❥ the many times you & suna get caught making out at school.
i. case one : the bleachers, during practice.
suna rintarou makes eye contact with you in between each successful block.
you ignore it. or try to. but your thighs are squeezing & he’s licking lips & you’re mean with want so you decide you can’t wait any longer. kita calls for a water break & you call rintarou to the stands. dumb dog doesn’t even hesitate.
“what.”
you mouth a come here & he raises a brow, but his feet shuffle after you regardless. he helps you over when you’re just about to stumble under the bleachers, & before the poor boy can regain a balance of his own you’re shoving him against the wall like he’s sack wheat.
he grabs your thighs like it’s instinct.
sugar lips. sticky gloss. heavy palm that can’t decide between your back & your throat. you’re pulling him deeper by the collar & he’s tapping your inner thigh desperately as if to say ‘baby baby lemme breathe’
“where the hell is suna?!”
but his tongue is down your throat so you don’t hear kita’s yell. suna’s palming your hips & squeezing your waist & you’re gasping his name while thumbing his neck and—
“AYOOOO,”
atsumu’s pointing to both of you with gaping mouth & widened eyes. “kita i found them! they’re doing foreplay under the—!”
you’re mortified. suna on the other hand? doesn’t even bother to wipe your saliva dribbling down his chin. he stares at atsumu with twitching brows & twisted face.
“you’re so annoying,” / “and you’re so in trouble”
atsumu doubles over as kita comes in & drags suna out by the collar. you on the other hand shuffle out quietly, quick to sneak away before you can fall victim to further embarassment.
★ Y/N L/N ⎯⎯ STUDENT RECORD.
offense: EXPLICIT BEHAVIOR IN STUDENT GYM
punishment : banned from entering the gym for a week.
issued by: kita shinsuke, sports president.
‘y/n, i expect better from you. and suna, you’re on probation.’
ii. case two : rooftop roughhousing
you think you’re so intelligent.
lunch break & you’re on the school rooftop with a skip in your step. you dragged suna rintarou away from his teammates during lunch & now he trails behind you with hands in his pockets as you hop unto the railing.
thighs crossed. hair in the wind. lopsided grin with blood drenched cheeks & eyes star-achingly bright. “tell me you love me.”
he’s rolling his eyes but his palms find your thighs. “i love you.”
you pout. “say it like you mean it.”
he kisses your neck instead.
you squeal, dodging suna’s kisses as he chases your lips with a grin. he pulls away teasingly before you tug him in by the tie.
you don’t hear the door unlock behind you.
rintarou’s tongue licks your molars. you kiss at his teeth & his thumb grazes your inner thigh as you giggle between his lips. he mutters something about how your gloss tastes like home before a voice sends a jolt down your spine:
“OUT.”
the home room teacher with obnoxious clipboard in hand & outfit desperate to align with the office siren aesthetic. you cling to suna as he quickly lifts you off the railing, palm still gripping your skirt even when he sets you on the ground.
busted.
★ Y/N L/N ⎯⎯ STUDENT RECORD.
offense: INAPPROPRIATE RELATIONS IN RESTRICTED AREA
punishment: detention.
issued by: madam keqing, homeroom teacher.
‘such behavior is not tolerated on school grounds. should this happen again, parents will be notified immediately.’
iii. case three : security snitching
suna’s tapping your thighs like it’s morse code for ‘mine.’
5PM thursday / behind the school gym / your fingers & suna’s belt loop. the middle blocker’s especially hungry today. god knows that thursdays mean you don’t get to share a single class with the athlete; so on days like this when school is long closed & you think no one’s watching he kisses you like he can’t fucking breathe.
point of empasis: you think no one’s watching.
the security camera overhead gets a front row seat to your antics. suna says your gloss spoils in the heat so you lick him off your wrist like honey. he’s pressing you against the wall with teeth on your earlobe like if he bites a little more you’ll seep into his skin. you let him unbutton your shirt & kiss you till he’s love-drunk & bleary eyed.
friday morning starts off in the vice-principal’s office.
black & white images neatly printed on the desk, a fan that blows just loud enough to cover up your feet tapping. you’re mortified. suna’s fingers, however, drum on your thigh like he’s not in trouble for kissing you silly on a midsummer day.
“what do you have to say for yourselves?”
“crazy work.”
you pinch him under the table. you don’t miss the grin that tugs at his lips as he takes a good look at the photos.
“interesting response, mr.suna,” the vice-principal’s eyes narrow. without them leaving suna he continues, “and ms. l/n ? i expect better from you. both your parents will be notified.”
you’re about to apologize & plead on your behalves, but suna notices the worry in your eyes & beats you to the punch.
“wait,” he clears his throat. “i have an explanation.”
“yes?”
“we’re in love.”
he says it like it’s the cure to all your problems. you resist the urge to slap him (and yourself).
“thank you, you are both dismissed. and again, your parents will be notified.”
busted.
again.
★ Y/N L/N ⎯⎯ STUDENT RECORD.
offense: EXPLICIT BEHAVIOR ON SCHOOL PROPERTY
punishment: parent report issued, two-day detention and required report on student ethics.
issued by: mr. ayato, vice principal.
‘inarizaki high makes it a point to ensure student safety by strictly prohibiting sexual or explicit acts on the premises. we hope ms.l/n will heed our warnings, regardless of whether or not she is “in love.”
gwen's notes 🤍: alisa haiba supremacy. nekoma loving hours. got this idea from a tiktok. this turned out longer than i intended so other parts will be posted separately.
y'all let this get to almost 400 notes w me typing peace instead of piece jdhddhhs
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the game against nohebi concluded in nekoma's favor. the team wanted to go out to dinner to celebrate their win.
you were sat in between kuroo and kenma, as always. you became an unlikely trio when you moved in next door to kenma's and transferred to nekoma for your first year, now on your second. you had been good friends with both boys, and the entirety of the team after they–mostly kuroo–begged you to take up the challenge of being the vbc manager. however, there were feelings which lingered around a certain tall sly captain which you acknowledged wasn't present in any of the other boys you formed a friendship with. with the way he had been acting around you, you thought the same occurred with him.
the restaurant was filled with hearty laughter and loud conversations which you thoroughly enjoyed. it was refreshing to have some of the boys' siblings, alisa and akane, along instead of it just being you among a crowd of unruly boys.
amidst the chorus of cheers and shouts, yamamoto announced, "you should cheer for us in all our games. it seems like you're our ultimate lucky charm." he rested his elbow on his sibling's head, which akane swatted away. he turned to alisa with a grin, making her giggle.
yaku smacked his teammate's arm lightly, or as lightly as yaku could manage. "you're not slick, tora! but anyway it's true though we could use the moral support," he chimed with an equally charming grin. the crowd erupted in another fit of laughter.
lev, cheeks stuffed and still reaching for a piece of meat with his chopsticks added, "you're both not slick. i don't think either of you is my sister's type anyway." he shrugged, earning the most dramatic looks from the other two. akane giggled in agreement.
fukunaga, being the chaotic neutral that he was, asked in all seriousness, "do you find anyone here attractive? someone your type?"
a panicked look flashed on her pretty features, eyes darted to you and between the two boys on either of your side as you were sat directly across from them.
"kuroo!?" lev choked on his food. alisa tried to dispute the claim but was barely noticed over the chorus of laughs and taunts coming from both lev choking and his prior accusation.
though you were amused with the discourse between you and your friends, you can't help the twisted feeling that bloomed at the pit of your stomach. against your better judgement, you snuck a glance to see kuroo's reaction and you wished you didn't. you missed the similar way kenma eyed you, a knowing smirk barely showing on his expression.
he looked away, covering half his face with his hand which did little to hide the red tint creeping up from his neck up to the tips of his ears.
oh.
maybe you were wrong all this time– the lingering glances at practice, the smirks he would flash you arrogantly whenever he scored an impressive point, the walking you home even though his house was the opposite way, the endless teasing and borderline flirting. had you read it wrong? was he like this with everyone else? you shook your head as if your own thoughts would scatter, telling yourself not to dwell on it too much, at least not until you were somewhere where you could be alone with your thoughts.
the eventful dinner soon came to its conclusion, you walked beside kenma, falling behind most of the team. kuroo was up ahead, talking with alisa, about what– it didn't take much to put two and two together.
on the train, you opted to sit beside kenma instead of in between them, which was weird for kuroo. kenma indulged you though out of pure mischief. he even let you rest your head against his shoulder, hoping to stir up a reaction from either of you.
"you don't have to walk me home tonight, kuroo. it's been a long day, i could get home just fine by myself," you mumbled, avoiding his gaze. he frowned at your use of his last name, but was also worried by your tone. you did seem tired, and you were, but you were also hurt and you weren't going to admit that out loud. it's not like he owed anything. he wasn't obligated to reciprocate your feelings. but being away from him as much as possible would probably be the best until you were ready to face him again.
reluctantly, he finally agreed after what seemed like an eternity. "fine, but text me as soon as you get home okay?"
and so that's what you did–avoided him until it felt like you were ready to confront him, rather your unresolved feelings for him. except you were never ready, at least not after almost two excruciating weeks of dodging him like the plague until he cornered you in the club room after practice.
"you've been avoiding me," he claimed, voice low as he leaned against the doorway.
you jumped at the sound of his voice from behind. "you scared me!" you breathed, dodging the subject yet again. you busied yourself with putting away the equipment to ease the thumping of your heart, not like it actually worked.
"why have you been avoiding me?" he repeated. he took a single step forward, yet he was one step away from closing in the distance between you two.
"i haven't. i was busy," you reasoned, quickly finishing up and dusting your hands off.
he mirrored each step you took in an at attempt to exit the now all too small and stuffy club room.
"don't lie to me. what did i do? tell me so i can fix it." the seriousness in his tone and the look on his face made your resolve crumble slowly.
"you didn't do anything wrong." it was true.
"then why are you avoiding me?" there was a hint of frustration in his voice which seemed to intensify by the second. he grasped your shoulders softly, only then did you realize how close you had been standing next to each other.
"i just- i can't. i just wanted to make it easier for me," you mumbled, staring at the floor intently to hold your tears back.
"what? make what easier? you're not making any sense, kitten."
goddammit.
"there, that right there!" you shrieked, tears fell freely down your cheeks as you were no longer able to hold yourself together. his eyes widened, heart thumping in his chest. if either of you quieted down for a moment, you'd hear both your hearts clamoring. "y-you can't just go around and call me that so endearingly and say all those vague remarks and do all these stupidly sweet gestures as if they don't hold meaning, kuroo! maybe they don't to you but... it does to me."
it stilled for a moment.
"you're an idiot."
"wha–"
"where did you even get the notion that these things didn't hold any meaning to me, hm?"
he inched his face close to yours, starling you and your poor heart. you felt your cheeks burn and a whirl of emotions brewed at the pit of your stomach.
"but- but that night... with alisa you were- you talked to her after. you were blushing–"
he cut of your rambling with a deep chuckle, catching you off guard once more. he lightly flicked your forehead.
"i was blushing because i was sitting right next to the person i like and i was mere moments away from being outed to them in the middle of a damn barbecue which, by the way was not where i imagined i'd confess. neither in this stuffy club room, but here we are."
your mouth hung open in disbelief. you were were at a complete loss of words which kuroo dared to find amusing.
"i talked to her to clear things up. turned out she found you attractive, not me."
he chuckled at your dumbfounded state and grabbed a hold on your hand, gently pulling you to his chest. you welcomed this gesture and the next; he held your cheek gingerly against one hand, the other anchored on your waist. his soft lips met yours for a sweet brief kiss.
"so yeah, in case you still miss the point, i'm trying to say i like you. a lot more than i'm supposed to like a friend."
Kuroo Tetsurou knows how to tie a tie. He wore one every day of high school, after all. It's not a difficult skill to master. Truthfully, he could probably do it in his sleep.
But, all those years ago, you offered so sweetly. It wasn't hard for him to say, sheepishly, "Sure. I'm not too good with these things."
Ever since, it's one of the most cherished parts of his morning routine. He watches as you hold up random ties from his collection, eying them thoughtfully before making your selection. You stand so close to him, your gentle fingers turning up his collar and looping the tie around his neck. He can smell your shampoo, feel the warmth of your skin. Your fingertips brush the sensitive skin of his neck as you make the knot, sending tiny thrills of electricity through him each time.
"There," You always say as you smooth his collar down, "Perfect." You give the knot one final tug, and it's a familiar signal. He closes the gap, pressing a kiss to your lips as you finally let go of the tie.
"Thanks, babe," He always murmurs against your lips before he pulls away.
You always grin. "Have a good day, today."
He thinks he's done well, all these years, hiding the truth from you. His one harmless fib.
It's his cousin's wedding. He's surprised to learn how many of the groomsmen really don't know how to tie a tie. He's going around the room, tying one tie after another, when he hears a familiar voice just inside the door. Freezing halfway though the final one, he slowly turns, caught in the act. You're crossing the room before he can even begin to feel foolish.
"I always knew, you know," You say simply, a teasing smile making your eyes dance. You tug the tie draped loosely around his own neck, the one he'd been saving for last. "Need a little help with that?"
As you carefully tie the tie for him, then tug him down for a sweet kiss, he thinks he might be falling in love with you all over again.
wc: 0.6k
content warning: kuroo x reader, smut, chokehold in dem biceeeps xD, creampie not proofread, i miss kurooo
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m-mmph..! you groaned between kuroo's beefy arms that wrapped around your neck.
"..can't take it?" kuroo chuckled sinfully, feeling his hot tongue lick your ear which sent shivers down your spine.
you could feel him all around you, his heavy bare weight sitting right on top of you as kuroo thrusted his cock inside you. it was like he was molding you to his size with each time his pistoned his hips further and further into your pussy that ached to be filled.
it's been over an hour of continuous skin on skin slapping that echoed throughout the entire room as your bodies radiated an unbearable heat that mixed together like the fluids your bodies secreted. and you loved every bit of it despite being so physically exhausted.
"n-no.. i want mo—more!" you cracked a whimper, face all flushed and eyes rolling back into your head.
course, kuroo couldn't help but flash that toothy smirk, taking it like a challenge as the grip of chokehold got tighter around that head of yours with wet hairs clinging onto your forehead.
with one big thrust he's got you fucked out of your mind as you let out a loud moan. your gummy walls clung onto him for dear life, gripping him with all the strength your body could muster. gosh, the room filled with exotic moans and slapping just like watching porno.
so loud in fact, kuroo's got himself slipping his fingers into your mouth. with his thick digits playing with your hot and wet tongue, you can't help but feel so cock drunk as you sucked them bone dry. drooling at the edges of your mouth as stimulation from below rose to the top, you can feel your core heating with every thrust.
"h-hmmph.." and "ngh..!" were the only sounds that were able to come out of your stuffed mouth throughout each and every movement.
reaching deeper depths inside of you, kuroo's grip intense and bruising but you could care less. feeling the tip of his cock bully your cervix made your whole body shiver with the sheen layer of sweat that dripped onto the mattress like how your mind was rippling with ecstacy.
"y'so fucking tight.. wrapped around me like that... squeezing me like that.." kuroo kissed your flushed burning cheek as he continued to shove your hole with his dick.
"i mmight just cum a-again," he blew air on your face, while feeling his arms tighten around your neck like he was going to cut off your oxygen supply.
kuroo was repeatedly hitting all of your sweet spots in the process of bruising your cervix, to which already made you twitch and burst your bubble all over his cock. with legs trembling under his touch, each stroke was torturous and overstimulating to the point where you couldn't bare a thought without being full of kuroo in even a second.
a couple more grunts and thrusts, kuroo's flooding your pulsating walls with his white paint, painting them with white all over as his muscles tenses up all around you before relaxing after his climax. it was like hot lava gushing inside you, making you feel so stuffed and full right.
pulling out his red hot tip, kuroo's got his essence trickling down your thighs—catching beads of sweat in the process. removing his chokehold, you collapse into the mattress panting for air as kuroo watches you; head down, ass up, and full of his dripping cum.
:: kuroo who is totally not just a friend [ mix of a few random scenarios ] ⋆ #2589 w ⨟ guys i hate people in love this is way too domestic.
You don’t even remember how you started being friends with kuroo, all you do remember is that you saw that smirk of his around campus a few times and suddenly you were hanging out together almost everyday, and you’ve always loved his outgoing and fun persona that he put up.
And you also don’t know when everything started to feel like routine with him.
⋆ ¹ assignments
"tetsu' stop messing around and finish your assignment," you say in a stern voice, it was one of the many times you and him go to your fav cafe to get some stuff done while just existing in each others orbits, but he has been paying no mind to his opened laptop and instead mindlessly going around his phone and sometimes poking you for fun.
"Okay mom," he groans and goes to his laptop. Honestly he has just been trying to get your attention this whole time.
You give him a deadpan look, and he sheepishly smiles at you, as you were about to look away and roll your eyes at him, you notice his crooked collar. You scoot over, arms coming up to straighten up the colar of his shirt rather aggressively as he just stares at you.
You’re so close,
And God you smell so nice.
When you’re done fixing his collar, your hands go over his shoulders, smoothing out the material of his shirt and brushing off the nonexistent dust off it.
"How many times do I have to tell you to fix your collar, tetsu'?"
He gives you one more stupid smile and shrugs, mumbling something that sounds like an apology.
He would’ve retored back with something more. But now that he got what he wanted—your attention—he doesnt know what to do with the overwhelming feeling.
Yeah, he’s never fixing that collar for himself again. He has you to do it.
⋆ ² dinner
You were standing in front of the kitchen counter, preparing yourself something quick to eat, and you would’ve been so startled by the sound of the door opening if you weren’t used to this.
You hear shuffling and then the door closing shut, a bag hits the floor and shoes get kicked off to the side, then you sense him before you even see him.
“Hey, sweets.” you hear kuroo call out from behind you, he comes closer and his face hovers on your shoulder from behind you, he’s right there you can almost feel him on your skin. You subconsciously lean back into him.
“Watcha making?” he asks, as if the dish on the counter isnt staring him right in the eyes, you breathe out a laugh, “making dinner, i made you some.” you say casually, getting stuff you didn’t need anymore off the counter and moving to put them away.
“Go wash up until I'm done, you stink,” he rolls his eyes and mumbles out a quick ‘okay’. He had a habit of coming over after his gym sessions, claiming that he’s always so hungry after and was too tired to make something ‘plus your cooking is so much better than mine’ he claims, the scenario kept recurring until you just memorized his schedule and his favorite meals, until he started leaving some of his clothes over at your place so he changes into them when he showers, until somehow a bottle of his body wash appeared next to yours.
But you weren’t really complaining though. And definitely nor was he.
⋆ ³ Holding on
You somehow found yourself in a situation where kuroo was dragging you around the city. ‘He’s bored’ or something. You did everything, went cafe hunting, got into the local library and ended up almost getting kicked out, and went to sit on some random old bench, you barely registered it when the sun started setting.
“tetsu',” you groaned out his name, “my legs are falling asleep, where are we going?” you ask, he seems to foget that the endless stamina he has is not a natural thing and you definitely don’t have it.
“We’re almost there sweets, just a little bit more.” he says, looking down at you with the softest eyes you’ve ever seen on him, and you pout back but say nothing.
You hold onto his forearm tighter, your hands were busy holding your purse that was later in his hold, he seems to carry it around proudly.
“We’re eating chinese today, you’ve been craving it.” he says with a grin on his face, you look at him and he sees your eyes light up, he feels like the best man in the world in this moment.
You hold onto him tighter, and he beams, he thinks he doesn’t want you to ever let go.
⋆ ⁴ closer
You’re standing next to your bestfriend in the long line of customers, pointing at something in the menu excitedly, asking him if you should try it out.
He gives the menu a glance then gives you his attention once again, nodding slightly.
"God, why is it so crowded today?" you ask no one in particular, groaning as you lay your forehead on kuroo's shoulder.
"Lets not go out on fridays anymore, they're always swarmed with people" you lift your head from his shoulder to look at him and he chuckles, nodding right after.
"Okay, but you were the one that insisted we go to the movies by the way" he said, wrapping his hand around your shoulder in the process, helping navigate you away from anyone passing by.
You glare at him, as if you didnt need to be reminded of that, his breathy laugh rings through your ears once again and you can't help but slightly smile.
He ends up paying for the movie tickets, the snacks and he drives you back home, you just sit next to him as his breath hitches every once in a while when you look in his eyes for a bit too long.
⋆ ⁵ Sweet
You've been standing infront of your full length mirror for what felt like an hour to kuroo, he's sitting behind you on the edge of your bed, palms planted on the mattress behind him.
He's staring at you with half lidded eyes, you two were getting ready for this party that you don’t even care about attending, only going for a change of events.
"Ugh, i can’t figure out what’s wrong," you say, smoothing your hands down the front of your dress for the nth time.
you turn to face him, "do you think this looks fine?" you question and he looks at you head to toe.
Fuck you’re gorgeous.
He gets up and takes two long strides towards you, lightly plants his hands on your hips, takes one more look over your outfits, inspecting you, making some heat bloom on your skin, thank god you can blame it on the blush.
He puches you around with one hand, making you do a full spin, then he stops you again when you’re facing the mirror, then his hands still back in their original place.
"Babe, you look like the sweetest thing I've ever seen," he says, voice low, and your breath slightly hitches. Why does he sound so sincere?
You twist your upper body to make direct eye contact with him, "really?", he smiles, nodding at you with a little hum.
She looked back at herself with a smile. Suddenly feeling like she's the prettiest girl ever. " Okay then, if you say so, tetsu'."
⋆ ⁶ Together
You’re sitting in your lecture hall, bored as ever. You have no idea what the professor was talking about. You barely slept last night for some reason, your head kept thinking of the most random things ever.
Your new friend sat next to you, she seems more awake than you, lucky her you thought.
She nudges you lightly and you avert your attention to her.
Seems like she isnt that focused on the lecture as well "Sooo, what are you doing tomorrow?" she asks with a wide knowing smile.
Tomorrow? huh? What's happening tomorrow..
"Nothing much," you shrug then tilt your head "why? what’s happening tomorrow?" your friend deflates, staring at you blankly, what do you mean what's happening tomorrow?
"Girl? It's Valentine's day, isn’t your man taking you out?" she questions with a head tilt, and you chuckle at her.
"What man are we talking about right now?" you ask back, you totally know what man she's talking about, this isnt the first time someone assumes he's your man anyway.
"kuroo? the kuroo you're always wit-" she pauses then her eyes widen, "y/n, are you and kuroo not together?" she perks up, voice way louder than the hushed whispers you two were sharing a few moments ago.
You laugh a little, but you don’t verbally deny it at first. You just shrug. "No, we are not together," you give a look of disinterest, suddenly giving attention to everything the professor had to say. "We're just friends." you wince at your words a little and she just sits there staring at you in disbelief, just friends?
"Okay no, im taking you out tomorrow then, where do you wanna go?" she asks, sensing the need for a topic change, and you smile at her. bless her sweet soul.
⋆ ⁷ Grocery
Your phone is on, displaying your notes app and a list of food that is missing from your kitchen. Your eyes keep shifting back and forth between the aisle in front of you and your list.
kuroo pops up out of nowhere, his hands briefly make contact with your shoulders as he passes by you and heads to the cart next to you, “three cartoons of full cream milk, check.” he says as he puts them down next to the other stuff.
“Hey tetsu'?” you call out and he looks at you with a hum, “what type of pasta did we like? I forgot.” you ask him with a frown, you’ve been standing here staring at the racks full of pasta brands and shapes for the past five minutes and it's just not clicking to you.
“It's Fettuccine, sweets.” he says as his eyes fall on the racks, looking for said pasta.
“Oh my god, right!” you gasp, and look back to your list, updating it so you dont forget next time. He smiles to himself and carts the pasta.
“What else is there?” he asks, now pushing the cart with one hand and holding you with the other.
⋆ ⁸ Flirt
You’re sitting down on your desk chair, laptop open in front of you as you try to finish some assignments that are due in the upcoming two days, but the key word is ‘trying’. kuroo was laying on your bed behind you, scrolling on his phone and pushing the screen in your face every time he saw something funny ( which you think none of them are that funny, specifically not when you’re trying to focus )
You love the man dearly but he’s starting to get on your nerves, what the hell was he even saying about lizards earlier anyway and why does it matter.
“Hey, sweets-” he starts, probably about to say something that will cut off your train of thoughts once again.
“kuroo, i swear to god.” you cut his sentence short, turning around in your chair and glaring at said man. His eyes widen and he throws his hands up in surender. Now he shuts his mouth, damn.
“We on last name basis now?” he quietly mumbles and huffs when you turn back around, seemingly talking to himself but to his dismay, you heard him loud and clear.
“Sometimes I feel like you wanna get hit.” you click your tongue against the roof of your mouth as you start focusing on your work again.
He smirks and god you never heard a smirk so clear. “If it’s by you, most certainly.” he said and you smile in amusement, he’s definitely something.
You relish in the fact that he can't see your smile, opting to shake your head since that's what he can see. That makes his smile widen.
⋆ ⁹ Cheek kiss
It’s late, you guess it's past midnight, you wouldn’t know anyway since you barely reach for your phone when you’re together. You’re sitting in the passenger seat, car parked infront of your place after kuroo insisted on driving you home.
It's way too quiet outside, which makes sense but also makes the scene packed with something you can't really pinpoint. You shift your body to stare at him, and he stares back.
“Come on it's late, you have to get up early,” he urges you to back away and get to the door.
“Will you stay over?” you ask, vulnerability seeping through your voice. You could feel the air and the moment it shifted, the moment you got into this car together and drove in complete silence, and you could swear he felt it too.
His eyes soften, “i can’t sweets, i have practice early in the morning, remember?” he presses his lips in a thin line “i’ll pick you up from campus right after though.” You do remember, but you still wanted him to stay.
“Okay tetsu', call me when you’re done first, hmm?” you say as you start collecting your stuff.
“Goodnight handsome.” you say, now purse in hand as you lean forward, planting a kiss to his cheek and then smiling at him so sweetly.
God, cupid got him good huh.
“Night, sweets.” he stares at you as if you hold his heart in your palm.
⋆ ¹⁰ Movie night
The two of you are laying comfortably on his couch, some unknown movie that he recommended was plaing on the TV, though you honestly didn’t care what was playing.
You called him a few hours ago, feeling down for whatever reason, even you weren’t sure why, but you knew he would be there, and that alone gave you instant reliefe. He offered to pick you up, go to his place for a change of setting, watch some ridiculous movies and eat shitty snacks that are bad for your health, and who were you to say no to that.
He was in front of your place in record time, you two went to the convience store near his apartment and you picked a ton of snacks that you couldn’t even finish if you tried, but he let you and just watched you skim over all the energy drinks in the fridge with fond eyes.
Now here you were, halfway into the second movie and still you felt really lost about the plot.
“To be honest with you, I have no idea whats going on,” you said after a while of silence, sitting by the very end of the couch with your back to the arm rest, him on the other end, his legs crossed with yours placed in his lap.
One hand was holding a bowl of homemade popcorn that he somehow burned some of, and his other hand was placed on top of your shin, occasiounly squeezing it for comfort, to silently tell you he's still here.
He lets out a breathy laugh after looking at you, throwing his head back and you smile back slightly. “Okay me too actually, like why would he do that, it doesnt make sense right?” he says after a while, you nod aggressively, the movie is most definitely forgotten now, and so is your earlier sour mood, and that was the thing you loved most about kuroo tetsuro, he just makes you forget everything that never mattered, everything but you two.
your roommate has been running her mouth to her now ex-boyfriend that you were a nerdy little virgin, and after they broke up you let kuroo find out if she's telling the truth.
starring. kuroo tetsuro x fem!reader
genre: fluff, romance, smut, timeskip!kuroo
wc: 9.7k
warning: 18+ mdni., smut. nsfw. unprotected sex. cunnilingus. some themes of exhibitionism (?). cheating. mentions foursome. detailed smut. tit play. oral (f and m!receiving). face sitting. creampie. p in v. pwp (?). kuroo and reader matches each others freaks.
You live in a two-bedroom apartment tucked away in a quieter ward of Tokyo—not too far from the city’s rhythm, but just enough to give you a breather. It's modern, clean, and honestly more space than you need. You could’ve gone solo. The rent was well within your budget, a little indulgent even, but something about sharing the space felt… right. Whether it was a leftover instinct from dorm life or just the quiet knowledge that silence in too many rooms can get heavy over time—you weren’t entirely sure.
Eventually, through a casual coffee catch-up with an old college colleague, you were introduced to someone else who happened to be in the same position: apartment hunting, strapped for time, and looking for something stable. The arrangement was convenient. She seemed easygoing enough, worked long hours like you did, and respected shared space. No red flags, no awkward tension. You didn’t overthink it.
And for a while, everything just... worked. You had your routines—brushing past each other in the kitchen during rushed mornings, the occasional shared takeout dinner in front of the TV, the soft hum of separate lives running parallel. You didn’t hang out much, but you coexisted comfortably. That was enough.
What you hadn’t expected, though, was the shift that happened a few months in. The subtle kind. The kind you wouldn’t notice at first—until a stranger’s shoes started appearing by the door on the weekends, or the low murmur of laughter drifted from her bedroom late at night.
You didn’t care.
She could do whatever she wanted, and it wasn’t your business. When she first told you she was seeing someone—some guy named Kuroo, apparently—you offered nothing more than a nod. They’d been together for a few months, she said. “He might start staying over more. Was that okay?” You told her it was. You didn’t mind. Not really.
Even the nights when the walls failed to hold their secrets didn’t bother you. You’d hear it, sometimes. Soft giggles turning breathy. The rhythmic creak of her bedframe against the wall. The occasional slip of a moan that crawled down the hallway. But it was always distant. Easy enough to ignore. You’d just turn up the volume on your music or pretend your pillow muted everything. It didn’t affect you.
You rarely crossed paths with him.
Work kept you out late, and on most nights, you slipped into the apartment quietly, careful not to wake anyone even when you knew they were still awake. Sometimes you’d see him in passing—a flash of dark hair as he leaned over the sink, his hoodie thrown carelessly over one shoulder. His voice would drift from the other room, low and teasing. But he never really looked at you. Never acknowledged you. And that was fine. You had no interest in making small talk with your roommate’s boyfriend.
He must have thought she lived alone.
And maybe she wanted it that way.
Still, there was something oddly satisfying about the way he lingered in the living room sometimes, eyes drifting over the shelves that lined the far wall. The ones filled with manga spines, collector’s editions, limited-release box sets. Hand-built Lego models positioned with the care of a gallery. You’d catch the subtle pause in his voice when he spoke near them, the shift in his tone from casual to curious.
“This stuff’s cool,” he said once, running a hand along the edge of a display. “Didn’t know you were into Legos.”
You hadn’t been close enough to see her face, but you could hear the disdain wrapped around her reply.
“God, no,” she laughed, that practiced little snort she used when she wanted to sound above something. “That’s my roommate’s. She’s like, a total nerd. Obsessed with comics and kids’ toys and whatever. I let her keep it out here. It’s, like, her thing.”
You stood just out of sight in the hallway, expression unreadable, your bag still slung over your shoulder.
You didn’t say a word. Just turned toward your room, the door clicking shut behind you as her laughter faded into silence.
Let her laugh. Let her act like it was something to be embarrassed about.
Because the way his voice had caught before she answered? You didn’t miss that.
It was subtle—the kind of pause most people wouldn’t think twice about. But you weren’t most people. You caught that split-second hitch in his voice. Like he was expecting someone else to respond. Like he had a different name on his tongue before hers came out. And once you noticed that—everything else started to unravel.
After that, your roommate’s colors started bleeding through her carefully layered persona. The kind of girl you swore you left behind in high school. Pretty, mean, passive-aggressive. The type who needed to feel above someone just to breathe easy.
She liked to act casual, like it was all girl talk. Like she wasn’t trying to sink her claws into your insecurities.
“Kuroo was so good last night,” she would say, eyes glinting as she leaned against the counter, always loud enough for you to hear. “I swear, he knows my body better than I do. He had me pinned—biting, moaning, choking. I couldn’t stop shaking.”
She’d glance at you as she said it. Smirking. Cruel.
“I mean... not that you'd know what that’s like,” she added with a fake laugh, stirring her tea like she hadn’t just thrown acid at your self-worth. “He doesn’t go for girls like you.”
You smiled. Calm. Unbothered.
“You’re right,” you said sweetly. “And I’m not interested. That’s fine.”
But inside? You were laughing.
Because she had no idea.
You’d lived that wild, messy, electric kind of life she only pretended to understand. Back in college, you’d had your fair share of boyfriends—and girlfriends. Pretty ones, sweet ones, dangerous ones. The kind who got on their knees just to worship your thighs. Who sucked on your tits like they’d die without the taste. You’d been kissed against dorm walls, fucked in music rooms, devoured in the backseat of a car while your heels dug into fogged-up windows. You’d had people beg to taste you—tongue-deep until your legs shook, until your moans echoed down quiet hallways.
You’d been wild. Reckless. Insatiable. You’d even tried a threesome with a married couple once—just to see if you could make them both fall apart. You did. Twice.
But then you graduated. Got a job. Realigned your priorities. You weren’t that girl anymore—not all the time.
You hung up the stilettos and the lipstick-stained wine glasses. You traded morning-after texts for early meetings. Nights spent tangled in sheets became nights at your desk, fingers flying across a keyboard instead of someone else’s skin.
You retired from the chaos and focused on your career.
But that girl—the one she thought you couldn’t possibly be?
She still lived within you, and she was just waiting to come out and play.
You’d almost forgotten her until that morning. The one where she sat at the kitchen island with bed hair and a proud smile, sipping her coffee like it was just another Tuesday. She didn’t just talk about her night with Kuroo—she dissected it, glorified it, sprinkled it over your morning like sugar in your tea. Not that you asked, but she offered every lurid detail anyway, like you were the best friend she never had and the enemy she always needed. He was so big. He made her gag. She choked a little—laughed as if the memory alone still lingered at the back of her throat.
You didn’t flinch. Not then.
But it didn’t stop. It became a pattern. Whenever Kuroo stayed the night—his shoes by the door, his laugh echoing in the kitchen—she’d find a way to mention it. How her throat was sore. How she could still feel him. How she couldn’t walk straight. All of it tossed out with that lazy grin and self-satisfied tone. At first you told yourself it was just her way—crude, bold, a little drunk on the attention. But something in her voice changed. Something smug. Pointed.
And then came the men who weren’t Kuroo.
You saw one first by accident. You’d woken early for work and padded down the hallway, half-asleep and still rubbing your eyes, only to nearly crash into him outside the bathroom. He was tall, wearing nothing but boxers and looking for a jacket. He blinked at you like you were the one in the wrong hallway. He muttered a soft “morning,” then disappeared into her room.
You didn’t say a word.
But the worst—no, the most unforgettable—happened one humid night when sleep just wouldn’t come. You'd tossed in bed until frustration took over, deciding a warm glass of milk might help settle you down. The hallway was dark, the tiles cool beneath your feet. But the second you turned the corner toward the kitchen, your breath caught.
Her bedroom door was wide open.
You froze.
The sounds were unmistakable—flesh on flesh, low groans, the wet thud of skin colliding with skin. Heavy breathing, slurred moans, and the distinct slap of motion too fast to be just hands. The room reeked of alcohol and sweat. And you saw it all—every obscene detail lit by the dim glow of her desk lamp.
One man was behind her, rhythm sharp and relentless, his hands gripping her waist as she braced herself on shaking arms. Another lay beneath her, her knees braced on either side of him while he thrusted up into her from below, mouth latched to her breasts, tongue circling one nipple then the other like he couldn’t decide which to devour first. And a third—God—the third stood in front of her, hips pumping as she sucked him down, her mouth stretched wide around him, spit slicking her chin and dripping to her collarbone.
You watched as her whole body trembled under the force of it—three men, three directions, all taking turns. Her throat constricted as she took him deeper. Her back arched as the one underneath groaned into her chest. The man behind her pulled her hips back, harder, rougher. She whimpered. Moaned. Her nails scraped the sheets. And when the one in front finally shuddered and came, you saw the spill of it leak past her lips, trailing white down her chin as she let out a breathless laugh—uncaring, uninhibited, completely lost in pleasure.
None of them noticed you.
Not even when you stepped back and nearly knocked over the dish rack in your daze.
You almost laughed.
So much for good sex.
So much for Kuroo not going for girls like you.
You didn’t sleep that night.
The next morning, she confronted you in the hallway, freshly showered and still damp, eyes smug with victory. “You saw, didn’t you?”
You didn’t deny it. Just nodded once, softly.
And she beamed—fucking beamed. “I can take three cocks at once,” she said proudly. “Feels good, you know? Having every hole filled at the same time. It’s like—ecstasy. And they even took turns, babe. I lost count of how many times they came. My holes have been filled thrice as much.”
You stared at her, mouth dry, heartbeat unsteady. Her words were half confession, half performance.
And then, as if it were an afterthought, she added, “I wanted you to see it.”
Your brows furrowed. “What?”
“I left the door open on purpose. Thought it might loosen you up. But I figured you wouldn’t join anyway. Those guys probably aren’t into your type.”
You didn’t rise to it. Not yet. “How about Kuroo?”
That made her pause for a second. Just a flicker.
She shrugged. “The dick’s good. But he’s getting clingy. Talking about labels and exclusivity and all that serious shit. I don’t like that.”
Your stomach sank. “You told me it was serious.”
“It wasn’t. Until he thought it was.”
And just like that, she turned away, humming to herself as she made her coffee like she hadn’t just shattered something in the room. Something delicate. Something quiet and private and stupidly hopeful that you didn’t even realize you’d been holding on to.
You never judged her. God knows college has been a blur for you too. You’d partied, drank too much, made your own share of mistakes. But still—something about seeing her like that, twisted and shaking and laughing with a mouthful of someone else, had done something to you.
Maybe it was the betrayal. Maybe it was the performance. Maybe it was that deep, unspoken part of you that had started to care about Kuroo even if you didn’t want to admit it.
But what you never forgot—what stayed carved in your mind, looping over and over like a cruel joke—was the smirk she wore as she wiped cum off her chin and looked toward the door.
She knew.
And you’d never seen her look more pleased.
It was one of those rare, treasured off days—the kind where time stretched and slowed, unbothered by alarms or obligations. You padded out of your room with a fresh mug of coffee and a sealed box in hand: the latest Lego Architecture set you’d been dying to build. The living room was quiet, lit by soft daylight filtering through the sheer curtains, and for once, blissfully yours. Or so you thought.
You settled cross-legged on the rug, carefully opening the box and sorting the pieces into neat color-coded piles across the coffee table. The soft clink of plastic against plastic was meditative, your fingers already moving by muscle memory as you started on the foundation.
Then, the door creaked open.
You glanced up, expecting it to be your roommate stumbling in from a late-morning hangover—or another boy doing the walk of shame. But instead, it was him.
Kuroo Tetsuro.
Hair tousled in every direction, eyes half-lidded with sleep, and wearing nothing but a loose shirt and sweatpants slung far too low on his hips. He blinked at you like you were a hallucination.
“…Shit,” he muttered under his breath before stiffening like he’d been caught stealing.
You raised an eyebrow.
There was a beat of stunned silence before he scrubbed a hand down his face and cleared his throat. “You’re—wait, you're the roommate?” He pointed at you like he couldn’t quite believe it. “You’re her roommate?”
You looked back down at the half-built Lego set and calmly clicked a few pieces together. “Mmm. That’s what it says on the lease.”
Kuroo stared at you, then at the Lego box, then back at you. “Is that—oh my god, is that the Fallingwater set?” His voice pitched up slightly, boyish excitement suddenly blooming on his face.
You blinked, slightly surprised at the sudden shift. “Yeah. Limited edition, too.”
His eyes lit up in a way you hadn’t expected from someone who, until now, had only existed in your mind as a tangled mess of sex sounds and sneaky exits.
“I’ve wanted to build that one for months,” he said, stepping closer without even realizing it. “Frank Lloyd Wright is—God. His work is insane. That cantilever design? Pure genius.”
You stared at him for a second, momentarily caught off guard. “You’re into architecture?”
“I’m into Legos,” he corrected with a grin, dropping down to sit a few feet away from you on the floor. “Architecture’s just the gateway drug.”
The way he said it was so earnest, so casually nerdy, that you couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh. He didn’t seem to notice he was still inching closer, eyes darting across your sorting piles with the practiced gaze of someone who had done this a hundred times before. His fingers twitched like he wanted to reach for a piece, to help build.
“You’re not usually home,” he added after a second. “She always says you’re working.”
“I usually am,” you replied, not bothering to hide the slight edge in your tone. “Today’s the exception.”
Kuroo paused, then gave you a sheepish look. “Well, I feel kind of dumb. I’ve been talking to your Lego collection like it was hers.”
You glanced at him, amusement tugging at your lips. “So you do talk to the Lego sets.”
“Only the ones that deserve respect,” he shot back easily, gesturing toward your build. “That one? Deserves a round of applause.”
There was a pause—just long enough to realize how quiet the apartment was with only the two of you in it. Just long enough for the tension to crackle faintly in the air, unfamiliar but not unwelcome.
For the first time, you were seeing him as something more than your roommate’s cocky lay. He was still smug. Still smug and way too attractive for his own good—but there was a softness there too, the kind that clung to people who used their brains for more than ego. A surprising amount of dork nestled beneath the devil-may-care smirk. You didn’t know what to do with that just yet.
Still, you couldn’t resist the tease.
“You can help sort, if you wash your hands,” you said, tilting your head.
Kuroo gave you a mock gasp. “You think I’d touch a limited edition set with dirty hands? I’m offended.”
You laughed under your breath as he stood up and headed to the sink, and as the sound of running water filled the space, you glanced back down at the instructions in front of you.
It seemed like, for once, today might actually be interesting.
And maybe—just maybe—so was he.
Eventually, you and Kuroo became close, as he sometimes helped you with your builds if you were free and he happened to be in the apartment.
It was just an innocent hangout since you two shared an interest—nerding out over collectors' sets, comparing mini-figures, debating Marvel versus DC, and even spending quiet evenings building modular LEGO cities in comfortable silence. It was never anything more than shared company, quiet companionship, and a love for plastic bricks and fantasy worlds.
But apparently, that probably hit a nerve with your roommate.
Because a few days later, you came home from work and stepped into the middle of a storm brewing in the living room.
“You always hang out with her now,” your roommate spat, her arms folded tightly across her chest. “Why?”
You froze, one foot just inside the doorway, the other still outside. You blinked at the tension in the air—at the way Kuroo stood across from her, jaw tight, like he hadn’t expected this either.
“She’s cool,” Kuroo said simply, voice calm but edged in confusion. “We like the same stuff. That’s all it is.”
“That’s all it is,” your roommate echoed mockingly, rolling her eyes. “So what, you're into nerds now? You think you're gonna build a little LEGO love story with her?”
Kuroo frowned. “It’s not like that.”
She scoffed, arms flying up in the air. “Bullshit. You’re getting soft. And since we’re airing things out—guess what, Kuroo? I’ve been fucking other people the entire time. Not just one or two.”
You watched from the hallway as she stepped closer, lips curling into a smirk. Like this wasn’t a confession—it was a flex.
“Three guys,” she said, slowly, as if daring him to react. “At the same time. And I liked it.”
She said it proudly. Like there was no shame, no remorse, no thought to how it might hit him.
And it did hit him.
You saw it in the subtle shift of his stance, the way his shoulders pulled back and his jaw clenched. He didn’t yell. He didn’t crumble. But you saw the exact moment it clicked—that he wasn’t just some convenient hookup to her, but completely disposable.
“You’re serious?” he asked, slowly.
She shrugged, unapologetic. “Dead serious. And I don’t get why you’re acting like we were exclusive. I never promised you anything.”
He inhaled sharply through his nose, glancing away like he was trying to keep his temper level. “I just thought we respected each other. I thought you gave a shit. And I thought you and your roommate were friends. That’s why I even talked to her in the first place.”
The room fell uncomfortably silent after that. You felt a sting deep in your chest—for him.
You knew Kuroo wasn’t the type to get attached easily. But he had cared. He wouldn’t have lingered around your coffee table for hours helping you alphabetize your manga, or asked you what your dream Star Wars set was, if he was just killing time between fucks.
And now, he looked like he’d just had the wind knocked out of him.
You didn’t want him to see your face, the way your brows pulled together or how your heart ached with sympathy for him. So, quietly, you backed away from the hallway and slipped into your bedroom, shutting the door behind you before the fight could escalate further.
You didn’t want to hear any more of it—not the insults, not the ego, not the unraveling of something he’d believed was real.
All you could do was sit on your bed, palms pressed to your thighs, and let yourself hurt in silence—for the boy who never deserved to be treated like a backup plan.
After that argument, you never saw much of Kuroo again. You hadn’t asked for his number or any of his socials, and he never asked for yours either. Maybe it was intentional—maybe it wasn’t—but either way, you chalked it up to a chapter that closed before it could fully begin. It was easier that way, wasn’t it? Your roommate moved on fast. So fast that the same night you’d heard her moaning another boy’s name through the thin apartment walls while you buried yourself under a pillow and turned the volume of your anime up louder than usual. You weren’t sure if it was pity or residual anger that lingered in your chest, but either way, you avoided bringing it up.
A few months passed. Your job had picked up pace, and while your calendar was often cluttered with deadlines, you managed to put away enough money to indulge yourself a little. Which is why you didn’t even flinch at the entrance fee for the local comic and toy convention—hell, you even treated yourself to priority access, determined to beat the crowd before anyone could swipe that rare LEGO Star Wars Ultimate Collector Series set you’d been eyeing online for weeks. You weren’t sure if it would even be there, but the hope was enough. And if not, there were always manga volumes to haul home, limited prints, and maybe another blind box you didn’t need but would justify with weak logic about resale value.
The place was buzzing with life. Cosplayers brushed past you in elaborate wigs and armor; booths were stacked high with colorful displays; the air smelled like plastic wrap, buttered popcorn, and overpriced takoyaki. Your bag was already a little heavier than it should’ve been—three volumes of a manga you hadn’t even started and two keychains you didn’t need clinked together at your side—but your heart was light. It was a good day. You were in your element. You were happy to be spending money that you earned doing something you didn’t hate. That in itself felt like a win.
You were crouched in front of a display, squinting to read the fine print on the LEGO box tucked in the farthest shelf corner—your prize almost within reach—when a familiar voice slid in from behind you, smooth as ever, but touched with disbelief.
You turned. And just like that, the convention disappeared for a second.
Kuroo stood a few feet away, noticeably overdressed for the venue. His dark button-up was tucked neatly into charcoal slacks, the lanyard from the Japan Volleyball Association still clipped to his belt, a blazer slung casually over one arm. His hair was a little more tamed than the last time you saw him, like he’d just stepped out of a boardroom instead of a crowd full of anime fans and collectors. And yet, his expression—wide-eyed and visibly caught off-guard—was anything but polished.
“…Tetsu?”
He grinned then, that same crooked smile that used to flash your way over unfinished LEGO builds in your living room, the kind that warmed something unguarded in your chest.
“I thought that was you. I’d recognize that laser-focus over a brick set anywhere,” he teased, stepping closer. “You stalking LEGO aisles now?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” you said, glancing pointedly at his outfit. “Did you just come from a funeral or are you here to do tax audits on people’s purchases?”
He laughed, the sound genuine. “Meeting at the JVA ran long. I was supposed to head straight home after, but I saw the convention signs on my way out and figured I’d pop in. Nostalgia, you know? Didn’t think I’d run into anyone I knew… especially not you.”
Your smile faltered only slightly, the past nudging its way in. “Yeah… I didn’t think I’d see you again either.”
For a second, neither of you said anything. The noise of the convention carried on—someone shouted about free pins at booth twelve, another person squealed over a celebrity sighting—but in that moment, it was just the two of you, standing shoulder to shoulder in front of a LEGO display that felt like a full circle too ironic to ignore.
“I didn’t get to say sorry,” Kuroo said quietly, his voice softer now, lower. “Back then. I should’ve reached out. But I didn’t even know how.”
“It’s okay,” you said, and maybe you meant it. Maybe part of you still felt the sting of that goodbye-that-wasn’t, but seeing him again like this, in the middle of a day you thought would be just another solo outing, made the ache feel a little more bearable. “You don’t owe me anything.”
His eyes searched yours for a long moment, as if trying to read between the lines. And then, with a small smile, he gestured toward the shelf. “So… you finally get it? That LEGO set you’ve been after?”
“Almost. Some guy just bought one before me. I’ve been debating if I should just fight him for it or cry in the corner.”
Kuroo smirked, like it was 3AM again and you were bickering over missing pieces. “I’ll help you strategize. Worst-case scenario, we distract him with a full-blown scene in the Gundam section.”
You laughed, and just like that, the heaviness began to lift. Maybe the past didn’t need to be reopened in full detail. Maybe there was something worth picking up from here instead—on neutral ground, between plastic bricks and overpriced manga—and maybe this time, neither of you would let it slip so easily.
You eventually started spending more time at Kuroo’s apartment—not because it was necessarily more convenient, but because the idea of inviting him over to yours felt layered with complications you weren’t ready to unpack. Your roommate still lived there, and after everything that had transpired—the awkward tension, the quiet spite, the ghost of her moaning someone else’s name just hours after things ended with Kuroo—it didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel neutral. And you didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of thinking she had any space in whatever it was that you and Kuroo were slowly building now.
He never asked questions. Just unlocked the door, let you in, and cleared space on his coffee table for your snacks and whatever LEGO set he’d been tinkering with that week. It became your quiet ritual. He’d handle the bulk of the instruction booklet while you sorted pieces by color or shape, occasionally bickering about which build deserved priority. You laughed more often than you had in weeks. Kuroo, for all his smug quips and relentless teasing, had a calming presence when he was relaxed like this—lounging in sweats, hair pulled back haphazardly, glasses perched on his nose, and a cup of instant coffee steaming between you.
It was during one of these hangouts—somewhere between building a replica of the Millennium Falcon and reorganizing his manga shelf—that he really started noticing the little things about you.
You wore glasses at his place. Not the contact lenses or styled versions of yourself that the world got to see, but the comfort version—the one with oversized hoodies, your hair tied up, and those thick-rimmed frames slipping down the bridge of your nose every few minutes. You’d wrinkle your nose every time they slid too far, push them back up with a finger, then hunch further into the build like you were preparing for battle. It was absurdly endearing.
Kuroo found himself watching you more than he watched the pieces. The way your brow furrowed in focus, the way your voice softened when you talked about your favorite arcs, how your hands hovered when he got too reckless snapping bricks together.
And the more time he spent with you, the harder it was not to remember all the things your ex-roommate used to say about you.
He hadn’t thought much of it at the time. She’d speak in offhand remarks—half-laughed criticisms and quiet jabs that he hadn’t really questioned. Stuff like, “She’s sweet, but kind of childish, don’t you think?” or “Her room’s full of toys and junk, I don’t know how she lives like that.” It sounded harmless then. Maybe even normal, like the kind of light annoyance roommates always had about each other.
But now, sitting across from you while you earnestly explained the rarity of a certain manga edition you were planning to hunt down next weekend, he realized how misplaced those comments really were.
Your roommate hadn’t been annoyed. She had been dismissive. Cruel, in subtle ways that made him feel gross now that he understood the full picture. Because if this was you—brilliant, expressive, unapologetically passionate—you weren’t someone to mock. You were someone worth watching. Worth listening to. Worth knowing.
Kuroo was starting to think he’d like to know you even better.
And he did.
The more time you spent at his place, the more the line between casual hangouts and something softer, something more intentional, began to blur. It wasn’t sudden—nothing about it was rushed or dramatic—but rather a quiet shift, the kind that unfolds slowly when two people realize they enjoy each other’s company more than they probably should.
It started with the little things.
He began walking you home instead of just waving from the doorway. He'd pick up your favorite snacks without needing to ask. Once, he texted you in the middle of the workday just to share a photo of a new LEGO architecture set he spotted in a store near the JVA office—“Made me think of you,” he’d said.
Then came the first not-quite-date, when he asked if you wanted to grab ramen after a long build session. It wasn’t phrased romantically, but when he held the door open for you with a lopsided grin and a low, “Dinner’s on me,” it lingered like a promise.
After that, it became a quiet pattern—late-night meals, museum dates disguised as “research” for future builds, bookstore strolls where he let you drag him into the manga aisle even though he always ended up walking out with more volumes than you did.
One evening, he surprised you with a black box tied in yellow ribbon, smugly handing it over like he was presenting you with a Nobel prize.
You opened it to find a bouquet of LEGO flowers—intricate, colorful, and painstakingly detailed.
“I figured they wouldn’t die on you,” he said with a small shrug, but his ears flushed red, betraying just how much the gift actually meant.
You smiled so brightly it made his chest ache.
Later that night, you sat side by side on his floor, building each stem and petal piece by piece. Your fingers brushed occasionally, and each time it happened, he didn’t pull away. Neither did you.
And when you were finally finished, the vase of plastic blooms sat proudly by his kitchen window, catching the light like real blossoms might. It stayed there—quiet, permanent, and real in its own way. Just like the two of you were starting to become.
More sets of LEGO flowers bloomed forever in the corner of Kuroo's bookshelf, perched beside a manga box set he'd later surprise you with. Then another. Then a collector's figurine. A special-edition Blu-ray. It became a habit for him—dropping by a shop after work, carrying something that made him think of you. Something you’d gush over while adjusting your glasses or scrunching your nose in delight. Kuroo loved how animated your voice became when you explained the significance of a certain volume or lore from a world he only half-understood but always listened to anyway.
He loved the way your eyes sparkled when you carefully peeled away the plastic wrap, reverent in a way that almost made him jealous of the object in your hands.
“Tetsu, I told you to stop giving me gifts randomly.” you scolded him after he just handed you a new set of Lego figures.
Kuroo shrugs his shoulders and gives you a sheepish smile, “I like giving you gifts just because, okay?”
That went on and on—nights tangled in LEGO instructions and accidental laughs, meals shared over manga discussion, and growing routines that never needed to be spoken aloud. Eventually, he started asking you on actual dates. A quick dinner after helping him with his laundry. A detour to the park after a weekend spent sorting model kits. You never had to ask if it was a date—he made it clear every time he paid, every time he walked you home, every time his fingers lingered at the small of your back.
Then one night, he took you somewhere just a little fancier.
A cozy, tucked-away place with dim lighting and soft music humming underneath clinking silverware. You wore something nice—not over the top, but enough to make Kuroo smile the moment he saw you. He was dressed in a dark button-down shirt, sleeves casually rolled, a silver watch peeking from his wrist. Formal enough to make your heart thump a little harder when he pulled out your chair for you.
You talked—about work, a new LEGO release, some anime remake coming out soon, and halfway through dessert, it slipped out.
“So…what are we?” he asked, fingers absently running along the rim of his wine glass.
You paused, lips parting—but he beat you to it.
“I mean, I already know what I want us to be,” he added, voice quieter, more certain. “I’d just like to know if you feel the same.”
Your heart skipped. You didn’t answer with words—not right away. Instead, your hand slid over his on the table, your thumb brushing his wrist like it had always belonged there. Kuroo’s smile widened, soft and crooked.
That night, after he drove you home, it was meant to end the same way it usually did—warm, unspoken affection lingering in the air, a kiss on the cheek, a casual “see you soon” exchanged in the quiet of the night. Kuroo leaned in like always, one hand still gripping the steering wheel out of habit, his lips brushing against your cheek.
But this time, you didn’t let it end there.
"Stay," you said—softly but with no room for refusal—as your hand curled around the lapel of his coat and tugged him through the door. The click of the lock behind you echoed in the quiet, both of you breathing just a little heavier now.
His brow lifted, slightly amused, but when you reached for him—when you pressed your lips to his without hesitation—Kuroo dropped all pretense. He kissed you back just as fiercely, meeting the pull of your mouth with a hunger that had simmered under the surface for far too long.
You wrapped your arms around his neck as if anchoring yourself there, while his large hands settled on your waist, grounding you. The soft press of your bodies swaying closer felt like gravity had chosen this moment to pull tighter.
His mouth moved down—along the curve of your jaw, then lower to the sensitive spot just beneath your ear. When his lips found your neck, hot and deliberate, you tilted your head back and let out a breathy moan that made something flicker in his chest and spark in his eyes.
"God, you have no idea what you do to me," he murmured into your skin, voice low and gravel-thick with restraint. His hands were already wandering—sweeping over the curve of your waist, tracing the line of your ribs, bunching the fabric of your top like he couldn't decide whether to peel it off slowly or just tear through it and devour you whole.
Then, in one fluid motion, he hooked his arms under your thighs and lifted you effortlessly. You gasped, instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist, clinging to him as he carried you through the apartment like he already knew every step of the way. He nudged open the door to your bedroom with his foot and kicked it closed behind him with a soft thud.
“Are you sure about this, darling?” he asked, lips ghosting over your throat, warm breath teasing your skin. His voice was careful, velvet-wrapped concern undercut by the tension thrumming just beneath it.
“Yes,” you whispered without a second thought—breathy, aching, already burning. “Kuroo, yes.”
That was all he needed.
He set you down on the edge of the bed, fingers already working the hem of your top. He tugged it over your head, eyes darkening as more of your skin was revealed to him. “Fuck,” he breathed out, like seeing you undone just for him knocked the wind from his lungs. “You’re unreal.”
You helped him out of his shirt next, palms gliding across his toned chest as if you needed to commit every line, every scar, every warm plane of skin to memory. His pants were next, discarded somewhere along with yours, clothes tossed carelessly onto the floor as your mouths met again in a kiss that was less polite now—more heat than hesitation, more teeth, more tongue, more everything.
When he finally laid you down on the mattress and hovered above you, bare and wanting, the look in his eyes wasn't just lust. It was reverence.
“You're so fucking beautiful,” he said, almost like he was scolding himself for taking this long. “You’ve got no idea how long I’ve been thinking about this—about you.”
And then he kissed you again, slower this time, as his hand drifted between your legs—testing the waters, coaxing more of those breathy moans he was already addicted to.
“Gonna take my time with you,” he growled, “because after tonight, I’m not going anywhere.”
His voice was thick—low and rough with promise—as his mouth descended onto your chest. Kuroo's lips wrapped around your nipple, tongue swirling slow, lazy circles before he sucked hard enough to make your back arch. His free hand slid between your thighs, fingers parting your folds before his thumb found your clit with practiced ease, rubbing gentle, teasing circles that made your hips twitch.
“Tetsu,” you whimpered, threading your fingers through his dark, unruly hair, tugging just enough to draw a low moan from him.
Kuroo glanced up, eyes half-lidded but gleaming. “That’s it,” he murmured, voice vibrating against your skin. “Keep saying my name like that.”
You gasped as his fingers pressed in deeper, sliding along your slick heat, fingertips curling just right—just enough to make your thighs tremble and your breath catch.
He sucked on your other breast, taking his time, leaving red blooms along your skin like a trail he’d follow again later. The slow, wet sounds of his mouth on your tits mixed with the obscene slick of his fingers fucking you open, setting your nerves alight.
“Tetsu—fuck, I can’t—” you choked out, hips stuttering beneath his touch.
“Yes, you can,” Kuroo whispered, lips ghosting over your nipple before he kissed the swell of your breast. “You’re doing so good for me.”
He pulled back just slightly, lifting his head to watch you unravel for him—your body flushed, eyes glassy, chest heaving with every broken breath.
“Taste yourself, baby,” he said, bringing his glistening fingers up to your lips. You parted them instantly, moaning as he pushed them past your tongue. His groan was almost feral. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”
When he kissed you again, it was rougher—needier. He cradled your head in his hand, the other already stroking his cock as he lined himself up at your entrance.
“Tell me you want this,” he said, pressing his forehead to yours, voice trembling with restraint. “Tell me you want me.”
“I want you, Tetsu,” you breathed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “All of you. I’m yours.”
Kuroo didn’t hesitate. With a low groan, he pushed inside—slow and deep, stretching you open inch by inch until he bottomed out.
“Fuck,” he cursed, jaw clenching. “You feel… fuck, you feel like heaven.”
And when he started to move—thrusting slow, deliberate, grinding deep—you knew you’d never want anyone else. Not when Kuroo made you feel like this.
Each stroke was intentional, like he was mapping your body with every inch of his. One hand anchored beneath your thigh, fingers pressing into the soft underside, while the other stayed between your bodies, lazily circling your clit in time with the slow grind of his hips. The sounds he drew from you were loud, raw, almost embarrassing if they weren’t so fucking honest. You didn’t care. Not when Kuroo was whispering filth in your ear, kissing along your neck like he was claiming you with every mark.
“You feel that?” he murmured, lips brushing your skin. “That’s me. That’s all me, baby.”
When your back arched and your nails raked down his spine, Kuroo groaned—low and guttural, like the sight of you unraveling under him was too much to handle.
To say the least, Kuroo was obsessed with you in bed. He didn't expect someone so quiet, so soft-spoken and unbothered with drama, to be this wild and insatiable behind closed doors. Sometimes his stamina was off the charts—athlete-built and fueled by ego—but even he could admit: fuck, he couldn’t always keep up with you.
It drove him crazy in the best way.
You were demanding in all the right places. Greedy with your kisses, shameless when you rode him like you needed him deeper than physically possible, and vocal when you came, screaming his name like a prayer and a curse. Every time he thought he had you figured out, you flipped the script.
Kuroo used to think he was the one with the upper hand. He wasn't.
Your roommate—back when she and Kuroo were still trying whatever you’d call that—once mentioned you in passing. They were cuddling on your couch, legs tangled up in each other, when she scoffed and said, “She’s probably a virgin. You’ve seen her room, right? It’s full of Legos and manga. All that nerd shit? She’s definitely never been touched.”
He hadn’t thought much of it at the time, just hummed and nodded, though something about the certainty in her tone stuck with him.
Months later, when things with your roommate fizzled and Kuroo found himself in your bed, tangled in your sheets and catching his breath after your second round, he brought it up.
“She said you were probably a virgin,” he told you, laughing, head resting on your stomach.
You had chuckled, brushing your fingers through his messy hair.
“Yeah?” you replied, eyes gleaming. “Tell that to the guys I had in college. I practically broke one of them.”
You weren’t lying.
You proved it to him that same night. Straddling his face with that lazy smile and those goddamn glasses sliding down your nose. You rode him like you’d been waiting to prove a point and holy hell, Kuroo swore he saw the light. You had him pinned, hips grinding, thighs squeezing around his head like a vice, and he welcomed it. Happily. Drowning in your slick, drunk on your moans, Kuroo didn’t even care if he suffocated in your thighs that night.
He’d die a happy man.
You were so hot like that—uninhibited, filthy, hungry for him. And god, you looked so damn good when you sucked him off still wearing your glasses. Hair all messy from his fingers, mouth slick and eyes daring him to look away. He couldn’t. Not when your tongue ran along his shaft like you were savoring every inch. Not when you moaned around him like he was your favorite flavor.
“Fuck, baby,” Kuroo had groaned, head tilted back. “You’re gonna kill me.”
And you? You just smirked.
“I’ll make it worth your while.” He didn’t doubt it.
Kuroo had been ruined for anyone else after that.
The moment you rode him in his home office, shirt half-unbuttoned, your hands gripping the back of his chair, hair falling into your eyes and mouth hanging open when you moaned his name—Tetsurou—like it was the only thing that mattered in the world.
He never wanted to let you go anymore.
If he could marry you right then and there—naked, sweaty, your panties dangling from his desk lamp—he would’ve gotten down on one knee without a ring. Just a promise. Just you and him.
But you deserved something better. Probably something by the ocean. A quiet, golden beach proposal with the sound of waves behind you and a little velvet box tucked behind one of his science joke t-shirts. Yeah. That’d be perfect. He’d plan that out eventually.
Still, your little dates didn’t slow down.
Lego-building marathons in his living room, your legs tangled across his lap as you bickered about which minifig was better. Cuddles during movie nights where you wore his college volleyball hoodie and snuck popcorn from his bowl. Quiet mornings when you stayed over, sipping coffee and flipping through manga in nothing but your panties and his button-down shirt.
You called it simple. He called it everything.
Kuroo kept giving you things. His love language wasn’t subtle.
Whenever you were at your apartment, a box would show up. Your favorite snacks. A collector’s edition manga you mentioned only once. That limited-edition Ninjago set you joked about. Sometimes he even had them delivered while you were out—just so he could text,
"Check your doorstep, sweetheart."
And when you opened the door, it was there. Sometimes with a post-it that read, "Build this with me tonight?"
And you always did. The second you stepped inside his apartment—his real home, now that you’d practically claimed it with your spare toothbrush and the fluffy slippers he bought for you—there’d be a new set waiting on the table. Or a volume laid neatly beside your favorite spot on the couch.
You would groan playfully, “Tetsu, this is too much…”
But your eyes always sparkled. And that was all he ever needed to see.
Kuroo wasn’t a man of restraint when it came to spoiling you. He liked seeing your expression when you tore the wrapping off. He liiked hearing your happy little gasps. And he especially liked the way you thanked him—sweet kisses at first, and then crawling into his lap and grinding down until his hands gripped your thighs, his voice rasping near your ear.
"Fuck, sweetheart. Is this how you're gonna thank me every time I buy you something?"
You always gave him cuddles… or him fucking you in return.
Neither of you would have it any other way.
Most of your dates happened right there in his apartment. It was your little world. The walls full of bookshelves, scattered Lego creations proudly displayed beside framed photos of his team. Your favorite blanket always draped over his couch, because he swore it smelled like you. You’d both start watching something—some superhero rewatch, some obscure Netflix docuseries—and end up tangled on the couch, kisses turning sloppy, laughter breaking into gasps as he dragged you under him.
It was always his apartment. His couch. His bed. His office. You bent over his desk, your nails scratching at the surface as he fucked you from behind. Or on his kitchen counter, panties pushed aside as he held your thighs apart and groaned against your neck.
"You’re fuckin’ perfect, sweetheart," he’d whisper against your skin. "Can’t believe you’re mine."
And you—smirking, breathless, always ready to drive him wild—would moan out, “I’m all yours, darling.”
That was the thing about you two. No matter where, no matter what—it was always just the two of you. A little domestic chaos, a little nerdy fun, and a whole lot of love.
Kuroo Tetsuro was ruined for anyone else.
And truthfully, he liked it that way.
He liked waking up in his apartment with your leg tangled with his. He liked how your shampoo clung to his pillows and how your glasses sat on his kitchen island beside your empty mug. He liked carrying you to bed when you fell asleep on the couch with a LEGO brick half-built in your hand. He liked that you left things behind—your books, your socks, your presence.
Kuroo Tetsuro had turned his apartment into a second home for you, and he didn’t even realize it until one afternoon when you opened a drawer in his bathroom and found your toothbrush, your hair ties, and your lip balm already waiting. It felt easy with him—domestic. Warm. Comfortable. Real.
But last night, he needed more than domestic.
He’d just come back from a grueling business trip—seven days without you. Seven days of restless sleep, ignored hotel breakfasts, and staring at unread messages while stuck in JVA meetings that ran longer than necessary.
And the second he saw your text, “Door’s open. I’m still up.”
He didn’t go home.
He went to your apartment instead. And the second he walked in and saw you in your oversized sleep shirt and those thick-rimmed glasses you forgot you were wearing—his restraint snapped.
He took you right there in your bedroom.
On the bed. Then again on the floor. And once more with your thighs trembling on the edge of your desk as his name broke from your throat in loud, obscene cries you couldn’t muffle even if you tried.
Kuroo always had a thing for your glasses. Something about the way you looked up at him while you were on your knees, eyes blown out, lips stretched around him, lenses fogging up while you sucked him deep like you missed the taste of him as much as he missed the heat of your body. And he always loved how you let him fuck you in them—wanted it even—telling him how dirty it made you feel when his cum splattered your lenses or dripped down your chin as he kissed you hungrily after.
And last night?
He made you wear them the entire time. Told you he’d missed seeing your pretty face get ruined while they were still on.
So yeah, Kuroo made good on every lost second from that trip. Filled you so many times you couldn’t remember if your name or his was the last thing you said before passing out. Your inner thighs ached. Your sheets were still crumpled with drying stains. And you still felt the wet, pulsing mess between your legs as you stood in the kitchen making breakfast the next morning, robe half-open, neck blooming with hickeys.
He had left early for another JVA morning call—but not before kissing your forehead and stuffing you full one last time in the shower.
But of course—unfortunately for you—your roommate had heard everything.
At first, she brushed it off. You weren’t exactly loud usually, and she assumed you were probably a virgin or celibate by choice. But when she heard your voice—unfiltered, breathless, begging—moaning “Tetsu!” like a prayer answered through gritted teeth and slick skin, it made her stomach churn.
And it was the final straw when his voice echoed in return.
Moaning your name.
Groaning about how tight you were. How much he missed your pussy. How pretty you looked taking every drop.
It made her snap.
So when you entered the living room that morning, holding your travel mug and your bag slung over your shoulder, she was already there—arms crossed, face sour, passive-aggressive aura bleeding into the walls.
“How long has that been going on?” she asked without looking at you.
You didn’t pretend to misunderstand. You just sipped your coffee.
“Define that.”
Her nostrils flared. “Don’t play dumb.”
You leaned against the counter, hair still wet from the shower, smirking slightly.
“If you mean Tetsuro—last night was just making up for lost time,” you said airily. “He missed me. So did my thighs, apparently.”
“You’re disgusting.”
“Funny. That’s not what you said when you told me all about your foursome while dating him,” you replied, tilting your head. “One behind, one underneath, and one shoving it down your throat, right? You left the bedroom door open just so I’d see. Said you were trying to prove a point. What point was that again?”
Her mouth opened, then closed. Scoffed. “That doesn’t mean you get to snake away my ex.”
Your grin widened—sharp, knowing.
“Sweetheart, you cheated on him constantly. I just didn’t say anything because, frankly, it wasn’t my relationship to mourn.”
She rolled her eyes. “He’s probably just using you to get back at me. You really think Kuroo Tetsuro would go for you? You said it yourself—he’s a career man. And you—well, look at you.”
You took another sip from your mug. Unbothered. Your petty meter had barely lifted.
“You told me he wouldn’t fuck someone who wore glasses. Now he asks me to keep them on. Funny how things change.”
She scoffed again, louder this time. “You’re seriously going to act like I wasn’t the best sex he ever had?”
“I don’t have to act. I know he’d disagree,” you replied, voice sugar-sweet. “Besides, we were just friends at first. You remember that, don’t you? He liked my LEGO builds. We bonded over manga. I still have the first limited edition he gifted me. First of many.”
“I knew something was up when he started hanging out with you more. You’re not even his type.”
“He said I’m exactly his type,” you said softly. “Smart. Funny. Loyal. And, apparently, really good at taking his cock.”
That was the one that hit.
Her eyes narrowed. “Just because you finally lost your virginity doesn’t mean you’re special.”
You laughed, really laughed, and set your mug down.
“Oh, sweetie. I’ve had a wild sex life in college. I just toned it down to focus on work. Tetsu just brought it back out. And then some. He fucks me in every corner of his apartment. Did he ever do that with you? Kitchen table? Floor? Balcony during rush hour?”
She didn’t answer.
“Didn’t think so,” you murmured.
“You’re lying.”
You stepped forward and whispered like it was a secret.
“He came in me three times last night,” you said casually. “Told me he missed seeing it drip out. Even helped push it back in.”
Her face twisted.
You raised your brows. “But if you want, I can play you the voice memo he sent me last month. He had his cock in his hand and couldn’t stop moaning my name. It’s really quite romantic.”
“Bitch.”
You tilted your head. “Always have been. Just quieter about it.”
She let out an angry shriek before stomping back to her room and slamming the door hard enough to rattle the coat hooks.
You took another sip from your mug and hummed under your breath.
Toned down? Maybe. But this?
This was your victory lap.
And you hadn’t even told her yet about the time Kuroo made you cum just from sucking on your tits while you rode his thigh—glasses on, mouth wet, his hand around your throat as he whispered that he wanted to keep you forever.
please please PLEASE do a part 2 of the 'nerd ya out' fic i need more😞💓
☆ nerd ya... in?!
— a haikyuu fanfic // you might have feeling for the class nerd.
continuation of nerd ya out!
synopsis: your class nerd, kuroo tetsurou was supposed to be a commodity, use 'n throw for whenever you wanted your assignments done. however, seems like things are changing for the two of you.
pairing: afab! mean!reader x nerd!kuroo
wc: 6.6k (what was that about it being a short drabble? yeah.)
cw: shimizu, fratboy! oikawa, fratboy! iwaizumi cameo. kuroo kinda goes feral?? sm*t. p in v. jealousy. dom!kuroo. mean!kuroo. cre*mpie. marathon. p*ssy spanking. egd*ng. overst*mulation. multiple position. multiple org*sms [both m, f]. crying. b*mbofication. that's it??? let me know if i missed any :p
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☆ assignment 42.
"if anyone—" your eyes widen to emphasize, your body juts forward as you jab your index finger right into his solid chest. "and i mean, anyone asks if I was with you tonight, what do you say?"
kuroo blinks at you, slow to react. "that I haven't seen you."
"if I was with you last night?"
"same answer." he scratches the back of his head — still naked, on his bed where you two had fucked not twenty minutes prior. his neck and face are still flushed, hair a mess of his usual spikes and the ones you had tugged and formed.
"okay, and if i was with you the day i was supposed to be at oikawa's houseparty?"
kuroo obediently answers, "same answer, still."
"okay." you breath in deeply, "also remember to add that we haven't seen each other in a very long time." you add strictly. "add that. add that we haven't seen each other in a long, looong time."
"o-okay?" he's pushing the rim of his metallic glasses by his doughy fingertips, pushing them up his nose as he watches you put on your pair of shorts. "but why would anyone ask me this?"
"my friends— ugh!" you keep dressing, grumbling under your breath, "kiyoko is catching on. she thinks we're been spending time together and i'm hiding it from the group or something."
"but you are." he mumbles lowly. you drop your gaze and ignore his quip with a big, miserable sigh. "i can't believe she thinks we're together—" the words have barely left your mouth when you snap your head up at kuroo, squashing the little embers of hope frolicking about in his irises with a stern tone. "we are not together."
"yeah..." his eyes search for yours wantonly, "we— we're just..." he gulps, his words faltering. "f-fucking. right...?"
"yes." you nod, chasing your eyes away from his before something akin to guilt starts gnawing at your skin. "but my friends cannot find that out, so, be a doll and don't spill out little secret to anyone, yeah?"
kuroo nods but his features pull sour, "i know. don't worry."
"yeah, kay." you pat down your head, "since we're done here, see you later!"
"uh— wait!" kuroo calls after you, catching you mid-step. you look back, "yeah?"
"are we..." his cheeks flush a deep ruby red, eyes falling down to his lap. "are we seeing each other tomorrow?"
you cock your head to the side with a sly smile, despite fucking your cunt in those obscene ways, he was always so bashful when referencing sex. you tease, "seeing each other for what?"
"for—" he snaps his head up and grows impossibly redder. "for y-y'know—?"
"sex?" he nods, still red and steaming, and you grin all cashmere at his reaction. your expression falls off quickly, though. "sorry, can't tomorrow. i have plans with the girls."
"o-oh? is it?"
"yup. i'm sorr—" the sincerity of your words surprises you, making you purse your lips immediately. you were never the one to apologize, especially for not something as trivial as not being able to see this nerd one day?!
you bite your tongue and taste metal. and frankly, the taste of iron is a welcome distraction from how you were feeling a minute ago. "and anyways, i don't think you can finish off my organic chem paper by tomorrow anyways. i heard it's plentyyy long. so, y'know... i need that paper in exchange for the sex, so..." you trail off, shrugging and already bolting for the door without showing your obvious urgency. "see ya. later. bye."
you don't wait for his reply. it echoes in the empty corridor as you shut tetsurou kuroo's apartment door at 2.40 a.m. in the morning and practically run away before you can come to terms with your little slip up. you were probably just exhausted from sex, probably just delirious from how good he made you feel and how all of your brain had abandoned your brain for your nether regions instead. yes. that was in.
"oi!" you hear the door snug open and kuroo run out. he's still naked, save for his boxers (which he has put on inside out.) you turn around and freeze. what the fuck was he doing?! chasing after you half-naked in the middle of the night?! w-was he about to confess something you didn't wanna hear?! was he out of his goddamn mind—?!
he holds up a stack of papers in his hand, raising it up to your eye-level, "you forgot to take your assignment."
"oh?" you blink, realizing that you forgotten the very thing that you had come to take in the first place. well, like i said, you were exhausted, delirious, seep-derived, and hilariously off your wits. you swallow and nod, "right. the paper. the paper."
he steps closer, "yeah, you just, uh, bolted right out."
"oh- pfft— as if!" you roll your eyes, waving your manicured hand in the air, "i just wanna go home and sleep. it's late. i forgot to take that..." you take the paper from his hands, and your fingers brush against his gingerly. you swallow again, hiding your eyes away from him by focusing on the imprint of your name on the very first sheet. "right. thanks."
"no problem. and-" he pauses, wincing to himself as if he shouldn't say it, "and you are... you're always welcome to sleep over at my place. you must be exhausted and it'll be a long way back home—"
your eyes widen at the prospect of laying in the same bed as him. fucking and sleeping together was different. the former was a transaction to you, the latter — something much, much more intimate, something which begged you to confront why exactly you kept returning to get your assignments from this one four-eyed freak, and why the abovenamed freak kept doing them for you.
you shake your head, "no."
at your answer, kuroo swallows, scratching his jaw, "it was ever only a suggestion..."
your eyes widen to the size of saucers, afraid your hurt him with your quick retort. "i mean, it's just your- your bed is so tiny, it'll be uncomfortable."
"i can take the floor—" he begins to offer when you clutch the paper against your chest so hard they crinkle with the impressions of your nails indented into the pristine white. you purse your lips and harden your tone, "i'm exhausted, kuroo. let's just..." you sigh, "goodnight. thanks for this." you nod to the stack in your hands.
you see his expression fall for a second before he nods, bidding your farewell with a small smile, "see ya."
you turn around without answering. taking a few steps forwards, you glance back and find him still standing there, his gaze fixated on you like you were one of his personal chemistry lab experiments. you falter but manage to say, "your boxer's on backwards, by the way."
you see his ears tint pink, eyes behind his glasses shooting down to his crotch. he chokes, "o-oh... yeah. yeah. sorry."
you turn away, and you can't help the smile that pulls at your lips. oh, he was such an embarrassing man. you couldn't even stomach the idea of being with someone like him — so... so nerdy and so boring and so timid and so... whatever! you were getting ever more exhausted, delirious, and sleep-deprived by the second. you needed to get back home.
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☆ assignment 43.
"i-i told you we couldn't today—!" your voice pitches higher as kuroo sinks his canines into your plush neck. the puncture is addictive, even more so as he licks and sucks in bruises into your skin. "i mean... how did you even finish that assignment in a day?"
"stayed up the entire night." he mumbles against your skin, desperate, "just wanted to— fuck— wanted to see you today."
you had decided to go shopping with your girls, a plan that had then turned into a dinner and then an impromptu sleepover at kiyoko's place. you had just left the restaurant when a text buzzed your phone, a message from kuroo: i finished your assignment. meet me tonight? please? please? please.
you had furrowed your eyebrows at his words. how the fuck did that crazy bastard do it so quick?! you typed back: no way. you're lying about the assignment.
kuroo typed back: am not. i finished it. please just come see me? please?
"—and what's got you smiling ear to ear?" one of your friends had jerked you out of your thoughts. you hadn't been smiling while texting him. no. you hadn't been. why would you have?! you had quickly shut off your phone, shrugging it off. "nothing. 's nothing."
"someone special?" kiyoko had asked softly and you had shaken your head, "no. just was my mom."
"hm? okay, then." though the glint in her eyes had told you she didn't believe you, your group began moving forward, leaving you to trail behind. you had pondered upon kuroo's proposition, and almost instinctively you came to a halt. you had started off slowly, "hey guys, i- i think i'm gonna head back to my apartment."
the girls had turned around to face you, confusion etched into their pretty features. kiyoko had been the one to ask, "why?"
"uh, my mom wants to show me how she's redecorated our home, it'll be long and if- if i don't call her back, she'd feel really, really sad."
kiyoko had offered, "you can talk to your mom at my place, i don't mind."
"no, no. the call will run really long. really, really long." you had nodded, "i will just see you guys at uni tomorrow!"
and then you had knocked on the door to kuroo's door. he had opened with a crazy glint in his eyes, hiding his intentions behind those metal rimmed glance as he had grinned, "hey."
now, he is sheathed so deliciously inside you — all snug and warm and familiar — as you you wrap your arms around his neck and rock yourself on him. your flimsy skins slot against each other's, chest on chest, thighs on thighs, breathing in what the other was breathing out.
he groans like you're breaking him, ruining him. "i— i mean it. i wanna see you every day."
"ugh, d-desperate nerd—!" you laugh airily at that, a sound that is quickly cut off with a gasp as he brings his big palms to your waist and makes you grind down on his length. the stutter in your voice in contrast to your sass is not missed by kuroo. you tease and kuroo laughs. and then, you realize with a startle that you like the way he laughs — loud and sort of airy. before you can think about the sound of his laugh, though, he is manhandling your body up and down the length of his cock. his tip bludgeons itself to the top of your cunt and you fall into his chest, achy and sensitive.
at this point, you're sure kuroo knows more of you than you do yourself. you were sure that if you blindfolded him and asked him to point every mole on your body, he could. if you asked him the shape of your lips and the taste of your lipgloss, he could recite them from memory. he had worshipped you. he had taken his time in learning you. it unnerved you. it terrified you, and yet you ground down on his cock with that utterly wrecked expression.
you blinked up at him with tears brimming the edge of your eyes, "feels good— nghh—" you babble, "feels s-so good?"
kuroo grins, wide and proud, "am i doing good?"
you nod, meeting each one of his thrusts with the roll of your own hips, "yesyes, so good— ah!"
he guides your jaw to his lips and kisses you softly. kuroo tetsurou was a quick learner, because when you had found him, he couldn't even give you a smooch without nearly passing out and now he was slipping his tongue into your mouth and kissing you so, so nasty. he keeps pulling you into his cunt, keeps rocking the top of his skin against your hooded clit.
you press your naked chest to his and cry into his mouth, convulsing as your pussy trembles with the shockwaves of your orgasm. he kisses you through it, fucking your overstimulated cunt with such slow, gentle rocks that it has tears spilling over and guttural, lewd moans dropping out of your lips. his tip keeps grazing your sensitive spot, making you shudder in his arms as he fucks you to his completion. your greedy cunt squeezes him so, so well, as if it's made for him. you wouldn't be surprised if his very indentation was inside you at this point.
"sh-shit. ohgod— y-you're perfect. fucking perfect— hah!" he chokes and weeps out dribbles of his thick cum inside you. you feel warm. every inch of you feels warm — from your cunt, flowing with his cum, to your stomach, to your cheeks.
he holds you in his arm through the aftershocks of your orgasm and once both of your breathing evens, you look at him. he looks as he always does after you two are done fucking — tired, with that droopy look in his eyes. red. breathing hard.
he gives you a grin, "and to think you almost didn't come today."
you roll your eyes, hitting him on his shoulder with a quick thwap! of your hands, "i came for the chem assignment."
"right. yeah." his eyes shift into an expression of melancholia but his lips stay tugged into the same smile. you pretend you don't notice as you climb off. his load seeps out of you and onto his lap, painting his entire thighs and cock white and slippery. you sigh at the familiar mess of fluids, "ugh, gotta clean this now. and god, i'm so sweaty."
kuroo nods, "just shower here." and before you can refuse, he's running you a shower. well, you suppose showering here once won't hurt, right? right.
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a week later.
"yoohoo!" the familiar voice of oikawa tooru surprises you. you lift your head up from your phone to look at him. "oikawa...?"
he's with iwaizumi, as always, and takes the seat right in front of you in the cafeteria. he smiles at you, the kind that doesn't reach his eyes. oikawa was president of AOBA JOHSAI fraternity, and the type of man you had decided in year one you were going to one day date. the feeling was not reciprocated from his end, but that never stopped the man from squeezing in a fuck session or two when you both were too wasted to make decision. the fantasy of dating him had, however, tanked in the last month or so. ever since a certain bespectacled man had entered your head (or err, your heart.) it now seemed like oikawa was less charming and more irksome.
"you didn't come to our last party at the frat." he pouts, "i was expecting to see you."
correction, he was expecting to fuck you. iwaizumi rolls his eyes at oikawa's statement and you're sure he also catches onto his friend's lie. you ignore his charming words and shrug, scrolling your feed, "yeah, had something come up."
"i don't see you with your friends either sometimes and..." he casts a glance around, dramatic as always and then leans in, "and there's rumors that you're hanging out with someone else." he grins, "i didn't know nerds were up your alley. did you, iwa-chan?"
iwaizumi doesn't respond but the hint in oikawa's words isn't lost on either one of you. you shrug again, "i got a guy to do my assignments, so what?"
"so, nothing." oikawa shrugs, "i think it's effective use of those smartasses, anyways. but well, i haven't seen you in so long and there's going to be another party next tuesday, so, i assume you're comin'?"
the way he says it, there's no debate about it. oikawa tooru, president of AOBA JOHSAI had himself come to invite you. this was probably what half the girls on the campus dreamed of. and yet, you find yourself mulling over his words, "i'd check my schedule, see if i can come."
"what?" he laughs, "you're debating it?"
"no." you emphasize, "i just said i'll think about it."
oikawa leans back into his seat and his ripped muscles pull taut against his tee. he grimaces, "how sad that you are preoccupied with something else, you're usually the life of the party, hm?"
you pause, attempting a candid laugh, "hm, guess so."
oikawa takes your laugh as an affirmation and stands up, iwaizumi following behind. their chairs are dragged back with a dull screech. "then, see you this friday, yeah?"
"sure." you smile, "since you want me there so bad."
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friday.
you knew you shouldn't feel queasy being at one of AOBA JOHSAI's famous frat parties. this was practically your home for the past few semesters, you were the most at ease in the confinements of the huge mansion. you practically knew the entire place inside out, and yet you found yourself standing to a side and making dull conversation with kiyoko.
after three sips of cheap beer from a red, plastic cup and thumping EDM music from the background, you come to the paling conclusion that it wasn't the party that bothered, it was what it implied.
you and oikawa slept together after almost every party ever. you two never talked of it, and though you wanted it to be something bigger than it was, oikawa was never down for such a commitment. so, you had gotten used to keeping parts of him even if it meant he would be drunk and horny. tonight, however, you didn't want to sleep with oikawa.
you know you're under no obligation to not sleep with him. after all, you and kuroo tetsurou aren't together. not even close to that. you two were business partners, two people so honed in the craft of the barter system that nobody could even define your relationship. but you find your fingers fidgeting and eyes shying away as oikawa eyes you from a distance. you could sleep with a hundred men and it still wouldn't be wrong. but it felt wrong. you hated this feeling, like bile rising to your throat at the prospect of anyone but that nerd - kuroo tetsurou. and the idea that you wanted to see that nerd instead of sports hunk, frat president oikawa made you want to kill yourself even more.
"do you wanna dance?" kiyoko hums lowly and you nod, trying to ease your bunched expression into a smile, "oh, yeah. sure."
the two of you take to the dance floor, swaying to the familiar beats as you join with your other friends. it doesn't take long before oikawa's making his way to you. he fills in behind you, a hand wrapping around your waist and pulling your back to his front. your ass brushes his crotch and you wince, "h-hey?"
"hey," he hums in your ear, "you look good in this dress."
"thanks." you say, growing stiffer as you move his hand around and gain distance, "oikawa, listen." he leans over to hear you better and you manage over the loud music, "i don't wanna fuck."
oikawa doesn't seem mad, just amused as he utters, "is that so? i thought this was our tradition."
"yeah, no." you confess, "'m not feeling it tonight. on my period." that's a lie. you're sure oikawa knows it but you nod nonetheless as if it'll drive the point home. he shrugs, "alright, no worries. see you around."
"see you."
oikawa leaves, weaving in between the bodies to return to his group of friends and you're left to dance with your girls. you're swaying to the music when you find kiyoko come close to you and whisper, "isn't that kuroo?"
you snap your head to where she's looking and right there, in flesh and blood, stands kuroo tetsurou, the very man you were aching to see till now. but now as he stands there, a red cup in hand his narrow eyes fixed on you, blood roars in your ears.
before you can be bothered answer kiyoko, you are moving to where he's standing at the very side. you approach him with a smile, "kuroo! what are you..." you swallow as he doesn't smile back, "what're you doing here...?"
"oikawa invited me."
"he- he did?" you're swerving your head back to oikawa to look at him. that bastard. kuroo replies and you snap your head back to him, "yeah, we know each other. sometimes, we play each other in volleyball."
"is it?" you ask and kuroo nods. you purse your lips. "nice." there's a pause, one in which you calculate what to ask next. did kuroo see you? even if he did, why would it matter? it shouldn't.
"when did come?"
"ten minutes ago." he answers curtly and you feel like he's gaze is piercing needles into your skin. the very skin he's touched so softly before. so, you soften your voice and explain, "uh, me and oikawa... we have slept together." kuroo stiffens and you explain, "before. like, not right now. before. but uh, he thought we were on and we aren't. we aren't fucking. i said no." you ramble. "i told him i'm on my periods."
"but you're not." he says sharply because he knows your cycle.
when you had told him you couldn't fuck, you had assumed you had to procure your assignment from someone else. but kuroo had did it, not asking for sex in return. he had even been as kind to come drop the assignment off, alongside some chocolates and teas. you thought he was idiotic, that he was doing too much for someone who didn't even like him. but somehow, it was the nicest thing anyone had done for you in a long time.
you nod, "yeah, 'm not."
really, there's no reason for you to explain any of this to kuroo. he doesn't need to hear this. he doesn't deserve to hear this or anything. he's nothing to you. and right now, you should remember that because you're at a seijoh party and everybody and their moms were watching you chat up the resident nerd of the campus. it's tanking your reputation, it is adding fuel to the fire of the rumors about you two.
kuroo shrugs, "it's fine if you both..." he stills, breathing deeply, "we're not together."
"we're not." you echo, and despite being the one who always said this, somehow it sounds so much more devastating coming from kuroo's mouth. you purse your lips and nod, sensing the end of the conversation, "are you here with someone?"
"yeah, a few of my friends. i'm just gonna go..." he points in a vague direction, throwing his thumb over his shoulder. you nod, "yeah. me too. have fun."
and as you walk away, you feel your stomach drop lower with every single click-clack of your heels. you shouldn't care, this conversation should mean nothing to you. if you lose kuroo tetsurou, then you just lose a guy doing your work. nothing more. but you're throwing your head back to look at his broad back as he walks away from you and disappears into the crowd.
"hey?" kiyoko asks, "are you alright?"
you nod, "just fine. it's nothing." your grin stretches wider and you're sure kiyoko can see it's fake but she chooses not to comment as you say, "let's dance again! i need to get wasted."
kiyoko smiles wide, "attagirl! let's pour some of those shots, yeah?"
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you are wasted. wasted. utterly and completely. first, you had drank to forget the abysmal conversation that happened between you and kuroo, then you drank to forget how much that conversation mattered to you, and then you drank just because.
now, you're walking through one of the many halls of aoba johsai frathouse, aimlessly walking the place until you found a bed to crash in, or worse, oikawa. you are on the second floor when you have a run-in with your favourite resident nerd.
he stops in his path at the sight of you, you stop right in front of him. there's a sway in your step, a slight bleary look to your eyes that confirms that you're drunk. completely out of it.
he scoffs. the sweet, shy asshole scoffs, "going to see oikawa?"
you pull your features into a scowl, "none of your fucking business." you come closer and jab an index into his chest, all mean and pointed, "we're not together." you spit the last word out like it is venom.
"yeah." kuroo breaths, "we aren't." but he's pulling you by your forearm, leading you into one of the many doors in the hallway.
"oh, fuck off, kuroo." you protest with a whine, pawing off his hand as he locks the door behind himself and locks the two of you in. "fuck off, you asshole! you and your high and mighty, smart little ass!"
he turns to face you and in his eyes, there's nothing decipherable. he steps closer and you step back, suddenly remembering that he's bigger than you, stronger too. you swallow, "what do you think you're doing?"
"you're wasted."
"...and?"
"what are we?"
you open your mouth to answer and nothing comes out. he looks at you intently. venom lines your lips in an attempt to self-destroy, "you are just the guy that does my assignments."
his eyes soften, lips parting with a shivering sigh, "that's all we are?"
"yeah." you nod. "i don't like you."
"because of your social standing?"
"no—" you begin when he's stepping even more closer, "because there's some stupid fucking hierarchy telling you that you shouldn't be with a guy like me?"
you push him back, trying to gain distance and trying again 'n again 'n again, "no."
but he's continuing his speech, stepping closer again, undeterred by your effort to push him back. "because your friends think we're not a good match?" you try to push him back with your palms but as soon as your palms are pressed to his chest, he holds them there with a broad hand and closes the short distance between you two. his warm breath fans your nose, "because you have some sort of reputation to uphold?"
your breath stutters, your body grows still as he holds your two hands against his chest with one. there's silence, silence that gnaws at your skin. you take in a shuddering breath, "none of th-those. i just don't want to be with a man like you."
the way you say 'you', it's like an insult. instinctively, kuroo grins, "right. like me. a fuckin' nerd." his grip against your hand tightens, holding you in place lest you try to run away. you squirm and he grins wider, "y'know since all we do is fuck in exchange of assignments, let's do just that. since i'm only one of the guys doing your assignments, let me do just that. let us just keep this relationship physical, yeah?"
"w-what?" though, this is what you technically wanted to hear, you're stuttering and faltering at his crude words. this wasn't your kuroo. this wasn't your kuroo. what the fuck was he saying?! or were you so drunk that you were talking to a made up image of him?
"you want me to fuck you?" there's this look in this eyes, unsuppressed lust. "let me fuck you."
and 54 minutes later, you cry out tears of overstimulation after three orgasms of your own and one of his. kuroo presses your head into the foreign mattress with one of his large hands, another pressing the fat around your hips so, so mean as he fucks his cock into your gaping hole so, so mean. the thwacks! resound in the room alongside your pitiful cries as you sob chants on pleasure into the fabric under you. you clench the sheets under your fists to ground yourself, to let yourself hold onto your waning sanity as he fucks into you. but even that resolution is robbed from you as kuroo pulls your body up by your arms.
he's on his king-sized mattress, supporting his body with his knees as your body is pulled such that your back is flush against his front. he wraps a hand around your waist, stabilizing your pliant body against him as another wraps around your neck. you gasp, bringing your hands to his forearm and digging your nails into his skin with a wrecked sob, "k-kuroo— nghh- no, no 'stoomuch... too much." you babble incoherently, flailing against his vice-like grip to run away from him, from him and his lengthy cock that was currently spearheading itself into your gooeist, most sensitive spots.
"hah. why?" you hear his words punctuated with heavy breaths, each in line with the rough roll of his pelvis against yours. "i thought you wanted this, to j-just- hah, fuck—?"
before you can babble again, before you can apologize or even think to apologize, he's switching positions again. kuroo's bed in his dorm was small, insanely so to fit the two of you. but with this king sized mattress? the man was unstoppable.
he pulls his achy cock, doused in precum and ribbony ropes of your cum but he doesn't give you time to even register that your hole is so vacant now. instead, he pushes you to the mattress, turning you around with swift tugs that have you lying on your back and blinking up at him. as your blurry vision meets his, he grins. through it all, the fucking nerd — dripping in sex and sweat and everything unholy — still has his glasses on. they fog up around the rim, slightly obscuring his eyes.
"tell me..." he's panting as he pushes your thighs up to your chest and pressing down, down, down until you're gasping at the feeling of being folded in half. the pressure of it pushes out his previous load down your pussylips. your sex quivers, covered in rivers of sin in the shade of his cum.
"w-what...?" tears prick your eyes again, face flaming hot as you feel him guide his glinting, sinful mushroom tip back into that overstimulated cavern. you clench your eyes shut, already feeling the fullness of his cock before he even enters you and then, kuroo tetsurou stops. he collects the pouring stream of his cum on his cockhead and nudges it upwards till it catches your clit. your body stutters at the feeling and he grins, maniacal, "tell me, tell me— hah— does oikawa fuck you better?" he swipes his cockhead against you and smears all of that syrupy cum onto your fluttering, swollen nub. "or do one of your other 'boys' fuck you better?"
you try to open your mouth, to give the venom back to him, to say, yeah. and you can't compare. but instead, you're rendered useless. your entire body shivers with as much as a mere kiss of his tip on your clit. you're so, so sensitive. god, he had been fucking into you mercilessly for such a long amount of time. even after he had fucked his cum into your pussy once, that wasn't enough. it wasn't enough. he had started up again, like clockwork.
"aaa—" he parts his lips open, as if to mimic you, still not pushing his cock inside you. "what? can't answer? already fucked senseless, hm? i thought that's all you wanted from me? a fuck session."
and you want to argue, want to tell him to not be so cocky but he leans down and captures your kissbitten lips against him in a sloppy kiss. it's a mix of tongue and spit and sin. you can taste yourself on his tongue. you groan into his mouth, "y-yer so cocky—ohh!" your eyes roll back as he thrusts his dick inside of you in one, smooth motion.
"oh, no." he mumbles against your lips, his tone so sweet despite the carnal way he has you pressed in half. "'m not cocky enough. cause after having you fucked dumb on my- fuck, my cock over 'n over again, you still seem full of yourself."
he bottoms in and you genuinely see white taint your vision. your stomach pulls itself inwards again, teetering on the edge of another orgasm as you cry, "k-kuroo— no, no, no. 'mgonnacumagain— please. kuroo. please—"
"please what?"
you groan, frustrated as he halts his movements, simply sheathing his cock inside of you as he repeated, "go on. please what?"
"p-please don't stop."
"hah?" he throws his head back, still unmoving, "not until you answer... answer my question. does anyone fuck you like this?"
well, you had had your fair share of men. some cocky, some dominating, some submissive. none kuroo tetsurou. but you don't wish to admit it, so, you decide to beg instead.
"kuroo... k-kuroo, baby—" he flinches at the petname. you had never called him anything other than nerd or by his name. tears fall down your perfect face, "please, please, please make me cum—"
"answer." as if to drive the point home, he kisses your jaw in time to rut himself in. you moan at the small stimulus. "or i won't go on."
and so, despite being prideful and drunk, you admit it, "n-no one."
"what is that?" he hums, "no one... what?"
a new bout of tears hit your eyes, this time out of humiliation, "no one... fucks me like you."
"attagirl." he grins, reeling his hips back and pistoning them back in once, twice, thrice. his tempo builds up your orgasm again, you begin to feel the abyss grow inside your body. but then, he stops.
you whine, on edge — quite literally. "kuroo."
he tsks, "another question. answer it and i promise i'd fuck you till you can't walk, till you..." he peppers kisses across your feverish skin, anywhere from your face to your neck to your jaw and ears. "till you can only remember me, and me, and me."
you whine again, barely retaining any sanity at all as he asks, "so, what are we?"
you still. god. was this orgasm worth destroying your pride? you stutter but answer, "n-nothing. just fuck-buddies."
"hm?" kuroo picks himself up off of your body, pulls himself back on your knees till you lay in front of him — bare and trembling — and his dick is still sheathed inside you. he guides his attention to your cunt instead. your sweet, sweet cunt. before you can process what's happening, he brings his fingers down on your clit with a thwap! you jolt, crying, "ohmygod—?!"
"that's a lie." he grins. sweat trails down the sides of his cheeks and down his chest. his glasses have slid halfway down his nose. "answer me correctly or i'm gonna have to get it out of you the hard way." he pushes the metallic rim up, "what are we?"
"nothing!" you say it forcefully this time, like it's a binding vow and he grins, slapping your sensitive pussy again. your cunt clamps around his length at the harsh hit and he grins, "again? yeah? what are we, now?"
you see his fingers glistening with the mix of your arousal and his cum as he holds it up, readying it for another hit. you wince as you realize just how badly you want to cum. it hurts. all of you hurts. you want the release, you want the high, the feeling of weightlessness as he tips you over your orgasm.
you try to swallow down your pride but your mouth's too dry. you croak, slow and shy, "you like me."
he brings down his hand but stops before the impact. he raises an eyebrow, "i do. and?"
"and-and i think i..." you bite down on your lips, "i like you too."
kuroo blinks, as if he cannot believe you just said that. he blinks again, as if he truly cannot believe you just said that. in an instant, he's reeling his hips back and immediately fucking your pussy with reckless abandon. a grin decorates his face, "thanks. j-jus' wanted to hear you say it."
but you're too lost in the feeling of your impending orgasm to care about your confession or the humiliation it will bring forth. with a few pumps, you squirt all over his dick and washboard abs. your pussy clamps down on his length, choking it so mean till he has no choice but to paint your insides with white a second time.
as soon as he fills you up to the brim, he's collapsing on top of you. his breath is laboured, as is yours. the two of you clutch onto each other, hugging each other's naked bodies as if it's the only thing that can ground you to reality. once your breathing evens, kuroo pulls himself out and rolls over. you feel the mix of fluids taint your thighs, as well as whatever unfortunate man's bed this was.
you chest falls up and down rapidly and you cannot even bring yourself to look to the side and see kuroo. you two lay in silence, staring up at the ceiling. eventually, kuroo breaks it, "so, you like me?"
"no." you snap your head to him, glaring, "you-you, devil! you practically tortured me into saying that."
"i didn't torture you." he smiles, proud, "i just asked for the truth, and when you gave it to me, i fucked you."
"it wasn't the truth!" you argue and he nods, as if agreeing, "sure."
"you're such an asshole, kuroo!" you groan, bringing up your hands to your face and pressing them flat against your feverish skin. you feel his fingers tug yours, asking to you let him see your face. you reluctantly agree and see him on his elbows, looking down at you. he is so pretty, it hurts. and it hurts even more that you want to say it out loud, to admit it.
he rubs a gentle circle into your cheek, giving you an easy smile, "we're not together, don't worry. i... i just wanted to hear you say that you liked me. even for a second." he averts his gaze, "i guess that's pretty pathetic."
you snort, "well, nerds are pathetic."
he looks back to you, "well, a nerd did fuck you to tears."
whatever retort you had dies on your lips as he leans in and kisses you softly. his thumb keeps circling your skin. you close your eyes as kiss him back. he pulls back and before you can stop yourself, you admit, "i like you. i do."
he blinks and then grins ear to ear, "i know."
you punch his arm, "if you knew, why did you make me go through all that?!"
he settles back down against you, pulling you against his chest, "because you happen to be a liar and i have to push you to your limits for you to say the truth."
"huh?! when has that ever happened?!"
kuroo tetsurou presses a kiss to your temple, "don't mind."
you snuggled your face into his chest, wrapping your arms around his body. you mumble against his skin, "you'd still do my assignments, right?"
"pshh— sure."
"OI, WHOEVER IT IS THAT IS FUCKING IN THAT BED OF MINE, IT IS MEMORY FOAM—" a voice carries itself from outside the room, accompanied by bangs on the door, "HEAR THAT? MEMORY FOAM. AND IF IT HAS THE MEMORY OF Y'ALL FUCKING, I WILL SUE YOU."
"that sounds like..." kuroo starts and you finish, "oikawa, yep."
"we fucked in oikawa's bed?" he asks.
"yep." you answer.
"nice."
"yep."
"OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR, I SWEAR TO GOD. IT'S FUCKING MEMORY FOAM— NO, I WON'T CALM DOWN, IWA-CHAN! THIS IS PROPOSTEROUS—!"
a.n: NOT PROOFREAD. NERD!KUROO IS BACK ON POPULAR DEMAND. this is the first fic i have written in ONE sitting (don't ask how long it took. (it took like 5 hours and i feel feverish after finishing this shit.)) i know i won't make it long but my hand slipped and oopsie daisy :')
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— a haikyuu fanfic // you strike a deal with the class nerd.
synopsis: you decided to strike a deal with that nerd in your class, kuroo tetsurou. pairing: afab mean girl!reader x nerd!kuroo [uni AU]
wc: 6.1k (i honestly thought it was longer)cw: NOT PROOFREAD. mean girl x nerd dynamics. switch!kuroo. feral kuroo. he's a YEARNERRRR with ZERO sexual knowledge. crackfic if you squint. they're both sorta dumb. nsfw includes: c*nnilingus, "teaching s*x", p in v, raw, overst*mulation, sq*irting, marathon s*x, switch kuroo, dom-ish hypers*xual reader, multiple org*sms, f*ngering, semi-public mast*rbation. let me know if i missed any :p
part 2!!
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☆ assignment 01.
when kuroo tetsurou raised his head up, his cheeks were flushed, hair spiky with sweat beading on his temple, and chin and full lips dripping with your sex. the bottom rim of his glasses were coated in your slick. he heaved, chest raising up and down as he looked at you with anticipation burning through his chest, "w-was that good...?"
you let the question hang in the air for a minute. his dorm room — in which you're both currently holed up — was small. the white of the walls was bland, the fan rotated with a soft creak, and the light on the ceiling flickered sometimes. his bed was small, too small to fit the two of you together. you weren't sure why you were even here. oh, wait. right. to repay him for doing your assignments.
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kuroo had approached you, all stuttering and tomato-red two days ago. you were chewing gum, scrolling on your phone in the halls, waiting for him. when you had spotted him, your eyes had assessed his face with a sly grin, "what is it, nerd?"
"i-" he swallowed, pushing the assignment towards you. although he towered over you, 6'2 of a man drowning in oversized sweaters, his demeanor shrunk him down till you felt like you could all but step on him and leave him for dead. his hair was always a mess of bed head, untamed spikes spread sporadically over the expanse of his head. one of his eyes was obscured by his bangs. tall, well-built, angular face. he could have been hot if he wanted you, you had presumed.
he had averted his gaze from you, pushing the assignment towards you again, "here's your... your assignment. but... uh, i wanted to ask you something."
"shoot." your manicured fingers had brushed against his as you took ahold of the handwritten, binded folder. he had shuddered at your faint touch. you had teased him, "ya okay, nerd?"
"i..." he had lifted his gaze up to your face and swallowed again. "in exchange for the assignment..." his gaze had dropped to the ground again, his voice a mere whisper. "are you actually gonna... like- come to my dorm tonight?"
"yeah," you had shrugged, your gloss glimmered lips stretching into a grin again. "you did my assignment right?" he had nodded, far far too quick. you had booped his nose with your index, "okay, see ya then."
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now, here you were, in his bed. his narrow, hazel eyes raked over you. he held his bottom lips between his teeth, awaiting your response. you rolled your eyes at the man, sighing as you pulled your body up from the small bed of his dorm room. "well, i didn't cum."
the expression kuroo gives you was a cross somewhere between complete devastation and absolute ruination. his brows furrowed and he fumbled to push his glasses up, "i- you didn't cum...?"
"nah." you shrugged, "good try, though." you were already attempting to sit up, fixing your denim skirt to fit over the gentle slope of your ass and cover your apex. your chest jiggled with those lewd actions. kuroo felt his mouth grow drier, not even registering as you yammered on. "most guys don't offer to eat a girl out. and y'know, it wasn't bad for a virgin."
kuroo was still on his knees. he stared down at you. he tried to clean off his face with the back of his hand, his erratic gaze looking at your disapproving expression, "l-let me try again. i can- i'll make you cum."
you cocked up an eyebrow, your eyes tracing from his flushed, determined face down to the clear tent in his sweats. there was a patch of wetness right where his cockhead weeped out beads of pre. subconsciously, you swallowed. he was big. you didn't have to take off his sweats to realize that. too bad the fucking nerd didn't know how to use it. you looked back at his face and shrugged, "nah. it's fine. i gotta get going anyways."
as you stood up, kuroo did too. he followed after you to his door, "b-but i can try again."
you turned around on your heels, crossing your hands over your fitted shirt. your chest held snugly against the fabric, with your enticing nipples tempting him. kuroo swallowed, towering over you and yet trembling with fear, "give me another chance, please?"
you blinked up at him, your glimmery lips stretching into a smirk, "do my next assignment, and you'd get another chance, hm?"
"o-okay." his words shook, eyes hardening with resolve. "b-but i'll get you to cum next time."
you grinned, "whatever ya say, nerd."
and with that, you were out. his door shut behind you with a sharp sound. your breath shuddered as soon as you were out of his line-of-sight. you pressed your thighs together, felt as your soapy essence stuck to your inner thighs. sure, kuroo didn't make you cum but you were sure that if you let him, he would have.
sneaking down to the empty fire exit staircase of his apartment complex, you looked around for a cctv. finding none, your fingers ghosted over your own wettened cunt. closing your eyes, your breath shuddered as you slipped in one finger within yourself, then another. you were so wet, god.
you increased your pace, curling your digits inside your cunt to hit that gooey spot. you bucked forward, mouth falling agape and labored breath echoing in the empty staircase. you clenched eyes shut, thinking back to the flushed image of him — kuroo.
his stupid specs, the cherry red blossom of his cheeks, his pink lips dripping with your sheen, his carnal need to please you. you curled your digits faster, eyes rolling to the back of your skull as images of him flooded your brain. the labor of his breath, the desperation of his syllables, the way his hair felt in your grasp as he licked your cunt with such soft stripes.
"fu-fuuck. k-kuroo." you mewled, arching your back off of the wall and keening into your own experienced palm. your orgasm came crashing with trembling thighs and ever-more-trembling breath. you slumped down the wall and sat on one of the many steps of the stranded staircase. as your breath evened, you opened your eyes. your slippery essence stuck to your two fingers, you looked at your fingers and then around you. what the fuck did you just do?! fuck in an emergency exit while thinking of that nerd?!
well, whatever. it's not like he knew. it's not like anyone knew you just came to the thought of kuroo tetsurou. he was just one of the many nerds on campus that was thirsting after you. that's all. you picked yourself up on your jelly-like limbs and practically dashed down the staircase. you should probably forget this incident for yourself.
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☆ assignment 02.
but forgetting didn't come by easily.
kuroo gave you the next assignment the very next day, stopping you in the hallways to hand over the bound text, even with your friends surrounding you. you ushered him to a side, glancing back at your friends to give them a strained smile as he hurried him away.
you cocked up an eyebrow, hissing at him once you were out of your friends' earshot. "kuroo, what the fuck?"
"assignment." he seemed unwinded, already feverish and burning red from the excitement of what came next according to your deal. you narrowed your eyes as you shifted between his face and the stack of papers he held in his palms, "this assignment is due next thursday. why are you giving it to me right now?"
"i-" his eyes darted from behind his metal rimmed glasses, he looked around the hallways before whispering, "you'd come over tonight, right?"
"i-" you bit down your lips. you really shouldn't. especially not after that little stunt you pulled in the staircase of his apartment complex. you swallowed, shrugging defiantly. "i'm busy today. going for karaoke with my girls."
"but..." he looked like a kicked puppy, like someone who had been rid of every thing good and holy. "but we had a deal."
"yeah, that we can do stuff in exchange for my assignments." you nodded, "however, this assignment is due next week. so, really there's no need for me to come over today." you hummed, already preparing to turn on your heels and go back to your group, "see ya later."
kuroo's hand circled your wrist, tugging it to stop your way. immediately, your eyes widened. why was this fucking nerd holding your hand out in front of everybody?!
you turned around, quickly tugging your hands away from him, "what."
"i can't wait that long." he heaved, his erratic gaze fixed against yours. there was something more than just lust swirling about in his hazel irises. determination. he pleaded with you, his body bending forwards to meet your face. "i gotta see you. please. tonight."
the intensity of his words turned your sinews into mush. you blinked at him, helpless. you had had your fair share of idiots falling head-over-heels and being obsessed with you, but none like this. never like this. nobody had ever wanted you as carnally as kuroo tetsurou had.
you turned around again, huffing with blatant attitude, "fine. i'll come over after karaoke." glancing back at him, you narrowed your eyes with a hiss, "this better be worth my fucking time."
"y-yes." you heard him breathe out a sigh of relief, something that was accompanied with a wide, wiiiide grin. your girls were so gonna flame you for this interaction. "okay. see you."
you walked away before you could regret your decision. when you met back up with your girls, they raised a brow at you, "what was up with him?"
you laughed it off, "you know how nerds are. give them one little sliver of attention and they go a bit crazy."
however, it was hard to tell who was going crazy. kuroo or you.
later, that night.
as soon as you were inside his small, suffocating dorm, he pushed you to his bed. his hands were clammy, coated with a layer of sweat. you looked at him, thoroughly amused as he pawed up your skirt to bunch above your pelvis.
"whoa, what's with the hurry?" you laughed, almost flattered at his animalistic desire. kuroo met your eyes and grinned, something feverish and proud. "i did research."
you tilted your head to a side, "on... what?"
"on cunnilingus."
you winced at his words. "jeez, don't call it by its official name."
"is it... not cunnilingus?"
"it is. just—" you sighed, "nevermind, kuroo."
"okay!" kuroo tugged at your panties to pull them down your smooth legs. it was pocketed into his sweats. he looked at your glistening core and licked his lips in anticipation. "i read about what makes a woman feel good, and how to engage the g-spot. oh, and how to find the clitoris!" he nodded, proud. "i even watched a few videos."
"you did research...?" you blinked at him, mouth agape at the sheer smugness in his face. then, a loud laugh broke out of you, "wow, you're such a nerd."
kuroo blinked, "i am?"
"okay, then." you smiled, laying yourself down on his bed comfortably. you closed your eyes, bringing your breath to a steady crawl. "how about you show me whatcha learnt, ye—AHH?" you yelped as he wrapped his arms around your plush thighs and pulled you towards himself. the lower half of your body dangled off of his tiny bed, resting on his (suprisingly sturdy) shoulders.
"okay..." his warm breath fanned over your cunt. "i read that i- i gotta star slow..." your felt his breath hitch as he brought his lips closer to your apex. he exhaled, fanning the hot breath over your trembling nub. "tell me if i hurt you or-or if i do something that—"
"oh my god," you wove your manicured fingers into his hair and pushed his face into your cunt. he groaned against you, the sound reverberating through your pliant cunt and into the column of your spine. "mmmph—!"
you hissed, "get on with it now."
kuroo tetsurou didn't need to be told twice. his arms (surprisingly beefy) tightened against your thighs, pulling your body against his face tighter and tighter. he started with a kitten lick, starting from your fluttering hole as his nose nudged on the throbbing nub and then to your clit. he repeated the action for a little bit, until he felt your grasp on his hair tighten in desperation. then, he latched his lips around your clit and sucked. hollowing out his cheeks, his eyes tried to look for your reaction. your back arched off, eyes clenching shut as your thighs tightened impossibly around his face. suctioning your clit, he used the tip of his tongue to swirl about patterns on the hood of your clit.
"s-shit, kuroo!" you moaned, so sweet and achy as he repeated the action to it's nth degree. your body keened into his warm mouth as he stroked you with his tongue, playing with your body with such skill that it trembled you to your core. his fingernails dug into your thighs, his mouth drinking your nectar as if he was ravished. you felt your stomach tighter, felt an abyss grow within your humanly body. your muscles tightened, "shitshitshit- okay."
biting down on your lips, you all but drew blood in an effort to not let him know that he was undoing you, that he was about to make you cum.
the abyss grew deeper and deeper, the hallowing feeling traversed through your body and lodged itself somewhere deep in your belly. your entire pussy was hot — molten lava. a jerk ran from your tailbone to your nape as you felt your thighs tremble in surrender and wrap around kuroo's face. your jaw hung open, eyes clenching shut in ecstasy, "shit—hnghhh! ku-kuroo!"
you came, sinking your teeth into your lips to conceal your lewd noises. your body shook, each muscle trembling with the overflow of your orgasm. kuroo tetsurou drank down your nectar like it was all there was to life. slowly, you removed your phantom-like grip off of his face. kuroo parted from your cunt with a deep exhale.
he was a mess of spit and your essence. his lips were swollen and painted red. when he looked at you, a nauseating pool of shame swiveled about in your chest. you couldn't believe that that virgin made you cum! god, this was embarassing!
you wondered what he's say next. would he be smug? would he walk about uni campus telling everyone that he had made you cum? nauseating.
but instead of any of the aforementioned options, kuroo tilted his head to the side and stuttered, "d-did you cum?"
wait. he didn't even know you came?!
you furrowed your brows, "do... do you think i came?"
kuroo licked his lips, standing taller on his knees as he regarded you, "i- i didn't exactly read about... female orgasms... so..." his voice fainted, eyes flickering downwards to his own clothed cock. "did you?"
gah! there was your opportunity to deny!
"sorry, no." you sat up, pursing your lips together in a queasy smile, "good job, though. i was almost there. almost."
kuroo looked heartbroken yet again. your cum pooled at the edge of his sharp jaw and fell down in obscene strings, and yet, he didn't even know that was his cum on his skin. he wiped it off with the back of his hand, mumbling to the floor, "i really thought i got you this time." he lifted his gaze up to yours, "it looked intense."
"yeah..." you chewed on your cheek, coming up with yet another lie. "female orgasms are a lot different, y'know? takes years to- um... master. yes, master."
"but you... you moaned out my name." he said it so innocently that you felt a bitter twang waving him off, "i just didn't wanna make you feel bad."
"so, you were faking your moans...?"
that was probably the least fake you had been with a guy, but you nodded nonetheless. you couldn't have his ego climbing high up. you couldn't have him discover the truth.
he sighed, defeated, "i'd read up more next time around. maybe i fucked up."
"uh-huh. don't think too much about it." you nodded solemnly, "see ya later."
and as you stood up, you felt it harder to put forward one step in front of the other. your legs were numb, shaky and utterly useless. you made it out of his dorm without shaking and collapsed as soon as you boarded the lift. god. that stupid fucking nerd! what was he doing to you?
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☆ assignment 03.
you had foolishly believed that you could ignore kuroo tetsurou for atleast two weeks now. the next assignment was due towards the end of the month, so, you probably didn't need to see him any time soon. avoiding him on campus was easy enough. your circle didn't mesh with his. you never really went to any classes. yes, kuroo tetsurou could be avoided. easily.
"hey!" kuroo waved to you as you sat with your friends in the cafeteria three days later. you looked at him, blinked and decided it was best to ignore him. however, blissfully ignorant to your ignorance, he kept waving and waving and waving!
"girl." one of your friends spoke up, throwing kuroo a nasty side-eye. "maybe go talk to him. he's icking me out with this constant waving."
you scratched the back of your neck, sheepish, "yeah, maybe he wants to talk about uh... an assignment. be right back."
pulling him out of the cafeteria and in a secluded corner of a hallway, you stood in front of him with your arms crossed, "what. can you stop pestering me?"
he pressed his lips together, tightening his grip on the strap of his bag. "i finished your assignment."
"kuroo." you sighed, rubbing your temple. "i get that you wanna fuck me but the next assignment is due at the end of the fucking month. you can't keep pulling this shit every other day."
"i know." he nodded, pushing his metal-rimmed glasses up his nose, "i actually thought maybe i should do your statistic assignment too."
"stat? the one that is due this friday?" you mumbled and he nodded in agreement. you were back to crossing your arms against your chest, looking up at him with confusion etched into your features. "i thought you were only gonna do inorganic chem for me."
"i was, but then..." he trailed off, "i can do as many assignments as you want. as many subjects. jus'... just keep the deal up."
your first instinct was to fucking life. seriously? was he that desperate to see you? you huffed, "you know i have other people to do other subjects."
"you do?" and for the first time, you felt kuroo tetsurou to be 6'2. he towered over you, his narrow eyes piercing your skin with the way he was looking at you. he took a step forward, then another, till you felt like you were drowning under his shadow. your breath faltered, eyes darting about in the abandoned hallway. "k-kuroo?"
his words were sharp. "am i not good enough?"
"w-what?"
he licked his lips, bending down slightly to meet your eyes, "is it cause i can't get you to cum?"
"no." your breath trembled as you exhaled, "nothing like that—"
he stepped forward again, "i'll do it properly this time 'round. i won't stop till I have you cumming." swallowing, there was this haste in his voice, this sense of urgency that clawed at your chest. his voice dropped down to a whisper, "please. please?"
your mouth felt awfully dry, as if each taste bud had been exchanged for a morsel of sand. you tightened your grip against your own body, holding yourself lest you unraveled. "you don't need to worry so much about that—"
he was so close to you already, and yet he was stepping closer. you swallowed, taking a step back. his lips dropped into a frown, "i can do it. really. i won't disappoint you. please."
with no way out, you exhaled shakily. your eyes met his, "f-fine. i'll come over tonight."
"really?" he smiled, his full lips stretching into a grin. "i promise it'll be good—"
"but if you can't get me to cum today, we aren't doing this again." you snapped, "i have a lot more guys who actually know what they're doing."
that was a lie. there was no one who could compete with kuroo, who could make you feel even half the things he could. but you weren't gonna confess that to the nerd! what if he went out and told others that?! he could potentially tank your entire reputation.
"o-okay." his smile faltered, broad fingers coming to paw at the rim of his glasses again. he fidgeted on his spot, "but if I do... make you cum?"
"then—" you inhaled sharply, "then the deal can continue. but you gotta do all my subjects."
"okay." he nodded, "I'll see you tonight?"
"y-yeah." you chased your gaze away from his face and to your nails, "see ya later, nerd."
later, that night.
you were teetering on the edge of your third orgasm, already teary-eyed and whiney. your cunt was so sensitive, your bottom lip was red and raw from the way you kept biting it, your muscles shook of exhaustion. you hadn't let your mask slip yet, you hadn't moaned out his name and confessed that you were cumming.
you assumed kuroo would give up somewhere along the line. you assumed a man — no matter if a persistent man like him — would eventually give up. rejection wasn't easy, after all. but you were wrong. boyyy, you were wrong.
kuroo pushed the dildo inside slowly, testing your gummy walls with his slow, burning pace. his lips latched onto your sticky, dripping clit and as he pushed the toy into your hole.
your back arched, eyes screwing shut and brain turning into mush as the tip of the silicone wand grazed your g-spot. kuroo's eyes tested you as if you were his personal lab experiment, waiting for your demeanor to reveal to him what your mouth couldn't.
"w-why the fuck... fuck— did you get this— hah, this toy?!" your words shook, half of them cracked and the others high-pitched. kuroo licked the hood of your swollen clit, making out with it so slow and sloppy. he mumbled against you, "i heard some girls need— mmph—! 're so sweet—! to cum."
"y-you fucking idiot!" your chest rose and fell rapidly, the entire upper half of your body blossoming red. "i- it doesn't— hah... ohmygod! do anything for me!"
he stilled against your clit even though his wrist didnt, "you still didn't cum?"
"nuh-uh!" you grimaced as he fastened the toy in and out of you, you bit down your lip again. your hands grasped his sheets, tugging at them with such sheer force that they were to rip. kuroo groaned against your quivering sex, "then, i just gotta keep goin', yeah?"
and that's what he did. kuroo kept going, waiting for you to confess that you were breaking. you didn't.
even as tears leaked down the planes of your cheek, taking down your mascara with it or even as your bottom lip swole as an aftermath of your shame, you didn't say the words, "im cumming."
it was at the 45 mins mark that kuroo finally parted from your lips. three orgasms later. you were far too dazed to even realize when he had parted from your pretty pussy, when his lips had removed themselves from your sensitive, overused cunt. he pulled the toy out of your heat, mesmerized at the your cunt had painted white, creamy rings around the hot pink dildo. you breathed hard, chest rising and falling in sick desperation as you tried to retain your sanity.
though your eyes were clenched shut, you felt kuroo's hollow words hang in the air. "i couldn't get you cum today either."
slowly, you pried your eyes open. the fluorescent white of his room stung your eyes, your bottom lip felt numb and bleeding, and your thighs shook even after he had long departed from your cunt. you blinked up at him, trying to play the part of an unbreakable vixen. "y-yeah, it's okay."
his looked undone as well, mouth red and swollen and wrecked. your slick dripped down the toy and onto his wrist. his hair was a mess, as always, but there was this appeal to it. he bit down his bottom lips, his eyes trained directly against yours. "i don't know what I'm doing wrong..."
you all but clenched your thighs shut at the sight of him. you still felt the phantom feeling of the toy stretching you open, still felt kuroo's breath against your overused pussy. you stole your gaze away from him and flopped onto the bed. looking at the ceiling was easier than looking at him. "n-nothing's wrong with ya. it's just hard making me hic—! cum."
kuroo scratched the back of his neck, dejected. "i guess today's the last day then."
you raised your upper body to look at him, "uh... i guess, yeah."
there hung a beat of silence between you two. kuroo tilted his head to the side, scrutinizing your current state, "you sure you didn't cum?"
"uh, yeah?" you tried not to sound as exhausted as you felt, "i'd know if i came or not, idiot."
"r-right." his sheepish, narrow gaze dropped to his own lap. his cock strained in his sweats with a dark patch of cum right where his tip was. he felt you rustle on his bed and lifted your head up to see you attempting to sit. "are you leaving already?"
you nodded, "uh, yeah. i'll go. thanks for doing my assignments."
kuroo leaned forward, pressing his warm palms to your thighs and pinning you to the bed. you blinked at him, "wh-what the fuck, nerd?"
"if... if today's the last day... then, can i—" he swallowed, sheepish and hesitant. "can I fuck you...? please?"
your eyes blew wide open at his words. you couldn't let him. you were so sensitive, you couldn't possibly take his dick right now. though kuroo had never undressed in front of you (not even take off his shirt), you didn't need an x-ray machine to see how big he was. his cock strained against his pants even on a normal day. that was part of the reason why you struck the deal anyways. you wanted to see the nerd's sexual prowess up close. but now? after eating you out for forty five minutes? you were sure he was gonna fuck you dumb, and you weren't sure how long you could conceal the truth and keep your little act up.
you tried to lighten the situation, laughing, "why? did you do research on how to fuck a girl right?"
"no." kuroo admitted, still staring at your face. "but I wanna try it. i mean..." he mumbled, "i mean if you want me to."
you were quick to shake your head, even quicker to attempt to flee his unyielding grasp on your thighs and attempt to stand up. in retaliation, kuroo just pressed his palms to your feverish skin even tighter. the fat of your thighs squeezed under his grip. he looked up at you, utterly ruined, "j-just once?"
and you should have said no, you should have shaken your head and told him that if he didn't get off of you, you'd tell everyone that he was a creep. instead... you felt yourself nod — slowly but surely. your voice came as a whisper, foreign even to your own self, "just once."
kuroo was quick to move to action. the broad palms on your thighs scaled up your clothed torso. he pressed your skin through the flimsy material of your crop top. squeezing your tits, he leaned in for a searing kiss. his lips against yours were awkward, inexperienced. he just mushed his pout against yours. you laughed against his lips, rolling your eyes to oblivion, "that is not how you kiss."
kuroo looked at you half-lidded, with his glistening lips parted open, "t-teach me."
you grabbed his jaw by your manicured hands, pulling him close to settle his body over yours. your lips slotted against his, and he opened them up in compliance. your tongue licked along the seam of his lips before diving in, rolling your tongue against his. he moaned into your mouth, eyes rolling back and heavy body pressing against yours.
"take- fuck. take off your pants." you panted in his mouth.
"oh-okay." kuroo fumbled over you, barely able to find his footing on the small bed, which already cried creaks of protest with each one of your lewd actions. his shirt came off first and your eyes widened as big as saucers to see the rippling muscles on his tanned skin. his nimble fingers work quick, pulling his sweats by the waistband to reveal his lengthy cock.
any semblance of sanity abandoned you at the sight of kuroo tetsurou. he was toned, everywhere from his sturdy, bulging biceps to the tantalizing v-line. his thighs were defined, with muscles rippling beneath the skin. a gasp of disbelief left you as you scanned him up and down, "you look... good?" you shook your head, "for a nerd, i mean."
"thanks." he smiled, surprisingly smug, "i play volleyball, so um, maybe it's that."
you licked your glossy lips, "maybe."
your eyes traveled from his hazel eyes to his weeping cock. god, it was pretty. all lengthy and girthy, with veins lining it like lightning. his tip was flushed, red and embarrassed as it weeped out wisps of clear pre. your trembling thighs parted, eyes regarding his with suffocating lust, "c'mere."
his body circled over yours, his palm grabbing his heavy cock to line your entrance. his chest stuttered, thighs flexing as the crown of his tip kissed your warm entrance. shuddering, he groaned, "i— 's so warm."
his hand shook, his length trembling with it as he attempted to sink inside your velvety warmth. your hand grabbed a hold of his length gingerly, you thumbed his achy mushroom tip. kuroo bit his lip as you slowly guided him in. your snug pussy swallowed him graciously, taking in inch after inch with surprising ease.
"haah— jus' like that." your jaw hung open, his cock penetrating you fuller. by the time he was sheathed inside you, you could feel his bulbous tip kiss your cervix. your arms came to circle his neck, your thighs came to circle his waist. he steadied his beefy arms on either side of your head and moved slowly. you raked your nails through his scalp, "just move slowly now."
kuroo took a steadying breath and reeled his pelvis back. you awaited the gentle thwaps! of his toned lower abs against the back of your thighs. instead, kuroo smacked his body into yours with all his force. your entire body jiggled, eyes blowing wide open as he fucked into you hard.
"k-kuroo—!?" you squealed, feeling him drive his cock into you with such fervor. his tip hit the bullseye with every stroke, his thick cock massaged your sensitive walls and your clit fluttered with each harsh slap of his skin against yours. your eyes rolled backwards, arms tightening against his neck, "k-kuroo... fuck, f-fuck—! slow down, slowdown."
he buried his face in your crook, the cool metal frame of his glass was cold against your overheated skin. you moaned loudly, squeezing your cunt snugly against his length as his canines punctured an indent on top of your pulse. tears welled up in your eyes, the stimulation was too much. way too much. everything was driving you insane. everything! from the fast drivels of his cock inside you, to the way he nibbed on your sensitive skin, to the way the tufts of his pubes tickled against your skin, or the way his hot skin smacked into your sensitive clit. unable to contain yourself, you scratched down his back, "ku-roo! fuck, fuck fuck— ngghh! hah, right there—!"
you were losing your sanity with each powerful pound into your pussy. the abyss in your stomach came back with vengeance — consuming everything from your lower stomach to the top of your spine. your entire skin tingled with the anticipation of an orgasm. you weren't sane anymore. you couldn't censor your thoughts anymore. holding onto him tighter, you screamed, "fu-fuuuck imgonnacum! i—" your chest tightened, eyes rolling to the back of your skull, "cummin', cummin', haaa—!?!"
he lifted his flushed face up from your neck, groaning at the sight of you. hot tears steamed down your face, taking down clumps of mascara with it. your kissbitten lips were swollen and red. blotches of red had broken over your entire face and neck. you looked like he had ruined you. wrecked you. "you're cumming—?!"
you nodded, uncaring for your pride or status. "f-fuck. yes, yes— ngghhh... yes. cumminnn~"
he grunted in disbelief, "y-you're gonna cum on my cock...?"
you nodded again, gaze bleary with a tear-stained face, "y-yes, on your cock—!" you couldn't even manage another word before a violent orgasm crashed into you. your entire body shook, vision going white and body going slack. a stream of squirt poured out of your trembling pussy, soaking kuroo's thighs and abs. he kept fucking into you, even as you clawed and cried for him to stop.
"f-fuck, fuck, fuck." each word sounded more desperate than the last, his thrusts grew more erratic as he snapped his pelvis up to yours. "shit— im gonna cum?!"
he barely pulled out in time, with his cock spurting out a thick load of cum on your soaked thigh. his fluids mixed with your own, tainting your skin with him. he looked at you sprawled on his bed. your eyes were clenched shut, face red and chest heaving. your body seemed to still be weathering the aftershocks of your orgasm. the juncture of your thighs was a mess — creamy rings of sex, with your squirt and his cum swirling into one huge mess that dripped down to his bedsheet.
kuroo sat on his knees, panting. you cracked open your eyes, opening your arms to beckon him to lie atop you. he followed, gingerly resting his big, broad body on top of yours. you felt his muscles press against your syrupy, soft skin.
kuroo buried his head into your neck again and closed his eyes, his tongue came out to lick a stripe of your perspiration. he groaned, "y-you're so sweet."
a hollow laugh left you by, "thanks."
his bed was too small for you to lie comfortably next to each other. so, kuroo manhandled you, slipping on his back so you could rest on top of him. his chest rose and fell with yours, and you felt your eyes droop down with exhaustion.
kuroo pushed your sweaty locks out of your face and smiled, "uh... you came right?"
you inhaled, shakily, readying yourself for the humiliation that was to come next. you couldn't deny it now, not after how you had screamed his name and marked his back. "yeah, i did."
kuroo smiled wider, "w-was it good?"
"yeah." you met his eyes, hardening your gaze, "but if you tell anyone about this, I'll fucking kill you."
"that... that i made you cum?" his brows furrowed. you nodded, "yeah. that. i have a reputation to maintain. can't be associated with..." you stalled your words and he chimed in. "a nerd?"
you rested your cheek against his chest, curling into his warmth. under you, he rose and fell softly. you mumbled into his skin, "something like that."
"i get it." kuroo played with your strands and you find yourself keening into his soft actions. "i won't say a word. i won't tell anyone that i probably made you cum like four times today."
your head shot up, lips parting and eyes widening. a nervous laughter shot out of you. "w-what?"
kuroo gave you a lazy smile, still playing with your loose hair, "did you think I'd do my research and leave out female orgasms? i knew you came. i mean it was obvious from the second time onwards."
he knew you were lying all this time?!
you blinked and he admitted, "i just wanted to hear you admit it." you blinked at him again and he grinned, "don't worry, i won't tell anyone. it's a secret between us."
"r-right...?"
"but this means that we can keep doing this, right?"
kuroo's broad palm rubbed up and down your back, trailing to your ass where he cupped and massaged it. you bit down your smudged lip, "i guess so."
"so, another round?"
a.n: NOT PROOFREAD. BACK INTO WRITING WITH MY BABY KUROO! this is my first time writing him and this may or may not have been influenced by that one post that said that "kuroo is not a playboy. he's the sweetest boy." sooo yeah. hope you enjoy the nasties mwuah mwuah.
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part 2!!
warnings : smut , threesome, twincest (they never touch eachother, but they’re both inside you at different points), fratboy dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, unprotected sex, oral (f! receiving x2), overstimulation, creampie, spitting, light choking, both gojo’s absolute obsessed with reader, reader is a stem major and stressed
summary: you’ve been crushing on the campus nerd satoru gojo for months. he’s quiet, wears glasses, always reading books. but at the biggest frat party of the semester, you stumble into the wrong gojo… or maybe the right one? turns out there’s two of them, identical in every way except ones a cocky fratboy and the other one is a shy genius. and tonight they both want you.
art creds and inspiration from toriiartz_ on tiktok
you were gonna lose your mind.
finals week was a nightmare. it had you downing five energy drinks a week and you had a lot of sleepless nights. your desk was buried under textbooks on quantum mechanics, organic chemistry notes scribbled in frantic handwriting, and a laptop screen glowing with unsolved problem sets. as a second year STEM major, you’d signed up for this hell, but that didn’t make it any easier. your roommate dragged you out tonight, insisted you needed a break. “two hours maximum!” she said. “just to blow off steam.”
the frat house was sigma chi or whatever generic greek letters were plastered on the banner outside. as you entered all you heard was pulsing bass heavy music that rattled your bones. bodies pressed together in the dim lights, red solo cups everywhere, the air thick with sweat, cheap cologne, and spilled beer. you weren’t a party person. you were the girl who aced exams and tutored freshman for extra cash, not the one who grinded on strangers in basements.
but here you were, nursing a drink in the corner of the living room, trying to ignore the pounding headache from lack of sleep. your roommate hate vanished into the crowd twenty minutes ago, leaving you alone with your thoughts. you scanned the room, debating whether to just uber home and pull another all nighter.
that’s when you saw him.
leaning against the wall near the staircase looking completely out of place. tall—god, ridiculously tall. he had snow white white hair that fell messily over his forehead, and striking blue eyes hidden behind a pair of round glasses that screamed “geek”. he wore a simple black hoodie and jeans, no flashy jewelry or frat gear, just fiddling with his phone like he was checking emails or something academic. he was gorgeous in that effortless way, sharp jawless, pale skin, broad shoulders that his hoodie couldn’t quite hide.
you needed a drink. or human interaction that wasn’t about professor grilling you on thermodynamics. screwing up your courage, you weaved through the crowd and approached him. “hey.” you said, raising your voice over the obnoxious loud music. “you looked as thrilled to be here as i am.”
he glanced up, those bright blue eyes widening slightly behind his glasses. a faint blush crept up his cheeks, which you thought was cute. “oh, uh, yeah. parties aren’t really my thing. my… brother dragged me here. said i needed to ‘socialize’ or whatever.” he scratched the back of his neck, smiling shyly. “i’m satoru.”
“y/n.” you replied, smiling back. you never thought you would meet someone normal here. “i’m a stem major. this is my idea of hell, but my roommate abandoned me.” his eyes lit up. “stem? what field? i’m in physics—astrophysics focus. black holes, quantum entanglement, that kind of stuff. it’s fascinating how—sorry, i ramble when i’m nervous.”
you laughed, genuinely for the first time in days. “no, keep going, i’m in bioengineering. entanglement sounds way cooler than protein folding right now. i have three finals next week and i haven’t sleep in days.”
satoru pushed off the wall, stepping closer so you could hear him better. he smelled clean, like fresh laundry and a hint of mint. “stressed out, huh? i get it. my brothers the opposite, he lives for these kind of parties. i’m pretty sure he’s co-hosting this one. i’d rather be in the library or stargazing.” he adjusted his glasses, peering at you with genuine interest. “you look like you could use a real break. want to talk shop? or.. i don’t know, escape to someplace quieter?”
you bit your lip. he was cute. sweet. the kind of guy who probably aced everything without trying and still blushed when talking to girls. “quieter sounds amazing. but first, i need a refill.” you held up your empty cup.
he nodded “kitchen’s that way. i’ll come with, i don’t want you getting lost in this mess.”
you chatted as you walked, him explaining some wild theory about parallel universes that actually made some sense and distracted you from your impending doom. the kitchen was crowded, people shouting over the counter for drinks. you poured yourself something strong, turning to hand satoru a cup—
and froze.
there he was. leaning against the fridge. smirking like he owned the place. same hair, but styled messily upwards, no glasses, obscuring those piercing blue eyes that locked on you instantly. same tall, built frame, but this one screamed confident. black button up shirt that opened at the collar, sleeves rolled up to show toned forearms, jeans hugging the hip. a chain necklace glinted under the lights. he was surrounded by a group of giggling girls and frat bros, but his gaze cut straight through the crowd to you.
“hey, pretty girl,” he drawled, voice smooth and teasing. “lost? or just looking for some fun.”
you mouth went dry. he looked exactly like satoru, but not…? this version radiated cocky energy, the kind that made your stomach flip. “i…what?” you stammered, glancing between the cup in your hand and to him. hallucinating from stress? too much vodka?
he pushed off the fridge, sauntering over with a grin that was all teeth and mischief. “satoru, but you can call me toru if you’re feeling friendly.” he winked, leaning in close enough that you caught his scent—expensive cologne, something spicy and intoxicating. “what’s a pretty thing like you doing all alone?”
before you could respond, a hand gently touched your elbow. the nerdy satoru, the one you’d just been talking to appeared at your side, looking bewildered. “hey, what the—toru? i thought you left.”
the cocky one, toru? laughed, loud and unbothered. “nah, i’ve been here all night. hosting this shitshow, remember? who’s your friend?” his eyes went towards you appreciatively, lingering on your legs, your chest. “damn, she’s gorgeous. you finally talk to a girl without stuttering.”
satoru blush deepened. “shut up. we were just talking. she’s a stem major. smart, unlike you.”
toru’s grin widened. “oh? beauty and brains? my favorite combo.” he stepped closer, crowding your space without touching you. “are you confused, sweetheart? yeah we’re twins, except he’s the boring one who hides behind books and glasses.”
“twins?” you echoed. brain short circuiting. two of them? both gorgeous, both named satoru gojo? their mother was definitely out of name ideas. the universe was mocking you.
satoru sighed, adjusting his glasses. “yeah, fraternal. he’s the older one by like three minutes. thinks that makes him the boss.”
toru slung an arm around his twins shoulders ignoring the way satoru shrugged it off. “come on toru junior. don’t hog her. she’s stressed, look at those pretty eyes, all tired from studying. we could help with that.”
you swallowed hard. the banter between them was electric, teasing but familiar. toru was all bold flirtation, dirty promises in his smirk. satoru, quiet, sweet, but with a spark in his eyes now that his brother was here.
“help… how?” you asked, voice smaller than intended. toru leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “upstairs. private party. just you, me, and my nerdy counterpart. bet we can make you forget about all those finals.”
satoru met your eyes, hesitant but intrigued. “if… if you want. no pressure. but yeah. we could… have fun.”
your heart raced. this is insane. reckless. but you were so tired, so wound up, and they were both looking at you like you were the only person in the room. two identical faces, two version of the same devastating man.
“… okay,” you whispered.
toru’s grin turned predatory. “atta girl.” they led you upstairs. toru in front. hand on your lower back, possessive and guiding. satoru behind, his fingers brushing yours reassuringly. the bedroom door clicked shut behind you, muffling the party noise.
it was a typical frat room. messy, posters on the wall, king bed that looked suspiciously high quality. toru locked the door, turning to you with that smirk. “so, pretty girl. what’s your name?”
“y/n,” you said, breath hitching as he stepped close. “y/n..” he repeated, tilting your chin up. “stressed little stem nerd, huh?” bet you’ve been working so hard. good girl like you deserves a reward.”
behind you satoru pressed against your back hands tentative on your hips. “we’ll take care of you,” he murmured, voice softer but no less intense.
toru chuckled. “listen to him, getting bold. strip her, let’s see what we’re working with.” satori’s hand slid under your shirt, slow and reverent, pulling it over your head. toru watched, eyes dark. “fuck, look at you. perfect tits.” he cupped them through your bra, thumbs teasing your nipples until you gasped.
you were sandwiched between them now, toru’s touch was confident, satoru’s was gemlte. it was overwhelming, the contrast was driving you crazy. toru kissed you first, rough and demanding. his tongue entered your mouth like he owned it. satoru kissed your neck, soft and exploratory. glasses fogging slightly against your skin.
“bed,” toru commanded, breaking the kiss. he pushed you gently onto the mattress, both of them crawling all over you. they worked in tandem, stripping you bare. toru yanked off your jeans, smirking at your underwear. “soaked already? you’re so needy.”
satoru blushed but didn’t disagree, eyes wide behind his glasses as he took in your body. “you’re beautiful,” he whispered, almost awed.
toru spread your legs, settling between them. “gonna eat your pretty pussy first. make sure you scream for us.”
he dove in without warning, tongue flat and licking up a stripe with your folds, groaning at your taste. “fuck, so sweet.”
you arched, moaning loudly. satoru watched for a moment, then leaned down to kiss you deeply, swallowing your sounds. his hand cupped your breast, pinching gently.
toru was relentless—sucking your clit, two fingers sliding inside you easily. “so tight. can’t wait to stretch you out.”
satoru pulled back, eyes dark. “my turn,” he said softly, surprising you both. toru lifted his head, chin glistening. “oh? geek wants a taste?” he moved aside, letting his twin take his place.
satoru’s approach was different—slow, methodical, like he was studying you. he licked tentatively at first, then with growing confidence, tongue circling your clit perfectly. “like that?” he asked, voice muffled.
“yes—oh god, yes.”
toru knelt beside you, stroking his cock through his jeans. “look at you, taking his mouth so well. good girl.” they switched again, toru making you come hard on his tongue, fingers curling just right. satoru praised you through it: “so good. come for us, y/n. you’re doing amazing.”
overstimulated already, tears pricked your eyes. “too much—”
toru laughed. “too much? baby, we’re just starting.”
he flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up. satoru removed his glasses, setting them aside, hair falling into his eyes as he watched.
toru spat on your pussy, rubbing it in. “gonna fuck you now. you want my big cock, huh? say it.”
“please…i need you.” you whimpered.
he thrust in—huge, stretching you deliciously. “fuck, so tight. taking me so well. Look at you, little stem slut, creaming on frat boy cock.”
satoru stroked your hair. “you’re perfect. so pretty when vocal like this.”
toru pounded into you, seemingly more turned on from your moans. hand light around your throat from behind. “choke on it a little—yeah, good girl.”
he pulled out suddenly, flipping you over. “your turn, bro. fill her up. satoru hesitated, then positioned himself. he was just as big—maybe bigger—sliding in slowly. “oh… fuck. you feel incredible.”
he was gentler at first, but built up, eyes locked on yours. “so good… y/n..” toru watched, stroking himself. “pound her harder. she can take it.” satoru did, losing control, hips snapping. “gonna come inside you..”
“do it,” toru growled.
satoru came with a groan, filing you deep. leaking as he pulled out. toru immediately took his place, thrusting back in. “mixing our cum in you, filthy.”
he fucked you through another orgasm, overstimulating you until you sobbed. “too sensitive—”
“one more,” he demanded, thumb on your clit. satoru kissed you, murmuring praise. “you’re so strong. so beautiful. come again for us.”
toru grabbed your soaked panties from the floor, using them to lightly bind your wrists above your head. “keep those there. don’t move.” he choked you lightly again, spitting into your open mouth. “swallow.”
you did, coming hard around him. he followed, creampie number two, groaning your name.
they untied you gently, cleaning you up with surprising care. toru pulled you against his chest, Satoru spooning from behind.
“finals?” toru teased. “what finals?”
satoru chuckled softly. “we could… tutor you. if you want.” you laughed weakly, exhausted and sated. “deal.”
end notes : came out of retirement to post this one shot , hope u enjoyed!!! happy new year <3
hi hi hi, LOVED YOUR HCS N FLUFFS, can we get a haikyuu hc (any characters !! hehe wouldn't mind anyone) where the reader hugs their plushies instead of like cuddling w them, and n they suddenly got jealous n pouty 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 thank you so so so much, happy writing 🫶🏻🎀
" HUG ME! "
summary. you hug your plushie instead of them
characters. kenma, bokuto, kuroo, akaashi
warnings. gn!reader, none!
a/n. hi, tysm!!! hope these characters are fine! (unintentionally did the duos on nekoma and fukurodani oops)
KENMA
☆ he got you the stuffed animal, so it’s partly his fault. however, that doesn’t stop him from glaring daggers at it whenever you weren’t looking. it’s a cat plushie, one that you’d been wanting for a while, so of course he ordered it for you. he surprised you with it this morning, and you haven’t let go of the damn thing.
kenma is currently sat on your bed playing his switch, and usually you’d be cuddling up to him… but no. you have that stupid cat tucked under your chin and pressed to your chest as you lay facing away from him, scrolling on your phone.
you've been practically ignoring your boyfriend all day! too focused on that plushie that he so kindly bought you. he thought you’d give him lots of thanks and praise, but no. ignored.
he knows he’s being pouty, and that you’re just excited to finally have it, but cmon! your arms should be wrapped around him, not a cheap stuffed animal.
he finally cracks and nudges you, which he’s been contemplating doing for a while.
"hm?" you hum, not even turning to face him, too occupied with the video you’re watching on your phone.
he grumbles something under his breath before he’s pulling on your arm, forcing you to turn over and face him.
"cuddle with me," he murmurs, pulling you close and wrapping his arms around your waist. it’s not often he initiates cuddling or hugs, so you’re immediately focused on him, a big smile on your face. your attention shift causes you to forget your plushie, leaving it laying on the bed behind you. without a second thought, he sneakily snatches it up and tosses it to the floor without you noticing.
"finally…"
BOKUTO
☆ you two went on a little arcade date, and he’d won you a cute stuffie. it was a small teddy bear, and you fell in love with it when you saw it. bokuto, of course, spent at least $30 trying to get it for you. he’s not the best at claw machines, but he eventually was able to grab it for you.
you practically jumped up and down, snatching up the toy from his hands when he held it out to you. he was rewarded with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and of course a couple words of praise that made his chest swell with pride.
however, as you continued the date, he noticed that instead of holding his arm, you were holding the plushie. you like to be wrapped around his bicep, which he loves, so when he saw the bear clutched to your chest like his arm should be, he started pouting.
"what’s wrong?" you ask, noticing his frown and the way he keeps glancing between you and the teddy. his brows are furrowed, like he’s upset.
"i’ll hold it for you," he suddenly offers, extending a hand and waiting for you to hand it to him. he wasn’t being nice, not really, he just wanted your attention on him.
he watches as you shake your head and protectively hug the bear even tighter, which makes him even more moody.
"you're depriving me! fuck that bear," he practically whines, glaring at it dramatically. you knew he was going to make a scene and be moody for the rest of the date if you didn’t switch your attention.
with a sigh, you hand him the plushie, and he snatches it instantly. he half hazardously dangles it by his side, putting his free arm out to you to hold, which you do.
"you’re so dramatic," you tease, though he doesn’t mind. his mood was instantly lifted when he felt your hands on his bicep.
"i don’t care, this is where you should be."
KUROO
☆ similar to bokuto, you two went to a fair, and he won it for you. it was a huge husky puppy, as big as half your body. you were beyond excited, usually those games are rigged and super hard to win, especially the bigger prizes, but kuroo was determined. he was super proud of himself for making you smile so big, and you praised him while hugging the huge stuffed animal, which made his chest puff out a bit.
as you two continued to walk around the fair, you kept the stuffed animal hugged to your chest, both arms around it. you honestly couldn’t hold it any other way, so he wasn’t really upset about that. he was upset that you kept nuzzling your face into its fuzzy neck. you usually do that when you hug or cuddle with kuroo, so he got a bit pouty about it.
"you like it?" he asks, though he already knew you did. his tone was a bit salty, but you didn’t really catch it, too engrossed with the husky.
"i do! he's really soft," you smile widely, turning to lock eyes with him. he’s happy you’re happy, but he sort of wishes he waited till the end of your date to win you the prize.
"i can tell…" he murmurs, resisting the urge to glare at the poor puppy. he knows it’s not your fault, he's just feeling jealous, which is stupid.
he finally just wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side as you walk. this is the best he can get for now, he’d hate to spoil your fun. he can have you all to himself when you get to his house.
"you ready to go?" he asks, secretly trying to leave quicker so he can have you in his arms, like you should be. once you’re cuddled up with him, you’ll forget all about the stuffed husky, which is exactly what he wants.
"i think it’s about time you showed me the same attention you’ve been showing that plushie."
AKAASHI
☆ he isn’t usually a very jealous person, but cmon. how can he not get a little petty when you’ve been cuddled up with that stupid squishmellow all day? he got it for you the other day when he was out, knowing you like those things. it was a medium sized one, and it was supposed to be a turtle. he thinks they look kind of funny, but he will admit they’re soft and squishy. but even so, you should be cuddling with him, not a stuffed animal. he’s here for a reason!
you're on the couch watching a movie, that fucking squishmellow sitting in your lap, with akaashi next to you. he usually isn’t one to get angry, especially over trivial things like this, but when it comes to you, he feels all sorts of things he usually wouldn’t.
he knows you like it, which is why you’ve been carrying it around, and he can’t blame you for that. he really has no reason to be upset, which is why he doesn’t necessarily voice it, just waiting patiently for the moment you come crawling back into his arms.
he does give you a little motivation though, which isn’t technically cheating! but how can anyone resist when the akaashi keji drapes his arm over their shoulder and kisses their temple?!
it worked like a charm, and you're immediately turning your head to claim a kiss on the lips, which he gives to you. it’s not a normal peck though, it’s long and deep, and it leaves you a bit dazed when he pulls away. this is all part of his plan, get you so distracted that you don’t notice when the plushie falls to the ground, out of sight and out of mind.
he brings his other hand up to your jaw, keeping your eyes on his. he never fails to make you blush, even after being together for quite some time.
"i'm feeling tired, do you want to cuddle?" he smiles, putting on an innocent façade. just as expected, you eagerly nod and follow his lead when he lays down on the couch. the turtle falls to the floor, and you don’t even bat an eye. he wins.
neighbour!kuroo who leaves his house running a little bit late; his tie still unbound, suit jacket hectically tugged on, and yuck, the shoe horn digging in his ankle, trying to fit into the leather shoes.
cursing under his breath at himself, stomach grumbling because he missed breakfast, only to find you sitting on the ground one door over in front of your boyfriend's home, looking worse for wear. nose running, shut eyes, shallow breaths through your mouth.
"hey, uh, you alright?"
you barely answer him, and he is a little worried, but he's also late, so his hand comes to find your shoulder, hoping the touch is light but present enough to bring you back to the land of the living.
he tries again, "should i call anybody?"
this time, your eyes flutter and your head straightens up from where it threatened to loll over. your voice stuffy and groggy, "huh? i— uh, i texted, uhm, my boyfriend. he'll be there soon."
for the life of his, kuroo tetsurou couldn't even remember how your boyfriend, his neighbour, even looked like but you were convinced that you'll be alright, and the clock's ticking and his boss will have his head if kuroo sauntered into his office again, claiming to having had to help a damsel in distress, so kuroo takes your word for what it was.
only to come home eight hours later and, to his absolute shock and horror, he finds you curled up in front of the door on the cold floor, non-moving.
neighbour!kuroo who is pissed because it was clear as day that you were sick as hell. and there you were: laboured breaths, clutching your phone to your chest like it's supposed to be a lifeline, strands of hair clinging to your skin, damp from the sweat, eyebrows twitching in your unsatisfying slumber. no sign of your boyfriend.
something in kuroo's chest twists deep, aching and painful and he wonders if you had even eaten anything in all those hours.
neighbour!kuroo who struggles opening his door with you in his arms, and he curses at himself again for not having had the bright idea of opening his door before picking you up.
whose heart squeezes when you curled against him in his arms, seeking any comfort and any warmth. whose stomach flips a bit when your face smooths out and the wrinkles of worry and pain lessen.
he makes sure you're comfortable on his couch, bundled up after hurriedly checking where he kept the spare blankets (he hasn't had anyone over for a sleepover in so long), brings you water and props you up to help you drink it, asks you about food and still cooks you the soup his mum made him as a kid when you decline in a delirious state.
the soup's missing a little salt but he keeps it on the lowest heat to keep it as warm as possible, anyway.
neighbour!kuroo who regrets opening his door hours later deep in the very evening when your dipshit of a boyfriend knocks hard (ah, so that's how he looks like), because he's had a long day and seeing the outraged look on his neighbour's face that you are 'allowing' another man to take care of you gets kuroo all pissed.
"listen, man. she's sleeping and you're being way too loud, so keep your voice down. if you want to worry now, you should've done so hours ago."
neighbour!kuroo who doesn't care enough to not close the door in your boyfriend's face.
kuroo's the kind of guy who can sit with silence and wait for it to soften. for weeks, maybe months, he’s been giving you room, letting you speak when you’re ready, stepping back when you seem overwhelmed. he knows your fear of being held too tightly and he never pushes you for more than you can give.
but even the gentlest patience frays when it’s met only with escape.
tonight, you throw up your walls again. it was not loud, not dramatic. just… distant.
a quiet, cold retreat behind familiar lines like:
the self-pitying kind that goes “you should be with someone easier.”
or “I don’t need you to stay.”
or something cold “I don’t care if you go.”
your voice tries to sound bored, but it wobbles with fear.
and kuroo just stands there with his hands in his pockets, shoulders slouched, like someone who’s been running the same emotional marathon again and again. he isn’t angry and that somehow makes it worse.
he just murmurs. “I know what you’re doing.”
you don’t look at him when he finishes his sentence. because you can’t.
the air is thick with everything you can’t say.
"stay, please. I’m scared. I’m sorry." but the words don't come out of your mouth, you just bite your lip to keep it from coming out.
there's a long pause that fills the room. he nods once, slow. not disappointed, just tired.
“I can’t fight you for a place in your life if you keep throwing me out of it.”
it’s the gentlest surrender you’ve ever heard. and it breaks your heart.
he grabs his coat. there were no doors that slammed. no raised voice. no guilt-tripping.
just quiet footsteps and an exhale that sounds like defeat.
when the door closes, the silence is unbearable, empty even.
you slide down to the floor because your chest hurts in that sharp, breaking way.
and you finally realize that pushing him away didn’t protect you from losing him.
it only caused it.
and now kuroo is outside, leaning against your closed door, eyes shut tight, jaw clenched.
not sure if he’s walking away for the night or for good.
he didn’t leave because he stopped loving you. he left because you wouldn’t let him.
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