#miya atsumu fanfic
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wrong twin? (miya atsumu x reader)
summary: you have a massive crush on miya osamu. so the plan is to get closer to him through his twin brother. it’s genius. it’s bound to work. right?
word count: 3008
warnings: fem!reader, fluff, slight angst, swearing, maybe a dash of humor, atsumu being atsumu, him and reader bicker a lot
tags: @keiva1000
When you handed in your application to join the Inarizaki High School volleyball club as manager, you had a very clear agenda in mind, but nobody needed to know about that. You had a good knowledge of volleyball, you had good organizational skills, and you were responsible. They accepted your application in a heartbeat, and were none the wiser of your true intentions behind joining the team.
It was only when you cornered their blond setter after practice one day that you actually said the words out loud.
“Ya want me to do what?” He raised an eyebrow, shoving his volleyball shoes into his backpack.
“Help me get close to him!” You whispered in a conspiratorial tone, looking around to make sure no one was paying attention to you two. Your eyes lingered on Osamu where he was helping Gin clean up. “You’re his twin brother. You’re closest to him. If we hang out more, that would inevitably mean I get to hang out with Osamu more too. And we can become friends. Eventually, I will get him to fall in love with me.”
Atsumu stared at you with a very distinct ‘what the fuck’ look, but you stared right back, determined.
“Yer insane.” He stood up, slinging his bag over his shoulder and making his way to the gym door. You followed behind.
“Please, Atsumu!” You begged, following him out of the gym and down the path leading out of the school.
“No!” He responded, not looking back at you. “Ya wanna get close to him, just go talk to him! Why ya gotta drag me into yer crazy schemes?!”
“I can’t just go talk to him, it would be creepy! I need a way into his circle.”
Atsumu gave you another look. “Oh yeah, what yer saying right now isn’t creepy at all.” Sarcasm dripped from his words.
You huffed, scowling at the back of his blond head. Your eyes caught the lights of the corner convenience store, and you felt an idea forming.
“I will buy you an after-practice snack every day for a year.”
Atsumu stopped short, looking back at you. “Yer bein’ serious?”
You gestured to the store up ahead. “We could start right now. I have money on me.”
His answering grin meant you had a deal.
……………………
When you joined the twins for lunch the next day at Atsumu’s desk, Osamu raised an eyebrow.
“It was my idea.” Atsumu explained. “She’s cool so I said we should hang out more.”
Osamu seemed to buy it, shrugging and giving you a welcoming little smile. You felt yourself flush, giddy as you pulled up a chair and sat down next to Atsumu, opposite to his brother.
“Oh sweet, are those pancake rolls?” Osamu asked when you opened your bento. You nodded eagerly.
“I made them myself!” You replied, pushing the box closer to him. “Wanna try?”
You knew Osamu liked food (okay, maybe you had stalked him a little), and even though you sucked at cooking, you had meticulously made your lunch today for this very reason. You couldn’t help your grin when Osamu bit into a roll and moaned at the taste, saying it was delicious. You could feel how hot your face was, even the tips of your ears felt warm. Atsumu rolled his eyes in your periphery but you paid him no mind, striking up a conversation with his brother instead.
“Yer like a different person around him.” Atsumu commented later that evening, when you were sitting on the curb outside the convenience store and he was chowing down on a pork bun you had bought him. The rest of the team had gone ahead, most of them too tired to stop for a snack and just wanting to get to bed as soon as possible.
You sighed and shrugged. “I don’t know what to tell you. He makes me feel things.”
Atsumu chewed for a little bit, watching you stare at the moth circling the streetlight.
“Gross.”
You slapped him hard on the bicep at that, making him let out an ‘ow!’. He pouted at you as he rubbed his arm, while all you did was roll your eyes in return.
……………………………
Lunch became a normal thing with the twins after that. You would wake up at 5am, cook something new that you thought Osamu might appreciate, and you would watch him devour it, praising you for how good it was. One time, Atsumu had gotten curious and tried to reach for a piece of onigiri, making you smack his hand away. He yelped and clutched it.
“What was that for?!”
“You already get a snack out of me every day, Miya. Keep your paws off my lunch.”
Osamu had snickered at that, and your heart had skipped at the sound, effectively forgetting Atsumu even existed as your focus shifted entirely to his brother. Atsumu grumbled but complied, saying something about ‘’s probably not that good anyway’. You paid him no mind.
You got to know Osamu a lot better during your little lunch sessions. He didn’t talk as much as his brother, but he was perceptive, and a great listener. He seemed to balance out Atsumu perfectly, and you could see how close they actually were. You would often giggle at their banter, witnessing the many foul names they would call each other, but knowing they didn’t mean it at the end of the day.
You often went to their house, under the guise of tutoring Atsumu. At first, Atsumu had told you no one would buy it, but you were adamant to try. And you were right. When you told Osamu why you were there, he snorted in response.
“Figures. This dumb fuck needs all the help he can get.”
Atsumu had yelled and tried to swat at his brother, but Osamu expertly dodged him. You had laughed at their antics.
Your study sessions were often spent with you stealing glances at Osamu from the dining table where you and Atsumu were located. He wouldn’t stick around much, preferring to camp out in their shared bedroom, but you still appreciated every glimpse that you got of him when he wandered down to the kitchen for a snack. Atsumu would nudge you with his knee under the table.
“Be a little less obvious, will ya?”
You stuck a middle finger in his face in response. He grabbed your hand and twisted it a bit, just enough to make you yelp and try to push him away.
“Tsumu, you jerk! Let go!”
“Say sorry!”
“Over my dead body!”
Osamu had to break you two apart sometimes, while you glared at each other from either side of him.
At practice, you would stay late when they needed help perfecting their quick attack, throwing balls so Atsumu could set them for Osamu. On the way back, you would buy Atsumu his daily snack and offer to pay for Osamu’s as well, which he always refused.
“Unlike this tool, I’m not shameless enough to let someone else pay fer me.”
“Hey!”
With every passing day, you felt that you were getting closer and closer to Osamu. Where you had barely exchanged words before, you two could hold long conversations now, and you especially loved when you ganged up to shit on Atsumu, who would be overdramatic as hell about the insults and act like he just got shot. You couldn’t remember the last time you had laughed so much.
Then, Osamu got a girlfriend.
You didn’t learn about it until you saw a girl at the gym on one random Wednesday. You had raised an eyebrow at her, watching as she looked around for something.
“Can I help you?”
She shook her head. “I’m just looking for Osamu. He left some stuff at my place last night.”
Your brain short circuited. Her place? Last night?
Then he ran over to her. Greeted her and thanked her for bringing his stuff. And then he kissed her.
You were mentally tuned out of practice for the rest of the evening.
When Atsumu walked up to you after practice so you could make your usual trip to the convenience store, you had just silently followed him. You had bought him some yakusoba bread, and you sat on the curb, waiting to walk home after he finished eating.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” You finally asked.
Atsumu sighed in return. “Didn’t want ya to get hurt.”
You turned to look at him. His attention was on the bread. “Did you expect me to never find out?”
He shook his head. “I was hopin’ to tell ya after practice. Just couldn’t think of the words.”
For some reason, you felt anger boil up inside you. You stood up abruptly. Atsumu paused his chewing to look up at you.
“I don’t need you to coddle me, Tsumu.” You grit out. “That was not the deal.”
Atsumu didn’t seem fazed by your tone. “Sit down.”
You glared at him. “I’m going home.”
When you turned to leave, you were stopped by his hand reaching up to clutch at the hem of your jacket, pulling you back.
“I know yer hurtin’. Just sit.”
You don’t know why that did it. Tears that had been building up all during practice were set free, rolling down your cheeks. Silently, you sat back down next to him. He didn’t talk as you cried, only shuffling closer until his side was pressed to yours. An unexpected comfort came to you with the contact. You leaned on him, resting your head on your knees, shoulders shaking.
When you had calmed down enough, you wiped your face with your sleeves, sitting up straighter. Atsumu extended his bread to you. You raised an eyebrow.
“When have you ever shared with me before?”
He rolled his eyes. “Ya want it or not?”
The bread seemed to melt in your mouth. Food did make you feel a bit better, but your mind was still on Osamu.
“‘M sorry yer scheme didn’t work out.”
You laughed a bit, taking another bite. “When you call it a scheme, it makes me think it was bound to fail from the start.”
Atsumu shook his head. “Nah. Ya made an effort. I respect that.” He stretched his legs in front of him, leaning back on his hands. “Yer a real catch. Yer smart and yer pretty. Samu’s blind ta not see that.”
You giggled, nudging Atsumu a bit. “Careful, Tsum-tsum. I might think you were falling for me.”
If your emotions weren’t so over the place, and if you hadn’t just tired yourself out from crying so much, you would’ve noticed how the older Miya’s eyes softened.
…………………………
Getting over Osamu wasn’t easy. Especially after having chased after him for so many months. It didn’t help that his little girlfriend seemed to come around more often, sometimes joining the team during practice. At times like those, you tried to stay as far away from her and Osamu, and that often meant you would find comfort in Atsumu, the only person who knew about your crush.
“What does he see in her anyway?” You voiced out loud, watching her laugh at something Osamu had said. You were sitting on a bench outside the gym with Atsumu, watching the two interact on the other side of the path. The rest of the team still weren’t done with their run. As usual, the twins were the first ones to reach the school.
Atsumu ran a towel over his neck, setting his water bottle down next to him. “Ya need ta get over him.”
You rolled your eyes. “Easy for you to say. You’ve never loved anything except volleyball.”
“Damn right. Has volleyball ever betrayed me? No. So suck it.”
You dug your elbow into his side, making him yelp and grab your head, pushing you away. His hand was massive and covered over half your face, and you struggled to get him off, digging your nails into his forearm.
“Tsumu, you asshole-”
You didn’t even notice when Osamu stared at the two of you, too absorbed in your little squabble.
So yeah, getting over Osamu wasn’t easy, but having Atsumu around helped a ton. Everytime he would see your eyes linger on Osamu too long, he would make some sort of comment, or change the subject, just trying to get your attention anywhere else. Too many times, he would physically grab you and turn you away from his twin, saying something along the lines of how you should be looking at the ‘better twin’ instead.
“Sorry but which one of you decided to dye their hair the color of piss?”
“It’s blond!”
“You ever heard of toner, dumbass?”
And you would grab his hair, messing it up and tugging at it a bit, giggling when he whined about you ruining his ‘hairstyle’. You also knew that Atsumu would kill anyone else who dared touch his hair, and the fact made your heart skip a bit. It also made you think, and once the gears in your head started turning, there was no going back.
Now that the fog of your infatuation with Osamu was lifting a bit, you seemed to notice his twin more. You would watch how Atsumu seemed to almost shield you from anything that reminded you of Osamu. How he had made it a habit after that one evening to always share half his snack with you, no matter how small it was. He would often say out of pocket shit, but rather than annoying you, it seemed to endear you more. It was like these little quips were a part of his charm, and you would giggle along instead of telling him to shut up.
He was awfully touchy too. You suppose he had always been, and you had just never thought about it. But now it seemed like none of his moves went unnoticed by you. He had a habit of gripping your head with one hand and turning your face to his when you weren’t paying attention. It used to annoy the crap out of you but now it made you pause and blink, meeting his caramel colored eyes. He would nudge you and poke you, he would drape an arm over your shoulders and whine about how tired he was. And your cheeks would warm up every time. You were forced to admit it.
You had a thing for Atsumu.
Deep down, you cursed at your luck, almost laughing in incredulity. What a joke this was, having a crush on both twins. But you knew that this was different. You knew this wasn’t just a silly crush.
Atsumu was more. He had always been more.
“Tsumu?”
He hummed in response, indicating he was listening, even if he was busy stuffing a chocolate bar into his mouth. You two were in your usual place, sitting on the curb outside the convenience store, lit up only by the light of the store behind you and the lamp post across the street. You watched his profile, the way his jaw moved when he chewed, his eyes trained before him, his undercut, and his dyed hair falling over his forehead slightly.
He was so painfully attractive. And you had never noticed.
He looked at you finally when you didn’t speak, raising an eyebrow.
“Everythin’ okay?”
You nodded hastily, turning away from him. You heard him pause, wrapping up what was left of his chocolate and placing it next to him before shuffling closer to you.
“Yer lyin’. What is it?”
You let out a laugh, shaking your head. “You can read me so well.”
He shrugged in response, draping his arm over your shoulder. You closed your eyes, mentally accepting how the action now made you feel.
“I did spend the whole year hearin’ ya whine about yer feelings, so yeah. I can read ya pretty well.”
You sighed, turning your head to look at him. At this proximity, you could see the brown swirling in his eyes, and it reminded you of milk chocolate. You were nearly nose to nose with him, and you weren’t nervous at all. With Osamu, you would always be on edge. Your insides would squirm, your heart would race, and oftentimes, you would stumble over your words.
With Atsumu, you felt every muscle in your body relax when he touched you. Despite his chaotic personality and his crude language, Atsumu was so tuned in when it came to you. When you needed it, he was as calm as they come. There was such unprecedented comfort in his presence. When you were around him, it felt like everything would be okay.
“I love you.”
It came out of you involuntarily at that moment. But you weren’t scared to tell him. You should have been, but one look at him this close and all your fears were melting away. When Atsumu gave you a little smile, you couldn’t help but return it.
“I love ya too, sweets.”
His kiss was expected. Soft, slow, perfect. His lips were plush and warm, and he tasted like the chocolate he had just been eating. His arm around your shoulder tightened, and his other hand came up to cup your jaw, tilting your head enough to deepen the kiss. You felt your head buzz, your hands fisting at the front of his shirt and trying to pull him closer, though it was impossible.
You whined in protest when he ended the kiss, making him chuckle slightly. The sound made your lips twitch up a bit, and you ran your eyes all over his face. He hummed in approval.
“There it is.”
You blinked. “What?”
He traced your cheekbone with his thumb. “Ya know how long I’ve wanted ya to look at me like that and not Samu?”
Right. Samu. You had forgotten about him completely the moment Atsumu’s lips touched yours. The thought made you giggle and pull at his jacket collar to tug him close, until his lips were meeting yours again.
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𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝟐.
characters: m. atsumu and s. kiyoomi
genre: hurt/comfort
word count: 1.1k
content warnings: arguments, toxicity, cursing
summary: how would haikyuu boys react when you walk out during an argument part two.
part i. | part iii.
MIYA ATSUMU
Atsumu and his habit of joking during serious times are slowly getting into your nerves. You told him hundreds of times already that you don't like being interupted when you are talking about something very important, especially when it comes to your feelings. But this time, Atsumu decide to cut you off again to tell you another joke that he picked up along your words.
"I'm so funny, right?" he asked, half smirking.
Your heart sank because you've been trying to pour your heart out yet, it seems like he didn't care at all.
"Seriously, Atsumu?"
"Whoa, what happened to Tsumu?"
You didn't respond to his question but instead, you grabbed your things and went out leaving Atsumu dumbfounded.
Hours passed, Atsumu was getting bored so he decided to dial your number to check up on you.
"What?" you answered coldly.
"Y/N where ya at?"
His tone seems like he wasn't bothered at all that you walked out and he didn't realize what went wrong yet.
"Don't call me, Atsumu. I don't want to talk to you."
"C'mon babe, Yer not dropping the call, are ya? Come home now. I miss you."
That one last straw bursted your tears out as you felt no care from your boyfriend at all.
"Damn you, Miya Atsumu. Is that what you're going to return to me after I pour my heart out on you? Seriously?
Atsumu panicked when he heared your cracking voice on the other line. Standing up, he speedily grabbed his Inarizaki High jacket and head out.
"Shh, shh baby, babe. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
"What exactly are you apologizing for, Atsumu? Do you even know what you were apologizing for? You really hurt my feelings. Don't talk to me. I don't want to hear your voice."
With that, you dropped the call and Atsumu attempted to ring your number again but you rejected it.
"Shit." Atsumu felt like his world was ending because you were right, he didn't even know what he's apologizing for.
Replaying the scenario inside his head, that's when he realized that you were indeed, talking about something important but he chose to blurt out his random joke at an inappropriate time.
Atsumu knows that you're the only person who can tolerate his out of this world jokes and now that you've walked out and ignoring him because of that, he knew he fucked up real bad.
Good thing is that your shared GPS in on and he instantly located where you are—in the school library. Hurriedly, Atsumu will head towards you to apologize once more.
"The hell are you doing here?" you glared at him with your puffy eyes. As much as Atsumu wants to compliment how beautiful you are even though you're crying, he knows that it's not the right time for that.
"I'm so sorry, Y/N for cutting your off while you were opening up something to me. I shouldn't have done that. I'm willing to make it up to you, Will you let me listen and understand your problem once more?"
Atsumu will spend the whole day by your side, listening and understanding your complaints with life. He'll be quiet for most of the time but is very attentive to what you are saying. Expect hand rubs and forehead kisses as you pour your heart once more. Of course, he'll apologize once again because he still feel guilty for what he did.
"I didn't get the chance to say this earlier but you're really gorgeous, even when you're crying."
SAKUSA KIYOOMI
If there's one thing that you will label as a red flag to your boyfriend, Kiyoomi, it's about him and his lack of communication when he's frustrated. Growing up distant to people, Kiyoomi never realized that he attached his toxic trait to his relationship. At first, everything was fine, not until things started getting out of control especially during arguments. And yes, Kiyoomi's silent treatment and distancing isn't benefiting either of you.
"Kiyoomi, talk to me. You know we can resolve this by communicating, right?" you pleaded to the man sitting across you yet your words fell on deaf ears as Kiyoomi's eyes remained glued to the sports channel.
"Kiyoomi." you once more called him. Standing up, you marched towards the television and unplugged the device.
Turning around to your boyfriend, you were about to open your mouth to speak again when you saw a horrified expression from Kiyoomi's face. It was something that you never saw before. Ever.
Anger. Disgust. Annoyance. Hatred. Which one is it? You couldn't figure it out.
Everything was written on his face, just because you turned off the television so that you could communicate with him.
You felt like being electrocuted on the spot as you saw your boyfriend glare on you.
"I'm…sorry."
That's all it took you to remove your stoned feet on the ground to walk out of the apartment because you don't want to see Kiyoomi's expression.
Your heart cannot handle the fact that you just wanted him to focus, communicate, and resolve the argument together.
But today, it scared you that Kiyoomi might hate you forever because of that.
Before you could step out of the door, Kiyoomi's right arm slammed the door shut that made you jump in shock.
"Where…are you going?" he asked in a low voice.
"Out…for fresh…air." you felt like you were gasping for air as you took the words out of your throat. You didn't realize it but you were actually crying as you spoke.
Kiyoomi's arm slowly made its way towards your body and pushed you against his muscled chest, left hand following to caress your hair as you buried your face and tug on the hem tightly. You were sobbing and shaking in fear.
Kiyoomi's eyes started blurring out when he realized that you were crying because of him. It wasn't intentional for him to glare at you, it just became an unconscious reaction for him. And now, Kiyoomi's blaming himself so much internally for making you cry and scarring you.
"Y/N, darling. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." he whispered in your ear, shushing your sobs. "I didn't mean it. I'm so sorry that I scare you.
Kiyoomi's voice is full of regrets and his touches are fragile. This is the first time that he let someone this intimate with him and he's willing to fix everything because he doesn't want to lose you.
Later on once you're calmed down, Kiyoomi will ask about your side regarding the argument. He will listen and understand you carefully and sincerely. He will also apologize a lot of times and will offer to make some dinner to make it up to you.
The following days, Kiyoomi will try his best to open up his heart more to you and fulfill the distance he made you experience because of his toxic trait.
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Birthday Surprise
That morning, unlike your boyfriend, you were fussy. You got up before that and made his favorite soufflé pancakes for breakfast. Atsumu liked to take a shower in the morning. Afterwards, he would enjoy having a pleasant conversation with you over breakfast. But today the situation was different.
Atsumu came out of the bathroom and got dressed and appeared behind you with a towel over his shoulder. You were startled when I called you
"Good morning dear!"
You turned your back in a hurry
''Ah! I didn't realize it was coming. Good morning baby. I made you breakfast. your favorite''
'They look so delicious. No doubt you did it was amazing''
You chuckled in response.
“You seem a little nervous today. Is there a problem?” he asked.
You gave an evasive answer
''No. I'm doing fine''
Although Atsumu was a little skeptical, his desire to enjoy the soufflé pancakes prevailed.
''Alright''
He did not dwell much on the subject.
Today is Atsumu's birthday. With his twin brother Osamu they were offended for three months. They argued over money and livelihood. Atsumu was thinking of marrying you. So she was already calculating the wedding expenses. Osamu is also the deceased grandmother's. He had saved money for funeral expenses. Also to the twins at their grandmother He inherited a large amount. Atsumu receive enough money from the inheritance to cover the wedding expenses wanted. Osamu, on the other hand, although he knew that his pain was still fresh, that he acted selfishly in pursuit of marriage. He scolded Atsumu. They had a heated argument.
You also witnessed the fight. But what Atsumu thought Osamu. On the contrary, you knew you were not an opportunist.
You blamed yourself for this pointless fight, Atsumu He consoled you. 'Cause really it's with you it was irrelevant
Today was your twin brothers' birthday, and you were going to bring the two together at the birthday party tonight. Your plan was to call Kita and persuade her to help you with the birthday party preparations. Also, Kita had to somehow persuade Osamu to come to your house in the evening. Then, once upon a time, you would invite your friends from the Inarizaki High School volleyball team. So double surprise to your boyfriend you would. If you succeeded in your plan, no one would be offended that evening.
After Atsumu had finished his breakfast, he immediately took her away from the house.
You started to come up with various excuses to send
''Atsu. You'll be late honey”
''Why? It is early''
"Okay. However you have about half an hour to go. You'll have to wait for the bus again''
''The arrival times of the bus are already certain y/n. There is no need to rush.”
"It wouldn't be bad if you took my word for once, wouldn't it?"
"What's up? Are you trying to get me out of this house as soon as possible?” he laughed while asking
"What are you going to do when I'm gone?" he continued mockingly
“Love Atsumu! What have I ever done pull a fast one from my back?"
"Weren’t you schemer?"
Obviously, Atsumu's intention was to piss you off a little. Knowing his intentions and knowing your boyfriend of years, you knew how to act when he tried to piss you off.
“Atsumu! Stop that!”
"Dont be angry. I was joking. I know you would never do such a thing."
You sighed. Your mind suddenly went to Osamu. To stay offended for the sake of your boyfriend you didn't want Seeing them like this made you sad too.
"Is something wrong, honey?" he asked you anxiously
“No, but…for some reason Osamu came to mind. I even miss your fights, Atsumu. Will you always be this offended?"
This thought of yours was enough to drive Atsumu mad.
“Don’t mention his name in this house again! I don't have a brother like him! He has already rejected me! He said I was a selfish bastard! But now he can be happy! Because his selfish bastard brother will no longer exist in his life!” he got up saying
“Oh Atsumu! I didn't mean to make you angry. I am sorry…"
Atsumu did not want to prolong it any longer.
"I have to go. You are right. However, I will go. See you in the evening" as he said, after drying his hair with a towel once again, he walked out the door.
You unintentionally reminded your boyfriend that they had quarreled with his brother and rejected each other from the fraternity. Let's face it, Atsumu was constantly messing with Osamu. She was constantly pissing him off. But even though they quarreled every day, Atsumu loved his brother very much. Sometimes at night you could hear her crying heartily.
You were also ignoring it so that he wouldn't see that you felt sorry for him, but after a certain point you couldn't stand it anymore. You hugged him from behind on the bed. You put your head on his neck. You reached out your arm and grabbed his hand
“Atsu? What is wrong with you dear? Tell me"
He kissed the hand that was clasped in hers
“Nothing baby. Sleep back"
"How can I sleep while you're crying inside like this?"
"So you heard, huh?"
“I always heard. I didn't tell you, but I can't stand it anymore. Tell me. What is it that makes you cry every night?”
Atsumu turned to you, resting his head on your chest. Instinctively, your hands immediately went to her hair. You started stroking your hair. You kissed him on the forehead to calm him down
“Osamu doesn't love me at all y/n. I love him so much, no matter how bad I hurt him. Yes, I liked to tease Osamu. You know, siblings sometimes tease each other. We used to fight every day, but at the end of the day we would still make up. Anyway, he's my brother. But…Osamu really doesn't love me"
"Don't talk nonsense! Of course he loves you too. The flesh is not cut off from the nails, Atsumu. No matter how much you fight, you have the same blood and the same genetics. Nothing can change that."
“You know he hasn't even hugged me once? I don't remember him saying "I love you bro" and hugging me or using any words of affection since we were little. Don't I deserve even a small hug, even if it's a lie?"
"You deserve the greatest ones of every thing. Remove these on your mind. Osamu loves you so much. You both just can't show you his love. God forbid, if bad anything happens to you, he'll be the first to come to your aid. He even gives his life for you to live. Make sure he does it"
“How kind hearted you are. But I don't think Osamu has as good a heart as you. Even if I die, he'll be happy to get rid of me. What did I do to him to deserve all this?"
“Atsu please dear. Your brother loves you more than anyone else in this world. As sure as I am that my name is y/n, I am sure that Osamu loves you very, very much. You can be absolutely sure that Osamu is the person who can love you the most, eternally and unconditionally.”
Atsumu was somewhat relieved because of you. He patted your back. He buried his nose in his neck
“Thank you y/n. You set me mind at rest. Your words put me at ease a little.”
That's exactly what you decided after that night. If Osamu really had never hugged his brother before, you were going to get them to hug each other for the first time tonight at his birthday party.
They would hug for the first time today and now this resentment would end.
You called Kita as soon as Atsumu left the house
"Hello? Kita-san? What's up?"
“I'm fine thanks y/n. How are you?"
"I am also good. I have a plan for today. Please help me. Everything must be perfect for tonight”
"What's up? Is there a celebration or something?”
“Of course you idiot! Did you forget it's the twins' birthday today?"
"Oh right! I work so hard that I even forget what day it is that day.”
"No problem. Will you help me?"
"I'd appreciate it though, on what about?"
“About convincing Osamu to come to us tonight. Find an excuse and have him come to us. We will invite other teammates as well. Everyone will gather here tonight. I want to reconcile them on their birthday. It's enough for them to be so offended."
“I guess you are right. Ok. I try to persuade Osamu. He is as stubborn as a lone pig. I don't know how to persuade”
“Come on, Kita-san. You can do it. I trust you"
"Ok. What time will we come to you?"
“Atsumu arrives around 7:00 pm. If you want, come to me if you are available right now. Let's decorate the house a little. You can also buy snacks such as coke and cookies when you come. You help me make the cake. You will go and fetch Osamu near the arrival of Atsumu. Both have to be here at the same time. Try to be as punctual as possible”
"Ok. I will do my best. Y/n. What a good person you are. Is there any other girlfriend who wants her boyfriend to reconcile with her brother so much? I'm sure Atsumu is proud of you"
“Thank you Kita-san. I do it because I love Atsumu. Come on! Come as soon as possible. You said "I'm waiting for you" and hung up.
Fortunately, it was morning and you had plenty of time until evening. When Kita arrived, you opened the door for him and let him in.
You immediately got to work. You started making the cake. You knew Atsumu liked banana cake, but you had no idea how Osamu loved it. That's why you asked Kita
“Kita-san? Atsumu loves banana cake. So I'm going to make half of the cake with banana. I want the other half to be like Osamu loves. How does Osamu like cake?”
"What a lie, whether it's a cake for Osamu or whatever, but he likes chocolate the most"
“Then how about we make it with both banana and chocolate? The type of cake they both love together”
"It would be better. The combination of banana and chocolate is great”
"This is a great idea! Then I make it with banana and chocolate.”
You finished making the cake in a short time and put it in the refrigerator to thicken. Next was tidying up the kitchen and arranging the house for the party.
You and Kita prepared the house for the party for hours. On the other hand, you were contacting former Inarizaki volleyball team members and conveying the birthday party plan to them.
Everyone is prepared for the organization you have planned. They even came to your house and helped you.
After completing the preparations, you realized that Atsumu's arrival time was approaching. You sent Kita to fetch Osamu
“Good luck Kita-san. I'm sure you will succeed. Thanks to your help, the Miya twins will reconcile on their birthday today”
“I hope it's worth our effort y/n-sec. See you later"
When Kita left, other Inarizaki teammates were fixing other deficiencies at home. All that remained was to prepare himself. You went to your room and wore the burgundy colored dress that Atsumu liked the most. You styled your hair with tongs and put on a light make-up.
You squeezed some of the perfume Atsumu gave you on your birthday.
You went back to the living room with your friends and asked once more to make sure everything was okay.
“Isn't everything okay? You're sure it's not missing"
"We're sure," said one of them, looking quite certain.
"Nice. Now there's only one thing we can do"
Then it was evening. Atsumu came to the door of the apartment you live in, unaware of the surprise he was about to encounter. She rummaged through her purse looking for her key. Key played its usual game on him
“Where is that damn key again?” it was said
He dug his hand deeper into his bag, and as he rummaged through the bag, the key jingled and fell to the floor.
"Fuck!"
As he cursed and bent down to pick up the key, he spotted someone approaching him. When he looked up, he saw Osamu.
They looked at each other in surprise
"What are you doing here?" ' Osamu asked angrily.
“What are you really doing? This is my house! How did you find this place?" ' Atsumu replied in the same way.
"Kita-san send me a location and told me to come here at 7:00 PM"
"You are lying! What did you come for? You can't miss your selfish bastard brother, can you?"
“I see you have lost nothing of your arrogance, Atsumu. Besides, lying is yours. I came because Kita called. If I had known it was your house, I wouldn't have come."
Atsumu sighed
"Okay. Fuck off then”
“I wouldn't have come if it wasn't important. Whatever it is, I'm going to get the fuck out after I find out. I will never appear before you again. And you can live the life you desire with your girlfriend.”
“Shut up, Osamu! Not everyone in the apartment has to witness our fight.”
He put the key in the door and opened it
“Come in” he said, pointed enter of home to Osamu.
It was dark inside. He pressed the button of the lamp in the hall, but it was not working.
"Great! This one was missing!”
“Maybe the fuse has blown,” said Osamu.
"Then, please turn on the phone's flashlight and let me see"
"Call an electrician if you're so curious"
“It is the fault of anyone who asks you for help!” said Atsumu angrily.
Then he called you
“Y/n?”
Didn't answer at first and then called again
“Y/n? Where are you?"
"I am here. Come to my voice"
"What's going on?" Osamu was impatient.
Ignoring Osamu, Atsumu went towards your voice, and the lights came on as soon as he stepped into the hall. Exploding confetti, party whistles and a big “SURPRISE!” cry rose
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY TWINS!” you shouted happily
Atsumu and Osamu were in shock. They did nothing but stare blankly at the crowd before them.
“Atsu. Come closer my dear" you said
Atsumu took a few steps closer to you. You hand it to him to blow out the candles on the cake.
“Now you know why I tried to get you out of the house as soon as possible this morning. Actually, my only purpose was not to surprise you on your birthday. I wanted to reconcile you with Osamu on this birthday. I want you two to blow out the candles on this cake. All your old teammates came for you and helped me. Come on Atsumu, Osamu…please don't be stubborn anymore. Let this resentment end"
Atsumu took the cake from your hand and placed it on the party table covered with a fancy cloth. Osamu also came to his brother hesitantly.
“I want to say one more thing…” you said, taking a step forward.
“Osamu…have you ever seen Atsumu cry?”
“Why are you asking this question?”
“I saw it, that's why I'm asking. You would enjoy pissing each other off. No matter how dirty Atsumu may be to you, he loves you more than anything in this world. I witnessed her sobbing all night long, thinking that you didn't love her. So on this special day, I want you to forget all the resentments and tell Atsumu that you love him. If you haven't hugged once since the day you were born, hug for the first time on your birthday. Oh, blow those candles"
They both blew out the candles at the same time. Osamu blew first, and with Atsumu's joke, the ice between them slowly began to melt.
“I am 7 minutes older than you! If you had waited at least 7 minutes for me to blow"
“In 7 minutes, all the candles would melt away, you idiot! You are stupid as always Tsumu…I love you”
"I love you too"
The long-standing resentment came to an end when they hugged each other tightly.
“I love you…bro,” Osamu repeated.
“I even miss fighting with you Samu”
You all burst into tears watching them. you were crying with them
They wiped each other's tears
“You know, Tsumu? You look so ugly when you cry"
“You look at yourself. You look like a monkey"
Tears of sadness gave way to happiness. They ended the reconciliation chapter by apologizing to each other.
“I'm sorry for hurting you, bro. Please marry y/n. As long as you're happy. I don't want anything else. Half of our grandmother's inheritance will be enough for the wedding. I want you to be happy with the person you love"
“And I apologize for all the pranks I've been giving you all this time. I didn't show it, but I missed you when we fought. I was thinking what would I do if I lost you. I’m glad you came bro. I forgot all the resentments"
"Its enough! That's enough drama. It's like we're watching a soap opera," said Suna and interrupted the emotional moment.
You cut the cake. You divided it on plates. You chatted and had fun. You've reached your goal. You were proud of yourself for reconciling your boyfriend with his twin.
After the fun party, you sent everyone home. When it was Osamu's turn to finally say goodbye, Atsumu hugged him once more.
“Osamu…come often. From now on, this is your home too. You are always welcome”
“From now on, you will not be able to get rid of me even if you wanted to,” laughed Osamu
After your guests left, you tidied up. You put the dishes in the machine. You were relieved. You had a peaceful evening
Now it was bedtime. You lay on the bed with Atsumu and lay your head on your boyfriend's chest
Atsumu wrapped his arms around your torso and held you tighter to him. kissed on the forehead
“I am so happy y/n. Everything is on you. You are my best chance in life.”
"What have I done?" you chuckled modestly
"I love you very much. I had a wonderful evening with my two favorite parts of my life. It was like I was in a dream.”
"I told you, didn't I, because Osamu loves you."
“You were right. We fight every day, but we can't stand to be offended for a second."
Atsumu yawned and gave you a kiss before falling asleep
"Good night baby. There are so many things I want to talk about, but now we must sleep. We'll talk in the morning"
"Ok love. Goodnight"
You snuggled close to each other and fell asleep with each other's warmth and scent
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Phew! I was exhausted till i finish writing. Maybe it may the longest fanfic i wrote by now… I love Miya twins and i think they love each others despite always fighting
#hq x y/n#haikyuu x imagines#haikyuu!!#hq x reader#haikyuu x reader#miya atsumu#atsumu miya#atsumu miya x reader#atsumu miya x y/n#atsumu miya x you#atsumu x y/n#atsumu miya imagine#atsumu miya scenarios#atsumu x you#atsumu x reader#miya twins#miya atsumu fanfic#atsumu miya fanfic
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not strong enough — miya osamu
notes: based off of “not strong enough” by boygenius <3
tags: reverse comfort, cheating implications (no actual cheating), self-deprecation + jealousy (osamu), super heartfelt tho
osamu hadn’t been home lately.
the kitchen was devoid of heart and soul. gone was the warmth that seeped into the apartment at his presence, or the comfort that his voice provided as it wafted through the halls. you didn’t see nor feel him anymore, save for the few glimpses of him getting ready before the sun could even greet your windowsill.
miya osamu was disappearing from your life, and you could do nothing but prepare for it.
you instantly feared the worst — that he was planning to leave you, or that he was seeking solace in another, or anything else that involved him separating himself from the life he built in your shared home. and so, delusion after delusion fed into one another, thus leading to an overwhelming bubble of anxiety that infected every inch of your bones.
when you had finally seen him — not just witnessed his shadow in the darkness of a lonesome bedroom — he appeared as if he had just barely dragged himself home. his skin hung heavy under his eyes, his hair was oily and tousled, his hands seemingly obtained an impossible amount of callouses and burns and scratches. you did not say a word, fearful for his response. instead, you held him in your arms in the doorway as he collapsed to the floor, the buckle of his knees bringing you down with him.
you could hear the remnants of an apology muttered into your shirt (his shirt, truthfully).
“what was that, ‘samu?” you whispered, your voice barely reaching his ears.
he turned his head to look to the side with his cheek still firm on your shoulder. “don’t ya ever wish things were different?”
his voice was hoarse; it was littered with exhaustion and pain and misery that you could not begin to understand. his question nestled itself deep into your lungs. you weren’t entirely sure what he was asking.
“a life where you’re living comfortably … and you’re free to do whatever your want …” he began to trail off, his features lined with sleepiness. “didn’t ya ever want that?”
you began to rub circles around his back, which was damp from the sweat that accumulated beneath his work uniform. you were waiting patiently for him to say it — to tell you to go pursue greater things to conceal his desire to rid himself of you, or that he didn’t deserve you because he had committed an act of betrayal. but instead, he continued, “‘tsumu’s doing great things … ‘n he’s rich ‘n happy ‘n famous and so much more. but what about me? what have i done?”
his words dissipated gradually. the cracks in his voice exposed him quite easily, not to mention the teardrops staining your skin. “you’ve done more than enough for me, ‘samu. i’m sorry i didn’t make you feel that way.” your boyfriend only gripped onto your harder, as if he were scared you would melt away if he didn’t.
“i jus’ wanna make you happy. i’m not sure if my job can even do that,” he muttered. “i’m trying to work harder at the shop, but i’m scared it isn’t enough.”
if it were situationally acceptable, you would have heaved a heavy sigh of relief. but it was not — so instead, you began to hold him impossibly tighter. “you don’t need to work so hard for me to love n’ appreciate you. everything about you is enough to make me happy,” you spoke softly to him. “as long as you’re by my side, i’m happy.”
miya osamu, despite his intricacies, was a delicate man at heart. that night, as you held him at the front door, the porcelain shell concealing his truest soul had shattered.
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😏😳
(10.07.23 happy sakuatsu day!! i missed drawing these two 💕)
#haikyuu!!#haikyuu#sakuatsu#sakusa kiyoomi#miya atsumu#atsumu#hq!!#my art#mine#went into a skts fanfic spiral bc of this lmao
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"he'd be the type of guy to.." haikyuu edition ♡
notes: NOT proofread, i wrote rhis at 1:50am just some thoughts, all will be written with timeskip versions of them in mind. fem reader just cause also i chnaged title cuz it sidnt make sense LMAO
warning/s: NONE
genre: fluff
characters: hinata shoyo, kozume kenma, kageyama tobio, miya atsumu
hinata would be the type of guy to let your dates go unplanned (in a good way!!!) ypu guys get to do whatever you'd like, unrestrained. if you wanna go to a goodwill/thrift store and find cool items, he'd happily go with you. he'll also secretly get you some things that you stared at for too long. like those sparkly pink cowboy boots, a music box where instead of a ballerina spinning it's a middle finger, and a bikini that barely covers anything. then after buying those, you'd go in your car, and he'd hide them under the car seat, but the bikini's straps stick out from under the seat, and you go "what the fuck is that??" so he has no choice but to bring out the bag filled with the stuff you looked like you wanted, and surprised you early. do you want to go to an indoor volleyball court? hinata rented one just for the two of you to play. but you never got to play anything, you two are busy running around, playing hide and seek in the surprisingly large building. yes, for other people, things don't always go to plan. but for you two? you make the best out of unplanned surprises.
kenma would be the type of guy to really REALLY appreciate all of your pitiful efforts to pay him back for what he buys you. he loves, LOVES spoiling you, spending his CEO money on you is his love language. even though he acts a little nonchalant about it, he always loves seeing the smile on your face when he bought you something you've wanted for so long. but, you'd feel bad about what he's spending on you, and the effort he puts into working so hard 24/7, and going with you to the mall and buying you everything. so, you decide to repay him in different ways! like baking cookies that took you all day to bake but they taste bitter, but he still eats all of them in one sitting. you made him lots of origami flowers, he'd have it displayed in his room, without a single speck of dust landing on the paper, he knows that you feel guilty about him spending lots on you so you do these things, he keeps telling you that what he's spending on you isn't going to make a dent in his bank account, but you still wouldn't listen. (he secretly freaks out if you do things for him)
kageyama would be the type of guy to learn about anything you're into, and he'd teach you about what he's into in return. if you like a certain singer/band, and you love to quote a line from a song/an inside joke, he's going to be curious about it, and eventually, he'll start quoting it too, (at the start, he usually had trouble deciding whether or not the situation you're in would apply, but he's quoting that lyric/inside joke like he knows that band/singer better than you do.) he taught you volleyball, do you love spiking? he'd set for you, and you'd drive that ball home. do you prefer setting? he's gonna make you attend setter bootcamp, on god he's gonna turn into your coach instead of your boyfriend. you like blocking? he'd make sure he'd get his hits past your blocks, and of course tell you all sorts of positions you put your hands in if you want to change the trajectory of the ball, or completely shut it out. do you like recieving? he'll throw different types of serves your way so you'll learn how to recieve all of them perfectly. or if you'd love serving more, he'd be teaching you how to get service aces and eventually be better at serving than his team (according to him). he may be a pro volleyball player, but that doesn't mean he won't make time for you.
atsumu would be the type of guy to relax and pamper yourselves in his free time. despite his loud and rowdy personality, you and mr japanese barry b benson with a kansai accent, oftentimes go to spas, and get massages, facial treatments, all that good stuff. then he'd take you out to a hot spring after a major tournament is over, the steaming water helping to relax, and also give his skin some benefits too! after all, he's a volleyball player that has the looks of an idol, he has a face and body he has to maintain. if you guys don't want to go out, he'll look up recipes for diy mud masks to apply to eachothers faces, maybe even bringing out a stash of facemasks from his skincare mini frige and watch a movie together while waiting for the facemask to dry out. you're pretty lucky to have a skincare boyfriend, since you have never had a single skin problem ever since you started dating him. if there's an event you two will be attending, he'll prioritize the both of you looking and feeling fresh. you two would be the couple with the clearest skin in the room.
#haikyuu#haikyu x reader#miya atsumu#hinata shouyou#kageyama tobio#haikyu fluff#fanfic#kozume kenma#kenma x reader#hinata shoyo
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the walls are thin - ch3
in which atsumu is your college neighbor with whom you share a wall.
previous | ch3 | next [masterlist]
// perfectly inconsiderate, maybe cluelessly oblivious ~
ᴀᴛsᴜᴍᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ~ 6733 ᴡᴏʀᴅs
a look into this chapter: soft self-indulgent flirtationship with hanamaki, 18+ masturbation (and eventual smut), feelings are confusing, flirting is also confusing (but prevalent), seijoh4 hangout session, more lunch dates, flustered contact, afab reader she/her pronouns
oh and ofc she's got a playlist (♡)
send an ask and i’ll add ya to the taglist! ~
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this has happened before. this isn’t some new phenomenon taking you by surprise. this has happened many times before, actually. this isn’t out of the ordinary for your overly sexually active, inconsiderate, unknown neighbor.
but for some stupid reason it feels out of the ordinary for atsumu. not miya atsumu, the name on the door of your irritatingly thoughtless neighbor, but for atsumu, the one you texted for two weeks straight and that commented on every single one of your vacation photos with silly inside jokes and who called you to talk about his first day back at volleyball practice.
you knew this time was coming sooner or later, or, in hindsight, you should have. he didn’t just magically change who he was because he met you and he admitted it himself, he only really started hanging out with you because he wanted to fuck you. and you don’t blame him for that. your motives were similar at first.
the shift from strangers to flirting strangers to friends was a bit more difficult than you thought it would be, especially when you haven’t really moved on from the whole flirting bit or the whole wanting to be more than friends but not wanting to ruin the rest of your last college year bit.
you know him now. maybe not know him, but you know enough, more than nothing, so being here, consciously listening to the first time that atsumu has fucked someone since you moved from nothing to something just isn’t sitting right with you. not that you can even really focus on the noises if you wanted to, not with all of this thinking going on in your head.
your stomach drops.
this actually probably isn’t the first time that he’s fucking someone since you met. he probably picked back up on this routine the second that volleyball stopped for spring break and the realization is really making your stomach hurt. the thought of him with someone else, texting you before and after, is having too much of an effect on you.
the only saving grace is that you can’t hear them, not the beds or the impact, but them. you’re not sure you could’ve ever recovered from that, not now. the air of the situation has already changed just from knowing him, but if you had to hear him too, you’re not sure you could have continued down this path of friendship. more than that, it feels like a betrayal, creepy maybe, and, at the very least, weird for you. you feel like a stranger in your own home. you can barely think as you swallow the lump in your throat. there’s so much on your mind, so many feelings swarming around you and you can feel every single one on your skin even if you can’t identify some of them.
and underneath it all, a small but persistent sting.
you can’t be here a second longer.
even as you close your door softly behind you, your chest feels tight. through your entire walk, your chest feels tight. you’re no longer in your room, but you can still feel the rhythm beneath your sternum. you shake your head, arms, all the way out to your hands, trying to get this feeling off of your body, sitting in anticipation as you wait for a response to your knocking.
“not fucking this again, you’re lucky-,” maki says, hushed but forceful, throwing open the door. whatever was about to come out of his mouth dissipates in his throat before it can even reach his tongue. he moves aside from the door, giving you plenty of space to leave the openness of the hallway. his features quickly morph into concern and now you’re feeling bad that you’re making it somebody else’s problem.
he locks the door quickly and pulls you into his room. only when his door is also shut and locked behind the two of you does he speak, “what happened?”
you’re silent for what feels like the better half of an hour, though realistically you’re sure is a handful of minutes. “‘ts stupid,” you mumble, shaking your head. you still feel small, but you’re starting to feel a bit more normal as maki wraps his fingers around your forearm.
from the second that he saw you, he knew that whatever happened had something to do with your previously shitty turned okay turned shitty again obviously neighbor. he asks anyways, “did atsumu do something?”
you don’t try to, in fact, you actively try not to, but the events are too recent, mind too swarming to have as much control as you’d like; you wince at his name. despite everything you’re feeling, somehow you’re still able to focus on maki as he warms, mouth opening to spout something loud, but shutting to be replaced with a calm exhale. what he really wants to do is go over there at this exact second, but what he needs to do is just be there for you.
you shrug your shoulders a bit, pathetic laugh leaving your chest at the pure familiarity of it all, “lover boy’s at it again.” the confusion that takes on maki’s face is gone just as quickly, waiting for you to explain rather than make assumptions. you continue, “it’s been three weeks with nothing and then -”
maki interrupts you, sitting on his bed and smoothing the space next to him. you sit, back against the wall, legs crossed, head hanging. you explain everything to him and it’s hard to remember that all of this happened just a few hours ago. the lunch, the weird thing atsumu said to you, the hurt that you noticed on his face, the note he left you, the cactus, your feelings every step of the way.
by the end of it your head is on maki’s pillow facing maki whose head is also on his pillow and he has the slightest, feather-like, ghosting touch on your hip and you’re slowly forgetting the distress you were in earlier. maki’s always had that effect on you, really.
“you’re welcome to stay over until-,” he starts, but you cut him off, shaking your head.
“no, i have to…,” you pause. have to what? “i have to do it, stay over at my own place and stuff. i can’t keep hiding at yours every time something happens,” you reason, and it feels good coming out of your mouth. it feels like progress. “i will take you up on that offer tonight, obviously, because i’m not moving from this very spot.” there isn’t much space between the two of you, but you’re determined for their to be none, scooching closer, forehead resting on his shoulder.
“tomorrow night i’ll sort myself out, wear headphones or something, i don’t know.” as you shrug, your arm moves against his, just another reminder of how close you are to him.
the two of you sit in silence for a minute and it’s nice to be able to not feel like you have to keep talking in an attempt to feel better. you pull back, just a few inches, to look at him, “but it’s nice that you’d let me stay here indefinitely,” you smile, a real smile, a lightness returning again if only for a moment.
he presses a soft kiss onto your forehead. “unfortunately,” he jokes, “i would do just about anything for you, so.”
“i think that’s pretty fortunate for me,” you laugh softly, and you really do mean it.
/++/
you make true to your promise. the next day you stay in despite how much you want to leave your room and go anywhere else.
> maki ♡ / 12:32 am
> futon/bed is open if tonight’s too much btw
< 12:32 am
< should be okay
< but ty
< will update you tomorrow
< wish me luck
> maki ♡ / 12:33 am
> nah
> you don’t need it
the anticipation is almost worse than it just happening. you wait and wait and wait for the inevitable noise to come, but it doesn’t. by 1 am you’re wondering why you just haven’t gone to sleep yet. by 2 am you know that it’s because you want to know if something is going to happen. by 3 am you can barely keep your eyes open and he’s done it again, inadvertently fucked up your sleep schedule.
two more nights go by and nothing, both peaceful, quiet nights that you would’ve killed for at the beginning of the semester. now even these feel sour.
it really can’t get any worse than this.
/++/
> miya atsumu / 11:23 am
> are you avoiding me?
shit.
in the span of these three anticipatory days, you hadn’t seen atsumu, not in the hallway or around campus. that could potentially have been on account of you not being in your dorm building except to sleep and avoiding common student areas like the plague. potentially.
you weren’t necessarily avoiding him, just the places where you had the highest chance of running into him. there’s a difference.
< 12:01 pm
< lol no
> miya atsumu / 12:03 pm
> prove it. let’s go get lunch
shit.
/++/
you get there first, set out a small blanket in the far corner past the busy areas around the student union. of course you agreed to go and of course you felt like you might puke but you couldn’t just avoid him for the rest of the year and the longer you waited, the worse it would get.
at least you had time to prepare yourself, fiddled with the lunch that you had grabbed, told yourself everything would probably be fine, tried to anticipate whatever his reaction would be to how awkward you were inevitably about to be. you try to keep your head down, like you couldn’t care less about when he’s coming, paying attention to your phone. this, of course, just means that his voice, all the way from across the lawn, scares the shit out of you.
“i can’t believe you tried to ghost me,” he says loudly, voice traveling, catching the attention of a few too many people, completely negating the quietness of the spot you’ve chosen, arm outstretched, pointer finger perfectly in your direction as he closes the distance between the two of you. “after i watched your plants, bought you lunch, got you a cactus?”
shit shit shit shit shit shit. if it were anyone else, there would be a moment of fear, of terror, like you’ve certainly fucked something up, but with atsumu that wasn’t the case. his tone is light, perfectly airy, really, harboring a teasing nature that means the difference between fake annoyance and real. and there’s laughter bubbling up from your stomach, taking over the pit that has been sitting there since you first got his text message.
you really try not to let him win, to let him back into your good graces as easily as you’re about to. though, you’re actually not sure he’s done anything wrong in the first place, not when you’re the one that basically turned him down, not vice versa. he’s still here, still trying to be your friend, still making an effort.
“i know where you live,” he shouts.
just like before, you feel all of your resolve slipping away. your lips upturn, smile wide as you let the laughter come in waves, clutching at your stomach when the feeling doesn’t stop for some reason. he takes a seat beside you, “come on, yn, people are staring. it wasn’t that funny,” he smirks.
still throwing tiny flirts and inside jokes in your direction.
he’s looking gorgeous yet again. you only notice it, unfortunately, when he’s sitting right next to you, shoulder pressed up against yours, stealing a grape from your fruit cup. he’s to blame, really, for looking that good stealing your food.
“i’m sorry i’ve been absent the past couple of days,” you say, and you mean it too much to care about how genuine it sounds in comparison to your typical taunting.
you wait for him to keep it up, the poking fun, or at the very least ask you why you were gone, all outcomes that you really didn’t want to deal with. instead, however, he takes another piece of fruit from the plastic cup, “no sweat.” he shrugs, “just don’t do it again.”
you exhale something adjacent to a laugh, “alright, yeah, deal.”
he reaches over once more, hand open and moving towards your fruit cup. you smack his shoulder, “oh my god, get your own.” it’s effortless, the playfulness that comes out of you, and it’s making you feel like the past three days never even happened. he pauses and looks like he’s deep in thought.
“nah,” he reaches forward again. this time a smack doesn’t do it, because despite you hitting his hand, wrist, forearm, wherever you can reach, multiple times, he just keeps pushing forward. there might be a metaphor somewhere there.
you grab onto his arm, “are you kidding?” it takes more of your strength than you’re willing to admit, wrapping both arms around his bicep and trying to pull him away, but he just keeps on. “i paid 5 whole dollars for that,” you groan, voice strained by the effort of your attempts as you practically crawl on top of him. he pulls his arm back further like it’s nothing at all to counteract the weight of your entire body on his arm, laughing as he does so. you make one final attempt, springing forward.
“‘tsumu, seriously.”
and then he stops, blush spreading across his nose and cheeks. he clears his throat, doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he’s staring at you and you’re 100% certain that his blush is contagious. you don’t know whether to tease him or apologize or just carry on. you let your arms hang around his, knees on either side of his thigh.
eventually, you lean back into the balls of your feet, creating a bit more distance between the two of you slowly. it’s like your movement made the moment real, made it come back to life. he smiles, shakes his head. “you’re something else, you know that?”
all you can do is smile proudly, still frozen in this position and a tiny part of you, the smallest goddamn bit, wishes that there was something off about the interaction, but you can’t find a single bitter feeling anywhere.
/++/
that night, you hear it. the second that it starts, you’re worried that it’s going to send you back into whatever that was again, but the only worrying that you actually end up doing is worrying about worrying. the thumping is soft. even in your bed, you can barely hear it. most of the time it fades into the background and only once every few minutes are you reminded that it’s even happening.
still, you’re convinced that any minute now all of that is going to change, the pace is going to pick up, the noises are going to get louder, you just know it.
and then you fall asleep. during the lull between soft reminders, you drift off and in the morning you don’t really know what to feel. you just feel… normal?
you spend all morning worrying, then, that this normal is a false sense of security, that it’s going to start a weird cycle where you ditch atsumu for three days straight again, but while you’re getting ready, atsumu knocks on your door and offers to walk you to class even though his class doesn’t start until 10 and is on the other side of campus just because you mentioned that you get lonely on your 9 am walks in a passing text message during spring break.
the two of you walk to your class and atsumu tells you to meet him for lunch and you’re looking forward to it. you’re not even thinking about last night. maybe that’s because last night wasn’t too disruptive, but even still, you don’t spend the next nights waiting for something to happen. it just feels normal.
it’s much less frequent than before, still happening every few days, but not nearly as often as before you knew him. though, you traded constancy for knowing him. it didn’t matter how far between those nights were, they were different now. not completely, of course. you still drowned it out with your headphones, still went to go study instead of just sitting around and dealing with it, but it was the times that you didn’t leave that were really different.
before you used to just get annoyed at every noise that wasn’t a bedpost against your shared wall. the thumping was bad, but at least it was consistent. the squeaking, the moans, the muffled voices, now they weren’t just annoying. now you could see everything so clearly in your head. you had a face, a body, a personality to attribute to these actions.
every time these thoughts would start and your imagination wandered, you curbed it quickly. you didn’t let yourself indulge in them, only got so far as to tilt your head and listen closer one time. it felt like a breach of privacy, like you were betraying trust he didn’t even know he was instilling in you.
the sounds were easy enough to ignore, sure, but the feeling of the wall against your shoulder? that was a little harder to feign oblivion to. the thumping was sending waves through your entire body and even though you weren’t listening, you could picture it so clearly in your head, not the rhythm, but his rhythm. the abstracts of these actions were becoming so human, so atsumu.
when you close your eyes you can see him, but you don’t see him over his shoulder or like a movie, no. you see him like you’re underneath him, like you’re the one making him shake the wall. you take a deep breath, hands moving on their own as they pull your headphones off, setting them on your side table so gently, like if you were too rough, atsumu would be able to hear you.
your heart is beating so violently against your chest and there is a tiny voice in the back of your head telling you that this is probably a bad idea, but you can hear him now, muffled but still audible, the groans and deliberate small praises. you slide your palm over your neck, squeezing gently, following your body down, digging your own nails into your collarbones, skimming over your chest. if you weren’t so aware that these noises had been going on for some time already, you might have teased yourself a bit more, let you feel yourself a bit more, but his moans are getting more desperate and you can’t hold yourself back.
your hand is slow as it moves between your legs, two fingers slipping between your lips and you’re almost embarrassed at how wet you are already. whoever else is in that room is sobbing, crying out his name and it’s not your voice, but you imagine that it is, like you’re the one he’s turned into this babbling mess.
you push two fingers inside of yourself and it’s not enough, not big enough, not long enough, but it’ll do for now. you move your fingers in time with the thumping against the wall, getting faster when he does.
“yeah? is it good?” he says, words punctuated by a faster pace. “tell me how good it is.”
“‘s so good,” you say under your breath, shoving another finger inside of yourself, other hand digging into the fat of your hip just like you’re imagining atsumu would.
“reach down and rub that fucking clit,” he groans through gritted teeth, the banging of the wall getting a bit less consistent. “fuck, that’s good.”
you move your other hand down, rubbing small circles into your clit as you finger yourself as fast as his pace is letting you. a whine is trapped in your throat, coming out in the form of a small, low hum as you roll your hips onto your fingers.
“deeper, atsumu, deeper, please,” you hear someone cry.
you know that you should probably feel jealous, and you do, but more than anything you feel yourself flood, your entire body warm as your sloppy hole quivers around your own fingers, around atsumu’s cock. you feel delusional.
“not yet. not until ya’ve earn it,” he growls, “tighten that pussy around me. milk my cock.” the moan tears out of you without warning, throaty and taken, barely audible, mouth agape as you tighten around your own fingers. it’s not just what he’s saying, it’s how he sounds while he’s saying it, that fucking accent - thicker and stronger than any other time you’ve heard it. you’re shaking, your own mind deceiving you, telling you that one day you’ll coax it out of him, take him so well that you can barely fucking understand him.
you’re so close, so fucking close, but you don’t want to finish until he has, want to hear him as he comes, pay close attention to what he sounds like so you can play it on repeat everytime you fuck yourself
“good girl,” he says, and it’s like it was made for you.
you’re whispering thank yous under your breath. you’re convinced he can hear them, that he knows how grateful you are for them. “gonna come,” you warn him.
“‘m almost there, fuck,” he grunts and the wall shakes harder, harsher. “fuck.” his voice is throaty. his breathing is labored, heavy. and then the walls stop shaking. a single strangled moan rips from atsumu, a string of mumbles and obscenities that you can’t really make out follow and you come all over your fingers, fucking yourself through your orgasm as your walls flutter around your all-too-small fingers.
you pull your hands from between your legs, resting them at your side, chest rising and falling so heavily that you’re surprised you’re still conscious. fuck, you were going to need a minute to recover.
she obviously is not given that luxury. you hear some murmurs and mumbles, hear the bed groan, keys jingle, and a door open and then immediately shut. if you wanted to, you could go over there right now and see exactly what he looks like after something like that, but you can’t really move, couldn’t get up from your bed let alone put proper clothes on and walk over there despite how tempting that sounds.
after everything clears, you’re waiting for the regret to sink in, for the guilt to take its place, but it doesn’t. sure, it feels a bit taboo, but if you really regretted it, you wouldn’t have kept doing it. you wouldn’t have kept listening, kept masturbating to it, wouldn’t have stayed up waiting for it to happen.
and you’re not sure if it’s a good or a bad thing, how easy it was for you to face him during the day, to ask him how his nights were and to flirt with him in the same way that you used to. your relationship stays the same, good, great even. you continue to hang out just as much as you used to despite the fact that you knew things about him and his sex like that maybe you shouldn’t have known.
you learned things, patterns, kinks, all because atsumu was perfectly inconsiderate, maybe cluelessly oblivious.
it wasn’t just the one time that she left minutes after everything was said and done, it was every time. in fact, if you really wanted to, you could, without even listening for the click of the door, go over there without catching her just on the basis of how consistent it was.
you knew that he loved to hear his own name during sex, moaned and panted and screamed and whined. he asked for it frequently, for them to call out his name, always seemed to be motivated by it.
you knew that he loved to be deep throated, but that no one could really take him as deep as he wanted to go. you wouldn’t admit to anyone the lengths you’ve gone to attempt it, even bought a new dildo just to open up your throat and to reach deeper and stretch you wider than your fingers could now. it felt so good, reached so deep. you could picture it as atsumu’s, use it whenever he boasted about how deep he was inside of you, how big his cock was, how well you took him.
you knew that his head is sensitive, could tell exactly when someone was paying extra attention to it based on his whimpers alone. you knew that there was one time that he got fingered and you have never heard him react so much to one thing. you knew that he loved to come deep inside, would ask if he could between sweet kisses, and when he got a positive response, he was gone in seconds.
you knew that he loved dirty talk, though most of his partners usually left that up to him. the stunned silence that dirty talking right back could result in is something that didn’t happen enough, not when he was so fucking good. he deserved it all and thensome. he deserved everything that he wanted all at once, wrapped up in a neat little bow.
and it just kept happening, this weird cycle of finding out more and more about atsumu’s sex life intercut with the two of you casually hanging out finding out more and more about atsumu’s life life.
but sometimes the stars would align, sometimes they had a hand in each other in ways that you could have never even dreamed of.
/++/
“do you have lunch plans, because you do now,” atsumu says in one quick string, jogging to catch up with you when he spots you on campus on his walk back to the dorm.
“i actually already do have lunch plans,” you say, “but if i didn’t-.”
he cuts you off, face twisting into evident confusion, “just cancel them and come hang out with me instead.”
“no can do,” you say, shaking your head for emphasis, “i’ve bailed on them like three times already i think….” you pause, counting on your fingers, “for you. every time.”
“great, so one more isn’t that big of a deal,” he says, still walking along with you as you walk towards your rendezvous spot.
you laugh, “you know i think your persistence is cute, but it’s just not going to work this time.”
“but i don’t have lunch plans,” he complains.
“you could come have lunch with us,” you offer. you’re not sure if he’s going to go crazy for the idea, but at least it might be better than eating alone.
“yea, right,” atsumu furrows his eyebrows, “i don’t think so. your friends don’t like me very much.”
“you’ve never even hung out with them,” you reason.
“i met your one friend that one time and i don’t think he likes me,” atsumu replies and despite the fact that you’re still walking towards lunch with your friends and despite the fact that he knows that, he’s still following alongside you.
“i don’t think you liked him very much,” you retort.
atsumu’s silence seems like a pretty strong tell, but then he speaks up, “yn, he called me the volleyball guy.”
“that’s a compliment, probably.”
“ha ha,” atsumu fakes.
“come on,” you say, taking his hand in yours and dragging him along, “let’s go have lunch with my friends, tsumu.”
he narrows his eyes at you, mouth about to open to protest, but he just can’t. “i never should have told you how i feel about that nickname.”
“well, then i’d never use it,” you point out.
he’s quiet for a beat. “yea, no, that’s much worse.”
/++/
when you approach the picnic table, atsumu’s hand in yours, oikawa is the first person to notice you, shooting a questioning look your way without notifying the rest of the guys who are arguing over god knows what. be cool, you mouth. the smile on oikawa’s face doesn’t exactly read cool, it reads more mischievous.
you absolutely made a mistake.
“yn-chan!” oikawa gets up, yanking iwaizumi up with him and moving around to the other side of the table with matsukawa.
“what- what are you doing?” iwa asks, very evidently confused as to why oikawa is disrupting him in the middle of a heated argument. “yn can sit by issei, why are-.”
he’s not.
“no! it’s okay! maki’s saved you a seat,” oikawa explains, waving both you and iwa off.
the argument ceases, attention turns to you as a broad topic, but the focus is absolutely on the interlocked fingers between you and atsumu. now you have to make the choice to drop his hand or be confident about it and you’re not sure you can do either one. and, on top of that, worry about the fact that you’ve really just brought atsumu into the foxes den without even thinking.
though, atsumu never does leave you hanging. and, like always, he usually does surprise you.
atsumu tightens his grip on your hand, holding tight as he picks his arm up and throws it around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. you know that he’s soaking in the expressions that it’s elicited. slight tinge of anger on one, confusion on another, surprise on another. you just wish that you could somehow warn him about oikawa’s look of confounded vex.
“atsumu’s going to be joining us for lunch if that’s cool,” you say, not waiting for a response as you sit down next to hanamaki. you assume it’s going to be weird, moving in time with atsumu draped on your shoulder, but he follows your lead. when you’re both sitting on the bench, he withdraws his arm, placing both forearms on the table after offering a small wave.
oikawa, you knew, could infer without even knowing his name, maki’s already met him, but you’re not sure that issei and hajime are completely understanding the extent of what’s happening, why oikawa is on offense right now.
“so, how do you know yn?” oikawa asks, an iced coffee straw between his teeth.
“well, we met because we live next to each other, but now we’re best friends,” atsumu explains and you don’t have to look at maki to know he wants to hit him right now.
but this question wasn’t to provoke maki; it was to silently explain to the other people at the table what exactly was happening. iwa and issei instantly look gobsmacked. you don’t even know if they try to stop it, but if they do, they’re doing a terrible job.
“ah! that’s right!” oikawa chirps, “that neighbor we’ve heard all about.”
everyone is quiet for a second, waiting to see how atsumu will respond, but he doesn’t give oikawa nearly enough of a reaction. “well, i’m oikawa, this is iwa-chan, matsukawa, and you already know maki. of course, you know maki. anyone who knows yn knows maki.”
“yeah, we’ve met,” maki responds, smiling at oikawa’s description of him, “how’s volleyball?”
you shoot oikawa a warning glare as iwaizumi and issei start a conversation with atsumu about volleyball. watch it, you mouth. oikawa just looks confused, but you catch the slight smile that he throws in maki’s direction.
the conversations are split now. atsumu is talking to iwa and issei, conversation shifting from volleyball to iwaizumi’s goals for the future in athletic training. even with all of the shenanigans that oikawa’s already executed, atsumu is deep in thoughtful conversation with half of your friend group and if it isn’t making your heart swell up for some reason.
you lower your voice for only the otherside of the table to hear, “if you don’t knock it off…”
“then what, yn?” oikawa smirks.
“i’m going to bring hajime into this,” you narrow your eyes. it’s always a gamble bringing up hajime with oikawa. sometimes it works like a charm, a perfect pacifier to a fired up oikawa, but sometimes it backfires, just driving oikawa in the exact opposite direction of where you’re trying to get him to go. maybe you shouldn’t have bet on hajime today.
“no one likes a tattletail,” oikawa whispers, “you’ll see.”
the anticipation is back, something that you really didn’t want to return for a while. you’ve had enough of it this semester if you’re being honest. atsumu stays, thankfully, paying attention to his half of the table, laughing along with the two men about whatever they’re talking about while you face maki.
he’s not necessarily talking to you about anything in particular, just about his day and updating you on the situation with one of his old coworkers, telling jokes and just being maki. when he mentions something stupid, something unreasonably funny, it takes you by surprise, letting your head fall and clash against maki’s shoulder, holding the other one in your hand as laughter bellows from the two of you as if you were alone.
all at once, you’re taken out of the moment as you feel a hand rest on your thigh, long fingers spanning over the fabric of your skirt, curling around the hem. you slowly bring your head up, arm still resting on maki’s other shoulder and maybe this was oikawa’s plan all along, to get you to sit between maki and atsumu and feel it as much as you’re feeling it right now.
if only that were the case.
oikawa butts in on atsumu, matsukawa, and iwaizumi’s conversation, completely disregarding whatever they’re talking about. “hajime and i are together,” oikawa says, throwing his arm around iwaizumi’s shoulder, pulling him closer in a very familiar way.
“oh, that’s great,” atsumu says, evidently confused at the relevance and the disruption.
iwaizumi grabs oikawa’s wrist, throwing it off of him, “you’re being weird, kawa. you don’t even put your arm around me, i put my arm around you if anything-”
oikawa ignores him completely, “you know, that reminds me of something!” he points repetitively at atsumu as if he’s remembering something for the first time that he has to blurt out or he’ll never remember it again. he leans forward like he’s telling a secret.
no.
no.
no.
“y’know, maki and yn used to date,” oikawa says in a tone that you would use to tell someone a fun fact. atsumu stills, hand withdrawing from your lap as he turns to face the two of you. your hand is lingering on maki’s shoulder and you don’t want to move it because then it seems suspicious.
you turn to face atsumu, letting your hand drop from maki’s shoulder. you can’t read the expression on atsumu’s face again. you’re not a fan of that feeling.
“really?” is all atsumu asks, nothing more.
you clear your throat, “yeah, during freshman and sophomore year when all of us became friends in the first place.”
“hm,” he hums, and everyone is just waiting for something more, a bigger reaction, a scoff, a confrontation.
but atsumu never does leave you hanging. and, like always, he usually does surprise you.
atsumu snakes his arm around your waist, protective grasp punctuated by his fingertips digging into your side, the pads of his fingertips brushing against your skin as he pushes them under your loose shirt. he pulls you closer to him, slides you across the bench, away from maki, your side now pressed up against his. “yeah, but you’re just friends now, so,” atsumu shrugs and continues on with his conversation that oikawa interrupted previously.
maki and oikawa look more shocked than atsumu did. there’s a slight trace of annoyance on oikawa’s features, but maki’s is just complete shock, not animosity, just shock.
the rest of lunch goes by without another oikawa fueled hitch.
/++/
today could’ve gone a lot differently.
if oikawa wasn’t oikawa and atsumu wasn’t atsumu then it would’ve gone very differently, you’re sure. one very important difference being that you wouldn’t be here, in bed, about to fall asleep only to be woken up to that familiar sound. or, at the very least, if things would’ve gone much differently you would’ve felt too bad, too awkward, too guilty to pull the dildo from your bedside table even though you really had no intention of fucking yourself tonight.
you liked these nights the most, the ones where you were able to take it all in, tease yourself just like you’re sure he was teasing her. you could listen and be patient and follow along so nicely, but you don’t get that same luxury tonight. it’s all very quick, very fast paced and atsumu is being uncharacteristically quiet.
when he slips inside of her, you can hear the snag in his breath, and you mimic it, pushing the dildo inside of you. then you feel the vibrations. you really feel the vibrations, harder than you’ve ever felt that. it doesn’t feel like just your wall is shaking, it feels like your whole room is shaking, it’s harsh.
“fuck, is that good?” atsumu asks, the first thing he’s said all night and you can’t believe how much you missed his voice. mmhm, you whine. you can’t make the dildo fuck you as fast and as hard as you know atsumu is going right now. your arm won’t move that fast, not while feeling the stroke of his entire cock. it’s not as good as he is and you know it.
“tell me,” atsumu huffs, and usually it’s muffled, but you feel like you can hear it clear as day, right in your ear, “tell me i’m the best you’ve ever had.” your hand stops, motions cease. did you hear him correctly? it sounded so clear, you can’t be mistaken. maybe you’re making things up or putting meaning to things that aren’t really like that. you shake it off, hand moving again trying to match his speed.
he’s already out of breath, panting, and you’re realizing that the reason you haven’t been able to really hear her is because she hasn’t stopped making noise this whole time, a low, monotonous crying that hasn’t changed a bit.
“tell me,” he says, voice just as harsh as his movements.
“fuck, atsumu, you’re the best i’ve ever had.” you can’t imagine it’s not the truth. the same sentence falls out of your mouth.
“yeah? i’m better than him?” he asks, groans getting more possessive, pleas getting more desperate. he can’t even wait for her to respond, needs to hear it now. “tell me, fuck, tell me i’m better than him.” you can’t breathe. it’s not a coincidence. it can’t be. you’ve listened to atsumu have sex enough times to know that this isn’t just some kink thing that he likes. this is pointed. this is fueled. and you know exactly by what.
she listens quickly, which is fair considering that this is probably the best she’s ever felt, despite not really understanding what he’s asking her to say, “you’re so much better than him. fuck, you’re so good, atsumu.”
“yea? ‘m bigger than him, make you feel so much better than him,” atsumu groans, no longer asking, room shaking as he chases his high, “fuck need to fill you, please, fuck.”
“yes, fuck, fill me.”
“gonna fill you so full, make you feel so much fuller than he can, every drop just for you,” he whines. shit, you wanted to hear those whines in your dreams.
“every drop for me,” you whimper, pumping the cock in and out of you, clenching around the thickness, so fucking close despite the few times you couldn’t help but stop.
“just for you, -” he grunts, pretty little scream hitting him and you’re sure that tonight wasn’t just incredible for whoever he was inside of right now. it’s not the scream that sends you over the edge, but the beginning sounds of your name that fall from his tongue but are quickly cut short.
you push the dildo out of the way, body and mind exhausted by whatever just fucking happened. you count the seconds until this person is gone from atsumu’s room. the lock clicks, door opens, then slowly shuts. in the quiet of the aftermath, you hear a heavy sigh and a loud, “fuck!” followed by another softer sigh.
maybe you had more of an effect on him than you thought.
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atsumu miya was the bane of your existence growing up. always making it his job to tease and taunt you daily. as time went on you detached yourself from the neighborhood kids, your frequent, unwanted presence merely becoming a thing of the past. however, the summer of '98 causes you and atsumu to face the past.
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"ma, when yer son comes home from college yer supposed to keep him in not kick him out!" atsumu groaned as his head fell onto the cold kitchen counter, "especially when i'm your favorite-"
"what-"
it was finally summer vacation, and all the miyas were back in their nest. the formerly eerily quiet kitchen was once again full of life; the sweet smell of vanilla filled the air as pancakes were flipped on the electric griddle; the bright sun warmed the table cloth that covered the glass dining table; and loud hearty accents were doubled in sound as the two boys were back.
"both of y'all are gettin' kicked out," the older woman places the now finished pancakes onto a plate. "it just so happens that samu listens to what I have ta say, and chooses where he wants ta go ahead of time."
the grey haired twin smiles up at his mom with a 'thanks' as she places a stack of pancakes in front of him. "i'm goin' to grandma and grandpa's farm ta help out at their cafe," he sticks his tongue out at atsumu making him roll his eyes.
"whatever," his arms crossed over his chest, "I don't like that stinky farm anyway." atsumu flinches as he feels his mom yank upon his ear in disapproval.
"good! ya won't have ta 'cause yer workin' at a summer camp!" mrs. miya smiles as atsumu's jaw practically reaches the depths of hell. "our neighbor suggested it--"
"which neighbor so i know whose lawn koda can piss on--OW!" mr.miya strikes the faux blond with his now rolled morning paper.
"language," the older man sits beside his son, coffee now in hand. "y/n's mother came up with that great idea--the girl's been working there since high school--ya remember her right?"
"yeah, i remember fishbowls--OW!" osamu was now on the receiving end of the sunday morning paper, the boy now reaching for his battered forehead. the action instantly stifled atsumu's laughs.
the faux blond covers his head, "ya want me to go work with that freak for the whole summer?" he asks through gritted teeth, actively guarding his head.
"y/n is a beautiful young lady who is doin' great things," mama miya points her spatula at the boys, "she's actually in school studyin' biology to become a doctor now!"
"oh, who would've thought that fishbowls was gonna be in a nerdy major?" atsumu comments, sarcasm dripping in his tone, making osamu snicker.
osamu sits up straight, "'do ya wanna come over and see my new experiment?" he mocks a nerdy accent as he pushes his fake glasses up the bridge of his nose making his brother burst at the seams in laughter.
"come on! y'all haven't seen the girl since she changed schools in middle school," the older miya says as he sips his coffee.
"yea cause she was always cooped up in her room readin' or some shit," atsumu mumbles as he messes with the pancakes in front of him.
"well, i guess this summer will be the perfect time ta give her a chance!" mama miya smiles as she brushes her hands off on her apron, ignoring his groans, "and ya better get packin' 'cause ya leave next week."
insane in the membrane by cyrprus hill blares through the stereo setup of the 1989 lexus is 400. osamu's sunglass rest upon his nose as he drives through rural hyogo, fingers tapping on the steering wheel to the beat. atsumu sits in the passenger seat mumbling along to the lyrics, hand resting outside of the window.
atsumu furrows his eyebrows as he looks over at his brother, "is it too late for me ta come ta the farm with ya?"
"...ya called it stinky--"
"but a whole summer--three months with fishbowls--sounds like i'll be slittin' ma wrist with a spoon," atsumu groans as he sinks further into his seat.
osamu chuckles as he glances over at the drama queen, "think positive! what if she's like hella fine now?"
the two look between each other before bursting out in laughs.
"i'll miss yer goofy ass this summer 'samu!" he says as he wipes a fake tear from his eye.
not even thirty minutes later the sight of tall trees completely consumed the car. the smell of marukawa bubble gum was replaced with fresh water and earthy cedar trees. the road got bumpy as atsumu poked his head out of the window, finally seeing the massive sign marking the entrance of the summer camp: ' firefly valley.'
as osamu slowed the car atsumu instantly started to scratch, "i think i'm allergic ta this place."
"they're called mosquitos--now get outta my car!"
"we won't see each other for almost three months and this is how you wanna say goodbye?" atsumu fakes a pout as he unbuckled his seatbelt making his twin roll his eyes. as osamu pulled his bag out of the car, atsumu looked up at the trees that never seemed to end; and down at the dirt that somehow already got onto his white sneakers.
the feeling of his duffle bag shoved into his chest grabbed atsumu's attention as he looked up to be met with the flash of osamu's digital camera. he sighs with a smile as he pulls the camera from his face, "man, grandma is gonna love this! might even hang it on the fridge." he snickers making atsumu glare but the frustrated feeling is instantly dropped as osamu pulls him into a hug.
"ya better not come back with headgear and a new love for readin'" he teases making atsumu laugh.
"no promises!" he says as he pulls away, "call me when ya get ta the farm."
"i will," osamu waves one final time as he gets into the car, driving off leaving atsumu at the camp. dirt kicks up from the wheels making the faux blond flinch back, unfortunately bumping into someone. he swiftly apologizes as he turns around but he's quickly dismissed as the man doesn't seem phased.
"ya must be atsumu miya," the man smiles, "welcome to camp! i'm kyo," he sticks his hand out and atsumu shakes it with a tight lipped smile. "follow me and i'll show ya the leader cabins and around camp along the way."
with wide eyes, atsumu looks around the camp in awe. even though he just moved to a bigger and busier city--tokyo--he hadn't realized how much he missed this. he was instantly transported back to his earlier summers spent at his grandparents' farm. the bright blue sky created a stunning gradient into the shimmering lake. the trees looked as if they could go on forever--as if they were reaching for the sun. the oh so familiar smell of sunblock attacked his nostrils as the smaller versions of his volleyball nets made a smile creep upon his face.
atsumu looked ahead at the sound of kyo's voice, directing him to his cabin that he would share with other leaders for the next three months. the faux blond thanked him as he rested his bags on the floor beside his bed. the brown-haired man was about to leave before he remembered something.
"make sure to stop by the main office to get yer shirts and badge--someone should be in there to help ya out!" and before atsumu could ask him where exactly the main office was, he was gone.
he sighed as he hooked his sunglasses onto the collar of his t-shirt,. atsumu made his way out of the cabin, looking around intently for any resemblance, or sign that could possibly lead him to his destination.
after about ten minutes of wandering around, the dark green and white building came into his view. one could tell it was old with the way the paint was chipping--the intense weathering it endured was evident.
he opened the screened door to be met with a welcomed blast of air conditioning, a content sigh left his lips as he looked around. the sound of a voice caught his attention leading him to follow it around a corner and into what looked like a waiting area.
the back of a spinny chair was what atsumu first saw. the back of an occupied spinny chair! a finger peeked out as it twirled the cord of the phone, looping and unlooping as you talked on the phone.
"yes, ms.tanaka i will personally make sure that hiro has easy access to his inhaler..." you smiled into the phone, adjusting in your seat completely unaware of the nearly drooling simpleton behind you.
he couldn't see you but he could just tell that you were hot. maybe it was the way he could imagine your perfectly manicured nails combing through his hair as you whispered sweet nothings in his ear with your heavenly voice or maybe he was simply deluded.
"of course, you know i've never let anything happen to hiro--i figure you'd want him back in one piece at the end of the summer...yes yes of course! it is my job," you laugh softly making atsumu's heart skip a beat, "feel free to call back if you have any more questions...alright, I can't wait to see hiro!...have a nice day , bye bye."
as you hang up the phone atsumu can barely contain his excitement as dozens of scenarios run through his mind of what he would say to you--a grin kept sneaking up his lips which he quickly pushed away to keep up his cool facade.
he quickly gets into position as he rests upon the desk, instantly grabbing your attention as he knocks down a pen holder. you whip your head around only to feel the wind get stuck within your throat.
it suddenly becomes hard to breathe as you're unable to say anything let alone move, and you think that you could use hiro's inhaler right about now. your horrified expression makes atsumu's heart drop as he quickly scrambles to pick up the mess he had made.
"h-hey it's alright, i can get it cleaned up real quick!" he awkwardly laughs in nervousness and embarrassment as he realizes he had just made a fool of himself in front of one of the prettiest girls he's ever seen. he tries to fight off the blush on his cheeks, and runs through excuses in his mind--the heat!
you finally manage to catch your breath and look up at him. the boy who made your adolescence a living hell. the man who is now invading one of your safe spaces.
"what do you want?" your tone is harsh, but not harsh enough in your opinion. however, the blond doesn't take much notice as he stares down at you with a goofy look on his face.
"atsumu miya," he sighs dreamily, "name please," he grins, completely oblivious to your look of disgust and the incoherency of his sentence. your eyebrow raises and confusion coats your face. you think he must not recognize you and it's a fair assumption considering you made it a mission to avoid the miyas and the other neighborhood kids once you hit puberty to preserve your sanity...and dignity--what was left of it.
on the other hand, it was as if you had no chance to erase his face from your memory. hell, the universe never gave you a chance to.
"look at the twins! they're committing to that powerhouse school!"
"did you see that atsumu's the best high school setter in japan?"
"can you believe that atsumu's ready been offered to join msby?"
"atsumu looks amazing in his media pictures for msby don't ya think?"
you allowed your expression to soften, "so...you don't know who I am?" you cross your arms over your chest, leaning onto the desk making the blond's hands grow sweaty.
"the girl of ma dreams," he bites down on his lip to hide his smile.
you deadpan before rolling your eyes making atsumu straighten up, "o-or i'd like ta get ta know...if ya let me." he suddenly feels bashful? something the faux blond is greatly unfamiliar with...maybe you were a witch.
you look him up and down, making his cheeks heat up all over again, "i think you'll freak when i tell you." you narrow your gaze at him, unknowingly feeding his supicsions.
in one of his boldest moves of the day, he leans down towards you, "try me," he smirks.
you look up at him through your lashes, quickly thinking of all of his possible reactions. your lips begin to twitch up into an almost wicked smile, "do ya really wanna know?" he you lean up closer towards him, making his heart rate increase.
"more than anythin'," he breathes out, tuning out the sound of his beating heart.
your gaze darkens, "does fishbowls ring a bell?" your sickening smile doesn't dare to falter as you watch atsumu flinch back in confusion, his face twisting into multiple emotions as he tries to process the sound of the cruel nickname leaving your lips.
he leans forward a bit to look at your face, looking for any features that may have resembled his insanely nerdy neighbor.
"...y/n?"
"in the flesh."
notes !
☆ mr. and mrs. miya adore y/n. they have always admired her manners and academic ambition. that led to them always urging the twins to hang out with her and also partially ignited their disdain toward the girl.
☆ y/n never picked up the hyogo accent even though she lived there her whole life. immersion wasn't enough as her parents didn't speak the dialect either. this further isolated y/n from the neighborhood kids.
☆ when y/n said her name atsumu didn't buy it at first until he looked at her closer and noticed the scar that she had on her eyebrow. the same scar that he gave her after throwing a ball at her too hard while trying to be funny. the ball broke her glasses and they cut into her face.
☆ y/n honestly thought she was gonna pass out from lack of airflow to her brain when she saw atsumu again in person after all of those years.
i hope you enjoyed! this is a draft from my wattpad that i'm reworking :) if you'd like to be tagged just let me know!
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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.
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at first sight
ft. kageyama, daichi, sugawara, tsukishima, osamu, atsumu
kageyama.
the first time he sees you, he knows you’re the one — the knows the same way he knew when his grandfather had put a volleyball into his one year old arms, the same way he knew when he’d hit his first perfect service ace, the same way he knows on the first of september, on the first breath of chilly morning air that fall is here. he knows because when he bumps into you outside ariake station, all flustered fingers and a too-deep frown and the stuttering question of excuse me, how exactly do you get to ariake stadium? on his lips, you’d smiled instead of stared, glanced down at the crumpled directions suga-senpai had written down for him for a single second before jerking your head towards the wide crosswalk, asking him to follow you and he had, without a second thought. he’d known then, deep in the seat of his stomach, like a swallowed pill or a really well-done bowl of noodles that you were going to be the one. he doesn’t know why — can’t explain the science or the sanity, but when he’d asked you, again in that strained, stuttering voice of his, still frowning too hard, if you could leave your number because he wanted to thank you with maybe a drink, or… something else if you don’t drink. i mean, i can’t drink since it’s the peak season but… and you’d reached for the piece of paper, scribbled down your number and winked, he had known. the same way he knew before every service ace against france — he had known. oh, this is it. you’re the one i’ve been waiting for.
daichi.
the first time he sees you, he’d… well, he had doubted. because, you see, he’s never been one for fairytales but you were the new hire at suga’s school and he’d seen how good you were with the kids, how they adored you, and he thought that maybe, just maybe, he could adore you like that too. and he did — still does, in fact. he’d known later that night, when suga had dragged him to an after school thing, shoved him down at the table and ordered a round of drinks, though daichi’s sure he’d already been drunk on the sound of your laughter, bright and sparkling and champagne sweet. he’d known later that week, when you’d shown up outside the station with a colorfully wrapped bento and the sweetest smile, saying something about having made too much food the night before, and that the station’s on the way to work anyways. he’d known then that you were the one, the only one for him. and you see, daichi’s never been one for fairytales but he does believe in magic — there’s the magic of meeting, the magic of knowing, and so much the magic of falling in love. and he wakes up every morning, smiling, knowing that he’ll taste that same magic every moment of every day, because he gets to spend all those days and all those nights with you.
sugawara.
the first time he sees you, he knows you’re the one — he knew like he’d always known himself, implicitly and without question — he knew, and he told everyone in the world — except for you. of course, he could never tell you — not yet, not till he’s gotten it perfect, the perfect confession, the perfect day, the perfect time — except a part of him also knows that there’s no such thing as perfection (except, of course, for you) and that all he’s doing is stalling and sure, even tsukishima had called him out on it but he’d convinced himself that not yet. it takes three months for him to ask you out on your first date. and three days after that for him to have a wedding fully planned in his head. the first time you kiss, you kiss him, and he can’t really remember what the pair of you were doing but he can remember it was cold — it was winter, and then suddenly, your lips were on his and he wasn’t cold anymore. he wasn’t anything anymore other than happy — so, so stupidly happy. he knew then, like he’d known for so, so many days and months before, that you were the one. the kiss — well (so he tells you later on, many years later), the kiss just sealed the deal.
tsukishima.
the first time he sees you, he knows you’re the one — of course he doesn’t tell anyone or do anything about it, because there’s no reason to make a fuss, is there? he knew like he’d known, somewhere in the back of his mind, that he’d never really be able to give up volleyball, that he loved it and loves it still. he knew, but knowing and acting on the knowing are two totally different things and see — he had no reason to think he and you might have anything in common, him with his quiet, museum-job, you with your summertime smile and sun-bleached hair, powdered sugar dusting the front of your apron as you greeted customers at the sweets shop down the street from the museum. he’d never had a beignet before he met you and yet — the first time he takes a bite, he thinks he might start to believe in love at first sight. when you ask him what he thinks, it takes everything in his power not to say i think i might be in love with you. he doesn’t say that, of course he doesn’t — he says something else he can’t remember, something casual and nonchalant, but you’d grinned like he said what he meant to say anyway. he takes another bite of the beignet and licks his lips. there’s powdered sugar everywhere and he finds that he doesn’t really mind.
osamu.
the first time he sees you, you’re talking to his twin brother. and it’s not a strange thing, atsumu’s always been the more outgoing on of the two, but he pauses nonetheless, pauses to stare even though he knows it’s rude, but… well, he can’t really help it. not when it’s you. and then atsumu is laughing and introducing you to him, saying something about you being the new assistant manager of the team but osamu’s entire world shrinks to the size of this counter, of a bowl of rice and the white of your teeth as you stretch your lips into a smile. the shop isn’t open yet, and you help him with tea. the whole team is there but osamu doesn’t remember a single thing anyone says — he just remembers the smooth of your skin when your leg had brushed up against his under the table. he remembers thinking then — ah, this is it, isn’t it? and so, it had been. it takes a week for atsumu to figure it out, and by then, osamu’s already taken you on three different dates to three different places. you’d laughed when he told you later on that atsumu had been pissed because apparently, he’d thought you were cute first. but you’d shaken your head, taken his hand in yours and swung them between your bodies, saying that y’know, the first time i saw you… i knew it’d be you.
atsumu.
the first time he sees you, you’re walking out of his brother’s shop — there’s a grain of rice at the edge of your lips and he nearly bumps into you because he can’t stop staring. he leans in to flick the rice grain off your face before he even knows your name, and that is how he knew. your blush had been too cute, your wide-eyed surprise to sweet for him to let go of. the rush of adrenaline making his whole body feel heady and light, the weight of the summer sky draped across his shoulders. he smirks, cocks his head, asks if you’d like another drink — on the house. he never imagined you might say no — and you don’t. atsumu’s never told anyone he believes in love at first sight — he’s never needed to. osamu has always known. they’d found volleyball together, hadn’t they? and hadn’t that been a decided thing too? the second he landed his first ace, he had known. and so, he claims, it had been like that with you. he’d ducked back into the shop, met osamu’s eyes, slung an arm around your shoulders and grinned. he knew, and you too, you’d known, even though it had taken him a while to coax it out of you, but he says the way you smiled gave it away. and maybe it did — not that it matters. he’d seen you that afternoon, coming out of his brother’s shop and he’d known there’d be no one else but you.
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OMG I SAW YOUR OIKAWA FINDING THE READER LOOKING AT FANFIC OF HIM AND NEED ONE OF ATSUMU
(If you can’t or don’t want to that’s fine though!!! <3)
hearts' day 010.
in which atsumu catches the love of his life longing for him through fanfiction of him.
"well, well, well... ain't this amusin'?"
your boyfriend asks you in a sultry tone, a sly smirk across his provocative face as his golden eyes glance down at you and the strings of words bunched up into paragraphs of him doting on you like you were his sweetheart.
though the difference between you and the reader was that, quite certainly, you were his sweetheart–and atsumu wasn't sure if that made things sadder or more amusing to him.
"dearest, why you gotta indulge yourself in these made-up scenarios of me lovin' ya when i'm finally home for the month and can love ya all break long?" he asked you in a teasing voice that made you squirm just a little bit, and a heat rush to your face as you furrowed your eyebrows at him, scouring your mind for an explanation, while your mouth blabbered stammered excuses over the other in a flustered attempt to hide your shame.
these little gestures of yours were too cute for atsumu to handle, and the blonde erupted in chuckles as he leaned closer to you, his nose brushing against the skin of your cheek. "my lover... don't be ashamed to miss me. you've got all the right ta do so, and dare i say... i'm kinda overdue for lovin' ya the way you deserve." he murmured in your ear, kissing the shell of your ear, making you squeak in surprise; eliciting another low chuckle from the man.
"now that's my sweetheart... c'mere, lemme make all yer dreams come true tonight."
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I’m Always With You
Osamu was busy playing PlayStation in the living room when Atsumu stormed into the house, slamming the door. Since their parents hadn't been home for a week, they could fight more easily every day. This time, they did not fight for trivial reasons. Disobeying Osamu had cost Atsumu dearly, and now he was paying the price.
“Tsumu! Slow down!” he said angrily from inside
"Shut up Samu!" he shouted back
Hearing a clatter from the kitchen, Osamu knew something was up. He dropped his game controller and went to the kitchen.
"What’s the matter with you?”
Osamu asked anxiously.
"Go away! Or I gonna vent my spleen from you!”
Osamu sighed and folded his arms and brought them together under his chest. He was perfectly sure of what Atsumu was getting so angry about.
“Is it the same story again?”
"It doesn't concern you! Go play your game!”
Osamu grabbed Atsumu's arm. He had a guess as to what was going on, but he wanted to hear the truth from Atsumu.
“Tsumu! Is it about that girl?"
"Don’t touch me!" he waved his arm, Atsumu
“Answer me Tsumu! What happened?"
Although Atsumu didn't want to tell, he couldn't suppress his anger any longer.
“Damn bitch! She cheated on me! And she did it while looking me in through teeth!
Osamu continued, trying to maintain his composure.
“I told you, didn't I? I said that girl is not for you! I warned you many times! I guess you were the only idiot who couldn't see that she's a lap hopping bitch. In the men's volleyball team and at school, there was no man she didn't sleep with. Everyone at school knew what he was worth. You were unfortunately too blind to see. I wouldn't want you to experience this painfully, but if you hadn't listened to me and been stupid in the first place, you wouldn't have to witness being cheated on."
“For God's sake shut up, Samu! I have enough trouble myself! And I can't deal with you"
Osamu was patient with his brother's anger and tried to keep his calm.
“You should be happy about that, Tsumu. Do you know why? You learned the hard way, but at least you could see that that girl is an incurable bitch. You should be glad you have no ties to him. Please don't hurt yourself any more. It hurts me so much to see you like this"
Atsumu went off the deep end. Because if he had dreamed that he would hear such a word from Osamu, he would not have believed it.
A painful smile spread across his face. Then he laughed helplessly
“Are you really the one who said that? I thought you hated me. Didn't you say it to my face, wish I didn't have a brother like you. Yes, we are brothers. We fight, then we make up. This is so normal. But that word you said was the most hurtful thing you've ever said, Samu. Now don't tell me you care about me."
“Tsumu, don't say that. Why wouldn't I care about you? I don't want you to be sad. No matter how much we fight, you are my only brother"
“You never once said you love me. Ever since we were little, you've never even hugged me. You never showed your love. So you have no right to say anything!!”
The emotional conversation between the two brothers resulted in Atsumu leaving the house in a rage. Osamu could only content himself with calling out to her from behind.
The door was slammed shut in his face. Atsumu would have been right. Osamu regretted that word a thousand times over. Now that Atsumu reminded him again, he began to feel worse guilt.
He sat down at the table and put his hands on his head. Atsumu always drove him crazy. No matter how much they fought, Osamu loved his brother very much. If something happened to him, he would be the first to come to his aid. If anything happened to Atsumu, he would die.
He was worried when Atsumu came out of the house in a rage. What was he doing outside and where was he going? Even though he didn't know this, he had a bad feeling. He was afraid that Atsumu would do something to him. He immediately ran to the hall and called Atsumu as he picked up his phone.
Atsumu made the call busy. He didn't push it because he knew he needed some alone time. Still, he didn't want to sit with his hands tied. It was the first time that she was so worried about her older brother, whom she never once said she loved, and she wanted to do something for him.
He wandered around the house idly. From time to time, he went to the kitchen and had a drink. His mind was still on Atsumu. He called again, but this time his phone was off.
Osamu began to fear. The possibility of self-harming was driving him crazy. If something happened to his brother, he wouldn't be able to live with this guilt for the rest of his life.
"Damn! Why would you turn off your phone, Tsumu?" he said to himself
A call suddenly landed on his phone. It was an unlisted number. Doubt kicked in again and he picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Good evening. Are you close to Atsumu Miya?”
A strange voice was speaking from the other line.
"Yes. I am his brother. Who are you?"
“We are calling you from the hospital. Your brother had an accident. Car crashed. Apparently he was crossing the street and had headphones on so he didn't hear the car approaching him.
Osamu's a chill ran down his back.He jumped right out. As soon as he got the address of the hospital, he set off. He got into the first taxi he saw on the road.
She was praying that nothing would happen to Atsumu. Today's fight should not have been their last fight with Atsumu… He was choking on the bustle. He told the driver to go a little faster. He wanted to get to the hospital as soon as possible and learn about his brother's condition.
When he arrived at the hospital, he immediately asked about Atsumu's condition. They said he was in surgery
Atsumu had suffered internal bleeding. Osamu couldn't sit still until the surgery was over. He waited at the door of the operating room until he got good news from the doctor. Finally, the doctor came out of the operating room.
"Doctor? How is my brother's condition?"
"He’s fine. He's out of danger. When his rib cracked, he damaged his internal organs. But we managed to stop the internal bleeding.”
Osamu was relieved
"Thanks god! Thank you so much, doctor. I am grateful to you. You saved my brother's life"
Osamu's voice trembled. A tear fell from his eye, trickled down his cheek
“Are you twins? You are very lucky. I always wanted to have a twin. Your brother is also very lucky. He has a related sibling like you. Get well soon. We'll take him to his room soon. You can meet when you wake up from anesthesia. But please don't tire the patient too much"
"Okay" he nodded
He was so happy that Atsumu was able to be saved that it was as if he had heard that he was going to heaven. If his brother's life wasn't heaven for him, what was?
When Atsumu awoke from narcosis, he found Osamu sitting beside him on stretcher. Their hands were clasped together. His blurred vision became clearer and he realized that it was Osamu standing at his head.
“Samu? Am I dead?"
"No. You're not dead, idiot! You just scared me so much"
"So what? am i alive I remember the last time I crossed the road.”
“I was looking for you! But you were preoccupied with the stupidity of opposing with headphones in your ear. You will never change Tsumu"
"I'm sorry Samu. At that time, the phone may have jumped out of my hand and fallen somewhere.
“Don't worry about him. The important thing is that you are well. After fighting every day, this is the first time I've been this scared and worried for you. And… I don't know if you can forgive me, but I'm sorry brother. Glad you're my brother, I'm so lucky to have you. I don't know what I would do without you. I love you bro"
Atsumu tried to smile without straining his scarred face too much.
“That's all I wanted to hear”
Osamu bent down from his seat, laid his head on Atsumu's chest, and hugged his brother tightly with warm affection.
“I would die if anything happened to you, Tsumu. I also want you to understand this. If there's anyone in your life who will never leave you, it's me. You realize that"
“I will never be able to get rid of you. I don't want to get rid of it anyway. You're the only one who won't let me go, Samu."
Osamu straightened up and kissed his brother's knuckles
“I'm going to the canteen. I'll get us both something to eat. Is there anything you want?"
"No. Whatever you get, I'll eat it"
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Jeez! I’d like to write more about Miya twins
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just shut up and kiss me
#insane that i’ve never drawn them before when i’ve been reading sakuatsu fanfic every day for two years#pls accept me into the skts hivemind !!!#haikyuu!!#haikyuu#sakusa kiyoomi#miya atsumu#sakuatsu#skts#sakuatsu fanart#arctvros
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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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2 SEATER ᡣ𐭩
atsumu miya x fem!reader college au
words: 1.2k
summary. just sweet sweet love making with your saccharine boyfriend in his 2 seater beamer. this is very self indulgent, i love sappy and sweet sexᡣ𐭩 this is also my first smut don’t roast me hehe
cw: smut, mdni 18+, car sex, established relationship, nicknames (i.e. baby, pretty), praise, dirty talk, creampie, markings, making out, atsumu’s unadulterated love for you,
squeak squeak squeak
the sound of atsumu’s ball joints creaking in the back of the parking lot of a movie theater can be heard if you got within 50 meters. any closer and you could hear the mewling and groaning going on inside of the bmw.
“tsumu, oh fuck, tsumu” you whine, gripping atsumu’s shoulders, leaving behind crescent shaped marks.
the windows are foggy and you feel like you’re on fire from how hot it is in his car.
the six foot man currently has you on hip lap, bouncing on his cock leaving you a babbling mess, chanting his name like a mantra. he’s reclined his seat, hands on your hips and biting his lip, eyeing you as you move up and down. the look of pure lust and love he’s giving you makes you squirm and clench around him even harder.
“that feel good, baby? yeah? my cock making you feel s’ good? hm?” he groans when your walls flutter around him, making him grip your hips harder which you were sure were going to leave a mark in the morning.
the lewd squelching sound of your juices mingling fills the car, along with pants and moans. his angled cock was bullying your insides, sticky tip hitting just right at that sensitive spot that had you seeing stars and leaving a hot white feeling growing in the pit of your stomach. you were left speechless, mind blank, only able to spew out a few words that consisted of only his name and a few curse words.
he looked angelic underneath you, kiss bitten lips, bangs stuck to his forehead from sweat, the tips of his ears were red, washboard abs littered with angry red scratches. he was a walking god, and you were just like a little nymph following him around, praising him and being utterly hopelessly devoted to him.
and you made him melt. left him with no words with the way you call out his name, begging him to kiss and hold you while he fucks up into your womb, leaving you aching and longing for more. the way your jaw was unhinged, spewing out his name because he was all that you could think about, your brain consumed by him and only him made him feel utterly euphoric knowing that he’s got you this fucked out.
he was a god, but you were his goddess. your lip tugged between your teeth, the hickeys and bite marks left around your neck and shoulder, perfect tits and perky nipples, and your voice, god your voice, calling out his name like a siren singing in his ear that made his whole body feel tingly from the tips of his finger all the way to his toes.
you hastily nod and murmur, “baby kiss me, kiss me, kiss me please tsumu.” you pant. he smashes your lips together, giant hand reaching for the back of your head to force you even closer. it’s hot and so, so needy, you feel your legs beginning to wear out from his kiss alone. teeth and tongue clashing, his saliva making its way down your lip and he nips at it. he snakes his other hand to the small of your back, pushing you against him so you’re chest to chest. the way your nipples rub against him every time you bounce has you shivering, leaving you soaking and wanting so much more.
the coil in your stomach begins to unravel and you’re moaning so loud. thighs quivering and your voice wobbles as you speak. “tsumu please, i can’t.” and he gives in so easily because the next thing you know he’s planting his feet on the floor and pistoning up into your fluttering hole.
you yelp and fall into his shoulder, biting at the intersection to keep you from sounding like such a needy bitch. this doesn’t go unnoticed by atsumu, who does not appreciate you silencing yourself. he reaches his hand down to tweak at your nipples and your mouth falls open into an o. “fuck, you look so pretty. love it when you call out my name. c’mon pretty, wanna hear all of it.” and you whine and whimper, writhing on top of him from the way his cock is bullying your poor abused pussy.
“tsumu, ‘m close! ‘m so close, please.” you sound so desperate and broken on his cock, he could listen to you all night like a broken record. he adjusts himself so he’s reaching even deeper inside of your velveteen walls, hitting all the spots he knew would be a one way ticket to an earth shattering orgasm. “oh fuck! right there, right there tsumu. gonna cum gonna cum!” you mewl, tears welling in your eyes as the bliss is too great for your body.
“shit baby, squeezin me so tight. only i can make you feel good like this yeah? tell me who’s pussy this is. hm? who’s is it?” his pace is brutal and you’re teetering on the edge, he tweaks your nipple again and you babble.
“‘s yours! all yours! only yours! fuckkkk, love you! love you so much tsumu! love you so fucking much! please.” and you moan so loud when you finally cum, juices gushing and making his abs and thighs glisten from your release. you’re limp on his body, he makes you feel like putty.
“shit, gonna fucking cum baby. ‘s all for you my love. gonna take it all right? gonna be a good girl and let me fill you up, yeah?” he grabs your jaw tightly and kisses you so desperately. you whine as he continues his thrust and tightly grip his shoulders. he lets out a husky ‘fuck’, a few more thrust and the hot spurts of his seed spew into you, filling you up and making a creamy base at his cock. you feel so full and warm, and you let out a small whimper as your tongues fight against each other. he shudders from the intensity of his release and the only thing that keeps him grounded is the warmth from your body on top of his. you continue making out as you both come down from your highs, his softening cock still inside of you. the lack of oxygen makes you lightheaded so you pull away first, resting your chin on his chest to look up at him.
his head is tilted back, leaning on the head rest as his eyes are closed and trying to catch his breath. you both stay like this for awhile, basking in the after glow of making love with the man who makes you feel like the luckiest girl in the entire world. you look up at him with nothing but pure adoration and love in your eyes, one of his arms around your waist holding your bare body against his. it’s such a tender moment that only leaves you with even more love for the man that you call yours.
he finally looks down and catches your eyes, reaching the hand that was behind his head to brush the hair out of your face and play with it. and he feels like jelly when you shoot him a small loving smile, gently placing a small kiss where your chin was resting, making the corners of his mouth twitch up as he mirrors the same smile. he reaches out to cup your cheek and your smile intensifies, turning your head to place a sweet kiss at the palm of his hand.
“i love you so much tsumu.” you murmur, never shying away from his intense gaze.
gently, he uses his thumb and forefinger to lift your chin, leaning in to give you a teeth rottingly sweet kiss.
“i love you more, pretty.”
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atsumu x reader
minors dni
warnings: smut, small pen astumu, shower sex, semi description of cuts/bruises/blood, fem! reader, revenge on Osamu, lovey dovey
whiny! atsumu agenda
thinking about pouty atsumu coming home after a long, terrible day. Kita kept yelling at him and then he got into a fight with osamu and worst of all...he needs help with his bandages and his mom is at work. He sends you a quick message asking you to come over, but doesn't explain why because he doesn't want you to mad at him too.
opening the doors to the Miya household you callout your boyfriend's name while you wonder where everyone else was at. You knew his mom was at work, but where was osamu? going on the wooden steps you turn the corner to see the bathroom door open and a small pout on your boyfriend's face while he sat on the lid of the toilet.
your poor baby.
walking in you gently pick up his face accidentally squishing his bruised cheeks in the process.
"ah baby that hurts," he whined to you, gently pulling your hands down so they rested on his neck. There were several bruises already littering his pretty face, a small gash on the left of his mouth, and what you assume was dirt. you need to clean him up before anything gets infected.
Thank god, momma Miya was a nurse because soon enough you found everything you needed in the boy's bathroom closet.
"do you have any other scratches?" you questioned. He moved his arm around and that's when you noticed how much pain your baby really was in. His arm shook as he tried to lift it up and turn it. On the back was a large scrape that your sure he got on the sidewalk. Blood had gotten on the back of his shirt and his shorts. While you inspected his arm, downstairs the front door clicked open and then shut signaling osamu was home. Something about that door clicking caused the best idea to appear in your head. Leading you to quickly slamming the bathroom door shut as Osamu's heavy foot steps made their way upstairs.
Quietly, you whispered to Atsumu, "baby, you should probably get a shower before we do anything else." If Atsumu had any talent besides Volleyball is was pulling on your heart strings because somehow he managed to make his puppy dog eyes bigger and jut his bottom lip out more. Damn, Osamu just had to kick your brother while he was down. Straddling Atsumu lap you leaned in till your noses were touching and told him, "don't worry. we can get back at Osamu as we clean you up,"
Quickly you hopped off his lap and ran to crack the door open a little bit. You knew Osamu was just a door over playing video games on the twin's bunkbed, so you knew he would be able to hear everything loud and clear. It was a routine for him, and on good days Atsumu would be playing with him. You knew that the gray haired twin's head was resting right on the wall that separated their bedroom to the bathroom. Perfect. Maybe Osamu should take some notes before bullying his brother. I mean one has a girlfriend and the other doesn't. Someone is doing something right.
Turning around you take note of Atsumu's confusion and slickly take off your top, dropping it on the floor. You swore you could see the light bulb light up as Atsumu hopped up and quickly attempted to take off his shirt. Knowing that he would have trouble you slowly helped him out of his clothes making sure not to touch any of his bruises of cuts. The small winces of pain hurt you to hear as Atsumu stepped in the shower. No one should make you boyfriend sad. He's the sweetest boy ever. Yes, he did call some girls pigs, but he knows better now. The only thing on your mind is to cheer up the lanky boy.
You yank off the rest of your clothes and joined him in the shower, circling your hands around his strong, lanky body and moving your hands up and down chest before lowering them to the building muscle under his pecs. He tried smirking a bit before ultimately failing because of the cut on the side of his lip.
"baby turn around. I know how to make you feel better," as if he already knew what was going to happen the piss haired boy turned around and his already erect cock hit you in your thighs. You giggled at the fact he was already turned on while his face began to heat up not only from the hot water hitting his back but from his very forward girlfriend. You left a small kiss on his lips before lowering yourself to your knees in the slippery shower. You left a small kiss on his cock and smiled up at him knowing how self conscious he was of it. His penis wasn't small, but it definitely wasn't big either. The first time the two of you had sex he attempted to try and keep his pants on worried that you would make fun of his length.
Everyone did when they found out, and he was convinced he'd never get a girlfriend because of it. Also, because Suna and Samu would tell him he wouldn't get a girlfriend because of it. You left another small kiss on the head of his cock where some precum began leaking out. You loved his cock. It was perfect and he knew exactly how to use it. Licking the precum off you lips and then smiling back up at your boyfriend to see his tomato red, bruised face watching you. Atsumu swore he was getting light headed and you haven't even wrapped your pretty lips around his cock. He attempted to reach back and switch the water to cool worried he'd pass out from the temperature.
Sensing that he felt a little bit better you finally wrapped your lips around the tanned mushroom tip after pulling his foreskin back. Taking your lips off with a popping sound you smirked up at your lovely boyfriend determined to hear his loud whines. From what you can tell Atsumu didn't know his brother was in the room over meaning those pretty whines will definitely come out. You closed your eyes and started to gently smack his dick on your face feeling small droplets of precum fall onto your wet body.
"mmuh, baby hurry up," he whined from above, bucking his knees like a child about to throw a tantrum. Leaving a slight smack on his thigh you took one of his balls into your mouth and flashed your teeth. Reminding him that you're the one with his cock in your hand.
You're the one in control.
You started to suck on one of his balls while you used the water to jerk his shaft. Above you 'tsumu became a stuttering mess. "f-fu-fuck baby," quickly you shifted balls hearing his deep groans and whines. You loved your whiny boy so much. Trailing back up his cock you looped your mouth around the tip and started swallowing around the shaft as it when further and further down your throat. Number one reason why you love his small cock; you can deepthroat him without causing so much pain for yourself thus allowing yourself to give better head. You swirled your tongue around his penis while he threw his head back in ecstacy. He was just so so pretty like this.
By now you're sure osamu can hear his brother's moans and maybe even the suction sound of him thrusting into your sloppy mouth. Atsumu's fingers began tangling into your hair trying to get his cock deeper into your throat. You could tell he was close by this his pants got faster, and he seemingly couldn't feel any of the pain from the scratches or cuts. Soon enough while Atsumu was giving his finally thrusts Osamu began banging on the wall telling the two of you to quiet down.
But you won't. He knows this, Atsumu knows this even if his only thought was to come down your throat, everyone definitely knew the two of you wouldn't quiet down , but it's funny that he tried. The Miya twins are just two menaces, and Atsumu just happen to find the perfect girl who will be one with him.
At the base of your boyfriend's cock you closed your mouth and took a big glup right as Atsumu hit his peak. Warm, sticky cum shot out and hit the back of your throat. You brought your head off his cock a bit to help swallow, but Atsumu quickly shoved your head right back on to keep him warm while the last few spurts came out.
He loved you like this. Spit trailing out of you mouth, falling down to land on your perfect tits. Your face flushed and eyes red from the slight sting of deepthroating him. He slowly took your head off of his cock with his good arm, and suddenly all the pain he felt was back. Trying to ingore the pain he brought you back up and held you close to him. Leaving a small kiss on your nose and then your perfect lips. He doesn't deserve you.
Noticing the change in behavior you left another kiss on his lips instead of explicitly saying 'yes you do'. The two of you washed up, and before you know it he's back sitting on the toilet seat with a towel wrapped around his waist, and you with the same colored towel looking through the first aid kit. You cleaned his cuts and placed the proper bandaids on each one before walking out of the bathroom to his room.
However before you would walk in Atsumu through his towel at his brothers face sitting on the lower bunk and grabbed both of you a change of clothes. It's crazy how much confidence he gains just being around you.
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