-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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Kuroo grins as he places you up on the rumbling washer. "Are you asking me to fuck you on top of a washing machine, Y/N?"
Your lips lock with his, your smile widening between the kisses as well.
"Unless you're not up for it."
"I'm always up to fucking you, princess. Spread your legs," he whispers as he kisses the side of your neck, moving one of his hands to settle on your hip.
When you do as he says, he deepens the kiss on your neck, licking softly at your skin. The hand at your hip then travels under your pants and slips into your panties.
"Shit," you sigh as you let your head fall back. "I love when you touch me."
Kuroo smirks, adding fuel to the fire growing in your stomach as he works two fingers into your pussy. "So wet already. Do you really get off on this?"
"What else is a girl supposed to think about when she's doing her laundry all alone," you tease.
"Goddammit, Y/N," he grumbles, suddenly pulling his hand out and taking you off the washer. "Come with me."
Kuroo pulls you around the corner of the laundry room and into the small, empty supply closet.
"What's the point of coming back here?" you giggle. "There's no door."
"Fuck thinking about the door, Y/N. I don't want anyone else seeing you like this. You're mine right now."
And with that, Kuroo kisses you harder than he ever has. You moan against his lips as you reach down and unbuckle the belt he had been wearing, tossing it to the side for later.
The moment Kuroo's got your pants half down, you jump into his arms and wrap your legs around him. He holds you tightly as he then lines himself up to your entrance and pushes in. Your nails dig into your palms as you try not to scream out, your body being thrust down onto his lap over and over. It leaves your mind blown how strong he must be to hold you in his arms and continue to pound into you without fail.
Sooner rather than later, you grip onto him tightly and clench down hard. Ever since the last time when he found that one spot that drives you insane, you haven't been the same. You've got no idea how he's able to turn you into mush so quickly.
"Shit, shit, shit," you whimper, half crying into his shoulder. "I'm gonna cum."
"Then cum for me, Y/N. I love how you sound coming undone from me."
Still hugging him tighter than you've ever grabbed onto anyone before, you finally allow your release to take over you. And once you do, you're like putty in his hands.
Carefully, Kuroo puts you down on your wobbly legs and helps you fix your clothes before doing the same for himself.
"Are you okay?" he chuckles slightly, noticing how you're still holding onto him for support. "Need to get your land legs back?"
"God you're such a dork," you smile as you shake your head at him. "And isn't it getting your sea legs back?"
"Sea legs are for when you're on a ship," he corrects you politely. "You know, 'cause your body is in constant motion. And on land, it's not."
"See that's exactly what I mean," you chuckle.
Just then, you hear the laundry room's door open and your conversation stops. Kuroo puts his hand to his lip before peeking around the corner to see who's there.
"Shit," he mutters.
"Hello?!" another voice calls out. "Y/N, you still down here?!"
"Phoebe!" you gasp, your eyes widening.
"What do we do?" he asks you.
"Stay here. I'll get her to leave," you tell him.
"Can you walk?" he teases.
"Oh fuck off," you roll your eyes at him before walking out of the small supply room.
"Hey, Pheebs, what're you doing down here?" you ask, trying to sound as innocent as possible.
"I was lookin' for you 'cause you left your phone upstairs and it was ringing like crazy," she explains.
"It was?" you repeat as she pulls your phone out of her back pocket. "Who was call-" you then stop yourself short. "Bokuto?"
"Yep," she nods. "He's lookin' for you. Ya know, the two of you have been taking out a lot more lately. How're things going with him?"
"I don't know what you mean," you smile nervously, remembering that Kuroo is listening nearby.
"I think he likes you back, silly," she smiles. "I mean, just the two of you working at the diner all the time? Visiting his grandpa? I smell a romance budding!" But as she sniffs, her nose crinkles up. "It smells funny down here," she then comments. "Was anyone in here before you came? Smells like someone was just fucking."
"Nope. Nobody else was here but it is a public place so it could've been anyone," you smile worriedly as you walk her back toward the door. "Thanks for the phone, Pheebs, but you don't have to stay down here. Why don't you go back up and finish your makeup?"
"Huh?" she stops dead in her tracks. "What do you mean finish my makeup? It is finished. Does it not look good?"
"Wha- No! I mean, it does look good! You look great. I just wasn't paying attention. I'm sorry, Pheebs."
"Whatever," she sighs. "Just let me know how it goes with Bo. Hope his grandpa is okay..."
"Me too," you nod. "I'll keep you updated. See you in a bit. I'm going to head to the cafeteria while my stuff's in the wash."
"Mkay," she waves. "See ya, Y/N. Bye Kuroo!"
Your whole body freezes up as Phoebe walks out of the room. How long has she known that Kuroo was here? And why would she talk about Bokuto like that if she knew?
"Well, that was hard to listen to," Kuroo says as he slowly walks toward you.
"It was hard for me too," you chuckle awkwardly. "I'm sorry about that."
"No, it's okay," you smile quickly before fading into a more serious look. "Hey, uh, I'm gonna head back up to my room. I'll see you around, okay?"
"Yeah, okay," you smile, yet a sigh escapes your lips as he walks away. "Dammit, Pheebs. Why did you have to say that shit?" you then mutter to yourself as you walk back to the washer. "Fuck!"
