#me n the bad bitch i pulled by also being rejected by my team's captain and having a short lived emo phase in which it looked like he'd

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Until You’re Mine | Kuroo Tetsurou

Genre: fluff ig??

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.5K+

Warning(s): swearing lol

Prompt:  “Right now, I don’t know if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge.” “Can I pick?” from here

Note: i honestly don’t know if this fic makes sense but i wanted to try anyway. give me some comments on how i can improve! or maybe leave requests so i can practice? i don’t think i’m good, though. anyways, i hope you enjoy!

It was probably a few months ago when you first met Kuroo. Your friend had forced you to cut classes and watch your school’s boy’s volleyball club to ‘support’ them during their practice match against Nekoma. That was obviously a lie. You both know that neither of you knew shit about volleyball. Well, maybe a few but still not enough to get you to cut classes. Her promise of treating you your favourite food convinced you though.

 So there you were, at the gym’s second floor pretending to be interested in the game occurring before you. It didn’t help that your eyesight was half shit so really you can only mostly see black and white blurs playing against red ones.

 On the times where you could focus your sight, though, you were absolutely amazed at how they hit the ball so hard, as if it would rip someone’s arm off if they ever touched it. However that didn’t happen (disappointingly) when two half-blurs held out their arms to stop the strong ass 'spike’. See, you know at least that much.

 You were curious what the blocker looked like so you shifted your position to take a closer look. You finally focused your sight on him and fuck was he hot. With black messy hair, smug grin and firm looking muscles. You were feeling things, those heart fluttering, holy shit things. 'But he looks like a fuckboy. He probably has girls left and right. Therefore, no thanks.’

 "Bokuto’s pretty good at this, huh.“ Your friend muttered.

 "Huh? Bokuto’s here?” You looked over at the spiker and surely enough, you saw your classmate frowning at the hot blocker.

 "The fuck kinda rock have you been living in? He’s pretty well-known you know.“ You shrugged at her statement and continued watching.

 The match finishes with your team’s win and Bokuto’s loud "Hey, hey, hey!” along with the rest of the team’s cheers. Just as you and your friend stood up to leave, you heard your names being called.

 "Oi, (Y/N) and (F/N)! What are you doing here? We have classes at this time!“ The loud bastard said.

 "Keep it down, you’re gonna get us caught, you owl!” You shouted back before approaching your school’s team. “You better shut up about this.”

 "Oya? Who’s this Bokuto?“ You turned to see who was talking only to see none other than the black haired hottie from Nekoma. "Cutting classes eh? Rebellious, I like that.”

 "Ah, these are my classmates (Y/F/N) and (F/F/N).“

 "Pleasure to meet you.” He held out his hand to you after slightly bowing to your friend, making her scoff, feeling quite offended. “Kuroo Tetsurou.”

 You pondered whether you should accept his handshake, honestly having your decision lean more towards rejecting it yet you didn’t want to seem rude. You held his hand and shook it. They were calloused, most likely from playing volleyball, and it made him seem hotter to you for some reason.

 "Nice to meet you, too.“

 "Say, your name sounds pretty. I think it will look nice in my contacts as well. So, may I have your number?” Fuck. That was smooth. Too smooth.

 You were about half an inch close to giving him your number but remembering your thoughts earlier, you held back. Also, you lowkey wanted to see how he’d handle a rejection and boy were you surprised.

 "Sorry. I don’t really feel like giving my number to you, Kuroo-san. I don’t think you’re my type.“ You teased. Expecting him to be dejected or annoyed, you were surprised at how he just smiled at you with amusement.

 "Is that so? Too bad. Next time, then.” He gave you a smile and a wave, which you both returned on the way out of the gym. Upon exiting, your friend slung an arm around your shoulders and pulled you to her.

 "You’re such a liar. You and I both know he’s a hundred and twenty percent your type.“

 "True.”

 "So why’d you reject him?“

 You stopped and pretended to think. "I dunno. To play with him or something. Test him? Not really sure yet.”

 And that was where it all started. Of course he wouldn’t just let a cute girl like you walk away like that, leaving him empty handed. He pestered Bokuto for your number and very easily acquired it.

 Ever since then Kuroo had been pestering you with texts. From 'good morning’ texts to 'goodnight, dream about me’ texts. You planned on ignoring him but how could you when he’s being unexpectedly adorable and funny? He even went as far as pestering their coach to arrange more practice matches with Fukurodani just so he could see you. He also offered to pay Bokuto with beef to get you to come watch his official matches which he couldn’t do because, as stated earlier, you don’t know shit about volleyball.

 Eventually your feelings grew deeper for the “Rooster Head,” as your friend liked to call him, seeing his efforts towards you. 'Definitely not a fuckboy,’ you thought. The sound of your phone’s notification tone distracted you.

 Sender: Rooster Head

Subject: game @ friday 1pm

 come watch me?

 You debated whether you should go, seeing as you do have classes at the time. Nah, who are you kidding? You have zero problems cutting classes. However, you did want it to be a surprise so you decided to lie.

 Sender: My (Y/N)

Subject: idk

 i have classes

 Kuroo sighed. He’s not getting any younger. For every match, he’s afraid if it will be his last seeing as he’s a third year. He might not get to show off to you during a game at this point. Well, what can he do. So he went on with practice.

 Friday came around quickly and you didn’t even bother going to school. Your initial plan had been to attend the morning classes at least then sneak out but what the hell, right? Skipping school entirely is easier, except for the part where your friend has been cursing you out over the phone for at least ten minutes. She did stop when you said you were going to Kuroo’s game.

 She went from 'bitch what the fuck how could you leave me alone’ to 'yes, girl, go get your mans. i’ll take notes for you. goodluck!’

 You prepared yourself, working on making yourself look good™️ to calming your erratically beating heart.

 It was 12:56 p.m. and Kuroo hadn’t stopped glancing at the bleachers from time to time. Holding onto your 'idk’ and hoping you would show up last minute. This went on until during warm-ups and his team couldn’t help but notice.

 "Oi, Kuroo. You seem distracted.“ Yaku started. "The match is about to start so pull yourself together.”

 Kuroo sighed. Yaku was right. He had to pull himself together for the match. The players were told to line up and bow to their opponents. After that, they stood at their positions in the court.

 'One last time,’ he thought. 'Let me just look one last time.’

 He raised his head and scanned the bleachers and to his surprise, there you were. His eyes widened but then he thought he might be hallucinating.

 You saw Kuroo amongst the players. This time you made sure to wear your contacts so you could at least see him play. The contacts proved to be helpful as you even saw how his eyes widened upon seeing you. You smiled at him and waved. Then you put your hands towards your mouth as a way to increase your voice’s volume.

 "Go, Kuroo! Knock 'em dead!“ You yelled which made you regret it as it sounded a bit too violent.

 The way Kuroo’s heart warmed up from hearing you cheer for him was unbelievable. He just wanted to run to you and give you a tight hug but his thoughts were interrupted when he heard the whistle. Now knowing you’re there watching him and cheering for him, it gave him strength to just win this thing then run to you and hug you. Maybe even kiss you.

 You couldn’t take your eyes off of Kuroo as he played. He was hot. You knew that, from the moment you laid eyes on him during that practice match. But damn, he was next level hot when he’s extra serious during an official match.

 Soon enough the match ends with Nekoma’s victory. Not surprising, seeing as they are a powerhouse school and that the captain had inspiration amongst the bleachers. After bowing to their opponents and supporters, you head down to the court (you weren’t really sure if that was allowed but you did it anyway). Kuroo saw you and also walked towards you.

 "Hey, congratulations on the win. You looked pretty cool out there.” You said as you try to fix his (sweaty) fringe.

 "Yeah, I know. It’s me, what do you expect.“ Kuroo said as he let you do as you please. "So, you ended up falling for my charms, huh.”

 You stopped what you were doing and scoffed upon seeing his smirk.

 “Right now, I don’t know if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge.” Kuroo was taken aback but he masked it with his smirk as usual.

 "Can I pick?” He said, slightly leaning down to your hight. You rolled your eyes and laughed softly.

 "Sure, go ahead.“

[taesbetch]

But I Don’t Like Bacon

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut (ish)

Word Count: 2,006

You narrowed your eyes as you watched your long-time enemy byun Baekhyun. He was sitting a couple of tables away from you reading his textbook intensely. That’s not the part that annoyed you.

No, it was the crowd of girls watching him from outside the library windows as if an angel had just floated down from heaven.

And what made it even worse, was that he loved it. Ohhh god the boy was reveling in the attention he was getting.

He loved playing with their feelings and then dropping them as if they were nothing.

One of your best friends happened to be one of the girls he played; but yet she still pined after him. It's almost as if the hatred she should have felt traveled to you, amplifying you need to end him.

you were currently sitting at 2nd in your year levels ranking. Guess who the fuck was first.

Yep. Baekhyun.

Its like everything you did he was there and doing it better than you. Your vice captain, he's captain.

Your team managed to win regionals for soccer, his team won nationals.

You're pretty popular, but he is a walking god.

“Y/N your glaring again” your best friend sighed as she continued to write notes in her notepad.

“opps, didn’t notice” you said as you ripped your eyes from the devil and continued studying.

“aren’t your families close?” she asked as she moved on to researching on the internet. You sighed remembering that you families were planning a joint get away from the summer holidays.

“Yep! i have to see him every day, do you realise that I see him more than I see my own mother” you ranted as you placed your pencil down and sighed frustrated.

You best friend just shook her head before she looked up to give him a glance. You watched as her face quickly changed from longing to shock.  

She quickly dove her sight back down into her books as she continued to write.

You looked up to see the meaning of the sudden movement. That’s when you saw Baekhyun making his way to your table.

You rolled your eyes before slouching back in your chair ready to hear the bullshit fall out of his mouth.

“hey yuju” he said addressing your friend and completely ignoring you.

She blushed intensely as she tried to find the words to say to him.

“go away” you answered as she continued to sort out her shit. Baekhyun’s smile dropped before he slowly turned his face towards you.

“I don’t believe I was talking to you” he said as he folded his arms in annoyance.

“and you think I care” you said as you tilted your head to the side narrowing your eyes again back in his direction.

You best friend looked between you and him with worry as the tension between the both of you was building. An argument was making its way up your throats but before it could happen she spoke.

“did you want something?” yuju asked quickly.

Baekhyun gave you one last glare before turning his attention back towards her.

“I was just wondering if you would like to come to my party tonight, I was able to get the keys to the pent house of my flat complex, the whole year level is going to be there” he said before flashing her with his signature smile.

Yuju looked at you, searching your face for approval or disappointment or any kind of emotion.

A)   You don’t want to go to his stupid as party anyway

B)    You hate parties

C)   You hate him

But if she wants to go you cant stop her, but you definitely don’t approve.

“ill think about it…and if I do come, it’ll only be with Y/N” she said as she looked between us. Baekhyun looked horrified. He was not one to be negotiated with but if he want what I thought he wanted (some booty) then he was going to agree.

He groaned before eventually nodding his head.

You rolled your eyes as you watched him walk away, the crowd of girls waiting for him outside started freaking out and dispersed as soon as he opened the door

You kicked your shoes off as you entered your room, your bag quickly found its way too the ground and you phone quickly found its self calling yuju.

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“I CAN’T BELIVE BAEKHYUN INVITED ME TO HIS PARTY! DO YOU THINK HE WANTS TO REKINDLE OUR FLING?” she screamed through the phone.

You sighed before continuing to talk to your friend.

“hey be careful alright…like we both know what kind of person he is” you said as you heard her shuffling around her room.

“yer yer, hey I'm going to go early alright, ill see you there” she squealed before hanging up the phone.

You huffed in annoyance before laying down on your bed relaxing your tensed muscles.

Maybe you should just stay home…Baekhyun doesn’t want you there, your friend will be too busy trying to get his attention. So, what’s the point…

You and Baekhyun used to be really good friends, your parents were best friends so naturally, you spent a lot of time together.

It wasn’t until around middle school when you started to loathe him, maybe it was because he started to ignore you? You technically weren’t cool enough for him back then.

You remembered that he had tried to rekindle your relationship with you a couple times. But of course, you being the stubborn bitch that you are rejected him.

And you also tried to rekindle things, but of course, his stubborn ass rejected you right back.

Then the both of you kind of gave up…

You shook off the thought of Baekhyun before deciding to just stop being a lil bitch and go to the party.

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It was hella loud.

And I mean hella loud.

The floor was basically vibrating from the bass of the music and you might have been mistaken but the walls were basically shaking.

you wore a short red silky dress and your naturally wavy hair was let down. You felt good and you looked good too.

As you walked through the crowds of people trying to find your best friend you saw Baekhyun and his group of friends at the back of the room, drinking and laughing loudly.

Everyone looked like they were having the time of their lives, and it would be a lie if you said that the energy of the room wasn’t affecting you.

You decided to give up looking for Yuju and that the dance floor is where you should be.

As the song played and peoples bodies were moving to the beat you started swaying your hips to the rhythm not really paying attention to the people around you.

The dance floor started filling up with people as the beat of the music slowed down, it was that time of the night.

Random hands had found their way to your hips; as your body rolled you felt their body pressed against yours. Usually, this is where you would slap whoever was invading your space away.

But tonight, you wanted to have some fun.

You felt his member harden against your ass as friction was being created between the two of you.

“what the fuck do you think your doing”

You looked forward to seeing Baekhyun standing in front of you; his arms were crossed and his eyes were narrowed. Instead of the glare being directed towards you, he was glaring at the horny boy behind you.

You rolled your eyes before removing yourself from your dance partner; the mood had just been killed.

Baekhyuns eyes remained on the stranger as he sighed and walked off to find some other girl who was the same level of horny he was.

“whats your problem?” you asked angrily as he stalked closer towards you.

He said nothing. Before you could scream at him in annoyance he grabbed your wrist harshly before swerving on his heels and dragging you away from the party.

You struggled against his grip as he pushed you into the bedroom next to the main one.

“what the fuck do you want! If you're so mad, ill just leave?!” you shouted as you tried to push past him. He pushed you roughly making you fall back onto the floor.

As you let out a pained groan he swiftly locked the door before taking a deep breath in, his back was turned towards you.

“Why do you always do this to me” he breathed out softly as you stood up from your previous position.

“what the fuck are you talking about” you muttered as you rubbed your probably bruised ass.

“you always glare at me, always give me attitude, always reject me. And It drives me insane” he whined as he turned around to you. Instead of the anger, you saw in his eyes before; they were filled with desperation.

“All I’ve ever wanted was you Y/N, but every time you just keep pushing me away” he growled as hunger dripped from his voice.

You took slow steps back as he walked towards you. He wanted you, he wanted you so bad and it was written all over his face.

And judging by the way his voice was making your body react; you wanted him too.

As your back hit the wall Baekhyun placed his hands on either side of your body as his eyes were fixated to your lips.

“But tonight, you're mine” he whispered. His lips flew to yours like magnets.

You grabbed his shirt as his tongue skillfully entered your mouth, his hand trailed up your thigh as you opened your legs a little, letting him press his body closer to yours.

You pushed him backward lightly, leading him in the direction of the bed.

As he fell backward you eyed the hard boner that was begging for your attention.

You straddled him quickly as he tried to pull of your dress; you slapped his hands away before smirking down at him.

“Patience baek” you said before sending him a wink. He groaned impatiently before you slowly started to grind against him.

The friction caused by his jeans caused soft moans to escape your lips as the thinnest of your underwear let your core take the majority of it.

Baekhyun groaned repeatedly as he clutched your hips tightly, he tried to make you go fast but you continued at your pace.

“Y/N- baby, please go faster” he moaned as his face twisted with agony, the pace was killing him and that’s exactly what you wanted.

You had Baekhyun in the palm of your hand.

You decided to comply and picked up the pace of your grinding. Both you and baekhyuns moaned started getting louder and more frequent as the pressure of the grinding had also been increased.

As your stomach started to bubble you decided that now was the perfect time.

You stood up off Baekhyun leaving him confused to the sudden loss of contact.

“What happened?! Why’d you stop!?” he whined clearly upset that you stopped grinding which means he probably wouldn’t be able to actually have sex with you.

“What? You think you can just treat me like shit and then suddenly confess you don’t hate me and id fuck you?” you asked calmly as you fixed up your hair.

Baekhyun looked at a loss for words as he stared at you in shock.

“B-but it was the truth” he muttered softly.

“I know, and I’m willing to work on this, but it won’t be that easy” you shrugged as you collected yourself hormone wise.

“You liked it” he said as he stood up and started fixing himself up too.

“maybe, but I don’t like bacon” you said before patting his chest and walking out of the room.

You couldn’t help the smile that covered your face, you didn’t really know where your relationship with Baekhyun would go but you knew it’d be an exciting journey.

(A/N sorry if it was bad! I got a little lost with where I was taking this one, but anywho I hope you enjoyed a little bit of it :) )