Victory Fuck

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at

http://archiveofourown.org/works/27462562.

Rating:
Mature

Archive Warning:
Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category:
F/M

Fandom:
Haikyuu!!

Relationship:
Kuroo Tetsurou/Reader

Character:
Kuroo Tetsurou, Reader, Bokuto Koutarou

Additional Tags:
Reader-Insert, Female Reader, Teasing, Playful Sex,
Competitive Dynamics, Smut, Riding, Penis In Vagina Sex,
Protected Sex, Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Choking, Condoms,
Vaginal Sex, College, University

Stats:
Published: 2020-11-09 Words: 5417
 Victory Fuck
by PhysicalTurian
Summary

You playfully turn down Kuroo’s offer to have sex right

after his match. He takes it personally and makes it a
competition to see who asks the other to fuck first.
It’s a horny battle if you will.
[She/her pronouns used for the reader, no physical
description; Everyone +18]

Notes

TW: slight choking during the sex. (The breathing is ok,

it’s in the heat of the moment and it’s consensual)
If you feel like I should add any tags, don’t be afraid to
tell me!!
See the end of the work for more notes
Kuroo had won another game. Or at least his team, but some
credits went to him. If the victorious grin on his face was
anything to go by, he was pretty happy about this victory. Even
more so knowing that after most of his wins we’d have a party.
I was joining him on the court, as everyone started leaving the
bleachers to join the hall; There were a few journalists already
there, asking questions to the players, mainly the captain, and I
could see he was being polite and answering like he knew he
should. But when his eyes met mine, he grinned widely,
excusing himself to the interviewer before starting marching
towards me. “Babe! We won!” he exclaimed as he undid his
jacket and draped it over my shoulders before bringing me
closer, his hands on my hips. “I see that, good job.” I told him
with a smile.

He stared back at me a moment before pecking my lips softly,

“What do I get for winning?” he breathed against my lips, his
usual smirk back on his features. From the look he was giving
me, I knew full well what he wanted, adding to that the after-
game rush of winning. He was feeling something, strongly.
“You get to shower, and you get to go get changed, because we
have a party after this, and you stink.” I told him with a teasing
smile. He only sighed in response, resting his forehead against
mine. It was not a sigh of desperation, no, it was more of a
resigned one. “Are we playing this game, babe? You really
don’t want-“ “Nope, I’ll wait until we’re home. Even though
you’re very hot right now,” I emphasized my words by letting
my hands wander to his ass, however he quickly grabbed
them, a sly grin on his lips. “Now, now, I have to get changed,
remember? These cakes will have to wait, and so will you.” I
quickly understood what he meant, and I regretted telling him
off, the moment I understood. “Come on, I was kidding-
you’re not going to be like that, are you? C’mon, after your
shower we can-“ “You missed your chance babe, this will be
fun.”

He then kissed me before rushing off to the changing room,

his stupid laugh echoing in the huge room. I couldn’t believe
this. He was going to be petty just for that? I sighed and put on
his jacket before leaving the court and waiting in the hall for
his pretty face to show.

When I saw him, a smile formed on my lips. I’ve always liked

seeing his face right after he showered, his cheeks would
always flush from the heat of the water and I loved seeing it. It
was hard to make the man blush in the first place, which is
why I relished in the after-shower sight. “Alright babe, are we
ready to go?” He asked, wrapping his arm around my
shoulders. “Not the shoulders, I’ll look like a trophy wife.” I
scoffed jokingly, moving his hand to my hips, but it was not
the smartest decision considering the situation. He quickly
gripped my hips tight then he moved his hand to my lower
back as we walked to my car. “Don’t you like it when I show
you off?” he whispered in my ear as his hand slid to my ass. I
was not going to pay it any mind, he said we were playing this
game, and I was going to win. I didn’t care if his beautiful
large hand was touching me, no, no… So I huffed a laugh,
“You’d like it too much, I wouldn’t want to give you the
satisfaction to flaunt this,” I then gesture to myself with both
my hands before smirking back at him.

His eyes seemed to darken for a moment before his face

returned to his usual carefree expression. “You’re being cocky
babe. I like it, don’t get me wrong, but you’re not going to
win. Continue though, you’ll lose anyway.” His voice was
soft, and there was not an ounce of anger behind it. He was
genuinely entertained by this, and while his voice did not
reflect the weight of his words, I knew. I rolled my eyes at his
words and pulled back from him to reach the driver’s side of
the car, but right when I pushed away, he slapped my ass,
saying that giving him attitude was pointless. I laughed and
entered the car as he did. “Hey you started this Tetsurou, I’ll
play along. We’ll see how long you’ll last.” I shrugged before
fastening my seatbelt and starting the car. We then drove off to
his friend’s house as if nothing was happening right now. As if
we were not competing to see who’d cave in first. As if there
was no competition on who’d crave the other’s touch so much,
they’d beg to be touched. And yet, we both knew it was going
on, and both of us were dead set on winning. The winning
price? Seeing the other beg first.

Funny enough, the moment we reached his friend’s house, he

left the car and happily joined his friend, not paying me any
mind. It felt off, but I put it on the count of the excitement of
seeing his old friends again. Shaking my head, I left the car
and trailed a little bit behind, but not losing sight of him; I
knew him well enough that he’d mingle so well, he could
disappear the minute I’d look away. Hearing my name being
called, I looked at the source and saw Bokuto with his arm
around Kuroo, while he was waving his other arm in case, I
did not see him. “What’s up Bokuto-“ I was cut off by the
energetic man who let go of my boyfriend and was now
gesticulating. “I can’t believe you’re still with this guy! You
still haven’t gotten enough of his provokes? Ouch- oi don’t hit
me Kuroo, you know I’m right!” As Bokuto checked where
Kuroo had punched him, the black-haired man laughed, “Of
course she’s staying, it’s exactly why she’s staying,” he
started. I gave him a warning look, feeling like he was going
to be spilling too much personal info. When he started talking,
our friend looked up from his stomach and looked at us
curiously, listening. I was already feeling warmer, he did not
need to expose me like this, that bastard.

“She likes it, the taunts, the teasing,” he came up closer,

grabbing my chin between his index finger and thumb, “The
competition…” his breath was tickling my lips, he was so
close to kissing me, to losing too. But as if he read my mind,
he pulled back, grinning mischievously, “She’ll definitely be a
sore loser by the end of this, because I know exactly what
buttons to press.” Our moment was cut short when we heard
someone clearing their throat, it was Bokuto who was still
standing there awkwardly. “That’s between you guys, really.
But uh, do you wanna go inside and play some games? I mean,
that’s if you’re like… not too horny and you’re not going to be
all over each other- because the tension here,” he pointed at
the both of us, “It’s super, super, sexual and I feel like you are
going to bang at my house- and you know what, if you do, do
it in the guest room- yeah don’t use my room or somewhere
else,” Then, after a sharp intake of air, he sighed, “Anyway!
Games? Anyone?” I laughed at what he said and gave him a
curt nod, ignoring Kuroo’s spilling of info, “Sure, yeah, let’s.”
He seemed to light up at that and turned around rapidly to
make his way back inside, with Kuroo calling out from
behind, “I can’t promise that though- we might just fuck in the
toilets if that’s cool with you, bro?”

I couldn’t help but cackle, maybe nervously, at his words.

Bokuto, however, seemed unfazed, “I mean, that’s cool bro-
just don’t take too long, you know?” Fortunately for me, most
people around the house were probably deafened by the loud
music, but the few who heard almost hooted. This was the
closest thing to a frat party, the only thing saving this was that
I could see a few sane people like Tsukishima. Him and a few
other friends of Kuroo and I that had a little bit of decency.
They were all sitting around the low table in the living-room,
ready to do whatever to get drunk. My boyfriend was already
there, sitting down surrounded by all types of people, some
drunk, some tipsy and some way too sober for that shit. I could
see the latter, being Akaashi, with his phone in hand. Hearing
my name being called once more, I resumed my walk and
joined the couch only to see there wasn’t any more space.
Chuckling I stood behind the couch, and placed my hands on
Kuroo’s shoulders, tightening my grip as I talked. “Looks like
it’ll be without me, unless,” I leaned over and let my hands
trail to his neck, grabbing it ever so lightly, “Unless you want
me to sit on your lap?” I whispered seductively in his ear.

“I’m good babe, bring in a chair so we can start.” He said off-

handedly. I was surprised by his coldness, but saw the weakest
smirk on his lips as he tried to keep his facial expression
natural. Huffing, I straightened my back and agreed, ignoring
the burning in my cheek at the lack of teasing I got in return.
Was he playing the ignoring card while I tried to make him
cave? That’s no fun, that’s too easy. It did not matter, “Sure, be
back in a sec’ guys.” After bringing the chair to the table, we
were able to begin the game which is where everything began.

The torture. I believe the entire thing was done on purpose but
many things happened. No matter how much I tried to tease
him, he wouldn’t return anything. He would almost ignore
what I said and change the topic. With that, was the constant
show off of everything. The way he’d put his finger between
his teeth, not biting, just put it there as he made a thinking face
before answering the question. The unbuttoned shirt that
showed off his collarbone just, the most sinful way, was also
torture. He would also throw himself back against the couch as
he laughed, his hand slapping his thighs, they were showed in
all their glory in his tight suit pants. And fuck, how he’d run
his tongue over his lips then his chin as he licked the beer that
spilled from his cup. If it wasn’t enough, he’d use the back of
his hand, and fuck was I a sucker for his hands. And him. His
beautiful face when he talked excitedly to everyone around
him, he was giving them his attention and not me. No, no, I’m
not losing, get your thoughts back.

My reverie was interrupted when Yaku called my name,

“What do you say? You haven’t said much, are you good?” I
looked up and met Kuroo’s face first, he was so self-satisfied
at that very moment, I wanted to tear that smirk apart. “Yeah
babe, are you good?” He asked in a fake-caring tone, that
bastard knew what he was doing. He even rolled up his
sleeves, how was I supposed to resist to that? No, get back on
track. “I’m good, sorry I was a bit lost in thoughts. Sorry what
was the question?” I asked as I tear my gaze away from
Kuroo’s, it needed a lot of efforts but I did manage. “Actually,
are you really ok? You seem to be hot, maybe you should get
some fresh air?” Someone else said, I chuckled nervously and
put my cup down on the table before standing up. “Yeah,
maybe I’ll do that,” I stated, giving my boyfriend an insistent
look before turning around and leaving the room to go on the
terrace outside where, strangely, no one was. The moment I
felt the cold night breeze hit my face, a shiver ran down my
spine and I sighed in relief. That shithead. Running both my
hands on my scalp, I left the terrace and made my way to the
rattan couch in the garden. While staring at the sky, my heart
almost stopped when I heard someone’s steps on the terrace
floor, another sigh of relief escaped my lips when I realized it
was none other than my boyfriend that was joining me.

I was the first one to talk when he was in front of me, his arms
crossed. “First, you’re not playing fair. Second,-“ I couldn’t
finish talking when I heard his loud laugh as he crouched in
front of me, grinning. “Not fair? Babe, I’m playing to my
strength. Didn’t you like the show?” He asked playfully, I only
scoffed in response before really answering him. “You know I
did- but you deadass rejected me sitting on your lap…” I
mumbled, I was not mad, I was even smiling a bit but I wanted
to know why he did that. “I had to kitten, you’d have a too
strong advantage if you were that close to my dick you
know?” he replied as if it all made sense, as if it was all about
strategy. There was a short silence, then we both laughed at
that. “You’re not wrong I guess, but now I am clearly at
disadvantage-“ “Do you mean you’re losing? Of course, you
are! I can see how hot and bothered you are babe. You just
have to say the words and I’ll fuck you right now.” He said
off-handedly, his elbows on his knees since he was still
crouching. If I pushed him right now, he’d clearly lose his
balance from the stupid position he’s sitting and yet it was so
hot. His thighs filling his pants so nicely, and his pretty face so
close I could kiss him right now- but no I had to win, right?
Unless…

“The words being, let’s make a truce. I’m willing to make a

truce, for you-“ another bark laugh echoed while he stood up
and towered my sitting form, a prideful smile on his face. “No
truce, just ask nicely. I can go on a lot longer than this, you’re
already all flushed babe.” He whispered seductively, his hands
now on each side of my face to make me look up at him. I
hated how hot he looked right now, and fuck he was finally
touching me after his petty game. I wanted him to touch me
more, I wanted to touch him. Raising my hand, I wanted to
touch his chest but he grabbed my hand before I could even
graze it. “Are you not listening, brat? Concede first, then I’ll
fuck you how you like.” This time I couldn’t ignore the
throbbing that was happening between my legs, but I didn’t
want to lose. He’d have too much pride in making me cave
first. Fuck, fuck, fuck- I mean yeah, fuck that’s what I wanted
but…

“Kuroo, come on, please-“ I covered my mouth at the words

that escaped it without me even thinking about it, my body
was reacting on his own. “Mmh? I didn’t hear anything, I
think you need to be clearer- even better, you need to say: I
lost, give me your victory fuck Tetsu.” He suggested, as he
leaned in closer. I rolled my eyes and said it was stupid,
making him continue, “You’re making this a lot more difficult
than it is kitten, just say the words and you’ll be screaming in
pleasure soon. Just say it, ‘I lost, give me your victory fuck
Tetsu’” This time he drawled the words, to make me
understand to sentence even more. I did not respond. It made
him sigh as he sat down next to me. “Maybe you need a little
push babe, come here.” He patted his thighs as he leaned back
on the rattan couch, his smirk ever as present. It was tempting,
and fuck maybe he’d let it go if I joined him right now?
Shuffling on my seat, I followed his suggestion and straddled
his lap, placing my hands on his shoulders. “It wasn’t that
hard, now was it?” he breathed right next to my ear as he
brought me right against his crotch, his hands gripping my ass.
I was finally getting some friction and it felt divine, for the
littlest quantity I got at least. “Don’t get off already, you’re not
getting anything until you say the words.” I scoffed, gripping
the back of his hair tightly as I pulled him back. “We’re at a
party…” I whispered, as if it was the only thing that’d stop me
from going further with this.
With a devilish grin, he huffed, “And that would stop you? I
know you want me. I know all of your tells, love. You’re this
close to giving in, because I’m winning.” This time his mouth
was grazing the skin of my neck as he spoke, the feeling of his
breath on my skin making the hair on the nap of my neck,
raise. I cocked my head to the side to touch the side of his
head with mine, but he moved before I could, making me
groan in frustration. “You can be discrete, right?” he asked
rhetorically as his hands trailed from my ass to my thighs. I
gasped at the feather-like brush of his fingers on my inner
thighs, only inches away from my crotch. But at my reaction
he stopped once more, humming as he leaned back once more,
giving me a once over. “You’re in a pretty bad position for a
winner. I wonder how long you can stay like that, like a
stubborn, horny slut.” My eyes widened at his words but it
sent jolts coursing through my body, I rolled my hips against
him in need. He grinned broadly, grabbing my jaw, puckering
my lips in his grip. “Say the fucking words babe, and your
needy little self will get what she wants.” He was getting
impatient. I could see it and feel it, he wanted this as much as I
wanted it, maybe I could still win, if I played my cards right.

I chuckled and put my hands on his pants zipper, “I think

you’re also fucking needy, isn’t it tight in there?” His hands
were quick to grab mine, a breathless laugh escaping his
mouth. “There, there, you’re getting ahead of yourself. Let me
remind you who’s the needy one,” holding my hips, he rolled
them onto his bulge, making both of us scoff breathlessly.
Then I was the one to gasp when his hand slid under my shirt,
his nails ever so lightly scraping my back making me arch it in
surprise. “Alright- stop that it’s cheating.” “Oh, is it? My bad.
No touching you, is that right?” I hated the tone he was using,
it was mocking, it had an underlying meaning to it, but I
nodded, feeling a slight disappointment when he moved his
hand from my back. “But I can do this, right?” he asked,
unzipping his pants and sliding his hand inside his boxer as he
looked at me with a smirk. I stood there, mouth agape. Was he
really planning on getting off right there, without fucking me?
“Tetsu.” I said in a warning tone, letting my eyes trail from his
lower parts to his face.

“It’s not cheating, babe. You’ll have to say the words soon, or
I’ll just finish this off first-“ I grabbed his hand to stop him
from moving, and he reacted just as fast with his other hand to
my throat. It wasn’t too tight, but it was just enough to make
me understand to stop fucking around, and at the same time it
made my throbbing a lot stronger. “No fucking touching. I
knew you were a slut, needy for my cock but you give in
first.” He breathed seductively, his hold on my neck tightening
just slightly. Looking at me dead in the eyes, he smiled, almost
reassuringly, uttering my name under his breath, “Say it for
me.” I frowned, looking at his lips as he mouthed the words
and I followed, “I lost,” I almost spat, looking at his
glimmering eyes, “Give me your victory fuck,” I finished,
looking off to the side. I heard him tsk as he made me face
him, “Who? Whose victory fuck is this? Mm? Again babe,” he
made a gesture with his hand as if he was rewinding. He then
let go of my neck and grabbed my jaw once more, I sighed,
my face heating up by the second. “I lost. Give me your
victory fuck, Tetsu.” I could barely hear myself, but it was
enough for him.

With a heavy sigh he smiled, “See! It wasn’t that bad, right?

Come on, remove what’s in the way babe.” He pulled at the
hem of my pants, before letting me stand up. I took off my
pants, underwear and shoes, before carefully wrapping his
jacket around my waist and sitting back on his lap. There was
a pout on his face when he saw the jacket on my ass, “Aww,
you don’t want to let everyone enjoy the view of your ass?”
Rolling my eyes, I grabbed his hair and angled his face so that
he was looking up at me as I straddled his lap. “I didn’t peg
you as someone who’d share-“ “And you’re fucking right,” he
grabbed my chin roughly then kissed me with just as much
passion, “Because you’re mine, and I get to do what I please
with you.” He explained, breathless. When he started placing
open mouth kisses on my neck, nipping my skin here and
there, I grinded against him to get myself going, to get any
kind of friction. In the heat of the moment, I slide one finger
inside myself but got stopped the moment it brushed my
sensitive spot.

Opening my eyes suddenly, I gave my boyfriend a look of

disbelief. “What-“ “No touching unless you beg for it, ask
nicely.” He said as he pressed gentle kisses on my neck, then
down to my collarbone, his tongue brushing slowly against my
skin before he started sucking it; One of his hand was still
holding mine, while the other was gripping my waist tight.
“Kuroo- are you kidding me?” Stopping his activities, he
looked up at me lustfully, his surprised face turning into a
more serious one. “Do I look like I’m kidding?” “I hate it
when you do that, just let me-“ I couldn’t help the gasp that
escaped my lips when his finger entered me, “I said beg, you
can do that for me right? I know you want more of this,
because you’re my needy slut, right?” His unoccupied hand
was now grabbing his cock as he started stroking himself to
the view while I rocked my hips against his finger, trying to
feel more. I begged him for more, I begged him to add fingers,
to fuck me right but he did not move. Instead he slowed down,
his smirk widening. “Fuck’s sake- don’t fuck around, I did
what you wanted-“ “I won’t fuck around, I’ll fuck you babe
but I want you tight for me.”

He removed his finger to pull out his wallet and grab a

condom, while he opened the packed and rolled it on his cock,
I slid two fingers inside my throbbing core; Curling them how
I liked it while brushing my thumb over my sensitive nub, my
head was resting against his shoulder as I kept moving,
working hard to get closer to relief. It made him huff to see me
pleasuring myself so he grabbed my wrist to stop me, he
slowly brought my fingers to his mouth as he ran his tongue
over it, getting them clean. “Did I not say to beg? Come on-“
Wanting to feel him, I did not need to be told twice, so I leaned
in and whispered in his ear, “Fuck me, please,” he groaned at
the sensation of my breath against his skin but only laughed
shortly, a strained laugh, but he managed to say, “I’m sure you
can do better kitten, beg like I know you can.” I hated it, but I
loved it. It was embarrassing, humiliating, but hot. He was an
asshole, but the best. I continue to whisper what he wanted to
hear, throwing my pride aside even though it hurt to do so. I
started peppering his jaw with kisses, then his neck, and it’s
when I started attacking his neck that he let out another
strained chuckled and he told me that he needed me.

Lifting me up slightly with his hands under my thighs, he

helped me onto his cock, my knees supporting me on each side
of him as I slowly eased myself on his erected member. We
were both breathing erratically at the feeling of one another,
my hands were gripping his shirt as I focused on the stinging
pain but it slowly faded away once he was fully sheathed and
not moving. We waited like that a moment, our breaths mixing
as our forehead were touching. The tenderness was interrupted
when someone called out our names from the terrace, and I
was about to get off of him when he put his hands on my back
and kept me there. “Put your head on my shoulder, trust me.”
He whispered hurriedly; I followed his direction as he called
back asking what they wanted. The person asked if everything
was okay, and as the good liar he was, Tetsurou said, “We’re
coming soon, she’s just a bit on edge. Give us like 20 minutes,
we’ll come back!” The person seemed to be satisfied with that
answer and left without any more question, leaving us on our
own once more

“They’re gone, you can fuck yourself on my cock now.” He

said cockily. I looked up at him in half-shock, but rolled my
hips once, twice, and stopped, giving him a smirk. He was
watching intently my actions and looked up in frustration
when I stopped. “Oh, no. If you’re going to act like that, I have
no choice but fuck the brattiness out of you, babe. You don’t
fucking tease me, I tease you.” Then without a warning he
grabbed me by the waist and started lifting me up to meet his
thrusts, he was hitting the bottom each time, lifting me high
enough so that only the tip of his cock was inside me before
thrusting it back in without ever stopping. He wasn’t slowing
down either, just fucking me, and the only balance I had was
my hands on his shoulders but at some point, I followed his
instructions and actually started fucking myself on his cock.
We were both panting, grunting and moaning wordlessly,
mouths open and heat surrounding the both of us.

When he let go of my waist, I kept riding him, hoping to reach

an orgasm, and while I was close it was not enough. I needed
more stimulation, so with all I could muster I uttered, “More,
touch.” He seemed to understand where I was coming from
and nodded eagerly, his smile ever so present as he paid extra
attention to my clit. I let my head fall back, arching my back at
the added stimulation. I quickly covered my mouth when a
louder moan escaped my mouth. “There it is, that’s it babe
scream for me. I’m close too- here let me,” Without a warning
he helped me onto my back and started fucking me roughly,
grunting at each thrust. He liked it better when he could just
put my leg over his shoulder and fuck me senseless, and so did
I. I desperately gripped his biceps while my free hand was
playing with my clit, bringing me closer and closer to release.
Opening my eyes, I had not realized I had closed, I smiled
although I believe it did not look like much with the elation I
was feeling, my mouth opening every time he’d thrust back
inside me.

“You’re so hot right now-“ my voice went in a higher pitch

when I felt him hit the right spot and a loud moan ripped my
throat. Realizing what he was going, he smirked before
repeating exactly the same action, “If you could see yourself
right now, so pretty for me. You feel so good, doesn’t it feel
good to lose, babe?” He was out of breath as he said so, but it
made me feel so hot suddenly. Maybe it was the reminder of
having lost his stupid game but I did not have time to
overthink that I saw white, my head lolling back as I arched
my back into him once more, a throaty moan escaping me one
final time. With a few more thrusts, he found his release too
before pulling out of me with a slick noise. I felt my back a bit
sore from the sudden change when he slammed me back on
the bench, and my thighs too from the position he fucked me
in but other than that, I felt great. So fucking great. Lifting my
arm, I heard my boyfriend chuckled as he helped me sit up, a
proud grin on his face. “That good, uh?”

I rolled my eyes, asking him to hand me my clothes back,

which he did without hesitation. “We should probably hurry
up, we took more than 20 minutes.” He said softly as he
zipped his pants back, asking me to give him a tissue from his
jacket pocket. Once I finished putting on my shoes, I patted
the pockets and handed it to him, only to see him dropped the
closed used condom in it. I couldn’t help but laugh at the
though of him, having that condom in a tissue, probably in his
pocket, until he found the trash inside. “Hey, don’t laugh babe,
I do what I can. I respect my bro enough to not just throw that
like that you know?” He said in a joking tone as he stood up, I
followed and took his hand in mine, smiling. “So, do we still
get to have another victory fuck when we get home or…” I
pondered out loud, wanting more of him but willing to wait
until we got home. “Baaabe,” he drawled, looking at me with
fake shock, “Did you read my mind?” chuckling, he leaned in
and kissed me longingly, “Of course there will be another
round, this was like- an amuse-bouche, you know? I’ll fuck
you right once we’re home, promised.” I loved how he could
say things like that so lightly, it made me smile like an idiot
for some reason.

Walking back to the house, he whispered right before we got

in, “And if you’re good, I’ll edge you just right babe.” I almost
choked on my saliva as Kuroo walked to the kitchen to throw
his tissue before coming back. When Bokuto saw us enter the
living room he rushed to our side, “Guys! What happened? Is
everything alright-“ he stopped himself and gave us a look. A
long look. A knowing look. Then he looked at my boyfriend.
“Bro, I said ok for the toilets. It better-“ Interrupting him,
Kuroo scoffed, smiling, “It’s clean bro, I’m not sloppy don’t
worry. And I’m not guilty, not really, I said I couldn’t promise
shit. And she was impatient for me to fuck her pretty little-“
“Alriiight, games? Anyone? Bit of fun? Party people, let’s get
some drinks.” I said before leaving the two friends and joining
the other at the table.

I couldn’t handle him talking so freely about our sex life, but I
couldn’t blame him considering they were best friends. And
that’s why I had to leave them on their own when those time
came. This was the cons of dating a man that was ready to
expose your deepest kinks just to tease.

But fuck was it a good teasing though. And was the fuck good
too.
End Notes

Hello young people, I am offering this. That’s it.

Don’t hesitate to give me feedbacks or make requests! I
need content, love me some Haikyuu, I’m more of a
Bokuto whore but I do love some Kuroo when time
comes. Amirite people? Ha.
Hopefully it’s nice enough for yall!
Enjoy!
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