Kuroo had only wanted a little kissing that afternoon and had even been the one to wrap it up for the night, insisting on walking you home without any extra strings attached.
The way he was commanding yet controlled in his actions left you wide open and yearning. You desperately wanted complete control of him and his emotions but he was to cool and collected for that.
He occupied your thoughts for the rest of the night and into the next morning. You couldn’t wait to see him at school and promised yourself you would be as irresistibly cheeky as possible.
That morning you were putting your books into your locker from your bag when you heard a group of people approaching.
Looking up and to your left you saw it was the Nekoma boys volleyball team, all coming in as a group with Kuroo, aka, Captain Sexy, leading the team at the front, bag slung casually over the left shoulder which he held with his left hand, right hand in pocket.
You groaned internally with sexual frustration at just how fucking HOT he looked, your eyes travelling from his face down his body then back up again.
Biting your bottom lip, you tore your eyes away from his approaching form, smirking as you looked back into your locker.
“fucking fuckity fuck! It is NOT fair for him to look so fucking edible right now!”
As you were deep in thought about how much you wanted to just drag your nails down his back as he drilled into you, your fantasy was rudely interrupted by a hand appearing beside your head as you remained facing your locker, slapping onto the locker door beside your locker lightly.
You jumped slightly and went to turn your head to look over your shoulder to see who the owner of the kabedon was, but a face, held extremely close to your ear, stopped you from looking all the way around.
“I saw you looking.” The voice said deeply, the owners lips only [just] brushing the tip of your ear.
You focused into the peripherals of your sight to see who it was and smirked when you realized it was Kuroo.
“And?” You jeered playfully, acting like you didn’t care that you had been caught checking him out.
“And I think you and I need to see each other later.” He said again lowly with a chuckle, his hot breath on your neck causing your heart rate to sky rocket and the heat gather between your thighs.
“But what if I’m busy?” You replied as calmly as you could muster, still with head slightly turned towards him.
He let out a cheeky raspy chuckle and lowered his head slightly, allowing his nose and lips to trace just gently under your ear.
“I’ll see you after last class, Y/N.” He said softly in a seductive tone as he pushed off the locker and strode off down the hall. Not even looking back at you.
Your eyes had fluttered shut the instant his nose and lips had nuzzled you ever so lightly and your knees buckled slightly from the intense sexual tension that had suddenly been ignited by his words and actions.
You felt like you must have looked pretty stupid as you stood there pushing your thighs together to try and hold yourself up while gripping onto the locker door.
When you had regained your composure you took a deep breath in and pulled your books out for the first class of the morning and closed the locker door.
It was then that you realized there was a line of girls staring jealously at you from their lockers as they had witnessed the whole interaction between Kuroo and you, wishing it had been them that had been trapped between their locker and Kuroo’s perfectly sculpted body.
You cackled manically internally and shot them all an ‘eat shit’ grin before tucking the books for first class under one arm and raising the middle finger at them all as you casually walked backwards and then spun and headed off for the start of your school day.
The whole day Kuroo was on your mind again, all the things you wanted him to do to you, all the things [you] wanted to do to him. The possibility were endless.
At the end of your last class you tried to control your excitement as you walked out of the room and down the hall to the lockers.
Grabbing your bag and throwing a few necessities in for homework that night you quickly left the building and made your way to the gym.
“wait am thinking too much into this? Is it going to be really weird for me to just turn up at the gym? What if he wasn’t serious? He SOUNDED pretty darn serious!”
You continued to allow the two voices in your head to battle it out as you walked towards the doors.
Nearing the gymnasium you could hear the boys inside practicing and your heart started pounding as you entered the doors.
Kuroo looked up as you walked in and your eyes met.
He smirked and gave you a wink before resuming his calls to his teammates and you looked around for somewhere to sit while you waited.
The bench looked inviting enough and you sauntered over and plopped down, dropping your bag beside your leg, leaning forwards with hands on bench either side of you; to watch your crush play.
The rest of the boys kept glancing at you curiously but none of them knew about you and Kuroo yet so you just gave them an innocent look and kept your eyes trained on the captain.
As soon as practice was over the boys left to get changed and Kuroo jogged over to you, leaning down with his hands placed gently on top of yours either side of you on the bench. His sweaty face inches from yours.
Usually a sweaty boy all up in your face would make you want to gag but he smelled amazing and you didn’t know if it was his male pheromones or his deodorant but you wanted to yank your skirt up right there and then and demand he take you.
“I’m glad you decided to come miss Y/N.” He said lowly, “I’d be lying if I said you hadn’t been on my mind all day.”
“That makes two of us.” You shot back, your gaze holding his as the sexual tension built between you two.
“Gimme a minute and I’ll be back.” He said as he pushed back off the bench. No kiss, no other contact other that his hands touching yours.
“Is he doing this deliberately? Is he [trying] to make me go insane from the torture of his lack of touch? IT’S MAKING ME WANT HIM SO MUCH MORE NOW, DAMN IT!” You screamed internally as a frustrated scowl crossed your face.
You sat there waiting (im)patiently for him to return but how were things going to go once he returned? Was he going to just come at you or warm you up first.
The anticipation was killing you.