Em (she/her) 25 did i mention i love kuroo? kuroo fucking tetsurō? (requests are open🖤🧡--kuroo, kenma, suna, atsumu, osamu, bokuto, akaashi, oikawa, iwaizumi,) ushijima
a/n: i dont know if slap ass friday was a thing outside of the u.s. schooling system or the area i live in or not but basically a lot of people in the middle school would just participate in slapping their friends asses. or boys would do it to try and get girls attention (gross to think back about this and think its normal) but in these scenarios, these are actual couples and consent is involved except for suna’s. I thought i would make them into a highschool age type
word count: ~1k
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warnings: suggestive content, spanking, kissing, sexual harassment-minimal in suna’s
Part 1, Part 2
・❥・ Bokuto Koutaro ・❥・
“KOUU!! This is the third time today! I’m pretty sure I feel welts starting to form,” you yelled and turned towards him, looking at him with playful, sad eyes. You jutted your bottom lip out in a slight pout. Your ass was stinging from the intense mark your boyfriend, Bokuto, had just left. He grabbed your hands and pulled them around his waist, just before doing the same to yours. Bokuto had rested his hands at the top curve of your butt, his thumbs giving you light traces right above your skirt’s waistline. His arms held you close, and the sandalwood and citrus aroma of his cologne smelled divine. His golden eyes held your gaze with nothing but pure love—one of the many traits about him that you gravitated toward and loved instantly.
He leaned into your ear with a smirk on his face. "Oh, please, we both know you like it, baby. Don’t even bother denying it.” He gave a quick glance around to make sure no one was watching before slipping his hand under your skirt. Quickly giving you a wet neck kiss while gently grabbing the cheek he just slapped. “I love you, Bunny-chan,” he said, kissing your cheek. You slapped his ass back before he could walk to his next class, smirking at his faux-shocked face.
・❥・ Kozume Kenma ・❥・
Kenma, you, and Kuroo stood in the corner of the gym, teammates scattered across the floor. Practice had just ended, and you were all getting ready to leave. Kenma's eyes fixed on his switch. The sound of playful slaps and laughter filled the air as his teammates participated in the weekly tradition. Normally, he would not include himself, but since dating you, he’d been thinking it’d be funny to surprise you by doing so.
You were engrossed in conversation with Kuroo, not minding the loudness around you—you were used to it by now. Kenma glanced up briefly, noticing the playful atmosphere around him. Without tearing his eyes from his game, he smirked slightly and decided to join in on the fun.
In one swift motion, he reached out and gave you a playful slap on the ass. The sound could be heard from the other side of the gym. It made you jump and turn to him, eyes wide with surprise.
“Kenma! You could’ve politely asked for my attention instead,” you said, smirking at him.
Kenma’s focus was already back on his game, shrugging, “I’m participating in the weekly tradition.” A smirk formed on his face, matching your energy.
You laughed in response, shaking your head, clearly amused. “Warn me next time, will you?” you teased back.
Kenma diverted his attention from his game, locking eyes with you, his golden brown gaze unwavering. “Where’s the fun in that?”
You and Kuroo had laughed, not expecting this mischievousness from Kenma. Even with his quiet, reserved way, he could still be a part of the fun—and maybe even surprise you once in a while.
・❥・ Kuroo Tetsuro ・❥・
You and Kuroo had always had a playful relationship with each other, often teasing each other in fun, light-hearted ways. Knowing what today was, you were going to take full advantage of the tradition. Today’s mission was to catch Kuroo off guard as many times as you could.
Throughout the day, you managed to sneakily slap Kuroo’s ass in various scenarios—between classes, during lunch, even during practice. Every time, he would react with a mix of surprise and amusement. When you ended up doing it in front of his teammates, they would all chuckle at the playful exchange between their captain and you.
Kuroo, being the mischievous strategist he is, pretends to be unfazed, plotting his perfect moment for revenge. As the day progressed, you had gotten a few more slaps in, leaving Kuroo with a smirk on his face as he bided his time.
It was the end of the school day, and Kuroo and you were both packing up your things and preparing to head home for the weekend. Kuroo had walked you home like normal, laughing and chatting as always. You had felt successful and triumphant from your considered “wins” of the day. When you both reached your home, you turned to say goodbye, thinking you had gotten away with it.
In that moment, Kuroo had slapped your butt swiftly, catching you completely off guard. You gasped and then laughed, “Oh my god, Tetsu!” now realizing you underestimated his timing. He grinned at you, leaning in to whisper, “Turnabout’s a fair play, babe.” Kissing your cheek and starting the walk back to his own home.
・❥・ Suna Rintarou ・❥・
You and Suna had been dating for a while now, but one of your classmates, Kenji, made it seem like he was oblivious to the fact. He wouldn’t take the hint, and it was right in front of his face. Even after telling him that you were with him, he was still persistent with his flirting and inappropriate advances.
During a break in between classes, you had been chatting with a group of friends. Kenji had seen you talking to them, thinking it would be the perfect moment to try his luck again and smack your rear. You were visibly uncomfortable and annoyed. Unbeknownst to Kenji, Suna and his teammates had observed the incident.
Suna, known for his calm demeanor but sharp tongue when provoked, had stepped in. He calmly walks over with his teammates behind him, walking tall and intimidating. With a piercing gaze, Suna firmly tells Kenji to back off and to respect your boundaries. Kenji was taken aback by your boyfriend’s assertiveness. He tried stuttering off excuses before Suna’s teammates reinforced his warning with their presence.
Kenji closed his mouth, realizing he crossed a line he shouldn’t have. His face was turning red from embarrassment and humiliation. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” he said, walking away quickly with his head down. You were grateful for Suna’s intervention, you thanked him with a relieved smile. Suna reassured you that he would always have your back, no matter what.
IN WHICH — you drunkenly give your number to atsumu, who then refuses to let you go
EXTRA — swearing, suggestive jokes, somewhat fluff, mentions of alcohol & sex, college au, lowkey mean reader, down bad atsumu
A/N — filler post while i work on my requests 🧘♀️ this is so rushed and bad im so sorry LMFAOO
cameos: navi (@milkbread11), joan (@/faengelofilum), cass (@imallamaninjaistg), nique (@/showhay)
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timeskip!bestfriend!kuroo decides to steal a lazy morning with you to tell you how he feels instead of using his words like a normal person. death to the situationship!
cw: some dumb chem/space references, HELLA FLUFFY <3 + HAPPY ENDING
kuroo tetsuro memorized what neutrinos were because of the way the sun touched your skin. trillions of them passed through you every moment, and with the sheer curtains open on this particular morning, he wished he was one of them.
kuroo liked to consider himself a man of logic; after all, he used the same approach for volleyball as he did when dealing with the japan volleyball association. he (whether subconsciously or not) analyzed what existed and made decisions that worked.
that's why he was captain. that's why he'd been scheduled for a promotion (though he'd been sworn to secrecy — he wasn't supposed to know that).
it was also why he couldn't, for the life of him, figure out what to do about you.
for the longest time, nothing about you fit his internal model. he could flirt, and you flirt back. he could feel like he was drowning and you'd drag him back to dry land. he could smile and decide to spend all his time with you and lose sight of you for months, only to, like magic, fall into your orbit yet again.
if all humans were carbon-based lifeforms, he reckoned the two of you came from the core of the same dying star.
"tetsu," you murmured, a hand reaching out to touch his chest. your eyes fluttered open, welcoming in the son and presumably the sight of him with an atrocious bedhead and a face that looked like he was gone for you.
he was. not that you'd noticed.
"good morning," he smirked, doing everything to ignore the feeling of you so close. this was always the issue. you'd come over. stay the night. talk about everything and anything til sunrise, only to fall asleep in his sheets.
then you'd wake like an angel, and he'd be left to deal with the damage.
how much more of this could he take?
"you're thinking," you frowned, pushing a finger of yours between his eyebrows. "you get a little crease right there. what's wrong?"
he paused for a moment, the blood rushing hot in his veins. the sheets had slipped ever so slightly, exposing the bare skin of your shoulders. he wondered, if just for a moment, what it might feel like to trace that with his lips.
"you trust me," he said, almost against his will, hands reaching to tug you in by your waist. you were made for him, or at least, that's what it felt like. your limbs melted into his like butter, his perfect puzzle piece. "right?"
his lips traced the shell of your ear, the gentle plush of them sending a shiver down your spine. you involuntarily clutched his shirt, feeling the flush on your face. "tetsu...what are you doing?"
"just answer the question," he said, hand sliding up the curve of your waist. he placed another chaste kiss to the shell over your ear before sliding his hand down to your thighs.
"where is this coming from?" you asked almost breathlessly, doing nothing to stop him. his hand, warm and calloused from years of sports, traced the plush of your thighs like it was something precious.
kuroo paused, his eyes boring into your own. he drew a dumb smiley face on your thigh before moving to rest his head on top of yours. the warmth of his body flooded through you instantly, and you gravitated towards him like a cat who’d found its favorite patch of sun.
“this is what i want,” he said simply, his free hand coming to cup your head against his chest. “this is exactly what i’d like to be doing.
“we’re doing the thing,” you giggled. “you’re speaking nonsense.”
“do you intentionally make my life hard?” he mumbled into your head, placing what you think is a chaste kiss on top of it. you felt precious. loved. warm and fuzzy in a way you had no business being.
you’d wanted him for months now…maybe even years. if there was even the possibility he felt the same….
“i want these mornings with you all the time,” he sighed. “i want to wake you and be yours.”
your heart skipped a beat.
“so we can go out to dinner once i get my promotion….a date. a real date. in the romantic way.”
you smiled into his chest, looking up to see his flushed cheeks. “you mean that?”
he nodded, tracing a big fat heart into the sensitive skin of your thigh.
you shivered, fully prepared to kiss him before you began to giggle.
“what’s funny?” he huffed. “that was so romantic!”
“you’re getting a promotion? i thought if you knew about that, you weren’t supposed to say anything.”
“hey, m’talking to yoouuu,” he poked your temple, trying to snap you out of your dazed expression.
at this point the weed was making your surroundings of the night-laid park feel far and irrelevant — the only thing that mattered was trying to bring your heart rate down to a normal pace.
you couldn’t tell if that was from the weed or your boyfriend’s proximity with you.
“sorry,” you mumble, coughing and clearing your throat.
“that high already?” he hummed, taking a small drag of the joint between his fingers. he leaned back slightly on the bench you two sat on.
the exhaled smoke billowed out into the breezy night air, traveling to tickle at your flushed face.
“tsk,” you scoff. truthfully because it was the only sound you could make without it feeling like your mind was going to combust.
“well, was just talking about another thing the twins did,” he said, pupils directed straight at you. “you probably don’t care about that though, hm?”
“w-what?” you stammer, your mind fuzzy. “nono. i care.”
suna snorted, turning his face more towards you, the corners of his eyes visibly crinkling in amusement. “you’re very high, you know.”
“m’not. . .” you mumble, your laboured breathing giving you away.
suna chuckled, the noise sending a twinkling sensation up and along your body. so handsome . . .
he shifted his body more to face you, leaning in close. “you know what could maybe help?” his voice was low, soft. “a warm, gushy kiss.”
your nose scrunched from his wording, your heart scratching at your throat. “gushy? ew!”
“mhm. what’s funny?”
blink. blink.
“mmnnn . . . oh — uhm, nothing,” you murmur, taken aback at his defiant seriousness. your eyes were unfocused and dazed.
he smiled. his eyes were low and fuzzy with his high, and his cheeks and nose were slightly brushed with a red hue.
“good.” he stubbed out the remainder of the joint, merely a roach at this point. he let it drop from his slightly twitchy fingertips.
then — he leaned further in and planted a soft peck on your lips, the touch undeniably light and fleeting.
you quickly lean into it, feeling his soft lips nuzzling against yours. instinctively, you part your already saliva-sheened lips. and when his tongue slowly snaked its way past, you felt an overwhelming fluttering sensation in every pulse point of your body.
kissing when high felt electrifying.
your thighs squeezed together automatically, your mind absolutely suffocating from the tickling and wet feeling of suna’s tongue soaking the ridges of your mouth.
gushy. it is gushy.
“mmmnnn,” suna groaned appreciatively, the sound vibrating inside of you.
he pulled back, a thread of saliva roping the two of you together. when he spoke, the thread dissolved. “well? feel better now?”
you only gaze right at him, your eyes wide and lips still parted. you were paralyzed — starstruck.
suna raised his eyebrows imperceptibly. “what? y’just want more now?”
— ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢
၊၊||၊ ♪⊹ - a walk across the rooftops by the blue nile
He’s gotta have just a few more minutes alone with you.
One more hug, another lingering kiss, just one more excuse to crowd into your space until whatever time you had left is long forgotten.
It doesn’t even matter what it is anymore.
Team dinners, birthdays, movie dates, reservations. You’ve officially become that couple people purposely give the wrong time to.
Because somehow, every damn time, Bokuto ends up trapping you in the hallway with a stupid grin while pressing dramatic, messy kisses all over your face and neck.
“Bo,” you whine between kisses, “We promised we’d be on time today”
His chin drops to your shoulder immediately, “You look really good” he murmurs, nose nudging against your neck.
You feel your cheeks heat up, stomach still twisting despite yourself, “Bo-“
He starts kissing a trail down your neck, big hands somehow pulling you even closer.
You breathe hitches in your throat, all fight quickly leaving your body as he kisses down your collarbones.
“There she is,” he says quietly, real smug and pleased with himself, eyes glimmering with something dangerously amused.
You shove weakly at his chest, “C’mon, the boys are waiting-“
He barely moves. Just glances up at you with droopy eyes before leaning in again and dropping one last lingering kiss to your collarbone.
Suddenly, he nips at your skin, just enough to sting a little, small gasp slipping out.
“Hey-“
He cuts you off with a heavy, slow kiss. Like he’s got nowhere to be, like time just stopped here, with you.
You can’t help but melt into it, his hands settled at your waist, pulling you in like it’s just instinct.
When he finally pulls back, he’s grinning.
You blink at him, almost a little dazed, “…You did that on purpose” you mutter.
He grins, looking way too damn proud, “C’mon,” he says, already pulling his keys out, “We gotta go now”.
Then he pauses at the doorway, looks back at your dazed little expression and messed up hair and immediately walks back over, “Just one more kiss” he murmurs, grinning.
ੈ✩‧₊˚ not even sex can stop him from being a huge nerd
your laptop sat open on the desk, half-forgotten as your fingers trembled over the keyboard. the assignment deadline loomed, but it was really hard to focus when your boyfriend was buried between your thighs, lapping at you with slow, deliberate strokes.
kuroo had been at it for at least twenty minutes, taking his sweet time, letting the occasional deep groan vibrate against your pussy just to watch you squirm. he was always like this—half a menace, half a worshipper—dragging you right to the edge only to pull back and start over. it was infuriating.
you bit your lip, trying to stay somewhat composed, your hips shifting toward his mouth as he sucked your clit between his lips and rolled his tongue against it in that obscene way that made your toes curl. you barely managed to type another sentence before a sharp whimper escaped your throat, and he chuckled—smug bastard.
“mm, getting close?” his voice was muffled, lips brushing against your slick folds.
“y-yeah, so stop—”
but of course, he didn’t stop. he paused. and that was somehow so much worse.
instead of diving back in like a decent boyfriend, he lifted his head slightly, fingers idly tracing patterns against the inside of your thigh. “you know, i read this study the other day about how the female orgasm actually lasts three times longer than the male’s,” he mused, voice far too casual for someone who had his face drenched in your juices. “it has something to do with the way the pelvic muscles contract—”
“tetsu, i swear to fucking god—”
“no, but listen—” he pressed a quick kiss to your clit, as if that would make up for his absolute nonsense. “the average male orgasm lasts about six seconds, right? but for women, it’s closer to twenty. and some women can even have multiple in succession. isn’t that fascinating?”
your entire body twitched with frustration. “tetsurou.”
“what?” he asked, blinking up at you with faux innocence, lips glistening with proof of just how not innocent he was.
“either put that mouth to better use or—”
you barely had a second to brace yourself before he groaned—that deep, gravelly sound that sent heat curling in your belly—and devoured you like he had something to prove. his tongue flicked against your clit, fast and relentless, two fingers pressing inside you with that perfect curl, stroking the exact spot that made your back arch clean off the chair.
you barely had time to suck in a breath before pleasure slammed into you, your entire body trembling as you came with a broken, desperate moan. and he didn’t stop.
“mmh, see?” he mumbled against you, his words vibrating through your overstimulated nerves. “multiple in succession. science is so fucking cool.”
imma be so fr with ya’ll, i was gonna try and plan to post every sunday but i’ve been hyperfocusing reading lately so whenever i’m out of this hyperfocus i’ll get back to posting
also if anyone wants to talk books im so down (if u got recommendations HIT MY LINE lmao)
kuroo tetsurou and you did not have lots of interactions, usually.
so you were more than surprised when he turned to you during chemistry class and looked at you through the tuft of black hair falling into his eyes and let out a string of words that seemingly made no sense to you. his gaze cast away, a certain air of embarrassment hanging in the air when you didn’t answer, and he turned away, mumbling to himself.
“wait, did you just compare me to acid?”
“no, not acid— more like…the reaction is just so explosive, like us— i mean, just us as in people, or like—” he breathed out carefully, and then shook his head at himself, laughter stealing itself to his voice as he rubbed his jaw, “never mind. i already fucked it up.”
now, you were not the brightest person in this world, but you could smell a butchered pick up line from a mile away. and the way kuroo tetsurou rested his chin on the inside of his hand, fingers covering his temple, effectively shielding his face from you, with the faintest of pink covering his ears, told you just how secretly embarrassed he was.
kuroo was cute, you thought.
it didn’t take a miracle for you to come to the conclusion, especially not when you were used to hearing his loud voice boom through the class during the breaks. he was the one trying to keep some class-visiting friends in line, naturally assuming the leading role to hush them down, blissfully unaware at the same amount of loud energy he was returning.
he also didn’t escape you when he tried coaxing his blonde friend to eat more, offering to share his food only to try to bait him into taking it instead, when he got rejected.
you didn’t interact often, but kuroo tetsurou’s presence was hard to miss and the tiny flutter of your heart in response to noticing him hard to ignore.
“so,” you leaned a little over to him, and subconsciously, he had already started to accommodate you, lowering his head to catch your voice, “if you had to guess and we were, say, a chemical compound, would we be stable or unstable?”
his eyes lit up, a sly little look overtaking the embarrassment despite the little blush on his cheeks, and you could see his mouth curving up into a little grin, entirely too comfortable to walk the line between smooth-talking and sounding like the biggest nerd you had the fortunate luck of sharing seats with, “good question. we’d probably be unstable.”
oh.
you already felt your blood rushing to cover your skin in an embarrassed hue of red because you thought you were slick with that one. unstable? humiliating— but then he continued talking.
“but in a good way, you know? like, when two elements are drawn together, even if it’s turbulent. a little bit of controlled chaos makes things exciting, right?”
he looked at you with what was supposed to be a lazy smirk, though it wobbled with slight nervosity. one finger of his tried to brush away his fringe of hair, but the black strands fell back onto his face almost effortlessly. he really was cute, and for a split second you wondered the type of kisser he would be.
“so, like sodium and water?”
“okay, hold,” he held up a hand, trying to keep his expression in check (and failing to do so), “maybe not that exciting. that’s a little too dangerous, though it’s nice to know you like me that much.”
you nudged his shoulder away from you at the cheesiness, body straightening up again and an eye roll escaped you though you were anything but annoyed.
if anything, you were a little charmed by the cowlicked hair, his eyes trained on you and the slight smile that didn’t know whether it should make fun of you or flirt with you.
maybe he could do both.
you then decided to just try your luck because there was no way he tried to actually flirt with you using chemistry if he wasn’t at least the least bit interested, right?
“yeah, yeah. maybe you should teach me some of that.”
he stared for a little while, silent and stumped (because it worked? holy—), though when he turned back to look back to the front of the class, you noticed the small, secret movement of him fist pumping the air and the stifled smile threatening to overtake his features.
(after class, you definitely didn’t overhear kuroo tetsurou whisper-yelling that you didn’t deny liking him, only for him to act all cool about it in the same minute.
as if it was only natural for it to happen, he kept flexing his arms and striking ridiculous poses at the prospect that you supposedly were only one hair width away from being wooed by him.
his blonde-haired friend did not seem impressed. at all.)
One thing that Kuroo will do without fail, is smile in between kisses. It can never just be a peck before work because he needs to give you at least two so he can smile against your lips and have an excuse to kiss you properly the next one. One thing he loves about smiling against your lips is that it is almost guaranteed that you will end up smiling too.
When you messaged Suna to ask if he could send you a video of Atsumu for a friend, the side of his lip lifted in a little scowl. He considered it for a second before sending you a video of Atsumu sneezing into his towel at a volleyball game, before handing it to Osamu for him to unknowingly rub his face with it.
Suna watched from across the cafeteria as you frowned, leaning away from your phone screen in disgust as you watched the video. It made a small laugh huff between his lips as he tried to hold back the satisfied smile.
From y/n: I can’t send this to her?? she’s head over heels for that piss-head
From Suna: oh it’s actually for your friend
With an ungraceful sound of realisation that you were in fact asking for a friend and not just using it as a cheeky excuse, Suna glanced at Atsumu who was currently stuffing his face with onigiri, his cheeks covered in stray rice as he talked while chewing.
From Suna: he doesn’t have any good angles tho, you’re on your own
And he thrived in the way you found his eyes across the room to hit him with a glare because at least you weren’t the one crushing on the twin. Even if you were, his video planted enough doubt in the Miya genes to last until he finally asked you out. Crisis averted.
I've fallen ill and will be taking a bit longer on the requests for my event, so have this drabble in the meantime<3
a/n: had to continue this series with some of my other faves. there's an explanation to this idea in my author notes in part 1 if you haven't already read. masterlist still currently in the works, currently trying to post every sunday
word count: 1223
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warnings: suggestive content, spanking
Part 1, Part 2
・❥・Miya Atsumu ・❥・
The sharp squeak of sneakers against the gym floor grew louder as you stepped inside, each stride bringing you closer to the volleyball court, minding your own business. Out of nowhere, a sharp smack stung your backside, making you yelp in surprise. Whipping around, you found your boyfriend, Atsumu, standing a few feet away, hands on his hips and a wide, toothy grin stretched across his face.
"Miya Atsumu!" you barked, glaring daggers at him as your face burned. Your face twitched slightly as you tried to hold back the smile threatening to creep in.
"Relax, darlin'!'' he said, holding his hands up in mock innocence. "It's slap ass Friday! I can't not participate in the tradition, especially if my girlfriend is caked up like the baddie she is," he winked.
"That is not an excuse!" you snapped, now smiling as you marched toward him.
"C'mon, it was just a lil' tap!" he teased, laughing as he sidestepped your attempt to hit his ass back. "Ain't my fault ya got such a smackable—"
"Finish that sentence, and I'll make sure you don't forget what Friday's are all about," you warned, cutting him off.
Atsumu laughed even harder, backing up as you lunged at him. "Yer cute when yer mad, ya know that?" he called over his shoulder, making a quick retreat toward the entrance of the court.
"Get back here, you coward!"
"Catch me if ya can, babe!" he shouted, jogging away with that infuriating grin plastered on his face, fully enjoying the chase.
You eventually gave up after running up and down the court a few times, panting as he doubled over in laughter. "I hate you," you muttered in between breaths, though the smile tugging at your lips betrayed your words.
"Ya love me," winking again with a wide smile, still completely unrepentant.
・❥・Miya Osamu ・❥・
You were halfway through rearranging your books in your locker when you felt a sharp, unexpected slap on your butt. Spinning around as you held rear end, you found Osamu standing there, munching on a rice ball with his free hand, looking infuriatingly calm.
"Osamu!" you whisper-yelled, your eyes wide as you looked around if anyone else saw. Luckily, no one even had batted an eye.
He glanced at you with a casual raise of his brow, chewing thoughtfully. "What?"
"Don't 'what' me! Did you just—"
"It's Friday," he interrupted, as if that explained everything.
You blinked, your jaw dropping slightly. "That doesn't give you the right to—"
"It's slap ass Friday," he clarified, his tone deadpan, though the faint smirk tugging at his lips gave him away. "Tradition."
You exhaled sharply, pressing your fingers to your temples. "Unbelievable."
Osamu leaned against the lockers beside you, leaning towards you, watching your reaction with quiet amusement. "You're not that mad though, are ya?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.
"Don't push your luck, 'Samu," you muttered, though your cheeks burned at his smirk.
He let out a quiet chuckle, his voice dipping even lower as he leaned in more, mere centimeters from your lips. "Guess I'll be seein' ya next Friday."
・❥・Iwaizumi Hajime ・❥・
You were lazily scrolling through your phone while walking to your next period, completely oblivious to the sharp-eyed boy trailing behind you.
Iwaizumi had been watching you from a few paces back, the faintest smirk playing on his lips. It was Friday after all, and he had an opportunity too perfect to pass up.
Just as you rounded the corner near the lockers, you felt it: a sudden spank on your butt that had you freezing mid-step. The sting barely registered before you spun around, your eyes wide with a mix of shock and indignation.
He stood frozen a few feet away, his hand still raised as if caught in the act. His smirk immediately gave way to panic as he saw the fire in your eyes. "W-what? It's slap ass Friday babe!" he blurted out, already stepping back defensively.
"Excuse me?!" you huffed, crossing your arms. "What makes you think you get a free pass to do that?!"
He groaned, his free hand shooting to the back of his neck as he avoided your glare. "You literally said it was fine last time," he muttered under his breath, a faint blush creeping across his cheeks.
You raised an eyebrow. "I said it was fine with a warning! Not—" You gestured to wildly at him, "—this ambush!"
"Well, sorry for making it fun," he quipped, but the redness in his face betrayed the cool exterior he was trying to maintain.
"You're impossible." You let out an exasperated sigh, but the corner twitched upward in amusement. He looked like a puppy that had just been scolded for chewing up your shoes.
"Alright, alright," he relented, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "Next time, you'll get a heads up."
"I'll believe it when I see it," you retorted, brushing past him, though the faint smile on your face gave away that you weren't entirely mad.
The following week, you were standing with a group of friends, distracted by conversation. Iwaizumi slid into the seat next to you, casual as ever, but leaned in closer than usual. You turned your head, confused, only for him to murmur two words that sent you into fight-or-flight mode:
"Brace yourself."
"What—"
Before you could finish the question, he was already jogging off, throwing you a grin over his shoulder as you yelled his name loud enough for the entire cafeteria to hear.
It was a game to him now. And while you hated to admit it, you didn't really mind being the target.
・❥・Oikawa Tōru ・❥・
You had just stepped out into the courtyard when you heard someone shout, "Y/N-chan! Watch out!"
Before you could even process the warning, a loud slap echoed across the yard. You gasped at the fiery sting on your ass and turned around to see your boyfriend standing a few feet away, grinning like he’d just won a trophy.
"Tōru!" you shouted, your face burning as a few students nearby snickered.
"Babe, it's slap ass Friday you know!" he said dramatically, pointing at you like he'd just revealed some universal truth.
"Who even made up this stupid rule?!" you shot back, taking a step toward him, your glare promising revenge.
"You're wasting time yelling when you should be chasing me!" he teased, already jogging backward with that signature smirk plastered on his face.
"Come back here, you absolute ass!" you yelled, immediately taking off after him. He darted through the crowd with skillful footwork, weaving between classmates and laughing loudly every time you got close.
When you finally cornered him near the vending machines, you were panting and fuming. Oikawa held up his hands in surrender, still smirking. "Alright, alright, I admit it—I deserved to be chased. But you can't deny that was a perfect hit."
"Oh, I can deny it," you huffed, reaching out to smack his shoulder. He dodged at the last second, laughing as you glared at him.
"Don't be mad, Y/N-chan," he said, leaning in with an overly sweet smile. "It's all in good fun, right?"
"You're lucky I don't trip you next time, Tōru," you muttered, though a small grin tugged at your lips.
"Next time?" he echoed, grinning wider. "Does that mean you're already looking forward to next Friday?"
