#sub kuroo

The evening had started so innocently. You were lying across Kuroo’s lap, scrolling lazily through your phone while he absentmindedly ran his fingers through your hair. He was sitting up against the headboard, long legs stretched out, and those damn shorts—the tiniest pair he owned—barely covered anything. The fabric had ridden up so high that you had a perfect view of his toned inner thighs, teasing you with every shift of his body.

You couldn’t help but glance up at him, noticing the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed, his eyes flickering between his own phone and whatever thoughts were racing through his mind. But it was those thighs—taut, warm, begging for attention—that had your full focus.

“Something on your mind, baby?” His voice was casual, but that lazy smirk told you he knew exactly what you were thinking.

“Hmm,” you hummed innocently, shifting slightly so your face was closer to his thighs, lips brushing just barely against the skin. “Not really.”

Kuroo’s hand paused mid-stroke through your hair, his breath hitching as he glanced down. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Just getting comfortable,” you murmured, pressing a soft, deliberate kiss to his inner thigh. His muscles tensed under your touch, and you swore you heard a faint curse under his breath.

“Comfortable, huh?” His voice had dropped an octave, trying to maintain that air of control he always wore so well. But when you dragged your tongue along the sensitive skin just a little higher, his grip on your hair tightened, and that control? Gone.

“Fuck…” His head fell back against the headboard, his breath shaky as your mouth worked its way up, leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses, nips, and the occasional flick of your tongue that had him squirming beneath you.

“You’re so sensitive here, Tetsu,” you teased, lips brushing against the edge of his shorts. “You’ve been holding out on me.”

“Baby, you—” He was trying so hard to keep it together, but the way his legs shifted restlessly beneath you gave him away. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You slid his shorts up a little higher, exposing even more of that delicious skin, and sucked harder at the junction of his thigh. Kuroo whined—the sound barely audible but oh-so-sweet.

“Tetsu,” you cooed, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze, “you’re so quiet. I thought you liked to talk.”

“Not when you’re—fuck.” His words caught in his throat as you finally took the next step, your mouth tracing higher, your hands pushing his shorts down just enough to free him. His cock was already achingly hard, twitching at just the anticipation of what was coming.

“Shit, baby,” he panted, eyes heavy-lidded as he watched you through half-lowered lashes. But the second your tongue dragged along his length, his composure shattered.

Kuroo was gone—hips lifting off the bed as his hands tangled in your hair, a mix of whines and curses pouring from his lips as you took him deeper. His cock twitched in your mouth as you worked him with that perfect rhythm, alternating between teasing licks and deep, hollowed sucks that had him writhing beneath you.

“Fuck—fuck, you’re too good at this,” he groaned, his head dropping forward so he could watch, his pupils blown wide as he took in the sight of you between his thighs, looking so pretty while you ruined him. “I—shit, baby, I’m—”

But you didn’t let up. Not until his thighs were trembling beneath your hands, his body arching as he spilled into your mouth with a strangled moan.

When you finally pulled back, wiping your lips with the back of your hand, Kuroo was a mess—chest heaving, his head thrown back against the pillows as he tried to catch his breath.

“Y-You…” he rasped, blinking down at you with a dazed expression. “Where the hell did that come from?”

You grinned, pressing a kiss to the inside of his thigh—right where you’d left a pretty mark.

“Just wanted to get comfortable,” you murmured sweetly, tracing your fingers lazily along his still-twitching thighs.

“Comfortable, my ass,” Kuroo groaned, pulling you up so he could kiss you—deep, possessive, and still tasting himself on your tongue. “I’m so not done with you yet.

Welp, he’s ruined. And you? Smug as hell.

You’d lean down, pressing your chest against his, pulling him into a slow, dragged out kiss. Mirroring the pace with your hips just so you could swallow his soft whines. Trying to memorize every dip of his toned muscles, or the way he tasted as he bucked up into you, trying to get you to move. Hoping that maybe, just maybe you’d remember it when you had to leave.

This wasn’t enough.. but it had to be. Tangled with him when the sky grew dark, in the quietness of his apartment. Trying your best to not think about having to leave in the morning. At least you got to stay with him for the night, his head tucked into the crook of your neck while both of your breath evened out. Fingers slowly tracing patterns into his side as he fell asleep.

“Y/n.” Kuroo’s arm was around your waist now. Pulling you from your thoughts, you hadn’t even realized that he was next to you. But, you weren’t surprised he’d always do this. Especially when he was drinking. At a certain point, a certain number of drinks, he’d forget all about you not being his.

Hanging off of you like he was scared you’d leave without him- leave him at the party he asked you to go to with someone other than him. Not like you’d ever do that to him. He was the only person you wanted to be with right now, or ever really. Never really setting your sights on another person like he said you should.

“Tetsurou… You’re drunk.” 

He leaned into you and smiled as he stared down at you. He slid around, wrapping both of his arms around your waist. You were pressed against him now. Hands traveling down his shoulders to his toned biceps. No matter how many times you experienced this, experienced the look in his eyes as he leaned down pressing his lips to yours; your heart sped up like it was the first time.

“So.” You could smell the vodka on his breath now. Eyes flicking down as his tongue slid over his bottom lip ever so slightly. Your grip tightened on his arms, trying not to let him affect you. It never worked. 

His hands were sliding up now. Pulling you even closer as they pushed under your shirt. Making you shiver when you felt his fingers ghosting on your skin.

“Tetsurou-“ You said breathless now, the small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. That fucking smile.

“Y/n.” That’s all it took. One quiet whisper of your name as a dusting of pink spread across his cheeks. You were hooked again. No matter how hard you tried. No matter how much you told yourself you didn’t want him, that nothing was going to happen tonight.

You were tugging on his shirt, pulling him down to meet your lips. He didn’t hesitate. Catching your lips in his, the kiss was soft, slow. It still made you melt all the same. Your hands sliding up to his hair, where they always seemed to settle when you kissed him. You couldn’t help it, it was just so soft. Grounding you slightly as you got high on his lips.

The bitter taste of liquor still lingering on his lips. You pushed your tongue in his mouth, wanting to taste more of it. He let you, hands gripping your waist tighter as you did. He pulled away first. Breath heavy and warm as it puffed over your lips.

“Can we leave?” Kuroo’s voice was low,  laced with a needy haste. You knew exactly what he wanted, exactly what was buried underneath that seemingly innocent question.

You nodded. It was all he needed as an answer before lacing his hand in yours, pulling you through the hordes of drunken college students. Slow enough to guide you carefully, but there was an urgency in his movements that always came out at times like this.

It didn’t take long to make it to his apartment. The party was only a few minutes’ walk away. You walked side by side, hand still in his. If you tried hard enough, you could almost pretend that he wasn’t yours just for the night. That you were going home. 

It never worked.

The familiar presence of his apartment washed over you as you followed him inside. Climbing on his lap as he sat on the couch. He stared up at you for a moment, eyes lidded from the drinks he’d already chugged down, face still lit up with a rosy hue. 

Your arms sat loosely wrapped around his neck. Neither of you talked, you never really did at times like this. Both of you knowing what the other needed, it was never rushed either. That is one of the best things you liked about Kuroo. He didn’t rush you, you were able to savor each and every touch.

“Kiss me.” 

It was simple, demanding, almost bratty.. In any other circumstance you would’ve smacked him for talking to you like that. But now, it was the only thing you wanted. So, you did.

Leaning down, pressing your lips against his once more. A small gasp slipping from your lips when his hands slip up your shirt again. He was always fixated on touching you, but his favorite time was just like this. Hands sliding between you and your clothes, greedily taking in every soft shiver as he moved his fingers against your skin.

A soft whine fell from Kuroo’s lips when you shifted, pressing yourself further into him. He was already hard; it really didn’t take much after he had been staring at you all night long.

Everywhere you went, his eyes followed your form, sweeping down your body, he wanted you to be with him. That wasn’t new, he always wanted you to be with him. Especially when he saw you with someone else, someone other than him.

Maybe he was just a little bit jealous, but he couldn’t really act on it. Not when he had already told you he only wanted to be friends, that a relationship was too hard at the time. That was a few months ago, but you seemed so content in keeping it this way; he didn’t want to change that.

You always wore a soft expression when he caught you looking at him. He wasn’t sure if it was from you two being so close for so many years, or if you were really starting to feel something else for him.  But he wouldn’t risk it, wanting to keep you in his life like this rather than not at all. He could put up with the feelings that twisted his stomach in knots. He would keep you like this for a little bit longer.

“Fuck.” His voice was already shaky, and you took notice of it. Expecting him to already be so needy. You ground your hips against him, shifting so you could press into him even more.

“What’s wrong, Tetsurou?” Tone laced with innocence, but you knew exactly what he wanted. You learned over these past few months what he was like when he wanted you, needed you. It was something you found pride in, being able to read him like an open book. Especially when you were like this. “You seemed like you knew what you wanted earlier. So, tell me what you want?”

“Why do you always tease me.”

“Because you make it so easy.”

It wasn’t long after that where you found yourself pinned under him. The softness of his bed gave you comfort as you stared up into his hungry eyes. Hair falling into his eyes, he looked so perfect. So pretty.

You took advantage of these moments. When he was completely yours. He’d let you do anything you wanted to him.. Whatever you asked, he’d give in like it was his nature.

“Tetsurou..” You were breathless again, the look in his eyes making it hard to focus on anything else than him.

“What, Y/n.” His breath was hot on your neck again. He leaned down lips dancing lightly down your jaw, as he slowly pushed your shirt up. Pulling away just enough to pull your shirt off. You leaned up with him as he did. You knew what to do, just exactly how his movements worked. Moving with him in perfect rhythm.

His shirt went next. Your fingers dipping down the curves of his abs, trailing slowly to slide across his waistband. Tugging slightly at it, you couldn’t tease him anymore. Even if you wanted to.

The alcohol flowing through your veins was making it hard to resist him, not that you wanted to. You just liked to see how flushed you could get him as he waited for you to do something to him. But it was different tonight, for some reason you stopped the pull towards him.

You unbuttoned his jeans, swiftly pushing them down. Your hand slid down to palm him softly as he grew even harder in your hold.

“You’re so pretty.” You’ve uttered those words so many times to him, yet it still didn’t fail to make his breath come out shakier as your hand swirled around the tip.

You pushed against his chest making him sit back on his knees, pulling yourself out from under him. Pushing a hand through your hair as you leaned forward, licking a long strip up. Enjoying the soft moan that fell from his lips. His fingers were already slipping into your hair as you took him in your mouth.

“Fuck you feel so good.” 

You hummed at that, the vibrations pushing another moan out of his throat as you bobbed your head. Looking up, you almost moaned. He had his bottom lip tugged between his teeth; eyes lidded as he stared down.

Gripping his thigh tighter, you stroked what you couldn’t fit into your mouth with your other hand. When his soft moans grew louder as you swirled your tongue around the tip you pushed yourself. Hollowing your cheeks and trying to relax your throat as much as you could, taking him in until your nose was buried into his pelvis.

His grip tightened in your hair. A loud breathy whine filling the room. You tried to stay as long as you could, the burning of your lungs only making you pull back once it got too much to bear. A long string of spit connected your lower lip to the tip of his length.

You could feel the wetness already pooling between your legs as you pressed your thighs together. His hand slid from your hair down your face, cupping your cheek making you look up at him. 

“I fucking love you.”

There it was. He always said that at some point during the night. You weren’t expecting it so soon, it sent a warmth through your veins that you haven’t felt in a long time.

“Shut up.”

That’s all you could say really, how else were you supposed to respond. He always threw it out randomly, but there was something about the look on his face when you responded. It was different. Different than all those other times where he used to give you a sly smile.

This wasn’t something new between you two. You had always been throwing out “love you’s” to each other, starting back since you got close. He slowly became your best friend, not that you were surprised.

You just didn’t think you’d fall for him, let alone ever be in this position with him. Trying to figure out just what the fuck he meant.

Your eyes widened and you noticed the grin on his face wasn’t there anymore. The one that was always sitting on his lips. “Tetsurou.”

At the beginning, when your friendship slowly started to turn into something… different. You had tried to be like this with other people, but none of them were the same. None of them could make you feel as good as Kuroo did. So you stopped, saving this only for him. Not that he needed to know that.

You knew exactly what he’d do if you told him that he was the only one that could please you. He’d pester you for the entire day about it, asking all sorts of questions with a cocky grin never leaving his face. He was always like that, feed his ego one time and he’d never let you get out of it.

“Fuck-“

Before you could let him say anything else, before he could ruin the night with whatever was coming next you moved up to him. Pulling him in to swallow the loud moan that slipped from his lips as you started to work your hand again. Your other hand buried in his soft hair, tugging harshly at it to pull his head back. 

His eyes fluttered shut when he felt your lips attach to his neck. You could feel the whines coming from his throat now, they were broken, his voice almost cracking with each fast paced stroke of your hand. 

You couldn’t give him any more time to think about how much he just really fucking loved you. You couldn’t let your heart break more than it already was. 

“Fuck, oh god, I’m-”

Kuroo’s breathing was heavy and uneven, but you pulled him into a kiss, cutting off the rest of his barely mumbled sentence. It was long, full of every emotion both of you felt for each other.  His back arched  off the bed as he tried desperately to get closer to you, to touch every part of you as he came. 

He was always like that, no matter how you fucked him, he needed to touch you. You hoped it was because he was scared to lose you too, but you couldn’t ever be that lucky.

Your lungs burned but you still kissed him, even as he relaxed back into the bed coming down from his high, you didn’t want to let go. 

Each time you did, you weren’t sure if you’d be able to kiss him again, or hold him as he tucked his head under your chin, breath still heavy and shaky. 

“Don’t talk….just don’t.”

He listened to you, knowing exactly what you meant. The moment would break, reality slowly slipping into what you could almost pretend was perfect. You held him in your arms, eyes closed as you tried hard not to think about the night ending.

You didn’t want to leave in the morning. Didn’t want to walk back to your apartment alone, again. 

You just wanted to stay for once, stay with him.  He wanted the exact same thing, to wake up in your arms and not dread the moment you’d shut the door behind you, leaving him completely alone. Counting the hours until night would fall, and he could see you again.

It wasn’t either of your faults for not realizing both of you were serious. That you both wanted more than this, wanted each other wholly. It was hard to put your feelings into words, and neither of you wanted to ruin what you had for what could be.

Kuroo’s hands ran up and down your bare arm, his chest slowly rising and falling against you. It was lulling you to sleep, and you couldn’t fight it. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t. Slowly slipping into sleep, trying to imprint this moment in the back of your eyelids, hoping that the last look you saw on his face before you closed your eyes would stay there.

You swore you almost saw something more than desire in his eyes, a softness floating in them. Maybe you were imagining it, but it didn’t matter. It still filled your chest with warmth, letting yourself believe for tonight that maybe he really was yours. Letting yourself dive into the dream of being with him completely.

“You know I love you, right?”

You almost didn’t hear him, voice so quiet it sounded like you were hearing it in your head. Your chest knotted as you screwed your eyes shut, arms tightening around him, trying to believe him. He always said that when he fucked you, you weren’t sure if it was true or not.

“Yeah….”

once you saw kuroo’s cock twitch at the sound of being called a whore a twisted thought ran through your mind.

as of now, the blinds in his office were closed, the only light coming from the ones on the ceiling. it was still bright outside though, so you pulled out of him gently and walked over to the blinds.

"hmmm... i wonder what your workers would think if they saw their boss getting his brains fucked out against this window?" you muse, raising the blinds and letting the sunlight stream in.

"what? you can't be serious y/n! let me go!" kuroo says, yanking at his handcuffs.

"oh? giving mr orders? you know that's not how this works, baby. now are you going to come up here like a good little slut or do i have to make you?" you ask, giving him a once over.

he's trembling. whether it be from fear or arousal, you suspect it's a mixture of both. he gives you no answer, opting to glare at you. you sigh, figuring this would happen. not to say that you're upset, it's always fun to take him down a peg.

snarling, you walk over and yank him away from the table, slamming him into the window.

"someone's not listening today, is he? looks like i'll have to make you remember who's really in charge."

you rest your chin on his shoulder and notice that a small crowd has gathered outside the window. some are even pulling out their phones. pr was going to have a field day with this.

"well look at that, we have an audience!" you coo.

you look down at kuroo and notice his eyes are shut, like he's trying to hide from the outside. cute.

"why don't we give them a show? let's show them what my fucktoy can do..." you say as you plunge back into him.

at this, kuroo's eyes fly open.

"oh god! y/n, please! i-i can't!!" he cries out, tears falling.

"oh, but you can. let's be honest, hm? you like this. you like being paraded around like a cheap whore. cmon, just admit it," you say laughing.

"ugh, f-fine! you're right. i like it... just let me cum already!" he begs.

"i know you can do better than that."

"please!! y/n, mistress, i'm begging you!!" he sobs.

"there we go," you smirk.

with a couple more snaps of your hips, the window pane receives lovely splashes of white.

kuroo slumps against the window, babbling incoherent "thank you's".

"he looks so cute fucked out like this," you think, smiling to yourself.

you close the blinds and tend to kuroo, stroking his hair and gently kissing his forehead.

"that's it good boy," you purred as his cock sat between your breasts. he had been biting his lower lip while his eyes where glued shut, "you looked so cute thrusting your hips up like that when you cum." you grinned seeing how flushed he got, the red painting his entire chest as well.

then, an idea hit you. holding your boobs, you brought them up and down, continuing to fuck his sensitive dick. it was clear you were driving kuroo wild by the way he brought the back of his head up to cover his face while he began starting stuttering. his breaths became heavier and your could see his shoulders, tensing he was going to cum again, and surely, he did. 

with more of his hot, white cum all over you, you began to pull away, only for kuroo to speak up, “don’t stop,” he whined, “feels too good.” 

your hips burn with exertion, but you grit your teeth and continue to piston the strap in and out of him, relishing in his broken moans and pitiful whimpers.

“oh god,” he sobs as you give a particularly harsh thrust, hitting his prostate head-on. “o-oh my fucking god.”

“you’re sick,” you mutter, tightening your grasp in his hair. “you get off like this? getting roughed up and thrown around like a whore?”

he nods, cock leaking pre-cum onto the sheets at your words. “i need it,” he insists, shifting his ass back to fuck himself onto the monstrous toy. “i need it rough, it hurts so good.”

you scoff, twisting his head to the side and making him shudder. leaning over him, you bring your lips to his ear. “you think you can cum just from me pounding this desperate cunt?”

the breath is knocked out of him as you punctuate your question with another swift push of your hips. he writhes in the sheets, trying to muffle his noises by pressing himself into the pillow but jerking his head up every time you stroke his sensitive spot. it’s like his body is confused, unsure of whether the signals going to his brain are of pleasure or pain.

he looks absolutely delicious like this.

“yeah,” he breathes. “g-gonna cum, gonna cum s-so fuckin’ hard, fuck!”

“god, you’re so needy. look at you, clamping down on my cock like a mindless bitch.”

you’re unforgiving with your movements, forcing the toy into him with absolutely no mercy, watching greedily as his limbs twitch and voice breaks. 

“take it,” you order, holding his waist and pulling him onto the dildo to match your thrusts. “you wanted it like this, you wanted me mean, so take it.”

“g-gonna—” the rest of his sentence is garbled as he cums, a shameless cry slipping through his lips as he spills all over the bed. “oh fuck!”

“there you go,” you snarl. “do the only thing you’re good at: cum. what a messy slut.”

you slow the motions of your hips as kuroo relaxes, his muscles loosening after being wound so tight for so long.

you shift forward until you’re laying next to him, face-to-face. his eyelids flutter open as your stroke his cheek, and he gives you a shit-eating grin.

“can we do that again?”

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