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iwaasfairy · 7 months

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tw. ddlg, noncon, daddy kink, dom & sub themes, forced threesome, patronization, manipulation, objectification, size kink wordcount. 4.4k

a/n. ♡ i wish i could have done more about this idea but i gave myself a bit of a word count limit for kinktober but don't be surprised if i end up writing more for this in the future jhydgusgfy i wanted to go more extreme but i was a bit bummed by the self imposed limitations kHdyugs iT IS What it is ily thank you for reading

miya atsumu x fem!reader x miya osamu

You’re pouting somethin’ fierce, and thick crocodile tears bead your lash line like diamonds.

Osamu’s not entirely sure when it started. If it started at all. Maybe things just happened to play out this way, and it was entirely coincidental, a whisper in the grander scheme of your relationship with his brother - all too small to mention. Maybe safer to say, he’s not sure when he started noticing it— but once he began, there was nothing to keep him from seeing it too vividly in every interaction.

You’ve been with Tsumu since your last year together in high school. Stuck with him through thick and thin, every busy month, each and every match and scandal and fallout - and Osamu’s nothing but grateful for that. You make him happy, Hell, even a blind man could see how the blond blossoms open when you’re around. Becoming a more grown, dependable version of himself. Some days Osamu blinks and it’s like his mirror image has far surpassed his own grounded maturity, leaving him behind in the dust. And it’s definitely you that brings that out in him - and he’s grateful.

But — he remembers the early days. More than maybe anyone else, Osamu remembers that it wasn’t always this way. You were definitely more soft and gentle than they were as teens, but you were no shrinking violet either. A decade ago, Atsumu would’ve been caught dead underestimating ya like he does with a glitter in his eye now. Like it’s a game the two of you are clued in on. Osamu’s eyes glide over the scene painted before him, sipping his beer from the couch.

“Aw, pet, you’ve gotta watch where yer goin’. C’mere, did that hurt?” Atsumu is knelt before you, cupping your face between two rough palms, as he kisses up and down your face. Your wobbly sniffles get hidden in his chest when he pulls you in, and rubs your back like you’re a toddler with a scraped knee. Your hands fist into his shirt before you take a deep breath, going up in his warmth. And his twin beams like he’s the happiest man on the planet, before going to pick you up with a bit too much practiced ease.

Osamu’s not against the pda. You’ve always been touchy, and Tsumu’s a clingy bastard at the best of times. “‘M so sorry, baby. Daddy almost walked straight over ya.” It’s more that he has a problem with. He looks away when Atsumu’s hands slide down to grip your ass and squeeze you extra close, looking down for another kiss that you give like it’s been practiced a hundred times. He’s not sure if the slight pout you have on is truly the pain though, or more the embarrassment he can see creep up your ears and cheeks.

“I’m sorry for getting in the way,” you whisper back, and by the time Osamu looks up Atsumu has made it back to the couch with a fresh beer, with you now positioned on his lap and wrapped around him like a baby koala. You don’t look over at him though, barely acknowledging the strange situation. Almost makes him feel like he’s the one that’s out of place, even though he came over on Atsumu’s request. Even though he was invited.

Samu takes another chug of his drink, before raising his brows, leaning in with an attempt to catch your eyes. “Yer not gonna have any? ‘S yer fridge we’re looting.” You only disconnect yourself from Atsumu’s chest to look at him with heat on your cheeks, perfectly treated hair shining as it falls along your shoulders.

“No, thank you. Atsum- uhm- d-daddy doesn’t let me have any unless we’re going out. It makes me get all bloated, so ‘s better I don’t.” Your long lashes flutter, before you smile again, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “I appreciate you looking out for me, Samu.” There’s a beat of silence where his twin seems to give him a look -one he can’t really make out- where Atsumu puts his own beer aside to pull you closer by your hips and wrap his arms around you like you’re best molten to his front. “Hey,” you whisper then, and Atsumu looks up, “can I move? My knees hurt a little like this.”

“‘S that right? Ya wanna turn so you can look at Samu too?” His brilliant smile is almost bright enough to make him ignore the possessive hands that travel too far down when helping you turn, or the almost-subtle groan he lets out when you wiggle back onto his lap. Osamu stares off into the kitchen instead. “You wanna sit ‘n look at someone else ‘cause I won’t do anything. Is daddy not good ‘nough? Maybe I spoil ya a lil’ too rotten.”

“‘M not rotten~, I do like sitting in your lap,” you squeak out almost sadly, starting to leave little pecks all over Atsumu’s lips as if to shut him up. That would probably be good, Osamu thinks. He doesn’t want to consider the possibility that you’re actually tempering him, but it sure does seem like it. “I’m just tired.” And though your voice drops to an almost whisper, he’s too aware of your pouted, glossy lips to not hear every word. Your hands trail through his hair, sliding down his neck with each slow breath. “Just- Daddy, don’t be upset. I’m trying my best.”

You look almost pained to say it, not that his twin cares. “Please don’t get mad.” Anything else passes over Osamu’s head. He just places the empty bottle by his feet and tries to ignore the way you’re now draped onto Atsumu’s lap like you two will start dry humping any second.

“‘M not mad, pretty girl.” The blond grabs two handfuls of ass and rocks your waist against him, making you squeak, before he runs his tongue along his teeth with a noise. “I’m just thinkin’ that I don't want Samu ta see ya like this.”

You whimper when Atsumu’s mouth glides along your jaw and throat, falling back into the couch -crown brushing Osamu’s thigh- when his twin pushes and presses a few kisses down your throat and chest. “Alright, let’s go out.” Then he pulls back flushed, and gets you up along with him. “Before daddy ends up fucking that pretty pussy with a live audience.” He ushers you towards the door with a few pats on your butt. “Go an’ get yer shoes, I’ll tie yer laces for ya, little girl.”

“I- I can really do it myself, ‘s fine.”

It only makes Atsumu puff out his chest, and stare you down with a hungry stare. “Go on, baby. Yer little enough to need my help.” You don’t say anything, but there’s a tense breath of silence that covers the room before you look away with shame written all over your expression.

Osamu’s too speechless to do much but just stare at the side of his brother’s face, who barely shows any emotion other than enjoyment at all. Seriously. It’s not like you to let someone just walk all over you. Or at least, it wasn’t like you, as far as he was concerned. Things have clearly changed. He frowns. “Do ya really have ta talk about ‘er like that when I’m around, stupid Tsumu? Keep it in yer pants, wouldya?”

Instead of the normally snappy reply that he’d expect, the blond just shrugs, tugging at his waistband like the tightness is a little uncomfortable. “Can’t help it. She’s so fuckin’ cute whinin’ and crying out for me.” Brown irises find Osamu’s, and he smiles. “You’d feel the same if ya saw what she can do.” He pats his thighs when you come back from the hall, and holds out his hands. “Come ‘ere, little princess. Daddy’ll dress ya right up.”

Your frilly little implication of a dress is bunched around your hips as he lets you down from another bear hug, and puts on a slight pout. “I’ll be back soon, baby. They need an emergency setter for just an hour of practice. Maybe two.”

“It’s never just one hour.”

The overly whiny request only makes Atsumu glitter more, as his eyes flick down your body and his tongue is caught between his teeth. Truly, the guy has absolutely no decency. This was supposed to be a fun weekend away from work for the three of ya. Not that Atsumu seems bothered by that. After a few seconds he kisses your forehead though, letting you lean into his arms and looking ever so teenie tiny compared to your boyfriend -they’ve both filled out in both size and muscle since high school after all- and it becomes even more apparent when Tsumu squeezes you under his chin. “If ya need anything ya’ll ask Samu, alright? Just pretend he’s me.”

You bat your lashes at him, but let your grip on him slowly be peeled off. “... Okay. Can I have dinner while you’re gone?”

“Hm, sure.” The blond runs his fingers through his hair. “Daddy’s gonna miss ya. I’m not gonna be gone fer long.” Then he eyes him with a grin that Osamu kind of wants to slap off of his cheeks. “Thanks for ‘sittin ‘er.” He doesn’t reply with a smart remark about him treating you like a dog, and just gives a vague hum instead. With that he gives the brunet a quick wave, and gathers his phone and keys on his way to the door. You linger around the entrance a bit longer, before slowly returning to the dinner table with slightly heated cheeks. You tuck your knees to your chest when you sit and reach for one of the side dishes — and he can’t help but say it when the door falls into lock.

“So, what’s all that about?”

“Hm?” Your head drops to the side slightly as you put some pickled radish in your mouth and hum. “Mm, this ‘s really good, Samu! Can I have some?”

“Help yerself,” he nods, and also slides the plates you can’t reach closer. It’s not like he doesn’t understand it at all. You’ve got that sort of puppy-eyes look down, big and round and soft wherever you look, no matter who you’re talking to. It’s the kind of gentleness that calls for protection, and he’s not even the possessive type, but despite that the feeling of being needed sits on his chest and longs to come out. But still. He can’t help but think Atsumu’s overplaying his cards. “Seriously though. You know ya can tell my shitty brother no, right? I’ll straighten ‘em out for ya.”

The words seem to process for a moment, before you load some more food onto your utensils and swallow it with a little noise of thoughtfulness. “I- I don’t know. Atsumu says he likes being the provider. At first it was just little stuff he helped with, and I thought it was nice to be cared for.” You fumble a little with the chopsticks when a piece of fish is extra slippery, and smile when he helps you out and picks it up, carrying it towards your mouth. “You don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve fed myself instead of Tsumu doing it for me,” you softly mention. That’s weird, ain’t it? That’s definitely weird.

Still he’s carrying the food to your mouth, and be it instinct, or habit, you look too fuckin’ sweet waiting like a puppy for him to help out, big, doe-eyes and all.

You let the piece onto your tongue, before wrapping those pretty lips around and gratefully humming and — fuck. You don’t notice the way his brow ticks, but his stomach rolls with the realization. Instead of lingering too long on the implication that he might feel the same exact way as his twin, he lets you talk, after chewing for a while. “I just- I don’t like that he doesn’t ever take me seriously anymore. He thinks I can’t do anything by myself, even brushing my own teeth, or picking out clothes! It’s so- so frustrating-” you continue until you run out of air, and seem to suddenly realize who you’re talking to. “Oh, don’t tell Atsumu that. Please don’t tell him. He gets so upset and I don’t like it when he’s mad.”

Samu can’t help but just nod in agreement, not sure what else to say. He doesn’t think his brother would ever hurt ya. Then again, Samu also didn’t think his brother was much of a kink lifestyle sort of guy until the last few months— so clearly he doesn’t know everything anymore. And you seem… okay with it, right? He’s not sure, really. Would he even have the guts to tell Tsumu off if he was sure you weren’t? Instead of lingering on that uncomfortable possibility, he pivots. “Let’s watch somethin’? What do ya wanna see?”

Your eyes shimmer when they flick up, and you swallow before smiling. “Can I choose?” You wiggle in your seat. “Atsumu -w-well- daddy doesn’t let me watch scary stuff, but I’ve been dying to watch the Ring again.” You then lean into his space a little more, and he feels his heart skip a beat. “I assume I don’t have to snuggle up to you though? He did say to pretend you’re him but…” You wrap your thin sweater a little closer. “I’ll hold your hand? He can’t get mad that way.”

How can he say no when you’re staring at him with those fucken stars in your eyes? His fingers find yours on the table, and your hand feels way smaller and softer than his own work-worn ones. “Yeah, sure. But ya shouldn’t watch nothin’ ta give ya nightmares though…” The urge to pick you up and wrap you nice and safe in his embrace becomes stronger by the second, and his eyebrows furrow.

Atsumu is quick to descend on you in the safety of the separate room. His hands glide down your sides and hike up your shirt over your arms, before running his fingertips down the valley of your breasts. “Samu was nice to ya?”

“Mhm,” you bop your head a few times, shivering when the cooler air peaks your nipples and Tsumu brushes his thumb over them. “He was- r-really- ah daddy, that tickles.” Your voice trembles when he eyes you down, before letting his fingers trail down to your shorts instead. He motions your butt up and you lift yourself politely, letting him slide those down your legs too as he lifts one and starts placing kisses down your ankle up your leg. “You said we’d get ready for bed~”

“We are gettin’ ready,” his smile goes a little crooked when you bite your lip, “just curious ‘s all. Ya think Samu likes ya?” He lets you fall back onto the plush covers before walking into the ensuite and coming back with some skincare that he places unceremoniously onto the bedside table- and you frown. If your boyfriend asked you a few years ago, you’d assume he was just genuinely curious. About you getting along with his family, his twin, his other half. But now, there’s an agenda woven into the words. Always is.

“We get along well. Why?”

His lips jerk up, and with a simple shrug he continues. “He’s good too ya, ain’t he? An’ I’ve been thinking I want Samu to watch us some time.” You’re too shocked to say anything, but your mouth drops open. No.

No, it’s already embarrassing how he makes you whine and whimper like a pet for him when you’re alone. It’s embarrassing when he makes you call him daddy when there’s people around with no shame- like he gets off on it. But this- his hands find your face with a soaked cotton pad to start cleaning you with gentle motions, and you find your eyes starting to water. You hate that you’ve become this fragile little flower that can’t speak up when it matters. You’d like to think you’re still the same. But your lip wobbles too easily as Atsumu continues, and your voice cracks.

The mortification is too much to bear, it swallows you up whole. He couldn’t possibly make you. “I don’t want that.”

“What’s that?” he coos, eyelids hooded. He leans down to you more.

You push his hand away from your face and frown, but tears still spill over. You fucking hate being such a crybaby. “I don’t want Samu to watch us.” You still frown though, doing your best to blink away the waterworks. And instead of taking you seriously - of course - Tsumu tilts his head in that sort of understanding that you’re throwing a tantrum like a toddler might. But you’re serious. You mean it. His freshly washed hair falls over his brows, but his hands still find your shoulders to keep you in place below him.

“Aw, baby. Poor girl.” The soft rubbing of his thumb along your skin only makes you more shaky in that feeling, his eyes roaming your body before he pushes you back onto the bed and crawls onto it beside you, pulling you into his touch. It doesn’t escape you that you’re already naked and he’s still dressed, keeping you tight. “I didn’t mean to upset ya. Shhh, shhh, it’s okay.” You swallow, and push against his chest with a slight whimper - why can’t he take you seriously?

“I mean it, Atsumu.”

Before you can say anything else he pinches your cheek hard, and his dark brows lace together. “Don’t be rude.” The darkness fades quickly, but he still doesn’t show any intention of letting you go. In fact, because of his strength against you you’re only forced deeper into his embrace, head pressed to his warm chest. “Daddy’ll take care of you. Always do, don’t I?” You open your mouth to retort, but he interrupts again, and squishes your cheeks together before placing a few patient kisses onto your pouty lips. “Listen to daddy. It’ll be fine.”

It’s so frustrating.

You want to move. You want to remove yourself from the situation he’s putting you in, or put on some fucking clothes, and instead you’re being mocked by him. Once more you try to give him a push for some space, but because he barely feels it or pretends not to, you don’t make a dent. “Tsumu, I don’t want to have sex with your brother watching~” you end up crying out, feeling the tears well up again. “Get off of me.” You start wiggling, as his hand wraps around your wrist and forces it to wrap around his body, clamping your hands together behind his back as he rolls over and starts kissing the top of your head.

“Don’t cry, don’t cry. Everything’s gonna be okay.” You want him to leave you alone. “My sweet little girl. You don’t gotta fight me, ‘m not doin’ nothing. I’m here for ya.” His heartbeat is so steady against you that it makes you want to shove him and scream in his face to fuck off, but of course you don’t. You don’t scream. You don’t push, or fight, or make yourself clear. All you can do is cry into his shirt as his smell wraps around you and you struggle to make the waterworks stop.

“Let go~” you sniffle into his shirt, and shiver when his hands start sliding down to pull you back onto him, forcing his thick, strong thigh between your legs. Your straining muscles give up after a while of pushing back, and his embrace still stays.

“Shush, little baby. I got ya, don’t worry yer pretty little head.”

“Daddy~” you whine softer this time, and don’t fight him when he nudges you face up to kiss him. He groans for a moment in what can only be satisfaction at winning the fight, before rolling over so you’re trapped under his heavy body, chest rising and falling against him. And as you try to stop crying, Atsumu has the nerve to rub your head like all of this isn’t his fault.

You can’t escape the heavy gaze anywhere you look. It’s suffocating. Not that you have much room to think about it between the way Tsumu’s taking up your space and forcing one of your legs over his shoulder so he can spread you open. It’s a brief reprieve from the prying eyes blocked by his broad back, but you know it will end. Because Tsumu didn’t just drag his twin here to know that someone’s watching. He wants to make a show of you. To show off the type of power he- oh. Your half-lidded eyes flutter open wider when his fingers spread open your slick and your pussy clenches around nothing.

And Atsumu grins. “Yer so quiet, baby. Are’ya shy?” You don’t answer that, instead trying to chase after his hand when he moves away, wrapping comparatively small hands around his wrist. You can feel the heat of Samu at the foot of the bed, uncomfortably perched onto it with his knee before he dips the mattress further, and your blinks get more rapid.

“Daddy… I- I don’t-”

“Hush,” he moves your other leg aside more, leaving you spread embarrassingly open before he dips his body and glides both hands under your ass, lifting you a few inches. His mouth descends without thinking, kisses and then tongue making you whimper as he eats you out. Not gently, but possessive, demanding licks that drag your split attention right back to him - only until Samu leans forward a little to get a better view. This is so fucking embarrassing. “Mh- Taste good, pretty thing.” Atsumu’s eyes have that same cocky, knowing look he always does when he gets you like this. You won’t do anything back, and he knows that. “Yer droolin’ all over my chin.”

You are. The slick’s coating his lips when he pulls back, trailing kisses up your thighs, before he slides two fingers inside your squelching pussy traitorously slow, and watches your face scrunch. He’s big. He always is, and knows it too, big hands, big thighs, chest, shoulders. Most of all, he’s fucked you enough times now to know that you can’t take him easily without prep, and even that is embarrassing. You could have gone a whole lifetime without having Osamu know that. Why did he even agree to this?

“Little brat,” Tsumu says after a few seconds, flicking your nipple painfully as he stares, clenching his jaw. “Don’t be rude. Samu came all the way out here to see ya, ‘n yer gonna lock up the whole time?” You swallow, and try to talk, but he instead curls his fingers inside your pussy and slides them deeper. Right where you can’t handle them, until you have no choice but to curl and wiggle away from him, mouth pulling open to moan.

“Ah, agh, daddy! Daddy, daddy.” Samu’s broad shouldered figure being barely dressed in a tank and boxers, along with Atsumu’s almost godly physique hanging over you is too much. You shut your eyes. “I can’t- f-focus.” You hold onto his arm as he fucks his fingers in and out of you for long enough that your entire body starts tingling, before he peels you off and turns you over. Rough hands hike you onto your knees, and your ass up in the air before his rough palm lands hard and sends a stinging heat through your legs. “Ow, ow~”

“That’s more like it. I know yer a noisy little bitch.” He rubs your lips up and down with his thumb a few more times, before you hear the sound of boxers being peeled off. “Now, what do ya say when daddy will give ya something ya want?”

He presses the hot head of his cock against you but doesn’t push in yet, and your poor pussy clenches around nothing as tears fill your eyes and you grip two fistfuls of pillow. You can’t say it. Not with Samu sitting right there, judging you both for- another sharp spank makes you shiver, and you whimper into the pillow. The sting aches until heat blooms under the damaged skin, and you unclench your teeth. “Please, daddy? Please fuck me.” You doubt you’re stretched enough to take him comfortably, even with the fingering and all the wetness coating your puffy pussy and the inside of your thighs. “Pretty please?”

There’s a few moments before his hand presses down on your back and his cock slides inside, and you do your best not to gasp too much feeling him force you open. It aches though, and you have to widen your knees to make room and— God it feels so good. You’re not sure whether to cry because of the feeling, or because you can’t stop yourself from moaning high pitched and whiny like a whore putting on her best performance. You really can’t help it. “Agh, ah- d-daddy, move, please.” The heavy weight of his cock bottoms out and he presses his heavy balls against you for a few seconds, before pulling out with a groan.

The motion pulls your entire body back, only stopped by his hand, like you’re some cocksleeve— and you cry harder. “Ah, ah, ugh— Atsumu,” you pout, and he pets your head.

“I’m right here, doll. Does that feel good?” You nod, and cling on, before opening your eyes to look at him with his thighs right next to your head and stroking his cock with an almost torturous pace. You whimper when being bottomed out into, and then your eyes shoot open. You can’t turn, but the low groan Samu lets out when you clench hard around him, says enough— and Tsumu laughs as he watches you panic and your bottom lip wobble, petting your head. Like this is all some big game, keeping you down under his hand while you shake your head.

“No, no- you said- you said he’d watch- agh, daddy! No, no no no, you promised! You promised.” You can’t stop yourself from moaning when he hits deep inside, fucking you much too well. Your mouth falls open as you try to stop the sound, but Tsumu’s touch only gets more demanding as his twin picks up the pace.

“Shhh, shhh, Samu likes ya so~ much. It’s just this one time. And then daddy’ll take good care of ya, promise.”

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closetedotaku01 · 2 years

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The Consequences of Dating Miya Atsumu

This is one of my lil submissions for @crybabycrisis' Honeymoon Avenue Event. I'm going to post the Tsukishima one right after this. Sorry sorry it's so late. I literally just wrote the date down in my planner wrong because I have a tiny, smooth brain.

Notes/Warnings: None <3! All fluff! Lmk if you want/need something tagged

Word Count: 812

There are consequences for your actions. Choosing to date Miya Atsumu, Star Setter for the MSBY Black Jackals has many consequences.

Your favorite consequence is that you’re never alone. Atsumu is always by your side, whenever you call. His arms are around you at night, or he’s on FaceTime whining about how stupid it is that a losing team made him fly out, away from you, just for the privilege of being crushed like they knew they would be.

You love FaceTime Atsumu. He’s soft and whiny and desperate to remind you that he would much rather be with you. He’s so appreciative that, although you both know he’d always choose you over his career, you’ve never made him make that choice.

But you love Atsumu, even more, when he’s with you. The Star Setter for the Black Jackals dissolves, and you’re left with just.. Miya Atsumu. Chaotic and messy. He’s not a confident flirt, he’s a bashful idiot who flusters himself more often than he flusters you. He’s not the strongest man in the world. He’s weak to you and painfully gentle with you. His voice isn’t clear and cocky, his smirk isn’t there, he stutters and mumbles and pouts and his real smile… is infinitely better than the practiced one he has in interviews. He is just as proud. The same pride he has in his jersey is the pride he has when he wears the sweater you bought him so he could match with you. The same pride he has in his team is the pride he has when he gets to have you by his side. You are his team. His tribe. It’s you and him against the world and he never wants it any other way.

The worst consequence of dating Miya Atsumu is that you’re never alone. When he proudly posts a picture of you on his Instagram, there are thousands of comments, and the ones that stick are never the kind, respectful ones. Having tough skin means only the sharpest words get through. When you’re out with him, there are always people taking pictures. Pictures that were often put on covers of ads for trashy websites with lame headlines boasting unfounded lies meant to boost their clicks. Fame was something you never craved. And while Atsumu looks damn good in the limelight, it frustrates and exhausts you that you have to share it with him. Atsumu always asks before posting about the two of you, but he loves it too much. You can’t say no. He’s aware of the toll it takes on you, so he always stops you from reading comments, and he doesn’t tag you in anything. But how can help himself, when he is the luckiest person alive? He has to show you off. It’s who he is.

But right now, you don’t mind. You hear a few camera shutters behind you and you can’t stop smiling. You don’t mind because this time, the pictures are welcomed. You paid for these photos. Atsumu is swinging your held hands as the two of you walk along the sand, ocean spray misting your side, photographer close behind.

“Alright, I think we have enough of those. Want to take a look?”

Atsumu is a bit too excited and ends up tugging you over to the photographer. Most of them are just silhouettes, which is exactly what you wanted. Atsumu twirling you on the beach. Photos of the two of you walking together, footprints behind you being washed away by the tide, sunset in the back of every photo.

“I love them,” you whisper to Atsumu.

“They’re perfect. We look pretty good don’t we?” He says, smiling down at you.

“Do you want to pose so we can see the ring?”

Atsumu pouts at the photographer, “But I don’t wanna let go of their hand.”

Another consequence of being with this man is the endless embarrassment he brings. You slap his chest softly, “How should we pose?”

The photographer has you face each other, shifting you a few times to make sure the sun is positioned behind you both in the photo. He guides Atsumu’s hands to your waist, yours around his neck, hands delicately resting on his shoulders so the ring is clear in the shot.

Click.

Atsumu smirks at you.

Click.

Your ringed hand slides through his hair.

Click.

And he dips down, and you get to kiss your fiance, while he holds you, one of your legs sliding up his as water tickles your bare feet. That’s the best consequence of dating Miya Atsumu.

Click. Click. Click.

And now you have it saved forever.

Atsumu posts that photo, as well as the one of him twirling you on his Instagram. And you don’t mind the limelight. Nothing can compare to showing off to everyone that you and Miya Atsumu are each other’s forevers.

#honeymoon avenue: the beach episode!#miya atsumu #miya atsumu fluff #atsumu fluff #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu writing #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyu x you #miya atsumu x you #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu x you #atsumu x reader fluff #atsumu x you fluff #lila writes 💫#hope y'all like this one!

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strawberrrier · 1 month

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I need them.

#tetsu 🤬💘#tetsu my love💌#atsumu😡😤💕💓🫶🏼😍🥰🤬#haikyuu #kainis #irene rambles 💭#eme💫

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we-are-so-close · 8 months

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Hi sweet girl! I hope you’re well!

Atsumu and for the theme/word how aboutttttt injury

Hi kale! Thank you 🥺 I hope you're well, too!

The doctor said that it was only a minor injury; nothing that couldn't be fixed with some RICE and a couple of weeks sitting out from training. Knowing that he would be missing two weeks of practice hurt more than the actual injury ever could have. Ah yes, he thought to himself, the good ol' "RICE" treatment - Rest, Ice, Compress, and Elevate. Atsumu scoffed at the acronym, but the word suddenly clouded his thoughts with home. Rice, like what his old high school captain was probably elbow deep in right now, or what Osamu was molding at this very moment. He carefully hopped off the table and whipped out his phone; RICE would indeed help his injured ankle, but rice would help mend his aching heart.

#kale.🌟#six sentence story mini event.💫#atsumu.💫#ash writes.🌠

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calqlate · 10 months

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HAIKYUU AS THINGS MY FRIENDS AND I HAVE SAID PT. 16

INCLUDES: atsumu + kuroo + oikawa + suna + terushima

CW(S)/TW(S): coarse/foul/strong language used

MASTERLIST

[sharing their usernames for an online game]

oikawa: wolfbarkswoof

kuroo: um they actually howl

kuroo: dogsbarkwoof

terushima: i'll do you one better

terushima: bitchbarkswoof

oikawa: i'll one up you

oikawa: terushimabarkswoof

terushima: SUDDENLY I'M TARGETED AS BITCH BOY WHEN I'M THE ONE DOING THE BITCHING

terushima: EXCUSE ME

oikawa: DON'T DENY YOU WOULDN'T BARK WOOF FOR YOUR OPPA

oikawa: YOU'RE A SWITCH

oikawa: IT HAPPENS

terushima: yeah but i'll turn the tables around so fast that he will do the barking instead

oikawa: 🥵🥵

kuroo: me

kuroo: i'm the bitch

oikawa: yes you

terushima: KUROOBARKSWOOF

[suna was at a grocery store and saw this product, so he sent a pic of it to the gc (as shown below)]

suna: this is very random but @/atsumu were you in charge of designing this

atsumu: yasssunicorn slay 😩😩🌈🦄

#💫—haikyuu as things my friends and i have said #💫—qq writes #writeblr #writing #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu #terushima #oikawa #kuroo #suna #atsumu

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clubkira · 5 months

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💫 anon asked me what the jobs of the dear future husband fiancées were and tumblr deleted it before i finished answering </3 so sorry i cant reply to ur ask!

but here is the list of all the dfh fiancée’s occupations! some have been foreshadowed / implied already if you squint really closely to some dialogue in the past two parts:)

a lot more has yet to come of this series so i’m excited to share all i can!

iwaizumi: women’s volleyball jnt athletic trainer

kuroo: supervisor and head at the JVA, sports promotion division

suna: interior designer

atsumu: clothing model

sakusa: skincare company founder / owner

bokuto: accountant

hoshiumi: journalist

kageyama: personal stylist

shoyo: PhD researcher & uni professor

ushijima: event organizer / planner

aran: social media manager

kenma: nursing student

yaku: corporate lawyer

komori: private & professional chef

#haikyuu x reader #[ 𐚁 ] 𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝐹𝓊𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝐻𝓊𝓈𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹 ꒱ྀི

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rishere222 · 1 year

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Highschool Romance with Haikyuu Boys

💫Fluff

💫Fem reader

💫This applies to their current timeline in the anime

💫Enjoy Reading~

Tsukishima

Academic Rivals

A tsundere

Doesn't really care about high school romance

He liked your academic skills

He's too shy to admit his feelings tho

Took him four months to get the courage to confess

His love language is buying you books and giving you candy

He also lets you borrow his headphones

Kageyama

She fell first but he fell harder

Lets admit it, this guy is dense af

You're very affectionate and that picked his interest

He runs to you to teach him before an exam

He doesn't know how to confess so his way of showing affection is giving you milk and letting you borrow his jacket

Invites you to watch their game

He never really confessed, the Karasuno team snitched on him so he was forced to tell you his feelings

Akaashi

Soulmates

You grew up together

You help him with his volleyball sometimes

Likes to bring you some hot choco esp if its winter

He casually told you he likes you

Obv you were flustered

Loves seeing you smile so he often pinches your cheeks

When you're asleep besides him, he stares at you lovingly

Atsumu

Enemies to Lovers

You hated his proud ass

He's cocky and borderline annoying

Either way he's kind and gentle to you

Loves to steal Osamu's food and offers them to you

He treats you lunch every single day

Confessed to you over the phone

Loves to carry your bag afterclass

He would ask you to watch his practice then buy you some snacks afterwards

Oikawa

Mr. Popular and Ms. Nobody

Well you are not literally a 'nobody'

You are smart, reserved, and a private person

Oikawa was amazed by the way you ignore his presence

Therefor he made it a mission to let you know everyday that he's 'there'

Summary is he wants your attention

After months he gave up, and you felt bad

Eventually you confessed

He didn't say anything at first, to make you nervous. Deep inside his heart was happy

Loves to take cute selfies with you with a hashtag "MyGF

Bokuto

Black Cat and Golden Retriever

We all know he's the GR

Loves you scream your name before his match starts

Asks you for volleyball advice even though you don't play

Loves to buy you bubble tea

His love language is physical touch

He enjoys giving you random gifts

He shows you off to his teammates and loves to tell everyone that you're his

#haikyuu!!#kageyama x reader #haikyuu kageyama #anime #bokuto x reader #oikawa scenarios #tsukishima fluff #akaashi keji x reader #atsumu hcs

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raquellemonsta · 10 months

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kiss me more (bokuto x reader)

(warnings: alcohol, unwanted touching/uncomfortable situation)

previous || next

chapter 2: blind date

After a long day at work, you wanted nothing more then to go back to your apartment, eat something for dinner, take a nice hot shower, and hop in bed to watch Hulu (sorry Netflix).

However, your plan was ruined by one simple fact: your friend Yachi had set you up on a 'blind date' with a guy she had gone to high school with. Despite your doubts, the excitement in Yachi's tone told you that you couldn't possibly say no. So here you were, walking down the streets yet again, though this time with less spring in your step.

You were already exhausted looking at the exterior of the bar in downtown Tokyo (which was admittedly not the venue you were expecting for the date). The neon sign was of a crow and read 'Crow's Nest' . 'This better be worth it' you thought.

Walking in, the smell of hardwood and alcohol hit you almost immediately. There was a decent number of people leading the cramped atmosphere of the bar to be somewhat loud. By that point, however, you didn't care. You wanted to get the awkward part of the date over with and hopefully be home at a reasonable time. After looking around and determining no one seemed to be the guy you were looking for, you sit down at an empty stool and wait for a few minutes. When the bartender comes over, you order an umeshu on the rocks and decide one thing is for sure: you are bored.

With no update, you looked down at your phone and opened up your messages with Yachi. Only to almost fall off the stool after noticing a new message you hadn't checked.

Yachi 💫 heyy girl, sorry to let you know so late notice but Hisashi had something come up last minute and he won't be able to make it ☹️ i'm sorry

read 9:43 pm

Holding back the urge to go off on this girl, you take a deep breath in before your fingers can type a mile a minute. Your anxiety spiked when an unexpected arm placed itself on your thigh and an uncomfortable chuckle came from your right.

-BOKUTO-

After a particularly long practice, some of the MSBY players were enjoying their night with some drinks at the Crow's Nest. Bokuto, Atsumu, Hinata, and Sakusa (reluctantly), were seated at a booth in the corner of the bar, loudly chattering over their beer.

The topics ranged from volleyball (of course), to friends, jokes, dumb things Bokuto had done (to which Sakusa then brought up dumb things Atsumu had done and broke the table out into an argument) and more.

At one point in the conversation, when Hinata and Atsumu were playfully arguing about whose high school team was better, Bokuto found his mind wandering along with his eyes, with the certain entrance of a new person.

A (h/c) girl had walked in, adding yet another to the several patrons seated at the bar. She had caught the eye of a certain outside hitter. There weren't a lot of women here right now, so he was naturally drawn to look at her. However, he didn't want to seem creepy or weird so he tried to look away and instead stared at the large collection of alcohol behind the counter.

"Whaddarya lookin at Bokuto?" Atsumu asked from across the table. He had been unusually quiet (for Bokuto, anyway). But he didn't respond, finding his eye on the woman yet again, though this time for a different reason.

A man had sat down at the stool next to her, and had made physical contact despite the look on her face. Everything about the situation was screaming discomfort and creep.

Bokuto pushed up from his seat in the booth and made his way over to the two, puffing his chest and balling his hands to fists before reaching them and aggressively grabbing the man's shoulder.

"Hey hey hey! What's going on over here?"

-(Y/N)-

When you thought things were about to go extremely south and you might have to punch this creep in the face (which you were only putting off so as to not attract any other negative attention), a huge hand made it's way onto his shoulder.

You turned to see a well built man with grey-and-black hair looking over at the guy with a dark grin and furrowed brows. His big eyes were focused on the man with a hand on your leg, which was removed as soon as the other guy made contact.

"We were just having a little conversation, it's nothing you should concern yourself with", the creep said as he tried to shove off the other man's hand. His grip was firm, and he didn't falter.

"Well, she's my sister so I think it is my concern, fella!" the guy said with 100% certainty.

You almost burst out laughing if it wasn't for the seriousness of the situation. 'Fella?' you thought, 'how menacing'. You decided to play along though, to be rid of the other guy as quickly as possible.

"Oh yeah...bro... I didn't see you were already here" You almost immediately cringed at your acting, but it seemed like the other guy was getting just as sick at the situation he created as you were. He made eye contact with you signaling he didn't necessarily believe you, but he got out of his seat and left soon after.

Watching him go, you turned back to the man still standing next to you.

"Thank you" You quietly spoke. You let out the breath you had been holding. That situation caused more than enough anxiety for one night.

"Of course! I took a break from my drink, you should feel lucky" he joked.

"Oh yes, thank you, my knight with frosted tips" you jabbed back.

"Hey! I make it look good!" He said loudly, attracting some stares. You couldn't disagree with him, of course (he really did make it look good after all), You hushed him before speaking again.

"Really though, I appreciate you for putting a stop to that before it got ugly".

"It's just what I would want anyone to do for either of my sisters in the same situation" he said with a handsome smile.

You couldn't help but smile back, "I'm (L/n) (Y/n), it's a pleasure to meet you".

"Bokuto Koutaro, though the pleasure is all mine (L/n)" he winked.

You rolled your eyes light heartedly and noticed some guys in a booth staring at the two of you. He caught your eyes and looked back. His friends, he explained. You wondered if you should let him get back to them but he declined. You explained to him that you were there for a blind date that cancelled last minute, and laughing about your situation with someone else made it less pitiful.

"Anything you're looking for out of the rest of tonight, then?" Kind of a strange question, but it's been a strange night. You weren't sure what to tell him at first, but the pang in your stomach was an obvious sign.

"I am starving, to be honest with you".

"How about some appetizers on me then? You know, for my sis" he laughed.

Maybe this night wasn't a total bust after all.

Finally unlocking your apartment, you kick off your heels and collapse on your couch. After a few long minutes you manage to stand up before showering and finally getting in bed. You unlock your phone to send a quick message to Yachi before falling asleep.

(Y/N)

yachi i stg when i get my hands on you...

delivered 12:23am

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #bokuto x reader #bokuto #msby four

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blueparadis · 2 years

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ship your moots? 💘

AH ❤︎! It's my turn. They're not all moots and some I just actively keep in touch cuz we scream about our faves ! ! !

@zoraedits + Owen Knight 🤭

@rayfuyu + Chifuyu Matsuno ✌🏻

@akicore + Angel Devil 🤌🏻❤️

@dejwrites + Aran Ojiro 💞

@emissaire + Sanemi Shinazugawa 🌙

@semisgroupie + Geto Suguru ‼️

@sennsational + Baji Keisuke ✨

@sailewhoremoon + Mitsuya Takashi 🌜

@sleepy3 + Shinichiro Sano 💮

@pinkhorangnabi + kakashi 🌷

@anxious-cherry-pie + yuzuha 🥺

@haitaniapologist + childe 😌

@michiphoria + Oliver 🫂

@cherrykamado + Keigo Takami 🥺

@21-06-1996 + Nobara Kugisaki🔥

@6yno + Ayato Kamisato ☄️

@lalunanymph + KAKUCHO ❄️

@qrtmin + Megumi Fushiguro ☀️

@garoujo + Gojo Satoru 🌟

@httphaitani + HAKKAI !!! 😳

@massivementalitynut + maki ! 💫

@passionateuchiha + Kazutora Hanemiya 🎊

@mrskodzuken + Kenma 💚

@jotatetsuken + Nanami Kento ❤️

@kagejima + Ushijima 😌

@tetsutits + Kuro 🍂

@nanamis-wifey-reye + Higuruma Hiromi 🎤

@planetxiao + xiao ☄️

@luvbladez + Jason Todd 🤭

@poohbea + Geto Suguru 😎

@nkogneatho + Thoma 🥺

@munsonsins + Atsumu Miya 🤌🏻

@kentoangel + Sakusa Kiyoomi 🌪️

@devoti + Nahoya 🎇

@fueledbysano + Manjiro Sano 😏

@cyancherub + Aki Hayakawa 😬🌞

@suyacho + Semi Eita 🌷

@em-plosion + Shoto Todoroki 💚

@cursedmoonchild + Erwin Smith ‼️

@romiyaro + Oikawa Tooru 🎊

@softbajis + Rindou Haitani 😏😏

@erenyaygirl + Ran Haitani ✌🏻😳

@lvlyone + Toji 🥳

@sanomnjiro + Luffy🍁

@alias-sano + Izana Kurokawa 💜

#anon💌#I'm still forgetting sum #but they're either on haitus / deactivated #IF YOU'RE NOT HERE & YOU'RE A MOOT PLS I'M AT YOUR SERVICE #hop in I'll gib u your selfship asthetic 🥳

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yoisami · 7 months

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY DEAREST MIYA OSAMU (!!!) aka my lover, my everything, the king of my heart, my daylight, the one i was enchanted to meet, my sunny days, my “how could my day be bad when i’m with you?” 💗🥺✨🎀💘🥂🌷🧎🏻‍♀️💫🤍

(he has my whole heart if u cannot tell)

(he’s so cute in the top two pictures i just wanna squish his cheeks and kiss them)

and ig happy birthday to atsumu too...

#૮₍•᷄ ࡇ •᷅₎ა —୨୧ chats #no birthday post for him rip 😞#samu i love you but i have a whole practical to submit by tmr afternoon #and a test to study for #but it’s ok bc when i write for haikyuu #the only person i write for is samu #i’m a devoted gf 😽#AHEM #AHEMBDJSJD #what oikawa drabble idk what u talking ab 🤨

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madewithspice · 1 year

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hii !! if u still do haikyuu can u pls do an msby four match w me 💐

🐰 personality type: infp, shy and socially AWKWARD (i loathe myself), cries easily, daydreams a ton, likes to act as if shes the main character of this whole world and lives in her own reality world where shes the hot mc and shes friends with everyone and doesnt have depressive episodes or social anxiety.

dislikes 💫: avocados, people who are pretentious, people who force me too much, people who r juick to judge, insensitive people!!

🎆likes : (you/hj), sweets, ppl who r easy to vibe with, ppl who strike first talk, people who admits it when they find a convo awk and doesnt pretend that its not awk and continues to make small talk.

loving u with consent, tight hugs with consent and i hope u the best! thanku and even if u cant do this thanku still. i appreciate ur page and ur existence <3

Hey, hope you’re well. Thank you for the kind words. It means a lot :)

From MSBY Four I match you with Miya Atsumu (my fave)

You need a man who will cry and daydream with you and who better than the resident crybaby/hotshot Miya Atsumu. Every MC needs a hype sidekick and that’s Atsumu’s role.

Someone as gobby and extra as Atsumu is a must for all socially awkward people (hence my favouritism). He’s the best at keeping conversations going and will speak up for you in any situation. Your restaurant order was wrong? He’s already chasing the waiter to get the right food.

On your not so good days, he’s waiting outside your door, hands full with your favourite sweets. The type to make a huge pillow fort and spend the whole day watching studio ghibli movies and venting to each other about life.

- Kiki.

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iwaasfairy · 1 year

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┌─ “ ! „ ADORE L'AMOUR

tw. noncon/dubcon, implied yandere, forced emotional cheating, virginity, service dom, coercion/manipulation, corruption kink, size kink, creampie, service dom! tsumu, degradation and praise wordcount. 5.5k

a/n. commissioned by a lovely person who wanted to stay anonymous, thank you so much for commissioning me and trusting me with your story, and i really really hope it delivers and you enjoy!!! this is kinda softer than my usual stuff but also still read the tws pretty please ♡♡♡ ya and ty and enJOYyy some tsumu

miya atsumu x fem!reader

“Come up, will ya?” he smiles, grabbing your hand and swinging the interlaced pair back and forth. You can’t help but have to bite back a tiny smile at the way his rougher hand links into yours, and butterflies still erupt any time his hazel eyes find you.

“Shin, I-” you sigh back, before quietly chuckling as he heaves you up onto the bleachers and tugs you along to slide in right next to the familiar face. Aran rolls his eyes, but you can tell that there’s too much fondness in his look to seriously mind the lovey-dovey shit— and really, you can’t help it.

Any girl your age would be expected to go all heart eyes when their boyfriend looks at them that way. “Happy now?” you ask as you’re pushed between Aran and the escape to the outside fresh air, void of all the sweaty teen musk and squeaking sneakers, and Shinsuke smiles ever so slightly at the sight.

“Yes, I am. Keep our long-suffering ace company for a bit while he patches up his ankle, won’t ya?” He’s already escaping down from the stands with the knowledge that you will, because if nothing else, you love watching the guys play. You’ve loved watching Shinsuke play ever since middle school, and Aran’s expression gives you the idea that he knows this too. Because he simply shrugs, and re-wraps the ice pack a little better around that wounded ankle.

“Aye aye, Captain,” you shoot back as he makes his way back to the court, and this time, he gives you that wonderfully cheeky smile that made you fall head-over-heels in the first place. “And you, you’re a third year. You’re supposed to be one of the responsible ones.” You give the tall ace to your side a side-eye as he laughs full and loud, and nods.

“Sorry, Mrs. Kita. It won’t happen again.” Practice continues for another half an hour in peace, as you joke around with your boyfriend’s best friend for a while, tossing the occasional stray ball back onto the court, but mainly, just watching the guys play. You didn’t use to have such a love for the sport. When you were a ball-girl back in middle school, you only did it because it was an easy extra grade on your report card, and kept you sort of busy during hours you wouldn’t have anything else to do.

But now, sometimes it seems as much your life blood as it is theirs. You probably wouldn’t have developed such a crush on the quiet, well-spoken boy with the fluffy tufts of hair that flopped about if you hadn’t kept with it, wouldn’t have dated him, wouldn’t have laid in the dark talking about what your life together might look like. Watched Shin grow into the person he is today.

You smile and wave as Shinsuke looks up at you yet again and throws back a wink, and a few of the guys follow his gaze. Familiar lazy gazes of differing shades of brown. But they stay quiet, for now, and the team captain claps his hands to call for a break. And the lankiest of your middle blockers groans and reaches for a bench too quickly, as everyone disperses. Aran makes his way down the stands for the toilet, Ginjima follows suit, and your boyfriend goes through the trouble to start collecting the balls with the same single-minded focus he always has while practicing. But before you can so much as manage to make it down the stairs to help him out, a familiar figure comes up beside you.

“Captain’s got it, I think,” Atsumu smiles as he comes to walk beside you, not the slightest bit winded despite having jogged up to you after an hour of intensive training— and blinks down at you with the self-assured grin you’ve come to expect of the star setter. “Yer still comin’ to our practices, huh?”

“Yes, Miya. Believe it or not, I actually like watching you guys play, ‘m not just here to waste time and gawk.”

“Whoa, doll,” the blond isn’t fazed, and simply throws up his hands in mock-defense, “I wouldn’t dare question the validity of yer visits. I mean, ya brighten up the place, really.” The comfortable way he swings an arm over your shoulder and leans in a little isn’t too far out of how he usually acts, and you do know that Atsumu’s pretty damn touchy with everyone. But his smile, and the way his eyes flick down your face with an almost grating intensity— will never stop feeling flirty- and therefore- inappropriate. Though you try to find something fitting to say, he’s already running his mouth again before you get the chance to.

“Would be even better if ya’d put on a shirt with my name on it and took some cheer classes,” he gloats, and the way he walks leaned into you keeps his face much too close to yours as you go to frown at him, “bet ya’d really suit the Inarizaki colors when you glare like that.” It sets you off, and he knows it does, because he’s dodging the way you go to swing at his arm with a chuckle before you get to, and catches your fist in his hand to squeeze it a little. “Hah, always so mean to me. Getting predictable, pretty girl.”

Your bottom lip is sucked to slot between your teeth, and you roll your eyes, shrugging off the other hand that he tried to ruffle through your hair. “You’re exhausting.”

“Sure is,” Shinsuke suddenly mumbles, tossing a ball at the setter that he manages to catch, before raising a brow. “That’s my girlfriend, Atsumu. If you would, please.”

“Ya got it, Cap’n. Of course,” he chants back with a sing-song-y voice, but his thumb still rubs another few circles into the soft skin of your hand before he goes to annoy Osamu and Suna instead. It sends a cold shiver down your spine, but he’s pulling away before you have the chance to really acknowledge the touch. And if Kita has any concerns about what he just saw, you sure as hell can’t tell, when he pulls you close and places a loving kiss between your brows. But you still have to force yourself to ignore the way Atsumu gives you a once over and -if you didn’t know the guy better than that- undresses you with his eyes.

Graduation should feel a little bittersweet, you guess. The party isn’t too wild, considering, but it’s still loud and a little over the top— so you confine yourself to the area further away from the pounding music and sip reasonably mild drinks while the rest of the team and their plus-ones take their best attempt at rattling Suna’s house off its’ foundations. It’s warm for a spring night, and sweat sticks to the back of your neck and chest from the earlier forced dancing you were pulled into. But now the pool table has been abandoned for the garden, and you take the few quiet moments to breathe.

Most of the guys will be moving on to professional level, a few of them to university, and another few have jobs lined up. Just last year, Shinsuke moved back out to the countryside, and Aran to Tokyo; and while you’ve all tried to keep up communications, distance really does play a big part in it. And now it’s all your turns… It’ll be safe to say you won’t see some of them again much in just a few quick months. The thought already fills you with a strange sort of nostalgia. You don’t get too much rest though, because a flash of blonde followed by an equally handsome, dark-haired copy filter back into the house. Atsumu brightens a little when he spots you, lazy eyes sharper and more calculating in the low light of the house. Of course he does, he seems to have a strange fascination with annoying you to bits.

“Well, pretty girl, ‘ve ya been abandoned by yer human defense robot?” His handsome face paints on a grin, with slightly rosy cheeks and ears, that almost makes him look a few years younger. Almost makes him look innocent. You know better though, and swallow down the want to give back some snarky comment that would surely have you in a battle of wits until someone puts a stop to it. And his twin… isn’t that person. You wonder how much he’s had to drink. Not that you’re doing much better, anyway. You can feel the buzz in your blood and the heat on your face.

Osamu’s hair is messy and fluffier than usual, probably courtesy of the girlfriend he brought and— with a quick glance around the room— has been left on her lonesome somewhere in the partying group outside. You pity her just a little bit, but it doesn’t exactly surprise you that the Miya twins aren’t the most consistent with their affections. The guys started having groupies all the way back in freshman year, and the years have only built upon that fame. The darker haired of the two puts a fist into Atsumu’s shoulder, before crossing his arms. “That’s our last Captain yer talkin’ about, stupid Tsumu. Show some respect.”

“Aw, Samu. I’m sorry, alright.”

You smile softly, and nod your head towards the door. “Not abandoned. He stepped out for a minute for a smoke,” you cut them off, knowing full well they could continue their bickering for hours if left to it. It’s not like you don’t like the twins. They’re obnoxious, and boisterous and hyper at the best of times, but they’re insanely talented too. You would like them, if not for— Atsumu feeling too comfortable hanging his arm over your shoulder to pull you in for a hug, heavy cologne mixed with a scent that is distinctly more him enveloping you as you freeze up. “Miya-”

“‘S gonna be weird without everyone ‘round, huh? I’ll miss ‘em,” he lowers his voice as he keeps your face into his chest, and simply out of a desire not to feel too awkward, you allow your arms to wrap loosely around his back. You give a little motion to be let out of the hug to nod, and smooth your hands down your pants.

“Yeah, me too.”

There’s a sort of glint in Atsumu’s eyes that seems like tenderness as he pats your shoulder, then smiles. “Well, a’least you’ll know me.” Your expression must give away your confusion, because he continues. “Yer goin’ to Tokyo uni, I’m goin’ to Tokyo to check out some of the teams there. It’ll be good. Don’t tell me yer just gonna ignore me when we’re gonna live so close together.”

You don’t think it over- Shinsuke must’ve told him. As the buzz washes over you and the music picks up outside, Atsumu’s large hands find your shoulders and he turns you around towards Osamu, who has already poured three large shots. “Oh, I don’t-”

“Come on~ for prosperity,” Osamu chants, his hand finding yours to unfurl it and place one of the large shot glasses in your hand. And Atsumu nods behind you, basically glittering from excitement. You’re normally a bit more -standoffish, by necessity- but the atmosphere of the night is light. And Tsumu’s hand on your lower back as he pushes you towards one of the chairs and sits you down is nice; even if you only realize a second or two after that he’s sat below you.

“Ya owe me a couple cheers at least,” Atsumu basically coos into your neck as he taps his own glass to yours. “‘Sides, I think Shin went ta go drop off some of the other guys, no need ta wait up for ‘em. Right Samu?”

“That’s what I heard, Tsumu.”

You don’t expect university to be the thing that breaks you, but the distance, the lack of communication, of support— all drag on you. You and Shin both promised to make it work, but he’s busy a lot. The farm keeps him occupied. At least- that’s what you have to assume when most of your messages get read and not answered. It isn’t like Shin, but then again, you suppose it’s a growing period. It’s natural.

More surprising than that is that through it all, Atsumu is there a lot more than you expected. The giant, prestigious sport center where he trains isn’t too far from your campus, but he still goes out of his way to swing by whenever he can to keep you company, which isn’t so self explanatory as you had hoped it would be. It’s not that you don’t make friends, or can’t make friends, it’s just that- after a few weeks- they just seem to vanish off of the face of the earth. Like they were never even there to begin with. You even catch some people purposefully avoiding you on campus as the year goes on.

But the workloads are heavy, and hard, so you sadly don’t have enough time in a day to worry about it as much as you would like to. You still have Atsumu, at least, and as much as you wouldn’t have wanted to admit it shy of a few months ago, his persistence about wanting to be by your side does slowly have you bending just a little.

“I swear it, cross ma little heart,” the blonde dramatically says while walking the grounds with you- on his free day- “am I not the best goddamn setter in the prefecture? What choice is there?” He runs a hand through his hair, then looks over at you to pout. “Make me feel better, c’mon.” Before you can really analyze the moment or how he looks at you with those warm brown eyes and too much fondness, his hand wraps around yours, slipping his fingers between yours with a strange determination.

You stop walking, and your school bag hits your thigh hard because of the abrupt stop. “Atsumu.” You’ve had this conversation with him about a million times. You are with Shinsuke. You have been with Shinsuke since middle school, and though dealing with the distance is hard right now, you promised to try. And he says he understands, and you’re making a big deal out of nothing— but it sure doesn’t seem like he does. “I am d-dating Sh-”

“Ya keep sayin’ yer dating, but where is yer boyfriend? Didn’t ya say he hasn’t been responding to yer messages?” Though he tries to keep his voice down, he doesn’t let go of your hand, and stares like he’ll burn holes through the shape of you. “Ain’t that proof enough?”

“I know Shinsuke, and you know Shinsuke. If he wanted to break up, he would say it.” You puff your chest out a little, and swallow, trying to untangle your hands from his grip. “He’s busy, and this is a transition period for us both, and I just- I want to make it work.” Atsumu seems to cling on for a second longer with a slight kink in his brow, but then he lets go and sighs, rubbing his hands back and forth through his lighter blonde hair with a groan.

“Fine— fine! If ya gotta hear ‘im say it…”

The irony tastes bitter. It stings with every swallow, really.

‘I think it’s not working out. I’m sorry. We should break up.’

You’re staring at the message for the nth time this evening, burying yourself in your cocoon of blankets and an almost empty back of chips yet again. You must’ve breathed it into existence, right? There’s no way around the timing of the message, and the sick way it churns in your stomach. You’re halfway towards another crying fit when Atsumu plops himself down onto your bed and grimaces. “Put that down,” he mumbles, snatching the phone out of your hand despite your glare, “you’ve been cryin’ all fucking evening. You really wanna do more of that?”

“I didn’t ask you to come over,” your voice is a murmur, pinched and sad and tiny, because who wouldn’t be heartbroken at a moment like this. “You just invited yourself in, which- hck- is the worst timing you’ve ever had.”

“But yer glad I’m here. I know ya are.” Whatever. Maybe you’re a little glad for the company, but Atsumu’s flavor of bluntness is really doing a number on you. Instead you reach for a tissue and blow your nose again, and try not to cry yourself to death. “He didn’t treat ya right anyway, don’t lie t’ yerself. Hey- look- look at me, c’mon,” his hands are on your face as he tugs it towards him and stares too deep into your eyes, brushing his thumbs along your cheekbones. “No more cryin’ about yer shitty high school crush. Not while I’m here, and I’m yer amazing, incredible support system that yer so very grateful for-” He breaks off in laughter when you have to bite a chuckle back despite your heartache, and try to pull your face out of his touch.

But he lingers, and leans in a little. “What? Am I wrong?”

“You’re not wrong, and I- I’m glad you’re here-” It isn’t a lie, but he’s still leaning in, and his face is growing awfully close and it’s- it’s too soon— and you shrink into your cocoon and look away in an attempt to save the situation. Shin broke up with you hours ago. “Atsumu-” you start, only to be cut off as he tugs the blankets down somewhat harshly, and clicks his tongue.

“Stop runnin’. Yer always doing this crap, I’m…” He sighs, and tries to coach you back out with thinly veiled patience. “Am I really so bad to ya? Hm?”

“Of course you’re not.”

He sits back, before patting his lap, and looks at you. In the last light of the sun that falls through your window he’s cast in the prettiest oranges and pinks, and looks almost ethereal to the world. You’re not blind. That was never in question. “Come here.” Despite being conflicted, there’s a glint in his eye that worries you. That if you were to disagree, he’d leave. And you’re not sure you could handle that right about now. As he leads you out of the blankets you notice how cold your room is in just a shirt and some ugly shorts, and Atsumu mumbles something under his breath. “Ya weren’t this shy at graduation, y’know.”

Your frown digs into your face, but his hands settle on your hips as he pulls you in and pushes you down into his lap with a soft hum. “What do you mean- graduation?”

“Just settle down, will ya? Jeez.” Warm hands that slide to the small of your back to force you ever so close to him, your heart basically stuttering out of your ribcage. “Always so damn skittish ‘round me.” You always wondered a little, truthfully. If the way Atsumu’s touches would linger on you was something to worry about, keep an eye on. If you should have been more careful about setting boundaries- and how he looks at you now, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he gives you an up and down… it says enough. Too much, even.

And though you admit that your heart is pattering like a hummingbird, there’s a much larger issue here. You love Shinsuke, you want- Shinsuke, p-promised you’d make it work for him— and it's barely been a few hours. You can’t, so you try to find the words to say; but the blond leans down to start pressing kisses down the side of your neck with a soft chuckle. His arms wrap tightly around your back, even though you place a hand on his chest and shake your head. “Tsumu, no. We can’t, I- can’t, let go.”

The noise he makes into the kisses trembles through your skin and seems to reach bone, before he squeezes a little harder to keep you slotted against him. “Yer so pretty, baby. Always were so fuckin’ pretty,” he goes from keeping you in his lap to slowly pushing you back in bed, sending your breathing into shallow spikes.

“Tsumu, cut it out!”

“I know yer nervous,” his pretty brown eyes are blown out when he pushes you down by your shoulders and you’re buried in your blankets, before he descends on your throat and chest again, kissing and leaving biting nicks, “didn’t do nothin’ like this before right? Know ya were waitin’- but I got ya now. Relax, I’ll make ya feel good. Promise.” The idea that Tsumu knows something so personal about you doesn’t even cross your mind— though it should, more than the way his weight and size locks you in place under his strong, athletic body.

“No, no, I- Shin just broke up with me- and I-”

His expression darkens, eyes narrowing a little as he comes to hover over you, one hand brushing your cheek as the other wraps tight around your wrist. “Don’t say another man’s name when I got ya under me.” He takes a long breath, before descending on you, mouth to mouth, and then pushing his tongue into your mouth too hard for you to keep him out. You try to call his name, but he kisses you without regard, uncaring as he grips your face and makes a noise of agreement when you relax your jaw out of sheer necessity. “Ya’ve got no idea how long I’ve wanted ya, doll. Really, hah.”

His hand slides down your chest to start picking the shirt up your body, and though your rapidly rising and falling chest is exposed, his eyes stay sharp on you, and you can’t help but choke on your cries. He doesn’t look right. His eyes are wide and so sharp, mouth slightly curled as he forces your both wrists next to your head. “Thought I was gonna have ta kill ‘im for you ta finally give in, but-” He kisses you again, before the hand gripping your face snakes down between your bodies to grab your tits through your shirt as he repositions his thighs to lock your lower half in place under him. “Yer gonna be a good little thing for me, ain’t ya?”

“Tsumu,” you squeak, fisting your hands into his shirt by his shoulders, but it only makes him groan in response. “Let me go, I want-”

“You don’t know what ya want.” He takes a deep breath, before slipping his hands under the garment and brushing his thumb over your raised nipples, peeked from the cold air. “But I do. ‘N I’m gonna make ya beg for me so fuckin’ good.” He lets you go for a moment to take your shirt off with rough tugs, before staring again. “See, Samu said I should give it a rest. But how can I, when I knew you’d be the prettiest little virgin cunt ever? Hm?” He licks his lips, before leaning down to start kissing all over your tits, sucking and tugging at your nipples with noises that make you grow from the inside. A cold shiver rolls down your spine, and you find yourself pulling his hair despite yourself. Because it feels good, and heat pools low in your belly.

“Tell me ya want it. Tell me ya want me.” The fire that seems to glint behind his eyes takes you aback, and you try to scramble from under him, but he’s back over you before you get a chance to. Gripping your face and forcing you into another kiss, the taste of his tongue on yours, deep and heavy. “People here hate ya, don’t ya know that? Think yer a real bitch. That’s why no one wants to be yer friend.” He rests his forehead to yours, so that you’re basically breathing each other’s air, and hums. His free hand starts taking off the sweats he’s wearing in a smooth motion, leaving him hard in just boxers. “But I’ve been ‘ere for you.” Another kiss. “I’m good to ya, too.”

The room is so hot, and your brain completely thrown off with the mix of all emotions you’ve felt in these short few hours; and it has you all fucked up. Tsumu must know this, but he doesn’t care. And you take a few panted breaths, looking between your two bodies at the was your tits brush up against him each time you move— he’s so close. “So say you want it, or I’m leavin’.”

“I want it.” Your voice shakes as it comes out, eyes stinging, head floaty— it barely feels like you said anything at all. “I want you.” He takes that as all he needs before grinning, kissing your temple and shuffling off you to shove his boxers down his thighs, before grabbing himself by the base and stroking a few lazy pumps along himself.

“Here, kiss it,” he nods his head towards it, helping you up and then right back down so you’re on your hands and knees. You’re getting wet. Sadly, you didn’t exactly think to put on any nice panties, but Tsumu doesn’t care as he makes you lean in and down until you can rest your lips to his cock, and he makes another noise. “I know it’s kinda bad but- I’ve been wanting ta fuck yer face for years now. Put- yer tongue out.” The admission only makes you feel more hot and hazy, and you do as you’re told. “Ahh, mhm.” He tastes weird when he pushes the glossy head to your tongue, translucent precum coating your tongue, but he takes a few more pumps, then pushes you back over.

“But not now, I wanna fuck you first. Yer gonna let me fuck your tight, little cunt, right?” The plush in your face doesn’t hide the heat as it floods to your face, your belly, down your legs— and he manhandles your legs up to start peeling off your shorts and panties. You can feel the strings of slick as they connect your wet pussy and the fabric, and hide your face into your shoulder before he groans your name again. “Yer so fuckin’ wet, look atcha. Already a little cock tease, and I haven’t even done nothin’ yet.” Your hot, puffy pussy is revealed, and he swipes two fingers out to circle around the wet hole without hesitation, only pulling back to slot the digits in his mouth. He shrugs his shirt off and tosses it next to the bed, then comes to kiss you again.

“Ya taste that? That’s yer pussy gushin’ like a whore for me. Only me.” He kisses like he’s got something to prove, taking your mouth up until all you can think of is him, and the places where your skin seems to zap under his rough hands. Each touch leaving you more breathless than the next. And you’re forced to just nod along and abide, because you couldn’t ask for what you need if you tried. He plays with your tits while pushing first one prodding digit in, but soon pushes up with two. “Gotta- prep this little hole before I fill you up, right? That’d be the nice thing to do. Even though ya haven’t been very nice to me, babe.”

“‘m sorry- Tsumu-” you hold back a whimpering moan as he squeezes your tits hard and flicks your nipples, and his fingers slowly push into you. The wetness dripping down your slit and along your inner thighs is hot, and your body curves instinctively as he slowly slides in and out a few times, while the man above you chuckles.

“No, you ain’t, little minx.” His grin is still wide though, hiking your one leg higher to get a better look at the way your greedy pussy swallows up his long fingers and he fucks you open so easily. “S’okay tho, I forgive ya. ‘Cus I’m gonna get to fuck this pretty pussy first.” The slick sounds fill the room and sound so, so loud, and lewd, and yet, there’s still more noise coming from your throat as he goes deeper again and his thumb finds your puffy clit with a little hum. “Uhuh, that feel good? Look at you enjoying this. Didn’t you want me ta stop? Huh?”

“Hm,” you just answer, grabbing your own chest with one hand, his arm with the other. He’s so much bigger than you like this, so muscular and intimidating. You look between your bodies to watch his fingers bottom out, and though the stretch is a little uncomfortable, it’s mostly just really, really good, filling your head with fog. Tsumu’s thick cock twitches between his legs, and he leans in to kiss you again. This time pulling his hand back to slide it into your mouth instead, making you gag when his fingers hit the back of your throat. You taste heady, a little musky, and lick your lips for the thin thread of spit when he pulls back.

“Alright, say thank you, Tsumu.”

“-thank you, Tsum-” you parrot, and also freeze under him when he goes to reposition himself and his cock head pushes at your sloppy, wet slit. “Wait- condom-”

“Shhh, just relax. If you freak out it’ll hurt ya.” He places one elbow next to your head, and lines himself up better, before starting to push into you already, and your leg jerks. He’s really big. Too big, you think, trying to take a deep breath as he starts breaking open your slick walls and slowly moving back and forth through it. “Aghh, that’s- it, that’s it, thatsithatsit-” He moans loudly, pushing your cheek up and kissing you back long and deep, tongues messily tangling and tasting each other, bumping noses as he fucks in, and in, and in. It pulls every thought out of you, every fiber filled with electricity. The tightness is painful, but you don’t want him to pull back, and judging by the way he groans into your mouth, he won’t anyway.

“You’re crazy if you think I’m fucking my tiny virgin cunt with a condom,” he pants when pulling back, eyes blown wide. His hand pushes your knee up more to stare at where you’re connected, before pulling back halfway and fucking back in, and the pressure on your womb and belly is enough to have you whining out so loud it barely sounds human. “That good, huh?” He bottoms out again, feels so fucking deep inside you that you can feel him high up in yourself bumping against your walls, and it feels so good, so, so good your toes curl and your knees lock around him.

“Fuck,” you can just barely gasp, before he pumps into you again, and starts really grinding himself into you. Slick drips out of you with each thrust, and makes the bed rattle under his weight. His hair sticks matt to his forehead, his lip pulled between his teeth, and the wet slapping of his hips meeting your skin is so distracting. Everything aches. Everything feels so good. You can barely even feel the sting anymore, jerking on his cock like you are. “Tsumu, I-”

“Gon’ have ta wait, princess,” he suddenly chokes, “yer clamping down on me like crazy— fuck.” He lifts one knee to push your legs open more, and then just shakes his head as he starts speeding up. “Oh, fuck it, gonna fill you up first. So fuckin’ tight, god, fuck-” The heavy thrusts go more sloppy, rapid as he chases his own orgasm and squeezes your thigh hard, yanking your teary cheeks back towards him as you pant to slide a finger between your lips and dropping a glob of his own spit into your mouth like it’s normal. Groaning into your mouth, and fucking his fat cock so deep into you you see stars. “One experience at a time, right?”

“Ah, Tsumu- p-please, fuck-me more, more, touch- more.” Your head rolls back as he pulls your hips back into him again and again, before suddenly locking up, and feeling how hot ropes of cum fill you up and he pants out your name in between a string of swears that all melt into a long growled moan as he stills. Only for a second though, because he’s quick to pull out and roll you back so that your knees are by your head, and he’s on top of you. He strokes his cock a few times, watching the last of the strings of thick cum land between your thighs. “Tsumu-” you pant, and take a breath, and pout- all at once. Because he stares at the way his cum comes out of your sloppy hole, before pushing it back inside. “Ughn-”

“Oh, don’t worry, baby. I’m not done. Not even close.” He spits onto his hand before bringing two fingers back to your pussy, and his thumb over your needy, puffy bud. And you jerk, blinks stuttering as you moan high and needy. Can’t help it. “Yer gonna wish I was done with ya long before I let ya out of this bed. I’m not done playing with my pussy.”

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