Really Fake Chapter 42: The Next Day…

Later that morning, Kuroo left to head back home and get changed for school, and you got ready at your place, smiling to yourself about how your weekend had ended on a high note.

After completing your morning routine you headed out the front door and off down the street, your feet barely touching the ground as you floated to the crossroads ahead.

“Oi!” M/F’s voice called from your usual meeting place, “do you not answer your texts any more? What the fuck? Did you die over the weekend or what?”

“Too soon, M/F,” you called back, “do you have any idea what happened this weekend?”

“I would if you had replied my MESSAGES,” she sassed playfully, popping one hand on her hip, “why? What happened?”

“Ok, first of all, pa is in hospital,” you replied indignantly.

“Oh shit, seriously? I’m so sorry, is he ok?”

“I hope so. He had a stroke.”

“Fuck—,”

“Yeah, and he’s in a coma…”

“Shit, babe… I’m really sorry.” She reached out as you got to her and wrapped her arms around you, her comforting hug making the emotions swirl up inside you again.

“It’s ok,” you mumbled in a quivering voice, “I-I’m ok because Kuroo was with me. We went to his game on Saturday then pa went into hospital Sunday and Kuroo came to get me and—,”

“Did he stay over?”

“Umm… Sunday night, yes…”

“Oh my god!” M/F exclaimed, ripping your body back from hers and holding you at arms length by the shoulders are she stared at you, “did you guys… do…”

“No! Well?…..” you replied deviously.

She sucked air into her throat, emitting this weird scream-rumble internally as her saucer sized eyes conveyed her shock to you.

“We didn’t… like… you know… do it, but like… he went down on me,” you admitted with a shy look.

Her nails gripped into the tops of your shoulders and you winced with pain.

“Owwww, let go, let go, it’s fine- I’m not pregnant, calm down.”

“Did you go down on him?!” She hissed imperatively.

“Well… yeah?”

More internally generated screaming came from her throat.

“What?” You laughed in confusion, “I’m not 10.”

“You’re a baby! You shouldn’t know how to do those things!”

“I am not a baby!”

“What was he like? What was it like? Is he big?? …He’s huge isn’t he? Oh god, he’s hung… I knew it, I totally knew it.” She said, taking her hands off your shoulders and stamping her foot in affirmation.

“C-Can we not discuss it here?” You sweatdropped, “there are people… around.”

Suddenly you both became aware of the foot traffic around you, some people giving you odd looks.

“Oops, sorry,” she apologized, “but you need to tell me all about it.”

“Later.”

The two of you continued on to school catching up on different things while you walked, then parted ways when you got to the locker room.

“See you at lunch?” she called.

“Yeah,” you replied, smiling as you got to your locker and opened it.

Suddenly a hand wrapping around your waist from behind and a gentle yet firm kiss on the nape of your neck caused you to jump in surprise.

You tried to turn around to see who it was – although you kinda already knew who it was, it could only be one person.

“Good morning, short stack,” Kuroo’s mellow voice greeted your ear.

“We’re at school!” You squeaked with embarrassment, turning around in his arms to find yourself face to face and kabedonned by the captain of the volleyball team.

“Is that supposed to deter me?” he leered, “thank you for last night, by the way…”

“Keep your voice down!!” you hissed with embarrassment.

“You know I like noise,” he whispered in a sexually charged voice as his hands moved from the locker and gripped your sides while he pushed his leg between your thighs.

Kuroo!!” You screeched in a suppressed yet high pitched voice.

“First names only,” he tutted.

“Tit?” you teased as you fought him off you.

“I know a tit that I can grab if you keep running that mouth,” Kuroo leered.

“Touch my boob in public and you will not see the light of day again because I will bury you 6 feet under.”

“In your hometown?” he teased, “your hometown is 6 feet under, isn’t it… Hell?”

“Satan is my father, don’t test me,” you leered.

Just then the bell for school to start rang and Kuroo clicked his tongue with playful frustration.

“Saved by the bell, huh? I’ll be seeing you at lunch then,” he said calmly as he gave you a wink then stepped back and strolled away. No kiss, no nothing… definitely a power move on his part.

With a scowl you turned back to your locker and grabbed the books you needed, then headed for the homeroom class.

……………………………..

It was lunchtime now and you had gotten your food and were waiting at the table outside for M/F to show up, but instead Kuroo walked over and sat down opposite you; making you blush with surprise at having his company.

“Why are you here?” you whispered across to him, “don’t you have your boys to sit with?”

“I’m not allowed to sit with my girlfriend?” he asked with surprise.

“Not when she wants to talk about the size of your dick,” M/F’s voice commented as she caught the tail end of the conversation.

“God,” you whispered, covering your head as if to shelter yourself from the world.

“I’d like to be in on that conversation,” Kuroo replied deviously, “I want to make sure the information shared is accurate.”

“So.” M/F stated as she plopped down beside you and leered across at Kuroo, “I hear you and Y/N got freaky?”

“M/F!” you gasped with embarrassment, “can I die right quick? Please? Someone take me out right now. I don’t want to be here any more!!”

The pair ignored your embarrassed cry and continued to talk over you.

“If by freaky you mean, ‘tasted each other in the best way possible’ then yes, we got freaky.” Kuroo said, his hypnotically gorgeous eyes flicking across to yours and winking at you, making you burn between your thighs as you remembered him eating you out.

You bashed your face onto the table top and M/F jumped.

“You ok?” she chuckled.

“Nooooo,” you wailed.

“She’s just remembering last night,” Kuroo teased candidly, “right, Y/N?”

“Silence, please, both of you, I can’t even hear myself losing the will to live anymore.” you cried.

M/F chuckled then grabbed you in a hug around your neck, yanking you towards herself and squeezing you tightly.

“My baby is growing up~,” she wailed, “I’m so proud of you!”

“Please stop,” you faux sobbed. 

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