#go borrow this book from the library ASAP!!! true insanity

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[hikarinon]

Shakespearean Kuroo

〢 pairings : KUROO TETSUROU X Reader

〢 fluffy fluff fluff

〢 warnings : kuroo with a faded black denim jacket

“My my~ who would’ve thought a doll-face like you would like smut”

“Disgusted, you must be?” you proudly flipped your hair.

He smirked, nearing closer to your face,

“Actually, I’m quite turned on right now”

  Sitting on the middle of the aisle, smelling the scent of old books, enduring the silence it gave while you gave in to the words right before you. Your need of affection magically brought you to the library, lifting your hands up to take the oh so famous Romeo&Juliet. Your love for fiction brought you here, in the hopes of being satisfied with mutual feelings. You were just done with some wizarding world, you needed to come back being a muggle once in a while.

Secretly lurking from the corner, a black haired man, seated himself right in front of you. You glanced long enough to recognize this handsome fellow.

Tall, mischievous, Kuroo Tetsurou, wandering about in the library, wearing a brutally hot faded black denim jacket, holding a closed chemistry book with its edge placed right beside his smirk. His eyes as if asking for you to have a staring contest with him, but you know better than to make yourself fall for the infamous Tetsurou charms.

You weren’t wrong though, this man has made you his target ever since he locked eyes with you when you got out of class. In that mere moment he knew, he wanted more of them.

“Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?” Shakespeare, he quoted.

You stay in silence, trying not fall in. His eyes aren’t ones to give up either. He could enjoy the view in front of him just fine. No matter how tempting your appearance are just by simply reading one of his favorites, his eyes knew very well you’re not focusing on it.

He leaned back deeper on the shelf behind him, stretching his legs, making both of your feet touch. Your inner desires possessing your body, resulting it to not move at all. The edge of his timberland shoes stroke the inner side of your calf,

“Do me or not do me, THAT is the question” and you snorted. You burst out laughing, shocking him for he did not expect it at all.

“BWAHAHAHAHAWATDEFAKHAHA-MMmphhh-OMG I forgot. We’re in the library” bewitched by your smile, he couldn’t say a word. “Okay okay, I give up. Hi! hello! to whom do I owe the pleasure of having such a handsome company?” the way you sweetly tilted your head made him lose his composure as he gulped his saliva down his throat.

He lifted his eyes to meet yours once more, putting on his signature smirk “Oh but the pleasure’s all mine, darling” he rose up and sat next to you, not breaking away from your eyes,

“I believe it would be a pleasant decision for us to make an acquaintance, don’t you think so, doll-face?”. You smiled back “If you insist then” thank God you dropped your tacos in front of your class. if you didn’t, he wouldn’t have almost stole them and looked at you and none of this would’ve happened.

Spent the whole afternoon on the cold wooden floor of the library playing footsies, talking about books, studies, and everything. He told you about his old high school volleyball team and showed you their pictures. You thought this would be a ‘one night stand’ kind of thing so you figured maybe being a bit reckless would be extremely tolerable. So you practically exposed yourself.

“My my~ who would’ve thought a doll-face like you would like smut”

“Disgusted, you must be?” you flipped your hair proudly

he smirked, nearing closer to your face, “Actually, I’m quite turned on right now”

The next day you went back to the library to return the book you ended up borrowing cause you couldn’t finish it the day before, due to a certain reason. You turned your way to the aisle you got it from, and there he is, sitting on the floor, wearing the same denim jacket, casually flipping through some science textbook with one knee bended, lies the reason.

The moment his eyes looked up and saw you, his hands tightened into fists, almost crumbling the pages. His voice let out a hoarse sigh as he demanded himself to fight the urge to just pounce on you right there and then.

Turns out you ordinarily wearing an ordinary oversized sweater, ordinary black leggings, ordinarily hugging books, ordinarily looking at him, surprised written on your face, isn’t so ordinary in his eyes as he expected it to be.

You sat beside him, “What a surprise it is to bump into you today, may I ask what the fuck you are doing here?” sarcasm written in your eyes, which his wondered into, hoping you would catch his answer through them.

when he realized you couldn’t, he went back to his book,

“Well, you know what Ron said, ‘when in doubt, go to the library’” cause yes indeed he was in doubt, excitement yet, frustration. Couldn’t stop thinking about your gorgeous laugh since yesterday. And all of the sudden, without him realizing it, his feet brought him here, the same spot as yesterday.

you stared at him for a while, staying silence, hoping this would stop before it went too far. He asked why the sudden solitude, so you mused in response “Silence is the perfectest herald of joy. I were but little happy ,if I could say how much.”

The way he bit his inner index finger, smirking, made your mind go out of insane, “Much Ado About Nothing I see” he hummed. Turns out he is very well introduced to Shakespeare. He didn’t think you would actually come here though, and somehow your less than half a meter existence next to him is making him incapable of making up any kinds of pick-up line. For you are not just some kind of girl he wants to just pick up.

Music filled your head as you felt something went into your right ear. His eyes met yours as he was adjusting the earphone you’re both sharing now. He smiled confidently, then tucked your hair behind your ears.

He resumed on to hug your head, pulling you closer so that his lips could give your right cheek a peck before going back to his book. Once you noticed the song, turns out he made a playlist of both of your favorite songs combined, the result of yesterdays talk you guessed.

You took his phone that was resting on the floor and opened the playlist. It wrote ‘If music be the food of love, play on.’ on the title.

you couldn’t help but smile foolishly. You leaned your head on his shoulders, closing your eyes, perishing yourself into the moment. Whatever it is you’re experiencing right now, whether it be a 10 minute daydream or a road to a lifetime experience, it felt too good to be true.

The moment he felt a brush of hair against his jaw, he noticed the sudden weight on his shoulder. He shifted you by your arms gently, thus closing the gap between the both of your shoulders as your head buried themselves deeper into his neck. The sweet scent of your hair making him unable to prevent himself from nuzzling the top of your hair, kissing it, then went back to his book as he slightly leaned on you too.

The both of you were thanking the Gods for whatever it is that they allowed to possess the both of your bodies that day.

That night, your mind was swirling with the recent event that just occurred. You were questioning yourself as to why you even stayed

‘staying equals attachments, attachments equals hope, and hope equals destruction’

Despite how much you enjoyed it, you’ve read enough fiction to know how all of this is just some temporary ecstasy.

You fell already, it’s time to get back up again. Standing by with this conviction of yours, you were determined to not let your body give itself away to go to the library.

Your determination was canceled by Kuroo Tetsurou himself as he swooped you up and threw you over his broad shoulders when you went out of your last period.

“Aaaaand where do you think you’re going?” he cooed

“Home, duh” you sassed, using your feet to kick him and your free hand to hit him on his back. Your efforts were stopped by a gasp from your mouth as he squeezed your ass lovingly,

“Don’t make me kiss your ass, doll-face. You wouldn’t want the professors to see you worse than you are now, would ya?” you can actually hear his smirk by the way he was talking. You listened to his advise and finally gave up.

Your afternoon library sessions was now associated with his very presence. Sometimes with reading, sometimes without. He would sing the songs underneath his breath as you slept. the both of you would write small scribbles on the books, marking it, and write down relatable quotes on your palms as a new way of communication.

When the both of you were busy reading, he would interlace your fingers with his, brushing it with soft kisses. If he were to feel the need of affection, you would let him sleep on your lap as your fingers bury themselves in his hair, scratching his head. Ever since, he stated that he didn’t want to sit anymore. He needed to be on your lap no matter what the circumstances are.

Days went by like that, as you start to forget little by little that there is no official relationship status between the both of you, and you just simply went with it.

He on the other hand, was suffering. He needed a confirmed status where he can finally call you his asap. As much as he loves the times he spent with you in the library, it wasn’t enough for his aching heart.

The fact that he has not introduced you to his grandparents is killing him.

Till the day has come where the both of your times were not mutual. Your class was appointed to go to the main hall for a meeting, so your last period ended sooner than usual. It was raining so you ended up using your umbrella to go to the hall. You didn’t think much about Kuroo waiting for you, cause you thought he would probably just leave the moment he saw that your class is empty.

But turns out you don’t know Kuroo Tetsurou very well do you?

For the famous Kuroo is currently running around campus, trying to find his adorable y/n. Other than his needs of confirmation, he is hella worried you’d get wet if you walked to the library without the protection of his jacket.

An hour later, the meeting was done, you know you needed to go home. So why are standing here on the gate with your umbrella, facing towards the library.

‘he probably went home already’

‘there is no way he would wait for you’

‘it’s impossible for him to have the same feelings as you do’

‘go home, you’re hoping to much’

‘It’s over and you know it’

As lost as you were in your mind, you suddenly found yourself in front of the library entrance, opening the door.

“Oh what the hell” you left your umbrella outside and went in. Your body bringing themselves towards the aisle. You held your breath before turning your head, and there you have it.

No one.

A pang of regret hits your chest. And as your vision starts to get blurry, you faintly smiled,

“ It was fun while it lasted.”

a trickling sound came from behind

 “I’ve been looking-everywhere for you, doll-face”

 The moment your body jerked facing the source of the sound, your sight was welcomed with a drenched Kuroo, panting, catching his breath, yet managed to stand up straight and look at you with a wide grin planted on his face.

Your instinct was to get your tissue and instantly dry his dripping wet hair. His hands went to find yours that was busy drying him and kissed your fingers, “Why didn’t you come sooner?”

 Guilt spread every parts of your heart as you saw the yearn in his eyes. “ I was …… I was contemplating” you brought his cold hands to your warm cheeks, sending you shivers. He stroked them gently, “contemplating on what?” his husky voice muttered, face inching closer to you.

“W-whether or not I should hope on this Kuroo, I-” you flinched as a sudden coldness spread all over your body

He couldn’t hold it in any longer. He needed you. he took you into his embrace, squeezed you tight, drowning into your warmth. His hot breath tickled your neck as he buried himself into them while he exhaled his relief

“Hope all you want doll-face, I’ll fulfill it a hundredfold”

he lifted his face to face yours. He glanced at your lips then your eyes asking for permission, which you gave. Then his lips finally, desperately, found yours.

You pleasantly opened your mouth welcoming his tongue. One of his hands crept its way to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. You moaned a harmony into the kiss as he deepens it. He chuckled, and broke the kiss, still saying close that he is practically murmuring on to your lips,

“I guess the course of true love never did run smooth, huh?”