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ayyyez · 1 year

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May I please request a scenario of a one night stand between Kame and Yaku @ Ayame's place w/ Kuroo camping outside the room in the morning waiting for the walk of shame, thank you ily bye

A/N: HAHAH alright alright you asked and I delivered our glorious creation. As usual I got carried away with Kuroo and Ayame in some parts and then swooped back in with Yaku and Kame haha ily <3

SUMMARY: Kuroo is in a friends with benefits relationship with Ayame while pining for more at a party she throws for the V.League. At the same event Yaku and Kame hook up and have a one night stand. Kuroo and Ayame happen to catch them sneaking into a guest room and Kuroo is determined to catch Yaku's walk of shame as pay back for all the years of teasing his situation. (Ayame is my OC and Kame is @loveskitkats OC)

TAGS: pining, friends with benefits (Kuroo), blowjobs (Kuroo), Making out, Kissing, smut, teasing, banter, fluff, Kuroo uses babe once, flirting, kind of peeping for a hot minute but not in a sexual way, begging, Kuroo being a simp, Bokutos strong drinks, drinking

WC: 4734

CHARACTERS: Kuroo Tetsurou/OC Ayame Saikawa, Yaku Morisuke/OC Kame, Bokuto Koutarou

It’s the last V.League game of the season. Since it’s in Tokyo Ayame naturally decides to throw one of her house parties. It makes it easier for those out of town to have a place to crash and keeps the players out of the public eye. Everyones free to do what they want without too many repercussions.

Ayame likes to joke with Kuroo that being friends with benefits with her seems to have a lot more benefits for him in the workplace than in the bedroom. He would argue that being with Ayame is nothing but beneficial. The only cons are the feelings he has to constantly keep in check.

Those pesky feelings he pretends not to have every time someone asks why they aren’t dating. The feelings that threaten to spill over every time he watches the V.League players he invited here carelessly flirt with her.

Yeah those feelings.

The ones he’s trying to swallow right now.

Kuroo curses his younger self for not fessing up sooner. He had plenty of opportunities during their on again and off again non-relationship. But he always chickens out. Scared of losing everything. So instead he clutches onto whatever they have now in the hopes it will work itself out.

Even now, as he watches Ayame from the living room, with the party in full swing, he wonders how easily he could walk over there. How he’d push Bokuto’s stupid face out of the way and tell her everything. How he didn’t want to hover over her the whole party for her sake. That it just invites those kinds of questions. And sure she can handle it better than him but he doesn’t want to put that on her. She’s been too good for him.

‘Whatcha drinking?’ Yaku says, slapping him on the shoulder.

‘Hmm.’ Kuroo is pulled from his daze as he turns to him. ‘What?’

‘I asked what you’re drinking, dumbass.’

‘Oh, just beer.’ He opens his hand a little to show the brand.

Yaku raises his brow and nods. ‘Sure you haven’t had too much or…’ He follows where Kuroo’s eye-line was before. ‘You just pining over the girl you’ve had a heart eyes for since highschool?’

‘Shut up.’ Kuroo says, kicking his leg. ‘I was just thinking about getting a top up.’

‘Oh is that what the kids are calling it these days? She gets on top and does all the work while you–’

‘Oi, would you shut up?’ Kuroo goes to kick him again but Yaku dodges and retaliates by kicking him in the shin.

‘Would you stop kicking me?’ He sighs.

‘I’m giving you a taste of your own medicine.’

‘Wouldn’t be so salty if you didn’t deserve it, tch.’ Yaku takes a sip from his cup. ‘Seriously though, just tell her you love her already, sheesh.’

‘Who does Kuroo love?’ Comes a sing-song voice.

‘Kame just in time!’ Yaku smirks, gesturing for her to come from the doorway.

‘Oh, fun is this about Ayame?’

Yaku snorts. ‘Could it be about anyone else?’

‘Mm, Kenma?’

‘Nah, that’s old news, a passing crush.’

‘Excuse me!’ Kuroo interjects. ‘I am here you know? While you two graciously analyse my life.’

‘We know!’ Kame smirks, patting his head. ‘It’s fun too.’

‘Yeah, I’ve actually missed this.’ Yaku says more to the room than them.

Kuroo watches as he swirls his cup in his hands. He and Kame swap a glance and he shrugs.

‘Well, then I have an idea,’ Kame begins pushing Kuroo forward. ‘Why doesn’t Kuroo go over there and show us just how NOT in love he is while Yaku tells me all about Russia.’

‘Oh, now there’s an idea.’ Yaku agrees, giving Kuroo a whack on the back, shoving him even further forward. ‘How about you accompany me to the bar set up over here and get a drink with me?’

‘Why thank you, sir.’

Kuroo looks back at them with a glare, watching Yaku lead Kame by the hand to the bar. He wants to yell something at them but he knows it will be met with something at his expense back. They have too much on him. Both of them.

Kame is Ayame’s twin and blood or not, that girl knows how to torture him should he ask for it. That’s not something he’s willing to test.

With a sigh Kuroo heads for the kitchen seeking out the presence he craves the most.

Coming up behind Ayame he wraps his arms around her core and plants his face on her shoulder. Rumours be damned he wants this right now. She’s cool and soothing and he wants to touch her.

‘Now, which tall man would dare hold me from behind in my own kitchen?’ Ayame muses leaning back into his touch.

‘Your sister is bullying me.’ Kuroo says, turning to bury his face in the safety of her neck. ‘Yaku too.’ He whispers against her smooth skin.

Yeah this is nice.

‘Ah, Kuroo of course.’ She chuckles and he can feel the vibrations run into his body. ‘What did you do?’ She asks, turning her head towards his, cheek purposefully brushing against his face.

God he wants to press closer.

‘Hey! Who says I did anything?’ He squeezes her closer, prompting her to run her hands over his, their fingers interlocking. ‘I was over there minding my own business, thank you very much.’

‘Mmm, a likely story.’ Her lips move against his cheek with each word. ‘Do you need me to go over there and teach them a lesson?’

‘Yes, please protect me with your fearsome presence.’

Kuroo turns a little, ghosting his lips over her neck as they sit on his words for a second.

The two of them are snickering a second later as the words sink in.

‘You’re a loser.’ Ayame says, turning fully in his arms.

‘Oh, yeah?’ Kuroo replies, pulling her in by the waist. ‘What does that make you?’

She hums thinking about it. ‘Someone who sometimes sleeps with a loser?’

Kuroo lets out a dramatic gasp. ‘You wound me!’ His grip on her tightens as he leans back feigning hurt. ‘I can’t believe you are so mean!’ There’s still a wide smirk on his face despite his dramatics.

Ayame’s laughing, her hands coming to his chest as they stumble around the kitchen a little. Neither of them care about their surroundings. The party guests long forgotten. Most are too drunk or distracted to care anyway.

‘Aw, I’m sorry.’ Ayame says, cupping Kuroo’s face, still letting bursts of laughter slip through. ‘Want me to make it up to you?’

His brows raise at that. Now this is an interesting proposition.

‘Oh? How are you going to make up for such a painful slight?’

‘Want to go upstairs and I’ll blow you?’ She says seriously with the addition of a sultry brow wiggle.

Now Kuroo thinks he has died and gone to heaven. He almost considers shoving his fist in his mouth to suppress the groan that wants to creep out. She is going to be the death of him.

Fuck, he loves her.

‘Yep.’ He says as casually as possible, noticing his voice has gone a little high. ‘I think that’s, yep, let’s do that.’

‘Easy there.’ Ayame strokes his cheeks a little, an effort surely meant to calm him down but all he can think about now is her touch. How he wants more.

She seems to notice too.

Ayame smirks and takes him by the hand and makes a break for the stairs. It’s when they’re halfway up, hearing the way their footfalls echo in their foyer that Kuroo is thoroughly aware of how hot his cheeks are burning. How hot his body is. It just seems to burn for her.

The anticipation is killing him. He needs her now.

The second they’re up the top of the stairs he’s pulling Ayame to him, taking her into a deep kiss. She kisses him back immediately, tugging him closer by the collar of his shirt. He almost stumbles when they reach the door of her room.

‘Easy.’ She says, breaking the kiss. ‘I’ve got this, don't worry.’

There’s that reassuring smile across those perfect lips. Kuroo can’t take his eyes off them as he follows her into the room in a daze. He’s already on cloud nine and they’ve barely kissed.

God, he’s probably a little hard already but he’s so tingly and worked up he can’t bear to look down.

‘Wanna go sit on the bed?’ Ayame says shutting the door behind them.

He’s been in this room a thousand times before. The fact he knows his way around gives him both pride but also a craving for something more. He wants them to be something more. Right now though they need to take care of something else. That’s what they came here for after all.

Kuroo wanders over to the edge of the bed and sits down. From there he watches Ayame take her shirt off so she stands there in her bra, which is one of her more fancy ones; black and lacey. He tickles himself with the idea that perhaps she wore it for him.

She isn’t sleeping with anyone else, right?

Then reminding himself who Ayame is, perhaps it’s simply for herself.

Kuroo feels a bit foolish trying to monumentalise himself in her life but he can’t help it. She’s so important to him that he just can’t help but crave for it to be the same way in reverse. God, please let it be so.

‘Hey.’ Ayame taps his leg from below. ‘You good there, or you overthinking your life away?’

It’s only now Kuroo realises that she is already on her knees in front of him. That she has seen right through him, down to the overthinking mess that is his mind. Man, he loves her. Why can’t she just know that and make it all okay?

‘I’m good.’ He says, forcing a smile. ‘Want a kiss first, though, if that’s okay?’

‘Of course.’

Ayame reaches up and pulls him down into a long drawn out kiss. When she goes to pull away Kuroo gently clasps the back of her head and pulls her back in. His mouth opens with purpose against her’s. Tongue slipping in and running in a smooth, drawn out rhythm. He knows he’s getting emotional. He can’t stop it.

Finally, Kuroo breaks the kiss and lets her go.

‘Okay,’ he says, voice hoarse, ‘I’m good.’

Ayame nods, a little dazed as she comes back down.

Then her hands are on his thighs, slowly sliding their way up as Kuroo releases a shaky exhale. She slides one hand over his bulge—shit, he was already a little hard and sensitive too—and she rubs him in hard drawn out motions.

Fuck—she knows just how he likes it.

Kuroo lets out soft whines as he leans back a little. He could happily stay up there and forget about the party. He’s already forgetting.

Ayame moves to unbuckle his belt and undo his pants. Kuroo raises his hips a little as she shimmies them down, leaving his briefs up for now. Ah, so it’s going to be a bit of teasing first. He can work with that if he needs—

‘Ah— shiiit.’ Kuroo hunches forward.

Once again, Ayame’s palm pushes down hard against his shaft through the fabric of his briefs creating a maddening friction. He’s feeling extra sensitive from the build of anticipation. His head is already spinning. God, he’s not sure how long he is going to last at this rate. He doesn’t want to say that though because then she might edge him more and he really wants to cum.

‘Yeahhhh–’ Kuroo urges, feeling Ayame’s ministrations lighten and quicken against the fabric of his briefs. ‘That’s mm, good.’

Ayame continues that lighter pressure, grazing her fingers over the head of his cock and gathering the fabric there over where the pre-cum seems to be building. It causes Kuroo to shudder. Between her hand and the fabric it’s tantalising.

‘Look at you falling apart and I haven’t even put my mouth on you yet.’ Ayame says, pushing her hand down hard against his cock.

Kuroo groans. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck.’ He squeezes his eyes closed suppressing a shudder.

‘What’s wrong, you want me to stop?’

Ayame softens the pressure and speed.

Kuroo furiously shakes his head. ‘Don’t stop.’

‘You want me to use my mouth though, right?’ Ayame gives him a hard squeeze for emphasis.

‘Fuuuck.’ Kuroo quickly sits up, breathing heavily. ‘Ayame.’ He chastises, pouting. ‘Stop being a tease and blow me like you said you would.’

She smiles wide, like she’s having the time of her life.

‘You want me to beg? I’ll beg, I don’t care.’ Kuroo grips the blankets hard. ‘Please suck my dick, I’m begging you to stop drawing it out, I’m going crazy.’

Ayame lets go of him altogether.

‘Well, since you asked so nicely.’ She stands up and presses a gentle kiss to his lips. ‘I guess I’ll have to now, won’t I?’

Kuroo breathes a sigh of relief, watching her return to her knees and help him slide his briefs down out of the way.

The cool air on his cock is a welcome sensation compared to the teasing beneath the confines of his briefs. Although he normally would let her do what she wished for hours, something about tonight is different. He’s got this new found sense of desperation. He needs to feel her. It’s like he’ll combust if he doesn’t.

Ayame’s taking him into her mouth before he can think another thought. He gasps falling back onto his arms. The wet heat of her mouth is all consuming. It’s too good and he almost cums right then and there as she takes all of him. He has to reach one hand out and into her hair to ground himself. To keep from going over the edge.

She hums as she pulls back, the vibrations running over his cock. It’s maddening. She’s licking a broad stroke up beneath his shaft all the way to the head. Kuroo squeezes his eyes closed as she works the head. It’s all too much as she takes him in again.

Yeah he’s definitely not going to last.

Between his feelings and the fact Ayame gives the best head ever, he’s a goner.

Kuroo lets himself give in to the moment. He lets go of her hair and collapses back against the bed. He can’t even think straight. His whole body is on fire, tingling as the heat builds inside, threatening to push him over the edge each time she takes him in full.

‘S-so good babe, so good.’ He’s a babbling mess and can’t stop the words spilling out of him. ‘Don’t stop. F-fuck. You’re so good. You’re s-so hot, mmm feel so good. Mmm, Ayame.’

He’s cumming hard. Fisting the sheets in an attempt to ground himself. It’s absolute bliss in this moment as he forgets that they are only friends with benefits and nothing more. He’s wrapped up in the fact he’s just had the best blowjob and he got it from the woman he loves.

Ayame rides him through it. Swallowing all of his cum and cleans him up. That sight alone, as she pushes her hair out the way and pops off his cock, could make Kuroo cum all over again.

‘Come here.’ He says, voice hoarse as he reaches out a hand to her.

She takes it. Kuroo drags her on top of him, pulling her into a hot, messy kiss. He doesn’t care that he just came in her mouth. He doesn’t care that they still haven’t talked about furthering their relationship. He just wants her.

‘You wanna fuck?’ Ayame asks, hands running down his chest.

Kuroo nods, pulling her against him.

‘So yeah, it’s pretty interesting there but putting up with Lev is a whole other story.’ Yaku says, placing his drink on the counter. ‘But you know volleyball stuff is the same old. I’m sure the same could be said for half the people in this place.’ He gestures around the party.

Kame chuckles. ‘You mean volleyball players actually pursue volleyball in their lives, who’d have thunk?’ She twirls her empty cup between her fingers.

Yaku smiles. ‘You know what I’m saying. I just mean I’m sure you don’t want to just talk about that all night. I know I don’t.’

‘Oh, you didn’t hear? I live and breathe volleyball now.’

‘Really?’

‘No.’ She shakes her head with a snort. ‘I’m still a swimmer at heart, sorry. Doesn’t mean I don’t like it though.’

‘Oh, of course, how else would you have been able to survive here all these years?’ Yaku playfully nudges her shoulder.

‘Exactly!’ Kame nudges him back. ‘But it is a little bit of an exchange. I listen to the volleyball rants, they listen to me coo about turtles and swimming things. Win-win, really.’

‘I can think of worse things to listen to.’ There’s a pause as he frowns, like he’s thinking over something. ‘Hey, speaking of swimming, you still compete right?’

‘Yup, you’re looking at an olympic competitor, my friend.’ She gives him a finger gun gesture that turns into her poking his shoulder.

‘Right! Duh.’ He smacks his head. ‘I knew that. In a: I totally don’t stalk and keep track of you sort of way.’

That makes Kame laugh hard.

‘Of course, of course.’ She smiles against the palm of her hand. ‘Same here but I totally do stalk you.’ She winks at him.

There’s a pregnant pause.

‘Okay, I know you’re joking but it doesn’t help that your nickname has wildcard in it!’ Yaku brings his hand to his chest. ‘You always have me going!’

Kame chuckles. ‘That’s the idea.’ She leans in close. ‘You never know when I’m going to strike.’

‘God, I thought Ayame was something.’ Yaku smiles, shaking his head.

At her mention, Yaku automatically looks to the kitchen, finding Ayame is no longer there and there’s no sign of Kuroo either.

‘Speaking of your sister, where is she?’ Yaku asks.

‘Hm?’ Kame turns back to the kitchen too. ‘Huh, guess they’re off not being in love somewhere.’ She turns back with a smirk.

‘They went upstairs.’ Bokuto says placing a martini shaker in front of them with a warm smile. ‘I saw them head up there a while ago holding hands.’

‘Pfft.’ Yaku can’t contain himself. ‘I guess Kuroo can’t even act like he’s not in love when there’s a party going on.’

‘I knew there was still something going on between them.’ Bokuto says, picking up the martini shaker and shaking it with two hands.

‘Aw you know too?’ Kame asks, leaning against the bar.

‘Of course, they’ve been hooking up since university when Kuroo lived with me, remember?’ Bokuto gestures the shaker toward them. ‘Drink?’

‘Oh, yes please!’

Yaku just nods. ‘It seems everyone on the planet knows Kuroo loves her. I wouldn’t be surprised if she knew too. He should just fess up like I said.’

‘Mmm would you?’ Kame asks, pulling away from sipping her drink.

‘What just because it’s Ayame?’ Yaku asks, taking his drink from Bokuto.

‘She’s scary hot but nice so I don’t see what the big deal is.’

‘Pfft it’s not that it's the history they have too.’

Yaku thinks about it and takes a sip from his drink. ‘Well, maybe if we all have some liquid courage, who knows what the night will bring?’

‘Why not.’ Kame agrees, cheersing her drink with his.

Kuroo and Ayame lie there, limbs wrapped around each other entirely fucked out. Their bodies are sweaty and panting.

Ayame presses a kiss to Kuroo’s chest.

He doesn’t have the energy to reciprocate so he runs his fingers down her back, lightly tracing patterns. Her skin is so smooth and addicting. Truthfully he wants to go a few more rounds. He’s not sure he has the energy though.

There’s the familiar clunk of footfalls coming up the stairs. They seem heavier than usual. Like they’re hurried and uneven. Then there’s more heavy thuds. And a loud almost clutter against the wall.

‘What the hell is going on out there?’ Ayame asks, moving to sit up.

‘Noooo.’ Kuroo protests, reaching out to her. ‘Come back!’

She’s already standing with the sheet wrapped around her.

‘Pfft, I’ve got to make sure no one is dying or destroying my house, hang on.’ She starts to move away.

‘No, don’t go please!’ Kuroo sits up. ‘Let them do it. I’ll pay for the damage.’

She snorts. ‘Don’t be a baby and come with me if you want.’

Kuroo huffs and climbs out of bed spinning around in search of his briefs. When he finds them he remembers the pre-cum conundrum and throws them off to the side. He quickly hurries over to the draw he happens to keep spare clothes in. Totally just a friend with benefits thing to do, have clothes there.

‘Hurry up!’ Ayame whispers by the door.

Kuroo quickly scrambles to get his briefs on, tripping onto the bed in the process.

‘Fucking, shit, fuck.’ He says, scrambling back up. ‘I’m coming.’

He meets her by the door which she steadily cracks open.

‘Oh shit.’ She says covering her smiling face with her hand.

‘What?’ He asks, pushing over her to peer through. ‘Oh shit!’

He sees it immediately.

Yaku and Kame are making out against the guest room door. And quite enthusiastically too.

Kame is against the door, her leg wrapped around Yaku’s core, sliding it up and down in an attempt to bring him closer. Yaku is pushing against her, one hand flat against the wall to steady them. The other is both holding and kneading her thigh, occasionally moving it up to cup her ass. And their kissing is intense, each pushing like their lives depended on it with such passion and intensity.

‘Well, well I never thought those two were going to give us a show.’ Ayame whispers up to Kuroo.

‘You know if this was the other way around they’d never let us live this down.’ Kuroo says, snorting as he watches Yaku kiss down Kame’s neck.

‘You? Definitely not.’ Ayame bites back a laugh. ‘I think he just grabbed her boob. Who knew Yaku was a tits guy?’

I did. Kuroo thinks. Remembering the times Yaku had made that clear with his crush on Ayame back in highschool. Luckily he has moved well beyond that. Well, right onto her sister it seems.

‘I am not letting them get away with this.’ Kuroo decides.

‘Oh? So are you just going to march right on out there and tell them you see them?’

‘What? No, I’m not that kind of guy, gosh.’

‘Then what?’

‘I’ll just wait here until Yaku comes out of the guest room in the morning.’ He gestures to the door. ‘I’m assuming that’s their destination and you can’t get downstairs without passing this room so guess who will be waiting for him.’ Kuroo smiles very smugly.

‘God, Kuroo. You can’t just let them have their fun?’

‘No way they always tease me!’

‘About what?’

‘About…’ Oh shit he is really caught out here. About us obviously but he can’t really broach that subject yet. ‘Just…about everything, okay.’ He finally says with a pout.

‘Alright, whatever you want to do.’ Ayame relents, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. ‘It’s probably time to stop peeping and go to bed for now though.’

‘Right.’

Kuroo turns to join Ayame, entirely caught off guard by the sweet gesture.

Kame’s arms wrap around Yaku pulling him closer. His cologne fills her senses as her hands slide up into his hair giving it a little tug. It makes him moan into the kiss. She’s sure he’s hard but she doesn’t want to move yet. The wall is keeping her upright. Her legs are a little shaky.

‘God.’ Yaku says, kissing down her neck and across her chest. ‘You’re so hot.’

‘Yeah.’ She says, pulling him back by the hair and looking him in the eye. ‘I know.’

He smirks and kisses her again, playfully nipping at her lips while groping her ass at the same time.

Then she’s pushing him away. ‘Hang on.’ Her eyes scan the hall. ‘I know it’s here somewhe—there!’ She shuffles away to the hall table where a bowl sits and grabs it before returning to a panting, dishevelled Yaku.

‘What’s that?’ He asks squinting a little, like it is a puzzle he needs to solve.

‘Three guesses what.’ She says scooping the packeted contents out of the bowl and throwing them over his head, letting them rain over like confetti.

Yaku looks down to see them clear as day. Condom and lube packets of various kinds laid out at his feet. He can’t contain his laughter at 1. Ayame has this in her house for guests and 2. Kame just knows exactly where they are. He can’t complain though. Safe sex is what he needs right now.

Yaku takes a handful of the supplies in his hand and mimics Kame’s motion, throwing them over their heads.

A wide smile crosses her lips.

‘Condoms!’ She exclaims, twirling around in the rain down. ‘Woo!’

Yaku can’t even begin to describe the bizarre nature of this moment but he’s glad he’s there with Kame. Right now he wants her more than he’s wanted anyone in his life. And honestly, he can finally understand Kuroo a little now. He wants to keep this moment all to himself.

‘Come on,’ he says, taking her hand, ‘let’s go in.’

She takes his hand and together they head into the guestroom and away from prying eyes with the condom bowl. They’re sure to leave a couple on the floor. They don’t want the other guests to go without.

Ayame wakes up early to find Kuroo has dragged one of the arm chairs directly in front of the door and propped it open with the stopper. He’s drinking a coffee and reading the paper in said chair while looking up every now and again. It’s like he’s afraid he’s going to miss something.

‘Morning.’ Ayame says, sitting up with narrowing eyes.

‘Good morning.’ Kuroo says, a little too chipper. ‘Want some coffee?’

‘I’m good thanks.’ She reaches out to pet her cat Miso who is sleeping peacefully on the bed next to her. ‘Whatcha doing over there?’

‘Oh, me? Just enjoying the morning.’

‘I can see that. Would you perhaps be waiting for Yaku to emerge from the guest bedroom?

‘Oh right! That!’ Kuroo fakes forgetfulness and badly. ‘They did that last night, didn't they?’

‘Kuroo.’

‘Alright! Yes, I’m waiting!’

Ayame sighs, rubbing her eyes. ‘So, no sign of either of them yet huh?’

‘Not a peep.’

‘How long have you been awake for?’

‘Since about 5am.’

‘Kuroo, what the fuck!’

‘What? I couldn’t sleep! What do you want from me?’

‘Nothing.’ Ayame sighs again, sliding her legs over the side of the bed and walking over to him. ‘I think I’ll have some coffee after all.’

‘Good, I brought up the milk you like.’ Kuroo starts pouring her a cup, eyes still flicking in the direction of the door.

‘He’s not a ninja who is going to sneak past while you pour coffee.’

‘Right, right. Just keep an eye for me would you?’

‘Yeah whatever.’ She runs a hand through his hair which he pushes back into. ‘Nothing yet, commander.’

‘Oh commander, huh? I like that.’

‘Is that so, commander?’

‘Yeah, here’s your coffee, Ms.Subordinate.’

Ayame takes the coffee, eyebrows raised. ‘Mm I don’t care for that one.’

‘No? I’ll work on it.’

Then there’s a click, the sound of the door opening and Kuroo jumps to his feet rushing over to the open doorway.

‘HA, I caught you!’ He says before even reaching the entrance.

‘Oh, really?’ Comes a voice that is definitely not Yaku. ‘And what did you catch me doing?

Ayame snorts, recognising the voice. ‘Hey Kame.’ She walks over to the doorway. ‘Don’t mind him, he's had too much coffee and was waiting for Yaku.’

‘Goddamnit.’ Kuroo groans, smacking his forehead. ‘So close.’

‘So did you enjoy your night?’ Ayame asks, taking a quick sip of her coffee before adding, ‘Oh and I expect that bowl to be put back.’

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clubkira · 6 months

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DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ

oh future husband, better love me right!

premise. the nhk is hosting another special broadcast featuring the popular fiancées of the jnt’s lineup! and this time, it’s truth or drink! ❤︎

content. haikyu!! jnt / f!reader. (koutarou bokuto, morisuke yaku, kiyoomi sakusa & tobio kageyama). fluff. downbad fiancés. suggestive jokes & allusions to sex. petnames. alcohol. overseas!kageyama & yaku (LDR). reader lives in japan (does not equal being japanese). a little angst.

notes. this part is… a little long! sit down for it ❤︎

soundtrack. dear future husband : meghan trainor.

part one can be read here.

dear future husband m.list // hq. masterlist.

KOUTAROU BOKUTO.

“Been awhile since I last drank,” Bokuto cracks his knuckles upon seeing the many selections of beer he gets to choose, fingers twitching eagerly as they hover over the bottles. “Wonder what I should get…”

You sigh beside him jokingly, nudging his shoulder with your elbow, “We don’t have all day, Kou.”

“I’m just looking!” He chuckles, holding his hands up in mock surrender.

He randomly picks up a bottle of Sapporo, rotating it in his hands before nodding to himself, “This seems good!”

You place your hand on the small of his back, guiding him towards the studio for a final run through before the broadcast, “Alright, Kou. Now let’s get this started!”

The NHK film crew do a final mic and sound check when you arrive as a staff member seats you both at the table in the centre of the studio, a pile of cards with questions written on them, two shot glasses and the Sapporo bottle your fiancé picked out lined on it’s top.

After fiddling with the microphones hidden inside your clothes, the crew give you two a thumbs up and rush back to their cameras to start the recording.

Bokuto’s entire body is turned towards the cameras, sitting on the edge of his seat as he eagerly greets the viewers, “Hey! I’m Koutarou Bokuto,” he catches your eyes with a bright smile, grabbing your hand from across the table, “And this is my fiancée!”

“And we’ve been together for three years now,” You finish for him, hands folded neatly on the table, the cameras pan to show off the engagment rings that sits prettily on both you and Bokuto’s fingers.

“Four months engaged.”

“And we’re playing truth or drink!” You and Bokuto announce happily together, smiling at each other before turning your bodies back to face the cameras. The film crew adjust their angles, moving their cameras off their stands to get better opening shots of you and your fiancé.

“You guys ready to play?” The head camera crew member asks, giving you the okay to start the game.

The studio lights illuminate the white backdropped room, enveloping your eyes in waves whenever you stare at the camera lenses for a little too long.

You and Bokuto nod as he shifts his gaze towards you, “Want me to go first, Baby?” He asks, already grabbing his shot glass and the bottle of Sapporo. You giggle, “So eager to get drunk, Kou?”

“I told you, it’s been awhile!” He beams, pouring out the alcohol carefully into his shot and grabbing the top card from the pile on the table.

“What do you like most about me?” he reads aloud, looking up at you curiously, “I’m pretty sure you’ve told me this exact answer before.”

“Have I?” you tilt your head in thought, thinking the question over, “I mean, probably. It has been three years, after all.”

Bokuto places the card face down on his side of the table, combing through his hair, “I think when we first started dating, you told me it was my hair.”

“It is nice,” you agree, causing Bokuto to start laughing and in turn making you giggle as well. The two of you are already giddy and snickering despite no alcohol being present in your systems yet, “But I think now that we’re engaged, I can give a more detailed answer.”

“Oh?”

He leans over the table excitedly, a wide grin plastered across his face, “Tell me, Baby! What do you like most about me?” His hand is still placed atop of yours, the perfectly cut gems in both of your rings twinkling in sync underneath the studio lights, perfectly complimenting you fiancé’s eyes.

You hum in faux thought for a moment before smirking, “Hmm, your muscles.”

Bokuto’s smile drops slightly to a pout, still keeping his bright composure while masking his lowered grin, “Awe, Baby I thought you were going to say something like, real deep and emotional!” He jests, “Like how you love that I make you smile, y’know?”

You throw your head back in laughter, nudging his shoulder with your free hand, “I’m kidding, Kou!” Your smile is genuine when you see how disappointed he was at first at your reply, looking straight into his eyes as a way reassure him.

“Yes, Kou. What I like most is that you make me the happiest every day I’m with you.”

His smile brightens significantly, a chuckle of his own escaping his lips as he leans back into his chair, “Damn, played by my own girl.”

He slides the pile of cards over to you with a mischievous smirk, “Not that I’m complaining.”

You take the top card off the pile and read it over, fingers twirling the empty shot glass in your hands. Your lips purse as you try to contain the giggles making their way up your throat while reading the question on the card, hands quivering in silent laughter.

“Have you ever wanted to fuck one of our friends while with me?” Bokuto’s eyes seem to pop out of his head at the vast difference and shift in questions, turning to the NHK staff while laughing, “Are you sure this is okay to broadcast?”

The film crew nod, to which Bokuto shrugs, “Alright, then,” before turning back to you. “Uhh, can I just like- take a shot right now?”

“You’d rather drink than not tell me?” You joke, pouring out the Sapporo for your fiancé, “Damn, Kou. Do I not satisfy you enough?”

“Of course you do!” He corrects himself hastily, “It’s just, uh..” he leans in closer to you whisper in your ear quietly, “I don’t want to say Atsumu on national T.V...”

Your hand flies to your mouth in shock, shoulders shaking as you try to contain your cackles, “Atsumu?” you repeat in a hushed tone, making sure you heard him correctly. “Him?”

“He’s got nice hair!”

You both start to laugh at how hair seems to be a common appealing trait you notice in people. Shaking your head in mock disappointment, you shove the stack of questions back over to your fiancé’s side for his turn.

“What is the most embarrassing thing you caught me doing when I thought I was alone?” Bokuto asks, reading from the card he picked off the top of the pile and glancing back up at you.

You hum in thought for a moment, pondering the question.

“Uhm, I think that time you were rehearsing your Valentines day speech to me before we went out to eat at that restaurant a few years ago,” you reveal cautiously, “but you were using a pillow with a photo of my face taped on it as a stand-in.”

Bokuto’s jaw drops at the revelation, nearly falling out of his chair from the shock of what you just divulged to him, “You were there? Watching me do that?”

You have to practically fight the cackle bubbling it’s way up your throat, a smile creeping onto your face when you answer, “Yes, Kou. But it was sweet, so I didn’t mention it to you.”

“You kept that a secret for two years?” He asks again, and you nod.

Your fiancé’s face remains stunned for a few more moments before breaking out into a smile of his own, hand running down his face while laughing to himself. “Damn, I must’ve looked so dumb.”

“I thought it was cute!” You attempt to salvage things, giggling as you pick up the next question card, this time it’s for Bokuto.

“What part of wedding planning is the most challenging part for you?”

“The money…” He pouts, taking the card from you to read it over again before turning to the cameras.

“Weddings are so damn expensive— Did you know wedding flowers can cost up to two million yen?” He exclaims in shock, “For flowers!”

You sigh, plucking the question card from his hand and setting aside on his pile with a smile, “This is why you should leave the financial decisions to me, Kou. Our floral arrangements will not be that expensive, I can assure you.”

“Of course, Baby,” he grins, “I trust you completely on that,” his hands move to pick up the next card, lifting the corner and taking a peek at the question before flipping it over and reading it.

“What is something you’ve wanted to try in the bedroom but haven’t told me about?”

“Impact play,” comes your answer a bit too hastily to be considered normal.

Bokuto has a silent stare off with you for a few seconds after before you both break out in hysterical laughter, your fiancé cackling at how fast and prepared you were when you answered while you exclaim that’s why you could never tell him.

“Baby, that was so fast!” Bokuto reels over the table, pounding his fist into the wood while howling with laughter, gripping his empty shot glass in hand.

“Were you— were you that prepared to answer?”

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you make an attempt to defend your response, “I know you’d absolutely wreck me if we tried, that’s why I never asked!”

“I mean…” He trails off, glancing at you and letting his eyes roam your ring finger as a smirk makes it’s way onto his face, leaning closer to you over the table. “We could always try it at home later—”

“Last question!” You interrupt him, pulling the cards over to your side and grabbing the last question from the stack, you see Bokuto’s smile drop when he sits back in his seat from how you changed topics until he sees you wink at him from the corner of his eye.

“What is something you wish to tell me before we get married?”

Bokuto’s eyes light up at his question, holding up his shot of Sapporo and beaming brightly. Despite not drinking much during your game, his cheeks are flushed like he’s been drunk on your love this entire time, eyes crinkling with glee when he smiles.

“I hope I can keep being this happy when i’m with you after marriage,” He declares, “I love you, Baby.”

“I love you too, Kou,” you smile with him, raising your own shot to clink your two glasses together and down them simultaneously, the cool smoothness of the beer running down your throats.

You can feel the mild bitterness on your tongue afterwards, it leaves it’s taste behind even several hours after your drinking game when you two return to your shared home.

But the sincerity in Bokuto’s eyes when they fell on you back in the studio, and the way he gazes at you like you’re the only thing in his world even with the several NHK staff and film members recording your every move washes that all away instantaneously, overpowering it with sheer sweetness.

It’s just not one you can taste as easily as the flavour of Sapporo.

You might not have gotten drunk that night, but Bokuto’s certain he’s been drunk on your love for the entirety of all three years you’ve been together and wouldn’t mind if things stayed like this forever.

MORISUKE YAKU.

“You’re going down, sweetheart,” Yaku warns you with a teasing wink, lifting the bottle of Vodka in his hands to inspect the label, “Playing in the Russian League gives me an alcohol tolerance advantage that you don’t have.”

“I didn’t know just playing in Russia meant you were an experienced drinker,” you hum, playing along with his jokes for the fun of it. “I don’t think athletes are supposed to consume a lot of vodka anyways.”

“Well, you might as well back out now,” Yaku advises, shrugging with a sly grin, one of the camera crew’s members rushes up to fix the loose microphone on his suit before scurrying back to their position.

“Don’t wanna get beaten by your own fiancé now, do you?”

You merely roll your eyes at his antics, a reluctant smile making it’s way onto your face as you realign the messy stack of cards on your table, sounds of the director doing a final run through of lights and cameras are heard around you.

“Yeah yeah, save it for after you get wasted, Mori.”

The cameras start up as the director nods in your direction, indicating for you two to introduce yourselves to the viewers tuning in, Yaku holds your hand as he recites his lines.

“Hi, I’m Morisuke Yaku,” your fiancé beams, giving your hand a comforting squeeze, “And this right here, is my wonderful fiancée, whom I adore very much.”

Even several years later, Yaku’s swoon worthy words have an effect on you after all this time, making you feel like you’re still in that young and eager love stage. Attempting to hide your giddy face from him, you turn to face the camera as well with a wide grin.

“We’ve been together for four and a half years,” You gush, the sparkling engagement band on your finger being shown outwardly when the cameras zoom in for a closer look. “Engaged for eight months, now.”

“And today, we’ll be playing truth or drink,” Yaku reveals to the excited viewers, the cameras change positions to new angles while the sound crew makes sure your microphones are picking up your words.

After signaling to the director that they are indeed working, he asks you two, “Are you ready to play?”

You and Yaku both agree as he opens the bottle of Vodka, pouring it into your shot glass first before he pours out his own, “Hm, what a gentleman you are, Mori.” You joke, noticing he gave you your alcohol first before serving himself any.

“Always, for you.” He sighs dreamily, setting the bottle down beside him and pushing the cards over to you with his familiar cheshire grin. “And because I’m such a gentleman, you should go first, love.”

You stifle a laugh into the palm of your hand at the sudden switch in personality but take the top card off anyway, flipping it over and reading the question for Yaku written on it, “What is one thing you wish I did more of in our relationship?”

He groans, slumping down in his seat with his Vodka in hand, “Fly over to come visit me overseas,” he jokingly groans, faux-booing you with a thumbs down and all as he turns to the film crew.

“Did you know she doesn’t get on the first plane to Russia whenever I ask, can you believe her?”

You merely snicker at his jeers and turn your card over, placing it down on the table beside your shot. “Well I’m sorry, but I’m unable to predict whenever you’ll miss me spontaneously.”

“It’s not spontaneous,” Yaku argues, “I tell you like, two minutes in advance.”

You raise an eyebrow at his claims, “Wanna bet, Mori? I have screenshots.”

“Maybe I’ll just drink to this instead.”

You both giggle as he shakes his head in defeat, taking the next card off the pile and reading out loud the first question for you.

“Have you ever—” Yaku begins to lose his composure as he reads, holding back his giggles before sputtering out, “faked an orgasm with me?”

You burst out into laughter as Yaku discards the card to his side, head thrown back in hysterics while using the table to stabilize himself.

“Well?” He asks, wiping the tears that have begun to form around his eyes, “Have you?”

You begin to reach for your Vodka shot, causing your fiancé to break out into another, more excessive fit of cackles, “Are you serious, honey?”

“Okay well, maybe!” You confess wholeheartedly, raising the Vodka to your lips, “Back when we were first dating!”

Yaku scoffs disapprovingly, but you can tell he’s not seriously mad when you down the vodka and he’s looking at you worriedly, asking if it was too strong for you afterwards.

You dismiss his concerns, saying it’s fine and that you can handle it before he relaxes and pushes the cards back over to you.

“Have you ever had a dream about me cheating on you?” You ask him, Yaku’s face immediately sours at his question, you look to him expectantly and wait for his reply.

“… Ugh, yes,” he begrudgingly admits after a few moments of silence, eyebrows furrowing as he recalls it unpleasantly, “I had a dream once where you cheated on me with Lev.”

“Lev?” You cackle, “The— the 6’5 russian guy from your highschool volleyball team??”

Yaku’s hand moves to his vodka-filled shot glass, “Yes,” he moans, “It was awful. Hope I never see Lev butt-naked in my dreams ever again.”

“You don’t have to drink to this one, Mori,” you giggle as Yaku downs his vodka quickly, not even flinching at the burn, maybe he was right about the tolerance advantage. “Since you answered it.”

“Ah, don’t care,” he groans, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his suit, “After having to reimagine that scene, I needed the alcohol.”

Yaku takes the next card off the pile of questions skeptically, flipping it over and reading it out loud.

“Do you have any insecurities when it comes to me playing overseas in Russia?”

The question causes you to stop and think as Yaku places the card face down next to him, pouring another shot and sliding it over to you. “You don’t have to say anything, sweetheart.”

His gentle tone reassures you but you shake your head, pushing the vodka away, “No it’s okay, I don’t mind saying it.” Yaku looks surprised but nods understandingly, taking the glass back and giving you the room to process your next words while he remains quiet.

“I think my only insecurity is not knowing if you’re safe while overseas,” you admit to your fiancé. Yaku doesn’t say anything in response, knowing you have more to say as he lets you say what you need while silently encouraging you to elaborate.

“I hate not having you beside me because I don’t know where you are, and I just miss you a lot you know?”

Yaku’s cheek rests against the palm of his hand, concern washing over his face again as he looks across the table to you, “Awe, honey. I didn’t know you felt that way,” he coos, “do you hate whenever I leave for volleyball season?”

You shrug dismissively, the weight of your words beginning to catch up to you as your voice becomes quieter, trailing off at the end. “I mean, I don’t hate it, but like- I wanna know you’re alright while in Russia…”

Yaku’s about to speak when you shake your head dismissively, “It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” before you’re reaching for the deck of cards, already pulling the top question up and flipping it over to read.

Your eyes drag over the words as a pit begins to form inside your stomach. The next question for Yaku causes you to cringe, still reeling from the uneasiness of the last one as you awkwardly ask him, “Have you… ever regretted or had doubts about our engagement?”

Yaku’s face of concern turns into one of astonishment, he looks almost appalled at how unsure you look and sound while asking him.

“Absolutely not,” he states firmly, holding your hand that holds engagement band on it, you can feel the distress radiating off him as he reassures you in a hushed tone.

“I’ve never once regretted proposing to you, and I fully intend on marrying you.”

Yaku’s words dislodge the lump in your throat as you begin to chuckle to yourself, eyes looking down at his hand where the engagement ring he wears that matched your own. “I’m sorry if you thought I was doubting you, Mori. It’s just—”

“You don’t need to justify your feelings,” Yaku reiterates sternly, “I know, okay? You don’t need to explain this on live T.V.”

Knowing he’s only trying to make sure nothing of what you say can be interpreted wrongly later by media, you nod as he sighs in relief with an uneasy smile.

“I think this next question is our last one,” he announces, his smile morphing back into that familiar cheshire grin, the one that always brightens your day. You think he’s doing it in an attempt to lighten the mood, or maybe he just naturally makes you happy.

Yaku picks up the final question card and flips it over, reading it over with a calm smile, “What have you enjoyed most about being engaged to me?” His voice is gentle as he looks up to you, placing the card down on his pile.

“Well, love?” He encourages you, knowing he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable he gives you the choice, “Do you want to answer, or take a drink?”

You’d be a fool to drink at this question, there isn’t anything to drink for here but there’s just so much about being engaged to Yaku that you love that you can’t quite find the words for it. And while the majority of your engagement has been spent with Yaku being away in Russia, it doesn’t mean you enjoy it any less than if he were with you in Japan.

“… I enjoy knowing you will always be with me,” you begin to speak slowly, making sure your words are clear and concise while twirling your empty shot glass in hand absentmindedly.

Trying to fit all you want to say to your fiancé in a few words is tough, but you manage to shorten it enouhh to say all you want to tell him. “Because even while you’re playing overseas, I know you will always come back home to me.”

Yaku’s face unexpectedly heats up at your words, the apples of his cheeks turning bright red as his lips form into a shy and nervous grin, one isn’t anything like the mischievous and playful personality you’re accustomed to seeing while with him.

“I… I love you, sweetheart.” He manages to speak after some time, loosening the collar of his dress shirt nervously, but the smile on his face never falters. “I always have and always will.”

He extends his hand out to you, motioning for you to give him your shot glass. You hand it to him and he pours out some Vodka, sliding it back over to you once full before filling his own.

“Yes, honey,” he whispers unconsciously while pouring his alcohol, and it’s the happiest you’ve seen him all day. From his flushed complexion, dopey smile and euphoric demeanour, he appears to be glowing. Or maybe it’s the blaring lights behind him that are playing tricks on you.

Your fiancé has never looked so sure of himself until this moment, Yaku’s eyes never straying from yours as he raises his shot glass, breaking into his biggest smile yet.

“I will always come back home to you. No matter how long we are apart for,” and to that, you both cheer, clinking your glasses as you toast to your engagement.

Downing the alcohol in unison, the bitter sting of the Vodka attacks your throats relentlessly, but neither you or Yaku care about that in this moment or the next.

The world’s most intense Vodka brewed directly in the heart of Moscow, Russia could never be so strong as to have an effect on either of you when you’re in the presence of each other. You’re certain that Yaku would drown himself in the harshest of Vodka’s if it meant it was all for you.

A little Vodka is nothing compared to what he’d go through for you.

The way Yaku’s entire demeanour changes when with you, the largest of smiles etched onto his face for a side he only shows while you’re with him here, in Japan.

Remaining wholely committed to you even while seperated by land and sea is all a true testament to your relationship, and it puts your heart at ease.

Yaku may not always be at home; but Yaku knows that home is with you, and he knows he’ll always be with you in due time.

KIYOOMI SAKUSA.

“Oh, he’s a lightweight,” you tell the film crew who are adjusting their camera stands nearby as Kiyoomi pulls out the chair at the table for you to sit at, giggling when you hear the faintest muffled groan come from underneath his face mask.

Sitting atop the table is a bottle of Scotch, the deck of question cards and two shot glasses on it’s sanitized surface as per request by your fiancé.

“This’ll be so easy for me.”

“As if,” Kiyoomi scoffs, taking his own seat across from you and scooching his chair forward, “I’ll beat you and then have to hear you drunkenly cry about it back home later for the next several hours.”

“Nope,” you declare mischievously, folding your arms over the table and laying your head in them while looking up at your fiancé, “Hey, did you know Atsumu told me you’re an emotional drunk?”

You can see Kiyoomi’s eyes twitch underneath his thick black locs, hand reaching to grip his hair in annoyance. “That fucking—”

The director interrupts him unexpectedly when he calls to the rest of the crew in the studio for everyone to take their places behind the cameras, Kiyoomi sighs deeply as his shoulders relax and he leans back in his chair waiting for the broadcast to begin.

“I’m Kiyoomi Sakusa,” he states to the viewers plainly, barely acknowledging the cameras pointed straight at his face when he motions to you, “And this is my fiancée of almost a year.”

You can hear the way his voice softens lightly when referring to you as his fiancée.

“We’ve been together for four years now,” You welcome the viewers much more warmly than your fiancé does, announcing eagerly, “Engaged for eleven months, and we’re playing truth or drink!”

Again, you’re a lot more excited than Kiyoomi is when the director asks, “You guys okay to start playing?” but he agrees to it nonetheless, the subtle nod of his head doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

Kiyoomi grabs the stack of cards full of questions and shuffles the deck around a bit, when asked by the director why he did so he answers, “So if anyone planted any weird questions at the top of the pile for her they’re pushed to the bottom.”

After reorganizing the cards, Kiyoomi hands the stack to you, letting you have first pick of the game. You try to argue, but he doesn’t listen.

“Ladies go first,” he says, expectantly waiting for you to start.

You take the first card of the newly shuffled deck and begin to read it for your fiancé, “Favourite memory of us, pre-engagement or post-engagement?”

Kiyoomi taps his empty glass against the mahogany of the table repeatedly for a brief moment, thinking it over before letting out a deep sigh-turned groan, reaching over and pouring out some Scotch for himself as you sit back in stunned shock at his actions.

“Wait, what—”

“Don’t question me,” he rasps, lowering his face mask and downing his shot with ease, there’s hints of floral notes in the Scotch he can taste.

He pulls his mask back up seconds later and looks up at you, you swear you can see a smirk forming under his mask from the way his eyes lift in amusement afterwards, causing your cheeks to heat up at what he could’ve been thinking about that he had to take a shot to get out of saying it.

Finishing off his Scotch, your fiancé takes both the top card off the deck and his empty shot glass before reading aloud his first question for you.

“What was your first impression of me when we met?” Kiyoomi reads monotonously, his stare hardens when he notices you jokingly reaching for your shot glass, tossing the card over to your side with a groan.

“Really?” He huffs, arms crossed over his chest and glaring halfheartedly at your tease. “Didn’t Motoya say you like… hated me at first or something?”

“I didn’t hate you,” you giggle, pouring the Scotch into your glass while avoiding your fiancé’s gaze, “I just.. am a little thirsty right now.”

“Haha,” Kiyoomi laughs dryly, watching as you down your shot quickly, the citrusy notes in the Scotch make it pleasant to drink. “You’re soo funny, dear. Must be really thirsty today.”

“I am,” you wink, placing your glass back down on the table before taking the next card off the pile.

“What is the most embarrassing nickname for me you have in mind?” Kiyoomi asks, and you snort.

“It’s only embarrassing because Atsumu came up with it…” you turn to the cameras to whisper to the viewers, facing your fiancé who’s giving you a skeptic look that soon turns into existential dread when you begin to snicker.

He groans, “I swear to god if it’s Omi-Omi—”

“It’s Omi-Omi.”

You can practically feel the annoyance radiating off of Kiyoomi while you bat your eyelashes innocently at him, playful shrug of your shoulders as you pull the cards back over to your side, taking the next card off the deck while your fiancé whispers something about killing Atsumu at the next practice from across the table.

“What colour or colours are your favorite on me?” You look up at the director almost immediately before Kiyoomi can even open his mouth, “Can I just say it— Because I know.”

The director nods, “He told me once it was black and gold,” Kiyoomi mumbles something incoherent under his breath, whatever he’s saying being muffled by his nask as he hides his face away from the cameras, the camera crew exchange a look amongst themselves.

“Aren’t those the colours of the MSBY Black Jackals?” One of the crew members mentions offhandedly and you smirk, looking over to your flustered fiancé with the most shit-eating grin you can muster, “Yes, yes they are.”

“Should’ve just let me answer instead,” he mutters while pulling out the next card from the deck to move the game along, coughing as his face slowly returns to it’s natural colour.

He chuckles when he reads it over, “How would you spend an entire week without me?” he turns to the cameras with his own smug face, placing the card down on the table. “She doesn’t.”

“I can,” you interject and he gives you a deadpan stare, “Yeah, can. Doesn’t mean you do, though.”

“Anyways,” you swerve back to your answer, taking the card from his side and reading it over yourself.

“I would have a very relaxing week without you, consisting mostly of singing and dancing in our empty kitchen without you to judge me.”

“I don’t judge you.”

“Yes you do.”

“Nope.”

You two could probably have this back and fourth for hours on end but you stop when you catch the director’s eye, one of his assistants motions to you hurriedly that it’s nearly time to end the broadcast.

With that in mind, you pick up the last question card, flipping it over and reading it for Kiyoomi.

“What’s one thing you’d like to tell me at the alter if you couldn’t say anything else.”

“That I love you,” Kiyoomi says almost immediately, tracing the rim of his shot glass with his ring finger delicately, you can hear the gentleness in his voice when he speaks. “And that I hope you’ll always be my lover, whatever that means for us in the future.”

“That’s more than one thing, Kiyo.”

“I don’t care.”

You scoff playfully, tossing the card aside and pouring out two shots of Scotch for you and your fiancé. Whilst handing him his glass your rings bump together momentarily, the clinking of the diamonds makes the two of you smile, though Kiyoomi’s is hidden underneath his mask.

“Cheers, my dear,” he mutters softly, lowering his mask again to drink and allowing you to finally see the beautiful smile he hides underneath, usually reserved only for you.

“Cheers, Kiyo,” and you two drink, the Scotch tastes lovely and refined on both of your tongues when it runs down your throats with ease.

It’s light and sophisticated, and the flavour profile fits Kiyoomi so well. You consider telling him that, but refrain because you think he won’t understand what you mean; not knowing he’s thinking the exact same about you.

Kiyoomi thinks you two may be a match made in heaven, if such a thing exists then it perfectly encapsulates the two of you.

As the cameras cut and several crew members rush around the studio, Kiyoomi doesn’t notice any of that in this moment— his gaze continues to be locked onto you wholly; lovingly enraptured by the beautiful image of you across from him that he hopes will be burned into the back of his head like the taste of this Scotch, but for many years to come and not just a mere few hours.

Kiyoomi can drink Scotch at any time he pleases, but being married to you is something he is excited for and craves everyday of his life as the days on the calender tick down to your wedding, it keeps him motivated to continue each day if he knows it’s just one day closer to a life with you, one where he knows you will be with him every day going forward.

The day you two will finally be united as one. Kiyoomi can’t wait for that morning to come, when night falls and after the ceremony is done he can finally refer to you as his wife and not just his fiancée.

TOBIO KAGEYAMA.

Tobio gulps upon seeing the Sake being poured into his shot glass by the NHK staff member, being handed the alcohol before they pour out another shot for you, to which you graciously accept with a smile and nod of your head.

“Uhh…” His piercing gaze reaches across to you across the table, nervously fiddling with the glass in hand as he twirls it inbetween his fingers, “I don’t, really hold alcohol well, love..”

“Really?” You stare at him blankly, squinting down at the alcohol in your own shot, “what do you drink in Italy then, Tobio?”

“Limoncello,” he sighs, “but it’s supposed to be sipped slowly, not downed like shots usually are.” He makes a face as the thought of attempting to drink Limoncello like shots ripples through his mind, it would most definitely not end well for him.

You chuckle and give him a reassuring smile, placing your hand over his gently. The diamond on his ring is cool to the touch when you run your thumb over it, with sharp and well defined cut corners. “You’ll be fine, Tobio.”

He nods unsurely but allows the NHK camera crew to do their final run through, making sure everything is in order before the cameras begin to roll and the director is motioning for you both to recite your lines.

Your fiancé’s voice is a little strained, a faint stutter can be heard as he speaks slowly, “I’m… Tobio Kageyama,” he manages to say before craning his head to his left, across the table.

“And I’m her fiancé,” his eyes shift towards you as you give the cameras a polite wave, “We’re playing… truth or drink.”

“We’ve been together for five years,” You excitedly tell the viewers, holding up your ring finger to show off the dazzling diamond atop it, “And engaged for two.”

The director asks from out of frame, “Why have you two been engaged for so long?” A question that most viewers are probably wanting to know, Tobio answers it for you.

“I wanted to marry her sooner,” he timidly admits, looking down at his lap to avoid the harsh glares of the camera lenses, “But with me playing in Ali Roma, it’s hard to plan things out, I guess.”

You nod, “Besides,” you chime in giddily, taking over for him, “It’s fun to be in this little engaged stage for a long time, makes everyday that bit more exciting.”

You ramble on about how fun it is to call Tobio during his off days; calling him at three in the morning in Japan while in Italy it’s 7PM to tell him about a cute floral arrangement you saw earlier that day while shopping that you’d love to have at your wedding.

Facetiming him in the dark of the night, wrapped in blankets and wearing his highschool volleyball jersey to ask him what kind of food from Italy he wants to incorporate into the wedding menu, and texting him photos of different style of wedding dresses you’re considering wearing on your big day while getting out of the shower.

You unintentionally forget about your jittery mess of a fiancé while you speak, beaming as bright as the glowering studio lights as Tobio looks at you amazed.

Tobio’s nervousness slowly fades when he sees the ring on your finger and just how happy you are to be engaged to him. It’s always been a worry of his that you hate the long wait to get married to him, that playing overseas would hurt your relationship because of long he is away from home at times.

But your gleeful joy in telling thousands of viewers in real time that you love just being engaged to him for two years; that you don’t mind it at all, brings some peace of mind to his fragile heart.

“Are you two ready to play?”

Knuckles slowly unclenching as he takes a deep breath, he nods his head to the director, indicating the start of the game. He starts first, picking up the first card from the pile.

“What is the most awkward date we’ve ever been on?” Tobio’s face drops immediately upon reading, turning the card face down on the table and turning to the director, “Can I start over? Or make her drink?”

“It’s her choice if she wants to answer or drink.” The director answers.

Tobio turns to you hastily, eyes practically pleading with you not to say what you have on your mind, he’s already inside your mind and fears for what you could potentially reveal on national television, causing you to erupt in a fit of giggles as you reach for the Sake.

“Fine, fine. I won’t say, Tobio.” You’ve never seen your fiancé so relieved, almost seeing the metaphorical weight lifting off his shoulders with your own eyes when you take the shot.

The Sake is sweet, like sticky rice. It’s feels cool when it hits the back of your tongue and nice to drink, reminding you of the Italian sweets Tobio would send you from Italy. Noting that they’d pair nicely with Sake, you consider getting Tobio to send you more of them in the mail soon.

“You owe me for that one, Tobio,” you chuckle after finishing your shot, “Whatever the next question is you have to answer it.” He groans in protest but agrees after some convincing as you reach for the question pile and grab your first question for him.

“Have you kept a secret hobby or interest hidden from me?”

Shockingly, Tobio nods his head and unexpectedly calm about the question he was supposedly ‘forced’ to answer, “I got into gardening when I first came to Italy.”

“You what?” You utter, delightfully surprised at this revelation, “What plants do you take care of in Italy?”

“I have a few hanging Boston Fern and Ivy in some pots around my apartment…” Tobio tells you, adverting his gaze from your eyes the more your smile grows towards him. “I didn’t mean to keep them from you, I just… forgot to mention it everytime we call.”

“Tobio…” You laugh at how empty headed your fiancé can be at times, sometimes you think he’d forget his head if it weren’t secured to his body. “We call almost every day!”

“Yeah, but you usually call me late at night!” He defends himself, “I don’t normally leave my room that late at night, so you never see them!”

You shake your head in disbelief at this, faux disappointment at your fiancé for keeping this interest of his hidden for so long, “When I visit you in Rome, you have to show me these plants, deal?”

He nods in approval at that arrangement, a small smile creeping onto his face as he takes the next card off the deck, “Have you pretended to like a gift I gave you when you actually didn’t?”

You consider reaching for the Sake but reel your hand back at the last second, deciding to tell him straight up.

“Yeah, the lingerie you sent me a few months ago.”

“You didn’t like it?”

Tobio’s mouth hangs open, visibly swallowing his shame away as he sets the question card down on the table, a hand running through his hair in deep thought.

“Okay well, didn’t like isn’t the right word per se—”

“Was it the style?” Tobio begins interrogating you sternly, brows furrowed and that determined look in his eyes you’re so familiar with while watching his volleyball matches.

“Was it the colour, or was it too flimsy? I tried going to a new store that time, I knew I should’ve just stuck to the other one—”

“Tobio!”

He’s immediately brought out of his thoughts by your cackles, blinking as he’s focused on your laughing figure in front of him. His cheeks are tinted a dark shade of red, thinking he’s said something embarrassing when he whispers a low, “Yes, love?”

Through fits of giggles and laughter, you barely manage to sputter out, “It was just the wrong size, babe!”

Tobio’s eyes widen significantly at the reveal, looking down at his hands where his engagement ring sits comfortably in his ring finger, feeling his body shrink in on itself further into his seat while you’re howling across from him.

If you were seated beside each other he’s sure you’d be slapping his arm too for good measure.

“C-can we move onto the next question…” He mumbles just above the microphone strapped to his dress shirt’s minimum level to pick up sounds. If his old highschool teammates were here— if Hinata were here, god, he’d never hear the end of it. “Please?”

Finally settling down from your giggly high, you vaguely nod, still catching your breath when you reach for the next question card on the pile and flip it over as Tobio tries his best to calm down his reddened face.

“What is the most romantic thing your partner has ever done for you?”

After Tobio’s managed to relax himself, he thinks the question over, chin in hand as his gaze lands directly on the Sake bottle on the table beside him where he gets lost in thought while mulling over the question.

“I think…” he mutters to himself, “When you told me it was okay to go play in Ali Roma, instead of discouraging me to stay in Japan.”

His answer legitimately surprises you, “Is that, really your response, Tobio?”

He nods, hands reaching up to the nape of his neck. “Yeah… I don’t know if romantic is the right word, I guess.“

“But knowing you were there to support me; even if I could tell you were scared for me going overseas, it felt like the most romantic gesture someone could ever do to me.”

Tobio blinks, suddenly remembering his words are being broadcasted on national T.V and coughing awkwardly, “Uh, yeah, that’s my answer.”

He begins to notice the gazes of the rest of the film crew and director that are burning right through him, feeling the colour returning to his cheeks.

Tobio looks over to you anxiously, finding you with the brighest eyes he’s ever seen, he could get lost in them if he stared into them long enough. You purse your lips for a moment, before a smile blossoms across your face.

“Wow, Tobio,” you breathe out dreamily, “That was… so sweet of you to say,” Tobio has a hard time meeting your gaze, you can tell he’s still feeling anxious so you grab his hand and force him to look you in the eye.

“I will always support you, okay?” You tell him firmly, he’s a bit startled at how forward you’re being but nods before you quickly add, “Even if I don’t like being so far away from you, you don’t need to worry about me. Don’t be so nervous about this, alright?”

Tobio’s lips quiver into a strained frown before he sighs, “It’s not that simple,” you feel his hand give yours a light squeeze for comfort, interlocking his fingers with your own. “I wish I could just… not be so worried for you. But I love you too much for that.”

“Loving me means you understand that no matter what, I am right behind you,” you voice to him directly. “Maybe not physically, but no matter where you go, I will follow eventually.”

Tobio goes silent for a few seconds, even when he knows dozens of people in this studio— hundreds of thousands are watching him live, he’s only looking at you; having eyes only for you. With a shaky nod of his head, he finally manages to crack a smile.

“I understand.”

Releasing your hand from his grip, he pulls his next question for you from the pile, looking far more relaxed than he did at the beginning of your game. He’s comfortable in this stage of your relationship, even if he knows that others think it’s strange— the distance between you two, the long engagement period.

He knows the only opinion that should matter to him—that does matter to him is yours alone.

“When you hear my name in public, what comes to your mind?”

“That you have done another amazing set,” You answer with ease, allowing yourself to feed his ego for once. “Or won another game, who knows at this point? You can do it all.”

Tobio seems satisfied with that answer, even uncharacteristically relishing in your praise. “Ah, I am pretty good at volleyball, aren’t I?”

You lean over the table to punch his shoulder lightly, a teasing grin dances on your lips which matches his own, “Yeah yeah, you’re welcome for being so supportive of my fiancé.”

“Well thank you then, love.”

One of the camera crew’s members motions to the director, indicating it’s almost time to wrap up the broadcast. Feeling at peace, you grab the final card of the question deck, eyes flickering to Tobio as you read.

“Anything else you’d like to say to me about our engagement?”

Tobio takes a deep breath, steadying himself before he speaks. He wants to make sure he tells you everything on his mind, but maybe that will have to wait for another time— a more private time.

One that isn’t being broadcasted on national television. So he’ll settle for the next best course.

“I just wanted to say…” He hesitates for a moment, his mouth opening and closing at times until he can find his bearings. “That being engaged to you has taught me a lot of things.”

You’re about to say something in response until he holds his hand up, indicating he isn’t done yet.

“And… I wouldn’t mind if we stayed like this forever.”

Tobio notices the slight look of confusion in your eyes as he continues, “Wh-what I mean is, uh… even though we aren’t married yet, you make me so happy that I feel like I could be okay with what we have.”

“I still want to marry you!” He blurts out worriedly in an attempt to explain himself, “But knowing you’re not bothered by how long we’re engaged for is enough to reassure me that no matter how long we wait for, I’ll still be as happy as the day we marry.”

Tobio shuts his eyes, burying his head in his hands from sheer embarrassment, “Fuck, that was so stupid sounding-”

“Hey now..” You pry his hands away from his face with a pout, leaning across the table’s surface to cup his cheek, “That wasn’t stupid, that was sweet!”

“Really?” He asks, unsure if he believes you, “I’m not really good with my words, y’know.”

“Well I understood what you meant,” you smile, pressing a kiss to your ring finger and placing it on your fiancé’s lips, “And I feel the same way.”

Tobio’s face erupts into a bright scarlet red as you pour the two of you a shot of Sake each, downing them together with your rings on prominent display for all of Japan to see.

Your fiancé is still quite popular in Japan despite now playing overseas, overhearing the NHK film crew and the thousands of viewers who tuned in were watching his broadcast with you while dying in laughter.

It’s not laughter to mock him however— as he soon finds out when after the cameras cut and he can still hear the staff talking about how adorable he looked during the live special.

And his old highschool friends blowing up his phone, sending him clips of his broadcast with hearts and kissy face emojis, but you swear to him that it’s all well intentioned. Maybe not Tsukishima’s to some extent, but nontheless.

All Tobio knows he can do is sigh, turn his phone off and settle into your arms after everything’s been said and done. His time in Japan is limited after all, he has to fly back to Italy in a few days time.

He knows it hurts to leave you again, and you hate sending him off at the airport. He wishes he could marry you immediately— but there’s still so much to be done until that day can arrive.

Tobio doesn’t know when the lucky day will come when you can instead wear a wedding ring on your finger rather than an engagement ring, but as Tobio has discovered today; the two of you will be okay until then despite it all.

It takes a lot to make Tobio anxious about your engagement, but it also takes a lot to shake the strong foundation the two of you have built with each other over the years.

The two of you have planned your future with each other as the main component of it all in the centre of it for as long as you can remember, and he’s prepared to withstand any obstacles that threaten his happiness with you.

Tobio is at ease knowing you have his back, and he has yours even while separated by thousands of miles of stretching oceans and ground.

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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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Three Virgins

Lev and Yaku were your best friends since childhood. You spent your childhood together. What you ate and drank was indistinguishable. You would do every activity together. You went to the same schools from primary school to high school. Even though you went to different universities, your ties never broke.

You were doing various activities at every opportunity. On the weekends, you would either go bowling, play volleyball in the first empty gym you found, or swim in the indoor swimming pool. You had countless fun activities

You would occasionally organize barbecue parties and invite your other friends from university. You were actually having some kind of socializing party under the pretext of a barbecue.

Your friends from college looked up to you and considered you lucky because you were best friends with two guys. Because you always had friends who would support you. They would even protect you when necessary

You would meet at one of your houses every week you were available. This week it was Lev's turn. His family was already out of town. His older sister Alisa also went on holiday with her fiancée. So the house belonged entirely to you. You could be as crazy as you wanted and organize crazy parties among yourselves.

Before going to the meeting, you stopped by the store and bought a bag of junk food, even though you were probably going to watch a movie.

Then you headed to Lev's house. Yaku had arrived before you, and they both welcomed you very warmly when you arrived.

Just as you predicted, you were going to have a movie night that evening. Lev chose one of the most watched horror movies of recent times. It was a genre that all three of you loved

After preparing your snacks and drinks, you sat in front of the television. The movie started to get exciting from the first minutes.

You trembled with fear in some parts of the movie, and you were terribly nervous in others.

All three of you clenched tightly together when you were scared

After the movie ended, you started chatting for the rest of the night, trying to forget your fear a little bit. While chatting, Yaku came up with an idea

"Say what? Shall we play truth or dare?”

"Nice idea!" you confirmed.

It was also suitable for Lev. You found an empty bottle and placed it in the middle. Lev was the first to turn it and it stopped at you.

“Yes y/n-chan. Truth or Dare?"

“Truth” you replied

“So…when you were at Nekoma High, was there anyone on the volleyball team that you found sexy?”

You didn't expect to encounter such a question the first time. Yaku also agreed with you

“Isn't this question a bit quick?” Yaku asked.

“It will be your turn too, Yaku,” said Lev in reply.

Then it continued

“Yes y/n-chan. “We are waiting for your answer.”

“Hmm…well…I guess there was.”

“Who was it?” Lev insisted.

Your face turned to red. You didn't know how to say

“Kuro.”

"I thought you were going to say Kenma," laughed Yaku

“Kenma was cute too, but honestly Kuro is hotter. "I would die for him every time he passed by."

“Look! "If you had told us, we would have tried to adjust Kuro for you," Lev said with a grin.

“Never mind, it was just admiration. It's gone. "Yes, I think it's my turn."

You spun the bottle and it came to Yaku

“Yaku, truth or dare?”

“And I say truth”

“Okay then, have you ever read a porn magazine?”

Yaku's face turned red. Lev let out a loud laugh.

Unlike Lev, you asked a more tactless question.

“Lev! Don't laugh!” said Yaku, hitting Lev on the shoulder with one of the cushions on the floor.

Then he put his hand to the back of his neck and replied shyly:

“Oh…this is so embarrassing but, yes, I read it. "I got it from my cousin's secret stash."

“You're not innocent so much, Yaku,” you said, looking at him suggestively.

“I was a teenager then and such things were a matter of curiosity for me. Is it my turn?

Yaku spun the bottle. He was going to come across one of you and stopped at Lev

“Yes Lev, truth or dare?”

“Since you both said truth, I also say truth for this round.”

"Ok. Hmm let's see…are you a virgin?”

“Yes unfortunately…I came to university and still haven't had sex with anyone”

Yaku snickered. You also expressed your opinion quite boldly.

“Really Lev? I didn't expect that from you"

"Really. I would if I found a sexy girl. “I am an unlucky person.”

Yaku asked you both a question with a daring grin on his face.

“Since the subject has been brought up, let's all be honest. "I'm a virgin too"

"Bull! I am a person who has never even seen a porn magazine in my life, what happened to you?" Lev laughed.

"Believe it or not. "I've never had sex"

Lev then turned to you and asked

“What about you y/n-chan?”

Your face turned red too. If a game of truth or dare was being played, it was common for immoral topics to be brought up. But you didn't expect it to happen this fast

“I am a virgin”

They were both shocked by your answer. Because even though they didn't show it, they found you extremely sexy and were almost sure that you were not a virgin.

"WHAT!" they both said at once

"I mean it" you repeated

“I don't believe it y/n. We didn't expect this from you. You are very beautiful and sexy. "We thought you must have done it with someone," said Yaku.

“Yes,” agreed Lev.

You laughed, "If you say all three of us are virgins"

“Three unfortunates, we come together and console ourselves with obscene questions,” said Lev.

“That's right,” said Yaku.

“Let's continue. Let's see if you can say dare in the second round.” you said and encouraged your friends to continue the game.

It was Lev's turn and he spun the bottle. The bottle stopped at Yaku.

“Yaku, truth or dare?”

"Dare," said Yaku confidently.

“Okay, if you're so confident, cup y/n-chan's breasts.”

"WHAT!" you both said at once.

“But…” you said, feeling embarrassed.

"Word spoken is past recalling" Lev grinned.

"Ugh! Damn!" whined Yaku.

He moved closer to you and shyly grabbed both of your breasts. You suddenly shouted

"Ah! Yaku! “It hurt.”

“I'm sorry,” he said sheepishly, taking his hands off your breasts.

While Lev was watching you, feelings of lust were blooming inside him.

It was Yaku's turn. He spun the bottle and came across you

“Y/n-chan. Truth or Dare?"

“If we are going to call this tour dare, I say dare.”

“Okay…” he said, scratching his hair.

Then he gave a reckless order

“Rub on Lev's lap for 3 minutes. I will keep time. Come on!"

“Oh no! “This is truly a shame.”

“Am I going to have my first experience with you, y/n-chan?” he said to you indicating his willingness

“It's just a game, Lev,” you replied.

"Come on! "Since you have the dare, then do as I say," Yaku looked at you both suggestively.

“Well…okay.”

You tried to hide your blushing face.

“I forgot something. Take off your trousers." added Yaku.

You didn't expect this

''What! Will I be rubbing naked? "Can't it be through clothes?"

Yaku slightly raised the tips of his eyebrows

"I don't think you can enjoy it that way." Besides, you are the one who chooses dare. "Then you will do as I say."

You were trying to fight the tension building inside you. As soon as you took off your pants, your pink panties became visible to both Lev and Yaku

Lev made fun of you by saying, "The color of your panties is so cute."

"Shut up, Lev!" you said, both sweetly and harshly.

You could see the bulge on Lev's lap. You couldn't even imagine how you were going to sit on that already hard thing. On top of that, you would have your first experience, even if it wasn't a full-blown sexual intercourse.

Lev held you by your waist and you spread your legs and sat on his lap.

Yaku took out his phone and entered the meter app.

"Alright, I'll start the clock. You have 3 minutes, y/n-chan." I expect you to cum in 3 minutes. If you can't cum…"

A chill came over him from Yaku's threatening voice. This chill, which made his heart beat faster, spread from the middle of his chest to every aspect of his body.

"What if I can't cum? Yaku-san?''

"You can see for yourself. Just start!"

The moment Yaku started the timing, you started moving your hips back and forth, moving your vagina over Lev's clothed cock.

Lev's hand on her waist went down to her hips and cupped her plump hips. You couldn't deny that you enjoyed this, even if just a little. So much so that a moan came out of his lips involuntarily.

Lev closed his eyes tightly and clenched his teeth. You were extremely embarrassed to make eye contact in such an embarrassing situation.

Your eyes were just looking at the ceiling, enjoying Lev's cock that was getting erect as you rubbed it.

You decided to pick up the pace and started rocking your hips back and forth a little faster. You could feel your panties getting wetter. Your horny pussy seemed like it wanted to take two huge cocks inside of it and it was literally begging you for it.

Yaku looked at the meter in his hand.

"You're doing well, two minutes left," he said, extremely pleased with the situation he'd put you in.

If you couldn't ejaculate, you would have to accept the punishment determined by Yaku. But you seemed to agree already. You could end the night as two virgins and a virgin, losing your virginity forever.

You wanted them both to fuck you. You wanted to be squeezed into any corner of the house and have a dick in your mouth, a dick in your pussy, maybe even a dick in your ass.

Waves of pleasure were spreading mercilessly throughout your body, from your clitoris to your toes.

Movie night was about to turn into an orgy and you were about to get fucked by your two best friends

Another minute had passed and you purposely didn't want to cum. An idol was cut under Lev. All the blood in his body was collected on his face due to contraction.

You screamed as your orgasm hit you. You settled completely on Lev's lap and took a deep breath.

Yaku mocked you, looking at the meter in his hand.

“I don't believe you y/n-chan. There's still half a minute left. "How quickly you cum!"

Lev took a deep breath and released himself.

“I…um,” you said shyly, looking over your shoulder at Yaku.

''What happened? "Your face is red," Yaku replied.

"I didn't cum"

"Didn't you cum?" Are you mocking me? "Then you will accept the punishment."

Yaku put the phone down and tried to peel off his pants. But you stopped it

''Stop!''

You got off Lev's lap and took off the one piece of clothing you were wearing, leaving you in front of them in your bra and panties.

“Y/n? "What are you doing?" said Lev, who was watching you in amazement.

You looked at them both with a red face

“I want you to fuck me. That's why I didn't ejaculate on purpose. Let's all three lose our virginity tonight. Say what?''

A satisfied smile then spread across Yaku's surprised face.

"This is the punishment we will give you if you don't cum." But I see that you are ready to be punished, y/n-chan.”

Lev still hadn't gotten over the shock of the situation they were in.

''What? Really y/n-chan? "You're not kidding, are you?"

You replied, turning your head to Lev

"I'm more serious than I've ever been before. It wouldn't be fair if only you fucked me. I want Yaku to experience this pleasure too. The three of us enjoy it more together. Now…''

You turned to Yaku again and confidently stated your demands.

"You can do whatever you want to me. There are never any limitations. You can benefit from every bit of my body. "I want you to fuck me everywhere"

This sentence was enough for both of them to get their dicks up. You unclasped your bra and tossed it aside. Then, as you took off your panties, you noticed that your wetness was leaking into your panties. So much so that when you separated your panties from your pussy, you saw a prolonged wetness.

You were already ready to be fucked by two men. You couldn't remember ever being this wet and eager.

You put your hand between your legs and spread the wetness from your vagina to your clit to see how wet you were on them. You showed them your wet and sticky fingers

''I'm ready''

"If you're ready, we're ready too," said Yaku as he took off his pants.

He gave the same order to Lev.

"You undress too, Lev. "Y/n-chan will give us paradise tonight"

"Okay…I'm ready to surrender my virginity to you y/n-chan" he said and started to undress too

Now all three of you were naked. Two men were waiting around you with their cocks erect. Both of their dicks were perfectly suitable for you.

“Yes y/n. "Which one of us will you start with first?" asked Yaku.

You looked at Lev and then at Yaku. You had just had a beginning with Lev. Naturally, you wanted to get some pleasure from Yaku.

You kneeled in front of Yaku and started licking his thick and big dick like you were licking ice cream, starting from his balls.

Yaku seemed to enjoy it from the first minutes

"Good girl! That's it! Go on! You're doing great." he said and gently caressed your head.''

Lev was watching you, feeling left out and not knowing what to do.

"Don't be idle either, Lev. Do something''

"What should I do?" he asked curiously.

Yaku grabbed you by your hair and pulled your mouth away from his dick.

''Y/n-chan. "Bend over!" he commanded clearly.

You bent down on all fours and waited for what would happen. Yaku turned to Lev as he pumped his cock into you

“While I cum in your mouth, you will cum in your wet pussy. "We will change places later"

Lev nodded. You lifted your hips a little more towards Lev to gain full access to your vagina. Then you grabbed Yaku's dick and started moving your head back and forth

Since you were wet enough, it wasn't hard for Lev's dick to enter your pussy. Since it was large but thin, it did not put much strain on the vaginal walls. But you felt a pain and sting that lasted for a few seconds, similar to a pinprick feeling.

Yaku's cock covered her mouth. You couldn't shout even if you wanted to. Tears flowed from her eyes and flowed down her cheeks.

"Are you hurt, slut?" "You asked for this?" Yaku slapped you brutally.

Red fingerprints appeared on his face

"Suck it. "Take all my dick in your mouth." He grabbed your hair tightly and pressed your head hard towards himself.

Lev was the one who broke her virginity. Lev's cock was covered in your virgin blood.

"Jeez! "I never thought you'd be this willing the first time, y/n-chan."

Lev buried his dick completely in your cunt and started rocking his hips back and forth. Then you got a spank on your hips

You let out a muffled moan as you felt the spank on your bottom. In a short time, Lev and Yaku increased their speed, doubling the pleasure you had received. You were insatiable and wanted more

Lev was fucking you pretty hard. Your vaginal walls had expanded like a sewer pipe. The blood flowing from her pussy dripped onto the carpet and stained it.

The spankings you received on your face and buttocks made you more willing.

"Come on whore! Make a little more effort. I'm about to cum"

Yaku was pushing you so hard that the tip of his dick was pressing against your throat and you almost couldn't fit it in your mouth.

You were holding yourself back from gagging or vomiting. You were focusing on the pleasure you were feeling to forget about your nausea.

Lev's cock was hitting you like a whip. As he moved his hips back and forth, the sound of his hips hitting your hips could be heard.

At this rate they were going to cum in both your stomach and your pussy.

"I want to cum in your pussy," Lev said very eagerly.

At that moment, Yaku spilled all his seed into your mouth. You felt his hardening cock soften like a balloon on your tongue.

As he pulled his dick out of your mouth, you opened your palms to catch the semen flowing from the corner of your lips. You took a deep breath and gagged to vomit the cum.

Lev had also ejaculated inside you. You felt the white liquid flowing from your pussy. Lev came out and wondered if you were okay or not

''Are you ok?''

"You know how to lick, I wish you would swallow the semen I put in your mouth"

“The girl already has enough semen both in her mouth and in her womb, Yaku-san. "It doesn't need to be in her stomach."

Yaku placed a threatening look on his face

"It will be in her another side now"

You looked at both of them and parted your lips covered in semen.

"I wanna anal"

Yaku was prepared for this request, but it was something Lev didn't expect.

"Are you sure about this?"

Yaku replied without giving you a chance.

"Don't worry Lev. She's too sure. You already broke her virginity. Don't get excited about fucking her ass. "I'd rather fuck a tiny hole than fuck a used cunt."

"I'm not curious either. "I also want to cum in Y/n-chan's mouth."

You stood up and laid down on the couch. You waited to be fucked like a whore in need of cock

Yaku chuckled.

"Do you want to get your ass fucked like this, y/n-chan?"

"Put my legs on your shoulders, Yaku-san. Fuck me. "I can't be patient any longer"

Then Lev laughed at your insatiability

“Look at this, Yaku-san. She's a total whore. "A total sex queen"

"Then what are we waiting for?" We have to give this cum hungry slut what she wants.”

This time Lev moved to where your head was to fuck your mouth. Yaku spread her legs. He eyed your used wet pussy before sticking a finger in your asshole

''Unbelievable. "I wish I had fucked this horny pussy first," he said and spanked her pussy hard.

You were hurt. You didn't just moan, you screamed. But it gave you enough pleasure to want it again

"Oh Yaku-san. Once again''

"Do you want it one more time? You wanted your ass fucked. If you're doing it to avoid having your ass fucked, don't you dare. "Your ass will be fucked the same way your pussy and mouth were fucked just now."

''I want to get fucked. Fuck me! "Don't pity me!"

"God, I can't believe I'm hearing this," said Lev, grinning.

"Fill me. Do not leave an empty space. I want your cum all over me! I really need this! "Make me crazy!"

"What a babble whore" you said while Lev grabbed your head and put his dick in your mouth

Yaku kept slapping your wet pussy. You were experiencing both pain and pleasure at the same time. Having your wet pussy slapped was making you more eager.

Yaku lifted your legs while Lev fucked your mouth. He grabbed her hips and spread them apart, revealing her asshole as small as her little finger.

"I'm not going to ask you if you're ready, little slut."

He put his middle finger in your asshole and started drawing circles to get you used to it.

You were screaming muffled with Lev's dick in your mouth. It was the first time something entered her little asshole.

Yaku then added a second finger and then increased it to three.

You were screaming in pain, your body wanted even more. You accepted this from the very beginning. You would endure both pain and pleasure.

"Your asshole will be widened now honey, get ready for it" said Yaku with a grin.

On the other hand, Lev was putting his dick in and out of your mouth, leaving you breathless.

Yaku aligned the tip of his hardened cock with your asshole and pushed himself inside you.

You almost jumped out of your seat with the sudden sting you felt in your ass. Since there was no lubricant, this was going to be quite painful for you.

"Try not to scream too much, honey," he said and pushed his dick further into her ass.

You screamed and tears fell from your eyes. Lev sensed something was wrong and pulled his dick out of your mouth

"Yaku-san, you have to stop! The girl is hurting!”

As soon as Lev took his dick out of your mouth, you coughed and flatly rejected what Lev said.

"No, Lev. How long have I waited for this? "Let it come inside me"

"You heard what he said, Lev. "Go ahead," Yaku said, pointing at you with his eyes.

While Yaku made an effort to enter your asshole completely, Lev continued the work he had just done.

A dick in your mouth and a dick in your ass were literally taking you to the peak of pleasure.

Lev was going all the way down her throat, while Yaku was pushing her asshole.

You were making moans and purrs that showed you were extremely eager.

All three of you increased your speed to the fullest. Having your asshole widened felt weirder than when you lost your virginity.

Your second orgasm was approaching.

“Yaku-san? "Are you cumming?" Lev was out of breath. His face was red as if blood had rushed to his cheeks.

''I am cumming. "Let's cum together"

You also showed that you were about to come by making strange moans.

Then your orgasm hit you like a powerful bolt of lightning. The moans from all three of you, enjoying your orgasm, filled the room.

They both took their dicks out of her mouth and ass. The sofa and carpet were stained with your virgin blood. He had redness and bruises all over his body. You felt too terrible to stand up. You had a lot of fun having group sex, but at the end it looked like you were literally beaten.

You stood up, out of breath.

''This was a lot of fun. "I think we should do it again as soon as possible," Lev said.

Yaku sat next to him and held his hand

"Are you okay?" he asked you.

You nodded yes, but you felt a terrible pain below your waist.

"I hope we didn't force you too hard, y/n-chan," Lev said worriedly.

''No. On the contrary, I enjoyed it very much. "I want to do this again"

Yaku smiled and agreed

"We'll do it again. But first we need to take a shower together and then clean up. We don't want to get Lev into trouble, do we?"

"Will you take me between both of you in the shower?" you asked tiredly.

"Of course!" Lev happily agreed.

They both put their arms around your shoulders and carried you to the bathroom. The three of you showered together. You really enjoyed bathing among Lev and Yaku.

After getting dressed, you cleaned the house. You wiped the blood stains on the floor and the couch until they were gone, picked up the garbage in every corner, and folded your discarded clothes neatly again.

You had had a rough night, but the fact that all three of you lost your virginity on the same night gave it meaning and significance.

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Hey hey hey!! ~~ I came back like a fireball. I guess this was way too obscene. But i hope you enjoyed this story

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loveephia · 1 year

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"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!

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x y/n #hq x reader #hq x y/n #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #hq hcs #tooth rotting fluff #hq #haikyū!!#haikyuu nekoma #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyuu yaku #yaku x reader #yaku x you #yaku x y/n #yaku morisuke

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fushiguroll · 2 years

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HAIKYUU BOYS TEACHING YOU TO DRIVE

⇢ bokuto kotaro, miya atsumu, yaku morisuke, aone takanobu, nishinoya yu, oikawa toru

a/n: am I y/n oikawa’s? yes, absolutely. can I not tell my left from my right? yes, sometimes but I don’t want to hear about it.

ʚɞ BOKUTO Kotaro | bokuto was so excited when you asked him to teach you to drive. “really? you’re asking me and not akaashi?” “yes, bokuto, you.” immediately was ready for lessons. tried his best to explain things to you but ends up confusing you more with the weird terms he has. doesn’t call the “gearshift” gearshift, referred to it as “PRNDL”. was so nervous when you guys finally go on the road. he was very encouraging but but you see his knuckles turn white from gripping unto his seatbelt too tightly. you appreciate it but its honestly more distracting than helpful. “GOOD JOB BABY! NOW TURN LEFT!” “YES FANTASTIC! NOW TURN RIGHT!” “ko, could you please stop yelling?” “I’M NOT YELLING! YOU’RE DOING GREAT!” gave you the biggest hug afterwards. aside from the yelling, he’s a pretty good instructor. 8/10.

ʚɞ MIYA Atsumu | also very excited to teach you to drive, but unlike bokuto who genuinely excited to teach you, atsumu was using the lesson as a chance to show off his driving skills. you’ll probably drive very little because he’s too busy “demonstrating” for you. “okay, let’s switch places. I’ll show ya how to reverse.” “tsumu, you can just teach me, you don’t have to show me.” “nah, nah, princess, ya gotta see for yerself.” not that you’re complaining though because he definitely does that hand on the back of your headseat thing as he reverses and you know that’s hot. swoon. but if you want a chance at passing your driver’s test, osamu as your teacher would be a better bet. 6/10.

ʚɞ YAKU Morisuke | immediately goes into instructor mode the moment you asked him to teach you to drive. sat you down and gave you a presentation on the in and outs of traffic rules before you’re even allowed to sit in the driver’s seat. very strict and expected you to follow his directions to the t, after all, you came to him to learn right? “alright, now use the turn signal right here. make sure to check your side mirrors, once, then twice. now turn your head to check the blindspot. I SAID TURN YOUR HEAD TO SEE THE BLIND SPOTS!” “STOP YELLING AT ME!” “TURN YOUR HEAD!” apologized to you for the yelling, but it’s the same story all over again at your next lesson. however, it was all wroth it because you scored a perfect 100 on both your writing and driving test. 9.5/10 (minus .5 for the yelling).

ʚɞ AONE Takanobu | aone’s lessons were pretty nerve-wrecking not because he yelled at you, but the opposite, its the fact that he barely commented on anything. you’re not sure if you’re doing things right because he’s not saying anything but you saw the wince in his face when you accidentally sped past a speed bump. “sorry, I’m supposed to go slow right?” he nodded, slowly bringing a hand up to the handlebar. when you brake too slow and almost hit the car in front of you, aone again doesn’t say anything except, “brake faster.” a lot of uncomfortable silence because you’re both nervous about your driving. he gave you a little head pat afterwards and muttered, “good job.” he tried to avoid you the next few days so you don’t ask him to teach you again but it wasn’t like you were planning to anyways. 4/10.

ʚɞ NISHINOYA Yu | asking nishinoya to teach you to drive was both entertaining and lowkey a life hazard to everyone else on the road. he gave you a very very brief overview of the car, pointed to things and just went, “that’s the brake, that’s the gas pedal, the D is drive, the N is neutral, the R is reverse. got it? kay, let’s go!” once you’re on the road, he urged you to go faster, probably forced you to go on the highway on the first day. crazy man will even roll down the window and scream at passing cars, “FIRST TIME DRIVER WHOOP WHOOP!” when you’re more comfortable, he tried to convince you to reenact some fast and furious scene. by the end of it, you thanked God for guiding both of you back safely and in one piece. y Instructor Nishinoya is a fun time guaranteed and you will learn how to drive with the small risk of potentially losing your life. 6/10 (minus 4 points for being an irresponsible instructor).

ʚɞ OIKAWA Toru | was so pleased you came to him for driving lessons, he’s always thought himself a superior driver. If only he knew the sole reason you came to him was because Iwaizumi, Mattsun and Makki were all busy. Anyhow, in the beginning, Oikawa was very patient and kind, full of encouragements and praises for you. but the longer you drive and the more times you couldn’t distinguish between your left from your right, the more he wanted to tear his hair out. tried his best to stay patient but you could tell he’s losing his mind the higher pitched his voice got. “Okay, that’s it. now go left. no y/n, that’s your right signal. I said left. That’s the side you don’t write with. LEFT! GO LEFT!” he cut the lesson short with some lame excuse about needing to use the restroom. texted Iwaizumi afterwards, “I’m never taking y/n out to drive again. It’s your turn.” hey, at least you tried your best. 5/10.

reblogs are wildly appreciated <3

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#—edited&approved #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #bokuto x reader #atsumu x reader #Yaku x reader #one x reader #Nishinoya x reader #oikawa x reader #bokuto kotaro #miya atsumu #Yaku morisuke #aone takanobu #nishinoya yu #oikawa toru

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lumiinix · 1 year

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Y’all I need to say this but Yaku would be a fucking gentleman. He just wants to show that he’s the man ok? Opening doors for you, pulling a chair out for you to sit, giving you his coat/jacket if you’re cold (even though they may be small for you), he’ll do all of these for you and if anyone had a problem with it? He’s definitely gonna kick their asses.

#lumi:post!#he needs more attention tbh #hq #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x male reader #yaku morisuke #yaku x you #yaku x reader #yaku x male reader #yaku fluff #yaku headcanons

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grr4wr · 11 months

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friendly reminder that kuroo tetsuro and yaku morisuke are classmates. they’re the third year in class 5.

just imagine them bickering in class about math where kuroo got the answer 10.75 while yaku got 10.73, chaotic.

#them being classmate is canon btw #yaku morisuke #kuroo tetsurō #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu!!#kuroo headcanons #haikyuu fluff #kuroo #anime #haikyuu

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nope-i-dont-think-i-will · 2 years

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"Kisses. Now. "

Morisuke Yaku x Gn! Reader.

Established relationship, clingy! Yaku

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Morisuke Yaku always thought he was the type to never get desperate, never resort to straight up begging for affection.

That was until he met you.

You were stunning, you had that inflection to your voice that made his head spin, a smile that he swore rivaled the sun, and fluffy hair that made him want to run his hands through it. You were exactly his type, no matter if you were/were not his type before he had layed eyes and ears on you.

Morisuke was a blushing mess when he asked you out, bowing and handing you a little note that he may or may not have forced both Lev and Kenma to read over multiple times before he had ever even dared to give it to you.

And now he had you, he had that love and affection he didnt know he needed. You would always curl up with him when you both needed it, you would kiss him on the cheek before he went onto the court for games, always grinning and cheering for him at every single game: even managing to convince the coach to let you go to the training camps with him. (Not that it was hard, because it was so clear that he was both better and nicer with you there. ) He began to grow used to the amount of love you gave him.

So when you had fallen sick, and avoided him for two whole weeks, he had gotten a bit antsy and upset. He already missed your affection and it had only been two weeks. He had tried to convince you a few times to let him come over and take care of you, but you said no and he wanted to respect your boundaries.

But now you were back, and he wanted his affection.

"Babe. " he poked you on the cheek with a half smile, you were sitting with him on the sidelines of a meeting Kuroo had called to basically "berate" Lev into actually paying attention.

"Yeah?" You tilted your head in the most adorable way he had ever seen.

"Kisses. Now. " he poked you again as you laughed.

"Its only been two weeks. " you giggled, and he felt his face heat up a little.

"Two weeks too long. Kisses. Now. " he pouted, and you moved forward to kiss his nose.

"Okay. Any more requests prince charming?" You smirked, chuckling at his neediness.

He wouldnt be like this for anyone else, but for you.. he was willing to be a little clingy bastard.

"Yes. Hold me. Cuddle with me. Kiss me some more, I havent gotten enough. I have a ton of requests baby. " he smirked back with a little bit of a chuckle of his own.

"Geez, well arent you a charmer?" You pressed another kiss to his face, his cheek. He was kind of grateful you both were hidden behind the taller players on the team.

"Nope. But you love me anyway. " he grinned.

"..that I do. " you nodded, taking initiative to hug yourself to him, he gratefully wrapped his arm around you, your head laying on his shoulder.

"I love you too baby. " he muttered, kissing your forehead from where it layed on his shoulder.

Throughout the entire meeting he occasionally took initiative to take more affection, cling to you a little more, hug you a little closer.

He could admit it now, even though he thought he never would.

He was clingy.

But only for you.

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#haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcannons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #hq drabbles #hq hcs #aesthetic #yaku morisuke #morisuke yaku x reader #yaku x reader #yaku x you #yaku x y/n #yaku #yaku haikyuu #haikyuu yaku morisuke

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kissagii · 2 years

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𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕...

there were certain parts of your relationship that they never saw coming but came to adore.

yaku, iwaizumi, sakusa, and tsukishima x male!reader (separately)

she/her, she/they, fem readers dni

yaku never expected to fall in love with someone so much taller than him, let alone someone that teased him about it as much as you do. he always thought that his partner would be the one stealing hoodies, but instead he was taking yours, and though they were far too big for him, the scent was comforting.

iwaizumi never expected to date an opponent. even the thought of being attracted to a guy from a different school's volleyball team felt like heresy. but still he found himself flustered by the smiles you'd shoot him through the net, then tracking you down in the hallway after the game to get your number, then chatting with you in a local cafe and hoping desperately that you want to meet with him again.

sakusa never expected to be such a fan of physical touch. after all, it was so unsanitary. but after working up the confidence to hold your well-sanitized hand once, he was hooked. one tentative hug led to another and another. cuddles went from once in a blue moon to a daily affair. and though a part of his mind always protested getting so close to another person, he can't help but admit that he loves it.

tsukishima never expected to be so happy when you showed up to his games. sure, it would be nice, but a missed game or two wouldn't be that big of a deal - or so he thought. but now he finds himself scanning the crowd at every single game, heart swelling when he sees you there in his spare jersey, broad grin on your face. and when you can't show up? he can never seem to play as well, and though he curses himself for it, it's because he misses your smile.

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kozumebunny · 2 years

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Nekoma + Inarizaki in the Maid dress

Kuroo Tetsuro would wear the maid dress for you in a heartbeat. Have you seen this man? He is a being of chaos. If anything he would also expect you to wear a full on suit type of thing so he can really get into calling you master. Don't be fooled though, he is still a dork telling you science puns and facts as a way to flirt with you. He would wear one of the classic maid dresses where it has the puffy sleeves, petticoats underneath and doesn't show a lot of skin, but has the distinct silhouette. has the apron that layers over it with the tie back, and even has the frilly headband to go with it. (Yeah, he may or may not wear the cat ears for you too.)

Yaku Morisuke would rather see you in the maid dress, but he would never tell you no! He lives for spoiling you rotten. It's his love language to treat you like a princess, so him wearing the maid dress isn't totally out of the blue is it? Wears one of the hyper feminine frilly cutesy lolita style ones. He probably would also wear thigh high stockings, I don't think he would wear the frilly bracelet things or a necklace. Yaku cares a lot about comfort and those things don't speak to peak comfort for him. Would only wear it around the house for you, but that doesn't mean he fully plays into the maid/master dynamic with you. He would do things for you still if you ask him nicely, but demands is where you're starting to push it.

Kozume Kenma would say no initially. Just because he could crossdress and pull it off doesn't mean he will. If you wear it for him he doesn't really care? he thinks you look nice but will not lean into the maid/master dynamic. Would wear it for you as a casual thing. Won't make anything you tell/ask him to, it's just another piece of clothing to him. Wears a really simple comfortable one, probably Long sleeve. Not that feminine of a dress and doesn't wear petticoats. wears thigh highs because he thinks they're comfortable.

Taketora Yamamoto would absolutely wear it. Unironically tells you things like "step on him". He may even bark at you. He would just show up to practice with it and then start barking at you. This is what you signed up for, deal with it. He also may or may not be hoping that him wearing the maid dress for you will result in you wearing the maid dress for him. Not really a maid/master dynamic present, does it as a haha funny, and wants you to wear it because he thinks you'd be cute in one.

Haiba Lev wears it because Kuroo convinces him. Wears it to practice even. He just wants to do something nice for you. No maid/master dynamic because he most likely doesn't understand it to begin with.

Kita Shinsuke wouldn't wear it. Wouldn't really care for you to wear it for him either. He wouldn't be opposed to you wearing an apron and nothing else though. No maid/master dynamic, it's more of just the average we live together domestic dynamic.

Aran Ojiro would probably wear it. It depends on a lot of things like, how comfortable he is with you and in what way he would wear it. Probably a really wholesome maid master dynamic, he thinks you'd be adorable in a maid dress. Would say please and thank you when asking you to get things. He thinks its just a fun item for you to wear, not exactly a whole sexual encounter.

Miya Atsumu would ask you to wear it all the time. It's borderline annoying. "Don't you want to be my good girl??" It's insanely sexual for him and he gets off to the maid master dynamic. He lives for the idea of pure obedience. Is the type of asshole to definitely bring it up during locker room talk. Wouldn't wear the maid dress for you.

Miya Osamu would casually show you a photo of a maid dress and just ask you if you'd wear it. If you do, he will buy it for you to wear. Thinks it's a cute matching outfit idea for you both to just wear a maid dress then stay at home cooking and watching a movie. Maybe a very light maid master dynamic, he likes having you as his partner in crime, not as a maid.

Suna Rintaro would just throw the fucking maid dress at you. You're hanging out at his place, he says here and then tosses it to you. He likes the maid master dynamic. Uses it very often. Would not wear the maid dress for you unless you really wear him down. He's a stubborn ass, he won't wear it but will bug you to wear it.

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imagineanime2022 · 2 years

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Cuddles With Nekoma

Tetsuro Kuroo X Reader, Morisuke Yaku X Reader, Taketora Yamamoto X Reader, Kozume Kenma X Reader, Lev Haiba X Reader

Summary: Boys figuring out that you want cuddles but don’t want to bother them.

Notes: I’ve tried to keep this as gender neutral as possible and added the option of both pronouns where they are mentioned so I hope that helps people.

Requested By: @your-next-daydream

Tetsuro Kuroo

🧪 Kuroo worked long hours, came home and then worked more. You brought dinner to his office and made sure to remind him to rest properly. 🧪 There were points in the year when even you understood that he couldn’t come away from his work and those were the hardest times for you, those were the times when you tried to occupy yourself until he was done or you fell asleep. 🧪 You were struggling today though, you really just wanted to cuddle with him but you didn’t want to bother him while you were working. 🧪 Kuroo wasn’t stupid though and he noticed something was up the moment that he noticed the lack of noise outside his office.

You finally decided that you were going to get Kuroo some coffee before trying to go to sleep since there was nothing else that you could do. You knocked on the door softly and your heard Kuroo called for you to come in , you walked over, putting the coffee on his desk and picking up the empty mug. “Hey Kitten, what's going on?” He asked as he caught your wrist before you could walk away from him. “Nothing.” You answered softly, attempting to smile and pull yourself away from him so that he could get back to work. “Not buying it.” He said softly, taking the nemoty cup from you and then pulling you closer. “What’s going on?” “You're working, we can talk later…” You answered. “No, we can talk now.” He answered, turning your chair so that he had you between his legs. “Tetsu it’s nothing.” You said softly. “It’s bothering you.” He reached up to run his thumb over your cheek. “Really it’s nothing, I just…” “Mmm.” He hummed “I just want to cuddle.” You answered. “Oh yeah?” He asked, pulling you until you straddled his waist. “Why didn’t you just ask Kitten?” “I don't want to bother you.” You answered resting your head on his shoulder and he turned the chair back so that he was facing his work. “You relax, let me just finish this and then we can go to bed okay?” He asked. “Hmm.” You hummed and he smiled wrapping his left arm around you waist as his right reached out to finish signing the last few documents so that he could get you comfortably in bed.

Morisuke Yaku

🌄 Yaku was based in Japan and Russia and at the moment you were in Russia and it was freezing, you had struggled with the temperature since moving out there and today was no better. 🌄 Yaku had been out training all day, so you were left alone trying to warm yourself up, you had jumpers, fluffy socks and even a blanket wrapped around you but nothing seemed to be working. 🌄 Yaku came through the door at around 7:00pm and saw you on the sofa he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cheek before going up to take a shower. 🌄 Yaku wasn’t always an affectionate person so asking his to cuddle with you was rare but little did you know if you asked he’d do it more often.

Yaku always scoff when you talked about anything affectionate and you would always laugh off his reaction with a kiss on the cheek so it didn’t surprise you that after he could out of the shower he sat on the opposite side of the sofa, you sighed and got up to look for a blanket, you really wanted to cuddle up to him but there was a very real possibility of rejection and you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

Yaku looked at you as you stood up, he watched you walk into the kitchen and then come back out, walking into the bedroom “hey babe what are you doing?” He called as he looked over the back of the sofa in time to see you come out of the bedroom with one of the throw blankets. “I was just looking for a blanket.” You answered as you walked back over the sofa. “Are you cold?” He asked. “Mmm.” You hummed and he frowned. “Come here.” He said opening his arms though he wasn’t looking at you, you could see the light blush on his cheeks. You shuffled over and when you were close enough he pulled you over, moving you both around until you were comfortable and then he slipped his hands underneath the blanket “your freezing.” He pulled you closer, taking the large blanket and wrapping it around the both of you and keeping you cased in his arms. “Are you sure this okay, I-” “Of course it’s okay, you should have said something when I came in…” He mumbled burying his face in your neck. “I didn’t think that you liked cuddling.” You mumbled “whenever I mentioned it before you always scoffed and waved me off.” “You weren’t serious then.” He answered “I always want to have you close. All you have to do is ask.” “I’ll ask next time, I promise.” You snuggled closer to him as he looked for something to watch.

Taketora Yamamoto

❤ You would very rarely see Yamamoto just sitting around doing nothing, if he wasn’t training then he’d be at the gym ❤ You felt bad asking him to stop doing something that he loved for a day to hang out and cuddle with you. ❤ He’s pretty dense so it took a long time for him to realize and a little push from Tanaka who he’d sometimes see at the gym. ❤ Once it is pointed out to him he’s sure to make sure that it never happens again because as we all know he’s dramatic about his failures.

“What are you doing here again!?” Tanaka yelled as he appeared behind Yamamoto. “Working out, what’s wrong with you dude?” Yamamoto asked. “I mean if you were here yesterday and the day before and you said that your training starts again tomorrow, when are you actually spending time with (Y/N)?” Tanaka asked, Yamamoto looked at him and frowned. “What are you talking about, we eat together.” He shrugged. “S/He hasn’t said that she wants anything else.” “And s/he won’t.” Tanaka flicked his head. “Go home.”

Yamamoto walked through the door, he honestly thought that Tanaka was being dramatic until he walked into the living room to see you cuddling a teddy that he had bought you on one of your first dates, he dropped his bag on the floor bending down you expected him to give you a kiss but instead he wrapped his arms around you lifting you easily and then turning you both so that he was laying on the sofa and you were straddling his waist. “You're back early.” You mumbled burying your face in his neck, letting out a hum of content. “God I’m an idiot.” He said just above a whisper, you pulled back slightly to look at his face. “What are you talking about?” You asked. “Tanaka pointed something out to me, I’m sorry baby.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “You haven’t done anything wrong.” You said as you sat up properly now. “I’ve barely been spending any time with you.” He answered. “Oh don’t worry about that, your training is important.” You answered, dropping your head back onto his chest. “I never said anything because you enjoy what you're doing so please don’t apologize.” “Things will be different but promise, you’ll ask me if you want me to stay home or need me to help you.” He pleaded and you nodded. “I promise.” You answered, nestling closer to him as he wrapped arms around you again.

Kozume Kenma

🎮 Kenma was doing a 24 hour stream for charity and for the most part that was fine, his fans knew about you so you would come in and out of the room as quietly as you could to give him food or grab something that you left in there. 🎮 Unfortunately Kenma was always there when you fell asleep even if he wasn’t ready to go to bed yet. 🎮 Tonight however he wasn’t going to be with you, you tried to go to sleep on your own but that didn’t work you just spent an hour tossing and turning. 🎮 Eventually you got up and walked towards the streaming room and opened the door quietly making your way over to a chair in the corner of the room outside of the view of the camera.

Kenma watched you settle on the chair with a blanket wrapped around you, you looked tired which confused him even more. “One second guys.” He said softly as he took off his head phones and walked out of view. “What are you doing Pudding?” He asked. “Sitting.” You mumbled. “You look tired.” He said crouching in front of you holding your chin so that you keep eye contact with him. “I can’t sleep.” You admitted. “Any reason for that?” He asked. “Can’t sleep without you.” You answered. “Aww Bub.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead “I’ll be right back.” Kenma walked over to his desk and leaned over to the microphone he started talking, you couldn’t hear what he was saying, he put his thumbs up at the screen before walking over and picking you up. “What are you doing?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “You can sit with me.” He said softly, he settled in his gaming chair and placed your feet over the arm of the gaming chair, you were still wrapped in the blanket so he guided you to rest against his chest. “What about the stream?” You asked. “They all wanted to see you, it’s been a while since you’ve been on stream and I can still play with you like this.” He promised, you smiled and pressed a kiss to his cheek before turning to the chat, reading a few greetings to you and waving at the camera in acknowledgement. “See they missed you.” It only took about 30 minutes for you to actually fall asleep but Kenma didn’t mind. Instead he tried to make sure that you couldn’t wake up with neck or back pain as he continued with the stream.

Lev Haiba

📸 You and Lev had been together for a long time now but his publicity team thought that it was a good idea to keep it a secret, after all Lev was popular because he was good looking and he becomes less desirable if they find out that he is dating someone. 📸 You honestly don’t know how no one has found his personal social media accounts where all of his old school friends are spammed with pictures of you all the time. Lev was a pretty clingy guy. It's a miracle that it’s lasted as long as it has. 📸 Lev was getting sick of the set up though, he spoke to you to make sure you were okay with his choice to go public then even voiced his thoughts to his manager, who seemed to understand. 📸 The perfect time came when it was decided that he was going to have a special filmed at home, the first time that they pitched the idea they said that you’d be a roommate but Lev had other plans.

You’d been avoiding Lev and the cameras for the most part, you knew that they’d edit most interaction with you out but you preferred to just stay away from them altogether, you were in the kitchen cooking, in all honesty you trying distract yourself from the fact that you couldn’t even walk around your own house freely, maybe you should just go stay with a friend until the filming was done. All you wanted was to cuddle with Lev but with the camera everything you didn’t even know if it was worth asking, before you even knew it tears were running down your cheeks and usually you’d go to Lev at a time like this but that was out of the question. You didn’t hear Lev walk into the kitchen until he wrapped his arms around you “Baby what’s going on?” He asked his large figure crowding you against the counter and making you feel safe again. “Nothing Lev, you have a show to film you should get back to it.” You wiped at your face aggressively as you tried to go back to cooking. “No they're gone for the day, we've got plenty of time.” He said softly. “What’s going on?” “It’s nothing just getting used to the set up.” You explained “miss you that’s all.” “Why don’t you come sit with me, you love watching me play games with Kenma.” Lev said softly “he even asked where you were.” “I can’t do that…” You answered. “Why?” He asked. “Because I’ll mess up the show.” You mumbled. “My love, you could never mess up the show.” He said softly, he turned you around so that you were facing him “is that why you’ve been avoiding me and the cameras?” “Mhm.” You hummed, he sighed as he lifted you onto one of the clean work surfaces so that you had no choice to look at his face. “This is supposed to be for both of us, you remember I asked you a few weeks ago about making everything public?” He asked. “Yeah…” You nodded. “We’re going to do it with this show.” He explained his hands on either side of you caged you in comfortably “so you want to come cuddle with me and watch a movie? We’ll cook later.” “Are you sure?” You asked. “Super sure, you know what?” He asked. “Wha-” You were cut off by him pressing a kiss to your cheek and snapping a picture, he smiled at the shocked look on your face both in the picture and in front of him, he quickly opened his Instagram and quickly uploaded the picture with a small caption ‘Hope your all ready to say hello to my lovely girlfriend on the upcoming day in life of me!!’ he pressed the post button before you could stop him and then picked you up taking you back to the living room, he flopped onto the sofa, he felt you moving slightly. “Now what movie to you want to watch?” He asked. “Doesn’t matter.” You mumbled pushing yourself closer to him, he smiled softly, pressed a kiss to the top of your head, he put on your favorite movie before settling down with you, he was determined not to let a misunderstanding like that happen again.

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