one shots of the haikyuu breed {on-going}

Plush

Kenma swayed to the music, eyeing the men around him. He held his hands up, his drink in the air as he danced. At the age of 26, he owned a night club in downtown miami that he inherited from his mother. He had renovated the entire place, and rarely ever actually entered the dance floor due to his minor claustrophobia and anxiety over a stranger molesting him in a crowd. However, this one of those nights were the wild inclinations of humans got the best of him, and he drank the night away and closed up shop when the sun rose. His crop top pushed just off his shoulders and was white and loose except for over his waist where his flowing little shorts met. He had his hair half up in a messy bun and a full face of makeup.

The music pulsed around him, thrumming in his ears and rivaling the beat of his heart. He sang softly beneath his breath as the crowd around him raved to the music. He made sure to have the latest and the greatest songs, for he wouldn't have a lazy dance floor.

This night, he the grand theft and the chainsmokers dj, and it was going fabulously. He sipped on his rosé in his hand as a remix of Don't Let Me Down rocked the walls, and he slipped up through the crowd.

The perks of being small and owning the place was being able to get to the front and into the VIP section with little to no effort at all. He waved his guards down with his drink up ended, and they unhooked the red velvet rope to the front of the stage. A few moments later, he was up by the stage, where he joined the intensity of this particular crowd. He jumped up and down, screaming the words and laughing, as a blonde girl with short hair smiled and grabbed his hand.

They danced side by side, shimmying here and there before the song's beat ended, and transitioned into a slower one for the moment.

"I'm Tanaka!" She yelled, leaning into his ear so kenma could hear.

"call me kenma," he called back, getting another giant grin.

The music shifted into a new song completely, and Kenma smiled brightly. He loved not knowing anybody, he loved how friendly people could be sometimes. He never really socialized until after college, and now he was still quite shy except in situations like these. this was one of his favorite songs.

"i wanna be like kanye, i'll be the king of me always-!"

the crowd's vibrante and the radiant lights gave kenma a liveliness he could find nowhere else. they screamed the chorus to their hearts content with no cares, because, really, who does?

"-do what I want and have it my way all day, like kanye-eah, yeah, yeah!"

The people around him were animals, grinding against one another, kissing and sharing joints with strangers. A dark haired man pushed up next to Tanaka, speaking in her ear. Kenma watched from the corner of his eyes, still dancing to the music. He wondered if the man was her boyfriend. She seemed very exciting and fun, and he himself had a dark and mysterious appearance. That is, until he began hysterically laughing and looked like a total dork. kenma smiled again involuntarily.

as the song progressed, the man inched closer to him, and finally when they were within arms reach the man turned to him.

"i'm kuroo!" he shouted in kenma's ear, smiling broadly.

kenma stood on his tip toes in order to respond in the tall man's ear. "i'm guessing you know my name already, though, right?" he laughed teasingly, and kuroo shrugged.

"maybe, maybe not?"

kenma shook his head, and continued to dance to the song, but this time he grabbed onto kuroo's hand as well as tanaka' sand threw them in the air as the sang their hearts out.

as the song ended there was a pause in the music, which led to a trip up in the crowd's energy, but not for long. kenma knew better, after all he had selected the songs.

If Pirus and Crips all got along, they'd probably gun me down by the end of this song.

The crowd revived immediately, raving to the beat as they went insane.

Seem like the whole city go against me, every time I'm in the street I hear "YAWK! YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!"

every last person, even those who weren't all that inclined to dance, had their hands in the air as they screamed along, and the beat changed completely after a few moments, and the crowd erupted into cheers. kenma laughed, facing kuroo as they made faces and sung to the music.

"man down, where you from, nigga?"
"fuck who you know, where you from my nigga?"
"where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?"
this m.A.A.d city, i run my nigga.

if they had met anywhere else, kenma would have ducked away in order to avoid some sort of conversation but he loved his club. he could be his true self, in the place where alcohol truly brought out the best in people. he could be relaxed and not feel the anxiety of life weighing on him.

the music eventually shifted, going from 'purple lamborghini" to a remix of beyoncé's song 'formation.' tanaka had found a guy for herself, and disappeared among the crowd of swarming bodies, leaving kenma and kuroo to dance with each other.

they slowly got used to each other, kenma's hands at one point snaked around kuroo's neck, and kuroo's hands gripped kenma's ass tightly as they body rolled against one another. kuroo's eyes never left kenma's, their cat like aura burning into the him. the music slowed down and faded out, and they stood sweaty and hot, breathing heavily with their eyes locked.

"okay, okay, alright, now ladies!" the dj picked up the mic walking away from his spin table. the crowd responded vigorously. "are you ready to be dirrrty?" he asked, and the crowd roared again. "grab you a man, whichever one you please, and get ready..." the music started up again, the familiar tune of 'panoramic' began, and kenma spun around, pressing against kuroo.

kuroo hissed under his breath in amazement as kenma moved to the beat, grinding his ass against kuroo. he rolled his hips, rubbing circular motions into kuroo, giggling drunkenly. he took a small step forward, breaking free of kuroo's shaking hands. he shook what his mama gave him, twerking in his soft little shorts, which allowed his ass to move like no other. he glanced over his shoulder at kuroo, a faint blush painting his face with pouty lips. kuroo grabbed his forearm, pulling him into a standing position. he lifted kenma, their lips crashing together as kenma's legs wrapped around kuroo's waist.

they lost themselves in this earth shattering kiss, and kenma didn't mind messing kuroo's hair up even more.

alas, he felt a small tap in his shoulder, and someone calling his name. when kenma finally relinquished kuroo's hungry lips, he saw semi eita, with his arms crossed. he kept his eyes diverted, and his face was red.

"semisemi!" kenma hysterically giggled.

"gah! i hate when you're drunk.. far to much like tendou..." semi scowled, grabbing him by the hand. "we have a problem that you need to address."

semi began to drag him away, but kuroo somehow managed to catch him by the wrist, and squeezed through the crowd following them for a moment. "will i see you again?" he yelled out, dismay coating his features.

"god, i hope so." kenma smiled, and then kuroo was lost in the sea of people.

A/N: Haha sorry it's shitty but it's based off my experience at the concert this weekend thank you