Haikyuu Oneshots

THE GAME HE PLAYS

this was originally a rewrite from a fic I posted on ao3 and decided to put it here 🫶

warning; pretty graphic smut i'd say

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"I hate you so much, you're such a fuck-ing ah..!"

kuroo only hums, fingers still rubbing on top of kenma's still underwear-covered (that underwear being kuroo's) clit, "of course, you do angel."

"do not fucking call me that- shit!" kenma whines loudly, his back arched and his legs shaking, "oh my fucking- tetsurō-"

kuroo grinned widely, "'tetsurō' huh?" he slapped his thigh three times, "stop moving."

a moan drags out of kenma's throat but he stills for a second

kuroo basks in the pride of having kenma laying on his stomach across his lap with kuroo's fingers on his sex. the pride he feels from making kenma swallow his words even if it's just for a couple seconds before he's back to being a quick-witted brat. the pride of eventually putting that brat in his place permanently

kenma groaning loudly into the mattress of their bed pulls kuroo out of his thoughts

"fucking hell- kuro!"

kuroo huffs out a small laugh, "what happened to 'tetsurō?'"

"stop it!" kenma's legs kick out and he attempts to squirm out of kuroo's lap, "fuck you. you're such a shitbag, quit touching me!" sighing, kuroo subtly rolls his eyes and lets his hand fall from his boyfriend, "you're so vulgar. it's not cute, y'know?"

kenma lifts himself off of kuroo's lap and bit back the wince, a wince that kuroo didn't miss, one that he smirks at, that came from his burning behind making contact with the soft sheets of their bed, he doesn't bother swinging his legs off kuroo's lap

"i wasn't cute in the first place."

"i beg to differ."

kenma closes his eyes and inhales sharply, "i feel like you're fucking with me on purpose."

"yeah?" kuroo feigns the most realistic, fake sympathetic smile he can, "what are you gonna do about it, kenma?"

kenma bit his lip at the way kuroo said his name, his breathing visibly getting shorter

asshole, he knows what he's doing

"kuro-"

"hm?" kuroo tilted his head innocently, "what is it, pretty?"

kenma knew the sweet sweet saccharine tone was misleading and the only thing that would come out of it was hell. he did. he knew that. but it was so hard to keep his arousal at bay.

getting so lost in his own head, kuroo managed to slip his fingers between his legs and back against kenma's crotch, not moving them and still smiling as if he hadn't a care in the world. well, to be fair, most of this did only affect kenma so.

"why are you glaring at me? quit acting like you didn't willingly bring this upon yourself." kuroo gently trailed his fingers up and down the younger's back with his other hand.

kenma gasped and gripped the fabric of kuroo's volleyball shorts that he still hadn't changed out of, "tetsurō- agh..- asshole, stop.."

kenma goes ignored for the sake of kuroo burying his face in his shoulder

"and punching one of your teammates for no reason makes you the not-asshole?" he nips and licks at kenma's pale skin lightly, causing him to squirm and gasp louder.