#i am so weak for this

[hoperenae]

Playing FMK w/Kenma and Kuroo (f!reader)

BACKGROUND — You've been best friends with Kenma and Kuroo since elementary school. You go to all their volleyball games, therefore you’re friends with all the other volleyball boys by default. You’re like everyone’s favorite sister. But one friendly game of ‘fuck, marry, kill’ could change all that.

A/N — Wrote this on the clock at work, so does that mean I’m a paid author now? 🥴

WORD COUNT — 885

“I’m not playing that.” Kenma glanced up from his game long enough to roll his eyes at you. You were all sitting on the floor in his bedroom.

“Oh come ooooon,” you pleaded. “It’ll be fun. What about you, Kuroo-kun?”

“You know I’m always down for a little drama,” Kuroo grinned slyly. You clapped your hands gleefully.

“Ok, we’ll start with you, then!” You turned to face Kuroo. “Hmm…Bokuto, Yaku, and Lev.”

“Oh please, that’s too easy,” Kuroo said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Fuck Bokuto, marry Yaku, kill Lev.”

“Fair enough,” you laughed. “Ok do me.”

Kuroo rubbed his chin in contemplation. “Kageyama, Shrimpy, Akaashi.”

“Oh man.” You paused. “I guess it’s gotta be fuck Kageyama, marry Akaashi, kill Hinata. Sorry Hinata.” You and Kuroo both laughed, and you swore you saw Kenma snicker out of the corner of your eye.

“Your turn, Kenma,” Kuroo said. “Give one of us 3 names.”

“No,” Kenma retorted plainly.

“Kenmaaaaaaa,” you groaned. “Please please pleeeeease.”

Kenma, finally done with your shit, took a deep breath, set his phone down, and said, “Fine. This one is for you, Kuroo. There’s only two people, and you can choose between fuck and marry.”

“That’s not really how it works,” you interjected. Kenma shot you a death glare that instantly shut you up.

“Me and y/n. What’ll it be?”

Kuroo’s face went ghostly white at the same time yours turned beet-red.

“Th-that’s not fair,” Kuroo stammered. “You can’t use people in this room.”

“Why not? Are you scared?” Kenma’s lips curled up in a cruel smile.

“Of course not!” Kuroo declared.

“Alright, then choose.” Kenma crossed his arms across his chest with the same sly look painted on his face.

“I-I don’t think you should be allowed to just change the rules like that,” Kuroo said, his voice cracking.

“Quit stalling, Kuroo,” Kenma said with raised eyebrows. You were still as stone, not daring to show any emotion one way or the other. But you had to admit, you were very curious to hear Kuroo’s answer.

“Okay fine!” Kuroo shouted. “I’d fuck and marry y/n because, frankly, I don’t want anything to do with Kenma right now if he’s gonna be a little brat.”

“So I’m your last resort? I only win by process of elimination?” You tried to suppress the grin forming on your face.

“What? No, that’s not what I meant!” Then, seeing the coy look on your face, Kuroo said, “I hate you both.”

“You love us.” You playfully punched his arm, very much aware of the blush that had crept onto his face.

LATER THAT NIGHT

It was late. You were in Kenma’s living room, and the host of the evening was fast asleep on the couch, leaving just you and Kuroo sitting on the floor in front of the couch watching a movie.

Of course, you were only half paying attention to the movie. The other half of your brain was preoccupied with how close Kuroo was to you, something that never seemed to matter until now. Your arms were nearly touching, to the point where every once in a while his arm hair tickled you. He was giving off heat like a radiator, so much so that you discarded your blanket long ago. Was he this close when the movie started, or did you gradually gravitate toward each other like magnets?

You moved ever so slightly to relieve your aching tailbone, and your arm bumped against his.

“Sorry,” you mumbled. He waved it off.

Despite the movie, the silence between the two of you felt deafening. You had never felt awkward around Kuroo before, so why now? Was it because he was so nervous to answer Kenma’s question earlier? Was it because he insinuated that he had feelings for you? Or was it all just part of the game?

You felt his gaze on you, so you turned to look at him. Your faces were mere inches away, close enough to feel his breath wisp across your face. It smelled like the pink Starbursts he had munched on earlier, refusing to eat any other flavor.

“What?” you whispered.

His eyes briefly flickered down to your lips and back. “Nothing.”

“It’s clearly not ‘nothing,’” you said, your stomach turning over and over and over. He said nothing for almost a full minute.

“I just…I hadn’t thought about it like that. About you like that.”

“Oh,” you breathed. “And now?”

“Now, I can’t stop.”

You stared into those familiar hazel eyes, and time seemed to slow down. Neither of you moved even an inch for fear of losing the moment. You felt suspended in midair, as if you were floating and falling at the same time. Everything you thought you knew was collapsing in on itself, but something new was being rebuilt from the rubble. Something beautiful and familiar and utterly terrifying.

“Would you guys just kiss already?” Kenma mumbled from behind you.

You both jolted and, realizing how close you were, quickly scooted apart. The spell was broken, and now you just felt flustered and embarrassed.

“Oh hell no, I’m not letting him ruin this.” Kuroo leaned back toward you and, in one swift motion, cupped your face in his hands and pressed his lips to yours. And it was perfect.

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