I feel bad leaving only one-chapter stories out there. So, here is another one. From this one on, I'm really looking forward to hearing what ya'll think before posting! (I'm a bit anxious since I'm not too good at writing smut)
Warning: Underage drinking – if you do do it (which is kinda inevitable, do it with a responsible person nearby to stop you from going overboard)
12 ways: Roll around showing their belly
There is too much alcohol. Haru is still somehow convinced by the overjoyed first years to take a sip or two. She finds that she likes the fruity liquors and the chocolate cocktails which Kuroo and Yamamoto whip up like pros. She really didn't expect the latter to know how, but he does. And, it's a sequel of graceful moves, almost like his spikes, through which he offers her a combination of coffee, chocolate liquor and something else in a seemingly innocent mug.
This is how she finds herself settled on the sofa chair of Yaku's home, cheeks flushed and movements fuzzy. She feels like she's floating on a cloud and there is an uncomfortable heat in her belly, telling her that she wouldn't be able to resist a bit of flirting like she usually does. In fact, she would totally welcome it at that point. Luckily, the main perpetrator, Kuroo, is too far gone to think about that himself.
He's dealing out cocktails, sipping some himself and then joining in the scandalous game of truth or dare, which luckily never escalates over to Haru. She didn't think that she would be able to stand one of their 'go and kiss the manager' dares at this point. She's welcome it with open arms in order to soothe the burn in her belly. But, it's later on, when she's still sitting comfortably buzzed and when Lev walks away from her after their long conversation with odd pauses and senseless sentences, that something hits her legs.
Haru looks down, seeing Kuroo on the floor. He's grinning stupidly up at her, on his back, shirt having ridden up exposing his toned stomach. Haru swallows and seeks courage in her unassuming mug. The liquid is still cold, but it somehow gives her a warm feeling as it travels down and through her body. He's still grinning up at her.
"Having fun?" He asks her, as he always does at these gatherings. Being the only girl in a crowd of boys being boys, Kuroo makes sure that Haru is alright. He always does. He wouldn't be their captain otherwise. He is always the one to put the lids back onto the liquor bottles and cut them off, too, precisely at the right moment. He takes care of them, Haru knows.
"Yeah." She replies, a little breathless. She'd seen Kuroo shirtless a number of times during official matches. She'd occasionally come into their changing room to get the used towels at inopportune moments, as well. But, then, she hadn't been buzzed. Now, the only thing she can do is stare at the trail of dark hairs leading down from Kuroo's navel and into the low-riding sweatpants he's got on. Damn him and his 'comfortable dressing style'. Nobody should be allowed to look that good in sweatpants and a T-shirt.
"Good." Kuroo replies eyes closing and arms stretching above his head. His shirt rides further up, leaving his belly completely open. With alcohol-found confidence, Haru leaves her mug on the coffee table and reaches down, digging her partially numb fingers into his sides. But, even the easily recognizable guffawing of their captain doesn't gain them attention from the other teammates.
"Hyena captain." Haru shoots with a straight face.
"Devil manager." Kuroo returns, catching her hands. But, their moment is broken by Lev calling her over to come play with them. With a single grin down at Kuroo, Haru steps over him with surprising coordination and joins the game of cards.
Roll around showing their belly – your cat will show you affection by exposing their vulnerable spots to you.
Cheers!
