and they were (disastrous) roommates
kuroo x fem!reader pairing
warnings: smut. (what’d you expect from me). some arguing, but not much other than that. a little angst if you squint. pining pining pining. 
You’ve been through your fair share of dilemmas before. You know dilemma. Dilemma in all of it’s funny, little forms. Like passing out at three in the morning after studying for finals, or your friend running to you for advice about her raunchy ex, or that one time you got black out drunk during your second year in college and ended up on one of those annoying sleeping pages on your school’s media accounts, right next to those unfortunate people with bad posture and questionable shoe choices in the public bathroom. No, you’ve been through everything, but right now, in this very moment in time, there is only one single thing that’s driving you up the wall, and that’s Kuroo Tetsurou, in all his room-matey glory.
By all means, Kuroo is a great roommate, you definitely couldn’t deny that. He’s clean, he never overhauls the washer with his clothes, (thank the lord). He isn’t annoying, at least, not completely. He even helps cook dinner, sometimes, and with you and your subpar culinary skills, you are beyond grateful for whatever god sent him to make one hell of a curry dinner. Kuroo’s completely out of this world, he’s smart, he’s handsome. Like he’s straight out of some x-rated rom con, the one with the oblivious roommate and her hot best friend that are constantly pining for each other. You don’t dare think of the part where they finally snap and fuck each other, because how unrealistic is that?
You both met in high school, known about each other, hung around with mutual friends and eventually went to the same college with each other, and then somehow the stars aligned; whether that be a blessing or a curse, and you were in a dire need of a roommate. Kuroo just happened to be one of the first people you thought of, because funnily enough, he was looking for someone to move in with himself. (And because being a broke college student isn’t fun, it’s no surprise you jumped at the opportunity of splitting expenses in half.)
Your relationship was casual. Of course it was, it’s not like you were complete strangers. Maybe you’d even be bold enough to call him one of your closest friends.
So it was only natural for you to despise the small handful women he sometimes brought home late at night, pretend like you don’t hear them screaming out their pleasure and his bed rock against the wall, the wall opposite to you, like you aren’t even there, like if it wouldn’t wake you up even if you were asleep.
Maybe you’d bring it up to him, tell him how disgusting and nasty he is the morning after, scold and yell at him to tell you before, or give you a text, or warn you. But you don’t, because he’s a man, he’s got a sex drive, and maybe that doesn’t make it right, but you need so desperately to convince yourself that you don’t need to bring it up to him, because you know you’d just fuck it all up in an awkward conversation of, ‘oh, you should be more quiet when you have sex, man’.
So you put in your earbuds and turn your music up to one hundred.
“We need to get milk,” you say, bent over and looking into the fridge. “Think you could stop by the market when you get back home?”
Kuroo makes a noise of confirmation, hear him put on his shoes and shuffle around near the front door, the jingle of his keys. “Yeah, sure.”
You close the fridge and turn to the stovetop, water boiling and a box of mac and cheese half open. “Oh, and can you get me one of those Kitkat bags, with all those mini ones?”
He laughs, “Are you gonna pay me back?”
“It’s not a lot,” you say back sharply, stirring the pot. “Plus I got you those cherry rope things last time, you still owe me, don’t think I forgot.”
“Yeah,” he grumbles, “And you still owe me for that one time I got you a chocolate bar at the movie theater.”
The water boils over, and you have to lift the pot off the heat to make it fall back down. “Fine, I’ll give you cash when you get back.”
“Holding you to that,” he sings, opens the front door and peeks back at you from over his shoulder. “See you later.”
You wave him a dismissive goodbye, grabbing a strainer from the drying rack. “Bye! Don’t die.”
“Don’t plan on it!” Then the door closes shut and the lock twists.
You’re left with the bubbling of your mac and cheese water, how amazing.
When the noodles are done, you strain them into the sink with the cold water running and mix all the ingredients into the pot, bright hot orange cheese packet melting and turning all gooey.
Truly you’d be better off in your room, on your computer, your English essay was definitely waiting for you to get it done, but you sit at the kitchen table with your bowl of half-cold, quarter eaten mac n’ cheese and stare at it like it’s personally offended you, and fuck, maybe it has, with how long you’ve been glaring at it.
Kuroo is such a mystery to you.
Talks to you like he didn’t just fuck some chick into oblivion with you right next door the night before.
Maybe, you think, you just need to get laid.
So you finish your bowl, clean it in the sink and go to your room, message your friends about any parties happening the next day, and decide that you’re going to do just that, get laid. Bring them home to your bed and let them fuck you nice and hard, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll give Kuroo a run for his money.
Rin’s a nice guy, has kind eyes and a wide smile and a shaggy head of handsome pitch black hair. Doesn’t have the same badboy type of attitude that you find so interesting, but he’s smart, he’s got familiar eyes, and honestly, if you were sober and your head was clear, you might even say he shares a shocking resemblance to Kuroo, but you don’t want to think about him, only want to fuck and drink and have fun, so he doesn’t look like Kuroo. Not one bit.
You meet him halfway through the night at some bar off campus with your friends, and they leave you with a wish of a ‘good time’ and an extra shot.
The conversation is okay. Definitely not anything riveting, nothing you wouldn’t expect from two drunk adults in a bar surrounded by sweaty bodies and the smell of sex and vomit. Maybe something along the lines of, ‘what are you here for?’, and, ‘how about you let me take you home?’.
Poor man’s out of it, can tell by the way he slurs his words and presses his fingers into the plump of your hips. Doesn’t seem like the type to get this drunk, that much is clear, so you assume he’s running away from something, and it’s perfect because deep down, you know you are, too.
He’s a decent kisser. A little inexperienced if his sloppy nibbles say anything, but it’s nice, he’s warm, and honestly, a hot strong body against yours is really all you need, so you bring him home. Fumble with your keys in the lock, kick the door open with your leg, and you lead him to your room. It’s dark, and the apartment’s silent, save for your shared breaths.
Kuroo’s bedroom has light spilling from underneath the door.
Both of you fall down onto your sheets, crumbled, in a raging flurry of kissing and touching and groping.
Rin strips you naked, and you do the same for him. He’s got a nice body, broad shoulders, looks like heaven when you stroke his cock, so you wrap your legs over his hips and push him closer until there’s no space between the two of you, and urge him to kiss you harder, hold your body and fuck you deeper. Thankfully, he obliges with a pretty little gasp of your name and a tremble of his thighs, grinds and moves against you like it’s the one thing he was put on this earth for, and it makes you feral, makes your voice sex-ridden and loud and high pitched.
He gasps when you tip him over on his back and ride him, smile and laugh with a breathless, “You like this, baby?”
His mouth is hot and wet against every part of your body, the delicious squelch of his cock loud in the air, and you love the way he begs and cries into your skin, stutters out a quick response of, ‘yes, it feels so fucking good’, and it’s desperate and whiney and oh so beautiful. When you two cum, it’s in a loud, half-scream, and he cums inside of you.
You’re thankful you’re on the pill.
The next morning, Rin’s gone. It was nothing more than a one night stand and you doubt you’ll ever see him ever again. But his smell lingers in the air, some expensive cologne, and the image of his clothes thrown around your bedroom floor is burned into your eyelids. The amazing warmth you felt last night’s long gone, and you have to wrap yourself all up in your blankets to hold off the cold air of your AC unit. Some sad, lonely part of you misses him, and you cringe, scrunch up your nose and stare into the ceiling, feeling horrible about yourself and your pathetic, depressing want of something more that you know you’ll never be able to have.
You want nothing more but to sleep the day away, but you know that isn’t something you can actually do, so you sit up, hair all messy and wild and naked in your bed.
When you’re all clean and proper, you head out to the kitchen, Kuroo must still be sleeping, (it’s his day off), and you’re starved, so you get to making some breakfast.
Not even half-way through scrambling some eggs, Kuroo’s bedroom door opens and he walks out, shirtless with his pajama pants hanging low, hair crazy like it always is and his mouth in a tight line. He doesn’t say anything, just walks to the fridge and pulls out the milk and a box of cereal from the cabinet.
“You want eggs, right?” you ask.
He freezes for a second, then carries on making his cereal. “I’m fine,” he says.
You can’t think of a time where Kuroo doesn’t eat the breakfast you make for him.
“Why?” you press, and stop stirring the eggs. “You okay?”
Kuroo shrugs his shoulders, puts the milk back in the fridge and leaves the cereal on the counter. “Yeah.” he takes a spoon out of the drawer and takes a bite, “Just not feeling it.”
“Well,” you start moving the eggs to a plate, “That’s fine. It’s just weird, you always ask me to make you breakfast in the morning-“
“You sounded like you had fun last night.” he interrupts you.
Giving him a look, you reply, slowly. “I guess so. Just happened to go to a bar last night.”
“Yeah,” he continues chewing on his cereal, “It was loud.”
He shrugs again, it’s so obviously angry, and he turns to walk to the living room with his bowl.
Huffing, you take out a fork and mumble, “Not like I don’t hear you when you have girls over.”
“What was that?” he snarks.
“Dude,” you half yell, “What is your problem, Tetsurou? Seriously, what the fuck?”
He stares you down, looking funny standing in the middle of the room with a spoon clenched in one hand and his bowl in the other.
You point at him with the end of your fork, “You don’t get to ask that type of shit. And you heard what I said,” you snap, “I have one guy over and you complain.”
“Well,” he stutters for words, “Yeah! It was loud. That’s literally what I just said.”
“And you don’t think you fucking some bitches next door isn’t loud?” you scold, “I wanted to have someone over, so what? Am I not allowed to do as I please in my own fucking house?”
Before he has a chance to reply, you’re already walking away into your room, fork and eggs forgotten on the counter, and slam your door shut.
Sleeping the day away doesn’t sound so unreasonable anymore.
The next few days are awkward, even more so than you expected them to be. There’s no small talk, or side eye glances, or the weird shuffle in the hallway people do when you’re unsure on which side you should walk on. No, It’s all silent, in the morning, to the afternoon, all the way to when you both turn in for the night, and frankly, it bothers you.
This just might all be my fault, you think, like a moron.
Then it dawns on you this isn’t any of your fault, it’s Kuroo’s. His selfishness and his hypocrisy is what brought you to this moment, sad and feeling helpless over something that isn’t at all something you should be moping over. It’s all so frustrating; hate how you slowly descend into this some kind of dumb, stupid, pointless madness of anger when not even two nights after your fight, you hear his bed jump up against the wall again, loud and clear, making you all so aware of the mystery woman on the other side getting fucked.
You think, what a man-whore.
The girl’s loud. Kinky, too, if you go off her comments. ‘daddy’, this, and ‘daddy’ that, it makes you feel sick to your stomach, like this is nothing but a game, a twisted, nasty plot to get you all jealous and bothered. Kuroo’s master plan of driving you positively insane.
So you play your music and ignore the ache in your chest.
“It’s not even like I care,” you say loudly, picking up your sandwich and taking a bite. “He can fuck whoever he wants, but I should be able to do that too, you know?”
“I agree with the whole, you can fuck whoever you want part,” Kenma agrees through chewing his food. “But are you completely sure you don’t care?”
You swallow, “Of course I don’t,” you lie, “But it seems like he does, I mean, he wen’t crazy over me bringing a guy over. You know how many times I’ve stayed up having to listen to him and some chick late at night?”
He nods his head, leans back in his chair. “You’ve told me.”
Kenma looks all lazy on the other side of the table, borderline annoyed, all things considered. Considering you’ve talked about Kuroo for the last thirty minutes straight, despite this being a lunch about catching up.
“Why don’t you just talk it out?”
Laughing, you say, “Talk it out? With Kuroo? I just feel like he’ll be a smart mouth the entire time.”
Kenma gives you a dirty look. “So you haven’t sat him down and talked about it.”
He shrugs, like it’s hopeless. “I don’t know why you’re being so difficult. It’s really easy, just tell him how you really feel about everything. Just don’t go crazy and start yelling.”
You cross your arms. “What am I supposed to say?” you ask quietly.
“Just tell him how it bothers you, he’d understand I’m… pretty sure.” the way he says it doesn’t bring you confidence.
Quirking your brow, “And if he doesn’t?”
“Beat him up,” Kenma jokes, chuckles and wipes his hands clean of crumbs with a napkin. “Just tell him. If it goes south or something call, we’ll get drinks on me.”
“You’re so annoying.” he shakes his head.
You stare at him for a good half a minute, then sigh.
“Fine,” you inhale deeply through your nose, “Gonna suck some ass if this all blows up in my face, though.”
“It’s not going to.” he reassures you.
On the drive back home, you text Kuroo you have something to talk about.
Sometime’s it’s like he’s a man child. Sprawled over the couch, legs all kicked up over the cushions and head lolled over with a look of absolute boredom; like he can’t take you seriously, or won’t, either way, it makes you wanna scream and shout at him, but you know that’ll do little good for either of you, and the very last thing you want is for him to flee to the safety of his room, so, you wait.
“I’m sorry.” he says eventually, it’s quiet, and there’s a little bit of insincerity in there, like he’s struggling to own up and apologize.
“Getting mad when you brought that guy over.” he sighs. “I had no right to do that.”
No matter if he means it or not, you say, “Thank you.”
You hope now, this is where your relationship tips back into place. Crave the (semi-regular) normalcy you two had before you brought a man over, and it’s starting to look like things are going to go back to the way it was, so you get up out of your seat, grab your bag off the kitchen table and start to make your way to your room to start preparing for bed.
He says your name, then, “Actually, no.”
You turn to him with questioning eyes. “What?”
“I don’t like how you brought that guy over,” he’s sitting up now, looking annoyed. “I hate it. I really fucking do.”
“I don’t think you have a place to say that to me, especially with the type of shit you pull.” you warn.
“I do the shit I do for a reason.” he defends.
Readjusting the bag in your hands, you frown. “And what reason is that?”
He doesn’t say anything, so you shake your head, hands getting all sweaty. “I don’t understand, Tetsurou. Look, all I’m asking is for you to stop bringing girls over, or just to stop being so loud. It’s like you’re jealous, or something.”
Kuroo blushes and turns his head away in a sad attempt to hide his fluster from you.
Tentatively, you ask, “Are you?”
He takes a shuddery breath and looks you in the eyes again, his cheeks still pink. “It is bad to say that maybe I am?”
“Well,” your mouth is dry, “Why are you? Did you just fuck all those girls next door to make me feel bad, or something?”
He shakes is head, “No. No, that wasn’t my intention.”
“Then what was?” you bark, starting to get angry. Growing tired of his games, exhausted from all this stupid back and forth, getting nowhere, moving toward nothing.
Kuroo says something under his breath, and it’s muttered and gargled under what you can only assume is embarrassment.
He closes his eyes and centers himself, rubs his hands over his knees, “I didn’t think it bothered you that much,” he starts, and he knows you want to say something, but he puts out a finger to stop you. “I know how bad that sounds, but maybe it’s because of how, I don’t know, fuck, I’m so pent up and want you so bad, felt so much about you, and I know I can’t so I go to other girls to get that satisfaction, and maybe it did feel good knowing you could hear me in the beginning, but now I hate myself for making you feel horrible-“
He gives you a look and tilts his head. “What?”
You put your bag on the kitchen counter and step up to him, raise your hands, shaking, unsure where to touch him. “I literally don’t believe you.”
“I’m sorry,” he stares at you like you aren’t even there, “What?”
“God,” you groan angrily, “This is so fucking frustrating. This whole situation is so fucked.”
To think, after all this time, through your pathetic means of getting back at him, Kuroo wanted you as much as you wanted him. You want to scream, to cry, but you don’t, because there’s only thing on your mind now. Show him how much this little predicament has gotten to you. Because gods, you need it. And he deserves it in the worst way possible.
“The only reason I fucked that guy is because I wanted to get back at you!” you scoff, fuming. “I hated how you were getting laid so much, that I wasn’t getting laid at all, I thought, maybe, I’d be able to give you a taste of your own medicine.”
The moment lasts far too long for your comfort, both of you scared to make the wrong move, say the wrong thing, shatter this fragile moment into a billion little pieces.
Then, he asks, “So, what now?”
I don’t know, you think, what do two people do when they’ve been pining after each other for god knows how long?
You hate the way your hands shake, the way your entire body shakes with something like giddy anticipation. And maybe it’s the way he’s just sitting there, looking up at you like a lost puppy unsure what to do, or the way his eyes are just so round, or his hair is just so messy and so him, but you can’t help yourself, know that this is a moment that you’ll probably never get to see ever again, and god, you’ll never forgive yourself if you passed this up. So you ask, breathless and quiet, “Can I kiss you?”
He swallows, “I mean, yes-“
The adrenaline of it all hits you like a freight train, and you’re already up and on him, grasping his face in between your hands and pulling your lips together.
It’s not gentle, or sweet, or the first kind of kiss you were thinking of whenever you thought of kissing Kuroo. It’s all teeth and hunger and like you’re a girl again, with all that teenage lust that everyone feels at least once in their life when you’re all overcome by hormones and horniness. Or maybe it’s just the relief of finally, finally, getting something you’ve been waiting so long for. The ferocity of wanting to keep that very same thing you’ve waited for.
He’s a good kisser, lips are so soft and body so warm and delicious against you when he pulls you closer, and you almost forget to jerk away for air, until he’s the one pulling back, face pink and pretty and lips swollen red.
He pants against your mouth. “I’ve thought about this so many times,” he admits.
You laugh and press your foreheads together, staring him in the eyes and giving him a lazy little smile. “I’ve thought about it, too.”
When he catches his breath, he moves his gaze down to the seams of your pants, thumbs at it with the tips of his fingers, like he’s unsure or doesn’t know how to go further.
So instead, you’re the one to press forward. “Want to bring this to the bedroom?”
Kuroo looks up at you then, still fiddling with your jeans, but he nods, returns a smile back and presses your hips closer with strong, firm hands until you can feel the bulge in his shorts.
“Well,” you joke, “That answers my question.”
He grunts a playful, “Shut up.”
Laughing, you place a wet kiss under his ear, breathy and hearty, and wrap your arms around his neck and clasp your hands together.
It’s his turn to laugh now, hoisting you up on strong legs and leading you to your bedroom, pushing it open with his knee, setting you every so tenderly on the bed, like you’re made of glass, and leans over you. Starts staring at you like you’re something to figure out, or a puzzle to be solved. The air’s heavier than ever, foggy and clouded of the possibility of what’s to be, what can be. Pushing up on trembling arms, you catch his face between your hands again, (you make sure to be softer this time), and press your mouths together in a nice, long kiss.
Now, you think, this is what I’ve dreamt of.
It’s not long before you both have your clothes off, thrown about like a hurricane came fresh through. Tetsurou’s babbling nonsense, mouth on your skin, on your neck, behind your ears, biting on your tits. Hands massaging the skin of your thighs, trailing up, up, up until he’s got handfuls of your ass in his palm, mouth hanging open and muttering praises of how pretty you are, how much he’s thought about this, how grateful he is to have you all to himself; and it makes your heart jump out of your chest and soar.
There’s nothing like this, you decide. No other way you’ll get a kick like this, than without with him. No, you knew you were never gonna be satisfied unless you had him all to yourself, and now, finally, you do. And it’s one of the most amazing things in the world, and it’s so cliche, you hate cliche, but being with him just makes you feel so safe and whole.
You breathe out his name, pleading into the hot air of your bedroom, and he comes up to greet you, hair tousled from your hands and a familiar glint in his eyes. He kisses you again, and it’s quick, before he’s pulling back again and waiting for your signal.
“This is gonna be more than this, right? More than sex, I mean.” you ask carefully.
He smiles. “I want this to be more,” he says. “You’ve always meant more to me.”
You draw circles on his skin with your finger. “Same for you. There’s just, I don’t know. It’s kinda embarrassing to call it a crush, I’ve just always wanted more, I’d definitely be lying If I say I haven’t thought about you in that way, if I said I haven’t liked you for a while.”
Tetsurou looks like he’s trying to think of the next words to say, then, lightheartedly, he says, “This definitely isn’t a one night stand, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
Snorting out a laugh, you shake your head. “God, you’re annoying. No. Of course not.”
“Because if it was It’d be awkward to know the person I had a one night stand with lives, literally, right next store.”
“Yeah,” you muffle another laugh, “No shit.”
He smiles against your skin, gives a kiss to a sensitive spot on your neck, and pumps himself with his hand, he’s hard, painfully so, you can only imagine how many times he’s thought of you while he was getting himself off, or thinking about you while he was fucking other women. It’s a dirty thought, it makes your head spin and your breath catch in your throat, and you still hate that he got it on with other women, women who aren’t you, but you settle with, ‘It’s in the past, he’s mine now. God, he’s all mine and I’m never letting him go’.
“Can I?” he asks for permission.
You press your chest against him. “Of course.”
He’s gentle at first, kneads your thighs under his hands and thrusts into you with a sort of desperate vigor. He’s holding back, you can tell, know because you’ve heard him be rougher when you were separated by a paper-thin wall, so you stretch until your lips are to his ear, tell him that it’s okay for him to go hard, tell him to break you beyond repair.
It’s like something breaks then, and he speeds up. Hits so deep inside you and ticks all your boxes.
“Oh, fuck.” you gasp, claw at his shoulders and laugh when he winces at your nails scraping up and down his back.
Tetsurou groans your name, arms straining and eyes rolling beautifully into the back of his head. The bed rocks against the wall, and he nuzzles into the skin of your neck, hot and warm; then he’s babbling again, warns you that he’s about to cum, tells you to do it with him. And with a few more hard, rough thrusts, you both cum together with a loud, broken shout of each other’s names.
When he pulls out, there’s an icky sticky feeling between your legs, but never mind that, he slides over to the spot beside you, despite his body being all big and legs almost too long for your bed.
“Why didn’t we do that sooner?” you whisper.
“Because we’re idiots.” he turns over, pulls you into a hug and sighs into your skin.
“You mean you’re the idiot?” you tease.
Tetsurou whines, “Don’t do that to me, baby.”
“Okay, okay.” you take a long, deep breath. “Man-whore.” you whisper.
He pulls back and looks at you, face full of faux shock. “Excuse me?”
He groans and leans his chin on top of your head, fingers twitching against your skin.
“I’m sleepy,” you say after a good five minutes of silence.”
He hums, “Then go to bed.”
The ache in your legs is uncomfortable, and you have to turn around in his arms when you almost feel like they’re about to fall asleep. “‘eed to clean up.”
When he senses you’re about to say something else, he shushes you, tightens his hold and settles deeper into the sheets.
You think you’d put up more of a fight, but he’s just so warm, you feel so tired, feel too comfortable in his arms to get up, so you return the embrace, close your eyes and let yourself fall asleep.
It’s not perfect. There’s still a lot unsaid, but you know you’ll talk more about it tomorrow. But right now, everything just seems okay, everything’s alright, and you’re in his arms.
And that’s all you’ve truly ever needed.
Bless Kuroo Tetsurou being your roommate, despite everything.
