❥ 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.”
— 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!!
old m.list | new m.list
☆ 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.
━━━☆⭒
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."
━━━☆⭒
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.
━━━☆⭒
☆ 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?
━━━☆⭒
☆ 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!!
rintarō's in the locker room, fresh from the shower, towel wrapped around his neck, when one of his teammates knocks his shoulder as he walks past.
"your girl's cute, man," he says, "lucky guy."
"...i know," rintarō says. he flashes back briefly to atsumu asking, in his friendliest, brotherliest tone if he would be open to a threesome.
the moment is over without further implication, though, so he puts it out of his mind. his girl is cute. why get upset over fact?
on the train home, he holds onto the rail with one hand and tries not to make eye contact with anyone. he's not accosted often enough to avoid public transportation altogether, but he's made a habit of trying to avoid notice.
instead of looking at the people passing in and out through the doors, he zeroes in on his phone. he opens instagram, clicking mindlessly through recently posted stories.
onigiri miya is having an all-you-can-eat raw marinated crab day. rintarō hits like. aran has posted photos of his wife across a dinner table, a rose between the two of them. rintarō hits like. atsumu has posted seven shirtless photos flexing in a row. rintarō does not hit like.
the next photo is on your story. at first, he only thinks, wow, cute. the photo is framed to show your shoulders, a sliver of skin between the band of fabric and the bottom of the screen indicating that you're only wearing a bra, your hair tossed in a careless styled-unstyled kind of way, your face screwed up in a funny little smile. you make that expression when you're laughing at yourself, your eyes still dancing in this still photo.
tucked into your bra is a glossy photo of rintarō, jaw standing out and eyes burning fiercely as he strains midair toward the net, his form perfect as he takes advantage of a rare spiking opportunity.
my only bias is a middle blocker, says the caption. he can't stop himself from grinning, sure that he looks like an idiot as he smiles at his phone.
the crowds of people on the train thin out as he gets closer to the neighborhood where you live together, enabling him to pull out his phone and wallet, hooking a finger into the side of his mask and pulling it under his chin. he flips open his wallet to the polaroid he carries with him always, part of a set you'd gifted him for your second anniversary.
next to his face, you stare out from the laminated pocket, spread out over your bed, reaching out towards the photographer—toward him. you're wearing a black bra, not much more skin showing than the photo you'd posted, but there's a particular shine to the color of your mouth, red marks decorating your throat, your eyes hazy but your mouth caught in a permanent laugh. in the corner of the frame, you can see his hand, so big compared to the delicate wrist it's holding down.
only fan who gets to touch, he types, and hits post.
no one could say your boyfriend — kei tsukishima — was the sweetest person they knew. infact, if you asked anyone, they'd say the exact opposite. arrogant, condescending, and unaffectionate. those were the words usually used to describe him. no way he'd be loving in a relationship.
though, what people didn't know was that he turned into a different person when you two were alone. around others, he often teased you for wanting to cling to his side. pretended he didn't want you near, and that you were supposedly the 'worlds clingiest lover.' that front worked on everyone but you.
whenever he came over, he whined over almost any loss of touch. whether it be something as simple as taking your leg off of his, or your lips leaving his 'too soon'. you'd stop raking your hands through his hair for a nanosecond, and his head was already spun to meet yours. with the biggest pout present ever, he asks, "what are you doing?"
you : “kei, it wasn't even a second.”
kei : “not what i asked, put it back… please”
people were right. kei was still himself, obviously, arrogant. but they were wrong about him being unaffectionate. the snarky remarks were a coverup, and you didn't mind them, because at the end of the day it's the same guy that makes snarky remarks pleading for your touch.
the coverup definitely falters at times. catch him at the right time, and he's speaking so affectionately that you worry your boyfriend was replaced. still, even without the cover up faltering, he'd do anything you ask of him. he'll pretend he won't do it, but he'll do it the next second. he'll do whatever you ask — except leave you alone.
he follows you around like a puppy. going to pee? what a coincidence, he needed to go to the bathroom too. he can't wait either — it has to be right now, when you're already going.
you : “you don't even need to pee!”
kei : “how are you gonna tell me what i need to do?”
tsukishima follows behind you, and after swearing he had to go, he leans on the counter scrolling on his phone. you peeing isn't stopping him from being with you. right once you leave the bathroom, he's out too, but he just swore he needed to go.
he'll never admit what he does, and he doesn't have to, because it's clear as day. no amount of sarcasm or false arrogance will cover up the fact that tsukishima's smitten.
bye i hate this but i wanted it out of my drafts this instant. i've had this in my drafts for like over a month now. kinda funny how i just posted twice about clingy!shinsou and now i'm posting this. maybe it was meant to be idk
in which you decide to see how your pro volleyball player boyfriend reacts to you wearing a jersey. a jersey that so happens to not be his, and not even his team?? c'mon now.
a.n; all my favs go pro this is great
ushijima wakatoshi stares you down as you're cooking in the kitchen. you can feel the intense bore of his curious eyes as you welcome him home from practice. his wandering vision takes in the black jersey with the name "sakusa" in big, bold letters across the back. you look over your shoulder when he doesn't answer, and are met with his bewildered state.
"oh are you interested in my new shirt?" you pull at the hem, examining the MSBY jersey look-alike as you turn to face you boyfriend. he takes three long strides through the kitchen before he's caged you between himself and the counter.
"i don't like it. it's representing another team. though i am acquainted to sakusa..." he grasps his chin between his thumb and forefinger, pondering for a moment. "no, i don't like it."
you let your head fall onto his shoulder, defeated by his straightforwardness. he runs a hand down your spine, "is there a problem?"
you groan, meeting his eyes, "i thought you'd react more to it, like... be jealous or something, gods.." you say, rolling your eyes.
"well, i am jealous, i thought that was obvious?" he tilts his head to the side slightly, like a puppy.
"no, it wasn't!" you drop your forehead onto his chest and groan again. his 'matter-of-fact' attitude is probably going to kill you one day.
bokuto kotaro eyed the green shirt suspiciously, "when did you get that?"
you hum in a fake thought, "i think a while ago?" you turn, revealing the full front of the jersey. a large number 17, followed by the name sendai frogs.
"hey! it's tsukki-bro! hey, wait..." his shoulders fall, along with his smile. you almost gave up the act right then and there, he looks so upset immediately. he drags one foot after another, stopping in front of you. he pinches the mock jersey and rolls it between his fingers.
"it's not as soft as mine is." he mumbles, eyes still trained on the details of the shirt.
you wrap your arms around his neck and attempt to catch his eyes, but you realize they aren't sad. they're crinkled at the edges like he's smiling wide. seems like he's got you figured out.
kotaro figures you've caught onto his fake sadness, and a smile spreads across his lips as he kisses your forehead, "i saw the receipt on my email, you used my card."
"shit."
sakusa kiyoomi grimaces at your package as you hold it up for him to examine. if kiyoomi didn't find the green utterly horrid, it was the fact that you spent money, probably his, on a jersey that didn't even support his team.
"it's like you spun a wheel with teams on it and bought the first one it landed on," he watches as you rip the plastic off and instantly throw the jersey on. "oh my god."
you pull the shirt over your head, fitting into the sleeves, "what?"
"you're not even going to wash it first?" you pause. you hadn't thought about that, nor the fact that your boyfriend was now judging you twice over.
"i, um... no?" kiyoomi rolls his eyes, a telling look clouds his eyes. "wait, are you jealous?!" you practically leap off the couch, the green jersey falls fully into place, the hem grazing your thighs, as your boyfriend avoids your eyes.
"you are, i knew it!"
"i'm not.." he mumbles, cheeks turning just the slightest shade of pink. "why did you pick the sendai frogs anyways? do you even know the player you picked?"
"it was kyotani, and not really, i've only ever seen their team play on tv, like once." you reach around your head and pull the shirt off, throwing it to the side. "but you're jealous!"
"am not."
the jersey was a short lived accessory in your closet, but best believe kiyoomi threw it out later that night. the shirt wasn't even soft enough to turn into a cleaning rag or sleep shirt, in his best opinion.
oikawa tooru, your loving boyfriend, stands in front of you, absolutely fuming as he eyes the white schweiden adler's shirt. what makes it even worse is the name and number you've picked. #20, kageyama tobio.
"get rid of that, like, yesterday."
"um, how about no?"
"what do you mean, 'no'!"
you stand from the couch, "oh tooru, you grew up with iwaizumi as a best friend, you've been told no before." then take off towards your bedroom.
"you-! get back over here!" tooru tails you into the bedroom before you can shut and lock the door, leaving him in the hall. he grabs a handful of jersey pulling you towards the closet as you protest, trying to scratch at his arm like a cat.
"here is a treasure trove of shirts and sweaters at your disposal, why on earth would you need that."
you wiggle free from his, not surprisingly, strong grip and fall back onto the neatly made bed, wrinkling the sheets. "because, i knew you'd freak."
tooru whips around, slack jawed, "oh, and it was iwazumi's idea." if his mouth could fall any further to the ground, you'd have to pick it up for him.
"you're both so horribly mean to me!"
kyotani kentaro, a man of many emotions but little words. for some reason some 15 months ago, you decided that he was a great target for your affection. it took a long time poking and prodding at the volleyball player for his number, and by the grace of the gods, it worked. you broke down his walls and caved yourself a cozy little home in his heart. now, he'd ask for nothing different-
"what the fuck is that."
you look between your drink and your phone, one in each hand, "what do you mean?" you ask with a sweet smile.
he rounds the table, "oh piss off, you know what i mean," and pulls your chair out from the table, while tugging at your oversized argentina jersey t-shirt. the blue shirt ripples under kentaro's hold.
"oh, that! there was a giveaway online on them after the argentina team won their last big game, people online were saying they were soft, so i entered for one to sleep in. i needed a new sleep shirt anyways." you don't miss the disgusted look that your boyfriend sports so well, it deepens as he realizes the name on the back. oikawa.
after a moment, he notices your shoulders shaking lightly in laughter, sensing his displeasure. you rise from the chair, bringing him and his scrunched face into your hold, "i'm just fucking with ya, i specifically picked oikawa, too."
he huffs with a stupid smile, rolling his eyes but reciprocating the hug, "gross, get rid of it."
miya atsumu's jaw drops when he catches a sight of you lounging comfortably on the couch, in a jersey that is most definitely not his. he swiftly makes his way between you and the television, ignoring your protest. his brow furrows when you don't immediately acknowledge him and his pout, (though he will 100% deny he's pouting, miya atsumu does not pout like a child).
you lean back on the couch as he advances, "off, take it off," he says while grasping at the neck, trying to pull the jersey from you.
"atsumu stop, you're gonna stretch it!" you protest, trying to blindly swat his hands away.
he stops, the jersey falls back over your eyes and you're met with the most dramatically hurt expression ever, "you care more about this, than my feelings?!"
"i spent good money on it, besides, you went to school with suna so i thought it would be cute!"
"it is far from cute," he spits, eyes full of envy for what could have been you in his clothes. "if i let you re-steal the grey sweater can i throw that thing out?"
"... possibly."
atsumu crosses his arms, "i'll forfeit my movie choice tonight."
"you've got yourself a deal, sir."
"rin come help me with this!" suna rintaro shuffles off the couch at your call, making his way to the hallway between the living room and kitchen of your share apartment.
he leans on the doorframe as he watches you move around a picture frame, "where should this go?" you turn to him, handing the frame to him. it was a picture of the two of you and the miya twins at the recent festival that passed. it was nice to see the two of them, and thankfully both their schedules allowed for them to come.
rintaro smiles at the picture, gaze lifting to you, who's looking at him expectantly. his view lowers to your attire, a simple pair of black shorts and a shirt he's never seen before.
you catch him examining the jersey-copy and turn around to reveal the name miya across the back. you look over your shoulder and are met with rintaro's sharp eyes, judging your choice of player. and team.
he reaches out and places a hand on your shoulder, turning you back around to face him. "hey, why don't we have a bonfire tonight, i'm sure the pit is free and i have the perfect fire starter." you feel the shirt tighten by your shoulder, he's got an iron grip on the jersey, but his face remains calm as ever.
a little too calm, it's kind of unnerving.
large white letters stare tsukishima kei right back in his dumbfounded face. your boyfriend places his gym bag down by the door, walking into the kitchen, ducking under the frame that just slightly too short for him.
"hinata, really?" his voice sounded extremely irritated, but his face softened as you turned to face him.
you place your mug down, "yeah! i remember you went to school with him, i thought it was cool you both went pro!"
"i don't care what that blockhead did. more importantly, where did you get that?" the blonde gestures to your torso, flicking his wrist around distastefully.
you smile, "i ordered it online! since it's a popular team they have their own line of lookalikes, they're really soft too." while you praise the MSBY jersey, kei's brief look of jealousy goes unseen.
"you bought a jersey based on someone i went to high school with?" he steps closer, just to flick you on the forehead, "that's stupid."
you rub the spot, while swatting his chest with the back of your other hand, "you're stupid!"
"no, it's stupid that we're not burning that thing yet."
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p.s; i was gonna do goshiki but realized how CHOPPED he is in the timeskip. sorry my beloved i can't take you seriously with those baby bangs.
synopsis: you think you're doomed to sharing a thin wall with your apartment neighbor, until you realize you both got off on the wrong foot.
details: meet-ugly/misunderstanding that gets resolved┊apartment neighbors to friends/lovers ┊timeskip!kenma┊~3.6k words┊fem!reader┊dedicated to @marti-mp4 / @haikyu-mp4 for the secret santa fic exchange
It starts with a crashout.
No, not yours—your neighbor’s.
Look, you have your fair share of breakdowns here and there. Paperwork was a pain in the ass! It’s caused you to scream into your pillow and roll around on the floor.
(Actually, you’ve only been able to do that very recently, having just moved into your very own apartment. It was a huge relief after years of horrible college dorm roommates.)
So, you’re no stranger to the human phenomenon. You would have totally understood, except why the hell is your apartment neighbor yelling at two in the morning on a weekday?
It began as some garbled talking thirty minutes ago, which was usually tolerable. It felt like you were listening to a podcast or television show in the background as white noise. You didn’t mind it at first—maybe he was on call with friends, but why did they choose something heated and intense?
Unable to bear it any longer, you decide to knock on the wall separating your rooms, hard enough that you’re sure he’s going to hear.
And, it…works? He stops talking for a few moments before resuming at a bearable volume.
Satisfied, you lean back into your pillow, tugging your blanket closer to your body. Huh. That wasn’t so-
Another string of loud curses follows. Instantly, your eyes shoot open, and you sit up, enraged.
If this were another day, a less sleep-deprived you might have walked over to his apartment and calmly told him to keep it down. However, after working a few hours of overtime to cover for an incompetent officemate? You eventually decide that the best course of action is: “Hey, shut the fuck up!”
Your voice cracks a little from the sudden burst of volume, but you can’t find it in yourself to care.
“It is two AM, and I have to wake up in four hours for a whole day of work. I don’t know who the hell you’re talking to, or what you’re doing, but have some respect, dude!”
Your throat immediately feels tight when you finish, but at the very least, the frustration has rushed out of your body. You prepare for your neighbor to yell back or retort, if not apologize, but you’re met with silence.
You breathe steadily, ready to verbally defend yourself, but nothing comes. Did it work?
Five minutes pass. Ten minutes. Fifteen…
You lose track of time, lulled to sleep by the peace and quiet.
The next few days, you no longer hear any noise from your neighbor at the ungodly hours. Sure, maybe you hear the accidental bump of whatever furniture is positioned against your shared wall, but nothing more.
You want to celebrate a little, considering that you’ve probably driven your point home. Even better, that officemate of yours had been fired. It turns out that the one time they forced you to cover for them was the last straw for your boss. Apparently, they had taken advantage of the fact that you were a newcomer who had no idea of their work ethic.
That sucked, but at least you don’t have to worry about them anymore. You just want to celebrate the first two weeks you’ve spent at your new apartment.
To your luck, you get an opportunity to do so when you enter the lobby after a tiring workday.
“Hi, darling!” A middle-aged lady greets you enthusiastically. “Are you the new girl from 203?”
You stop in your tracks, trying to remember if you’ve seen her before. With how chummy she seems to be with the lobby staff, you figure she’s also a resident. “Good evening, yes, I am.”
“Great! I live in 206, just a few rooms away. I heard about a new tenant moving in from the manager, so I just wanted to welcome you.”
“That’s great, um…” You pause. “Sorry, I didn’t get your name…?”
“Shimura-san! Sorry, I can’t believe I forgot to introduce myself. I live with my husband and son down the hall,” she chuckles. “Anyway, we like to invite the second-floor residents over for dinner. We have monthly potlucks sometimes, if we’re not all that busy. Since you’re new, we’d like to invite you over sometime this week, if you’d like. Heck, if you’re hungry, you could come over in an hour!”
Your eyebrows shoot up. Come to think of it, you recall the apartment manager talking about a certain Shimura-san. This must be her, then.
“In an hour?! Oh, I don’t want to trouble you-”
Your stomach growls, cutting you off. Shimura-san laughs as your face heats up.
“Hm, I don’t know about that.” She shakes her head. “Looks to me like you’re in need of a good meal. We’re already preparing for dinner, anyway, so it’s not much trouble.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes! I’ve got my son helping out, don’t sweat it.” She waves a hand. “Seems like you just came from work, so go and freshen up, okay?”
You’re almost taken aback by this woman’s personality, but you smile, thinking about how she somewhat reminds you of your own mother. So, you nod and accept her invitation.
“Okay, see you later! I’ll just go to the konbini to buy a few things.”
With that, she waves goodbye, and you make your way to the staircase leading to the second floor. Hm, maybe you’ve got some pretty lovely neighbors, too.
When you arrive at the Shimuras’ place, you’re welcomed warmly.
“Welcome! Please make yourself comfortable.” She opens her arms wide. “My husband just had some overtime tasks to deal with this evening, so he’ll be coming a little later. My son’s over in the kitchen.”
You nod, taking in their living space. It definitely seems very lived in, with all the personal belongings and decorations.
“Hey, Takashi! Come say hello to our guest!”
His head pops out from the corner, and he gives a small wave.
“Ah, that boy.” Shimura-san snorts. “He’s sometimes shy with strangers, but he’ll warm up quite fast if he decides he likes you.”
“I see.” You smile as he disappears back into the kitchen. “I used to be that way.”
“Ah, then you understand. Great!” She waits until you’ve taken your shoes off and points to the spare slippers at the side. “You know, a part of me wishes that the boy from 204 would warm up too. He has yet to come over for dinner. I’m just glad that he accepts any leftover food we bring to him.”
“204?” You whip your head up.
“Yes, your neighbor. Have you met him?”
You nearly make a face. Sort of.
“No…”
“I see. The other neighbors haven’t seen him much either. But, of course, he could just be a really cautious and shy person.”
Didn’t seem that way when he was crashing out!
“So, whatever the reason, we just give him the space he needs.” Shimura-san sighs. “Anyway, enough of that, let’s eat!”
You’re guided to the dining area, where a fresh spread of colorful dishes lines the table.
“Wow!” You can’t hide the surprise that hits you. “That’s…aw, I haven’t had a homemade meal like this since moving here.”
“I figured.” She directs you to your seat. “Work takes a lot of energy, and so does cooking. That’s why I chose the latter for our family.”
You smile at her. “And you do it really well.”
“Do I get credit for boiling the edamame and popping them out?” Her son pipes up as he brings a final dish to the table, drawing out a laugh from you.
“Yeah, of course you do!” Shimura-sun ruffles his hair as he takes a seat. “Anyway, this is Takashi. He’s in his last year of junior high school.”
“Oh, so you’re about fourteen now?”
He nods in response. For some reason, his eyes linger on you for a while, only stopping when his mother asks him another question. You pretend not to notice, though; maybe he’s just trying to figure out if you’re someone he’ll get along with well.
You say thanks for your meal before trying a bit of each dish.
The rest of the hour goes by quickly without you realizing. There’s really something magical about Shimura-san’s cooking and Takashi’s assistance; you tell them so.
“Finally, someone who remembers!” Takashi comments, raising his hands in the air, while Shimura-san swats him playfully. “I think he has a favorite,” she comments.
“By the way, we do have some extra desserts. They were gifts from my husband’s clients, but there’s still too much for us to finish. You can pick whatever you like and take them with you.”
“What? Are you sure?” Your eyes widen.
“Yes, very sure.” She stands to get them. “I’ll bring them over, just give me a moment to gather the new ones.”
As she leaves the dining area, her son suddenly turns to you. “Sorry if this is a really random question, but I just wanted to ask…”
You tilt your head at him. “Um, sure.”
“Can you say this suuuper specific phrase for me?”
“Super specific phrase.” You blink at the teen, trying to process his request. “Okay, um, what is it?”
Takashi grins at your agreement. “Say this.” He pauses for a moment before continuing. “‘Can you shut the heck up, it’s two in the morning!’”
Hang on.
A silence fills the kitchen, but it’s broken by Shimura-san’s gasp. “Son?”
“Wait, okaasan! I swear she sounds like the girl in Kodzuken’s stream. There’s this video that went viral this week!”
Kodzuken’s stream?
Takashi pulls his phone out, seemingly forgetting about his request for you.
“Hey! Go over there! Get the shields up so you can distract- agh, Tighnari!”
You stiffen at the familiar voice.
“Are you kidding me? Move! Then hit the- I need to aim!”
“Sorry, sorry!”
Whoever’s saying sorry doesn’t sound one bit apologetic.
“Dude, we are not defeating the boss like this! Come on!”
You sit there awkwardly as the mess of sounds from the game continues to play from Takashi’s phone speaker.
“This is stressing me out!” Kodzuken groans as his partner laughs. “Why did I agree to a co-op with you?!”
“Hey, shut the fuck up!”
And…oh god. That is your voice. That’s how audible it was?
Kodzuken goes silent, and his co-op partner immediately starts laughing. “Wait? Who is that? Is that coming from you?”
“What the,” you hear a whisper as your anger-fueled tirade continues in the background. “Uh-”
“Yo! You have a woman at home?”
“No, I don’t.” Kodzuken hisses. You can hear the sounds of his game continuing, and by the sounds of the characters, they sound like they’re getting hit in succession.
Kodzuken’s partner continues giggling. “Did you piss someone off? Oh! Hey, where’d you go? Guys? Guys, Kodzuken just left the stream? What the hell? Who was that?”
The video ends, and you want the ground to swallow you whole. Shimura-san looks back up at you with a shocked expression.
I’m not making a very good first impression here, am I?
“That’s…the kid that lives in 204. And that does sound like you…”
Takashi blinks. “Wait.”
“Uh, that’s…” You start, clearing your throat. There was literally no way you could lie to her about this. “It was a bad time. I’m not usually like that. Um-”
“Well, wow, I didn’t know you had that in you!” Shimura-san cuts you off, but she doesn’t seem extremely bothered. Maybe. You don’t know. “You did sound really mad though, when did this happen?”
“A few days ago,” you sigh nervously. “That was right after I was roped into overtime.”
“Oh, because of that officemate.” She grimaces, recalling your tale from earlier. “Yeah, my husband can get cranky when something like that happens. I get it.”
You sigh. “I cannot believe that got recorded. I really just thought he was calling his friends or something, not streaming to a public audience.”
“Huh, you’re not the only one that’s surprised.” She huffs. “Hard to think a kid like him did those kinds of video things. Maybe that’s why he’s so private.”
“That…would make sense.” You glance over at Takashi, who looks like he’s about to explode. “Hm. Maybe I should’ve been nicer about asking him to keep it down.”
Shimura-san pauses to think. “Well, it’s not too late to talk to him, if you want to sort things out. You had a point, after all. It would be good to set some rules since you’ll be neighbors for some time.”
You nod, considering her suggestion. “Yes. I think I’ll do that. Thank you, Shimura-san.”
“You’re welcome. Oh, to be young.” She shakes her head. “Anyway, don’t forget about picking out your desserts-”
“Okaasan, you’re telling me the Kodzuken lives down the hall?!”
For the rest of the evening, you couldn’t stop overthinking the incident. What was meant to just be one moment between you and your neighbor has apparently been publicized to the entire world.
Honestly, you’re just thankful Shimura-san didn’t seem to think of you any differently after that. She still sent you off with a few boxes of desserts and sweets, and an invitation to come over another time.
You even found yourself apologizing to Takashi—you knew how teenagers could be with their favorite celebrities. Luckily, he just laughed it off, finding it cooler that you were able to personally “interact” with Kodzuken.
But, that had you wondering…you weren’t in the wrong for reprimanding him, right? No one should be disobeying the noise level rules in this apartment.
Still, your insides twist when you think about how you handled it. You never really liked the person you were when you were angry. Considering that you haven’t even met your neighbor face-to-face, you’ve probably soured things with him.
Oh god, what if he’s secretly plotting something to get back at me…
You sigh into your couch cushions, feeling a pit of regret forming in your stomach.
With nothing better to do, you check Kodzuken’s socials, curious if he’s said anything about the matter.
That was the only post he’s made since that day. You scroll a bit further, and all you see are some random thoughts he has shared and a bunch of announcements.
Sighing, you check the replies under his latest announcement. If that clip went viral, then other people definitely had something to say.
Suddenly, you don’t know if checking was a good thing or not; now you feel restless.
Is he getting hate because of you? The handful of replies you checked were just a fraction of everything. Not to mention, all the opinions people shared about your actions—whether in favor or not—made your chest tighten.
They’re just strangers. They didn’t know the full context. It shouldn’t matter.
Yet, it bothers you. You throw your phone towards the opposite end of your couch and slump even further.
His name rings in your head—no, not his streamer name, but his real one.
Kozume Kenma.
It’s an odd feeling, really. Shimura-san thinks of him as the shy boy from 204. Her son knows him as a streamer. To you, he’s your apartment neighbor.
What were you to him? The apartment neighbor who could potentially ruin his career?
“Nononono,” you groan, rubbing your hand over your face.
He could bounce back, right? Would people forget? It’s not like he committed a crime…
Is he waiting until things blow over? What if he really got sick? And did he get sick from the stress? That I caused-
No. It’s not like I intended to…
Ugh!
The itch in your bones won’t go away. You need to fix this.
Retrieving your phone, you sigh in disbelief. How ironic that you feel like losing sleep over this silence.
And so, you do the last thing you ever expected to do in your life.
Your Sunday is dedicated to running to the grocery store and hoping that you don’t burn your kitchen down.
Yeah, you could’ve bought an apple pie to save you from the hassle, but there’s something about the sincerity in a homemade pastry that convinces you. (Shame on you if you didn’t learn a thing or two from the Shimuras yesterday.)
It takes you the entire afternoon and an emotional support call from a friend, but eventually, you make something that looks and tastes pretty delicious.
When evening arrives, you’ve placed half of the pie in a small container that your neighbor can keep. You set another half aside, a gift of gratitude for the Shimuras.
Psyching yourself up, you make your way to 204’s front door, cradling your peace offering to your chest. After maybe a few minutes of just standing there, you eventually gain the courage to knock.
It’s not long before the door opens, revealing the figure of someone who seems to be close to drowning in their hoodie and sweatpants.
Kozume-san looks awful.
“Hello,” he says in a meek voice, as he rubs his eyes. When you look behind him, you notice the rest of his living space is dark, save for some colored lighting from an assortment of lamps. “Have we…met?”
Instantly, there’s a wary look in his eyes once he realizes that you’re a stranger. You immediately clarify your purpose of being here, not wanting him to think you’re some stalker fan that has finally figured out his address.
“Hey. I’m, uh…your neighbor from 203. Just moved in two weeks ago.” You also tell him your name, hoping that it could make you seem more trustworthy in the meantime.
Though you’re not surprised when his eyes widen—he almost looks like a startled cat. He hides behind his door a little more, prompting you to speak up.
“I just wanted to apologize-”
“I’m sorry for disturbing you-”
The two of you freeze at your simultaneous apologies.
“Um, sorry, you first-”
“I didn’t mean to interrupt-”
And again, you both go silent. Thankfully, it breaks some of the tension in the air.
“Wait, why are you apologizing to me?” He opens the door a bit more.
“Because I should’ve talked to you politely, instead of resorting to more aggressive measures. Sorry.” You scratch the back of your neck. “And, I didn’t know you were a streamer either. I didn’t realize that my yelling would end up making you go viral…for better or for worse.”
“It’s…” He starts, but he seems unsure of how to continue. “It’s okay. If I were you, I think I would have gotten angry too. I was just used to 203 being empty, so when I got really worked up, I didn’t realize you were…well, there.”
He shrugs, trying his best to make eye contact with you for a few seconds, before his eyes dart away. “I’m really sorry. I wasn’t trying to disturb you on purpose.”
With the way things are going, you’re honestly so glad that you made the decision to talk it over with him.
“I understand now…so, you had no idea that I had moved in at all?”
“No, sorry. I don’t really stay updated with things around the apartment. Safety. And, well, people can be a lot…if you can believe it.”
You nod. “I can. It’s okay. As long as it doesn’t happen again.”
“It won’t.” He shakes his head, the ghost of a smile on his lips. “Um, actually, if you don’t mind me asking…”
“Yeah?”
“Do you have a preferred schedule for absolutely no noise? Besides late evening or early morning…”
“Oh, hmm.” You tap your chin, vaguely reminded of his last announcement on social media. To be honest, hearing his voice wasn’t all that bad.
“You know, when you’re not yelling at someone, you actually have a pretty nice voice.”
He blinks at you. “What?”
“There were a few times I could hear you talk through the wall at a bearable volume. It felt like listening to those podcasts or audiobooks, you know?”
“Really?”
“Yeah. So, I guess it depends on what you’ll be doing. If you do end up streaming at odd hours, all I ask is that it’s something calm. Anything crazy would be best in the afternoon or evening.”
“Are you…sure?” He tilts his head.
“I mean, the whole gaming and streaming thing is your source of income, right?” You shrug. “It seems unfair to just impose everything on you. We can compromise or find a win-win solution.”
The corners of his lips tug up a bit. “Thank you for understanding. Again, I am really sorry.”
“Don’t sweat it.” You wave a hand dismissively. “Anyway, I hope this isn’t weird, but it’s true that you like apple pie, right?”
“I…yes?” His eyebrows furrow a little. “Why?”
“Um, I baked some earlier as an apology.” You hand the small container out to him.
“You…what? You-” He sputters, hesitating to take the pie from your hands. “Really?”
“Yes. I had to look it up online, after finding out who you were and realizing what had happened. I didn’t mean to cause all this mess for you.”
He slowly takes the container, his fingers brushing against yours for a few seconds. “Oh, um…thanks.”
“You’re welcome, Kozume-san. I hope it’s to your liking.”
He peers inside the transparent container.
“I…” He presses his lips together. “You…”
“Me?”
“You can, um, call me Kenma.”
You gasp. “What? Just like that?”
“It’s always been weird when people call me by my surname.” He grimaces. “The other option is Kodzuken, but…”
“It feels more like your work persona?”
“I guess so.”
“Alright,” you exhale. “Kenma-san.”
“No honorifics, either.”
“Oh?” You laugh. “Okay. Okay. I got that. Kenma.”
His shoulders sag a little in relief. “Thank you.”
“Of course. Anytime.” You bow at him in preparation to leave. “By the way, if you’ve got any comments on that pie, let me know. I need to master the recipe.”
“Comments?”
“Yep. No one better than the pie lover to tell me what I can improve on.”
“Okay.” He hums. “Do you want me to…slip a note under your door?”
“You could yell through our wall.”
And for the first time, you hear Kenma laugh out loud.
despite the commonly cocky act that ATSUMU puts up, he is a real loverboy. he gets so incredibly whipped for his girl that, frankly, it is embarrassing. everyone is sick of the doughy look he gets in his eyes if you are so much as in his line of vision, let alone close. he sees the flecks of colour in your eyes, smells the faintest bit of your perfume, and simply melts. he becomes a mass of wax liquidizing into you and forming to the shape of your body, the imprint of you forever left on him. he carries his love like a physical weight — not a burden, but something to be proud of holding.
atsumu is a loud lover. not with his words, but with his being. your love is ever present in the eyes of others, known by all and then some. but it is when you are alone that really makes your chest warm. you could take now for example; the sound of the door clicking shut behind him and his heavy footsteps bounding toward where you stand in the kitchen say well enough about the sucky mood he is in.
it really is not his fault. he walks in, tired after a long day. his hands ache from impact, eyes stinging with exhaustion. and then you are there, standing with your back to him, looking so inviting and warm as you saunter around your shared living space. it makes something in his heart twist in a warm, fond sort of way, and before he knows it he is padding over to you. his rough hands are doing an oddly boyish, clingy action as they wrap around you and fist your shirt, face pressing into the back of your shoulder.
his weight sags against you, nearly knocking you into the counter. you put down the fruit you had been cutting and snort. “tired?”
you feel a faint exhale against your shoulder, warmth spreading across your skin through the fabric of the shirt you wear. he speaks, muffled by cotton but coherent nonetheless, “what, I gotta be exhausted to wanna show my girl a little love?” a short pause. “I mean, I am, but i’ll hug ya’ if I want to anyway.”
his words come as a petulant murmur. biting back the laugh that crawls up your throat lodged to be incredibly difficult, but he does not notice the quirk of your lips. he happens to be rather preoccupied with nuzzling into you and seemingly trying to crawl into your skin. he would become one with you if he could, you are certain.
“yeah, yeah, you big loser.”
“yer’ so mean to me.” he is whining, but you feel his lips curl into a smile. he loves it, the back and forth. he loves you. he has long since given up on hiding the latter fact, though.
“why are you face-timing me at two in the morning?”
on the other end of the phone, tooru oikawa smiles, eyes crinkling behind the frames of his glasses. “it’s not two in the morning,” he says, “not for you, anyway. it’s only two pm in japan.”
you narrow your eyes as him, and he shakes his head with a laugh.
“what, a guy can’t just call his girlfriend for no reason anymore? jeez. i’ve only been gone for two months and the rules are already changing.”
“tooru,” you drawl out, scrunching your nose up. “you have practice tomorrow. you should be asleep.”
“i can’t sleep,” he admits, scrunching his nose back at you. he shifts slightly, chest muscles flexing with the effort. even in the dim light of his bedroom, you can make out the firm lines of his pecs. you roll your eyes at him, and he sighs dramatically. “god forbid a man miss his girlfriend.”
you stare at the screen for a moment, then let out a sigh. you prop your phone up on the sugar container and turn your attention back to the pan on the stove, pressing your spatula against the piece of bread. “you’re lucky i’m not at work.”
“yeah,” he hums absentmindedly. “what’re you making?”
“grilled cheese.” you lift the pan, showing him its contents as best as possible, then set it back down. “i didn’t feel like making anything too extravagant today.“
“oh, god. that sounds so good. coach has the whole team on this stupid ass diet . . .” he trails off, letting his head fall to the side as he groans. “i’ve been eating rabbit food for the last two weeks — i’d kill for that grilled cheese right about now.”
you snort out a laugh, shaking your head. “you’re so dramatic, tooru. i’ve seen your instagram stories; rabbits don’t eat rice and steak for dinner.”
he lets out a series of indecipherable words, pitching his voice up an octave to mock you, but then snickers — at himself — and smiles at the phone.
“i miss you,” he mumbles, eyes softening. “i think about you way too much. i don’t think it’s healthy. seriously, i might need to see a professional.”
again, you roll your eyes. you turn the stove off, sliding the now finished sandwhich onto a plate, and pick up your phone so you can sit at the table.
“i miss you, too, tooru. tell me about your day while i eat.”
without missing a beat, tooru launches into a rant about his day: how he woke up late because he forgot to plug in his phone last night; how his coach made him run extra laps because he was late; how tomas wouldn’t shut up about his forgetful brain; how he thought about you hundreds of times; how he had to ice after practice, because his knees are acting up again; how he went for lunch with some of his teammates and accidentally ordered a really spicy dish, then spent ten minutes in pure pain.
he’s so animated as he talks, you almost forget that it’s two in the morning for him. he looks tired, though. and handsome — black glasses sitting on his nose, brown hair messy from trying to find a comfortable position, freckles scattered across his cheeks from the argentina sun.
it makes you . . . well, not sad, per se, more like melancholic. you understand how big of an opportunity argentina was — is — so you don’t fault him for leaving, but . . .
you miss him. you miss waking up next to him, limbs tangled together, arm tingling because of how long tooru has been laying on it. you miss the sound of him humming while making his nasty protein shakes — hell, you even miss the sound of him singing very off-key in the shower. you miss his stupid jokes and the wide grin he gets when you roll your eyes at him.
you get so lost in your own thoughts that you don’t realize tooru stopped talking a long time ago. you blink yourself back into awareness and tilt your head when you find him staring at you, a fond smile on his lips. “what?”
he shakes his head — as best he can, with it smushed against a pillow. “nothing,” he says. “you’re just pretty.”
“now i know you’re tired,” you say with a laugh, pointedly ignoring the way your face heats up. even after two years, his compliments still get to you. “you should go to sleep.”
he hums out a note, meant to be an agreement, you’re sure.
“i’ll stay on the call until you fall asleep, okay? i’ll eat my grilled cheese extra quiet, just for you.”
he snorts at you, but reaches past the phone to shut off the lamp on his bedside table. you hear the rustling of his bed sheets, and then a sigh. “‘kay, goodnight, babe. i love you and i’ll text you when i wake up.”
