[Haikyuu!!] Unique - | KuroOi

♡Steph-chan♡

Please pardon me and my late night thoughts. I don't know why my head is dirty af. Pray. Pray. Pray. Amen.

Third Person's Point of View

●F*cking Monday Morning●

Tooru climbed onto the bed on his knees.

And not too long ago, he’s actually on his knees too.

(He was engaged in an entirely different activity)

Oikawa's eyes were glued to Kuroo’s body waist-up.

He's staring at the remnants of the red marks that Tooru’s a little too proud of.

Inching closer to the sleeping man until he’s right above him, knees clamped to each side of Kuroo's hips.

Tooru brings a hand over to the immaculately (divine) exposed chest, letting his fingers to glide teasingly over the surface.

He brushes a thumb over Kuroo’s n*pple, doing a circular motion that elicits a muffled grunt from Tetsurou.

Oikawa enjoys watching the guy getting aroused in his sleep immensely.

Tooru replaced the thumb on Kuroo’s n*pple with the hot wetness of his tongue.

Oikawa could only hope that Tetsurou wouldn't mind waking up with both of his wrists handcuffed on the headboard and with Tooru riding him.

Tooru noticed the hardening length beneath the thin blanket.

He can feel it too, the constriction between his own thighs, and a wicked thought came upon him.

Tooru knows how heavy of a sleeper Kuroo is and that there is practically nothing in the world that can bring him to wakefulness quickly.

'But we’ll see about that.'

Oikawa thinks to himself as he began to leave a trail of kisses from Kuroo’s jawline and then through the valley between his godly chest, and from there on continuing on his delicious abs.

Keeping his movements very gentle, he slowly pulled away the blanket covering the lower half of Kuroo's body.

Tetsurou's hardened c*ck springs into view--a magnificent sight that never ceases to amaze Tooru.

Wetting his lips, Tooru leans in to take the entirety of Kuroo's c*ck in his mouth.

Kuroo's eyebrows are furrowed, and Oikawa wondered if Kuroo would beg in his dreams, or maybe chant Tooru's name like a prayer in between breathless pants.

Oikawa slides his tongue up and down Kuroo’s erection.

His one hand pumped the roundness at the base of it.

He pauses at the tip and skillfully swirls his tongue, sucks on it, spreading the prec*m all over the surface.

There’s a glistening coat of wetness mixed with his own saliva.

Tooru picks up his speed, taking Kuroo’s c*ck in and out of his mouth until the guy released a series of ragged breaths signalling his impending org*sm.

Not long after, a hot molten wetness spills into Oikawa's mouth.

Kuroo

Tooru...

Kuroo gasped, very surprised, eyes fluttering open.

Oikawa

Morning, sleepy head.

Oikawa greets, looking up at a very startled Kuroo.

He wipes away the mess around his mouth with his sleeve and drags his tongue over his upper lip as seductively as possible.

Kuroo

O-Oikawa? W-What--

Kuroo croaked, lifting his head off the pillow slightly to stare at Tooru who’s rubbing the tip of his length again.

Oikawa

I thought nothing could ever rouse you.

Oikawa flashes him a seductive smile.

Oikawa

But I guess even Kuroo Tetsurou would wake up to a terrific bl*wjob.

Kuroo

Tooru, you do know it’s Monday, right?

Tetsurou groaned, throwing his head back onto the pillow, his forearm placed over his eyes as though to hide his utter disbelief and embarrassment.

He actually did wake up to Tooru blowing him and making him c*m nonetheless.

Oikawa

So what? Your little friend here seems to disagree.

Which is absolutely true, because Kuroo is all hard once again.

Kuroo

D-Don’t you have class?

Oikawa

It’s healthy to skip class once in a while.

Tooru replies, bringing his face dangerously close to Kuroo’s erection.

Oikawa

Plus, my sense of responsibility tells me to do something about this.

Kuroo peeks at his grinning boyfriend, very aware that he’s got a point.

Oikawa, the little hot devil that he is, proceeds to f*cking lick it, producing the most obscene sound possible.

A gushing moan of ecstasy.

Oikawa

Come on, Tetsu-chan.

Oikawa

I know you wanna f*ck me so bad.

Kuroo

Tooru...

Oh. Oikawa knows that what that tone implies: Kuroo is on the brink of losing his sanity.

Just a little more push.

That’s all Tooru needs to completely make his boyfriend succumb to him.

With a scheming smile, Oikawa hoists himself off the bed to stand at the end of it.

Eyes never leaving Kuroo's he reaches for the hem of his T-shirt and begins to roll it up slowly, exposing his stomach.

In one deliberate movement, he pulls it over his head and throws it onto the floor.

His boxers follow suit, and then allowing Kuroo a full uncensored view of his nak*dness.

Oikawa climbs onto the bed and onto his unmoving boyfriend.

Oikawa

I lost my bus pass...

He situates himself in a position that makes their c*cks collide, and slowly, pressing his weight down onto Kuroo's erection deliberately.

Oikawa

Can I ride you instead--

And Kuroo snaps, giving Oikawa no time to even finish his sentence, slamming him onto the mattress.

Kuroo

You brought this onto yourself.

Kuroo

I hope you’re ready for what’s about to happen.

Oikawa scoffs playfully, though internally he’s a screaming mess and trembling with fearful excitement.

Oikawa

Oh, Tetsu-chan.

Oikawa

I’d rather you just skip the dirty talk and f*ck me straight--

Kuroo slammed his mouth against Tooru's, silencing him.

He doesn’t bother being gentle anymore, and Oikawa doesn’t mind that one bit, reciprocating the kiss with the same intensity.

Slow, gentle s*x with Kuroo is heaven.

But rough, desperate s*x with an unrestrained Kuroo is f*cking the best.

Oikawa claws desperately at Kuroo’s back to pull him infinitely closer.

Oikawa

Ah!

Oikawa cries when Kuroo breaks the kiss to suck on his neck.

He’s beyond aroused and the need to have Kuroo moving inside him intensifies.

Oikawa

K-Kuroo--ah... f*ck me, sh*t--oh God--f*ck me right now--

Kuroo reclaims Tooru’s lips again to drown out his moans, sliding the entirety of his d*ck into him.

The melting heat of Tooru’s inside wraps around his length immediately.

He slowly thr*sts in and out, the aftermath of not stretching, and he can feel Oikawa trembling beneath him, moaning loudly into his mouth.

Oikawa

F*ck--

Oikawa

Faster Kuroo...

Oikawa

Faster--yes--ah---I’m---

Replacing his movement with a series of deep and desperate thr*sts, Tetsurou grunts, increasing his speed until Tooru is shrieking with pleasure.

It’s a mixture of pain and ecstasy.

Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door and the heat of lust suddenly turned into an indescribable irritation.

Kuroo

Sh*t.

Kuroo curses, getting off Oikawa immediately, rolling off the bed to find the nearest clothes he can wear.

Filled with annoyance, Oikawa swears he would strangle whoever’s at the door, interrupting the best moment of his life.

Unhappily, he gets off the bed to dress himself too.

Oikawa

Just who the f*ck is that?

Once fully clothed, Kuroo strides towards the door and opens it, and an extremely traumatized Sugawara comes into view.

Sugawara

The whole floor can hear you, you know.

Suga doesn’t even bother saying hi.

Kuroo

U-Uh, I’m sor--

Oikawa

You--oh my God--

Oikawa’s voice floats from the background, cutting through their conversation.

Oikawa

You f*cking c*ckblock son of a--

Sugawara

Who the f*ck even f*cks on a f*cking Monday morning?

Sugawara

I swear to God, you guys better start thinking with your heads rather than your d*cks.

Sugawara

You just woke up the entire building!

| KuroOi |