Reader is fem. Everything else is ambiguous! One Shot
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SUMMARY: Reader is a stereotypical popular girl, cheer captain, and adored by practically everyone. However, she's got a big fat massive crush on the only guy who seems to be uninteresed in her, Kenma Kozume.
Maybe I'll write Kenma's POV if this gets enough likes
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"Seriously? The volleyball team's setter?" Your friend, Haru, raised an eyebrow, a snicker leaving her lips, "You've gotta be kidding! Isn't he, like, a massive loser?" She questioned, disbelief practically littered in every word she threw. She sat up on your bed, her legs crossed, arms hugging a pillow while she waited for an answer.
"No! He's so cute and – Oh my god, it's so hot when he's playing... " You sigh, laying on your stomach, elbows digging into the mattress while your hands held your head up. You kick your feet in the air at the mere thought of the setter, "How on Earth am I supposed to get his attention? It's like he sees right through me! " You basically squeal in frustration.
Being popular is great and all, but everyone is just so obsessed with your every move and since you were basically THE girl, it was so easy for people to get wrapped up in your business. Even your dating experience!
It doesn't help that the boy who's got your heart in his hands is the one and only Kenma Kozume. He was quiet, and when he wasn't he was softspoken, he didn't bother with people — instead, he was constantly wrapped up in video games. Even sneaking off during lunch just to play them. People just don't bother him as much because of his performance in the volleyball team.
To you, Kenma was the cutest boy on the planet. In class, you find your eyes gazing onto his lean silhoutte, his pudding coloured hair, and his cat-like features. However, no matter how close you were to him and how many times you tried to indirectly grab his attention, it was like he barely even acknowledged your existence.
Despite it, you were completely determined.
Although, maybe this was all a fantasy that could never happen. He wasn't interested in you – but maybe. Just maybe, you could win his heart.
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At school, you couldn't keep your eyes off of him. Wherever he was, you would slyly follow – unfortunately, there were many who tried to do the same with you. When a guy tried asking you out, you looked straight past him, giving him half-assed answers while you admired Kenma.
It was getting harder to hide, really. Your group managed to pick up on it, and surprisingly, they didn't care as much as you thought they would. If anything, they were glad you finally started liking someone. They still think he's a little weird, though.
What was a bit annoying was how they'd relentlessly tease you for your apprehension whenever they mentioned you making a move. You weren't used to being ignored, especially when boys basically hand you things on a silver spoon for just existing.
"Y/N, just talk to him! I promise you, there's gonna be no way in hell you'll be ignored." All of your friends agreed with Haru, her statements being echoed. Their affirmations did end up encouraging you, which earnt a collective sigh of relief. Hearing you ramble about Kenma was almost as tiring as cheer practice.
"Can we go to his game next week, pleeaase? " You pleaded at the lunch table, clasping your hands together, "We can use the excuse of... Uh. Cheering for them! Yeah! "
"We have to be there to do that anyway, remember? "
"Oh. Yeah."
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Before his game, you kept trying to get his attention. You managed to gather up the courage to talk to him in class... However, your attempts were in vain, considering how condescenion practically dripped from every word that came from you. Which would result in. Well.
"And then I said that he was surprisingly fit for someone like him! " You cried in embarrassment , "Like, WHO SAYS THAT?! I'M SO STUPID. "
Attempt two went a lot better than the first. You chose your words carefully, and gave him a bunch of sweets. Which made him utter more than 5 words your way. God, he sounded so angelic, his voice was basically like an orchestral melody to you.
"You know, I thought you'd be meaner. " He stated, eyes glued to his switch, "Thanks for the sweets, L/N. "
You say goodbye quickly since your heart was practically about to rip through your chest at the rate it was beating.
Later on, you overhear a small snippet of a conversation he was having with Kuroo.
"How are you so normal with L/N?! Deadass if I were you I'd die on the spot just by having her look at me! " Kuroo was rambling with disbelief, as if Kenma had committed a sin, "She definitely has a thing for you. "
" There's no way she's just doing it cause she likes me." Kenma responds, his tone hushed – almost ashamed, "I wish she did, though. "
"Me too. You don't have any game at all. It physically hurt when I saw you fumble the girl you've liked since freshman year. "
... Oh.
You froze in place, he liked you for years and you never noticed. You've been admiring him this entire year and you never noticed. The moment you snap back to reality, you run back to your friends and share the news.
"HE LIKES ME. HE'S LIKED ME SINCE FRESHMAN YEAR. " You declare, jumping with glee, while your friends basically screamed with excitement with you.
"We told you he'd liked you and you didn't listen!"
"I'm so telling him after his game. Should I get him something? Like... A new PS5? I'm getting it for him. "
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The day finally came. It was a game between Nekoma and some other team that you couldn't remember the name of. You were at the front of the bleachers with your squad, dressed in the cheer uniform that your school had newly altered. The logo of Nekoma High plastered in the center of the red shell.
It was evident that you had been glued onto Kenma, and maybe you were reading into it, but it seemed like he was playing better than usual. He was on court for way more time, his sets were unusually accurate as usual and the way his carried himself just seemed so different from the previous game. At one point, you had your squad cheer his name out when he smugly dumped the ball on the other team.
In the end, they won 4 sets to 1. Which was nothing out of the ordinary for Nekoma.
"You guys can head along. " You tell your squad, "I need to go to Kenma. " You say, grabbing the giftbag you had brought with you, along with another bag with even more trinkets in it.
"Goodluck, Y/N! We know you've got this! " Your team cheered you on, giving you a few celebratory and encouraging words before you go to ease out your nervousness.
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You waited outside the stadium, the cool air biting against your skin. The sky was painted with a beautiful blue fading into a pink while the sun slowly set in the distance. The clouds were airbrushed in, while the sound of birds singing were carried by the breeze. You place the bags down carefully while you waited by the exit.
A few minutes had passed and you hear the chatter and steps of the team slowly approaching. When they all come out, your eyes flitter between all the members before you spot Kenma, who had Kuroo's arm slung around his shoulders, ruffling his hair with his other hand. Kenma had an adorable frustrated expression plastered on his face, telling Kuroo to quit it.
"Kenma! " You call out his name, waving your arm, "I need to talk to you! "
All the boys basically stop in their tracks when they see you, and a few teasing voices and words emit from each one of them, especially Kuroo and Lev. Kenma looked around for a moment, pointing at himself with a confused look. You nod in response, and all of his teammates basically usher him over to you since he seemed too apprehensive to go by himself.
When you two are left with eachother's company, you can feel the eyes of the others locked onto the two of you, which gave another sense of awkwardness layered onto the mutual nervousness you and Kenma felt.
"So... Uhm.." The colour of red spreads across your face, while you bring up both bags, handing it to him before you continue the rest of your jittery and unplanned speech. Kenma took them with astonishment, his mouth opening and closing as if he was about to say something but he couldn't seem to get the words out.
"I just wanted to say congratulations! " You start, fidgeting with your necklace, "andthatIreallyreallylikeyou. Okay bye!" You abruptly kiss him on cheek before running away immediately. Kenma stands there, frozen, while all the guys yelled at him to chase after you.
Which he did.
Before you got too far, he called out your name which made your frantic attempt to run away come to a halt. You turn your head, just to see him a few steps away, hands on his knees, huffing and puffing, trying to catch his breath. You giggle, deciding not to make life harder for him, you walk toward him.
You give him a second to collect himself, and when he stands up straight, he grabs your hands, looking into your eyes.
"I like you too, Y/N. So so much, ever since our first year. I never thought you'd like me, so I never tried to talk to you – I'm sorry. "
"What are you sorry for, Kozume? Just knowing you like me back is like, more than enough. " You pull your hand back from him, moving it to caress the side of his face, "I'm sorry I never noticed. "
You grab onto the collar of his volleyball uniform, pulling him into a kiss. He's caught completely offguard, but before you knew it, he melted into the kiss, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer.
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"Yo, what the fuck?! She got him an entire PS5 and– " Kuroo exclaimed, rummaging through the bags.
"Leave his stuff alone, nosy bitch. " Yaku cut him off, practically dragging him away from the bags.
embarrassment after a burp or belly noise is so cute. and someone soothing the embarrassed person after by lovingly patting or rubbing their tummy to let them know they care about their tummy, want their belly to feel relaxed and comfortable, and kindly assuring them they shouldn't be embarrassed about their digestive system's natural functions, like burps and gurgles. then kissing them on the lips and belly and continuing to comfort their stomach while the person feels all soft, vulnerable, and cared for inside, but even more embarrassed from all this attention on their pudgy little belly and digestive process.
Hi!! Hope your having a good day(or night)! I got a couple of potential ideas for you to choose from.
How about the Sanses with a S/O that loves to talk about them to just about everyone. The neighbors, the family friend, the random stranger they bumped into, they even do it to the skeleton themselves! S/O cant help it, they love to gush about them! (Gosh help the skeletons if their S/O was on TV)
And if you already potentially done a similar request or would like something different...how about a S/O who has a nervous habit of hiding behind people they are comfortable with. So let say someone comes up to S/O and startles them (unintentionally or not) so S/O yelps and runs right behind the Sanses.
Oh! Oh! And final idea! S/O that baked a delicious dessert of your choice, the dessert is so good the Sanses cant help but always want it, but surprise! It was a trap to get them to come into the room to get scolded for something they did (also your pick on what they did to get scolded for lol)
Thank you, I really enjoy your writing style, have a great day! 🩷
Hiii! 👋
I couldn’t choose, they were all fun!
Covers his face with his hands and tries to melt into the ground. “Can I die now? Can the embarrassment finally kill me please?”
Fresh, Comic, Outer, Dream, Passive, Swap, Ccino, Template, Red
Thrilled about it. Knowing that he takes up so much of your thoughts is definitely a confidence booster for him. (Especially the possessive ones)
Reaper, Syrah, Nightmare, Killer, Horror, Dust, Error, Swad, Shattered, Bill
Smiles through their suffering and dramatically complaints to you in private. He wants to remain unknooowwwn. Please stop, at least three people have walked up to him, knowing who he was before he’d even opened his mouth.
Blue, Heart, Geno, Cross, Swan
“… that’s not normal?”
Plum, Cherrybomb, Ink, Pale
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Thinks it’s the cutest thing, and it definitely soothes that need to be seen as your protector.
If you’re just startled, and not in any actual danger, he snickers about how much of a scaredy cat you are. If you are genuinely afraid (especially of a person), he goes full guard dog mode.
Red, Nightmare, Horror, Dust, Error, Swan, Shattered, Bill
Slightly worried that your little habit might be a sign of abuse or something, but he’s happy to be your shield if it makes you feel better.
Sulking the whole time. Staring at the floor and kicking his feet like a grumpy teenager. Can he at least have some of the dessert you tricked him with?
Blue, Red, Ink, Passive, Heart, Fresh
He’s pouting. So disappointed that he doesn’t get dessert that the scolding almost doesn’t register.
Consider, the office of Professor Remus Lupin while he is the godfather of Harry Potter. The bulletin board divided into two : one half is all his students' work, notices, achievements etc. and the other half is Harry. Baby pictures, drawings, photographs of small moments, the first time Sirius ever held Harry, report cards, you know the usual.
When Harry's friends swing by (and they always do) he ensures to show them the photo where Harry lost his first tooth.
Remus assures Harry that it is his duty as his father to embarrass him.
I answered back, trying to sound like nothing was wrong, but the only thing that could have gone bad had gone HoRrIbLy. I placed my slightly trembling fingers on the knob, gradually twisting it. Through the small crack of the door, I saw Michael. This time, his eyes were pointed strictly at my face, completely avoiding my chest, which I was hugging tightly with both arms.
"Do you need anything?" Michael asked.
"Maybe... like an extra shirt, possibly?"
I hoped that he would be kind enough to let me borrow one. Luckily, he nodded and quickly stepped away, heading toward his room.
(Michael’s POV)
Water was still dripping from my hair as I walked into my room. Randy turned around from the bed, watching me pull fresh clothes out of my dresser. Instantly, my heart started to beat a little faster.
"You're getting out of the pool so early?" Randy asked.
"No."
"Why are you getting a shirt then?"
"No reason..." I muttered, quickly scurrying back out of the room before he could ask anything else.
As I got closer and closer to the bathroom, my mind began to race. Wow, I never would’ve expected this to happen. Maybe… I could try to look one more time? No, I'm a gentleman... Well, maybe not this time.
(Y/N’s POV)
I was shivering from the cold, but then I heard footsteps in the hallway followed by the same three knocks. This time, I opened the door a bit more confidently, swinging it wider.
Michael handed me a dry shirt. I looked up at him and noticed that he was... blushing?
I decided to ignore it in the moment, but the second I closed the door, the harsh reality hit me. I realized exactly why his face was red. In my rush to grab the shirt, I was no longer covering my chest.
No wonder he was blushing! I felt like I wanted to pass away right then and there from sheer mortification.
Peeling off my wet shirt—which now felt like ice against my skin—I quickly pulled his warm, cologne-scented shirt over my torso. Once I was changed, I opened the door and saw Michael sitting on the sofa near the entrance. Still burning with embarrassment, I made a sudden decision.
"I should go now," I told him quickly.
Michael tilted his head down toward the floor, looking visibly disappointed. But by the time he looked back up to protest, I was already exiting through the front door.
The second I got back to my own house, I collapsed onto my bed and plastered my face directly into my pillow. But almost immediately, the phone on my nightstand started to ring. Annoyed, I dragged myself up and answered it, only to hear a frantic voice on the other end:
"I’m SOOO sorry for pushing you!"
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Three alien men decided to go on a trip to the primitive planet of Earth. Rather than go by ship which would’ve taken two years, even with wormhole technology, they opted to project their consciousnesses into three earth men. Of course that meant feeling the foreign sensations of male human bodies.
They took the bodies of Derek, in the black speedo, Al in the red, and Cade in the blue. They had done research on earth customs and culture and even on the lives of the bodies they would be inhabiting for the duration of their trip. Each of these men had a wife and two of them had grown children at home.
When the alien buddies beamed their minds into these men, Derek, Al, and Cade were in the middle of a photoshoot for their town’s calendar.
“Now put your butts together and scooch back towards each other,” the photographer instructed the men.
The aliens, not wanting to blow their cover so easily, obeyed the man and put their muscular man pussies together. They began feeling a stirring in their respective speedos. They found themselves pushing back on each other forcefully and enjoying the stimulation. The photographer was hollering in delight as he got the event on film.
They had assumed they would be straight in these human bodies, as the men were each married to women. But in each passing moment they found themselves curious for their new sexual compatibility with one another. The photographer offered them a break since they were fully erect in their swimwear. They took the break happily and went into the one person bathroom together.
The three men had never had any sexual interest in each other back on their home planet. Their species didn’t experience sexual gratification, after all. But these human bodies were horny, and feeling that was as powerful as an intoxicant. It wasn’t long before they figured out how to put two and two together. They had researched straight sex prior to the trip, anticipating that they would have sex with their human wives at some point, but all they needed in order to figure out gay sex was their strong desire to mate with one another. They took turns fucking each other until they had each came a heavy load. Then they used the sink to wash up so that they could return to their calendar photoshoot.
The real Derek, Al, and Cade were trapped in their minds experiencing everything the alien hijackers chose to do with their bodies. At first they were screaming for them to stop with the gay sex and cheating on their wives, but eventually they gave into the hedonism and let themselves experience the sexual ecstasy granted by the debauchery of the vacationing aliens.
The aliens stayed in their human host bodies for a month. They had gotten very good at creating excuses for getting away from their host families and breeding each other’s middle aged man holes. By the time the consciousness imposition was over and they were sent back to their alien bodies, the three human men were changed mentally. They would continue the trend of lying to their wives and meeting up for dl sex. They secretly wanted to thank the aliens who temporarily stole their lives and accidentally sexually liberated them.
