join us | kuroo x reader x bokuto | short story

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The entire way home felt like a battlefield of not groping one another, Kuroo sneakily grasping suggestively at your hip or discreetly running a hand over the curve of your behind. In retaliation, you would get a bit too close for comfort, fingers tickling his abdomen, or drawing shapes against his chest during the train ride to his district. It was absolute chaos, a war of who can make it without coiling over with lust.

All that time you thought you had the upper hand, except this was a game of cat and mouse, and Kuroo certainly was not the mouse.

You have never been to Kuroo's place before, usually, him finding a way to come meet you at the backdoor so you can sneak him into your room, or empty quickies wherever you two manage to hide long enough. His home is rather normal, nothing that makes it stand out amongst the rest in his neighborhood. It is clean, to your surprise, and smells like lemons and clean laundry, an odd combination but still a very good one.

For a moment, you can take off your shoes and set your bag down, the next, you are pinned against the wall. A flurry of heated kisses, ranging from sloppy and wet to graceful and soft. You are showered in them, unable to keep up with his quickly moving lips. Kisses are pressed across your neck, Kuroo applying special treatment to the noticeable hickey he had left on your neck when in the janitor's closet.

"Hah, chibi-chan~" He coos into your ear, teeth latching onto the cartilage and giving it a tug, taking the time to hoist up your body in his arms, "You never fail to get my blood pumping, babygirl." Kuroo nuzzles his face into your cheek with one of his more tender smiles, the ones he saves for special moments like this. Truth be told, Kuroo is not an absolute horndog, at least no all the time, so intimate moments like now he holds very dear to him... he just will not show it. When he has a beautiful girlfriend like you, there is not much else worth his time.

In a matter of seconds, you are being carried to Kuroo's bedroom, his hands supporting you by the thighs and his lips once again marking up your neck. Every nip of his teeth, gnawing or tugging at the flesh of your nape and shoulders, leaves that heat between your legs overwhelming. It is like fueling a fire, the more he does the worse it gets. The leverage provides you the room to grind against his body, the friction of your shorts rubbing against his lower abdomen relieving just enough of the pressure eating you up.

Suddenly, a hand comes down on your left asscheek, a thunderous slap sounding in the otherwise quiet home. You can only lurch forward and grip the back of his sweater at the stinging sensation his brutal force leaves behind, "T-Tetsu~" Another slap rings against the tender flesh, only adding to that fiery pain pulsating against your skin.

"Nuh-uh, doll... that's not my name." You realize your mistake, Kuroo has a specific taste and for such little time that you two have been together, you managed to figure out just a few of his kinks.

A door is opened, the two of you disappear into the room, not bothering to close the door since the house is vacant at this moment. His room is nothing special, in fact, it looks like any guy Kuroo's age would live here. A few scattered articles of clothing on the floor, a desk stacked in textbooks, papers, and comics, shelves of more comics and manga... it is not too shabby, but absolutely nothing to gawk at.

Kuroo wastes no time in letting your body collide with his made bed, watching your limbs sprawl out on his sheets sends a certain shockwave of pleasure to his pants. To have a girl as pretty as you, vulnerable laying right in front of him in his own room, it might as well be a dream. Your wrists are pinned to the bed, legs forced apart to make room for him to crawl over your limp form.

"D-Daddy," Your words are breathy and not exactly confident, not when you have this sexy, stupid boy looming over you like a predator, "What are- hah~!" Something hard pressed against the sensitive area between your legs, grinding against just the right spot to tease your clitoris. The friction sends you in a state of absolute submission, between that scary growl rumbling from the depths of his throat, and your body gyrating against his knee to get some sort of relief... you are helpless.