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sassycheesecake · 1 year

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A/N: I had this exact dream but with Atsumu. I wanted to try and write for Meian, cuz he hot as hell. Also, I don’t know if Japanese Pro Volleyball Teams have Managers, but in this story they do. Enjoy :) +18

words: 5145

genre: a lil‘ angst, fluff, smut in the beginning

warnings: sex dream, cursing

Shūgo Meian x Reader “Dream A Little Of Me”

“Oh (Y/N)... that feels so good… yeah j-just like that. Holy shit! O-Ohh…” Meian moans heavily with your wandering touches.

His broad chest rises and falls fast, his mind is all over the place.

Your skilled tongue swirls around the head of his long cock, making it twitch with need and he blissfully pants as precum starts dripping from the tip.

”(Y/N) please… stop teasing me… I want to fuck you so bad.” Meian tangles his hand in your hair and tugs on it occasionally. His other hand fists the sheets of the bed.

You willingly let go of his cock, making a ‘pop’ noise as you retreated from his form.

A mix string of saliva and precum connects your wet lips and his tip and Meian throws his head back in satisfaction, trying to calm his breathing.

Looking at him with a glint in your eyes, you crawl onto his lap, placing each leg next to his waist.

Meian stares at you with flushed cheeks, a small smile growing on the corner of his lips.

Small hands resting on his ripped abdomen, you begin to sit down on him with a dreamy sigh, feeling him stretch your insides out.

Gasping at his enormous size, he too, moans shakily at the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing him.

”Hah, hah. Gosh your pussy feels amazing!”, scrunching his face in gratification, he places his giant hands on your hips, grasping them tightly.

Meian opens his eyes and looks at you with pure love and adoration.

”(Y/N)… I love y-“ , Meian’s voice stops suddenly and you hear your annoying alarm going off.

You wake up with a startling gasp, scooching back and moving to sit up against your headboard as you try to calm your breathing and your racing heart.

Unbelievable, this is now the third time you dreamed about the MSBY’s Captain like this.

Rubbing your hands over your face, you groan in sexual frustration as you replay the images in your head over a naked Shūgo Meian confessing his feelings for you.

Just everything about that guy is perfect. His smile, his stature, his personality, he’s just a dream come true.

As a Captain of a Pro Volleyball team, he is strict with his teammates and is not afraid to scold three certain rascals for their shenanigans every day from time to time.

Yet, as the Manager of MSBY, he never raised his voice or scolded you in any way.

Even if you quite fucked up the first couple weeks when you started there, he always gives you a smile and tells you not to worry about it.

For example, you accidentally shrunk Meian’s jersey in the wash once and when you were telling him about it, waiting and bracing for a long and harsh lecture to come, he just looked really pained when he said that you shouldn’t worry about it, that he will just tell the Coach to order a new one.

When those words came out of his mouth, everyone, even the unapproachable Sakusa, looked in pure shock at the interaction between Meian and you.

Bokuto, Hinata and Atsumu gaped with open mouths as they got scolded once for just being two minutes late for training and you didn’t even get the slightest glare for being 20 minutes late.

You have been their Manager for about five months now, the daily routine now easy as a breeze to you.

It happened like two months ago when you started developing a crush on the raven-haired man.

Unfortunately you remember this day as if it happened yesterday.

Everyone was done with training, headed straight to the showers and left the Volleyball gym in a hurry. Or so you thought.

It was around 18:00 and training officially ended 30 minutes ago. Guessing that all the players have already left since it was so quiet, you use your key to go into the locker room to collect the dirty and sweaty jerseys from the washing basket that evening.

Noticing the door was still unlocked, you didn’t think much of it, simply deciding that Meian forgot to lock the room after he left.

When you entered the still light up locker room you didn’t expect a half-naked Meian to be standing in front of his locker with just a white fluffy towel wrapped around his waist.

Your eyes followed the water droplets as they ran down on the massive muscles on his torso and stomach, watched as they got soaked into the towel.

Meian turned his head in your direction and stared at you in shock but it was more the curiosity than shock that showed on his face.

After a few seconds, you felt an extraordinary heat blow up on your face and you let out a small scream as you turned around and left as quickly as you entered.

Meian stared dumbfounded at the door where you left and heard a small amount of apologies getting quieter and quieter.

He just chuckled at your behavior and resumed changing.

Once he was done, he saw you waiting outside and it was pouring down.

Wanting to clear the awkward air after the embarrassing encounter, he approached you and offered to walk you home but as soon your ears picked up on his voice, your eyes were wide and you told him off, saying you were going to miss your train.

Meian tried to stop you but you were already sprinting to the train station in the rain saying you were going to be fine on your own.

The Middle Blocker stared sadly after your retreating form and kicked a trash can over in frustration. The loud bang of the trash can falling down on the pavement echoed in the silent night.

Some of the trash landed on the floor and after he heaved out a deep sigh he picked up the trash and put it back in before he went home.

Meian has been developing feelings for you ever since you started and those feelings only started to grow the more time he spent talking to you. And now he thinks he blew his chance of getting closer to you.

Ever since that incident, you have been avoiding him like a pest. Always walking in a different direction whenever he is near, not talking to him any way except when it’s absolutely necessary, it’s almost driving him insane.

Meian thought he had a good relationship with you but your sudden strange and distant behavior makes him think you had a change of heart.

He honestly thought you liked him the same way he liked you. Maybe his mind was just playing tricks on him but nonetheless he decided to leave you alone.

His teammates notice the relationship change between you two, making it feel like two parents who had a bitter divorce because the other one got custody over the children.

Inunaki and Tomas notice it first when they have a small three-on-three match together after an intense training match.

They both take a drink from their water bottles, wiping the sweat off of their necks with towels which you handed out earlier.

Watching you pick up the scattered volleyballs around the court, Meian is about to grab the one you’re about to pick up and your eyes make contact with his dark ones.

For a moment, neither of you say anything, simply staring at each other.

All of sudden, you straighten up and walk around him with a neutral expression on your face, still not saying anything, beginning to collect the used towels on the floor left by Atsumu and Bokuto.

Meian’s remorseful gaze follows your figure and he breathes out slowly and closes his eyes, grabbing the ball with his hands and throws it into the volleyball cart.

Inunaki nudges Tomas with his elbow, gaining the Middle Blocker’s attention.

“Did something happen between Cap and (Y/N)?” He questions him.

Tomas looks at you and then Meian, before he answers with a clueless shrug of his shoulders.

“Don’t know about Cap but I just feel like (Y/N) is lately more quiet than usual.”

“Yeah but like a couple of weeks ago, they were talking so much and seemed really friendly towards each other. Then just like that-”, he snaps his fingers, “they act like complete strangers.”

Tomas thinks for a few moments before he decides to speak up again.

“Maybe something DID happen between them that causes them to behave like that. I mean look at them, they are acting like they’ve never interacted with one another.”

Atsumu appears and joins their conversation. He rests his sweaty arm on Inunaki’s shoulder as he leans against him.

“What we talkin’ ‘bout?” the sandy-blonde asks and Inunaki grimaces at the gesture but doesn’t shrug him off.

Tomas begins to answer.

“We’ve just been talking about how Meian and (Y/N) have been acting differently toward each other. Almost like there’s a visible tension hanging in the air.”

Atsumu grins at that, not being able to refrain the next words from spilling out.

“Ya think they fucked? Maybe he didn’t give ‘er a good time and she tries ta avoid ‘im cuz of it.” The Setter laughs.

The Libero and Middle Blocker’s faces change into disbelief and disgust and Inunaki shrugs Atsumu off.

“Meian doesn’t strike me as the type to just sleep with someone to just get their dick wet. Unlike you of course.” Tomas grins cheekily at Atsumu and he scowls at him.

“Fuck off.” The blonde man spits at him before walking off.

Inunaki shakes his head at their behavior and looks back at you.

You’re looking troubled, almost sad as you collect the towels together from Bokuto and Hinata as they hand you their black towels as well.

The energetic duo seems to notice your expression and their smiles drop immediately as they ask you what is troubling you with concerned faces.

You just shake your head and wave them off, walking away to resume your duties.

Hinata and Bokuto share a look of worry but leave you be.

The Wing Spikers walk into the direction of the locker room of the MSBY Jackals followed by the rest of the teammates.

Inunaki and Tomas both agree that they should ask their Captain in the locker rooms about his and your tense body language and silent treatments lately.

Coach Foster has also noticed your change of attitude as well, your usual cheerful expression replaced by a dark cloud of sadness looming over you.

Walking over to you, he tries to indulge in a talk with you.

”(Y/N)? You okay? The guys didn’t say anything mean or inappropriate to you did they?” Foster starts.

Startled by his sudden voice, you turn around to him with a small smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Y-Yeah I am fine, having some private trouble sir.”

He purses his lips at your answer and advises you to leave the trouble at home and not bring it to work.

Accepting his advice you apologize for your behavior and you promise him to be in a better mood tomorrow.

~ At the same time in the locker room ~

The team members of MSBY are all freshly showered, getting dressed and ready to go home.

Meian rubs his head dry with a towel and Tomas and Inunaki share a quick glance before nodding to each other.

Tomas clears his throat and Meian whips his head and his direction with an arched eyebrow.

“Yeah? Did you need something?” Meian asks him.

“Uhh…” , he begins.

Tomas turns his head to look at Inunaki and he just sends him a thumbs up with an unsure smile as encouragement.

Meian looks at Inunaki, back to Tomas and begins to get slightly irritated at his teammate’s behavior.

”Well?” Meian starts to get impatient and Tomas is not used to this side of him.

“Inunaki and I were wondering if something happened between you and (Y/N). We just feel like you had such great chemistry with her and it’s like the next day, you’re acting like you don’t know each other.”

Bokuto, Hinata, Atsumu and even Sakusa slow down their movements, quite intrigued by what the raven-haired Middle Blocker has to say.

Meian stops for a second, pondering what to say.

”I don’t know.” He begins.

“You know when I had to stay behind to clean the mess you guys left in the locker room? (Y/N) saw me while I was there. She’s been distant since.” The spiky black-haired Middle Blocker explains.

Questions started flowing through the room immediately, not acknowledging the fact that Meian was pissed about the dirty laundry that they left on the floor for you to clean up.

”Woah did she see you naked??” Wide golden eyes stare in amazement at Meian.

“Did she confess to you or something?” Hinata suggests with stars in his eyes.

“Please tell me you didn’t sleep with her in here, I am going to kill you if you did.” Sakusa scrunches his face in disgust and anger.

”Was yer size really that disappointin’?” Atsumu teases with a shit-eating grin.

Meian looks at his team and puts on his MSBY sweats, only giving one answer.

”No we didn’t do anything inappropriate, she just saw me in a towel and ran out like the room was on fire.”

Silence, followed by some laughter from Atsumu’s and Bokuto’s side.

“Is that it? Then why do you look so down about it?” Barnes finally joins the group, already dressed and ready to go.

Meian blows air through his nose, looking at Barnes with tired eyes.

“I like her. A lot. Maybe more than I’d care to admit. But now I feel like I ruined my chances with her.”

Atsumu leans against the locker next to Meian’s and starts taunting him.

”Awww she don’ wan yer dick? Is that why ya been so pissy lately bro?”

Meian doesn’t look at Atsumu and puts on a fresh new shirt from his locker.

Still ignoring his teammates, he puts his bag over his shoulder and leaves the locker room without a word of goodbye, slamming the door on his way out.

Everybody gapes at the Captain’s reaction, if you could even call that a reaction and turn to glare at their Setter.

Atsumu is aware of everyone’s eyes on him and he just says cluelessly with wide eyes “What?” when he glimpses in the round.

Bokuto’s excited deep voice breaks the silence.

”I think they’re SO cute together!” Bokuto puts his hands over his heart and sighs dreamily.

”So do I! Maybe we can convince them to talk together!” Hinata suggests.

“Are you serious? Are you going to play matchmaker?” The curly dark-haired Outside Hitter asks Hinata in a ridiculous tone when he puts on a fresh mask from his bag.

“Omi you should totally participate! Consider this a team building exercise!“ Bokuto beams.

“Yeah Omi-Omi! Join the group of ‘Match made in Heaven’!” Atsumu adds.

“No.” Sakusa says bluntly and leaves the locker rooms without another word.

”I don’t think we should snoop our noses in their mess. They are both adults after all, they need to sort this out themselves.” Barnes swings his bag over his shoulder and bids his teammates goodbye.

Tomas, Atsumu, Bokuto, Inunaki and Hinata are the only ones left now in the changing room.

“Well you can definitely count us in.“ Inunaki smiles at his teammates with a supportive thumbs up and a wide grin, while Tomas just nods his head in agreement with a small smile on his face.

“Awesome! Let operation ‘Jackal Love‘ spring into action!“ The white-haired boasts his fists in the air with a massive grin on his excited face.

“Shōyō, text ‘er ta meet ‘us’ tomorrow at Ninja Ramen. She’ll probably answer ya unlike the rest of us. Besides Bokkun, ya have da best connection with her.” Atsumu puts the word ‘us’ in a quotation with his fingers.

Hinata takes out his phone and starts to write the message to you, while the remaining MSBY members peeking over his shoulder to read what he types down.

~ Back to you ~

You finish putting the clean towels away and walk your way home in the cold dark without saying goodbye to the team.

Sitting in the cold train wagon, you wrap your black fluffy winter jacket closer to your body, trying to stay warm.

You feel a vibration in the pocket of your jacket, signaling you got a text. Grabbing the phone out, you unlock it to open the message from Hinata.

> Sunshineball #2 ☀️ 17:48 <

‘(Y/N)!!! We are all going out for dinner tomorrow night! Wear something pretty! 😃’

> You 17:50 <

‘Sorry Shōyō 😕 I am usually pretty tired after work, maybe another time 😊’

Hinata pouts at your answer, showing the others your reply.

“Be a lil‘ bit more persistent bro!“ Atsumu tells Hinata.

Hinata thinks for a moment, before he starts typing again.

> Sunshineball #2 ☀️ 17:51 <

‘Awww c’mon! 😭😭 Bo and I will be very sad otherwise! 🥲’

Thinking for a few moments, you actually agree. You haven’t been out in a while and the constant hiding from Meian has been tiring you out.

> You 17:59 <

‘Alrighty then 🤗 What time and where?’

> Sunshineball #2☀️ 18:00 <

‘Let’s say 18:00 @Ninja Ramen 🍜 !!’

> You 18:01 <

‘👌🏻💞’

When the rest of the MSBY Jackals read your message they all cheer loudly and text their Captain to be there at the same time.

~ The next day ~

It’s 17:15 and Coach Foster decided to let everyone go home early today since it’s Friday. Atsumu has asked his brother for help to reserve a table at Ninja Ramen, since Osamu‘s girlfriend owns the place. Thankfully she is a really nice person and immediately agreed to the plan, much to Osamu‘s dismay that she is being too nice to Atsumu.

The operation “Jackal Love” starts now. The matchmakers except Meian, you and the non-participant Sakusa, know about their hooking-up-plan.

As everyone gets ready to go home, Hinata and Bokuto have been excited all day long, getting on Sakusa‘s nerves.

Once Meian hits the showers, Sakusa walks over to Hinata with an aggravated scowl.

“Will you stop it?! Your constant twitching and giddiness is getting on my nerves!“

Sakusa‘s foul mood doesn’t scare Hinata in the slightest.

”Ahhh I am sorry I can’t! I am so excited for (Y/N) and Meian’s date tonight!” The orange haired Wing Spiker gloats.

Sakusa’s scowl changes into disbelief and he whips his head into Bokuto’s and Atsumu’s direction.

”You’re joking right? You didn’t seriously set those two up for tonight.“ The Outside Hitter hisses at them.

“Why not? It’s ‘bout damn time somethin’ happened between ‘em. I cannot take their sexual tension anymore.“ Atsumu defends.

Sakusa scoffs in disgust and leaves the locker room to go home. Before he exits the room though, Bokuto calls after him.

“Omi! I will keep you updated on the lovebirds!“

Sakusa doesn’t reply and closes the door.

Inunaki waves his teammates over in a hurried manner and the rest gets changed quickly before moving over to their Libero.

“Okay guys, Meian will be out of the showers in a little bit, we only have a few minutes. So here’s the plan again. Meian and (Y/N) will meet each other at Ninja Ramen in about 45 minutes. What are you all going to say or write in the group chat when the clock strikes 18:00?“ Inunaki asks in the round.

“Samu needed help movin’ somethin’.“ Atsumu answers easily.

“The new Call of Duty Game came out and Bokkun and I forgot to pick it up and we only have today to pick it up before they send it back!“ Hinata adds.

“I twisted my ankle in the subway and Barnes needs to drive me home.“ Tomas sighs while crossing his arms over his chest.

Inunaki nods happily with every answer, giving his own reply after Tomas‘ answer.

“Great! Now let’s all get out of here!“ The light-haired Libero shoos the rest of the team out, except Meian who just turned the shower off.

Walking into the locker room with a black towel around his waist, Meian notices that it’s deadly quiet.

Not thinking much of it, he changes into a long-sleeved black polo shirt along with a pair of black ripped jeans and black-and-white All Star sneakers.

Spraying some perfume on him, he finishes packing his bag and heads out towards his car.

Noticing that some of the cars of the players are gone, Meian thinks that his teammates are already on their way to the restaurant.

After 15 minutes, Meian arrives in front of the colorful LED sign that reads ‘NINJA RAMEN’ in cursive writing.

What’s weird though is, that no members of the Jackals are in front of the restaurant.

The shop is open and he sees waiters walking around but he doesn’t see any familiar faces.

While Meian waits in his car, little rain droplets begin to fall on his windshield, the sound gently disturbing the silence.

After about 8 minutes of waiting, the time now being 17: 55, Meian gets out of his car and while he is walking towards the restaurant, he takes his phone out of his pocket and texts his teammates.

‘MSBY Jackals 🐾’

> Me <

Where are you guys? Aren’t we meeting at 18:00 @Ninja Ramen?

> Pestilence #1 <

Ahh sorry cap, Bo and I had to pick up the new COD game!

They would have sent it back otherwise and I already paid for it…

We won’t be able to make it sorry!😕

> Pestilence #2 <

What he said 🤩☝🏻

> Pestilence #3 <

Samu needed help movin a new cabinet into his apartment,

sorry it was last minute won’t make it either sorry 🤐

> Sakusa <

I am not coming anyway.

> Me <

Are you serious??😡 Barnes? Tomas? Inunaki?

> Barnes <

Adriah twisted his ankle badly in the subway, taking him home

we won’t make it either

> Inunaki <

Yeah my dog ate something bad I have to take him to the vet sorry

> Me <

Well I am going home then if no one is coming…

> Pestilence #3 <

(Y/N) is comin tho. Just have dinner with her 😁

As Meian is about to turn around and leave, you show up.

Slightly drenched from the sudden rain, you tighten your jacket a little bit more around yourself.

Taking your headphones out of your ears you give him a tight smile and pack your headphones away into your bag.

‘’Where is everyone? We are both on time” you question him.

Meian heaves out a deep sigh before he answers you.

“They bailed on us, it’s just you and me. I hope that’s okay” The Captain rubs his neck nervously.

Honestly, you could scream right now. Out of excitement or frustration, you’re not really sure about that.

Somehow you get the feeling that the scheming members of your team have something to do with this.

Nonetheless, you give him a small smile and nod.

Meian returns your smile and opens the door for you to enter first. The doorbell chimes softly with your arrival.

Quietly thanking him for opening the door, you walk in and that amazing smell of Ramen broth is immediately hitting your nose.

You can feel your stomach grumbling and Meian follows you inside.

It is a busy night, a lot of people are occupying the tables, laughing and drinking with family or friends.

A waitress comes around the corner and greets the both of you warmly, she beckons you to follow her, while she carries two menus in her hands.

As you both sit down, she puts the menus on your table and writes down the drinks you and Meian have ordered.

It is quiet for a while, neither of you know how to start the conversation or in other words how to address the elephant in the room.

“Meian I -”, “(Y/N) listen -” you both start.

“Go ahead.” He beckons you.

You weren’t exactly sure where to start. Apologizing seems the best way to start the conversation.

“I just want to start by saying how sorry I am to have burst in the locker rooms the other day. I-I thought everyone has already left and I didn’t expect to see you still in there. Naked. B-Barely covered.” Squeaking like a shy little mouse, your voice gets quieter at the end of your sentence.

You can feel your cheeks and your neck heating up like crazy and you don’t have the nerve to look at the Captain's face.

For a few seconds Meian is not saying anything until he chuckles a little bit and leans forward to meet your eyes that are still focused on the table.

“(Y/N). (Y/N), look at me. Please.” He pleads in a soft voice.

You force yourself to look up, straighten your posture and he gives you a warm smile with a look of adoration and… something else you can’t quite place.

His pupils are dilated as he stares at you.

Only a person in deep love would look at another person like Meian is looking at you right now.

“It was just the wrong time at the wrong place. Accidents happen.” He begins.

The waitress comes back with your drinks and writes down your order of two dishes of Miso Ramen with pork.

Leaving you two alone again, Meian continues where he was left off.

He clears his throat and a small blush decorates his cheeks. Looking at his massive hands, he fidgets a little bit before looking at you again.

“I just wanted to apologize as well. I am sorry that I didn’t talk to you after the incident happened. I just felt you’re too uncomfortable around me and I didn’t want to make it worse.”

“You don’t make me uncomfortable at all! I just… I really like you Meian. I thought if I didn’t talk to you anymore my feelings for you would disappear.” Quickly realizing what you just said your eyes feel like they bulge out of your sockets and you place your hands against your face to hide the shame.

“Please ignore what I just said. This was a bad idea.” You try to get up and leave but Meian snatches your wrist before you can disappear.

“No! Wait! Please don’t walk away again! I feel the same way about you (Y/N)” The Middle Blocker confesses.

Did you hear that right? The Captain of a professional Volleyball team likes you too?!

You sit down again but Meian doesn’t let go of your hands, instead he tightens his hold around them.

“I liked you for quite some time now, I was just honestly sure you didn’t like me in the same way. But you have no idea how happy it makes me right now to hear you say that.” He begins to lace your fingers together with his gorgeous smile.

You blush at his comment and as you are about to reply, the waitress comes with your mouth-watering ramen.

It is now a very nice atmosphere, the two of you talking about your favorite shows, your high school lives and about the team.

After dinner is over, Meian pays for your guys’ food and opens the door for you like the gentleman he is.

It is still pouring outside and you turn towards each other, getting wet by the rain.

The temperature has cooled down, making your breaths visible to the eye. Yet the cold doesn’t bother either of you. The thought of knowing that you return each others’ feelings makes your heart warm enough.

“So… I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, Meian.” You stare into his dark eyes while rubbing your cold hands together.

“Call me Shūgo. Do you want me to drive you home? My car is right over there.” He suggests.

“No it’s okay the train station is not far from here.” You assure him.

Meian steps a little bit closer to you and takes your cold hands into his warm ones.

“I know this seems kind of forward… but ever since I saw you for the first time, I really wanted to kiss you. Can I?” He whispers, his face coming closer to yours.

You answer him by removing your hands from his and stand on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck to pull him towards you.

Feeling his soft lips against yours makes your body explode in fireworks. Meian envelopes his arms around your hips and pulls you even closer to him.

The rain makes this kiss even better, it feels more romantic, more intimate.

The two of you continue to kiss, feeling his tongue trying to enter your mouth, you grant him access and the Captain begins to explore your mouth.

Fingers carding through his now very wet hair, he sighs heavily and swallows your moans.

Finally pulling apart from each other what feels like an eternity, you are both panting and smiling at each other like idiots in love. Which you are.

“Do you want to come back to my place?” He grins at you cheekily.

“So bad.” You grin back and follow him to his car.

-Le next day -

Everyone except Meian is already in the locker room the next morning. Oddly enough no one questions it because they can already guess why the Captain is late.

As soon as the rest enters the gym, they are greeted by the sight of gross PDA between their Captain and their manager.

You try to push Meian away with a blush and a smile on your face as he follows you around trying to hug you.

“Shūgo, stop it! They will be here any second” you scold him in a laughing voice.

“No can do baby, you’re just so soft. Wanna hug you all the time.” He wraps his strong arms around your waist from behind and peppers your cheek with his soft kisses, making you giggle like a fourteen-year old in love.

No one says anything. They just stand by the entrance and watch in a mix of happiness, cringe and disgust at the sight.

Sakusa turns to his teammates with a pissed expression, as begins to walk in.

“This is all your fault. I would rather take the silent treatment act over this any day.”

“What have we done?” Inunaki asks with a shuddering voice.

@rukia-uchiha-98 @lyditheoverthinker @writtenbynightlock @nerd-of-karasuno

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kitasgloves · 5 months

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Sexy Escapades ft. MSBY 4

— ♬ NSFW, MINORS DNI, female reader but can be interpreted as gender-neutral, haikyuu timsekip

BOKUTO KOUTARO

(doggystyle & cowgirl)

Oh boy he's a pounder

He likes to grab your ass during doggy and it for sure leaves red marks

I'm losing my mind thinking about Bokuto grabbing your wrists from behind and pulling your body against him whenever he thrusts forward, would literally make you go cross-eyed

He's a sucker when you ride him, he'd literally beg you to ride his cock

He'd be all grabby, his hands aren't stuck in one place. He'd grab your waist, squeeze your breasts, or caress your face

I'd like to imagine when he's close, he'd grab you by both of your arms or by your neck (if he's feeling aggressive) and he'd thrust his hips upward frantically until he cums

"Oh, fuck baby, take that! Take all of it"

HINATA SHOYO

(pussyeating & facesitting)

Ninja Shoyo is a whole new breed bro oml

He's a giver I just know ittttt

He's eager to please but knows how to tease and rile you up until you beg for it

Going feral thinking about him burying his face into your cunt and just lapping all of your juices like a thirsty man left in the desert

He'd play with your clit. He'd lick, suck, and even grazes his teeth against it to scare or excite you

He'll use his fingers, burying them deep into your dripping pussy

Literally, eyes shut, groaning because he can feel you close to cumming on his tongue

My man enjoys facesitting. Don't even worry about suffocating him if you got thick thighs or a fat ass

He'd grip your thighs hard then knead them as he passionately eats you out until you're about to collapse

He'd probably unintentionally overstimulate you, oops

"Come on, give it to me babe. Give me everything"

MIYA ATSUMU

(finger fucking & thigh riding)

Idk about y'all but I think Atsumu has those dangerously precise fingers that know where to find the perfect spot inside of you that makes you scream

Doesn't even take more than five minutes and he has you close to cumming around his thick and talented fingers

He'd use three to four fingers frantically pumping inside of you, while he uses his thumb to massage your clit

Would literally make you see stars omg

He's the type to look you dead in the eye and lick your cum off his fingers with a smug smirk SOMEONE PLS CHECK ON MY PULSE RIGHT NOW

Okay, he's got NFTs; Nice Fucking Thighs. And he knows how to use them.

He'd grab you by the waist and tell you to grind on his thigh. If he's feeling generous he'd help you cum by grinding his thigh up and down your clit.

Doesn't mind you making a mess on his thighs, he'd ask you to lick it all off anyway.

"Yer really nasty aren't ya sweetheart? Yeah, just like that, lick yer cum off my thigh and I'll treat ya real good"

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

(fingering & missionary)

Those bendy wrists are perfect for fingering I said what I said. It's a great exercise for him

When he fingers you, it's slow and passionate. He takes his time analyzing what makes you feel good. He lives for those tiny reactions like gasps and whimpers whenever his fingers brush a particular spot

He'd alternate from one hand to another after he makes you cum. He'd bury his face against your neck and whisper nasty shit to you that brings you to the edge.

Sakusa likes missionary fight me on this bitch. He likes seeing his partner's reactions when he pounds into them slowly.

He goes slow and hard, you'll feel every hard thrust and it will make your eyes roll back each time

If he's feeling aggressive he'd have a hand around your neck too.

When he's close, he'd grab both of your legs and place them over his shoulders. He'd lean forward and start to pound at the same pace but this time he's deeper

Will literally leave you convulsing when cum.

"Fuck! You like that? Of course, you do darling. Ready to give me one more?"

BONUS: squirting or creampie?

Squirting:

Hinata (he thinks it's fun)

Atsumu (sometimes)

Sakusa (a shocker, I know)

Creampie:

Bokuto (is literally obsessed)

Atsumu (is an enthusiast)

©kitasgloves (do not steal or copy)

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teamatsumu · 7 months

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kinktober 2023 -> day 1

Thigh riding - Miya Atsumu x reader

word count: 745

warnings: smut (obviously), fem!reader, slight degradation, dumbification, atsumu being a little shit but what else is new

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When Atsumu had walked in through the door of your shared apartment and immediately started whining about how tired he was, you had expected him to flop onto the mattress and start snoring mere seconds later. You hadn’t prepared yourself for this possibility.

His eyes were tired and heavy lidded, yet trained on your moving figure with a heat burning behind them that was enough to light your own core on fire. His head leaned back against the couch, legs spread wide to support the weight of your body, hands lazily running over your hips, doing nothing to aid your frantic movements. His lips were parted, tongue darting out occasionally to run over them, his gaze alternating from your flushed face to the wet spot between your legs.

Your thighs were indeed damp from the friction that came with your movements, your breaths coming in quick and broken. Your pussy was weeping, soaking not only through your clothes, but leaving a dark spot on Atsumu’s black shorts. Your hips were tired by now, you had been at it for almost half an hour. And you had reached the very edge of your sanity.

The problem was that you couldn’t push yourself over that edge.

“C’mon, baby.” Atsumu encouraged you, still looking at you but making no effort to move on his own. “Yer almost there. Keep goin’.”

“Can’t-” You gasped out in reply, struggling to even hold yourself up. Your legs felt like jelly, cheeks hot and sweat gathering near your hairline. You dragged your cunt over his massive thigh once again, whining when it scraped your oversensitive clit. The knot in your stomach was slowly loosening as your movements decreased, and you nearly cried out in frustration.

“‘Tsumu, I can’t.” You repeated, pleading with your boyfriend with wet eyes. Atsumu clicked his tongue and hummed.

“‘M tired, sweets. Today was rough at practice.”

Had you been in any right state of mind, you would’ve retorted with something like ‘so why did you want to do this in the first place?’, but you were barely hanging on to your sanity. In fact, you didn’t even notice the glimmer of amusement in his eyes, indicating just how much he was enjoying this. Your brain was mush and all you could think about was reaching sweet release. A very small part of you was mad at him for making you reach your high all on your own when he was right there, but a much bigger part was beyond turned on at the thought of grinding yourself on his thigh while he watched you use him for your own pleasure.

But somehow, despite the circumstances, it still felt like Atsumu was in control. Like he was still in charge of your pleasure. Despite you being the one doing all the work, it felt like Atsumu was gaining more pleasure from this than you were, the proof being his raging boner, straining against his shorts and begging to be released.

The thought turned you on even more.

Atsumu sighed as he watched you struggle, as if resigning to your request, before he pushed his leg up, flexing. You moaned in relief when it pressed just right against your poor, abused clit, eyes rolling up. Tingling sensations coursed through your body as your core tightened again, Atsumu’s leg bouncing with more efficiency than anything you could muster. Your hands fisted his shirt tightly, trying to gain leverage.

“Useless little thing,” he groaned, tightening his grip on your hips and pushing down on them to increase the friction even more. You nearly curled into yourself at the dizzying feeling, head falling forward onto Atsumu’s shoulder until he was effectively holding your body up, already so close and ready to snap.

“Can’t do anything on yer own. Yer pussy is so used to me. It can’t cum without me no more.”

Your whole body tensed then, orgasm finally hitting you after so long of building up. You gasped and shuddered as your legs seized, feeling Atsumu wrap his arms around your waist and pull you into him for stability. Your face buried itself in his neck, taking in his wonderful scent, mixed with a hint of sweat from practice, as he hummed in your ear, praising you for how good you were and how great you felt wetting his entire thigh. You were barely listening.

You slumped into him afterward, eyes falling shut as tiredness crept over your body, finally satisfied. You felt him press his lips to your temple.

“Thanks fer the show, sweets.”

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utahimeow · 1 year

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play of the game — atsumu miya

summary — your boyfriend cheats on you, so to get back at him you sleep with his biggest enemy— the quarterback of your college’s rival team.

pairing — qb!atsumu miya x f!reader

warnings — nsfw content. minors dni. college football au, mentions of cheating, smut, oral (m receiving), fingering, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie, mild degradation (slut, whore)

word count — 4.7k

author’s note — this is just a porn script tbh

Finding your boyfriend in bed with another girl is not something anyone expects, and it's certainly not something anyone can prepare for.

The faces of the two culprits as you discovered them will remain ingrained in your mind forever— they even had the audacity to act shocked, like you had been the one to inconvenience them.

In an instant everything had turned red, and you turned on your heel and stomped out of the house, curse words flying out of your mouth in a never-ending stream, fists balled up by your sides, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. Not tears of sorrow, though, no. Tears of sheer, total rage.

You didn't even want to look at Ken, let alone listen to him as he trailed behind you and begged for you to let him explain. He sounded pathetic, the way his voice cracked with desperation— anyone would think he's the victim. Not a thing in the world could have convinced you to stay, so you hopped in your car and sped away without looking back.

"Two years tossed away like that. What an idiot. The night before his semi-finals too, unbelievable! And the fact that he cheated on someone like you? Pathetic. Every day I’m reminded why I left your father. And I’m glad I did!”

“Oh, my God, mom,” you exclaim, both out of exasperation and laughter. You’re helping her cut vegetables for dinner— something you’d hoped would get your mind off of the entire situation, but as it turned out your mother shared your contempt for the boy. “I don’t wanna talk about him anymore.”

Her face drops, morphing into a pity that in turn makes you feel bad. “I’m so sorry, I was hoping talking smack about him would make you feel better.”

You giggle, but quickly your shoulders slump.

“I just wanna forget about the whole thing," you admit. Perhaps it's not... the healthiest way to deal with it, but you know from experience that once you let yourself go, everything comes crashing down and you lose control. So you resort to pushing things away for long enough until they're not a problem in your life anymore, and that's exactly what you plan to do this time.

But your muscles are still tense with the burning anger your ex-boyfriend brought you, knowing he probably hoped to get away with it. Probably planned on buying you flowers and a glittery necklace so you wouldn't suspect a thing.

"Why don’t we go to a club tomorrow?”

"What?" you spit, frowning as you whip your head towards her.

"Well, I doubt you still wanna go to your ex's football game," your mom says, shrugging.

"Yeah, but why would we go to a club?" you ask, finding yourself laughing at the absurdity of her suggestion.

"To get drunk and forget, why else?”

You stare at the carrot in your hand, and also the knife, pondering. The last thing you want to do is go to the game. But not showing up would mean Ken wins, and you don't want that either.

You want him to feel terrible for what he did, which is why you'll show up and support his rival team– the Black Jackals. They've always been better in every way. Stronger, more strategic. He despises them for it. No matter how hard he and his team pushed themselves, they could never pull through. It doesn't make it any better that the quarterback is a smug asshole who makes sure Ken never forgets that he's second best.

That's it: Atsumu's the perfect revenge. What better way to get back at a cheater, than sleeping with the enemy?

The next day, game day, you put together an outfit that you know will make people stare, and more importantly it'll catch Atsumu's attention. A simple cropped cardigan that makes it look semi-casual, paired with a tennis skirt that's a little short to be modest.

You show up to the game right as it starts, filled with vengeance and an indomitable will.

Your ex-boyfriend spots you as he runs onto the field, flashing his pearly teeth at you, a smile that once had you melting. Now all it does is bother you. Makes your jaw clench and your hands tighten into fists. You glare back at him with daggers.

Atsumu is easy to spot. He's one of the tallest players on the field, and his presence takes up the entire stadium. His voice booms over the whole field when he barks his callouts. Like a magnet, he keeps everyone's eyes on him, including yours.

The game ends with a final score of 55-46. It's no surprise to you that the Jackals manage to secure their spot in the state finals, not when Ken spends half the game gawking at the way you clap and cheer for the opposing team.

Atsumu's team swarms him, whooping and hollering and chanting his name, and you watch on with a strange sense of pride, or perhaps it's the satisfaction of spite. For a moment he catches your eye as you celebrate like it's your college, shooting you a wink before he's lost in the high of winning again.

Everything's working out perfectly.

You give it about twenty minutes for everyone to clear out until you head to the locker rooms. Before you enter, you reach for your phone, open your messages with Ken, and text him: "be at the locker room in 20 minutes no earlier no later".

The locker room is empty when you wander into it. There's almost no sign of life– except for one person, of course, the very one you're looking for. Number thirteen. Quarterback for the Black Jackals. Six feet and two inches of bleached blond waves and an ego the size of Mars. His confident posture makes him radiate contagious triumph. Frankly it's intimidating as hell, but in a way it thrills you.

You puff your chest out and hold your head high as you approach him, swaying your hips just enough to make you look confident but not conceited. You don't say anything. It's better to let him notice you.

Just a few feet away, Atsumu's eyes land on you, and almost immediately your gaze drops to his bare torso. Tan muscles flex with every movement, glimmering with droplets of water. His towel hangs low on his hips and six defined ripples run down his abdomen to where a distinct v-shaped line dips below the piece of fabric. Before you can help it, your mind drifts to the thought of being pressed against him.

"Hey," he says casually, tearing you suddenly from your little daydream. He looks at you like you're familiar to him. "You're Ken’s girl, right?"

You're not even subtle when you roll your eyes, sighing as you explain the story you're going to have to explain a hundred times for the next few weeks. "Not anymore. I found him hooking up with some girl yesterday."

"Oh, shit. I'm sorry," Atsumu says, face softening into something sympathetic.

You shrug. "It's his loss."

Atsumu grins, and the impressed look he stares at you with fuels your ego, egging you on as you step closer towards him.

"Actually, that's sort of why I'm here. I had an idea to, uh... get back at him," you say as he shuts his locker door over.

"Yeah? What's that?" he asks, turning to face you and towering over you when he does. He's almost scary now– shoulders so wide, even without his gear. You have to consciously tell yourself not to shrivel up and cower in front of him, so you let your eyes wander down his chest in an intentionally obvious way.

"Well... How do you think he'd feel about his ex hooking up with his biggest rival? His loathed enemy?"

Atsumu's thick eyebrows shoot up. For a moment you panic, thinking you've come on too strongly and freaked him out and ruined your chances. But a second later the corners of his lips curl up and his eyes fill with a curiosity and you relax a little.

"What's in it f’me?" he asks, but if he truly weren't interested he probably would have said no by now.

"You get to two-up him. Beat him to the state finals and fuck his ex."

He laughs, and it's the hottest thing you've ever heard. It's a low sound full of a type of confidence that borders arrogance. It's probably the best way to describe everything Atsumu does.

"That why ya wore that little skirt? So I'd notice ya?"

His words come almost unexpectedly, his accent betraying you, making your knees weak. You thought maybe you'd have to do a little more convincing, push him towards abandoning any morals. It leaves you having to compose yourself for a moment before you reply, and that's when your mind formulates a devilish idea.

"Actually it was so Ken would notice me and see what a mistake he made," you quip. That's when a grin spreads over his lips and his fingers land under your chin, immediately sending shivers down your entire body. God. If that's your reaction to a feather light touch of his fingers, then...

He steps forward, closing the gap between you and him until your back is pressed against the cold metal of the lockers. He leans in close, just half an inch away from your lips, so close, yet so far it's painful, but the way his giant figure looms over you has you frozen in place.

"Cute," he says.

"Fuck you," you breathe, so he gives you what you want, and you know it's because he wants it too. He kisses you, hard enough to knock your head back against the locker, but the way his lips melt against yours makes the pain turn into a dull tickle. Your arms latch around his neck like a reflex. His hands land on your waist, one moving straight to your ass, the other drawing circles into your hip as he pulls you in until you're flush against his hard body.

He barely has to try when he pushes his tongue past your lips– you're far too rapt by him to put up any sort of resistance. Your knees buckle, your thighs squeezing together as the pulsing between your legs grows almost unbearable. Atsumu works your mouth with his tongue with such fervour that you forget everything, clawing at his shoulders to keep yourself upright. You don't even realise he's unbuttoned your cardigan until he's tugging at the sleeves, pulling your mouth from his to tear it off of you.

Shamelessly his eyes drop to your chest and to the lacy black bra you chose to wear, then back up at you with a primal desire in his eyes, like he's asking for permission.

"Touch me, Atsumu," you mutter, near-whining when you do.

It’s all the assurance he needs. In the blink of an eye his lips are at your neck and his massive hands are cupping your tits and he's not holding back in fear of pushing too far anymore. His teeth graze at the delicate skin under your jaw, him nibbling at your flesh so harshly that you gasp, then you're smiling when you imagine what your neck will look like– tainted with tiny bruises from him for everyone to see.

You struggle to breathe when he squeezes your tits and kneads them in circles. A tiny moan slips past your lips as you breathe out, and it might be embarrassing if it didn't feel so fucking good.

Atsumu's hands trail along your sides with purpose, sending shivers running down your entire body, until they reach your ass once more. He tugs at the hem of your skirt and you mindlessly fiddle with the zipper to help him shove the fabric down your legs without second thought.

Atsumu pulls away, glancing down, raking his eyes down your body with his bottom lip caught between his teeth. "Fuck, yer gorgeous."

The air in the locker room is cold– something like sixty degrees with the air conditioner blasting– but you're dying from heat from the sheer hunger in the way Atsumu gazes at you. He wants to ravage you, his mind spinning at the thought of how you'll take him. His cock is so hard already where it presses against your stomach, it almost hurts him. He needs relief now.

"On yer knees," he utters. "Wanna put yer pretty mouth to use." Straight away you're sinking to the floor, sweet eyes filled with mischief. His thumb rests on your lips, gliding over them before he dips the finger inside. You don't hesitate in wrapping your lips around it, relishing the way Atsumu's mouth gapes at the sight.

Hurriedly he tears his towel away to reveal his erection, flushed pink, covered in protruding veins, thick and intimidatingly long. He takes his length in his hand, pumping it a few times to smear the precum that dribbles from his tip along his cock. Then he brings it to your mouth, tapping it against your lips like he's trying to make this moment last as long as possible.

You curl your nimble fingers around his dick, gripping his muscular thigh with your other hand for leverage, and bring his tip to your mouth. Your tongue darts out, kitten licking at his head while you move your hand up and down slowly to tease. For a second you pull back only to spit, using your hand to coat him with your saliva before you wrap your lips around him. He hisses when you do, his hand flying to your hair to push it out of your face.

There's so much of him. You're barely halfway to the base before he hits the back of your throat and your waterline swells with tears. Despite how much you fight to open your airway, you just can't.

"What, can't take any more of me?" he asks, tantalising. "Surprising, considering how much of a slut I can tell ya are."

You wish those words didn't spur you on as much as they do, but soon you find yourself bobbing up and down rapidly on his cock, fuelled by spite as you jerk off the rest of what you can't take with your hand, determined to prove something he already knows. You press your tongue forward, feeling smug when he twitches in your mouth.

"Oh, fuck," he whispers, low and raspy, his hand tightening its hold on your hair.

Before long you're running out of air, so you pull off of his cock with an exaggerated pop, letting a string of saliva follow you as you smile innocently and bat your lashes at him in a calculated manner.

Despite the fact that you're on your knees for him, he's the one that looks like he'll do anything for you.

Your head dips back down, but this time your mouth envelops one of his balls and for a moment you think he's about to pass out. He braces himself on the locker in front of him, letting out a low groan as you jerk him off and mouth at his balls simultaneously.

"Jesus, fuck," he breathes, swallowing hard. The praise makes your heart soar. Seeing him slowly come undone like this because of you sends you on a power trip. It's the strangest adrenaline rush you've ever had.

The noises your mouth makes are nothing but obscene. You let your spit slobber all over him with intent, twisting your hand as you work him quicker and quicker. Atsumu stutters out an endless stream of swears, falling apart slowly above you like it's his first time having his dick sucked. Experience comes in handy sometimes.

"Keep suckin’ like that ‘n’ I'll come all over yer face– fuck," he groans and you don't realise it's a threat until he yanks your head away from him. "Is that what ya want? Or do ya want me to fuck ya?"

Truth be told, Ken would lose it if he found out you so much as flirted with someone like Atsumu. If he knew you sucked his dick, you can guarantee some damage will be done. But if he knew you fucked him?

Without hesitating, you bring yourself to your feet, to your pathetic height compared to his, watching him devour you with his eyes. His hand moves to the space between your legs where he grazes fingers grazing over the fabric of your panties.

"Bet yer soaked already, hm?" he says. His eyes are half-lidded as he stares at you and your mouth drops open as he presses his fingers gently against you. Like a sadist, he smiles a little at your every reaction to his touches that are never quite enough, but that's just what he wants.

"Knew it," he says. He’s grinning. It’s terribly condescending. "Ya are soaked. And I haven't even taken yer panties off."

"Atsumu, please," you manage, but it's more of a whimper than actual words. He presses a little harder and you jolt, curling your hands around his biceps and giving a pathetic whine.

"What? Tell me what ya want." He knows exactly what.

"Need you..."

He laughs, low and patronising. "Sit on the bench for me, baby. Gotta prep ya first."

You do as told, settling on the bench a few feet away with your legs shamelessly apart for him. His massive hands are rough against your inner thighs, but still he manages to raise goosebumps all over your skin. His fingers find the band of your underwear, pulling lightly.

"Want these off ya," he rasps. You raise your hips a little as he tugs the fabric down your legs, leaving you entirely exposed and growing hot. "God, yer body is fuckin’ gorgeous."

His fingers move to your clit, and a moan slips out of your mouth once he starts to draw circles against it.

"So sensitive. What, yer ex-boyfriend never touch ya?"

He did. He wasn't bad, per se, but he was nothing mind-blowing in bed. Perhaps it's the rush of energy, the thrill of this entire ordeal that amplifies even the most gentle touches for you.

Atsumu's finger circles your hole, never quite dipping in like he's purposely testing your patience. His mouth curls into a devious grin as he gathers up your arousal and spreads it all over your clit, drawing a gasp out of you. "Yer dripping."

Still you physically don't care enough to feel embarrassed, even though you should be at the effect this man has on you. But when he slides two of his long fingers inside, with complete ease of course, your mind switches off and the only things that occupy it are Atsumu and the flicker of warmth growing in your stomach.

Slowly he pumps his fingers in and out of your hole, but his movements are filled with restraint. As much as he wants to fingerfuck you into oblivion, he needs to get you worked up first. Already your pussy clenches around him, sucking his fingers in subconsciously. He chuckles and you burn up.

"Needy little whore," he whispers, before his fingers curl upwards until they find that sweet spot within you with practised ease. Your head falls back then, a quivered moan leaving your mouth as he starts to stimulate you there.

What starts off steady turns into Atsumu dragging his fingers in and out of you with haste. His bicep flexes as he moves his wrist, thin veins popping up on the skin of his arm. He fucks you with such force you're shifting up and down the bench, crying his name as he pushes you towards your climax.

Your thighs tremble. Eyes rolling into the back of your head, your hands grip the edge of the bench so hard you might snap the wood. The pressure in your abdomen builds, but so does something else, something deeper at the same time.

Atsumu notices. He sees the desperate arousal in your eyes and speeds his pace even more to something almost unbearable.

"C’mon, be a good slut ‘n’ cum all over my fingers," he says with a grin.

His word is all you need. A few more pumps of his curved fingers and you're hurtling towards your orgasm. Your muscles go tight, and you're clenching around him, and everything is wet because you're gushing as you come.

Atsumu looks ridiculously proud, even more so than when he won today's game. He's got a shit-eating grin on his face, and it takes a few moments for it to hit you that you just squirted.

"Holy shit," you breathe. "I didn't... know I could do that."

Next thing you know, he grabs you by your waist, drops down to the bench and pulls you into his lap like you're nothing but a rag doll, giving you no room to breathe. You're still dizzy from your first orgasm, and now Atsumu drags the tip of his cock through your folds, making you flinch when he glides it over your sensitive and puffy clit.

"Ready?" he asks, letting his dominance crack momentarily to be replaced with subtle concern.

"Yeah," you breathe, tightening your grip on his shoulders as you brace yourself. Truth be told, you’re not ready. Your limbs feel as though there are weights strapped to them and if it weren’t for Atsumu’s thick arms holding you upright you’d probably flop right over. But the look on his face, the hungry gleam in his eyes fills you with greed.

A second later and that concern slips away completely as he pushes himself in, grabbing your hips to sink you down onto his cock slowly. He's barely inside you when you hiss out. The more he presses in, the bigger the stretch, and soon you feel as though you're being split in half.

"F-fuck, you're too big," you gasp, nails digging into his skin. It's a conflicting sensation, the sting as he splits you open and simultaneously the delicious feeling of him filling you up.

"Ya can take it, can't ya, baby?" he says, but it's not a question. It's a demand disguised as sympathy because moments later he pulls your hips down and buries himself to the hilt inside you, leaving your head spinning from the mixture of pain and bliss.

He's so, so much bigger than Ken and God, can you feel it. You think he might be reaching your cervix with how deep he is inside you.

With his hands clutching your hips, Atsumu begins to guide you up and down his cock. He's slow as he moves you, which shouldn't be too bad, but the strength he uses has you near gasping for air after only a few seconds. The backs of your thighs smack against his every time he brings you down, cutting through the silence of the entire locker room.

When his hips start to thrust up to meet yours, that's when you black out for a second.

"Oh, my God," you moan, so shameless it almost surprises you.

"Yeah?" Atsumu grins. Bronze eyes beam with enthusiasm, his hips spurring with speed. "Feels good?"

You start to reply, but a particularly hard thrust has you yelping out, an airy whimper that in no way helps the way that Atsumu fucks you with near-rage.

"Fuck, yer fuckin’ tight," he groans through gritted teeth. His fingers on your hips are turning unholy with a force that guarantees you'll have marks there to match your neck. Deep in your abdomen, a knot forms, tightening with every stroke and every breathy noise that Atsumu makes. "So wet too. God, I could cum right now."

He's pounding into you without relent. Your sweat-slick skin is flush against his as his cock drives into your sweet spot effortlessly with every merciless thrust. It drags against your warm, plush walls so nicely that you quickly find yourself becoming addicted, mind hazy with a craving to be fucked like this forever.

Out of the corner of your eye, in your fucked out state you can just about make out a figure at the entrance to the locker room.

Ken stands frozen, his face expressionless except for the way his mouth hangs and he blinks rapidly. You don't tell Atsumu to stop. You don't even think about it. He's far too taken over by a primal urge as he fucks you to even notice that someone's there.

You make sure to gaze directly into your ex-boyfriend's eyes as you give an obscene moan, grinning as you watch him stumble to leave, and everything becomes more sensitive as the success of your plan settles.

"Fuck, Atsumu," you whine, high pitched and needy, making his cock throb where it's inside you. You drop your head to his neck, nipping softly at his skin while his hands move to your ass and use it to keep you bouncing on his cock.

"Such a slut. Walkin’ in here and beggin’ me to fuck ya," he grunts. "All to get back at yer bitch of an ex-boyfriend, hah? Bet he never fucked ya this good. Bet ya never took his cock this well."

You're gripping onto Atsumu's toned shoulders for dear life, moaning desperately into his flesh as he pounds away at you. Your arousal drips down your thighs and there's a squelch with every drag of Atsumu's cock in and out of you. The knot in your stomach grows tighter and tighter until you're clenching all around him.

"I'm– ngh– I'm close," you warn him in a muffled, broken whimper. It's all you can manage right now with your brain nothing more than a fuzzy mess.

"Yeah? Gonna cum on my cock like a whore? Come on, baby. Cum on my fuckin’ cock." Atsumu is breathless too. He sounds out of it, his accent growing stronger in his ferocity as he coaxes you towards another orgasm, words mingling together as he speaks.

All it takes is a couple more thrusts of his cock until that sensation is back, before the heat in your belly erupts and spreads through every muscle in your body. Everything goes tense as the overwhelming bliss washes over you and it feels so good you're yelling, eyes rolling into the back of your head. You cling onto Atsumu as a surge of liquid from your pussy rains over his thighs.

Again. You squirted again.

"Good fuckin’ girl," he groans, baring his teeth with triumph, his hips never slowing their relentless pace. In fact, the way his cock throbs against your walls has him fucking into you with even more abandon as he chases his own climax.

"Gonna fill ya up, a’right?" he says. It's more than okay.

"Please," you whine despite the way the stimulation borders on painful now, and exhaustion starts to settle in from your two orgasms in a row. "Want your cum."

Atsumu gives two, three more rough thrusts before it's game over. Then with a guttural moan from the depths of his chest and a throb of his cock, he releases his load into you, hips twitching as he stuffs you full. The warmth as he fills you up brings a wave of fatigue, leaving you trembling in Atsumu's arms.

For a few moments, you're both entirely still as you catch your breaths and drag yourselves back to reality. Slowly and eventually, you regain enough strength in your limbs to move, to climb out of Atsumu's lap and land on your feet, but you feel like a baby deer when you stand because your legs are next to useless.

"Woah," Atsumu laughs, reaching out to steady you as you stumble forward. He stands too, helping you stay upright by your elbows. "You good?"

"Yeah," you giggle. He looks pretty, with his flushed cheeks and swollen lips, his golden hair a matted mess on his forehead and his pupils blown out.

"Think I gotta shower again," he says, chuckling. "Also think ya should join me."

There are a few things he could be implying with his proposition, and really you should probably say no. But you're reckless. Drunk off of him. Somehow you still haven't gotten enough of him. The wink he gives you doesn’t help.

"...Okay.”

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Ticking Dine Bomb

PAIRING: timeskip!Miya Atsumu x fem!reader x timeskip!Sakusa Kiyoomi

GENRE: smut (18+)

Minors DNI

TAGS + WARNINGS: threesome, fingering, nipple play, double penetration, oral (m receiving), creampie, light manhandling, cum eating, dacryphilia if you squint

Let me know if I missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 4.7k

SUMMARY: With your boss making you work overtime (because of course she does), you now have less time to prepare for your dinner date. Getting ready shouldn't be as stressful as it is, and your lovers are kind enough to help you relax.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello I am alive :)

The loud slam of the apartment door startles Sakusa and Atsumu. Before either of them can go to investigate, you’re already speed-walking into the bedroom, unbuttoning your blouse as you try to avoid stumbling. A string of apologies and curses cascade from your lips as you rush past the faux-blonde, who offers you a low whistle as he catches the sight of your bra.

“Hello to you, too,” he muses, watching you fumble through your shared closet. You don’t bother scolding him for his sultry tone; you can worry about that later. That supposed concern now belongs to your lovers from your lack of response. A large hand gently lands on your shoulder, halting your movements.

“Are you okay?” Sakusa asks as you turn to face him. You remember to breathe. Shoulders dropping, you place your hand on top of his.

“Sorry,” you mumble, brows creasing as you shut your eyes. “My boss asked me to stay behind to help her with something. Said it wouldn’t take long.” You pinch the bridge of your nose with a sigh. “I should’ve known better. Today of all days…”

“Our reservation’s in half-n’-hour,” Atsumu chimes in. “We can even help ya if ya want.”

“I feel like a mess,” you groan, walking over to the vanity. Giving your makeup a once-over, you press your lips in a thin line. “At least I won’t have to redo my makeup. Maybe a little touch-up.”

“Like I said,” the setter drawls, leaning over your hunched frame with a sly grin, “we can help ya.”

Your expression twists into one of annoyance as you stand up straight. It’s only then you notice how well-dressed your lovers are. While they’re both sporting black dress pants, Sakusa’s buttoning up his black vest over a simple white button-down with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and Atsumu, a maroon button-up. With the latter catching your dazed stare, his smile shifts to a smirk. The familiar look is enough to snap you out of it.

“You can help by finding me something nice to wear,” you huff, lightly pushing at his chest. The faux-blonde gives you a pout before dragging himself to the closet.

The wing spiker approaches you once more. “Is there any way I can help?”

You hum, eyes trailing towards the vanity. “Help me fix my makeup?”

The ravenette nods, gently holding your chin to raise and get a better look at your face. With almost nothing needing fixing, he scans through your lipstick collection before picking his favourite shade of burgundy. You exhale through your nose, too tired to offer a full laugh at his choice.

“Make sure to pick a dress that’ll match her makeup,” Sakusa orders without removing his focus from you.

“Shouldn’t it be the other way ‘round when gettin’ ready?” Atsumu grumbles as he whips his head around to face the other athlete, his accent growing thicker from frustration. When he gets no response, the setter sulkily returns on his journey to find you something to wear.

You, meanwhile, keep your eyes on Sakusa with heavy lids as he concentrates on your lips. He drags the lipstick across your pout with absolute delicacy and precision, not leaving a single spot unpainted with the bold colour. His focus only intensifies as he traces your cupid’s bow, though it doesn’t diminish once he’s done. How can he stop staring when you’re this breathtaking?

The next part, while it may involve a bit of a mess, is always his favourite. As if by muscle memory, your lips part enough for him to slide in his thumb. With eyes darker than the bottom of the ocean, it’s almost impossible to notice them dim as you suckle on the digit before he slowly pulls it out. He barely acknowledges the ring of dark red around his thumb, his gaze now meeting yours as he feels his cock stir in his slacks.

As much as he’d love to have your lips wrapped around something else, his fantasies are cut short once the other volleyball player approaches you two with a dress hooked over his arm.

“Why do ya always get to do the fun part?” Atsumu whines, having noticed the previous tension. His childishness earns him an unamused expression from the wing spiker and a tired blink from you.

“I do a better job with the application,” Sakusa states, causing the faux-blonde to pout. The latter quickly regains composure, however, as he remembers his task. He holds up a long, dark chocolate dress with thin straps that cross down the open back, and you reward him with an approving nod. The ravenette merely hums. “Looks like you do have some common fashion sense.”

The older Miya twin grumbles a “yeah, yeah” before setting the dress down on the vanity chair. His attention back on you, a grin spreads across his face as he wraps his arms around you from behind. With a light tug to your unbuttoned blouse–you forgot you were still wearing it–he peppers kisses across your exposed neck.

“Let’s get the rest of this off, shall we?” he drawls, sliding the top off your shoulders. From his position, Atsumu has the perfect angle to stare down at your chest, the bra he bought for you for Valentine’s day layered with a tan lace on a beige-white base.

Sakusa, while he would normally scold the other athlete, is in no position to do so as his eyes wander south. With his staring being of no help, he decides to lower himself to the ground, large hands on your hips as he looks up at you for permission. You nod, and he shimmies your skirt down your legs, exposing matching panties under a sheer layer of black tights.

You feel Atsumu’s lips spread into a smile against your skin, but you can’t seem to copy his energy.

“So tense,” he mumbles. “Ya really ought to quit yer job. It’s killin’ ya.”

“I love my work,” you sigh, tilting your head to the side to expose more of your neck to him. “I just don’t feel the same way about the people I do it with.”

“Still,” Sakusa interjects, hooking his fingers past the waistband of your tights, “it’s difficult to enjoy something you love in a bad environment.”

A chuckle sneaks past your lips as he slips the article of clothing down your legs. You miss the sharp intake of air from the wing spiker as he continues his actions, but with the growing smirk pressed against the junction of your neck, it’s clear that Atsumu heard him.

“You’re one to talk,” you smile in amusement, peering down at the ravenette. “Knowing you two, you’d still find a way to play volleyball even if the world was ending. Especially you, ‘Tsumu. Don’t think ‘Samu hasn’t told me about your high school shenanigans.”

While Sakusa holds back a snort, Atsumu doesn’t bother hiding his frown as he presses his cheek against yours.

“That’s different,” groans the faux-blonde. “We have a good captain; yer boss keeps leechin’ onto ya. It’s stressin’ ya out, even when yer at home with us.” The calloused hands holding your waist now take their time gliding up your body to tug teasingly at your bra straps. “Ya gotta relax, angel. Let us help ya.”

Soft lips find the sensitive spot behind your ear, though you don’t give them any time to have their fun. You turn your head to face the setter.

“I need to get changed,” you huff.

Atsumu shrugs. “Ya don’t need to.”

“I’m not showing up to a fancy restaurant in my underwear.”

“I don’t see an issue—”

“That’s enough, Atsumu,” Sakusa interrupts, glaring at the other athlete. Despite the weight his gaze holds, having his hands lay on your hips strips some of the wing spiker’s intimidation away.

“What?” Atsumu feigns innocence as he peers down at the other male. “Ya don’t think she looks good in this? I could stare at her all day.”

That makes two of us, is what Sakusa would say if it were the point he was trying to get across. The lace from your panties merges its pattern with his fingerprints, and the urge to remove the useless article of clothing makes his fingers twitch.

“I’m not disagreeing with you,” he responds carefully. “I just don’t think we should be adding to her stress.”

“That’s what I’m sayin’!” The setter exclaims. “We can take some of that stress away.”

“I’m right here, you know,” you huff, removing the faux-blonde’s hands from your body.

“So, what d’ya say?” Atsumu’s voice drops an octave as he rests his chin on your shoulder. Sakusa rises from his spot, his hands not leaving your hips as he places his forehead on yours.

“You don’t have to,” he assures. “We want to help, that’s all.”

Even in a more serious moment, the older Miya twin snickers. “We?”

Before the ravenette can respond, you hold his face, cradling it in your hands.

“Okay,” you almost whisper, studying his face. “As long as we don’t miss our reservation.”

“Are you sure?” A drop of worry glides out with his words, camouflaging with the help of a stoic expression.

You nod. “I think I’ve earned a break.”

“Yeah, ya do.” Soft butterfly kisses sprinkle onto your skin as another pair of hands find their way back on your body, one sliding up to pull at one of your bra straps.

“That means no teasing.” Your voice and expression are stern as you turn to face Atsumu. His giddiness doesn’t falter; if anything, he hooks his arms behind your knees and back and lifts you from your spot. You yelp, and the setter approaches the bed before Sakusa can say anything.

“Let’s get to it,” the faux-blonde proclaims, placing you on the mattress before hastily unbuttoning his shirt and settling next to you. His lips attach to your neck, suckling your skin wherever they please as the ravenette joins you two on the bed.

“No marks, ‘Tsumu,” you sigh shakily, eyes fluttering as he continues his actions and unclasping your bra. The wing spiker helps remove the undergarment, though his hands soon trail down to rest on your thighs. “I’m serious. I won’t have time to cover it with makeup.”

He doesn’t put up a fight, pulling away from your neck and instead helping you change your position for you to lean against the headboard.

“Then how ‘bout I mark these instead?” The older male smirks down at your chest, leaning to wrap his lips around your nipple. Your fingers rake through his locks as he does so, though you don’t get a chance to look down as Sakusa gently grabs your chin to make you face him.

“Look at me while I touch you.” His voice may be naturally more on the quiet side, but it doesn’t make his order any less stern. The hand on your thigh trails up to the waistband of your underwear, sliding past it and coming in contact with your slick-stained cunt. Onyx eyes droop as their owner continues to gather your essence before two of his fingers find your clit. A strangled moan threatens to burst past your painted lips as he rubs tight circles, but you don’t dare look away from him.

A familiar excitement blooms in your belly as Atsumu tweaks at your neglected bud, humming against your chest as the setter has his fun with you. Your grip on his bleached hair tightens and burns his scalp deliciously, and the ravenette takes the opportunity to slide a finger in your sopping hole. You refrain from bucking your hips as he finds your sweet spot, massaging it with a curl of his long digit. It’s not long until he adds another finger, your wetness used as a lubricant.

For a moment, your previous concerns seem to abandon your body. The dark pools your lover has for irises keep you in a trance, refraining you from closing your eyes or even thinking about anything other than what the athletes have to offer you.

“Poor thing,” Sakusa tuts. You suppose that’s his way of cooing, though this is as kind as he’ll get with either of you in bed. “Never catching a break with that boss of yours, hm?”

All you can do is whimper, and you feel Atsumu smile against your chest.

“Don’t worry,” his voice drops an octave, “we’ll take real good care of ya.”

“Then quit wasting time,” you huff from neediness and frustration. The wing spiker narrows his eyes at you, but doesn’t say anything as his gaze trails to his teammate, who begrudgingly pops your nipple out of his mouth from the silent message. With their help, you’re on your hands and knees, the boisterous Miya twin behind you and the silent ravenette kneeling before you, his bulge mere inches away from your face.

“If we weren’t on a time limit,” Sakusa says as he unzips his slacks, “I would’ve done something about that attitude of yours.” His pants are barely around his thighs when he holds his leaking cock before you. Unlike the faux-blonde, he’s chosen to keep everything else on, and while you’d love to see everything under the fabric, you can’t deny that him keeping his attire on is even more attractive. “There’s always next time, I suppose.”

Calloused hands tug at your panties before bringing them down as far as possible in one motion. The cool air hitting your soaked pussy has it clenching, an action you know has Atsumu grinning lopsidedly without even needing to look at him. But with your other lover peering down at you with lust bleeding into his eyes, you can’t find yourself caring. Even if you did, the leaking cock tapping against your lips would advise you to keep your focus up front. You know better than to go against that rule.

“But my lipstick…” You feel stupid for uttering them, but the words fly out before your brain can stop them from existing.

Sakusa raises a brow. “I chose that colour for a reason.”

He slides his tip into your warm mouth, letting out a sigh while doing so. Bit by bit, you take more of him in until you reach the beauty mark near the base. A groan comes from both men; Sakusa for the heavenly sensation and Atsumu, the lewd display. You don’t feel the latter take the next step at his end (pun intended?) until the former slowly removes himself from the caverns of your mouth until only his tip remains. Another cock teases your pussy, collecting your slick to use as lube before nudging at your hole. A tight fit, but the setter takes his time filling you up, even going so far as to lean forward to reach for your clit to give it some well-deserved attention.

Whatever tears planned on blooming out, you force to vanish. With the ravenette’s intent on smearing your lipstick on his cock, you don’t want to ruin your makeup more than he already will. (The all too familiar glint in his eyes already tells you that much.) At least he won’t go rough on you; your energy’s been sucked out of you thanks to work, and this little session was for you just as much as it was for your lovers. It’s why you give a small mewl of appreciation when Atsumu starts his thrusts nice and slow, rubbing your hip soothingly while muttering words of appreciation under his breath. Sakusa, on the other hand, uses your throat for his pleasure, though his strokes are gentle as his eyes bore down at you hungrily. They did the work, but you were technically in charge.

It doesn’t take long for the faux-blonde to find your sweet spot, causing your eyes to cross momentarily and a muffled moan to gurgle out. Through your hazy vision, you catch the dark red lipstick ring at the base of the wing spiker’s cock, a gradience following up the shaft every time he pulls back. Such a bold and intimidating colour, yet even what you can make out of the sight has you clenching around the other cock inside you. Both lovers let out their respective sounds of pleasure, synchronizing and tickling your eardrums. You feel full, and your eyelids droop from lust and fatigue. You still want more, and you almost forget about your time limit.

Almost, as in, you catch your alarm clock on your nightstand, eyes trailing to the bright red numbers.

“Eyes on me,” the ravenette commands, causing your gaze to snap back to the front. You feel his stare, and your face grows warmer when you hear Atsumu snicker.

“Yer supposed to relax, remember?” he quips, his accent growing thicker.

You let out a silent whine before taking more of Sakusa’s cock as an apology. You refrain from gagging when you feel his tip prod the back of your throat, but it doesn’t stop the tears from sneaking back up to the corners of your eyes. At least your introverted lover was kind enough to wipe them away.

Had you the energy, you’d tell them to pick up the pace. For now, you’re grateful for the distraction. With both athletes stretching you open deliciously, culprits of the heat pooling in your lower stomach, you make yourself relax.

That is until the calloused finger is back rubbing harsh circles on your clit. You almost jolt in shock from the sudden change. Atsumu doesn’t speed up all that much, but he does add more force, hitting deep enough for you to feel him rearranging your guts. Over your muffled squeals, you hear Sakusa scoff, but not speak up about his teammate’s spontaneity.

“Feel good, angel?” the setter rasps, a drop of sweat cascading down his forehead. “Can’t help m’self. Not when ya keep squeezin’ me like that. Shit—”

With your eyes rolling to the back of your head, you hardly notice yourself moving back to meet his thrusts, jaw going slack and neglecting the cock before you.

Sakusa loathes messes. Anything unkempt or disorganized creates this itch somewhere he can’t locate but definitely needs to scratch.

The sight of you, however, with drool trailing down your chin, lipstick smeared, and tears threatening to drop and ruin everything—makes his cock twitch.

You’re downright filthy.

His dick finds itself back in your warm mouth, making itself at home as it explores more of the wet cavern. A soft gagging sound from the back of your throat travels up his spine, and the ravenette can’t help the groan that escapes him as he sees the mess you make of his shaft.

Atsumu’s in no better condition. Not only does he get his own view of the action up front, but you’re just as messy from where he’s standing. A thick ring of white hugs the base of his cock as a layer of slick coats it. You don’t seem to want to let go of him, and whatever sound of reason his brain can muster is masked with the light squelching and pap pap pap from his skin slapping yours.

He’s selfish, he knows. This is all for you, of course. Though, there’s no reason for him to not have his fun. With your boss stealing you from him and his teammate, it’s only natural for the faux-blonde to miss you as much as he does.

You’re exhausted when you’re back home to them. The setter will pout when you can’t afford the attention he desperately craves, though his heart can only choke at your drained state as you trudge to bed. Oh, how he’d love to give your boss a piece of his mind (not that you’d let him, much to his disappointment). For now, he can happily give you the appreciation you’ve been deprived of. He’s just going to do it his own way.

Even when words fail you, your body finds a way to show gratitude. Moans and wails turned gags hit the walls in the room with every thrust from both ends, tears fogging your vision and thoughts as you let your lovers take care of you. You grow dizzy, a spiral not only in your head, but your lower stomach, churning as your release grows near.

A sudden warm bitterness attacks your tastebuds as you try not to choke on the liquid filling your mouth. Sakusa stills his hips with a drawn-out groan, spurts of white painting your tongue and throat as well as the corners of your lips. Even in your far-away state, you swallow some without much struggle, and the ravenette lovingly caresses your cheek.

With your mouth free, so are your cries of pleasure. You know better than to look away from the wing spiker even after he’s finished, and with begging eyes and a tear-stained face, you offer pure desperation as his air of nonchalance returns while he tucks himself back in his slacks.

You haven’t forgotten about Atsumu. You couldn’t even if you wanted to, not when he’s still pounding into you like an animal, lifting you to press your back against his chest. He pulls you into a messy kiss, swirling his tongue in your mouth as he swallows some of his teammate’s remaining cum. He hastily pulls away with a satisfied hum and smile, eyes drooping as he sees how he further messed up your makeup.

Surprisingly, he’s not as vocal as he normally is, as the setter can only seem to pant heavily along with his deep strokes. If you could see him properly, you’d find his focus fixed on where you two connect, where your ass and his hips create a loud noise on impact, where you mix your arousal, more than enough for lubrication.

It’s lewd enough to have him fill you up with his load, and the extra warmth has you following him with your own orgasm. If the setter’s arm wasn’t around you, your body would have toppled down onto the mattress from the tidal wave of your high, legs trembling from such a sensation.

“Shit!” Atsumu heaves, body stiff against yours. “That’s it, baby.”

The last thing you vaguely see is Sakusa before your frame flops onto the bed, gasping for oxygen. You feel the faux-blonde slide out of you, making you groan as you twitch from the loss. A coherent thought has yet to make its way into your head, though you barely catch the mattress tipping and rising as your lovers move around to prepare to clean up.

You’re not sure how long it took you to calm down, just that a large, calloused hand rubbed your back while a soft voice uttered praise, a familiar accent pulling at the corners of your lips. A fluffy material touches your skin, and you shiver from sensitivity as it wipes away as much of the cum oozing out of your spent cunt. You hear a whispered apology with every one of your physical reactions, but the other touches from your lovers keep you calm during the process.

It’s such a shame the bliss is cut short, though, as you seem to recall your time limit. Jolting up, you snap your head to the alarm clock.

“Shit!” you gasp as you read the numbers. You rapidly push yourself off the mattress, quick to grab your dress from its resting spot. “Shitshitshitshitshit—”

Your reflection silences you as you catch yourself in the mirror. The subtle makeup you sported for work would’ve been fine for tonight’s occasion had it not been completely ruined from your tears’ abuse. The burgundy lipstick is mostly on parts of your face where it shouldn’t be, along with your mascara and eyeshadow. Hell, it’s all destroyed: you’ve seen final girls in horror films more presentable than you.

A low whistle catches your attention—Atsumu stands behind you, admiring his reflection. (How you didn’t notice him sooner, you have no idea.) Some of your lipstick is smeared across his mouth from your mini makeout session; he smirks before wiping the mess off with the back of his hand.

“Say what ya’ will about Omi-Omi’s piss-poor attitude,” he chuckles, “he’s got good taste. This colour suits us both, don’tcha think?”

“I heard that,” said lover grumbles as he enters the room. When did he leave? “The bath’s ready for you, dear.”

His gaze softens upon landing on your wrecked form. Your eyes don’t return the love, instead staring at him incredulously.

“How can you two be so calm?” Your exasperation is evident in your voice as you rapidly try to fix your hair. “We’re late.”

Your lovers share a look before nodding. Hoisting you over his shoulder, Atsumu then strides out of the room, following his teammate as you slap his back, barking at them to put you down and how they promised they’d help you get ready and not be late.

Sakusa hums as you all enter the bathroom. “We said we’d help you relax. I don’t recall ever truly agreeing to finish before we need to leave.”

Your expression falls into one of hopelessness as Atsumu snickers, gently settling you down. Water fills the tub, bubbles decorating the outline as the scent of vanilla reaches your nose. Your body immediately relaxes at the familiarity, though you’re still on edge.

“But…” Words fail you, and you hate it. “Tonight… the—”

“Don’t worry,” the setter waves off dismissively as he gets some makeup wipes. “I’ll call to cancel.” He offers a grin for good measure, softly removing the mess from your face the best he can. “Tell ‘em an emergency came up. Not like they’re gonna investigate us.”

Sakusa nods in agreement as he removes his clothes. Once he’s fully nude (and you get an eyeful), he carefully steps into the tub before bringing his arms out to you. With no more energy to argue, you take his hands, letting him assist you while the faux-blonde momentarily leaves the room.

With you nestled in the water between the ravenette’s long legs and leaning against his chest, you’re certain you could fall asleep at any moment. Soft kisses trickle onto your shoulder, tickling the skin there and making you squirm.

“He’s right, you know,” Sakusa mutters against you. “We’re just trying to take care of you. You shouldn’t force yourself to do something you obviously don’t have the energy for.”

You smile fondly down at the water, then snicker. “You sure this isn’t just an excuse to avoid being near a crowd, Omi? It’s a pretty popular restaurant, after all. Tough to even get a reservation.”

He scoffs, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You refrain from teasing him any further when your other lover reenters the bathroom, his phone held up to his ear. His gaze meets yours, making his lips curl upwards before he ends the call.

“All settled,” he grins, walking closer to you. “See? Not that big of a deal.”

You don’t get to retort, not when your stomach grumbles. You copy the sound with your throat in annoyance, and Atsumu chuckles as your face grows warm.

“We can order food once we’re cleaned up,” the wing spiker suggests. “Whatever you want.”

“I can call ‘Samu,” the faux-blonde adds, ready to open his phone again.

“Leave him alone,” you sigh, gently grabbing onto his wrist. “Can’t keep going to him for food, ‘Tsumu.”

“What? Just helpin’ ma’ twin’s business. ‘Sides, yer his favourite customer.”

You tiredly pout at the smug undertone, though that doesn’t stop your lovers from looking at you in adoration. While Sakusa holds you close, the setter gently pinches your cheek with a smile.

Even with some of your energy back, it’s nice seeing you give yourself a break. Your shoulders relax, your body far less tense as you seemingly melt in the ravenette’s arms. When was the last time you gave some time to yourself? Even at night, when you should be resting, you find your dreams consumed with a workload that’s yet to come.

For now, though, you’re safe. You’d have loved to get all dressed up to spend the evening with your lovers, but you suppose you understand why keeping you home was necessary. You’re not as alert, but your surroundings are clear.

It’s when Atsumu joins you in the tub do your remaining anxieties dissolve into the water. A successful bomb defusion, where the rapid ticking of your heart ceases and leaves a rhythm of delicacy in its wake.

You breathe.

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Public sex Ft. Inarizaki boys!

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Suna, Osamu, Atsumu X Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

Format: Drabble

Warnings: NSFW! content, (semi) public sex, oral(M&F receiving), Fingering, Vaginal penetration

Word Count: 0.8K

A/n: Haven't written about them for a while so :P

↳Rintarou Suna

Suna has always been fond of the good luck quickies you offer him before the games start.

He tries to keep an eye on the door to watch if anyone comes in as you told him too, but with the way you bob your head up and down on his length?

It's hard to miss such tempting view. How can he not stare into your beautiful eyes when you take him this well?

He groans when he feels you rolling your tongue around his tip, suddenly deepening him down your throat until the tip hits the back of it. And you choke, again, but you keep going, and assure Suna that one day, you will be the death of him.

He curses under his breath after he catches a glimpse of the watch, realizing there's only five minutes left until the match starts. Removing your mouth from his member reluctantly, he sits you on his lap, adjusting you on his cock before thrusting up hungrily, earning low mewls from you. He knows he's being rough and somewhat needy, but he just can't help it; It feels too good to be inside you.

He needs to come quickly now, and tonight after the game, he will make sure to take his time, returning the favor by pleasuring you twice as hard.

↳Osamu Miya

Sex in his office has always been a treat for you two. Osamu sure enjoys the sight of your body wrapped in a nice skimpy lingerie, and black tights embracing your long legs. He smirks when he pulls the garter and sets it free, loving how you jerk your hips when it slaps against your skin.

He reminds you to keep your voice down, that you're still in his office and he doesn't want others to find out how much of a slut you actually are; but he has no right to protest, since his fingers scissoring you open are pretty much the reason why you can't help but to let out lewd sounds.

Whenever one of the workers ask for permission to come in, he pushes you under the desk, gagging you with his already throbbing member as he keeps his voice normal and acts so smooth like you have literally zero effect on him. Sometimes you want to start sucking his dick while the worker is in his office to embarrass him, but you know you'll receive a hard punishment afterwards that's not worth all the trouble.

He whispers degrading comments into your ear, delighted by how you shiver when his lips make contact with your ear. His right hand grips one of your boobs while the other one fastens its speed, provoking you to moan louder.

He bites your shoulder when you finally reach your climax, tightening his grip around you so you don't fall from his lap. He then picks you up with no effort, places you on his desk while throwing all his belongings on the ground, ready to fuck your brains out.

↳Atsumu Miya

Atsumu loves it when you wear things he's bought for you. At the restaurant, he smiles when he glances from the menu to your black high heels, admiring how it has hugged your feet perfectly. When he gives his orders to the waiter and looks down the table, he's met with the high heels alone, without your feet in them. He's confusion doesn't last for long though, because he suddenly feels something poking his crotch, and when he looks down, he's met with your painted toe nails grinding on his clothed cock.

You somehow find your way to the storage room, in such hurry that you don't even bother to lock the door. He slams you against the wall and kneels in front of you, peppering your skin with light, but hungry kisses. He starts from your ankles and comes up, fingers holding your legs tightly. A small groan escapes his lips when he finally has a taste of your wet pussy, and starts taking his frustration out on your poor little cunt. He doesn't listen when you tell him to slow down or you might not be able to hold your voice back, simply telling you that you asked for it and now you gotta face the music. He doesn't even care that his pants might be ruined when kneeling like this, because nothing matters to him, as long as he can have his way with you.

You end up sticking to the wall as he pounds into you, moaning at how your walls swallow him whole. You're so fucking tight and he doesn't even have to move, being inside you is enough to make him lose his mind. Although he's always been obsessed with how your voice gets louder when you release all over him, and he's willing to do whatever it takes to hear that pretty voice of yours, again.

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satorhime · 2 years

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˚‧ ✿ ♡²˖ ࣪ ་ SATORHIME'S FIC REC FRIDAY !

hi hi ⁽ ˘ ˑ ˘ ⁾ ‹𝟹 i decided to start a lil fic rec friday to highlight and boost the beautiful writing that i read on an almost daily basis. i will do my best to keep this up weekly or bi-weekly (depending on my schedule) and i hope this helps you a bit if you're wondering what juicy piece to read next. i used content warnings from the authors' fics to give you an idea of what to expect beforehand, but please remember to thoroughly read content warnings and respect creators' blog rules before you interact with any of them. and also, please show more love to the pieces you read. if you liked, highly consider reblogging + commenting. it helps others find content to read too and i promise you'll make an author's day ! fandoms: jjk, tokrev, genshin, and aot genre(s): dark content, smut, fluff, hurt/comfort

ALWAYS, FOREVER ! ── with getou suguru, jjk ꒰ AUTHOR: dilly ♡ @atsumeii ꒱

lovesick dom!suguru x fem!reader, cumplay/cum eating, nippleplay, smol ! handjob ! petname (baby, angel, sweetheart, etc.), breeding, tiny dumbification, mentions of marriage/having kids, creampies, a clit kiss.

CATCH ME IF YOU CAN ── with getou suguru, jjk ꒰ AUTHOR : pooh ♡ @poohbea ꒱

detective!geto, criminal!reader, established backstory, implied past relationship, a knife is used, swearing, trespassing.

CRUEL INTENTIONS ── with multiple characters, jjk꒰ AUTHOR : jes ♡ @vilsoo ꒱

manipulation, toxicity, taboo, gangbang/train, professor(s) x student, double penetration, oral (m.receiving), unprotected sex, bukkake, slight sir kink.

DON'T GET SHY ON ME NOW ── with multiple characters, genshin ꒰ AUTHOR :abby ♡ @munsonsins ꒱

afab! reader, size kink, mating press, pussydrunk itto, mirror sex, v slight humiliation kink, brat taming, masturbation, fingering, overstim, edging, exhibition, pussy slaps, dacryphilia, mutual masturbation, sex toys (vibrator), pet names (princess, baby, darling)

FUCK ME, LIKE YOU HATE ME ── with hanma shuji, tokrev ꒰ AUTHOR : denice ♡ @fushisslut ꒱

slight!dubcon, public sex, unprotected sex, creampies, degradation (reader degrades hanma), timeskip!hanma, pussy drunk!hanma.

FEELS JUST LIKE A DREAM ── with chifuyu matsuno, tokrev ꒰ AUTHOR : sosa ♡ @sailewhoremoon ꒱

all characters mentioned are 18+, college student!reader, toman!chifuyu, black fem!reader, thick!reader, fluff, comfort, mild suggestive content, lovesick!chifuyu

"HOW TO HAVE A BABY WITH TWO DADS" ──── with itadori yuuji, ryoumen sukuna, jjk ꒰AUTHOR: winter ♡ @yuujispinkhair ꒱

18+, smut, sukuna switches bodies with yuuji, they both have sex with reader, and both breed her. slight!dubcon (sukuna knows yuuji and reader want a baby, but obviously they aren't happy about sukuna taking over yuuji's body. reader consents, though!), creampie, lots of breeding, mentions of future pregnancy, dirty talk, light degradation, yuuji and reader are around 25.

HEAVEN, I'D LIKE A PIECE OF IT ──── with tobio kageyama, haikyuu ꒰AUTHOR: coco ♡ @tobiodose ꒱

tobio kageyama x f!reader. nsfw, inexperienced tobio, making out, nipple play spit/drool dry humping, kissing over clothes, tobio finishes in his pants

HOME IS WHEREVER I'M WITH YOU ──── with miya atsumu, haikyuu ꒰AUTHOR: haley ♡ @bbyatsumu ꒱

smut (mdni), themes of mental health (reader feels like their life is out of control / mentions of anxiety, but no mentions of depression and no heavier themes of mental health), slight angst, emotional sex + love confessions, childhood best friends to lovers, pining, oral (f! receiving), cursing, fingering, gn pronouns but female anatomy, atsumu has body hair + mentions of scars and stretch marks, bathhouse (inaccurate depictions, but this is fiction so that’s fine), bathing together (non sexually), mentions of The Notebook (they watch it as a movie night), fantasizing (sexual), teasing, open-ended ending (slight angst, but hopeful)

IT'S YOU ──── with fushiguro megumi, jjk ꒰AUTHOR: ♡ @25306 ꒱

college au, fluff, mutual pining, friends to lovers? fingering, cunnilingus, face sitting, fellatio, unprotected sex, creampie, praising, slight femdom, sub! Megumi, dry humping, breast/nipple play, cum eating, hair pulling, hand job, sixty-nine position.

LIGHTWEIGHT IN LOVE ──── with gojo satoru, jjk ꒰AUTHOR: sheer ♡ @sheerxfiction ꒱

fem!reader, alcohol, fluff, even fluffier sleepy confessions.

MESSAGES SENT WITH INVISIBLE INK ──── with multiple characters, jjk ꒰AUTHOR: ares ♡ @lawscorazon ꒱

jjk men sending nudes/traps, mix of gn and afab reader, pre-established relationships, sexting (duh), suit kink, toxic ex-boyfriend!geto, suggestive/smut, brief mention of oral sex (m receiving), daddy kink, masturbation

NEEDY ──── with eren yeager, aot ꒰AUTHOR: venus ♡ @venusflytrapstar ꒱

non-con recording, size kink, slight corruption kink, inappropriate relationships (step siblings), unprotected sex, fingering, blowjobs.

OLD GOLD ── with wakasa imaushi, takeomi akashi, tokrev ꒰ AUTHOR : saint ♡ @killsaki ꒱

spit roast, fingering, unprotected sex/creampie, semi-public sex, exhibitionism-ish (heard not seen), pet names (princess, little girl, baby, etc), praise, light degradation, burn play (cigarette ashes), age gaps (reader is early 20s, waka/takeomi/shin are pushin 30), she/her pronouns, reader wears a skirt, corruption kink

SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN ── with multiple characters, jjk ꒰ AUTHOR : emmie ♡ @garoujo ꒱

mini series, f. reader, college!au, aged!up characters, exhibitionism, unprotected sex / creampies, fingering / oral, quickie-esque sex, seven minutes in heaven scenarios.

SHY GIRLS ARE JUST MY TYPE! ── with multiple characters, genshin ꒰ AUTHOR : lulu ♡ @ickyism ꒱

fem!sub!reader, established relationship, you guys finally get romantic thoma,body worship, praise kink, ayato tries to fuck moans out of you, mirror sex with childe, strap-on (arlecchino), cunnilingus, fingering.

TEACH ME SOMETHING ── with fushiguro toji ꒰AUTHOR: jojo ♡ @deathskid ꒱

age gap (reader in early 20s), unprotected sex, fingering, squirting, virginity loss, praise & degradation, daddy kink, stomach bulge, overstim, breeding kink

WHEN YOU SAY MY NAME, NOTHING'S CHANGED ── with nanami kento ꒰AUTHOR: tee ♡ @hanmas ꒱

nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, post-shibuya incident, nanami lives, he’s having a hard time adjusting to his scars :(, insecure nanami, hints at ptsd, mentions of marriage and having children, body worship, blowjobs, cum swallowing, unprotected sex, creampie

4:37AM ── ── with pantalone, genshin impact ꒰AUTHOR: vyn ♡ @beelenciaga ꒱

somnophilia, cockwarming, belly bulge, use of pet/endearment names “darling”, “dove”, “dear”, soft + passionate sex, breeding, unprotected sex, praise, fem bodied reader.

#fic rec friday #anime fic recs #jjk fic recs #aot fic recs #genshin fic recs #tokrev fic recs

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chaoticevilorange · 2 years

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Haikyuu

Haikyuu boys x reader scenarios

Videogames: fight games

Taking care of his s/o

Slow dancing with his s/o

Rainy days

Taking care of you during your period

Watching an episode without him

Caught in the rain

Soft kisses

Little accident

Stealing kisses

Stealing time (slight NSFW)

He gets sick

Romance movie cliché

His s/o having weird manners

Comforting his s/o after a nightamare

Reactions to getting piercings

You sleep at his place for 1st time

Jealous hq boys (highschool steamy edition)

Watching a sad movie with you

What kind of thirst trap does he sends you

He and his team see you play

Asking you to move in with them

How he acts after he realises he’s falling for you

Playing among us with the haikyuu boys

Colombian or hispanic s/o short drabbles

His s/o gives him a love bite

You walk on them while they change (as friends)

He walks on you while you change (as friends)

You kiss him in front of his team

First thing in the morning

What domestic chore he hates most

First time spending the night with you

He realises he’s falling for you

They watch a scary movie with you

Jealous hq boys (time skip steamy edition)

You ask if he can help you with your sunblock

You smack his ass (suggestive)

They wake up on your chest

They catch you staring

Cuddling sessions

First kiss

They help you to study

Falling asleep on their lap

Special events

500 followers: MSBY Proposal

400 followers: first time (slight nfsw)

300 followers: Inarizaki´s new addition

Shiratorizawa´s sweet/badass manager

Captains as husbands; Daichi, Oikawa, Ushijima, Kuroo, Bokuto, Kita

His s/o calling them petnames for the first time (only nekoma)

200 followers: Day off

Kabedon scenarios: Ushijima, Sakusa and Suna

100 followers: How he reacts to you calling him “husband”

Friendship headcanons; being childhood friends with the twins

Chat: Miya twins

Chat: Kageyama & Daichi

Characters hc and one shots

Tsukishima Kei:

Steps back

Tsukishima Kei x reader

Suna Rintarō:

Suna Rintaro x reader

Where he left you

Iwaizumi Hajime:

Manhandled

Visiting your family (fem spanish/latin s/o)

Iwaizumi Hajime x reader fluff

His s/o is a heat thief

Kita Shinsuke:

His to love (smut)

Kita Shinsuke x reader fluff

Ushijima Wakatoshi:

Interview

How he reacts when someone kiss your forehead

Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader fluff

Sakusa Kiyoomi:

Love is blindness

MSBY Black Jackals: How you meet

MSBY Black Jackals: Friends to lovers

Bokuto Kōtaro:

MSBY Black Jackals: How you meet

MSBY Black Jackals: Friends to lovers

Bokuto Kōtaro x reader fluff

Miya Atsumu:

MSBY Black Jackals: How you meet

You didn’t knew he was a volleyball player (time skip Atsumu)

Friends to lovers headcanons

Late valentine’s day

Miya Osamu:

Osamu Miya x reader

Osamu x reader fluff request

Hinata Shoyo:

MSBY Black Jackals: How you meet

Hinata Shoyo x reader fluff

Kenma Kozume:

Special request : he visits you in the hospital

Kenma Kozume x reader fluff

Oikawa Tōru:

Jealous

Oikawa Toru x Gn!reader

Various

Asahi Azumane x reader

Daichi Sawamura x reader

Nishinoya Yū x reader

Yamaguchi Tadashi x reader

Kuroo Tetsuro x reader

Satori Tendou x reader

Sugawara Kōshi x reader

Akaashi Keiji x reader

Tobio Kageyama x reader

I think that’s all, if you notice the fanfic or hc doesnt matches the redirected URL please let me know! 😉✨

Thanks for reading! 🐨✨💖

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yourbpdgf · 2 years

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rules+whoiwritefor ???

rules ?

• no piss,, shit,, fart kinks cs ew

• no pedophilia

• i dnt write male readers,, only gender neutral or fem!reader

• requests r always open

note ? i write in my own style: lowercase,, double commas,, no apostrophes,, slang,, etc .

fandoms + characters i write for:

artists ?

• chief keef

• ddosama

• destroy lonely

• ddot

• evvls,, jaydes,, yen

• jacquees

• juice wrld

• king von

• ken carson

• kodak black

• lil tracy minaj

• lucki

• luh tyler

• playboi carti

• skimask the slump

• trippie redd

• xxxtentacion

• young thug

creepypasta ?

• bloody painter

• eyeless jack

• laughing jack

• homicidal liu

• jane the killer

• jeff the killer

• ticci tobi

bungo stray dogs ?

• chuuya nakahara

• edgar allen poe

• fyodor dostoyevsky

• nikolai gogol

• osamu dazai

• ranpo edogawa

• yumeno kyusaku (only platonic or child reader x yumeno, no smut hes like 10.)

danganronpa ?

• celestia ludenberg

• ibuki mioda

• kokichi oma

• nagito komaeda

• rantaro amami

• shuichi saihara

genshin impact ?

• albedo kreideprinz

• chongyun

• columbina

• cyno mahamatra

• diluc ragnvindr

• dori (platonic)

• fischl

• gorou

• hu tao

• itto arataki

• kazuha kaedehara

• klee (platonic)

• kokomi sangonomiya

• mona megistus

• qiqi (platonic)

• raiden ei

• razor

• rosaria

• sayu (platonic)

• shenhe

• tighnari

• venti

• xiao

• yae miko

• zhongli

haikyuu ?

• akira kunimi

• atsumu miya

• kei tsukishima

• keiji akaashi

• kenjiro shirabu

• kenma kozume

• kentaro kyotani

• kiyoko shimizu

• kiyoomi sakusa

• kotaro bokuto

• osamu miya

• rintarou suna

• satori tendou

jujutsu kaisen ?

• mahito

• megumi fushiguro

• ryomen sukuna

• toge inumaki

• toji fushiguro

• yuji itadori

naruto ?

• deidara

• gaara

• hinata hyuga

• kiba inuzuka

• naruto uzumaki

• neji hyuga

• sasori

• sasuke cchiha

• shikamaru nara

obey me ?

• asmodeus

• barbatos

• beelzebub

• belphegor

• leviathan

• mammon

• satan

tokyo revengers ?

Emma Sano

Hajime Kokonoi

Haruchiyo "Sanzu" Akashi

Izana Kurokawa

Kazutora Hanemiya

Keisuke Baji

Manjiro Sano

Nahoya "Smiley" Kawata

Ran Haitani

Rindou Haitani

Seishu Inui

Senju "Kawaragi" Akashi

Shuji Hanma

Souya "Angry" Kawata

Takashi Mitsuya

Wakasa Imaushi

Twisted Wonderland:

Floyd Leech

Idia Shroud

Jamil Viper

Leona Kingscholar

Lilia Vanrouge

Malleus Draconia

Riddle Rosehearts

Ruggie Bucchi

Silver Vanrouge

Vil Schoenheit

YuGiOh (Duel Monsters and Arc V):

Atem

Chazz Princeton

Duke Devlin

Ishizu Ishtar

Joey Wheeler

Mai Valentine

Marik Ishtar

Maximillion Pegasus

Ryou Bakura

Seto Kaiba

Sora Perse

Yami Bakura

Yami Marik

Yami Yugi

Yugi Muto

Yuya Sakaki

Thief King Bakura

Miscellaneous:

Adrien Agreste (Miraculous)

Amane "Hanako" Yugi (TBHK)

Ayato Kirishima (Tokyo Ghoul)

Ban (Seven Deadly Sins)

Bellatrix Lestrange (Harry Potter)

Camilo Madrigal (Encanto)

carlos madrigal

ciel phantomhive

connie springer

Draco Malfoy (Harry Potter)

Dabi (MHA)

Denki Kaminari (MHA)

Eren Yeager

Gowther (Seven Deadly Sins)

Himiko Toga (MHA)

Hotaro Oreki (Hyouka)

Iguro Obanai

Illumi Zoldyck (HxH)

Isaac "Zack" Foster (Angels of Death)

Karma Akabane (Assassination Classroom)

Ken Kaneki (Tokyo Ghoul)

Killua (HxH) (No Smut)

Kusuo Saiki (TDLOSK)

Levi Ackerman

Meguru Bachira (Blue Lock)

Merlin (Seven Deadly Sins)

Micah Yujin (Error143)

Mikasa Ackerman

Mitsuri Kanroji

Muichiro Tokito

Nagi Seishiro (Blue Lock)

Ray (TPN) (No Smut)

Ray "Saeran" Choi (Mystic Messenger)

Rin Okumura (Blue Exorcist)

Rodrick Heffley (Diary of a Wimpy Kid)

Ryuunosuke Chiba (Assassination Classroom)

Sae Itoshi (Blue Lock)

Saeran Choi (Mystic Messenger)

Saeyoung "707" "Luciel" Choi (Mystic Messenger)

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Suit!Saeran Choi (Mystic Messenger)

Unknown (Mystic Messenger)

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jamminlocks · 5 months

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{♡Masterlist♡}

Compilation to all the fanfic links along with titles of future stuff

the title in bold is the link to the fic on tumblr, while [ao3] is the one over at the archives. I ultimately suggest reading the ao3 copies since those are more likely edited to date.

Drabbles are not titled.

•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°

HQ x Reader

Suna Rintaro 🏜️🦊

Just A Wink - F/M, flirting, fluff, volleyball player reader, high school, one shot [ao3] [pt. 1] [pt. 2] [pt. 3] [pt. 4]

Sleeping Alone - A/N {coming sooner}

Osamu Miya 🍙🦊

Special Pudding - F/M, Food, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Soft Miya Osamu, one shot, not beta read, pretty much idiots in love [ao3]

Atsumu Miya 🏐🦊

Trials of the Ballsiest - M/M, Tension, Fluff (WIP)

"Fake dating atsumu fic. seriously they are fake dating" - this one is still deep in progress. but its here because yes i am writing. i have not abandoned this idea (WIP)

Komori Motoya 🏐🍌

CUTE??? - F/M, humor, fluff, funny, Komori centric fic, POV third person, Komori Motoya is a mess, original characters are unnamed and not described other than their vibes and player number, not beta read, oneshot [ao3]

Akaashi Keiji 🦉🍙

Birthday Night - F/M, established relationship, birthday fic, soft Akaashi, afab reader, soft reader, Fluff, tooth aching fluff, Domestic Fluff, Kissing, sfw, no smut, slightly suggestive in the end, One shot [ao3]

Ushijima Wakatoshi 🏐🐄

A Very Full Bed - F/M, M/M, post timeskip, Fluff, Hand holding, establish relationship, reader's gender is unspecified, one shot, not beta read, sfw [ao3]

Hoshiumi Korai 🏐🌟

Mistletoes Are White - F/M, second POV, childhood friends, friends to lovers, fluff, first kiss, kissing, christmas decoration, mistletoe, korai is soft, christmas fluff, christmas fic, actually after christmas fic i guess, post-timekip, not beta read [ao3]

Sakusa Kiyoomi 😷🧼

A Black Weasel's Witch - F/M, fantasy AU, Witch!Reader, Fluff, Slowburn (WIP)

Drabbles: #1

Kita Shinsuke 🌾🦊

Near The Lake - F/M, fantasy AU, foxspirit!kita (WIP)

Bokuto Koutaro 🦉🏐

Let's Kill Time Together - F/M, Post-timeskip, Cafe, Fluff, getting stood up, not by bokuto, Reunion, Date, spontaneous date (WIP and on the way)

Kenma Kozume 🎮🐈

Long Awaited Visit - Gen, Friendship, Platonic,

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Genshin x Reader

Wriothesley❄️🥊

An Inmate and A Warden - Gen, Wriothesley and Reader, Inmate!Reader, reunion,(WIP)

Alhaitham 📚🌱

Professional Relationship - M/M, F/M, slow burn, predominantly platonic (WIP)

•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°

#masterlist #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #osamu miya x reader #suna rintaro x reader #Akaashi keiji x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu x y/n #hq x y/n

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sassycheesecake · 1 year

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MSBY Black Jackals Masterlist

Shūgo Meian x Reader ''Dream A Little of Me" +18 MDNI (Female Reader Version)

Shūgo Meian x Reader "Dream A Little Of Me" +18 MDNI (Male Reader Version)

Shūgo Meian x Reader “Manager For A Month”

Shūgo Meian x short!Reader "Happy Birthday Captain"

yakuza!Shūgo Meian x Reader +18 MDNI

#msby x reader #msby atsumu #haikyuu msby #msby black jackal #msby #msby hinata #msby smut #atsumu miya #meian shugo #meian x reader #bokuto koutaro x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #hinata x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader

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kitashousewife · 2 years

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out of character

an: okay okay okay i cannot get this art of osamu out of my head. @flycloudddd THANK YOU for this amazing piece of art. not only is the art incredible, but it stirred all types of thoughts for me hehe

pairing: timeskip!osamu x fem!reader

warnings: highly suggestive (i wouldn't quite call it nsfw though theres no smut), nipple piercings (on osamu), coworkers to lovers, mutual pining a little bit, swearing, lowercase intentional

after all of these years, osamu should've known not to trust atsumu with anything. not even the simple task of laundry.

the past few weeks at onigiri miya have been busier than usual. lots of bigger groups, tons of to-go orders, and he even catered a wedding a couple days ago. he was very thankful for the steady business, absolutely. but with the constant hustle and bustle of things, his laundry pile started to grow.

it was an act of desperation, really.

yesterday when he got dressed for work, osamu realized he was out of work shirts. sure, he could probably wear any black shirt. but he's proud of his shop. he wants to be professional! after checking his calendar, osamu groaned out loud as he realized it was going to be another late night at the shop. he knew he wasn't going to be able to get around to it. thankfully, his twin was easy to bribe, especially with food. it didn't take much convincing for atsumu to agree to wash and dry osamu's clothes.

though, as he got ready for work this morning, osamu wishes he had never even asked.

rifling through the mound of clothes in front of the dryer, he sighs with relief as he finally gets his hands on an onigiri miya tee. he throws it over his shoulder, toothbrush hanging in his mouth as he walks back towards the bathroom. he finishes brushing his teeth and grabs his shirt, pulling it over his head.

something felt different.

moving his arms around, osamu realized with great dread that his shirt has shrunk. and to make matters worse, this meant that every single one of his work tees had shrunk too.

"can i ask you what the fuck you did? god, i can't believe were even related," osamu shouts into the phone, lacing up his black high tops in a rush. this whole shirt issue put him behind schedule.

"what are ya talkin' about 'samu?" atsumu mumbles into the phone, clearly woken up by his twin.

"my shirts! my clothes! oh god, i didn't even think about the other things," osamu groans, throwing his head back against the headrest of his car seat. "did you wash my clothes with hot water yesterday?"

atsumu laughs into the other end, and osamu is positive he has never been so angry. "oh my god, i totally did!" atsumu chuckles. "it was an accident, i swear!"

osamu puts his car in park, feeling the sun coating his parking spot in a bright glow. he's the first one at the shop. "whatever, dumbass. as soon as i get through the door, i'm calling my shirt guy to order new ones, and i'm sending you the bill." atsumu's cry of i'll still get my food, right? is cut off by osamu's thumb ending the call. hitting the contacts app on his phone, he scrolls through to find the number of the business who prints gear for the shop. his quest is interrupted by a car filling his peripheral vision.

shit.

there you are, right on time as always. osamu's stomach does flips, the shrunken cotton feels tighter than before, if possible. he doesn't want you to see him like this. he's always careful about his appearance. not a hair out of place, apron pristine, even his well-worn cap looks perfect. he can't let you see him like this.

opening his door as fast as he can, he readies his shop key in an attempt to enter the building as quick as he can so that he can put his apron on before you get inside. reaching the door, he checks behind him just to be sure you're still there.

but you're not.

as if his morning couldn't get any worse, osamu realizes that he gave you a key last week after you learned to close on your own. he chews on his bottom lip, trying to think of a new plan. if he can just slip in quietly, head to his office as quick as possible, he can grab his apron before you can see him. it's perfect.

opening the door slowly, trying to avoid the inevitable creak of the hinges, he slips himself through the small crack of the doorframe. sighing with relief, he tip toes towards his office door, but he doesn't make it. not before running right into you head-on.

"oh-i'm so sorry osamu! i didn't hear you come in,"

your hands shot up in an attempt to protect yourself, landing perfectly on osamu's chest. you look up, and look up at a very flustered osamu.

his cheeks are pink, and his hat is a little askew.

"is everything okay? you seem a li-"

"s-sorry! it's just been a really, um, tough morning you could say," osamu chuckles, fixing his hat nervously. you open your mouth to respond, but it suddenly goes dry at the realization of something hard under your palms. bringing your hands down to your sides, your eyes flit down to his chest.

no fucking way.

through his very tight shirt, two barbells poke through the material.

you feel your face heat up and you take a step back, and osamu copies you.

"is everything okay? i didn't mean to scare ya," osamu asks, voice heavy with concern. he must've scared you pretty good.

"n-no! don't worry about it," you laugh, voice wavering as you try to hide your flustered state. "i'll be in the front if you need me," you mutter and walk towards the front of the store.

pushing through the double doors and into the lobby, your mind is racing. you've always thought osamu was hot, but now? you can't stop thinking about the fact that they're pierced. how long has he had those? fingers tracing the light switches, you try and continue on with your morning as usual. you pick up a rag and begin to wipe down the glass case, but not without imagining what osamu would look like without that tight shirt on.

would he be sensitive? your heart beats a little quicker as you imagine yourself, sat on his lap, running your hands down his chest as the room is filled with his pretty noises.

osamu feels terrible. you looked so scared, which is the last thing he wanted. after grabbing his apron, he walks over to the mirror hanging next to his desk to fix his hat, trying to calm himself down. when his eyes meet his reflection, he realizes what went wrong.

looking down his body, he notices his nipple piercings through his shirt.

oh.

he's never had to worry about this, the work shirts were always loose and never clung to his chest like it is now. a smirk slowly spreads across his face as he finally understands your reaction.

you weren't scared. you were flustered.

osamu is professional. but ever since you started a couple months ago, he's had a little crush on you. he's always thought you were cute. walking in with a resume, begging him for a job to help you get through university.

he fixes his hat in the mirror and decides he's going to have a little fun with his newfound knowledge.

he thinks he will skip the apron today.

pushing through the double doors, he chuckles to himself when you jump a little, turning around to face him, only to walk the other way.

"so sorry, i just keep scarin' ya this morning," he laughs, smiling over to you as he unlocks the door.

"i'm okay!" you squeak, trying to hide your warm cheeks by tightening your apron. when you finally get the courage to look up, you're met with osamu leaning over the counter, smiling cheerily at you. you turn away when you realize he isn't wearing his apron.

he notices, of course.

"ya know my twin, right? looks like me, just with stupid blonde hair," osamu points over at a frame on the wall, filled with a photo of what looks like osamu and his brother in high school. atsumu, was it?

you nod, avoiding osamu's gaze by looking at the photo. he grins.

"well, since we've been so busy, i asked him to wash my clothes, right? well, that idiot shrunk all my work shirts. can you believe that?" he asks, tone full of fake shock.

"i'm sorry osamu, that's really frustrating," you mumble, staring at his cap. at this point, you're just doing anything you can to avoid his gaze.

"i mean, just look at it!" he exclaims, pulling on the hem of his shirt. the fabric pulls even tighter on his chest, the tiny metal rods even more noticeable. "isn't it awful!" he asks, watching your gaze as it lands right on his chest.

"yeah," you breathe. he takes a step closer, leaning on the counter in front of you.

"what are ya lookin' at, pretty?" his head tilts. your eyes go wide and you quickly look down, the scuff on your left shoe becoming a lot more interesting. "oh, these?" he asks, left finger pointing directly at his nipple.

your mouth opens again, but no words come out.

"i got 'em a couple years ago. they didn't hurt one bit," his hand drops back to the counter. osamu turns on his heel and starts walking back behind the case. turning on the rice cookers, he turns to you again and smirks. "you wouldn't believe how sensiti-"

his sentence and your gasp are interrupted by the bell on the front door, signalling the first customers of the day.

"welcome to onigiri miya! please, have a seat," osamu chimes, beaming at them as he pulls a pair of gloves on. "would ya grab them a couple menus, please?"

realizing he is talking to you, you nod and shuffle over to the stack of menus. quickly stepping around the counter to set them in front of the customers, you give them a smile as you do so. when you begin to walk back towards the kitchen to grab a water pitcher, you feel your heart skip a beat when you see him following behind you.

"we don't have any events tonight," he says, looking at the calendar hanging on the wall as the double doors sway behind him.

"is that so?" you look at him over your shoulder, acting casual in an attempt to calm your nerves.

"it is," he mumbles, the sound of his footsteps getting closer from behind you. when you turn around with the pitcher, you're face to face with osamu.

"we should catch up on some prep after work, would ya mind?" he tilts his head, eyes crinkling as he smiles at you, smile far too innocent for someone talking about the things he was previously.

"n-no, not at all," you breathe, looking up into his eyes.

his face relaxes, but the smirk stays the same.

"oh, thank you so much. i'll be looking forward to it," he starts, turning around to head back to the lobby, as you attempt to catch your breath.

atsumu, right? you gotta give him something on the house next time he comes in.

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xenclev · 2 years

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£ full nelson or mating press w hq. just sumn slight to tide y'all over. enjoy!

tw: no gender specified aka dick in hole sex, cum, language, mentions of crying n breeding. unproofed n super short.

Guys who'll put you in a Full Nelson regardless of how flexible you are and fucks you so well that the burn in your hamstrings are the least of your worries; they revel in the noises they're fucking out of you, the cries of their name, and the sounds of you gushing all over them. They won't be finished until they've made a complete mess of you.

⤷ BOKUTO, ushijima, osamu, SUNA, KUROO, hinata, ATSUMU, iwaizumi, MATSUKAWA, TENDŌ

These guys are fans of the Mating Press; they fuck you with the goal of breeding you. They disregard the feeling of you clenching around them and leaving reddened streaks down their backs all for the rush of pumping their seed into you, but it doesn't stop there. They'll keep going until their cum is seeping out of your hole with every thrust, which ends in them scooping it up and shoving it back in your warm walls.

⤷ KITA, bokuto, USHIJIMA, OSAMU, semi, SAKUSA, oikawa, LEV, IWAIZUMI

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willowfolksong · 2 years

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it was rare, you were there

- Atsumu Miya x Reader

- NSFW (minors dni)

The problem with love is, that you almost always can tell when it starts, but no one can know when it will end.

You know it, feel it that day, when Atsumu leads you into his home by the hand, to introduce you to his parents, and a teasing but still polite Osamu, who you already know from school.

You smile, polite and nervous, and leave your red scarf on the stairs railing.

You never get it back.

"How do you see yourself in a few years?" you ask him, the two of you laying in bed, staring at the ceiling. You glued some of those plastic starts that shine in the dark, and now it seems like the whole galaxy is in your bedroom.

Atsumu doesn't hesitates "Playin' volleyball"

"That's it?" you ask, eyeing him curiously. He doesn't looks at you, but his right hand moves to grab yours, and squeeze your fingers "That's all you see in your future?"

"What more could I want?"

You don't tell him that you're a romantic at heart, and that you were hoping he would say that he saw you by his side.

He's funny, and charming, and has that goofy playful side that almost every girl loves. Atsumu Miya's popularity skyrockets on his third year of high school, and he gets even more attention than he did before. He's still one of Japan's best young volleyball players, and now he's also much more mature, taller, and with that air of success and promising future that you just feel— crakling around him.

You cheer for him from the stands, laughing quietly with your close friends at his group of personal cheerleaders.

And then he points at you, before doing a serve, and your heart threatens to burst out of your chest.

"You guys are so in love" one of your friends swoons, as you watch Atsumu jump in the air.

You think about that the whole day.

"You look so cute with black hair" you say, smiling fondly at the picture Atsumu's mother is showing you.

Osamu huffs, arms behind his head. He's also in the picture, looking exactly like your boyfriend, both dressed in cute little shorts and dinosaur t-shirts— but you could recognize Atsumu anywhere.

"Doesn't he?" his mother says, gushing over the little polaroid. You nod.

Atsumu rolls his eyes "Yeah, well..."

"He looks like a dork" Osamu cuts him off, and then dodges the pillow Atsumu throws at him.

"If ya two have kids, they will look like this" his mother winks at you, and your cheeks turn red at the same time Atsumu's does.

Osamu only gags "Gross"

You wonder if high school students should be thinking about having kids.

Then you wonder if Atsumu has ever thought about you outside high school.

You're with him on his first actual car ride around town, after the two of you move to a little apartment closer to college.

Atsumu's excited, like a kid before Christmas. The car is old, something both of his parents helped him to buy. He keeps talking about how he'll get a new one, when he becomes a full professional athlete, and you whine and turn the radio on because you seriously can't stand him naming car brands anymore.

Your favorite song is playing, and you close your eyes and start singing with all your heart, ignoring your previous fear about your unskilled boyfriend driving you both into a tree.

"What song is this?" Atsumu yells over the music, and you open your eyes to sing directly at him, invisible microphone in hand, completely ignoring his question. He chuckles, shaking his head "Babe, you're so dumb"

And then he rans a red light, and your singing morphs into a little scream.

"Be careful!" you squeal, looking back to see that you indeed, managed to escape unscathed.

Atsumu laughs, and his hand, as always, searches your own on the seat "I was lookin' at ya! It's your own fault!"

Back at the appartment, and while Atsumu fiddles with his phone, you take the chance to explore a bit on your own. You knew the place was small, but it seems even more so now that all of your things have arrived. Piles and piles of cardboard boxes holding both of your belongings are all over the space.

You hope you can add more to them.

New things, things you and Atsumu find together. Trinkets you can add to your shared bedroom, dresses you'll now wear on new streets and parks, and not in your childhood neighborhood.

There's only one bedroom and a little bathroom. It’s not much, but you're already planning what color you'll paint the walls as you flick the light switch, only to discover that the bulb is broken.

"We won't be having any light in the bathroom," you tell Atsumu, and go to try the bedroom's lights. They won't work either. "Or in the bedroom"

"Or in any part of the house," Atsumu says, leaning on the door frame and phone still in hand. "And our bed isn't here yet either, apparently."

You take a look at the empty space where the bed should be, and let out a long heavy sigh. "Moving sucks."

"But when all this is over we'll be livin' together, and that's just the best," he offers, and even though you agree, you can't help but let the heavy feelings that come with the moving and everything that is still missing at the moment take a hold of you.

Walking past Atsumu, you stand where the kitchen and the dining area would be, once everything is set up. There's a small island counter with three boxes of clothes on top. You go to try and open the door of one of the little kitchen cabinets, and the hinge immediately gives away with a creak, and leaves you with the cabinet door in one hand. You whine and glance over at Atsumu, still watching you from the bedroom's doorstep, and looking incredibly amused.

"Those must be old as hell"

"Atsumu, everything is a mess," you flail your arms at the dozens of boxes and the dust and the missing furniture and the broken bulbs, and finally leave the broken door on top of the kitchen isle when Atsumu walks up to you and takes you in his arms.

You look out the window over his shoulder, and see that the sun has disappeared, darkness having fallen over the city.

"So what if the lights don’t work? Don't we have some candles? And our phones?" he murmurs into your ear. “And we don't even need this freakin' cabinets for now. At least this is our own place" he adds, pressing a kiss to your neck. "That's enough, right?"

You snort, but hug him back a little tighter than usual. “Okay, okay, but I do wish that we had a bed and a TV to watch something on"

Atsumu pinches your side, making you yelp and immediately try to escape, but his arms snake around your waist and keep you in place

"Don't complain that much babe!"

You chuckle, and manage to get free and dodge another pinch to go open the refrigerator. The yellow glow of its light bathes the soon to be completely dark space.

"We can use this to light up the room," you say, and Atsumu laughs and grabs you by the hips to pull you into a dance, while humming the song you were singing in the car “There’s no food in it anyways.”

So the refrigerator door stays open while you twirl and spin around the kitchen, dodging boxes as you go. "Everythin' is goin' to be fine, babe," Atsumu reassures you, spinning you around once more "Before we know it, this place will look great”

He kisses you when the dance leads you to the living room, a light feathery touch of his lips on yours that soon becomes a passionate exchange after he slides his tongue in your mouth. You moan and hold onto his jacket, and he lets go of you for a moment to look into your eyes.

"What do ya say about tryin' out the new apartment, huh?" he drawls, and you know he's not just joking when one of his hands starts to slowly crawl under your shirt.

"We literally don't have any furniture here," you tell him between kisses, but Atsumu only shrugs and dips his head to kiss you behind your ear. You can't help but tremble in his arms

"That’s never stopped us before."

It's an all too familiar dance, whenever Atsumu makes you his. He trails kisses over your neck and down your chest as he undresses you, and when you're lying on the floor, his brown eyes and teasing smile your only sight, you're already half naked and trying to wiggle out of your pants and underwear. He helps you, leaving open mouthed kisses down your legs and thighs and stopping to play with your folds over your already soaked panties, until you grab his neck and bring him up to kiss you again.The feeling of his skin against yours still fills you with the same familiar warmth that did a couple of years ago, when you were still high school students trying to be quiet on your parents house.

You shudder with excitement when he finally gets rid of his clothes and lets you take his cock in one of your hands, his mouth descending to play with your nipples.

He gives one a particular hard suck and then looks at you, his chin resting on the valley of your chest "Want to ride me, babe?"

You answer by getting on top of him and grinding against his cock, your fluids coating his thighs.

And when he sheats into you, groaning when the warmth of your walls surrounds him, you know you're home— tangled up with Atsumu Miya in the middle of an empty apartment, with everything you call your own still in boxes around you and only the refrigerator light shining for you. Being with Atsumu is all that matters for you.

He gets scouted by the MSBY Jackals as soon as he enters his last year of college. While you're still pondering, and thinking, and wondering if you're good enough to work in something Literature related.

You suppose it's not much of a surprise.

If Atsumu's ever had something clear, that was volleyball.

Not you.

"And so I think that I could become a regular soon, ya know?" he says, excitement twinkling in his eyes, and one of his legs bouncing uncontrollably under the table. "God, I just can't wait"

"I'm proud of you, 'Tsumu" you tell him, smiling softly at your wine.

"I always told ya I would make it, babe" the waitress comes around again, asking if you want more wine. You take the whole bottle. "Wanna hear about what Bokuto told me they were sayin'?"

You pour a generous amount of alcohol in your cup before noding, smile still in place.

Your birthday celebration remains forgotten, in favor of every little detail about the MSBY Jackals Atsumu wants to share.

"I like your hair this way better" you say, and Atsumu chuckles, bringing you closer to him and tangling his feet with your own under the covers "You look really handsome"

"Yeah?"

You lean forward and kiss his nose, your chin coming to rest on one of his arms "I can't believe we're still together, after all this time"

"Why?"

You shrug, and your eyes flicker down to trace idle shapes on his skin "I just thought... never mind"

"Hey, babe" Atsumu says, and you look back up to find him smiling "Don't say stuff like that"

"I love you" you whisper, honest and hopeful.

He kisses you goodnight and holds you tight against his chest.

The beats of his heart remind you that you've never heard him say it back.

"It's just a dumb party! Why are ya gettin' so worked up for this?" he yells, throwing his hands in the air. He's been sitting on the edge of the bed for far too long now, and you don't know what expresion he has on his face anymore.

You're still on the same spot, the covers pooling around you, eyes on his back.

It's 3 a.m

"I didn't even knew there was a party" you whisper, and he looks back over his shoulder at your sudden change in tone. You were yelling too, after all "You didn't tell me"

"I didn't knew. Found out today"

"That's not true" you say, and drop your gaze to your hands. They're shaking "Akaashi told me this was planned for weeks"

"Of course Akaashi told ya" Atsumu huffs, and goes back to bed once more, his back still to you. The space between the two of you has never been bigger "I don't wanna keep talkin' about it"

You get up and go to sleep on the couch.

The next morning, he wakes you up with a kiss, a hug, and the promise that nothing like that would happen again.

"I just didn't think it would be your type of thing, babe"

Soon, his entire life seems to become not your thing. He always comes home late, and the parties only grow in number. Accompanying him is even worst to stay home, you realize, when you start to feel that Atsumu doesn't really seems interested in your company.

He's laughing, and shaking hands, excited for a new future that slowly but surely seems to be getting far and far away from you.

Akaashi follows you to the bathroom in one of those events, a gala for something you can't remember, because Atsumu never explained. He just said the rest of the team would be there, and that it was important to go.

As always was.

"Are you okay?" Bokuto's boyfriend asks, handing you a tissue.

You smile, wiping away your tears without fear of ruining your makeup anymore.

Everything's already ruined.

"Not really, no"

"Kou has asked about you" he tells you, squeezing your shoulder. "Long time not seeing you and all. Wants to say hello"

"And my boyfriend?" you ask. Akaashi tries really hard — and miserably fails— to not look pitiful "Did my boyfriend ask where I went to?"

"Actually ... I think he left"

Seven years are destroyed by a text. It's late at night, and Atsumu's away on a trip with the team. You don't know if it's simply much more early where he is— if he can see the sun, while you wail under the moon— or if he thought it was a good idea to break your heart at 4 a.m

Your heart, and everything you built together.

You move out of the apartment. As quickly as you can as well.

Everything reminds you of him.

Akaashi takes you in, and it's kind enough to let you stay in your bedroom for three days straight, giving no sign of being alive.

Atsumu's everywhere.

In the scent that lingers on your clothes, in the marks he left on your neck the last time you two were together. On the TV, of course, and on the magazines Akaashi tries to hide before you cam see them.

He's the air you breathe, and you're suffocating.

"Why don't you try to write it down?" Akaashi suggests one day, and you look up at him with a frown "It helps. And you're very good at it"

"I don't know"

"You've been helping at the publishing house enough to know how to work your way around a book" at your incredulous stare, your best friend chuckles, scratching his chin "I mean, I'm not suggesting you write a book about your breakup. I'm just saying that writing something down might help. And maybe that could become something else later"

That night, Atsumu calls you for the first time since that devastating text, to tell you that he's moving, and he's sending you your stuff to the place you're staying.

That he thought it was best to be honest, and that you heard about his new place from him.

You don't thank the cruel honesty.

And the next day, you start writing.

5 years pass

The book signing event is in full glory, and you laugh and shake the hand of everyone who approaches you. There's thousands of people inside and outside the little bookstore, the one you chose because it was the first place where you bought your first actually book.

Akaashi is there, by your side, finally having been able to edit an actual novel and not a manga, thanks to you.

Many winters have passed, since the events that lead to the little book you have on your hands, and that you sign happily for the girl that, in tears, confesses to you that she's afraid of having to part ways with her partner.

You pat her hand, smile, and tell her that everyone needs to embrace their own future. First and foremost.

Just like Atsumu, who still wears your old scarf, on his way to the Olympics.

He did it first.

And now you did it yourself.

🧣 RED Love Story Collection

With this work, we come to the end of my little tribute to Red (Taylor's version), one of my favorite albums of all time. To everyone who commented, liked, and reblogged my works, thank you from the bottom of my heart ❤ I'm happy I got to do this little thing, and that even if you don't share my taste in music, you got to enjoy a bit of the angst, and the fluff, and everything in between.

I hope you keep finding happiness in my next works.

I'll be updating my fic the miya conundrum soon, and more projects will come.

Thanks again.

Love,

Willow ❄

Requests are open! ❄

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