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merakiui · 4 months

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not poor you-tsum getting piled on the moment she shows up in front of the others. don't worry, i'm sure they're all just playing a fun game with her! she sure is squeaking a whole lot, though...

>_< poor you-tsum, returning to your arms looking so disheveled after playing with the other tsums for so long! They’re all so rough! Riddle tries to brag that his tsum would never participate in such things, but then he finds out his tsum was one of the first to jump on your tsum and now he’s absolutely mortified. The tsum does not reflect his inner thoughts; please believe him!!!! orz

Or you’re studying with the Octavinelle trio while your tsums play together. You don’t understand why they’re wrestling with each other, but all it takes are knowing smiles exchanged amongst the trio and you’ve suddenly got a bad feeling…

Napping alongside Leona while your tsums are busy playing. By this point, you’re almost certain they’re doing more than just playing. ^^;; if you comment on it, Leona cracks one eye open to look at them before smirking and saying, “Maybe we ought to copy their example. Seems fun.” Slow, sloppy, sleepy sex with our favorite lion prince hehe!!!! <3

#twisted chit chat #every day i think about how it was observed that riddle’s tsum might be how riddle would be #if he didn’t grow up under such harsh rules and abuse from his mother #because riddle’s tsum is the only one who doesn’t act perfectly like its counterpart (i.e. the tsum is always disregarding the rules)#AAAAAA RIDDLE OTL he’s so precious to me

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bettyblixen11 · 2 months

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Azul is currently giving me hell with this AMV i'm working on so suggest ways to abuse tsum tsum Azul in my inbox

#becoming an azul hater just bc of that #azul ashengrotto #twisted wonderland #twst #twst azul #tsum tsum azul

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midnightmah07 · 2 months

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They'll be on my side!!! Hahaha! *runs away and tosses a Ruggie tsum at you to distract you*

OH MY GOSH RUGGIE TSU– nvm THEY WILL NEVER BE ON THE SIDE OF AN ABUSIVE PARENT YOU PSYCHOOO

#💙! mah's answers

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acey-wacey · 2 years

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Octavinelle Masterlist

💙 - headcanon

💜 - fic

...

🐙 Azul Ashengrotto 🐙

Finding Your Abuse Scars 💜

Bottled Affections 💜

Affection HCs 💙

Taking Care of You as A Baby 💙

To The Bone - 500 Follower Event 💜

You Come Out as Bisexual - Romantic 💙

You Get Hurt 💙

Pet Names

Hearing You Sing 💙

"I Am Gay For You" 💙

Meeting Your Future Children 💙

Love Rival 💙

Jealous of His Tsum 💙

...

🍄 Jade Leech 🍄

Affection HCs 💙

Not Going Anywhere 💜

You Get Hurt 💙

Pet Names

Hearing You Sing 💙

Found Family 💙

Sour Apple - 1K Follower Event 💜

Loving His Cooking 💙

Meeting Your Future Children 💙

Shrimpy Protection Agency 💙

Love Rival 💙

Jealous of His Tsum 💙

...

🦐 Floyd Leech 🦐

You Get Hurt 💙

Idiot Love 💜

Taking Care of You as A Baby 💙

Kiss You - 500 Follower Event 💜

Pet Names

Hearing You Sing 💙

Found Family 💙

Loving His Cooking 💙

Meeting Your Future Children 💙

Shrimpy Protection Agency 💙

Affection HCs 💙

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #disneytw #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #jade leech #jade leech x reader #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader

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mthofferings · 8 months

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mangacupcake · 2 years

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@adrianasunderworld & @marrondrawsalot please this is so cute and wholesome! But no Tsum abuse!!😤😤 I got big thighs there room for you both- you don’t need to hurt your Tsum😡😡

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eliphante123 · 5 years

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Just a simple question

This sounds childish and demanding but....I WANT A TSUM TSUM OF OUR BOYS!!! I will go to Japan and start pointing my toy knife at Disney “you better make this s*** come true for the both of us”

Don’t know which specific boys but I want ALL. I’ll bury myself to sleep from a piles of tsum tsum, play, hug & hold’em (imagine squeezing them to death), take pictures of them together and might wanna bring them in my college year HAH! get it

y’all agree with me, right?

IF you want to buy one or more, which tsum tsum tw boys would you have? then tell me why or what’re you going to do with it.

Be honest w/ ur words in the comment or reblog. Do whatever you want, SPREAD THE WORDS PEOPLE! cuz I already shared mine.

#twisted wonderland #shitpost #i want one #imagine me abusing the boys in a cute way XD #disney tsum tsum #what do you think?#do you wish to have one :)

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linawritestwst · 2 years

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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐮𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

❤ all dorm members ❤

♡ heartslabyul dorm members react to your love confession ♡ (gn!reader, fluff, no warnings)

♡ twst nightmares and fears au: heartslabyul (chronophobia) ♡ (gn!reader, horror, warnings for possible ooc, blood, death mentions, beheading/decapitation)

♡ heartslabyul pining headcanons ♡ (gn!reader, fluff with hints of angst, no warnings)

♡ heartslabyul jealousy headcanons ♡ (gn!reader, mostly angst, no warnings)

♡ heartslabyul love languages headcanons ♡ (gn!reader, fluff, no warnings)

♡ how twst characters would fall in love with you ♡ (gn!reader, mostly fluff, no warnings)

❤ riddle rosehearts ❤

♡ riddle rosehearts x chaotic s/o x neige leblanche poly headcanons ♡ (gn!reader, fluff, no warnings)

♡ riddle rosehearts affection headcanons ♡ (fem!reader, fluff, no warnings)

♡ jamil, idia, malleus and riddle with a flirty s/o who loves to give them a lot of gifts headcanons ♡ (gn!reader, fluff with elements of angst, no warnings)

♡ dorm leaders with a shy and awkward s/o headcanons ♡ (gn!reader, fluff, warning for mentions of bullying)

♡ jamil, vil and riddle with a s/o who tends to procrastinate headcanons ♡ (gn!reader, fluff, no warnings)

♡ dorm leaders x s/o who loves to give them flowers headcanons ♡ (gn!reader, fluff, no warnings)

♡ dorm leaders fake dating headcanons ♡ (fem!reader, fluff, no warnings)

♡ dorm leaders with a disney princess-like s/o headcanons ♡ (gn!reader, fluff, no warnings)

♡ riddle, leona, azul and jamil x s/o who's traumatized from overblot incidents ♡ (gn!reader, hurt/comfort, no warnings)

♡ tea time with riddle and his tsum tsum ♡ (gn!reader, fluff, no warnings)

♡ riddle, azul, idia and ruggie with a s/o who teases them in a loving way ♡ (gn!reader, fluff, no warnings)

♡ dorm leaders x s/o who comes from a wealthy family headcanons ♡ (fem!reader, fluff, no warnings)

♡ riddle, azul, vil and malleus going ice skating with their s/o headcanons ♡ (gn!reader, fluff with elements of comedy, no warnings)

♡ riddle, trey, azul and jade yandere headcanons ♡ (gn!reader, horror, warnings for yandere themes, abusive/unhealthy relationship dynamics, mentions of stalking, manipulating and gaslighting)

♡ dorm leaders reacting to an idol!reader performing a love song for them ♡ (gn!reader, fluff with elements of comedy, no warnings)

♡ riddle, deuce, silver and malleus x reader who was a knight headcanons ♡ (gn!reader, fluff, no warnings)

♡ yandere!reader x twst's biggest red flags ♡ (gn!reader, horror, warnings for possible ooc, general yandere themes, themes of obsession, mentions of manipulation, murder and death, implications of suicide)

♡ him taking care of you + you taking care of him ♡ (gn!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, no warnings)

❤ ace trappola ❤

♡ first year students with a shy and awkward s/o headcanons ♡ (gn!reader, fluff, no warnings)

♡ first year students trying to confess to an oblivious reader headcanons ♡ (gn!reader, fluff, no warnings)

♡ first years x strong and heroic s/o headcanons ♡ (fem!reader, fluff, no warnings)

♡ trey, jack, leona and ace x shy chef!reader headcanons ♡ (gn!reader, fluff, no warnings)

♡ ace, deuce, floyd and malleus finding out that you had a s/o in your world headcanons ♡ (gn!reader, angst, warnings: no happy ending, malleus's part has yandere themes)

❤ deuce spade ❤

♡ watching leona, jamil and deuce workout headcanons ♡ (fem!reader, warning for slightly suggestive themes)

♡ first year students with a shy and awkward s/o headcanons ♡ (gn!reader, fluff, no warnings)

♡ first year students trying to confess to an oblivious reader headcanons ♡ (gn!reader, fluff, no warnings)

♡ leona, jamil and deuce comforting the reader that has scoliosis headcanons ♡ (fem!reader, hurt/comfort, warnings for mentions of health problems and insecurity themes)

♡ malleus, deuce, jack and idia with a s/o who has chubby cheeks headcanons ♡ (gn!reader, fluff, no warnings)

♡ idia, deuce and floyd taking care of a sick reader ♡ (gn!reader, fluff, no warnings)

♡ first years x strong and heroic s/o headcanons ♡ (fem!reader, fluff, no warnings)

♡ riddle, deuce, silver and malleus x reader who was a knight headcanons ♡ (gn!reader, fluff, no warnings)

♡ ace, deuce, floyd and malleus finding out that you had a s.o in your world headcanons ♡ (gn!reader, angst, warnings: no happy ending, malleus's part has yandere themes)

❤ cater diamond ❤

♡ rook, vil, cater and lilia with a s/o who wears alternative makeup headcanons ♡ (gn!reader, fluff, no warnings)

♡ third years finding your doodle of them with hearts around it headcanons ♡ (gn!reader, fluff, no warnings)

❤ trey clover ❤

♡ trey, azul, epel and sebek working on a project with a clueless reader headcanons ♡ (gn!reader, fluff with elements of comedy, no warnings)

♡ trey, jamil and idia with a chaotic younger sibling headcanons ♡ (gn!reader, fluff with elements of comedy, no warnings)

♡ trey, jamil and lilia with a dramatic s/o that praises their cooking headcanons ♡ (gn!reader, fluff with elements of comedy, no warnings)

♡ trey, jack, sebek and jamil taking care of their sick s/o headcanons ♡ (gn!reader, fluff, no warnings)

♡ jamil, trey, epel and lilia with a s/o who has trust issues headcanons ♡ (fem!reader, hurt/comfort, warning for betrayal themes)

♡ vice dorm leaders with a shy and awkward s/o headcanons ♡ (gn!reader, fluff, no warnings)

♡ leona, ruggie, trey and kalim x s/o who's terrifying when angry ♡ (male!reader, fluff with elements of comedy (but also has some sad moments), no warnings)

♡ trey, azul, jade and idia as househusbands headcanons ♡ (gn!reader, fluff with elements of comedy, no warnings)

♡ riddle, trey, azul and jade yandere headcanons ♡ (gn!reader, horror, warnings for yandere themes, abusive/unhealthy dynamics, mentions of stalking, manipulating and gaslighting)

♡ trey, jamil and silver x s/o who is a good listener headcanons ♡ (gn!reader, fluff, no warnings)

♡ vice dorm leaders x reader who used to be an assassin in their world headcanons ♡ (gn!reader, warnings for mentions of murders, death, weapons and some minor physical violence)

♡ trey, jack, leona and ace x shy chef!reader headcanons ♡ (gn!reader, fluff, no warnings)

♡ third years finding your doodle of them with hearts around it headcanons ♡ (gn!reader, fluff, no warnings)

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #twst headcanons #twst heartslabyul #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #ace trappola #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #cater diamond #cater diamond x reader #trey clover #trey clover x reader

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vexx97 · 3 years

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A BIRTHDAY TO REMEMBER

Part 1: A Fox Comes for a Little Bunny

Miya Atsumu x reader

Tw: various pet name, cucking, daddy kink(mentioned once), breath play, breeding kink, and cockwarming

wc: 1313

@toonpai here is part 1 love

"The two names you get, get to fuck you for a night but I get to watch."

The words echoed in your mind as you stared at your boyfriend, his face as serious as if he were in a match but his eyes hosted a hunger to watch you be devoured. Lifting the hat to you once again you hesitantly reached in and fumbled with the paper. “You don’t have to take them both at once, in fact I want to see them ruin you themselves.” A shiver runs down your spine as heat pools in your belly at the thought. Silently you nod your head and pull out two scrapes of paper, Bokuto takes them from your hands reading them over before a large grin comes to his face. “ Looks like you picked Tsum-Tsum and the captain bunny!”

Slowly you allow the words to sink in, looking over at Bokuto you see that the hunger in his gaze has only gotten stronger. A large hand slides over your waist as he pulls you close to him, using his other hand he gently grips your jaw lifting your face to meet his in a soft slow kiss. Pulling away he sees the haze of your submission creep over your face, “Pretty girl, why don’t you go take a hot bath and get ready for Tsumu while I call him over.” Humming you nod your head before slowly pulling away from his chest to pad your way to your shared bathroom. Bokuto has to readjust himself in his sweats after watching the gentle sway of your hips as you walk, ‘fuck’ he thinks the power you hold over him is probably more then he could ever dream of having over you.

Picking up his phone he calls Atsumu telling him that you picked his name and to come over to play. Before they even hang up the phone Atsumu is scrambling to get ready, having just got out of a shower himself he quickly pulls on a loose training shirt and a pair of sweats. Forgoing underwear as he’s not going to have them on for very long. The drive from his place to yours and Bokuto’s shared apartment takes him less time then usual, the excitement of finally fucking into your pretty cunt overwhelming. Bokuto greets his friend at the door welcoming him in with his usual cheery greeting.

“Okay Tsumu here’s how we’re doing this, everything is fair game but I will be watching on the side.” Feeling satisfied that his friend didn’t put up a fuss at his condition he leads him to the bedroom, “Oh and one more thing Tsum-Tsum,” turning to face the blond man he says his final words loud and clear, “make sure you fill her up nice and full.” With that he turns and opens the door to the bedroom humming when he sees you kneeling at the foot of the bed, having opted to stay naked. Bokuto places a soft kiss on your forehead before whispering how good you are. Gesturing to Atsumu he gives the all clear before sitting on the small couch in the room, legs spread wide as he palms over his half-hard cock.

Atsumu has to take a deep breath to compose himself. Because here you are on your knees, legs spread far enough apart where he can see your already glistening cunt. Soft breasts on display bouncing gently with every breath coming from your parted lips, a deep blush washed over your cheeks and down over your chest. Remembering Bokuto’s words of everything is fair game he stalks over to your flushed form, warm hands trail over the curves of your body squeezing over the soft flesh before finally leaning down capturing your lips in a heated kiss.

Pulling away he starts trailing hot wet kisses down your neck, skilled fingers rolling over your nipples till they harden. “Fuck princess, you really are so perfect.” Guiding you to lay on you back he moves one hand to grasp your throat while the other moves to play with your wet slit. You whimper hands tangling in blond locks urging him to kiss too again, “Tsumu~ ah please.” You grkk in me against his hand desperately needing more friction to your sensitive clit. Chuckling he places a quick kiss on the corner of your mouth, “Ya know I wanted this ta last but with yer beggin I don't think I'll last.”

Two thick fingers fill your cunt stretching your walls to prepare for the heavy cock he's so ready to give you. Tears bead your lash line as you grasp his wrist stopping his hand from moving, “Tsumu need it need your cock.” Taking a deep breath he pulls away from you completely, quickly stripping his clothes and crawling between your splayed thighs. Looking over at Bokuto, Atsumu finds his friend hosting a deep blush across his chest pants pooled at his ankles as his cock stands thick and leaking over his stomach. Turning his gaze back to you he quickly decided to flip you over gripping your hair he pulled you to his chest forcing you to look over at your boyfriend.

“Look at him, see what you've done with all that begging.” Atsumu’s words cause you to moan at the sight of Bokuto making your dripping hole clench around nothing. Slowly Atsumu drags his own cock through your folds, flushed head catching your clit. The gentle rocking of his hips continues till you whine, pitched and needy with the need to be filled. The hand that was in your hair winds its way back around your throat before he shealths himself to the hilt within the warm walls of your cunt.

A loud moan rips from your throat at the sudden intrusion, “Eyes forward princess I want you to watch him come undone at your slutty hole being bred.” Even through the small tears that have started to fall you could see Bokuto’s eyes roll at Atsumu’s words. A rough yet steady pace was set, and with every slap of his hips against your ass a choked moan and whimper of his name fell from your lips.

“Nng Tsu- ah Tsumu I gotta I need-” he chuckles knowing what you need, a wet slap from his hand hitting your cunt echoes as your body convulses from pain. “What does the pretty puppy need to cum? Want to show your daddy how good you are.” You whine nodding furiously. Leaning close he whispers in your ear, “Then cum, now.” Your body tenses as the rope snaps, walls guttering around him as his pace remains steady riding out your orgasm.

Bokuto furiously strokes his cock in time with Atsumu’s thrusts, feeling his balls tighten seeing you come undone around someone else. With a loud groan he cums, thick ropes coating his chest and stomach. Watching intently as Atsumu reaches his end, filling your abused cunt with his cum.

Standing Bokuto sheds his pants from around his ankles and walks over to the bed just as Atsumu slowly pulls out of your tired body. Patting your hair Atsumu whispers a happy birthday before kissing your cheek, getting up he quickly dressed before waving to Bokuto as he leaves. “You did so well pretty girl, always so good for me.” Humming at the praise you then whine as two fingers stuff the cum that's sliding out back into your warm cunt. Soft kisses are littered over your face as Bokuto turns you to your side and pulls you to his chest.

A soft cry leaves you as he slides his still hard cock into your swollen pussy, “Shh bunny it's ok I’m not going to fuck you, just wanna keep you full.” A quiet reasurrence given as a warm hand strokes up your side, “Sleep now pretty girl you have another big day tomorrow.”

Masterlist: https://vexx97.tumblr.com/post/660464471789207552/a-birthday-to-remember

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu smut #atsumu miya #atsumu miya x reader #bokuto koutaro #bokuto x reader #tw cucking #tw cockwarming #tw breath play #tw breeding kink #tw daddy #tw pet names #vexx writes

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ganen-cheese · 2 years

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hello, do you know if OX is okay with people selling fanart? Like imagine if I drew something with tianshan and i printed some stickers and sold them. Idk if OX said something about stuff like this.

It wouldn’t be a copy of the art style or drawings, it would be with my style and stuff and nothing mass produced, only small things.

Disclaimer: These are just my opinions and words from my observations and knowledge. These do not represent Old Xian, Moss or Mosspaca in any shape or form.

Hello! Moss said years ago when 19 Days was just in its infancy that non-profit works are allowed. Non-profit from my understanding is even if money is made, the money made from the work will just go back as the money used to make the work.

Despite these words, I still see a lot of people/companies who sell merchandise on websites, stealing from 19 Days fan artists or directly using Old Xian’s art on fake merchandise and profiting off them.

I don’t think Old Xian has directly said anything about these things, and I think they also consult Moss for these kinds of matters. So Moss’ announcements are Old Xian’s (and Tan Jiu’s) also.

I saw Old Xian enjoying fanmade things sent by fans, so I don’t think they don’t like fanwork per se. But profiting off of copyrighted material is another matter, and lots of officials usually turn a blind eye on these things to let fans form a community and enjoy the source material by themselves, as long as it doesn’t directly affect their reputation, profits etc. Genshin Impact has recently made an announcement on this type of fanmade merchandise and gave rules so that fans can feel safe making fanmerch.

I don’t know if Old Xian or Moss will ever make these sorts of announcements, since there are some abusers as mentioned earlier. If they make an announcement, it means they have to take action each time they see infringement.

Small fanmade merch might be harmless, I love seeing them too, but since we are not the copyright holders, we have no say.

If Old Xian or Moss one day announces to stop these merchandise selling, fans should be ready to seize all production.

A lot of Japanese fans sell merch and doujinshi of course, there are just unspoken rules in the fandoms, such as never selling merch that the officials might also sell, don’t let officials see what you’re doing which will drive them up against a wall where they have to make an ultimatum, be ready to delete all your works if one day officials tell you to stop, never sell merch that can be mistaken as official merch like a copy of tsum tsum or mochi mascot etc. (You can enjoy some custom mochis personally or make them for yourself or between friends, but never sell them because it might cause misunderstandings, etc.)

Some officials are just kind and letting small harmless fun be, but we just need to act appropriately, in a way that acknowledges we are not the copyright owners of 19 Days and its characters, and not abuse Old Xian/Moss’ kindness. 🥺 They already allow non-profit. Just no creating of money-making business from it.

So I can’t tell you it’s okay, because I don’t know how some people sell merch. Or what range is okay with Mosspaca. I know you told me it won’t be mass produced 🥺 I think that’s a good start, but just keep it in mind 🥺 The only thing Moss said okay from my knowledge is non-profit. 🥺 Anything outside of that has not been acknowledged officially. So just that 🥺 I know fans will do as they please, and officials won’t police everything, but if you want to know yes or no, that’s what Moss said before 🙏

#Asks #Anonymous

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venenatd · 3 years

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atsumu x reader; motion sickness - chapter two.

summary; the morning after the night before. waking up with a hangover, reader pieces together what went down last night as well as trying to escape from her hookup asap. i wonder how that’ll work out.

content warnings; nsfw content, marks left from sex (scratches), talking about an abusive ex (use of silent treatment/love bombing), oral (m and f receiving), sex

a/n; i hope you enjoy this. i decided to change up the pacing a little so it flows better, and combined chapter 2 and 3. therefore this is a far longer chapter (8k+ words). also, idk if this needs warning but reader says that previous hookups haven’t led to orgasm before??? just in case i guess!

ao3 | series masterlist | main masterlist | 18+ minors dni

If you could describe the feeling in your head as one thing, it would be soft dough. Soft dough that is currently being harshly kneaded by your alarm.

With bleary eyes you just try and make your phone shut up for two seconds, flopping back into the softness of your morning safety net. Your head hurts. Your legs hurt. The familiar ache that always burns in your thighs is exemplified by something.

“G’mornin’ Goldie.”

Make that someone.

His voice is low and soft and alarming to every sense. Artificial blond tufts of hair, and his tanned skin are all you can make out. You remember the appeal of his broad and muscular shoulders, how well the shirt fitted. It takes a few blinks for you to figure out if the deep red scratches that mark the expanse of his back suit him as much as the top.

“I think you should, uh, go.” Your voice is shot, and the attitude makes you cringe. There’s enough time for niceties, and you try to settle for something sweeter. “Please.”

“Why? It’s my room.”

If the dull throbbing of your head wasn’t enough of an indicator of how much you drank last night, flicking your eyes around the room to finally take in your surroundings is. There’s a suitcase and duffle bag (that definitely aren’t yours) by the chairs and side table. The art is different. It’s a bigger room all together, with a small couch area attached.

You look back at the regret beside you, and he starts to twist, arm going to wrap around your waist.

It’s enough of an incentive to pull yourself from the warmth of the bed, grabbing whatever you can as quickly as possible.

“You can stay, y’know,” Atsumu’s eyes are blinking slowly, watching you in total bemusement as you scamper round the room, pulling on your skirt. It’s not that you don’t want to. Just the idea of settling next to another body, his heat radiating where your skin meets. It's a comfort you haven’t felt in a while. You’re not sure you want to feel it.

You’re not adverse to hookups, allowing someone else into your body. The afterglow and next morning go deeper than any act of desire. It seeps into your veins.

“I’ve got to go,” Usually you wouldn’t have allowed yourself to have to make the decision, either leaving once your partner's breath slows just enough, or escorting them out quickly enough. You certainly weren’t stupid enough to loose your clothes most of the time. “Where—”

“By the door.”

“Thanks.”

Leaving the bedroom with an arm wrapped around your chest, Atsumu sits himself up on elbows to check his phone. It tells him it’s 6:47am and that the MSBY group chat was busy last night.

ginger // 12:35am

>> where are u tsumu?????

kou-bo // 12:35am

>> SMOOCHING ON TEAM NIGHT???

>> unbelievable

>> and i trsted you to spend time with us (∩︵∩)

ginger // 12:37am

>> please come back kou is crying

kou-bo // 12:38am

>> dont tell tsum tsum that hes alredy curhsed my heart <///3

>> m not cryinh

captain // 12:40am

>> i thought i told you not to get drunk.

>> go to sleep.

>> now.

There’s more back and forth as Bokuto’s spelling gets worse and worse, then devolves into talk about Akaashi, and Atsumu gives up reading.

You skittishly reappear, this time with a bra on, and your shirt in your hands.

“Thanks to you this is still wet,” you begin, and Atsumu tries not to make the obvious joke, “so I need to steal the hotel robe.”

He’s grinning like a sleepy fool, nestling back into the covers. “Just grab somethin’ of mine, I don’t mind. Think of it as payment.”

“I think you did enough of that already... Uh, sorry about your back.”

The blonde’s breathing is slow again, and he lets out a murmur of affirmation. You head to where his bags sit against the chair and pull out the softest thing your hands find: a burgundy hoodie.

You gather your phone and purse, tucking the shirt that stinks of stale beer in. Not one to spend too long on goodbyes, you quickly make your leave.

As you go to the door, Atsumu’s voice emerges once again, thick with sleep.

“Why ya goin’ so early anyway?”

“I told you. I’m competing.”

And like that you’re gone.

Getting used to early mornings is something that shouldn’t be assumed possible. As you reach the rink your eyes are still heavy with dust, remnants of last night's eyeliner clinging on. Burgundy hoodie still hugs you, but with leggings swapped for the skirt. You don’t remember much of the night’s events. Of course the drink being spilled, talking and flirting with the spiller. He was fun and entertaining, a certain glint in his eye enchanting you.

But after you left the bar, it all starts to swim a little. Bumping into one another, definitely kissing. You thought you led him to your hotel room, and somehow it happened to be the hotel you were both staying at. God forbid you meet Atsumu at the breakfast buffet.

As you begin your warm up stretches your body is constantly reminding you of the night's events. Your legs hooked over his shoulders, him pushing so deeply into you. Lunges make your mind flash back to being on all fours. It’s annoying you have no memory of how good it was. Just flashes of positions.

The scratches on his back make you think it was good though.

“You need to get deeper into that stretch.”

Faiz’s words bring you out of your thoughts, and you hope he doesn’t catch on to the warmth in your cheeks.

“So,” he extends the ‘oh’ raising an all too inquisitive brow, “did you get lucky?”

“Shut up.”

“Oh you did!” he’s laughing at you, and you lift a hand from your downward dog to flip a middle finger at him. “Well hopefully he taught you something. God knows you need it.”

“Hey?!” Your indignance makes him chuckle, apologising but only half meaning it. Faiz, for how good he is as a coach and a friend, does not feel much need in holding back. You’re both aware of how your dance, meant to be based on the ideas of romance and seduction, is not faring well.

You both make your way to the ice, you getting more pent up the more Faiz nudges at you. The entire competitive season you’ve received harsh judgement from scores and the media about your performance. ‘The free dance falls flat’, ‘with a little more oomf, she’d be amazing!’, ‘maybe she’s just too uptight for love or passion’.

No matter how hard you tried, the routine was a series of movements. No special spark. Nothing that made it stand out. And it had been getting to you.

Why can't you just show love? It should be easy to fake. Smiling and blushing and twirling around as if it’s something sweet. It never quite works.

On the rink, you practice each element and routine on repeat. As much as you adore him, Faiz is being as brutal as ever.

"I don't get why you can't just feel the music, the love and passion. Have you ever seen a rom-com?"

If looks could kill, you'd most certainly have an arrest warrant after you.

"Of course I have. Look! I don't know, I keep trying and trying but maybe I'm just not meant for," your hands gesture wildly in the air, "for love!"

"But you have been in love before, no?"

Ugh. "Sort of."

"I'm not sure love is a 'sort of' kinda topic."

"It was with him, okay?" You say through gritted teeth.

"Okay," Faiz can tell he's hit a nerve, and whilst he's more than happy to press into it when it comes to skating, your eyes are a little too sad this time. Being your coach means he’s seen pretty much all your ups and downs, knows you far beyond friendship.

Your ex had been interesting to say the least when it came to love. Saying the L-word so quickly after you started dating hit you like a train. Then the carriages ran you over too, as he got madder and angrier that you didn’t feel ready to say it back.

“I don’t fucking get it. I do everything I can for you.”

“We’re reading the same book! You’re just a couple chapters ahead of me,” you had smiled. His face stayed unmoving, cold and still.

You’d learned from that day that silence was far worse than shouting. Even when you eventually had said it, after days of pressure, he didn’t believe you. So you would stir it into his tea, flavour food with it, kiss it into his skin and try to get the meaning of love into his veins.

Time got spotty when you thought back to him, how you couldn’t distinguish when and how it flipped from him asking you to say you loved him, to you saying it every moment you could. That desperate for him to break that cold facade, to smile at you.

At some point you started believing that you did in fact love him. Would it have hurt so much if you didn’t? So, sort of would have to do.

Your morning is spent twinging at aching muscles, doing spins and jumps again and again. Faiz constantly bickering at you to just let it flow, to use whatever happened last night to inspire you. But you can’t remember last night, and all you want is bed and warmth and to forget about the notion of love.

It’s only a couple of hours after your exit that Atsumu wakes. His, unlike yours, is an unrushed morning. Flicking to some random channel on the TV, drinking coffee from the complimentary pods. He finally responds to the group chat, only to be met with teasing about bailing on guys night.

It was somewhat of a ritual for the team. The last hurrah before the intensity of competition begins. Typically the nights would start with Sakusa excusing himself early, despite the pouting and omi-omi’s Atsumu would attempt. They would end with Koutarou whining about missing Keiji, and Atsumu finding someone to distract himself with.

Seems Hinata had to deal with Bo last night, and Atsumu had definitely succeeded with a satisfying all encompassing distraction.

He steps into the shower, getting rid of the sweat and drowsiness from his body. It stings as he turns his back to the spray, and for a moment he wonders why. ‘Sorry about your back’. Quickly hopping out the walk in, Atsumu studies his reflection.

The mirror reveals deep reddened lines that trail down his back, noticeable enough he scoffs at them. “Jesus,” he whispers, moving back into the shower to wash.

There’s something about it that sends a shiver up his spine. The idea of being marked from the pleasure he gave you. He can’t remember it well enough, but he hopes he gave you something to remember him by too.

It's not something he'd admit to anyone else, but he's half disappointed you didn't scrawl your number on the pad by the phone. He’s more disappointed he checked it just in case.

The morning goes by easily, a jog being a welcome break in the monotony. It clears the last of the hangover from his mind, and by the afternoon training session, Atsumu is his usual energized self.

He’s greeted with a few whistles and howls in the locker room, and meets it with eye-rolls.

“There he is! Mr. Bailing-Guys-Night!”

“Ah jeez, you really not gonna let that go?" He gets down on one knee with open arms, "Please, Bo, I beg of you. Forgive me.”

Koutarou responds to Atsumu’s dramatics with his own, lip wobbling and eyes going wide, “Tsum-Tsum, we missed you.”

“I did not miss you,” Sakusa adds from beneath his mask.

“Kiyoomi was near sobbing ‘Tsumu,” Shoyo grins at him, before elbowing Kou in the ribs, “and Bo was full on sobbing.”

Atsumu accepts the hand offered to him, pulling himself off his knee and goes to swap his shirt, only to be met with more hollering.

“What was she, a lion?!” from Bo.

“A wolf?” Shoyo adds with delight, “no! A jackal!”

“Please shut up.” Kiyoomi states as Bokuto and Hinata are struggling to breathe between laughter, giving Atsumu a devastating once over.

Practice is an assault on Atsumu's body, one that he enjoys even after all this time. Drills and repetitive movements seep into his brain, taking over his thoughts. But not entirely.

He wonders why you're saying you're competing. Not that it even matters, but such a bold faced fib has just got his mind wandering. Maybe you meant you were a manager, your team was competing. But why such an early start? The team that unruly you need to be an iron fist for them?

It’s stupid, but it bugs Atsumu enough he goes and asks Foster who the first team on the roster for the court were this morning. Upon receiving an answer he gets his phone out and googles- god, why is he googling- their team. You're most certainly not their manager. Or for the team after that.

Accepting defeat and the fact that he really shouldn't care this much about a one night stand, Atsumu pockets his phone again, and lets his focus return to volleyball.

Meian gathers the team around in the locker room to go over the last minute details. A few days of media, interviews and such. Press junkets for some sponsorships. They’re for the most part boring, just going on about the team and ‘trying our best!’, but the attention makes it a little interesting. Then it’ll be the first match and concentration time.

The team and Atsumu have traditions. A final night of drinks, picking out a postcard and magnet from each city to put on the fridge of their home training ground. Then each player has their own little good luck charms. Bokuto’s is a call for calming down with Akaashi. Hinata goes to the bathroom, which is weird, but works. Atsumu has a sweater from high school. He’ll wear it each day after practice between guys night and the first match. Washing it so many times over the years has softened the fabric, and even though it’s slightly more snug than before, he cherishes it.

So why, when searching for the maroon hoodie of his dreams, does he not find it?

Fuck, something like this could throw him off his game.

“Are you alright, Miya?” Sakusa asks quietly. For all his taunts, he can pick up on the behavioural changes of his team quite astutely.

“My hoodie… I know I packed it,” Atsumu starts to take everything out the duffel, knowing that there will be no hint of red in there.

Kiyoomi sighs tentatively. But he does care. “Well, where did you last see it?”

“If I knew that Omi, I wouldn’t be losin’ it now, would I?”

“Do you want my help?”

Sakusa’s tone is sharp, but he’s clearly trying to help. Atsumu is worrying his lip, letting out a murmured “sorry.”

“Don’t be. Just, don’t panic. It’ll be in your hotel room.”

Despite his passive exterior, Kiyoomi is somehow one of the few people that can calm him in a few sentences. So, after a few deep breaths, Atsumu packs his duffel bag back up and tries to stay as neutral as his friend.

Hinata and Bokuto are as hyper as ever, and he almost starts to feed off them as they head back to the hotel. Plans are made for the evening, watching some old matches together and reviewing any moves that may pop up. As he waves goodbye to his teammates, Atsumu heads back to his room, nearing a good mood.

It sobers up quickly as he routes through his suitcase. No hoodie. Then he goes through the room, checking under pillows, and under the perfectly made up bed. Obviously no success. It’s equal parts frustrating and worrying. Yes, Atsumu knows in reality he’s a good- well, great- volleyball player. He loves his sport. But once something had become so routine he knows feeling slightly off about it could affect his performance. Just as someone being too loud on the court could, it swings him more than he’d like to admit.

omi-omi // 4:35pm

>>Any luck?

Me // 4:35pm

>> no :/

omi-omi // 4:36pm

>> Could Osamu have it? Mixed it up somehow?

That’s when it dawns on him. Samu is (for once) out of the way of Atsumu’s path. You, however, are most certainly not. “She didn’t…” he mutters to no one but himself. Having been nice enough to offer you a shirt was one thing, but that hoodie…

Atsumu needs it back.

For most people, Atsumu’s slightly narrowed eyes and grin cocked to one side is a winning combination. The smoulder, as Bokuto would come to call it. He’s pulling it out now, a last ditch attempt at persuasion. Honey eyes gleam with charm, eyebrows raised enough to show interest. But the grey wiry haired woman in front of him seems unfazed, mouth remaining in a straight line.

“Sir, I told you,” she’s trying her best to keep her voice customer friendly, but she looks entirely done, “I cannot give you their room or,” she raises her voice as Atsumu starts to open his mouth, “or phone number. First name alone is not enough.”

His head drops for a moment, before checking the name tag and smiling back at the woman. “Thank you for all your help, Claudia.”

“Have a good evening, Sir.”

“Yeah, you too.”

Atsumu turns away, and he almost screams.

“Claudia! It’s her!”

“Sir?”

Coming back from the gym, you were slow and sluggish, finally using the last of your little energy. A nap, and then dinner, and then more sleep. That was all you wanted. Yawning and stretching, you’re making your way through the lobby, ready for the coziness awaiting you.

Instead, there’s a blonde hurtling towards you at a rapid pace. “I told you she was here! I got her!”

“You what?!”

He’s hurtled towards you, grabbing your arm and dragging you as if to present you to the poor woman behind the counter. She gives you both a tight lipped smile, evidently done with her entire evening. Next he’s pulling you away from the other guests queued up, and you’re being rushed and tugged in every direction. If this is what he’s like sober, maybe the muscles aching weren’t such a good sign.

Bringing you to a quiet space, firm hands grab your shoulders, and you look up to the slightly wild eyes meeting your own. Oh god.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

His eyes soften, becoming warm pools of honey as he searches your face. “You have something of mine.”

“I do?” you squeak. Then your mind flashes back to this morning, the hoodie you tossed on to make your way down the hall and return to your own room. You calm your voice from any trembling as you echo, “I do.”

“I know I didn’t specify what you could have, and I’m real sorry darlin’, but I need that one back.” He’s staring at you with a lopsided smile that you’re sure most would melt at.

“So much for repayment, hmm?” You sidestep him, headed towards the elevator. For a moment, his heart drops, watching after you. Not that he’d be opposed to annoying you every time he sees you until the hoodie is back in his clutches, but Atsumu isn’t going to go so far as to follow you to your room. Then you pause, turning back to him, “you coming?” and he’s like a puppy all over again, quickly at your heel.

The elevator feels slower than normal. The air thick and heavy as you each rest against opposite walls. You both make stilted attempts at conversation, each lasting a couple of sentences.

Walking along an awkwardly patterned carpet, you let him into your room. Much smaller than the one you spent the night in, there’s just the bed with a little side table. It’s fairly messy, only neatened by the staff into small piles. And in the middle of it all, there’s the goods. Many would call Atsumu dramatic, but that’s the furthest thing from his mind as he thinks maroon has never looked so beautiful.

He’s holding and smoothing over the fabric as you eye him with a brow raised. “I’m sorry for taking something so important to you. I just picked what was easiest.”

“No, no, it’s fine. I’m just sorry you had to leave in such a rush,” he stretches forward, examining the hoodie further. It makes the shirt he’s wearing lift a little, revealing the deep V on his torso and a little happy trail. You scold yourself before you get too distracted. Why are you even looking? Jesus.

Thankfully, the man in front of you is far from paying attention.

“Yeah, I just had plans, y’know how it is.” The slight strain in your voice is enough for Atsumu to be brought down from his hoodie induced high. His limited experience of you has provided him with evidence that you’re usually quick to snap back, tone coated in sarcasm. So why are you acting shy all of a sudden?

“I was enjoyin’ how cozy you were next to me. Even with the snoring.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re excused, Goldie. The snores were worth it.”

“I do not snore.”

“You kinda do,” he pauses over each syllable. Your face is doing that thing again. Trying so hard not to break into laughter, to let him know he’s doing well and being rewarded with your giggles. It’s annoying how his soft accent and boyish grin win you over so quickly. “I think you’re some sorta feral animal. Snoring, living in this mess—”

“It’s not that bad—”

“Clawing my back.”

That shuts you up. The tension is back, travelling from the elevator and spreading all around the room. You try to keep your voice even and cool, “Sorry again for that.”

“Why would you be sorry?” He takes a step closer to you, and waits to see if you take a step back. You don’t, stuck in place with chains of oozing charisma. Honeyed eyes watch your own flick between his features.

You make an attempt to step out of the tension, looking to the side and away from the massive presence in front of you. “I don’t even remember doing it.”

Playing aloof can only get you so far you find out, as you let out a tight smile and reignite eye contact with Atsumu.

“Want me to remind you?”

Yes, dear god, yes.

He makes another stride in your direction, leaving barely any distance between you. You stick a hand out as if to stop him, letting your palm rest on his abdomen. Where you can now most definitely feel the ‘V’ line you were checking out earlier. With narrowed eyes you search his face for a reason to say no.

You don’t find it.

With a slow breath, your hand travels upwards, feeling and crossing the firm planes of his muscles. Feeling his stomach tighten, not in order to show off his abs, but out of excitement and intrigue. It brings a little smile to the corner of your mouth, which he watches closely. Waiting so patiently.

Mapping across his body, the hair on Atsumu’s arms starts to rise, for you are so soft and gentle to his large and hard. Fingers trail gracefully up to his pectoral, and you wish you could feel if his heart was racing. Finally your digits make their way to his collarbone, and dragging fingertips across his neck.

Atsumu’s eyes flutter, and his lips part. The gentlest sigh passes between them, and you wrap your hand behind his neck, pulling him towards you.

Your lips slot together, soft for a second, before you grasp onto his hair and bring him deeper.

He cups your face, a thumb at your jaw makes you open your lips more. Licking into your mouth and happy with how receptive you are, Atsumu closes on to your waist. Large palms spread across your back, before one closes around your waist, the other on your hip. He wants your body against his, pressed to him in all it’s warmth.

Your bodies do not remain still for long, big hands pushing you back until your knees hit the bed and you fall backwards. A memory of last night comes to mind, and you think it must be one of his ‘moves’. Moving your body up the bed, you’re quickly stopped by a firm hold on your ankle.

“Stay.” So the puppy becomes the master. You’re left panting, raising yourself onto elbows as the man curves himself over you. One more wet kiss to your lips, before he goes over your jaw, your earlobe - “sensitive, hmm?” he murmurs when your body twitches at the contact. His tongue traces up the column of your throat.

He’s trying so hard to be patient. Not that he doubts his prowess when it comes to pleasure of the opposite sex (or the same for that matter), but usually a hook up is just that. And now he’s made promises of back scratchingly good sex. But when you’re squirming beneath him, fingers pressed into his arms and hips lifting off the bed, it’s getting hard. Maybe you don’t want patient.

“Ju- just,” you whimper beneath him as he starts to push up your top. Why is it so hard to ask for what you want?

“Just what, Goldie?”

“Just fuck me already.” It’s almost like you read his mind.

He pauses at the expanse of skin he was about to kiss, and eyes you. Slow and patient flies out the window as he cups your clothed pussy. You hum a little, the sensation getting there but far from enough. Atsumu lets you grind down a few times, enjoying the tension leaving your features. But then he draws away, leaving you whining and eyebrows stitching back together.

“Could be nicer about it.”

“Atsumu. Fuck. Me.”

He pouts, and you can’t tell if he’s hurt or about to scold you. Lifting off you, his fingers play at the hem of his shirt. “What’s the magic word?”

You wish you weren’t about to say it. But it’s like you’re not even in control as the moving material reveals chiselled abs and strong arms beneath it. The darker hair is there, leaving a little trail down to where your imagination will take over (for now). And so, despite yourself, as he stretches his shoulders back, eyes dark as they look down at you, you whisper, “please.”

He looks like he wants to ruin you. Smirking, he responds, “much better.”

Your eyes roll back into your head as he leans back over, forgoing your trousers and dipping under the waistband. Holding finger pads close over your clit he rubs softly, before going further, feeling how wet you’ve become through your panties. He bites back a little whine, and immediately relinquishes his hand. Bringing your head back up from the bed with alarm, he utters something about patience, and immediately pulls down your pants.

Lifting your hips to aid him, you tug your shirt off too. He lets out a low whistle, “I’m gonna get distracted, doll.” Hands grasp at the fat of your tits, pulling down the cups of your bras to play with your nipples between his fingers. To bring his head down means his hips slot in between your legs again, and you can feel him grinding against your core. He’s hard, and from what you can tell, big.

Taking your pebbled nipple into his mouth he sucks gently, enjoying the mews that come from your mouth. He moves between each one, making sure they are peaked and sensitive. Only then does he lightly bite, and your hand curling into his hair signifies that the pleasure, twinged with a little pain, is working wonderfully.

You roll your hips against his crotch, and you can feel the vibrations of the hum it draws from him against your skin.

It emboldens you, and you move your free hand down, skimming the waistband of his sweats. He curls his hips, letting his forehead rest on your chest for a moment. His eyes travel between the valley of your breasts, watching your hand palm at his cock.

“Eager, hmm?” he murmurs against you, enjoying the way you card through his hair. Pink cheeks and heavy lids come into your view. You are so eager to please that face.

Sinking down, you push against his firm abs once more, his body moving off you. Your mouth lingers across his torso. Swirling your tongue around his nipples, letting it trail down all the curves of his stomach. He signs and lets you little half moans, and you want nothing more than to receive the full song of his pleasure in your ears.

You rest on your knees, kissing around his hip bones and upper thighs. As you drag the fabric down, you leave a wake of licks and nips. Atsumu watches and runs a hand through his hair and down his face. He likes to be in control, but this, this is testing his restraint and it’s biting at his curiosity.

Palming over the bulge of his briefs, some of your aching muscles this morning are beginning to make sense. You mouth over his length, looking up with big doe eyes to see him bite his lower lip. Rolling the last remaining item in between you and your goal down, Atsumu’s cock springs forward and up. It’s thicker rather than long, with one thin vein travelling up the underside.

The prettiest part of his dick is the flushed tip, slowly leaking pre-cum.

You smile, you fucking smile, up at him. Atsumu watches your thumb brush across his slit, feeling his eyes flutter. Then as you wrap your fist around him and pump they roll back into his head. Watching the persona you’ve briefly come to know fall apart a little is more enjoyable than you’d ever tell him.

“Fuck-” he starts to whine, as your wet pink muscle pokes out frm between your lips. Circling the head of his cock and tasting the saltiness of his pre. Letting your jaw fall slack, you let him take back over, holding his length at the base and feeding it to you slowly.

He doesn’t push too far into your mouth, and you hollow your cheeks as you withdraw. Replacing his hand you make slow movements with your fist. Coming off his cock, Atsumu is treated to the sight of your tongue lolling out your mouth, strands of spit still hanging between it and his head. You look far too good, and he feels his self control weathering.

Your mouth is so hot, and wet, and perfect, as you bring him in again. Atsumu has his head rolled back, eyes closed. Large hands paw at your hair, fingers scratch into your scalp. He wants more, and you can feel it in the way his thigh tenses under your palm. Curling your fingers, you drag your nails slightly down the skin. It reminds him of the scratches on his back, and instinctively his stomach butterflies, and he knows you felt his cock twitch in your mouth.

Putting your hand over the one in your hair, you push down, giving him the okay. “You want- haah, fuck,” his voice still oozes with natural charisma, until he looks down again, and sees you encouraging him. Using the grip on your scalp, he brings you further down his length, letting the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat.

Gagging around him only spurs you on. You enjoy impressing people and pleasing them, and the moans that fly out his lips each time your nose touches his trimmed pubes only spurs you on. Sitting back on your feet, you allow Atsumu to pump into your mouth, until he’s leaning over your head and resting his hands on the bed.

“W- We’re not gonna get to the main event, Goldie,” he says through gritted teeth, letting out a whine as you withdraw, making sure to give one final swipe of your tongue up the underside of his shaft and over his head.

His hand is at your jaw, bringing you up from the floor and bringing you quickly into a heated kiss. You wonder if he can taste himself on you. It’s messy and sloppy, full of urgency and need. Fingers spread your ass cheeks, then massage them together. He’s tugging you closer to him, letting his wet cock press against your stomach and he growls into your mouth.

Turning you, he leaves trails of saliva across your neck, your nape and shoulders. Anywhere he can touch he wants to kiss. His fingers unclasp your bra, hands reaching around to roll your nipples between his fingers. Your head rests back against him, little moans falling from you. He sucks at the skin by your neck. Tomorrow you can see what gifts he can leave you with.

His hand travels down, pushing into your panties and finally knowing just how soaked you are. Murmurs fall from him that sound like, “all this for me?” and “just you wait, baby”. Pushing digits inside you, you have to hold on to the arm that wraps around you. On tip toes to give him easier access, your knees wobble at the simplest of movements.

“I got you, Goldie,” he’s pressing kisses into your temple, moving the two fingers inside you until they’re at the last knuckle. Atsumu scissors them, stretching you and making your walls squeeze against him. “I got you.”

You whine at the loss of contact as he removes himself from you, but his fingers are quick to pull at the cotton of your underwear, dragging them down your thighs. Hands squeeze and massage the softness of your skin, and as he lifts each foot to pull away the fabric, he lets your balance on him falter. Falling forward to the bed with a soft yelp, he runs the back of his fingers up your inner thigh.

Thumbs come to spread your folds, and your cheeks heat with the shamelessness of the position. There is nowhere to hide or shy away as Atsumu buries his tongue in your cunt. He laps at you like you are his last drink. Tongue darts into your hole before he replaces it with his fingers, moving the wet muscle to circle your clit.

The mixture of his saliva and your slick makes thrusting his fingers easy and quick.

“Y-you don’t have to,” you stammer out. Your legs quiver either side of him, trying to stay afloat from the man you are drowning in.

It puzzles Atsumu. He’s nose deep in your folds, inhaling and tasting you in all your intimacy. Why wouldn’t he want to? “Why—”

From your last relationship to the hook-ups you’ve experienced, men do not want to spend the time building you to finish. No matter if it’s so good your toes curl, there’s something that holds you back from falling over the edge. It’s fine that way, you can go home and sort yourself out the next day if need be.

But it’s almost embarrassing to say out loud. “I- I just won’t finish, but i- fuck- it’s good.” You don't want to insult him or his skill, but you really want his cock, and you really don’t want to waste his time.

“Why won’t you finish?” His fingers still grind in and out of you, but he’s sitting back a little, kissing the plump of your ass and down your legs.

Fuck. Do you have to spell it out?

“Hookups just- holy,” he speeds his fingers up, and the squelching noise it produces from between your thighs, “I can never come. But it’s good, s’fucking good.”

A leg curls off the ground, as his thumb moves to your clit.

Atsumu weighs his options. He knows that far too many guys would whine about their tongues hurting, their wrists aching. He knows that so many of them would just take advantage of the situation and use you to get themselves off. But you have laid out a very tempting challenge. And Atsumu can’t say no to that.

“I’m going to make you come.”

The authoritative tone in his voice makes your gummy walls squeeze against his fingers, and he notes it in his mind.

He leaves you on the bed for a moment, shuddering in his absence. Kissing up your spine until he reaches your ear he whispers, “condom?”

Curling your head up you point to the side table, and he makes sure to keep a hand on you as he moves away. It’s a warmth you cling to in this state. His calloused fingers trace your edges and curves and keep you grounded to him.

There’s a ripping and you can see the motions of him rolling the latex. He turns back to you, pulling you closer. Atsumu has always been one to dedicate himself fully to the task (so long as it’s one that has his attention). Of course as a kid it was volleyball, then as an adult qualifying for MSBY. Last night it was winning your attention and smiles. Now he has a singular goal, god help you.

He’s still leaving patterns on your skin, fingers so calculated yet smooth. They bring your bodies together, both on your sides. His pupils are deep chocolate, surrounded only in a thin ring of honey. They stare at you with excitement and lust. Your lips part as his digits make their way over your nipples again, making sure they remain pebbled and sensitive. He takes it as an invitation, tongue sliding back in you as your mouths slot together.

It’s far removed from the sweetness in his eyes, full of teeth and tongue as he starts to move his hips against you.

Massaging at the fat on your thigh, he drags you still closer, wrapping your leg over his hip. You can’t keep up the kiss as his cock pushes between your folds, nudging at your clit and coating him in your slick. He sucks on your tongue, your lip, as you keep them open in a mewl.

He leaves you in that limbo for a moment too long. Keeping it teasing and making you need something more until your eyes flutter back open with another “please” on the tip of your tongue.

It’s only then that he starts to move to your entrance, pushing the head in only slightly. You rock back and forth on that sensation alone. Your chest is pressed against him now, and he can feel your breasts expand against him as he pushes further in.

You're once again so eager for him, he thinks, as you press your foot against his ass. It brings him deeper inside your wet cunt. The stretch leaves you feeling so full, your eyebrows raised and jaw going slack once more.

His breath tickles you, and once again your lips part to smile. Fuck, he likes making you smile. It’s like he’s one of Pavlov’s Dogs, overjoyed once he gets the right queue. He lets you get used to his size, before he begins slow, deep thrusts. They almost reach your furthest wall, and make you cling to his body. Atsumu welcomes it, one arm moving underneath your head for you to use as your personal pillow. The other draws to your waist, keeping you still to pull into.

The position is close and keeps you snug and tight around his cock. You moan into each other's mouths. Lips barely close as he moves inside you.

But Atsumu won’t let himself get carried away. Not yet, at least. Fingers move to your hips, and you’re sure the pads may leave little bruises as he angles you. It goes on like this for what feels like forever, and you admire him for at least lasting far longer than previous escapades. You don’t realise that he’s shifting you around every so often, making sure to note each time you whine differently. Whether it’s from losing something, or enjoying a new sensation, he notes it.

Hands travel further again, and now he’s massaging the flesh of your ass again, before twisting underneath you. You aren’t fully on top, still lying on the side of one thigh. The other knee is brought up by his side, as you rest across his muscular torso.

His own legs come up, pushing deeper and once again shifting angle. It hits something inside you, and you gasp in surprise.

“You like that, huh?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you pant against his neck.

“Then we’re gonna keep doing it.”

Again you don’t know how long it goes on for. Every now and then you can feel Atsumu’s stomach and thighs tense, and he slows for a moment. Is he trying not to come? His brows will furrow, and when you go to lick around his nipple, he pulls you back by the root of your hair. “Don’t play games with me, Goldie. You are coming.”

He accentuates each word with a quick thrust up into you. Once again you tense around him, enjoying the pain at your scalp, the authority behind his tone. It’s nice to be told what to do, for once.

Eventually he pulls you fully on top, and as your bodies move you realise just how wet you are. There’s a pool of your liquids at the base of him, and now it coats your thighs too. Somehow that serves to turn you on more, grinding yourself against him, making you both a mess in your pleasure.

As you rest your hands on his chest, you admire him in all his glory. The pink dusting across his cheeks and nose, hair long tousled by your hands. He’s handsome and he knows it, which annoys you. But right now he just looks blissful.

Resting the pads of his fingers underneath you, he slowly presses to your clit, letting your rotations do the work. Your head rolls forward, letting out low moans.

Eventually your movements cease, your breathing slowing. Your body is tired, from last night and practice and for how long you’ve been going at it. Atsumu feels it. He knows he’s been pushing for maybe too long. However he can also feel the fluttering of you against his cock, and he’s sure, just a little more.

“I- I’m sorr—”

“I told you. I’ve got you, Goldie.”

He curls his hips a little, letting his length press against that special spot that made you gasp earlier. Your eyes widen once more, shedding the sleepy gaze that was threatening to take over. A hand on each side of your hips pulls you back and forth on top of him.

You can feel each detail of his cock inside you, pressing against your g-spot and staying there. There’s a familiar tense feeling in your stomach, one that makes you tighten your walls again. A voice at the back of your mind questions it, yet another bites back. Your fucked out state smothers the words.

Trusting that one hand can do the trick, Atsumu moves the pads of his fingers back to your clit. Pressing firmly and swiping back and forth, your breathing hitches.

The noises that he makes you produce are sweet and rich. Two fingers beckon them from you, ripping them from your throat. From the most innate part of you.

“Ah- Atsumu,”

“Do it. You can do it, Goldie.” He lets out softly, and then keeps speaking. His voice is tainted with pleasure and lust. Instructing you to come on his cock, to let go, to fuck yourself on him. That you’re doing so, so well. His assumption that you enjoy his orders and praises is proved so very correct.

You start to spasm around him, legs pressing into his sides and curling over with how powerful your orgasm is. Your vision goes white as you let out curses in between silent screams.

Your cunt clenching around him combined with the feeling of wetness between you leaves Atsumu fucking up into you in short, sharp thrusts. As you fall apart and become over sensitive, your moans are more strangled, but god they sound like heaven to him. He empties himself, letting his cock be milked by your pussy. Pulling you down he moans into your mouth, wanting nothing but you to surround his body as he finally finishes.

Maybe he should thank the hairdresser who tones his blonde locks. Handing him all those Cosmopolitan magazines, filled with how to feel sexually fulfilled and statistics about the best positions to come from. From your half lidded eyes and quivering body, perhaps you should be the one to thank them.

Sweaty bodies stick together for a moment, both of you trying to steady your breathing.

“I’ve never… that was- uh huh” you breathe into him.

His hand strokes the flyaways of your hair, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “That was somethin’”

It’s too close for a moment, and as your eyes meet you move off him.

“I was comfy,” he pouts up at you. Despite his words he goes to take care of himself, as you shift off the mattress.

“Your dick was going soft inside me.”

He lets out a whine, “comfy.”

You let out a deserved (not that Atsumu agrees) “ew” as you go to clean yourself in the bathroom.

In the doorway, you turn back to tell him he doesn’t have to stick around, that he can be on his merry way. But his eyes rest closed, hair still a mess. He’s even tucked himself under the covers a little. You curse the notion against kicking out puppies.

Turning on the shower head, you rinse and clean yourself off the sweat. You just came. It’s not the first time you’ve orgasmed during sex ever, but, the first time in a while. Who are you kidding? The first time in years. You’re surprised to find your face giving yourself a little smile in the wonderment of it all.

So fine, he was right, and he gave you one of the best orgasms of your life. You’ll let him sleep it off a little bit.

As you return to the room, Atsumu’s eyes are back open, back a little straighter on the headboard. The view of his biceps isn’t half bad. Well, it’s incredible. The show on the TV he’s closely watching ruins the picture.

Men jump about on the court, yelling and grunting. They’re talking about the later schedule, making sure international viewers can watch the show. Then it starts to flip, changing to a montage of some kind, the presenters talking about each player.

“Oh god, not volleyball,” you murmur with a chuckle.

His soft eyes go wide, and he turns to you as if there’s something wrong.

“What?” it’s your turn for eyes to open up, looking down at your towel wrapped body in case there’s anything you should be aware of, “what’s wrong?”

“Whaddya mean ‘not volleyball’?” Oh.

“I mean, it’s not my favourite.”

“But you like it, right?” his voice contains a thin strain of hope, you realise too late.

“What’s there to like?”

Someone should have taught you that kicking puppies out is one thing, and kicking them whilst they’re down is another.

You don’t know if you believe in fate, but apparently volleyball presenters do.

“Miya Atsumu will be playing for Team Japan of course, usually he’s number 13 of MSBY, but has been handpicked for this year's tournament.”

The name reaches your ears before you notice the changing picture.

"Joining him are a few others of the MSBY team as well as Ushi…"

Your eyes flick back between the screen and the artificial blonde in front of you. His brows knit together as yours raise, mouths opening at the same time.

“You’re…”

“I’m…” his hand scratches the back of his neck, in a move that could be construed as awkward if he didn’t look so comfortable in your bed. It’s almost under his breath, but remains unhidden when combined with a toothy grin, “I guess you like one thing about volleyball.”

“You think I like you now?”

“You don’t?”

God, his attitude is irritating. Full of confidence and cockiness, like he knows you were smiling to yourself in the shower, drenching yourself in thoughts of him. It leaves you only eye rolls as responses, aware that whatever you say could be twisted to boost his own ego. And if you allow him to see you smile, well then it’s truly over. He shows more teeth, grin spreading wide, and seems so damn proud of himself.

You’ve known this man less than forty-eight hours, but you’re already sure he’s one of the most self-assured you’ve ever met.

For Atsumu, the arrogance of his tease is a veiled attempt to really know the answer.

Yet you are unaware, merely scoffing and moving closer to the bed.

“So, I hooked up with a star volleyball player?” you phrase it as a question as well as an acknowledgement.

“You did. The one that’s gonna win this competition, of course.”

“Of course.”

“You’re goin’ to watch it, right? Me score the winnin’ spike?” He’s watching you as well as the TV, moving back and forth between the both as you change into loose fitting clothes and pick up his. Atsumu tries not to get hard again as you stretch off the towel. He fails.

“I don’t even know what a spike is, Atsumu.”

“You don’t—”

“And I’ll probably be too busy competing myself.” There you go again, and finally he has the opportunity to ask what on earth you’re on about.

“Okay, you keep sayin’ you're busy with your competitin’ but this,” his hands fly wildly at the screen whilst you perch on the bed. “It’s a dudes only tournament. You don’t need to keep up your lil fib to seem cool.”

Oh, his confidence will kill you.

“I’m not competing in this, you idiot.” You grab the controller from next to him, flicking over a few channels. The sounds of screams and cheers are cut off and replaced by a soft instrumental. Someone slowly telling a story through their movements on the ice takes over Atsumu’s vision, much to his bemusement. “This is what I do.”

Atsumu lets out a small “oh” of acknowledgement. He likes to appear smooth on the surface. No new knowledge can create a ripple, simply skimming across him as if he always knew. It’s how he maintains his image, it’s how he treats most one night stands, well, people, in his life.

But you already know he has no understanding of your life’s work.

It’s kind of sweet, how he leans forward on his elbows to watch the show. You slip under the covers, the last elements of your energy wasting away. Your phone greets you with some basic instructions for tomorrow from Faiz, and a message from Makito.

Atsumu brings his warmth closer and you freeze. Really you weren’t expecting him to watch to stick around. It’s the confidence, again. And now you know he’s a star athlete. He probably has a string of women for the night if he wants them. It adds up.

He may be confident, but he isn’t stupid. Feeling you lock up makes him pass it off like he was just shuffling closer to the head board. Most hookups like to cuddle, and want him to spend the night, but if you didn’t, that was fine.

Breaking his contact with the screen, he moves his gaze to you. He drinks you in, skin fresh and clean, and with a loose shirt over you, you should be comfortable. But you don’t look it. Shoulders tense and upright and your eyes look tired. They flick between him and the door for a few seconds. Long enough for him to get the hint, even if you won’t just say it.

“I can, uh,” he reaches for the clothes you had folded on the bed. That should have been the first hint. “I can leave you to it?”

“Sure. Thanks, I guess.”

Did you just thank him for giving you an orgasm? Or for taking the initiative to leave? “You’re welcome, Goldie.”

Pulling on the shirt and sweats he makes a move for the door as you get further under the blankets. “I could teach you what a spike is y’know. And you could show me how to do one of those spin things.”

“You don’t have to, ‘Tsumu,” your voice is soft and low. The nickname makes him feel warm, and reminds him of the people who he let’s call him that. But in truth your voice is tired, the wrong kind of homely. It’s the second time you have said he doesn’t have to. Not, however, that you don’t want him to.

“Yeah, I know, but—”

“Goodnight, Atsumu.” You turn the lights off for further effect. The still murmuring TV dimly lights your form.

“Okay. I get it.” He murmurs more to himself. A g’night followed by your name and Atsumu leaves you to the room. It feels far bigger without him.

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writtenbynightlock · 4 years

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synopsis: college kept your life busy. the miya twins also have a life of their own. with your secretive nature, things became complicated.

genre: angst, fluff, friends to lovers

wc: 1.4k

warnings: mentions of physical abuse, college au, series, post time-skip spoilers

Part 1 | Part 3

It was Saturday afternoon. You were getting irritated as you tore down your whole wardrobe. Literally. You can’t find the perfect outfit for Kaori’s birthday dinner.

“If it weren’t for that bumble bee, my room wouldn’t have looked like a storm passed by.”

You say as you were starting to put back your clothes in the closet. While you were busy arranging, the doorbell rang. Walking towards the door, your hand hovered over the door knob, hesitating before looking back and took a look at the apartment. Osamu’s words rang in your head, making you quickly ran towards the living room and arranged the room like a madman and washed the remaining dishes. The doorbell rang again and again.

“Just a minute!”

Scanning the space, it’s now acceptable for others to see. With a content sigh, you were now ready to face the person behind the door. Swinging it open, you were greeted by a very impatient Atsumu who had his eyebrows furrowed as his eyes landed on you. Somehow you didn’t notice as you couldn’t help but admire how good he looked in his semi-formal attire. A plain white casual shirt paired with grey slacks that complimented his bubbly ass and a gray blazer that hugged his biceps and he wore white sneakers for his footwear. You can’t deny, Atsumu looked handsome. Too handsome.

As your eyes finally met his face, your face turned crimson red as he had a smirk plastered on his face. You can’t help but feel embarrassed. You were literally gawking at the man standing right in front of you.

“Like what ya see, (y/n)-chan?” He says confidently and attempts to lean onto the door but you swung it even further, making Atsumu slump onto it and almost fell on the floor, making you hold your laughter.

“What are you doing here, ‘Tsumu?” You say, crossing your arms as Atsumu fixed his blazer and hair from the fall. As he was finished, Atsumu looked at you from head to toe. You definitely looked like you weren’t going to a fancy dinner in an hour.

“I’ll be the angel that fell from the heavens and save you. Here.”

You raised your eyebrow as Atsumu reaches out a paper bag to you. Letting Atsumu himself get in your apartment, you closed the door behind you and followed him to the living room.

“‘Samu can’t attend the dinner party. He told me he got an important test tomorrow so I’ll be going with you.”

Atsumu says as he made himself comfortable on your couch. Setting the paper bag on the dining table, inside was the dress that you’ve been wanting to buy.

“‘Tsumu, you bought this for me?” You say as you pull out the beautiful piece of clothing from the paper bag and looked at Atsumu whose back was facing you as you were in the kitchen.

“Yeah. I kind of felt bad from what I did.” You felt your heart skip a beat. This was so sweet of him. You can’t help but feel so happy. You ran to the living room and hugged the life of Atsumu from behind, making him squirm under your grip.

“Thank you, ‘Tsum ‘Tsum! Wait, there isn’t a catch, right?”

Atsumu was overwhelmed with the feeling of your warmth. He can’t bear to face you as his face was crimson red from your touch. Hearing his nickname from you made his heart skip a beat.

“No! Now get dressed or I’ll go to the party without you.” Your eyes widened and quickly unwrapped your arms from Atsumu’s shoulders before heading to your bedroom.

“I’ll be quick!”

“Ya better be!”

Everything was just in a rush today. You somehow managed to fix your make up in only twenty minutes but that just left Atsumu getting impatient as you didn’t know what to do with your hair. Distracting himself, he stands up and scans the photos displayed in your living room. Atsumu can’t help but feel nostalgic as he saw the picture of you with the Inarizaki Men’s Volleyball Club. Atsumu was thankful you were their manager. If it weren’t for you, the team would have been even more chaotic than it already was. He remembered the time during practice when his spike serves hit a home run to your head. He still feels bad about what happened. Everyone was in a state of panic as you were laying on the floor, completely dizzy and felt like you were about to vomit. You didn’t show up to class the next day. This led the twins into another fight. Osamu scolded his twin for not being careful. Atsumu was mad at himself for being careless of his serves. Looking back it now, it was just a funny memory.

Scanning to another portrait, he smiled as the picture shows you in between the Miya twins on your graduation day. Bright and genuine smiles were captured. Oh how he wished he could go back to the times when he could be with you all the time.

“'Tsumu, could you help me with the zipper?” You say, stepping out of your bedroom. Atsumu faced you and his heart beats faster at the sight of you in the dress he bought for you. The clothing hugged your body perfectly, complimenting your shapes and curves but what caught his attention the most was how innocent and beautiful you looked. You just looked so angelic. There was an unusual tension and silence filling in the air.

“Like what ya see, ‘Tsumu?” You teased as Atsumu was the one who was gaping at you.

“You’re an idiot!” says Atsumu, trying his best not to look at you in the eye. You stayed glued to your spot as Atsumu started walking towards you. Turning around, you pulled your hair to the side, revealing your bare back that made Atsumu’s face even redder. Atsumu zippers your dress, the hairs of your skin rising as you could feel the faint touch of his fingers as he zippers up.

“Thanks ‘Tsumu!” You say with a genuine smile as you face him. It was a beautiful sight, seeing you smile. Atsumu reaches for your face, tucking a strand of stray hair behind your ear which sent butterflies to your stomach at his faint touch.

“I guess the price of that dress is worth it then.”

Atsumu says in a low voice, barely a whisper with small smile before heading towards the door, ready to leave for Kaori’s birthday dinner.

“‘Samu, tell me what ya know about (Y/n) and Nakamura-kun.”

In the Miya household, the twins were in the living room, with Atsumu having full control of the remote, setting the television to the sports channel.

“Well, they broke up” says Osamu in his monotone voice, trying to steal away the remote from Atsumu’s hand but fails as Atsumu took it away, out from his brother’s reach and stared into his eyes with threat.

“I meant details! Why did they break up?”

Osamu looks at his twin blankly, “what is Nakamura like? You’re his teammate. Ya should be able to grasp what kind of person he is by now.”

Atsumu sighs and stares up at the ceiling, “well, he’s been flirting with girls during our practices lately.”

“And yet ya haven’t even thought about asking (Y/n)-chan how she’s doing.”

Atsumu glared at his twin, hitting a nerve.

“Ya know I never liked Nakamura for (Y/n).”

“Who cares about Nakamura? (Y/n) is our main focus in this conversation. If you’re really looking out for her, ya should’ve asked her.”

Atsumu started to get irritated. Atsumu couldn’t understand why he was so protective over you but doesn’t even have the balls to ask how you were doing. Atsumu never liked the idea of you being in a relationship with another man he barely knows. You started dating Nakamura on your first year of college, making Atsumu cautious to the said man every practice. He finds Nakamura to be kind of manipulative. Atsumu worries about that.

“Just tell me! I don’t know why ya won’t spit it out.”

“It’s not that simple, Atsumu! I respect (Y/n)’s wishes. She even had a hard time telling me. If you’re really curious on what happened, ask her.”

Osamu stands up and heads to the kitchen but midway, he stops and looks at his twin.

“Oh, and by the way, I can’t attend Kaori-san’s birthday dinner. Go with (Y/n)-chan. She needs the company” says Osamu with a frown before heading to the kitchen, grabbing a bite before burying himself with books to study for an upcoming test.

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whoreshijima · 3 years

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*i hiss at how tight your pussy feels as i push in* ‘every fuckin time feels like the first time- shit! yer so tight angel’ *my hips come to a standstill as i feel your cunt clench and unclench around me, your walls tightly gripping my cock*

‘holy shit angel did you just come?’ *i ask in disbelief* ‘you came just from me pushing into you? *i laugh as you whine and drop your head down even further with a cry as the embarrassment fills you* ‘nah little one, don’t be embarrassed, it’s fuckin hot that you lose yourself on daddy’s cock like that...’

*i slowly roll my hips into yours, grinding the head of my cock against the deepest spots inside of you that have you seeing stars, i croon at you* ‘oh! look at ya little one, has daddy fucked you dumb already? damn baby yer droolin’ and cryin’, ya look so fuckin pretty’ *one hand stays glued to your hips as the other begins to land firm spanks on your ass cheeks, colouring them red as the crack resounds around the room*

‘shiiiiittt baby, look at that jiggle... fuckin delicious’ *i lean down to plant kisses down your spine before straightening back up and pounding your little cunt watching the white ring that forms around the base and drops down my balls as your pussy creams and gushes all over my fat cock with each thrust*

- tsum

*I let my eyes roll into the back of my head as my body lurches with every thrust of your fat cock inside me, tits swinging and pressing against the floor as I fall even more forwards*

D-d-daddy...! *I sob out, whimpering in pleasure everytime your cock hits the specific spot inside me that makes me twitch and cry out your name* s’good, fuck...! *my face is surely getting carpet burn as it rubs against the floor with every time you push your hips flush to mine* g’nna cum... p-please

*my knees are giving out, shaky and weak as I struggle to hold myself up, completely out of it as you abuse my tight cunt, clenching and throbbing around your cock, slick running down my thighs and messing up your crotch, skin sticking together every time we touch at the hips* cumming... cumming!

*sobbing as it overtakes me again, my knees give out from underneath me, collapsing onto the floor and shaking as i cum, whining when I feel you slip out of me and instantly apologising* daddy I’m sorry...! I’m sorry, didn’t mean to s-stop, d-daddy I’m sorry *im trying to scramble back onto my knees but being tied up at the wrists makes that next to impossible*

#💋.tsumuanon #oh my fucking god #crying #this is so hot #wtfffffff

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dai-ou-sama · 4 years

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Atsuhina; fluff fic. (Pt 2)

Atsumu disowning his emotions because he can’t deal, all the while spiralling down to a meltdown where he confesses to Hinata and it’s just fluff abuse.

Um ok, so this turned into somewhat of a crack fic bc Atsumu’s confession is just that ridiculous in my head. Here’s part 1!

@resignedcatservant I’m really happy you enjoyed pt 1, here’s the cont :)

Atsumu sauntered up to the stadium doors breezily, his movements as smooth and as lazy as usual. His earphones - airpods - were in, his hands were nestled in the pockets of his hoodie and he was feeling wonderful.

He’d spent the night after Bokuto’s ramble tossing and turning in his bed, alternating between lapses of silence in which he recalled and repeated past interactions with Hinata, and lapses of screeching into his pillow in mortification whenever an especially mortifying memory resurfaced, before thinking, “Well, it’s Shouyo-kun I’m thinkin’ about here. Isn’t that a justified reaction? Who wouldn’t have stopped an’ stared if they saw him laugh like that?” and “No, it’s okay. He couldn’t have noticed. Nobody would’a noticed me doing that.” Then he’d go back to thinking about Hinata, and the vicious cycle repeats. He ignored the fact that Bokuto, resident idiot #1 of MSBY Black Jackals, had told him that he and Sakusa had already noticed plenty of things.

His internal turmoil had continued well into the night, until approximately four in the morning, when he’d gotten enough of himself and his thoughts (a previously unprecedented phenomenon, mind you) and slapped his face hard enough to yelp, then finally, finally passed out cold.

Now, he was back at the stadium, and he was fine. He’d spent a good portion of day before the evening training session staunchly denying the existence of a thing called feelings, and he’d very much convinced himself he wasn’t feeling any kind of way at all. He pushed open the stadium doors and strode in, spotting his teammates at the other end of the court and offering them a lazy wave. Hinata hadn’t yet arrived, and when Atsumu settled down, he realised that he was really feeling quite alright.

Bokuto might have exclaimed that he looked like death and asked if he was okay, and Sakusa might have added that he always looked like death anyway - but he was fine. When Hinata arrived and greeted them with a smile that was not unlike the sun, he was fine. So what if he found Hinata cute - big deal, he already knew that. He was even fine for a solid two hours of training beside Hinata, the time filled with shared banter and high-fives. Over the course of two hours, his heart had slowly retuned to an almost-normal rate and his stomach stopped flipping in odd ways. Basically, he thought he was handling all of it (it being the mess that was his feelings) quite professionally, and counted that as a win. He continued to be perfectly a-ok, until they began the practice matches, and he nailed a particularly fast set with Hinata.

“That one felt really good! It really went BAMMPF this time!” Hinata exclaimed as they exchanged a double-handed high-five, and Atsumu laughed, agreeing because it did feel really good. He turned back to the net, and the next set, the next successful point, was already running through his mind. Beside him, Hinata paused, and turned to look at Atsumu. “Ya’know, Atsumu-san, I’m really glad I get to play with you now. On this team. With everyone.” Atsumu was in the middle of a non-committal hum when he turned to face Hinata, his words hadn’t really registered in his mind yet because he was still thinking of the next-quick set, until of course, he had caught sight of Hinata’s expression and everything - his thoughts, breath, and heart - stuttered to a stop.

Hinata’s smile now was different from the ones before. Those had been easy smiles, beaming and grinning that Atsumu had already been prepared to face, but this? This was softer, more tender and more intimate, and wow, he was not prepared for it. It really did not do Atsumu any favours.

That was very decidedly the moment Miya Atsumu’s internal system had glitched and crashed, and the thought of being not fine came back with a vengeance and slapped him in the face.

This was real. His feelings were real. He had a huge fucking crush on Hinata and he had never noticed. He noticed now. And instinctively, he knew he was not about to handle this epiphany well. Forget pretending to be okay, it was time to abort mission. He was about to act like the biggest moron in the world if he faced Hinata right now, and his narcissism would never let him live it down if he allowed it to happen.

So what did he decide to do? Drop everything and run out of the stadium with his face in his hands, it seemed like.

Was that really preferable to just losing his shit and embarrassing himself right there and then in the stadium? Hm. Debatable, but Miya Atsumu’s brain worked in wonderful ways.

Courtesy of Bokuto’s past meltdowns, Atsumu found his way to the storage room easily, and he marched in very robot-like before shoving himself between the safety mats to wallow in deeply-rooted, ever-growing self-hate. If there is a god, heavens please, just end me now and save me the mortification. This moment was never going to stop haunting him till the day he finally stepped into his grave, and it was definitely going to end up as his nightmares in the coming months.

God knows how long had passed before the door to the storage room creaked open, and by then, Atsumu’s soul was already half out of his body. He barely even noticed when the shuffling of footsteps stopped before him, and he kept his forehead pressed against his knees.

“Atsumu-san?” Hinata’s voice made him flinch a little, but beyond that he remained locked in position. “Are you okay?”

Absolutely not.

“What’s wrong?”

In Atsumu’s mind, it was the entire world, apparently. But really, it was just his pride in shambles (for god knows what, honestly) and he really wanted to disappear right now.

“Atsumu-san?”

There was a long pause of silence that made Atsumu wonder if Hinata had given up on the embarrassment that was Atsumu like he should, then - “ATSUMU-SANNNNNN!” Hinata shouted right beside his ear, making him jump in his seat. Hinata took the chance to grab his face in both his hands and forced him to look up at him. “What’s wrong with you?”

Hinata was crouched right in front of Atsumu, face only inches away, cradling Atsumu’s face in both his hands. He stared straight into Atsumu’s eyes with an oddly determined look in his own. And Atsumu- Atsumu’s breath just caught, not for the first time that day. He wondered absentmindedly then if he looked like he was star-struck to others, because he certainly felt star-strucked - like the entire universe had just lit up around Hinata, the sun.

“...I’m in love with you.” Atsumu couldn’t have helped it, honestly. The words had slipped past his lips without his permission or notice, and he remained in awe of Hinata long after the words had been uttered still. Then slowly, Atsumu’s thoughts caught up with his words and...oh fuck.

Hinata froze. “What?”

Now Atsumu’s mind was racing. What the fuck did I just say. Oh my god, ‘Tsumu, I hate’cha so much. Ya’ should just die. Are ya’ an idiot? I should just laugh right now and pretend it was’a joke. Or maybe I should just die right now. Or kiss him. Or die. Or-

Instead, Atsumu just resigned to his fate. He looked away - and might’ve teared a little - and mumbled, “I said, I’m in love with you.” His face was burning, and he kind of felt like he wanted to cry because it had been a whole ass day of emotional confusion and he was just not built to handle things like this.

Hinata seemed dumbstruck for a while, then gradually, a blush crept up his cheeks - together with a grin. “You mean that?”

Atsumu’s gaze whipped back to Hinata, almost petulantly, and he said, “Of course I mean that, do ya’ think I wou-” His words were cut off by Hinata, who pressed his lips against Atsumu’s, and boy, if Atsumu thought he’d been seeing stars before, he was not prepared for this. Atsumu lowered his hands from round his legs and wrapped them around Hinata’s neck instead. Far too soon, Hinata pulled away, before laughing at the sight of Atsumu’s face. “I’m in love with you too.”

Atsumu.exe was not working. “...But why?”

Hinata looked at him, his nose and brows a little scrunched in confusion. Even in his daze, Atsumu couldn’t help but find it adorable. “What do you mean why?”

“Why would’cha ever like someone as embarrassin’ as me?”

Hinata looked at him wordlessly for a moment, as if he was exasperated, then he sighed and took Atsumu’s face in his hands again. Atsumu decided he really liked having his face in Hinata’s hands.

“Because you’re as dedicated and as committed to volleyball as one can get. Because I really like the way you laugh when you make a good set and it makes my heart go...gwaaaah. Because you look like you could take on the world when you’re performing well. Because you let me know I have more ways to play than one. Because you’re Atsumu; a total idiot and a dork as long as you’re off the court, but completely captivating when you’re on, and so much more. Do you really need me to go on right now? Because we’re going to have to stay here all night if I do.”

Atsumu was stunned, but he replied ‘yes’ automatically anyway, and earned himself a laugh, then a light smack on the arms, then a peck on the lips, before Hinata settled down in a more comfortable position and carried on. Atsumu thought that maybe, he didn’t hate himself all that much after all.

Epilogue things:

Atsumu entered the stadium with his arm around Hinata’s shoulder as he always did, completely immersed in the way he talked about his time in Brazil. When they reached the rest of their team at the other end of the court, Bokuto immediately shouted, “HEY, HEY, HEY!! You look like you’re doing fine today too, Tsum-tsum!”

Sakusa gagged from the side, eyebrows scrunched in disdain. “You look extra obnoxious today. Why the hell are you still smirking like that? Stop it, it looks dirty.”

Atsumu responded with an extremely smug, self-satisfied “hmph” then said, “As ya’ can see, Omi-kun, Bo-kun.” He gestured to Hinata, “I now have a boyfriend.”

Sakusa’s face just wilted further with disgust, but he gave up and turned away without further comment. It had already been two weeks since the idiot ran out of the stadium like a lunatic, two weeks, and he was still acting like it happened two hours ago. Sakusa just sighed, and prayed for patience.

Hahhhhhh finally, welcome to the end of the fic. I think the style here changed a lil’ from the first part but oh well. I hope you enjoyed reading about Atsumu losing his shit over feelings and about his shitshow of a confession (and a little POV from omi-kun at the vvvvv end) because it was a pretty fun word spew!

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyu #atsuhina #Miya Atsumu #hinata shoyo #atsumu x hinata #msby black jackals #atsuhina fluff #atsuhina headcanon #wow shit im really so soft for them #lol help im slowly turning into an atsumu stan #my writing ew

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