Second Training Camp

Between working with my uncle and the police to press charges and working things out, my 2 week break went by like the bat of a wing. Aima also made a point to update my wardrobe, because apparently that was necessary- I think she just wanted to dress me up a lot, because we spent 3 days going mall to mall, and I changed into so many different outfits I just stopped caring. She also convinced me to make a TikTok, whatever that was, and recorded me doing dances that were apparently trendy. I just went ahead and let her do what she wanted, considering she was constantly keeping me company so the boys knew I would be safe. Apparently they were all worried about me since the man had been released until our court date, but I myself was more concerned about not being able to spend time with Nen. I wanted him as far out of harm's way as possible, but it was hard telling him that I couldn't take him out on playdates for a while. He seemed to understand, he even told me to hurry up and get a daddy so we could all go on playdates together. I missed him, but being constantly busy helped keep my mind off of things and kept me occupied.

I hopped off the bus, yawning as I stretched my arms over my head. "Jeez, I'm still tired." I mumble, rubbing my eyes as Aima practically bounced around. "How can you be tired when all the boys are here! I'm so excited, I can't wait for the next step." Aima says as I blanch, blinking tired tears from my eyes. "I swear, if you're so excited why don't you kiss them?" I mumble, feeling my cheeks burn as I shuffle towards the camp, bags in hand. Kuroo and Kozu had handed in their tests and were free to join the competition, meaning at some point in this week I'd be kissing them, maybe even cramming the rest of the events in. I yawn again, pausing on the steps as I took a deep breath of the humid air. Last time there were only a small steps to carry the equipment, this time there were a bunch- it was killer on my legs, I was still sore from the whole event with the man. I had been completely cleared and had a clean bill of health, but being tossed around like that had put my muscles through the run. My cheek still had the faintest trace of the punch he gave me, but it was healing up just fine. Someone took the bags from my hands, making me pause as I turned and saw Kuroo.

"Hey Kuroo, what are you doing?" I ask, reaching to take the bags back. "Hey, I'll help, I don't mind. I'll be careful, you go get the last of the stuff." Kuroo says, walking ahead on the stairs before I could protest. I clicked my tongue, heading back down the stairs to get the last of the bags- there were quite a few, but it was our luggage. Aima made sure to pack plenty of options of clothes for the week- her hip wasn't bruised anymore either, and she had a certain 'Russian tree' she planned on climbing. She had actually agreed to letting me groom through the clothes she had picked, but she wouldn't let me take anything out or add anything, so I was set with what she had packed. It was better than last time at least, when I had been stranded without underwear and forced into revealing clothes. I was still going to be wearing a lot of the new clothes she bought me though, and that in itself was frightening. I couldn't remember half of the outfits she had picked, crop tops, skirts, booty shorts- I shuddered at the thought, lugging our things up the stairs. She even had a paper with outfits coordinated for any occasion, which was just- yeah, that's just something Aima would do.

It's amazing how just giving up frees you from your fears, though I knew she had quite a few things in mind for this training camp. I would be enjoying my aerial dancing, feeling free and knowing I wouldn't have to worry about the man showing up unexpectedly. Even if he did, the supervisor had been informed and there were plenty of capable people to stop him. I set our things down in the corner, seeing Kuroo had safely set the bags to the side. I yawned again as I began stretching, closing my eyes as I did a thorough stretch. "Okay girls! We're gonna run through our normal dances, then I'm going to teach you a new dance, our cheer dance! We'll use this dance to cheer on the boys during the tournament, though you can feel free to spice it up however you'd like!" Aima chirps, beginning her own stretches as I sit down, stretching my legs out. We'd be in the training camp for a week and next month the boys would have their tournament to see if they would get into nationals. As the official cheerleading team it was our job to motivate the boys and express them through dance. It was different from the normal dance for yourself and fun, but not in a bad way.

I yawned again, laying my body against the cool floor as I did the splits, whimpering softly. "I'm so tired! I barely got any sleep on the bus, I just want a nap." I whine, sliding back up and falling back on the floor. I ran my hands through my hair, yawning again as tears formed in my eyes. "Oh come on Kimiko, it's not that bad." Aima laughs, and I look up at her as I sniffle lightly. "But Aima~ it is! Look at me, I'm crying! So sad~" I whine, rolling over and slowly snailing onto my knees. I yelp when Aima smacks my ass, the sound echoing through the gym as she laughs. "Come on! Let's dance, it'll wake you up!" She says and I stick my tongue out at her, standing up and stretching my arms over my head. "You know what else would wake me up?" I yawn, finishing my stretches. "Some good dick?" Aima says and I slowly turn to her, raising an eyebrow. "Would it? I mean, I was gonna say coffee, but wouldn't that just tire me out more?" I ask, genuinely curious since Aima was more experienced than me. "Oh, Kimiko, so young in the ways of experience. Yes, good dick can make you stay up all night and still be happy and awake the next morning." Aima says, patting my shoulder.

"That makes absolutely no sense, how can 'good dick' get you through an all nighter?" I ask, even more confused as she giggles. "By getting dicked down through the night! A good long fuck will do anyone good." Aima says cheerfully as I just slowly shake my head. "Whatever, you're the experienced one." I mumble as she just laughs, running over to the stereo. "Hey, maybe one of the competitors would be willing to give you a demonstration?" Aima says, beginning to play a song. "Yeah, uh, no…" I scoff, not even wanting to think of the competition like that. If sex got involved, it would get super complicated- maybe even more competitive, which god forbid ever happens. A shudder went down as I got into position, wondering if at some point the competition would come to that- of course I would have to agree to it, but knowing Aima and the boys, would it ever just somehow happen? I couldn't imagine how I would ever be okay with that, just thinking of it now made me feel a little sick. When the man did that to me, I just didn't understand- all I knew is that it hurt and he wouldn't stop. Would it still hurt? Would they not stop if I cried and begged, the terrible pain-

"Kimiko." Misaki says softly, pulling me from my thoughts as I realized I had been hyperventilating. "Sorry, just… lost in my thoughts." I mumble, taking a few deep calming breaths. "It's not going to be like that, you know." Aima says softly, taking my hand and squeezing. "They all care for you, they just do. I'm sure if you wanted them to stop or if they hurt you, they'd stop immediately." Aima says, and I slowly nod, casting my gaze down. "I've never really thought about doing it ever since… it hurt a lot, and he wouldn't stop. I guess I'm scared it'll be the same every time." I whisper, and Aima and Misaki both pull me into a tight hug. "No! That was just him sweety, it might be uncomfortable, but it won't be like that." Aima says, brushing her fingers through my hair. "The boys are all different and probably have their own ways of going about it. Even if it made you uncomfortable, they will stop, and if they don't then I'm sure all the other boys will give them hell for it." Misaki says, making me laugh softly as I squeeze them both. "I'll probably come around to it, but for now… I think I'll stick to being dickless." I say, making Misaki and Aima laugh.

"Don't worry, we'll get good dick on your behalf and tell you all the juicy details." Aima says, giving me a wink. "Um, okay? I guess." I laugh, and Aima and Misaki pull away. "Come on! Let's dance, we gotta give you some kind of practice so you can blow the boys out of the water when the time comes!" Aima says, smacking my butt and making me jump. "Is dancing really going to help with that?" I ask, my cheeks burning as both of them nod enthusiastically. "You'd be surprised how many of the moves you know can be used in bed. Why do you think my boyfriend is always so happy when I ask for it?" Misaki laughs, winking at me. "Oh, well, uh, I'll take your word for it." I say, my cheeks burning as Aima begins playing a song. We got into position, beginning our dances- we had added quite a few new songs and dances, so we went for a while. "Okay! Now we go on to the cheer! Come on, let's do it!" Aima says, playing a song and showing us the dance she had in mind. I watch carefully, though I know that the dance and sing didn't feel right for the team. Of course the dance and sing would do great for motivation and encouragement, but it didn't really express the boys.

Aima showed us one more before we practiced it together, pretending that we were in the stands. It was a kid friendly song and the dance moves weren't that provocative as they usually were, but at the same time it felt like we were just going to be dancing for us, it could also be considered a dance for the opposing team, which would be a great distraction to give the boys the advantage, but… I sighed as we finished the dance, Aima and Misaki seeming to catch on. "Speak, girl!" Aima says, walking over and crossing her arms. "I feel like we can do more. I mean, the song and dance is good, but it doesn't really show the boys." I say, gesturing over to the boys as they fumble through practice. Aima slowly nods, cupping her chin. "Okay, so how about we have a separate kind of cheer, where we communicate to the boys with it? For instance, um, Nishinomiya-kun's rolling thunder, we can do…" Aima says, crouching down on one leg and sliding out her other, lining her arm parallel as if to receive. "Yes! See, we need something like that! For Kageyama, we can do a receive and toss!" I say, feeling excited as I demonstrate the move for them, and they nod in agreement.

"We'll start looking for moves we can incorporate in! If you see one or get one, just bring it up and we'll make something out of it! It'll be a special dance specifically for the boys!" Aima says and I cheer as I bounce up. "Yes! I can't wait, they're going to love it!" I laugh, knowing that the boys would be happy if we did a special dance for them. "What if we did another special thing for them too?" Misaki says, making Aima and I look over at her. "Like what?" I ask, Misaki smiling at me sweetly. "Like, we can dress up for them, but only if they beat the rest of the competition! The match that ends the qualifiers, if they make it, we can have Kimiko dress up real nice afterwards, like a prize!" Aima says, snapping her fingers and grinning at me. "You mean like a cheerleader costume? That'd be cute, we can all match it up." I hum, Aima gasping before grinning. "Yes! A cheerleader outfit! Black skirts, crop tops, and shorts under- but yours will tear off, revealing a sexy outfit underneath! The boys need motivation, and if we do that, it'll be a pleasant surprise near the end of the match!" Aima says happily, though I quickly clear my throat and give her a look.

"We're going to be in a stadium full of people, and Nen might be there too, so please don't have me in just my underwear." I say, giving them both a stern look as they giggle. "Yeah, you're right. We won't do that, we don't want to get you kicked out!" Aima says, lifting up her pinky. I hook my pinky on hers, sharing a smile. "But I'm totally going to have you in black stilettos, and we're having you wear sparkly sheer leggings! No, you'll use body oil, get you nice and shiny. We'll go to the spa the day before, Mani, Pedi, the whole shebang!" Aima says, getting more excited as I just laugh. "Yeah, yeah, okay, I get it- you're going to make me nice and shiny for the boys. Now, come on! Let's get to dancing! We can't let them have all the fun!" I say, pointing to where the boys were doing their best to coordinate their attacks. "Yes! Let's go through the cheer once more, then I'll have Misaki look up another cheer we can do, and me and you will do the TikTok dances!" Aima says before we dive back in, doing the cheer dance once more. I actually felt kind of excited to dress up if the boys did good in the qualifiers. Just knowing I could give them motivation made me feel happy.

They had done so much for me, after all- I wanted to do my best to make it up to them, and while dancing was something I could use to show them I appreciated, actually being able to get them going, to motivate them to go the extra step, to make it easier on them- to maybe distract the enemy and throw them off just a little bit, it all made me want to try harder. We finished off our dance and Misaki took a seat, pulling out her phone to look up cheerleading outfits and to find another song to dance to. Aima pulled up her playlist and she made me do TikTok dances, recording some and seeming happy with herself. "Hey! I know that one, that's that one TikTok dance!" Someone says, catching our attention as they walk over. "Can you teach me? I want to do it too!" The person says, smiling widely at me and making me giggle. "Sure, watch closely, and I'll show you how to do it." I say, and they watch me intently as I do the moves, slower and explaining them as I go along. "Now you try!" I say, and they try it, though they mess up a bit. "Hold on, you want to move your leg out more like this, here, just a bit more." I say, showing them before guiding their leg into the right position.

"Like that, keep going." I say, watching as they go through the moves. "Awesome! One more time, mind your leg this time!" I say, doing the dance together with him, and this time we both do it perfectly. "Great job! You're a natural!" I laugh, high fiving them. "Sweet! I can't wait to show Akaashi!" The person says, seeming excited as he smiles at me widely. "Oh, how rude of me! I'm Kotaro Bokuto!" The person says, offering me a hand. "I'm Kimiko Suzuki, that's Aima, and that's Misaki." I say, shaking his hand and gesturing to my friends. "If it's alright, can you show me another dance? It's really fun!" Bokuto says, and I smile up at him. "If you want to wait till after practice, I'll show you a few! You can even invite your friend to join us!" I say, and he cheers. "I'll do that then! I'll see you after I'm done practicing!" He says, dashing off as Aima squeals happily. "Okay, you go ahead and freestyle! I'm going to look up some dances we can teach them later, and see what Misaki found!" Aima says, dashing off as I just shake my head. I walk over to the stereo, play my music and begin to dance to it. I decided to do my own freestyle on a song I had recently been listening to, slightly rocking to the song.

I jam to it, moving more fluidly and humming to the song. It was a nice song, and I couldn't help it when my favorite part came up. "Why'd you only ever call me when you're high?" I sang at the top of my lungs, sliding to my knees. "Why'd you only ever call me when you're high?" I sang again, dancing to the music as I kept singing, Aima and Misaki cheering for me. "Girl your lungs!" Aima laughs when I finish, panting for air. I laugh at her, still feeling the vibe of the song. "Oh come on, you know me! Dance, music, everything, it's just me!" I say, slowly sliding up onto my feet. "You got that off of TikTok right? We should do the challenge!" Aima says, running over to my bag and beginning to dig around. "With what microphone stand?" I laugh, and Aima just grins at me. "Why not bust out the pole?" She asks, and I just scoff as Misaki bolts to her feet and dashes over to the bags. "Oh, you're serious?" I ask as Misaki pulls out the equipment, so I run over to help her. "Yes! We'll get it set up, you go change into this and I'll be in to do your makeup in a second." Aima says, shoving the clothes in my hands before ushering me towards the bathroom.

I sigh as I walk to the bathroom, changing into the outfit she picked- it was all black with stiletto boots. Aima came in with a make-up bag, grinning at me before she sat me on the counter. "You're not allowed to look at this, it's going to be a masterpiece. Misaki's testing the pole and making adjustments right now, so we can take our time." Aima says, so I close my eyes and let her do her thing. Feather soft touches all over my face, something wet on and under my eyelids- the outfit she chose was dark and had fishnet, belts, chains and thigh highs- it was a good match for my black hair and pale skin, but I couldn't help but wonder what she'd do for my makeup. She clapped excitedly to herself before spritzing my face. "Keep your eyes closed! I'm gonna do your hair!" Aima says, turning me around and beginning to brush and pull my hair around. She fussed with it more before she laughed hysterically. "Holy shit, girl, where have you been hiding? Black and red is definitely your color!" Aima says, pulling me off the counter. "Okay, don't look, just follow me." She says, guiding me as I easily walk in the tall stiletto heeled boots- Aima had me practice so much I could jog a mountain in stilettos.

I hear a door open and she walks me somewhere, stopping me somewhere before giggling. "Okay, slowly open your eyes." She says giddily, and I do so, seeing her frantically snapping pictures. "Um, pictures?" I ask, and she just giggles. "Oh, yes. Now pose!" Aima says, so I roll my eyes and start doing our usual sexy poses for her. "Happy? Can I go dance now?" I ask as she just smiles at me. "Yeah, go do you girl. Make it a good one." She laughs, so I just walk over to the pole. Misaki starts whistling at me, and I offer her a smile. "Damn girl where have you been hiding! God, you're so sexy!" Misaki says, pulling out her phone and beginning to snap pictures though I just click my tongue at her. "Oh come on, it can't be that good! Aima took a full gallery already." I say, raising an eyebrow as Aima joins Misaki, both of them snapping pictures. "Just dance, girl, the boys are already staring." Aima says, and I just shake my head as I walk over to the poll, nodding to them. They play the song, beginning to record as I grab the poll. I start dancing, feeling hot from all the stares on my body as I just leisurely spin around the poll, dancing and stretching.

I get into the song again, humming it softly as I spin around the pole, pulling the hair tie out of my hair and letting it fall free. I hear Aima grumble though I make it up to her, flipping my hair sexily as I begin to work the poll more, spinning faster. I use the momentum to swing my body up, spreading my legs as if doing the splits on the poll. I danced upside down on the pole, my hair hanging as I spun. I hear people begin to whistle though I ignore it, continuing to dance, feeling the song. I sang along to the last part, dancing and spinning before sliding back to the floor when I was finished. The song ended and I panted for air, Aima and Misaki both clapping furiously for me. "Hot damn girl!" Aima laughs, coming over and grabbing the hair tie from the ground and pulling my hair back up. "You are just, wow. I swear you don't even know, but you are an angel." Aima says, handing me my phone as I glance at my reflection. "What the heck did you do to me Aima?" I ask, seeing my dark red lips, red eyeshadow and black liner. I looked nothing like I normally did, with pale pink lips and just a natural look. I never was one for makeup since I never really had to show off.

I did take care of my face and skin though, so it was always nice and smooth, I had naturally thick black lashes and my eyebrows really kept themselves straight and needed little maintenance. The way Aima did my makeup really brought out my eyes, and the dark red lips- well, it was crazy how well the color suited me. "Can I go take this off?" I ask quietly, feeling embarrassed as I realized that I looked a little too good. "Nope, you're leaving it on. Come on, let's dance!" Aima says, pulling me up as I stumbled to my feet. Aima and Misaki taught me this new cheerleading dance they came up with, and we danced it as I felt the eyes slowly fade off of me- though never fully gone. I suddenly crouch down, squealing into my hands before turning around, looking over the court. Sure enough, Kozu and Kuroo were watching me, their eyes hot gazes pinned to me. "Stop staring at me!" I fuss, my face burning as Kuroo chuckles. "No can do! You look too good." Kuroo says, and I fix him with a glare. "Well, take a picture, why don't you! It'll last you longer!" I say, and they both point their phones at me. "No! I didn't mean that literally!" I squeak, though Kuroo snaps a picture before I can hide.

"Too late, this is going as my background." Kuroo laughs, though I quickly run at him, my heels clicking with every step. "No! No, no, heck no!" I say, though he lifts his phone out of my reach, even with my heels. I huff as I try to jump and reach it, but he just moves it out of my reach. "Yes, yes, yes!" He chuckles, and I growl before grabbing onto his shirt. "Don't fuck with me!" I hiss as I jump up, wrapping my legs tightly around his torso, grabbing his phone as he's distracted. "Wait, what? Hey, no fair!" He gasps as I fall backwards, hanging between his legs as I scroll through his photos, looking for the one he just took. "Oh no you don't." Kuroo says, wrapping his arms around me and lifting me up. He reaches for his phone though I quickly tap delete on the picture when I find it and laugh victoriously. "I win!" I say, smiling evilly and showing him his gallery, the photo missing. I hear a click and I whip my head to look in the direction it came from, seeing Kozu holding his phone facing us. I feel the blood drain from my face as he grins at me. "You're so sending that to me." Kuroo chuckles as Kozu begins tapping away on his phone. "No!" I squeal, trying to drop off of Kuroo though he holds me tight.

"You're right, the other one was bad; this is going to be my screensaver." Kuroo says and I huff, beginning to think of ways to get out of his grip. What could I possibly do to get him to let go of me? I didn't have ice like last time, what could I possibly do? I wrap my arms around him, digging my nails into his back as I drag myself up his body a little more, feeling him shudder. I dip my head into his neck, slowly dragging my tongue over the salty skin and feeling him harden against me before finding a good spot. I bite down on his neck, not hard, but enough to startle him and make his grip falter. I shove myself away from him as his hand flies to his neck, staring at me shocked as I run over and grab Kozu's phone. "Hey!" Kozu says, though I start running away with both of their phones. "She bit me." Kuroo says, his voice rough and low as I feel his burning gaze follow me. "You actually bit me! Oh I'll pay you back for that one ten fold!" Kuroo chuckles darkly as I feel a shudder go through my body. "Help me!" I squeal as I hear his thundering footsteps follow me, dashing through the building as I frantically look through Kozu's phone, trying to find his gallery.

"What the heck is this maze?" I cry out as I run faster, hearing more feet thudding after us. "Oya oya! Why are we chasing her?" Bokuto says, sounding like he was taking a casual jog. "She bit me and took our phones!" Kuroo says, and I finally find the gallery, searching through as fast as I could, taking a sharp right down a hallway. "How fast can you be in those heels?" Kozu says, panting for air as I let out a happy laugh. "You'd be surprised!" I call, deleting the picture from his gallery. I glance around, seeing a cushioned bench coming up. I toss the phones over to the bench, hoping it would be a decent diversion to get them off of me. "Get my phone!" Kuroo says as I start running faster, now focused on getting away scot free. "We both know I'm faster, Chibi-chan! How long do you think you can run before I catch you and get my payback?" Kuroo calls in his rough voice- and he was right. I had to be smart to beat Kuroo, not fast- I took the next right, then the nearest left. I dove into the second door I came by, pressing my body against it and being as quiet as I could. It was pitch black in the room, and I slowly, quietly slid along the wall, pressing myself firmly against it.

Okay, I was kind of fucked- in the process of getting Kozu and Kuroo's phones, I forgot to grab mine, which meant I couldn't beg Aima and Misaki for help. I also didn't have a flashlight to see where I was or what I was doing. The door quietly opened and I held my breath, staring as the hallway light flooded in, though I stayed in the shadow. Kuroo stepped in, closing the door behind him, the room going pitch black again. "Are you in here, Chibi-chan?" Kuroo chuckled softly, and my heart pounded in my chest as I heard him slowly begin walking around, heading in the opposite direction from me. I took a slow, quiet shaky breath as I slowly slid down the wall. Okay, if I went out the door he'd know, and we'd be playing chase again. If I stayed where I was, he'd find me- I had to be smart. I quietly slid onto my hands and knees, beginning to quietly crawl my way back along the wall, heading in the direction I heard Kuroo shuffling in. I stopped mere feet short of him, pinning myself tightly against the wall and covering my mouth. I heard fabric rustle as I realized he was crouching down, a thrill shooting through me as I saw the faintest shadow of his silhouette.

Something knocked and I jumped, a squeak lodged in my throat as I closed my eyes tight. After a moment of silence I slowly peeked out, my heart pounding in my chest as I looked over at Kuroo. I could see his silhouette better now, and he was slowly looking around. He raised his head, taking a deep breath before slowly turning towards me. "Chibi-chan~" Kuroo whispers, his voice rough as he slowly reaches towards me, making my eyes widen as I scramble back. "Found you, Chibi-chan." Kuroo chuckles, slowly crawling towards me as I hit the corner. Has he seen me? Had I given myself up by panicking? I whimpered softly as Kuroo crawled over me, his arms trapping me as his fingers gently traced over my thigh, making me shiver. "Kuroo-Senpai!" I whine, though he softly shushes me, his finger gently caressing my cheek. I gasp softly, and though I felt scared- I was also excited, and somehow I knew I wasn't in danger. "I'm going to bite you now. It's your choice, I can bite you 5 times in sensitive spaces and leave no marks, or I can bite you 10 times, not caring for marks in not so sensitive places." Kuroo whispers, and I feel my face burn.

"No marks." I whisper, hearing him chuckle darkly as he takes my hand. "Okay." He says softly, lifting my wrist to his mouth. He nips it gently and I gasp, feeling my skin tingle around where he bit, a thrill shooting through me. He traces his fingers up my arm, cupping the back of my neck and pulling me towards him. I feel his breath on my neck and I whimper in his ear, lifting my hands and clutching onto his chest as he chuckles. His nose grazes along my neck, making me tremble before he stops, nipping my neck. I buck against him, gasping louder as I feel my blood pulse through me, my body suddenly feeling hot where he bit. "Kuroo-Senpai…" I whimper, my body tingling as he slowly pulls away, his hand staying on my neck. His other hand slides to my thigh, and he pulls me away from the wall, laying me down on the cool floor. Kuroo's hand firmly wraps around my thigh, pulling my legs open and sliding himself in between. I tremble harder, my body feeling fuzzy as he bends over me, and I see his eyes clearly. He looked at me like I was a prize he had just won, a proud victor admiring his reward. His eyes were clear and narrow, and I could tell he was grinning at me.

His gaze dropped as his hand moved away from my neck, slowly sliding down my chest, my breath catching as his thumb traced the small portion of my bare breast visible through the outfit Aima had chosen for me. He slid down, his mouth replacing his thumb as I squeezed my eyes tight. He nipped the spot, my back arching as my eyes fluttered open, my breasts suddenly feeling hot and plump. "What are you doing to me?" I whimper softly, my fingers diving into his hair as his hands slowly trace along my sides down to my hips. "Oh kitten, if only you knew what you did to me, what you make me want to do." Kuroo whispers, sliding his chest between my legs before he slides his arm under my thigh, lifting it up and kissing close to my knee on my inner thigh. I take a deep breath, my tongue darting over my lips subconsciously as I remind myself not to bite them. His wet, hot tongue meets the skin of my inner thigh, making me jump as I gasp for air. His tongue slowly slides down, heading between my legs, and all the sudden I was majorly dizzy. In between my legs felt hot and wet, my body tingling everywhere at the feeling of his tongue as my mouth dropped open.

I cry out in pleasure as he nips the skin of my thigh right before it caves into my hip, my fingers tightening in his hair. He chuckles softly, kissing the same spot and making me shudder violently as I whimper softly. Kuroo takes my hands sliding them out from his hair as he sits up, gently kissing my knuckles. I watch as he turns around, grabbing my knees and pulling me to straddle the back of his knees. What was he- he suddenly turned around, the motion flipping me over onto my stomach so he was straddling my ass. I blinked, too dizzy to process what he had just done, feeling his hands on the back of my thighs, sliding up and cupping under my ass. "Damn." He chuckles, brushing my skirt out of the way, though I was wearing my black cheeky shorts. His thumb traces the underline of my ass, setting on a spot closer to my inner thigh and rubbing slow circles there. It felt good, the heat between my legs seeming to drip as I panted softly. I dragged my fingers over the floor as I felt Kuroo slide down my body, his breath brushing over my skin the lower he got. His thumb stayed, gently rubbing the spot and making me even more dizzy. Why was I so hot and dizzy? Was I sick?

He bit the spot and a moan escaped me, my body writhing as he licked the same spot. I arched my hips against his tongue but he pulled away, a low and hoarse chuckle escaping him. "Well, well, well… You're sensitive." Kuroo says and I whine, sliding my hips back until I was sitting in his lap, my chest still on the floor. He groaned softly, his hips pressing back against me, letting me feel his rock hard member straining against his pants. His hands gently cupped my ass, his fingers sliding into the fishnet as he slid into a kneeling position, keeping me firmly rooted to his lap. He lightly slid his hips back, then deeply thrust them forward, the soft fabric between us letting me feel his hardness slide against me, making pleasure shoot through my body. I let out a heated moan, pressing myself back against him and rolling my hips in slow circles, wanting more. "Naughty kitten." Kuroo growled low, a thrill shooting through me as he forced me to lay down completely. "Kuroo, please!" I beg softly, feeling breathless as I felt his thumb slowly slide between my legs, tracing my shorts. "Holy fucking hell." Kuroo groaned, making me moan as he pressed his thumb against my wet heat.

"You're soaking wet." Kuroo chuckles, though he slides off of me, removing his hands. I whine, rolling over to make him help though he grabs my thighs and pins me on my back, sliding himself between my legs. He strips off his shirt in one move, rolling it up as he leans over me. "Don't worry, I'll help you." He says, handing me the shirt which I hesitantly take, curious as to why he took it off. "If you want to bite or scratch, feel free. If you're going to scream, bite extra hard onto that shirt. We can't have anyone come running." Kuroo chuckles, his hand sliding to cup my hip while he supports his weight with his other arm which is beside my head. My stomach tingles as his hand slides under me, lifting my hips and pressing his hard length into me. I gasp in pleasure when he starts rocking against me, slow, gentle and precise, each movement with intent. My insides tingled as with every rock he grazed against a part of me that made my toes curl, writhing under him as I pant desperately for air. "Kuroo- Ah, yes!" I moan, feeling him throb against me as I wrap my legs tightly around his waist. He starts stroking deeper and I wrap my arms around his chest, digging my nails in his back.

"Fuck." Kuroo growls as I let the moans flow freely, pleasure pounding through my body, slow but steady. I bury my face into his chest, gently rocking my hips against his thrusts as I gasp for air, desperate for more. "Please, please-" I beg softly, tears gathering in my eyes as I kiss his chest, finding it hard to keep my eyes open. "Can I put a finger in you?" Kuroo grounds out and I whimper, feeling his hand move from my hip to between my legs. His thumb strokes my dripping heat and I feel it throb, my hips subconsciously gravitating to thrust against his thumb, even though I was scared it'll hurt. "I'll only put one in, and I won't move it more than a knuckle. I'll be gentle, I promise it'll feel good." Kuroo whispers to me and I lick my lips, feeling the ache between my legs. Would he make it go away? If it made it go away… "Yes." I whisper, and his chest rumbles as his thumb slowly slides the fishnet and shorts out of the way, brushing over my panties. I moan, feeling a new kind of pleasure from his hot finger through the fabric as I roll my whole lower half against him. His thumb slides my panties out of the way, making my breath catch at the feeling of his bare thumb against my wet heat.

He groans low and husky, his head burying in my hair as his thumb drags between my lips, making me tremble. "Please!" I gasp against his chest, digging my nails deeper as he slides his thumb back down. "Okay, relax, I'm going to put it in now." He whispers throatily, his thumb pressing down and in- it slides into me and I gasp, feeling my core tremble with need. I press my hips desperately against his thumb, panting heavily as he just stops moving. "Mm, mm, Fuck. Fuck fuck. Fuck fuck fuck." Kuroo groans throatily, his hand tangling in my hair as I moan softly. "Kuroo, please, don't stop." I whine, and he takes a slow deep breath. "Hold on kitten, if I move right now I'm going to pound you into oblivion." Kuroo whispers into my ear, making me shudder as I cling to him desperately, feeling my core throbbing on his thumb, almost like it was trying to suck him in. "God. Why? Why is it so fucking good? I want it so bad." Kuroo whispers into my hair, though I just stay quiet and wait, catching my breath. "Okay, it's too tempting in this position, I'm going to change it up a bit." Kuroo says, sliding out from between my legs and pulling away from me completely, making me whine.

"I'm not stopping, Kitten. That's the last thing I want to do right now, trust me. I just need you to be on top of me so I don't go doing my own thing." Kuroo says, taking my hand and guiding me as he lays down. "Face away from me, straddle my torso. You can lay on my chest." Kuroo says, so I follow his instructions, pulling my skirt out of the way as I slide my leg over his chest. I lay against his chest, my breasts pressing into him as I feel his hands cup my ass, gently stroking his fingers over it. I shiver, ghosting my fingers over his torso and licking my lips to moisten them. His lips begin to kiss the back of my thighs, making me jump as his thumb finds my shorts again. I moan softly, needing to do something, anything- I lightly grazed my nails over his sides, beginning to place small kisses over his chest. Kuroo groans, his thumb sliding under my shorts and finding my heat again. He pulls my clothes to the side using his free hand, his thumb slowly tracing between my lips and making me shiver. I let my tongue dart out, tasting his salty chest as he shudders under me, giving me a little thrill. He pulls his thumb away, making me whimper though he lets out a deep, low groan.

"You taste so sweet." Kuroo growls, his thumb finding my heat again before he presses it on the part of me that makes my toes curl. I moan, digging my nails into him and slowly dragging them down as I writhe against him. My lips flutter over his chest, my tongue tracing the defined lines as I feel him tense under me. "God, your tongue..." Kuroo whispers, his thumb slowly rolling circles around the special part of me. I quiver from the pleasure, light moans flowing from me as I see the faint silhouette of his tent before me. It was stretching his pants, stiff and seeming uncomfortable since his band was straining to keep him contained. Did it hurt? Could I help? I slid my hands into his pants, brushing the fabric off of him as Kuroo gasped. His thumb faltered on me and I realized he was flustered, giving me a small thrill. Why was I the only one so hot and dizzy anyway, it was only me moaning and panting as he just leisurely touched me. I felt a tad frustrated, but a sudden idea popped in my head- when we had done that- he had groaned, his groans sounded so nice. My mouth began to fill with drool as I licked my lips, remembering how he had felt on my tongue.

I leaned forward, flicking my tongue over the tip of him as Kuroo gasped loudly, his fingers stretching over my ass cheeks. I felt giddy knowing I had bothered him, my tongue darting out and gently rolling around the tip of him. He hissed softly, his fingers pressing into my ass as his thumb slid up from my special part. I whimpered softly, though when it pressed into me I gasped, feeling myself throb as it entered. "Fucking hell, I'll never get used to that…" Kuroo whispers, making me curious as to what he meant. I moaned softly, lazily dragging my tongue around his tip as Kuroo took slow deep breaths. Was it working? Was he getting hot and bothered like I was? I felt giddy again, though his thumb slightly pulled out of me, making me whine as I pressed back against it. "Shhh, you keep doing you. I'm not stopping, I promise it'll feel good." Kuroo says, his voice rough and low, sending a shiver through me. I shift my body down his, opening my lips and capturing his tip in my mouth. Kuroo groans, deep and low, making me tingle as his thumb slid back into me, pressing deeper and making me shiver at the pleasure that slid through me. It felt good, really good with his thumb pressed fully into me.

I moaned softly around his cock, sucking on him gently as he bucked into my mouth. "Fuck! Not just the tip, kitten." Kuroo growled, his teeth biting softly onto the underline of my ass, making me gasp at the thrill it shot through me. I slid more of him in my mouth, though it felt different than the last time it was somehow easier to slide him into my mouth. Kuroo pulled his mouth away from me, a low groan escaping him and making my insides tingle as I lightly rocked my hips on his thumb. Kuroo let out a chuckle, his thumb matching the pace of my hips and making it so his thumb pressed deeply into me, pulling out a bit before sliding right back in. In between my legs felt hot, tingling and throbbing with pleasure pulsing through my veins. I moaned freely on his cock, bobbing my head to the pace of my hips. Kuroo groaned softer this time, beginning to rock his hips to the pace of his thumb, only making me feel hotter all over. My eyes fell closed as I focused on the feeling of pleasure building in my core, feeling it got hotter and tense as Kuroo chuckled softly. His hand twisted to a different angle, his free hand sliding between my legs and spreading my lips open.

I cried out in pleasure as his hot, wet tongue pressed against my tender sweet spot, though it was muffled by his cock in my mouth. My hips convulsed against his tongue though he held me still, his tongue dragging lazy circles around my tender spot. Pleasure tore through me now, making me dizzy as I felt my head spinning, my core trembling furiously as it screamed in overload. I gagged softly, not even realizing I had slid Kuroo deeper into my mouth, feeling him hit the back of my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping to make my head stop spinning as I slid him into my throat, feeling him groan against me before his lips captured my bud, sucking it into his mouth. My body exploded in pure pleasure, my vision flashing white as I screamed, completely muffled as his cock was lodged in my throat. I trembled furiously, bucking wildly against the bliss that ravaged my body, leaving nothing behind. Kuroo hummed against me, his chest vibrating as my mind went blank from pleasure, bucking away from his lips- I slid him all the way into my mouth, my lips pressing against his pelvis. "Fuck!" Kuroo gasped, his fingers diving into my hair as he pressed his hips into me.

He gasped desperately for air as something sprayed into my throat, though I quickly swallowed it down without a second thought. He groaned loudly, his teeth biting down on my thigh as he gripped my hair, holding me against him. I clung tightly on to him as he bucked against my mouth, everything in me still tingling from pleasure, his teeth biting into me making it all tingle more. He suddenly rolled us over, pulling himself out of my mouth and pulling away from me. Before I knew it he was between my legs, his throbbing cock pressed against my entrance, though he stopped. "Please." He begs, his head dipping down to my neck and gently kissing it, making me shiver. "No~" I whine, scared that it'd hurt, my head still dizzy and my body still hot and tingly all over. "No?" Kuroo groaned, his finger finding its way to my button and gently rolling it, making me writhe at the overwhelming bliss. I cried out in pleasure, wrapping my arms around him and scratching desperately at his back. "No!" I begged, feeling him tense as he took a slow, deep breath, pulling away. "Okay." He whispered, sounding dejected as he sat up, fabric rustling as I saw his silhouette grab his shirt and slide it on.

He leaned down, kissing my forehead before he stood up and walked away. A moment later the door opened, light flooding in for a second before he left me alone, the door closing and taking the light with it. I slowly caught my breath, laying right where he left me, dizzy and confused- though it wasn't bad, my body feeling fuzzy and relaxed. I actually felt bubbly and happy, though I wasn't sure what exactly had happened. Had I upset him? He sounded so hurt when I said no, but I was scared to go farther. He had kissed my forehead though, so I doubt that he was mad at me. I was so confused, what? How do I even? I ran my hands over my face, taking a slow deep breath. I needed a shower, a cold one to clear my mind. I slowly slid onto my knees, trying to stand though my legs wobbled, suddenly weak. I used the wall for support, slowly making my way to the door and weakly pulling it open. Jeez, I was so weak and out of energy, my legs were shaking and I couldn't fully close my fingers, everything feeling fuzzy. I slowly made my way to the bathroom, somehow managing to avoid seeing anyone or be seen. I took a long shower, the cold seeming to slowly bring me back.

I stepped out of the shower, having done a full clean and made sure to get the makeup off too. I clicked my tongue as I realized I hadn't brought any clothes along, but I didn't want to put on my old clothes. The bottoms were all wet, and I couldn't exactly just go bare with a skirt, god forbid. I tossed them into the laundry, deciding to just fully dry my body and try to come up with something while I waited. I didn't have my phone either, so I couldn't text Aima and Misaki to bring me my clothes. I wrapped the towel around myself, peeking out of our room and glancing around. I noticed Suga walking a bit away, taking a drink of his water bottle. "Suga-Senpai!" I called, seeing him turn, his eyes widening as he spit out his drink. He choked, pounding his fist against his chest before clearing his throat, his face red as his gaze dropped to the ground. "Uh, hi Suzuki-chan. It's not a good idea to walk around like that." Suga says hoarsely, clearing his throat again as I feel my cheeks burn. "Yeah, I uh, I figured with boys everywhere, but… I forgot my clothes in the gym. Could you tell Aima or Misaki to bring me my bags? I don't exactly want to go like this." I say, Suga nodding before turning on his heel.

"Thank you Suga-Senpai!" I say, stepping back into my room and closing the door behind me. Well, that was embarrassing, but at least it was Suga. He was one of the most well behaved boys and I knew he wouldn't go wild seeing me just in just a towel. If I trusted anyone to see me like that, it would definitely be Suga, Kyo or Kozu. If anyone else saw me like that, I had a feeling I'd be in more confusing situations. Kuroo slammed his fist into the wall, cursing as the cold water slid over his body, though it did nothing to cool the heat he felt. She had tasted so sweet, how could anything taste that sweet, almost like she was candy. Her reactions, the writhing, moaning and rocking- it had been so dark he couldn't see, but he loved every second of feeling and hearing her. Her nails had left marks and scratches all over his back, the first thing he noticed in the mirror when he was stripping to get in the shower. The second was that the places her tongue had been wouldn't stop burning, no matter how much he scrubbed or let the water run. It was almost like she had embedded the feeling of herself onto him, marked him with her ways and left him burning and aching desperately for her.

His thumb still felt like it was wrapped in her tight, blistering wet heat, feeling her throb and squeeze him as she only seemed to only get impossibly hotter, wetter and tighter. She was a screamer, he had felt it when she came on his thumb and tongue, still remembering her trembling body. She was so sensitive too, writhing under his fingers and lips like he was touching everything right. He was experienced, so that helped him please her- though she was a natural, the way she constantly egged him on, moving and taking what she wanted until she couldn't take anymore. He wanted to push her limits, so see her go wild from bliss, to hear her screaming and begging. Kuroo cursed again, not able to get her off his mind as he squeezed his eyes shut, seeing her and hearing her everywhere, his cock painfully aching to get inside of her. He had barely stopped himself, he had been so close, ready to show her exactly how good he could make her feel, but she said no. She had begged him, and he heard the slightest hint of fear, and he had felt his heart shatter. Had he pushed her too far? Would she forgive him? Would he be able to be around her without remembering it all?

"So? Do you want to kick him out of the competition?" Aima asks as I get dressed, having told her what had happened. "I mean, it would be because I was being selfish if so, and that doesn't feel fair. I mean, I told him he could, practically begged him, in fact I wanted it. When it counted, he did stop, it wouldn't feel right kicking him out for that." I admit, Aima's face curling into a smile. "Oh, I see. It was mutual, though you were kind of blown out of the water." Aima says and I take a deep breath. "Yeah? I mean, it was so fast- but so slow at the same time? I just kind of got lost, and then carried away." I mumble, though Aima takes my hands, squeezing them gently. "Would you call it a good experience?" She asked, and I scoffed lightly. "If that was a good experience, then what's a mind blowing one? I mean, it was, it was incredibly good, I don't regret it at all, but at the same time it feels like it was too fast." I admit honestly, blowing out a breath. "I mean, it sounds to me like Kuroo-kun is just good at that kind of stuff, which in that case, your reaction as an inexperienced person is completely natural. You were just overwhelmed." Aima says, and I slowly nod my head.

My body still tingles all over, I felt light and my legs felt like they were on the verge of numbness. We headed back to the gym, this time Aima had me wear a normal dance outfit (leggings, crop top, sneakers), which I was grateful for. I honestly didn't know if I could dance, my legs just felt weird though the rest of me felt like I could dance for hours. Aima has me run through some dances though after a while my legs collapse, my cheeks burning as I look up at her with wide eyes. "Oh my God, your legs- it was that good? Damn!" Aima laughs, coming over and helping me stand up. I stumble to my feet, my legs shaking as she helps me over to the wall, sitting me down. "Okay, you're going to sit down for a while. Just watch the dance videos, watch the boys for ideas and just relax." Aima laughs, Misaki smirking at me as I just feel my face burn. I take my phone, slowly dragging my eyes over the gym, searching for the Karasuno team. They were nowhere to be found, probably running a penalty lap. My eyes drew back to the red uniforms, watching as Kenma set the ball, Lev smacking it down and watching as it thuds to the ground. I didn't see Kuroo on the court, where was he?

I looked over to the bench, seeing that he was facing away from me, watching the game go on. I was sort of relieved to know he didn't see me fall, my eyes dragging back up to Kozu and watching him play for a while. He glances at me at some point and I offer him a sweet smile, clapping my hands as he had just done his own setter dump. He blushes, turning back to the game as the Karasuno boys finally come back in from their penalty. I watch them play for a while, knowing that if I watched dance videos I'd just be itching to dance again and end up taking another tumble. I saw a few moves the boys did that I could make into dances, slowly relaxing as the day finally weighed down on me, making my eyelids feel heavy. It wouldn't hurt to close them for a minute… I let them fall, my head feeling heavy as I let it fall against the wall, yawning. Maybe I could take a nap? I was super tired, Aima would wake me up if I was needed. I slump forward, curling into a ball and laying my head on my arms. Just a quick nap, maybe my legs would feel better and my body would stop tingling after… I wouldn't mind if the tingling stayed, it was nice and made me feel all fuzzy and happy.