From this point on will be sex scenes. You have been warned. not all sex scenes will have a warning in the beginning, since there are a lot, but I will do my best.
"No, not unless you want to." He chuckles, confusing me even more. "Is it gonna be like what you did before?" I ask, gesturing to the marks on my neck as he chuckles again. "No, not unless you want to do that. Think of it like this, I just want you to suck on something like a popsicle, except it's not cold and you don't bite it. Just put it in your mouth, suck and lick." Kuroo says, making me hum as I cross my arms. "So lemme get this straight, I suck on your fucked up popsicle, just that, we don't talk about it, we act like it didn't happen and you'll owe me anything I want. Just suck, no kisses, no marks, and no biting." I say, raising an eyebrow at him as his grin widens. "Pretty much, yeah. Might be some swallowing involved too, but only if you want." Kuroo says, so I think about it, itching the back of my neck. "Sure, fuck it, why not." I sigh, throwing my hands in the air as Kuroo bites his lip, taking my shirt from my hand. "It's a deal then, I'm gonna use this as a blindfold." Kuroo says, making me furrow my brows again. "Why use my shirt as a blindfold?" I ask, though Kuroo untangles my shirt and prepares it. "If you want I can use the one you're wearing, or mine instead." He says, but I quickly shake my head.
"No! My shirt is fine. Not the one I'm wearing!" I say, Kuroo nodding before he pulls the shirt over my eyes, making sure it was snug and secure, and I couldn't see anything. "There we go. I'm going to carry you to the spot now." Kuroo says, picking me up and putting me over his shoulder before I can protest. "Whoa! Hey, what the heck!" I say, fidgeting as his hand rests on my ass, holding me steady. "Keep your head down, unless you want to hit it on something." He says, so I sigh and drop my head down, waiting as he carries me god knows where. "Am I being kidnapped?" I ask, Kuroo letting out a hearty laugh before he sets me down, shutting and locking a door. "No, I wouldn't do that to you Tiny Dancer. We're still in the gym, just a different place." He says, and I hear his sneakers squeak as he walks over to me, settling right in front of me. "Kneel down and put your hands behind your back, no touching, no peeking, or you'll regret it Tiny Dancer." He says, though I just sigh. "Fine, fine, jeez." I mumble, dropping down to my knees and putting my hands behind my back. "Open your mouth, tilt your head back." Kuroo says as I hear the rustling of fabric.
I huff, tilting my head back to look up at where I assume his face would be, opening my mouth. His hand gently cups my chin, his thumb sliding in my mouth and stroking my tongue. "Mm." He groans softly, so I bite him gently, closing my mouth on his thumb and sucking gently, rolling my tongue over the pad of his thumb. "Okay, not what I was expecting. I need you to lift up a bit." He chuckles, his voice rough and low as he slowly lifts me up by my chin, before he pulls my mouth open. He removes his thumb from my mouth before setting something hot and soft on my bottom lip. "Behold, my fucked up popsicle. No biting, put it in your mouth, take it out, lick, suck- if we want to make me happy, maybe kiss it a little, but you don't gotta. You just do you, and dance on it." Kuroo says in his rough voice, sending a shiver down my spine. I slowly slide my tongue out, hesitantly tasting it, though I hear more rustling before Kuroo's hand works my hair, pulling it all up and out of the way, into a ponytail which he holds steady with his hand. I begin to tingle at the feeling of his hand in my hair, my cheeks heating as I slowly roll my tongue over the tip of the fucked up popsicle.
