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“Tetsurou what are you doing?”
You were trying to watch the documentary your history teacher had set for homework- due tomorrow morning you might add. You had told your boyfriend that he could come over, if he really wanted to, but that you had to watch the stupid thing and that it wouldn't exactly be fun for him.
Kuroo had given you a cocky grin, leaning down to press his lips against your ear and whispering suggestively.
“I’m sure I’ll find something to entertain me.~”
And he had....
You slap away you boyfriends wandering hands, again, frowning at the TV.
Honestly, he was like a cat vying for your attention, always at the most inopportune times of course.
You sit in-between his legs on the floor, desperately trying to take notes on the work books spewed out over the low lying coffee table in your living-room. You hope at least some of the information sticks for the pop quiz your teacher is sure to set for tomorrow. You can never get all those dates right in your brain.
You shiver involuntarily as his breath ghosts across the back off your neck.
-'1854, Commodore Matthew Perry forces the Japanese government to open a limited number of ports for trade'.-
Kuroo slips his large hands under your shirt, kneading your hips. Slowly, slowly traveling upwards till they reach your breasts and making an appreciative noise when he finds your nipples already erect and tingling. You take a shaky breath to clear your head.
-'1868, Meiji restoration begins and in 1872 the first railway line between Tokyo and Yokohama is built.'-
He leans forward to suck leisurely at your neck and you can feel his hardness through the material of his pants as he accidentally-on-purpose presses his erection up against your ass and rolls his hips teasingly. You definitely don’t let out a little mewl at that, nope, that doesn't happen at all.
-'1894-95 is the Sino-Japanese War and 1904-05 is the Russo-Japa-'
-what were you writing? Shit! It felt so good when he played with your nipples like that. He's so good with his fingers, you really want him to- Wait no, you have to get this done before tomorrow! You couldn't afford to be distr….distracted! Even when he was ……okay fuck it.
Kuroo’s hands leave your breasts and travel downwards deliriously, deliciously slowly, tracing every curve of your body and purring in your ear.
“You look so cute right now [Name]-chan.”
Yeah okay you admit you have no idea what is on the screen now. You close your eyes and feel his smirk against the skin of your throat. God he's good at getting you hot and bothered.
“Mn… Tetsu don’t stop.”
“Ora? Aren’t you meant to be working?”
Your eyes snap open in annoyance.
“That’s hard when you….when you’re…ngh.”
“When I’m what?"
Kuroo’s teasing voice coupled with his hands, which are now steadily making their way under your skirt towards your aching arousal in lazy circles, makes your legs tremble in anticipation as you desperately try to keep yourself under control. You open your mouth to deliver a cutting remark but it is somewhat ruined when instead a soft groan leaves your mouth as his fingers finally circle the outline of you heat through your embarrassingly damp panties.
“Heh, you’re so wet.”
“Well yeah stupid that’s what happens when-Ah!”
Not letting you finish Kuroo moves your panties aside and runs one long finger along your slit. Your moan is embarrassingly loud and it only encourages him, as he begins to move his finger slowly in and out of your glistening opening, crooking his finger each time in a come-hither motion that has you mewling his name into the back of your hand. Kuroo lets out a small growl at your ear at the sound and begins to attack your neck with his teeth to coax more of those lewd noises from your lips.
You drop your pencils so that one hand can brace yourself against the table and the other can cover your mouth to attempt to stop your embarrassingly loud moans.
Kuroo clicks his tongue behind your ear and grabs your hand away from your mouth, thrusting two fingers up into you as punishment.
“You’re not allowed to hold in your cute noises kitten, that’s not playing fair.”
The pet name has you rutting against his hand, your cheeks flaming red, desperate to reach your climax that only just eludes you. His frenzied fingers thrusting in and out of your wet heat just isn't enough to tip you over the edge.
“Tetsu- ngh- please it isn't enough. Please hurry!
Kuroo chuckles, his knuckle grazing your swollen clit teasingly as he pulls his hand free of you panties and grasps your hips. He managers to maneuver your panting form so that your back is on the coffee table, causing your carefully stacked books to fall to the floor in disarray.
Kuroo’s eyes lock with yours as he grins, slipping your soaked underwear down your legs before he wrenches them open, letting them rest on his shoulders so that you are wantonly displayed before him in a way that makes your cheeks burn.
Kuroo’s eyes sear with lust as he takes in your splayed legs and dripping arousal, they way your chest rises and falls under your rucked shirt, your flushed face.
He bends down and breathes hot air against your clit making you squirm in his grasp.
“Shit, Testu!”
“What do you want [Name]? Just ask and I’ll do it.”
Oh god. He wanted you to beg, and in the state you're in now you are fully prepared to. You desperately hope he doesn't bring this up later.
“Please Tetsu li-lick-“
“Lick?”
Kuroo takes your left foot into his hands and kisses the inside of your ankle.
“I want-“
He kisses slightly higher, his breath growing huskier by the second.
“You want?”
“Gah! For fuck's sake. I want you to give me head god dammit Kuroo!”
You cover your burning face with both your hands and moan in embarrassment as Kuroo snickers.
“You know I could never deny my little kitten anything.~”
You jolt as you feel his lips against the inside of your thigh and whimper at the ache his torturous lips are building up in your dripping sex as he places sinfully wet kisses there. You reach a hand down to grip his hair and try to pull him closer to where you need his mouth to be and Kuroo loves it, Loves seeing you this desperate.
“Easy pretty girl. All good things…”
You prop yourself up onto your elbows so that you can glare at your insanely annoying boyfriend with a huff.
“Kuroo Tetsurou. If you don’t start-“
You choke on your own words as Kuroo buries his head between your thighs and lavs at your clit with his warm tongue hard enough to make you cry out and fall back down as your arms give out.
“Fuck! Tetsu..! Jesu-fuck!”
He hums happily at your response, making your breath hitch, and shifts your legs wider so that he has better access, alternating between sucking at your clit and messy licks down between your lips.
Completely at his mercy you thrash about, tugging relentlessly at his hair and keeping up a constant stream of encouragement in the form of weak mewls of his name and loud curses every time his talented mouth takes you by surprise.
When your thighs start trembling around his shoulders he knows that you’re close. He groans, low and heavy against your heat before pulling back and crawling over your weakly squirming body so that he can nuzzle against your throat. His voice when it comes out is strained from the sheer amount of how fucking turned on he is right now.
“I’m fucking desperate to be inside you [Name], I’m gonna explode.”
Your breath has returned somewhat now that his tongue isn't teasing your folds mercilessly and you giggle at the state he’s in. He probably doesn't even realize he’s rocking against you with his clothed hard-on at this point, as his tortured breaths flutter across your neck. You wrap your arms around him and lick the shell of his ear. Nothing sounds better than having his throbbing dick inside you.
“What are you waiting for then? Fuck me good Tetsu.”
He doesn’t need any more encouragement.
Kuroo growls as he tries to get his belt off as fast as possible, only making it more difficult for himself in the process. When his pants and boxers are finally out of the way he gives himself a few quick pumps to try and relieve some of the tension he’s built up from teasing you for so damn long, but it does little to quell his lust.
He fumbles around in his wallet for the ever present condom, rolling it on himself more clumsily than he usually does. You giggle at his eagerness and hook your legs around his waist, pulling him closer so that his cock touches your wet folds and it’s all he can do not to collapse at the overwhelming pleasure your heat provides.
“Tetsu you’ve kept me waiting so long~ Hurry up, I want you inside me.”
He snarls and thrusts into you. Setting up a punishing pace that has you scrambling for purchase on his shoulders and quivering around him in a way that makes him see stars.
"Fuck [Name]! S-so tight…! Ngh.”
It doesn't take long for you to finally reach orgasm in hot waves that make you throw back your head against your now-battered Japanese history textbook. Clenching around his cock and crying out into his shoulder, crying out again when he doesn't let up his thrusts till he stiffens against you with a choked growl of your name. Twitching and shuddering he fills the condom with his come, moaning vulnerably in your ear while you pet his head, a smile tugging at your lips.
After-sex Kuroo is sleepy and affectionate, and dare you say it, extremely cute.
He nuzzles against your neck, laying sleepy kisses there as he stifling a yawn.
He had wanted to have you all day. You really have no idea how sexy you look in your Nekoma uniform. He had had to keep himself in check all through their boring lessons and now that you have finally helped him fulfill his fantasy about fucking you in your uniform he is sleepy and warm and unwilling to move.
The sound of the documentary credits rolling down the TV screen makes you frown. Feet now planted firmly on planet earth as you come down from the afterglow. You bop the back of your boyfriends head with your hand a little harder than strictly necessary.
“Tetsu you idiot! Now I have to watch that stupid thing again!”
Kuroo just gives a non-committal grunt and clutches you closer to him, not even bothering to pull out of you.
"Get off me dummy! This table isn’t exactly comfortable.”
Kuroo whines sadly and moves out and off you, straightening his clothes and chucking the used condom into the nearby bin.
You hunt for your underwear and pull them on, sorting out the mess of paper. Kuroo sets himself back behind you, his back to the sofa, opening his arms with a pout.
You acquiesce, making yourself comfortable between his legs with limited grumbling.
You blow on your bangs and snatch up the remote from where it fell off the table, rewinding the documentary and picking up your pencils while Kuroo dozes behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist and his head nestled in the crook of your neck breathing softly.
Maybe you had neglected him for a few days, but it wasn’t your fault if the teachers piled up your workload!
“Like a fucking cat,” you mutter as you resume your note taking as Kuroo smiles against your skin, holding you just that little bit closer to him and giving a mocking purr before falling asleep to the sound of your pencil scribbling against the paper and the monotone voices from the TV.
His last thought before he slips under is that he could stay like this with you forever.
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