#hqdrabbles

Like he can feel your eyes on him, Kuroo looks up at you in the stands. His expression brightens, and he smirks, sending you a wink before turning back to the game. And fuck if that’s not the sexiest thing you’ve seen all day. You can’t wait to wipe that stupid smirk off his face tonight when you—

A loud whine drags you from your daydream, your gaze snapping away from Kuroo only to land on a pouting Yukie. With another whine, she drops her head onto your shoulder, the sound muffled by the too large jacket wrapped around you. Raising an eyebrow, you glance at Kaori over Yukie’s head, but the other girl only sighs. On your other side, Akaashi leans forward enough to look at Yukie as well.

Before you can ask her what’s wrong, Yukie’s arms slide around your waist. She pulls her face from your arm and props her chin against your shoulder, a heavy, dramatic sigh falling from her mouth. “Ugh,” she groans, looking at you and Akaashi, who only blinks back at her, “you two are so lucky to have such hot boyfriends.”

You almost choke on your spit when her words register. Behind her, Kaori looks absolutely scandalized, her eyes wide with horror. You’re barely able to smother your laughter when you catch a glimpse of Akaashi’s bewildered expression.

He blinks at Yukie again, mouth opening and then closing just as quickly before he finally settles on a confused, “Thank you.”

Yukie nods, her gaze sliding back to the volleyball game going on below. She hums in thought as she watches the ball move, eyes latching onto a familiar player. “Bokuto is thick,” she continues suddenly, rambling to herself. “Thick. With two Cs. Like, damn, look at him next to Oikawa’s pancake ass and tell me that that—what do the kids say, cake?—isn’t the nicest thing you’ve ever seen. Not that Oikawa isn’t hot too, but you know how I like a nice ass.”

You’re trying not to wheeze at this point, your shoulders shaking with barely muffled giggles as Yukie’s attention shifts to Oikawa’s flat ass. Next to you, Akaashi looks like he’d rather be literally anywhere else, and you knock your shoulder against his. His exasperated expression only makes you laugh harder.

Of course, that’s when Yukie turns her attention to your boyfriend.

“Oooh, and don’t get me started on Kuroo. Those are some pretty damn delicious arms. And his thighs! God, he could crush me with those and I’d say thanks.” Your laughter cuts off abruptly, your shoulder stiff beneath Yukie’s chin as her eyes wander over Kuroo slowly, watching as he jumps to successfully block a spike. She hums appreciatively, and you bristle immediately, a sick feeling swirling in the pit of your stomach the longer she looks at him. “They aren’t as beefy as Daichi’s, but Kuroo can—”

Kaori slaps a hand over Yukie’s mouth before she can continue. “Okay, that’s enough out of you,” she says, trying to pull your whining friend off of you while sharing a look with Akaashi.

Yukie only clings to you tighter, arms squeezing around your torso. “What, I’m single! I can look at anyone I want. I just can’t touch, pinch, or lick. It’s not my fault every guy we know is stupidly hot and taken.” Yukie stops suddenly, patting your thigh almost comfortingly. “Congratulations on scoring a hot piece of ass by the way.”

The possessiveness that flares in your chest is shoved back down as you remind yourself that this is Yukie. Your friend. She’s just being ridiculously thirsty as usual. It’s not a big deal. Nope. Not at all.

“Don’t you have a thing with Konoha?” you ask, desperate to change the subject from the aforementioned hot piece of ass that you’re dating. From what you remember from your last girl’s night, Yukie had gone on a handful of dates with the former Fukurodani player and things were going pretty well.

The question only makes Yukie’s expression darken. Her lazy grin disappears, replaced with narrowed eyes and a pout. “He doesn’t seem to think so,” she says, tone dripping with venom that makes your eyes widen. Before you can ask what she means, her mood shifts again. Yukie’s eyes brighten. She throws her arms up, yelling in excitement as the team scores a point.

You lean around her to look at Kaori, bemusement slowly turning to realization. “Is she drunk?”

A tired nod is all the response you need. “Very. She got into the wine while I was in class this afternoon. Apparently Konoha went out with another girl the other night? I’m not sure.”

Yeah, that’ll do it. “Of course, she did.” You settle back in your seat and allow Yukie to lean against your shoulder once more, only half listening to her rambling on about the game and the hot players on both teams. Now that you’re aware of it, you can hear the slight slur in the way she’s talking. That makes you feel a little bit better about her talking so openly about Kuroo. Just a little.

Jealousy is a bitch.

You almost forget about what Yukie said by the time the game is done. Almost. The players are just finishing cleaning up and gathering their things, and you, Akaashi, Kaori, and an intoxicated Yukie are waiting just outside the gym, chatting quietly as you wait for your friends to come out.

It isn’t long before the door to the locker room slams open, cutting Kaori off mid-sentence as the boys leave the gym. Footsteps pound against the floor. You look up just in time to watch Bokuto launch himself through the air and nearly tackle Akaashi to the floor, three inches taller and nearly thirty pounds heavier. Akaashi grunts in surprise, barely able to hold himself up as Bokuto’s arms and legs wrap around him. A noisy kiss is pressed against Akaashi’s cheek, but your attention is already somewhere else.

There’s a stupid grin spreading across your face as soon as you see Kuroo coming down the hallway flanked by Oikawa and Daichi, the three deep in conversation. Even from here you can see Kuroo’s eyes rolling, and you figure they’re talking about Bokuto’s frankly exhausting amount of energy post-game.

You consider calling out to him, but decide to take another second to stare at him instead. It’s unfair how good he looks after a workout, and you might as well enjoy it before he gets the chance to tease you for ogling him.

Yukie isn’t nearly as tactful. “Kuroo!” she calls across the room, waving her arms to get his attention. She nearly smacks you across the face with her flailing, giggling when you nearly drop her in surprise. Kaori hurriedly grabs Yukie as the drunk girl starts to slip from your grasp, and behind you Akaashi is still being smothered in Bokuto’s affections despite his complaints about sweat and PDA.

Kuroo’s head snaps up at the sound of his name, attention turning from Oikawa to Yukie, then to you. A grin immediately makes its way onto his face, his expression lighting up when he sees you. Oikawa says something that makes Kuroo shove him, and one of their other teammates laughs. Waving them off, Kuroo shrugs his bag higher on his shoulder, quickly making his way over to you. A mischievous smile tugs at his lips, and you know he’s just waiting to wrap you up in a bear hug and soak in some much-needed attention.

He’s halfway across the room when Yukie stops giggling long enough to shout, “Nice thighs!”

Kuroo’s steps falter, his eyes wide.

This time, you do drop Yukie. Kaori yelps at the extra weight, not expecting you to let go so suddenly and leave her as the only thing keeping Yukie from falling on her face. Yukie only starts giggling even harder, and you can hear Bokuto snickering as well from where he’s still wrapped around Akaashi.

It takes Kuroo a second to regain his bearings, his mouth opening and closing wordlessly as Oikawa laughs obnoxiously. Daichi at least has the decency to pretend he isn’t laughing as Kuroo calls back a confused “Thanks?” Shaking his head, Kuroo’s gaze returns to you, but you’re busy staring at Yukie.

Like before, there’s a sick feeling swirling around in your stomach. You know exactly what it is and force down the bitter, jealous, possessiveness that rises in your throat. It’s a feeling that you hate, but sometimes it’s hard to brush aside, no matter how much you trust Kuroo and no matter how obvious it is that Yukie is just being herself, albeit significantly more intoxicated.

By the time your attention snaps away from Yukie, the boys are closer. Oikawa is still snickering at your boyfriend’s expense, much to Kuroo’s annoyance. The two are exchanging quips, but Kuroo only has eyes for you.

Unfortunately, Yukie is still giggling and swaying next to you, you’re still more jealous than you’d ever admit out loud, and Daichi just happens to be the closest.

It’s almost an unspoken rule that Kuroo is always the first player you congratulate on a game. Usually, he has you wrapped up in a tight embrace as soon as he sees you, strong arms lifting you straight off the ground in his excitement. Just like Bokuto with Akaashi.

So, when Daichi goes to slip around you and help Kaori with Yukie, it comes as a surprise to everyone when you stop him with a light touch on the bare part of his upper arm. “Good game!” is all that you say to him, sending him a smile before letting go just as quickly once he nods, grateful, albeit confused.

You don’t notice the look that Bokuto and Akaashi share behind you.

Kuroo doesn’t look bothered at all by your brief interaction with Daichi, and somehow that makes you feel even worse. Lean arms wrap around your waist and tug you against a firm chest. Warm, slightly chapped lips press a gentle kiss to your temple. “You ready to go home, baby?” he murmurs against your ear.

One of his hands traces the length of your spine until he’s cupping the back of your neck, thumb sweeping across your skin.

Leaning into him, you tilt your head back to meet his eyes. “Yeah.” You wrap your own arms around him, holding on just as tight. “Good game.”

You’ve only been at Kuroo’s apartment for thirty minutes and you’re already about two seconds away from throwing something at Akaashi. With your volleyball player boyfriends wanting to clean up post-game, you’ve been alone with your best friend since Kuroo pressed a sloppy kiss to your forehead before racing Bokuto to the bathroom, only narrowly beating the other man—who sat outside the door sulking until Kuroo was done.

Normally, you wouldn’t mind the situation, but you can already tell that Akaashi has something he wants to say, and it’s a conversation that you really don’t want to have tonight.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you don’t dare look at him, all but feeling his stare burning into the side of your face as you stir a spoonful of honey into your tea and watch it dissolve. It’s too quiet in the kitchen. The clinking of your spoon against the side of your mug is too loud, and even Bokuto’s muffled, tone-deaf singing coming from the bathroom down the hall doesn’t lighten the mood. Nose wrinkling, you stop stirring your tea. An irritated sigh slips from your mouth.

He’s still staring, leaning against the counter across from you. Ignoring Akaashi is proving to be more difficult than you initially anticipated. You’re painfully aware of his presence. He’s scrutinizing you, brows furrowed in thought, and you know as soon as you look at him, he’ll know exactly what you’re thinking.

“So,” he starts casually—too casually—eyeing you over the rim of his mug, “are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

You consider flat out ignoring him, but decide that’s too mean. “Isn’t it too late for you to be interrogating me, Keiji?” you ask, propping your chin against one hand as you finally look at him.

He raises an eyebrow at your word choice. “Who said anything about interrogating you?”

“I’m not upset,” you tell him, you know, like a liar. “I’m just tired. It’s getting late.” Another lie. It’s barely ten. Usually on nights when you stay over, you and Kuroo are up late watching movies or fooling around in his room.

“Okay,” he says, dropping it immediately, much to your surprise. He doesn’t look at you as he grabs his tea off the counter. The mug makes it halfway to his mouth before Akaashi sets it back down with a sigh. “Actually, no. I’m not humoring you tonight.” The look he sends you is stern. “It’s okay for you to be upset about what Yukie said, but it’s not fair to—”

Before he can really start to lecture you, he’s cut off by an enthusiastic blur of blue and gray nearly lunging over the counter to tackle him in a hug. “Keiji!” Bokuto croons, face buried in his boyfriend’s neck.

Akaashi grunts as the wind is knocked out of him, Bokuto giving him a tight squeeze around the middle. “Kou, don’t be so loud,” he chastises, but doesn’t shove Bokuto away. With a sigh, he allows himself to be kissed on the cheek and cuddled, casual indifference broken by a secretive, fond smile.

You consider teasing him, but decide against it, content to let them be.

A moment later, long arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you against a firm chest as lips press against your temple, then your cheek. “Hey, kitten,” Kuroo murmurs, voice muffled as he leans down to kiss the side of your neck. His messy hair tickles your cheek, still damp from his shower, and you automatically relax as the familiar scent of his shampoo tickles your nose. Another kiss is placed just below your jaw, where he can feel your pulse jump under his touch. His lips curl into a smile that you know only means trouble, and you shudder as Kuroo’s fingers inch beneath the hem of your shirt.

Akaashi rolls his eyes at Kuroo’s PDA, and Bokuto wiggles his eyebrows. They’re both used to your boyfriend being a sexual menace by now. He’s like this more often than not after a game. The adrenalin makes him grabby.

Your breath hitches as Kuroo’s hands get a little bolder, “Behave,” you tell him, but don’t try to stop him. He won’t get too handsy with Bokuto and Akaashi right across the counter. And, honestly, after what happened earlier, you’re just as needy as he is right now.

His smirk widens. “You like me better when I don’t.” A sneaky hand snakes around your hips to pinch your ass and you squeal.

You reach around to smack his shoulder as he cackles. “Tetsurou!”

He backs off but doesn’t let you go completely, arms moving back to your waist and wrapping around you tightly. His lips press against the side of your head apologetically, coaxing you to lean back against him, and you roll your eyes as you feel him shake with barely muffled laughter. Abandoning your tea on the counter, you place your hands on his arms.

That seems to placate him for the time being. At least, enough for him to turn his attention to your friends across the counter. Kuroo makes himself comfortable behind you, subtly resting more of his weight against your back as he and Bokuto begin to bicker about another practice match they have later this week.

With his boyfriend momentarily distracted, Akaashi goes back to observing you from across the counter, which you purposely ignore, instead focusing on Bokuto’s animated expressions and the gentle rumble of Kuroo’s chest vibrating against your back every time he speaks. Undeterred by your refusal to look at him, Akaashi crosses his arms, staring at you even harder, like somehow he’ll be able to see right through you.

“Do we really have to go to the gym tomorrow?” Kuroo whines. “It’s Saturday, bro, we can take one day off.”

Bokuto gasps, scandalized. “Never skip leg day, Kuroo!” Huffing, he jabs a finger in your boyfriend’s direction. “You want to be dummy thick like Daichi, don’t you?” he asks, much to your amusement. Akaashi looks like he’s in physical pain, and it’s all you can do to keep from cackling right then.

Kuroo’s grip on you tightens just a fraction. The arms that are wrapped around your waist tense, but when you try to look at him, Kuroo tucks you under his chin. His cheek presses against the top of your head. “I think my thighs are thick enough, thanks,” he tells Bokuto dryly. He squeezes your hip when your fingers brush against his forearm, and his tone turns teasing as his attention returns to you. “What do you think, baby?”

The mention of his thighs makes you tense, too. Yukie’s gushing compliments from the game punching straight through your chest and make your stomach twist into knots. And your good mood plummets. There’s a sour taste in the back of your mouth, and you aren’t quick enough to stop a sarcastic quip from slipping out.

“Why don’t you go ask Yukie? I’m sure she’ll tell you how thick they are.” Your tone is clipped, sharp, and you only realize you’ve said it out loud when you feel Kuroo stiffen behind you again, but by then it’s too late.

The tight grip he has on your waist loosens in surprise, Kuroo’s hands falling limply to his sides as he stares down at you in utter bewilderment. “What?” He sounds as hurt as he does confused. The softness of his tone strikes you between your ribs and makes you wince.

Horrified, all you can do is stare at the pair across the counter. Bokuto looks at you, then Kuroo, his eyes wide. Beside him, Akaashi just sighs, sending you a look that’s a clear cross between “you fucked up” and “I tried to tell you”, and for once you can’t even argue with that.

Unsure how to respond to the mess you’ve made, you send Akaashi a pleading look. If anyone can diffuse a situation before it starts, it’s Akaashi. He meets your gaze across the counter, his eyebrows furrowing just the slightest as he looks from you, to Kuroo, and back to you.

“Kou,” Akaashi says suddenly, breaking the tense silence by turning to his boyfriend, “why don’t we go see Konoha tonight? It’s been awhile since we saw him.”

“What?” Bokuto replies, confused, still staring at you and Kuroo owlishly. “Keiji, we just saw him yesterday—oh!” It takes him a second, but then he’s grabbing Akaashi’s hand and all but dragging the other man towards the door. “Right! Let’s go!” Bokuto glances at you and Kuroo over his shoulder, grinning. “You two have fun tonight! But not too much fun, or we won’t get the deposit back on—ouch!” He pouts, rubbing his shoulder where Akaashi smacked him.

“We’ll be back in an hour,” Akaashi says to you. Then, to Kuroo, “Not on the counter, please.”

The insinuation makes your eyes widen, and you shoot Akaashi a nasty look, which he ignores. Talk it out or fuck, is what he doesn’t say out loud, and you tense in anticipation despite the concoction of other emotions swirling in your stomach.

Kuroo makes a low sound in the back of his throat and leans forward again, caging you in as his palms press against the countertop on either side of you. With his chest flush against your back, you can feel how tense he is. “No promises.”

Rolling his eyes, Akaashi grabs his keys out of the bowl by the door and allows Bokuto to pull him out of the apartment. The door closes with more force than necessary, loud slam giving way to silence as soon as you and Kuroo are alone.

Pinned between him and the counter like this, you can feel the heat of his breath puffing against the side of your neck. His fingers flex against the counter top, and your gaze is drawn to the lean muscles of his arms on either side of you.

Yukie’s comments claw at you again, and you grimace. It’s a stupid thing to fixate on. You feel ridiculous for letting it bother you in the first place, and you’re sure Kuroo is confused. Maybe upset. You aren’t usually snappy with him. And Akaashi was right. It’s not fair for you to take your jealousy out on Kuroo.

Sighing, you ready yourself to apologize.

“Are you going to keep acting like a little brat, or are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” His lips brush against your skin as he speaks, touch soft compared to his tone. Your eyes widen as he presses himself up against your back. There isn’t an inch of space left between you. An open-mouthed kiss is placed just below your ear, and you shudder as his teeth graze the side of your neck. When you don’t respond, Kuroo sighs. “I’m not going to ask you again,” he warns you.

Kuroo leans forward, keeping you pinned to the counter as one of his hands drifts back to your waist. The pad of his thumb grazes your hip where your shirt has ridden up, teasing you. Your breath catches. His weight against your back is equal parts comforting and arousing. And Kuroo knows exactly how to touch you, how to turn you into a shivering mess until you’re practically begging for him.

It’s hard not to do exactly that when his breath is fanning over the side of your neck and his fingers are slipping beneath the hem of your shirt. Hot and wet, his lips graze a sensitive spot below your jaw. He doesn’t kiss you, but he’s close, and you feel the slightest twitch of his mouth. You can’t tell if it’s a smile or if your silence is pissing him off. The latter makes your pulse jump, your heart racing.

“Yukie was talking about you at the game,” you finally tell him. It sounds ridiculous when you say it out loud. Petty jealousy. But you can’t help it sometimes. Not when he’s all tousled hair and sly smirks that could drive anyone crazy.

Kuroo pauses. “Oh?” Warm lips place a soft kiss on your neck, and your head falls back against his shoulder, your eyes fluttering shut. An appreciative sound slips from his throat. Another kiss is pressed to your throat, hot and open-mouthed. Shivers run down your spine as his hips rock forward against your ass. “And what was she saying about me?”

His teeth scrape over your skin, just enough for you to feel it, and you jolt. A breathy whine escapes you before you can stop it. Kuroo chuckles, voice deeper than usual, and you try not to squirm as he nips at you, voice a low murmur as he speaks. “Don’t get shy on me now, kitten,” he taunts, “you were so mouthy a minute ago.”

When you take too long to answer, Kuroo’s fingers sneak beneath your shirt to pinch your hip. You yelp, squirming away from his fingers, but that only drives you further back against him. Grunting, Kuroo pins your hips against the counter. Already half-hard, he grinds against your ass lazily. The thin fabric of his sweats does nothing to hide his growing arousal, and warmth rushes through you, liquid heat pooling in your belly.

“Your arms,” you manage to tell him. He acknowledges you with a hum, sound muffled by his teeth and tongue as he continues to tease your neck. “And your thighs.” Your next admission is softer and a little bitter. “She wouldn’t stop staring at you.” A lot of girls stare at him. They always have. It shouldn’t still get to you, not when you’re the one he’s touching like this, hands wandering over your skin and his mouth sucking a bruise onto your neck.

There’s nothing to be jealous of when he’s already yours, and he seems intent on proving that to you.

“Yeah?” Kuroo asks. “Is that why you were trying to make me jealous after the game?” Smugness practically rolls from him in waves. His lips curl into a smirk. “Hmm? Trying to get me all riled up?”

You barely choke out a, “Yes.”

It surprises you when Kuroo’s mouth rips away from your neck. His touch is gone for an agonizing moment before reappearing on your cheek. The kiss he places there is softer this time, sweeter, and it makes your heart swell in your chest as he shifts to whisper in your ear. “You know I’m yours, right?” His hand is pressed against your abdomen now, fingers spread out to cover as much of you as possible. He waits until you nod and sighs. “Good.” He kisses your cheek again, then your jaw, his lips wandering back to your neck.

And just like that a switch seems to flip in him again. “And you’re mine,” Kuroo continues, voice lower than before. “Or do I have to remind you who you belong to?” His hand slides up your stomach, inching towards your chest.

“Tetsu,” you gasp, arching into his clever hand.

“What do you call me, kitten?” It’s more of a demand than a question, and you keen as his fingers slip beneath your bra. His calloused thumb brushes against your nipple before he pinches it between his fingers just to watch you squirm.

Breath catching, you wet your bottom lip. “Sir,” you correct yourself, letting him tilt your head to the side, positioning you just the way he wants you. Your easy compliance makes him grin. Kuroo grinds against your ass again, harder this time, and you squeeze your thighs together as heat licks across your spine.

“Good girl.”

His lips meet your jaw in a chaste kiss, and he squeezes your breast once, palming you before letting go. As his hand snakes out from beneath your shirt, you expect him to yank you around, force your head back and dominate you with a rough kiss, so you’re surprised when his touch leaves you entirely. Like before, his palms press against the top of the counter. Even his weight leaves your back, an inch of space between you that feels too wide and painfully close all at once. The heat of his breath tickles the back of your neck, and you shudder at his proximity, desperate for his touch.

There’s a whiny tone to your voice when you call out his name. “Tetsu,” you whimper, torn between begging for him and holding onto your stubborn pride. Anything to get him to touch you again. Already, there’s an ache forming in the pit of your stomach, and he’s hardly done anything yet.

When he ignores you, you huff. Taking matters into your own hands, you press your palms to the counter top and grind yourself back against his crotch. Satisfaction bursts in your chest as he makes a surprised sound in the back of his throat, but your pleased grin at catching him off-guard disappears as his hand comes down on your ass with a sharp slap.

This time, you yelp, mouth dropping open in a silent cry as his big hand squeezes your ass over your shorts. “So impatient,” Kuroo muses, clicking his tongue in disapproval. “Are you gonna behave for me, or are you gonna keep acting like a brat?” There’s a condescending edge to his tone, and you wish it didn’t turn you on as much as it did. And he knows it too.

As he waits for you to respond, Kuroo places his hands on your hips. His thumbs trace slow circles on your sides, slowly inching your shirt upwards as he fights the urge to rip the thin fabric over your head and take in every inch of your skin under his greedy touch.

And fuck if that’s not exactly what you want right now. It’s a miracle that you aren’t already trembling for him, hyper-aware of his every move. His heated touch. “I’ll behave,” you tell him. The chilled edge of the counter presses against your abdomen as he drags your top higher, but the cold is chased away by his palms ghosting over your sides.

“What was that, kitten?” You don’t have to look at him to know that he’s smirking, pleased with himself for making you such a mess already.

You wet your lips again. “I’ll behave, sir,” you repeat yourself, louder this time.

You’re rewarded with another pleased sound rumbling in his chest. “That’s my good girl,” Kuroo says again. His hands are on your ribs now, his thumbs tracing the underside of your lacy bra. Your shirt is carefully tugged off over your head before he carelessly tosses it to the floor, hands going right back to your painfully soft skin. Both of you revel in the contact.

Kuroo’s mouth is back on your neck immediately, lip wandering over every inch of newly bared skin available to him, all teeth and tongue as he peppers your skin with faint hickeys and love-bites. His teeth graze a sensitive spot between your neck and shoulder. His hands are everywhere. Palming your breasts. Drawing circles and shapes across your sides. Slipping between your legs to stroke your thighs and flirt with the hem of your shorts, teasingly close to where you really want him.

And then his hand wraps around your throat. He doesn’t choke you, grip loose enough for you to breathe, but the slightest pressure has goosebumps erupting across your skin. Your legs tremble as he squeezes just the slightest.

He nips at your exposed neck, and your breath hitches as two long fingers trace your slit over your shorts, applying just enough pressure to your clit for your hips to jump into his touch. Your head falls back against his shoulder again, your eyes squeezing shut as your mouth drops open.

A frustrated whine builds in your throat as he pulls away, but he’s quick to hush you, his hand slipping under the waist of your shorts to tug them down your hips. Left in just your panties, you rub your thighs together, flushing when you feel just how wet you are already. Your panties stick to your skin in a way that’s almost embarrassing, and you know it’ll only stroke Kuroo’s ego even harder.

“Fuck,” Kuroo murmurs as your panties slide down to your ankles. “I’ve been wanting to take these off you all damn day.” He leans back to get a good look at you, half-naked and dripping for him, and the sight goes right to his cock. “Such a cute little ass.” A hard spank to your right cheek makes you gasp, the sharp sting of pain making your eyes water. He’s quick to soothe the tender spot, chuckling, low and throaty, a deep baritone that hits you right between the legs.

“Do you have any idea how hard it was not to bend you over right in front of Bokuto and Akaashi?” he continues. “I bet you would have liked that, huh? Dirty little slut.” Kuroo’s hand is back between your legs, teasing your wet slit and sliding over your clit until you’re panting.

His grip shifts around your throat. “Fuck,” you mewl. “Tetsu—Tetsu, please.” You can’t finish the plea, a loud squeal cutting you off as he pinches your clit harshly between his fingers before letting go, pain mixed with the pleasure. “Oh, god.”

“Bend over, kitten,” he tells you, lips against your ear. A hand on your lower back guides you down to the counter, and you comply willingly, stretching up on your toes as your torso is pressed against the smooth surface. Kuroo strokes your cheek, his thumb brushing against your lower lip teasingly. “Don’t move.”

You stay perfectly still even as he backs away, legs quivering from the angle and the stretch, precariously balanced on your toes with the counter digging into your hips. None of that matters though. Not the mild discomfort or the cold seeping into your torso. All you can feel is Kuroo behind you, his gaze burning into your back as he trails the tips of his fingers over the curve of your ass, admiring you.

There’s something a bit like awe in his tone as he murmurs, “Fuck, look at you.” His hands ghost over your hips and thighs, like he isn’t sure where he wants to touch you. “So fucking pretty. Such a good slut for me.”

Kuroo’s hand slides up your back, his fingers tracing the dip of your spine until he reaches the base of your neck, where his long fingers wrap around you, forcing you down harder against the counter top. A low hum slips from his mouth as he looks down at you, sharp eyes drinking in the sight of you, how pretty you look underneath him as you try not to squirm. Leaning over you, he grinds his cock against the back of your thigh teasingly. “Is this what you want, kitten?” he asks you, breath hot against your ear. “You want me to bend you over the counter and fuck you senseless? Make you beg me to let you come all over my cock?”

He squeezes the back of your neck as a breathy sound escapes your mouth. Kuroo kisses your cheek. His lips brush against you as he murmurs, “Well that’s too fucking bad.”

You yelp as you’re suddenly yanked off the counter. Hands latch onto your hips as soon as your feet are on the ground, and you’re ripped around so that you’re facing Kuroo for the first time since he came up behind you earlier. His hazel eyes are almost golden in the kitchen light, and there’s a feral glint in his gaze as he looks at you. “You wanna be naughty? Tease me?” he asks, leaning in until his lips are hovering just above yours. “Come on, kitten, you should know better than that.”

His hand wraps around your throat again, tighter this time, and you’re forced to follow him as he steps away from the counter. Kuroo doesn’t kiss you as he guides you through his apartment, making you walk backwards so you can’t see where he’s taking you.

“What was it that Yukie was saying about my thighs earlier?” he asks you. “What did she say that made you so damn mad?”

“Tetsu,” you whimper.

“You know you aren’t very subtle, kitten.” Belatedly, you realize he’s taken you to his room. Kuroo throws the door shut behind you, but doesn’t bother to lock it. Your cunt clenches at the thought of Bokuto or Akaashi walking in, but Kuroo is quick to drag your attention back to him. “You think I didn’t see you staring at me the entire game? You couldn’t take your damn eyes off me.”

Kuroo lets go of your neck, his hand trailing up to your jaw as he drags his thumb across your bottom lip. He watches you as his hand falls back to his side, and his lips curve upwards as he fists the back of his shirt, yanking the plain t-shirt off in one smooth motion. You can’t help the way your gaze drops to his bare chest and stomach, greedy eyes taking in each defined muscle from years of playing volleyball.

Your gaze only slides lower as his sweatpants drop to the floor as well, leaving him in only a pair of boxers that leave his thick thighs on display. Fuck, if you weren’t dripping before, you definitely are now.

So busy staring at his legs, you don’t notice that his smile is all teeth.

Kuroo drops down onto the edge of the bed, and you gasp as he grabs your hips. Yanking you forward, you’re pulled down to him. Chest to chest. Not an inch of space left between you as he situates you over his leg, forcing you to straddle his thigh. “What were you thinking about, hmm?” he asks as you steady yourself on his broad shoulders, feet barely finding purchase on the floor. Heat sinks into you as his thumbs tease the lacy edge of your underwear. As if to taunt you, he leans in close, breath fanning over your lips. “Was it this?”

With that mocking tone, he shifts beneath you, his hands tight on your hips as he grinds you down against his thigh. The rough drag against your clit makes your eyes flutter shut. Your head drops forward against his shoulder, a shuddering breath falling from your parted lips.

“You wanna fuck yourself on my thigh, kitten?” To emphasize his question, his flexes beneath you, pressing harder against your wet cunt. The angle is just right to have him applying pressure perfectly to your clit. When you try to grind against him, Kuroo grabs your hips, holding you in place. And, when you try it again, he lets go of one of your hips long enough give you a warning smack on the outside of your thigh. The sting makes you shudder. “Dirty girl,” he coos, reaching around to squeeze your ass.

“Please,” you whimper as he mouths at the curve of your jaw. Kuroo kisses across your neck, nipping at you as he works his way down to your shoulder. One of his hands slides between your spread thighs to feel how wet you are, and you have to bite your lip to keep from whimpering as he laughs. You jerk, arching into his teasing touch.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he notes as his fingers slip beneath the damp, flimsy fabric of your panties. Kuroo hums, pleased at the way your arousal coats his fingers.

He circles your clit slowly, each touch sending little pleasurable shocks through you. The knot in your stomach only coils tighter. “Asshole,” you bite out, choking on a moan as he pulls his hand away, leaving you more frustrated than you were a minute ago.

Your tone only gets another laugh from him, deeper and darker than before. “Ouch,” he says, brushing your hair away from your neck, “kitty’s got claws tonight.” His hand wraps around your throat again, long fingers curling around your fragile neck. You still, inhaling sharply, and Kuroo groans as he feels your pulse start to race beneath his hand.

He pulls you further against his chest, naked skin pressed flush against yours. “I thought you said you were going to behave for me,” he reminds you, leaning in to kiss the corner of your mouth. As his lips trail across your cheek, he shifts his thigh underneath you, dragging himself against your pussy slowly. Kuroo stops when he reaches your ear; his grip on your throat tightens, squeezing enough to steal your breath. “You that jealous? Or do you want me to punish you?”

The question is almost a low growl, and you shiver, thighs squeezing around his muscular one. “Tetsu,” you gasp around the intoxicating grip he has on your throat. “Please, I can’t—I need you,” if what you finally manage to spit out, thoughts muddled and head heavy with arousal.

“Well, you better get to it then,” he tells you, adjusting his grip on your throat. His other hand squeezes tightly around your hip, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to bruise. When you don’t move, he bounces his leg. It tears a moan from your chest. “Come on, you know what to do. Why don’t you give me a little show?”

It’s hard to breathe, let alone move. His presence is suffocating in the best way. The hand around your throat. His thigh between yours. The feel of his skin beneath your fingers and the steady beat of his heart where his chest is pressed to yours. All of it has you on edge.

The need swirling in your stomach forces you to move. A slow rhythm picks up as you slide over his thigh, grinding down on him. The tight grip you have on his shoulders is the only thing holding you up, and you shudder at the friction against your swollen clit. A sound of approval leaves Kuroo, and he hums against the side of your jaw, grip tightening just the slightest around your neck.

The grip he has on your hip loosens suddenly. His fingers slides along your side teasingly, his touch so soft that it makes your heart squeeze. You press your chest into his touch as he palms your breast. Deft fingers make quick work of the flimsy fabric, his hand slipping underneath to pinch and roll your nipple just like before. It isn’t long before he’s turned you into a quivering, moaning mess.

The ache between your legs only worsens with each slow roll of your hips against his thigh. The friction is intoxicating, but it isn’t enough. It isn’t what you need. Right now, you want to feel him surrounding you, holding you down as he whispers filthy things in your ear, making you moan for him. You want the pressure of his cock inside you, stretching you, the roughness of his fingers circling your clit until you’re so sensitive you have to beg him to stop.

“That’s it,” he mumbles. “Be a good girl for me and maybe I’ll let you cum.”

Little garbled pleas of his name fall from your lips as he pinches your nipple again, the sharp sting making you lurch forward against his chest.

Releasing your breast, he reaches around your back, fiddling with the clasp of your bra for a second before the fabric comes undone, straps sliding down your arms. You’re barely aware of him prying your fingers from his shoulder and tossing the fabric aside, but when he crushes you against his broad chest, the heat that surrounds you is overwhelming.

Kuroo draws you into a kiss, hot and heavy enough to make your head spin. Letting go of your throat, both of his hands make their way back to your hips, helping you grind down against him harder, faster, your rhythm picking up speed as your legs start to twitch and tremble.

He smacks your ass, gripping tightly and kneading your cheek. The sting distracts you as his other hand disappears beneath your soaked panties. Teasingly, he drags his fingers against your cunt, slick fluid clinging to his skin. “Look at you making a sloppy mess of my leg already.” He chuckles, rubbing two fingers against your clit to make you gasp. “And I’ve barely fucking touched you yet.”

The pace he sets up is hard and fast, determined to send you hurtling towards the edge. Your thighs clench around his, your fingers digging into his shoulders so tightly you swear you might break the skin. By now, your eyes are squeezed shut, your mouth open as you pant and gasp his name. You press yourself tighter to his chest. Sweat-slicked skin makes it easy to slide over his thigh as he plays with your clit.

By now, you’re so turned on that it almost hurts. Each harsh pinch of his fingers on your clit sends shocks of pleasure ripping through you, the coil in your lower belly winding tighter and tighter with every roll of your hips. He slaps your ass suddenly, still thumbing your clit, and the combined sensations make you choke on a moan. Between his fingers and the steady rocking of your hips, you’re going to cum. And you’re going to cum hard.

Kuroo forces you right to the edge; and then he takes it away.

You almost sob as he pulls his fingers out of your panties, Kuroo quick to grab your hips and hold you still, keep you from chasing his touch.

“No,” you gasp, trying to grind down on his thigh despite his iron grip. The lack of stimulation makes you whine, tears welling in your eyes. “No. Tetsu. Oh god, sir, please.”

He releases one of your hips to brush his fingers against your cheek, though the gentleness doesn’t last. Kuroo grips your chin between his fingers, tilting your chin to make you look at him. “I did say I’d have to punish you, kitten,” he reminds you. There’s an apology in his tone, but his wicked smile says he’s anything but. His thumb traces your bottom lip. “Don’t pout. You did so well.” You’re drawn into a sultry kiss that ends too soon. His words are muffled against your lips. “You’re gonna take me so fucking well. Just like a good girl. My good girl.”

“Let me make it up to you,” he says, but it sounds like a taunt.

It’s the only warning you get before his hands are on your ass, gravity shifting beneath you. Kuroo lurches off the bed, hauling you against his chest with ease. Your legs wrap around his waist reflexively, hands desperately grasping at his shoulders to hold yourself up. The bite of your fingernails on his skin makes him groan,

He squeezes your ass appreciatively before slamming you up against the nearest wall.

It knocks the air out of your lungs, and you wince, but Kuroo doesn’t you a moment to breathe before he devours you. His lips are feverish against yours, his tongue in your mouth and his teeth nipping at you until you’re whining and grinding against his cock. Spread open like this, you can only moan into his mouth as the tip brushes against your clit through your underwear.

For once, he doesn’t waste time teasing you, both of you too riled up to wait as he shoves his underwear down. You’re squirming by now, trying to pull him closer with your legs around his hips. A low groan tears from his throat as he shoves your panties aside, his thick cock rubbing against your dripping pussy.

Kuroo’s cock shoves inside of you easily, you’re so wet for him. The stretch burns in the best way, pure ecstasy ripping through you. You whimper as you struggle to take all of him, and your cunt clenches around him so tightly that he tears his mouth from yours to hiss and curse.

“You like that, kitten?” he asks you, groaning as he slaps one hand against the wall to steady himself. The other digs into your thigh. “You like it when it hurts? So fucking naughty.” He presses a sloppy kiss against the side of your neck.

He fucks you roughly. The wall scrapes against your back when he moves, and the little sounds you make only feed his fast pace. He’s perfect inside of you, hard and hot and thick enough to pound against your sweet spot with every harsh thrust of his hips. The wet slap of his cock filling you and your breathy panting and moaning are the only sounds in the apartment, so loud that your neighbors are sure to hear.

You tremble as Kuroo fucks you, only able to cling to him as pleasure makes you dizzy. You’re so close. You’re so, so close, and he must know it with the way you’re tightening around him with every roll of your hips.

His teeth dig into the curve of your neck and shoulder, and you yelp, fisting at his hair. He moans as you pull on the messy strands clenched in your fist, and his cock shoves inside of you even harder. “You wanna act like a little slut?” he pants against your ear, hand coming down on the outside of your thigh. “I’ll treat you like one. You think Daichi could make you feel this good?”

You moan, barely able to shake your head. You don’t want Daichi. You’ve never wanted Daichi. “Just you,” you choke out.

“Good girl.” And then his fingers are on your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles onto your swollen nerves.

Pleasure rips through you as you cum, white-hot and electric. The knot in your stomach snaps as your orgasm hits you, slamming the breath from your lungs. Your hips jerk between him and the wall. Your limbs tremble, heavy, and you shudder as you drop your head against his shoulder, biting down to keep yourself from shouting. The grip you have on his back slips, and your fingernails rake down his back, marking him up.

“Shit,” he sneers. Kuroo fucks you through it, grinding against you harder as your pussy clenches around his cock with every thrust, each rougher than the last. Calloused fingers continue to roll over your clit, though not as frantic as before. His thumb draws lazy circles against your sensitive nerves, swirling and playing with your clit until you’re shaking again.

Whimpering, you try to squirm away from his hand as the pleasure becomes overwhelming, stimulation bordering on too much, too fast until it hurts. “Tetsu,” you gasp, choking out his name. “I can’t—”

He slaps your thigh once. Twice. Then grabs your ass and grinds you against his cock, reaching so deep inside you. “No, no, no,” he mumbles nonsensically. “Not yet. We’re not done yet. Not until you give me one more.” Your walls flutter around him, slick walls sucking him in. “Fuck, that’s it, kitten. Just like that.” He wets his lips, mouth on your neck. “Cum for me again. Such, a good girl.”

Kuroo’s hand wraps around your throat again, squeezing hard. You choke, unable to breathe, and your eyes squeeze shut. You pull his hair. Rake your fingernails down his back. Desperate for anything to hold onto as your muscles twitch and tense. You’re so close. You’re so fucking close.

Squealing, you flinch as his clever fingers sneak back to your clit, determined to make you cum one more time.

And you do, clenching around him beautifully, pussy gripping him tight. All you can do is shake and gasp as another orgasm tears through you, the coil in your gut snapping for the second time tonight. Dark spots float across your vision as you cum on his cock, Kuroo moaning against your ear as he follows you. Hot, thick fluid fills you up as he continues to thrust inside of you, drawing out your release.

You gasp as his hand leaves your throat, panting and dizzy.

Kuroo cradles you against his chest, careful not to drop you as he presses his lips against your temple, murmuring words too low for you to hear. He pulls out slowly, his cum dripping down your thighs as he carries you to his bed.

It’s a few minutes later, when you’re curled up beside him and drowsy, that you remember everything from earlier.

“I’m sorry for trying to use Daichi to make you jealous,” you murmur against the crook of his neck, eyes fluttering shut as his fingers lazily caress your skin, drawing mindless patterns across your back as you cuddle against his side. “I don’t…” you bite your lip as you trail off, and Kuroo’s arm tightens around your waist almost protectively. “I don’t want you to feel like that. I don’t want you to think you can’t trust me. And I don’t want you to think I don’t trust you.”

Your voice is barely a whisper by the end, words breathed against his chest and swallowed up by the stillness of the room.

Kuroo tilts his chin to rest his head against yours. His fingers still against your side as he glances at you, focusing on the curve of your jaw in the half-light. “It’s okay,” he tells you just as softly. Gently, he pulls you a little closer, heaving a loud, obnoxious sigh. “I get it, he’s just so dummy thick. How could anyone resist that?”

Trying not to laugh, you weakly slap at his bare chest, but Kuroo just grabs your hand and smoothly laces his fingers with yours. “Stop,” you whine, tucking your flushed face against his shoulder. Warm lips press against your knuckles, and you can feel him trying not to laugh underneath you.

“Am I not thick enough for you, kitten?” he continues, voice dripping with faux hurt. You roll your eyes, peeking up at him only to find a pout on his lips. At your silence, Kuroo props himself up on his elbow so that he can look at you. “Damn, maybe Bokuto’s right, I shouldn’t skip leg day tomorrow. Shit, maybe I should go right now—”

He moves to get off the bed and you groan, unamused. “Tetsu.” You catch his hand before he can go far, and he lets you pull him down on top of you. “Stop teasing me.”

“You love it,” he murmurs, pressing a sloppy kiss against your cheek. “You know, maybe Yukie should compliment my thighs more. You’re pretty hot when you’re jealous.” His lips move to your neck, and you try not to roll your eyes again. As if he didn’t just fuck the hell out of you because he was jealous. Before you get the chance, Kuroo leans back to look at you. His knuckles slide against your cheek. “You okay? Need anything.” You shake your head and he kisses your cheek. “That’s my good girl.” He’s quiet for a minute. “You know I’m yours, right?”

Heart clenching in your chest, you murmur an affirmative.

“Good.”

As he settles back down, you let him cover you like a clingy, weighted blanket, his touch comforting as he wraps himself around you.

The sweet moment ends abruptly. The apartment door opens and closes loudly, a warning that your roommates are home. It’s quiet for a moment, but then Akaashi’s loud “son of a bitch!” when he sees your clothes on the floor makes your eyes fly open.

As if he can tell what you’re thinking, Kuroo pauses.

There’s a predatory glint in his eyes when he glances up at you. Kuroo grins against the inside of your thigh, watching you with catlike interest as you take a slow, shuddering breath beneath him. The way his mouth wanders over your soft skin is almost lazy. Bored. But there’s a flicker of something unmistakably hungry in his expression when you whisper a whiny version of his name. He’s toying with you. Teasing you as he follows the hem of your thigh-highs with his lips, hot breath fanning over your sensitive skin.

His thumb strokes back and forth across the underside of your thigh as he hooks your leg further over his shoulder. The feel of his calloused fingers on your skin makes your legs clench around his head, but he pries them apart easily, chuckling as you moan under his rough touch.

It’s dirty, looking at him between your legs, watching as he kisses across your thigh. The way the soft fabric of your sock brushes against his cheek is almost innocent, but the wicked gleam in his eyes is anything but. The pair of cartoonish cats staring back at you on either side of his head only makes it worse. It’s absolutely sinful. And he revels in it.

“Tetsu,” you whimper, arching your back off the couch as he nips at you. Your heels dig into his back, but that only encourages him to dig his teeth into you harder. This time, you cry out louder, eyes squeezing shut at the intoxicating mixture of pleasure pain, and Kuroo’s smug satisfaction only grows with every gasp and moan that slips from your pretty mouth. “Please.”

Your fingers fly to the back of his head, fisting at his hair, and Kuroo breathes an amused sound as he releases you. There are teeth marks nettled on your thigh. You’re sure they’ll bruise later, leaving a tender spot that you’ll feel for days, but for now you just sigh as he presses a soft kiss to the spot he marked.

It would be sweet, if you couldn’t feel him grinning.

“Is this what you wanted?” Kuroo questions, tone mocking. He looks up at you from between your legs again. “You come out here in these,” slipping a finger beneath the edge of your stocking, Kuroo pulls the fabric only to let it snap back against your skin, and you jolt, “dressed like a naughty little slut. Trying to tease me.” He drags his teeth across your thigh. “Come on, kitten, you should know better than that.”

Groaning as you pull his hair, Kuroo mouths at you again. His tongue dips out to tease you, a slow lick across your skin. The cold air he blows against you makes you shiver. Content to keep making you squirm, he latches onto a spot a little higher on your leg, just above where he bit you before.

As he sucks a bruise onto your thigh and listens to you whimper, Kuroo is barely able to muffle another groan of his own. Each tremble and shudder of your legs around his head makes his cock twitch.

You had to know, he thinks. You had to know exactly what these cute little thigh-highs would do to him. He’s always been crazy about your thighs—your legs, your ass, anything he can get his hands on—and he’s not embarrassed to admit how badly those socks have him wanting to bend you over and fuck your tight pussy until you’re screaming for him. But, no, that would be too easy. He can’t give you exactly what you want when you’ve been so naughty.

He’s going to make you beg first.

You arch off the couch, gasping, “You like it,” as he trails warm, wet kisses all the way to the edge of your panties. He digs his teeth into you again, slapping the outside of your thigh as a warning. “Tetsu,” you mewl, trying to roll your hips against his mouth, only for him to force you back down. “Please. I need—” you cut off with a soundless cry when he brushes his finger against the front of your panties.

“Shit, you’re wet,” Kuroo murmurs, pressing his thumb against your clit over the damp fabric between your legs. Your thighs squeeze around his head, muscles twitching as he rubs your sensitive nerves in agonizingly slow circles. The heat of his breath fans across your damp slit, and he chuckles when you yank at his hair and dig your heels into his back, desperately trying to pull him closer, much to his amusement. “I’ve barely even touched you yet. Do you want my cock that bad? My mouth?”

You shudder hard beneath him, whining. He smirks. Another sweet kiss is pressed against the inside of your leg. “Fuck,” he groans, slapping your thigh before resuming his ironclad grip on you. “Look at you, such a needy slut.” He shoves your panties to the side, revealing your dripping cunt. Your thighs start to clench as his breath fans over your slick folds. “Good enough to eat,” he teases you, glancing at you.

A pathetic mewl of his name is all you manage to say, anticipation making it difficult to think, let alone speak. The relentless way he teased you has you desperate for him to touch you, taste you, make you sob around his cock as he fucks you. But you’re too tongue-tied to say it.

“I bet that’s what you want,” he continues, tracing your slit with the pad of his thumb. Clear fluid sticks to his skin, and you shiver as he draws his thumb around your clit in lazy circles. His touch is too light to give you any real satisfaction. “You want me to eat you out?” Kuroo asks you, pressing down a little harder. “Make you cum all over my tongue before I fuck that tight pussy with my cock?” He laughs as you whimper. “Greedy little whore. You just can’t wait to get stuffed full of my cum, can you?”

Kuroo looks at you like he wants to devour you. Ruin you. And you’re going to let him. Ever since you walked into the room, it’s been nothing but a game of cat and mouse that you never had a chance of winning. He’s been batting you around, playing with you like you’re a cute toy he can’t wait to break.

There was just something about those cute little socks of yours. Those adorable, cartoon cats printed across your thighs. Or maybe it was the way you looked at him. So innocent, playing coy like you didn’t know exactly what you were doing to him.

Suddenly, your clit is pinched between two of his fingers.

You moan, thighs clenching tighter around his head as you yank at his hair. “Tetsu,” you gasp over his own throaty moan. “Tetsu, please, I need you. I—uh.” He pinches your clit again, rolling it between his fingers. “Oh, god. Please.”

“That’s it, kitten,” he murmurs against your thigh, pulling his fingers away, “beg for it.” He takes your clit between his lips and sucks.

A high-pitched, breathy squeal tears from your throat as his wet mouth envelops you, his tongue teasing you with wet kitten-licks that have you squirming. Kuroo grunts as you pull his hair a little too hard, the sound vibrating against your cunt as he continues to lick and suck at your slick skin, lapping at your folds and teasing you with the tip of his tongue.

You toss your head back against the couch as he eats you out. Through half-lidded eyes, you watch him work between your legs. The sloppy, wet sounds of his tongue fucking you make you tremble. He’s holding you open easily, ravishing you, and he almost moans as he swipes his tongue across your cunt.

Kuroo pulls his gaze away from your pussy to look at you, and it’s downright sinful when he drags his tongue across his bottom lip, licking away your arousal. “Fuck, you taste good,” he groans, forcing your hips back down as you try to arch against him. “So fucking wet for me.”

That’s the only thing he says before diving back into you.

“Tetsu,” you shriek, tears welling in your eyes as he grinds his tongue against your clit in a way that steals your breath, the slick muscle moving against you roughly. You shudder, struggling to keep your eyes open as pleasure rapidly builds between your thighs.

Kuroo knows just how to make you fall apart around him, every trick to have you cumming hard and fast. And he knows just how to take it away.

The coil in your stomach is already wound tight from his relentless teasing, your nerves frayed and your breath coming out in pathetic gasps and whimpers. Every sound has Kuroo’s cock twitching painfully, but he resists the urge to grind down against the couch to relieve the ache. No, he has to teach you a lesson first. One you won’t forget.

And the signs are there. You’re clawing at him, hips stuttering as you try to grind against his mouth. High-pitched sounds keep falling from your pretty mouth, but you’re too far gone for him to make out anything beyond mindless pleas and swears. It’s his name on your tongue that sounds the sweetest.

You’re close. You’re so close that it almost hurts. The coil in your gut is wound tight, knot so close to unraveling. Your thighs are quivering around his head, your inner walls threatening to clench around nothing.

And just as the pleasure starts to be too much, Kuroo tears his mouth and sinfully talented tongue away from your aching clit.

The lack of sensation has you crying out, your building orgasm ripped away from you just like that.

Teeth dig into the side of your thigh, biting down hard enough to leave behind a mark. “Did you think you could tease me and I wouldn’t punish you for it?” Kuroo sneers, landing a harsh slap against your thigh before reaching around to grab your ass. “No, no, no, kitten, you should know better than that. You know better than to try and tease me.” The next swipe of his tongue across your clit almost makes you sob.

He leaves you like that, teetering just on the edge, waiting for you to come down only to lave attention to your sensitive clit. You’re panting under him, trying so hard to rock your hips against his mouth, but he’s stronger than you, muscled arms keeping you pinned to the couch even as you whimper. Weakly, you tug at his hair again, and Kuroo chuckles. His gaze is dark and predatory as he looks down at you.

“If you wanna cum this time, you better beg like the slut you are.” He grazes you with his teeth. Then, he leans in, hot breath fanning over your dripping pussy just to make you squirm. “You can do that, can’t you?” Kuroo doesn’t give you a chance to respond. You’ve barely caught your breath before he’s back between your legs, eating you out like he’s starving.

You’re wetter than before, and he’s sloppier, making a filthy mess of you. His tongue is hot against you clit, swirling in tight circles that leave you lightheaded, and then he switches to lapping at your cunt. Kuroo is rough with you, relentlessly eating you out despite the slow building ache in his jaw. Nothing can pull him from your sweet taste when he gets like this.

“Come on, kitten,” he chastises, squeezing your thighs. “You can do so much better than that. Fucking beg me to let you cum.”

As his tongue returns to teasing your clit, your heels dig into his lower back, yanking him even closer. His hair is soft between your fingers, his naturally messy look further ruined by your gripping and pulling. Your fingernails drag across his scalp, and he groans. The sound vibrates against you. By now, your eyes are squeezed shut, your lips parted as you pant and cry out beneath him.

You’ve started begging for real this time, nonsense slurred from your mouth as you tell him how good he makes you feel, how desperate you are for his cock. Neither of you pay attention to the words, it’s the sweet sound of your voice that makes Kuroo damn near growl against your sloppy, wet cunt.

He releases his grip on one of your legs, and then his hand is between your legs, his fingers tracing your slit. Below him, you tense expectantly, breath hitching. For once, he doesn’t tease you, giving you exactly what you want as two of his fingers thrust inside your slick pussy.

Kuroo’s fingers are long and thick, bigger and better than your own, and the pleasant burn as he stretches you out makes you whimper. Expertly, he curls his digits, easily finding the sweet spot along the top of your wet walls that make you writhe and cry out for him. More tears well in your eyes, the pleasure bordering on too much, too fast, but fuck if it isn’t exactly what you want right now.

Hazel eyes stare up at you from between your legs, Kuroo watching each minute shift in your expression, from the way your lips part when he spreads his fingers, to the subtle furrow of your brow when he flicks the tip of his tongue against your clit. Every detail is filed away, branded into his mind.

Pleasure coils into a tight little ball in your stomach, liquid arousal shooting through your veins with every talented swipe of his tongue and rough thrust of his fingers. You bite your lip in a feeble attempt to stifle a moan. Your panting is loud, but the wet sound of his fingers and tongue against your pussy is louder, and it would be embarrassing if you weren’t so on edge already.

Alternating between curling and spreading his fingers, Kuroo pace is fast and rough, determined to drag you right back to the edge he had you on only moments ago. He sucks on your clit, laps at it, and then he grazes you with his teeth until you’re whimpering and squirming against the couch.

By now that familiar knot in your stomach is so tight that it hurts. Kuroo has you exactly where he wants you, so, so close to cumming, but before you can lose yourself in the sensations, give into the pleasure, his fingers still inside you. Kuroo pulls his lips and tongue from your sensitive clit long enough to edge you again. This time, the tears building in the corners of your eyes spill over and slide down your cheeks.

“Tetsu,” his name leaves your lips in a breathless whimper.

“Was that cruel, kitten?” he asks mockingly, voice dripping with fake sympathy. The cuff of your sock snaps against your thigh, the stinging slap sending jolts of arousal straight to your clit. “I bet you wanna cum so badly, don’t you?” He kisses your thigh. “Well, that’s too fucking bad.”

The flat of Kuroo’s tongue drags over your clit before he takes it between his lips again. A soundless cry leaves your mouth at the sensation, your eyes squeezing shut tightly as his fingers resume their fast pace. His tongue rolls over your swollen, puffy clit, toying with you. You’re practically chanting his name by now, sounds reduced to fractured pleas and nonsensical phrases that neither of you can make out. Sick pride bursts in his chest when he realizes he’s turned you into an absolute mess.

“You gonna cum on my tongue?” Kuroo murmurs as your thighs start to clench. “You better not. No, only good girls get to cum.” It’s a warning, low and throaty, and you know he’ll punish you again if you cum without permission, but you’re so far gone that you couldn’t hold back if you wanted to.

You want so badly to grind yourself against Kuroo’s mouth as his fingers reach a spot that makes your toes curl. “Tetsu,” you whine, weakly pulling his hair as his laughter vibrates against your clit. “Fuck, please, let me cum. Please. I can’t—”

The rest of your begging chokes off as Kuroo pinches your clit between his teeth. Something inside you snaps when he does that. The coil inside of you is wound tight, pleasure and pain blurring together as he practically drags you to the edge and lets you fall. You come apart underneath him, warmth bursting in your lower belly as you writhe against the couch. Your thighs clench around his head. Your fingers yank his hair. Pleasure overwhelms you and leaves you a whimpering mess, your entire body taut as your orgasm finally rips through you, making you cum hard on his fingers and tongue.

Kuroo’s fingers continue to thrust and curl inside of you, not giving you a moment to breathe as he draws out your orgasm, overstimulating you until it hurts.

“Tetsu,” you whine, trying to squirm away instead of towards him this time. He only pins you down harder, his fingers biting into your thigh hard enough to bruise. He swirls the tip of his tongue around your clit. “Fuck, Tetsu—” You try to tell him that you can’t, that it’s too much, but he doesn’t care.

“What’s wrong, kitten? I thought you wanted to cum?” he says, voice dripping with contempt. “You wanted it so fucking bad you came without permission. Naughty slut. So, why don’t you cum again?”

The rough, mocking tone of his voice followed by his lips wrapping around your clit and sucking is what throws you over a second time. He fucks you through it, pace slowing as your pussy flutters weakly around his fingers.

He pulls away from you slowly, peppering butterfly kisses across your thigh before allowing your legs to slide from their position over his shoulders. You wince, muscles cramped, and fall limp against the couch when he slides his fingers from your sensitive cunt. Through half-lidded eyes, you watch as Kuroo pops his fingers into his mouth to clean them.

You’re still breathless and shaking when Kuroo fists a hand in your hair and yanks you up against him. A squeal sticks in your throat. Your breathing hitches as he presses his lips against your ear.

“Did you really think we were done?” he coos, cupping the back of your neck. Your thighs squeeze together, your skin slick with sweat and spit. “Get up.”

You do as you’re told. Your legs tremble beneath you as you slide off the couch, and Kuroo grabs your thighs to steady you as you stand in front of him. His thumbs brush against your skin soothingly as he squeezes your thighs, his gaze flitting between your dripping cunt and your cum sliding down your thigh, inching closer and closer to the cuffs of your cute socks.

“Now be a good girl and strip for me,” Kuroo demands, hands sliding around to grope your ass.

The command hits you in the chest. Heat churns in your stomach as he drags his hands over your skin, and you wet your lips. You reach around your back to unclasp your bra, allowing the fabric to slide down your arms before you let it drop to the floor. Your panties follow, the soaked fabric shimmying down your hips and falling to your ankles. When you reach for the hem of one of your socks, Kuroo grabs your wrists and yanks them away.

“No, no, no,” he chastises you, standing up and backing you away from the couch, “those stay on, kitten.” You let him pull you to the side of the couch, the arm pressed against the back of your thighs. “Did you think you could come in here with these,” he squeezes your upper thighs, “on display with those fucking socks and I wouldn’t fuck you in them?” The implication makes your breath catch. Kuroo’s big hands grab your naked hips, his covered cock grinding against your thigh. “Isn’t that exactly what you wanted? Don’t be shy now, kitten.”

You almost want to lie. Deny it. But all you do is nod, unable to speak.

His hands slide up your sides until he’s clutching your waist. “Good,” he breathes. “Now bend over right fucking now.”

When you don’t comply fast enough, surprised at the demand, Kuroo yanks you around himself, bending you over the arm of the couch. He slaps your ass hard, causing you to cry out. Kuroo spanks you a second time, lower on your thigh, and you squeeze your thighs together to keep from dripping on the couch. Prepared for a third, you’re surprised when he spreads you apart from behind instead.

Kuroo’s thick cock slides between your thighs, hard and dripping with pre-cum as he grinds against your wet cunt. Your legs shake as the head of his cock rubs against your clit, still so sensitive from his earlier abuse.

He rocks against you slowly, groaning low in his throat as your thighs swallow him up. “I could just fuck you like this,” Kuroo muses, thrusting against you. “Cum all over your thighs for being so naughty, but where’s the fun in that?” One of his hands slides up the center of your back until he’s grabbing your throat and forcing your head down harder against the couch. Your back is arched for him beautifully, and he nearly groans again at the sight. “I’m going to stuff you full of my cum, kitten.”

That’s the only warning you get before he shifts his hips and ruts against you. You moan as his cock shoves deep inside you, your walls clenching around him weakly as he stretches you out. Between his fingers and the orgasms, he’s softened you up for him, but the position he has you in, bent over like this, makes him feel so, so big inside you.

He grunts. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

Kuroo fucks you hard. There’s no slow climb or adjustment as his hips pound against your ass, driving down against the couch with each rough thrust against your wet cunt. Still sensitive from before, you can only whimper his name as he fucks you. The fingers wrapped around your throat squeeze tightly enough to steal your breath, and your pussy clenches around him.

The wet sound of his cock splitting you open with each brutal thrust makes you shiver. Kuroo pulls on your socks to let the fabric slap against you skin, each soft snap sending a jolt of pleasure right to your swollen clit.

“So fucking wet.” Kuroo grabs your ass, panting as he watches your pussy swallow him with every thrust. He’s not going to last long. Not after teasing you, tasting you. Not with those fucking socks making your thighs look so fucking good. He squeezes your throat, choking you, and relishes the way you whimper around his name. “Such a good girl,” he praises you.

Bent over like this, the couch brushes against your puffy clit with every roll of his hips against yours, the stimulation making you squirm. It’s too much. He’s going to make you cum again if he keeps fucking you like this.

“Look at you, taking it like such a good girl, kitten,” Kuroo continues, loosening his grip on your hip. “My good little pet,” he spits, thrusting his cock deep inside you, slapping your ass hard. Your pussy clenches around him, a choked sound coming from your mouth as your body trembles beneath him. His laughter reverberates though you. “Fuck, you really are a little slut, aren’t you? Taking your master’s cock just like that.”

Kuroo slides his arm around your hips to rub your puffy clit with two fingers.

You sob as another wave of pleasure shudders through you. Hips jerking against his, you twitch and moan as he plays with your clit, determined to wring one more orgasm out of your spent body before he’s done. “Tetsu,” you whimper, eyes squeezed shut as he continues to fuck you into the couch.

The call of his name makes his hand tighten around your throat. He rubs your clit harder, faster, pinching down on your puffy nerve until you’re shaking even harder.

Kuroo swears as your pussy clenches around him, squeezing him tighter with every rough thrust against your dripping cunt. Sweat drips down the side of his face as he pants. Kuroo squeezes his eyes shut, focusing on the slick, filthy sound of his cock pounding inside you and the breathy sounds you’re making, too exhausted to do more than whimper and gasp under him.

Hiking your hips up higher, Kuroo adjusts you for a better angle, forcing your face down harder against the couch as you stretch onto your toes. By now, your tears are soaking into the couch, your sounds muffled by the fabric.

“You like that, kitten?” he asks you, rough fingers rolling over your clit in fast circles. “You like taking your master’s cock?” You must nod, because Kuroo breathes a laugh as he shoves his cock inside you. “Be a good little pet and cum for me again.”

He pinches your clit and the tight coil in your stomach snaps. Your third orgasm tears through you, white-hot and so, so good. It steals the breath from your lungs, and your hips jerk back against Kuroo’s cock so hard that he chokes on a moan. You only whimper as you spasm around him.

Kuroo fucks you through it, his steady rhythm giving away to frantic rolls of his hips as he chases his own release, thrusting against you even after you become boneless beneath him. His fingers slow against your clit, but don’t stop, and the aftershocks that jolt through you are more painful than pleasurable this time, drawing out your orgasm until you can barely stand it.

With a loud, “fuck” Kuroo shoves his cock as deep inside of you as he can reach, moaning as he cums inside of your throbbing cunt. Hot, thick fluid fills you up, your pussy still fluttering around him sporadically as he rocks against you. You’re both panting as he pulls out, and you wince as you feel his cum start to drip from you.

You sag against the couch. Kuroo’s tight grip loosens around your throat, and you sigh as he leans over you, lips pressing sweet kisses across the back of your shoulder as he rubs your hips.

Bonus:

“I can’t believe cat socks turned you on that much,” you murmur sleepily, curling against his side as Kuroo kisses your temple. “I thought you’d laugh.”

Kuroo cracks open an eye to look at you on his chest, fingers still kneading your tense inner thighs until you soften beneath his skilled hands. It took a while for him to coax you off the couch and into bed with him, your legs wobbly and your body sore from how rough he was. He’s been nothing but gentle with you since, kissing you sweetly as he cleaned you up and murmuring soothing praise against your ear.

“Thigh-highs are sexy,” he tells you, hand drifting down to tug on one of the cat ears on your socks, which he still hasn’t let you take off.

You snort, breath fanning over his neck. “They have cartoon cats on them.”

He pinches your thigh just hard enough to make you squeak. “Don’t act all innocent,” he says, rolling his eyes. “If you didn’t want me to fuck you in them, you shouldn’t have worn them.”

Weakly, you smack his chest. “Horny bastard,” you grumble, pouting because he’s right. He gave you exactly what you wanted and then some, so you really can’t complain.

“That’s rude kitten,” he chastises. “And you were being such a good pet for your master earlier. Do I need to punish you again?” His lips curl into a naughty grin, his fingers already creeping across your thigh.

He shrugs with one shoulder, casually ignoring your friends arguing behind him. “We heard you might need help moving boxes later,” is all he tells you.

“Hopefully,” you tell him. “And thanks. The main reason I invited Kuroo was for the muscle anyway.” A muffled sound of protest comes from off to Kai’s left, but you know Kuroo is secretly preening from the pseudo compliment.

Kai only nods, smiling again. “We’ll be there as soon as we can. It shouldn’t take us more than twenty minutes.”

Before you can respond, Yaku shoves himself under Kai’s arm to pin you with a firm look. “If he tries anything, go for his—”

“Give me that!” The phone is plucked out of Kai’s hands and suddenly you’re staring at Kuroo again. He glares down at Yaku, eyes rolling, before he turns his attention to you. “Twenty minutes,” he tells you firmly.

“I’ll hold you to that,” you say, quickening your steps. Pulling your gaze from Kuroo’s, you glance up at a street sign and wrinkle your nose when you realize how close you are to meeting your new potential roommate. “You promise he’s not weird, right?” you ask suddenly, looking at your phone in time to see his brows furrow. “Because so help me, Kuroo, if you’re letting me move in with some creep, I’ll never forgive you.”

The only reason you even agreed to maybe move in with a complete stranger is because he’s a friend of Kuroo’s. Apparently, they’ve known each other since high school during their volleyball days, but you’ve never had a chance to meet before now. With his friend having an empty room and you being in desperate need of a new place to stay, Kuroo’s suggestion only made sense. And you trust his judgement. Usually.

The look Kuroo sends you is nothing short of offended. He presses his hand to his chest like you’ve wounded him, and you roll your eyes at his theatrics. Despite that, Kuroo is serious when he responds. “Do you think I would let you move in with someone I didn’t trust?” When you shake your head, he continues. “Akaashi doesn’t bite. I promise.” He grins. “Unless you’re into that.”

You make a face. “I’m hanging up now.”

He cackles. “We’ll be there soon. Be safe.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you wave him off, glancing up at another sign, “just get your ass over here.” Yaku and Kai call out their own goodbyes before you end the call, your smile lingering as you shove your phone into your back pocket, still struggling with the box you’re carrying.

Of course, that’s the moment your morning goes from bad to worse.

You’re so busy working your phone into your pocket with one hand and juggling a box with the other that you don’t see the man hurrying towards you, also not paying attention to his surroundings.

You shoulder collides with his. You stumble. The box starts to slip from your grasp. “Shit,” you hiss, flinching as hot coffee splashes down the front of your shirt. It isn’t hot enough to hurt, thankfully, but it’s bound to leave a nasty, uncomfortably wet stain on your chest for the rest of the day. Perfect. That’s exactly what you needed five minutes before you’re supposed to meet your new roommate for the first time. So much for a good first impression.

The man who bumped into you grunts in surprise. He stumbles back as your eyes snap up, and you note with the smallest hint of smug satisfaction that there’s an equally dark spot staining his crisp, white button-up.

Dark blue eyes flicker up to meet yours, wide in alarm.

In any other situation, you might have taken a moment to appreciate the sharp angle of his jaw, or his stupidly pretty face, but right now you’re nervous, stressed, and wet, so all you do is glare and snap, “Watch where you’re going.” His lips part, but you’re already storming past him, mumbling “asshole” under your breath.

You’re already halfway down the street before he regains his bearings; you don’t notice his eyes following you until you disappear.

…

Fuck me, is the first thought that comes to your mind when you find yourself standing in front of your potential roommate’s apartment. There’s a post-it note stuck to the front door, telling you and Kuroo to let yourselves in because your new roommate had an errand to run, but would be back soon. This, of course, wouldn’t be a problem if Kuroo wasn’t late and wasn’t the one with a key to said apartment.

You aren’t sure what’s worse: having to stand here for the next however many minutes like an idiot until Kuroo arrives, or his friend coming home first and having to deal with that conversation without your moral support. Neither option is particularly appealing, but you’re staring to get odd looks from the neighbors and it’s really fucking hot outside, so you’d take the awkward conversation over waiting.

A brief text to Kuroo informs you that they just got off the subway, but should be here soon. You shift your weight from one foot to the next, biting your lip as you continue weighing your options.

Eventually you just say fuck it and slide one of the bobby-pins from your hair. No one has to know.

Unfortunately, picking a lock isn’t nearly as easy as you’ve been led to believe.

“Seriously?” you grumble, jiggling the doorknob and squinting at the pin you have jammed into the lock. Maybe this was a bad idea. Now you definitely look like a creep.

“Need any help with that?”

You lurch away from the door with a yelp. The bobby-pin falls out of your hand and clatters to the floor, only incriminating you further. Whirling around, your expression becomes one of horror when you meet a pair of questioning eyes.

Oh shit, he’s hot, is your first thought, your breath catching when you lock eyes with the most gorgeous man you’ve even seen in your life. Messy dark hair. Deep blue eyes. A sharp jaw. All lean muscle. Oh, yeah. Definitely a former athlete. Your eyes wander down to his chest where the top buttons of his dress-shirt are undone. You glance at his collarbone before moving lower, freezing.

Your second thought is, oh shit, I spilled coffee on this guy and called him an asshole. The stain on his shirt matches yours perfectly, and wow, okay, today really couldn’t have gotten any worse, could it? Not only is your new potential roommate hot as sin, but you’ve already made a complete ass of yourself in front of him, the breaking and entering aside.

He clears his throat, staring at you expectantly; you blush, face burning as you realize you’ve been gaping at him openly.

“This isn’t what it looks like,” you blurt, like an idiot. It’s exactly what it looks like. The way his right eyebrow quirks upwards tells you he isn’t fooled, and you’re surprised when he doesn’t call you out on the lie.

“You must be Kuroo’s friend,” he says instead, observing you carefully. The, admittedly correct, assumption makes you more embarrassed, if possible. You aren’t sure what the assumption says about you, or Kuroo for that matter, but right now you kind of just want to lie down on the floor and die a little bit.

You wet your lips, trying not to squirm under his intense gaze. It’s analytical, but not calculating, and your breathing hitches as he continues to stare. “I… yeah.”

It comes as a surprise when he only nods, eyes snapping away from you as he digs his keys out of his pocket. You step aside quickly as he steps up to the door, his arm brushing up against yours. You stiffen, but he doesn’t shy away from the contact. “Sorry to make you wait,” he says, pulling the post-it note off the door and turning towards the lock.

“It’s fine.” You grab your discarded box off the ground, holding it to your chest as he opens the door and gestures for you to walk inside. Your smile feels forced as you comply. With your head ducked towards your chest and your eyes on the floor, you don’t notice the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You should apologize, right? Yeah, you should totally apologize for spilling coffee on him and yelling at him in the middle of the street.

He follows you inside and shuts the door, meeting your eyes as you spin around to look at him. “I’m really sorry about—”

But he’s already shaking his head. “I wasn’t watching either,” he tells you, ending your apology before it can start. “Akaashi Keiji,” he says, holding out his hand for you to shake, like a normal person.

You tell him your name, trying not to shiver at the way his fingers wrap around yours. Fuck, his hands are big. Like, really big. And warm. You definitely wouldn’t mind having them wrapped around your—moving on.