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every comment would push him closer, even if his main goal was simply pleasing you.

"a-ahh," you cried, pressing your thighs against his cheeks. "think s-someone likes praise."

"nonsense, i don't – ah – need to be told i'm good..." he beamed, his ears now a bright red.

"mmm.. you're so good for me.."

his smile faltered as he rested his head on your stomach, trying to meet your gaze but failing.

you knew kyojuro got flustered. any romantic gesture brought blush to his cheeks – flowers, cards, hugs; you name it.

but you'd never seen him like tonight.

two of his fingers met your soaked folds before he pressed them inward. the extra warmth made you jolt – hands running hot even while being gentle.

"k-kyo!" you whined, tilting your head back in pleasure. "more! nghh – your fingers feel s-so.."

"so what?" he practically begged, eyes widening as he realized how close you were, pace quickening.

he begged with his whole body. position, fingers, the way he sped up with every compliment and sweet nothing.

his rhythm stuttered before you could even form the words.

there was no hiding it at this point; every action pointed to your words being the absolute ruin of kyojuro.

"t-they make me feel so full!"

a deep groan escaped his lips as he hid his face in your side, curving his fingers deeper while desperately peppering kisses along your hip.

"do they really, baby?" his voice cracked as he finally spoke, lips caught in his teeth as his hands stalled.

you nodded, biting into your own hand in some desperate attempt to compose yourself.

"i shouldn't need this.." he muttered, lifting his head to watch you, absolutely drunk on the lewd noises you made. loud squelching noises filled the silence and utter need that clouded the room.

"c-can you say it again?"

"hmm?"

"nevermind.. i should just focus on you.." he answered, mesmerized at the way you clenched around his fingers.

"no, tell me..," you commanded, his face now in a tighter grip.

his eyes darted back and forth from his fingers up to your gaze.

"that i'm doing a good job.." he tensed, body seeming to fight the way he wanted to give in.

a smile spread across your lips. "mmm," you giggled. "tell me exactly what you want me to say, baby."

he grumbled, embarrassed now as his chin rested on your hip. "that i'm your good boy."

his eyes drifted everywhere – lips, breasts, stomach, but he still seemed to shift at your stare.

you raised a brow.

would he really give up?

"say that i make you feel the best.. something, please!" he pled, pressing his cheeks into the grip you had on him.

"i really don't mind what you say... just let me make you feel good..." he sighed, a soft smile forming.

"please.. am i your good boy?"

"i'd let her ruin my life fr. kuroo you lucky man..." a comment read.

"he better never fumble, cause i too would be in her dms that same night, can't believe tsukki ended up with his leftovers," another said. "must be more to pass around then."

he'd clench his jaw, narrow his eyes, and focus in on the game before getting downed.

you were his weak spot and everyone could tell.

"you good?" kuroo chuckled through his headset.

tsukki swallowed, looking between the chat and you, who was sitting upright in bed, watching movies, completely and blissfully unaware of how you were viewed by over 2000 of your boyfriend's viewers.

you were visible, but it was nothing special. just a normal thursday night at your shared apartment.

silence.

"fuck," kenma sighed, the metal clanking of him taking his headset off in frustration, fully noticeable through the mic.

downed. again.

"get it together!" he hollered.

your eyes darted between your movie and your boyfriend.

his foot was tapping the floor viciously.

"could you shut the hell up?" he snapped.

"don't make it our problem that the chat fuckin wants your girlfriend." kuroo laughed, his phone lighting his face up in the camera.

your eyebrow raised as tsukki looked your direction again.

"kei..." you started.

"don't." he said, shaking his head.

his face was red now as he practically threw his headset off and he ran a hand through his hair.

"what's going on?" you pined, beginning to make your way over to the desk.

click.

click.

click.

and now you were only looking at the discord call. akaashi was struggling to light a candle, kenma's screen was blank, having just left to the kitchen, and kuroo still stared at his phone, smirking – obviously reading the messages.

tsukki's camera was off as he spun his chair to fully face you, looking up with a different feeling behind his eyes than usual.

anger? no. at least not directed at you.

angry with tsukki looks like him being louder. it follows silence. like when his computer crashed during an important brand meeting. he stood up, brushed a hand down his sweater before leaving the room and promptly yelling "fuck" into a throw pillow on the couch.

this was just full silence.

your hands met his biceps as he turned to avoid your touch.

"hey.." kuroo's voice now said into his headset.

"fuck off." tsukki said, eyes guiltily darting from his lips to your thighs.

your hand found the mouse before he could stop you.

click.

there it is – twitch.

and the chat. it was endless, line after line.

"tsukki doesn't even know what to do with all that??? hello????"

"she was notttt this quiet with kuroo. stg she was all over that man."

a low chuckle. damn guys!" kuroo said, eyes low as he slumped lower into his chair.

a smirk spread across his face as you turned the camera back on, scrolling through the comments.

"pretty girl in the chat," he laughed as you bent over to read the chat, chest and face in full view.

"oh shut up!" you snorted, finally a moment of peace within the filth that was twitch comments.

it wasn't a secret that kuroo was your ex. the five of you had gotten famous before you and tsukki got together. it was a mutual breakup, amicable even. you guys were really just friends with benefits anyway.

kuroo would facetime you late night and next thing you knew you were in his bed, face smashed into his pillow and a fist full of hair between his fingers. he'd purr about how pretty you sounded for him and how you take him so nice.

or how he fills you so good while pressing on your lower belly just for you to clench, sob, and cum. in that order.

desperate. embarrasingly so.

bless a screen and a wall being the barrier between you two right now, because god knows anything less would be a genuine content violation.

"damn, she really bitched you out your mouse, huh?" kuroo snickered.

"that wasn't necessary.." kenma muttered, clicking away at his own games.

tsukki's hands ran down his face. "kuroo, shut the fuck up before i lay you out in your own room and give you a reason to see the morgue."

"fuck y'all!" you groaned, closing out the game.

"would love to see you try,"

who was he responding to? you? tsukki?

"get your little boyfriend before i show him how you sound under me instead."

tsukki. definitely responding to tsukki.

"well. i'm logging out now guys.!" akaashi said, clicking that little red button faster than ever. kenma followed right after.

"good stream guys, see ya," kuroo beamed "gonna end before tsukki starts playing marvin's room."

stream ended.

"so do you just wake up every day and decide to terrorize me or is that after you jerk off to the idea of my girlfriend?" tsukki asked, slowly rising from his chair, unplugging his headphones, and starting for the door.

his hands met your spine as he gently moved you out the way.

"depends," he started. "i prefer using snapchat memories instead of ideas."

"kuroo!" you yelled, attempting to dissuade the conversation.

he'd always been a little too out of pocket. it was one of the things you both oved and hated about him. when you started dating tsukki, it had never occurred to you that his roommate was kuroo.

or that he even had roommates. you'd moved in four months into dating tsukki.

with kuroo, you were always sneaking out at the brink of dawn with sleep lingering in your eyes, the sky a greyish blue that only indicated mist and secrets.

but there's only so many secrets the night can hold before the day brings them to light.

jealousy was beneath tsukki until you. fighting a guy over a girl? absolutely ridiculous, especially someone that has seen him sleepily make cookies in the middle of the night - a best friend, really.

until he realized that same friend has a special talent of making your panties drop at the sound of his voice.

then the green-eyed monster didn't just loom in the dark, under shadows, or over shoulders. it was all-encompassing. it lingered under the same covers he occupied, slept in the same bed, under the same roof as everyone else.

and this was apparent. the way kuroo would come out his room when you came over, how he always had your favorite snack, or asked if there was anything he could do for the apartment's self-proclaimed "princess."

but all you heard when him and the boys called you that was how his hand gripped the back of your neck and you'd barely whimper a response.

"my pretty princess, if you're gonna be so loud at least tell me you're mine.. hm?"

just like that, the stream wasn't the only thing that went idle. your hand wandered aimlessly as you mindlessly drew circles on the screen. across the pictures of you and tsukki on his screensaver. and kuroo's face in the discord call until he turned his cam off.

"trust me, you don't wanna pick this fight." he huffed, seemingly unbothered.

"you think you have her just because of what? a few nights where you didn't even have the decency to let her wake up next to you?"

silence.

shit.

you were aware of how deeply they argued about the dynamic, but never to this extent. an ugly portion of you wanted to sit. to pretend you didn't hear them.

because what normal person gets the chance to see their ex and their boyfriend fight?

maybe you shouldn't watch challengers with tsukki this weekend. or ever.

"i'll give you one more chance, lover boy. go back with your girlfriend and get the fuck out my room," kuroo said, tension rising in his voice. a warning shot.

it wasn't the call you were hearing anymore. they were right behind tsukki's door.

your head snapped towards it. if you didn't act now, tsukki would never let you hear the end of it. he'd say you chose kuroo's side, that you were in love with him and always were. that he still had control even if you beg and swore he didn't.

but that's not true.

he was everything the situationship with kuroo lacked. stability, transparency, the little things. you knew where you stood with tsukki, but he was no bullshit. it was either black and white.

you missed that lack of control, having to guess - even if that meant letting your own boyfriend lose his mind a little, guessing right along with you.

"what? is it the attitude that makes you like this? you can't fuck it out of her like i can so you come running to me and make it my problem?" kuroo started.

"fuck off, you're obsessed and everyone knows you're self-absorbed. crazy-ass combo mind you. if you weren't my roommate, i'd send you a personal ticket to hell first class." tsukki rambled.

"ohhh then i'll be that. but instead of taking it out on me, why don't you go ask her why we call her 'princess,'

he wasn't finished. uh-oh.

"and while you're at it, ask her how she learned to ride you the way you like. actually, i'll do you one better, let me actually teach you about her since you're such a slow learner."

slam.

"tsukki?" your voice rang, head peaking out from behind the doorframe as your eyes scanned the hallway.

"see how it's still my name though?" he grunted, loosening his grip on kuroo's shirt. "now pipe down."

"which one." kuroo said, flatly, pointing between the two of them.

"don't make me ch-"

"pick." tsukki doubled down.

your lip was caught between teeth. eyes darting down now.

was this guilt? embarrassment?

"aww, it's not fun when you actually have to choose huh?" kuroo teased. the truth is, no matter what your answer was: kuroo would walk away unscathed. an ex, owed nothing but suddenly granted everything if he knew the way you sometimes still yearned for him.

and truthfully, tsukki did need to stop being so passive when it came to kuroo. stop letting the teasing, the flirting, the little quips slide. because at the end of the day, you couldn't keep standing up to the one threat that knew how to make your knees weak.

chills ran down your spine.

anger. want. need.

"you know what?" you inhaled, the feeling washing over you now. "both of you want me so bad but won't do shit about it."

kuroo raised a brow. tsukki scoffed.

"you want me so bad? prove it then."

"say less." kuroo said, pushing tsukki's door wide open.

his lips crashed onto yours as you stumbled back, the back of your knees hitting the tsukki's desk. warmth spread across your back as his hands explored your skin.

"missed me?" he chuckled, low and sultry as he looked over to tsukki, who had now slammed the door behind him and sat across the room in his chair.

silence.

"mhm- kei?" you whined, eyes locking with the blonde.

"no keep going. show him exactly what i get to see every night and not just when i'm high and horny and need an ego boost." he shrugged, tilting his head to the side.

"aww, you mad you couldn't get here first?" kuroo cooed, working on pulling down your cute little shorts. the tips of his fingers slid under your waistband. you gasped, arching yourself against his palm.

"wet already baby?" he grinned, holding your face to only look at him.

"what? gotta hold her face to not look at me instead?" tsukki chuckled, you'd never really seen him get cocky like this.

patient. unphased. to the core.

maybe he was the real threat.

maybe kuroo needed to be scared.

your boyfriend might actually snap.

his voice shifted from his original position in the room. he was closer, until he was in your ear. "you're not gonna let him make you finish like this right?" he asked. "just his fingers? c'mon now, you know he's being stingy." "you deserve more right?"

"shutttt upp-," kuroo sighed, releasing his grip on your face to push tsukki's leg.

and he still didn't let up. "stay down there."

every curl, every drag against that sensitive spot had to be calculated. kuroo was doing this on purpose. either to keep you on the edge or to make you unravel quicker, you weren't sure.

was he trying to show off?

either way you weren't complaining.

"tetsu! ha-a, so mean!" you whined, head rolled back, nails digging into tsukki's forearm.

"take me so good though.." he was mesmerized, eyes trailing between your expressions, your breasts, stomach, and where his palm rested, on your clit.

and then he smiled.

tsukki's fingers threaded between yours. they trailed to his strings, rubbing the imprint on his sweats. "hm? feel that?"

you nodded, flushed cheeks, and glossy-eyed.

"now choose. him or me right now?" he asked, pulling the hem of his shirt up.

"see how she listens?" he snickered, looking down at kuroo. "i don't have to be balls deep, pulling her hair for her to be good. sorry that's your reality."

"don't listen to him." kuroo said, pressing his lips to your quivering thighs. "focus.. feels good right there?" he asked, looking at the way you coated his fingers when he pulled them out.

big fat tears welled your eyes as your lips caught between your teeth. "hmph- kei! need your mouth.." you begged.

"aww tell tetsu to move over for me hm? stop being greedy?" he teased, voice dropping condescendingly.

"you heard her." he winked, patting the top of his head as he moved over, fingers still inside.

tsukki knelt down, slight pressure met your nipples as he pinched them softly. "see the difference between you and me," tsukki started, tongue meeting your soaked folds.

"is that you may want her, but i need her."

"move." he demanded, intoxicated, keeping full attention on you as his arms hooked under your thighs and pulled you closer.

the lack of kuroo's hand made you wince as you bit your arm. and he just had to notice.

"don't tell me you begged for him just to miss me now," he started. "you don't have to stroke his ego."

tsukki stuck up the middle finger, eyes closed, eating you like a man starving. "not stroking shit" he said, coming up to breathe before spitting on your leaking cunt and continuing.

"really gonna make me share like this?" tsukki asked, index and middle finger finding their way to your entrance. "you want the attention, princess?"

you nodded, whimpering louder and trying to stifle your moans. just cause you felt good didn't mean akaashi, bokuto, and kenma weren't home.

it was too much work to lie. and if anyone were to judge you about it, it wouldn't be tsukki. he wouldn't make snarky comments or make you feel embarrassed. he'd act like it never happened. like everything was normal.

"keep going.. p-please." you groaned, fingers threaded into his curls. "i know baby, don't have to beg." tsukki smiled.

"that's the problem," kuroo scoffed. "she's fuckin' spoiled with you."

"she needs to need you," he started. "that's when you really see what she's like."

kuroo's thumb rubbed your cheek, stroking softly. "you miss having to work for it, huh?" he asked, nodding condescendingly as your lashes fluttered, taking all of him in.

"tell me," kuroo started, brushing hair out your eyes. "who do you need inside right now?" "both." you whimpered. "right." he laughed, lightly pushing tsukki's head to the side.

"you know she can't fuckin' choose."

to be fair, you never could. both ain't shit.