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teamatsumu · 6 months

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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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salsakiyoomi · 1 year

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you knew miya atsumu from highschool.

yes, the miya atsumu, the star hit volleyball player, the one on almost every magazine cover, the one with over a hundred million followers on instagram, the one who's notorious for flirting with his interviewers and having an attitude with an over the top ego yet still managing to quiver under his coach's gaze and putting his arrogance in check.

yes, you knew him.

you knew him as the loud, rowdy kid who never shut up in class, who definitely had an over the top ego and attitude problem back then as well, who also flirted with your friends and even you on some if not all occasions.

god, you hated him.

he was arrogant and ignorant and overall a huge dickehead who needed to be tamed.

this was the light you saw him in up until graduation day, when he came up to you with a smirk plastered on his face and you noticed it, mentally preparing yourself to tell him to fuck off if he was here to flirt with you again.

but he didn't saying anything flirtatious, instead, all he said was, "hey, congratulations on being in the top three, man, it's freakin' awesome."

he was congratulating you for when you took your diploma and the principal announced that you were in second place between all the other graduates.

and after that, miya atsumu left and you never saw him again.

it wasn't until a few years later that you randomly saw his name on a twitter headline that said 'new upcoming volleyball star : miya atsumu is certainly making his way to the frontlines!'

it was obvious that volleyball would be his go-to, he was definitely talented at it, and against your bitter will, you had to admit that even you were awe-strucked when he played on the court.

however, it still was definitely a surprise when you saw his name on headlines, it left you with your mouth hung open in astonishment.

and after that, he was everywhere you went.

on tv, on magazines posing with his teammates, on instagram and twitter, on youtube in 'top ten funniest miya atsumu moments' video compilations — heck, even in a fucking advertisement for a hair conditioner.

you truly couldn't escape him.

by heart, you were a journalist, and so soon came the day where miya atsumu is sitting in front of you, conducting an interview.

well, it isn't him alone, it's him and his teammates — it's loud in the room as all of them talk over eachother, but his eye catches yours and a hint of recognition flashes in them, before a smile spreads on his lips, one that you eventually mirror as if the both of you are sharing some inside joke.

miya atsumu recognizes you.

he recognizes your face and your eyes, he recognizes you smile, and oh how he recognizes your voice that's speaking in a soft, professional tone now, but used to scold him with a harsh and sarcastic tone then.

and so, in the next thirty minute you spent interviewing him and his teammates, miya atsumu's mind kept flashing through the very few memories he had with you in highschool, and most importantly, feelings of an old crush resurfaced now that he's face to face with you.

he's smiling at you, giving you heart eyes, and answering every question that you asked him personally with an almost child-like enthusiasm.

atsumu truly hasn't felt this shy around someone since highschool.

the interview passes quick and everyone scatters soon after and you find yourself standing outside the stadium, with your phone in your hand and waiting for your uber to come.

you think, while miya atsumu still had some of his unmistakable traits such as his attitude and talent to annoy others effortlessly, there's still some traits to him that make you tolerate him a bit more now.

after all, you don't really hate him as much as you did back in highschool.

or it you can even call what you felt towards him back in highschool hate — it was more of a feeling if annoyance really, since he was a nuisance.

"well, well, well, long time no see." a familiar voice plastered with cockiness to it calls out to you, and you turn around to face the blonde.

speak of the devil, you think.

"well, surprised to even see you still remember me, miya." you tease, smirking at him.

"what can i say? it's hard to forget you when you used to call me a 'motherfucking jackass' everyday at school." he shoots back, laughing loudly at the way you turn your face away in embarrassment.

"listen, you used to annoy me alot, okay?" you defend, "and i see that none of that has changed."

he grins at you, and says, "one can only change so little, i see you still have very little tolerance for me."

"as always."

he laughs again, and then his laughter quiets down, but a smile still remains on his lips as he looks at you, his expression timid and his voice almost shy as he says, "haven't seen you in so long, i missed ya."

you think you're imagining it when you see him with a faint pink dusting his cheeks.

now it's your turn to laugh, you aren't necessarily laughing at him, just more so that you're surprised by his sudden statement, and so you reply with, "well, my everyday was kind of dull without you annoying me, so i guess i missed you too."

you can swear that the pink on his cheeks got darker when you said that, but you decide not to say anything of it.

he chuckles and stuffs his hands in his pockets, "well, i'm glad we can finally agree on something." he let's out a long sigh, "who knew fate would bring us back like that? as a hotshot and an interviewer?"

he's being dramatic and cocky again.

you roll your eyes at him, "you think quite highly of yourself, it's sickening."

atsumu grins at you, and you shake your head at him with an unwilling smile on your lips, thinking that maybe his company right now isn't so bad, and that maybe you're actually enjoying talking to him right now.

atsumu asks, "so, are you waiting for someone?"

"my uber, yes."

"well, then i guess you wouldn't mind if i waited with you then." he says, shuffling a bit closer to you — atsumu isn't sure why he's doing this to himself, talking with you knowing how nervous and jittery you get him to be, with his heart pounding fast in his chest and his hands clammy in his pockets and he hasn't felt this way since highschool — but maybe, just maybe he's hoping he could build up enough courage to ask for your number.

"you already are," you remark teasingly, smiling at him.

your phone vibrates in your hand and you check the notification that tell you your uber is almost here.

"it's almost here anyway," you state, and you don't notice how his shoulders suddenly slump down like a disappointed child.

"oh," he says disappointingly, "well, it was nice meeting you again after so long, y/n." he smiles brightly at you.

you state at him for a moment, your mind racing through some thoughts, before you finally decide that : fuck it, you'll just go for it.

"give me your phone." you demand.

he furrows his brows in confusion, "what? why?"

"just give me your phone."

atsumu reluctantly and confusingly pulls his phone out and hands it to you without asking any further questions.

you tap away at his screen for a few seconds before handing his phone back to him — and just then your uber pulls up.

atsumu only catches a glimpse of 'y/n from highschool' saved into his contact list before you're standing on your tippy toes pressing a peck to his cheek and pulling away, smiling and waving at him as you make your way to your ride.

you call out, "call me later, okay?"

atsumu swears his heart went flying with the next gust of wind that blew, and red bloomed on his cheeks as his eyes scanned over your contact name a hundred times, almost as if he couldn't believe it sat in his phone now, and when his mind finally registered it, a giddy, shy smile that he couldn't resist spread to his face.

oh, for sure he'll be calling you later.

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atsumutu · 1 year

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The run up to the season is tough, taxing both physically and mentally on Atsumu. The setter had been out of the house before you had woken up, the tepid cup of tea placed by your bedside table letting you know that you had only missed him by 10 minutes or so. It was now late afternoon and he was finally home.

“Long day?” You walk towards Atsumu who slumps onto the sofa. Groaning loudly, he sprawls across the furniture, eyes shutting blissfully. His gym bag was still strapped to his shoulder, half on the couch, half spilling onto the floor making you smile fondly.

“Yeah, something like that.” he mumbles. Atsumu peeks an eye open to ask you “How was your day, baby?”

“A slow one,” you reply honestly, recalling your mundane day. “Had to pick a few things up from the grocery store so I made your favourite.”

The blond sits up at the mention of food. “You’re an angel you know that?”

“So I’ve been told.” you muse.

“Yeah?” You’ve finally made it close enough for the setter to reach you and he wastes no time in wrapping his arms around you, guiding you onto his lap. You happily take a seat, resting your arms around his shoulders so you can run your fingers through his hair. “Hope it wasn't some rando at the grocery store.” he growls playfully, nipping at your neck.

You squirm in his arms, giggling as his nibbles turn into kisses, tickling the skin up your neck and across your jaw. Never one to miss an opportunity to tease, Atsumu purposely skips past your lips, making you pull back with a frown.

The setter grins boyishly, swiping a thumb over your pout. “Sorry sorry.” he chuckles before landing a wet kiss on you, laughing even harder when you scrunch your nose and peel away from him.

“Go put your stuff away. I’m gonna check on dinner.”

“Dinner? When I’ve got a whole five course meal in my arms?”

You can’t help but snort at his lame joke. “Just a few minutes ago you were drooling at the mention of food.”

“Yeah, well now I’m hungry for something else.” he insists, palms smoothing along your waist.

Rolling your eyes, you rest your palms on his chest, creating a safe distance between you two. “Pack it up, Romeo. Dinner in 10 minutes.” you warn, giving him a peck before slipping away from his hold.

Atsumu sighs contently, a lazy grin plastered across his face as he leans back onto the sofa, arms crossed behind his head. “I love it when you boss me around.”

“10 minutes. If you’re not there I'm packing it up and taking it to ‘Samu tomorrow.”

Atsumu scrambles.

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cyanhydrangea · 1 month

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Call Me By My First Name

Summary: Miya Atsumu wants the girl he's been chasing after to call him by his first name. After all, everybody else does to tell him apart with his twin. He managed to make her do it when she finally has no other choice.

"(First Name)!", Atsumu called you, making his way towards you from the school gate, leaving his twin behind. He greeted you a 'good morning' afterwards.

"Good morning, Miya-san", you greeted Atsumu back with a straight face.

Atsumu sighed, "I told ya to just call me by my first name"

"None can do", you said unbothered.

Atsumu pouted. You're always like this, never call him 'Atsumu' like everyone else, ever so polite. You two are not dating or anything, Atsumu wished you two were though, but everybody else calls him by his first name to tell him apart with his twin.

His face lighten and he smiled as he's about to ask you a question he's been asking every single day.

"Go out with me?"

"No"

And your immediate response always making Atsumu eager to court you everyday.

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You never understand why the louder Miya always chasing after you since high school. You always reject his request to date him. But along the way, you find yourself adore how headstrong he is in loving you. So when Black Jackals won another grand match and he shouted:

"MARRY ME, (LAST NAME) (FIRST NAME)?"

Anyone in their right mind wouldn't accept proposals out of the blue without proper relationship beforehand, but perhaps it was his determination that makes you fall for him, so you shouted 'YES' and you could swore the more stubborn Miya looks like the happiest man in the world.

And it was the night after your wedding when Atsumu can't stop grinning happily towards you without saying anything.

"What?", you had to ask your husband.

"Now you have no other choice but to call me by my first name, Mrs. Miya"

You chuckled, a smile plastered over your face.

"Fine, you win, Atsumu"

#CyanHydrangea

Date Written: 12/03/2024

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rotten1angel · 1 year

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black jackals meeting atsumu’s gf!

content: timeskip!atsumu x fem!reader

word count: 0.4k

no y/n used, reader already knows sakusa, lowercase intended, tiny lil thing i’m sorry T^T

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you sighed as you walked through the gym doors, internally scolding atsumu for forgetting the bento you packed him. the squeaking of gym shoes and smacking of volleyballs was loud as you entered the gym. you saw atsumu as he practiced his sets, setting to who you assumed was hinata.

“hey , who’s that at the door?” a silver-haired man questioned, causing the red-head and your boyfriend to turn their heads. when you made eye contact with the faux-blond a grin encaptured his face as he bounded up to you, stopping just in front of you.

“what’re ya doin’ here, baby?” atsumu asked you.

“you forgot your bento, stupid.” you handed him the cutely-wrapped bento, little foxes all over the cloth. he grabbed it from your hands, cheeks slightly heating up at the thought of you bringing it all the way here to him.

“who’s this ‘tsumu?” the silver-haired man asked, hand on your boyfriend’s shoulder as the small red-head followed, looking on the other side of atsumu.

“oh! (—), this is bokkun,” atsumu pointed at the taller man, “and hinata!” pointing at the red-head.

“nice to meet you both.” you gave them both a smile, causing hinata’s cheeks to heat up just a bit.

“an’ this is ma’ amazin’, lovely girlfriend, (—)!” your boyfriend announced as he squished you into his chest, the smell of his sweat enveloping your nose.

“‘tsum, you stink.” he let go of you, a pout resting on his lips.

“still surprised you found a girlfriend, miya, and it being (—) no less.” the curly-haired man you knew said.

“nice to see you, sakusa.” you smiled at him as he politely waved back.

“omi , yer so mean! (—) loves me, don't ya?” his puppy eyes gazed back at you.

“yes, ‘tsumu. but i can see your captain giving me a death glare, so i'm going to leave, but i'll see you when you come home.” you leaned up to kiss his cheek, said goodbye to his teammates and apologizing to his captain for interrupting practice, and left, much to your boyfriend’s dismay.

“who knew, the atsumu miya could be so whipped for a girl!” bokuto laughed, as atsumu’s cheeks flushed, holding the bento you made him close to his chest.

“at least I have a girlfriend! ya can't even talk to akaashi without- AH” your boyfriend was cut off by bokuto charging at him– meian having to break the two up.

however, there's no doubt about it, atsumu miya was whipped for you, privately & publicly.

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zeltqz · 1 year

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netflix and fuck — atsumu miya x fem!reader (2.3k) tags: sorta fwb?! friends to fwb, not lovers, exhibitionism, idk the position where the dude is behind you on ur side but its that thing LMAO, teasing, smut, movie night with suna and the twins, except you fuck atsumu mid movie, cuz the movie is shit

Atsumu found this movie very boring.

Extremely boring, in fact.

The only thing keeping him from falling asleep was the fact that you were laying down in front of him, sideways to add more detail, with your ass pressing against his crotch. It was clear you didn’t realise what you were doing to him, because you were too focused on the movie in front of you.

But Atsumu was going insane.

It was nothing weird to be this close to him; the two of you had been friends for almost a decade and closeness was never an issue. But recently, Atsumu’s mind had been wandering—like it had become bolder. It being his thoughts.

He looks around the bedroom. Suna sat on the floor in front of the bed, his back pressing into the metal holding up the twins bunk bed; and the eventual creaking noises coming from above indicates his brother at the top bunk shifting around because that asshole could never find a comfortable position to sit in.

The room was illuminated by the TV, but only barely. It was a shitty movie, yes, but it had a dark theme—Atsumu thinks because he literally has not been paying attention since the start.

He suddenly gets the urge to shift a little closer to you. He lets his eyes wander down your back, the soft curve of your body as you laid on your side. From the angle he was at—thank God he was tall —he could see your face, your pretty eyes staring at the screen with such interest he can’t help but think he’s a little weird for not finding the movie as interesting as you.

He leans a little closer, seeing your lips wrap around the straw of your slushie, sipping slowly with intent and his mind gets to working again.

If he kissed you right now, would your tongue taste like strawberries—or whatever flavour the red slushie was made of?

If he took a sip of his own slushie, seated next to Suna on the floor, would he taste the flavours mix when he kisses you?

You and Atsumu had a strange relationship.

Despite being friends for almost 10 years, it was never awkward when he flirted with you. You just suspected he does that to any person with a vagina and tits, because it was no secret that Atsumu loved being a little tease. He damn near had a heart attack when you started to flirt back with him to. Since then, it was like a routine thing for the both of you.

Big mistake on his end, because he honestly thinks he’s started to fall for you.

That’s why you don’t slap his hands away when you feel his hands creep up onto your skin, resting against your hips. You don’t look back at him, asking him what he’s doing, because it was normal behaviour.

What you do question though, is when he leans forward, his fingers brushing softly against your chin to tilt your head back to face him. You raise a brow and remove the straw from your lips. “Is everything okay?”

He doesn’t know why, but he instantly leans down, pressing his lips against yours. You blink into the kiss, breaking it for a moment and Atsumu thinks he’s fucked up. He took it a bit too far and he’s ready to apologise and walk out of his own bedroom to re-evaluate himself on the livingroom couch.

But instead, you place the slushie down on the floor next to his own, just briefly missing Suna on the floor. Atsumu has a confused look on his face when you shift on the bed, turning to face him and cupping his cheeks, pulling him down for a kiss.

He hums into your mouth, closing his eyes and allowing himself to lose himself at the feeling of your soft lips brushnig against his own. He slides his hand down your thigh, squeezing it gently before lifting your thigh up to rest atop his legs.

You moaned a little when his tongue slid between your lips. You focused completely on Atsumu’s hands slipping between your leggings, rubbing your skin from the inside, the occasional light scratches against your thighs as his nails met your skin.

You two tried to keep the kissing sounds to a minimum, not wanting Suna to look behind him and see his two friends indulging in a hot and heavy makeout session in the middle of movie night Friday’s.

Atsumu was the first to break the kiss and you pouted up at him when his hands left your thighs in favour of undoing the buttons on your t-shirt. His t-shirt to be precise. You had gotten yours dirty on the walk to his house afterschool when he accidentally pushed you a bit too hard during your playfight and you fell onto the muddy grass.

You allowed him to undo your buttons and watched as his eyes relaxed and softened when he got a glimpse of your bra. He’d seen you with a bra on before, but only at the beach when you were in a bikini. He’d seen your stomach too when you’d change in his room but this was different.

Different like you were allowing him to see you vulnerable underneath him.

For his eyes only.

His lips were back on yours in record time, sliding his hands underneath your bra to fondle with your tits. You almost let out a whimper at the feeling of his fingers flicking against your nipple—but then rememebred where you were and the fact two of your friends were currently in the same room.

You lured your tongue into his mouth and smiled when he quickly clamped his lips around it, gently sucking on it. He could taste the flavour of the strawberry on your tongue and he couldn’t get enough. He started to get more touchy, sliding his hands down to your ass and was so tempted to lift you up to straddle him but any movement on the bed would cause it to creak.

Stupid old ass beds.

“You know,” he whispered in your ear, pressing a kiss to your lobe between heavy breaths, “I’m so tempted to kick them both out right now.”

You lean forward, lips pressing against his for a moment before pulling away. “Bet you won’t fuck me right here.” You bite your bottom lip as you stare up at him with a challenge in your eyes.

There’s one thing you love about Atsumu—he’s never down to back down from a challenge, no matter how dirty, how impossible, how embarrassing it is. His competitive nature just won’t allow him to.

“You gotta keep quiet then.” He’s turning you back around in record time so you’re facing the TV and grabs the blankets, tugging them over both of your bodies. The movement causes the bed to creak and Suna looks back briefly and raises a brow and you get scared that he’s suspicious of the ministrations happening back here.

It’s a bit obvious when Atsumu is looking down as he unties his pyjama strings to free his cock, but Suna doesn’t question it and turns back to the TV.

The entire time you held eye contact with him had your heart racing—scared he caught on. But the fact he was silent shows he didn’t.

Every single touch on your skin has you on high alert, especially as Atsumu is pulling your leggings down and flicking his fingers against your folds. He leans forward to whisper in your ear, pressing a kiss on your shoulder in the process. “Need prep?”

You shake your head, too impatient and needy to feel him inside you.

It was probably a bad idea to let him go in raw to begin with—but an even worse idea to get fucked without prep. Especially when you have to keep quiet the entire time.

On screen, the volume has died down a little and the room is quiet as the characters just stare at each other awkwardly. Atsumu couldn’t have picked a better moment to sheathe his cock inside your walls in a single thrust—because the noise you let out was a gasp of somesort rather than a moan.

Suna raised his brows from the front, confused at your reaction as to what was happening on screen, but he didn’t turn around. Mainly because he didn’t want his suspicions to be true.

It wasn’t until he heard heavy breathing coming from behind him that he knew he was correct. He simply rolled his eyes and brought out his phone.

rin :

| 9:34P theyre fucking rn btw

samu:

| 9:34P no way

rin:

| 9:35P yh listen

Osamu focuses his ears to listen to any background noises to indicate any sexual activities and almost doesn’t hear anything until you let out a shaky breath hidden behind your hand.

The TV noise starts to pick up again and Atsumu was never more grateful of this dumbass movie and their loud soundtracks. He grips your hips tighter and lifts your leg higher a little to fuck deeper into you. The sound of his hips hitting against your ass is evident at this point, but drowned out by the music.

Your fingers dig into the pillow you’re currently smothering your face into to hide your moans. Atsumu leans forward to your ear, breath shaky as he bites your ear lobe, “I’m so close—” He digs his face into your neck to hide his moans when you clench around him.

You can’t even bring yourself to formulate a response because you’re cumming. It was silent but your eyes rolled back and your vision went white.

“Shit, fuck— ” Atsumu grunts before pulling out, hands moving to his cock too fast that the bed creaks but he doesn’t care. He cringes as he jerks his cock until he was cumming against his sheets. It’s gonna be painful to explain that to his mother when she washes their sheets, but he doesn’t care.

You gasp when he slips himself back inside you and wraps his arms around your waist from behind. You lean your head back in favour of your protesting neck to kiss him. His fingers hook under your chin, holding you in place as he practically tongue fucks your mouth.

It’s wet and sloppy but you both don’t care. Not anymore. Besides with Suna’s incredible perceptive skills, there’s no way he didn’t catch on already. Atsumu was obnoxious with the kisses noises, not caring about his volume as he hums against your mouth whenever you suck his bottom lip.

“You guys done?” Osamu asks from the top bunk when he’s finally had enough of the PDA. “Couldn’t even wait till after the movie.” You stiffen immediately, breaking the kiss to suffocate yourself with the pillows, but Atsumu just rolls his eyes.

“Mad ’cause you couldn’t get sum.” Atsumu replies and you smack his chest hard.

“’Tsumu, shut up!”

“Oh please, (y/n), you weren’t exactly quiet either.” Suna responds and Osamu snickers, leaning over the top bunk to fist bump his friend on the floor.

“I’m leaving.” You hate seeing them laugh about the sitation, especially with how embarassed you are right now. You clearly weren’t thinking straight because the second you finshed buttoning your t-shirt back up, you slid out of bed and your legs wobbled and you almost fell over, causing Osamu to laugh even louder.

“I did that.” Atsumu smirks, enjoying seeing you barely able to walk cause of him.

“Fuck all of you.” You mutter, grabbing your jacket from the door as practically limping out the room. Atsumu slides out of his bed, almost knocking Suna’s head off with his knee and ignores his protests to see you out of the house.

The second he leaves his bedroom, he’s pinning you against the hallway wall. You look up at him, wondering what he wants when he leans forward to kiss you again. You drop your jacket to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

“You know,” he began to say between kisses, “I’m glad I kissed ya earlier .”

You hum into his mouth, fingers finding refuge in his undercut, gently tugging at the hairs. “Me too.” You bite at his bottom lip, laughing to yourself when he lifts you up, fingers wrapping around your thighs to hold you against the wall.

He couldn’t stop kissing you, too addicted with your scent, your taste, your soft lips. He loved the feeling of your nails raking against his scalp, the cute noises you make as you angle your head perfectly into the kiss, enjoying how your noses brush together in the process of switching angles.

You slowly twirled your tongue around his, saliva dropping down to his bottom lip before pushing it back into his mouth.

It was messy.

Messy and needy but you both didn’t care.

“You’re too sexy, y’know that?” Atsumu groans when you bite at his bottom lip, looking down at him seductively. “ Fuck , you’re making me wanna fuck you again.”

“I’m flattered—” You press one last kiss to his lips before you’re hopping down from the wall, bending down to pick up your jacket from the floor. “But my legs still hurt.”

“Damn, ’n I was barely even trying.”

He exclaims in protest when you shove at his chest playfully. “What was that for!?”

“Stop being cocky!”

“You clearly don’t know me as well as you think you do.” He grins when you roll your eyes and start to limp down the stairs, gripping onto the railings with extra force, like an elderly. “Need me to drive you home?”

“No, it’s fine. Go back and watch the movie.” You say once you reach the bottom of the stairs, grab your shoes from the front door and begin putting them on.

“That movie sucked, I’d rather walk ya.”

You know there’s no point trying to convince him so you allow him to walk you back home.

It’s silent for majority of the time and you begin to fear that you might’ve ruined your friendship with him—

“So rate my performance outta 10?” He says out of nowhere and you have half a mind to suffocate him with your jacket.

He still hasn’t changed.

#—hq </3 #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu smut #miya atsumu smut #miya atsumu imagine #suna x reader #osamu x reader #atsumu x you #miya atsumu x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #hq x reader #hq imagines #hq smut #haikyuu smut #✧.* zeltqz.

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o2amu · 2 years

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“hey, pick a number real quick.” atsumu asks you with his eyes still glued to his phone.

“uhhh 7.” you mutter.

“7 must be your lucky number, huh?” he says looking up from his phone, recalling all the times you’ve pointed out the number 7 or how you’ve just always been drawn to that number.

“mhm. it is.” you confirm with a content smile.

“why 7?” atsumu questions with a raised eyebrow. “why not 69 or 3 just like everyone else’s?”

you snort at his humor. “well i don’t think I’ve told you this but, it’s because your volleyball jersey number was 7 in high school.”

atsumu’s eyes widen just as fast as his lips tug into the widest grin. “really?! how come ’m just finding out about this now?!”

“hm, you never asked.”

before you know it atsumu’s plopped down right next to you on the couch and snuggling up against your left arm.

“ya should’ve told me sooner…” atsumu pouts. “ya coulda been wearing my jersey at every game- actually… wait here.” he bolts off out of the living room leaving you slightly confused but comes back within a minute and has a familiar item in his hands.

he unfolds it and brings it up next to his face. “ta-da!” behold, one of atsumu’s high school volleyball jersey that still appears in pretty decent condition.

you smile at the number 7 printed on the shirt that brought back many memories and started it all. atsumu gestures for you to sit up so he can slide the shirt right on you.

he gasps and his eyes gleam in adoration. “ya look so good in my jersey baby!”

you smile and walk up to the hanging mirror next to your couch. “it still smells like you.” you note after getting a whiff of the familiar, comforting scent of your boyfriend.

he wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder, still with the biggest cheesy smile on his face.

“why’d you ask for a number anyway?” you finally ask.

“oh just wanted to text samu and ask him to make us onigiris.”

you turn around to face him. “and… you’re gonna ask him to make us 7?”

“well…. yes n’ you’re gonna help me eat em’!” he cheerfully exclaims.

you let out a chuckle and lightly press a kiss on his nose. “whatever ya say, tsumu. number 7 on the court, number 1 in my heart.”

#this turned out a bit longer than expected..#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu atsumu #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #miya atsumu x gn reader #miya atsumu x you #miya atsumu x reader #hq atsumu #atsumu fluff #miya atsumu imagine #miya atsumu fluff

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emmyrosee · 5 months

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My widdle Hisako baby 🥺🩷

Atsumu hates after game interviews.

It’s part of his job of course, but he’s not the captain, his just the star setter for one of the best teams in the league; he’s also a father of a toddler, who, when he can after a home game, wants to get home to read her a bedtime story and be with the beautiful mother of his child.

Right now, however, he wants to chuck all of that out the window, as you’re off in the corner snickering with Kiyoomi while Hisako in her fathers lap pulls his lips and chin, interrupting every answer with a grab or a giggle or a bite of his fingers.

“You’re cruel,” Kiyoomi whispers to you.

You shrug in indifference, “he wanted to spend more time with her after the game. Not my fault they picked him for postgame.”

“You’re cruel,” he repeats, and the gods must be listening because on stage, Atsumu repeats the same thing when Hisako fish hooks his lip.

This time, it’s Atsumu’s turn to tell Hisako “you’re cruel” and it has the crowd in a tizzy. You cover your mouth to laugh quietly, and you get a nudge from Kiyoomi in response.

A massive frame stalks past you both, and you stick your leg out to playfully kick him, "hey, Captain."

Meian grins and sends you a wink, "hey, Mrs. Miya."

"Good game."

"I'd say so," he nudges his head towards Atsumu at the table. "He played well."

"He always does."

“Is there anything that you hope to achieve next game?” A reporter asks, snapping you all back into focusing the interview at hand.

Atsumu sighs softly, “I guess I just want to repeat the momentum, keep it from getting sloppy and-“

“Shugu?”

All heads turn towards Hisako, Atsumu’s smiling down at her. “Shugo?”

“Shugu!” Her tiny hand points off stage a few feet away, at the captain just outside the frame.

Meian beams, "guess that's my cue."

“Yeah, Shugo just left,” he chuckles. “She loves Meian. More than she loves me-“

Quickly, Meian comes bouncing back on the stage, wasting no time in formalities before scooping Hisako up in his big, burly arms. He bites at her cheeks while she squeals and flails her limbs, squealing and laughing while the crowd coos in adoration. Atsumu’s beaming as he watches his captain carry his favorite person out, and it almost makes you tear up from the sight of so many people positively adoring your little girl.

Kiyoomi claps a big hand on your shoulder, trying to ground you and your emotions. “He’s a good dad.”

“He’s the best dad.”

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moonbeamwritings · 1 year

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haikyuu boys and little moments of joy .*･｡ﾟ

↳ ft. nishinoya, bokuto, kuroo, and atsumu

NISHINOYA calls to you from the end of the freezer aisle, the freezer door propped open with his hip as he clutches what appears to be a small box in his hands. When you come up on his left side, he fixes you with what you can only describe as a face-splitting grin. His eyes sparkle as he holds the box of mango popsicles out to you. "They have them! These are my favorite." You remember the box all too well; it's one that had sat in your freezer for three, maybe four, days max before the popsicles disappeared entirely. "I thought they stopped carrying them! I'm getting them." Yuu's excitement is contagious, and you find a smile of your own working its way onto your face. As he drops not one, but two boxes of the frozen treat into your shopping cart and starts to push it again, his joy refusing to wane, you loop your arm through his and squish your cheek into his shoulder.

BOKUTO starts pulling clothes from the dryer and plopping them into your laundry bin to be folded. And as a bundle of socks makes its journey to the basket, a stray purple one jumps from the pile, but before it can hit the floor, Koutarou catches it with his foot. His eyes immediately shoot to meet yours, disbelief clouding his features for only a moment before his slacked jaw is morphing into a grin so wide it squishes his cheeks and crinkles his eyes at the corners. You catch a glimpse of his sweet dimples and your heart catches in your chest. "Baby, did you see that!? That was awesome!" You grin back, adding to his excitement by gushing about how cool it was and that you can't believe he just did it. He beams under your attention, his smile so bright you feel like you need to squint to view it properly. With unrestrained joy, he kicks the sock up and catches it in his hand. "I'm on a roll!"

KUROO stands before you in your shared bedroom, a new outfit adorning his body. He'd been so eager to share it with you after his trip to the store that he could hardly contain himself, pulling you up from the couch and down to your bedroom mere seconds after coming through the front door. The outfit is simple but sleek — a soft black sweater and perfectly-tailored black slacks. He lifts his arms a bit and does a little spin, a proud smile evident on his features when he turns back to face you. "Well," he starts, eagerly, "what do you think? Do you like them?" Before you can even respond, you watch as his eyes shift to grin at himself in the mirror. "I was thinking of wearing it with that white collared shirt you bought me underneath and those nice dress shoes I bought last year." He's so pleased with it that it makes him, and his new outfit, all the more handsome. You tell him as much, and his excitement only mounts, pulling you in to pepper kisses all over your cheeks.

ATSUMU's eyes widen as soon as the song starts. You could recognize the opening beats of it anywhere — a song Atsumu has proudly proclaimed is his favorite almost every time you've heard it. And this time, like all the others, he cranks the dial on the radio and shifts his eyes away from the road for only a moment to tell you with a cute grin, "Ahh, I love this song!" He sings along, bobbing his head to the beat and drumming his fingers on the steering wheel for a moment before reaching across the center console to tap the beat against your thigh. You're so wrapped up in his excitement that you can't help but join in, singing along with both Atsumu and the radio. The action leads to an impromptu, and very passionate, karaoke session — one that leaves you both with an ache in your cheeks from smiling.

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teamatsumu · 9 months

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Praise (Atsumu x reader one shot)

Summary: Atsumu won’t stop complimenting you, always telling you how beautiful you are. You think he’s full of crap.

Pairing: Miya Atsumu x reader

Word Count: 1,829

Warnings: Fluff, Suggestive language, swearing

A/N: Okay, first Atsumu one shot, finally. Hopefully yall like it!

Your short huffs and the click, click, click of your heels were the only sounds on the concrete of the parking lot as you made your way to your car. The night air was particularly still today, causing you to build up a sweat within minutes of being outside. You fumbled with your tiny purse to pull out your keys, settling into the driver’s seat before sighing and letting your shoulders slump. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back against the seat, feeling your lips turn into a frown.

This did not go how you thought it would.

Your date was nice enough. He was kind and asked all the right questions. He hummed in all the right places and told you enough about himself and his life to get you intrigued. You were feeling very happy with how the night was progressing. You were sure, positive, that there would be a second date. How could there not? You both were vibing like crazy.

It seems you had completely misread him though.

Right outside the restaurant, just as you were about to suggest you two go for a little walk and continue talking, he had raised a sheepish hand to rub the back of his neck, apologizing that you just weren’t his type. He thought he was being subtle when he looked you up and down as he said it, but you knew what he meant immediately.

He didn’t find you attractive.

If this had been a few years ago, you would’ve been crushed at the thought. But you were no longer the timid girl from high school anymore. You were a grown woman with a good career. Things like this didn’t faze you much now. You were more annoyed than anything else at having wasted your one free night on something like this. Dating wasn’t something you were particularly interested in at this point in your life, not when you had finally started settling in at your job. And the thought that tomorrow at work a certain blond setter would ride your ass until you told him how the date went made you scowl even harder.

Sometimes you wondered if Atsumu had ever heard the word ‘professionalism’ in his life. He sure as hell didn’t show it. Especially when it came to you.

You had joined MSBY as their brand new manager seven months ago. You had been slightly timid at first, and way in over your head, having to manage a V1 Volleyball team right off the bat. Combine that with how hyper some of the members could be, and you had the perfect recipe for chaos. At that time, you hadn’t anticipated that these boys would become some of your closest friends. And you couldn’t have ever dreamed that Miya Atsumu of all people would be the one you’re most fond of.

Atsumu loved to claim that you had caught his eye as soon as he saw you, boasting that he had seen your potential and that you would be sticking with them for a long time. He had been right, of course. MSBY was notorious for going through managers like they were candy. No one stuck around after the first month. Except you, and Atsumu liked to think it was because of him.

True to his nature, he had flirted with you endlessly since you joined the team. If it wasn’t corny one-liners that showed you just how much of a dork he was, it was stupid and sleazy innuendos that made Sakusa groan and glare at him in distaste every time. Nothing deterred Atsumu though. He was hell bent on reminding you that you were the ‘prettiest manager we ever had’. And he thinks it’s because he made you feel so welcome (his words not yours), that you had stuck around for so long.

You didn’t have the heart to tell him that his incessant flirting had actually made things much more difficult for a while.

It was Atsumu who had hyped up the prospect of you going on a date. He had ranted and raved that your date was a ‘lucky son of a bitch’ and how you would blow him away the minute he saw you. He had gone on and on until you were red in the face and scolding him to stop and get back on the court to practice.

You blamed him for your current predicament actually. No matter how much you ignored him or shot him down, his constant compliments had gotten to you. How could they not? You were still human, and Atsumu was, by your own admission, an attractive guy. Him telling you that you look beautiful more or less every day had given you this false confidence in yourself and that’s why you had agreed to go on a date in the first place.

(You knew your reasoning was a stretch. But blaming Atsumu felt good so you went with it.)

Your phone pinged, shaking you from your thoughts. You narrowed your eyes at the phone screen. Speak of the devil.

Miya: How’s it goin’? Ya gettin laid tonite? ;)

You rolled your eyes at the text. Thumbs typing a reply quickly.

You: Make me something to eat. Preferably ramen.

Miya: Aw no :( That bad?

You didn’t reply, putting the car in gear and heading over to your new destination.

……………………………..

A steaming bowl of beef noodles waited for you at the Miya residence, which you slurped down even though you had dinner not even an hour ago. Atsumu puttered around in the kitchen behind you as you half-focused on whatever volleyball game he was going through on the TV. You had hiked your dress up to your hips, Atsumu’s gray sweatpants covering your legs. Your hair was pulled into a messy knot on top of your head to keep it off your sweaty neck.

He finally sat down next to you with his own bowl, and the sounds of slurping and gulping overtook the thumps and cheers coming from the screen in front of you. For a minute, you two basked in the silence.

“So what happened?” He asked with a full mouth, voice slightly muffled. His eyes were still focused on the screen before him.

You sighed and chewed. “He said I wasn’t his type.”

Atsumu rolled his eyes at that and made a face. “‘Course yer not. Yer way too much for him ta handle.”

You gave him an offended look. “Huh?”

Atsumu nodded. “I mean, look at ya.” He gestured vaguely with his chopsticks. “And in that dress? Phew.”

You rolled your eyes. “You always do this, Miya. You always say all this mushy crap. This is all your fault.”

That made him pause, wide brown eyes looking at you. “Ha? How is it ma fault? What did I do?”

You glared down at your bowl as you thought of your next words. “You always talk about how beautiful I am,” you cringed. “Saying all these things to make me feel confident. Then I talk to an actual guy and realize you had built me up for nothing.”

Silence filled the space between you two as you stuffed another generous helping of noodles into your mouth, glaring at the TV and trying to ignore Atsumu’s stare on the side of your head as he set his bowl down on the coffee table.

“Okay, first of all, what do ya mean by ‘actual guy’?” He pouted in indignation, crossing his arms. You nearly snorted at the image. “Second, I never lied to ya! Not once! Well-” he stopped abruptly and pursed his lips in thought. “That dress ya wore for Bokuto’s birthday last month was fuckin’ hideous but-”

“Hey!”

“But that’s the dress’s fault, not yers!” He finished loudly. “I mean, ya still looked fuckin’ gorgeous-”

“Stop-” You held a hand up, placing your bowl next to Atsumu’s before frowning at him. “That’s what I’m talking about. Why do you keep doing that?”

He let out a frustrated huff. “Ya think I’m lyin’? Ya think yer not pretty?”

You shrugged. “I mean, I’m okay.”

Atsumu was already shaking his head at you, still scowling, his arms crossed. You trailed off and stared at him. It felt like you were being scolded like a child.

“I wouldn’ lie to ya, Y/N.” He said quietly. “Ya gotta be one of the prettiest girls I’ve ever seen. Like for real.” He ruffled his hair a bit, sighing. “That jerk made ya get all insecure ‘bout yerself. I gotta fix this.”

You could feel your neck heat up at his words, looking back at the TV when the sight of him became too much. This is exactly what annoyed you about Atsumu. He was too blasé about saying this stuff. He came off as so intimate at times, his words crossed so many boundaries. He didn’t even realize how much you were affected by his bold remarks, especially when he was sitting right there before you, in a black tee that stretched just right over his chest, and shorts that showed off his gorgeous thighs-

You closed your eyes and breathed deep and thinking about his words. How the hell was he going to “fix” this?

You nearly yelped out loud when you felt something soft make contact with your lips, eyes popping open to comprehend that Atsumu, your annoying, volleyball-playing, smirking, rowdy, smoking hot coworker was kissing you, placing a hand behind your head so you wouldn’t pull away, moving his lips over yours so deliciously it made your breath stutter and your eyelids flutter shut, until you were giving in and kissing him back. Your heart was beating a mile a minute, feeling yourself melt when Atsumu thumbed at the corner of your jaw, tilting your head so his mouth fit against you better. Your hands remained frozen in your lap, unable to move in case it broke the spell over you two. You let him guide the kiss, reveling in how soft his lips felt and how good he smelled so up close.

It felt like it was over too soon when you separated with a last, loud smooching sound that made your cheeks flush. Your breaths mingled, Atsumu not pulling away more than a few inches. You looked into his wide brown eyes, saw how his pupils dilated, the red that was creeping up from his neck to his ears.

“Ya believe me now?” He muttered, staring directly at your lips with a look so heated that it made your insides squirm. You hummed.

“I think,” you sighed. “I think I’m going to need a lot more convincing.”

He smirked at that, a teasing glint entering his eyes as his lips met yours again, harder this time, more sure, pushing forward until you were falling back into the plush cushion beneath you and his massive frame was hovering over you, the sounds of the TV completely ignored in the background.

…………………………….

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mattsunism · 2 years

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Imagine fucking Atsumu in the college library while trying to study for finals but he just wants a quickie in the backside of the library 🥵🥵

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college atsumu x reader (nsfw).

slender, long fingers gently slide up and down your thigh, tracing the slit on your satin maxi skirt, and you attempt to fight back the shivers that rack your body, but to no avail.

“you look pretty in that skirt. is it new?”

with a huff that causes your bangs to flutter, you put down your pencil for what seems to be about the hundredth time within 30 minutes. you had come to the library with atsumu to finish up some homework so that the two of you could enjoy the weekend together without having to worry about assignments (aka just laze around in the dorm and lose track of time), but it seemed that atsumu’s only goal was to distract you.

giving your textbook one last glance (and jotting down a reminder to ask tsukishima for the homework), you stand up abruptly, pushing your chair back in the process. atsumu jolts back, surprised at your sudden movement, a trace of worry on his face in fear that he had pushed you a bit too far.

you grab him by his shirt and pull him up with you, mentally thanking the heavens that your section of the library was empty, before dragging him away from the table.

“our stuff-“

“shut the fuck up and follow me. you asked for this, right?”

atsumu blinks, feeling his dick twitch slightly at the domineering tone in your voice, before allowing him to get hauled away.

you don’t stop until you’ve reached the art history section of the library, before pushing atsumu against one of the bookcases. it’s almost comical how you have the volleyball player cornered like this, with one arm extended to case him in, and another knee placed between his legs.

“this is what you wanted, right?” you tilt your head to one side, as if mocking him.

your free hand is down at his waist, your fingers running along the waistband of his shorts. with one finger, you pull back the band ever-so slightly, before letting it snap back on his skin.

atsumu whimpers lowly at your confidence, his hips bucking up into the air.

you faux pout at him, your hand slipping into his shorts to palm at his cock through his underwear. a part of it is damp from the pre cum leaking from his tip, and you decide to rub there especially hard.

“little baby can’t even control his dick, aw. how cute.”

his lips part slightly, panting at the little relief that you’re giving him. it’s actually painful how hard he is, and atsumu swears he feels his dick getting blue.

“wanna fuck you, please baby. i swear, i won’t bother you like that again.”

you contemplate whether you should tease him a bit further, but the thought of having to cram 3 chapters of physics on a sunday night helps you make the right decision.

“fine.” you lean against the bookcase across from him and lift up your skirt, allowing your pretty pussy to be on display.

you’re not any wearing underwear. atsumu’s jaw drops momentarily before he pulls his dick out, hissing at the feeling of the cool air of the library hits his cock.

he’s fucking into you like a dog in heat, holding one of your legs up and pressing you against the books so that he could bottom out into you. his pace is sloppy, and it’s obvious that he’s drunk on the feeling of your wet pussy. his other hand is gripping your jaw tightly, turning your head so that the two of you could sloppily make out.

his lips start to trail down, kissing wetly at your neck, before going down to your shoulder. he’s biting you, and you tighten up at the pain. he grunts in response, slowing down his pace momentarily in an effort to draw out his orgasm, not wanting to cum too fast.

his pelvis is brushing against your clit with each thrust, and you can’t help but grind into him every time, brain buzzing at the added stimulation. you let out a shuddered gasp, your eyes momentarily rolling back into your head, before you feel the hot coil in your stomach snap.

you’re creaming on his cock, a familiar white ring lining the base of his dick, and you’re clenching so tight that atsumu thinks that his dick’s circulation is going to get cut off.

“so tight, ah-“ atsumu swears he’s drooling at how good you feel, and he’s thrusting into you even harder now, desperate to obtain the high that he’s so close to reaching.

atsumu’s loud when he cums, the type to curse, so you hook two fingers into his mouth as he cums in an attempt to stifle the noise. he lets out a garbled moan, his tongue wrapping around your fingers, his mouth sucking you so obediently.

he snaps his hips forward a few more times, riding out his high, before cumming inside you, painting your insides white with his creamy cum. you can feel some of it spilling out, and shudder at the warmth.

he’s panting, his eyes unfocused and slightly dazed. he traces the outline of the bite mark on your shoulder, before giving you a lazy grin.

“we should do this again, yea?”

you giggle at how breathy he sounds, kissing him sweetly on the lips.

“i don’t think so.”

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airbendertendou · 4 months

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a fluffy nd comforting number 27 + miya atsumu

“I NEED YOUR WARMTH JUST TO STAY HIGH!”

the day had been wrong.

with obnoxious thoughts filling your head and anxieties flying with them, it was no wonder your hands were trembling and your breath was catching.

shaking off your umbrella, your frown deepens at the small drops that land onto your socked feet. the smell of freshly brewed tea greets you, along with the sound of your favorite show already playing.

curiously, you step into the living room, only to see atsumu blowing steam away from your mug. he jolts when you come into view, mumbling a curse before setting the cup down.

“darlin’, you’re early!” his grin wobbles nervously. you tilt your head, inching forward slowly. atsumu gulps, “have a good day?”

your shoulders slump, feet dragging into the floor as you stand in front of the table. your response is quiet, “not really.”

“me neither.” long arms wrap around your hips, leading you into atsumu’s lap. he places his forehead on yours, the content sigh he lets out allowing his shoulders to droop and relax. “missed ya all day. needed ya.”

you snuggle closer, your nose brushing against his as you wrap your arms around his neck. “needed you, too. always do.”

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restlesswritingss · 2 years

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Just Friends

Atsumu x Hinata!reader

No warnings yet, just angst and flirting. Let me know if you are interested in a part two

Atsumu was not a relationship guy. He didn’t really want someone waiting at home for him, texting him constantly, or pestering him to make time for them. He was focused on volleyball. Everything else was temporary. Temporary was the word to describe Atsumu’s relationships with women whenever he did succumb to his own horniness. Many friends-with-benefits and one night stands that had come and gone. With this, Atsumu was good about never sleeping with anyone who would be in his life for any permanent amount of time. Sisters, cousins, and any other important female figures in his teammates and friends’ lives were off limits. He wasn’t a dog.

But Hinata’s younger sister, (Y/N), was really fucking pretty and no one had told him. He’d been playing with the spiker for a year now on the MSBY team and he’d never heard anything of his second sister.

Hinata hadn’t really meant to hide you from the entire team for a whole year. It’d just happened. You were a year younger than him and he was just somewhat cautious about exposing you to his teammates. He’d learned his lesson in high school once you’d followed him to Karasuno that it was not a good idea for his sanity to hear his teammates harp on how hot his sister was. Natsu was fine because she was so much younger but you were a whole different story.

It was an emergency in that Hinata had forgotten his knee pads at his apartment and coach wouldn’t let him practice diving drills without them. You had the day off and lived close so it was a last resort. The last thing Hinata had wanted was you walking into his practice. Every head turned to you immediately.

Hinata jogged up to you and swept you into a big hug, thanking you profusely. You giggled and just ruffled his hair. As he put you down with another loud thanks sis, the vultures swarmed.

Meian, Bokuto, and Atsumu were there in an instant. Meian introduced himself as Shoyo’s beloved captain, Bokuto yelled that you looked nothing like Hinata in a good way, and Atsumu gave you a wink as he looked you up and down. Hinata whirled on them, putting an arm out to protect you instinctually.

You smiled at your brother’s protectiveness and tried to calm the heat rising to your cheeks at all the attention.

“Back you animals! She’s my little sister!” Hinata yelled as he steered you towards the exit.

He hurried you out before any of them could get a real conversation in with you. Hinata was all too aware of how charming you were so talking was definite no-go. Only once you were safe in your car and waving good-bye with a kiss on the cheek did he breath.

Atsumu was the first to get to him when Hinata got back.

“How could you not tell me you had such a babe for a sister Sho?” He yelled dramatically, clutching his chest as if Hinata not telling his setter that he had a conventionally attractive sister was a dagger to his heart.

Hinata’s eyes narrowed as he spat, “She’s my little sister and you are going to leave her alone, Miya-san!”

Atsumu rolled his eyes because there was no real venom behind his words, just Shoyo stating a fact.

Meian came up and smacked him on the back adding in, “Yeah we all know how you are with women, Miya. In and out right? So sisters are off limits. Even if they are total babes like Hinata-kun.”

“Everyone stop calling my sister a babe!” Shoyo screeched as he covered his ears and tried to get back to practice.

So that was that. Atsumu knew Meian was right and you were not going to become another notch on his bed post so best to wash his hands of it. He’d probably never see you again anyway.

Except he did see you again about a month later. It was the rainy season but Atsumu was braving the downpour with his umbrella to get Onigiri Miya. He hadn’t seen Osamu in a while and he’d never admit it but he did miss his brother, Atsumu’s empty fridge had nothing to do with his decision to get free food from his twin. Atsumu was listening to music and not really paying attention, his feet knowing the way on pure muscle memory alone, when he saw you coming up out of the subway station he was passing.

He stopped dead in his tracks. You were wearing a white button up tucked into a pencil skirt. Atsumu had always had a thing for a hot woman in stuffy office wear. You stopped just outside the covered stairwell and stared up at the rain. Atsumu watched as you then looked down at your shirt and realized your predicament. You ran your hands through your hair in frustration. The lightbulb went off in Atsumu’s head as he realized you forgot an umbrella. Without thinking, his feet were veering off their path and towards you.

“Hinata-san!” He called while giving you his most charming grin,

Confusion overtook your face as you tried to register the tall man running towards you.

“Miya-san?” You asked hesitantly once you realized why he looked familiar.

Atsumu blushed at you addressing him and stammered, “I’m one of your brother’s teammates. I recognized you from the time you came and brought Sho kneepads. Here, take my umbrella. You need it more than me.”

Atsumu mentally kicked himself for talking so fast but your eyes on him made him both excited and nervous.

You blushed now as he held the umbrella out to you once he was also under the covering of the top of the stairwell. You automatically pulled his sleeve to press you two closer to the side so as to not block the other people leaving the station. Atsumu couldn’t help the uptick of his lips as took in your features up close.

Cute, he thought.

“I can’t take your umbrella, what will you do then?”

Damn even your voice was cute.

“I’ll run as fast as I can to my brother’s restaurant and use being wet as an excuse to get him to give me a free hot drink,” He smiled to reassure you that he would be fine.

You shook your head, “I can’t just steal your umbrella. Thank you though. I appreciate the sentiment.”

Atsumu huffed at your resistance, “Fine then come get food with me to see if the rain lets up. Then we’ll both by dry, and I’ll get to have a nice time with a pretty girl as a reward for my kindness.”

Your small smile and blush at his words sent Atsumu’s heart into a frenzy. Making girls blush was something he was good at but it’d never made him feel this accomplished.

“Fine, but only because I’ve never been to Onigiri Miya and Shoyo says it’s amazing.”

“It is, so shall we?” Atsumu held up the umbrella and gestured for you to loop your arm through his.

“We shall,” You said as you squeezed into his side to get under his tiny umbrella that really barely covered Atsumu’s own broad shoulders.

Your body pressing up against his sent shivers down his spine.

Talking with you and feeling your breath on his neck as you looked up at him was worth the wet shoulder he got on the short walk to Onigiri Miya. Atsumu didn’t mind making sure you didn’t feel a drop at his own expense so long as he got to hear your sweet laugh in his ear for the rest of his life. It was so easy to talk with you, and it was never easy for Atsumu to talk to anyone. He relished in the anomaly.

Once you two got to the onigiri shop, he thought nothing of opening the door for you and enduring a few seconds of rainfall to make sure the umbrella stayed over you at all times.

“Thanks for keeping me dry, Miya-san.”

Atsumu preened under your gratitude. Nothing had ever made him feel so good.

Once inside, there was no line so the two of you walked right up to the counter. Well, Atsumu did but you stood behind him as if in line. Atsumu rolled his eyes at you trying to do two separate orders. He gently grabbed your elbow and pulled you forward.

“I’m buying you food so you can get my family discount,” he murmured into your ear. His breath on you made you turn beet red, something Atsumu reveled in. You just couldn’t get any cuter could you?

“No it’s ok Miya-san. I can’t let you do that too it’s not fair,” You pouted at him.

Atsumu was struck right in the heart by your cute pout. The realization that he’d do anything if you just pouted at him hit him like a truck and made him unable to respond.

“No one is paying for anything, ya want your regular Tsumu?” Osamu’s voice grating his nerves pulled Atsumu out of his lovestruck haze.

His brother was coming up from the back, eyes assessing the situation. He quirked his brow and Atsumu knew he was going to get grilled later. He’d never brought a girl to Onigira Miya before. Then his twin’s eyes narrowed. Atsumu didn’t know why he’d get a glare for this. Then Osamu smiled big at you and leaned over the counter.

“Hey, (Y/N). Is this knucklehead bothering you?” He fake whispered to you, making you giggle.

Wait why did Osamu call you by your first name? And why did him making you giggle make Atsumu see red? He felt like his brother was undermining his own flirting which was stupid because he was not flirting with you. Or at least he shouldn't be.

You shook your head and bumped your hip against his as you replied, “No, no, Osamu. He saved me from getting drenched on my walk home from work. I picked the wrong day to wear a white shirt and forget my umbrella. I owe him an onigiri for preventing me from showing all of Japan my bra.”

Atsumu blushed and tried to clear his mind of the image of you showing just him your bra.

Osamu looked back at his twin and gave him another glare to which Atsumu stuck his tongue out in retaliation.

“Well, it’s good to finally have you in my shop. Don’t worry about paying or ordering I’ll have something special for you guys coming right up,” Osamu said with a wink as he then turned back to the kitchen.

You blushed at his wink and thanked him profusely. Atsumu gagged dramatically, also making you giggle which was a big win to him. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and steered you towards a table as far away from the counter, and Osamu, as possible.

“When did you two get so chummy?” Atsumu huffed as he pulled your chair out for you.

You smiled shyly at his chivalry and replied, “We sit together at home games. We both get the team-family seats.”

“So you watch us play huh?” Atsumu asked as he squeezed into the chair across from you. His legs were too long and stretched into your space and he tried to ignore the heat coming from where his legs brushed yours.

“Oh yeah, I’ve been to every home game. I’m really proud of Shoyo. And you’re not too boring to watch yourself.”

You were not good for Atsumu’s heart. Your teasing and cute smirk made it skip several beats, as did the knowledge that you paid any attention to him on the court.

“Well next time you come you have to wear my jersey. It’s the only way to make up delaying my onigiri run to me.”

You laughed at his mock-serious tone. Your laugh was a cool drink of water on a hot day.

The conversation flowed easily again from there, Atsumu enchanted with every little detail of you he got throughout.

You excused yourself to wash your hands before the food arrived and Atsumu deflated in your absence. Of course this was when his idiot brother finally brought your food. After setting down the food he plopped himself into your chair. The twins glared at each other over the food.

“The fuck do you want?” Atsumu grunted.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing with Shoyo’s little sister?”

Atsumu shrugged, knowing the accusation was coming as soon as he realized Samu knew who you were.

“Just hanging out. I didn’t plan to walk by as she was getting off her train with no umbrella. I’m not that conniving.”

“Atsumu, leave her alone. I know what you’re like with women. May I remind you that she isn’t a girl you can ghost and never see again when you inevitably get bored.”

“You may not.”

Osamu rolled his eyes. Atsumu bristled at the idea that he would ever get bored of you. Sure, he barely knew you but you were anything but boring. Atsumu knew his brother’s concerns weren’t unfounded, he was a flakey guy when it came to relationships. Atsumu didn’t want to do that to you.

“We’re just friends. Promise nothing more, I would never get involved with a teammate’s sister.” He mumbled, still not looking Samu in the eye.

Samu sighed, “I know. I’m sorry to imply you would. I just saw the way she was looking at you and got-”

He cut off his sentence as he saw you walking out of the bathroom. Atsumu wanted to reach across the table and shake his brother for more information. Hope bloomed in his chest. How did you look at him?

You raised a brow at Osamu being in your seat, picking up on the somber atmosphere. Osamu got up and pulled the chair out for you with his most charming smile. You smiled wearily back as you sat.

“Thanks, your mother sure raised you two right,” You commented, still eyeing the boys trying to pick up on what had caused the awkward tension between the two in your absence.

“Damn right she did,” Both replied at the same time.

You smiled fondly at this. They glared at each other.

Osamu turned back to you. He leaned in close as he said, “Made this one special for you based on what you’ve said you like. Hope it lives up to Keiji’s hype. I have to head back to the kitchen but don’t leave without giving me feedback.”

You agreed and thanked him again. Atsumu flipped him off as he finally left you two alone again.

“So why were you two fighting?” You asked as you began to unwrap your food.

Atsumu already had half of his onigiri in his mouth so he just mumbled, “Nothing.”

You sent him a look that said you weren’t going to drop this. You paused before eating while you awaited his answer.

He sighed, liking that you weren’t going to let him keep something from you. Your forwardness was endearing.

“He was just grilling me not to hit on a teammate’s sister,” he conceded after swallowing his massive bite of food.

Your face immediately turned beat red. Had Atsumu not been hitting on you? You were certainly hitting on him. Oh god, had he just been being nice? That made sense but you’d been reading it all wrong. Disappointment and hurt filled your chest. You swallowed your embarrassment, not wanting to make this situation awkward.

Atsumu saw the horror on your face at the idea of him hitting on you. That hurt, he had naively thought you’d been into it. Guess you were just being friendly which would align with you being related to Shoyo.

You cleared your throat, “Oh uh, that’s stupid. I mean you’re just really nice plus why would you hit on me?”

Atsumu didn’t like the way you said “me”, as if he wouldn’t hit on for any reason other than your family relations.

“Well, I mean you are hot. I just am not a relationship guy. You know how it is. I’m the team man-whore, the fan-favorite, and so I would never mess with a teammate’s sister,” Atsumu tried to joke but his voice faltered. He hated describing his promiscuity to you. He’d never felt embarrassed about it before but suddenly he wanted to prove to you he could be a relationship guy.

Your heart took another hit. Of course he wasn’t a relationship kind of guy. Shoyo had told you, but you’d still started developing a little crush on the setter over the course of this evening. Well it developed in one night so that means you could get rid of it in one night. Right?

You forced a laugh, one Atsumu didn’t like as much as your real one, “Yeah, Shoyo hates when I’ve been with his teammates in the past. I get way too attached to be able to do hookups. As much as I wish I could.”

Oh god you’d rambled too much. Atsumu didn’t need to know you were desperately horny and yet unable to separate sex and feelings. Sleeping with strangers was also just never your thing.

Atsumu felt so embarrassed, he wished he could sink into the floor. Of course you weren’t a one night stand kind of person. He was just an unlikeable ass and therefore unable to form any genuine connections.

“Sorry, you didn’t need to know that, I really appreciate you helping me tonight. It’s been nice getting to know you,” You mumbled the last part.

Embarrassment flooded you as he just stared dumbly at you. Atsumu’s brain had stopped working. His cheeks were red up to his ears and all he could think was she’s so cute.

You picked at your nails to avoid looking at him. Osamu just happened to glance over to check on you two at this moment. What he saw was his dumbass brother staring at you like you’d hung the stars. This was not going to go well.

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kitashousewife · 2 years

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just wanted you to love me

an: i wanna start by thanking laura for the load of help she was with this fic!! this is based off of the song big fat mouth by arlie. i heard this song and immediately thought of atsumu so here we go lmao

pairing: timeskip!atsumu x fem!reader

warnings: angst, atsumu and his big mouth, pet names (baby, darling, babe), fluffy ending, lowercase intentional, slightly suggestive ending

atsumu has a big mouth. not physically, but figuratively. ever since he was a kid, he hasn't been able to keep anything to himself. after a lot of trial and error, his friends eventually stopped telling atsumu any sensitive information.

not only is he a gossip, but atsumu can't keep his opinions to himself either. always thinking that he knows better, saying things without thinking.

that's exactly why you've been ignoring him for two days.

he didn't mean it, honest. he was just trying to be helpful! when he walked into the kitchen and saw you working on homework for what seemed like the 100th hour in a row, he just wanted to take some of the weight off of your shoulders.

looking back, there were other ways he could have done that.

"hey darlin'," atsumu greets you, lightly scratching your back as you type away on an assignment that should have been done hours ago. leaning into his touch, you look up at him with a tired smile. "hi, 'tsum."

"how 'bout we head to bed?"

nodding sleepily, you hit save on the document. "just a second, i'm going to submit this and then i'll come in," you yawn, stretching your arms above your head.

kissing your forehead, atsumu mumbles a quick see ya soon and shuffles towards his bedroom. your own apartment isn't far, but working on homework late is the perfect excuse for a sleepover. not that you needed one in the first place.

when you enter his bedroom, you smile to yourself as you see atsumu through the crack of the bathroom door, brushing his teeth with a sleepy look on his face. in your exhaustion, you flop on the bed and let out a long groan.

"feein' okay baby?" he slurs through the toothbrush hanging lazily out of his mouth.

"no," you groan once more and sit up in atsumu's bed. "i'm just so sick of my group mates," you huff, flopping back on the bed once your boyfriend slips in.

"what are they doin'?"

"they aren't helping me! i swear 'tsum, it's like they don't even care," you pout.

when he looks back on the conversation, he realizes this is where he made his first mistake.

"ask the professor for a new group! i'm sure they would let ya," he suggests, wrapping his arms around your body, pulling away slightly when he feels you tense up.

"it's not that easy, i'm stuck with them all semester. besides, it would be a lot of work to get groups moved around, and-"

"then there's no use complainin' about it darlin'."

mistake number two.

you sit up and turn to face your boyfriend with furrowed brows.

"excuse me?"

atsumu sits back as well and runs a hand through his hair. "well since there isn't anything ya can do about it, it doesn't do much good to complain-"

"i'm not, atsumu," you glare, and he swears he can feel the goosebumps fill his skin one by one. "i wasn't asking for advice, i was just trying to vent."

"i-im just trying to help," he stutters out of frustration, trying not to get too upset.

"you don't need to be dramatic about it."

the third and final mistake.

"what."

he clears his throat in shame. atsumu knows he shouldn't have said that.

"i was just tryin' to help, ya didn't need to get all mad."

he probably shouldn't have said that either.

with your jaw on the floor, you get up off of his bed and walk into the kitchen, slipping on your shoes and grabbing your bag and keys.

"c'mon babe, i didn't mean it. it's okay to be dramatic-" you raise your eyebrows and reach for the door. "wait! i didn't mean that, i just-"

"goodnight, atsumu."

he winces at both the slam of his apartment door and the lack of nickname. shuffling back to his room like a wounded puppy, he flops onto the bed and calls his brother.

it's been 2 days since that night, and he's barely heard from you. besides your text to let him know you arrived home safely and letting him know that you received a piece of his mail, you haven't said a word.

atsumu can't say the same.

double, triple, even quadruple texting you, blowing up your phone just to talk to you. he's going crazy in his apartment when he's home from practice, and he swears he can smell your perfume even though you haven't been there for days.

he just needs to talk to you. to tell you he's sorry.

as much as he hates to admit it, osamu is right.

which is why atsumu is walking back and forth in front of the floral shop downtown, phone to his ear as he whines to his twin.

"what do i do, 'samu? i fucked up, i know i shouldn't have-"

"opened yer stupid trap?"

"yeah," he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "i want to make things right. i want to do better."

"well, i can't help ya with the last part. that, you gotta do yerself. but, i can help with the first part."

per his brother's recommendation, atsumu now stands at your door with the biggest bouquet of pink roses you've ever seen, with rosy cheeks to match.

"pink, huh?"

he gives you a shy smile from behind the petals. "yeah, do ya like 'em?"

you nod, and step to the side to let him in. grabbing the flowers from his hand, you set them on the counter to grab a vase.

"gratitude and appreciation,"

atsumu stops petting the cat that rubs at his feet and cocks his head to the side. "huh?"

placing the stems in the colored glass, you sigh. "pink roses are for expressing gratitude and appreciation,"

he nods and walks over to you slowly. "it's to say i'm sorry," he mumbles, scratching the back of his head.

"for what?"

he grabs both of your hands in his large ones and kisses the tops of them. "i'm sorry. i'm sorry for giving ya solutions when ya just wanted me to listen," he kisses your forehead softly and continues. "i'm sorry for callin' ya dramatic. i didn't mean it, a-and i feel so bad-" he cuts himself off and holds your face in his hands softly and looks you in the eyes.

"i love ya so much. the past two days have been hell. i've been worried sick about ya and i don't blame ya for ignorin' me. yer the best and i shouldn't have said those things to you."

placing his forehead on yours, he strokes his thumb across you cheek.

"yer so important to me. i don't wanna lose-"

"i forgive you."

he blinks, eyes searching yours. "i forgive you, 'tsum. i love-"

it's atsumu's turn to cut you off with the sweetest, most heart-melting kiss you've ever received. pulling away, he pulls you close, wrapping you up in his big arms.

"i've missed ya," you smile into his chest. "i've missed you too, baby."

pulling away, he walks towards the fridge to scrounge for something to eat, in true atsumu fashion. grabbing some takeout containers out of the fridge, he looks over his shoulder and winks at you.

"i'll work on keeping my big fat mouth shut for ya darlin',"

you laugh, and his heart swells. that's one of the sounds he missed the most.

kissing his cheek as he shoves some rice into said mouth, you grab a drink out of the fridge.

"you do have a big mouth, huh?"

chewing, he nods at you.

"let's put that big mouth to better use, shall we?'

walking towards your room as the sounds of choking and the stuttering of w-wait babe! fill the kitchen, you smile.

it's good to have atsumu back.

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