haikyuu snippets

phone ;; kuroo t.

inspiration - jealous kuroo go brr.

holy shit i write a lot for kuroo.

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He stood in front of the bed, towering over your smaller frame as he leaned over the mattress. His hands gripped your thighs under your knees, holding your legs up while he slammed his hips against yours. Groans, growls, and the occasional moan left his lips.

You on the other hand were louder than him, all sorts of colorful noises erupting from you. Your back was arched, hands holding onto the sheets above your head as if letting go meant death.

Despite how submerged you were in this sea of euphoria, he had yet to reach that special spot inside of you that warped your mind into television static. Your cries were almost an incoherent beg for him to find it, even if he knew exactly where it was. He was purposefully avoiding it for a reason you didn't even know yourself.

An interruption was the last thing you wanted, yet it was exactly what you got. Something on the bed began to vibrate and play music, but not just any song: the song you and Kuroo had claimed as "our song." It was a cheesy love song that played on the radio that looped in your minds so much that you two would find yourselves screaming the words to it at random times of the day.

To the right of your figure was your phone, the source of it all. A phone call from a contact labeled ''Brokuto the Owl Man''.

You and Bokuto had met through Kuroo, and he slowly began to regret it. He had nothing against the former Fukurodani ace, and he knew that you would never abandon him. However, you and him spent a lot of time together. Your new best friend Bokuto was spending way too much time with you.

Having the song that practically built your relationship with Kuroo as Bokuto's ringtone only added more salt to this salt- I mean wound.

Before your trembling hands could reach, Kuroo snatched your phone up. He glanced down at you. Though your mind was still a little cloudy from the pleasure, you knew exactly what he was doing.

"Don't you dare-" You managed to say. You stopped yourself short when Kuroo's finger made contact with the screen and he brought the phone to his ear.

As if Bokuto could see him, Kuroo plastered a smile on his partially sweaty face. "What's up?" When you reached your hand up to take your phone from Kuroo, he jerked his hips. You fell back against the mattress, hands covering your face to silence any noise you made.

"Oya? My chibi-chan?" You knew this man by heart. It only took a millisecond for you to notice the tension in his voice, and it wasn't from the pleasure. "They're busy right now, but I can talk for a bit!"

"You bitch," you mouthed as you took your hands away, only to throw them back over your mouth when he snapped against you again, a single rough thrust that was enough to throw your entire world off balance.

"Oh, yeah, they're really busy right now... What are they doing?" Kuroo spoke slowly. He pressed his phone between his shoulder and cheek, freeing his hands so he could pull yours away from you. He held your hands above your head, one of his larger hands enveloping your wrists before he held your phone once again.

"They're in the middle of something right now." He started to thrust again.

"... Don't you worry about where they got their nickname!" Kuroo seriously wasn't bickering like a child with Bokuto over the phone while he was railing you... right?

"Yeah, whatever... Mhm... Yeah, I'll tell them, bro, don't worry!" At this point, you couldn't tell if he was pausing to keep himself from making noise, or if Bokuto was actually talking.

Once you were finally managing to hold back your moans to the best of your ability, Kuroo seemed to double his efforts, instantly finding the spot inside you that made you melt. You almost reached your orgasm right then and there, and you just about screamed.

Bokuto's end of the call got just a little bit louder; you still couldn't hear what was happening, but you definitely noticed an increase in volume. At the same time, Kuroo smirked and looked down at you.

"It's good that you hear them. That way you know they're my chibi-chan."