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[hoejosatoru]

Roster Hopper - Nekoma edition

The Nekoma version of my original Karasuno roster hopper fic. That version can be found here

Pairings: Fem!Reader x Kuroo, Kenma, Yamamoto, Yaku, and Lev (all separately) I know this isn’t the entire roster like Karasuno, but I feel like I don’t know any of the other Nekoma players enough to write about them so we had to improvise adapt and overcome. Players named are bolded in their part of the story if you’d like to jump to a specific player.

Summary: You make a bet with you friend that you can sleep through the members of the college volleyball team you manage. Once again y/f/n = your friends name bc I didn’t feel like making one up<3

Word count: 5.4k

Warnings: sex with multiple characters (separately), fingering, raw sex, semi public sex, mask play, a little biting, (fake) blood mentioned, drinking, mirrors, face sitting, light ass slapping, finger in ass, squirting, scratching, a little over stimulation idk if I missed something lol also not proof read 

“How long has this volley been going?” you asked, as you watched the ball fly over the net again.

“I lost count after 15,” your friend replied, equally as mesmerized as you were. It was both of your second years managing Nekoma University’s mens volleyball team and you still weren’t used to how good they were. Especially when it came to defense. Whenever they played against themselves it went on forever because they were so good at keeping the ball from touching the floor.

Finally, though, the ball dropped with a definitive thump. Coach Nekomata declared that everyone had to drop and do 20 push ups for sloppy play, earning a chorus of groans and grumbles.

“They act like somebody’s died when they have to do push ups,” you friend commented, “Especially Kenma.” You both snickered lightly at the grumpy look on the blond’s face as he half-assed the push ups. Which, of course, the coach called him out on.

“To be fair, I’d act the same way if I had to do push up,” you replied. Your eyes flittered over the men as they worked out. You had to admit, it wasn’t a bad view.

Your friend stepped closer to you, her voice dropping. “Would it be wrong to say I wish I was under some of them right now?” 

You grinned. “You just read my mind.” You tried to be professional in your role as manager, but you couldn’t deny there were some very attractive players. You were too scared to hook up with any of them in your first year, thinking it could mess up your position. As a second year, you realize it was not that serious at all. You hoped this was the year you found out if anyone on the team was good at things, ahem, outside of volleyball. “I’d ask who you think is the cutest, but the way you’re staring at Kuroo I think I’ve got my answer.”

Your friend smacked your arm and hushed you even though you were not being loud at all. “Shut up. But yeah, can you blame me?”

You shook your head. “Not at all. Kenma’s cute, but you know how I feel about gamers.”

Your friend rolled her eyes at you. “Of course you’d think Kenma’s cute. I have to say, though, that first year Lev is hot. And he’s super tall.” 

After a bit of chatting, you both agreed that the 5 hottest players on the team, in no particular order, were Kuroo, Kenma, Lev, Yamamoto, and Yaku. A very wide range of men, indeed, but all hot in their own way. 

When you guys were in the safety of the hallway filling up the water bottles, you couldn't help but take the conversation a step forward. “So who do we thinking is the best in bed?”

“Hmm,” your friend made a thinking face. “Kuroo. It’s gotta be. But I’m curious about Yamamoto. I mean he obviously is girl crazy, but does he know what to do when one is in front of him?”

You snorted with laughter. “I could see him being a minute man, but I want to have more faith in him. I’m interested in Kenma, I just get a vibe there could be a freak in there somewhere.”

Your friend snickered. “I bet he’d make you wear a maid outfit.” 

A voice silenced your laughter. “Um, are the water bottles ready?” You both colored, finding the subject of your laughter standing behind you. He gave you both a strange look, not understanding why you were both acting so weird.

“Oh! Yes sorry, Kenma. Here. We’ll take the rest in.” You shoved a bottle in his hand before yanking your friend back towards the gym to get out of that situation.

“Do you think he heard us?” y/f/n half whispered half laughed. 

“Don’t think so,” you replied, “But, hey, maybe we shoulda just asked him what he’s into. I’m curious.”

“I guess we’ll never know who's the best,” your friend sighed. You were about to agree when an idea hit you. A very stupid idea.

“Maybe we could,” you wiggled your eye brows.

Your friend frowned. “That look is never good. What do you mean?”

“I’ll hook up with the 5 of them and then I can rank ‘em so we’ll know for sure.” 

“Are you joking?” 

“I should be, but I’m not.” Your friend gave you a look. “Oh come on!! You said you were curious. It’s not that crazy.”

“It absolutely is that crazy,” your friend replied. “There's no way you could get through all five.”

“Is that a challenge I’m hearing?” 

“Yes, only because I am very curious and will get to laugh at you if it doesn’t work. It’s a win-win for me,” your friend teased.

You and your friend drew up the rules. You had to have sex with Kuroo, Kenma, Yaku, Lev, and Yamamoto without anyone on the team finding out. If anyone figures it out, game over. And to make things a little extra challenging, you agreed to do it before the semester ended. Given the school year just started, you figured it should be enough time. You put $300 on the line. And your pride, of course.

“Who are you gonna go for first?”

Your eyes flickered over to a certain mohawk-haired player with a smirk. “I’ve got an idea.”

***

There was one challenge you would have to deal with with almost all of the players on your list, save for Lev. The second and third years live in the team house, meaning you had to be strategic about where you hooked up with them. Going to them would be difficult, so you had to come up with ideas to inconspicuously get them to you. Luckily, Yamamoto gave you an in.

 “Ugh, I bombed that essay so bad,” he groaned after practice. “The professor said I could do corrections, but I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

Yaku gave him a pitiful look. “Well, I’m not gonna help you there.” The rest of the team filed out, not wanting to get stuck with that job.

“I could help you, Yamamoto,” you piped up from behind him. By the time he turned to face you, his cheeks were already tinted.

“R-really? You'd do that?” He asked. Though he was girl-crazy, he was still quite nervous around them. It was cute, though.

“Of course!” you replied. “Why don’t you come by my dorm tomorrow? My roommate will be out so we can work on it without distractions.”

Yamamoto couldn’t believe the manager he harbored a huge crush on was inviting him to her dorm room. He was suddenly very grateful for failing his essay. “That’s perfect, thank you so much!” You smiled. Too easy.

Yamamoto was in your dorm the next day, right on time. He looked a little nervous, as if he’d never been in a girl’s dorm room before. You thought he was gonna faint when you asked him to sit on the bed with you.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course!” you replied sweetly. “It’ll be easier to look at the essay together if we can be next to each other.” He didn’t argue, hopping up next to you, thighs brushing. You reckoned you could go for it right now and he wouldn’t even care about his essay, but you still wanted to help him out.

You skimmed the essay, which wasn't as bad as you thought it was, but definitely rough around the edges. You pointed out corrections and Yamamoto dutifully made the edits. It had been just about hour when you were certain his essay was perfect.

“This great, y/n,” Yamamoto stated, giving the paper one last read. “You saved my grade. I don’t know how I could thank you.” 

You smiled. “I’ve got an idea.”

Your tone made his eyes flicker up. “What's that?”

Might as well just go for it. “Wanna hook up?”

Yamamoto looked dumbfounded. “Are- are you serious?”

“Yeah I’ve been thinking about it since you got here,” you laughed with faux embarrassment, “Sorry if that’s weird. I just think you’re cute. We definitely don’t have to though.”

“No, I would love to,” he corrected you quickly. His eagerness made you giggle. 

“Let’s get this out of the way then?” You moved his laptop off his thighs and climbed on to them. Yamamoto didn’t even pinch himself because if this was a dream, he didn’t want to wake up. 

You kissed like that for awhile, allowing him to feel you up as you rocked against his strong thighs. He was an eager, deep kisser, as if he couldn’t get enough. He seemed a little timid to move things forward so you did it for him, pulling off your shirt and bra. 

“Fuck,” he groaned under his breath upon seeing you. 

You smiled. “You can touch them, you know.” He wasted no time taking your boobs in his warm, rough hands. He squeezed them as he kissed you before work his mouth down. He flicked his tongue over your nipple before sucking on it lightly. You rolled your hips into him as he alternated between sucking and squeezing your boobs.

“Feels good,” you encouraged, getting antsy for some relief for the tension growing in your lower tummy. You pulled Yamamoto down so you were lying down on the bed. His hand slid down your body and into your leggings. He let out another low curse feeling your wetness. His finger found your clit, rubbing circles as he continued to suck at your tits. You pressed your body closer to him as your pleasure heightened. He responded to you by slipping a finger inside you, curling into your g spot.

“Yamamoto, fuck-” you gasped as you came. Yamamoto groaned against you, nearly dizzy with how your boy responded to him. 

“Shit,” Yamamoto panted when he finally pulled away. He was looking down at his boxers, which had a wet spot on the front. It took you a second to realize he came in his pants. His cheeks went bright red. “Shit, I’m so sorry. You must think I’m a fucking loser.”

You gave him a soft kiss to calm him. “Not at all. You were really good, I enjoyed myself. And I’m glad you did too.” You couldn’t help but tease him lightly, but he appreciated that you were laughing with him, not at him. “I was just thinking, though, we should keep this between us. I don’t want the team to be weird if they found out we hooked up.”

The thought of the team finding out he came in his pants in front of the hot manager was enough to make Yamamoto take a vow of silence forever. “Don’t worry, I won’t say a thing.” 

One down, four to go.

***

The last week of September meant two things. One, you really needed to get another hook up under your belt if you wanted to complete this bet. And two, you had to do an inventory of the team equipment room. Your friend usually helped you, but she picked up a nasty cold leaving the task to you. You thought the team had cleared out when Yaku popped his head in.

“Hey, y/n, would you like help?” he asked. That could solve both your problems. 

“That would be awesome, if you don’t mind,” you replied with a smile. Yaku joined you in the small room. Despite the long practice he smelt nice, like fresh mint. He took stock of the poles and nets, while you ensured there was the proper number of balls and jerseys. With the help and conversation, the task wasn’t so bad. However, as it started to wind down you realized you needed to make a move or you’d lose an opportunity.

“I was going to ask you something, but I realized it would be super weird,” you dropped the bait. 

Yaku’s eyes flickered with curiosity. You got him. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“Promise you won’t think I’m a weirdo?” Now he was really interested. 

“Of course not.”

“Have you ever wanted to... hook up in the storage closet?” you asked. 

Yaku laughed. “That's not weird at all. That’s every athlete’s dream.” 

“Really? So you've done it?”

Yaku frowned a little, “Well, no, I never had the opportunity.”

“You have the opportunity now,” you replied with a coy smile. 

“Seriously?” He replied. “This isn’t a joke the guys put you up to?”

You shook your head seriously. “Not at all. In fact, this can be our little secret. It would probably be better if they didn’t find out. You know how they can be.” Yaku knew exactly how annoying his teammates could be and didn’t want to put you through their nonsense,

“Of course, I won't tell anyone,” He promised. There was a beat of silence in the small storage closet before you were on each other. Yaku was strong, despite his smaller stature. He had you pressed up against the nearest wall, his hips pinning you in place. He kissed you confidently, squeezing at your thighs as he tongue slid into your mouth. 

You moaned into his mouth as you felt his cock hardening against you. You hooked your leg around his hips, pulling him closer. You weren’t sure if it was the potential of being caught, but you felt desperately worked up. By the way Yaku pulled at your leggings, you knew he felt the same.

He slid himself out of his boxers, giving his length a few strokes. “Please, need it,” you panted. He was bigger than you thought, but you knew you were more than turned on enough to take him. Yaku obliged your request, pressing up into you. Your head feel back against the wall as your body adjusted to him.

“Taking me so well,” He murmured into the crook of your neck. He was slow at first, letting you adjust as he kissed the sensitive skin. “Can you take more?”

“Please,” you breathed. Yaku gripped your hips, giving him leverage to thrust in you harder and faster. You gasped, his strong thrusts reverberating through your body. Your body felt like jelly, but Yaku held you perfectly. Your clit rubbed against him with each snap of his hips, pushing you over the edge. You buried your face into his shoulder to stifle your moans as you came. 

“Fuck,” Yaku groaned, as he released. He was louder than he probably should have been, but both of you were too fogged in pleasure to notice or care. Yaku set you back down, allowing you both to catch your breath. You both laughed a little in the aftermath of your desire, redressing quickly to avoid getting caught. 

“Thanks for that,” Yaku said as you got ready to leave. “Can finally check that off my bucket list.” 

You smiled. “No, thank you.” Two down, three to go.

***

It was Halloween and you were at Nekoma’s annual party. It was the biggest party they had all year, opening the team’s off campus house to people outside the team. Normally you wouldn’t try to hook up with someone at the team house because of the risk, but given it would be crowded and everyone would be in costume, you figured now was a good time to strike.

This year you went for something simple, but sexy: a vampire. You were in a deep red corset and a black mini skirt, some fake blood dripping down your neck and the side of your lip. You even opted for fake fangs, which were securely attached to your own incisors. You felt as hot as you looked.

You scanned the crowd, trying to figure out which if the men remaining would be the best next target. When you spotted Lev, you knew it would be him. He was in the kitchen, his ghost face mask propped up on his forehead as he poured himself a drink. You’d seen a few other ghost face masks at the party, which added another layer of protection if you were seen with him. 

“Y/n, nice costume,” Lev greeted as you approached him. You didn’t miss the way his eyes lingered on your chest. “Do you bite?” Out of all the players, Lev was one of the biggest flirts, which worked to your advantage. 

You flashed a sharp grin. “Only if you’re into that.”

Lev continued the flirtatious conversation you opened up. “And what if I am?” 

You grabbed his cup, taking a sip before passing it back. “Hmm,” you feigned contemplation, “I guess I’d say it’s a good thing I’ve always been into a man in a mask.” You took a step closer to him so you were practically flush against him., batting your eyes up at him.

“Into it enough to go upstairs with me?” Lev tried. 

“You lead the way.” You pulled his mask down in what would look like flirting to him, but was an attempt to cover his identity. Lev was a first year, meaning he didn’t live at the house. Luckily, though, there was a bathroom on the third floor that nobody really used during this parties, which is exactly where he led you.

Lev hoisted you on to the counter, slotting himself between your tight. He pulled the mask up again so he could kiss you. He was a little buzzed, so his kiss was sloppy, but not unpleasant. In fact, you liked the way he kissed you deeply while his hands roamed your scantily clad body. You nipped at his soft lips, making him groan.

“Told you I bite,” you said. Lev’s eyes larked with desire, but you pulled back as he tried to kiss you again. 

“Something wrong?” 

“I just wanna make sure you can keep a secret. I don’t want the guys finding out about this and you sorta have a big mouth,” you replied. You knew with Lev, the best way to get him to do something is to insinuate he couldn’t do it. 

His brow furrowed, just as you expected. “I absolutely won’t tell,” he said seriously. You smiled approvingly going in to kiss him again, but this time he pulled back. In a flash you were flipped around and bent over the counter. He leaned his body over yours, whispering in your ear. “But I might make you scream my name so loud they find out anyways.” 

You let out a little whimper as he pushed your skirt up, rubbing your slit through your underwear. He kissed your shoulder, your neck, this time giving you a little bite. Lev’s lanky body was deceptive; was much stronger than he looked. You squirmed under him, desperate for some relief in your aching core. Lev read your body language, pulling back to slip himself out of his boxers. His eyes connected with yours in the mirror, smiling wickedly before he pulled his mask back down. 

One hand gripped his cock, pressing teasingly at your hole, the other gripped your neck. “Ready?” You nodded eagerly and pressed into you. You let out a low moan as he stretched you out, easily the biggest you’ve been with so far. 

“Fuck, Lev,” you gasped, gripping the counter top as he rolled his hips into you. Your head dropped down as his tip hit your g spot, panting breathlessly. 

“Nope,” Lev yanked your head back up by your hair so you had to look in the mirror. “You gotta watch.” His voice was a little muffled by the mask, but you could still hear the smirk you were certain he was wearing in his words. Lev continued his fast, deep thrusts into you, not giving you a chance to catch your breath. 

The image you saw in the mirror was sinful. Your lipstick was smudged, your pupils wide with desire. A small hickey was blooming on your neck from wear he nipped at you. Something about him being in the mask made the sight of him fucking you even hotter. It was long before your orgasm hit you, squeezing his lengthy cock as you came. 

“Lev,” you cried out. Maybe not quite loud enough for the whole house to hear, but certainly loud enough to make Lev lose his composure. His hips stuttered, a groan seeping out from behind his mask as he emptied himself inside you.

***

It was a tournament in November when you made your move on Kenma. He was sitting in a quiet corner of the gymnasium playing on his switch between matches. Normally you didn’t bother him during his down time, but you needed to get to him while he was alone. 

“Hey Kenma.”

“Hey,” he mumbled, not looking up from his screen. 

“Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you could help me with a game?”

Kenma’s eyes flickered to you with curiosity. “A game?” 

“Yeah, I’ve been playing this game on my switch, but I can’t beat this level. I was wondering if you could come over and help me beat it next time your free?”

Kenma considered your words, wondering for a second if you were teasing him. But the look on your face told him you were sincerely inviting him over to your room to play video games. It was an offer he couldn’t resist. Even though he didn’t join in on his teammates annoying chatter about how hot you are, he absolutely thought you were attractive. 

“Sure,” he agreed. You made plans on what day to meet and that was that.

-

“Wow Kenma, you’re really good at this,” you complimented. Your excuse to get him over wasn’t fabricated, you really were struggling with this stupid level. Kenma, however, played it with ease. You observed him as he played, the light from the screen illuminating his face in a flattering glow. His fingers moved deftly over the controller, which you couldn’t deny was turning you on. 

“There you go,” Kenma stated, “Cleared it for you.” He passed the switch back to you, the screen flashing with success.

“You made it look so easy,” you complimented, smiling brightly. 

Kenma turned his head, hoping you wouldn’t see him blush. He doesn’t often meet girls that are into his specific set of skills. “I’ve just played that game before, that’s all.” 

“Well you certainly did it faster than I thought,” you replied, leaning closer to him. “Maybe we could fill our time another way?” You rested a hand on Kenma’s thigh. You knew you were laying it on a little thick, but you were a woman on a mission. 

Kenma was surprised by your blatant flirting, but then it clicked. “Did you invite me over just to hook up?”

You blushed. “That obvious, huh?” 

Kenma smirked, happy to have figure out the real game you were playing. Well, at least what he thought was real, you still had your secret. “You coulda just asked,” Kenma replied, “I wouldn't have said no.”

You took that as an invitation to crawl into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Yeah, but then I’d still be stuck on that level. You really did help me, so I owe you one. Is there something in particular you’d like?” You played with he hair at the pack of Kenma’s neck, making him shiver. 

He knew what he wanted instantly. “Sit on my face.”

Your lower stomach flipped with arousal. You easily agreed, shedding the lower half of your clothes while Kenma laid down on the bed. He gripped your hips and pulled you on to him, setting your pussy on his mouth.

“Mmm feels good,” you sighed as Kenma’s tongue flicked over your core. He your thighs tightly, loving how they felt against his face. He teased your entrance with tip of his tongue, making you ache with need, before switching to your clit. His tongue swirled deliciously, making your hips buck. Kenma groaned under you, loving the feel of your fucking his face.

Fuck he was good, really good. You wouldn’t have guess Kenma would give you the best head you ever had, but he worked up more than you ever had. Your fingers knotted through his hair, pulling at the roots as he sucked your clit. 

“Fuck Kenma,” you cried out as your orgasm washed over you, making your body shaking. Kenma flicked his tongue over you, drinking up your release. When you finally pulled off him, he wore a smug grin that shone with your wetness. 

“You also made that look easy,” you panted, still a bit in shock at how good that was. Your eyes flicked down to the tent in his sweats, feeling a jolt of desire again. “Can I help you with that?”

“Only if you ride me,” Kenma replied, propping himself up comfortably on the pillows. Kenma was incredibly skilled at pleasuring while also exerting the least effort. That’s why he loved when girls were on top. 

“That can be arranged.” You slid his sweats and boxers off, greeted by his flushed and leaking cock. You went to position yourself on him, but Kenma tutted, twirling his finger.

“Other way,” he instructed. Somehow Kenma had become the one calling the shots, but you were complaining. You turned yourself around so you were facing away from him then slowly sank on to his cock. You let out a little gasp as you bottomed out. You began rocking your hips, slowly at first, but then faster as you found your rhythm. 

Kenma slapped your ass lightly, kneading the soft skin. He pulled you apart slightly, allowing him to watch himself disappear inside your dripping hole. Kenma wasn’t super vocal, but he did let out a few low groans and pants as you gripped his cock like a vice. 

“Do you trust me?” he asked. You nodded vigorously, not trusting your words as your second orgasm was rapidly approaching. You vaguely her the sound of spitting behind you before feeling Kenma’s saliva slide down your ass. His thumb was at your hole then, rubbing it slightly before pushing into your ass.

“Fuck!” you cried, the added digit multiplying your pleasure. You only lasted a few more moments before your body succumbed to another wave of pleasure. The sensation of your pussy pulsing around his cock made Kenma cum, cursing under his breath. 

You slid off Kenma, catching your breath. Kenma looked thoroughly pleased with himself, as if this was his win. Little did he know that you were internally celebrating being one away from completing your game.

***

It was the last week before the semester ended and you were panicking just a little. Not just because you had a bunch of finals, but because you were running out of time to get with Kuroo. When you found out that he, like you, had a final on the absolute last day of the semester, you felt you had a chance. All the other guys staying at the house were finished up early and would be home for the break, leaving the house empty save for Kuroo. And when Kurro invited you to study? You knew you had it in the bag. 

You enjoyed study with Kuroo, who was always one of your favorites on the team. Not only was he incredibly good looking, but he was also funny and easy to talk to. You helped each other cram for your final tests, agreeing to celebrate together after. Neither of you stated what that would be, but you had a very good feeling about it.

“Thank god that is over,” Kuroo huffed as he collapsed on the couch next to you. You finished up your final in the morning and waited at the house for him to return from his late afternoon exam.

“Think you passed?”

“God I better have,” he replied, “But I don’t even want to think about that now.”

“Just like I don’t wanna think how everyone’s already on break having fun and we got stuck here till the last day,” you said.

“Maybe we should have our own fun,” Kuroo suggested flirtatiously. He has been flirting with you since you came over yesterday and you had been waiting for you opening.

“Oh yeah? How might we do that?” you replied, playing coy.

Kuroo smirked. “I prefer show over tell.” His hand drifted closer to your thigh, looking at you for permission. 

“Go ahead and show me then.” Kuroo pulled you into him instantly, you lips connecting with a jolt of satisfaction. He had your straddling his lap, hands very comfortable exploring your body as he kissed you. It was a little surreal, not just because you were about to win your bet, but because you’d always fantasized about kissing Kuroo. It was better than you’d imagined.

Kuroo stood up, holding your body up with ease. He walked you to his room, barely having to break the kiss as he went. He dropped your gently on the bed, climbing on top of you. His body weight pressed against you pleasingly as he stripped clothing off. 

“Pretty,” he complimented your tits. He sucked on them while you played with his hair, scraping at his scalp. Kuroo’s free hand slid down between your legs and teased your through your leggings. You moaned in response, your body filled with need.

“Don’t tease,” you breathed.

“Whaddya want?” Kuroo asked with a lopsided grin. His finger was hooked in your leggings already.

“You,” you replied.

He was sliding your bottoms off. “Need you to be a little more specific.”

“Fuck me, Kuroo, I want you to fuck me.” You were exasperated, desperate for some relief from the ache between your thighs.

“Didn't know you had such a filthy mouth,” he half chuckled as he stripped himself. He was big and thick, making your thighs clench. Despite his size, he slid into you easily, on account of desire for him. “Feels fucking heavenly.”

Kuroo thrust into confidently, easily find a long, deep stroke. He propped himself up on his forearm, keeping him close enough to kiss you. You ran your fingers down his back, feeling the muscles flexing beneath his skin. With each passing moment, he increased his speed.

“Fuck don’t stop,” you gasped, feeling yourself teeter close to the edge. Kuroo didn’t miss a beat, fucking into you until your orgasm finally hit, making you whine his name. You expected him to slow, but he didn’t stop.

“Not done with you yet,” he stated, “Want you to cum on my cock one more time.” His hips snapped faster into you, making you squirm with sensitivity. Kuroo slid a hand between the two of you, rubbing circles over your clit.

You gasped, fingernails digging into his back. The pleasure you felt was so intense, building with a strange pressure. “Fuck I’m going to- oh,” you broke off into a sinful moan as your release gushed out of you, covering Kuroo’s cock and thighs.

“Fuck that’s hot,” He groaned, his hips finally stuttering as he came at the sight of you. You were still sensitive as he slipped out of you, making you wriggle.

“I’m so sorry about... the mess,” you said awkwardly. 

Kuroo waved you off. “Are you kidding? That was hot. I’m just glad you enjoyed yourself.”

You smiled, relieved, “Oh I definitely did.”

***

“Before I hand over the money, I need to know where everyone ranks,” your friend said. Despite losing, she was very excited for an update.

You told her that Yamamoto was last, just because of the whole summing in his pants thing. “Don’t tell anyone I told you that, I don’t want to embarrass him.”

“Of course not. Can’t say I’m surprised though.”

“He was still good with his hands, so I can’t complain.”

Next was Yaku, who you were still surprised about the size of him.

“Shit in the storage closet? You better have sanitized it after,” your friend teased. You rolled your eyes and continued to tell her that Lev was in the middle.

“He could have been higher if there was more foreplay, but still super good. The mask thing was fucking hot, I can’t lie.” Your friend nodded, agreeing he looked really good last night.

Next was Kenma, who was honest the biggest surprise for you. Not that you thought he would be bad necessarily, you just hadn't expected it to be that good.

“I’m kinda disappointed there was no maid costume involved,” your friend sighed. 

You laughed, “Honestly, same. Woulda been number one if there was.”

“Let me just say I am not surprised at all you’re putting Kuroo on top.”

“I know it sounds biased, but fuck it was so good. Better than I ever imagined,” you told her. “And there you have it, Nekoma’s hottest players ranked.” You grinned, both proud and incredibly satisfied with your accomplishment.

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timeskip!kuroo forces himself to like coffee because everyone at his office drinks it, but he actually thinks it’s the most revolting thing in the world. he keeps caprisuns hidden in his desk drawer and will sip on those throughout the day when no one is looking.

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HQ Kuroo - Fear of Marriage (Angst to Fluff)

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I personally think that Kuroo is afraid of marriage since I have this theory that his parents might have argued a lot before their divorce. Most probably the reason why Kuroo developed the habit of squishing his face with his pillows to block the sound of their argument.

However, that doesn't mean that he doesn't like the idea of loving someone. It's really just the thought of marriage since he is scared that he might end up like his parents. From once a stranger to lover and back to strangers, or even worse, an enemy. He probably decided that he probably shouldn't date someone since you never know. You might fall in love with someone to the point of marriage.

But he couldn't help but fall in love with y/n. Although he knew it might be selfish of him, but at the back of his mind he thought: you never know. They were still young, so you never know. He thought no matter how much he loves her, it might be a high school love experience, but in a blink of an eye, they were adults.

At this point of their age and their years together, marriage shouldn't be a surprise anymore. And deep down, he knew. He knew she was the one. She was one the who always supported him with his every decision while simultaneously giving him her insights. He was happy with where he was, but he was unsure if it was the same for y/n. So he began to observe her for the past few days, trying to get a glimpse of her thoughts.

From his observation, he could tell, he was certain that she wanted to get married. She constantly mentioned about having children with him or what their marriage life might be like or where they should live if ever they got married.

This put him in an awkward situation. How was he supposed to tell her that he cannot get married? How was he supposed to admit to her that he let her waste her youth love on him? On someone who didn't even consider the thought of marriage? If y/n was the type who didn't really care about marriage, it might have been okay, but right now, that was certainly not the case.

It doesn't change the fact that he loves her deeply. He was ready to do whatever he can for her, but marriage? He was still very scared of that idea. He knew he was selfish and he doesn't know if he can continue to be selfish. Was he suppose to let her go before it gets even later? He knows that it won't be a problem for y/n since she was a beautiful person, in and out. Any man would love her as their wife, as their lifelong partner. Anyone will be lucky to have her by their side.

But deep in his mind, he wanted to be the one to make her happy. He wanted to be the reason behind her happiness. He clenched his fist tightly at the thought of her going to a different man. However, he loosened his fist as the thought of marriage was a border he haven't overcome yet. What was he supposed to do? What was the right thing?

As Kuroo could not decide on what he was supposed to do, he didn't notice that he always had a pained expression whenever he was with y/n. She initially didn't try to pry as she thought he will tell her when the time is right and if he doesn't want to, that was fine as well. However, since it has been going on for a long while, she couldn't help but ask him of the matter. "What's wrong? Maybe I can help?"

Kuroo hesitated for a while, but took a deep breath as he made up his mind. He has decided to be straightforward with her regarding the idea of marriage. "Princess.... you see...." he gulped before continuing his words. "I don't think... I don't think I can get married..."

At his words, y/n didn't know how to absorb his words. What does he mean by that? Does he mean that he doesn't love me anymore? At her conclusion, she could feel her eyes becoming hot as tears were ready to fall. "Y-You... You don't... love me... a-anymore...?"

At her words and teary eyes, Kuroo panicked as he quickly wiped her tears gently. "That's not what I meant... I... I never told you about it, but... I... I'm scared... scared of getting married..."

At his words, y/n looked at him with confusion. "What...?" That was when he began to explain to her what made him develop the fear of marriage. Between his story, he apologized to her time to time as he knew he was being selfish for going out with her and maybe even leading her on.

Kuroo expected her to maybe break up with him, but when he hesitantly made an eye contact with her, he saw her apologetic face. He couldn't understand why she looked apologetic and as he was about to ask why, she beat him into it. "I'm sorry, Tetsu... I didn't mean to make you pressured about getting married. Honestly, yes I would love to get married with you that I naturally thought about what our marriage life might be like..."

Kuroo bit his lips as he looked down at her words. "But I didn't know about your fear of marriage and I completely understand where it is coming from..." She then looked at him with determination as she held his hands tightly. "We don't have to get married! We can just continue to date! I can give up on the dream of marriage if I can be with you! I'm happy as long as I am with you! As long as I can stay by your side, that's enough for me...."

At her words, Kuroo was lost of words. At his expression, she smiled at him gently and gave a big nod. "I am certain! Marriage isn't the only way for me to be happy with you!"

Tears dropped down from his eyes involuntarily as he hugged her tightly. "I thought... I thought I really had to let you go... I knew I was being selfish..."

"Don't ever let go of me! Don't ever think that way!" Y/n said as she hugged him back.

This was probably the moment when Kuroo really realize what true love was like. It's like as if he could overcome his fear of marriage. Maybe.... Maybe if it's her, he won't end up like his parents. Maybe... Maybe he can be her lifelong partner. At those thought, his arms tightened around her as he made up his mind.

He can't lose her to anyone. He was determined to make her the happiest person in the word. If it was her, he doesn't mind getting married.

[hoeforinarizaki]

FOREVER HERE.

Type: Headcanons

Nekoma x Manager!GN!Reader

Summary: Since you wanted to join a club to pass the time, now you pretty much were recruited into the boy's volleyball club as a manager. How did this happen again‐?

Warnings: Bad Pun Jokes, Nekoma VBC being simps

Nekoma:

NAW BECAUSE THEY ARE SO CHAOTIC?? 😭

Literally Kuroo will not stop his subtle flirting, and not to mention the terrible pun jokes it comes with.

You began to rethink your choices of becoming their manager at some point, i know it. From the amount of stupidity they gave you...how are you still alive?–

Lev always sticks around you. He's probably developed a puppy crush on you and it's so adorable hrgghh 💕

Kenma doesn't often talk to you, but since you play games as well i guess it just kind of clicked.

Ya'll are inseparable so everyone is highkey lowkey jelly~

"KenMAA stop hogging them!" "They hung out with me and chose to stay with me first. Shut up." He spoke an actual sentence, that's surprising 🤠

Now, don't even get me started on Yamamoto. Dude is a feral (Y/N) simp and will never stop being one 💀👌

Can't reach the shelf? He's on it! Forgot your bento? Hehe, maybe you can...share?~ Feel cold? Have his jacket! Totally not an excuse to make it smell like you–

Everyone catches on quickly and for real, you swear you can feel their gazes burning through you omg 😭

Fukunaga loves it when you laugh hard at his jokes.

And PLSSS Inuoka tries so hard to act chill around you but end up tripping or looking bad in the end, poor guy–

During every match, don't worry about having any other team checking you out the boys will literally turn into actual cats and be HOSTILE 100% 👹

Like this emoji 🏃 they will run to you at full speed and intimidate everyone so bad. Their eyes be glowing like don't mess with them buddy.

Yaku and Kai is in charge of making sure everyone isn't doing anything weird when you're not there.

But cannot actually since they might a little more chaotic when you're sick...DAMN why are they crying? You won't die from a little fever chill 💀

Despite all that, Yuki tries his best to be noticed by you.

Boy always thinks you don't care because you barely even breathed in his direction.

But that changed when you greeted him the next week at school and gave him a small bag of his favorite cookies. Like he was so shocked 😃💅

Ma'am you fr right now?–

These guys will not let go you, sorry, but no one else is allowed the manager position like you.

Kuroo comes to you one day like, "Are you like copper and tellurium? Because you're CuTe." Please stop him, he won't until you actually say it–

Now him, Yamamoto & Lev are all telling you stupid pickup lines and now you can't escape it MUAHAHA 👹

Take it or receive it. You have these boys for the rest of your school life...and maybe even for the rest of your life.

They ain't loosing contact with you wdym pff 💀 so i guess, you're forever here. In nekoma.

[yuyinesque]

NEKOMA'S BRAIN | “𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌, 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋. 𝗒’𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿.. 𝗂 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌…”

⚘ précis. ≡ your boyfriend was simply just too lazy to get up and perform his morning routine, and so you decided to do it for him while he’s grumbling in bed, admiring every ounce of your beauty, and blushing over the flirtatious provocations that eludes from those replete lips of yours.

⚘ disclaimers. ≡ black!fem reader x pre-timeskip!kozume kenma, no prns were mentioned, reader possesses island twists, slight swearing, slight suggestive themes, usage of pet names (babe, love, dear, kitty).

⚘ category. ≡ sfw oneshot.

⚘ wc. ≡ 2.4k.

𖦥 m.list. oc.list.

🧷 𝓖entle blues and cockatoos whistled diaphanous warbles to finalize the beat of the pitters on your window, which was caused by the morning shower blooming beneath your sheer beige curtains. The sun’s staggering rays were subdued substantially by Oya’s considerable water, absentmindedly bestowing misfortune upon the ones that surrendered to sleep due to the rain. Thankfully you were quite rejuvenated this morning, as for generally you’d sleep through this kind of weather, or perhaps bask within its merciful amenity with some chamomile honey vanilla tea to accompany you. You were performing much more desired acts, thanks to the obstinacy of your insomniac lover whose truculence may only parrot a child. His infantile mannerisms were only provoked due to the fact that he hasn’t gained enough sleep, and it was either him allowing you to awake him with decency or his loud-mouthed captain (and bestie) to ignite a few more hidden nerves.

As insinuated, this was definitely another one of those domesticated mornings of you readily taking care of your lover, encouraging him with incessant praises and dolly dotings to ensure that his positivity remains durable. He was quite the pessimistic character; quiet yet imbued with terrorizing troubles that manage to whizz through his brain circuits at least thrice an hour. These troubles are temporarily cloaked by the iridescent screens of any device he could get his paws on, however, but that simple action didn’t bode well for the next morning. Leave it to him to lose track of time because of some underground indie game he impulsively bought merely because his favorite YouTuber has played it.

Which leads to these current events — you straddling on a subtly writhing, sloppily clothed male as you struggled to apply the rest of the foaming mask amongst his skin to preserve his epidermis. The male in question currently has his entrusted switch a few centimeters away from his nose, which makes it much more difficult for you to journey your latex-gloved fingers up his bridge. You knew he was wasting time so he could be late for school, stalling you so that he could spend longer mornings with you, and purposely picking at you since he found it rather humorous when you’re miffed with his behavior. Overall, he was both too indolent to perform his usual routine and too invested in the idea of allowing you to help him. He wouldn’t admit such vocally, though.

Vindictively, you forced your four fingers, your pointer and middle, past his cheek bones in order to apply the mask onto his nose, earning a protesting grunt in response. “Babe, stop.. mmmgh, can’t see… mm don’t want to…”

Kenma’s subtly raspy yet entirely euphonic, monotonous voice granted your ears the privilege to thrive again once more; not a single cockatoo in the world could mimic his pretty notes. Even when he’s a little pouty and miffed he still manages to objectively outwit any virtuoso. Rightfully so, you ignored his protests as you readjusted the silk-infused, Yoshi-imprinted bonnet, the one he found on Ebay that matches with the Toad-patterned one on your head, so that you could have more access to his forehead. Finally, with a tenderness only a mother could perform, you caressed his darkened under eyes with the product, painting the empurpled lunates with your fingertips, and finalizing it with amorous care that makes his heart undulate with passion.

“Babe, it burns,” Kenma bellyached sardonically, his auric-glazed stare still hyper-fixated on building a level on Mario Maker that you cannot beat, for he’s still rather salty with the way you swimmingly glide across the levels he creates for you. A very, very humbling and aggravating experience; you believed him being tired is another side of him? Try watching him lose a game over some dumb shit. Or lose in anything he’s passionate about. “Ouch, it stings.. my face stings…” He adds as he squints his leonine eyes gently as subtle tears occurred due to sleep-deprivation. You ignored his obvious acts of stoic melodramatics as you got up from his lap, making your way over to your towel steamer as you tightened your cotton-based robe.

“That means it’s working,” You commented in an overly casual manner that didn’t sit right for Kenma in the slightest, resulting in him scrunching up his face instinctively at your ridiculously flawed logic. You held back an upcoming laugh, knowing that your silly message peeved him a bit as you took one of the steamed facial towels from the warmer, pressed it against your inner arm to check the temperature, and made your way back towards Kenma before returning to the position you were in once before. Rarely, you forget how observant your lover is, for he is the kind of individual who will see but won’t say, so his momentary, intrusive gaze felt almost uncharacteristic.

He always had this staring problem before you even got together, and you believed that he was judging you for a while, until he confessed that he simply found your appearance gorgeous during his romantic confessions. These said confessions were two months prior, so you’re quite adjusted to his antics now. A little bit, at least. You couldn’t help but feel just a bit mushy knowing that he stares when he thinks you look good, which makes you internally scream since he stares at you incessantly. The way a few of your island twists poured past your poorly-worn bonnet which emphasized your contemporary beauty, the way your eyebrows knitted in concentration as you waved the steam away from the towel, or the way you sent him warning glowers each time your pretty eyes caught him pouting over mere inconveniences.

Domesticated mornings are the reason as to why he’s convinced that he’s fallen for you, and that he’s an idiot for not confessing any sooner.

He was torn away from his blush-toned fantasy about you once you folded the towel in a triangular shape before carefully placing it onto his skin, immediately earning a defeated sigh afterwards once he acknowledged that his eyes will also have to be covered. Deciding to not give you any more of a hard time, he finally placed his switch on the bed amongst the other skin care items that were sprawled within the sheets before fluttering his eyes shut. The newfound warmth of the towel brought considerable solace to his nerves, and considerable dreariness in addition to his ample sleepiness. Still, Kenma needed this, truly. This was definitely much preferred than ruining his larynx due to morons in some Call of Duty lobby. Hearing “weak-willed whores” or “sorry ass snowflakes” whizz aggressively past such delicate lips was not the sight to behold at four in the morning. For neither of you, and he was the one that said it.

You began massaging one of his tensed, rough palms as the heated moisture penetrated his skin, opening his pores in order to politely permit the product to submerge within them. He’s always enjoyed your touches, whether they were guileless or lecherous, hence he never truly disliked these mornings. Asking for small acts of affection wasn’t really his strongest suit. The most he’ll perform are insinuations, but you would play dumb until he finally admits that he wants to cuddle for the night. His breathing slowed and faltered, almost as if his respiratory system was off duty, and the arrhythmic cracks of his knuckles joined with the symphonic chorus of the rain and birds.

Kenma’s shoulders tensed a bit once your now bare hands meticulously waltzed alongside of the exposure, which was caused by his oversized, midnight-gray sweater. Eventually, his breathing began to deepen quite a bit, and even occasional, accidental, sonorous moans muffled against the cooling interior of the ivory-hued towel. You couldn’t help but chuckle a little at his state, not to mention that his evident act of fighting back any more upcoming, suggestive sounds.

“Don’t get too comfortable now, love,” You taunted him puckishly; he didn’t know if the towel was inducing his flushed visage or your teasing. In actuality, the poor thing merely didn’t want to confront reality.

“Sorry…” Kenma atoned breathlessly as his thinly arched eyebrows scrunched together in concentration, trying his hardest not to make any other humiliating sounds, but frankly, he couldn’t inure your hands. They were infused with anesthetic restoratives that were bound to mitigate his embarrassment with utter relaxation. Not to mention that your fingers were journeying up his neck, teasingly tracing its peachy exterior while watching his Adam’s apple oscillate in apprehension. Subconsciously, he lifted his head a little to grant you more access, which humored you quite a bit, and you couldn’t hold back your upcoming pokes. While scratching underneath his damp chin, toying with his feline features in a subtle sense, you grinned down at him as he placed his hands on your exposed thighs.

“Awwwh, does the kitty want more rubs? Hm?” You were relentless with your words, impish with your tone, and passionate with your touches; how has he not crawled in a hole and just perished yet? Better yet, why do you proceed to call him the ludicrous sobriquet he asked you not to use on numerous occasions? Not only it’s embarrassing, but conflicting, for he actually enjoys it just a little. With a miffed, disapproving grunt, he felt your fingers itch under his chin as if he was a literal cat, which made him shake his face away in delay.

“Mmh.. Could you please stop calling me that? It’s so embarrassing…” Kenma repeated himself yet again, his movement prompting some slippage from his towel, which granted you a better view of his roseating skin. You took the opportunity to boop the tip of his nose, but you didn’t call him the nickname again. For now, at least. In return to your taunts, he gave your left thigh a harsh pinch, earning a harsh jolt in response. He would always use your over-reactivity to elude situations that he couldn’t control; it’s a bad trait for your ticklish behavior. The harsh pinches on your thigh converted into harsh pokes in your sides, which you were reflectively deflecting until he was simply full on tickling you, potentially frustrating and overwhelming you.

“Ah—fuck! Stop tickling—Eeughh—NO!” You exclaimed through sharp, protesting shrieks and forged laughs to correspond; it was all melodious to his ears. You had the upper hand since you were still straddling him, but he used this as the opportunity to sit up with his hands clasped around your waist, his veins and somewhat muscular structure embedded within his skin protruding a little. You wanted to protest and force him to lay down, for his towel was now off his face and you were now flipped over and pinned against the bed surrounded by numerous products, but he was distracting you with the excessive tickling to the point where you couldn’t formulate words to scold him. “STOP ti-ckling me—it HURTS when you do it! L-Love, pleaseee—”

“That means it’s working,” Kenma mocked you in a sarcastic, playful sneer as he proceeded with his pokes and abrupt tickles, knowing each spot makes you crumble and weaken under his touch. The few liberated, platinum blond strands that escaped from his silk bonnet stuck to his forehead and side of his face due to the water-product mixture he has yet to wipe from his pores. Oddly, his crimsoned face, narrowed-eyed, condescending gaze, and subtle, contented grin embellished his current state; it was like peering at the eclipse each time he smiled. Had you not been fighting for your life at the moment, you would take a moment to take in the fact that you’re quite the fucking winner. Still, you’re positive that you’re still winning, as for now he was casually straddling you, finally giving you a moment to take a breather. Also giving you time to concoct comprehensible sentences and slurs to utilize to curse him out with.

As you were gently panting, he could’ve sworn that the birds weren’t there to begin with, and the rain began to evanesce; this must be the solo of the morning, yes? Your chest rising and falling in a rhythmic manner, you muttering small complaints about him messing up your hair (which he helped pay for), you incapable of not becoming a smiley mess without him giving you an incredulous expression for longer than three seconds, or the way your disarming gaze glinted with seraphic tears he felt destined to wipe away each time they would cascade. While utilizing the towel to carefully dap and wipe away the product from his face, he couldn’t help but feel an incessant ache in his abdomen every time you were just being yourself. Sometimes he hated how much he loved you; he hoped that your feelings corresponded with his every hour.

“Thanks, dear,” Kenma commented absentmindedly, but after processing your confused expression and proneness to asking “huh”, he acknowledged that he actually needed to voice what exactly he was thanking you for without admitting that he was suffocating in kilos of love, which induced his subconscious speech. Awkwardly, he shifted his lower half on your stomach, glancing away for a moment as a hesitant hum eluded him. Although you were always patient for what he was going to say, for he wasn’t the kind of guy to have the patience for his own emotions, it inspired him more to behold a sense of calmness before speaking. Still, at the end of the day, it was still mortifying. “Y’know, for this stuff.. I guess… I-.. yeah…”

You stifled a laugh, earning an immediate pouty glare from him in return, which only caused you to laugh more and more. He knew it wasn’t out of malice, but how could he not blush even further? The prettiest woman in the world granting him his attention like this? Of course it would take this long to admit his love for you; look at you!

“Of course, love. Anything for you,” You spoke, your tone trembling a little since you were still trying not to laugh at his evident struggle. He simply ignored your behavior before snatching up his switch off the bed, bringing his attention back to the level he was destined to make you lose in. The way he quickly became engrossed within the game as if he wasn’t practically gushing over you made you suck your teeth, and the fact that he heard you and decided to silently giggle behind the screen only induced your offense. “Nigga, I’m boutta break that shit one day.”

He struggled responsively before riposting gently yet sarcastically. “And your total will be 20,000 yen once you finish.”

To think he has the nerve to get bold-mouthed even after the song finishes…

yuyinesque | translate with permission & peruse without theft.

[aosvrse]

PARALLELS, featuring hq as atla nations

synopsis: headcanon of the haikyuu teams that resemble atla nation elements ft. inarizaki, karasuno, nekoma, aoba johsai | wc of 228.

notes: all admins have been busy nowadays, we apologise. but we're trying to write and update for everyone!! atla 🔛🔝

🔥 INARIZAKI: ❝FIRE IS THE ELEMENT OF POWER❞

the team relates to the Fire Nation because of their aggressive and intense playing style. the Inarizaki boys possess an intense, fiery spirit, especially atsumu, who can be seen as a hothead similar to zuko in the beginning. they skillfully calculate their movements and possess strong ambition to win.

꩜ KARASUNO: ❝AIR IS THE ELEMENT OF FREEDOM❞

karasuno embodies the Air Nation due to their versatility in playing their games. agility stands out as one of their main strengths, which aligns perfectly with the characteristics of the Air Nation. i believe Hinata shares similarities with Aang, as both use quick attacks and serve as symbols of hope for their respective teams.

⸙ NEKOMA: ❝EARTH IS THE ELEMENT OF SUBSTANCE❞

nekoma represents the Earth Kingdom due to their defensive playing style and resilience. the team excels in quick defense and demonstrates considerable endurance against their opponents. like Toph, they maintain their confidence and stance regardless of the challenges thrown at them.

🌊 AOBA JOHSAI: ❝WATER IS THE ELEMENT OF CHANGE❞

aoba johsai embodies the Water Tribe by adeptly adapting their skills to any playing style, turning it to their advantage. the team showcases creativity in employing both offensive and defensive attacks, excelling in teamwork. Oikawa and Katara share similarities in their unwavering determination to not give up hope for their teams, demonstrating strong leadership skills.

[n0tyourname]

Crazy Speed

Kuroo x female reader

Warnings: cheating, speeding, some swearing also english isn’t my first language so I apologise for any mistakes

Inspiration picture: https://href.li/?https://twitter.com/suiens/status/791996532987834368?t=lmm-0zfrnBIY07K8ozWm7w&s=19

When the worst day gets worse but somehow you meet a sexy police officer

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The night wind was cold against your tear stained cheeks. Your dress wasn’t providing any warmth either.

This fucking dress

This fucking party

This fucking day

If you would’ve just stayed at home, like you always do, none of this would have happened. No that’s not true. It probably would’ve happened, you just wouldn’t have witnessed any of it.

“Babe wait!”

Your fucking boyfriend

Correction ex-boyfriend.

Ignoring his calls you kept walking to your car, that you had parked less than twenty minutes ago.

“Baby come on, talk to me!”

“Don’t fucking Baby me, asshole!” You wanted to slap his face so bad but you were better then that, besides he didn’t deserve your hands anywhere on his body.

“Come on it was an accident-“

“An accident?! Your tongue slipped in her mouth by accident?”

“She forced herself onto me, please I-“

“Oh but you seemed to really enjoy her ass on your lap. Your dick was practically ripping through your pants!”

“I think your exaggerating”

“Yeah your right, your dick’s way too small for that” You turned around, not bothering to look at that cheating bastard again.

You kept your posture until you slammed your car door shut, thats when the tears really started falling.

Why?

That question kept circling through your head while you started the engine and while you pushed the gas driving out of the parking lot. 

You had been driving on a lonely highway for some time. The whole time only about 4 cars had passed you. You were alone with your thoughts.

Thats when the anger rose.

That fucker

That lying, cheating motherfucker

You had done everything for him these past two years. Two years of your life wasted on that jerk. You had forgiven him so many times. When he forgot your birthday, no problem he had a lot going on that day. When he showed up hours too late for your date, maybe he was stuck on traffic.

You were starting to speed up. Your foot was pushing the gas harder and harder.

You had been such a good girlfriend to him. Showing up to each of his trashy work parties. You kept your mouth shut with a smile when one of his coworkers made inappropriate comments about you. You didn’t want to cause a scene. Do it for him. For your beloved boyfriend.

Tonight was no different. Him and some of his coworkers had closed a big deal and went to celebrate it at some bar. Your boyfriend told you about it but unfortunately you had to work late.

So when you got off early you wanted to surprise him. You put on one of your more revealing dresses hoping for a longer night at home afterwards. You hopped in your car with a big smile wanting to see the surprised smile on his face the second he saw you.

The speed limit was hundred. You were at 130, still not slowing down.

He looked surprised, so did you when you saw him making out with some other woman. The second he saw you he pushed her off running towards you. You turned around and left, not looking at him once.

“Please Baby wait, it’s not what it looks like!”

Or

“Come on we can sort this out”

How dare he. How dare he betray you like that. You trusted him. Two years you had trusted him, told him about your struggles and problems and your deepest secrets. How fucking dare he.

You heard sirens behind you. Looking back you saw blue light and a police car. Thats when you looked at your speedometer.

Fuck

Fuck!

You pulled over immediately. You bumped your head against the steering wheel, keeping it there until you heard a knock on your window.

“Good night ma’m, do you know why we pulled you over today?”

That’s when you looked up. That’s also when you looked at the most handsome face you had ever seen. He had dark messy hair that leaked out under his police cap. His eyes where a piercing shade if brown. They looked golden to you. It’s only when you noticed the smirk forming on his lips, that you looked up. Jesus was his smile sexy.

“Ma’m are you okay?” His smirk still very evident.

“Yeah, I, sorry, yeah I’m listening” shit, you were behaving like a teenager.

“Good, so do you know why we pulled you over, or do I need to tell you?” He looked at you like he was challenging you. You didn’t know to what and you didn’t care. You could look at that face forever.

“Because I was driving too fast?” Unsure, that’s what you sounded like.

“Exactly, I’m sorry ma’m but I have to write you a ticket.”

“Do I have to pay a lot?” Yeah you did, you already knew that.

“Well considering that you are allowed to drive a hundred miles per hour and you were, let me check, at a hundred and forty five, I’d say yes.”

Great. Know you weren’t just single but probably broke too. The officer started to write. It was quiet again.

Until he broke the silence.

“Can I ask why a pretty girl like you is driving all alone at this time, wearing a pretty dress like that?” His eyes flicked from the paper he was writing on to you, giving you one if those sly smirks again. You felt your cheeks becoming hot.

“Well,” were you really going to tell this handsome stranger about your night? “I just caught my boyfriend cheating on me.” Yeah, you totally were.

“Dumbass”

“What?”

“Your boyfriend, sorry ex-boyfriend, is a dumbass for cheating on someone like you.” He looked at you with a somewhat apologetic smile.

“I’m Kuroo, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, officer Kuroo. I’m Y/N” that smirk again. God was this man gorgeous and sexy and handsome and-

“Here you go miss Y/n.” The way he said your name made your stomach turn. In a good way. A very good way.

“Thanks, officer. Have a good night.”

“You too Y/n and drive safe, yeah? Wouldn’t want you to get hurt now, would we?” He left with one last smile. You closed your window, a wide smile adoring your face.

You looked down to your hands, at the sheet of paper he had given you. Next to the amount of money you had to pay, which was a fair sum, was a hand written note:

You deserve better, give me a call when you feel like it.

Kuroo

Next to his name was what you assumed to be his number.

This night didn’t turn out to be completely terrible after all.

[weezmancer3]

The Hinata's have a stray orange cat that lives near their house. They leave food out for it but it's way too skittish to approach anyone. One day, Kags comes over to study/practice and the cat just walks right up to him. Like, weaves through his ankles and purrs at him till he pets it. The cat follows Kags inside and just stays. The cat stays with Hinata and gets a silly name from Natsu, but the only person it likes is Kags.

[lycheesuwa]

HQ boys who notice you have something to say in a group

~a little hq hc i've had for a bit~

Will wait for a small pause to ask: "(y/n) did you have something to say?"

Akaashi, Daichi, Ennoshita, IWAIZUMI, Kindaichi, KITA, sugawara, Reon, Ushijima (this man will literally STOP conversation accidentally)

Will ask you afterwards, more privately, what you wanted to say:

Aran, Asahi, Kageyama, Kenma, Kunimi, Matsukawa, Omimi, Semi, Shirabu, Suna, Tadaashi, Washio

These Mfs are the ones being too loud, but if they noticed would be not as loud:

BOKUTO, Oikawa, Kuroo, Hanamaki, HINATA, Tendo, Goshiki, Miya (Both) Atsumu/ Osamu, YAKU, Koganegawa

Would not care/ notice you were talked over:

FUTAKUCHI, Ginjima, Noya, Tsukishima, Tanaka (unless it was Kiyoko), SUGURU, Sakusa (would definitely notice, probably wouldn't care)

[loveephia]

"Aw, you're blushing like a rose." With yaku

i hc yaku as someone who gets flustered easily (reader teases him so he blushes)

[ I wish there was more content abt him :’) ]

ROSY CHEEKS | yaku morisuke

prompt: "aw, you're blushing like a rose."

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, you guys are in a play (beauty ajd the beast) here for nekoma's school festival, you're the princess, but yaku is just a background character, you practice your lines on him, and he's blushing hard, reader also has short hair here, kuroo and yamamoto make a short appearance.

⚠ warning/s: none.

note: yk i once had a yaku phase, and you're right. it's criminal as to how little content he has. yaku was a challenge to write as well, SOOO I HOPE THAT THIS WAS A GOOD PIECE!!! ENJOY READING ANON!!! :D

"what.." you muttered in disbelief at the casting for your school's play, "the beauty and the beast."

you got the female lead, belle.

"how is this even possible?!" you mentally screeched. at most, you expected to be a simple background character! like, y'know, one of the girls that fawn over gaston? even tree number four would've been alright!

"ah.. i really can't anymore." you grumble, massaging your temples with close eyes. "what are you talking about, y/n?" yaku morisuke, your kind and caring upperclassmen, asked.

"o- oh, yaku!" you stutter, not expecting to be checked up on. "i got the female lead when i was aiming for an insignificant character." you explained, followed by an irritated sigh. "..how am i supposed to balance my studies now?"

yaku gives you a reassuring pat on the head, despite you being around the same height or so. "i'm sure everything will work out alright! if ever you're having trouble, just come to me, and i'll help."

your eyes sparkled tearily, hands clasped in complete and utter gratitude at the boy's offer. "thank you, yaku!"

yaku's heart skipped a beat at your adorable expression. he flashed you a charming smile. "don't mention it!"

time skip.

this is the first rehearsal nekoma will have in costumes. it's just so that the costume crew can know whether or not there's an issue while wearing said costumes on stage.

you were all pampered up in belle's famous yellow dress. your hair was styled (still, by special request, kept short), there was a light touch of makeup on your face, and the dress itself was unexpectedly comfortable to wear. now you don't want to say this out loud, but you actually looked.. quite ethereal right now.

"the costume and makeup crew really outdid themselves.." you twirled in front of the mirror.

once you exited the dressing room, all of your schoolmates' eyes were on you.

"uwaaah! y/n looks so pretty!"

"that's y/n?!"

"y/n, please be our manager—!"

yamamoto was harshly pulled away by the ear (thanks to kuroo) before he could completely recruit you.

you were feeling uneasy from the amount of attention on you, so you shuffled over to yaku, who looked at you in complete adoration. "yaku, help, they're all staring at me." you mumbled just loud enough for the libero to hear.

yaku sighed before stating a firm, "you're all scaring her, y'know!" everyone then went off to mind their own business.

"thank you." you said. yaku shook his head. "like i said, just come to me for help."

"oh! by the way," you brought two scripts into view, "i've been busy clearing out all of my homework, so i only got to memorize a few lines. do you mind helping?"

"no, not at all." yaku smiled at you, accepting your request.

oh, poor yaku. if only he knew how red his face would get at your words, would he have turned you down sooner.

time skip.

"it's true that he's no prince charming, but there's something in him that i simply didn't see.." you read from the sheet of paper, all the while acting out a face of endearment. yaku had to pause for a moment, just to admire you.

"..yaku?" you called out, bringing the boy out of his thoughts. "right—! sorry." he bashfully apologized.

"y'know yaku, your face is really red right now." you giggled. "wait, really?" he asked, confused. sure, he was feeling warm, but he thought it was just the temperature!

you nod at his confusion, caressing one of his rosy cheeks. "aw, you're blushing like a rose."

that got yaku even more flustered!

© lowercase intended | loveephia

[apollodarling-writes]

Kuroo x male reader that's always dressed heavily .. but one day he wears something like those tight sleeveless turtlenecks and kuroo had to double take because he's like “is that rlly my boyfriend?”

i had fun writing this. it is short, so im sorry- i had fun, but it was hard coming up with ideas and trying to incorporate them.

tws: no warnings. just fluff.

Kuroo loved you very much. He adored your sense of humor and the times you shared together. He particularly enjoyed your comfy style- though sometimes he wondered if you were burning up with all of those layers you typically wore. The heat in Tokyo wasn't something to gloss over and he admired your determination to pair long sleeves with baggy pants.

He was so used to you wearing so many layers that when he invited you out on a date together after his Uni classes, he wasn't expecting you to be wearing something as revealing as you were... rather it was revealing for you.

You had decided that today would be the day to wear a black, sleeveless turtleneck and a tighter pair of ripped, black jeans. You looked good. You waltzed into the café, Kuroo's eyes glossing right over you until you sat down in front of him.

"Hey, dude. My boyfriend is gonna be sitting here." Kuroo lazily glances over at you, then back to the door, and finally settling back onto you with wide eyes.

"[N-Name]?! Oh my god, I didn't even recognize you!" Kuroo shoots out of his seat, the chair squeaking against the tiled floor. "Oh-Oh my god."

His eyes trail over your frame, drinking in every inch of skin he could.

"What is it Tetsu?" You blink innocently. "Can I not wear clothing that shows my skin?"

"N-No! That's not it! I just-" He sucks in a breath. "You look fuckin' amazing, baby. I wasn't expecting you to wear this."

You chuckle at this, eyes twinkling as your lovely boyfriend continues to stutter out why he hadn't recognized you and that yes, he does love you! he just-

"Tetsu, my love. It's okay."

The man in question huffs in response, a smile tugging at his lips as he places his hand over yours.

[macchizume]

I actually drew this for kenma's bday but forgot to post it 😭

[thatonericeball]

Why Is He So Cute?

- Always trailing behind you happily

- He says to everyone that he couldn’t see himself with anyone else but you

- He has this angelic smile that makes your heart skip a beat

- When you walk to class together he zones out when you’re talking because he’s too focused on how cute you look getting excited talking abt whatever it is you’re passionate abt

- He shamelessly says the most embarrassing stuff aloud to people and acts as if his intention wasn’t to fluster you even though you very well know it was

- He always has to plan what he’s going to say to you and memorize it because he doesn’t want to come across as unconfident to you

- He has these puppy dog like eyes that have a hold on you

- How he becomes really happy when you tell him he did a good job

- The way he gets lights up when you ask for a kiss

- He is impressed by smallest things like how “cool” you looked

- He’ll say “wow you looked so cool just now! I’ll do my best too!” when you literally just spiked 1 volleyball or something simple like that

- He’ll see you from afar, notice he’s walking in your direction, freeze then sprint the other way because he’s too shy to talk to you

- He has these wide eyes when he’s looking at something curiously

- He wasn’t a big fan of being just friends with you…let’s be honest, he wasn’t a fan at all

- If he gets a snack he always gets one for you too and is excited to eat with you so he buys lots of snacks

Atsumu, Bokuto, Hinata, Oikawa, Nishinoya, Futakuchi, Kuroo, Terushima, Hoshiumi

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

Ah okay that makes perfect sense! I know how controversial of a topic it is and how sensative a lot of people can be since it's a touchy subject. So I just wanted to make sure it was okay before actually requesting anything.

So obviously take as much time as you need! This is in no way a urgent ask so please, don't feel pressured.

Could you write about Kuroo, Suga, Suna or Iwaizumi (I don't care who, you can pick from those guys<3) with a boyfriend who has like a lot of older scars, some that still kinda aren't healed and can tear open if not managed properly. Ooh like they find out about the cuts because the reader fucked up and accidenally stretched the skin too much and it started bleeding.

Also also, I really like your writing. It's so cute! Have a good night/day

Thank you for being so considerate! I hope this is okay, I might make another piece based on your ask that's a little more specific to your words, but this is just what came out when I got to writing.

In the end, it's domestic Kuroo comfort, hope you like <3

'Honey I'm home!'

Tetsuro loves the corny greeting, always comes through the front door with a cheesy grin on his face and kicks off his shoes, hanging up his blazer.

He's a man of habit, every day he announces himself to the home, and every day, his boyfriend greets him with rolled eyes and some witty remark.

Every day...except today.

After prolonged silence, Kuroo pauses, listening for anything in your shared him in search of his lover. Had he missed a text? You always tell him if you won't be home before him.

Just in case, he checks his phone, and finds that he hasn't heard a word from you since lunch.

'(Y/N)?'

He steps further into the house, skimming around moving boxes yet to be unpacked, turning down the hall to the bedrooms, only to stop in his tracks, staring at a glaring crimson stain on your beige carpet.

Worry gripped him and he immediately went into frantic search mode, calling your name louder while diving into the master bedroom.

The ensuite bathroom door was wide open, lights on, and he sees you sat on the edge of the bathtub.

You looked up, glassy eyed, but pulled on a sheepish smile. 'Oh, hey baby.'

'Hey, what happened, Kit?' His voice is soft, reassuring even as he takes in the faded, washed out blood in the bottom of the bathtub and the sink.

'I...I'm sorry.' You whimpered, wiping at your cheeks with your bare arm. 'I thought it'd be okay, but...'

Tetsuro knelt in front of you, checking that you'd already patched yourself up properly.

His hands are warm, gentle, tracing and mapping every mark, new and old, gingerly skirting around the ones you'd managed to damage by overworking yourself.

His touch calms the pain, eases your urge to glare at the marks on your own skin.

Content that you'd taken care of the physical, he cupped your cheeks, pads of his thumbs gently wiping away the tears and stopping you from rubbing your eyes any harder.

'Don't be sorry, okay? I've got you now, baby.' His words made the anxiety grow quiet, the warmth of him soaking into your icy, prickled skin while the kiss he pressed to your forehead made the pain seem a far off memory. 'Let's get you comfortable. Want me to carry you?'

'No, I'm fine.'

He fixed you with a suspicious look, and you relented. You didn't need him to carry you, but that doesn't mean you don't want him too.

Tetsuro helped you into comfortable clothes (his) and then wrapped you in the softest blanket you had before settling you on the sofa.

He cuddled with you for a while, nuzzling into your neck and planting playful kisses on any skin he can reach while murmuring about how his day went after you asked.

He doesn't ask, doesn't need to. He knows you far too well, knows that you need distraction for now. You can deal with everything going on in your head later, right now, you bury your face in your boyfriend's chest and convince him to order takeout so he wouldn't have to get up and leave you to make dinner.

'You know, there's no need to rush your healing, right?' Tetsuro purred, his arms securely around your waist, lips pressed to your temple. 'It doesn't have to be fast, or linear, taking a step back doesn't mean you can't go forward anymore.'

'I know. Thank you baby.' You could have purred under his attention, solidifying his nickname for you. "Kit" was a result of his first instinct to call you kitty, and your insistence that it made you feel like a neko anime chic.

'I don't see how that's a bad thing.' Kuroo had chortled. 'But if you don't like it, I can think of something else.'

'Sooo, KFC?'

You rolled your eyes, leaning up to steal a kiss from his lips. 'I love you, dork.'

[ermespop]

hi! I was wondering, which of the haikyuu boys do you think would be better at being in a relationship with a foreign reader?

Love your content!🤍

Haikyuu Bois that would Treat You Right as their Foreigner Partner

this is short, got no more elaboration than this rn sooo i hope u enjoy

no warnings btw :)

→ they travel/meet people from different cultures constantly

Hinata oikawa nishinoya osamu yaku sakusa akaashi(his editorial probs has foreigner workers) kuroo Asahi yamaguchi kita iwaizumi daichi komori

these ones ☝️ either bump into a lot of interesting people walking on the street or if you've read the manga their timeskip makes it make sense really

→ they meet a lot of people and know about many cultures from the internet

suna kenma atsumu lev aran komi washio tendo(+ ushijima) sugawara bokuto Yamamoto tsukishima hanamaki matsukawa

these guys it doesn't matter the social media/platform they use they just learn soooo much and make a lot of interesting mutuals there

author's note: these were all the guys i could come up with i hope that's enough. yes, tendo and ushijima are a combo. no, i can't give you one w/o the other, get w the program 🙄

author's note (2):my content always has a diff format, i just use whatever i think will suit the content better,, just letting that out there

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