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choose your twin: atsumu miya

pairing: atsumu miya x reader

warnings: relationship issues and nsfw implied.

a/n: finally, the collab is out!!! thank you carrie for doing this with me I HAD THE TIME OF MY LIFE WRITING THIS GOD,,, bruh, this is my masterpiece, i love it sm KJAKSJJASKJ i hope y’all enjoy this!!!! i want to thank my wife who doesnt have tumblr for helping me w this,,, shes the loml and the BEST beta reader i could ask for... tHANK YOU BABY

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀YOUR CURRENT PICK: ATSUMU MIYA

“i know you’re tired of dating apps for college students!” you growled at the comment, exhausted.

“and this isn't the typical matching you do to me when i am lonely?” you questioned, bokuto raised his eyebrows.

“shut up, y/n, you know what i mean.” rolling your eyes, you covered yourself with the biggest blanket in the bed.

“since i broke up with my ex, you and akaashi have tried to set me up too many times, i don't know what to believe anymore.” you groaned.

“y/n you know you are such a good girl, that’s why this guy it's the one.” he said confidently.

“you’re not allowed to call me good girl, you’re gross,” he gasped and you scoffed, “and how do you know that he is the one? are you… god?”

he groaned loudly, “god, shut the fuck up, i’m right you’re wrong.”

“you always say that, and you are always mistaken.” you pouted at him and closed your eyes, drifting to sleep ignoring the rest of bokuto’s words.

…

osamu groaned, “yer’ such a pain in the ass, ‘tsumu.”

atsumu chuckled, looking at his body up and down on the large mirror he had on the back of the door of his room. the shirt he was wearing was kind of tight, showing clearly how his every day work-out performed wonders on his upper body. his gaze lowered to his pants, he wasn't sure if wearing those dirty ass sweatpants was the optimal choice, he didn't know if his date was as judgemental as he was, so changing pants was probably the best choice. on his way to his closet, he saw how osamu was scrolling quickly on his phone, paying zero attention to him.

“you’re not helping me today, whatcha’ doing there?” osamu looked at him with disgust, atsumu raised his eyebrows. “why are you looking at me like that?”

“you better not fuck this date up, ‘tsumu.”

“do you happen to know something i don't?”

“yeah, like always.” both glared at each other throwing silent knives.

atsumu finally dressed himself nicely, and osamu didn’t add any other snarky comment for the rest of the morning, letting atsumu breathe peacefully for a few hours. The time for the date was approaching very fast, the weight of his brother's words was making him more nervous every minute that passed by. osamu was supposed to drive him to the place he would meet up with the unknown girl, but he bailed at the last second making him walk there, while claiming that he was the better twin because he had a driver’s license.

his heart was pounding untypically, he was always amazed by how his good looks worked on the female population, but being lowkey threatened by his own brother about going on a date with a woman wasn’t something that always happened. osamu usually didn't care at all about his whole career he had created on his years of being a college student; dominating the feelings of women, wrapping them around his finger only to let them down at the end of the so-called ‘fling’, so his thoughts went to osamu and how he actually called him out about everything else.

people always thought the worst about him when he started a new fling, and usually people were right about it. atsumu had a bad history with women, they always expected more than he could give to them, so he acted like the asshole he was deep down and scared them away. so him agreeing to go on this blind date because his brother’s friend akaashi was involved, probably wasn't a good idea at all knowing akaashi and his friends.

while walking alone on the sidewalk, he was already feeling this date wasn't meant to be, as if he believed in something so foolish as destiny. the place he was set up for his blind date was a small coffee shop not so close to his shared apartment with osamu, but he could manage a thirty-minute walk by himself.

he sent a text to the number akaashi gave him, they weren't really that close, but osamu seemed to trust the guy a lot and at first sight, akaashi keiji looked like a good person overall, so atsumu could try and be nice for once, right?

a minute later, his phone vibrated.

strangerdanger: i’m already here!

atsumu groaned, he was already late.

…

you saw that the coffee shop had booths available as you entered the place, you thought about ordering your drink first, but that was kind of rude, so you decided to sit immediately on the booth that had the biggest window by it, just to have a clear sight of who entered and who was just passing by.

you arrived ten minutes early, wanting to be there first before your date made an appearance. he shooted you a text five minutes before the hour that was set, saying he was arriving soon and asking where you were.

y/n: i’m already here!

mr. loml: nice, i’m one block away.

y/n: okay! i’m sitting in the booth next to the big window.

you shivered, mixed feelings of being excited and already hating how he arrived just in time. you didn't know what you could expect from this blind date set up by the one and only bokuto koutarou, he said nothing about your date but mentioned how keiji was friends with a guy who had a twin, so you anticipated that maybe the twin mentioned was going to show up to the blind date. you shrugged, well, this was the last time you followed bokuto and akaashi’s words without asking anything else, that blind trust you had in them sometimes did you more wrong than right.

your eyes scanned the sidewalk in front of the coffee shop, waiting and feeling slightly anxious for someone to cross the street and suddenly appear in front of you. fidgeting with your fingers, you decided to concentrate on other things to soothe your nerves, thinking about how the coffee from the shop was excellent and akaashi told you only good things about it.

“hola?”

“excuse me?” you turned your head slowly to the voice by your side.

“are you my date?”

your jaw dropped, this man was hot, like, really hot.

“yes? i don't know, i guess?” atsumu raised an eyebrow, “which twin are you?”

he scoffed, “the better one.”

“uhm, okay.” this was an awkward start, “let’s order our drinks?”

he told you his coffee order and sat in front of you at the other side of the booth as you stood up and walked to the cashier.

atsumu watched you walk away from the table, staring at your ass for a few seconds. observing how you interacted with the barista taking the orders, how you smiled and made cute gestures with your hands when you talked, which by the way, looked very soft.

after you came back with the drinks and handed him his order you felt a little relieved, maybe now you could actually have a normal conversation and forget about that strange first interaction, first impressions weren’t that important… right?

you discovered that this guy was called ‘atsumu’ and he didn’t talk very fondly about his twin, ‘osamu’. he had dirty blond hair and an undercut that suited him very well, besides, you couldn’t help but look at his shirt, this dude crearly knew how to show off his body, it was a little tight so you could actually see his abs.

he caught you staring at his body and smirked. “do you like what you’re seeing?” your gaze snapped from his lower stomach to his face, you could feel your cheeks getting red and hot. “i’m joking, i know you like it.”

this was another thing that you learned while talking to him, he was a little bit of an asshole. he loved talking about himself and teasing other people.

“yeah sure, you wish.” what he didn’t know was that you could also be like that when you wanted to.

“wow” atsumu was surprised that he was actually having fun on a blind date.

“what?”

“women are not funny.” you stared at him, shocked, and then proceeded to stab his hand with your plastic fork.

“it was a joke!” he rubbed his injured hand.

you chuckled, atsumu could be annoying at times, but you found that kind of charming in a way.

atsumu talked and talked about his time spent in highschool playing volleyball and how his twin brother was the most annoying person on the planet but he loved him anyway. you found yourself staring at him with heart eyes while he ranted on bizarre moments of his life and described the fight he had with his brother about hair colors so other people could distinguish them from each other. you tried to imagine atsumu with grey hair to get a picture of osamu in your head, feeling kind of dumb.

“osamu seems nice, can i meet him?” atsumu’s face suddenly changed and he looked annoyed.

“why?”

“he sounds like the better looking twin.” he gasped and put a hand on his chest dramatically, feeling slightly offended.

“he was the one who set me up with you, so i don’t think you have a chance with him.” he crossed his arms, looking away.

“i just wanted to meet him, not date him.” you snickered, seeing how his face turned pink but his face changed immediately to a cocky smirk.

“oh, so, you want to date me?”

“dude, we are on date right now.”

“nah, sorry, i don’t do dating” that took you for surprise, you blinked dumbfoundedly.

“then why are you here?”

atsumu went on a rant about his love life, how people always expected a lot from him when he dated, wanting him to commit immediately to a relationship when he just wanted to have fun. so, that lowkey sparked a fear of commitment when it came to dating, that's why every time he met a girl he tried to be as clear as possible, stating that he didn’t want to have a full-on relationship with her, it was just a one night stand after all. but the girls, god, the girls seemed to have a fixation on him, every morning after a hook-up the girl would always ask him for a date or more than that, so he ended up being known as a heartbreaker and an asshole to the female population. the whole time you were looking at his huge arms and didn't understand a thing… oops.

“...that's rough, buddy.” you couldn’t think about anything else to say, you didn’t sign up to give therapy to a stranger.

“were you even listening to me?”

“i tried at the beginning, but it was lowkey deep so…” he stared at you, dumbfoundedly, “what i did catch was some stuff about fear of commitment, so listen, i won’t pressure you to anything, i just want to have fun too.” you shrugged.

atsumu was speechless, but he tried to recover immediately and catch you off guard. “well then, your place or my place?”

“mine.” you didn’t even skip a beat, this was a game for two.

he was the one caught off guard.

...

he got pegged.

atsumu couldn’t believe it either, he just found himself on all fours on your bed, watching expectantly how you, well, did your thing behind him. he did everything in his power to not show how much he was enjoying the whole experience, but you knew by the way he was shuddering.

“you can shower if you want.” you said lazily from the bed. “there’s a clean towel behind the door.”

he nodded and silently walked to the bathroom, with mixed feelings flowing through his chest. he thought your shampoo smelled really nice as he cleaned himself in the shower.

he stepped out of the shower and dressed himself, when he came out of the bathroom you were already with your clothes on preparing yourself a sandwich on the kitchen counter.

without looking at him you said, “well, it was nice meeting you, please say thanks to osamu for setting us up.” he stood there and blinked, not sure about what to do next.

he tried to compose himself, only thinking of how he was getting kicked out, “i can’t do that, it would get to his head and he would never shut up about how great he is.” you chuckled.

“yeah sure, you know where the door is.” you patted his shoulder on your way back to the bedroom, disappearing after closing the door.

he stood there for a few seconds, then left.

…

blond twin: so, when are you free again?

y/n: huh?

blond twin: y’know, for a second date?

y/n: HUH? i thought you didn’t do dating

y/n: maybe you want to get pegged again?

blond twin: shut up

blond twin: so? time and place?

#atsumu #atsumu miya #haikyuu atsumu miya #haikyuu #hq #haikyuu!!#atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x female reader #my fics #collab

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excitedlysuffering · 4 years

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I was redirected by @mpregdanzo/cucktobirama lmao. I’m sorry for asking but she recommended you 💞 if possible could you do a scenario where Kakashi and his crush get drunk at a bar and end up hooking up. I’m a slut for all types of Fluffy NSFW 😏🤤

Inhibitions- Kakashi X Reader

I felt really bad having this in my drafts, knowing damn well I wasn’t going to be able to finish it :/ I have no talent at all in the way of smut so I’m posting this part since it came alright. Sorry for the long wait☹️

On a regular night, you wouldn’t even be in a twenty foot radius of a bar, and yet, a bar is where you found yourself, on your own even.

You chuckled humorlessly at the irony of your situation as you tossed back another shot of some unknown burning concoction you had purchased.

You didn’t know what it was, but it was sure doing it’s job. With every drink your feeling dulled into you only could concentrate on the drinks being placed in front of you.

“Another one, miss?” Your gaze lazily lifted up to the bartendar, who was already preparing another shot glass.

“No, she’s had enough.” You whipped around, your heart dropping at the familiar voice. “Kakashi? What’re you doing here?”

His eyes crinkled as he sat down, alluding to the smirk that was hiding under his mask. “It’s a public bar, I’m here for a drink.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to push away your growing feelings, but the alcohol sloshing around in your system made it that much harder.

“Why are you next to me?” He frowned. “You know why, (Y/N), we need to talk.” Those were the words you’d be dreading.

Ever since the silverette had overheard you talking to Kurenai about your feelings for him, you’d been avoiding him. You’d succeeded for all of two days, a disappointing feat, but a feat nonetheless.

“I’m not having this conversation drunk,” you muttered. He chuckled darkly. “At least I know you’ll finally tell the truth.”

You fixed him with what was supposed to be a harsh scowl, but the liquor dimmed it down to a withering stare.

“You already heard the truth, Kakashi.” Suddenly his face was centimeters from yours, startling you. With your reflexes significantly slower than usual, you hardly had time to react when his lips landed on yours.

“Then you don’t mind this, right?” He murmured seductively against your lips. You shoved your inhibitions away, throwing yourself into the kiss.

It would be nice while it lasted, wouldn’t it? As his hands roamed your waist, you figured the answer was yes.

You embraced the bruising kiss he gifted you with, not taking the time to wonder where this side of him was coming from.

“My place?” You nearly shuddered at his low, husky tone. “Let’s go-“ The words were hardly out of your mouth before he performed a shunshin, the two of you disappearing in a plume of smoke.

Before your hazy mind could process your surroundings, Kakashi’s hand was behind your neck, the other flipping on a light.

“W-wait! We didn’t pay!” His lust clouded gaze met yours. “That’s important right now?” You held back your aroused whimper at his dominant tone.

Before you could respond, you were falling down onto the bed, Kakashi hovering over you. His arms caged you in, as he carefully lowered his body onto yours.

You jolted at the feeling of open mouth kisses littering the exapanse of jaw and the column of your throat.

Your hands found his wild silver hair, pulling at the roots. You heard a soft moan escape at his lips, igniting a fire in your core.

Faster than you could process, Kakashi had pulled away, taking your shirt with him. As he rid himself of his own top, you wasted no time in practically pouncing on him.

He let out a soft grunt as his bare back hit the bed and you were floored at his flawlessly gorgeous face, split into a smirk.

“Excited are we?” He was definitely smug. You crawled on top of him, your teeth nipping at his neck.

“Don’t ruin the moment with unnecessary words,” You muttered, trailing kisses down his heaving chest.

His laugh broke into a groan as you grinded down onto his bulge, your own smirk adorning your lips, even as your eyes fluttered shut.

His large hands gripped your waist, guiding the rhythm of your hips against his. A fire ignited in your core, one that wasn’t going to be satisfied with grinding, even if it did feel damn good.

“Kakashi, s’not enough...” You were sure if you remembered this you’d be mortified that you were practically begging, but before you had time to dwell on it, Kakashi was already flipping you over and ripping off your pants, your underwear going right along with them.

You watched through half lidded eyes as his mismatched eyes met yours, even as his fingers drifted dangerously close to your aching core.

“Gotta make sure you’re all ready for me,” He murmured, his thumb tracing small circles over your clit. You bit your lip, holding in the lewd noises.

The silverette didn’t break the pace of his assault on your cunt as he leaned over you, a displeased expression on his face. “Don’t hold anything in, I want to hear you, (Y/N).”

You obeyed, letting loose the moan you’d been withholding when two of his fingers slipped inside of you.

His fingers went slow and steady, bringing you to the edge of ecstasy.

#kakashi x reader #i did kakashi dirty honestly #someone else can take it and finish idrc #naruto scenarios

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