kuroo being a nerd while making you squirt for the first time
kuroo lays with his cheek on your thigh, his fingers twirling the hem of your shorts. he kisses your thigh, “baby…” he says softly.
you look down, “hm?” you put down your book. he pouts up at you, “i learned how to make you squirt while fingering you.”
you laugh, “what?” he nods. “i seen it! look!” he grabs his phone and opens twitter. he shoves his phone in your face, showing you a video.
you look at him, “seriously, kuroo?” he lays his head higher, on your stomach. “yes! i wanna try!” he whines. you put your book on the nightstand.
“fine.” he says a little yay! before removing your shorts. he’s fingered you before… just never made you squirt from fingering.
he kisses your panties, “remember when i ate you out… through your panties?” he asks. you cover your face, “don’t remind me.” he smiles, “you were super overstimulated… it’s because of the pressure and tension of—“
“baby..” you stop him. he nods, “sorry.” his fingers carefully remove your panties. he kisses your clit instantly.
you gasp, “kuroo…” you say softly. you look down at him, your head on your shoulder. he stares up at you as his tongue flicks on your bud.
“ready?” he asks. you nod, “mhm.”
he sucks on your clit as his slender fingers enter you. you moan softly, biting your bottom lip. he hums, “good… good girl. i got you.”
your head falls onto the soft pillow, “i’m gonna start now, kay?” he says. you nod again, “o-okay…” his fingers pump in and out of you.
your wetness makes a squelching noise, “oh fuck…” you whimper. he continues to finger you as his lips wrap around your clit.
“i feel you… i feel you squeezing my fingers. you close?” he asks. you moan, “yes… yes…” he sits up more, his large warm hand pressing against your stomach.
“does this hurt?” he looks at you. you open your eyes again, “no, baby…” you reassure him. “tell me when i find it.”
his hand presses harder… and harder until you gasp and tremble, “oh fuck— kuroo.. baby— right there!” you moan loudly. he smiles, “right there?” you nod frantically.
he spits on your cunt as he leans back down, his hand still pressured against your stomach. his tongue attaches back to your clit.
you tremble and moan repeatedly, “f-fuck! it feels like i’m about to pee—“ you throw your head back. he devours you, “i know… it says that squirting feels like you’re supposed to be. even though i would be fine with you peeing in my mouth—“
“shut up… shut up, kuroo,” you whine as your fingers grip his hair. “baby—“ you breath heavily as your juices cover his face. he continues to pleasure you as your high goes down. he gets up, slapping your cunt.
“good fucking girl, baby! you did so good!” he smiles. you look at him. his spiky black hair now messy and covering one of his eyes. he looks down at your sheets, “made a mess but it was worth it, right?” he kisses your cheek.
— 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.
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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.
old m.list | new m.list
part 2!!
kuroo has a little crush on the pretty girl he’s tutoring !
failing your classes slowly but steadily in college had never been on your bucket list. panicking over classes and having a crisis over how you were never this person came in hitting you like a truck and there came a point where you just had to ask for help.
while you were racking your brain to think of someone to help tutor your for your absolutely miserable organic chemistry class. there he was. sitting right at the back of your class, his hair all messy and perfect, with his signature shit-eating smirk on his face. kuroo fucking tetsuro.
you’d found the perfect target, he was smart, albeit a menace but no one could deny the fact that he was a massive herd.
and the second you ask him for help? he’s stunned. the pretty girl who sits at the front of the class, the same girl he’s spent weeks admiring from afar, the same girl he’s described to kenma in such excruciating detail that kenma himself could pick you out in a lineup. he’d be an idiot to deny your request.
tutoring you was near torture to him, watching you show up in your cute outfits, the little accessories in your hair, the cutest keychains adorning your bags, his heart near drops to his ass.
he does his due diligence in tutoring you, trying his best not to stare for too long—he notices the way you nervously tuck your hair behind your ear when you notice him staring, or the way you just can’t seem to maintain eye contact, it’s all just way too much for his poor, poor heart.
he was intimidating, but gods, was he a good tutor. he was so patient with everything, always helping you out, being so polite it made you want to cry a little.
on occasion, you’d catch him staring at your glossed lips, but you always thought you were just imagining it.
and the day you ace your exams? you’re running upto him in full speed, your perfect score on proud display while you jump into his arms. and he swears he can feel his blood rush to his ears, while holding onto your waist.
the second you kissed his cheek as a thank you, with your lipgloss leaving a little stain on his face he made sure he didn’t wipe it off for the rest of the day.
we will slowly transition…also baby oikawa is ugly as fuck did yall see him
all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.
It had started small, the way it always did. A sharp comment over dinner, your voice too flat when you asked if he was even listening. He’d just come back from practice, sore and distracted from a long day, his phone buzzing with messages from his teammates and coaches.The tension simmered over the silence until one wrong look, one poorly timed sigh, lit the whole room ablaze.
Now, the storm was in full swing.
“You never take me seriously. You come home, you barely speak to me about anything other than volleyball—and when I talk? You don’t even entertain what I have to say!” you snapped, arms crossed tight, nails digging into your own skin. The apartment around you felt claustrophobic—lamps casting long shadows, the faint hum of the fridge too loud in the silence between your words. “All you care about is volleyball. The cameras, the edits, the social media attention that you get from everyone other than me. I don’t even know if you see me anymore.”
Oikawa froze mid-pace, then spun back toward you, brown eyes sparking with indignation. “That is absolutely not true! Don’t you dare say that—don’t! You think this life is easy for me? You think I don’t come home aching, exhausted, with every bone in my body screaming—”
“You chose this! This is your career—you knew exactly what you signed up for!” Your voice rose, cutting sharp through his. “You chose volleyball. You chose to chase your dreams—you chose to chase something so big, something so much larger than life and now there’s no room left for me. And you act like I should just be grateful to stand in your shadow and wait my turn to be seen. All I want it so be seen by you!”
His breath hitched, fury flashing across his face. His hands went to his hair, yanking it back until it stood messily, his chest rising and falling too fast. “You think I want you in my shadow? I never wanted that, I couldn’t imagine making you feel that way. Damn it, I want you beside me—”
“Beside you?” You laughed, hollow and trembling. “No one stands beside you. Everyone in your life follows behind you or they get left behind! You take every opportunity you can to stand out, to make everything about yourself! That’s what being with you feels like.”
The silence after was brutal, heavy as lead. You could see the blow land; his jaw clenched so hard you half-expected it to crack. He turned his back for a moment, shoulders shaking with the effort of keeping his voice even.
“Do you really mean that?” he said finally, his tone razor-sharp, “You don’t know me at all if that’s what you’re saying.”
Your throat tightened, but the anger pushed you forward. “Maybe I don’t. Maybe I don’t want to know you anymore.”
And that—those words, small and cruel as a knife’s edge—shattered something in him. He spun back to you, eyes blazing, tears barely restrained at the edges of his anger.
“Don’t you dare,” he hissed, stepping closer. His voice shook now, less fury, more desperation. “Don’t you dare say you’re wasting your time with me. Do you have any idea what you are to me?”
“I never said that I was wasting my time—“
“That’s what it feels like, y/n!”
You opened your mouth, but before you could, he cracked wide open.
“Fine! You want to know how serious I am about you? You want proof that I see you? Then marry me. I’ll marry you right now if that’s what it takes for you to understand! And I have the ring—had it for months. It’s in the cabinet in the kitchen that you can’t reach without my help.”
The words reverberated in the room, louder than either of you intended. His hands shook, clenched tight at his sides, his chest heaving like he’d just finished a match. The bravado slipped almost instantly, leaving him looking stricken by his own admission.
“I…” His voice dropped to a whisper. “I wasn’t supposed to say it like that.” He swallowed, throat bobbing as he took a step closer, softer now, the raw truth spilling out. “But I mean it. I’ve always meant it. You’re not in my shadow—you’re the only thing I can see when the lights go out. You’re the only person I want to come home to.”
For once, Oikawa Tooru looked small—no sarcastic grin, no dramatic mask, just a boy trembling in the center of your living room, confessing in the ugliest, truest way possible.
And outside, the rain tapped steady against the windowpane, the city holding its breath for whatever you would say next.
⸻
★ IWAIZUMI HAJIME
You found him in the kitchen, shoulders hunched over the counter, hands braced on either side of his phone. The glow of the screen lit his face in harsh blue, jaw tight, lips pressed into a line. He didn’t even flinch when you stepped in.
“Hajime?” you asked softly. “What’s going on?”
He locked the phone, flipped it face down like a guilty reflex. “Nah, it’s nothing. Just work shit.”
“Hmm. Just work shit,” you echoed, crossing your arms. “You’ve been saying that all week. You barely look me in the eye anymore, you stay late at practice, you’ve been coming home more tense than usual and pretend you’re fine. Don’t lie to me. Talk to me, what’s going on?”
His nostrils flared, and for a moment, he looked cornered. “I’m not lying to you. I’m just…dealing with a lot right now. I’m handling it.”
The words lit a fuse in your chest. “Handling what? Baby, you come home and don’t talk to me about anything. You don’t even come to bed. Like, am I not worth the conversation? Or do you just not trust me enough with what’s going on.”
The kitchen felt suddenly smaller, air thick with your voice bouncing off the cabinets, the fridge humming like static. He straightened, arms crossing over his chest, a wall you knew too well.
“This isn’t about trust. I just—don’t want to dump this on you, okay? You’ve got enough going on without my shit, alright?”
Your laugh came out sharp, bitter. “So you get to decide that for me?You get to carry this weight—all of it alone while I sit here wondering why the hell the man I live with feels like a stranger?”
“Baby—I’m trying to protect you!” His voice finally cracked, louder than he meant. He scrubbed a hand over his face, hair spiking from the motion. “Do you think it’s easy for me? Coming home and seeing you exhausted, stressed out, and then what—I pile my own shit on top of you? No. I won’t do that to you. It’s my job to protect you from unnecessary stress—“
You stepped forward, heart pounding, heat rising to your throat. “Protect me? I’m not some fragile thing that needs protecting, Hajime! I’m your partner. You’re supposed to come to me, you’re supposed to confide in me, you’re supposed to be honest with me. Instead, you shut me out and bottle everything up until it explodes—like this!”
His jaw clenched, teeth grinding. “Babe, you don’t get it.”
“No,” you shot back, tears stinging your eyes, “you don’t get it. Every time you hide something from me, it feels like you’re saying I’m not enough. Not strong enough, not trustworthy enough, not important enough for you to let me in. Do you know what that does to me?”
That one hit. His face faltered, eyes widening like you’d just torn through the armor he’d been holding together with bare hands. He took a breath, sharp and shaky, chest rising too fast.
“I—” He started, then stopped, words choking out of him like they’d been locked up too long. His voice dropped, rough and raw. “You are enough, you always have been. You’re the only one I want to lean on, the only one I want to talk to—and I have. This is just different, baby.”
Your silence was heavy, trembling, waiting as you stared at him.
“Something else is going on. Im not saying anything, but you aren’t being honest with me about something.” Your voice was stern, bordering an anger that festered in your chest.
“Fine, you really wanna know what’s been on my mind? Why I can’t fucking sleep?”
“Yes, I do.” Your arms folded over your chest, foot tapping, heart racing.
He swallowed hard, nostrils flared. “I just bought you an engagement ring.” He was visibly irritated, voice raised. “I haven’t been able to sleep all week because I’ve been thinking about proposing to you and what I’d do if you said no.”
The words shot through the tension, reckless, bare. His hands balled into fists at his sides, knuckles white, as if bracing himself against the weight of his own confession. “If you, for one second, think that I don’t trust you, you’re wrong. You’re the only person I’ve ever trusted with my entire heart. You are my better half. I just don’t know how to do this without screwing it up. But I know I want you—for the rest of my life. So if you marry me, I’ll prove it every day.”
The fight still lingered in the air, jagged and raw, but in his voice there was nothing but desperation — a vow cracked open too soon, in the middle of the mess, like it had been clawing its way out for months.
For once, Iwaizumi Hajime looked unsteady, standing in your kitchen with his heart in his hands, waiting for you to either take it or leave him undone.
⸻
★ BOKUTO KOUTARU
The slam of the front door rattled the apartment, and Bokuto’s voice followed it, already too loud for the small apartment.
“I don’t get what I did wrong!” His bag was thrown to the floor, shoes kicked off carelessly. His hair was still damp from the shower at the gym, sticking to his forehead, chest heaving from the leftover adrenaline of practice.
You stood by the couch, arms crossed, refusing to let your voice shake. “You forgot, Koutaro. Again. You promised me that you’d be there tonight.”
His face twisted, hands flying out in exasperation. “I had a last minute team dinner, there was no way out of it. We were meeting with the marketing team for our next tour!”
“This isn’t just about dinner, Koutarou. You knew that this night was important to me—you promised me you’d get out of anything related to work. This was my best presentation yet—this was my night! And you weren’t there. You didn’t even text me.”
That landed like a spike straight into his chest. He opened his mouth, closed it, then started pacing, socks squeaking against the floorboards. “I’m sorry, okay? I messed up. But do you have to make it sound like I don’t care about you? You’re everything to me!”
“Then why don’t I ever feel like it?” The words shot out sharper than you intended, but you didn’t take them back. The apartment went quiet, save for his uneven breathing and the faint hum of the streetlights outside.
Bokuto froze, shoulders sagging like you’d physically struck him. His lower lip trembled, his voice catching somewhere between anger and despair. “That’s not fair.”
“You think it’s fair for me to sit alone in a room full of people, waiting for you to show up, pretending that I’m not hurt?” Your voice cracked, eyes burning. “Sometimes you make me feel invisible, Koutarou. Like my ambition, my career, my dreams don’t matter to you. I don’t feel supported in my endeavors.”
He flinched, stumbling back like the word itself had knocked the air out of him. His hands tangled in his hair, tugging, his voice breaking apart. “You aren’t invisible to me, baby. You think I don’t see you? I see your hard work, the passion behind your work! You think I don’t—” He stopped, choking on the words, and then his whole chest heaved as they tore out of him:
“You know what? Fuck it—just marry me. ”
It came out raw, desperate, too loud. His eyes were wide and wet, his chest rising and falling like he’d just sprinted down the court. “Marry me so you’ll never think that you don’t matter to me again. Marry me so you’ll know—every single day—that you’re the only thing I see, even when I’m a screw-up, even when I fall through, even when I’m the worst version of myself.”
The silence that followed was brutal. His hands dropped uselessly to his sides, trembling. His voice softened, cracked.
“I was gonna make it special. I bought a ring. It’s been in my gym bag for weeks because I know it’s the only place you wouldn’t find it. I wanted to wait for the right moment.” His laugh was broken, hollow. “Guess I’m not good at waiting.”
And there he was: Bokuto Koutarou, the loudest man in the room, suddenly looking small, undone, his whole heart laid bare between the broken pieces of an argument.
⸻
★ MIYA ATSUMU my baby
Your voice cracked as you shoved the door open, storming into the humid night. The slam of the door echoed down the quiet street, the sound of your footsteps slapping the pavement.
“Don’t walk away from me!” Atsumu’s voice thundered after you, raw and furious, door slamming open, chasing you down the front steps of his apartment building. His bare feet hit the concrete as he sprinted after you, hair wild, shirt twisted on his frame like he hadn’t even managed to pull it on right, his expression carved with frustration and something sharper underneath.
You spun on him under the harsh glow of the streetlight, voice breaking as you shouted, “What else am I supposed to do, Atsumu? You don’t come home, you don’t answer when I call, you act like a stranger—and now you can’t even look me in the eye when I ask where you’ve been. What am I supposed to think?”
His hands flew out, helpless, exasperated. “Not that! Damn it, baby, not that!”
“What then?!” Tears blurred your vision, hot and relentless. “Tell me, Atsumu! Because right now, it feels like you’re lying to me. It feels like you’re hiding something—or someone.”
That word hit him like a fist. His whole body snapped forward, eyes blazing, chest rising too fast. “Don’t fuckin’ say that,” he growled, low and dangerous.
“What else am I supposed to think?!”
He cracked.
The words split him open. His face twisted, anger and pain colliding, and he barked out, “I WASN’T CHEATIN’ ON YA!” his voice splitting the night wide open.
Lights flickered on in two different windows above you. Someone hissed, “Can you shut up!” from a balcony. Neither of you cared.
Atsumu’s voice shook as he pointed a finger at his chest, his whole body trembling with the force of holding himself together. “I wasn’t cheatin’ on ya babygirl, I would never do that to you! I was—I was—fuck—” He dug into his pocket, yanking something out with shaking hands. The little velvet box was so worn it looked like he’d been carrying it everywhere, squeezing it to death.
Your breath caught.
He snapped it open, ring glittering in the harsh streetlight. His knees buckled, and before you could process it, he was kneeling on the cold, wet pavement, tears streaking down his furious face.
“I was buyin’ you this!” he shouted, voice breaking ragged. “I’ve been sneakin’ off, lyin’, stressin’ myself sick ‘cause I wanted it to be perfect. I wanted the words to come out right. I wanted the moment to be beautiful—not this.” He slammed the box against his chest, laugh splintering into a sob.
The night went dead silent, except for the thrum of your pulse in your ears. You blinked, the fight stalling in your throat.
Your lips parted, words caught somewhere between disbelief and heartbreak. “You bought me a ring?”
He nodded once, quick and jerky, then dropped to one knee right there on the cracked sidewalk, under the yellow glow of the streetlamp. His hands were shaking as he pried open the box, revealing the simple, gleaming band inside. His voice cracked when he looked up at you.
“Marry me. Please. I don’t care that it’s ugly like this, in the middle of a fight, with the neighbors watchin’.” His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, desperate. “I can’t stand ya thinkin’ I don’t want ya, that I’d ever choose anyone else other than you. You’re it for me, y/n. Always have been. I can’t do life without ya—I won’t.”
The whole street felt like it had gone still — the air, the lights, even the rain-slick pavement underfoot. Atsumu Miya, brash and arrogant and impossible, knelt trembling before you, his messy truth finally spilling out into the night.
⸻
★ SAKUSA KIYOOMI
The silence had stretched between you for days, and now it was breaking, sharp and brittle like cracked glass. You stood in the narrow hallway of his apartment, arms crossed, jaw tight, the evening light falling across your face in harsh lines.
“You’re impossible,” you spat finally, voice shaking despite your attempt to stay calm. “I can’t—how am I supposed to be with someone who… who doesn’t even let me in?”
Sakusa leaned against the wall, hands shoved deep into his pockets, expression unreadable. His hair fell just enough to shadow his eyes, and you could feel the distance in him pressing against your chest. “I let you in,” he said quietly, too quietly. “You just… don’t notice.”
“Don’t notice?” You laughed bitterly. “Don’t notice? I’ve been here. I’ve tried, every day. And you… you close off. You shut me out. I don’t know what you’re thinking half the time. I feel like I’m just—waiting around for… for something.”
He said nothing at first, letting your words hit like stones. Then his voice came low, careful, controlled. “I don’t shut you out. I… I just don’t—” He paused, jaw tight. “I don’t want to make mistakes. I don’t want to—hurt you.”
Your chest ached at the quiet confession, the words crawling under your skin. “Then stop hiding. Stop treating me like I can’t handle it.”
A long silence followed. He finally pushed off the wall, stepping closer, each footfall deliberate, deliberate in the way only Sakusa’s movements could be. Your heart thumped so hard it drowned out the city sounds beyond the window.
“I wasn’t hiding from you,” he said, voice softer now, almost breaking. “I… I just—” He pulled something small from his pocket, a box, weight heavy in his hand. “I was planning something. I wanted it to be right. I wanted it to be perfect.”
You blinked, confusion cutting through the hurt. “What… what is that?”
He swallowed, eyes flicking away, then back, calm and steady. “I—” He dropped to one knee, box open, the ring catching the dim light like a secret flame. “I can’t stand holding this in anymore. I love you. I need you to know I’ve always needed you. Will you… marry me?”
The words hit harder than any argument, heavier than any silence. The hurt, the anger, the fear—they all collided with the raw honesty in his eyes. His hands shook slightly, just enough to betray the storm he kept inside.
You stared, breath caught, heart thundering, and the walls you’d both built for months cracked. “Sakusa…” you whispered.
“Say yes,” he urged quietly, voice low, almost a plea. “I can’t promise perfection. I can’t promise I’ll always know the right thing to say. But I can promise you this—I’ll never shut you out again. Not like this. Not ever.”
The city outside faded, the argument forgotten, leaving only the two of you and the weight of everything unsaid finally coming to light.
AUTHOR’S NOTE
I haven’t written angst in so long lol. Also, happy to be back, my cat is doing so much better. Hopefully things stay that way. Anyway—tell me what you think and if we want a part two?
uni!train ride with kuroo as your personal shield ; fluff
the university train was entirely packed due to a sudden downpour, forcing the evening commuters into a suffocatingly tight space. you were standing near the doors, losing your balance every time the car lurched, when kuroo suddenly shifted his weight.
he stepped closer, completely cornering you against the metal partition. he placed his left hand flat against the glass right above your head, his massive frame creating a physical barrier between you and the rest of the crowded train.
“don’t fall over, shortie,” he teased, his signature grin firmly in place.
“i’m not falling,” you muttered, looking down at his chest because his face was entirely too close.
the train suddenly screeched around a sharp bend. you lurched forward, your hands instinctively grabbing the fabric of his jacket for balance, your forehead bumping directly into his collarbone. kuroo let out a sharp, breathless oof.
when you looked up to apologize, the sly, teasing captain was entirely gone. kuroo was staring down at you, his golden eyes wide and completely dark, his jaw locked tight. a deep, violent shade of pink had exploded across his face, spreading rapidly from his throat all the way to the tips of his ears under the train’s dim lights. he looked completely short-circuited by the sudden proximity.
“kuroo?” you whispered.
“uh,” he cleared his throat, his hand on the glass trembling just a tiny bit as he slowly lowered his arm, wrapping it securely around your shoulders instead to pull you firmly against his side. he stared hard at the digital station map above the door, his chest rising and falling in heavy, panicked breaths. “the train is… really unstable today. yeah. just stay right there so i don’t have to carry you off the platform.”
n: bro i haven’t eaten a thing, idk how i thought of this.
𝜗ৎ Kenma absolutely hates public display of affection. Which is why Kuroo and his girlfriend are getting on his last nerves... But can a kiss between you change his mind?
♥︎ part 1: Kissing isn't that bad
wc: 4.1k
Tags: fem!reader x timeskip!Kenma, college au
cw: fingering, p in v, cursing, makeshift vibrator (kenma loves his controllers), dirty talk (kind of. kenma's pretty blunt lol), creampie, public sex (kuroo's in the same room and oblivious oops), virginity loss
a/n: thank you so much for everyone's kind words these past few weeks, it truly means a lot to me ♡ I tried to write for this whenever I had the time, so im sorry if its not exactly the best. (had no idea writing about a controller being a vibrator would be so difficult lol).
❀ all images are found off of pinterest! I do not own them. (credit to @/Freaka_LoonyZ for the middle picture!)
Kenma was the quiet type: His thoughts consistently buried within the depths of his prefrontal cortex, displayed only when a tactical explanation was needed for a win. And truthfully, the idea of intimacy was no different to Kozume — the years of consumed pornography, whether from the bookshelf of Kuroo’s apartment or the glow of his screen, was nothing more than an object of studious ventures. Sure, his hand wrapped along the base of his shaft felt fucking amazing… but it was the twitch in the woman’s lip, the goosebumps formed along a stretch of skin that indicated their partners bliss. The true win of intercourse.
Though, Kenma had never touched a woman.
Most often his fantasies were just… well, fantasies. Especially when it came to you. He had eyed you in class; observed the way the strap of your tank drooped each time you leaned forward. It was almost perfect, how close it was to exposing the top half of your breast. And like always, you would hoist it up, giving a sheepish smile to the boy who had just spent the past thirty seconds visualizing how perky your boobs must be under all the fabric.
Fuck — maybe he shouldn’t have been so eager to accept your advances in teaching. Because in full honesty, Kenma wasn’t a huge fan of lips. All they ever did was ramble. And kissing? Absolutely not; that activity always looked diabolical. Besides, his first (and last) smooch had inevitably ended in a split lip and a chipped tooth.
But you were good: Maven, even. The way your lips caressed his, teeth tugged against the pout of his lower lip whenever your tongues would break from their dance. And your underwear, which was utterly soaked from the friction of his clothed dick, enhanced every desire to lose his virginity with his best friend laid on the fucking floor.
Still, the rush of blood couldn’t truly rid Kenma of his jitters: Sure, the feeling of his tip swiping the cotton of his sweats with each drag of his hips was heavenly, but was it really having an effect on you? God, it was as if his years of studious intrigue meant zilch. The close-ups of recorded intimacy nothing more than just a pastime to masturbate. Because who was he kidding? No amount of porn could’ve prepared him for this; he had never used his tongue on a woman, never even laid a finger on their thigh. So how the fuck was he supposed to leave you satisfied — back arched, legs twitched with overstimulation, and a flurry of whimpers hidden by each other’s mouths.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. This wasn’t the time to be nervous: Any more floods of perturbation through his veins and he was sure to go soft (a catastrophic blow to his already lacking confidence).
Realistically, if he didn’t want an inadequate performance to cloud your judgement, the only thing left to do was figure it out. And how different could it be from volleyball? From the strategic games exhibited on his PC? They all required observation. And this — this certainly would too.
His right hand released its clutch near your head, fingers trailing to the waistband of your shorts while his left forearm maintained his hovered weight. “Hmph,” he tugged his lips away, fully prepared to latch onto the exposed bone of your collar when he felt your body shift. At first, he took it as a comfort adjustment; until your fingers trailed over his.
Wait, were you wanting him to stop?
Fuck, maybe Kozume was getting too ahead of himself. He wasn’t aware of your thoughts, your notion of being sprawled naked and pleased while Kuroo snores on the air mattress. Besides, he was a virgin. And you taking his virginity seemed almost… important.
“Sorry, I can stop.” He tugged his head away, narrowed gaze shamefully directed to the tip of your right ear. What a fucking idiot… the least he could do was meet your eyes, but even that remained a hopeless venture.
You, however, were utterly confused. The position of your fingers was merely to direct his hand inwards; a subtle action to give him the greenlight to progress further. But it appeared Kozume was dense in those kinds of antics. Which, honestly, you should’ve guessed — it only took you six excruciating months to get him to talk to you in math. “Kenma,” his eyes stayed stationed away from yours; torso leaned upwards to create a respectable distance. “I was directing your hand… inside.”
Now that caught his attention. “Inside?”
“Yeah, like… y’know to my,” you scrunched your nose, eyes clasped together to disregard Kenma’s newfound inquisitive wonder. “Please don’t make me say it.”
“Oh.”
Oh? You basically just confessed months of sexual desire towards your friend, and all he could muster up was some neutral expression? There was no excitement to his tone, no waver of joy. Just pure… meh.
But what was worse? His next statement. “Y/n, grab the controller.”
Kozume had undoubtedly taken it upon himself to fully avert your declaration of yearning — opting to transition the tension between you towards the characters on screen. I mean, it was humiliating in itself to have his response be so impartial. But to re-direct your previous heated makeout session to Kole spilling his love for Mira? That was a whole new fucking low for you.
Maybe you had come off too strong. Or maybe Kenma’s titillated attitude was merely for educational purposes. Either way, your long-time fantasy of seeing Kozume falter beneath you had been crushed in an instant; a painful and tragic demise to any hope of reciprocated admiration. Yet there was nothing you could do except oblige. Forcing a conversation from Kenma was like pulling teeth, and there was no way in hell you’d have such a pressing discussion with Kuroo earshot to it all.
“Here.” Your fingers crept to your left, grabbing the forgotten controller near Kenma’s knee before planting it in his hand. And, of course, Kozume took no time in exiting the game you had so eagerly suggested. After all, he was a strategic player — a game with romance entwined was nothing more than an irritant.
It wasn’t until you tried to prop back up that things began to get confusing. Kenma, who had his eyesight still fixated on the settings, sprawled his palm across your reddened chest, pushing lightly till your previous position had been acquired. “Stay.”
Your furrowed brows pointed upwards toward Kozume, watching as his tongue pointed out; a small habit he always did whenever he’d deemed it necessary to focus on a task. But despite his sharp attention, the end of his finger danced almost absentmindedly around the thumbstick, the vibration of the once idle controller changing intensity with each swipe.
It was odd — how long the process was taking. Usually he was precise with his set-up, opting to keep the controls in a routine metric. His gameplays, especially in regard to Monster Hunter, was something he took quite seriously: A small tweak in something as simple as the vibration could absolutely throw him off.
So why was he messing with it?
“Y/n, are you sure?” You hummed in response, a puzzled expression still directed at the boy above you. Because initially, his query didn’t raise any flags; but how could it? It seemed as though the setter had already chosen his path, the infinitesimal choice leading to the outcome of ‘unrequited romance’ (or in your case, humiliation).
To Kenma, however, this was his chance to get consent. Yes, you had admitted your lust, revealed the fact that you desperately wanted his hands in your shorts. But he needed validation — another acceptance to this outcome. Because this butterfly effect was one you two wouldn’t come back from: The basis of friendship turned to a distant memory. For fuck’s sake his dick would be inside you. There was no way you would look at him the same after that.
So, while friendship would be patently out of question, the only issue that remained was how you’d view him in the future. You could leave him, pretend he doesn’t exist. Maybe even sit in the front row of math just to avoid his lingered gaze. Or maybe — just maybe… you two could become more. Something he wasn’t opposed to.
“Am I sure about,” your brow raised. “If the settings look good? I mean, it’s you who has a weird obsession with your controller metrics.”
He shook his head, his free hand hooking a pointer underneath the waistband of your shorts. “No,” but his continuation wasn’t particularly needed. With the way he tugged the hem of your underwear, gaze flickered to the damp spot soaked in between your legs, it wasn’t exactly hard to put two and two together. “Are you sure… about this.”
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
Your brain almost went haywire, the pulse of your heartbeat surely prevalent through the thick of your shorts. Of course you wanted this. It was no doubt that you had fantasized about Kenma since the moment you laid eyes on him. Honestly, most weeks were spent strategizing, working tirelessly just to get to the point of mutual conversations.
For crying out loud, you had to beg Kuroo for help — someone you didn’t even know. The poor middle blocker, confused and completely caught off guard, had to discuss his friend with a total stranger after class. Not to mention get threatened: You’d be damned if your confession had gotten out.
“I’m sure.”
Kozume’s head tugged backwards, irises fixated on your face for any sign of hesitancy: Your lips were visibly swollen, eyes glossed from the constant tug and pull of his hips. And your cheeks? God, they were the cutest shade of pink he had ever seen. But that was it: there was no vacillation. At least, not any he could decipher.
So, he accepted it; the fate of this massive decision. His curled fingers dragged the fabric downwards, following the curve of your ass as you lifted your hips in assistance. And before he knew it, there you were, in front of him…. unclothed from the waist down.
Frankly, any form of words would be an understatement to how fucking incredible this moment was. Even Kuroo, his unspoken and horrid wingman, would call this story a fib. His introverted friend saw a pussy in person? Nonetheless yours? Yeah, it had to have been a wet dream.
His middle digit dragged back up, the pad of his fingerprint pressing lightly between your folds. And holy shit he could’ve cum right then and there; the feeling of your skin was so soft… so wet. His tented dick twitched in anticipation, the curve of his finger drawling lazily against your cunt to continue the overwhelming sensation of dopamine in his nucleus accumbens. Though to you, the rush of adrenaline wasn’t quite as satisfactory as his; the enjoyment of this explicit act overshadowed with edge. Kozume may not have known it, but his touch was featherlike, the swiping of his middle finger causing a twitch of eagerness in your inner thigh. It was almost cruel, how much of a tease his digit gave with each skim against your entrance.
“Kenma,” your legs tensed as he drawled another swipe. “Please.” His head tilted at your plea, eyes of bemusement glinted by the glow of his PC. “More. Push more.” He huffed in acknowledgment, the press of his finger tightening until his medial phalanx urged its way into your tissue.
You gasped at the sudden intrusion, the walls around his finger clenching hard until it elicited a grunt from the depths of the boy's throat. “Oh shit you’re tight.”
It was insane, how warm and gooey the inside of you was. There were no comparisons to it. The way your textured walls contracted with every thrust of his finger. It was as if your body didn’t want him to part — to rid itself from the pleasure of his middle finger grazed along your insides. And, honestly, he didn’t want to either. I mean, this had to be what paradise felt like. And who in their right mind would’ve wanted to free themself from that?
You whimpered at his achingly slow pace, shifting your hips with each push of his hand to create a harder friction between your legs. God he was killing you. It was like with each thrust, the pressure in your abdomen would swell, the notion of an orgasm becoming clearer with the length of his finger. But just as soon as it appeared, it would disappear — dissolve into nothing but a cry of pain and sheer anger.
So, once the setter delved back in, his languid thrust pushing closer to your cervix, did you grab his wrist. “Curl it.” His middle digit curled in an instant, creating a small u-shape until his fingerpad pressed against something softer, something almost differed in texture and swollen. “Mmmph…” You whimpered at the abrupt pressure against your g-spot; your back arched and head lifted to watch as the timorous setter finally found his footing. “J-just like t-that, yeah.” Your praise was broken, an earful of stutters conjured from your attempt to suppress the moans that threatened to rupture. But Kenma didn’t notice — his eyes too focused on your body: The way you twitched and stirred so prettily beneath him.
And he couldn’t stop; couldn’t change speed or tighten the curl of his finger. Because it was amazing, the way his slow, deliberate thrusts created such a wild look in your eyes. Fuck, you looked as though you were on the verge of tears. Or maybe it was the verge of death threats towards the leisured gamer. Nonetheless, he didn’t quite want it to end.
But you were impatient: Needy. Your hips buckled upwards, urging Kenma to amplify his pressure. “You want more?” You nodded at his blunt query. “Then be louder.”
Did he just say… louder? No, surely you didn’t hear him right — not with his friend just a few feet away.
Yet, with each fleeting second of hidden grunts and suppressed sighs, the harder he thrusted. He was practically begging for a reaction. Because truthfully, at this point, he didn’t care if Kuroo awoke from your broken whimpers. Those noises — those cute whines and pitched moans were from him.
And he’d be damned if he didn’t get to listen.
His knees shifted between your thighs, spreading your legs further until an ache spiraled to your hips. It was a precipitous action — one Kenma didn’t give much thought to in response to flexibility. But did he really care? No. Your glistened cunt wrapped snug around his finger was all the reward he intended.
“I thought I said to be louder,” his gaze stayed locked on your body, the occasional drop of eyeline catching sight of the dampened sheets pressed taut underneath you. “Or did you not want me to follow your pace?”
You opened your mouth, prepared to rebut his initial order of vocalization to keep from the ignominy of Kuroo’s awakening, but before you could respond — before you could acknowledge his request, Kozume did the unthinkable: The motorized controller, still held in his left hand, lowered, the edge of the plastic reaching downwards till it pressed against your small bundle of nerves.
“Ohmyfuckinggod.” The sensation was alacritous; flickers of vibrations against your clit sparking a surge of flutters deep within your abdomen. “K-kenma how did… nghhh fuck.” Realistically it wasn’t the craziest in terms of intensity, the pulse of the controller lightweight in comparison to toys. Yet the newfound feeling, accompanied with the consistent edge of Kozume’s fingers, had become a beacon to your unraveling. Which sadly meant your dignity had turned to a losing battle; the string of noises once hidden by loud breaths and sharp inhales overridden by tumultuous moans.
But your loss was inevitable. Especially when it came to Kenma — the strategic leader in any field he participated in. So, you accepted your fate, opting to acknowledge the fact you had no control over any part of your body; because right now, you were engulfed in bliss. Your head raked backwards, both hands clenching the fabric of his comforter while your hips followed the drag of his finger.
“Damn. You’re really wet.” He noted.
And it was true: the squelch of your cunt echoing in the room during each thrust was evidence enough to showcase the pleasure he was achieving. Which meant Kenma needed to focus. He needed to keep his attention fixated on the shudders your leg provided, tallying how many seconds it took between every twitch until you’d cum. His tongue dipped out, a red sheen painted across his cheeks at his level of concentration towards your exposed lower half: Fuck it was so beautiful. So wet. And all fucking his in this moment.
His hips rutted upwards into the air, chasing some sort of friction to tackle the pulse of his erection. It was almost torture; the throb within his sweats, the ooze of pre-cum stained against his fabric, and the pure agony of watching your cunt weep over his finger instead of his dick.
Fuck — was it bad he’s counting down until you finish so he could sink within you? I mean, sure, he’d probably only last a few thrusts. But who gives a shit. Just a second of feeling your gummy walls wrapped around his cock would be greater than any victorious boss battle.
“Kenma — ohmygod — press the controller harder.” He obliged to your demand, forcing his palm forward until you gasped, hips rotating to let your slick coat the plastic, sliding the vibrations up and down to your liking. And his finger — still thrusting in those quick, curled motions was enough to let the knot coiled in your abdomen tighten. “Gonna,” your hands released their grasp on the comforter, finding their way to the wrists of the setter hovering in front of you. “Kenma… g-gonna — mmphh.” You couldn’t even finish your original statement before the pressure spilled open: Your legs twitched, lashes fluttering with the beat of your heart.
Kenma just made you cum… with his stupid controller.
What the fuck.
The setter huffed in exhaustion, slipping his digit out and placing the vibration of his device to the side of the bed. It was clear the poor boy was lacking in stamina (not sure from what workout… the boy barely moved his body); his shoulders slumped, head tilted and eyes lazily fixated on the swell of your clit. Really, there didn’t seem to be much room for sex with the way he held himself. Which meant you were fully prepared for the two of you to slip into an elated slumber — the uncomfortable conversation around these explicit acts paused until the morning. Well, until Kozume spoke back up. “Wanna get on top?”
“Huh?”
“If I’m on top, the bed will creak too much.” While that declaration was partially true; his decision seemed to teeter based more so on the notion of movement. With you fully in control, the most Kenma needed to do was guide you with his hands. An easy set-up for the tired gamer.
Plus, if he spilled too early, he could always just blame it on your profound technique in riding.
Though, you didn’t really give a fuck who was on top. All that mattered was the idea of Kozume deep within you, pounding against your walls until tears spilled: The driving factor in what allowed you to overcome the tightness of your muscles from the first orgasm. You crawled forward, following the boy who positioned himself neatly against his pillows, hands fumbling to get the waistband of his sweats down to his thighs.
And truthfully, you weren’t really sure what to expect. I mean, you had never really contemplated his size; nor did you ever contemplate the look. The remnants of imagined pleasure came from the idea of how good it would feel. So, when his cock sprang free, slapping taut against his stomach, did your mouth hang agape slightly. The 5 foot 10 inch setter was carrying something a bit… bigger… not to mention curved.
You leaned forwards, head tilted at the sight of a single vein protruded along the underside of his shaft, running upwards until it reached his reddened tip. It was crazy. How flushed the poor gamer was.
“Uh, why are you looking so intensely?”
You peered up, observing Kenma’s frowned expression towards your inquisitive stare (yeah, you probably shouldn’t have done that — weirdo). “Sorry.”
He huffed in response, reaching his palms outwards until it met the curve of your waist. And for a brief moment, Kenma had decidedly poured his last remaining energy into a single pull - tugging you closer until you hovered over his lap.
Your hand found its way below your body, the edge of your palm wrapping loosely around the base of his cock. He shuddered from the touch, hips bucking upwards to create a sliver of friction between each other’s skin. Yet… you hesitated: Your body stayed held, keeping Kenma’s dick distanced from your entrance.
You were eager, that was certain. But even with the rush of blood and heightened lust, there was this gnawing feeling; a sense of dread over the what-ifs. Not to mention Kozume’s lack of experience… surely he was a virgin.
And after all this time, did Kenma really want to experience his first moment of intimacy with Kuroo snoring on the floor?
“Kenma, are you—”
“Please,” Kozume’s voice broke softly around the edges. And, if you didn’t know any better, it almost seemed as though the setter was pleading. His cheeks were puffed out, narrowed eyes widened in need, and his lower lip was pushed forward. “I’m sure about this. Just,” the poor boy looked as though he was on the verge of a sob. “Hurry.”
His grip around your waist tightened, a soft gesture of assurance that he was in fact ready. You nodded at the setter beneath you, the lower half of your body sinking downwards until his swollen tip penetrated the first few centimeters of your walls. “Fuck.” Your tissue was gripping him like a vice, sucking the boy in greedily to elicit a rupture of groans from his throat. “Didn’t realize, fuckfuckfuck, you’d feel even tighter.” His indifferent demeanor had officially cracked. And badly. Even his grunts were growing louder, hips thrusting upwards from impatience towards your slow pace in taking him in fully.
Yet the quickened stretch was agonizing — his single digit wholeheartedly underpreparing you for what was stored in his pants. All the affliction did was cause a string of whimpers… but holy shit was he was going to lose it. Even his dick throbbed within you: a new wave of euphoria flickered from your warped expressions and pitched whines.
His hands grasped tighter at that revelation, allowing the supple of your skin to spill slightly between his fingers; an action that surely would present future bruises. But you ignored the dig of his nails, trailing your palms upwards until it pressed against his clothed chest, seeking comfort in his body once your pelvis connected with his.
Though the pain didn't diminish; the sting within your body prevalent even in stillness. So, you dragged in a deep breath, fingers curling into his hoodie before rutting your hips back upwards to set a slow pace.
“Wait, stop.” Kenma’s grasp was quick to tug you back down, a flurry of whimpers following suit of every exhale. Shit… was he changing his mind? No — that didn’t seem likely. Maybe you went too quick, your tightened tissue causing rough friction instead of pleasure. “Im going to cum if you keep moving.”
In hindsight, Kenma probably should’ve closed his eyes instead. Because the moment his eyeline made its way across you; flushed cheeks, wrinkled top, ass seeping through his fingers while your cunt fluttered around his cock, he came. “Fuck im so s-sorry i-i couldn’t,” his words were meshed with groans, hips bucking and thrusting through his own high as he throbbed within you, the thick of his seed painting your insides. “You felt too good… ohmygod. Next time… i’ll, nghh, last l-longer.”
Did he just say… next time?
You parted your mouth, a mountain of queries waiting at the tip of your tongue to be shared with the boy beneath you. Though it appeared his friend had beaten you to the punch, a pair of hazel eyes perked above the bedside. “I was going to remain silent, but I’m a little fucking annoyed. Didn’t I say not to do anything fun without me?”
