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The music was so loud you had to hold yourself back from covering your ears. Your friend had abandoned you a while ago but you didn’t mind. She was off getting some dick, from a cute freckled boy, apparently, and you’d even fixed up her make-up and slipped her two condoms when he’d finally worked up the courage to ask her to leave with him; you were supportive like that. But now you were alone at a party where you didn’t know too many people and where the music was so bad you were seriously contemplating downing the bottle of tequila you were holding onto. It was still half full so that might actually help.
But you controlled yourself. You weren’t here to enjoy the music or to get blackout drunk. You were here to get some dick. It had been a while that you’d been out to find someone completely new, a while since you’d seriously dolled yourself up. Even your chronically low self-esteem had had to admit that you looked pretty fucking hot once your friend had finished your make-up and the two of you had put on your outfits of the night. It felt good to look good even though every time you put in effort, you remembered why you didn’t do this too often. Just too much fucking work.
Sauntering slowly, you walked through the house, searching, locking eyes with a few people but no one particularly caught your eye. You sighed, contemplating whether you should just leave, walk another round, maybe spending a bit longer in each room, or settle for someone you weren’t necessarily keen on but who could still surprise you. Then you locked eyes with him.
Kuroo Tetsurou hated your guts and you knew it. You fucking over his best friend Bokuto at some point last year might have something to do with that. But that his aversion was still intense enough to basically fry you with just one look did surprise you. Nevertheless you shot him a provoking smirk and a wink before you let your eyes wander some more. Maybe that cute short guy who was currently arguing with Haiba Lev would-
“Don’t even think about it!” A large hand closed around your arm, roughly pulling you away from the group of Nekoma students and into a room that looked like a living room. You looked up at Kuroo, back down to your arm which he was still grasping and raised your eyebrows.
“Someone feeling brusque tonight? What’s gotten under your skin, Kuroo?”
“No one that matters, trust me,” he retorted, letting go off your arm, crossing his instead and leaning against the door frame he’d just pushed you through. “But I could see that you’re up to no good again and I ain’t having that.”
“So you’re saying I don’t matter… But I still get under your skin?,” you taunted, mimicking his frowning expression and arm placement. “And as for the whole being up to no good thing… What can I say, being bad is more fun. I could demonstrate if you like.” Kuroo stayed silent. He didn’t play along, the look in his eyes cold as stone and you pouted.
“Do you even feel bad?” Your pout vanished and you looked up at him, eyes wide.
“What-,” you mumbled but your voice betrayed you, giving out after the first word. The question had caught you off guard.
“Do you even feel bad?,” Kuroo repeated, pushed himself off the doorframe and started walking towards you, almost a predatory glint in his cat-like eyes. You wanted to back away but you weren’t that far gone. This was Kuroo Tetsurou, after all, you knew how to deal with his wannabe authority highs.
“Every night when I go to bed, every morning when I wake up,” you joked and shot him a smirk but he didn’t falter.
“Cuz Bokuto did.”
“Leave him out of this!” The words came out sharper than you’d planned on. You needed to calm yourself the fuck down. You didn’t normally let Nekoma’s scheming Captain provoke you so easily. It was usually the other way round, ever since you’d fucked your way into similar circles. “Oh come on, Kuroo! And what if I did? What would that change, huh? Isn’t he dating his libera friend now?”
“It’s libero and no. He’s dating his team’s setter, Akaashi.”
“Ah, right. There you go. From what I remember, that kid was much prettier than me and you anyways. So, no hard feelings, yeah?” But Kuroo wasn’t even listening to you. Instead, his eyes were roaming your body and you suddenly realised that his cheeks were a bit flushed. Was he… Tipsy?
“Akaashi is a pretty guy. But what’s more important is that he isn’t a fucking bad person like you.” There was no slur in his speech. He wasn’t wobbling either but something wasn’t like it usually was. His eyes were… Different. The look he gave you was less sharp than usual; as if he was looking at you through a veil and there was also a little spark in them that wasn’t usually there. It was… Playful?
“So,” and again, your voice was almost betraying you. But you couldn’t let this chance you thought you were getting, you couldn’t believe was being presented to you, just pass on. “You think Akaashi is a better person than me. I think we all know that. But you didn’t agree when I called him prettier. Are you saying you think I’m pretty?”
You’d always thought that Kuroo Tetsurou was handsome. He was tall and had a great physique in general. It didn’t help that his hair and sly smirks always made him look like he was onto something, only adding to his bad boy charm. You also had to admit that it was quite hot how he was always ordering around his teammates and though it was usually people like Bokuto or that germaphobe kid, Sakusa, who caught your eye at games, smashing balls down onto the courts faster than you could comprehend, you couldn’t deny that it was also incredibly hot how Kuroo sometimes slammed balls straight back down just after they’d left the spiker’s hand. It was almost like he was closing doors, like he was saying a firm “No” and the frustration the hitters must always feel didn’t usually leave you cold either. The fact that Kuroo was one of the first ones to basically immediately see through your act and that he’d always treated you like the arsehole you were was another reason for you to at least try to walk through the door you were gambling on being opened then and there. Kuroo Tetsurou was ridiculously hot. And tonight, apparently, he wasn’t exactly immune to your charms. Not as immune as he usually was, anyways.
“I didn’t say shit.” But the playful spark in his eyes was still there, maybe even stronger than before. And you were sure that he’d been looking at your lips just then.
“What about what you were thinking?”
Again, his eyes darted down to your lips, resting there for longer, this time. Slowly, he looked back up, meeting your eyes and a tinge of his signature smirk started to dance around the corners of his mouth. Did you have him? Did you really manage to catch Kuroo fucking Tetsurou? Just like that?
“I’m thinking,” he said quietly, eyes moving back down to your lips once more. “You’re up to no good again.”
“That’s not a secret, Kuroo.”
“No, it’s not.”
“More like a rule.”
“Yeah, maybe.”
“The question is,” You contemplated stepping closer to him but decided against it. This situation needed to be handled delicately. This whole thing was still too fragile. So you just stood there, looking up at him through your lashes almost shily. You honestly didn’t even have to completely fake that; he was just really tall and really handsome and kind of scary. “What are you up to, tonight? Are you up to no good?”
You had him. You knew you had him when the grin that had ben dancing around the corners of his mouth finally spread across his whole face. He dropped his serious, indifferent expression and the sly look he gave you made a chill run down your spine. With two long steps he overcame the small distance between the two of you. The party was still in full play but no one paid attention to the Nekoma Captain who was looking down at you for a second before lifting his hand slowly to touch your face. You almost flinched, almost. But just ended up closing your eyes when you felt his fingertips ghost over your skin.
“Wanna find out?”
You reaped a few curious looks when you followed Kuroo up the stairs. Whose house was this again? Some kid from Itachiyama like your friend, probably. It wasn’t eyebrow-kid and it wasn’t germaphobe-kid, you were sure of that, but apart from them, nobody else came to mind.
It was much quieter, upstairs. The bad music sounded muffled here and the air was much better, compared to the crowded living room and the kitchen. Kuroo seemed to be knowing where he was going, walking in front of you with long, fast strides. You did your best to just speed up your own steps instead of falling into a light jog. What was he in a hurry for?
He stopped in front of an inconspicuous, light brown door, pushing it open without hesitation and stepped into the dark room behind it. You followed. The door closed behind you again and shut out most of the noises from downstairs that had already gotten much quieter. You were alone in the dark with Kuroo Tetsurou.
“Well, isnn’t that cosy – OI!” With a painful thump, your back hit the wall next to the door and strong fingers closed around your jaw, tilting your head up. You could barely see anything in the dark but one thing was pretty fucking clear: Kuroo wasn’t smiling anymore.
“I’m giving you one last chance to leave, right now.” His words almost came out as a growl and you felt as if the temperature of the room had dropped a few degrees since entering. “One last chance to get the fuck out and never crash any of my friends’ parties again.”
“And if I don’t?,” you asked, voice calmer than he liked. You weren’t afraid, not one bit. Excited at most. Angry boys usually made up for the best make-out anyways and if there was one thing you were sure of, it was that Kuroo Tetsurou was angry with you. Who would’ve guessed that sweet Bokuto was still good for something even after dumping him?
“If you don’t, I’m gonna do my best to teach you a lesson in humility or two.”
“Well, I am a sucker for the teacher x student trope…”
“Last chance, Y/N.”
“Bite me, Tet-chan!”
His lips were on yours faster than you could comprehend. Before you knew it, his tongue had slipped into your mouth, dancing across your bottom lip, tugging, pulling little gasps from you. One hand was still on your jaw, the other was on your hip now, pulling your body against his. You were trapped between him and the wall of the room you hadn’t even looked at properly and all you could think about were his hands on your skin.
“All jokes aside,” his voice was several notes lower than usual and had a sexy rasp to it. The grip on your chin got a little less bruising and you could see a whisp of reluctance in his cat-like eyes. “If I do anything you’re really not into let me know. But,” He lowered his hand from your jaw down to your neck, squeezing just hard enough for your legs to start trembling in anticipation. “I’m not gonna be asking, alright?”
“If I wanted lovey-dovey, Kuroo, I could just call Bokuto.”
“I’m gonna fucking break you, Y/N.”
You nearly coughed. That’s how hard he squeezed your throat and you couldn’t help but whimper. Your head was getting so deliciously clouded again, all the bad thoughts being drowned in the feelings of Kuroo’s hand on your neck and his tongue in your mouth. He harshly started tugging on your clothing until your dress had ridden up your thighs, one of which he grabbed to be able to press himself closer against you. He was wearing jeans and nothing but those and your panties were separating the two of you now.
Just when you were getting used to all the different sensations and able to order your thoughts, he pulled you towards him, spun you around and pressed you back against the wall, face front, this time. Your head was being pulled back by your hair for him to gain better access to your neck which he was now bruising with open-mouthed kisses and his teeth and you couldn’t help but let out a surprised little gasp. The hand that didn’t hold a tight grip onto your hair was kneading the flesh of your arse, pulling you back against his crotch by your hips. A whimper left your throat when his mouth made a particularly sensual move and you could feel the blush that’d been on your face for quite some time now spread down your neck.
“God, you’re desperate, aren’t you?,” he mumbled and a little noise slipped past your lips before you could hold yourself back. “What, you like it when I talk to you? When I call you the pathetic little whore you are? You like it when I treat you exactly the way you deserve it?”
“Just fuck me, already,” you breathed and you could feel him open his trousers but after that… Nothing. “Please?”
“There we go.”
He went to put on a condom he’d pulled out of one of his pockets while he was still kissing the back of your neck and then, finally, he pulled your panties aside and…
God, he was good at fucking. Kuroo and you had always had a kind of tension but you knew better than anyone that that alone most certainly didn’t make for great sex. But Kuroo knew what he was doing. Though he portrayed exactly the cocky, self-centred roughness you had been looking for this evening, no lovey-dovey “I want you to cum first” shit but just getting used, he still angled your body in ways that made every thrust feel better than the one before and had you whimpering in no time.
“Not so cocky now, are we?,” he whispered into your ear and when you closed your mouth out of pride and denied him any sound of yours for a few seconds, you knew you’d made a mistake. He slipped out of you, grabbed you by the hair and started dragging you across the room. He then bent you over again, folding your arms behind your back, grabbing them and using them to pull you back onto his cock and started fucking you again.
“Look at yourself!”
Fuck. You were standing in front of a mirror.
“I said look at yourself.”
You did. He looked so tall behind you, holding your arms behind your back, fucking you at an almost lazy pace, looking all smug and adamant.
“Do you see how pathetic you look?” You could have just played along. You knew some guys were into this sort of thing, into girls telling them what pathetic little whores they were, just for them, of course! But no. Kuroo had potential and you didn’t want a good time. You wanted your head to go silent again.
“All I see is a cocky bed-head who’s butt-hurt over his friend getting dumped.”
And Kuroo changed his rhythm. He did it slowly, fucking into you a little harder, with a little more purpose, almost, increasing the pace bit for bit until it was impossible for you to stay quiet. You started letting out little whimpers again. He was hitting you exactly at the right speed, exactly at the right depth, fucking keeping that perfect rhythm, that you almost didn’t even have to concentrate to get closer and closer to orgasm.
“Keep looking at yourself!” You did. You looked completely desperate, your face almost suffering from how much pleasure you were having. “You see it now? What a pitiful fucking thing you are?”
“No.”
And then he went faster. Same depth, but slightly increased speed and God was it perfect and almost, almost enough, but then he slowed down again, going back to fucking you almost lazily.
“No, no, no, please!,” you heard yourself say. You’d been so close, so fucking close. He sped up again, driving you right to the edge and when you closed your eyes to finally cum, you felt a hand on your throat.
“Forget it. I want you to look at yourself. I want you to see how you fall apart.” And you did look up. Tears were streaming down your face by now and when he picked up the pace even more, you were half-sobbing. It wasn’t enough. You were so close but it wasn’t enough and your head was empty, except for the thought of desperately you wanted him to make you cum and well he was fucking you.
“You wanna cum, huh?”
“Please!”
“You see how desperate you look?”
“Yeah.”
“There we go, darling. In the end you’re nothing more than a desperate little whore. No better than any of us. Not above anyone, right?”
“Not anyone, no. Please, Kuroo!”
“Keep looking!”
And then the hand that had been holding on to your throat moved down while he upped the pace a tiny bit and he started also lazily, softly playing with your clit. You could barely see yourself at this point, tears clouding your view.
He kept you like this. Using the agonising pace to keep you close, softly playing with you, giving you everything but not enough at the same time until your legs threatened to give out. After a few minutes, you’d lost all of your self-respect, basically begging him non-stop to make you cum but he didn’t even bother to answer you. All he did was turn your head back to the mirror every time you looked away before going back to playing with your clit. After a few more minutes, you couldn’t talk anymore, just making incoherent noises, half of them sobs, the other half moans and whimpers and when your throat started burning and he was the one holding up most of your bodyweight, softly started kissing the back of your neck, up to your ear, to finally, finally whisper: “I think I want you to cum now. Come on, Y/N, scream for me!”
He didn’t give you time to breathe. Before you could comprehend what he’d just said, he started cirling his finger around you faster, much faster than before, deepening his thrusts while keeping the same speed and when you opened your mouth to let out whatever sounds you still had left inside of you, an iron grip covered your lips, while his other hand was still working on your clit.
You came hard, your legs giving out almost completely, his hand drinking up most of your sounds, his body covering yours while he was still fucking into you, caging you, holding you still. Your body was still spasming when he let go of you, causing you to fall onto the floor, your hand moving to get those last little shocks of pleasure out of you. You almost didn’t notice how he took off the condom and only realised what he was doing when you felt his cum hit your shoulder and your arm. The bastard had jacked off on you.
You were cold and your feet hurt. The bus stop was only a few more metres and you didn’t have it that far until you were home. Your body felt sore but good. That orgasm had been mind-blowing and you weren’t gonna lie, having Kuroo Tetsurou degrade you like that had been one hell of an experience. He’d left shortly after cumming, not before telling you how much of a horrible person you were, of course and you’d only cleaned yourself rudimentary. It was time to go home and take a shower anyways.
You didn’t feel shitty yet but you knew that reality would take you back eventually, it always did. While you were waiting, you took out your phone. It was almost dead and you rolled your eyes, annoyed with yourself for forgetting to bring a power bank but before you could start letting your negative thoughts creep back in, you stumbled upon something on your Instagram. You had a new follow request. A devilish grin spread across your face.