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dumbseee · 2 months

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boyfriend!iwaizumi when you’re a famous idol.

iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader.

genre: fluff.

warnings: bad english/grammar :p /mention of the kpop industry (in here, dating someone is less taboo than it is in real life) / first work so it’s not that good.

after high school, you left japan for south korea, you always had this dream of becoming a kpop idol. during your time in seijoh, you were already known for being an amazing dancer but also for your angelic voice.

iwaizumi would always brag about you to the volleyball team, oikawa would tease him about you leaving him for a famous korean actor, after you became famous. to which, iwaizumi would respond with a kick in his friend’s back. truth be told, he was actually very scared of what the future had in store for you two after high school. he didn’t know if long distance would work for you, or if you even wanted it in the first place.

during your last school day, iwaizumi walked you back home, like he always did, but he seemed out of it and almost, sad? you asked him what was wrong and he told you that if you wanted to break up with him to focus on your dreams, he’d respect your decision and always support you. he couldn’t even look at you, tears starting to form in the corner of his eyes as he tried his best to keep a straight face. his words surprised you and broke your heart because you never knew that iwaizumi could be so dumb to think that you’d break up with him like that. "no matter the distance, it will never make me forget about how much i love you, hajime."

so you left for south korea and he left for america to study. you two called each other everyday, when you two were too busy, you’d try to call at least twice a week. iwaizumi was busy with school and finals took all his time while your trainee program took up yours. but somehow you two made it work. a few years later, you debuted as a soloist and sold millions with your first album whilst iwaizumi came back to japan after graduating, and became an athletic trainer for japan national volleyball team. you couldn’t be prouder of him, and you were his pride. he streamed all your songs, putting them on speaker while the boys would practice, he brought all your albums and watched the variety shows you were featured in. he was basically the president of your fanclub. and he wasn’t ashamed of it.

you two always made sure to go together on vacation in a foreign country, where kpop wasn’t really the thing. the distance actually strengthened your relationship since being apart of each other for so long, made the reunion better. you knew iwaizumi was it for you, and he was also your muse for your music. your fans often joked about how inspired and how deep your love songs were. it made you laugh to read all their theories about you being married to a farmer. if only they knew…

iwaizumi never minded being your secret boyfriend, he actually liked it that way. he didn’t know if he could bare being in the public eye every time. knowing that you were south korea’s sweetheart, being your public boyfriend would mean saying goodbye to his peaceful life, and iwaizumi wasn’t ready for that. well, he wasn’t ready yet. one day, he woke up to his phone being blown up by messages, actually tons of messages, from the groupchat he shared with the japan national team. he even had missed calls from oikawa, and all his close friends.

shoyo: IWAIZUMI-SENPAIIIIII

SID YOU SEE HHE NEWS???

kageyama: learn how to spell, idiot.

ushijima: blowing up his phone isn’t the best way to announce something like that.

bokuto: HAJI-SAN IT’S TERRIBLE ARE YOU OKAY??

atsumu: JUST SHUT UP

let the man wake up peacefully damn

shoyo: IT WAS TO BE A FAKE NEWS RIGHT??

bokuto: YEAH L/N-SAN WOULD NEVER DO THAT

iwaizumi: what the fuck?

ushijima: you should check twitter, hajime.

iwaizumi had frowned, but went on twitter, an app you forced him to subscribe to. apparently it was the genz’s newspaper. to his surprise, your face was all over his feed, it wasn’t surprising because he liked everything about you, followed dozens of fan account and basically became a fan account himself. but what surprised him was seeing those big account talking about your "relationship" with a famous korean actor.

"l/n y/n, the famous soloist who stole everyone’s heart with her heartfelt songs and beautiful looks, is dating a/l a/n!"

his eyes widened as he typed your name to call you immediately. his heart was beating so fast as he didn’t know how to feel about this. of course it was fake news, right? he knew you’d never cheat on him, you loved each other and iwaizumi couldn’t see his life without you in it. he quickly became aware of how much he loved you and how important you were in his life. without you, iwaizumi would be nothing but an empty shell. "hajime? thank god, i tried to call you!" your voice made him release a breath he didn’t know he was holding. "you saw, right?" your voice was small and for a second he thought that maybe you called him to announce your new relationship with this dumbass actor. "yeah, it’s not that fun to wakeup to your friends blowing up your phone and news outlets talking about your girlfriend’s relationship with that fucker." he rubbed his face with his free hand. "these idiots took pictures of us while we were in cabo and thought it was a/n. apparently you two look alike." he heard you chuckle which made him feel warm inside. he hated the fact that he doubted you for a second. suddenly, an idea popped up in his head, a crazy one but still. "you have an award show in a week right?" he asked you, a smile tugging at his lips. "yeah, why?"

well, iwaizumi’s idea was indeed crazy but you didn’t care, you were down for it. and as your name got called in the category, "best female artist", iwaizumi was next to you, he stood up before you could even understand what was going on, and he kissed you. showing to the world, that you were his as much as he was yours. it was a crazy way to launch your relationship to the world, but you didn’t care, because as long as you were together, nothing could happen.

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schelamski · 5 months

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Things Haikyuu Boys would do in a relationship (pt. 3)

-Kenma, Kageyama, Terushima, Akaashi, Atsumu

Part 1: Sakusa, Kita, Asahi, Hinata, Tendo

Part 2: Nishinoya, Iwaizumi, Suna, Kuroo, Yaku

Part 4: Ushijima, Tsukishima, Oikawa, Bokuto, Osamu

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Kenma Kozume: Late night car rides, blasting music and holding hands.

Kenma is a night owl, so I think to some extend you are too. There is just something intimate about the hours of the night you two spend driving around in his car, listening to some good tunes and holding hands while having a conversation from time to time. When its dark outside and everybody’s asleep you two feel like being the most alive.

Kageyama Tobio: Making eye contact from the opposite sides of the room

Tobio is just as observant to his surroundings when it comes to you as to volleyball. The first thing he will notice when entering a room is your presence. However, the most impressive thing is that he almost never fails to distinct your face in the crowd of fans and supporters of his games, he feels like he is magically drawn to look at you and could make out your face amongst hundreds of faces.

Terushima Yuji: leaning into each other while laughing

He is a funny boy for sure, but it feels even better when you laugh with him. He is even okay with you laughing at him as long as he can feel your shoulder pressing to his and your head falling onto his shoulder, exhausted from all the laughing. Yuji loves the small details he’s able to notice up close like the scratch on your teeth, the small dimples or the gleam in your eyes as you look up to him.

Akaashi Keji: Forehead kisses

Each time you’re at the receiving end of his forehead kisses you find yourself physically and mentally relaxing. With his hands on your shoulders and his lips on your forehead you feel protected and taken care of. Since you told Keji what his kisses do to you he kisses you even more. Even when you’re in public he never misses out on giving you a small peck on your head to show you that he is with you and that his thoughts and his heart belong to you.

Miya Atsumu: Grabbing your hand and spinning you around.

Your boyfriend likes to run to you at full speed, wrap his arms tight around your middle and twirl you through the air, especially after a successful game. When theres not enough space around or when he’s in a soft mood, Tsumu will just take your hand above your head and spin you around. He uses this opportunity to draw a smile on your face and watch your figure from every angle he can before pulling you abruptly to his chest and kissing you on the lips.

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teamatsumu · 6 months

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Can I please request rekindling a relationship with ex-boyfriend Atsumu who is a total ass man? (He can't stop touching, fondling reader 's ass.)

one day. (miya atsumu x fem!reader)

word count: 755

warnings: post-break up. sexual language but no explicit smut. swearing. osamu is there. slight angst if you squint. nsfw. mdni.

Taglist: @keiva1000

Atsumu should have known that even after breaking up with you, your presence in his life would be inevitable. After all, you had been childhood friends, and while your relationship had soured and fizzled months ago, you were still very, very close to Osamu, and no beef with Atsumu could stop you from seeing his twin.

So Atsumu had gotten used to walking into Onigiri Miya and seeing you perched on a stool at the counter, deep in conversation with Osamu who was carefully shaping onigiri for you. You were just as much a fan of his brother’s food as he was, maybe an even more enthusiastic supporter. Osamu often called you his little “taste tester”, and Atsumu would make a sleazy joke in your ear about how he was your taste tester, in that he would bury his head between your thighs to taste y-

You would always smack him before he could finish.

Ah well, those days were long gone. You weren’t interested in anything he had to say anymore, which Atsumu thought was karma for the last few weeks of your relationship, when he had started missing all your calls, messages, dates. After the fight that led to your breakup, which was filled with your teary complaints about how he had no time for you at all, Atsumu wondered if his volleyball career just left no room for him to date. But then he would look at Meian, who had a whole wife, and think that maybe it was just him. He just didn’t know how to maintain a relationship.

That didn’t stop him from hesitating now, catching sight of you in conversation with his brother, your arms folded on the counter before you with your torso leaning forward, and Atsumu’s gaze was immediately beckoned down to your-

Fuck.

Those were his favorite pair of jeans on you.

You had gotten them when he took you birthday shopping, and Atsumu had been enamored with them the minute you tried them on. High waisted and tight, they hugged your ass deliciously, so much that Atsumu had insisted he buy them for you, later using that as an excuse to bend you over the nearest surface any time you wore them and having his way with you. This couldn’t be a coincidence now, why would you wear them today? To come to Onigiri Miya? Where you knew you would likely run into him? Atsumu’s jaw clenched at the thought and he stepped further into the shop, finally catching your and his brother’s attention.

“Finally. What’s the point of making ya fresh onigiri if ya won’t show up on time?” Osamu scowled at him, but Atsumu paid him no mind, catching your eye and giving you a smirk.

“Nice ass.” He quipped, making you roll your eyes and turn back to your own plate, but Atsumu caught the tips of your ears turning red, making him grin. Victory.

“You’re disgusting, Miya.” You replied, voice low before you took another bite. Atsumu settled into the stool next to you.

“Ya never minded that when we were datin’. In fact, I still remember the sweet sounds ya made-”

“Shut up.” You glared at him, while Osamu made a disgusted face, saying something along the lines of ‘not in front of the food’. Neither of you reacted too viscerally though. Atsumu’s foul language was nothing new. You might have broken up with him, but you both knew he still liked you, and he would never stop flirting. That was his way of saying he wasn’t giving up on you.

Deep down, Atsumu knew you liked it. So when Osamu turned his back to search for something behind him, Atsumu leaned close to you, lips brushing your ear.

“Why’d ya wear those jeans, doll? Temptin’ me to bend ya over this counter?”

You dug your elbow into his side to push him away a bit. “In your dreams.”

Atsumu hummed, no longer resisting the urge to reach down and give your ass an appreciative squeeze. You jumped a bit, turning to glare at him. “Ya really don’t wanna know what goes on in my dreams, sweetcheeks.”

You groaned and rolled your eyes, but Atsumu caught the corners of your lips, fighting to hold back a smile. He sighed as Osamu placed a plate of food in front of him, not bothering to bite back his own smile. You still loved him, deep down, Atsumu was sure, and he was determined to make you his again one day.

One day.

#miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu smut #haikyuu smut #hq smut #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #miya atsumu x you #miya atsumu x y/n #miya atsumu fluff #miya atsumu angst #miya atsumu fanfiction #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu fanfic

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anisespice · 9 months

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“ the fuck-it list ” || hq! pt. 3

one || two

synopsis: there’s a list going around consisting of hot guys on campus that are deemed “fuckable” with theories as to what they’d be like in bed. it’s all fun and games until somehow your boyfriend ends up on this list.

pairing: various x gn!reader [ osamu, sakusa ]

warnings: cursing, suggestive language, MDI. literally can’t be bothered to think of anything else, but feel free to let me know lol

notes: sooo i lied <333 i’ve decided to give suna his own chapter later on (srry suna lovers !!!!) i just wasn’t satisfied with how his was turning out, and it was the only roadblock delaying my progress soooo figured we’d just put a pin in his for now lol especially for those who were FROTHING for these two in particular (this for y'all ✨) hope you enjoy :)))

notes ii: nobody LOOK AT ME, this took me an embarrassingly long time lol. i’m not familiar with them, personality-wise, but i tried ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

notes iii: this one’s got atsumu written all over it LMAOOO

tagged: @daedaep69 , @ahahadumbo , @viktoryn , @mdsb , @ourgoddessathena , @ushygushybaby , @hyori2 , @lumpywolf , @fantasycantasy

“Aht-CHOO!”

The bowl of popcorn nearly flew out your lap when you shrieked bloody-murder, body in fight or flight from the abrupt sound happening moments before a jumpscare in the movie you were watching. Head on a swivel, you soon realized the culprit wasn’t a psycho-killer in a ghost mask, but your darling OSAMU with his lawnmower of a sneeze coming through your front door.

You exhaled, relieved, but scared shitless. After pausing the movie, you glared down the hall leading to the door. “Seriously? You had to do that with your entire chest?”

Osamu sniffled, then muttered. “…Y’supposed to say bless ya before scoldin’ at your sweet and thoughtful boyfriend, y’know…”

“Aw, bless you, my love. And, fuck you.”

The brunette snorted, no doubt rolling his eyes as he toed off his shoes. Coming down the hall to soon reveal his handsome face, illuminated only by the bright tv screen, Osamu held up a large plastic bag filled with something greasy and delicious as the smell traveled up your nose. He grinned smugly at you intently eyeing the bag. “Fuck me, huh?”

You immediately doubled down, waving your hands. “Waitwaitwait I didn’t mean it like that. I meant it as in…fuck you’RE so sweet and thoughtful, and I love you so much..?”

Osamu hummed, taking off his ball cap to place it on your head. Shaking it a little by the brim, he winked. “Nice save, darlin’.”

He made way for your inspace kitchen to get dinner assorted with you trailing not too far behind. Your eyes eagerly ate up the widespread of all your favorites displayed on the countertop, practically hanging off his back since there was barely any room for the both of you in the tiny space. Popcorn long forgotten, your stomach sang a symphony for some real food, Osamu saving you the trouble of eating instant noodles for dinner yet again.

And without you even having to ask him for any of it, too.

Your gaze eventually locked onto the former volleyball player, eyeing him up with a newfound hunger that he was quick to pick up on while he popped a piece of fried chicken in his mouth. Looking down at you with a raised brow he patiently waited for you to voice your thoughts, a boyish grin growing on his face as he chewed.

You blinked. He blinked back, then chuckled lightly. “We communicatin’ telepathically, or somethin’?”

“If we were, you’d know I wanna suck you dry right now.”

Osamu.exe—E R R O R.

Man straight up inhaled the little that was still in his mouth, hurling him into a fit of hacks as he turned away from the food to fight for his life at your sink. Coughing up what he could into the drain with you behind him hitting his back for support, you couldn’t stop the evil, little laugh from slipping out seeing this as a form of karma for the scare earlier. Osamu fixed you with a weak glare once he calmed down, reaching over to pinch your cheek. “A warnin’ next time, would’ya?…”

You winced, but mirth still swam in your eyes. “Your only warning would’ve been your pants around your ankles-”

“Oi, quit that.” He gently grabbed your jaw to squish up your mouth, though it didn’t repress the cheeky grin you wore. The brunette did his best to remain unfazed, but the flush across his face was evident, your words clearly effecting him. “…Jeez, at least ask me how m’day was before ya slut me out. Soundin’ like all them thirsty-ass comments floodin’ my socials all damn day.”

Osamu let go of your face to grab plates from your cabinet, leaving you standing there, dumbfounded. Pursing your lips, you crossed your arms with a raised brow. “‘m sorry…the what flooding your socials?”

He busied himself with fixing your plate, nonchalantly recalling the very incident that occurred the other day, “That dumb fuck-list or whatever, mixed up me ‘nd ‘tsumu in their little post. Had his ugly mug front ‘nd center, but had my name attached to this long-winded thread ‘bout me basically being better in the sack than him. Shit’s wild.”

“The fuck-what now?” Osamu handed over a healthy plate full of food, you absentmindedly took it but made no move to eat. He started fixing his own, acting as if he didn’t just delay your appetite with this information. “Y—…you’re joking right? There’s no way something like that exists.”

“Oh, t’s very much real. Read it with my own eyes,” he licked the spoon he used to spread sauce across his chicken. “What, ya sayin’ ya haven’t heard of it? Seriously?”

“You know I don’t care enough to keep up with the trends that go on around here. And with good reason, clearly. What’s even the purpose?”

He shrugged. “Beats me. But it’s got ‘tsumu givin’ me the silent treatment, so maybe it’s not that bad after all.”

“Pfft. He’s pissy because some random on the internet said you’re the better lay? How would they know?? You’re both happily taken, and I wish a bitch would.” You smugly declared, bringing your food to the living room.

Osamu grinned at your possessive tone, trailing behind you holding plate and soda cans in either hand. “Damn straight. But, wasn’t just some random, babe. We’re talkin’ millions.”

Had you not already gotten situated on the couch, you would’ve surely spilled food all over yourself. Jaw nearly to the floor, you blinked up at him, bewildered. “Nuh uh.”

“Yuh huh.”

“Holy shit.”

Osamu took his usual spot next to you, large frame nearly taking up most of the couch. With bellies empty, knee knocking against knee, and elbow nudging elbow, the brunette hummed contently as he soaked in his favorite atmosphere—Your voice, your warmth, you. Though too busy monologuing about the absurdity of such a thing going viral to notice his fond gaze, Osamu silently listened to every word as he began eating from his plate. Although, all that mushiness is soon pushed to the back of his mind when the next sentence fell from your lips. After you eventually found said post to see it for yourself, needless to say you had some…hot takes.

“How could someone write this and not cringe? I mean, I love you ‘samu, but a Dom? If only they knew how nervous you were our first time, it was so adorable.” You giggled, tossing some chicken into your mouth. “You are not that guy.”

Osamu’s chewing paused. Your laughter eventually died down.

You didn’t feel his stare earlier…but you were definitely feeling it now, Mr. Krabs. Suddenly, the same dread you got when anticipating a jumpscare resurfaced. A sinking pit in your stomach like a rabbit stumbling upon a fox—Cliché aside, you fucked up. And you knew it in your bones the second your eyes locked with his, void of fondness and full of hunger despite his plate being half-eaten.

He swallowed the bit in his mouth, then spoke. “Sure ‘bout that?”

You mouth moved, floundered even, but nothing would come out. And Osamu didn’t rush you either, if anything he gladly watched you struggle while he continued munching away. “I—..I-I mean..I was just saying. Because…y’know, you never…we never really-”

“Mm. Jus’ cause we usually take things slow doesn’t mean you can’t get a hole fucked into your mattress, sweetheart. Keep tryin’ ya luck, ‘nd ya just might. Finish eatin’ first, though. Ya gonna need your energy.”

SAKUSA couldn’t give a flying fuck about the list. He would literally walk away from someone mid-conversation if said topic got brought up. And don’t think that you’re the exception, either—Man parked and got out of his OWN CAR during the drive back to his place, refusing to get back in until you dropped the subject entirely.

“Omi-”

“No.”

“C’monnnn.”

“No.”

You giggled, “I won’t talk about it anymore, I promise.”

He had his back to you as you spoke through the rolled down, driver’s side window, trying to ‘pspspsps’ him back into the car like a stubborn cat. Sakusa knew he was being ridiculous, but he just couldn’t stomach anymore nonsense. Plus, there’s a bit of suspicion on his end whenever it came to talking about the accursed list—Sakusa saw it as a bad omen.

Anyone who talked about it within his circle, be it teammates or personal friends, miraculously found themselves posted up the following day like fresh meat on the market. Once he caught wind that not even taken people were spared from being thirsted over, his disdain merely amplified, as did his precaution.

“Baby, I’ll burn some sage back at your apartment to scare away the bad energy from my filthy words. Would that make you feel better?”

Sakusa huffed, looking over his shoulder to give you a good ole stank face—One you barely paid any mind to as you batted your lashes at him. He glitched. Had it not been for the mask he was wearing, you’d see the harsh flush that spread across his face. Too bad his neck was exposed, giving him away as you grinned knowingly. But, you weren’t about to distract him from the issue at hand, you temptress.

“Don’t patronize me. Besides, you didn’t say it at my apartment, you said it in the car. Would completely defeat the purpose.”

You blinked.

There was no stopping the laughing fit you fell into when his words eventually processed, borderline cackling. “I-I’ll sage the car then, how ‘bout that?”

The ravenette squinted, marching up to the car to stick his head in before pulling his mask down so you could see his heavy frown through your tearful hysterics.

“You’re laughing. You’ve doomed me to becoming targeted by perverts, and you’re laughing.”

“‘yoomi, PLEASE.” You wheezed, waving a hand at him for mercy. With a couple stuttered intakes of air, you did your best to pull it together. “Don’t you think…you’re being a little paranoid?”

Amusement colored your features when you made eye contact with the outside hitter. Sakusa rolled his, tugging his mask back on before re-entering the car. “We’ll see how funny you find it when we can’t be seen together in public anymore.”

“And why not?” You raised a brow, still giggly.

Sakusa buckled in, taking the car out of park. “Because. When I do get posted, I won’t be leaving the safety of my room until that shit gets banned.”

“Oh my god, honey, I promise. You’re worrying over nothing. If you were gonna be on the list, don’t you think you would’ve by now? I mean, c’mon, even Hinata got on it before you. Majority of your teammates did!”

“That’s exactly my point. I’m the only one left.”

The two of you continued a playful back and forth pretty much the whole drive, more so you teasing him than anything else. After a while, having had your fun, you gave it a rest much to Sakusa’s relief. “Can still burn some sage, if you want-” “You’re not funny.”

Your evening continued on as normal, him taking a shower while you busied yourself by looking for a show the two of you could binge. Although, even after the discussion from earlier had been dropped, your boyfriend’s words still echoed in the back of your mind like a mantra. ‘I’m the only one left.’

As much as you’d hate to admit, though never to his face, your over-suspicious companion had a point. Without the safety net of his more extroverted teammates being in the spotlight of rabid fans, what’s delaying the swarm of unsolicited desires now? Even with his sourtude, Sakusa was an attractive individual—The dark curls that frame his face perfectly, his piercing pools of obsidian that shred through you like paper, the beauty marks above his brow, his THIGHS. And those were just surface-level things.

Being one of the privileged few who’ve seen all layers of Sakusa, you couldn’t blame them for wanting to explore deeper into who he was beyond that cold exterior…in more ways than one. Who better to fill those burning questions than some horny randos with too much time on their hands?

But, he’s made it this far without issue, what’s there to worry about now?—*Bzzzzt*

You jolt slightly, the harsh vibration coming from the sofa table breaking you out of your thoughts. With a short glance at your phone, the lit screen revealed an incoming call from Sakusa’s cousin, Komori. You exhale a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding, reaching over to grab the device and answer it. However, as your thumb hovered over the green button, a small part of you couldn’t help but wonder…why would he be calling you?

You shook your head, answering the call before your mind could wander. He probably just wanted to catch up, make small talk. A smile graced your face as you happily greeted him, “Mori! Hi, what can I do ya for-?”

“Has he seen it?? Am I too late??”

You froze, blinking widely in stunned confusion. Your silence must have been loud enough for the man to grow more anxious, calling out your name to regain your attention. “Uh…has who seen what?”

Komori exhaled, in what you could only assume was relief. “Thank God…you sound blissfully unaware. That means there’s still time. You’re at his place, right?”

You blinked, eyes looking around as if he could see you.

“Kiyoomi’s? Yeah, I am. He’s in the shower at the moment if you were trying to reach him. Is everything okay?”

Now it was him who turned silent. You waited with bated breath, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt as you wracked your brain for every worst case scenario…but a small part of you already had an idea.

“It’s the complete opposite, I’m afraid.”

‘Kiyoomi Sakusa. 6’2ft of ?????. An enigma. We had to take our time this one. This tall, personification of a hand sanitizer bottle may appear to be disgusted and disinterested, but once you get past those disinfectant defenses of his…Lady in the streets, but a freak in the bed. Why else would he keep so clean all the time? It’s ‘cause he’s hiding an absolute FILTHY ANIMAL behind his mask (literally and figuratively) you cannot convince me otherwise. Definitely a Hard Dom, would degrade you for making a mess all over him even though he’s the one to blame; THRIVES when you get messy for him tho. Firm believer that he’d spit in your mouth, both as punishment and a reward. He won’t make much noise, you’ll think he’s doing taxes while deep in your guts, but just watch his face; homie is EXPRESSIVE. Aftercare could go either way, but he’d probably focus more on getting the sheets changed than cleaning you up. 7/10.’

You clenched the phone in disbelief, eyes watering due to the sexual word-vomit burning them the more you read on. It didn’t even take you long to find the dreaded post you were convinced would never manifest, refreshing the page multiple times just to confirm its existence. “Shit. I really did doom him to being targeted by perverts…”

“Huh??” Komori voiced. You merely brushed it off.

“Nothing,” you sighed. Taking the conversation out on the balcony in case Sakusa overheard, you had Komori on speaker as you attempted to do damage control. “Do the others know about this? Oh God, does Atsumu?? Knowing him, he’d surely jump at the chance to tease Omi with something like this.”

“Dunno. Just found out myself, and you were the first person I thought to call.”

You looked over your shoulder, peeking inside to see if the outside hitter was roaming around. There didn’t appear to be any movement, but there’s no doubt he finished showering by now.

Exhaling, you began sifting through your contacts. “We need to do whatever it takes to make sure he never finds out about the post. I’ll text everyone I know to help flag it down, but I’m not sure how long it’ll take before-”

“Who’re you talking to?”

Startled, phone nearly tossed off the balcony, you turned toward the sudden appearance of your freshly washed boyfriend, towel around his neck and adorned in lounge wear. Komori held his breath, as if he also were caught in the act even though he could easily escape with a mere press of a button. “Um…your cousin.”

“Okay, but…why’d you come out here? You wouldn’t have disturbed me if you took the call inside.” Sakusa raised a brow at your stiff posture, perplexed but concerned. “Something the matter?”

“No!” You winced at your own volume. His eyes widened slightly, making you nervously chuckle. Clearing your throat, you attempted to play it cool. “No, uh…just wanted to get some air while catching up with Komori, that’s all. W-why d’you ask?”

Sakusa squinted at you. “You’re jumpy.”

“J-Jumpy? Me? Uh.. that’s because…” Searching your brain for an excuse, luckily Komori had your back with his quick thinking.

“B-Because! We’re talking about the list! And t-they figured you wouldn’t wanna hear us, so-” SLAM!

Before he could even get the rest of the explanation out, Sakusa had already closed the sliding door. You and Komori shared a sigh of relief. You watched Sakusa’s back retreat into the living room as he sat on the couch, flickering around for something to put on to pass the time.

Just as suspected…still paranoid.

“That was close…”

“Super close. Think he bought it?”

You groaned, hesitant to take your eyes off him. “Won’t matter if he decides to check his phone at some point…”

It didn’t appear to be anywhere in sight, hopefully charging in another room. But, there was no point in wasting time worrying about that. You had some flagging to do. And as long as he had no reason to look at it, you’d be fine.

Sakusa, now bored with you occupied by something else, couldn’t help but to watch you longingly from the couch. You were speaking so animatedly, using your free hand to gesture, pacing back and forth. He frowned—How can that stupid list be more important than snuggling up with him? Yet another reason to hate it.

Exhaling through his nose he leaned back on the sofa, remote in hand as he looked for something to help pass the time. However, before he could get very far in his search, his phone rings.

Confused, he reached into his pocket. Instantly, his mood went from neutral to shriveled when he read the caller ID—Miya.

He had half a mind to ignore it, but knowing Atsumu he’d probably just keep calling until the inevitable happened with him turning up on his doorstep. Sakusa gave an annoyed huff, reluctantly answering the phone.

“Better have a good reason to be calling me this late, idiot.”

“Oh ho ho. Believe me, Omi-Omi. You’ll wanna see this.”

Back on the balcony, after the sixth time flagging the post for misinformation and harassment, you suddenly felt a shift in the atmosphere that wasn’t there moments before. Halting your frantic thumbs, you slowly looked up from the screen as a cold chill ran up your spine; something didn’t feel right in the force.

You weren’t sure what made you turn back to look inside the room, but the moment you did…it was like the world had gone into slow motion—Komori’s voice faded into the background as he called out your name, drowned out by the sound of your heart pounding through your ribs at the sight of Sakusa on his phone, face contorted into what could only be described as pure humiliation as he stared into the endless abyss while on his knees.

Probably should’ve burned that sage when you had the chance.

#🍁wasabi #‼️PT. 3‼️#*posts it and runs*#hq #hq scenarios #hq smut #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu smut #hq osamu #hq sakusa #the fuck-it list

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kairismess · 3 months

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Hello! I was wondering if you could do Atsumu w/ a s/o who tells their friends they play volleyball and their friends just start laughing and making jokes like “Oh no no no, you’d be benched because you’re too short” 🥲

it’s alright if not, I think I’ve only sent you angstier requests (sorry 😔) so it’s fine if you don’t want to do this. Have a good day/night regardless <333

"hey, shrimpy... what's all that they're gigglin' an' laughin' 'bout, hmm?" atsumu asks you in a whisper as you hand him the rogue volleyball that flew all the way to the back of the court. you felt too embarrassed to explain to your boyfriend just why exactly your friends were laughing at you; or more like, you were terrified of what atsumu might do to them, regardless if they just meant what they said as jokes or banter that stung you somehow.

you shook your head silently, insisting you didn't know or that it was something unfunny, but before you could walk away, atsumu gripped your wrist and walked up to you. "baby... you don't have to lie. i think... something's up between you and 'em, hmm? am i right or right?" he asked you with a slight smirk curving up on his lips.

you hesitate to tell him for a moment, but you shake your head once more in response, prompting the blonde to quit smirking, and look at you with such a soft expression on his face. he had known that from the very beginning, a lot of people looked down on you for your stature. despite being as talented as any tall volleyball player out there, you were never given a proper chance to prove your worth because of how outlandish the idea of a short person like you being able to overcome the hurdles that stood behind that net.

his hand slid down to your fingers, then to your palm, and the back of your hand. he held your hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours, and rubbing the back of your hand in a soothing manner with the pad of his thumb. "hey... don't listen to what they say." he blurted out of the blue, making you turn around to face him with glassy eyes that threatened to spill out tears any moment now. he smiled at you sweetly and wiped the tears from your eyes gently with his other hand after setting the ball down.

"you are so talented, and if they can't see your worth past for what you're lacking... then they're all full of bullshit." he chuckles out from under his breath, shaking his head lightly at how utterly wrong your friends are for laughing at you for your small size, and not supporting you for how great you are beyond how you may seem. "even if they're joking, they should support you a great deal... but if not them, i could always do it for you, my cutie; my amazing, strong and powerful cutie." he murmurs into your ear after leaning closer to you, kissing your ear and wrapping his muscular arms around you and holding you tightly.

"and besides... such a cute height like this really makes me feel so fond of you. look how comfy i am with resting my chin on your pretty little head, hmm?" he teases as you knit your brows together in embarrassment and frustration. looks like your cocky bastard of a boyfriend can say meaningful, worthwhile things sometimes... and make you feel good about yourself, feel supported, for who you are no matter what you were born with.

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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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eighteen — all along

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

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word count. 1.3k content. swearing, implied excessive alcohol consumption

Suna leans against the door after he closes it. He feels like throwing up.

This wasn’t how this night was supposed to go.

He wanted to get you back in some way, to remind you that you need him as much as he needs you. He fucked up when he told Oikawa it was just sex between the two of you (because it really isn’t), but he never thought his words would end up in this.

You’re with Atsumu now. You’re giving him up for Atsumu. You’re giving up on him.

It makes him sick.

“Suna?”

He looks at the girl beside him. Fuck, he doesn’t even remember her name. He’s hooked up with her five times now and, every single time, he only managed to call her by your name.

He’s an asshole. He deserves exactly what he’s getting.

“Hey,” he manages to say. “Kinda need a moment alone here.”

Her eyes widen. “Oh! Yeah! No, of course. I just wanted to check up on you.” She looks around before smiling at him. Sickly sweet. “I guess I’ll just see you around then.”

The girl starts walking away and—no, don’t do it, don’t do it—“Wait.”

She looks back at him. “Yeah?”

Stop it. You’re better than this.

“Do you wanna come to mine?”

A smile. “Definitely.”

Atsumu finds you by the pool, leaning against one of your friends while you watch Kaori somersault on the grass nearby. Your eyes are squinting slightly and a smile is plastered on your face. You light up when you see him.

“‘Tsumu!”

You try to get up, but end up stumbling and giggling into your friend’s shoulder.

“She’s drunk, Miya,” the girl slurs as she rubs your head, clearly wasted herself. “You be good to her, ‘kay?”

He smiles and nods, standing in front of you with his hands in his pockets. “Ya need help, baby?”

You shake your head, furrowing your brows as you try your best to get up. “Can handle myself, ‘Tsu.” You trip over your legs and burst out laughing, your friend joining you. “M’kay, you can help now.”

Atsumu crouches down and picks you up, your legs coming around his waist as he holds your thighs. “Ya good?” he asks, one of his hands going to support your back. “Tell me if yer not comfortable or somethin’.”

You nuzzle into his neck. “‘M good, ‘Tsumu. Thank you.”

He turns to your friend. “Are ya good? Do ya need a ride?”

“Nah.” The girl waves him off. “My boyfriend’s just over there. You take care of our superstar.”

“I always do.” He grins, nodding at her and saying goodbye before he carries you out of the house.

You mumble something into his skin that he can’t hear.

“Whaddya say, sunshine?”

“You’re so pretty, Atsu.”

His cheeks darken at your words. It’s not that you aren’t normally this affectionate—because you are, even when completely sober—but something about you just always makes him feel all light and giddy. You make him feel like he’s seven years old with his first crush, always so new and exciting.

“Yer pretty too, sweetheart,” he tells you. “Also really drunk.”

You slap his chest weakly. “So mean.”

He laughs, holding you close. “Did ya have a good night?”

“Kinda. It was sad for a bit.”

“Oh?” He frowns. “Did somethin’ happen?”

You hum against his neck. “Yeah,” you say, but before you can elaborate, your voice brightens up as you add, “But I’m all better now. Because you’re so pretty.”

“Yeah?” He chuckles, but he’s still worried about you. “Are ya sure yer okay?”

You lean back a little to look him in the face. Your eyes are hazy and your smile a little lopsided, but you look happy. Content. “I have you,” you say. “Of course I’m okay.”

You get to his car and he places you in the passenger seat, buckling the seatbelt and double-checking to see if it's secure before getting in the driver’s seat. He can hear you humming something as he gets in the car (“something stupid” you’d probably say if he asked what it is). He looks over to his side and sees you staring at him, eyes wide and adoring.

“What?” He laughs, trying to hide how shy you make him feel.

You’re still looking at him, blinking like you’re trying to see if he’s real. “‘Tsumu.”

His name sounds like honey on your tongue. So soft and sweet.

He feels his breath catch in his throat. “Yeah?”

“‘Tsumu,” you say again. Fuck, his heart is beating so fast. “I think I really like you.”

He knows you’re drunk and probably half-asleep, but there’s something about the way the words just spill out of you that feels so true. So real. It might be the way you’re staring at him like he hung all the stars in the sky. Or it might be because the words are coming from you.

He’d trust you with all that he had if he could.

He reaches over and places his hand on top of yours. “Say that again in the mornin’,” he requests. “Please.”

You nod fervently. “I will,” you say. “Because I mean it. I like you, ‘Tsumu. I really do.”

It feels better than anything that’s ever happened to him before. Better than winning a game. Better than beating Osamu. Better than having sex. So much better than anything because it’s you.

“Thank you,” is all he manages to say. “Thank you.”

You wake up in the middle of the night to a fuzzy feeling in your head. It’s not exactly a hangover yet, just a sweet spot between being awake and completely dead to the world. You try not to think about how it’ll feel in the morning.

Your eyes adjust to the darkness and you realize that you’re in Atsumu’s bed. You’re wearing one of his shirts and a pair of loose pajama bottoms that could be his or Osamu’s (their laundry gets mixed up a lot). He’s right beside you, one arm over your body, the other beneath you. He probably won’t be able to move his arm in the morning, but you have a feeling he doesn’t care.

You tilt your head up to find him fast asleep. His hair is falling over his eyes and his mouth is slightly agape, quiet snores escaping from between his lips.

Your body is facing him, curled up in his arms. You reach up to trace his collarbone with a featherlight touch and you swear you can feel him lean closer to you.

After your talk with Suna, the night had gone downhill. You spoke to your friends about it but, try as they might, they could only understand so much. It wasn’t like you understood it that well yourself. You downed more drinks that you should’ve and ended up barely knowing what you were doing.

Until Atsumu came, of course. That, you remember. You always seem to remember when it comes to him.

You wonder what you did to deserve this, to deserve him. To have him hold you in his arms when you know you probably smell like you’ve raided a whole bar. To have him check up on you and make sure you’re okay. To have him proudly keep you on his arm in front of his friends, to show you off like you’re the only thing that matters.

You spent a whole year with Suna, thinking that you were only worthy of being fucked in secret and barely acknowledged in public. Even people who claim they loved you once like Terushima just treat you like a toy to be played with whenever they see fit. Boys who barely know you ask for your number, not because of who you are, but what it would mean for them to "have" you.

Atsumu’s changed it all for you. He makes you want to see the goodness in yourself, the parts of you that he seems to recognize even if you don’t. Sure, he can be brash and loud and frankly a bit of a mess, but he makes you feel whole and safe.

You close your eyes and push yourself further into his hold.

Maybe this is what you were looking for all along.

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slut4sugu · 10 months

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— 𝐒𝐎𝐒. 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 !

─── . ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀ ♡ SOME WORDS FROM KAM: I just want to thank all of your for 100+ followers! It has been so much fun writing for you all and I greatly appreciate the support! So now I hope you all enjoy this milestone event!!

─── . ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀ ♡ SOME WARNINGS: some of these works will have mature content so minors Dni! I will label the ones that are sfw and nsfw, happy reading and thank you all so much again!

Here is SZA’s full SOS album in case you wanna listen to it however you want </3

NO.1 - SOS.

MDNI !

I CAN DO YOU BETTER [feat!] hobie brown

Lyrics : bestfriend!hobie x black fem reader, readers ex on the phone, fingering, hobie being evil </3, use of names like: doll, pretty thing, princess, cunnilingus, cursing, mentions of weed and alcohol use, bit of a slow burn

Summary: Your bestfriend hobie comforts you after getting broken up over the phone with your ex, and gives you the treatment you’ve always deserved.

NO. 2 - KILL BILL.

MDNI !

Come Back Darlin feat! [feat!] rue Bennett

Lyrics : ex!rue x fem!black reader, mentions smoking, makeout session, rue being slightly sappy, thigh riding, being almost caught by Gia, fluff at the end </3, cursing

Summary: you broke up with rue because her addiction was too concerning and you felt as though she would never change no matter what you said to her. After an argument you broke up, though as weeks then months passed rue started to realized your her drug. The strongest there fuckin is.

NO. 3 - SEEK & DESTROY.

BULLSEYE [feat!] assassin Toji x fem!black reader

Lyrics: Toji being hot as usual, reader having to treat his scars, suggestiveness, fluff, use of the name: doll, pretty, baby, princess, ma, toji being a sweetheart, use of guns, cursing.

Summary: you didn’t know what toji specifically did for work until you started to put pieces together, the excessive guns, weaponry, especially the scars. Then one night your boyfriend of 2 years sat you down an told you everything.

NO. 4 - LOW.

SHOW OFF [ feat!] 42!miles x fem!blackreader

Lyrics: miles being protective of you as per usual, jealousy themes, cursing, rio being suspicious, slight angst then fluff, reader being worried for miles, miles spoiling reader, slight suggestiveness

Summary: you found out that miles was the prowler, and assured him you would still want to be with him despite what he does as a ‘job’. But because you know he makes your relationship a secret, so that not even uncle Aron would know.

NO. 5 - SMOKING ON MY EX PACK.

MDNI !

F*CK OFF [ feat!] suna x fem!black reader

Lyrics: atsumu being a dick, angst to fluff, smoking, stoner suna, skipping school, alottt of cursing, fighting between atsumu n suna, suna being a sweetheart to reader, cheating themes, mentions of a abusive relationship between atsumu and reader

Summary: After a long awaited break up with a toxic atsumu, you struggle to love yourself again. So your old friend comes to ease your mental pain, and real ease some tension.

NO. 6 GOOD DAYS.

MDNI !

MY HEART [ feat!] ? x fem!black reader (it’s a surprise <33)

Lyrics: ? being an absolute sweetheart, use of vibrator, slight age gap, reader is in her late 20’s and ? is in her early 30’s, cunnilingus, edging, aftercare, use of names: Honey, princess, sweetheart, baby

Summary: ? met you one day at a concert and couldn’t take her eyes off your cute outfit for the whole show, after getting your insta, meet ups begin to happen in discreet locations and reserved buildings before turning into stays in her penthouse.

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 1 year

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Comparing You to Their Ex-Girlfriend

Featuring Osamu

Osamu Miya x Fem! Reader (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: swearing, arguing, under appreciation, mentions of ex’s, mentions of alcohol, Atsumu being the voice of reason 😵‍💫

AN: I’ve been wanting to continue this series for a while and I figured who better than our favorite Twin, Osamu 🥰

*Atsumu fans please don’t come for me, I adore him I promise 🥺

You and Osamu had been dating for a little over a year and what a year it’s been. Filled with tons of highs and equal lows, you and Osamu had navigated it all together.

When you’d first met Osamu, he had just opened his first Onigiri shop and things were hectic, but you somehow made it work. You’d visit him whenever you could, stop by to support his business and even stay late helping him clean up after close. You were the epitome of a perfect girlfriend and yet, sometimes it felt as if your good deeds went unnoticed.

You knew Osamu didn’t purposely ignore you, he was just busy being a business owner. The stresses of the early mornings and equally long days were hard on him. Still, you wished he’d occasionally throw a “thank you” or a “what would I do without you babe” your way. Nevertheless, you continued to thanklessly help your boyfriend whenever and wherever you could.

On one particularly busy Friday night, you swung by the shop to help Osamu close up, excited that he was leaving the shop in the care of his valued employees so you could spend so much needed quality time together. You pushed open the door, announcing your arrival as you did most everyday, only this time, you were not met with your usual chipper boyfriend.

“I’m here!” You shouted, the door sitting behind you as you placed your coat and purse on the coat rack besides the door, a welcome addition to the cozy little shop. The kitchen door slammed open as Osamu immediately started in on you.

“Dammit Yn you are so late! What took you so long? I’ve been cleaning all by myself!” He shouted as you looked at him, a bit taken aback by his hostile attitude.

“Geez Mr. Grumpy, I’m sorry I’m late but the train was packed, and I had to wait for the next one. I did text you,” you clarified, walking over to the counter as Osamu huffed and turned heading back into the kitchen as you followed.

“Well, I sent everyone home early because I assumed you were coming to help me, but I guess I shouldn’t have because I pretty much did everything myself,” he growled as you stood by the kitchen sink, eyes narrowed on your unusually hostile partner. He was never this mean, never this rude to you.

“Samu, I said I was sorry, ok? Geez it’s not like I don’t come and help you every day after I work a full 8 hours. I even take the train opposite my normal station just to be here to help,” you recalled, trying to keep your cool. Surely something had happened today to warrant this.

“You act like I’m forcing you to be here Yn! Like I’m making you help me out with my store!” Osamu exclaimed as you crossed your arms over your chest. You were done being patient and forgiving.

“I never said that Samu! I offer to help you and I’m always glad to help but you don’t need to yell at me especially when you can’t even spare a thank you half the time for all that I do for you!” You roared, pissed off that he seemed to be blaming you for the free help you offered him.

“Don’t act like you're such a saint Yn! You weren’t here through any of the hard stuff like Amy was! Now she was a real saint!” Osamu hissed as your eyes widened and you took a step back.

Amy was Osamu’s ex-girlfriend and someone you had always felt inferior too. When you had met Osamu, he had told you about how Amy had left him shortly after opening his restaurant, stating that he never had time for her. Osamu was a broken man when you met him, and you worked to help pick up the pieces. He worked long hours, sometimes 7 days a week just to avoid being alone. When you came into the picture, that all changed as you helped him manage his store and make time for himself, cherishing every small moment you had with him.

Tears welled in your eyes as you stood tall, your eyes locking with Osamu’s as you spoke, “Well if Amy’s such a saint, then why don’t you call her up and ask her to come help you close shop because I’m done!”

You pushed open the kitchen door, quickly moving to grab your purse and coat as you swiftly left Onigiri Miya. Osamu stood still as a statue, his mind flooded with guilt as the words he had spoken to you rang over and over in his mind. He snapped from his stunned state, running to the door as he made his way outside to try and catch you.

“YN!! YN!” He shouted, the streets flooded with people as he looked all around for you, only you weren’t answering him, you weren’t there.

You cried as you walked to the train station, your vision blurred from the mascara that flooded your eyes and cheeks. You sat down on the train, pulling your phone out and calling Atsumu.

Your relationship with Atsumu had been relatively strong since he visited his brother's restaurant often with his teammates. You valued Atsumu’s opinion no matter how idiotic it might be at times. The phone rang as you waited for the star setter to answer his phone.

“Hey YN, what’s up?” Atsumu cheered as your voice broke, and you started crying harder.

“A-Atsumu,” you agonized over the phone as the atmosphere of your phone call suddenly changed.

“YN! What the hell? Are you ok? Where’s Osamu?!” He shouted as you began crying harder, surely clearing the entire train car with your blubbering.

“I-I think Osamu is still in love with Amy!” You cried harder, a sigh escaping Atsumu before he spoke.

“Trouble in paradise? I always told you that you were too good for him Yn, but I’m confused, why do you think he’s still in love with that squealing pig? She left him!”

“He-he told me that I’m not as good as she was and that-that I’m not supportive like she w-was,” you responded, snot now running down your nose as you wiped it on your coat sleeve, not even caring how you looked.

“YN, Samu can be a jerk sometimes, trust me but he loves you. There’s no way he would go back to Amy after all the shit you do for him.”

“Well, he never acknowledges all the help I give him, nor does he ever say thank you!” You shouted back as Atsumu sighed again, rubbing his temple.

“Samu adores you YN and he always brags to me how you come after work to help him and how you stay super late just to make sure he gets out at a decent time. He really does appreciate you Yn,” Atsumu countered as you rolled your eyes, frowning angrily that Osamu bragged to everyone about how you helped him but yet never seemed able to spare a single word of appreciation.

“Yeah, well now he’s going to have to figure it out himself because I’m done! And don’t try to talk me out of it Atsumu, your brother is such a fucking asshole!”

“Hey Yn, you ain’t telling me anything new. I’ve been telling people he’s an asshole for 20 some years!”

You talked with Atsumu for a few more minutes before arriving at your home station. You bid him a farewell as you made your way home, swinging by the connivence store to grab booze and drink snacks to drown your sorrows.

Osamu locked up his shop, his mind elsewhere as he made his way back to his apartment. He had been on autopilot since you’d run out, the words he spoke continuously looping in his mind. How could he have said those things? He no longer harbored any feelings for Amy and hadn’t for a long time. He knew shortly after he met you that you were the one for him. You were just as devoted to his dream as he was, and you were always so happy to help him in any way you could.

His phone rang as he entered his apartment. He was hoping it was you but instead he was greeted by the annoying picture of his twin brother flashing on the screen.

“What?” Osamu growled, answering his phone as he heard a chuckle coming from the receiver.

“Messed up big time didn’t ya?” Atsumu laughed as Osamu grew more annoyed by the second.

“What the hell did you call for?” Osamu hissed back as Atsumu cleared his throat, his tone suddenly becoming serious.

“Just wondering how you're going to make it up to her. You really did it this time man. She called me completely heartbroken from the train station,” Atsumu responded as Osamu felt his chest tighten. Sure, he had felt like a jerk before but now he felt like a complete asshole.

“What do I do Sumu? I love her and I really fucked up this time. I brought up Amy which was a fucking low blow and I know it. Worst of all, YN is a million times more supportive than Amy ever was,” Osamu acknowledged, sitting on the stool at his kitchen counter.

“We’ll have you told Yn that?” Atsumu asked as Osamu played with a pen on the table.

“Told Yn what?”

“God you really are an idiot! And here everyone thought I was the stupid one! Have you told Yn how much you appreciate everything she does for you? How she comes after working all day to help you clean up? Or how she makes sure you get out at a decent time? Or even how she stands outside advertising your stupid new onigiri recipes that sometimes taste like absolute garbage?”

Osamu paused, looking up and staring at the picture of the two of you outside of Onigiri Miya. It was one of the first pictures you’d had taken together, and it was right after whirlwind sales day. His mind tried to recall all the times he had thanked you and all the things he had done to show his appreciation. His mind came up blank.

“Fuck! Fuck I haven’t even told her thank you once!” Osamu shouted, grabbing his keys and running from his apartment to the street below.

“Damn not even once Samu? And people say you’re the nice twin?”

“Shut up ya idiot!” Osamu snapped as Atsumu chuckled.

“Go make it up to your girl, ok? But remember who saved your relationship! I want an Onigiri named after me!”

Osamu ignore his brother as he quickly hung up the phone and ran to the station, tapping his feet as he waited for the train to arrive. Thankfully it wasn’t busy as he boarded and waited for your stop.

He ran from the train, booking it across the city as he made his way to your apartment. He took the steps two at a time as he pounded on your door, out of breath as he waited for your answer.

The door opened slightly, your eyes narrowing on his as you slammed the door right in his stupidly handsome face. Alright he definitely deserved that.

“YN please! Please baby- please just listen to me. I know you hate me, and you have every right too. I was a completely selfish jerk, and I said some awful things to you. I’ve taken advantage of all your help and kindness, and I haven’t even bothered to once acknowledge it. The truth is that you’ve done way more for me than anyone ever has, even Atsumu. You loved and supported me and never once complained about it,” he breathed out, tears welling in his eyes as he continues,” I know I don’t deserve you YN but please just know that I love you and I wouldn’t be where I am today without you.”

Behind the door, your eyes flooded with tears again as you listened to his words. You loved Osamu more than anything and while his words stung, you knew he said them out of anger. While it still didn’t make it right, he had come all this way to apologize so the least you could do was hear him out. You turned around, opening the door as you peeked at him, his beautiful eyes meeting yours.

“What you said hurt Samu. It gutted me when you brought her up,” you cried as Osamu deflated. He knew what he said stung. He hadn’t met for his anger to get out of control like that. He knew he had to fix this.

“I’m so incredibly sorry for bringing her up Yn. I don’t have any excuse for what I said. Amy never gave me what you give me. She never supported my dream like you do and that’s why I love you so much Yn. You’re it for me,” he whispered as your eyes again flooded with tears and you opened the door, pulling him into an embrace.

“I love you too Samu and I’ve only ever wanted to see you happy. I love helping you and I don’t need praise all the time but sometimes it would be nice,” you responded as he pulled you in right, holding you close as if you would disappear if he were to let go.

“I can do that Yn, I can definitely do that.”

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euphoricimagination · 2 years

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𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖

Feat. Suna & Osamu

Suna

You were watching the match of your boyfriend alongside Atsumu. Seeing Suna play always brought a smile to your face because no matter how much he says it isn’t a big deal, you can see a glint of excitement whenever he blocks someone, especially if it’s his old teammates like Aran now.

When they were in a timeout you notice a girl that you never seen before, probably one of the new staff that they were looking for. However, you can’t help to notice that she pays a little more attention to Suna, how she barely looks at the others only looking at him. Suna doesn’t pay any attention to her, not more than necessary at least, but that still didn’t stop her.

“Oi, is that a new manager? I don’t remember seeing her before” you asked Atsumu

“Yeah, I think her first game was recently, in that game that you couldn’t attend” he answers back, knowing how perceptive he is, he probably knows what you are thinking “She´s always on Sunarins back, no matter how much he shakes her off she just doesn’t stop”

After the game finished, you go and wait for him near the changing rooms, Atsumu leaving to prepare for his game later on. While waiting you see the new manager coming out of a room, immediately looking at you. “Hi, you’re Suna-san girlfriend right?” she asks you overly innocent

“That’s me” you smile to her

“He said something about it” says rolling her eyes before smiling creepily “You know, he deserves someone that supports him, you barely have come to see him”

“I have been on plenty of his games...” you were going to add something else when you saw Suna coming out of the locker, frown appearing when he heard what she said next

“Don’t worry though, he has plenty of support, I’m her work girlfriend anyway”

“Ew, I’ve told you to stop with that bullshit” Suna says passing his arm over your shoulders with a quick kiss on your temple “I'm getting really tired with you”

Her eyes widen at his words, slight panic on them “Come on Suna-san, it was a joke”. You can feel your boyfriend get angrier, so you hug his waist in hopes he calms down.

“Jokes are meant to be funny... Look, I'm giving you one more chance, next time you flirt with me or I hear that you say something to my partner, I'll talk to the coach and you won't work here anymore. Now leave”

After she left, not before muttering many apologies, Suna turns you and takes your face in his hands “I’m sorry for that bunny”

“It's okay, it's not like you can do much more” you pass your arms through his neck to play with the hair on his neck. From the corner of your eyes you can see the girl sneakily looking at you two while being scolded by the coach, so you pull Suna closer to kiss him rather passionately.

“In case she doesn’t get the memo that you’re mine” you say when you pull apart, he looks at you with a little smirk, which just grew when you said that.

Osamu

It was a normal day in Onigiri Miya when you entered the store. You normally like to wait for him to finish, and he likes having you there so it´s a win-win situation.

A few weeks ago, Osamu hired a new assistant to help him to attend customers, for the most part she was really friendly, but there was something in the way she looks at your boyfriend. You decided to ignore those thoughts, there was no reason for you to think that just yet. Until today.

Today was a slow day in the store, there was only an elderly couple eating there when you arrived, making the bell of the door sound even louder.

“Welcome to Onigiri Mi- Oh, it´s you” the girl looks up from her phone, a little disdain in her voice for the last sentence. Lately, every time Osamu wasn’t there, her attitude changes a little. Either the girl didn't know you were dating or she was just ignoring it.

“Its me. Can I have my usual please?” you tried to act like normal, there's no point in being mean.

“Sure, go to your sit or whatever” says rolling her eyes. Your boyfriend comes out of the storage room soon after, but before he could look away from the task, you faintly hear a whine “Osamu-saan, can you help me out please?”

“Sure...” answers your boyfriend visibly confused. Through the whole process the girl was flirting with him, holding his arm, complimenting him left and right; all while stealing glances at you with a satisfied grin. Osamu shook her off every time, annoyed.

“So, number 4? Wait, Yn's here? You're supposed to tell me when she arrives” he takes the plate walking towards you, rolling his eyes “Sorry sweetheart, I don't know what's with her”

“It's okay, I think she likes you” you joked when he sat down in front of you.

He sighs in defeat, he really needed someone to help him, reason why he hired her in the first place, but it was getting out of control “I'll fire her”. He watched as you look at him with a cute confusion, ready to protest once you finish the food in your mouth, so he continues his thoughts “She always acted a bit weird, but it's getting bolder and it's making me uncomfortable. She's not that good anyway”

You two continue talking for a few more minutes before another person comes in, making him stand up to attend him. You can see that while preparing the order Osamu was talking to the girl, making her look guiltily at him. You don’t really know if he will really fire her or not, but her look its almost apologetic when she brings you some mochis. You didn’t order those, and by the look on your boyfriend face, he didn’t either.

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thepaperpanda · 7 months

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Warnings: dry humping, post-timeskip Atsumu

Synopsis: you boldly take the initial stride, enlisting the help of Atsumu to satiate your desires

Author: @doumadono

A/N: hi, folks, here we go again! This marks my second foray into the Kinktober '23 Collaboration, and guess what? It's my debut in the world of Haikyuu! Brace yourselves, 'cause I'm about to knock it out of the park – hope you're ready to enjoy the ride! 🙌😏 Today's prompt: dry humping

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You adored weekends. It was that special time of the week when Atsumu was mostly at home, except for the occasional matches or training sessions. During these weekends together, you both enjoyed indulging in various activities, not necessarily something overly engaging. Sometimes, it was as simple as a quiet book reading session. Atsumu with his favorite book and you with yours, cuddled together on the couch, sipping on warm beverages.

That day had begun innocently enough, both of you enjoying a rare lazy day at home, free from Atsumu's usual training commitments. As you lounged together, engrossed in your books, you nonchalantly threw your legs over his lap.

Atsumu's hand found its place on your thigh, just above your knee, his thumb caressing the soft fabric of your cotton leggings in a mesmerizing rhythm. While he continued to delve into the dense criminal book before him, you found it increasingly challenging to concentrate on your psychological thriller while you felt the warmth of his hand on you. Oh, your boyfriend had an effect on you, there was no doubt.

The decision to take your relationship slow had seemed logical at the time, but now, with the seemingly innocent touch sending electrifying sensations through your spine and directly to your core, you couldn't recall the rationale behind it. Yet, you started to realize that you yearned for Atsumu and his touch. The desperation had grown to the point where you were on the verge of breaking your own rules.

You resisted for a few minutes before impulsively taking the book from his hands. Straddling him, you cupped his handsome face with your palms, initiating a slow, deep kiss that ignited a passionate blaze between you. Atsumu's hands traveled to your hips, and his touch traced the length of your spine through the soft shirt you wore. The electric current that had begun with the touch of his thumb on your thigh now surged between you, filling the air with palpable desire as your kisses grew increasingly fervent.

His grip on your hips urging you both closer until you could practically feel the heat radiating from each other's centers made you gasp deeply. He moaned into the kiss and pulled your lip between his bottom teeth, sucking on it.

Gently tugging at the short, dark hair at the nape of his neck, you exposed his throat and began a series of open-mouthed kisses along it, leaving a small mark where you could feel his pulse quickening. Your fingers moved stealthily, sliding up to pull his t-shirt up, allowing your hands to explore the soft skin of his torso. It was a mutual decision to shift positions during this intimate encounter, and as you gazed into his large, brown eyes, you couldn't help but grin. You adjusted your hips so that his crotch was nestled between your legs, and when you rolled your pelvis experimentally, both of you couldn't contain your moans.

Your breaths were becoming increasingly ragged, and you were acutely aware of his fascinated gaze as you moved together. "Oh, Atsumu, you’re so good to me, baby...."

Atsumu didn't stop you; in fact, he supported himself with one foot on the floor, giving you a more stable surface to grind against. Leaning in so close that his nose was buried in your hair and his lips brushed against your ear. He ran the ip of his tongue on his bottom lip, and whispered, "Will you cum for me, Y/N?"

A needy whine escaped your lips, and you nodded vigorously, arching your body to press even closer to him, craving more of the delicious friction between your thighs. "Y-yeah, yes, I'll, oh God..."

Atsumu maintained his firm stance, propped up on his elbow while skillfully keeping your hands at bay. The tantalizing friction of his rock-hard cock against your clit sent waves of pleasure rippling through you, even through the thin layers of clothing that separated your bodies. Your impending climax simmered powerfully and achingly low between your thighs. Lost in the rhythm of your movements against him, it took you a moment to realize you had been moaning his name, desperately entreating him for release. "Oh, Atsumu, baby, yes, yes, you feel so good….”

His wicked chuckle, delivered right against your ear, caused your core to spasm and throb around emptiness, your orgasm tantalizingly close. "Oh, babygirl, holy hell, you’re hot.”

As you let out a soft, almost incoherent whimper, his fingers traced a tantalizing path along the curve of your hip, slipping into the dip at your waist and then up over your ribs to gently cup your breast. His thumb grazed your nipple through your shirt ever so delicately, and a shiver of pleasure coursed through you. He continued to caress the pebbled nub with a rhythmic motion, lifting his head from your neck to gaze at you intently. His lips brushed yours in a fleeting kiss, more like a whisper, as he murmured, "Cum for me, babygirl, I know you can."

In response, a moan escaped your lips, a sound that even to your own ears, sounded raw and desperate. You nodded fervently, your body writhing against his, your hands finding their way to his hair and face as he finally released them. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

Atsumu had leaned back slightly to observe your expressions, and the look of wonder in his eyes filled you with gratitude as your orgasm washed over you, forcing your eyes shut as you quivered against him.

He held you tenderly as you rode out the waves of pleasure, only shifting to cuddle you when your breathing steadied, and your eyes fluttered open.

You could feel his presence against your pussy still but he was only half-hard now, the bulge in his sweatpants barely visible. "I love you, Atsumu," you whined, nuzzling him.

“And I love you too, my wild babygirl.”

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the-travelling-witch · 6 months

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𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐦: 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

pairing: suna x reader

prompt: corn maze

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“Let’s face it: We’re lost.”

Flicking the leaf blade of a corn plant that looked exactly like every other plant around, you huffed in frustration. The falling night made it even harder to discern whether it was the same stone you had come by for the nth time already or a new one. By now you were sure, you and your boyfriend were the last idiots wandering through this corn maze.

“I’d like to remind you that this was your idea, by the way,” you grumbled, not actually all that mad.

“And you were the one who said ‘Oh, let’s do something cute and coupley this Halloween!’, if I may remind you,” Suna retorted, throwing pieces of corn at you. He seemed far less concerned than you, as calm and collected as ever. “Plus, you agreed rather enthusiastically when I brought it up.”

“Well that was before we’ve been walking in circles for hours. It’s gonna get cold soon, too,” you defended yourself. To emphasise your point, you rubbed your hands up and down your arms.

“Here.” Suna was already shrugging off his own jacket and draping it around you, fastening it in the front. Immediately, his warmth still radiating from the material made you feel better and you sighed contently. Your boyfriend had the audacity to laugh at you, pulling a leaf out of your hair. “How lucky you are to have a boyfriend who dresses warm enough for both of you.”

“Yes yes, you’re the best or whatever,” you rolled your eyes, then sidled up to him and slipped your hand into his calloused one, blatantly ignoring his amused snort. “About getting out of here though, if you’re now also packing something like a map–”

“Yeah no, I’m not,” your boyfriend shattered your hopes. Holding up his phone to show the endlessly loading map, he added. “I also don’t have reception.”

“I can’t believe it, we’re going to die in a corn maze. That’s not how I wanted to go out,” you joked. Turning both ways again, you tried to recall if you had seen this place before. “But seriously, what are we going to do? Even you are losing in height to a stupid plant… Try jumping though?”

“Absolutely not,” Suna deadpanned. He started moving again, tugging you along. “You know, our high school volleyball team used to do this, too. Do you know how easy it is to get lost in a maze when you have the twins with you?”

“I can imagine,” you snorted, the thought of Atsumu and Osamu bickering endlessly the entire way cheering you up. “I’m sure Kita handled it though.”

“Yeah, his sense of direction is freakish,” the middle blocker said. Taking another right, you followed him. “I’m still pretty sure he’s a robot or something.”

“Can’t blame you, someone should study him,” you agreed. All the times you had met the former captain you had failed to point out a single flaw, so you supported that theory whole-heartedly. “But I don’t think anyone else could’ve handled that team. You guys always had a knack for causing trouble.”

“Hey now, don’t lump me in with the rest of them,” Suna purposefully tugged at your intertwined hands, so you’d stumble right into him, disproving the point he was trying to make. “I never was a troublemaker.”

“‘Course not. You only filmed all of it,” you shook your head at him in amusement. By now you had figured out his strategy. You had been sticking to the right side of the maze this entire time and in the distance you saw the lights of the maze’s end.

“See, that wasn’t so hard. No need to write out your testimony,” Suna one-sidedly grinned at you.

“If it was so easy, why didn’t you just do it sooner?” You stared back, unimpressed.

“Where would be the fun in that, babe?” By now his smirk had widened and he wrapped a strong arm around your middle to pull you flush with his chest and you let him. “Anyway, don’t you think I deserve some kind of reward for saving you from dying in a corn maze?”

“You are the worst, Suna Rintarou,” you laughed but still took his face between your hands and pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek, lingering a little longer than necessary. “There, happy now?”

“Hmmm, is that really all I get? I mean we’re talking about your life here…” Sharp olive eyes were looking at you expectantly and your heart, the traitor, melted at the sight.

“How corny,” you mused before leaning in and connecting your lips.

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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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luvingtsumu · 1 month

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( MIYA OSAMU X FEM!READER )

atsumu was the worst boyfriend, he barely had any time for you and you felt neglected for that. or well, that was until you met his twin and you realized you definitely got the wrong twin.

content— smut, infidelity, timeskip!osamu, mirror sex (just at the end), vaginal fingering, vaginal penetration, praise.

author’s note— english is not my first language.

Atsumu wasn’t the best boyfriend you could’ve ask for. Ever since he started his career as a professional volleyball player, he had been neglecting the relationship you two had. He never had time to go on dates, he never really showed that he cared about you, and he would’ve forgotten your birthday if it wasn’t because Osamu mentioned getting you a cake.

He always wanted to fight about everything, and if you ever mentioned that he never had time for you, he would blow up saying that you didn’t support him on his career.

You would’ve felt lonely, but Osamu was there.

And he never failed to give you the attention Atsumu didn’t gave you.

Your hand gripped his hair as he sucked your clit, he was on his knees in front of you, your legs resting on his shoulders. Your legs wanted to close from the sensation, but he kept them open with his hands on your thighs, making sure you wouldn’t resist his skilled tongue.

“Feels good, right?” he said, raising his head to look up at you, you nodded as his fingers taunted your entrance “Since when does my brother doesn’t make ya feel like this?” he said as he slid one finger inside of you.

You mumbled something that he couldn’t quite hear as a whimper escaped your lips, feeling weak as he added another finger.

“What?” he smirked, slightly his head tilting, pleased by your reaction.

“J-just like that…” you moaned, biting your lip.

His fingers curled and they started pumping inside of you. His other hand kept your legs open as he leaned down to suck your clit. His tongue licked your dripping cunt as his fingers kept their rhythm inside of you.

It wasn’t the first time he did it, and certainly not the last one; but he always managed to get your legs weak, and he always bragged about how he had you cumming in minutes.

He was right.

“Fuck. ‘samu, I’m right there.” you moaned, panting.

“Yeah? Cum for me, sweetheart.” he said, rubbing your clit with his thumb as he kept his eyes on you.

You kept your eyes closed as a whimper escaped your throat, the overwhelming sensation formed a knot on your stomach as you reached your climax.

A cried escaped your lips as you came all over his fingers, opening your eyes to see a cocky smile on his lips.

“There ya go, good girl.” he said, pulling his fingers out, licking them clean before he got up.

“I don’t understand why ‘tsumu doesn’t pay attention to ya, if ya look the prettiest cryin’ like this.” he said, wiping away the tears that formed on the corner of your eyes.

“He loves volleyball more than me.” a broken chuckle escaped your lips.

Osamu scoffed as he grabbed your hips, rearranging you in bed “I wouldn’t treat ya like that, y’know? My first option would always be ya.”

He took off his belt and then his pants, the pre-cum stain was very visible, just as his throbbing cock. He took off his boxers and started stroking his cock a few times before putting on a condom.

“I’d give ya the whole world.” he said, slapping your pussy with his cock, a smile formed on his lips as he grabbed your chin, making direct eye contact with you “Ya look gorgeous like this.”

Before your brain even processed his words, his cock was already going inside of you, a small groan escaping his lips. He leaned down and captured your lips in a sweet kiss as he started thrusting inside of you.

You couldn’t be more grateful with Atsumu for leading you to his brother.

Osamu was sweet, and you still remembered the first time you two fucked after you complained with tears in your eyes how Atsumu was an idiot to you. That night he made you cum more times than Atsumu ever did.

“How could he not want ya when— mgh.” Osamu’s breath was short and rapid as he felt your walls squeezing him “When yer this good.”

He continued thrusting inside of you, wrapping his arms around your back to hold you close, planting kisses on your jaw, murmuring praises to your ear that you couldn’t quite hear because of how lost you were in the sensation.

Osamu made you feel wanted —in a way. He pushed inside of you as if you were everything, he had passion in his eyes and his way of doing things was so different from Atsumu.

He wasn’t only fucking you, he was there them you needed him the most, he defended you when Atsumu didn’t, and he was more present than the blonde ever was. You felt guilty, you didn’t want to make the twins get into a fight, but did Atsumu even cared about you? Would he care if you broke up with him and then started dating his twin? It would probably just hurt his ego.

“I wish ya could see yer face right now.” he said, thrusting even faster inside of you, but never missing the spot where you needed him the most “So damn pretty takin’ my cock.”

You raised your head to look at him, your pretty eyes looking back at him so sweetly, drunk on his cock.

“Wait…” he took a deep breath “Ya can.”

In a swift movement he moved you so you’d be facing the wall mirror, he started thrusting inside of you from behind once again as he leaned on your back, gently grabbing your chin.

“Look at ya.” a smile appeared on his lips as he kept moaning, making sure your eyes were on your reflection on the mirror the whole time “Fuck, you’re so pretty, ‘m gonna cum.”

He moved his hand to your throat, leaning down to kiss the back of your neck. Your mouth hang open as his other hand wrapped around your hips to reach for your clit, rubbing it as he fasted his movements.

“Cum with me, alright, sweetheart?” he gulped, you nodded frenetically as you felt your orgasm building.

You came on his cock letting out a loud groan, his eyes shut down as he came too, his head falling on your shoulder as he panted.

He leaved soft kisses on your neck as he mumbled stuff that wasn’t for your ears.

He pulled out and took off the condom, gulping as he grabbed your chin “Open.”

You obeyed, your mouth opened and you stuck your tongue out, he pushed all the cum down the condom squeezing it with his fingers, depositing all his cum in your tongue.

“Come on, swallow it, gorgeous.” he smiled and brushed some hair off your face as you swallowed his seed “Good girl.”

He leaned down and kissed your forehead as he caressed your cheek with his thumb.

“Now let me take care of ya, sweetheart.”

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omgjumin · 2 years

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10:59pm ☆ miya atsumu

you knew from the way your boyfriend quickly slammed the door shut behind him, he was angry. it wasn't often that atsumu came home angry. but instead he came home disappointed. atsumu would be quite disappointed in himself that he didn't work hard enough to score the winning point. but as soon as the next morning rolled in, he'd be passionate to practice and practice till he perfected what he messed up in the previous game.

but now with the sheer amount of anger you could feel radiating off of atsumu, you halted everything you were doing at the moment. even the smallest things could set him off.

"baby, are you okay? what's wrong?" you hesitantly spoke out, your footsteps slowly approaching where he stood. his furious brown eyes met yours before quickly looking away. "talk to me please." you wanted to reach out your hand and hold him in your arms because some days that's exactly what atsumu needed. but as soon as your fingers even dared to inch closer to him, atsumu stepped backwards. "did your game go badly?" you questioned, your voice faltered as you did so but you wished that it went unnoticed. "you'd know if you went." you so desperately wanted to scoff. atsumu knew you couldn't make it because you had work so why is he blaming you now? he had a rough day, you should understand so you took a step back, further increasing the space in between you.

"i had work tsumu, i'm sorry i missed it but i'll be sure to make it to your next one, okay?" you never knew that one promise could set him off but it did. "you fuckin' said that last time, now here we are. it feels great to see you don't care." atsumu knew that if you could drop everything to support him, you without a doubt would, but after being let down twice, he couldn't help but express his disappointment towards you. sure, samu was there, supporting atsumu like he always does. but not having you, you were his lucky charm. maybe that was the reason he lost. maybe he should stop placing his faith in you to show up. or at all. "god, you're so annoying." atsumu whispered as if he didn't want anyone to hear. but with the sheer amount of distance between you, you had heard it. "what?"

atsumu peers over your shoulder, his eyes avoiding yours like you weren't anything important. you froze, your hands rolled stiffly into fists, the heated air feels like it could cut through ice, as you stood there. surely you and atsumu have been in plenty of small fights but they were just that, a small one. yet not once had atsumu called you annoying. your eyes quickly dropped down to the floor before turning away and walking towards the guest bedroom.

"don't, miya." atsumu was sure that then he could feel thousands of volleyballs slamming against his chest as he heard his last name fall from your mouth. his throat squeezed tightly, suddenly feeling parched from the dry and cold atmosphere between you. his hand from where it was reaching out to you, falling sadly to his side. "look, i-" you turned your shoulder, your eyes catching a glimpse of atsumu. "i'm so sorry, baby, please don't shut me out." you had to scoff at him, the mere irony of his own sentence, but you chose not to. your hands slowly unfolded, your palms were clammy from how you were intensely holding them close. "but you can shut me out?"

atsumu takes one step closer to you before taking a deep breath. "no, shit, i know i did, but," you really couldn't handle the awkward tension in the air but avoiding it would only make it worse. "but i hate being angry. and i'd hate it even more when you're angry at me too." it didn't take much to fully face atsumu but with the two heavy weights on your shoulders, anger and avoidance, it took much longer than it should've. "i'm not angry with you atsumu."

"please call me tsumu." he cringed at the way his full name came out once again. he begged for you to use the nickname you've always used for him. "next time this happens, i am going to keep walking." atsumu nodded quickly, his hands finding their place in yours. "now tsumu, tell me what happened? i'm here to listen.

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leahrintarou · 7 months

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🎃 Atsumu Miya - Snowballing

Warnings: blow job, sleepy atsumu and y/n, cum eating, snowballing ofc, make out sesh. Word Count: 1.1k

"tsumuuu" y/n almost whined when the blonde pulled the covers of their shared comforter over his head. "y/n, it's too late for that. I'm tired and I know you are too" he sighed, voice a bit muffled by the barrier of fabric. She quieted down and atsumu soon began to doze off at the silence. The imprint of his body was seen under the comforter and that very imprint also revealed the rising tent between atsumu's thighs. The tent that he so desperately tried to ignore. It's not that he wouldn't appreciate y/n's help, but it was already midnight and he knew that she was tired and so was he. The only thing giving her energy was the lack thereof.

Soft snores left his frame and y/n tiredly palmed his erection, gently rubbing the area as he grew more aroused under her touch. Atsumu let out a small whimper at the friction against his prolonged and now sensitive erection. Eye's fluttering open, he examined the view before him. y/n sitting on her knees as she caressed his growing tent under the fabric of the comforter. "w-what are you doing? I said to go to sleep." he tries to scold her for her disobedience. Trying to remind her of her place, but his voice faltered against his will. "I wanna taste you tsumu.."

Y/n's fatigue was so evident in her behavior. She sounded desperate almost--tears pricking her eye's as they threatened to fall if the another 'no' would be said to her. "please?" She pleas, making atsumu let out a groan when she began to tug on the comforter, leaving him exposed to the cool air as his only source of coverage were his restraining briefs. "fine, but you're going to sleep after." He says, a strain in his voice as he tried to keep a sturdy tone. She hummed at his words, leaning closer to his abdomen to pull down his undergarment by the elastic waistband.

y/n gently gripped atsumu's member, giving it a small experimental squeeze as he groaned. Licking a small stripe to the tip, he called out a warning "hey." signifying for y/n to not partake in any sneaky teasing this time. She frowned at this new rule of his but had no choice but to follow it since breaking the rules meant punishment and right now, she didn't know what her boyfriend could have in mind for her on this particular night where irritation filled his veins. y/n parted her lips, allowing her tongue to smoothly lick the underside of his member as she made her way down his length.

Atsumu let out a strained moan, throwing his head back into the pillow as the overwhelming sensation had an effect on him that was heavier than usual. He blames his exhaustion for making him more vulnerable on this very night. the fact that he has no energy to try and toughen through this moment only made him a bit more irritated at y/n. He gave into her desperate need for the sake of getting some rest, so he decided he'd give her what she'd been begging him for since they's gotten home around two and a half hours ago.

Reaching in front of himself, atsumu placed a sturdy palm to y/n's nape, forcing her to take in more of his length with a sudden shove. He was trying to make this experience a lesson learned for y/n, but when he himself let out a low moan from the small gag that erupted from her throat, he felt all but satisfied since his plan sort of backfired. y/n looked up at him from her position, tears pricking her eye's at the strain. "fuck--" he groaned at the sight, forcing himself to not come undone so soon.

Pulling back his arm to support himself to a sitting-up position, atsumu let out a string of pants and swears when y/n used her freehand to grasp the base of his member, stroking his length as she sped up her movements. "I'm close, n/n.." he warned, panic rising in his chest when she didn’t remove her mouth from his painfully hard erection. He was sensitive and y/n somehow figured that out since she slowed down just a bit to toy with the tip of his member with her tongue.

"pretty, I'm gonna cum-" he warned her once more as his moans grew in pitch. She always removed her mouth from him when he was close to his high. However, it was different this time. His hips bucked upwards and y/n kept her lips wrapped around the tip of his member as spurts of arousal flowed onto her tongue. Atsumu's palm covers his mouth and nose as he tried to hide his flushed cheeks from y/n's surprising actions. He watched as she removed herself from him, lips pursed as she held the warm liquid in her mouth. Droplets of it spilled from the corners of her lips and when atsumu didn’t see her swallow it, his eyes widened when she brought her face closer to his.

"really, n/n?" Atsumu removed his hand from his face, gently gripping y/n's jaw instead as he pulled her closer to him, "that's fuckin' disgusting" he said, trying to hide his smug smirk. lips latching onto one another, y/n's tongue allowed his arousal to make its way into their shared kiss. She moaned when his grip on her jaw tightened just a bit more. The action allowed her to open her mouth just a bit wider as she unknowingly made an opening for atsumu's own tongue to toy with her own. He panted into their kiss, still trying to collect himself after his recent high.

It was sloppy. Probably the sloppiest kiss and make out session that they'd ever had. Atsumu hated how he wasn’t even the slightest bit disgusted of tasting his own arousal from the tongue of y/n. Maybe it was the exhaustion and he'd regret it in the morning or maybe it was the fact that y/n made him realize many things that he would never even think about doing with anyone else. He moaned into the kiss when y/n's palm slid down his abdomen to teasingly graze over his softening member. "hey, enough" he said, eyes lowering just a bit.

He tiled her chin up, pulling away from the kiss before mumbling a soft "swallow". y/n did just that as atsumu used his thumb to swipe away the rest that remained on her chin, smearing it onto her bottom lip. Her eye's drooped from fatigue as atsumu gave a small peck to her lips, aiding her to lay her head down onto the pillow. He pulled his briefs back up to its former state on his body as he tugged y/n by her waist to be closer to his chest.

"you tired yourself out, so I'll give you your fair share in the morning, okay?"

DAY TWOOO!! hope you enjoyed :) leave a note to support! it's greatly appreciated :p

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