#lev x reader

" jus' say gn n' go... " w/ multi hq men — 𝝑𝝔 . . . when you both have a one night stand but you stay. || kuroo, kenma, lev, suna, atsumu, osamu x gn! reader ; (nekoma, & inarizaki version!)

cw: suggestive (obviously), sex mentions, the morning after basically but you guys aren't a thing, yes the guys are very much so lovestruck w/ reader! all characters are assumed to be adults already!

synopsis. when he has an incredibly large crush on you, and it happened to be when you two have a one night stand; you end up staying in his arms, how could that be.

wc: 1.8k, not proofread, and my third time writing for hq, sorry if their personalities are ooc :(

kuroo who woke up late in the morning—thank the lord it was already saturday. his eyes roamed around the room, yesterday was a damn mess, all that alcohol tasted amazing, fuck the moon he was over saturn yesterday. not to mention that pretty little coworker that- oh wow they're right here.

his breath was caught in the air as he glanced down to see the cutie he was ramming his hips into the night before, cuddled up beside him all adorable.

he always saw you sent off to a corner in order to 'not bother others' when in reality you've made their work lives a lot better with tips, and tricks only few know about.

an impulse inside him had taken over, fingers dragging across your face, placing a piece of hair behind your ear, admiring your sleeping expression. he tilted his head, landing his chin on his knuckles, elbow on the pillow—he's liked you for awhile... it was nice to see you like this. he loved the expressions you made yesterday as well though.

obviously he would've been getting his suit ready for work by now, but you know what, he was his own boss, he didn't mind giving you and himself an off day, he'd probably have to give you a holiday anyways, you wouldn't be able to walk out of here looking sober even if you wanted to...

poking at your cheek a few times only up until your eyelashes fluttered awake, trying to shake off your dazyness, rubbing your eyes open—glancing up to see your boss, "oh... hi..."

"hi, beautiful." he smirked, a hand goes through his hair, keeping eye contact with you; you didn't know where to stare, god you barely remembered anything from last night... what makes him think you could look him in the eye, you didn't mean to gaze down to his biceps either! complete coincidence!

"like what you see?" "...does... does this mean i have one unexcused leave?" "don't worry, i've excused both of us."

you still were left speechless, not much to say in the first place anyways... you thought you looked a mess but your boss was stuck peering at you up and down, it was difficult not to enjoy the view.

"oh god... does this mean i'm in trouble?" "is work all you care about, angel?" "..." "adorable."

kenma has been with you since how long? since even before he started doing volleyball, you both loved games, you two loved to play games with each other, especially with kuroo when it's the dead of night, and there would be school tomorrow.

so what the hell did you two just commit right before he goes live...? the room was so clear with musk, moist covering up his webcam―would people notice how squeaky the new gaming chair he just got sponsored with is?

well let's hope not, and maybe they wouldn't notice the sleeping figure that was cut off in the background, moving every now and then underneath a blanket in his abnormally large king bed.

at least his microphone couldn't catch your soft snores as you hugged a pillow near to your chest. i mean, if it wasn't obvious enough―he peered behind himself a lot, only being one tell tale sign though: someone was in the bed.

he in fact paused streamed multiple times, and to compare he usually only pauses it like, twice, not including bathroom breaks because he does not even pause when he goes to said bathroom. this was the most screen time this pause graphic design was shown―

the moment you open your eyes, he's glancing at you from the doorway, soup in hand as he placed it by his long nightstand. "hi zuzu..." you stretch promptly after, tears appearing in the edges of your eyes briefly.

"a―ahem... so i got news, you left earlier..." "uhuh?" "then... ahh... cooked me breakfast? you know i have people for that." "but i wanted to cook for you."

god he might as well just faint on you right now.

lev had just finished up with a modelling gig that concerned just him, so you were hanging out with alisa the whole day; well, that's what he wished he could say, but he ended up dodging said activity. again.

when did you land in his bed? and when did—woah... when did you get naked... in his bed... only a few layers of cloth covered you up in this large, fluffy mattress he just bought. to him? you closely resembled the beauty of a greek god/dess. has never see anything more stunning.

so yeah. pretty much was starstruck while keep his emerald-green orbs on your face, trying his best not to let his glimpse dip any lower than that.

he had to hold himself back from literally jumping at you, and waking you up with kisses; but he could only sit on the floor, arms on the bed, leaning his chin on his palm while waiting for you to wake up—just like a puppy waiting for its owner to come home.

but even sleep catches up to models.

he ends up falling victim to counting sheep, soft snuffles from his nose as his head bowed down into his elbow.

even as you stirred awake, he never did fully wake up, how many hours of dreaming he had lost from simply making money... you decided to cook him his favorite dish!

so when he awoke to be in bed, wait... when did he get in bed? and... is that... sweetened tofu... with seasoned fried rice stuffed inside?! he could barely control himself from the delight of snacking, not even realizing you were already sat back in bed beside him.

and let me tell you he SCREAMED when he turned his head, you were only wearing one of his old volleyball jerseys whilst watching him eat his cherished tofu.

"hi handsome." "h—hi..."

suna was your best friend, and has been since fifth grade. you both moved to the same schools, and had similar courses in college, supported him through every volleyball game he's gone to, you were as close as close could be. yet he only continued to fluster himself from looking at your body too long...

he didn't realize how... actually scratch that, he's realized how good you've looked ever since you two met. and his attraction only got even worse the more you two grew up together,

so how was the player of your highschool days... refusing to look you in the eye after fucking you senseless yesterday?

he didn't know either, but he still could not physically get himself to stare you in the eye, even as you slept. he's seen you sleep before, it wasn't the first 'sleepover' you guys have had, wasn't even his first time having sex yet... he just couldn't compose himself. it took you to wake up for you to snap him out of his own mind.

"sunarin?" ... "rinnie..." ... "rinnie! i know you're up!" — "sorry, gorgeous."

...

"y're making this out to be a lot more awkward than its s'posed t'be." — "y're the one being all blushy." — "should've seen yerself last night."

you reached out and pulled on his cheek, "ah! name! what the he—" "you tease..."

you sit up properly on the messy bed, sheets almost everywhere, clothes on the floor as you stare around the room, taking a peek at every single detail you could before pulling you back down by your waist; "wahh! sunarin!" — "jus' come back to sleep with me, pretty."

atsumu who had been laughing for a while now—it had been long since you two got to eat out together, just you both catching up over miso soup with delicious sushi on the side. you hadn't been able to talk to each other since... what, maybe a year ago? his schedule had been packed, but his heart had never left you, and honestly? every girl he's fucked, he only thought of you.

so imagine the pleasure he felt when he actually got to have a taste of you, from then on he just... didn't have the need to feel anyone else—he wanted you. still the same feelings that rooted from high school, and only grew when you got to come back into his life.

and dear god you were ethereal, the way you hadn't noticed him already being up. lured over by the smell of breakfast, he was and is still in love your honor.

watching the way you easily flip the two eggs over, and fry the rice at the same way, just how he always had you make them back when you two were still in inarizaki; he couldn't hold his smirk back as he stood tall in the doorway, hand on his hip while he only wore those damn grey sweatpants.

you shift your glance over to breaking another egg, whisking it before realizing you needed one more—

"shit..." "finding this, angel?" "yeah, tha- oh my god!"

you yelp seeing him now on your left, "holy shit, 'tsumu! god you scared me..." you sigh as you take the egg from his palm, cracking it sufficiently as he watched, letting out a scoff.

"does this mean you like me back?" "..." "c'mon, pretty! you had a good time right?! don't you know how long i've been yearning, sweetheart?!"

osamu just had to invite the person who had been supporting him from day one, onigiri miya couldn't have gone where it did without you. now it was their fifteenth location, and of course he needed to request you to come over to celebrate!

it just... happened to lead to more once you two finished waving off investors, businesspeople, and friends. it was midnight, who could blame you two for getting a little tipsier than usual? it was a long night, but it did cause a little surprise when he smelled wine in his bed, only to see the adorable friend he had been crushing on for a long time in his arms...

shit what happened when you two drank?!

he gasped under hushed breaths, jaw dropped so bad he was very scared indeed, immediately checked up on your temperature, prepared herbal soup just in case of hangover—his fingers massaged your temples as he thought of ways to apologize to you when you woke up.

and honestly you woke up a lot earlier, but you ended up falling asleep again in his arms, not even realizing it wasn't dream.

but when you do decide on opening your eyes arduously, rubbing them open as you move your glance up to gaze at whose biceps were holding you close. and god it was your crush of a long ass time too.

holy shit.

"hi 'samu... oh my god hi 'samu!" you gasped as you realized it was him, covering your mouth in your small state of shock briefly after getting a good grasp of the situation.

"ya done yet? go get that bowl over there, i'll feed it t'ya." ... "okay..."

you were just in so much shock, but he formally asked you out later in the day :)

Summary: Their friends finding out that they’re whipped.

Warnings: fluff, crack, indirect mention of Intercourse(Kenma) and some flustered boys.

Characters: Kenma Kozume, Kuroo Tetsurō, Yaku Morisuke, Lev Haiba.

A/N: I suck at writing smut (´；ω；`).

※Kenma Kozume☆ミ

Practice had ended twenty minutes ago, but the sound of volleyballs and laughter still echoed faintly through Nekoma’s gym. Most of the team lingered—stretching, chatting, and unwinding after drills that had nearly flattened Lev (again).

Kenma sat cross-legged on the bench, Switch in hand, earbuds dangling but not plugged in. He wasn’t really playing—just...existing. That was usually enough to keep everyone from bothering him. Usually.

Unfortunately, today was not one of those days.

Kuroo Tetsurō, self-proclaimed “responsible captain” and professional chaos generator, noticed something immediately.Kenma was smiling.

Not his usual polite half-smile or the tiny lift of his mouth when Lev tripped over his own feet—this one was subtle but different. Softer. The kind of smile you didn’t get from beating a boss in a game.

Kuroo’s instincts tingled.

He leaned an elbow on the bench beside Kenma, his grin practically glowing with mischief.“You look…happy,” he said.

Kenma blinked. “I’m always happy.”

Kuroo raised an eyebrow. “Kenma. You’re literally never happy.”Yaku, who was tying his shoes nearby, snorted. “If Kenma’s smiling, it means something’s up.”

Lev’s head popped up instantly. “Wait, what’s up? Did something happen? Did Kenma-san beat me at something again?”

“You lose to him every day, Lev,” Inuoka laughed.

Kenma kept staring at his console, pretending to be too invested to answer, but the slight flush creeping up his neck betrayed him.

Kuroo noticed immediately.

“Ohhh, no way,” Kuroo said, dragging the words out like a cat playing with its food. “Kenma, you’ve got that I-did-something-I-don’t-want-anyone-to-know-about face.”

“I don’t have a face.”

“Mm-hm. So what were you doing Sunday?”

Kenma froze. The pause lasted exactly half a second too long.

And that was all it took.

“HE WAS DOING SOMETHING!” Lev yelled, pointing dramatically like he’d solved a crime.

Kenma groaned. “I was… out.”

“Out where?” Yaku pressed, smiling in that older-brother-who-knows-too-much way.

Kenma’s eyes darted toward his bag, as if he could hide inside it. “Just out.”Kuroo leaned back, smirk stretching ear to ear. “Out… with anyone we know?”

“No.”

Lev gasped. “He didn’t deny it!”

At this point, the whole team was paying attention. Even Kai, ever the responsible vice-captain, was smiling behind his towel.

Kenma’s grip on his Switch tightened. “You’re all annoying.”

Kuroo chuckled. “C’mon, we’re just happy for you. You, our little homebody, actually went outside for something other than volleyball or game releases. That’s character development.”

“It’s none of your business,” Kenma muttered.

“Oh, I think it’s exactly my business,” Kuroo said with fake seriousness. “As your best friend, I deserve to know what—or who—put that look on your face.”

Kenma’s cheeks turned pink. He opened his mouth, closed it again, and finally mumbled, “You’re unbearable.”

That was basically an admission.

The entire gym erupted. Lev was confused as hell. Yaku was practically wheezing. Even Kai’s shoulders shook with laughter.

“Kenma-san! I can’t believe you’re blushing!” Lev crowed.

“I’m not.”

“You are! It’s like—bright pink!”

Kenma tugged his hoodie up, hiding half his face. “I hate all of you.”

“Aw, don’t be shy,” Kuroo teased, still grinning. “We’re just proud. Our quiet little setter, finally—”

“Kuroo,” Kenma interrupted flatly, “if you finish that sentence, I’m deleting your save file.”

That shut him up.For three seconds.

Then Kuroo laughed so hard he nearly dropped his towel.“Fine, fine,” he said. “I’ll stop. But man, you should see your face right now.”

Kenma sighed, half-exasperated, half-smiling despite himself. He tucked his Switch away and stood, muttering something about catching the train home.

As he passed Kuroo, the captain couldn’t resist one last jab.

“Hey, Kenma?”

Kenma paused, wary. “What.”

“Tell her we said hi.”

Kenma didn’t even dignify that with a response. He just walked out—hoodie up, face warm, and the faintest grin tugging at his lips.Behind him, the team’s laughter filled the gym—loud, teasing, familiar.

And though he’d never admit it, Kenma didn’t really mind.

※Kuroo Tetsurō☆ミ

Kenma’s apartment smelled faintly of cup noodles and instant curry—the usual scent of a Nekoma hangout.

The living room was cluttered but cozy; wires, controllers, and empty snack wrappers lined the coffee table like trophies of survival.

Kuroo had claimed his usual spot on the floor, back against the couch, a satisfied grin tugging at his mouth as he stretched his long legs out. Yaku sat cross-legged opposite him, scrolling on his phone, while Lev and Inuoka were arguing over who cheated in Mario Kart.

Kenma sat quietly by the TV, unbothered, his Switch in hand—the eye of the storm, as always.

The air was lazy, familiar.

Then Yaku, with the precision of a libero reading a spike, dropped the question that changed everything.“So, Kuroo,” Yaku said casually, not looking up from his phone. “Who’s the girl you were walking home with yesterday?”

The room went silent.

Lev’s head whipped around so fast he almost knocked over a soda can. Kenma actually paused his game. Inuoka looked scandalized.

Kuroo blinked once, twice, then gave that trademark, half-lidded smirk.“Oh? You following me now, Yakkun?”

“Don’t change the subject.” Yaku grinned like a cat about to sink its claws in. “You were with someone. [Hair-colour] hair, right? Cute. Didn’t look like just a friend.”

Kuroo exhaled through his nose, playing it cool—classic captain behavior. “Maybe I’m just expanding my social circle.”

“‘Social circle,’ he says,” Lev laughed, nearly choking on chips. “That’s what people say when they’re totally dating someone!”Kenma, from the corner, muttered, “So that’s why you were late to practice this morning.”

“Et tu, Kenma?” Kuroo turned toward him, mock-betrayed.Kenma shrugged without looking up. “You were smiling at your phone. It was weird.”

Kuroo’s grin faltered for half a second—long enough for the entire team to notice.“Wait, smiling at your phone?” Inuoka gasped, eyes wide. “You never even answer my texts!”

Yaku leaned forward, grinning. “He was definitely texting her.”

“I was not—”

“Was it that person from the last day that you gave lunch to?” Kenma inquired.

The second Kuroo froze, the room’s collective chaos instinct activated.

“Lunch too?!” Yaku yelled, practically leaping off the couch. “Oh, he’s gone soft! Our fearless captain is in love!”

Lev gasped like a drama actor. “Wait—was it homemade?!”

Kuroo sighed. “You people are insufferable.”

“That means yes!” Lev cried triumphantly, spinning to high-five Inuoka.

Kenma, eyes still glued to his Switch, murmured, “He brought it in a fancy box, too.”

That did it. The entire room howled. Yaku dropped backward onto the carpet, cackling. Lev was clutching his stomach. Inuoka looked genuinely impressed.

“Fancy box?” Yaku wheezed. “Kuroo! You’re not just dating, you’re whipped!”

Kuroo pinched the bridge of his nose, trying and failing to look composed. “It was food, Yakkun. People eat food.”

“People don’t smile like that over food,” Kenma said simply.

Kuroo’s composure cracked—just a little. His grin twitched. “I smiled because it was good food.”

“Sure,” Yaku said, voice dripping with mock sympathy. “And I only smile at my protein shakes then.” Lev practically fell over. “Oh no, he’s red! Look, Yaku, he’s blushing!”

“I’m not blushing,” Kuroo muttered, ears visibly pink. Kenma tilted his head, pretending to think. “Your face gets that color when you’re flustered. Or when you get a text from her.”

That was it. The room exploded again.

Kuroo groaned, covering his face with a pillow. “You’re all children.”Yaku grinned wickedly. “And yet, here you are, hiding behind a pillow like one.”

Kenma finally looked up from his console, his voice as calm as ever. “If you didn’t want them to notice, you shouldn’t have kept smiling at your phone.”

Kuroo peeked over the pillow, meeting Kenma’s unbothered gaze. “You’re supposed to be on my side.”

Kenma shrugged. “You started this.”Lev gasped dramatically again. “Wait—you started it?! What did you do?”

Kuroo smirked weakly, pushing himself upright. “I made the mistake of having friends, apparently.”

“Friends?” Yaku repeated, incredulous. “You mean girlfriend.”

That word landed like a serve—everyone turned toward Kuroo, waiting for a denial.

He opened his mouth.

Paused.

Then shrugged.

“Maybe,” he said, lips quirking.

It wasn’t confirmation, but it wasn’t denial either—and that was enough to set off another wave of laughter.

“Maybe?!” Yaku shouted. “That’s worse than admitting it!”

Kenma just smirked faintly, turning back to his Switch. “He’s flustered. Leave him alone before he short-circuits.”

Kuroo threw a cushion at him—it bounced harmlessly off Kenma’s shoulder. “Alright, alright,” Kuroo said, laughing now, too. “You win. Happy?”

Yaku grinned. “Ecstatic.”

Lev gave him a thumbs-up. “We just wanted to see you blush, Captain!”

Kuroo’s grin softened, a little sheepish but genuine. “You guys are the worst.”

Kenma, deadpan as ever, said, “We’re Nekoma.”

That earned a round of agreement—and laughter that lingered long after the teasing died down.

Later that night, as the team left one by one, Kuroo lingered by the window, phone buzzing in his pocket.

He checked the message, saw your name light up the screen—and that quiet, unguarded smile returned.

“Yeah,” he murmured to himself, “definitely the worst.”

But his grin said he didn’t mind one bit.

※Morisuke Yaku☆ミ

The locker room after a match was always loud—the kind of loud that only a Nekoma victory could cause.

Kuroo was leaning against a bench, towel slung over his shoulder, grinning at the noise around him.

Lev was bragging about almost getting an ace, Kenma was half-listening with a deadpan stare, and Yaku…well, Yaku was being suspiciously quiet.

That alone was cause for alarm.

Kuroo noticed it first. “Oi, Yakkun. You’re not yelling at Lev for once. Did you hit your head?”

Lev perked up immediately. “Wait, he didn’t even yell when I missed that block earlier!”

Kenma glanced up. “That’s true. He just sighed. It was unsettling.”

Yaku looked up from his phone, frowning. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Kuroo smirked. “It means you’ve been… calmer lately. Kinder. Softer. Almost like—”

“Don’t say it,” Yaku warned.

“—someone in love,” Kuroo finished with a grin.

Lev gasped so hard he dropped his water bottle. “Yaku-san’s in love?!”

“I’m not—!” Yaku started, but it was too late.

The room erupted.

“Ohhh, that explains it!” Inuoka laughed. “He’s been smiling more!”

“Wait, wait,” Lev said, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Who is she?!”

Kenma, of course, didn’t even look up. “Probably the person who brought him those snacks last week.”

Kuroo’s grin widened. “Snacks?”

Yaku froze. “KENMA!”

Kenma blinked, pretending to be innocent. “You told me not to tell anyone.”

“Then why did you—ugh!” Yaku buried his face in his hands.

Kuroo was already cackling. “Yaku, you’ve been hiding snacks from us? From me?”

“They weren’t for you!” Yaku snapped, face burning. Lev gasped dramatically again. “So they were from her!”

Yaku glared daggers at him. “Lev, if you don’t shut up—”

Kuroo cut in, smirking. “Was it a ‘thanks for helping me’ kind of snack, or a ‘I like you’ kind of snack?”

“I will end you,” Yaku muttered.

“‘I like you,’” Kenma said flatly.

That set off another explosion of laughter.

“Kenma!” Yaku shouted, mortified.

Kenma shrugged. “You blushed when you opened the box.”

“I DID NOT!”

“You did,” Kenma said. “Your ears turned red.”

Lev pointed dramatically. “They’re turning red right now!”

“BECAUSE YOU’RE ALL ANNOYING!”

Kuroo was laughing so hard he had to sit down. “Oh man, this is better than I expected.”

Yaku tried to storm out, but Kuroo caught his shoulder. “Come on, don’t be mad. We’re happy for you.”

Yaku hesitated, grumbling. “You’re not happy for me, you’re enjoying my suffering.”

“Both can be true,” Kuroo said cheerfully. Kenma, still playing, added, “You should thank her. You’ve been less scary lately.”

Yaku groaned, running a hand through his hair. “You guys are impossible.”

Kuroo leaned closer, teasing but softer now. “Seriously, though. She’s good for you. You smile more.”

That earned him a glare that didn’t quite stick. “…You’re imagining things.”

“Maybe,” Kuroo said, still smiling. “But if she makes our libero a little happier, I’ll take it.”

Yaku’s expression softened—barely—before he grabbed his bag and muttered, “You all talk too much.”

As he left, Lev whispered loudly, “He didn’t deny it that time!”

Kuroo grinned. “Heh progress.”

Kenma smirked faintly. “He’s blushing.”

“I’M NOT!” Yaku’s voice echoed down the hallway—followed by the door slamming shut.

The whole team burst out laughing.

Later, when the gym finally quieted, Kuroo walked past the bench and noticed Yaku’s phone left behind, lighting up with a text.

The name on the screen was yours.

Kuroo smiled, shaking his head. “Yeah, he’s doomed.”

※Lev Haiba☆ミ

The sound of sneakers squeaking and volleyballs bouncing had finally faded from Nekoma’s gym. The team lingered as always, cooling down, chattering, stretching—or in Kenma’s case, quietly existing in a corner with his Switch.

Lev, however, was on another planet.

He was sprawled across the floor, grinning so wide it looked painful, humming something tuneless under his breath. Every few seconds he giggled. Actually giggled.

It was suspicious.

Kuroo, towel around his neck, squinted down at him. “Alright, Haiba. What’s with the face?”

Lev blinked up. “Huh?”

“That stupidly happy look,” Yaku said, arms crossed. “You didn’t even block any spikes today, so it can’t be volleyball.”

Lev clutched his chest dramatically. “Ow, Yaku-san! That hurt!”

Yaku sighed. “Answer the question, beanpole.” Lev’s grin somehow got wider. “It’s nothing! Just a good day!”

Kenma didn’t even look up. “You’re too loud for ‘nothing.’”The others were starting to notice too. Inuoka was grinning. Kai had that oh no, here it comes expression.

Finally, Kuroo crouched beside him, a catlike smile on his face. “Lev…did this ‘good day’ happen to involve someone?”

Lev sat up fast, eyes wide. “What?! No!”

Everyone stared.

He flailed. “Okay, maybe!”

The gym erupted.

“Maybe?!” Yaku yelled. “That’s the same as yes!”

“Oh, Lev!” Inuoka said, laughing. “Who is she?”

Kenma muttered, “He’s not going to shut up about this for weeks.”

Lev’s ears went pink. He waved his arms, talking way too fast. “It’s not like that! We just—she—uh—wanted to watch practice sometime! I said yes! That’s it!”

Kuroo’s grin turned positively evil. “Oh, that’s it? You invited her to watch practice? Our Lev’s bringing a fan to the gym now?”

Lev sputtered. “No! She’s just curious! She—uh—likes volleyball!”

“Sure she does,” Yaku said dryly.

Lev groaned, burying his face in his hands. “You guys are the worst.”

Kenma, in his usual monotone, said, “You say that, but you’re still smiling.”

And he was. His whole face was lit up, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

“Fine!” he blurted, springing to his feet. “She’s really nice, okay? She brought me coffee, and said my serves looked good, and—”

Kuroo choked. “Wait, she complimented your serves?” Yaku fell over laughing. “That’s how you know it’s serious.”

Lev’s blush deepened to crimson. “You’re all jealous!” he yelled, pointing at them dramatically.

“Jealous?” Yaku gasped between laughs. “I’m just impressed anyone survives a date with you talking this much.”

Kenma finally paused his game long enough to glance up. “He’ll scare her away before the warm-up’s over.”

“HEY!” Lev shouted. “You’re supposed to be my friends!”

Kuroo stood, clapping him on the shoulder, half-laughing, half-proud. “We are, Lev. And that’s why we’re going to be right here when she comes to watch practice.”

Lev froze in horror. “You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, we would,” Yaku said, grinning wickedly.

Kenma nodded. “I’ll even record it.”

Lev let out a dramatic groan, collapsing to the floor again. “You’re all evil!”

Kuroo chuckled. “You love us.”

Lev peeked up from under his arm, pouting but still smiling. “...Yeah, I guess I do.”

Kuroo ruffled his hair. “Good. Because we’re definitely telling Coach she’s your ‘motivation.’”

“KUROO-SAN!”

The gym filled with laughter—loud, teasing, genuine. Lev’s protests didn’t help; if anything, they made everyone laugh harder.

And when practice finally wrapped up for real, Kuroo caught him smiling again, phone in hand, typing something fast.

He didn’t say anything this time—just nudged Yaku and nodded toward Lev’s grin.

“Look at that,” Kuroo said quietly. “Our giant idiot’s growing up.”

Yaku smirked. “Yeah, but he’s still our idiot.”

Lev didn’t hear them—too busy rereading your text and grinning all over again.

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Synopsis: Telling the Timeskip!Hq characters to bark for you

•Barks immediately, zero shame, zero Hesitation. They are down bad for you and will get on their knees wearing puppy ears and bark. If you’d ask. They put effort into earning pussy.

—Atsumu Miya, Terushima Yuuji, Nishinoya Yuu, Tanaka Ryūnosuke, Hinata Shoyo, Bokutō Kōtarō, Oikawa Tooru, Hanamaki Takahiro

•Only stares at you half weirded out. Will not bark for you ever. Still loves you either way, just not that much out of various reasons.

—Tsukishima Kei, Aone Takanobu, Akaashi Keiji, Kozume Kenma, Shizume Kiyoko, Kita Shinsuke, Iwaizumi Hajime, Ojiro Aran, Sakusa Kiyoomi

•Hesitantly begins to bark really really bad like: “Roof, Roof” or smth. You get the ick. At least they tried.

—Ushijima Wakatoshi, Kageyama Tobio, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Lev Haiba, Fukunaga Shohei, Goshiki Tsutome, Hitoka Yachi, Komori Motoya

•Only barks when really horny and desperate, but does it well. They get crazy when horny. Probably ghosts you after.

—Osamu Miya, Suna Rintarō, Ukai Keishin, Kuroo Tetsuro, Konoha Akinori, Matsukawa Issei, Futakuchi Kenji, Yaku Morisuke, Semi Eita, Tanaka Saeko

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a/n: English isn’t my first language, criticism is welcomed but please be nice. Likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! Do not steal or copy my work.

basically just an s/o who sasses them all the time, loves to tease and talk back, and loves punishment hehe :3

haikyuu brat taming headcanons (nsfw)

loved this idea! just didn't have the format for when it got requested, then it got buried. tbh kuroo was the hardest to place out of all the names!!

warnings. heavy nsfw. minors DNI

characters. bokuto, nishinoya, oikawa, suga, kuroo, shohei, osamu, tendou, kentarou, daichi, atsumu, mattsun, iwa, tsukki, suna, sakusa, kenma, kageyama, aone, asahi, ushijima, lev, koganegawa, hinata, akaashi, yamaguchi details. lots of kink discussion. (implied mutual understanding, consent, and communication) aged up characters.

links. my masterlist. my ao3. more haikyuu. my imagines. requests open.

spoils you in and out of the bedroom. this guy has too much love in his heart to ever catch a stern tone with you, and especially doesn't like to use his strength against you. that being said-- he will hold you down after your fourth orgasm, as you squirm and tremble, cursing at him that it's too much- you can't take it- and the like. he still kisses you through it, call you his pretty girl, but it doesn't change the fact that you do need to learn some manners. you love that you can never make him upset, and learn to love his endurance, the way he grins and baby-talks you through your tears, because he finds it so cute that you always think you can get away with being such a brat. (BOKUTO, OIKAWA, kuroo, suga, nishinoya)

bondage, blindfolding, restriction. something about robbing you of a sense after you act up has no other match. you're so confident until your hands are tied, useless, behind your back or above your head. he can leave you like that for as long as it takes for you to apologize, or admit that you're wrong. it's usually paired with some type of slow, and cruel play that keeps you just stimulated enough to enjoy it, before he steals it back. it's the most absolute reminder of control and dominance; he's the type to kiss you through a long, and difficult type of tie, because you're too pretty not to taste while he's rendering your arms at your sides, or restricting how much you can breathe. probably the most patient, and twisted, form of punishment. (SHOHEI, osamu, TENDOU, kentarou, AKAASHI)

spanking, striking. loves seeing a clear print of his oversized hand across your skin. he knows you love it, too. that's why you keep pulling petty bullshit to get bent over his knee again, and again, and again. tears might be pricking your eyes, you might yelp- but you can't help but look back, a bitten back smile once the sharp pain becomes a lasting sting. you'll bite him just to get a little lovetap across your face, because you love watching his surprise shift rapidly into this possessive, corrective arousal. it gives you a sense of connection beyond what kissing, or even sex, can give. because, really, who else is going to look at you like that, all preoccupied, full of lust, but secretly attentive, after they hurt you? (DAICHI, ATSUMU, mattsun, IWA)

denial is his game. he takes his time already, keeping you on your toes, frustrated and needy-- he's ultra gentle despite his ability and disposition, never wanting to let you get a true taste of what he can give you if it isn't earned. time with him is filled with baited breath, muffled, almost-there whines, and shaky fingers that stay clenched, only to yourself. don't think he doesn't notice it, just because it isn't explicit. that's his purpose. to read you, analyze you, like a slowburn, steamy novel. he can fuck you so good, but he won't. he wants you to be desperate. be a good girl first, then he'll let you cum. (TSUKKI, suna, sakusa, KENMA, kageyama)

not much of a 'tamer.' while usually opting for a softer, guiding vibe in the bedroom, if provoked enough, he will not just roll over. when he understands what you're trying to do -get a rise out of him- he wears a stern squeeze in his brow. he's all focused on your smile, calculating, like you've just spoken another language. he wouldn't strike you, and doesn't enjoy giving verbal harassment, because when would he ever need to learn those skills? he's gigantic and intimidating. all he needs to do is remind you that you probably shouldn't be barking up the wrong tree. a big, strong hand squeezes around your throat, he finds just the right position to show you that you can't move under him, and a whisper, asking you, "what did you just say?" that's all you need to be subdued. (AONE, ASAHI, ushijima)

he would hardly know what to do with you. the idea of domination/submission, brats/brat tamers probably gets him hard, but there's not enough blood to share between his brain cells and his dick to play around with you the way that you're trying to instigate. he would need to be taught how to fill that role long before you could get what you wanted out of him. (LEV, KOGANEGAWA, hinata, yamaguchi)

notes. if the name is in caps, then i felt like their category is 100% in my brain. if the name just lowercase, then i felt like they could easily be in another one too. rlly liked writing this!

taglist. @integers @paradoxicalwritings @yuchacco @megapteraurelia

links. my masterlist. requests open.

→ the taxi is headed to nekoma high !!

fare price: your heart

; how nekoma boys fell for you at first sight.

Holding your hand !

He was totally looking at you with heart eyes, just the sight of your divine face as your juice was leeking out, filled him with ego. "Ah— baby that's right..!" He exclaimed as he rushed to put two fingers to stop the leakage. Your hole clenching at the process.

His other palm caressing the back of your own palm. "Feel me, yeah? say something sweetheart.." His voice slurred already fucked.. God he loved when he could feel you this close. The sounds of your breath panting as you felt his lips grazing the back of your palm.

You were too fucked out, can't do anything much as your eyes was almost cowering from his stature. "Fucked you dumb, ya can't speak with me..?" He pouted, his smile drooped down to a small frown.

"t's alright, love.. I'll make you go dumb on my cock."

Bokuto Koutaro, Nishinoya Yuu, Haiba Lev. (any other character also works)

Immediately records it !

He had grabbed the phone from your nightstand, yes.. his clear case phone that had a polaroid of you two kissing. As he pampered your face with kisses. "Look up here, pretty.."

His velvety voice bounced off the walls as you whined. Your tear stained face makes him want to pound you more. Even with the flashlight on your face– you didn't mind how lewd you look. Your eyes stare back at the camera, as you stuck out your tongue like a puppy.

"Mmm, so good.. just for me yeah?" He whispers as his hand, with his phone immediately zooms into your puckering hole. It was filled, of course albeit to him. "It's oozing out of you.." He whispered, you couldn't help but whine.

You hesitantly bring two of your fingers down immediately, grazing your flesh just to insert it in. To keep it all in there. He chuckled as he stopped the recording, immediately taking pictures of your form.

"That's right baby, put me in your womb yeah..?"

Miya Atsumu, Oikawa Toruu, Suna Rintarō. (any other character also works)

Keeps thrusting !

He doesn't care how sensitive he was, he just kept pounding into you. The slaps of flesh heard throughout the entirety of the room. "no— more..!" You huffed through your tears, trying to stop them as you wiped.

"Not when you grip me so tight, baby..!" He exclaimed as his hips rocked back into you. His hands against the headboard, as your back sprawled out on the messy sheets. No he didn't want to pull out now.. not when you'll leak all of his cum out. Hell no.

Your cries were heard, poor neighbours but you didn't care about that much. He knew you loved it when people could hear you both get so dirty with eachother. "Fuck– s'tight ahh.. you're close yeah?" He also did not give a flying fuck if he already came before you, it just aided when he feels you tighten around him.

"S'fast.. wait.." Your bit your lip and he tapped your chin. You looked up at him as he pulled your bottom lip down, it glossed with your tears. "No no, let me hear you scream.." He chuckled so loudly as you were slammed once again.

"Cover up your voice again– I'll fuck you twice as hard again."

Kuroo Tetsuro, Tsukishima Kei, Iwaizumi Hajime. (any other character also work.)

pairing: various x reader

genre: headcanons ; fluff

warning(s): none

a/n: this is an old post i uploaded on my hq blog from 2020. this was one of my favorites so I thought it was be nice to post it again. back then, i went with the ones i wrote for so i'm keeping it just the way it is. i’m really sorry if your favorite isn’t there. i hope you guys like them !!

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atsumu, ushijima, daichi ⥼ the sweetheart cradle. i personally think this would be his go to cuddling position. his arm wrapped around you, holding you close while he lays on his back, your head buried deep into his chest while you inhale the scent of his cologne. most definitely pats or strokes your head as a sign of comfort or whispers nothing but comforting words to you. 

suna, kageyama, tsukishima ⥼ the leg hug. i don’t know why, but this is definitely you guy’s go to. the two of you would be chilling on either one’s bed, sleeping, on the phone, playing games etc. while one of your legs are entangled together. it’s much more relaxing to him and you both get the physical contact you were craving from each other. 

oikawa, sugawara, kita, asahi ⥼ the honeymoon hug. oikawa loves the physical affection between you two and whenever he’s feeling touch starved this is his go to. the both of you are entwined together, holding the other tight, arms wrapped around each other - almost as if refusing to let go. his chin (or yours) is delicately propped up on top of yours. he can feel your breath against the crook of his neck and he adores it. sometimes find him or yourself peppering soft kisses on the other. 

bokuto, lev, yamaguchi ⥼ the spoon. he loves cuddling, especially when it’s with you. he mostly loves cuddling after a long day a practice when he’s beat and worn out.  he lives for having his arms securely around your torso while your back is pressed up against his chest. you would sometimes find his hands caressing your sides or arms and he’d be eager to leave the most tender kisses against the back of your neck. 

hinata, osamu, noya, tanaka ⥼ the butt pillow. you or him laying on your stomach while the other has their head propped up on your butt. also an easy way to tease his s/o. he loves it. the “best pillow in the room” and the only one you guys want to lay your head against. it’s common if he strokes/caresses your leg, might even draw an invisible heart on it. 

tendou, kuroo, iwaizumi, semi ⥼ the cradle. he enjoys when you're laying on top of him, legs on either side of his body, cradling him while his arms hold you firm against his chest. you listen to the sound of his heartbeat and almost find yourself falling asleep to the soothing, rhythmic sound. 

kenma, sakusa, akaashi ⥼ the lap pillow. he’s fond of laying his head in your lap and often finds himself doing it every time he comes over to your place and vice versa. play with his hair, stroke his cheek with your finger, boop his nose, bend over to place kisses on his face - all of them would make him melt. loves peering up at your face from that angle and admires just how attractive you are. 

includes: oikawa, iwaizumi, lev, kenma, kuroo

texts with your bf!!

tags, established relationship, comedy, fluff

warnings oh no profanity!?

a/n: hey guys (imagine me whispering) I’m writing this in class so there isn’t a lot of them… I hope that’s okay..