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Unplanned, But Perfectly Played (Kuroo x Reader)

Fluff, Fluff everywhere. Hope you enjoy :3

Summary: While trying to find a bathroom in the massive city arena, you accidentally stumbled right into a certain well-known, black-haired man. What happened next? You impressed him in a way no one ever had—by verbally nuking the rude German representative on the other end of his call like a one-woman diplomatic explosion.

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With wide, sparkling eyes, you stepped into the grand Tokyo arena, heart pounding with excitement. You were finally here—and it couldn’t have been more perfect. Your dream had come true, and honestly, it still didn’t feel real.

Your mouth hung slightly open as you walked further into the massive space, weaving through crowds of people grabbing snacks or heading toward their seats. The atmosphere was electric—buzzing with energy, laughter, and anticipation.

After a long debate, you’d finally made the leap to move to Japan. Everyone had told you how difficult it would be, how risky, how far from home—but you did it anyway. And so far, you hadn’t regretted a single thing.

The city was huge and always alive. You loved volleyball, and Japan had some of the best teams in the world. So once you settled into your new apartment—conveniently close to the arena—you booked yourself a ticket the second you could.

And now here you were.

Excitement was practically buzzing through your bones as you made your way over to the food stands, ready to grab something before finding your seat.

There was just one small problem: You really needed to pee.

So you headed off into the maze-like hallways in search of a bathroom… and quickly realized it was like trying to find a secret boss level in a video game. The signs on the walls weren’t helping at all, and the further you wandered, the more lost you felt.

The big volleyball arena had become a labyrinth—and you were stuck in it, hunting down a toilet like it was your life’s mission.

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The big volleyball arena had become a labyrinth—and you were stuck in it, hunting down a toilet like it was your life’s mission.

You paused at another intersection of hallways, still no bathroom sign in sight. You were starting to think you’d accidentally walked into the athlete-only section or a secret underground volleyball society or something.

With a sigh, you muttered under your breath, „Ich schwöre, wenn ich nicht bald ein Klo finde, piss ich einfach in einen Pappbecher.“ (I swear, if I don’t find a bathroom soon, I’m just gonna pee in a paper cup.)

You chuckled to yourself bitterly—what a glamorous international adventure this was turning out to be.

That’s when a voice pulled you out of your spiral. Deep, professional, laced with calm frustration:

“No, Mr. Brandt, I understand your concerns,” the man said in English, polite but clipped. “But three full courts for twelve players isn’t a reasonable request.”

You slowed down instinctively. Not just because someone was speaking English—thank god—but because the voice sounded weirdly familiar.

You peeked around the corner.

There he was. Tall, lean, dressed in black slacks and a crisp white button-up with the Japan Volleyball Association lanyard hanging from his neck. One hand in his pocket, the other holding his phone just slightly away from his ear like he was resisting the urge to chuck it across the building.

Kuroo Tetsurō.

You froze.

No way.

You knew that face. That hair. That presence. You’d seen him in documentaries, on highlight reels—back when he was the iron-willed captain of Nekoma, and even now, working high up in the JVA, organizing events and apparently dealing with international volleyball divas.

“…No, we don’t have luxury warm-up suites either,” Kuroo was saying, his tone still patient, but just barely. “This isn’t the Olympics. It’s an exhibition match.”

A sharp voice crackled on the other end. German. Loud. Angry.

“Das ist ein Witz! Drei Felder sind Standard für unsere Vorbereitung!” (This is a joke! Three courts are standard for our preparation!)

You winced. Yup. German. Definitely German. Definitely rude.

Kuroo pinched the bridge of his nose. “We don’t have the space for that. One court is already reserved—”

More shouting. Even you couldn’t help feeling secondhand frustration at the entitled tone.

You took one hesitant step forward.

Then another.

Then—what the hell—you walked right up to him and tapped his shoulder.

Kuroo turned, startled, eyebrows raised. You suddenly became very aware that you’d just interrupted Kuroo freaking Tetsurō mid-conversation.

“Sorry,” you said quickly. “But, um… I speak German. Do you want help?”

He blinked. Then blinked again. “You speak German?”

You nodded. “Born and raised.”

A flicker of hope crossed his face. “Please. Be my guest.”

You took the phone like it was a sacred relic and brought it to your ear.

You took the phone like it was a weapon forged in the fires of passive-aggressive international diplomacy.

“Guten Tag, Herr Brandt,” you began, voice smooth and saccharine. “Ich bin die Assistentin von Herrn Kuroo. Ab sofort läuft die Kommunikation über mich.” (Good afternoon, Mr. Brandt. I’m Mr. Kuroo’s assistant. From now on, all communication goes through me.)

A scoff came through the speaker. “Assistentin? Davon wusste ich nichts.” (Assistant? I wasn’t informed about that.)

You smiled coldly, your voice sharpening like glass under velvet.

“Kein Wunder. Sie reden ja die ganze Zeit, statt zuzuhören.” (No wonder. You’ve been talking nonstop instead of listening.)

Before he could respond, you launched in—quick, clipped, and absolutely done.

“Sie bekommen ein Feld. Für eine Stunde. Und zwar pünktlich. Keine Sonderwünsche, keine extra Beleuchtung, kein Aromatherapie-Aufwärmraum.” (You get one court. For one hour. On time. No special requests, no extra lighting, no aromatherapy warm-up room.)

He tried to interrupt, but you didn’t stop.

“Wir sind hier bei einem Freundschaftsspiel, nicht bei den Weltmeisterschaften. Reißen Sie sich zusammen.” (This is a friendly match, not the world championships. Get a grip.)

“Und bevor Sie noch mehr Forderungen stellen: Japan ist nicht hier, um Ihnen einen roten Teppich auszurollen. Wir organisieren dieses Event für alle Teams, nicht nur für Ihr Ego.” (And before you make more demands: Japan isn’t here to roll out the red carpet for you. We’re organizing this event for all teams, not just your ego.)

“Wenn Sie mit einem einzigen Feld überfordert sind, empfehle ich ein Kindergarten-Turnier. Vielleicht kommen Sie da besser zurecht.” (If one court is too much for you to handle, I suggest a kindergarten tournament. You might manage better there.)

The silence on the line was deafening. You could almost hear his jaw drop.

You softened your tone slightly, like a final bow after a very polite slap.

“Wenn Sie unter diesen Bedingungen nicht spielen wollen, ist das in Ordnung. Der Park ist groß. Nehmen Sie eine Matte mit.” (If you don’t want to play under these conditions, that’s fine. The park is big. Bring a mat.)

And with that, you hung up. No goodbyes. Just click.

You handed the phone back to Kuroo with the grace of a queen finishing a duel. Kuroo took the phone slowly, like it might still be hot from the fire you just unleashed.

Kuroo stared at you, deadpan. “Assistant?”

You grimaced. “It sounded more official than ‘random German girl who got lost on the way to the bathroom.’”

“…Okay,” he said after a moment, voice low and full of disbelief. “But for real. What the hell was that?”

You raised an eyebrow, arms casually folding over your chest. “German customer service voice. Nuclear edition.”

He stared at you like you’d just grown wings. “I’ve been going back and forth with that guy for three days. You shut him down in three minutes.”

You gave him a look. “You were too polite.”

He blinked, then snorted. “That was polite?”

“I didn’t swear,” you said with a shrug. “That’s polite in Germany.”

He laughed, fully this time. Not the polite, professional chuckle you’d seen earlier—but a real, damn, she’s good kind of laugh.

“Okay, seriously. Who are you?” he asked, still grinning. “Because you just walked out of nowhere, annihilated Herr Bratwurst on the phone—”

“Brandt,” you corrected with a grin.

“Right. Herr Brandtwurst,” he smirked, “—and now he’s probably reevaluating his life choices while drinking a very tense herbal tea.”

You tried not to smile too hard, but it was kind of flattering having Kuroo freaking Tetsurō looking at you like you were some kind of volleyball event superhero.

“So,” he went on, still eyeing you with a mix of curiosity and amusement, “was that a one-time performance or are you open to freelance miracle-working?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Are you offering me a job?”

He gestured vaguely to the chaos of the arena behind him. “I’m saying I have a lot of stress, and a very loud German just stopped yelling at me. I don’t believe in coincidence.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Fine. But I have conditions.”

“Oh? Lay ’em on me, Assistant-san.”

“First, I want snacks. Like, real snacks. Not that ‘we have rice crackers in the office’ nonsense.”

Kuroo placed a hand over his heart. “You wound me. I have excellent snack taste.”

You grinned. “Second, I still haven’t found a bathroom.”

His smile widened. “Right. The real emergency.”

He tilted his head toward a hallway to the left. “Come on. I’ll escort you myself. Least I can do.”

You followed him, still buzzing with the leftover adrenaline of the call—and maybe something else, something warm and fluttery that had nothing to do with public restrooms or volleyball.

Kuroo glanced over at you as you walked, a soft smile playing at the corner of his lips.

“You know,” he said, “you really could’ve just walked past and ignored me.”

You shrugged. “I don’t like bullies.”

He nodded slowly, thoughtful. “Neither do I.”

You reached the bathroom sign—finally—and paused.

He leaned against the wall casually. “I’ll wait.”

You raised a brow. “You’re seriously gonna stand here like a lost puppy until I come back?”

“Absolutely. You’re my assistant now. Can’t risk losing you in the wild.”

You laughed, pushing the door open with a smirk.

“Good. Keep that energy. You’ll need it.”

You returned from the bathroom feeling a little lighter—thank God, that was the most important mission of the day accomplished. As you stepped back out into the hallway, Kuroo was still waiting for you, leaning casually against the wall with a half-smile that made you feel like he was just waiting for you to say something.

“So,” he started, his voice teasing, “you’ve survived the most critical part of the event. What’s next, Assistant-san?”

You rolled your eyes, leaning against the wall too. “Well, seeing as I’m such an excellent assistant, I’m assuming I’ll be getting front-row seats to the match?”

Kuroo raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “You think I’d let you sit in the crowd with the rest of the peasants?”

“I’m just saying,” you grinned, “you’ve got a very capable assistant now. I think I deserve a little VIP treatment.”

He laughed. “Fair enough. But I do have to keep up appearances, so don’t get too comfortable.”

“Well, since you’re offering,” you shrugged dramatically, “I’ll take a spot with the team. Preferably near the snacks. I am, after all, helping you make this event a success.”

“Oh, you’ll get your snacks,” he said with a wink. “And I’ll personally escort you to the VIP section. Can’t risk my assistant being stuck in the commoner’s zone.”

With that, Kuroo led you down the hallway toward the special entrance, his hand brushing yours ever so slightly as you walked side by side.

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself. Maybe Japan wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

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The lights above the arena flickered to life, and the excitement in the air was palpable. The crowd's murmurs grew into excited cheers as the teams began warming up on the court, the atmosphere charged with the intensity of the upcoming game.

You took your place beside Kuroo, who handed you a seat at the edge of the VIP section, just a few rows back from the team. You settled in, your eyes fixed on the court, the anticipation building in your chest. Your fingers drummed on the armrest as you tried not to let your nerves show. It felt surreal to be here, watching some of the best volleyball players in the world in action.

Kuroo sat down next to you, his usual laid-back demeanor still in place, but you could see the focus in his eyes as the game began to unfold. The match was intense, with the crowd cheering every time the ball soared through the air, but your attention wasn’t just on the game. It was on the way Kuroo moved, the way his eyes never left the court, the way he silently coordinated the team from his position.

You couldn’t help but feel a little in awe of him—this was a whole new side of Kuroo you hadn’t seen before.

“Impressive, huh?” Kuroo muttered, catching your eye.

You nodded, unable to keep the admiration out of your voice. “Very. You’re not just a pretty face with good management skills.”

He laughed softly. “I try.”

The match went on for a few more sets, and you found yourself leaning forward, getting caught up in the rhythm and the energy. But just as the tension in the game peaked, Kuroo’s phone buzzed in his pocket, drawing his attention. He glanced at the screen, his brow furrowing when he saw the name.

“Ugh,” he muttered under his breath. “It’s him again.”

You gave him a knowing look. “Do you really have to take it?”

He hesitated for a moment, then sighed. “Unfortunately, yes. Let me just—”

Before he could finish, you leaned forward and grabbed the phone from his hand, much to his surprise.

“Hey, no worries. I’ve got this one,” you said confidently, unlocking the phone and answering the call.

Kuroo stared at you, blinking, but didn’t protest.

“Guten Tag,” you said into the phone, your tone warm but firm. “Herr Brandt, I trust you’re doing well?”

There was a slight pause on the other end before Herr Brandt’s voice responded, still somewhat guarded. “Ah, Frau tut mir leid wie ist ihr Name? (I'm sorry, miss, but what is your name?), I wasn’t expecting to hear from you directly.”

You leaned back in your seat, completely at ease. “Well, my name is Y/N L/N. I just figured you’ve had enough of Kuroo’s charm for today. He’s working hard, after all. But now, let’s cut to the chase, shall we?”

“I… see. What is it you wanted to discuss?” Herr Brandt asked cautiously.

“I want you to understand that everything I said to you earlier still stands,” you said, your tone firm. “The date, the location, the conditions. Either you agree to them, or we walk away. There’s no room for negotiation here.”

There was another pause, followed by a sigh on the other end. You could tell he was weighing his options. Finally, he relented.

“…Fine. We accept your terms. The match will be held on the date you mentioned. We’ll be there.”

You smiled, hanging up the phone and turning to Kuroo, who was looking at you with a mix of shock and admiration.

“Well,” you said with a grin, “Herr Brandt has agreed to everything.”

His jaw dropped. “Wait—really?”

“Yep. The German team will be here, and the match is on.” You pulled up your calendar on your phone and typed in the date. “It’s set for two weeks from now. So, you might want to prep your team.”

You could almost see the wheels turning in Kuroo’s mind. He was clearly impressed, but also a little overwhelmed by the sudden whirlwind of events.

He gave you a sidelong glance, the corner of his mouth twitching in amusement.

“So,” he said, tone casual but his eyes glinting, “is this how you usually make an entrance into a new country?”

You crossed your arms, giving him a mock-serious look. “Only when the situation calls for it. I usually like to keep a low profile. You know—move to Tokyo, find a bathroom, accidentally end up organizing international volleyball matches. The usual.”

Kuroo laughed, the sound low and genuine. “You’re dangerous.”

You tilted your head, pretending to think. “Hmm, I prefer the term ‘effective.’”

There was a pause between you, the buzzing energy of the arena wrapping around you like background music. Kuroo shoved his hands into his pockets, still watching you.

“You know,” he said slowly, “I was actually dreading that call back from Herr Brandt.”

“And now?” you asked, arching an eyebrow.

He smiled, looking a little too pleased. “Now I’m thinking I should just hand you my schedule, my inbox, and maybe my entire job.”

You smirked. “Tempting offer. What does the assistant salary include? Free game tickets and unlimited coffee?”

“Snacks,” he said, grinning. “I can throw in matchday snacks. Premium.”

“Ooh, a man of luxury,” you teased, nudging him with your elbow.

He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, and there was a brief flicker of something more—appreciation, interest, maybe even curiosity. “I’m serious though. You were amazing back there. Not just with Brandt, but the way you held your ground. The guys respect that. I respect that.”

You met his gaze, this time letting the humor fall away for just a second. “Thanks. It felt good, you know? Doing something that mattered.”

“I get it,” he said, his voice softer now. “It’s not easy stepping into a new world. Especially one this chaotic.”

You smiled. “I’ve been in worse chaos. This one has better lighting and snacks.”

That made him chuckle again. He rubbed the back of his neck, then gestured toward the court where the players were wrapping up. “You should meet the rest of the team properly. Want to come with me?”

You hesitated for just a beat. “Like… officially?”

Kuroo’s smile was easy, confident. “You said you were my assistant, didn’t you?”

You laughed. “You’re not gonna let that go, are you?”

“Nope.”

With a small shake of your head and an amused sigh, you followed him toward the court, weaving through the maze of chairs and gear bags. A few of the players gave you curious glances as you approached, but Kuroo waved them over.

“This is Y/N L/N.” he said, placing a hand lightly on your shoulder. “She’ll be helping out with some of the prep for the upcoming match.”

One of the players, a tall blocker with messy hair, raised an eyebrow. “You mean the Germany match?”

You gave a casual little wave. “The very one. You’re welcome, by the way.”

The team collectively blinked. One of them muttered under his breath, “Okay, who is she?”

“She is the person that made Herr Brandt fold like a tourist map.”

Someone else whistled. “Yo, and we thought Kuroo was the smooth talker.”

You shrugged, clearly enjoying the attention. “Years of dealing with German bureaucracy trained me well.”

The guys chuckled, now clearly impressed, though one of them leaned over and stage-whispered to Kuroo, “Is she your actual assistant?”

Before Kuroo could answer, you said smoothly, “Yes. Officially now. Paperwork pending. Also, I want a badge.”

Kuroo turned to you with a mock-serious nod. “Fine. You’ll get a badge. And maybe a hat.”

“Hell yes,” you grinned. “Assistant of the Year hat.”

Kuroo’s eyes lingered on yours a second longer than needed, his smile softening at the edges. “Honestly? You deserve it.”

Something about the way he said it, not teasing or sarcastic this time, made your chest flutter just a little. You blinked and looked back toward the court to avoid showing the grin tugging at your lips.

He leaned in slightly, dropping his voice. “So. You came here… for volleyball and accidentally walked into a job?”

You nodded, eyes still forward. “Technically, I came here to watch a game and find a toilet.”

Kuroo blinked. “Right. The toilet.”

There was a pause, light and easy between you. Kuroo tilted his head, watching you like you were some weird puzzle piece that somehow fit into his world better than expected.

“So… what are you doing in Japan, exactly?” he asked, genuine curiosity in his tone now.

You glanced back at him, eyes a little softer. “Starting over, I guess. I needed a change. Volleyball’s always been something I love. Felt like the right place to chase that feeling.”

He nodded slowly, a flicker of understanding passing over his face. “Well… for what it’s worth—” he nudged your arm with his elbow, “—Japan’s lucky to have you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You mean you’re lucky to have me.”

He grinned. “That too.”

And just like that, the assistant role didn’t feel like a joke anymore. It felt like the start of something real—whether that was a new life, a new job, or maybe something even more unexpected.

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Three Days Later – 9:42 PM – Japan Volleyball Association HQ

You pushed open the office door with your elbow, balancing two convenience store coffees in one hand and a pack of melon pan under your arm. The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead, and Kuroo was still at his desk, hunched over what looked like a horrifying wall of post-it notes, emails, and scouting reports.

“I bring fuel,” you announced, setting the coffee near his hand like it was a peace offering to the god of volleyball logistics.

Kuroo looked up, glasses slightly askew, eyes ringed with the kind of exhaustion that meant he’d been fighting Excel sheets and match proposals for hours. But the second he saw you—and the coffee—his entire face softened.

“You’re a lifesaver.”

“I know,” you said with a smug grin, flopping into the seat across from him. “You’d probably be chewing on a pencil if I didn’t show up.”

He gave you a deadpan look, then glanced at the pencil already in his hand. “Shut up.”

You snorted. “So, what’s the chaos tonight?”

Kuroo sighed and leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. “Brandt sent over the preliminary roster for the German team. Half of them are fresh, and he wants to do a press day before the match. Which I now have to plan. Tomorrow.”

“Yikes,” you muttered, sipping your coffee. “Want me to handle that?”

He blinked. “Wait, really?”

You nodded. “Send me the details. I’ll schedule the press slots, draft the emails, and talk to Brandt if he gets spicy again.”

Kuroo stared at you for a long beat. “You weren’t joking about being my assistant, huh?”

You smirked. “Nope. I’m a menace when caffeinated and given responsibilities.”

“God, don’t let the other departments steal you.”

“Too late,” you said, stretching your legs out under the table. “One of the PR guys asked me if I wanted to help organize the media day for the All-Japan team.”

Kuroo scoffed. “You said no, right?”

You sipped dramatically. “I said, ‘I work exclusively with Kuroo Tetsurō now. Sorry.’”

He froze. And then—blushed. Just faintly, but it was there.

“…That’s dangerously flattering,” he said, trying to play it cool.

You raised an eyebrow. “Why? You getting used to me?”

He looked down at his notes, then back up at you. “Yeah. That’s what scares me.”

The silence that followed wasn’t awkward. It was thick. Charged. Familiar in a way that made your chest feel warm and a little too aware of how close you were sitting now.

You cleared your throat and gestured to his mess of a desk. “Anyway. If you let me organize that, maybe you’ll get to sleep before 2 AM.”

“You say that like you’re not staying up with me,” he replied, already sending you files.

“…Damn it,” you muttered, but you were smiling.

You spent the next hour going over logistics, sending emails, translating German player bios and making jokes about which one looked most likely to start a diplomatic incident. Kuroo didn’t say it out loud, but he leaned a little closer every time you cracked a dry joke, and you noticed how his shoulders slowly relaxed.

Eventually, somewhere around 11 PM, you looked over to see him just watching you.

“…What?”

He shook his head slightly, a quiet kind of smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Nothing. Just realizing I might not survive the next few weeks without you.”

You smirked, trying not to let your heart jump at that. “You’re lucky I have no social life.”

“You’re lucky I know how to make team budget spreadsheets,” he shot back.

You both laughed, and the sound echoed in the quiet room.

And just like that, another night passed—filled with coffee, chaos, and a little more closeness than before. Maybe this job started as a joke, but it was becoming something else. Something real. And you weren’t sure what scared you more: how good you were at it… or how much you didn’t want it to end.

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After that first late-night coffee-fueled work session, things… kind of just fell into place.

You and Kuroo started meeting almost every day—sometimes officially, sometimes because you both “just happened to be at the office again.” The upcoming Germany match gave you more than enough chaos to deal with: organizing hotel accommodations, making sure the translator team was prepped, confirming the team’s dietary needs, and even dealing with a last-minute allergy email from Herr Brandt (apparently, one of the middle blockers couldn’t have sesame. Who knew?).

And you handled it like a boss. Like his boss, sometimes.

There were calls taken in hushed tones over shared bentos, project plans spread out between you on the floor of the VIP lounge because “the table felt too formal,” and way too many coffees delivered with teasing grins and sarcastic comments. Kuroo stopped even trying to pretend he wasn’t impressed.

You started to notice the way his eyes crinkled when you made a snarky remark. He started noticing that you always rubbed your thumb over your bottom lip when you were deep in thought. It wasn’t flirting—not really—but it was definitely something.

The other staff started raising eyebrows.

“She’s here again?” “Does she even work here?” “Is that… his shirt she’s wearing?”

(No. It wasn’t. It was just a big black hoodie. Probably.)

Kuroo didn’t say anything, though. He just kept sending you tasks with a little “thanks” at the end of every message. He started waiting for you before he left for meetings. And at some point, you started keeping a spare hair tie in your pocket, because he never had one and always forgot his.

One night, around midnight, while sorting out rooming assignments for the teams, he looked over at you—tired, a little disheveled, and still determined—and said:

“I can’t believe I used to do this alone.”

You looked up at him, smirking, but your voice was softer.

“Yeah, well. You’ve got me now.”

And he just… nodded. Like that meant something.

Maybe it did.

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The office was unusually quiet for a Thursday night. Most of the association staff had gone home hours ago, but you and Kuroo were still there—naturally—spread out across the couch in the lounge with half-empty drinks and the soft buzz of a heater kicking on in the background.

Kuroo leaned his head back against the couch, staring at the ceiling, his laptop forgotten on the table in front of him. “I think we’re actually ready,” he said, voice low, tired—but content. “Flights confirmed, hotel confirmed, welcome packages printed, and Brandt hasn’t yelled at me in 48 hours.”

You grinned. “A miracle.”

He turned his head to look at you. “No. That’s your work. You made this so much easier.”

Your heart did a small, weird flip at that. You tried to play it off, even as your gaze lingered on him a second too long. His hair was a mess, his button-up a little rumpled, sleeves rolled to his elbows. He looked tired. He looked real. And way too good for your nerves.

You shifted slightly to face him more, your voice quieter now. “You’re actually kind of nice when you’re not in full Volleyball Director mode.”

He chuckled. “I could say the same. You’re scary efficient. I think half the staff’s afraid of you.”

“Good,” you said, smirking. “Fear keeps the schedule tight.”

He laughed, eyes closing as his head tilted back again. Then silence settled over you both—comfortable but heavy. Warm, somehow.

And then… he looked at you again. Different this time. Focused.

“You know…” he started, voice even softer, “I really meant what I said. About not wanting to do this alone.”

You swallowed, heart now fully doing gymnastics. “Kuroo…”

But he didn’t look away. He leaned in—just slightly—eyes locked with yours. One of his hands rested near yours on the couch, fingers twitching like he wasn’t sure whether he should reach for you.

Your breath hitched.

He leaned in a little closer.

And then—

“Oi, Kuroo! You still here?!”

The door creaked open. One of the younger staffers poked his head in, completely unaware of the moment he had just obliterated.

You and Kuroo both jumped like you’d been electrocuted, jerking back from each other in perfect sync.

The staffer blinked. “Uh… sorry. I’ll come back.”

“No! It’s—fine!” you said way too fast, already grabbing your stuff like it was on fire. “I was just leaving anyway.”

Kuroo stood too, rubbing the back of his neck, not looking at you. “Yeah, it’s getting late.”

You adjusted your bag over your shoulder, suddenly not knowing what to do with your hands or your face. “Tomorrow’s gonna be crazy. German team arrives first thing.”

“Yeah,” he said, still not meeting your eyes. “You’ll be here early?”

“Of course. I’m your assistant, remember?”

You smiled—but it didn’t quite reach your eyes. He nodded.

You both just stood there for a second in awkward silence, like two teenagers who got caught watching a romance scene with their parents.

“…Night, Kuroo.”

“Night.”

And then you walked out, heart racing, mind screaming, and cheeks burning.

Behind you, Kuroo let out a long, frustrated breath and collapsed back on the couch like a man who’d just missed a winning shot.

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You were at the arena early—way too early, honestly—but you needed the head start to get your nerves under control. Not because of the team’s arrival, no. That was fine. Easy. You had your checklist, your translator badge, and your best polite-but-firm German-voice locked and loaded.

No. You were nervous because of him.

You hadn’t slept much. Your brain wouldn’t stop replaying that moment from last night, the lean-in, the look, the almost—

Nope.

You shook it off, fixing your shirt and adjusting your assistant lanyard like it gave you emotional armor. This was your job. You were a professional. You’d just… act normal. Like nothing happened. He’d probably do the same.

At 8:13 AM sharp, a cluster of tall men in matching tracksuits and branded duffels stepped through the main entrance, followed by a sharp click of polished shoes—Herr Brandt, clipboard in hand, voice already raised.

“Guten Morgen! Ist jemand hier zuständig?”

(Good morning! Is someone here in charge?)

You stepped forward, smooth smile in place. “Ja, Herr Brandt. Willkommen in Japan. Ich bin Ihre Ansprechpartnerin für den Aufenthalt hier.” (Yes, Herr Brandt. Welcome to Japan. I’m your main contact during your stay.)

He blinked. “Ah, Sie wieder. Sehr gut.” (Ah, you again. Very good.)

Behind him, one of the German players whispered something to another in rapid German. You caught the word hübsch. You raised an eyebrow, making them both shut up instantly. Professional armor? Still on.

You were halfway through organizing luggage tags and giving directions when you felt the shift in the air.

And there he was—Kuroo, walking in behind the German staff, coffee in hand, hair still slightly damp from a rushed morning shower, sleeves rolled, lanyard crooked, eyes scanning—until they landed on you.

Your stomach dropped. His eyes widened just a little, then flicked away too quickly.

“Morning,” he said, directing it to the group, but you felt it like a spotlight on your neck.

You cleared your throat, clipboard held like a shield. “Director Kuroo will be overseeing the training coordination. You’ll have access to Gym A and Gym C as requested.”

Herr Brandt perked up. “Ah, finally. Mister Kuroo! Thank you again for organizing all this. We are very—”

He was interrupted by the shrill ringtone of his own phone. He checked the screen and muttered, “Ach, schon wieder,” before answering.

You and Kuroo were left there, standing awkwardly beside each other while the tall German players loitered around you like friendly skyscrapers.

You glanced sideways at him. “Sleep okay?”

He blinked, then gave you a soft nod. “Barely. You?”

“Not really.”

A pause.

“About last night—”

“We’re fine,” you said too fast. “It was late, we were tired. Nothing weird.”

He gave a tight nod. “Right. Nothing weird.”

Another pause.

“Although,” you added without looking at him, “you leaned first.”

He made a noise in his throat—something between a scoff and a laugh. “You were staring.”

“You were staring harder.”

“Children!” Brandt called out from the side, unaware of the daggers flying in the form of glances. “I have the official schedule now. Shall we?”

You and Kuroo snapped back into business mode instantly.

“Yes, Herr Brandt,” you said, stepping forward smoothly. “Follow me. We’ll go over everything before training starts.”

As you walked ahead, one of the Japanese players from earlier—Kenjirō, you thought—leaned toward Kuroo and whispered, “Is that your assistant?”

Kuroo muttered, “Something like that.”

The player grinned. “She’s scary.”

“Yeah,” Kuroo said, almost fondly. “She’s the best kind of scary.”

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The gym was buzzing with energy and tension thick enough to cut with a spike. Two nations’ worth of volleyball players warmed up under bright halogen lights, the air heavy with the scent of resin, sweat, and competition.

The German team had arrived in true dramatic fashion—orderly, tall, and stone-faced in their red-and-black tracksuits. They moved like soldiers. And it made the Japanese players, still stretching in warm light, sit up just a little straighter.

You stood at the sideline, clipboard in hand, earpiece crackling with updates. Kuroo was somewhere behind you, watching silently—but letting you take point. You didn’t need him for this.

“Herr Brandt,” you said sharply in German as he began snapping at one of the players for their delayed reaction. “Das hier ist ein Freundschaftsspiel, kein Militärtraining.” (This is a friendly match, not a military drill.)

He scoffed. “Disziplin ist der Schlüssel zur Effizienz.” (Discipline is the key to efficiency.)

“Und trotzdem sind wir hier nicht auf einem Kasernenhof. Also bitte.” (And yet we're not on a military base. So, please.)

You didn’t yell. You didn’t need to. Your tone alone shut him up. And behind you, one of the German players smirked and whispered, “Die hat Feuer.” ("She’s got fire.")

You turned just in time to catch Kuroo watching you—arms crossed, an impressed tilt to his head, a small smile tugging at his lips.

You gave him a look that said, Don’t start.

But you saw the way his eyes flicked over you. Saw the way his mouth twitched like he was holding something back.

He didn't say it, but the look read: You’re hot when you’re scary.

The warm-up drills started and you bounced effortlessly between teams—translating, clarifying, even stopping a near-argument over drill order. You smoothed every wrinkle before it creased. The players respected you, not just because of the languages, but because you knew the game. You read the rhythm of it.

Kuroo stayed mostly silent, organizing the timing, making sure equipment was where it needed to be. But you could feel him watching you again. Not like before—he wasn’t just supervising.

He was studying you.

The way your brow furrowed when you translated under pressure. The way you corrected a German middle blocker with a gesture, not words. The way you praised the players in both languages like you were born for it.

And every once in a while, your eyes met his.

Neither of you said anything about the almost-moment last night.

But it hung in the air like the echo of a whistle, waiting for the next point.

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You stayed longer than you meant to.

Again.

The last of the German players had returned to their hotel, the gym floor was quiet, and only the hum of the vending machines and the distant clatter of cleaning staff remained.

You were slipping on your jacket outside the training office when you saw him—Kuroo—walking down the hallway with a slow, familiar gait and that look in his eyes again.

Your heart did a weird, slow spin in your chest.

“Hey,” you said, voice light, too casual.

“Hey.”

He stopped in front of you, just far enough that you didn’t have to tilt your head too much, just close enough to feel the weight of the space between you.

Neither of you said anything for a second. The hallway stretched long and empty behind him. The dim light overhead buzzed faintly.

You fidgeted with your zipper. “So… the joint training wasn’t a total disaster.”

Kuroo gave a small smile, his voice lower than usual. “It was better than I expected. You were…” His eyes searched yours. “Kind of a boss.”

You raised a brow. “Kind of?”

He looked amused. “Okay. Full boss mode. I think Brandt flinches when you walk past him.”

You smirked, then looked down at your shoes, just to break eye contact for a second before it made your stomach twist too much.

“Still not weird between us?” you asked quietly, not looking at him yet.

He shrugged. “Not weird.”

You finally met his eyes again, and before you could stop yourself, the words tumbled out with a teasing lilt, trying to mask the nerves humming under your skin.

“Good. So I guess that means I can start dating again, right? Wouldn’t bother you or anything.”

A joke. Clearly. Playful. Light.

But he didn’t laugh.

You looked up, surprised to see the change in his face—his jaw had gone tight. His eyes were dark.

“Don’t,” he said, voice quiet, flat.

You blinked. “Don’t… date?”

“Don’t go on a date.”

Something fluttered in your chest. “Why not?”

He stepped forward. Just a little. But enough that you had to tilt your head to look up at him now. His voice dropped into something softer. Realer.

“Because if some guy gets to do what I should’ve done last night, I’m going to regret it. For a long time.”

Your breath caught.

The teasing was gone now. The air between you had gone still.

“I thought it was just an almost,” you said, voice nearly a whisper.

“It was,” he replied. “But I don’t want it to stay that way.”

You opened your mouth, something half-formed on your lips.

And then he leaned in—not slowly this time. Not cautiously.

He kissed you.

It was soft at first. Hesitant. Testing.

Then your hands found his hoodie, and his settled at your waist, and it deepened. Warm and hungry and entirely too much and not enough at the same time.

When he pulled away, his voice was low against your cheek.

“No more almosts.”

You barely had time to breathe before his lips were on yours again.

This time, it wasn’t soft.

It wasn’t careful.

It was weeks of side-eyes and late-night tension, teasing smiles, almost-kisses and shared coffees finally snapping loose all at once.

Your fingers curled into the front of his hoodie like you needed to hold on, and he responded with a hand at your jaw, the other at your waist, pulling you in like he wasn’t sure he’d ever let go again.

When you broke apart, finally, your heart was racing like you'd just sprinted a full court.

You rested your forehead against his chest, catching your breath. “We should… probably not make out in the hallway of a national arena.”

His laugh rumbled against your skin. “Yeah. Probably.”

A pause.

Then, “Let me walk you home.”

You didn’t say no.

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“Do you want to come in?”

The words slipped out of your mouth before you even realized you were saying them.

Kuroo looked at you for a second, his eyes unreadable. “Only if you want me to.”

The air between you crackled. Not just with attraction—but with the weight of the almosts, the silence, the sideways glances over coffee cups, and the heat of his hand on your back when he leaned too close at practice. Everything you hadn't said… sitting right there, breathing between you.

You opened the door and stepped inside, heart hammering against your ribs. He followed, slow and deliberate, closing the door behind him with a soft click that felt too loud in the quiet apartment.

You kicked off your shoes. He didn’t move from the entryway.

“So…” you started, trying to sound casual but your voice betrayed you with that slight breathlessness, “do you want a drink? Water? Beer?”

He didn’t answer immediately.

Just looked at you.

Then: “No. I want you.”

The words hit like a spike to the chest.

You froze.

Then turned, slowly, eyes searching his face for hesitation. There was none. Just that familiar smirk, now tempered with something rawer—something real.

“You’re terrible,” you breathed, a smile tugging at your lips, voice shaking a little as you stepped closer.

He tilted his head, moving into your space so naturally it was like he’d always belonged there. “You’re the one who invited me in, remember?”

And then you were in his arms.

And he was kissing you like he’d been dying to since the first day you met.

It started slow—his hand cupping the side of your neck, his thumb brushing your jaw, mouth molding perfectly against yours. Like he was learning you with every pass of his lips. Like he didn’t want to rush it.

But you kissed him back like you were making up for lost time. Like you were afraid if you let go, he’d disappear.

Your back hit the wall with a soft thud, and he followed, pressing into you gently, pinning you there—not forceful, just… certain. Like he was claiming the moment.

He kissed down your jaw, then back up, forehead resting against yours, both of you breathless.

“You have no idea,” he whispered, voice rough and low, “how many times I wanted this.”

Your fingers curled in his hoodie. “Why didn’t you do something?”

“I was trying to be professional,” he growled, his lips brushing your ear.

You laughed, breathless. “You’re terrible at that.”

“Yeah,” he muttered, dragging his lips down your neck, “I really, really am.”

Your hands found their way under the hem of his hoodie, fingers tracing the warm skin of his back. You could feel him shudder a little.

“God, the way that German guy was looking at you,” he muttered suddenly against your throat.

You blinked, breath hitching. “You’re actually serious about that?”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark. “I am serious. I saw him eyeing you all practice.”

You couldn’t help the grin that broke through your flushed face. “What, jealous?”

“Yes,” he said without hesitation. “Because I saw you first. Because I’ve wanted you first.”

You didn’t reply. You just pulled him back in and kissed him again, harder this time.

And he lost it a little.

His hands gripped your waist, fingers digging into the fabric of your shirt like he was trying to memorize you. His mouth moved over yours with more urgency now, your bodies pressed together like there was no space left to give.

It wasn’t rushed. It was slow-burn passion finally let loose.

By the time you both pulled away, breathless and flushed and clinging to each other like idiots, neither of you spoke for a minute.

Then he muttered against your lips, “This is so bad for team diplomacy.”

You laughed, voice raspy. “So bad.”

He grinned. “You going to fire me?”

“I’m your assistant,” you said with a wink. “I outrank you emotionally now.”

He rolled his eyes and kissed you again, softer this time. “That’s not how that works.”

You didn’t care.

Because you were pretty sure if he kept looking at you like that, you were going to forget how anything worked.

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You barely had time to gasp before Kuroo’s arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you off the wall like it was the easiest thing he’d ever done. You clung to him instinctively, legs wrapping around his hips, the two of you tangled in heat and friction and teeth grazing lips.

His lips crashed against yours again as he carried you across the apartment, navigating by instinct more than sight. The hallway blurred. Your pulse roared in your ears. Every bump, every shift of his grip on your thighs made your stomach flip and twist with anticipation.

Then—cold.

You gasped as he set you down on the edge of the kitchen island, the marble cool against your thighs through your jeans. Kuroo didn’t waste a second—his hands slid up your sides as he slotted himself between your legs, mouth already finding yours again, deeper, more deliberate this time.

There was no rush now.

Just control.

Just heat.

His tongue brushed yours, and he swallowed the soft sound you made with a low groan that made your entire body tighten. One hand gripped your hip, the other tangled in your hair, tugging gently until your head tilted just right for him to kiss along your throat.

Your legs locked tighter around him, pulling him flush against you—and when his hips ground into yours just right, you both froze for a moment.

Your breath hitched.

His jaw clenched.

“Fuck,” he whispered against your collarbone. “You’re dangerous.”

You smirked, pulling at the hem of his hoodie. “And you like it.”

He kissed you again, slower now. Hotter. Teeth dragging across your lower lip before he sucked it in, gently, making your toes curl against the cabinet behind him. Every time his mouth left yours, he found a new spot to worship—your jaw, your neck, your shoulder—making you tremble and cling.

His hand slid under your shirt, palm warm against your stomach as he pushed the fabric up inch by inch, his touch maddening in how slow it moved.

“I’ve wanted this,” he murmured, kissing the skin just below your ribs. “Since the first day you smarted off at Herr Brandt like it was nothing.”

You laughed, breathless. “That’s what did it for you?”

“Oh, absolutely,” he said, voice low, teasing, full of want. “That mouth of yours is a menace.”

He kissed you again—hungry and possessive now, like he couldn’t get enough. His fingers hooked in the waistband of your jeans, tugging them down just slightly before his lips found yours once more.

Kuroos one hand slipping to your hip, the other sliding into your hair as his mouth found yours with dizzying certainty. He kissed you like he was staking a claim—like he’d been starved and you were the only thing that could satisfy him.

You gasped as his lips trailed from your mouth to your jaw, down the line of your throat, and back again. “Tetsurou—”

He groaned at the sound of his name, lips dragging along your skin. “Say that again.”

You smiled, barely able to catch your breath. “Tetsurou.”

The way he kissed you then—slow and possessive and burning—made your knees buckle.

“God,” he breathed, resting his forehead against yours, “you’re going to ruin me.”

You grabbed the front of his hoodie and pulled him into you again. “You’ve already ruined me.”

He didn’t hold back after that.

The kisses grew hungrier, deeper, messier. Hands tangled in clothes, slipping under fabric, exploring exposed skin like he was trying to memorize the shape of your body. His hoodie ended up half-off, your shirt tugged just enough to reveal warm skin to cool air. You felt his fingers at your waist, smoothing over your stomach like he was still holding back even as his touch burned.

There was no room for words anymore. Just low sounds between kisses, soft gasps, the hum of quiet desperation. Your back hit the wall again and again as he pressed into you, body fitting perfectly against yours.

You couldn’t remember the last time you wanted something like this—with this much ache behind it.

Every time he slowed down, it felt like a tease. Every time he pulled back to look at you—just to look—you felt like you’d drown in the heat of his gaze.

“You’re not making this easy,” you whispered, breath ragged, fingers slipping under the waistband of his sweats just slightly, enough to make him shiver.

“I’m not trying to,” he muttered, his voice low and wrecked. “You drive me fucking insane.”

He kissed you again, deeper this time, his hand slipping around to your lower back to keep you against him. You arched into him, hips pressing together, the contact making you both freeze for just a moment.

A beat of stillness.

Eyes locked.

Breath caught.

Then he whispered—dangerously close, voice shaking:

“If we don’t stop now, I’m not going to.”

You didn’t say a word.

Instead, you pulled him by the hoodie and crushed your lips back to his.

That was your answer.

And Kuroo responded like he’d been waiting for permission all this time.

The next kiss was fire. Desperate. Unapologetic. He picked you up without warning, and your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as he carried you deeper into the apartment—his mouth never leaving yours, not even for a second.

Somehow, he found your bedroom.

Somehow, you were both breathless and laughing and tangled in half-removed clothing, hands roaming, kisses getting deeper and sloppier by the second. You landed on the bed with him above you, and for a moment, the world narrowed down to just him.

His breath tickled your collarbone as he hovered there, taking you in with eyes that looked almost pained.

“You sure?” he asked, voice low, husky.

You nodded slowly. “You?”

He kissed you, soft and slow. “So sure it hurts.”

And then there was no more talking.

Just touch.

Just lips.

Just heat.

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Kuroo hovered above you, his breathing shallow, his chest rising and falling in quick rhythm as he traced his fingertips down your side, making you shiver. He could feel the heat of your skin beneath his touch, every inch of you trembling in anticipation. His lips brushed over your jaw, then down to your neck, taking his time, savoring the taste of you as though he were memorizing every part.

The world outside that bedroom felt like it had disappeared completely. There was only him. Only you.

He slid one hand up your back, pulling you closer to him, until you could feel the heat of his body pressing against yours. His lips found yours again, slower this time—more purposeful, as if to reassure himself this was real. You returned the kiss, meeting him halfway, your hands threading through his messy hair as your body arched into his.

“You’re killing me,” he murmured between kisses, his voice rough with need.

You smirked, your lips teasing the shell of his ear. “That’s the idea.”

His chuckle was low, but it quickly turned into a groan as he kissed you deeper, pushing you back into the mattress. One of his hands slid to your waist, fingers digging into your hips as if to pull you closer. You gasped as his leg slid between yours, the friction sending a jolt of electricity through your body.

You were on fire.

His mouth moved down to your collarbone, tracing the skin with his lips before sinking his teeth gently into the soft flesh. The heat of his body against yours, the pressure of his leg between your thighs, made everything feel like it was closing in on you.

You were drowning in him.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” Kuroo whispered, his voice gravelly as he pulled away to look at you. His eyes were dark, his pupils blown wide, and his chest was still heaving from the intensity of the kiss. He ran his thumb over your lips, tracing the swollen curve of them, before pressing his forehead to yours. “Are you sure about this?”

You didn’t need to think. You didn’t need words.

“Yes.”

And that was all the confirmation he needed.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Kuroo shed his hoodie, tossing it aside, his chest bare and sculpted in the dim light of the room. He took a moment to look at you, his eyes scanning the way you reacted to him, the way your lips parted in anticipation.

His lips returned to yours as his hand found the hem of your shirt, lifting it slowly, inch by inch, until he pulled it off completely. You shivered at the cool air against your skin, but the heat of his body quickly replaced it, making you forget everything but him. His kisses grew more urgent now, hungry, and you met him every step of the way, your hands finding his pants, pulling at them just as desperately.

Kuroo’s fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you in for one last kiss that almost made you lose control completely. It was deep, wild, almost frantic—like he needed this. Like he needed you.

And you needed him too.

The clothes you had left seemed to vanish in the heat of the moment, forgotten and discarded, and you found yourself pressed against the cool sheets, the warmth of his skin against yours a constant reminder that this was happening. That it wasn’t a dream.

He paused for a moment, his forehead resting against yours as his breath steadied. “You sure you still want this?”

You kissed him again, forcefully this time, as if to answer for both of you. “Yes, Kuroo. I want this.”

With that, he didn’t hesitate.

He was slow, deliberate, but his pace quickened as the intensity of the moment took over. Every shift of his body against yours sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, and each kiss, each touch, only made the tension between you grow. The feeling of him inside you, of him filling the space that had been empty for so long, was overwhelming—and yet, you both needed more. Needed each other.

The way he moved—so careful, so sure—had you gasping, your nails digging into his back, urging him on. Your name escaped his lips in a whisper, and the sound of it only made you cling to him harder.

“You feel incredible,” he groaned into your ear, his voice so raw, it made your heart race even faster.

The room was spinning now—kisses, gasps, low moans, every touch so close, so intimate, it left you breathless. Time was forgotten. It was just the two of you, and nothing else mattered.

Then, just when you thought you might lose yourself completely, he pulled back slightly, giving you a moment to breathe. His chest was still heaving, his body slick with sweat, but his eyes were locked on yours—dark, intense, and full of something you hadn’t seen before.

“You’re mine,” he muttered, his voice low, possessive.

You couldn’t answer at first. You were too consumed by everything he was making you feel, but you didn’t need to. The kiss you shared next was all the confirmation either of you needed.

And when the world finally came back into focus, you were tangled in each other’s arms, breathless, skin still buzzing from the intensity of it all.

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The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting soft beams across the room, the quiet hum of the city outside barely breaking the stillness of the apartment. You were awake, but you didn’t want to move. You didn’t want to leave the warmth of Kuroo’s embrace.

His arm was still around you, his body a comforting weight against yours. He hadn’t moved much through the night—just enough for you to stay nestled close to him, your head resting against his chest, the steady beat of his heart a soft lullaby that kept you grounded.

You listened to the sound of his breathing, deep and even, and for a moment, you could almost pretend like the rest of the world didn’t exist. You could pretend that this was how it was going to be from now on—just you and him, tangled in the quiet of the morning.

But then, the real world had a way of creeping in. You could feel the warmth of his skin against yours, the light touch of his fingers still lightly resting on your waist, his thumb idly tracing the curve of your hip.

The softest movement from Kuroo shifted the atmosphere between you, and when you looked up, you found his eyes already on you—dark, warm, a little unsure. His hair was messy, sticking up in all directions, and you couldn’t help but smile at the way he looked—so much more relaxed than the usual confident, composed Kuroo you knew.

For a moment, neither of you said anything. It was as though you were both still processing everything from the night before, trying to find your footing in this new space between you.

“Morning,” Kuroo’s voice was low, rough from sleep, but it still had that signature edge that sent a little shiver down your spine.

You smiled sleepily, your lips just barely brushing against his. “Morning.”

He paused, his thumb still drawing lazy circles against your skin as he leaned his head back against the pillow, clearly content to stay in this moment for as long as possible. You could feel his gaze on you as if he was still trying to figure out what exactly to say—what to do with the quiet that had settled between you.

“You okay?” he asked, the words careful, soft—unlike the teasing tone he usually carried.

You nodded slowly, resting your cheek back on his chest. “Yeah. I’m good.” You let out a soft, contented sigh, your fingers lightly tracing patterns on his arm. “Just… this is nice.”

It was simple. Soft. Intimate, in a way that made your chest feel a little fuller. The last few days had been full of chaos and tension, the whirlwind of traveling, new experiences, and—well, everything that had happened between you both. But this? This felt like the calm after the storm.

“I could get used to this,” Kuroo murmured, his hand finding your hair, fingers running through it with a gentleness that made your heart ache. “Waking up next to you, I mean. I think I’m… I think I’m okay with it.”

You felt a warmth spread through you, a smile tugging at your lips. “I could, too,” you admitted, voice quieter than you meant, as you shifted closer to him, the movement so natural that it felt like second nature.

He chuckled softly, clearly amused by the way you seemed to melt into him. “Yeah? I’m not too bad to wake up next to?”

You laughed lightly, rolling your eyes. “You’re pretty tolerable.”

“Pretty tolerable?” His voice was teasing again, but there was an unmistakable softness to it. He tilted his head to look at you more directly, eyes narrowing playfully. “I’ll take it.”

You couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face, your eyes softening as you reached up to touch his face, the warmth of your fingers lingering on his skin. “You’re more than pretty tolerable, Kuroo,” you said quietly, your voice full of affection you hadn’t meant to reveal just yet.

He paused, his eyes searching yours, looking for something that wasn’t quite there, but he didn’t push it. He just kissed your forehead instead—softly, tenderly—and for a long while, you stayed like that, wrapped in the comfort of each other’s presence.

It wasn’t until the smell of coffee wafted from the kitchen that reality started to sneak back in. The game, the training, the whole reason you were here—it was still there, hanging in the air, but it wasn’t pressing yet. Not yet.

You glanced at the clock. “Shit, I should get up,” you said, reluctantly pulling yourself away from him.

But Kuroo’s arms tightened around you. “Mm-mm,” he murmured, his grip possessive, and you felt his lips press against your shoulder. “Stay.”

You laughed softly, unable to help yourself. “Kuroo… we have things to do.”

He groaned, but the sound was more playful than anything. “We have time. It’s still early.”

You glanced at the clock again, then back at him. “It’s almost noon,” you pointed out, raising an eyebrow.

“Exactly,” he said with a lazy grin. “Still early.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Okay, okay,” you relented, leaning back into his embrace. “Just a little longer.”

Kuroo grinned like he won some kind of victory, pulling you back against him and resting his chin on your head. “That’s what I thought.”

The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes, just enjoying the quiet, letting the sounds of the city and the soft hum of the apartment fill the space around you. You could hear the gentle sound of Kuroo’s heartbeat under your ear, steady and calm—just as steady as the way he held you, like you were something worth keeping.

Eventually, though, the moment had to end. Kuroo reluctantly pulled away, his lips brushing against your forehead as he got up and stretched, his muscles still loose from sleep. “Alright, I guess we should get moving. But after last night, I think I’m gonna need a lot of coffee.”

You smiled, watching as he made his way to the kitchen, his body still relaxed, his posture loose, but there was something different about the way he moved now—something a little less guarded.

You followed him into the kitchen, wrapping your arms around him from behind and resting your chin on his shoulder. “Yeah, me too.”

And as he started brewing the coffee, you leaned against the counter, feeling that strange mix of contentment and excitement bubble inside you—because whatever was going on between you two? It felt like something good. Something worth taking the time for.

“Let’s just make it a good day,” you said softly, more to yourself than anyone else.

Kuroo shot you a look over his shoulder. “Oh, trust me,” he said, voice low and confident, “today’s gonna be great.”

You smiled as you leaned against the counter, just watching him work. There was something about the way he moved, the way his confidence had shifted into something softer but no less magnetic.

And you couldn’t wait to see where this all went.

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Time Skip: A Few Years Later

It had been a few years since you and Kuroo had gotten married, and life had settled into a rhythm—one that was comfortable, familiar, and, well, a little chaotic, as it always seemed to be when it came to the two of you. You still weren’t the coach of any teams, but you had carved out your own place in the volleyball world. Organizing tournaments, managing schedules, coordinating with different teams, and making sure everything behind the scenes went off without a hitch—that was where you thrived.

Today, you were overseeing yet another event—this time a high-profile international friendly match between a local team and a German squad. Everything was falling into place: the teams were arriving on time, the facilities were prepped, and the sponsors were happy.

And there, in the middle of the buzzing gym, you were orchestrating the whole thing like a well-oiled machine, making sure the logistics were smooth and ensuring every player, coach, and staff member knew exactly where they were supposed to be.

The moment Kuroo walked in, however, everything seemed to shift. You could feel his presence before you even saw him—his energy, that signature confidence that always seemed to draw attention. He was standing at the entrance of the gym, chatting with one of the staff members when his gaze found you across the room. His lips curled into that familiar, teasing grin.

“Hey, hey, what’s going on here?” His voice was loud and clear, cutting through the buzz of the gym as he made his way over, his hands in his pockets and a playful glint in his eyes.

You smiled warmly, glancing up from your clipboard and taking in the sight of him as he approached. Even after all this time, Kuroo still had that effect on you—the easy confidence, the laid-back charisma, the way he never seemed to take anything too seriously, even in the midst of your hectic work.

“Just getting things ready for the match,” you said with a wink, watching as he approached, the crowd parting for him without even realizing it. “Making sure everything runs smoothly.”

He gave you a once-over, eyes sparkling. “Well, well, well,” he said in that teasing tone, “who’s this beautiful woman I see running the show?”

You rolled your eyes with a smirk, crossing your arms as you leaned against the counter, clearly enjoying the playful attention. “Oh, I don’t know. She’s just someone who seems to have it all under control.”

He chuckled, stepping closer and leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek. “I see,” Kuroo said, voice low and playful as he held you in that effortless, familiar way. “You’re still a genius at keeping everything organized.”

“And you’re still charming as ever,” you teased, your voice soft but amused.

Kuroo gave a dramatic sigh, feigning disappointment. “Is that all you’ve got for me? No, ‘Oh, my wonderful husband is here to save the day’?”

You smirked, shaking your head. “You saved the day by showing up. If you weren’t here, I’d probably be handling the logistics all by myself.” You winked at him, feeling that familiar flutter in your chest as his teasing grin spread wider.

“Well, since I’m here,” Kuroo said, his hands finding their way to your waist, “I guess I could help make sure things go smoothly. I am your husband, after all. Might as well use my influence, right?” His fingers grazed the edge of your shirt, his touch soft, warm.

You chuckled, but there was a sense of affection in your voice. “Oh, I’m sure I can handle it. But if you’re really eager to help, maybe you could go double-check the players’ warm-up area?”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “So I’m not just here for moral support? You actually want me to work?”

“Sure,” you said, pushing off the counter and giving him a playful shove. “But only if you promise to do it without causing a scene. We can’t have you too charming today.”

He smirked at that, the corners of his mouth turning up in that mischievous way. “You’re lucky you married me, you know that?”

“Mm-hmm. I’m still wondering why I agreed to it,” you teased, your tone light and full of affection.

But even as you said the words, you knew the truth. You had married him because no one else made you feel the way Kuroo did. The way he made you laugh, the way he could make everything feel effortless even when things were chaotic. And now, as your husband, he had become your greatest partner in crime—helping you navigate the highs and lows of organizing events like this one.

Kuroo looked over his shoulder, catching one of the staff members’ eyes, and with a quick nod, he made his way toward the warm-up area. “Alright, alright. I’ll behave,” he called back, though his voice was laced with mischief. “But if I’m going to help, you’ve got to promise me a dinner date after all this.”

You smiled, already turning back to your work. “It’s a date. But don’t think you’re off the hook yet.”

He winked at you over his shoulder, his voice cutting through the air once more. “Oh, I never am, am I?”

You laughed softly as you returned to organizing the final details of the match. You loved the way Kuroo always knew how to keep things light, even when the pressure was on. And as the crowd in the gym grew louder, and the event began to unfold, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride in how far you’d come—both in your career and in your relationship.

The match was about to begin, and while you were busy overseeing everything, Kuroo was there, always by your side, supporting you in ways that went beyond the surface level.

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ghost-reader07 · 10 months ago

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Title: Found You~

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

Warnings: Yandere Shoyo! Stalking! Mind break! NonCon!

This may be triggering for some audiences as it is heavily/entirely NonCon. Please proceed with caution 💜.

Word Count: 7.8k

You finally escaped Shoyo for two years, when he went off to Brazil for a while. But he found you...and he wants you. And you want him?

After escaping Shoyo Hinata two years ago, you hid as a different, yet normal person. You could've gone to the police but with the man as a famous volleyball player, you knew you wouldn't win the fight. Now working at a coffee shop, you found a man with an orange hat that read ‘Asas São Paulo’ in navy print and plain clothes; a simple T-shirt and knee length cargo shorts. But the thing that caught your attention, was his orange hair under the hat, you realized who it was.

“Hi, can I get a caramel Frappuccino. No caffeine” He orders with a familiar drink with a sickeningly familiar sweet smile, your favorite drink; the same one he didn’t even like because it was ‘too sweet’ for his taste. You turn away and feel nauseous. "Are you alright, ma'am?" Shoyo specifically asks you. “Fine, sir” you say with a formal smile. You quickly ring him up and hands him his drink. “Here you are” you say, sliding it to him, trying to act ‘normal’. He notices you trembling slightly before he grabs his beverage. “Why are you shaking a bit? It’s not that cold in here…right?”

He takes a sip from his drink, licking the whipped cream off his lips, eyes never leaving you. “No, I’m just a bit chilly today” you say. “Next in line please!” You call out, trying to get Shoyo to move away from him. You planned on quitting right after your shift ended. You would need to call someone to come get you. You were terrified on the inside. Shoyo doesn’t move and instead decides to start a conversation. “A bit chilly, huh? But the air conditioners are on and you don’t have a sweater on either…” Shoyo continues to observe the trembling in your hands, knowing how you look when you’re actually scared. “Are you…afraid of someone? Is there someone in the shop bothering you?”

”Excuse me sir, thank you for your concern but please move aside” you say, there were several costumers behind Shoyo. You tried to keep your voice steady as you spoke but ultimately fail. He smiles, “my apologies ma’am” he says and does as you asked, stepping aside. Though, he still glances at you every now and then. It felt like his eyes were burning holes into your body. You could feel his stares that he was practically giving to you the whole time. You continue to serve the next few costumers before calling a co-worker over to swap with you so you could take your break. Once your co-worker takes over your position at the register, you immediately head to the staff room in the back.

Shoyo watches you go to the back room. He knew this was his chance and he needed to act fast. As soon as you were out of the sight of the other workers, Shoyo quickly and quietly followed you without anyone noticing. You quickly pull out your phone to call someone, anyone who could come get you. You were so wrapped up in your thoughts you didn’t notice someone behind you. You feel someone snatch your phone from your hand before swiftly pinning you against the wall, their chest to your back. You open your eyes, looking over your shoulder only to be greeted by the same face you often saw in your nightmares.

“Who were you trying to call, Sunflower?”

You freeze, “you…you can’t be back here” you mutter, your blood running cold. Shoyo chuckles as he holds you against the wall, leaning down and sniffing your hair. “I know I can’t but I couldn’t help it~ I’ve been looking for you for two years. Do you know how much I’ve missed you?” His breath warms your neck as he places his lips on your shoulder, placing butterfly kisses on you. You feel goosebumps spread on your dark skin, making them barely visible but Shoyo could feel them. “Let me go” you mutter, your voice having no real demand behind it, only fear. You were terrified, and shaking- trembling. Shoyo ignores your words and instead pushes you more up against the wall. You could feel something hard pressing against your ass. You weren’t stupid, you knew what that was.

His lips move up to your neck, sucking and biting, creating hickeys. His free hand grips one of your hips, holding you in place as he continues to mark you over. “Not a chance. I’m not letting you out of my sight ever again.” Shoyo grunts, continuing to sniff your hair, breathing in your smell, taking in the lost scent that he missed for Two. Whole. Years.

“How…did you even find me?” You mutter softly. You were sure to hide yourself correctly, to change everything and hide. “You changed your hair, your name, everything. But I could never forget the way you move. The way you talk and act, you can’t change that. I could never forget your face. I’ve finally found you~” He chuckles and forcefully flips you around, your back now pressed harshly against the cool texture of the wall. Shoyo moves his free hand to your front; his fingers moving to unbutton your work clothes and expose your chest to him.

You tear up, “please, don’t” you quietly beg him, tears forming in your eyes. Shoyo looks up at you and sees the tears. It doesn’t make him stop though. His fingers are now completely unbuttoning the buttons of the shirt as he pushes it open. “Still as beautiful as ever…My cute Sunflower. My sweet love~” his voice was gentle; his tone was sweet...but you knew better than to trust any of it. You were shaking like a leaf, a feeling of dread as he completely pops open your shirt, leaving your exposed in your bra. “Stop it, stop it… please, don’t do this” you beg him, your voice shaking.

Shoyo’s eyes look at your bare chest when your shirt popped open. He sucks in a breath when he sees you in your bra. It was black lace, his favorite color to see on you. He loved the way the color seemed to shape and form your body, he loved it when you wore skin tight clothes as well, the way it would hug your curves, squeeze your large breast and show off just how fat and jiggly your ass was. He stares at your face, taking in every feature that hadn’t changed over the past two years. You would be in your mid 20s by now...but you still looked like the day you ran away from him. It gave it both a sweet and bitter feeling. “You’re so perfect, you’re just so beautiful…So mine.” He says smoothly before flipping you again, pinning you face first against the wall once more. He starts placing kisses on your back, slipping your work shirt off your shoulders as he pushes himself up against you, his chest on your back, his bulge digging uncomfortably into your thick ass cheeks. His hand slowly trails it’s way up her spine, his fingers as cold as you remember them being. You could feel him start slowly unclasping your bra. You whimper softly, closing your eyes. This wasn't happening, it just couldn’t be.

Shoyo chuckles at the whimper and finally unclasps your bra. He pushes it up over your chest before letting it fall to the ground. His hands go down to your hips and he spins you back around, making you look at him as his eyes look you up and down. You head was starting to swim from how easily he man handled you, flipping you like you were a piece of meat on the stove... he was certainly looking at you like you were one.

“My dear Sunflower…I’ve missed you so much.” He says, wrapping his arms around your naked torso, pulling you against his chest. “Stay away from me, please” you beg softly, the strength leaving your body. You couldn’t even scream even if you wanted to. Your fear was freezing you in place. “Not a chance~” Shoyo chuckles as he takes a hold of your chin and cups it, forcing you to look at him. He could see the fear clear in your eyes, the way you trembled at his touch.

“Oh, my sweet love…Don’t be scared. I won’t hurt you…Not on purpose~” He says, lying.

You knew him well enough, experienced him well enough to know that those words were nothing but a fat lie. Shoyo pushes you back against the wall and starts to trail kisses down, starting from your neck, kissing and sucking on your collarbone. You whimper at the mild pain that came from him sucking harshly on your collarbone. You could feel one of his hands snake up your torso, cupping your breast. Shoyo starts to feel up your bare breast in his hand, gently caressing before harshly pinching your nipple between his two fingers. He smirks when he hears that familiar yelp of of pain leave your lips as slowly starts to suck and bite on your collarbone harder, leaving a huge dark hickey on it. His free hand goes down to your skirt and starts lifting it.

“I’m begging you, please don’t do this” you beg him, tears silently dripping down your face. Shoyo stops and pulls away from your collarbone. He looks at your face and sees the tears flowing from your eye. He gently wipes them with his thumb, a sympathetic look on his face. “Why are you crying? You’re making me feel bad…I’m not trying to hurt you, love.” He says, a soft expression on his face; he looked like a sad puppy. If you didn’t know any better, you’d believe that innocent face.

“Then let me go, and stop, please,” your voice was soft on his ears.

Oh, how he missed the sweet sound of your voice when you pleaded with him, when you begged him.

Shoyo chuckles, he had no plans on stopping. “I told you; I’m not letting you go, and I meant it” Shoyo says with a smile on his face. His hand gently caresses your cheek. “I missed you so much, you know?”

You could feel his other hand roughly squeeze your nipple as he continued to play with it, pulling and rolling it between his fingers in an almost cruel manner that...also felt good. You could feel his hand move from your chin, slowly caressing your body as it made its way down your body, trailing along your torso until it stopped at your thighs, forcing them apart. You suck in a cold, sharp breath, feeling his hand cupping your pussy through your panties. Shoyo chuckles when he feels you tense up. He gets close to your ear and whispers what would usually be sweet words in anyone else’s mind, but you knew he was mocking you. “You’re so warm here…It’s perfect”.

You feel a shiver run up your spine at his words. “You’re moist” he mutters softly, his finger gently stroking you through your panties. Shoyo’s sinister smile grows as he pushes a bit more up against you, putting his weight on you, pinning you to the wall as his fingers continue to caress you, feeling the wet spot on your panties grow. He kisses your neck, moving to your ear. “You didn’t think that you would get away from me, did you? You’re all mine~”

You shiver at his touch, your trained body reacting to his touch instantly. You could feel your panties growing damper as a familiar, unwanted pleasure starts to grow between your legs, rising up in your stomach. Shoyo laughs against your neck when he feels your body reacting, loving how you’re practically giving in already. “Your body is so honest, even if you say no. It’s so perfect, so honest. I love it~”

“No, I…” You try to object, but you couldn’t stop the small moan that slipped past your lips when Shoyo pressed against your aching core, rubbing small circles against your clit through the damp cloth shielding your needy pussy from his touch. Shoyo chuckles when he heard the moan and saw you struggle to speak. Pressing harder against you, he whispers in your ear. “You’re such a liar, love. Your body betrays you and I can feel it…You know you want it~”

”No, I really don’t” you plead with him but he doesn’t stop. He squeezes your breast again while continuing to rub circles on your clit. You shiver again, your panties growing moister. It felt good, the way your body registers this familiar pleasure, the way your body reacts to Shoyo’s familiar touch. He had trained you well, trained your body well to react like this to his touch, and his touch only.

Shoyo chuckles softly and kisses your neck. He feels you shiver, a soft, quiet moan leaving your lips. Shoyo rubs a bit faster, his touch gentle yet firm enough against your clit, just the way you liked being touched. He’s loving every minute of listening to you, feeling you shudder at his touch, the way you try to hold back moans from the pleasure he gives you. “Your body seems to be begging for more…Why else are you shuddering in pleasure, love?”

“No, that’s not it, just…let me go, please” you whimper softly, and despite your efforts, another moan escapes your delicate lips. Shoyo smirks and pulls your panties to the side, stroking your wet lips, before delving a little deeper. You could feel him tease your hole with his fingers, the familiar touch of his fingers toying with your pussy makes you want to fall apart. But you don’t, you refused to.

He doesn’t do anything more than teasing, simply stroking your cunt in just the right ways to make you squirm. You watch through lidded eyes as Shoyo pulls his fingers back and smirks, they were covered in slick, your slick. He laughs at the sight, a smug smile making its way onto his face. He places his fingers on your lips, his face close to yours. You close your eyes, a stray tear making its way down your face as he gently pokes your lips with his slick coated fingers, his smirk growing. “Looks like your body is betraying you, love. You shouldn’t lie to me, right~?”

You fight the trained urge to open your lips and suck his fingers clean, like you were forced to do so many times in the past. Shoyo’s smirk widens a bit when he sees you stop yourself. He continues massaging you, going slightly faster, loving seeing how you’re trying to deny the pleasure. “I’m not lying” you say softly, turning your face away from his sharp, raptor-like gaze.

“Oh really? Are you sure about that? You seem to be enjoying this a lot, darling~”.

You feel your legs go weak, you fight to keep standing, pleasure spreading through your body. “I…no, it…it's not like that” you mutter softly. Shoyo chuckles softly and buries his nose in your neck, taking in your familiar scent again. He could feel you getting weak, he felt his dick twitch in hos boxers again, enjoying the moans coming out of your mouth.

Fuck~ he wanted to take you right here, right now.

But he would wait. He was having too much fun teasing you at the same time.

“You can try to deny it all you want, but you and I know that you’re giving in~” He continues massaging your clit, picking up the pace. He pushes his body up against you, making sure you can’t go anywhere, only lean on him for support. You feel your body unconsciously lean against his, your legs shaking... just like he wanted you to. You wanted to fight the feeling, but you couldn’t.

You feel his fingers continuing to tease your hole, driving you crazy. “I’m putting them in~” he whispers in your ear but before you can object you feel two of his fingers slip inside of you, easily. “Now that wasn’t much trouble, you’re so wet for me they slipped right in” Shoyo coos again. You close your eyes, hating your body’s reaction to this man’s touch. “Aww, you feel that Sunflower, you’re sucking me in” Shoyo taunts you, and you knew he wasn’t wrong.

You could feel it too.

You try to hold back a moan, the pleasure intensifying. You were a little ashamed to admit, but it was the first time you had something inside since you left him. You try to hold back a moan but you couldn’t. The way his fingers felt so good inside, even if he wasn’t moving. Shoyo chuckles when he feels you lean against him, satisfied that he's able to break your resistance even just a little. His ears perk up when he hears your stifled moan and he smirks to himself. “It’s alright, love. You can make any sound you want here. No one is going to find us here. You can make all the loud noise you want…Let it out~”

”No, no this isn’t right. You shouldn’t be here" you whimper trying to bite back your moans as you feel him move his fingers slowly.

Fuck~ it felt so good, his fingers, the way he moved, how gentle his movements were.

But you could never admit that out loud.

Shoyo laughs against your neck as he slowly moves his fingers in and out, loving you’re attempt to deny the pleasure. “Why not~? We belong together, remember? You’re my love, my Sunflower, and mine to have whenever I please.” Shoyo says softly, as if trying to lure you in with his sweet tone, and gentle words.

Just like he did the first time.

You don’t say anything, your breath growing heavier the more Shoyo moved his fingers. Your eyes go wide when you feel him go faster. Shoyo chuckles and looks down at you. Seeing your eyes go wide is such a wonderful sight. He looks into them and doesn’t slow down, pushing his fingers a little bit harder.

*Squelch*

*Slick*

*Sluck*

“I can see the pleasure in your eyes, love. You can’t deny that you’re enjoying it. Look at you, quivering in pleasure…You’re perfect~” Shoyo coos in your ear. “Shut up...and just...leave me be, please,” you beg him, doing your best to hold in your moans. Shoyo laughs again and moves his head to your ear. “You’re begging me to stop, but I can feel how your body is shaking under my touch. Your body is begging for more, my dear Sunflower~”

You shake your head, “no…” You say weakly, moaning softly into his shoulder. You couldn’t help it, the familiar pleasure that used to be a distant, unwanted memory slowly clouding your mind again.

Shoyo feels your pussy squeeze his fingers slightly as a small whine escape from your lips, he smirks, taking that as a sign that your willpower is slowly breaking, that you’re giving in. He loves how much you’re struggling to deny the pleasure, it’s arousing to see you trembling in ecstasy every time he touches you. The way you try to hide how good you feel, your labored breaths, the trembling of your legs, it does nothing but puff up his pride.

“Oh, my sweet, sweet Sunflower…You’re so beautiful like this. So, so, perfect~” he ‘praises’ you. You knew he was doing nothing but mocking you all over again. “No, don't...don’t talk to me like that” you pant through labored breaths, your hands finding their way to his shirt, gripping it to keep yourself grounded. You use his strong, lean yet well-built sports body to support your body. Shoyo can feel you clutching onto his shirt as you use him to prevent yourself from falling. He loves how your hands are shaking, grasping the fabric of his shirt. He knows that you're struggling to keep up your strength to resist. And he was loving every second of it.

“Hmm~? I can talk to you however I want, my love. You belong to me. And I know that you love the way I’m talking to you right now~”

You shake your head, denying it. “I…ah~… I-I don’t” you say, letting out a louder moan when Shoyo’s fingers brush against a familiar pleasure spot. Shoyo smirks and pushes his fingers deeper, hitting that spot again...and again...and again, loving how you let out a loud moan. “You can try to lie all you want, my love…But I know that you’re lying. The way your body is acting speaks louder than your words, you know~” Shoyo murmurs in your ear. He moves his head to your neck and begins to kiss and suck all over, wanting to cover it with as many hickeys as he can. You can feel that familiar pleasure building up in your stomach despite your protest.

You didn’t want to but…he was going to make you; like he always did. “Please, no…” you weakly beg Shoyo when he starts moving his fingers faster and harder, hitting that spot again and again, going deeper than before still. Shoyo’s smirk widens when he hears you say “no” again even though he can hear the moans in your voice and feel how much your body is quivering in pleasure and how tight you are around his fingers.

“Stop denying yourself, dear. Admit that you’re enjoying it. I know you love the feeling~”

His mouth moves up to your ear and he whispers. “Give in and let it out, Sunflower~” You feel an electric shock like pleasure course through your body, your walls shuddering around Shoyo’s fingers. The red head smirks when he feels your soaking, messy cunt clamp down on his fingers, pulsing around him. He smirks, slowing down his rhythm just a little but not by much, prolonging your orgasm as he gently coos in your ear.

“That’s it…Good girl~ I was wondering when you would give in” Shoyo whispers gently, licking his lips as he looks down at you. “I can feel how you’re clenching around my fingers right now…I know you want this, love~” he continues on. “Shoyo~” You moan unconsciously when he keeps moving his finger.

Just like you were trained to do.

“Please” you beg softly, looking up at him with teary eyes, a small trail of drool running down the side of your mouth. Your mind was clouded, your thoughts were so easily scrambled by his simple actions. Shoyo smirks down at you, enjoying the way your eyes looked zoned out, the small trail of drool dripping down your chin. He couldn’t resist leaning in and licking it clean for you. He couldn’t stop his smirk from growing into a smug grin once again when he hears you moan his name, loving the way you said it. His thoughts immediately go back to the way you used to say his name, like a sweet melody. Seeing the tears and the drool on your face makes him feel satisfied, that you’re slowly falling into your conditioned state. Seeing you in this helpless and pleasure filled state, he couldn’t stop himself. He just had to tease you more.

“Please what~? What do you want, love? Tell your sweet me what you need~” Shoyo mockingly coos with a twisted smile on his face. “Wanna… ah~” you moan, unable to get your words out. Shoyo’s eyes shine when you’re unable to speak, loving the fact that you’re so wrapped up in the pleasure to even form words to speak to him. Seeing you so weak and vulnerable was so satisfying, it was like a dream come true once again. “You want what~? Use your words, love~” He teases, seeing a smirk spread across his face as he speeds up, his fingers rubbing against that sensitive spot.

“Wanna stop but…feels good, feels really good” you whimper, tears falling down your face so perfectly as you beg Shoyo to stop but also to keep making you feel good. Shoyo laughs gently, his fingers moving even faster, massaging all your sweet spots he had memorized perfectly. Seeing you so helpless, desperately wanting the pleasure but not wanting to admit it, tears rolling down your face, it was so cute and arousing to him.

“You want me to stop? But you know that you’re loving it, Sunflower. Your body is just begging for more… And I’m here to give you what you really want~” Shoyo squeezes your breast again, his fingers playing with your sensitive bud that already felt achy and puffy from his previous teasing. You let’s out another moan, trying to keep quiet as your brain slowly starts to shut off, slowly giving into the pleasure. Shoyo’s smirk widens, leaning down to your ear and whispering, “there’s no one here but us, love. You can make all the noise you want. Let me hear all those sweet moans coming out of your pretty mouth~”

You shake your head, biting your lip. You wouldn’t, you didn’t want to. Shoyo grabs your chin and looks into your eyes. He doesn’t like how you’re biting your lip, trying to hold back the moans and pleasure. He leans in, close enough to feel his breath on your face. “No, my love. I want to hear your sweet moans. I want you to stop holding back and just let it all out. I want to hear you, hear the pleasure in your voice. Don’t make me use force to get those noises out of you~”

You don’t say anything, biting your lip harder. You were still trying to fight him on this. Shoyo feels his irritation growing with your continued resistance. He tightens his grip on your chin, his face still very close to yours. “I warned you, Sunflower…You know what happens when you don’t listen to me~” He moves his hand away from your chin and grabs your hair, gripping it tight and pulling it back. He moves his mouth to your neck and begins to bite and start a hickey there. He was rough and harsh in his actions, not caring if his bite hurt your or not, his fingers moving just as roughly. You whimper, trying to hold back any sounds as he gets rougher with you. You knew it’d only make him feel better about himself.

It hurt

Shoyo’s eyes are cold and rough as he continues to bite your neck. The grip on your hair tightens as he gives you a large hickey, marking you as his. His fingers move quickly and abruptly showing no restraint or care for your feelings or comfort. He is only focusing on making you submit to him through a means too familiar to both of you. “You’re being such a bad girl, love. I know you’re loving this; you know that you love it. Just give up and give in to me…”

You whimper again. Some part of your brain whispers for you to fight the pleasure, to not give in. But it was hard, so hard not to. Shoyo continues to mark your neck, giving you large hickeys that would be impossible to hide. He feels you struggling to fight back against the pleasure, but he can see that you’re slowly giving in. With how you’re reacting, he knows that you can’t hold out much more. After all,

He trained you too well.

“Just give in, love…Stop fighting. I know you want to, give in to the pleasure. Let me hear those sweet moans coming out of your mouth~”

You don’t say anything, not know what to say. Shoyo growls in frustration and pulls your hair harder, making you look at him. He’s had enough of your disobedience, and he’s going to make you give in to him. He had finally found you after two fucking years, and if he had to retrain her again, he would.

“You’re being so rebellious, Sunflower, you know that? You know I don’t like it when you don’t listen to me, yet here you are, trying to fight me…Do you need a reminder of what happens when you misbehave, love? Is that what you want?” His voice was gentle but she could hear the sharpness of his undertone, the obvious underlying threat in his words. You shiver at his tone, you knew you should say something, anything. But nothing comes to mind or leaves your mouth. You stay silent.

Shoyo narrows his eyes at your silence, frustrated at your lack of response. He leans down to your ear and whispers. “Since you won’t speak, I suppose I’ll have to show you what happens when you’re disobedient, my love.” He moves his hand away from your hair and grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. He speaks in a low and cold tone. “Do you remember what happens next, love?” Your eyes widened, he wouldn’t. But when he moves his hand from your chin to his belt buckle, you knew he was serious. Shoyo smirks when he notices your eyes widening when he moves his hand down to his belt buckle. He knows that you’re scared, but he also knows that you know he’s being serious.

“Do you understand now, love? You should have listened to me. You should have just given in like a good girl. Now look at you, scared and shaking in nervousness and anticipation, knowing that you’re going to be punished~” he was obviously mocking you. A low whimper leaves your lips, slowly shaking your head, your heart racing in your chest. “I’m sure you remember your punishments” Shoyo smirks. Vivid memories from a recent past start to flash through your mind, the cruel things Shoyo would do to you that brought him joy.

Shoyo easily pulls his dick out of it’s confines, his other hand still buried inside your soaked pussy, pumping his fingers inside of you. His dick was already perked up, and leaking precum. You felt your heart drop.

He wouldn't…

But you knew he would

Shoyo smirks at your expression, as if silently taunting you. “If only you were a good girl for me, and gave me what I asked for…I wouldn’t do have to do this” Shoyo whispers in your ear, slowly pulling his soaking wet fingers out your messy cunt. He licks his fingers clean, making sure you were watching him. Shoyo immediately repositions you both, forcing you against the wall again, making sure your hands were pressed against the wall.

“Please, I’m begging you not to. I... I’ll listen, so please” your soft voice tickling his ears. Shoyo’s smirk widens when he hears how soft and pleading your voice is. He knows that you’re desperate, that you’re begging him not to do it. But he has made up his mind. “Begging isn’t going to help you, my love. You should have thought about that earlier. You should have given in when I asked. But you disobeyed me, and now you’ll have to take your punishment like a good girl~”

You stay silent, not knowing what to say. “Please I…I’ll listen, just please don’t do this. Not again, please I’m begging you, Shoyo” you beg him, tears pouring down your face. Shoyo feels something in him shift,

Ah~ it had been so long since he heard his name on your lips.

Shoyo feels his dick twitch in excitement, his desire for you growing. You could feel it, the way his dick jumped and twitches against you. It made you feel disgusted, like you wanted to scream and cry but…you couldn’t. But at the same time... some part of you wanted this, as fucked up as it was.

Shoyo’s cold expression falters when he hears his name on your lips. It was like music to his ears. He hadn't heard you say his name like that in years, it was like you were his loving Sunflower again. He was torn between sticking to his decision and giving into his desires. The way you said it was like a sweet melody to him, it made him feel something deep inside of him, something primal and possessive. He could feel a rush of pleasure and satisfaction run through him. The urges he felt only being fed by way you said his name so desperately, so pleadingly. The tears rolling down your face and the way you were begging for him, it made him want you even more.

"Mmm~" He hums, his chest swelling up in pleasure from your words and the way you look. "Oh, how I missed you saying my name like that...But I don't think you realize just how disobedient you've been. You need to learn your lesson, my love." He says softly, taking his thick, veiny cock and slapping it against your ass. You couldn’t help the way your body responded without your permission, the way your thighs rubbed together in anticipation, the way you subconsciously stuck your ass out more for him, as if you were pleading with him to touch you in a way you didn’t fully know if you wanted or not at this point.

Shoyo noticed the way your body responded, the way you rubbed your thighs together and stuck out your butt without even realizing it. It was so obvious how you were unconsciously pleading for his touch. He knew that your body was craving his touch, even if you were unwilling to admit it. But something about knowing it wasn't your own will to do so, to react so easily to his touch, was satisfying to see. He loves how your body acts without your permission, how it responds obediently to him, just as he trained it to do. "Ah, your body is being so obedient, love. Even though your words are saying one thing, I know that your body is telling me another~"

"No, I'm not...it's not like that" you try to protest but your mind started to get more clouded, the smell of his scent, the familiar weight of his dick laying against your ass; it was all clouding your mind. You thought you were able to escape his grasp. But while you did so mentally, it looked like your body still belonged to him in the worst ways.

Hinata laughs at your protest, loving how weak your voice is, how you're struggling to deny that your body is pleading for his touch. He can feel your body giving in to the pleasure again, just like he wanted. He laughs again, a little louder this time. "Your words are saying one thing, love, but your body is telling a completely different story. Your body hasn't forgotten how it's supposed to act around me. You can say you hate it all you want, but your body is already surrendering to me~"

You shake your head, “no...it’s not like that” you repeat yourself, sounding like a broken record at this point. But Shoyo was right, your body seemed to tell a truth you weren’t ready to admit. "You're not, huh? Then why is your body trembling? Why is your body subconsciously moving in the way I want, just like it was trained to do? Your body is telling me everything, love…"

You try to protest again but the warm feeling of his dick pressing against your entrance was more than enough to shut you up. “Last chance Sunflower, apologize for what you did~” Shoyo coos in your ear. You stay silent. Wrong move.

You feel Shoyo bottom out completely, his cock forcefully shoving it’s way into your needy hole. The glide was easy, your pussy already sopping wet, glistening with your slick that was dripping down your leg. Shoyo lets out a breathy moan, almost like a satisfied sigh, the same one you gave after finally getting your hands on something that you’ve been yearning for, for so long. It made her shiver, whether it was from the pleasure of having his dick inside you or not, you couldn’t tell. But those thoughts were quickly wiped from your mind when you heard his voice again.

“Fuck~, princess you feel so good...fucking missed this pussy, so much” he moans softly. Shoyo lets out a moan, sending shivers up and down your spine as his fingers dug almost painfully into your waist, keeping you still for him. The feeling of how your pussy squeezes and stretches around his girth, trying to accommodate his large size after all this time. He lets out a small groan from the pleasure from your tight cunt was giving him, he never wanted to let his feeling go. He can't help but lean his head back and let out a shaky breath. He missed this feeling for so long, he couldn't get enough of it.

“It's been so long since I've been able to be so close to you like this. You just don't know how much I've ached for this, my Sunflower~" Shoyo lets out another moan. He was trying his best not to move yet, being nice enough to give you a couple of seconds to adjust to his size. But that restraint was quickly slipping. He desperately wanted to claim you again, to mark you as his own once more. He looks down at you, his eyes filled with a primal hunger, his breathing heavy.

"Gods, I've been waiting for this moment for years. I don't think I can hold back much more, love...I want you so badly~" he mutters in your ear before you start to feel him move.

Shoyo groans softly as he starts to move inside you, the feel of your tightness enveloping him, reminding him of how long it had been since he last held you, felt you. His movements were slow at first, his hands still gripping your hips tightly. He leans down next to your ear, his breath warm against your skin. "Mmm, you feel so good, love...I'm not gonna be gentle, I'm too desperate for you..." His words sent a chill up your spine but...some part of you liked it, found enjoyment when he spoke to you like that, told you how desperate he was for you.

Shoyo starts to move faster, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He can feel you shiver at his words and he grins, loving the way you're responding to his touch. You could feel his body moving against yours in a steady yet frantic, borderline desperate rhythm. He leans down and gently bites your shoulder; his voice slightly ragged with desire. "Ah, you like that, don't you? The way I'm gripping you so tightly, so desperately, that's how much I want you...I'm done holding back now, love...I'm going to claim you as mine again, make you remember who you belong to, make you remember how good I can make you feel~. You feel so good, love...So perfect, so mine. I've missed this, missed you~ "

"Please...don't talk to me like that, I... I can't" you plead with him, knowing if he kept soothing you with sweet words while violating your body you...might break. Hinata doesn't listen to your plea. Instead, he continues to speak in a gentle yet possessive tone, his pace picking up as the pleasure escalates. "But I should talk to you like this, love. You are mine, and I will treat you that way. I don't care if you're fighting against this or me, I will show you that you belong to me...and you will accept it~"

“No, I... I can’t, not like this-” "Oh, but why not, princess? You've always loved it when I talked to you like this, you've always loved it when I was rough and possessive. I know you still do. I can see it in those beautiful eyes of yours~" Shoyo teases you, his dick slamming into you repeatedly, it was rough and it burned but you liked it. He was breaking you all over again. "I...I" you try to say but speaking was too hard, your brain was muddled with pleasure and pain, and you were enjoying all of it. Shoyo smirked with satisfaction at your struggled words. He increased the pace again, moving even rougher against you.

"That's it, love~ It's okay, you don't need to speak. Just feel everything. Just let yourself feel the pleasure and the pain, it's the only thing that matters now~"

“No...I...”

He knows you're enjoying it, despite how much you try to deny it. "Don't try to speak, love. You're only gonna make it harder on yourself. Just give in, let me take control. Let me make you mine once more, as you were always supposed to be~"

“I...” you try to speak but he only chuckles at your futile attempt to speak once more. He moves his hand up to gently cover your mouth, gently hushing you again, his movements not faltering as he continues to fuck into you like an animal, like you were nothing more than a sex doll molded for his pleasure. He can see the internal struggle in your eyes, the way you're trying to deny yourself pleasure. "Shhh~ Stop fighting it, princess. Just stop fighting me and give in, give in to the pleasure and let yourself go...You know you want it, you know you've missed this as much as I have~"

“I...” you try to speak again but once more but your thoughts fail you. The feeling of Shoyo's shaft slamming into your abused cunt only driving you crazier, turning you stupid all over again.

Shoyo laughs softly as he feels you struggle once more. He can see how mindless you're becoming due to the pleasure, how your thoughts are failing you, and it only adds to his own enjoyment. "Don't force yourself, Sunflower. You're making it way too easy for me to break you. I love seeing you like this, all mindless and needy. You're becoming so stupid again, and it's so cute, just like I like you, just like I trained you to be~"

You let out a soft whimper, his words getting to you as his length reached deeper into your pussy, you could feel his head reaching your womb, he was deep...too deep, it hurt, but it felt so good. His words and his movements have you trembling and whimpering, your body overwhelmed with a delicious mix of pain and pleasure. Shoyo looks down at you, his breaths coming in short and sharp. He can see the pain and pleasure in your expression, how you're trying to hold on, but he is determined to see you break completely. "You're doing so well, my love. You look so beautiful like this. You're taking me so well, just like you were meant to. Just a little more, princess. Just give in to me~"

It was hard to resist his sweet words, even though you knew better; you could feel yourself slipping backwards, falling for his honey laced trap again. Hinata watches with satisfaction as he can see you slipping, falling once more for his sweet words. A sly smirk spreads across his lips as he can see the struggle in your eyes. "Don't fight it, princess. Don't resist. Just give in, give yourself to me. I know you want to. I know you're aching to surrender to me again. You know you belong to me, just let go and let me take care of you~"

It was getting so hard to resist, his sweet words lulling you into a false sense of security, his rough yet blissful strokes making your body tremble and shake with each movement. You could barely stand on your own, the only reason you hadn’t fallen to your knees at this point was because Shoyo was holding you up.

You could feel the way his dick twitched inside you, the way his grip tightened on you. “Come now Sunflower, tell me, you missed me...didn’t you” Shoyo wasn't asking but saying those words, like he knew them to be a fact. “I...” you slowly mew, your thoughts practically nonexistent by now. Hinata grins, satisfied with your reaction. He looks down at you, his eyes dark with lust and possessiveness but there was also a sense of tenderness and care there...or was she just imagining that? She wasn’t sure, she wasn’t sure of anything really anymore.

She just wanted...to give in at this point.

Hinata laughs as he sees that distant fucked out look in your eyes. He can see how mindless you've become, how your thoughts have completely faded away, consumed by the pleasure he's giving you. "That's it, love. Just let it all go. Just give in and tell me what I want to hear. Tell me how much you've missed me. Tell me how much you've ached for me, how much you've needed me. I know it's true, I know you've missed me just as badly as I've missed you~"

He could see the fight left your eyes at this point, his dick drilling away every single unneeded thought in your head. Good.

"Mmm, you're almost there, love. You're so close to giving in completely. Say it, my princess. Say you missed me~" he says gently, his voice sweet and gentle on your ears. “I...I missed you...” you mutter softly, your thoughts no longer there. Hinata grins as he hears your soft muttered words. He can tell from your voice that your thoughts are no more, that you're finally submitting to him completely. "Ah~ That's a good girl, princess. You didn't fight back this time; you gave in like you should've from the start. Say it again, my love, tell me how much you missed me~"

He starts to move faster, driving himself deeper into you. He could feel a coiling tension in his body, demanding to be released. And you were the same, a familiar tension building up in your stomach, ready to burst at any second. “Together, princess” Shoyo mutters, and you find yourself nodding, agreeing with whatever he wanted. Hinata grins as he sees you nodding, agreeing with his words. He can feel the tension building up in both of you, both of you on the edge of release. "That's it, princess. We're gonna release together, just like always. Just like we were meant to."

He starts to move even faster, his pace becoming almost desperate as he seeks release, trying to bring you over the edge with him.

“Fuck! Sunflower, just like that...shit, you feel so good, fucking missed you so much, my needy little princess; your tight cunt, all of it” Shoyo moans loudly when that tension finally releases. You could feel his hot cum filling your womb, causing you to fall apart right after him. You let out a muffled cry of pleasure, barely able to register anything but the feeling of his hot seed spilling inside of you, marking you as his once more, and the feeling is euphoric for Shoyo, somewhat less for you even in your dazed state.

"Mmm, love...I've missed you so much, my Sunflower... My princess...You're mine, all mine..." Shoyo mutters, staying buried deep inside you even after his balls finish emptying inside of you. You slowly nod your head, unable to do anything.

In your dazed state you were unsure of a lot of things, not even able to think correctly but you had a feeling...this time,

you wouldn’t be able to escape again.

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