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You always had an odd relationship with Kuroo.
You two were close since high school, people often thought you two were dating. You both continued to deny it, claiming you were “just friends”, but you wished that wasn’t the case. You definitely felt something for Kuroo. You weren’t completely sure what it was, but you knew it was stronger than friendship. Throughout high school, and even now in Uni, you wondered if Kuroo felt the same about you. The stupid grin he’d give you, the way he’d laugh at all your jokes like they were the funniest thing he’s ever heard, the lingering hugs and touches he’d give you throughout the day. Just the thought of it gave made a warmth flow to your cheeks. He must feel something towards you, right?
Wrong.
Within the first few weeks of Uni, Kuroo already had a girlfriend. And dear god, she was stunning. Gorgeous, intelligent, witty, and sarcastic in just the right way to humor Kuroo. You felt you couldn’t hold a candle to her, no matter how hard you tried to keep it burning. Their was something odd about their relationship, too. Although Kuroo was dating her, his “friendliness” to you didn’t cease. He continued to be just as flirty and touchy as usual. He didn’t exhibit this type of behavior around his girlfriend, though, making you a bit suspicious. Was he…trying to incite something? If he was, you needed him to stop beating around the bush. It was getting too hard to decipher the hidden meanings behind his actions.
You awkwardly made your way to Kuroo’s couch, sitting down beside him while he attempted to make some light conversation with you. He invited you over for a “study session” but you didn’t see any study materials on the glass coffee table. In the back of your mind, you felt he had something else in mind, but you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he’d get it out later? After a few minute’s of mindless chatter. Kuroo grew quiet. His usual cheeky grin was absent from his face, it twisted into a a look of deep thought, and his brows were furrowed. He looked very discontent, for lack of a better word. An awkward silence fell between you two, until you gained the confidence to break it.
“Uh…are you…okay? You seem a little out of it.”
Kuroo averted his gaze looking a the ground for a few moments, before looking back to you. He leaned forward and raised his hands to cup your face. Your face instantly flushed, the sudden close contact surprising you. He closed his eyes and leaned towards you. He brought his lips close to yours, hesitating a bit, then softly pressing his warm lips on yours.
You had to admit, you were waiting for this moment for a while, and you were definitely going to take advantage of it. You didn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss, roughly returning his kiss with ten times the fervor. Kuroo, not expecting such a reaction, toppled over, letting go of your face, his back hitting the couch softly. Not wanting to break the kiss, you followed suite, positioning yourself in between Kuroo’s legs and pinning him to the couch, grinding your crotch hard against his. After a couple seconds of recovery, Kuroo attempted to battle you for dominance, opening his mouth and rubbing his tongue against your lips to ask for entrance. You opened your mouth, allowing him to slip his tongue inside, but not giving him the upper hand, no matter how hard he tried. On his last attempt to gain control, took his chin in between your thumb ans index finger, causing him to freeze from your sudden action. You broke the kiss, and looked Kuroo in the eyes while taking his bottom lip in between your teeth, applying enough pressure to show you mean business but not to hurt him. His eyes widened at the sight and his already pink cheeks began to darken, the blush slowly spreading all the way to his ears. The adorable look of submission on his face was enough to convince you to absolutely wreck him on the couch.
It’s been a while since that night. You and Kuroo spent many other “study sessions” together since then, each one becoming progressively more intimate. He started off by simply holding your hand during the act, but now it progressed to him complimenting you during the act and holding your body as close to his as possible. One night, he even told you he loved you. But nothing really changed in your public relationship. He continued to go out with his girlfriend and act romantic with her, even around you. You couldn’t help but feel like the man was playing you like a fiddle. On his cold, lonely nights, you’d be there to keep him company and even offer him warmth, yet you gained nothing in return. Deep inside, you felt a bit guilty for doing this behind his girlfriend’s back. She was such a sweet girl and didn’t deserve this. But those nights you spent with Kuroo were invaluable, you desperately waited for his “come over” texts with no shame. He had you wrapped around his finger, and you were wound tight.
You sat in Kuroo’s lap, taking your sweet time exploring his mouth with your tongue. He was seated against the backboard of his the bed, while you seated above him, your legs at both sides of his hips. His arms were wrapped behind your thighs, grinding you against him and pulling you closer with each kiss. You tried to do your best and stay focused on him, but the guilt began to creep up on you again. You were in the bed he shared with his girlfriend, did this make you a homewrecker? A liar? A cheater? You were broke from your thoughts by the warm sensation of Kuroo’s lips kissing down your jaw, trailing their way down your neck. You moaned softly, allowing him to continue his actions while you began unbuttoning his jeans. You decided to bottle these thoughts for now, allowing yourself to be consumed by the pleasure. You could sort these things out later.
Kuroo plopped down beside you, his breathing labored from the actions you two just finished. He was completely naked, his toned body exposed for your viewing pleasure. He turned to where you lie, grinning confidently.
“How was it?” He asked with a small wink, his breathing still a bit uneven.
You smiled back, softly answering with a lethargic, yet honest, “great..” Sex was fucking tiring.
Kuroo chuckled quietly, leaning forward, only leaving a few inches in between your faces. “You’re so cute~ You gotta let me work you like this more often, babe. I promise it’ll be this good, no, even better, next time.”
It was your turn to laugh now. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, babe.”
Kuroo scoffed at your sassy comment. “I love you too~.” He teased, closing the gap between you two to seal your lips in a sincere kiss.
Those three words. They struck a cord in you. Was he being serious? Did he even like you as much as you did him? Once he broke the kiss, you spoke up.
“Kuroo…” His brows perked up at the call of his name and his gaze became focused on you.
“What are we?”
His expression dropped, nervousness immediately striking his face. He cleared his throat, before shakily answering himself.
“Uhm…I’m not sure what we have here…but…it’s good, right? I like how things are…don’t you?”
That was not the answer you were hoping for. You daydreamed about the time you spent with Kuroo awakening his feelings. He’d break up with his girlfriend, and you two would fall in love, living happily ever after. But sadly, that wasn’t reality. Kuroo harbored no true feelings for you, he was just using you for a quick fuck. Ironically, you felt like the one being cheated.
“I…” anger and sorrow bubbled in your chest, you sat up and got out of the bed, walking over to the clothes you shed earlier and quickly putting them on.
Kuroo quickly sat up in the bed. “Yo, what’s wrong? Did you think this was…something serious?” He asked, his voice lacking genuine concern.
You swiveled around to face him, half-clothed. You were trying to keep your cool, but his annoyance at the fact you caught feelings untethered your rage. “I’m sick of being your little secret!“ You yelled, tears beginning to well in your eyes. “This…isn’t fair…I deserve love too!” As much as you wanted to cry, you held it back. He really wasn’t worth the effort.
Kuroo looked shocked, he’d never seen you so upset before. His mouth opened to say something, but the sudden shut of the front door interjected his attempt.
“Shit, she’s here.” He whispered, cursing a bit. You heard her call out Kuroo’s name sweetly, trying to see if he was home. Kuroo’s gaze fell on you, his eyes desperate and pleading. “Hide.” He muttered, pointing to the closet.
You stood still, frozen in your tracks. You heard his girlfriend’s footsteps making their merry way up the steps, blissfully unaware of what was happening.
Should you comply, or out him and tell the truth? Time was wearing thin, with each passing second, her footsteps grew louder, and the ice in your veins froze colder.
What should you do?