-Bokuto x Fem!Reader
(plus some Kuroo x Fem!Reader)
-Bokuto's your neighbor. Your childhood friend. Of course, you had a crush on him back when you were like five, but you got over it! That is, up until your junior year in high school when things c...
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A few days later, after sleeping over at Kuroo's every night, you return to your dorm where you find Phoebe putting on her makeup.
"Hey," she smiles happily when she sees you, "Where have you been, Y/N?"
"Busy," you reply.
"Too busy getting railed by Kuroo to answer any of my texts," she rolls her eyes teasingly.
"It's not just him. I've also been helping Bo out at The Jukebox," you explain. "I'm sorry I haven't responded. I've been so drained."
"So you've been spending your evenings with Bo and your nights with Kuroo?" she asks, putting her brush down to get the full story. "But yeah, I can imagine you must really be drained from them both."
"Ugh, please don't be gross," you shake your head at her. "I'm too tired to have that talk right now, honestly."
"Fine, but you know, if you keep spending all this time with Kuroo, you're going to catch feelings. You need to set some boundaries with him, my friend," she tells you in her honest opinion.
"We have," you shrug, lying straight through your teeth. "And it's fine, Pheebs."
"Alright, whatever you say, Y/N," she gives in. "But does Kuroo know about your massive crush on one of his best friends?"
"What do you think?" you roll your eyes as you sit down on her bed and lay down on your stomach to face where she sits at her desk at the foot of her bed. "If I ever told Kuroo that, even before we started hooking up, he'd run right over to Bo and tell him."
"Well you do know that you're going to have to talk to Kuroo about it soon, right? Before things get serious with him, Y/N," she tells you.
"Don't worry, Pheebs, it's not going to get serious. We're just fucking as an escape. There are no serious feelings behind it," you shrug.
"Oh please, that's how it always starts. One of you guys is going to catch feelings. If not you, then maybe him," she tells you.
"Whatever," you shake your head as you sit up and walk to your side of the room. "I think I'm going to go down and put my clothes in the wash. You want me to take any of your things?"
"Yes, actually!" she perks up. "Would you mind washing a few things? I don't have enough for a full load but I got ash from a bowl I was smoking all over my sweats and I'd kill to wear those to class later instead of jeans. I just don't want to reek going into that uptight asshole's class."
"Yeah, I got it," you smile. "In your basket?"
"Mhm," she hums as she goes back to attending to her makeup. "Thanks, Y/N."
"You got it," you reply as you pull her things out of her laundry basket and into your own. Then, after grabbing two tide pods, you walk out of the room.
Like always, instead of taking the stairs, you ride the elevator down to the basement floor where the laundry room is. You carry your basket across the hall and walk straight into the loud laundry room.
A smile grows on your lips when you notice Kuroo standing by the line of washers. You quietly walk over and plop your basket down beside him.
"Hey," you grin. "Long time, no see."
"Oh yeah, it's been forever," he smirks. "How's it going?"
"Not so bad, just washing a few things for Pheebs and myself. Does this washer work?"
"As well as this one does," he groans as he shuts the door to the washer he was using. "Like shit."
"Welcome to college," you grin.
While the two of you chat, you unload your basket into the washer and toss in your tide pods. Then, after messing with the crappy settings on the top of the water, you finally get it going.
"Are you sure you're not stalking me?" Kuroo then asks as your laundry begins to spin.
"As if I'd stalk you," you scoff teasingly. "I'm pretty sure you'd be the one stalking me, if anything."
"And why would I do that?" he asks as he turns to face you, gently grabbing you by your hips and pulling you close.
"'Cause we have amazing sex and that fact is undeniable," you admit to him.
"Wow, spoken like a true stalker," he hums as he leans closer and softly places his hand under your chin, making you lift your head up just a bit higher. "Just admit you want me to kiss you already."
"Was what I said not enough? Because I can feel the strain in your pants grow by the second."
"Somebody could walk in here any second," he whispers.
"Does that bother you?" you smirk.
"I'm only asking for a kiss, sweetheart."
"Are you?" you ask as you lift your eyebrows.
Without another word, Kuroo leans close to you and places a kiss rougher than you were expecting. He pushes you up against his washer, deepening the kiss almost instantly.
You feel your legs get weak as he reaches his hand against the side of your face, tilting you gently as his tongue meets yours.
"Kuroo," you mutter between kisses, but he doesn't grace you with a response before picking you up and sitting you on the rumbling washer.
"Yes?" he hums, kissing you again.
"We're in the laundry room," you remind him.
"Does it bother you?" he smirks, repeating what you had just said moments before. "It's just a kiss."
"No, it's not," you hum, trailing your hands down his chest and toying with the waistband of his sweatpants.
"Are you asking me to fuck you on top of a washing machine, Y/N?" he grins, still kissing you between breaths.
"Unless you're not up for it," you tease.
"I'm always up to fucking you, princess. Spread your legs."
