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Miya Atsumu x Reader

ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴍᴏᴜꜱ ᴍꜱʙʏ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴊᴀᴄᴋᴀʟꜱ ꜱᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ, ᴍɪʏᴀ ᴀᴛꜱᴜᴍᴜ, ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜱɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏᴍɪɴᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴏʜ ꜱᴏ ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴏɴ.

ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ: ʜᴀɪᴋʏᴜᴜ

ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ ʟɪɴᴋ: ʟɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴍᴏɴ || ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ

ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱᴋɪᴘ | ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴀɴᴛ | ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ʟᴇᴍᴏɴ

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As a setter, Miya Atsumu knows he is always in control. He had been a setter since grade school and perhaps that’s why he grew up believing that even outside the court, he can be in control of things.

He had been in control of almost everything in his life, especially when it comes to his not so really private sex life, he had always taken the rein. At least not until now.

It was one of his usual night after a good match at the V. League, he would go to his favorite club in Shinjuku, reward himself with some high-end liquor and casual sex afterwards. But recently he started to feel somewhat bored, growing uninterested. It was never a problem for the famous V. League setter to get women, but that night, he only had one particular woman in his mind.

You, whom Atsumu recently saw during the match earlier that day. You who exceptionally stood out from the crowd of people in the front seat, with your striking sharp slanted vixen-like eyes, rouge lips and tight obsidian black dress that accentuate your already distinct appearance. 

And when Atsumu thought he wouldn’t see you again after the match, here you are, sitting next to him on the stool in the bar island with a glass of vodka. Unlike earlier, you’re now wearing a vermilion one-sleeve dress and your hair tied in a messy bun with strands falling on the side of your face that Atsumu was so tempted to brush behind your ears.

“Isn’t it rude?” you asked, talking for the first time as you turned to Atsumu. “To just stare,”

Atsumu chuckled, averting his gaze instinctively but staring back at you almost instantly. “Then how about we talk?”

You raise an eyebrow and turn completely to him, one leg on top of the other, inviting a start of a conversation with him.

“I’ve seen you earlier during the match,” Atsumu said. “I thought you were there to watch your boyfriend. Turns out, I was wrong?”

“I don’t have a boyfriend, Mr. No. 13.” you took a sip of your vodka, relishing the taste of liquor as it passed down your throat, aware that the guy sitting beside you moved a bit closer before you put your glass down.

“You remembered my jersey number but not my name,” he said, moving closer to you and you didn’t show any sign of pushing him away as you put your elbow on the island and prop your chin on your knuckles.

“Miya,” you said before he moved close to your ear.

“It’s Atsumu for you, vixen.” 

You felt his warm breath tickle your ear and you put your arm on his shoulder, your hand at the back of his head as he leaned down, his lips touching your bare shoulder.

“Atsumu,” you whispered his name and as if the mere mention of it was a spell, you felt Atsumu moved his lips to your neck and luxuriated in your expensive perfume while you leaned your head back, giving him more access to your neck. “It’s not vixen, it’s Y/n for you.”

“Y/n,” he muttered, moving his head and leaning back to look at you.

Now that he’s closer, he can see just how sharp your eyes were, and how he realizes he prefers women who look feisty than sweet.

“Tell me, Atsumu,” you started, arm still propped on his shoulder. “When was the last time you hooked up with someone?”

“It was after the match against Adlers, two months ago.”

“Two months ago?” you asked along with a light chuckle but oddly enough Atsumu didn’t find it offensive, if anything he found it quite sexy. “You haven’t been inside someone for two months? Don’t you think you gotta put that third leg of yours to work or it might end up being useless plumbing hanging between your thighs.”

“What about you, huh? When was the last time someone was inside you?”

You leaned back, putting your hand on his shoulder. “Longer than the last time you hooked up with someone.” Atsumu genuinely looked surprised. But before he could say anything, you continued, changing the topic. “I heard you’re a setter. Don’t setters have some, y’know, control issues?”

“I wouldn’t go so far as to word it like that, but yeah, I do prefer being in control as a setter.”

You pushed yourself back and Atsumu furrowed his brows. Usually when he hooks up with women, they would always look interested in him being a setter, in him being in control. But just about now you looked uninterested. 

“Then we’re not compatible.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well I’m a woman who likes dominating more than being dominated,” you said, downing the remaining vodka in your glass before opening your purse and putting cash on the counter. “Both in bed and in life.”

You pushed yourself up and stood, hand brushing on Atsumu’s shoulder as you leaned next to his ear. “And that’s what makes us incompatible, Mr. No. 13.”

But just as you lowered your hand and took a step, you felt his hand around your wrist and Atsumu stood up after putting cash on the counter as well. He stood in front of you, moving closer. He couldn’t find himself getting tired of looking at your feisty vixen-like eyes, he could stare at it for hours. 

“I wouldn’t mind,” he started, moving closer. “For tonight, I wouldn’t mind being dominated, only if it’s you.”

And perhaps it was the reason why Atsumu had grown uninterested in the women he hooked up with. All of them had one thing in common. They have always shown pleasure when they’re underneath a dominant alpha male. And Atsumu had grown tired of that system, where men had to be on top and women had to submit to them.

That night, he found himself being underneath, not being in control, for the first time in his life.

“Your place, or mine?” Atsumu asked once you’re in his car and he had started the ignition.

“How about neither?” Atsumu looked at you. “Let’s go to a hotel, I’ll pay.”

Even in choosing which hotel, you were the one in control. And once you two are in the suite, barely in the hallway, you two were at it. Lips crashing with each other, tongues inside each other’s mouths and the sound of heavy breathing and moans broke the silence of the place. At some point you managed to get in bed with clothes thrown haphazardly on the floor on the way.

Until you were only in your pair of black Victoria’s Secret underwear, a strapless push-up bra that made those assets of yours appear bigger than they are, not that the size of your tiddies ever mattered to you. But it somehow does to Atsumu as it was the first thing he groped when you were straddling his waist.

Not a few seconds later though, you took his hands and held them above his head. “If you want to play with these knockers, I’ll tell you when you can play with ‘em.”

Atsumu didn’t try to move his hands, but he guessed that if he does, he will still have somewhat of a hard time getting away from your grip, you had quite a firm grip and for some odd reason, he liked the thought of you manhandling him, not that you weren’t already straddling him with your hands holding his arms in place above his head. 

You leaned down and sealed his lips with yours, the kiss turned rougher almost instantly and you can feel him growing under you, his dick bulging in his trunks. You nibbled on his lower lip and bit it before leaning back from the kiss, your rouge lipstick staining his lips and you lowered one of your hands to brush the red paint on the side before your hand slowly traveled down.

Your fingers drawing invisible patterns down his chest, his toned stomach and finally down his trunks where you took his bulging dick out and looked down.

“A few kisses and you already had a boner? You’re a healthy athlete, alright,” you said, holding the shaft, feeling it throb under your palm as you moved down, letting go of his wrists completely.

You saw pre-cum trickling down as you put your thumb on the tip and Atsumu involuntarily grunted. You rubbed circles on the tip, more pre-cum leaking out. You leaned down and let your tongue out, licking the shaft upwards before you leaned back to see how much he’s dripping pre-cum now.

“Ah, ah,” you said, looking up at Atsumu, making your eyes more slanted than they were. “You’re not allowed to cum until I say so. Hold it in.”

“Holding it in…” he muttered, adjusting himself. “Isn’t exactly good. And it’s hard to hold it in when you press it like that.”

Your thumb pressed more on the tip and Atsumu’s head fell back, his Adam's apple bulging in his throat as he gulped down. You took a condom in your purse, in case he doesn’t have one and you don’t remember where his pants were on the floor. 

“I don’t like it squirting on my face, I don’t like swallowing it either, so hold it in for a second,” you said, putting the rubber in his length before moving up as you unhook your bra and letting it fall on his stomach, then you moved to take off your underwear before lining your entrance on his throbbing cock.

Slowly, you lowered yourself down, your walls opening up to his length as you felt your own pre-cum acting as lubricant to thrust it in easier. It didn’t take long until you had all of him inside you and Atsumu’s hands held your waist. 

You started to move your hips, bouncing on him as you held his hands. Your hair had fallen down your shoulders, your heartbeat increasing its pace as did your movements. The sound of skin slapping against skin and your moans filled the room.

“Ah, fuck it!” Atsumu grunted, the pleasure building up in his system like it never had before. “I’m about to cu–”

“Not yet,” you said, leaning down. 

“Not when your pussy’s squeezing my dick. I’m seriously about to lose it.”

You felt his hands grab your bum, his nails digging on the soft skin as you continued to bounce on him. His length throb inside you and you felt your walls tightening and getting more slippery as you felt it building inside you. You took his hand from your back and held it up to your bust as Atsumu fondled it, only adding to the amount of pleasure in you.

When you felt yourself about to go over the edge, you felt Atsumu quickened his pace and with one last thrust he pulled out as you finally succumbed to a much needed release. You felt your insides tingling, your thighs trembling from riding him and your heartbeat quickening. But Atsumu felt twice as much as what you’re feeling as he lay on his back.

“How did it feel, not being in control?” you asked, leaning down as your chest touched his. 

“It felt so goddamn good I want to do it all over again.”

And you did, finding out he does get hard quite easily. You thought you’d forgotten how good sex is when you’re the one in control, and with Atsumu, you finally remembered how much of an ecstasy it brought you. The sound of skin slapping against skin, the sweet sound of both your names being moaned by each other, and the scent of expensive perfume and sex mixing in the air, it was a long night filled with pleasure and euphoria. 

And in the end you had one thought in mind, as you straddled him, with you on top and him underneath. But in one swift motion Atsumu sat up and held you closer as you fell on his shoulder. 

“Ah, fuck patriarchy,” you muttered, feeling his hand on your bare back.

“And I wouldn’t mind being fucked and dominated by a woman,” he said and you leaned back to look at him. “Only if that woman is you.”

It was the night the famous MSBY Black Jackals setter, Miya Atsumu, found himself in a situation where he is not the one in control for the very first time in his life and how he realized your dominance was oh so turning him on.

APPLE PIE (k. kozume)

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You know he’s a picky eater.

You have always noticed back in high school how Kenma would ignore his lunch and play with his videogame, and more often than not Kuroo would take away his games just so Kenma could eat his food.  Even after years Kenma hasn’t changed, you thought. He has a small appetite, he always says he’s full even though he only ate half of the food on his plate. 

“Hey,” you said, causing Kenma to look up from his phone when you spoke. “Don’t take so much after your daddy, alright?”

Kenma realized you weren’t talking to him, but rather you’re talking about him while you were looking down on your stomach, rubbing the baby bump that’s starting to get noticeable now even though you’re wearing a pullover sweater, that you took in Kenma’s closet since you always complained about being cold even though it’s not even winter yet.

“Don’t be a picky eater like him.”

“I’m not,” Kenma said, making you flicker your eyes up to him before you swing your legs off the couch and sit up.

“Yes you are.”

“No, I’m not,” he repeated.

Knowing how futile it is to argue, you didn’t say anything as you stood up and headed to the kitchen. The doctor said after the first trimester, your morning sickness should subside, but for some reason yours haven’t even though you’re past that point. 

And morning sickness became your least favorite thing in this whole pregnancy process, especially when you’re always craving to eat something and then throwing them out not a few seconds later.

You opened the fridge and searched for any food that would have your baby’s approval, but no matter how much food is in there, you can’t find anything that seems to suit your baby’s palate. You were about to close the fridge when you spotted a box of brownies and took it. 

“They look appetizing enough,” you muttered, taking a bite, but just as you started chewing the chocolate treat, you started to feel your stomach lurch as though you’re chewing rubber and you put the box down on the kitchen island. 

“Oh no, not again,” you said, throwing the food from your mouth in the sink and gulping down water.

The same night, as you toss and turn on the bed, you woke up suddenly craving something. It was very specific that you had to shake Kenma awake.

“Too early,” he muttered groggily as he turned to you, barely opening his eyes.

“I want apple pie.”

Kenma finally opened his eyes, albeit only half-lidded and stared at you, a look that clearly states an ‘are you kidding me’ before he lay back down on the bed while mumbling. “You can have a whole box tomorrow.”

“No, I want it now,” you said, shaking him again. “I’ve never wanted anything so bad my whole life than eating an apple pie tonight.”

Kenma turned to you, eyes now open as he looked at you. “You’ve never wanted anything so bad your whole life other than an apple pie?” he asked. “So you don’t want me? I’m hurt,” he said dryly, lying on his back with a hand on his chest.

After a few seconds of silence, Kenma felt the bed shift and when he opened his eyes again he saw you climbing down the bed.

“Fine,” you muttered with a huff. “If my husband isn’t going to get me an apple pie, I’ll go get it myself.”

Kenma thought you were just saying that, but when he saw you taking a jacket out and a purse from the closet, Kenma knew you were being serious. An apple pie in the middle of the night? Kenma sat up and climbed down the bed, walking up to you.

“You can’t go outside on your own.”

“But you’re not going to go out either,” you argued.

“Do you really want to have it right now?” he asked and you nodded. Kenma let out an inaudible sigh and took the jacket and purse from your hand. “Alright, I’ll get it, just wait here.”

You waited in the living room while Kenma went out, and after a while he came back with a box of apple pie while still with his phone. You happily ate and almost finished the entire box and Kenma is still holding his phone, excusing himself when someone called and coming back after a moment to see that you had fallen asleep.

The very next morning you woke up and recalled the things that occurred last night and the first thing you told Kenma was that you’re sorry.

“Sorry? For what?” he asked over breakfast.

“For being so stubborn and telling you to get apple pie even though it’s in the middle of the night.”

“It’s not something you should apologize for. You can have as many apple pies in the middle of the night as you want now.”

You furrowed your brows, looking at Kenma. “What do you mean?”

Kenma looked at his phone before he nodded in satisfaction and then looked at you. 

“No, you didn’t,” you said even before he could say anything. Because you somehow knew what he just did. “No, you did not,” you repeated, this time shaking your head.

“I may have or may have not purchased the whole store selling apple pie.”

“No,”

“Yes,” Kenma said, standing up. “I may have.”

He did.

He did purchase a whole store, you had to remind yourself for the rest of the day. Just because you had a midnight craving, he ended up purchasing a whole store that sells your midnight craving. Now you’re actually cautious about asking him what you want to eat for dinner, or he might buy a whole fast food franchise. 

Kenma, on the other hand, thought you might be mad at him for such an irrational decision, spending money on something like that. 

“Do you know why I want to earn more money?” he suddenly asked while you two were in the living room after dinner, eating dessert while watching a rerun of a TV show.

“Because money is an essential thing. And something that we shouldn’t spend on a whim,” you said, adding the last part as you looked at Kenma. 

There’s a moment of silence between the two of you until he spoke, cupping your face, his forehead pressed on your forehead.

“Because I want to give you everything that money can buy.”

“Now you sound like you married a gold-digger,” you said with a chuckle and Kenma leaned back.

“But I didn’t,” he said. “I’m still learning between giving you everything that money can buy and everything else that money can’t buy.”

“You’re doing just fine,” you assured him, taking his hands and pulling it down as you held them, intertwining your fingers. “Though I still think you overdid it by actually purchasing that store.”

“Not my fault,” he said, a hint of playful smile playing along his lips before his eyes flickered down. “The kid took so much after me, picky eater.”

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*incoming call unknown number*

Kuroo: I don't know who you are, but I will find you and I will ki–

Kenma: Kuro, it's me, Kenma.

Todoroki x Reader

An excerpt from my Todoroki fanfic made as a one-shot inspired by the song ‘glow’ by Nano.

The ice-cold raindrops falling from the sky They try to melt away all my broken scars The shining afterglow gently caught my eyes With someone's smiling face hidden deep inside

Written in Todoroki’s POV

Todoroki’s POV

Never in my entire life did I compliment someone as much as I did to her. I've called her beautiful once. And now, the same word was ready to slip from my mouth but before I could say it, she run outside.

Maybe I know what she meant by  saying she wanted to experience the joy of childhood. At some point, we were bound by our parents’ rules and their expectations. So I could totally relate to her when she said she wanted to experience such thing. Even I wanted too. But I'm not as brave as her.

I followed her outside. What I saw almost made my heart skipped. I didn't know I was capable of feeling such thing. 

She is not the most joyful of person. 

The first time I saw her, she seems cold and gloomy. But perhaps those traits are what draw me to her. 

She's different from anyone. She is unlike the girl Midoriya was always with, Uraraka, who always has a bright smile plastered on her face. Or unlike Yaoyorozu who is intellectual but doesn't have enough confidence in herself. Hoshiko is something else. Something I couldn't describe for now.

In front of me, is a girl with a carefree attitude. Dancing in circles and hopping on paddles of water. Her violet hair is soaked, her eyes are close and she has the most brilliant of smiles that could melt about everyone around, although I doubt if Bakugou would be affected, the guy has a heart of stone.

"Todoroki!" she shouted and almost instantly, my gaze focused on her.

She was still smiling while motioning me to come towards her.

"Come on! The rain feels good!" She yelled over the sound of rain.

I felt something tugged up my lips and I shook my head. No harm in letting loose. I jogged towards her, only noticing that her hands are outstretched. I took it and we swayed like children on Christmas Eve.

"You're seriously going to catch a cold," I stated.

I didn't know if I said something wrong, but she stopped. Her smile had drop into a frown.

"You're right," she said. "I think we should go back inside."

She started to walk past me. I blinked in confusion. Her mood changed easily. I turned around and catch up to her, stopping in front of her.

"Yoru, I didn't mean to–"

All of a sudden, she burst into a fit of giggles, almost like a laughter.

"I'm just kidding. You should've seen your expression."

With that, we let ourselves be free under the ice cold raindrops.

Suna x Reader

Look at you...like a vixen in heat.

The first time you saw him after so many years was at the get-together.

He was smoking cannabis along with a few unfamiliar people.

The second time was at a nightclub in Minato.

He was with his high school friends drinking cocktails and beers, smoking electronic cigarettes, getting high and drunk.

The third time, and they say the third time’s a charm, you saw him at a nightclub in Shinjuku.

He was sitting on a stool all by himself holding a glass of whiskey.

It wasn’t you who approached him first. Rather, it was him who sat on the stool next to you while you were busy minding your own business. You wonder if he recognizes you, after all you and him used to sit in the same class back in high school.

Suna Rintarou.

You wonder if he still remembers your name as much as you remember his.

But before you can get out a single word to start a conversation, someone suddenly sat on the vacant stool next to you.

“Looks like your glass’ empty,” the guy said, nodding towards your glass that’s already been emptied and you only realized it now.

“Thanks for pointing it out.”

“Let me get you a new one,” he said. “What do you like?”

“Well isn’t that kind of you? I’ll just have a martini.”

You weren’t aware of two pair of eyes that resemble that of a kitsune looking at you intently. Or perhaps you were, you can feel someone staring at you so you glanced his way.

It was just for a moment, but that fleeting conversion of your attention from the stranger to your left was enough for him to put something in your drink.

You thought Suna was staring at you, only to see him looking elsewhere. So you turned back to the stranger and took your glass.

Just as you when were about to take a sip, a hand grabbed your glass, putting it down on the bar island.

“What the—” the stranger said.

You looked at the hand holding the glass while you’re still holding it. And you looked up, you saw Suna had already stood up.

“I can’t let her have a drink that’s been spiked can I?” Suna spoke, for the first time upon arriving at the place.

“Oh, it’s spiked?” you muttered, looking back on the glass to see that Suna still hasn’t let go of it.

You noticed how his hand gripped the glass, veins showing on his knuckles that are almost turning white.

The stranger clicked his tongue before he left and you looked at the glass to see that Suna hasn’t let go still.

“If you weren’t holding it down, I would have poured the liquor on the man’s face.”

Suna realized what you were referring to and only then did he let go of the glass and you turned to him.

“Thank you,” you said, smiling at him. “Rintarou-kun.”

You wouldn’t forget a look of recognition that passed through his eyes before he leaned closer to you, one hand propped on the stool you were sitting on while the other is on the bar island.

“I thought you wouldn’t remember me,” he said languidly. “Y/n,”

And they say the third time’s a charm. The third time you saw him after so many years, you thought he would have forgotten you already.

Your eyes look down on his lips, so tempting like a sweet red apple. But oddly enough he smells of vanilla, probably from the vape he was smoking earlier, the fruity flavour and scent that lingers around him.

You averted your gaze from his lips and to the glass. “Did he put an aphrodisiac drug in it?” you asked, although more to yourself than to anyone.

You took the glass and was about to take a sip when Suna’s hand grab yours that was holding the glass, lowering it down as he leaned closer.

“You don’t need that shit.”

He let go of your hand and you felt his hand cupping your face, his thumb brushing your lower lip that you instinctively parted them.

It didn’t take him a few strokes until you leaned in and sealed his lips with yours. His other hand making its way to your thigh, every time he touches your skin, it would heat up as if it’s burning. Your heartbeat started to beat faster and faster until you can feel it pounding.

You held him closer, your bosom brushing on his chest. His tongue slipping inside your mouth, battling with yours in dominance, you can taste the whiskey he had earlier and the fruity flavour of the vanilla scented vape.

Only when you two require oxygen did you lean back, your face felt so warm, and your breath so hot.

“I told you,” Suna started, his voice low and breathy. “You don’t need no drugs to turn you on.”

He cupped your face again, making you look at him. Your face is flushed, cheeks coated in crimson blush, eyes half-lidded and breathing heavy and hot, your heart is rigid and the pressure between your thighs is painstakingly hard to ignore.

“Look at you, Y/n,” he said, and you stare at his slanted eyes that resemble a kitsune. “You look like a vixen in heat.”

You stood up from the stool, taking a step closer to Suna to whisper in his ear.

“I am a vixen in heat,” you said, leaning back to look him in the eye. “Now the dog fox needs to take responsibility for it.”

(A/n: Part 2?)

Bakugou x Reader

He was angry, he’s always been, but he doesn’t know how to apologize.

So you taught him one way of apologizing without saying the word sorry. 

He was mad. 

He's completely enrage. 

But it wasn't your fault. 

You just stood there, looking at him in boredom as he throw another fit of how he's going to kill you and yelling profanities like 'drop dead already!' or 'just die' which on any other given occasion and if another person were to say it, it would sound completely mean.

But it's Bakugou, and you got used to it. What did you do? 

Well, you got hurt from the rescue training. And he started blaming your idiocy for it.

Bakugou is raging in anger.

But the truth is, it was his fault and he absolutely had no idea how to say sorry. So, he just went on with his defense mechanism.

"Bakugou, do you know how bunnies apologize?" You asked monotonously. Somehow it halted his ranging colorful vocabularies.

"Huh?! The hell would I care about fucking bunnies?"

He looked at you, crimson eyes raging as he started yelling again. He didn't notice you were in front of him until he felt something touched his forehead.

"This is how bunnies apologize."

He was in utter surprise that he was so lost for words. He even froze in spot as you stood on your tiptoes, forehead on top of his. The mere gesture looks intimate to any passerby.

You stayed like that for a while, eyes closed as you absorbed the heat he was emitting due to anger. When you felt that he calmed down, you looked at him under your thick lashes, still too close to him.

"If you don't want to say sorry, you can do that. That's how bunnies apologize."

For a second he was silent. His face burning crimson. Until his eye twitch and he grabbed you at the back of your head.

"Did you just compare me to a bunny, you shithead?" He growled, eyes burning in anger as he glared down.

"Tsk, I'm not a bunny, idiot."

It happened so fast that you didn't have time to blink. His lips sealed yours as the air left your lungs. You accidentally gasped in surprise and he took it as a chance to slip his tongue inside your mouth. As the kiss turned rougher your face burned redder.

Only when he was out of breath did he decide to lean away, eyes clouded with lust as he looked down at you.

"I do things my way, even when apologizing."

Bokuto x Reader

If people can fall in love, what makes you think people can’t fall out of love too?

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It all started with that game.

Two truths and a lie, it was a game where you met him. A gray haired lad whose hair resembled a horned owl, his most striking features are his smile and golden eyes that had put the golden hours of dawn to shame.

He was the one who approached you first.

He was the one who initiated your first conversation.

He was the one who asked you out first.

He was the one who had fallen in love.

And he was the one who confessed first.

But as fate would have it…

You were the one who had fallen out of love first.

If people can fall in love, what makes them think people can’t fall out of love too?

The night breeze is warm, the summer festival had only just begun, but oddly enough you feel cold.

No, it wasn’t that you feel cold, but you don’t feel the same warmth as you did before.

At least when you’re with him.

“Y/n,” his voice sounded distant and you found yourself slipping from his grasp, your hand letting his go and he stopped abruptly, turning back to look at you.

“Y/n, are you alright?” he asked, worried that you suddenly stopped walking. “Are you tired?”

“Yes,” you muttered, eyes on the ground. “I’m tired, Koutarou.”

“Then let’s find a bench to sit on.”

Bokuto was going to take your hand again but you didn’t let his hand touch yours. And when you finally did look up, you saw his confused face.

“Y/n…”

“I’m sorry. I’m just so tired.”

“What do you mean, Y/n? Tell me so I could understand.”

You didn’t know it was possible, to fall out of love. Not with him, not with this man whose personality would naturally uplift anyone’s mood.

When you first felt it, you’d hoped it wasn’t the case. You’d hoped it was only temporary, that you will come back to love him again.

But in the end, it wasn’t.

You shook your head. Just like how one cannot force a person to fall in love with someone, one cannot force a person not to fall out of love.

“Koutarou, do you remember the first day we met?”

“Of course, how could I forget it?”

“What were we doing then?”

He stopped for a second and in a small voice he answered. “We were playing a game.”

“What game?”

“Two truths and a lie.”

“Koutarou, let’s play that game one last time,” you said, looking back at him. But for some reason your vision was blurry, so you quickly blinked away any traitor tear.

You couldn’t tell him you don’t love him anymore, you couldn’t tell him outright without feeling an ounce of guilt.

So you thought you should at least tell him you love him, at least once.

But if you could, you’d rather tell him lies, over and over again.

Only if you could, but you don’t want to hurt him any longer.

“Two truths and a li—”

“No,” Bokuto said, cutting you off.

And before you knew it, he was suddenly embracing you. But even that embrace that used to calm you down during the nights you were crying, the embrace that had helped you fall asleep when you couldn’t, the embrace that used to feel so warm during the harsh winter, don’t feel so warm any longer.

Even if it’s summer.

“Please, don’t say anything, Y/n,” he whispered, hugging you closer, tighter, but you didn’t budge.

“You can tell me ninety-nine lies and one truth…”

He let go, cupping your face with his hands and made you look at him.

“And I will still believe a hundred truths you said.”

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Kozume Kenma x Reader

This is only an excerpt from my story PAINKILLER posted on wattpad. To read the whole chapter, click HERE

Once upon a time, the  boy who can’t feel pain met a girl who finds pleasure in physical pain.

“You really didn’t hold back.” You stretched before you lifted your arms. “Look, a bruise is forming around my wrist.”

“Then…” Kenma started. “Should I hold back next time?”

“Next time?”

When he heard that, he paused for a moment and the word game over flashed on the screen before Kenma looked at you.

“Kenma, this will be the last time for us. We’ll be graduating soon. Then we’ll go our own separate ways.”

“The last time, huh?”

Soon after that, both of you walked the stage for the last time as you accepted the diploma that’s proof of the three year hardwork as high school students. It was that afternoon when you met him at that secluded part of the campus.

And this time, you knew it would be for the last time.

“Done saying your farewell to the Volleyball Club?”

Kenma nodded but he didn’t say anything as he walked towards you.

“Well, did you cry—”

You were cut off when you felt two strong arms around you. You were completely taken aback when Kenma hugged you all of a sudden. It lasted for a few seconds before he leaned out.

“Thanks,” he said. “For being with for the last few months.”

“Huh?” you asked, blinking a few times as you tried to figure out that expression and that tone. “Kenma, if you’re starting to feel guilty about hurting me during se—”

“I’m not,” he said, cutting you off. “When we meet again in the future – it could be a year from now, five years or seven years – when we meet again…” he trailed off and you were the one who continued, because you know what he’s about to say.

“Let’s start to where we left. I’m looking forward to it.”

Once upon a time, the boy who can’t feel pain met a girl who finds pleasure in physical pain.

Hello everyone! This is a list of all my current Haikyuu x Reader fanfics on wattpad.

Feel free to check each out. Provided below are the title, link, teaser description and synopsis.

Kozume Kenma x Reader

TITLE: PURR, KITTEN

LINK

Description:

❝𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚, 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙠𝙖.❞

𝘐𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘬𝘰𝘥𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘦𝘯'𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵.                  

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Kozume Kenma has accomplished quite a lot at a young age, a successful stock trader, famous streamer/youtuber and the CEO of Bouncing Ball Corp. No one will ever think he is the same streamer in an adult site that you happen to come across with from a pop-up ad.

You weren't really supposed to find out it was him, but things happen and now you are cornered, like a tiger cornering its prey you knew there is no escaping this predicament that you so foolishly got yourself into.

And he keeps calling you kiska, what the hell does that even mean?

MIYA OSAMU AND ATSUMU X READER

TITLE: TWINSOME

LINK

Description:

❝𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 3𝙋 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙨?❞

𝘐𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘈𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘶 𝘔𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘖𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘶 𝘔𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘰𝘯𝘦-𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳.

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After breaking off the engagement when you caught your fiancé with another woman, you were back in Japan, free to do everything you've always wanted without anything restricting you down. You went to clubs almost every night, you went to parties and got wasted, you have the money and all the time in the world to spare anyways.

But when you thought you've done almost everything you wanted after breaking that engagement, turns out there was still one thing you haven't tried. Only you realized what it was when a guy offered to do a 3P with you along with his twin brother.

Atsumu and Osamu Miya.

KOZUME KENMA X READER

TITLE: PAINKILLER

LINK

Description:

❝𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮. 𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨, 𝙬𝙚'𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙤𝙣 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙨.❞

𝘐𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯.

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Kozume Kenma, a stock trader with lots of connections and a famous YouTuber under the online handle "kodzuken". The boy who can't feel pain.

You, a popular literary author who writes children's books. The girl who finds pleasure in physical pain.

Both of you don't know the concept of love. And both of you found yourselves in a relationship of convenience, which if anyone were to find out, both of your careers will be over in a flash.

But how long will this kind of relationship last until one of you decide it's enough?  

OIKAWA TOORU X READER X IWAIZUMI HAJIME

TITLE: PINKY PROMISE

LINK

Description:

❝𝙈𝙖𝙢𝙖, 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙋𝙖𝙥𝙖'𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙧?❞

𝘐𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘺𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘯.

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When Oikawa Tooru was badly injured during an ambush right after being deployed to a combat zone, he made his best friend Iwaizumi Hajime promised him one thing.

To take care of his wife and their two year old son.

When Iwaizumi returns home, he immediately fulfils his promise to his best friend even if you told him he doesn't have to go so far. But as time goes by, there's one thing Iwaizumi knew would be inevitable.

Falling more and more in love with you.

But when all is said and done, Iwaizumi knew that he can never replace the man you truly loved and the father of your son.

KUROO TETSUROU X READER

TITLE: SEVEN MINUTES

LINK

Description:

❝𝙍𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙭 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩, 𝙬𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚.❞

𝘐𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘒𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘰 𝘛𝘦𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘶, 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘊𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦.

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You aren't the type to go to any parties, you just want to finish College and get a decent job, but since it's your last year in the University you decided to at least attend a party before you graduate.

But of all the luck you have in this world, you ended up playing seven minutes in heaven with Kuroo Tetsurou.

He said you two are just going to talk in there.

Oh how easily that lie rolled out his tongue.

OIKAWA TOORU X READER

TITLE: STRANGERS

LINK

❝𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨.❞

𝘐𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘯𝘰-𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨-𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘚𝘦𝘪𝘫𝘰𝘩'𝘴 𝘝𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘊𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘈 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵.

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You don't need the attachment. After all, you are only doing it for the fun it brought along with it. You agreed to do it because it benefits the both of you.

You also agreed on one thing.

After doing it, the next day you two are back to being strangers.

A/n: I hope you guys can check these stories out! It would really mean a lot to me! Haikyuu belongs to Haurichi Furudate as well as the panels on the covers with some exception from the artwork of Gusari.

Iwaizumi x Reader x Oikawa

Hakiyuu Military AU

This is only a short excerpt from Chapter 1. Click HERE to read the rest of Chapter 1.

That pinky promise has always been effective on your son. And every time Oikawa makes a pinky promise and with their thumbs pressing together to metaphorically seal it with a kiss, he always fulfils them no matter what. That reminds you of the many times he did that back when you two are young. All those promises he fulfilled and not once did he ever break them.

That’s one of the reasons you fell for him, he’s just that kind of a person.

But tonight, you thought, Oikawa wasn’t able to fulfil his little promise to Taka.

“Aww, he fell asleep already?” Oikawa asked when you came out of the toddler’s room.

“But you got him to eat all those veggies,” you said, leaning closer to Oikawa. “And for that, let me give you your reward.”

You took a step closer and wrapped your arms around his waist, embracing him as you shared your warmth with him and Oikawa embraced you back.

“You can fulfil the promise tomorrow,” you said, looking up at him.

“You’re right,” he said. “Ah! Come to think of it. I told Taka-chan earlier that he needs to sleep early at night to grow bigger. Did he actually follow what I said?”

“Unlike you, Taka-chan knows how to follow what his parents say.”

“Eh? Y/n-chan, are you saying I’m not a good son like Taka-chan?”

“I didn’t say that though?”

You chuckled when you saw Oikawa pouts before you leaned back and started to walk towards you and Oikawa’s room, with Oikawa trailing closely behind.

Once you got inside, you were suddenly stopped when you felt Oikawa’s arms wrapping around you as he stood behind.

“Tooru?” you asked. Aside from this being sudden, you knew something was off, the way he embraced you was tighter than usual, as if he’s afraid to ever let go.

“There’s something…” Oikawa started, his voice lower than usual too. “…I need to tell you.”

You didn’t know, perhaps it was instinct? But you suddenly felt your heart skipped a beat, in a not so good way. It wasn’t fear, but it was close. Although you don’t want to jump into conclusion, you waited until Oikawa speak again.

“I…”

Oikawa knew it would be easier said than done. To tell you about it.

“I…”

I’ll be deployed to a combat zone soon.

That simple statement that was so hard to say. Oikawa felt a lump in his throat, a heavy weight on his chest and he leaned on you for support when he felt his chest constricted. The longer the seconds passed, the more you couldn’t help but think of the possibility of what it is he was about to tell you but he couldn’t say.

“I…” Oikawa leaned close to your ear and whispered those words instead.

“I love you, Y/n.”

Miya Twins x Reader

WARNING: NSFW

This is only an excerpt. If you wish to read the book (there are currently 4 Chapters published on wattpad) you may click HERE to get directed to the book.

Miya Twins x Reader

Title: TWINSOME

Link: HERE

(This is only an excerpt from Chapter 3. To read the full version, you may click the link above. 3 Chapters have already been published to wattpad.)

WARNING: NSFW CONTENT BELOW

“Would you love me more, if I killed someone for you?”

Miya Atsumu x Reader

This is only the Prologue. The book is published on wattpad, you may click HERE.

It had gone dark, the sky outside is now smudge in black and heavy clouds hover above, the moon kept hidden behind the clouds. The small town of Inari is eerily quiet during the night, so quiet it became the mute witness to many crimes being committed during midnight hours.

You felt the cold metal around your wrist, your arms tied up on the headboard. Your eyelids felt heavy, red and sore from crying for too long. What was left with your wails were the little hiccups that escaped your lips as you sniffed. Your cheeks felt cold from the tears that had dried down. You tugged down your arm but the metal painfully dug around your wrist that you knew had gone red by now. It might leave a nasty bruise but you could care less about it.

You just wanted to leave. Leave and never come back from this house, from this town. Not here, not in Tokyo, not anywhere. You just wanted to disappear.

You really have nowhere else to go. The thought that kept invading your mind for a while now. Where will you go if you managed to escape?

"Maybe death is the only escape," you whispered, your voice hoarse and you started to cough, the pain coursing down your throat as you closed your eyes tightly and you gulped.

Then the door opened. You kept your eyes shut as you heard footsteps. You wanted to turn around, you don't want to face him, but you couldn't. You felt the bed dipped down as he sat on the edge to your side, then you felt his hand caress your cheek.

You shudder at the touch. Not from the electricity that someone would feel if your lover touch you but from fear that someone would feel to a captor. You flinched when you felt his palm, his thumb caressing the traitor tear that had fallen from your eyes.

"You're crying again," he said as tears continued to fall, betraying you as he kept wiping them.

You finally opened your eyes. And you saw him, his face that you found really handsome the first time you met him. The dyed blonde hair that suit him, his hair styled in an undercut that made him all the more dashing. His smile that you had always found admirable. And his kind touch.

Oh how you wished it would have stayed that way.

"Atsumu," you whispered his name, but not so lovingly as you did before, so many times before. Now every time you utter his name, it usually held fear and you were crying. Like now, and Atsumu hated it.

"Please..." You trailed off, your voice cracking down as you hiccupped. "Please, just let me go."

Atsumu leaned in, putting his hand on your side to support himself as he planted a kiss atop your forehead. You might have had hundreds of butterflies in your belly when he first did that to you. But now you felt fear more than anything. Atsumu leaned out, but still too close to you.

"You know I can't do that, right?" He said, his hand going up to you chin. "I can't just let you go." His thumb caressing your bottom lip and your heart started to beat faster. Not from anticipation but from unease.

"Do you love me, Y/N?"

You nodded, you kept nodding your head while tears continued to betray you as they kept falling down your face and you shut your eyes closed again when you noticed Atsumu leaning in. You thought he was going to kiss you, but he leaned in close to you ear instead.

You can feel his breath tickling down you neck as he whispered.

"So, Y/N," he said. "Would you love me more, if I killed someone for you?"

A few months ago, if you knew you would end up in this situation, you would have stayed with your mother, no matter how many times she hurt and abused you. At least you have someone who can help you, someone whom you can turn to after getting beat by your mother.

If you knew, you wouldn't have left home. You wouldn't have gone far away, to a small town in Hyogo Prefecture hundreds of miles away from Tokyo. If only you knew, but you didn't. There's no way you would have known.

Miya Atsumu.

There's no way you would have known that he is this kind of person. Maybe you shouldn't have trusted him. Maybe you shouldn't have bumped into him that day. Maybe you shouldn't have talked to him.

If things happen for a reason, you were dying to know the reason why you got in this situation. Or maybe you would choose to die first before you know the reason.

All you ever wanted was to start a new life in a small town in Hyogo Prefecture, away from your drunkard and abusive mother.

But you never thought you would be taken captive by a psychopathic murderer.

And now, Miya Atsumu had fallen for you.

If you knew – but there's no way you would have known. A few months ago, there's no way you would have known.

A/N: This is only the Prologue. You may head over my wattpad profile to get updated when new Chapters come out.

Kuroo x Reader

This is only an excerpt from my Kuroo fanfic published on wattpad ‘seven minutes’.

If you wish to read the rest of the story, you may click HERE to get directed to the book.

Warning: slight NSFW

"I still don't know the specific rules of this game," you said as you made your way towards Kuroo.

"I told you, for seven minutes we're free to do whatever we want in there."

"Anything?" You asked as you only realised it now.

Why the girl's face seem flush earlier and the guy she came out with had a smirk decorating his face. Kuroo said they are free to do anything, so that also includes making out.

"Relax sweetheart," he said, as he put his hand behind your back. "We're just gonna talk in there."

He let you inside the closet first before he joined, taking his phone out and pressing the timer, the screen the only source of light in the otherwise dark closet.

And seven minutes with Kuroo started.

"Are you claustrophobic?" He asked, and he sounded kind of concern as you turned to him, at least how much the space around you allows you to turn to him.

"Not really," you said, letting your guard down as you think he really might want to talk. "I'm used to small spaces, I used to live in a small apartment anyways."

He nodded his head and for a second silence engulf both of you, he's probably thinking of a topic now but you can't really tell.

"So..." He started. "What are you gonna do after you graduate?"

Kuroo cursed in his mind, he wanted to laugh at how lame that question was. But you don't seem to mind.

"Find a decent job."

"What kind of job is a decent job to you?"

"I don't know, maybe a job that pays me to have three meals a day and a spare to go to karaoke by weekend."

With that, he chuckled lightly but the laugh died down as he cleared his throat and adjusted himself, his knees brushing against yours as you moved back slightly.

"Do you know how this game usually goes?" He asked suddenly and you looked at him.

"We wait until the time is up?" You said, but you're not really sure yourself as you turn to him.

"Now that's one boring answer," he said as he leaned back, his head on the wall of the closet, from the light of his phone you managed to take notice of his defined jawline and Adam's apple that moved when he gulped.

"Sorry, I'm boring," you said. "How does this game goes anyways?"

He didn't answer for a second before he opened his eyes that you only realise were close and he leaned out to look at you. The look that he's giving you seem like he's asking if you really want to know.

"People usually end up making out in here."

He was serious. "But you said we're just going to talk."

You should have known that he is not one to do something so boring like talking for seven minutes. You doubt if you two even like as much as one thing or have one thing in common.

"Then, should I just go out?" You asked, ready to stand when he held you down and he leaned in as you instinctively leaned out.

"Alright then, let's talk," he said, his voice so close to your ear his breath tickled your neck as you involuntarily shiver.

"Let's talk about how much I wanted to jerk off so badly it's starting to hurt," he said and you felt blood rushed to your face.

"This thing is throbbing so damn hard. And here I thought you'd help me get off."

Your heart started to race a bit. You weren't supposed to like the way he seem to be talking like that but you surprisingly let him. You didn't even noticed he is leaning in until you felt the wall behind you and his knee pressing between your legs.

"So, wanna play the real game? We can still talk, I'll talk dirty to you if you'd like."

You closed your eyes tightly, feeling warm all of a sudden and you blamed the small space between you, or if there is any space between you at all judging by how close he is.

And then Kuroo leaned out.

"Or we can stop now, though we might as well lose and do the dare. I'm fine with that too."

Just when you were about to give in, he has to say that. It's like he is giving you a lolly only to take it right back before you can wrap your mouth around the sweet candy.

"Let's go Y/N–"

"Wait," you said, cutting him off, your gaze trailed down. "There's only four minutes left now anyways.

a/n: This is only an excerpt. Chapter 1 and 2 of ‘seven minutes’ are posted on my wattpad profile.

This is only an excerpt from my Kenma fanfiction on wattpad [purr, kitten.]

If you wish to read the rest, you may click HERE to get directed to the book.

WARNING: NSFW

"This. Is. Porn."

You instinctively closed your eyes tightly but then you took a peek just in time you saw a streamer, the one with the most view, started to stream.

Slowly, you put your hands down and you watched as the guy sat on his red gaming chair.

His dark hair had blonde streaks that's starting to fade and his hair is styled in a messy yet fashionably man bun. He is wearing a mask, of course, a dark mask that only shows half his face. His eyes were what caught you as he stare directly at the camera as if he is staring right at you.

His staring so intently as his eyes look as though they are narrowed into slits, glowing like a predator's eyes.

You involuntarily gulped, he did not avert his gaze and in a low and languid voice, he purred out the words.

"Ready for the show?"

Kageyama x Reader

Milk or yogurt? Kageyama always contemplate which one to drink and you always watch him from afar.

You always saw him during lunch, near the volleyball club gym. He always goes to the vending machine and languidly walk towards it. But in contrast to that, whenever he gets near the vending machine, he always seem to have this weird face as if he's making the hardest choice of his life.

Milk or yogurt? 

Which one is it? 

Kageyama Tobio, you thought, always seem to contemplate whether which one to drink and so he decided to press the two buttons for milk and yogurt and whatever comes down the machine would be the one he'd drink.

"There he goes again," you muttered as you looked out the glass window from the second floor. "How cute,"

"Y/n, let's go we're gonna be late for lunch!" You heard one of your friends called and you averted your eyes from the boy in front of the vending machine and jogged up to your friend.

"Who were you looking at?" She asked, as you two walked through the corridor.

"Hey Mina," you called. "What taste better, milk or yogurt?"

Your friend doesn't seem to be bothered by your obvious change of subject as she looked up and put her finger on her chin. "Milk taste better I guess."

You shrugged your shoulders. Of course, the milk and the yogurt hardly matters as much as the boy who always seem to deeply contemplate which one to drink during lunch.

The next day you didn't see him there, which was odd. But maybe he was running late. It's still early after all.

"Mina, you go on ahead, I'll buy some drinks," you said as you went the other way, waving at your friend.

"Buy me an orange juice!" She yelled as you nodded.

Running down the flight of stairs and through the hallway outside, luckily the vice Principal didn't see you running or he'll call detention on you.

You stopped just in front of the vending machine and then suddenly, you blinked rapidly as you tilted your head.

"Eh? What should I get?" You asked.

Now you know what Kageyama must have felt like each day, choosing between yogurt and milk. Both seem a delicious and refreshing drink to you but you can only get one.

"Ah, this is really frustrating," you said. You then remembered what Kageyama always does when he's choosing which one to get

You lift your hand and folded your pinky and ring finger as it was held by thumb and made a peace sign. That's right, Kageyama always pushed two buttons at once with two fingers.

"Maybe I should give it a t–"

"Oi, aren't you done?"

You suddenly flinched when you heard a voice boomed behind you and on instinct your fingers pressed on the buttons, lighting it up as it beeped.

You turned around and saw Kageyama standing there, he looked to the side and yawn before he looked back at you.

"Kageyama-kun?" You said, eyes a bit wide from surprise before you composed yourself and then you were walking past him.

You always admired him from afar, up from the second floor but you've never been in close proximity. He's really intimidating with that height of his and that face that your feet just moved on its own since he seem like he's pissed about something.

You were at least a few feet away from him when you suddenly heard him called.

"Oi, you! You forgot your yogurt!" He said and when you turned around, a small carton of yogurt came barreling towards you, hitting you straight on the face.

"Ow," you said as the carton fell on the ground and you rubbed your nose. "Hey you didn't have to throw it!" You yelled.

Your nose was red and you even thought it's bleeding as you bend down to get the yogurt and when you looked up you saw Kageyama looking at you with that weird expression again.

"So–Sorr–I'm sor–ry?" He said, trying to get the word out of his mouth as he looked away, face a bit red.

You suddenly couldn't help your chuckle until it turned into a holler of laughter as he turned back at you with a glare. But he really felt bad for throwing the yogurt at you.

"It's okay," you said, wiping your eyes. "I'll forgive you if you buy me the same yogurt tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" He muttered before he nodded. "Sure,"

The next day, he was there to buy you yogurt. But what you thought would be the end of your acquaintance with him turned out to be the start of something that you absolutely didn't see coming.

The day after that and the following days that came, you and Kageyama always meet in front of the vending machine.

"What are you gonna get this time Y/N?" He asked, the same question he always ask you and you got used to it by now.

"Hm? How about milk," you said as he pushed the button and the carton of milk came down before he pushed another button and the yogurt came down right after.

"Hey Kageyama-kun," you called as you both leaned on the wall near the vending machine. 

"Do you also wonder when all this started? I mean, we always meet here during lunch, share drinks and then we go our separate ways right after."

"I don't know," he said, emptying down the carton of yogurt. "It feels normal now that I didn't bother questioning it."

"Eh?" You trailed off as you nibbled on the straw.

"But you know," he started as he walked forward and then stopped in front of you, his back facing you.

"I no longer feel annoyed whenever I come down to this vending machine."

You straightened up and pushed yourself from the wall. "What do you mean, Kageyama-kun?"

"Because you're here," he said.

And then he turned around. And when he did, for the very first time, you saw him smile. His eyes closed and there are small tint of red on his cheeks, giving you a grin as your heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"Because you're here Y/N, I no longer need to make hard choices. So will you stay with me longer from now on?"

Hard choices? 

So is choosing between yogurt or milk a hard choice for him? 

You couldn't help but chuckle at his silliness yet you found yourself agreeing.

"Yes, Kageyama-kun, I'll stay with you longer from now on!"

A/N: I remember writing this last year and I stumbled upon this one-shot in my drafts. The fluff (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)ﻭ