Hi there :D How about this for the drabble game? Kuroo Tetsurou x Yaku Morisuke. Situation #27 Seeing each other for the first time in a while. Sentence #28 “If I kissed you right now, what would you do?”

This is not happening. It absolutely, positively is not happening. How could anyone ever think that he would be the “perfect date” for him? Yaku considers bolting but those golden eyes are too quick and catch sight of him, wearing this stupid red collared shirt so that he would stand out in the crowd.

“Well this is a surprise,” Kuroo purrs–actually fucking purrs.

“Uh huh, remind me to write in a complaint to the developers of that asinine software,” Yaku snaps.

“Morisuke, you wound me! At least we’re matched with someone we have some things in common with!”

“We never agree on anything!”

Kuroo flashes that irritating smirk and it makes Yaku want to smack him. “Look, we’re already here, why don’t we just… hang out? We don’t even have to call it a date if you want.”

Yaku is about to tell Kuroo to shove it when he catches just the faintest hint of…worry? Well, they are both new to town, and it’s kind of lonely when you’ve left everything and everyone you’ve known for years behind.

“Fine, but no funny business!”

Kuroo snorts, “Yeah, like that’s gonna happen.”

And so they “hang out”, going to a movie (it takes them nearly an hour to decide which one) and get food (they end up flipping a coin because they can’t reach a mutual decision).

But despite all that, Yaku has to admit at the end of the evening that he’s had a good time. Despite all his maddening annoyances, Kuroo is actually a good date… non-date… whatever. And Yaku finds he doesn’t mind so much that they don’t see eye to eye on everything (anything) because even if he doesn’t agree with Kuroo, the man’s at least intelligent enough to present a convincing argument.

And then Kuroo breaks his ability to think when he says, “Morisuke… if I kissed you right now, what would you do?”

Yaku whips his head up, stopping dead in his tracks and stares at him. But he’s not teasing. He’s completely and utterly serious.

He blurts out a firm “why” and gets the satisfaction of seeing Kuroo ‘Thinks he’s so cool but is really a dork’ Tetsurou blush.

“Wha… No fair! Answering a question with a question!” he whines.

Yaku smirks, rising up on his toes (damn the man for being so tall) and whispers, “Ask me out on a proper date… then we’ll see.” He walks away, leaving a spluttering, cursing Kuroo behind him.

He doesn’t make it home before his phone is ringing, Kuroo’s stupid, handsome face illuminating his screen.

(Hopefully this counts as minor enough character, if not feel free to delete or ignore or choose one of your favorites instead) J- Jealous (“Claiming” a partner) or G – Gentle (gentle/loving mid-sex gestures) for Yaku Morisuke ////

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He absolutely does and I’m sorry this took so long for me to get done. I miss seeing you on my dash and really hope you’re doing well sweetie. Hope these are to your liking!

G: Gentle (Describe gentle/loving mid-sex gestures)

The press of her lips became less engaging, her hands shaking. Concerned, Yaku leans up, forcing his eyes open. They’re half clothed, his shirt gone while she’s in a t-shirt and underwear. Concerned by her expression, he rests his palm against her cheek, thumb trailing under her eye.

“Hey,” he says, voice soft, “what’s wrong?” She takes in a shaky breath, eyes averting to the wall but he tugs her chin, gently making her look at him. “Talk to me,” he insists.

Another breath and she finally admits, “I…no matter how many times we do this, I just…I’m afraid you…I’m not…” she pauses and he waits, allowing her the time she needs to voice her thoughts, her fears. Finally the words, “I don’t feel pretty enough for you,” spill out of trembling lips. He stills their tremor with a kiss, gentle, slow, long and full of passion, his hand raking through her hair down to her neck, fingers caressing the sensitive spot he discovered the week before.

When his chest can no longer forego air, Yaku pulls away, admiring his handy work in the form of her lips plush from his attentions.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he says, smiling at her. “I mean, literally, I want to fuck you gorgeous.”

Her cheeks erupt into crimson at his brash words but his tone is still soft, still kind. “I love you,” he continues, kissing down her cheek to her jaw where he switches to use his tongue, smirking with satisfaction when she arches into him as he trails to ear. Reaching it, he whispers, “Please let me show you how much.”

J: Jealous (“Claiming” a partner)

It could have been any number of things that finally broke Yaku’s tentative hold on his temper that day but the sight of Lev deliberating flirting with his girlfriend was the nail in the coffin for his self control.

Stomping across the gym, he grabbed her wrist, tugging her away from the taller male.

“Morisuke, what’s wrong?” she asked a bit breathless.

For answer, he sat on the lowest level bleacher, pulling her onto his lap and sealing his lips over hers in a desperate kiss. It wasn’t difficult to engage his tongue with hers when she gasped in surprise at his actions. He felt her fingers tighten their hold of his jacket as her body shifted to move away from him, clearly torn between wanting him to continue and being embarrassed of their display in front of the team.

Yaku pulled her back down easily, moving his mouth to her neck where he kissed up to her ear, growling, “I’m gonna make sure they know just who you’re with and why.” He bit the lobe and she cried out, slamming a hand over her mouth to stifle further noises.

From across the room, Kuroo whistled lowly. “Looks like demon-senpai has come out to play,” he remarked, grin widening. Clapping his hands garnered some of the team’s attention. “Four laps,” he called out, groans erupting from the mass of red. “You can thank Lev for them,” the captain went on, hustling them out of the gym.

“Yaku, when you’re done sucking face, get your ass in gear!” he shouted over his shoulder, laughing as the libero flashed him the middle finger without breaking the seal of his lips over his girlfriend’s mouth.

(Hopefully this counts as minor enough character, if not feel free to delete or ignore or choose one of your favorites instead) J- Jealous (“Claiming” a partner) or G – Gentle (gentle/loving mid-sex gestures) for Yaku Morisuke ////

He absolutely does and I’m sorry this took so long for me to get done. I miss seeing you on my dash and really hope you’re doing well sweetie. Hope these are to your liking!

G: Gentle (Describe gentle/loving mid-sex gestures)

The press of her lips became less engaging, her hands shaking. Concerned, Yaku leans up, forcing his eyes open. They’re half clothed, his shirt gone while she’s in a t-shirt and underwear. Concerned by her expression, he rests his palm against her cheek, thumb trailing under her eye.

“Hey,” he says, voice soft, “what’s wrong?” She takes in a shaky breath, eyes averting to the wall but he tugs her chin, gently making her look at him. “Talk to me,” he insists.

Another breath and she finally admits, “I…no matter how many times we do this, I just…I’m afraid you…I’m not…” she pauses and he waits, allowing her the time she needs to voice her thoughts, her fears. Finally the words, “I don’t feel pretty enough for you,” spill out of trembling lips. He stills their tremor with a kiss, gentle, slow, long and full of passion, his hand raking through her hair down to her neck, fingers caressing the sensitive spot he discovered the week before.

When his chest can no longer forego air, Yaku pulls away, admiring his handy work in the form of her lips plush from his attentions.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he says, smiling at her. “I mean, literally, I want to fuck you gorgeous.”

Her cheeks erupt into crimson at his brash words but his tone is still soft, still kind. “I love you,” he continues, kissing down her cheek to her jaw where he switches to use his tongue, smirking with satisfaction when she arches into him as he trails to ear. Reaching it, he whispers, “Please let me show you how much.”

J: Jealous (“Claiming” a partner)

It could have been any number of things that finally broke Yaku’s tentative hold on his temper that day but the sight of Lev deliberating flirting with his girlfriend was the nail in the coffin for his self control.

Stomping across the gym, he grabbed her wrist, tugging her away from the taller male.

“Morisuke, what’s wrong?” she asked a bit breathless.

For answer, he sat on the lowest level bleacher, pulling her onto his lap and sealing his lips over hers in a desperate kiss. It wasn’t difficult to engage his tongue with hers when she gasped in surprise at his actions. He felt her fingers tighten their hold of his jacket as her body shifted to move away from him, clearly torn between wanting him to continue and being embarrassed of their display in front of the team.

Yaku pulled her back down easily, moving his mouth to her neck where he kissed up to her ear, growling, “I’m gonna make sure they know just who you’re with and why.” He bit the lobe and she cried out, slamming a hand over her mouth to stifle further noises.

From across the room, Kuroo whistled lowly. “Looks like demon-senpai has come out to play,” he remarked, grin widening. Clapping his hands garnered some of the team’s attention. “Four laps,” he called out, groans erupting from the mass of red. “You can thank Lev for them,” the captain went on, hustling them out of the gym.

“Yaku, when you’re done sucking face, get your ass in gear!” he shouted over his shoulder, laughing as the libero flashed him the middle finger without breaking the seal of his lips over his girlfriend’s mouth.