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Bokuto/Kuroo/S/O Poly:

It was never a plan, the three of you. It’d never been decided by one or the other, or the other. It just happened. One moment the three of you were hanging out, watching some cheesy movies, playing some terrible games…

… Then the next you’re squeezed between two hard bodies, their names falling from your lips, both their hips ramming against your much forgiving skin.

Afterward, the three of you, laying side by side, staring up at the ceiling of your bedroom - wondering how you’d gotten there, how’d they’d gotten there.

Kuroo wanted to blame the alcohol, saying the three of you were impaired.

But none of you had had anything to drink.

Bokuto wanted to point fingers at his libido, Kuroo’s libido, saying they were far too horny to be around someone as gorgeous and beautiful as you at such a late hour.

But you’d been the one to kiss them.

You knew what it was. Just friends gaining the benefit of a sexual relationship. Nothing too bad. You reasoned that a lot of people had this feeling about their friends. You were sure you’d had this feeling about some of you girl friends and boy friends while still in high school, wondering what it’d be like to just have them for a night. That’s what had happened between you, Bokuto, and Kuroo. Just a single night. Nothing more.

Only, it bloomed into something more.

Soon enough, ‘hump days’ became a thing of your life…. Their lives… Almost every Wednesday were you on top of one with the other behind, under one with the other under you, pressed between both of them, or even off to the side and enjoying them touching each other.

They never stayed long afterwards. You didn’t really want them to, either. It was awkward enough dozing in the afterglow of group sex without them trying to excuse their behavior or explain why they were rough or why they’d done the actions they had. Bokuto usually stayed a little longer than Kuroo. His large figure taking up the entirety of your fridge while he looked for something to eat - something to fill the fuel he’d just expended on you and his best friend. It was odd - having Bokuto around without Kuroo. Sometimes Kuroo would insist he stay a little longer than Bokuto, he’d put in a movie and ask you to watch it with him. His long legs stretched out over the coffee table in front of the couch.

You were grateful whenever the door closed on the last one out. Needing your peace, you wanted to be able to think through what you’d just done with your close friends. What they’d done with you. Instead of feeling grossed out by your actions, instead of feeling as if you probably needed therapy for what you’d done….

It felt right.

And while your Wednesday nights, and sometimes the weekend, were filled with their insatiable lust for you, for each other, your days were relatively normal. With them. Walking around Tokyo, window shopping for things you’d need for your apartment. Things they wanted for their apartments. It was normal. As if the three of you weren’t sweating over the other during the night. As if the three of you were absolutely nothing more than friends.

“I’ve been feeling kind of funny.”

Bokuto had been the one to pipe up about his feelings. It wasn’t anything new. Bokuto was always first to relate things to his heart. “You always feel funny, Bo… You look it, too.” Kuroo was quick to his draw, smirking over at Bokuto when the broad man let out a whine to rival a school girl.

The subject was dropped, quickly morphed into something of teasing and joking around - who looked funnier than the other. You joined in the amusement, though your mind was riddled with confusion over Bokuto’s words. ‘Feeling funny’ wasn’t far off from what you’d been feeling. Though, you chose to ignore what was happening in your chest in favor of what was happening to your body - what they would physically make you feel; Euphoria.

That night, Kuroo left a little more reluctantly, glancing at you and Bokuto from the corner of his eye, as if he were waiting for one of you to beg him back to bed. Ask him to spend the night. Bokuto had fallen asleep almost right afterwards, his head resting comfortably on your chest, his breath fanning across and tickling your now cooling skin. You weren’t used to having one of them spend the night. And you didn’t call out to Kuroo to have him come back to you.

You let him walk out of the apartment, choosing to stay silent for Bokuto’s benefit.

“So are we allowed to spend the night now?” Kuroo had brought up two days later, while the two of you were studying in the library for a Chemistry exam coming around the corner. The shock of the question had caused you to drop your pen onto the table, the light tap of it’s connection being the only noise emitted from your stillness. The lanky man raised an eyebrow at you, a small smirk pulling his lips, “You let Bokuto spend the night, right? When’s my turn?”

Clearing your throat, “Kuroo-“

“_______…” First name. That was different. His smirk remained, “We’ve slept together…. Just call me Tetsurou…. Or Tetsu.” A wink, and a soft blush was warming your cheeks.

Now you sighed, giving him a warning of a look, “Tetsurou…” The name felt odd - you weren’t used to saying his first name… but it felt right. It resonated with your heart, making it pick up speed and making your blush just a tad darker on your cheeks. Kuroo liked the color on you. “Boku-…” You cleared your throat again, “Koutarou didn’t spend the whole night. He woke up a couple of hours after you left, got his stuff, and left.”

He knew. Bokuto had told him. Had gone into great detail of how soft your chest was, how warm you felt against his body, your fingers stroking through his hair and leaving goosebumps on his back wherever you touched. Kuroo hadn’t thought anything of spending the night until after Bokuto’s retelling of the bliss he’d felt. Then Kuroo had grown jealous. Why had Bokuto been able to get some rest with you while he was out in the cold of Tokyo, on his way to an empty apartment? “Why aren’t we allowed to spend the night, then?”

You rolled your eyes, “Quit being a baby, Tetsurou… This was just for fun. It’s not a relationship.”

Kuroo chuckled, “It doesn’t have to be for friends to have sleepovers.”

After much bickering from your side, you were powerless. They’d won.

And now here you were, your arms wrapped around Bokuto’s bare shoulders while he rested his head on your chest, his arms squeezing your waist. He was lightly snoring. His eyes flickering behind his lids, black eyelashes casting shadows against the tops of his cheeks. Bokuto looked peaceful. As if he’d never had a more restful night before this. It gave you a soft warmth of pride, knowing you could give the ever trying ace of your university some sort of reprieve for his hardships. You felt a pressure around your shoulders, feeling Bokuto hum against your shoulder from the pressure against his back pressing him further into you, and you turned your head upward to see Kuroo fast asleep, his right arm under the pillow pushing it against his face, giving his hair an odd press. His other arm was thrown out around you and Bokuto, his hand pressing against Bokuto’s back to pull you two closer to his chest. He didn’t snore, thankfully, but he talked in his sleep. Mumbling your name. Bokuto’s name. And other things that you couldn’t quite make out.

But you couldn’t sleep. You lay there in the darkness of your room, having seen the lights of the early moon fade away behind your blinds, throwing your room into a deep darkness you’d never seen before. But you weren’t scared. Nor were you worried. Or concerned.

You felt… a peace. As if this predicament, this posture, this position between your two friends, your lovers, was completely natural. As natural as breathing. As natural as your heart beating twenty times faster whenever Bokuto laughed or when Kuroo genuinely smiled. And while you felt at peace, your eyes couldn’t stop the tears filling them to the brim, couldn’t stop them from rolling down your cheeks and into the pillow under your head.

You were scared. Of the future. Of what this kind of feeling meant for the three of you. For you. For Kuroo. For Bokuto.  Suddenly you were reminded of Bokuto’s uneasy feelings the other day, and now you could relate to his voicing of those feelings. It wasn’t a ‘funny’ kind of feeling, as he’d put it, but for you it was more… conflicted. Worrisome.

What would you do come morning light? Hold your lovers ever closer, not wanting them to get out of bed, propose the idea of the three of you forming a relationship?

Or would you push them away? Figure out your feelings, understand why you were feeling what you were, and ultimately put a stop to whatever forming bond the three of you had started that one night many months ago?