open relationship!kuroken, in which Kenma walks in on you and Kuroo fucking :P
Kenma and kuro, your best friends ever since you three were kids. Who knew they were keeping a little secret from you, a can of worms to open—but instead of worms it’s butterflies.
Kuroo always held a yearly birthday party with all of his friends involved. You and Kenma along with some other dudes from their volleyball team. You didn’t exactly plan to give him extra dessert but here you are.
You two had snuck off after teasing whispers at each other had been thrown. The rest of the idiots too drunk to notice you and Kuroo’s disappearance. Except for Kenma of course.
🍎⸝꙳.˖
“Shit.. if I’d known you were this tight I’d made my move on ya a lot faster baby.” He called out while ramming into you. You clawed at the sheets, embarrassed at how well he’s messing you up after all that big talk you were doing.
Slapping fills the air, so does the creaking of his same bed you’d have sleepovers with him and Kenma on before. “Mhph..” his ears perked up at the noise you made. “That’s it~ make some noise for your dearest birthday boy.
With every thrust of his, it mutes your thoughts telling you that this is wrong. How you shouldn’t break friendship or some shit. Another thought..it’s staying persistent somehow with all the arousal fogging your brain. Questions about Kenma—why are you thinking about him? Why even ask that.. you know why. You want him to join, greedy.
“A-Ah — fuck Kuroo!—slow down!” He raises his eyebrows at the plea. “Careful princess, gonna have the whole house hearing just how pretty the noises you’re making for me are right now.” Registering his words you roll your eyes, bold for someone getting pounded. “B—Bet they can feel you shaking the whole damn house then~” If anything, that turned Kuroo on further. (if possible.) He’d always admired how you’re always able to stay a stubborn brat.
Another cocky reply was about to fall from his lips before getting interrupted. His eyes turn to the now open door. Kenma staring, before closing the door behind him after he had walked in.
Your initial response was to cover yourself or freak out, but.. something about the person being Kenma made you lay helpless as you continued onto taking the never stopping thrusts from Kuroo. 
“A-Ah? Kenma!—what’re you—“ Your confusion is cut off as he casually says to Kuroo, “You couldn’t have invited me earlier? I wanted to take her virginity you know..” He addresses in that quiet tone of his. You’re heart skips a beat at his words. This had to be a wet dream of some sort, right?
“Sorry babe, it’s my b-day so dibs gotta fall to me.” Kenma scoffs at Kuroo’s reasoning. They were having a conversation while Kuroo was fucking you. “Whatever, I’ll make her cum first then, pull out.” Kuroo let’s out a whine. “Fine—fine.” He gently pulls out of you, sending you a teasing smile at the look of confusion on your face.
“Wait-wait what?” You finally interrupt. “Hm?” Kenma turns his gaze to you, blush deepening but listening in still. You don’t know where to begin to ask questions. Kuroo laughs at the small interaction between you and Kenma. “C’mon babe, you out of all people gotta know that WE know you’re into us like that. Take this as a reminder to never leave your tumblr around while using the bathroom, that search bar was oddly specific.”
You try to stammer out a response, no stubborn comment to put out now. You just let out a needy moan as a response instead. Kenma flinches at the pure vulgarity of it. Your thighs squeeze together while looking at them with anticipating eyes.
Kenma walks over, standing over the bed while admiring your nude body. He’s seen it occasionally—accidental of course, this feels different knowing you’re instead naked for him now. He pulls his cock out giving it a few strokes. He rubs it against your slit, letting out a soft moan at the feeling. “Mm, you’re wet.” He comments before looking up at you. With a nod of confrontation from you he slowly slides in his cock.
Kuuro, standing beside the bed and lazily stroking his cock speaks up. “You don’t have to prep like that, I already did that.” He says watching the scene before him.
“Gee, thanks.” Kenma replies sarcastically his slim hand comes up to your waist, cupping around it softly. His other hand matches. He starts to thrust into you. For someone unathletic he sure knows how to reach just where’s right, right pace too. A little softer than Kuroo’s but better aim. Kuuro’s hand snakes to play with one of your boobs.
Hw turns to you, smiling. He grabs his phone off of his nightstand. “Mind if I?” He refers to recording you. In your fucked out state you can only let out a little hum of approval. The video hits record and Kuroo’s angling it just right.
“S-Send that to me later..” Kenma says breathily while fucking you.
You start to feel heat burn in your lower stomach. Kenma can feel it from the way your walls are clenching him over so deviously. “Kuuro, get her clit.”
Kuuro laughs, “so bossy.” He tilts the camera down, it watching his thumb circle your clit roughly in circles. A hot mess that camera is catching, your pussy throbbing, clit getting abused and Kenma pounding you all in one clip.
“S-Shit!- I’m gonna cum!-“ your whimpered words fade into moans as you gush around Kenma. He gives a few brutal thrusts, holding in his cum. He waits until you finish and then he pulls out right as he’s cumming, it shoots all over your stomach.
You realize Kuroo had come too, spraying loads out to mix with Kenma’s cum on your torso.
“Mhh.. best fucking birthday ever. Got to see a babe fucking another.”
You all got together btw ღゝ◡╹ )ノ
Tag list : @ohio-gyatt-mega-sigma-rizzler @omgkawaiiangel-chaan
— two volleyball boys start a “harmless” podcast about winning you over, and end up running a cult of your admirers.
kuroo tersurō x f!reader x kozume kenma
c: fluff!!
save me pls
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
there’s something deliciously unhinged about two guys in a cramped bedroom studio whispering like conspirators over cheap microphones. the red “recording” light glows like an altar candle. it hums, casting soft halos over messy wires and empty ramen cups. on one side, kuroo tetsurō leans in like a villain out of a saturday morning cartoon, wild hair defying gravity, a grin sharp enough to cut glass. across from him sits kenma, hunched over his laptop, thumbs moving in lazy arcs, eyes half-lidded but deadly focused. the podcast is supposed to be a joke — a silly little strategy session called “y/n will be ours eventually”.
supposed to be.
except now it’s episode nineteen, and they’re trending number one on spotify. their intro song is a distorted volleyball whistle. there’s fanart. there’s merch. and there’s a hashtag trending on twitter: #iwanty/n.
the comments pour in:
@ inlovewu : bro, i don’t even know her but i think i’m in love.
@ gojo: move over kuroo & kenma. y/n’s mine now.
@ killmpls: if y/n likes cats i’ll become a cat.
and it’s driving kuroo insane. in his head, you’re not a trending topic. you’re a cathedral. a soft thing he wants to hold between his palms like a secret. kenma’s no better; he pretends to scroll, but he’s reading every single message about you and screenshotting them for a folder named “evidence of unworthy peasants.”
“our listeners are getting brave,” kuroo mutters into the mic, voice dark honey. “too brave. like moths to a flame.”
kenma doesn’t look up from his switch. “we’re the flame.”
kuroo smirks. “nah. we’re the sun. and she’s—”
“—the galaxy.” kenma’s voice is flat but it lands like a confession.
their audience eats it up. thousands of strangers listening in as two boys dissect every small detail about you like cartographers of a sacred land. they whisper about your favorite snacks, the way your laugh tilts at the end, the exact shade of your sweater last tuesday. kuroo’s metaphors get weirder every week: “she’s the final boss, kenma, but she’s also the rare loot drop.” kenma just nods and says, “i already got her in my party.”
it’s unholy and adorable. their listeners call it “romantic,” like a slow-burn audio drama, not realizing the boys are deadly serious.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
you stumble upon the podcast by accident. at first you think it’s some random fan thing. you’re lying in bed, scrolling, and someone tags you in a clip. you press play.
“episode sixteen: fortifying our defenses.”
kuroo’s voice rolls out of your speaker like warm smoke. “we need new tactics, kenma. she smiled at that guy at the konbini today.”
kenma’s deadpan. “that guy was ninety.”
“exactly. even the elderly are a threat.”
you choke on your tea.
the comments are full of people making heart emojis. someone’s edited kenma’s face onto a medieval knight holding a sword labeled “y/n’s honor.”
“they’re ridiculous,” you murmur, cheeks warm. but you don’t close the app.
the next clip shows kuroo practically hissing. “listeners, we know you’re out there. stop flirting with her. i will bench press a building. i will fold you like laundry.”
kenma adds softly, “i can hack you.”
and the worst part? they sound… sincere.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
the next time you see them in person, it’s at nekoma’s practice. kuroo’s in his captain hoodie, sweat dripping down his neck. kenma’s sitting cross-legged on the bench, headphones on, fingers twitching on a controller. they look normal. they look like boys you’ve known for years. but now you can’t un-hear their voices echoing through your phone speakers at midnight.
kuroo notices you first. his grin is blinding. “hey, kitten.”
kenma lifts his eyes just enough. “hi.”
your heart does a weird flutter. “hi…”
they’re both a little too close when they talk. kuroo leans down until his hair shadows your face. kenma angles his screen so you can see a pixel art character that suspiciously looks like you, complete with your favorite hoodie.
“cute, right?” kenma mumbles.
“uh…” you swallow. “very.”
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
back in the “studio,” kuroo’s pacing. “she heard it,” he mutters, dragging his hands through his hair. “she definitely heard it.”
kenma shrugs. “good.”
“good?”
kenma sets his controller down, looks at kuroo with that lazy cat-gaze. “yeah. maybe she’ll finally realize.”
kuroo stops pacing. “realize what?”
“that we’re not playing.”
kuroo’s grin creeps back. “you’re scary, kenma.”
kenma yawns. “you’re worse.”
they both laugh, low and conspiratorial, like villains in a fairytale who’ve been waiting centuries for the heroine to wander into their forest.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
the turning point happens one rainy evening. you’re scrolling again and see a new episode notification:
“special episode: confession rehearsal”
you shouldn’t press play. you do anyway.
kuroo’s voice is softer than usual. “this isn’t a game anymore, kenma.”
“wasn’t a game to begin with,” kenma replies.
“she deserves everything,” kuroo says. “if she asked for the moon, i’d…” he trails off.
kenma finishes: “steal it for her.”
and then there’s a beat of silence, like they’re both looking at something you can’t see.
you’re blushing so hard it feels like a fever.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
the next day, you march straight to their “studio” (kuroo’s bedroom, really). you don’t knock. you push the door open and find them mid-recording, kuroo gesturing wildly, kenma tapping notes into his laptop. the red recording light glows.
“hi,” you say, breathless.
they both freeze. kuroo’s eyes go wide. kenma blinks like a cat caught in the sun.
“y/n—” kuroo starts.
you cut him off by walking straight up to them. “i’ve been listening.”
kenma’s hands still on his keyboard. “oh.”
“‘oh’? that’s all you have to say?” your voice wavers. “you two have been—i don’t even know—broadcasting your crush like it’s a sports commentary. and now there’s a whole army of strangers flirting with me because of it!”
kuroo runs a hand over his face, grinning sheepish. “yeah… about that—”
“no. listen.” you step closer, so close you can see the freckles on kuroo’s nose, the soft flicker of kenma’s lashes. “it’s ridiculous. it’s over the top. it’s… kind of…”
“kind of?” kuroo prompts, eyes hopeful.
“kind of really sweet,” you whisper.
kenma’s mouth actually parts.
“you two are idiots,” you continue, cheeks flaming. “but you’re my idiots.”
before either of them can react, you lean forward and kiss kuroo first — quick, warm, your hands sliding up his hoodie to the back of his neck. his gasp vibrates against your lips. when you pull back, his grin is shattered, breathless, eyes wide like he’s been hit by lightning.
then you turn to kenma. he looks stunned, frozen in place. you cup his cheek with your hand, thumb brushing over his skin, and kiss him too — slower, softer, like a secret. he tastes like sweet tea. when you pull away, his pupils are blown, lips parted, a faint pink creeping over his pale face.
the room is silent except for the hum of the mic.
kuroo’s voice cracks when he finally speaks. “kitten…”
kenma swallows hard. “you’re going to kill us.”
“maybe,” you murmur, smiling. “but at least you’ll die happy.”
kuroo laughs, low and shaky, and pulls you into his arms. kenma hesitates a second, then joins, his head pressing into your shoulder. it’s warm. it smells like shampoo and rain.
the recording light stays on. the microphones catch it all — the laughter, the quiet “we love you”s, the soft noises of three hearts colliding in a messy bedroom that’s suddenly holy ground.
and somewhere out there, thousands of listeners hear it and go feral. yes, they posted it, like some freaks. but you don’t care. not anymore.
right now, it’s just you and them, tangled up, a galaxy in a room too small for it, burning and blooming at the same time.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
a: i finished this minutes ago but i rlly couldn’t be bothered to write the tags. i’m still in class 🤑
here's a 10-item collection of my favorite haikyuu !! works that haven't yet degraded in quality. a handful of gems, in order. fluff ranked separately.
taming maddog
clingy!lev crushing on reader [part one] [part two]
jealous!oikawa x tutor!reader
rough!asahi playfighting series [part one] [part two] [drabble]
tsukki using toys on feral!reader
tsukiyama are incapable of sharing you
entire kuroken sharing series [part one] [part two] [final part]
needy!suna x manager!reader
mattsun x oblivious reader (pure fluff)
daichi x track team!reader meetcute (pure fluff)
oikawa crushing on quiet!reader (pure fluff)
taming maddog was inspired by some really, really good maddog edits. my basis of 'all good things start with an edit' philosophy. reader concept taken by the feral!reader x asahi (hm) work i did before that. i was thirsting for kyoutani long before i wrote it, but couldn't come up with anything good until i watched a few of those and sat verrry still for a while.
clingy!lev was inspired by a very. real. interaction i had in a bar (before i met my hubby). and all the dialogue was spun from that night. no, nothing happened, but it was so charged and i wanted to eat that boy alive. i just kinda wrote everything i felt, so it is a self-insert in a way.
jealous!oikawa was inspired by the bitterness i had in my heart for oikawa and the amount of requests i was getting for dom!oikawa. it was a lash out. and a very funny backfire, because i was not prepared for the lustbomb in my inbox afterwards. the cafe setting and nerd-friend dialogue was taken from real conversations + one of my fav places to study at, back in high school. i've since softened on oikawa, but he was a frustrating watch and read.
navigation. full, condensed list of my works.
Ი𐑼 note. hee hee as you can see, i learned gradient text and im obsessed
There's not enough Kuroken x reader content out there so i'm writing more. Today, I offer you a small drabble
cw: kiiind of threesome, kenma is pussy-whipped and kind of obsessed, a little rough, a little angsty at the end lol
"You have more fangirl pussy than you know how to deal with and yet the only one you want is my girlfriend's." Kuroo cackles, his cat-like golden eyes watching everything unfold from the armchair he's parched up on.
"Shut up." Kenma mutters, his hips smacking harder into yours, as if that could help relieve the frustration he felt towards Kuroo. "Nobody else feels as good as she does. Could fucking die and heaven wouldn't be as good as her, ah- nasty cunt."
You whine at the insult and Kenma only grins, not feeling guilty at all.
You're splayed out underneath Kenma's body, hands clutching at the expensive silk sheets of his bed, head held down, face all but smushed into the pillow by Kenma's hand laid on top of it. Your lips are opened in a soft 'o', moans and drool slipping out easily. Kenma can't find himself minding.
"A bit sacrilegious, no?" Kuroo cackles again, the hyena-like sound bouncing off of the walls. Kenma offers him a bored, unimpressed gaze.
"Good- feel good, ah! Too much, too-" you babble, your dictionary reduced to only a few select words.
You're doing your best to meet his harsh, erratic thrusts, to clench around him, but all coherent thoughts have left your head soon after the second orgasm from his tongue.
"Too much? Awh, is it too much for my fragile baby?" Kenma scoffs, tugging at your hair, arching your back even more harshly, "Well, too bad. You'll just have to lay there all pretty and take it."
The only sounds in the bedroom of Kenma's penthouse are your boyfriend's snickering and the wet squelching of your pussy, the clear liquid spilling out, running down your thighs, staining the neatly trimmed hair above Kenma's pretty, long cock currently battering your insides.
Kenma's hand leaves your hair to tap against your flushed cheek twice.
"C'mon, you're not even talking anymore. Does it even feel good?"
Your bleary eyes struggle to stay open as you meet his half-lidded gaze. Your lips part open to answer, to confirm that it feels extemely good, to snark that the fact that you orgasmed 5 times already is enough proof, but Kenma delivers a perticularly well-timed thrust, angling his narrow hips to smack the tip of his cock against your g-spot and you're left to whine and moan his name dumbly.
Kuroo finally rises from his seat, striding towards the bed, sitting by your side, his large hand coming to caress your face as Kenma lets out a scoff.
"Don't be so mean to the poor thing. Like you'd have energy to talk after cumming 5 times." Kuroo leans down, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose, but you know better than to believe that he actually feels bad for you. He coos, the smug bastard, "Baby's just tired, huh?"
"Don't give a- fuck." Kenma snarls, breaking every word with a thrust, making your belly tighten up, another high already approaching, the hints of overstimulation stabbing at your insides, "Find another use for her- ngh- mouth, if she can't even fucking talk."
Kenma tries so hard to stay nonchalant and collected and cool, but the way your pussy is spasming around his dick is making his breath catch in his lungs. He loves his best friend, but there's nothing he wishes for more than for you to leave him, to be his. He could fuck you everyday instead of once a month when Kuroo felt generous enough, he'd pay for everything you ever wished for, he wouldn't be lazy when it came to your pleasure, he'd fuck you and fuck you until you couldn't think of anything but him and-
His attention is pulled out of his spiralling thoughts as he hears your moans become muffled, blinking away the haze, watching how Kuroo's cock slips in and out of your mouth, how it bulges against your cute cheek, how your gaze catches his best friend's eyes so lovingly.
Kenma feels like he'll be sick, like his heart is going into overdrive. You never hold the same adoration for him. Instead, his lithe fingers slide underneath your perfect body, drowning out your soft gags as he rubs circles against your stiffened clit. He can't offer you everything he wants to, so he'll settle for pleasure.
SPRING FEVER|| DAY 8 || Lessons
❀ overstimulation || kuroken x chubby!reader
❀ cw/tags: overstimulation, titty sucking, dom kuroo, eager kenma, afab reader, reader referred to as she/her, fingering, implied oral sex, taking turns, slight objectification, threesome, vaginal sex, based off this ask
❀ wc: 730
❀ knight's spring fever masterlist ❀ honee's spring fever masterlist
❀ MDNI ❀
Why did you agree to this again? That's right— your boyfriend, Kenma, wants to learn how to please you better.
—
You're legs open to the two men on either side of you. Kenma, watching intently with one hand on your thigh, and Kuroo, three fingers deep in your pussy with his free hand holding your other thigh. The black haired man pumps his fingers in and out of you while talking over your moans.
"And you take it at a good pace," Kuroo explains, "and don't forget to curl your fingers because the g-spot is most likely higher than you think."
Kenma, in his soft tone, rasps, "How do I know when she's going to cum?"
While they talk, your thick thighs shake and Kuroo presses his thumb on your bundle of nerves. You arch arch your back and chase the man's fingers with your wide hips as he increases his pace. Chasing your peak until your vision whites out, your moans ring in Kenma's ears.
"That's how."
"Let me do it now." Kenma urges. A beat goes by and the streamer asks you, "Is that okay?"
You nod, absently. "I'm good."
The shifting of bodies and hands make you shudder as you recover. Whispering and low voices drift over to you; gently, oh so gently, slender fingers trace your puffy folds. They gather the slick seeping out of you and tease your clit, making your thighs close.
Or rathe, you would close your legs if it wasn't for two big hands on your knees. Peeling your eyes open, the sight of Kuro leaning over Kenma's side with his hands keeping you in place. The younger man uses your stunned silence to plunge his own fingers into your tender cunt. His fingers mimic Kuroo's actions from moments ago.
You knew its going to be a long night when, after you came a second time, they shared a look then turned to you with similar smirks.
—
After three more orgasms— they both ate you out— Kuroo announced it was time for Kenma to learn how to use his cock properly.
"How're you feeling, sweet thing?" Kuroo asks as he stretches your already sensitive pussy with his thick cock.
You wheeze, unable to say much, "You're big."
The man laughs and sinks to the hilt, touching your cervix with his bulbous tip. "Yeah, baby, I know." He shifts his attention to Kenma, who is sucking on your tits. The younger man is ripped of your breasts, a string of spit connects his lips to your nipple, by Kuro's hand in his hair to lock eyes with him.
"The key to mind-blowing sex is to," Kuroo starts thrusting his cock in and out of you, your breasts bounce on every thrust, "make sure you keep—ah— hitting every nerve she has. Get her nice and stretched and then you can fill her up as much as you like."
"I know that." The grown-out, bottle blond sasses. "Everyone knows that. I want to know how to get her to cum on my dick every time."
The back haired man looks down at you pausing his rhythm. "You don't cum when he's fucking you? Poor baby."
"Only sometimes." You pant.
"Well, I can fix that." He smirks. Suddenly, he pulls out. You whine and clench down on nothing as Kuroo gently moves Kenma by the hair into his spot between your legs.
Kenma's cock slap against your folds when the other man takes him in his fist and teases your folds with Kenma's cockhead. Kuroo presses Kenma's leaky tip on your clit and drags it to your hole.
The older man pushes the fake blond's hips down to sheath into you with his guidance and you gasp in over stimulation and Kenma moans like a whore. Kuroo coaches, hands on the streamers waist and ass, to move his hips in a grinding motion so his pelvis rubs your clit.
"This is how we get her to cum all over us." The older man growls.
Kenma folds himself over you, putting his arms by your head to cage you in. As Kenma fucks his cock into you, you feel hands that aren't your boyfriend's touch where you and him are connected.
The man inside of you moans into your ear, "As many times as it takes."
The unspoken 'all three of us' echoes in your mind.
summary: You first happened to become friends with Kuroo through a college group project, and of course you start to develop a sort of crush on him. You think it's all over when you find out he has a boyfriend, but then you become friends with him too, and it all gets much more complicated
a/n: there were some particular kenma x transguy/transmasc reader x kuroo fics on here that inspired me but i can't find them now. if anyone knows of some feel free to comment or send asks about them, i'd love to rb
You and Kuroo happened to meet in a Botany class you both took on a whim since it was near other classes you were taking. You sat down in the first open spot you saw, and he was late so one of the last seats open that day happened to be right next to you. Then you got randomly selected to be together in a group project.
A group project that turned out to be a nightmare and mostly a duo project between you two. You bonded that way. Through many late nights and complaining about your slacking and absent group mates when you took breaks.
At that point in college you hadn't kept in contact with much of anyone if you had only taken one class together, you needed more exposure than that. Kuroo knew everyone, as you would come to learn. And he was persistent when it came to you. Constantly inviting you out and over to do things together, even if you didn't necessarily need to. Then it became clear that he really wanted you to stay when you were able to meet his old high school friends and volleyball teammates. You never hesitated when it came to him either, to be fair, you always took the offers he handed you.
Technically, the first time you met Kenma was over a phone call.
It was Friday and you were having a movie marathon of some stupid series that Kuroo claimed one of his friends recommended as a funny time. Kuroo was in the kitchen rummaging through his barren college boy cupboards for enough snacks that you wouldn't have to bother getting up.
You could hear his phone ring, and how quickly he picked up for whoever was on the line. On the couch, you were scrolling, not paying any type of attention to what Kuroo was saying. However, you couldn't help but tune in when you heard your name being mentioned. Seconds later nothing else came up and you were able to tune back out and go back to mindlessly waiting and passing the time.
Until Kuroo yelled, and walked into the room to you, holding his phone out. You raised an eyebrow and looked between Kuroo and his phone a few times.
"Someone wants to talk to you. He's not gonna be mean to you, it's fine." Kuroo said, really not explaining anything.
"Well, I don't think he should promising that just yet." A smooth, low voice said as you held the phone to your ear.
"Hello?" You asked.
The voice on the other end of the line just sharply responded with your name and you wished you could do the same, lacking all the context you wanted to have.
"Why is Kuroo promising you're not gonna be mean to me? I don't know you, you don't know me."
"He hasn't mentioned me at all? Oh my god, Kuroo." The mysterious phone voice sighed. "I'm his boyfriend and one of his high school volleyball teammates."
Looking at Kuroo, you suddenly imagined this mysterious guy as someone also equally tall and buff and could probably break you in half if he had a problem with you. You didn't know another other volleyball players, as far as you knew, but you could imagine the general sports guy body as needing all that muscle and strength.
"Kuroo has a boyfriend? I think he should worry about you going for him now, not me."
"You're right about that. I guess that idiot needs me for a reason, cause he's certainly not the brain in any relationship. Give the phone back."
You looked at Kuroo from the corner of your eye and he's certainly nervous but trying to hide it, very poorly. Pulling at a hangnail, picking at some random spot on his skin. You wonder how this happened and why, but that's only for Kuroo, and now Kenma to know, you suppose. You start to hand the phone over, and Kuroo looks at you, but you hastily pull it back to your ear.
"Wait! What's your name?" You can't help asking, wanting to know, for some inexplicable reason.
"Kozume Kenma."
You turn the name over in your mind. It sounds familiar for some reason, but you know you didn't go to the same school as Kuroo in high school, both of you having moved from opposite directions towards the university.
Now, you actually handed the phone back over, but it's just a short goodbye between the two that promises more to come later.
"Uh, sorry about that? I didn't expect Kenma to call me right now. I don't even know what he wanted, he didn't say anything." Kuroo apologizes, somehow just about as confused as you are about the whole thing.
"Oh, no! It's fine, just didn't expect it. I didn't think he'd want to talk to me. It was weird that he was being so, like, scary, I guess. Like he needs to intimidate me, yknow?" You said quietly.
Kuroo softened his posture, staring at you with a half smile.
"Don't worry about it. If you ever meet him in person, you'll see that he's just sort of weird. He's younger than me but he's always protected my feelings, even if he pretends not to. He played volleyball in high school just because I wanted him to. He enjoyed it by the end though, so I was happy."
Kuroo smile grew, presumably remembering those times between them, and you couldn't help but do the same, even if you had a little twinge in your chest. Their relationship was endearing, and you could see how much they cared, and you wanted something like that for yourself one day. Instead, you could quietly be a little envious, wanting.
The first time you met Kenma was during a week long break where you had no one to go home to, all gone on their own trips out in the world at the same time. You had told Kuroo about it when he asked where you were going. He had told you that Kenma was coming down for a while, having taken some time off work, and that they could come hang out for a while. You brushed it off, telling Kuroo not to go out of his way like that and drag his boyfriend along too.
Kuroo shook his head and used his height to pat your head, saying it wouldn't be a problem for either of them. Adding that they might not stay long but someone had to make sure you wouldn't get lonely. You huffed but couldn't find it in yourself to protest, which made Kuroo grin, probably thinking that he won.
Later that week, there was the half expected text from Kuroo saying that they'd be there in 15. Half expected, because even after everything Kuroo said, you weren't sure if they'd actually show up or not. Then an actual knock 15 minutes later. Surprisingly punctual, since Kuroo was at least a few minutes late all the time, to anything. It seemed Kozume might be the only person to actually keep Kuroo on track.
Rushing to answer the door, you fumbled with the lock a little when your hands shook. You hadn't really spoken with Kozume after that phone call, mostly it was just short greetings whenever Kuroo was talking to him.
When you did open the door and someone oddly familiar, and short, was there you were thrown off a little. Still, you had to do your best not to let some weird deja vu make a bad impression.
"Hey, you're actually here! I've got the kettle boiling, what's your poison?" You turned back and tried to give an easy grin, hoping you were coming across well.
Kozume just blinked at you for a moment before quietly saying, "hot chocolate."
You were a little caught off guard by his relative quiet against how aggressive he was on the phone, but you weren't about to complain about having someone not be rude to your face. Maybe he'd get back to that anyways if he got comfortable, so you'd take it while you had it.
Kuroo breezed past without even looking at the options you had, and you rolled your eyes at him. "You know what I like! Give me what you think is best."
"You guys can go sit down, by the way. No point standing here watching me." You gestured towards your living room, and Kuroo gladly took the opportunity, swinging an arm over his boyfriend's shoulders and moving away.
As soon as they weren't looking at you, you sighed quietly and let your shoulders fall. Making a good first impression in your own home was hard, but Kuroo was his usual self, annoying as he was, which must be a good thing.
It was fine, it really did end up being quite fun, even. Kozume took a little while to talk more and open up, so you mostly focused on talking to Kuroo, not wanting to force conversation that no one was ready for. Good for you, Kuroo did a lot of work including Kozume, and revealing things about the guy that he wouldn't have done himself.
The conversation strayed to what yours and Kuroo's future plans where, since from what Kuroo said, Kozume seemed to have a well-established job of some kind already. When you were able to get around to ask, Kuroo took the chance to jump in and brag about his boyfriend's job.
"He's a gaming streamer! He's gonna start his own company for it before he even graduates, my genius."
It was adorable to an almost insane degree how passionate Kuroo was about his boyfriend's job, but you had to admit it was founded. Being popular enough as a streamer to start your own company for it wasn't too common, even these days. You looked at Kozume, wondering how someone so quiet managed to stream and be so successful, which was when you realized.
"You're Kodzuken!" You exclaimed, almost spilling your drink when you leaned over.
Kozume's head whipped up and his eyes widened as he stared at you.
"Oh god, I'm not-" you stuttered, trying to clarify. "I'm not really a fan or anything. But some of my friends are? So they, like, put on your stream when we study together and stuff."
In attempting to make clear that you weren't a weird super fan, it seemed to you that you may have made it seem like the exact opposite instead. Kozume seemed to take the explanation fine, but it felt like he was eyeing you a little more suspiciously now, and you cursed yourself for running your mouth without thinking of the consequences.
"Good to know I have real fans, I guess. Not just a bunch of bots." Kozume quipped, and you couldn't help but snort into your mug.
The rest of the afternoon was quite fine, and you even began to get along with Kozume as he was talking more. By the end, it was getting dark, and you caught yourself thinking he was cute for a minute as he went on a rant about something Kuroo set him off about. You had to stop that thought in its tracks very quickly, because his boyfriend and your friend was laughing along adoringly.
They had to leave eventually, a sweet little restaurant dinner reserved after being away from each other for so long. It was a little sudden since none of you were paying attention to the time, and they apologized for having to leave so quickly, but you couldn't have kept them after that.
Your apartment felt horridly empty when they left, their voices long faded down the hallway. Your roommate had left that morning, so you were truly alone in the apartment for the forseeable future. Turning back into your living room, there was all the evidence that they had been there. Cleanliness be damned, you let it all stay, not wanting to let go of the evidence of their company so soon.
Denial is not a sustainable way to live. If you know about your feelings, if you really feel them, they will come to your mind and make you aware of them. You held onto the denial as long as reasonably possible, but there still came a day where you couldn't anymore.
You met Kenma, he told you to call him that eventually, time and time again after that. At first infrequently, but then you were with them for almost as long as the time set just for them.
Despite the commonality of your third wheeling, they never let you feel truly left out. It was like you were just three friends hanging out, so long as you didn't look at them holding hands, or edited the goodbye kisses from your memory. Okay, there were some undeniable moments, but other than that you weren't bothered. They turned to you on most decisions anyways, letting you pick where to go or what to do when there wasn't something planned.
It was after about a year with all of you as friends that you found it impossible to ignore. There was no vague longing for affection with someone out there, you wanted them, to hold their hands. The worst part was that it was both of them, so there was no escape and neither of them to talk to about it. In the beginning, you could hold their gazes with control and calm, but by the spring you would make eye contact with one, and then the other when you tried to look away.
It didn't help much that Kuroo and Kenma only became more comfortable as a couple around you. More and more affectionate when you knew that Kenma was generally uncomfortable with PDA. Around you, that didn't seem to apply.
You tried to be discreet and kind by not staring too much, but it made your heart ache. You wanted to be held by Kenma, for Kuroo to put his arm around your waist and hold you close.
Who knew what a simple group project would eventually lead you to?
There was always going to be a breaking point, there was just the question of how much weight you could take.
It was mid fighting game round, and Kuroo was out of lives already, so it was just you vs Kenma vs the hard level computer. The bot was more of an annoyance to you both, but it was kind of funny sometimes, so you came to an unspoken agreement to leave it and focus on each other.
You glanced over for a split second as Kuroo stood and kissed Kenma on the head, sweetly making sure he was out of the way before going to grab something from his room. Apparently, your gaze might have lingered a little longer than you thought, as you looked back and your character blindly ran off the edge you had easily avoided before.
Kenma surprised you by pausing the game as your character respawned. Your gaze was pulled to him, but he was already looking at you with his sharp, cat-like eyes. When they talked about their Nekoma volleyball days, it was clear that Kenma was the team's core, even if he didn't really want to be and didn't even like basketball all that much. He was the eyes and the brain of the tea, observing and developing a strategy to deceive and exploit the other team's weaknesses.
Now, all that calculation was turned to you, and you weren't sure what you'd do if he figured you out like he had done with all those opponents. The stakes were different for you now, because a lost game and a lost friendship could not be compared. You weren't sure if Kenma was waiting for you to say something as he just stared and you shifted uncomfortably. If he wanted to you could wait until Kuroo returned.
"How many times are you gonna watch us before you admit you want it?" Kenma said, quietly, and you almost didn't hear him past your heart pounding in your ears.
The rushing only got faster, louder, after he spoke. Your eyes locked onto something insignificant speck on the wall.
"What?" You finally squeaked out.
That wasn't what you meant to do at all. It was meant to be a complete, coherent sentence, wondering why he'd ever say something like that. But he already knew he was right, so what were you meant to do in the face of that.
"I've waited because Kuroo wanted you to come to us first, but I see you. So, how long are you gonna watch?"
You couldn't properly parse his tone about all of this, and that almost scared you worse than anything. Was he jealous? Confused? Upset? Maybe he was perfectly clear about it all, and your own judgement was clouding the air, but you'd never know the difference.
"Um, well, you're already together and you're... like perfect together, too. I like how it is now, this is good." You gestured vaguely between the two of you, trying to encompass that the friendship would always be enough.
Playing games in the same room, laughing together, seeing them in the same room, it was good enough. Kenma sighed, leaning back and leaving his controller in his lap.
"I'm not doing the rest of this conversation without him."
The sentence hovered in the air between you, but thankfully it wasn't long before Kuroo came back around the corner. He froze at the threshold, not still locked on the game like you were supposed to, battling for your characters lives.
"So, what happened? Did you beat his ass?" Kuroo tried to joke, make a joke at his gamer boyfriend's expense, but it didn't quite land in the moment.
Kuroo hesitated a moment longer before stepping into the room and taking back his previous spot between the two of you.
"I did the thing you told me not to do." Kenma sighed, surely watching his boyfriend out of the corner of his eye.
Kuroo reacted immediately, sitting up like a spring that had just been released. You could catch the edge of his shock as he looked at Kenma, then tried to tamp it down as he turned to you. You who hadn't moved an inch other than the nervous spinning of your fingers.
"So, what do you think?"
You knew what you thought about the whole thing, what you were hoping for. What you weren't so sure about now, was what to do. Could you backtrack and deny it? There was no getting past the fact that you had implied your feelings to Kenma already. So, if they were going to leave you behind after this, you might as well go out aiming for the clouds. Still, you had to get your words together to answer. Sure, you had daydreamed about this moment before, but it never quite went like this.
"I mean, I do like you both a lot, but I know you're already together and happy. I don't need anything but this, even if I-" you cut yourself off.
It was hard to choke out that wanted it, wanted them to their faces.
"Do you know what we want?" Kenma asked.
You had assumed that you knew, and held in your feelings and stew in your own inaction. This whole conversation was confusing you. If they knew they wanted nothing more from you, then why were you still here? Unless? No, it was too much to hope for, even if you were mere centimeters from holding it. So, you shook your head.
"You."
"We want you."
They spoke simultaneously, voices blending in a way that made your head spin. Then it spun more when you caught up to what they said.
"You- huh?" You blurted out.
"We want you. We want you with us all the time." Kuroo said.
He opened his mouth again, but then closed it again and leaned back, watching you closely. You wondered what he didn't say, what more he wanted you to know.
This wasn't a joke, they weren't strange or cruel like that. It might have been a dream if it weren't so vivid and consistent. If this were a dream, Kuroo would have been holding your hand already. If this was a dream, Kenma would have his hand in your hair. This was just a normal day with your two closest friends, until it wasn't.
You opened your mouth to say something but only stuttered with your mind full of only half-baked sentences. After a few seconds you had to stop and laugh at yourself, and they both chuckled with you.
"Yeah, I don't know what to say. Like, now what?" You held your hands up helpless.
Was there a guide anywhere on what to do when your two closest friends confess to you while they are already dating?
"Well," Kuroo started, drawing the word out beyond its welcome, "you want us, we want you. So why are you still over there?"
It was a point you couldn't argue with, so you stood and let them shuffle to make a perfectly sized space for you between them. You sunk into it quickly. Before they got too close, Kuroo spoke again.
"If we do anything you don't like or it's too fast, you have to tell us. We're a little eager, but it's always more important that you're comfortable."
You shook your head, looking between them. "I've wanted this for so long, you don't even know."
Kenma laughed a little, quietly. Kuroo gently pushed your head onto Kenma's shoulder and smiled softly when he looked at you both.
"Kuroo might have you beat for time. Why do you think I was so aggressive on our first phone call?"
The memories of that call popped into your mind. These days, you didn't think too much about it, only to laugh about the contrast of Kenma trying to be scary when you knew him to be so sweet now. Well, mostly sweet, that is.
You turned your head to blink slowly at Kuroo, who can only rub the back of his neck sheepishly.
"I don't know, I was denying everything to myself at that point. I thought Kuroo was hot since the second he sat next to me. I don't remember when it turned into a full-blown crush though," You commented.
You watched and took immense satisfaction in how Kuroo's ears turned bright red when you called him hot. It was so innocent in a way that you didn't associate with such a boisterous and mischevious guy. Kenma must have been watching with you and saw his opportunity to join in.
"Yeah, he's pretty hot, isn't he? We're lucky." Kenma's voice was low and so close to your ear that it made you shiver.
You had never been this close to them before, and it was a little overwhelming in the best way possible. The shiver might have come from Kenma saying 'we' and how the single word sunk into your skin. You watched Kuroo turn even redder, glaring in the most half-hearted way possible.
"If I'm so hot, then someone should kiss me," Kuroo baited.
Kenma nudged you, and you hesitated, biting your lip. Daydreaming about this a thousand times would never compare to the real thing. Kuroo saw you pause and took your head. His other hand came up to rest on your cheek, both a welcome, calming presence.
"You don't have to do anything you're not ready for," Kuroo mumured, staring at you leaning into his hand with so much care.
You shook your head then shifted closer to him. It was your plan to sit there very nicely and wait for Kuroo to initiate, but realized halfway through that he wasn't going to do that. Instead, you huffed and pushed yourself towards him. It turned out to be a little too aggressive as your lips crashed together, but Kuroo caught you by the waist and steadied you.
It was slow, and so sweet. The first time you pulled away you could feel the way Kuroo held back.
"Come on," you whined at him.
Kuroo shook his head and smiled, but took the hint. He pulled you back towards him and made you gasp. It didn't go too much longer though, as Kuroo pushed you back up and turned towards Kenma. Your heart warmed with how attuned they were to each other, unable to forget the other was there like you had done.
"You know, I thought I'd be more jealous Kuroo got you first, but that was hot." Kenma didn't hesitate, didn't mince his words.
You had a feeling that that fact would have quite the effect on you later. To be honest, it was having quite the effect on you now. It made you shy to remember that he must have been watching. You ducked your head down, hiding in Kuroo's shoulder, but it only made you more aware that both men were looking at you as they chuckled at you softly.
"Come on, angel face. Don't keep Ken waiting for too long." Kuroo nudged you, and you dramatically pushed yourself in the other direction.
The movement surprised both of them, but Kuroo followed through and acted as if he did and Kenma caught you by the shoulder. You looked at Kenma and smiled, causing him to soften a little, even if he didn't show it.
"Hi, baby," you said to him, wanting to try out the term for the youngest of you.
It visibly caught Kenma off guard, and he blushed harder than you thought he could, even while not reacting much otherwise. You knew Kenma could blush, it was an involuntary, physical reaction after all. It just seemed so at odds with how composed he was, that it didn't seem likely to happen.
"Ooooh, he doesn't react like that when I call him baby," Kuroo purred.
Kenma glared, but the blush on his face only deepened from being called out. It felt like physical proof that they really did like you, despite the fact that you had been kissing Kuroo not two minutes ago. Speaking of. You sat yourself up properly, putting your hands on Kenma's shoulders before leaning in. You did it it slowly to give him plenty of time to back out or call it off, but when he didn't you collided.
Kuroo was a little more openly eager, but you could feel Kenma's interest. You could feel it in how his hand landed on your thigh and then how his fingers curled when you pressed closer to him. It made you want to keep pushing to see what kind of reactions you could pull out of him.
Tragically, it couldn't last forever and you had to pull away, both you and Kenma breathing more heavily than you had expected to.
"I'd be a little jealous if that wasn't the best thing I've seen in a while," Kuroo quipped, cheekily smirking.
Kenma threw a glare his way, or tried to anyways, but it only made Kuroo laugh since he looked like a flushing pile of goo.
"You've gotten plenty of turns with Kenma!" You pout at Kuroo who just looks at you fondly.
"Sure, with him. But now we have to share our turns with you."
Your lips parted, forgetting once more that this was all new to all you. Kuroo watches the gears turn as you lean towards him again. You're a little breathless, no privilege of athlete's lungs for you, so you temporarily settle for playing with his hair. Well, you start playing with his hair, but your eyes start to wander first and then your hands follow soon after. Kuroo is going to be the last one to complain about this, and Kenma has probably begun to realize how good it'll be for him to have someone to share Kuroo's attention.
Your hands wander slowly, down down down. It starts at his shoulders, only briefly passing over his chest and stomach, which probably tells Kuroo that you're actually paying attention. Then to his arms where you spend the most amount of time, squishing and pulling in a way that's almost ticklish, before you stop and take hold of his hands.
Kuroo happily lets you do it all, simply interested in watching what you'll do next. Once it's clear that you plan to stop at his hands, he speaks up.
"You can keep going, sweetheart. It's yours to touch now."
Kenma scoffs at the blatant flirting that Kuroo is finally free to engage in, but you fall for it wholeheartedly. It's what you've wanted for so long, so you don't think you can really be blamed for taking it in. You have to shake your head at his words, since you're not nearly bold enough for more of what he's implying. Thankfully, Kuroo takes the message and lets you hold his hands as long as you please.
"Let's start somewhere else then. As your new boyfriend, you have been automatically upgraded to calling me Tetsurou now!"
Sure, you'd been close with Kuroo the whole time, but you hadn't thought it'd really be the closeness to go with given name. That didn't mean you hadn't thought about it or wanted it, enough to almost slip up before.
"Tetsurou. Since when were you officially my boyfriend?" You tilt your head at him, a teasing smile creeping over your lips.
That gets Kenma to look up from the phone game he was half-heartedly playing and laugh wholeheartedly while Kuroo momentarily freezes in shock. Kuroo begins to sputter, trying to protest and explain at the same, to minimal effect, other than entertainment to you and Kenma. Eventually, he stops and begins whining about how mean you are to him, so you take pity on him.
"Will you be my boyfriend, Tetsurou?"
The second you open your lips, Kuroo closes his, and it's sweet. You're sure he's picked up the habit from listening closely to Kenma for a long time now.
"Only if you'll be mine." He shoots back.
You roll your eyes, caught between entertaining the nonsense and, jokingly, hating it.
"Just kiss, you nerds," Kenma deadpans, not even looking up from the game he went back to.
You assumed he wasn't paying that much attention, far too used to tuning out his surroundings in public.
"Do you wanna be my boyfriend, Kenma?" You observed him with a wide grin, temporarily distracted from Tetsurou.
You swear you see a little spark in his eyes, maybe even a quirk of his lips, but it's gone before you can tell properly. It might be because of how Tetsurou is immediately set off, and you're sure Kenma saw it coming.
"Why does he get to you first!! I knew you first, he shouldn't get to," Tetsurou protests his case very passionately, so much so that Kenma pulls his phone down to watch the two of you descend into playful slap fighting.
"Tetsu, I did ask you first, you were just rude and didn't answer properly!" You're laughing as you say it, trying to swat him away from you.
The unintended use of the nickname stops Tetsurou in his tracks, and when you catch up to your own words it makes you clamp your mouth shut. It turns out you have nothing to worry about, since the nickname makes Tetsurou ignore any wrongs and pull you close. You breathe in sharply with the movement and tense up, but you relax and start giggling again when he kisses your head dramatically and then all over your face.
It tickles in an odd sort of way, and you squirm in place, trying to stay still until Kuroo gives in and stops. Once he does, you feel breathless. If you had told yourself 20 minutes ago what was coming, there was no way you could have hoped that it would feel so good and right. But here you were.
You leaned forward onto Kuroo's shoulder, but stuck one hand back. It took a second, probably rolling his eyes, but Kenma still took your hand. You smiled with the peacefulness of it all. That consuming ache had finally transformed.
SICK (BUT NOT OF YOU) — kuroo t. / kozume k. gender neutral reader, polyamory, fluff / comfort, set in timeskip, no warnings.
self indulgent as FUCK i first wrote this when i was sick. i’m sorry if this is bad i just wanted it gone from my drafts💔 but i love them sm trust me
“kuroo, how much money have you spent on their favorite food this week?” kenma asks, brows furrowing at the grocery bag in kuroo’s hand. kuroo is at the frame of the door, struggling to take off his shoes with one hand since the other is occupied.
kuroo huffs out a response, “doesn’t matter, it makes our baby happy and since they’re sick [name] matters more than how much i have in my wallet!” kenma sighs as he approaches kuroo, grabbing the bag from his hand and allowing him to properly takes off his shoes.
once off, he sets them down and closes the door behind him, making sure he doesn’t forget to give kenma a quick peck on his lips as a way of properly greeting him and thanking him for taking off the small load. right after that, kuroo quickly runs to the room you rest in, barely able to see you as a warm blanket swallows you almost completely. he lets out a soft smile, just happy to be home and able to take care of his lover.
kenma peeks himself next to his taller boyfriend, “how about you shower? that way you can actually cuddle them and stuff” the blonde (though he’s not really anymore) suggests, and kuroo actually takes his words into consideration.
“can you help warm up the food? i bought some for us too” he replied, and kenma nodded.
as kuroo walks off, kenma approaches you, and slowly sits on the edge of the bed near you. “hey, honeypie” he greets you softly, a hand stroking the tip of your head peeking from under the blanket “kuroo’s home and got us food, he’s showering right now so i’ll go heat it up for us, okay?” you only grumble as a response, which he smiles at. he replaces the hand on your head with a kiss instead, before getting up and going to heat the food.
after a few minutes, kuroo comes into the room. how do you know despite still being buried under the blankets and asleep? he wakes you up. of course he does it nicely, soft and polite. “hi [name],” he says into your ear, voice soothingly low. “kenma’s done heating up our food. come outside and eat with us, baby. you’re not too sick to get up, right?” he asks, voice full of concern.
you grumble before speaking, “mmh, okay. i can get up” your voice is a little hoarse after not speaking proper sentences for the last few hours. kuroo smiles at your response. “that’s my strong [name]! c’mon, i’ll help you up, nice and easy” he talks to you as you sit up and slowly make your way off the bed, his hand holding yours to guide you to the living room, where you see kenma setting up plates for you three.
his black and blonde hair is tied messily, a bun hangs low on the back of his head as the rest of his hair spills on his shoulder. the sleeves of his sweater are rolled up to his elbows, and his eyes are focused on the table he’s setting up.
“kenma, look who’s up” kuroo calls out, which causes kenma to look up. there’s a slight smile curling in his lips as he sees you. even in your most shriveled state, he adores you. both of them do.
“hey, i just finished setting everything up. um, let’s go sit down and eat” after kenma says that, he sits down. you and kuroo follow shortly.
you try not to drool at the food in front of you. even though you’ve eaten more or less the same few things for the past week, your personal favorite meal doesn’t get old. it is your favorite, after all. “…thank you for the food” you say quietly, yet happily.
kuroo smiles. “you’re welcome. now, eat up, okay? i hope you start to feel better tomorrow” he says. and you waste no time chowing down.
sometimes you think to yourself, you wouldn’t mind being sick if it meant your boyfriends would take care of you like this all the time. but then it hits you, you don’t need to be sick to be pampered and spoiled by your boyfriends—you just need to ask. simple words are enough for them to spoil you. they don’t mind cause they love you that much.
oh, how lucky you are to have the love and care of tetsurou kuroo and kenma kozume.
author's note: this is the much-awaited part two that you guys wanted sm. make sure to read part one before you proceed.
(not proofread!!)
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coming to a decision, the three of you stepped inside kuroo and kenma’s shared apartment, and a mix of nervousness and anticipation coursed through your veins. they led you towards the bedroom, the air crackling with a sense of intimacy.
your eyes fell on a mirror across the room, its angle positioned perfectly to give you a clear view of the bed.
curiosity piqued, and you couldn't help but question it. when you did, kuroo only gave you a wink, saying, "you'll see soon enough,"
once the three of you were together, kenma stepped closer to you. he gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face and kissed you deeply.
this time, you took charge and slotted your lips over his, cradling the side of his face, causing him to moan into your mouth.
kuroo stood behind you, his hands coming up to brush your hair to one side, revealing the sensitive nape of your neck. you felt the warmth of his breath as he leaned in closer, and the feather-light touch of his lips as he planted a series of kisses along the back of your neck.
the sensation caused you to gasp pleasantly, your body involuntarily arching back against his.
you pulled back to catch your breath, “that kiss today,” you spoke, “and this now. Um, what does that make us?” you were cautious of every word you let slip.
kuroo and kenma exchanged a quick glance. the atmosphere in the room suddenly felt more awkward, and there was a sense of uncertainty in the air.
kuroo, ran a hand through his hair, his expression shifting from lustful to thoughtful. "that's a fair question,"
kenma nodded in agreement, his hands fiddling with the hem of his shirt, "yeah, we should clear the air,"
they both fell silent for a moment, as if contemplating what to say next, before kuroo spoke up again, "but first, can we...can we do something?"
you looked at them curiously, wondering what they wanted to do, "sure, what is it?"
kuroo and kenma exchanged another glance, communicating silently in a way that you couldn't quite decipher. after a moment, kuroo stepped forward, his eyes fixed on yours, "can we... can we sit down for a minute? we want to talk to you about something important,"
you nodded hesitantly, your nerves beginning to act up,"of course," you said, gesturing towards the bed. "we can sit down,"
kuroo and kenma made their way to the bed and sat down, leaving a small space for you between them. they both had serious expressions on their faces, hinting at the importance of the conversation that was about to take place.
kuroo took a breath before speaking, his eyes never leaving yours, "we want to be upfront with you about something. we both like you. a lot. we have, for a long while,"
you looked between the two in disbelief at their blank admission. two men who were interested in you? like shit.
their confession had startled you, but at the same time, it made you feel a warm sense of belonging, “you not joking, are you?”
kuroo chuckled at your words, his arms still wrapped around you in a protective embrace. "why are you so surprised that we like you?" he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement.
“how could i not be?”
kuroo laughed softly, his hand gently caressing your arm, "fair point," he conceded.
kenma smiled beside him, his expression turning more earnest, "we get it, it’s a lot to take in. but we really like you, and we can’t pretend like we don’t anymore,”
"i... i don't know how the whole relationship thing works, let alone with two boyfriends," you admitted, feeling a bit overwhelmed.
"hey, it's okay," kuroo said, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your shoulder, "it's new territory for all of us, after all,"
kenma nodded in agreement, his expression warm and understanding, "yeah, we're all figuring this out together," he said, leaning forward a bit, "we'll take it slow and make it work,"
"yeah, i'd like that," you nodded meekly, “and,” you added, “i like you boys too. a lot,” a bashful smile tugged at your mouth.
kuroo's face lit up with a wide grin, and kenma's eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and elation.
kuroo let out a laugh of relief and joy, "you like us too, eh?" he teased lightly.
kenma, feeling a wave of excitement and affection, took your hand in his, "yeah, we were kind of hoping that was the case,"
kuroo nuzzled your neck affectionately, his voice low and seductive, "trust me, we're going to give you so much attention and affection, you won't know what to do with yourselves,"
he pulled you onto his lap, his arms wrapping around you and holding you snugly against him. his lips left a track of kisses along your skin.
his hands wandered under your shirt, exploring your body gently, "what do you want to do next? do you need a break, or are you ready to go further?"
they both watched you intently, awaiting your response. kuroo's eyes were fixed on you, studying your expression and body language for any signs of hesitation.
kenma's eyes, filled with a mix of affection and desire, also remained focused on you, eager to hear your answer.
"i want you both," you whispered, your voice barely audible.
kuroo's eyes lit up at your words, and he grinned widely, "you have no idea how badly we've been wanting to hear that,"
kenma's expression mirrored kuroo's excitement, "yeah, we're more than ready," he says, his voice laced with anticipation.
"but, uh, i don't know what i'm supposed to do," you confessed, feeling a bit overwhelmed.
kuroo chuckled softly, his hands finding their way to your cheeks, cupping your face gently, "don't worry, baby," he said, his voice reassuring, "all you have to do is sit back and keep looking pretty for us. we’ll take care of you,”
he ran his hands up and down the length of our thighs, “we just need to establish a few things,” he leaned back, creating enough space between you for him to hold your gaze. his eyes met yours, and he spoke with a serious tone, "we both want to make sure you're comfortable with what we're about to do. and we need to establish a safe word."
kenma entwined his fingers with yours, "we want you to feel safe and in control. we won't do anything you're not okay with. so pick a word, any word, and we'll stop whenever you say it,"
“uh, red?” you offered contemplating.
"red it is, then."
kuroo grinned, a hint of authority in his tone, "we may get a little carried away. we might get a bit rough,” his hands squeezed you hips under your shirt and you stifled your gasp, “and there's a possibility we might degrade you a little,"
fuck yes
his eyes lock onto yours, searching for any sign of hesitance, "but remember, if it gets to be too much, just say that safe word, and we'll back off immediately. understood?"
you shivered at their words, a mix of anticipation and excitement coursing through your body. the thought of them pushing your boundaries, of getting a bit rough and degrading, sends tingles down your spine.
“yes,” you nodded in understanding.
kuroo leaned in and closer the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a fierce kiss. his tongue darts out, seeking entry into your mouth hungrily, devouring your mouth with an intensity that took your breath away.
kenma moved closer to you, pressing his body against yours, and buried his face in the crook of your neck. his teeth grazed along the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of kisses and nipped as he slowly made his way towards your ear. he fumbled with his jersey and removed it, dropping it over his shoulder.
pulling back, kuroo reached behind his back and pulled off his shirt in one fluid motion, tossing it aside, presenting his bare skin to you, “so, have you ever touched yourself, sweetheart?
"no," you confessed, feeling sheepish, "i mean i've thought about it, but never acted on it,"
kuroo and kenma absorbed this information, their minds reeling.
it made sense now, the way you were so assertive and confident. you were untouched by the hands of others, a pure canvas waiting to be explored.
and the thought of being the one—ones— the first and only ones to guide you through the intricacies of physical intimacy, made their heart beat faster.
"we could teach you a thing or two," kenma offered, twirling a piece of your hair around his finger, and tucking it behind your ear.
kuroo had his chin resting on your shoulder, arms wound around your soft stomach, "only if you want to, though,"
"i want to. i want you both," you answer quickly. too quickly.
kuroo squeezed you tighter in his grip and kenma pressed a kiss to your lips. you leaned forward, capturing his lips with yours, eager to taste him again. you ran a hand up and down his pale skin, caressing his chest.
kenma hummed in delight, pulling back after placing a couple of smooches on your mouth. he stood from his seat on the bed and sank to his knees on his knees in front of you.
kuroo placed his palms on your thick thighs and spread them open, wide enough for kenma to settle on his haunches between them.
"no need to worry, sweetheart," kuroo murmured when your back tensed with anticipation, "we got you. you can say the word and we'll stop. ‘kay?"
kenma started to place a trail of kisses up your knee, gently resting one of your thighs over his shoulder. his long hair brushed against your skin, leaving a gentle and ticklish sensation after the touch of his lips, "but you'll have to use your words. we need to hear you,"
you nodded, chest rising and falling from both excitement and uncertainty, "yeah,"
and that's when it hit you. you stopped kenma with a hand on his free shoulder and leaned back into kuroo's chest.
the men focused on you. they weren't surprised when you withdrew, but concerned.
“what is it, darling?" kuroo brough your other hand to his mouth, and pressed a sloppy kiss to your knuckles, "you have to tell us otherwise we can’t help you,”
"i haven't shaved," you winced, "i mean, i trimmed, but it was a long time ago and after that, there was never the need to, so i just didn't,"
kenma sighed in relief, having worried that you were scared of them, "it doesn't matter, baby,"
"yeah," kuroo nodded, "but if you're uncomfortable we agree. but it's not something we mind. right, kenma?"
"yeah, i wanna eat you out, either way," he blinked up at you through hooded eyes, licking his lips.
you felt your face flush and you inhaled sharply, "okay. we can keep going,"
kuroo fisted the edge of the jersey you were wearing, tugging lightly, "can i take this off?"
you nodded, lifting your arms as kuroo pulled the cloth off your head, and tossed it aside, running his hands up and down your sides, his cold palms against your heated skin.
kenma gently nibbled at your thick thighs, sucking bruises on them, "mm wanna mark you up down here. only for us to know, hmm?" he pressed a loud kiss to the crack of your other knee.
you relaxed on kuroo's lap, feeling the way he ran his hands over your body. his palms slipped under your sports bra, cupping the tender flesh and giving a gentle squeeze.
you whimpered at his action, head falling back to rest on his shoulder, "f-fuck kuroo,"
"these need to go too," he pulled the elastic strap of your bra, letting it snap against your skin, "may i?"
"yes please," you nodded urgently, gulping when you felt your throat dry up.
"ah," he slowly began to knead your breasts in his rough palms, "does that feel good, darling?"
you managed a weak moan in agreement, laying one of your hand on top of his.
kenma had reached the waistband of your shorts, "hips up, love,"
you complied with his words and arched your body off kuroo enough for kenma to pull down your shorts along with your panties, your slickness ready creating a wet patch.
cool air hit your bare pussy, causing you to shudder as you settled back down on kuroo's lap.
"fuck," kenma cursed, his jaw slackening. you weren't lying when you said you hadn't trimmed or shaved in a while. but he could make out the way pussy was spread out for him by his lover. the way your folds glistened with your arousal, your clit peeking through.
"such a pretty pussy," kenma breathed, his gaze unfocused, "all mine to devour. isn't that right, love?" his finger teased at your entrance, slathering your arousal all over your folds.
"y-yes," you managed an answer, "all yours- oh god, kenma!!" you gasped when he plunged his tongue into your core, dragging the wet muscle against your walls, lips mouthing to lap up your arousal.
he grabbed the back of both your thighs and set them on his shoulders, nuzzling his face closer to your pussy.
your hand immediately shot to his hair, tangling messily while you ground your hips blindly against his face.
kenma moaned against your wetness, flattening his tongue, and licked a long stripe all the way to your clit, puckering his lips against the swollen bud.
you gasped at the new sensation, shivers shooting to your toes and you fisted his hair clumsily.
"here," kuroo caught your hands with his and guided them to kenma's head.
kenma barely registured the movement, seemingly too lost in eating your pussy. he was ruthless. kissing, licking, and even biting, soothing the pain with a quick stroke of his warm tongue.
your hands were trembling from the ferocity of his actions. you let kuroo bunch up kenma's hair in your fist as he instructed you to, "you gotta hold his hair like this. in a ponytail. so it makes it easier for him to eat you out. and also you can control him. like this," kuroo nudged kenma’s head further between your plush thighs by his grip.
kenma groaned into your pussy, the vibrations causing you to moan and arch into his face, "s-shit, feels so good,"
kuroo smirked, loving the way your face contorted in pleasure, "that's right,"
he pressed his open-mouth against the side of your neck, mouthing and grazing his teeth to leave a mark. you angeled your head to the side to give him better access.
kenma pulled back with a big heave, chest rising and falling with each breath he took. he rested his cheek on your thigh, gazing up at you, "you taste so good. fucking hell,"
his mouth and chin were glistening with your arousal, and fuck he looked so hot.
without any warning, kenma leaned forward, breathing against your pussy.
you shuddered, tugging at his hair, which you had in a ponytail.
the corner of kenma's mouth curved into an eager smile, "pull harder, baby,"
you yanked his head closer between your legs, "p-please, kenma. want m-more, don’t stop, ah,"
kenma puckered his lips in front of your pussy and let a glob of his spit dribble onto your clit. he watched in awe as it slid down your folds. He pushed his tongue into your pussy and spreading it all over, bobbing his head from side to side.
you writhed against kuroo, moaning pathetically, "f-fuck, kenma. i-i can't, mmph!" you felt a pressure build in your lower belly and a low buzzing filled your head.
your mouth was open slightly, nose scrunched and brows furrowed in pleasure. kuroo brought a hand up to your mouth and pressed his thumb against your lower lip, "open your mouth, sweetheart,"
your mouth fell agape and you took his thumb in your mouth and swirled your tongue around, hollowing your cheeks,
"such a pretty baby," kuroo cooed at you, pulling his thumb from your lips, watching the way they puckered.
his hand crept down and his thumb pressed on your clit, rubbing roughly.
you gasped, clamping your thighs shut around kenma's head in reflex. the man only hummed, gripping your thighs around his face.
chuckling darkly, kuroo eased your thighs apart, "as much as i bet that feels good," his thumb pressed down particularly hard on your clit, and he traced figure eights on them, "you need your air, kenma," he turned his attention to you, "you close, baby?"
"i-i think so," you stammered, melting into the embrace.
"look at us," kuroo caught your jaw, angling it forward until you caught sight of your reflection in the mirror on the other side of the room.
you perched on kuroo's lap, while he hand one hand sliding down to the base of your neck, and the other dipping between your legs.
the back of kenma's body visible between your legs, ankles hooked at his back. his hair in a ponytail withing your fist, while his head bobbed up and down as he ate you savagely.
it was a sight to behold. two men brought down to their lowest just to please you.
so that’s what the mirror was for.
"you see how beautiful you look?" kuroo continued, "fucking gorgeous," he rasped.
his hand closed lightly around the column of your neck, causing you to let out a strained moan.
Watching yourself getting fucked caused a wave of pleasure to wash over you, giving rise to goosebumps. your orgasm flowed through you in bouts of bliss as you sagged back into kuroo, mumbling something incoherently.
kenma swallowed around you, tongue swiping every drop while his mouth sucked every drop that slid out of your folds.
he pulled back, a string of saliva stretching from his swollen lips to your quivering pussy, his face squished by your thick thighs at both sides.
kenma was rubbing himself through his shorts, fisting his girth as he pumped with urgency, his mouth falling open is ecstasy. his hips stuttered and he came in his shorts, soiling the material with his release. his shoulders relaxed and cushioning his face between your thighs.
"c'mere," kuroo carded a finger through kenma's hair and yanked him up, bending forward and met his lips in the middle, tongue swiping against the corner of his lips to taste you, "mm,"
the sight of the two men locking mouths sent your heart racing, igniting a surge of excitement within you. you bit your lower lip, captivated by the spectacle unfolding before your eyes.
when kuroo pulled back, he adjusted you in his lap. his tongue traced your cum on his lower lip, "fuck baby, i can't get enough of you,"
"d'you wanna taste yourself, pretty?" kenma muttered incoherently, blinking down at you.
your mouth parted in silent pleading and kenma shoved his tongue past your lips, muffling the moan that escaped you.
your lips closed around his tongue, sucking languidly as you tasted your arousal on him.
kuroo slipped a single finger into your used pussy, the wetness yeilding a painless intrusion as he moved his finger around cautiously.
You’s mouth slackened against kenma's mouth and he gripped your face in his hand, the other groping your breast. he tweaked your hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger, relishing the whimper you let out.
"you're so tight, baby," kuroo breathed hotly into your ear, "imagine how your pretty pussy will be squeezin' my cock," he slipped in another finger and curled them in a 'come hither' motion.
you gripped his wrist, pushing his hand further between your legs. your thighs shut together, trapping his hand. your toes curled and uncurled from the pleasure.
kuroo rubbed the heel of your palm to your clit with just the right pressure, "pretty little slut," he sponged a wet kiss to your
the name caused a rush of shame... but also desire. something awfully filthy yet addicting.
"our pretty little slut," kenma corrected, cooing at you affectionately, "only ours to ruin. you like it when we call you our slut?"
"yes, yes, please. oh god, right there," your mouth fell open, eyes rolling back when kuroo grazed that spongy spot in you.
"here?" kuroo curled his fingers, fingers pumping in and out of you at an increased pace.
"y-yeah, i-i think m'gonna-"
you were already sensitive from your first orgasm and your second one hit you like a rock, leaving you shaking in his embrace.
"that's it, baby," kuroo eased you out of your high, "you did so good for us,"
kenma held your chin, peppering kisses all over your face while you tried to regain your breathing, "you look so beautiful, all spread out for us,"
kuroo eased his fingers out of your pussy, slick with your cum, and brought them to his lips, licking them clean.
you were leaning against his chest while you watched him suck his fingers clean, "mm, so fucking good,"
kenma thumbed a bit of your cum at the corner of his mouth and licked it, "told ya," he turned his attention to you, "how're you feeling. babe?"
"a bit sore," you admitted, wincing when a dull pain shot up your thighs.
kuroo gently made you sit on the mattress and when he settled beside you, you noticed his painfully hard cock straining against his shorts, his precum soaking through.
"kuroo," you reached out a hand without thinking, fingers grazing the outline of his cock.
shit, he was big.
"ah," he hissed at your touch, "don't worry your pretty head about it, love. we'll take care of it," he grasped your wrist gently, pushing it away.
"does it hurt?"
"that's okay," kenma pressed a kiss to your forehead, settling on your other side, "we got it covered,"
you looked down and noticed that he was also getting aroused, "i want to help you," you spoke, your words dripping with desire.
kuroo’s smile softened, and he pulled you closer to him, his arms enveloping you in a protective embrace, “i appreciate the offer, but i don’t want to trouble you,”
"no, but i want to," you insisted, looking form one to the other, "teach me. teach me how to touch you,"
kuroo’s breath hitched at your words, a mix of desire and surprise in his eyes. he looked at kenma, who nodded silently.
he turned his attention back to you, his voice gruff, “are you sure?” he asked, his expression serious but filled with need.
you didn't answer him. instead you reached a careful hand over and palmed his groin, “please,” you pupils were dilated to the point where your irises were nearly drowned.
kuroo gasped as you touched him, “damn, you’re gonna drive me crazy,”
kuroo made you to sit on his lap again, "alright, pay attention,” he instructed, his voice firm but gentle, “we gotta get off kenma first,”
he took your hand in his, his palm engulfing the back of yours and made you cup kenma's clothed cock.
kenma puffed a breath, “mmm, yeah, just like that,” he hissed, his body automatically arching towards you.
your free hand tugged at his shorts, "can i take these off?"
kenma pulled both off with a swift, practiced motion, his movements driven by a mixture of eagerness and need. he tossed them aside, his breathing quickened and his eyes dark with desire as he looked at you, “i’m all yours,” he murmured, his voice low and huskier, “do with me whatever you wish,”
"show him some love," kuroo made you hand to slowly pump him, the base of your fist grazing his pubes with each stroke, "he's such a pathetic mess for you, baby,"
kenma’s eyes rolled back at his words, his hands clenched on the bed sheets.
kuroo's eyes were dark with need, clearly enjoying the sight of you touching his lover, “that’s it,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, “take care of him, just like that,”
you let his motions guide you taking in the way the man writhed at your touch, you were in utter awe.
kenma's face was a picture of ecstasy, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open as you touched him. his hair was sticking to his forehead, damp with sweat as he gasped with pleasure. his body was quivering under your touch, clearly responding to every movement you made.
kuroo watched with intense focus, his own eyes darkened with need, “you’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, “you’re driving him wild.”
you swiped your thumb on his tip, smearing the precum that was dribbling out of him, as you continued to pump his length.
kenma’s body jerked at the sensation, and he let out a guttural moan, “oh, god, you’re driving me insane,” he gasped, his hands clenching the bed sheets even tighter.
kuroo encouraged, his voice low and sultry, “you’re doing so well.”
kenma’s body writhed under your touch, his breath coming in gasps and moans, “oh, god, don’t stop, don’t stop,” he pleaded, his grip on the bed sheets so tight that his knuckles were turning white.
kuroo let go of your hand and gave you complete control to make kenma go crazy. you increased your pace tentatively, brows furrowing in focus.
kuroo brushed his fingers over kenma's collarbone, gently kissing and nipping at his skin as he watched you work your magic.
“what's the matter pretty boy?” he murmured, his lips trailing a path along kenma’s shoulder and up to his neck, "feeling needy?"
kenma whimpered at kuroo’s touch, his head falling back as he gasped, “Ooh, god, you’re gonna make me lose it if you keep doing that,” he said, his voice barely more than a whisper.
“you’re not the only one,” kuroo growled in response, his eyes fixed on you as you continued to pleasure kenma.
you gave the base of his cock an experimental squeeze, stroking the length of him with increased pace.
kenma’s body tensed and arched as he reached climax, his head thrown back and a guttural moan escaping his lips. he gasped as he came down from his high, “you’re amazing,” he fell on his back on the bed, looking at you with a mixture of exhaustion. his muscles were loose and relaxed, a testament to the intense pleasure he had just experienced.
his release left a sticky mess on his stomach and your hand, and he let out a satisfied sigh, his body still trembling with aftershocks. “damn, that was intense,” he breathed,
kuroo’s eyes darkened with desire as you turned your attention to him, “mmm, you’re eager for me, aren’t you?” he teased, his voice sultry.
“come here,” he murmured, adjusting you in such a way that you were now straddling him his hands roaming over your body, exploring every inch of your skin.
kuroo’s tongue gently licked kenma’s release off your hand, his eyes still darkened with need. his raven hair fell across his forehead, framing his face as he looked up at you.
kenma made a noise at the back of his throat, his spaced min unable to comprehend such a filthy sight.
he continued to gently lick your hand, coating it with his spit. he looked up at you, his eyes dark with need and desire, “that’s it,” he coaxed, “i want to make sure your hand is nice and slick for me, darling,”
a wave of heat washed over you, the feeling of his tongue against your skin was both sensual and possessive, an indication of his desire for you.
kuroo’s hands quickly moved to his shorts and boxers, pulling them down in one swift motion. he kicked them aside, his eyes still dark with desire as he looked at you.
you felt your throat dry up. while kenma was ridged, thick and flushed, a bit rounded at his mushroom tip with a slight curve. but kuroo’s length was both thick and taut, slightly bigger than kenma. his bulbous head leaking with precum as a vein ran at the underside of his cock. the sight of it was enough to send your heart racing
“like what you see, sweetheart?” he teased with a cheeky smirk on his lips.
but you had barely registered his words. you brushed your fingers over his sensitive top and traced the vein on his girth, unknowingly stroking his hard cock, cupping with your entire palm.
kuroo let out a low moan, enjoying the feel of your touch, "you're hands are so warm-fuck," he growled, his body arching towards you.
“now, start stroking me,” he instructed, his hands moving to your hips, pulling you closer to him.
he watched as your hand began to move, his breathing becoming faster and more erratic, “ah, that feels good,”
his body jerked at your touch, a guttural moan escaping his lips, “oh, yeah, right there,” he hissed, his eyes fluttering shut, “you’re a fast learner,” he panted, his hands squeezing your hips. “keep going, just like that.”
you pressed your thumb to his tip, feeling the way his precumslid down his length from your action, and continued your motion.
kuroo gasped as you traced his veins with your fingertip, his body trembling with pleasure, “oh, god, you’re drivin’ me crazy,” he groaned, his voice filled with need. keep going, just like that,” he whispered, his words coming out in short breaths. “you’re doing so good.”
he nuzzled his cheeks against your bare chest, his mouth finding and latching onto your sensitive nub. he arched his body towards you, seeking more of your touch.
his mouth was like a heavy, warm weight around your breast, his lips just gently mouthing, not quite sucking or licking but just creating a soft, constant pressure. it was like he was just savoring the feel of your skin.
kuroo could feel himself teetering on the edge, his body trembling with need, “yeah, i’m getting close,” he panted, his voce hoarse, “j-just a little more.”
you gripped him at the base of his cock and gave him two firm strokes, twisting and pumping which had him cumming hard, shooting ropes of his cum on his stomach and your hands.
kuroo was breathing heavily, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. his eyes were darkened with desire, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his release.
he looked at you, his expression a mixture of satisfaction and need. clearly, he was still reeling from the intense pleasure you had just given him.
"did i do good?" you questioned meekly.
kuroo’s eyes softened as he heard your question, his expression still one of satisfaction. he could see the insecurity in your eyes, and he was quick to reassure you.
“sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice firm but gentle, “you were incredible,"
kenma, still in the aftermath of his own climax, looked up at you from the bed, “damn right,” he mumbled, his voice hoarse.
kuroo chuckled at the sight of your messy hand, coated slick with cum, “looks like we made quite a mess there,” he teased.
tentatively, you brought your hand towards your mouth, the hand still coated in kuroo’s release.
with a flicker of your tongue, you hesitantly tasted him, the tangy, salty flavor exploding on your tongue. your eyes rolled back as you lapped up, a low whimper escaping your throat.
kuroo’s jaw dropped as he saw your eyes roll back in your head, a mix of awe and amazement etched across his face, "fuck," he swore, his voice hoarse with desire, "you’re so goddamn beautiful, sweetheart. can’t get enough of you."
“i don’t think we can take much more of this,” kenma groaned, his body moving to your side, arching towards you, his need for contact obvious.
kuroo’s eyes followed kenma’s movements, his own desire flaring at the sight, “yeah, me either,” he panted, his body tensing with restraint.
both men's gazes were fixed on you, their bodies taut with need, as they waited for you to make the next move.
kuroo and kenma exchanged a glance, their eyes meeting in a silent communication. they both wanted you, and the desire was obvious in their gazes.
“what do you want to do, sweetheart?” Kuroo asked, his voice a low, sultry whisper.
you swallowed, looking from one to the other with half-lidded eyes, "want you both to fuck me,"
kuroo and kenma both cursed at your words, their bodies responding with an almost primal need.
kenma groaned, his voice strained with desire, “this is a big step,” he added, his voice hoarse with need.
"we just want to make sure you’re ready for it,” kuroo’s hand found its way to your core, his touch gentle but firm.
with each movement of his hand, you could feel yourself becoming more and more aroused.
“oh darlin', you’re drippin' wet,” he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and desire. “this all for us?"
you nodded shyly, looking away in embarrassment, "i don't think i'll be able to walk tomorrow," you commented with a chuckle.
both men inhaled sharply at your words, their bodies responding instantly to the idea of leaving you sore and marked with reminders of their love.
“oh, we’ll make sure you remember this for days,” kuroo promised, eyes gleaming in mischief.
“you won’t forget us that easily,” kenma agreed, his lips finding your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin.
you shuddered, gripping as you nails dug into kuroo's shoulder.
kuroo’s voice lowered, his tone dropping to a rumble as he spoke, “s'okay baby. you don’t have anything to worry about,” he said, his hand tracing a path down your side, “we’ll make sure you take every inch of us, and you’ll love it,”
kenma’s hand continued to caress your thigh as he leaned in even closer, his breath hot against your ear, “you know we’ll fill you up so good, don’t you?” he whispered, his words dripping with desire, “you’ll be so full of us that you’ll be dripping. completely and utterly wrecked,”
kuroo leaned closer. he agreed, his voice rough with need, “you belong to us, and we’ll make sure you remember it,”
