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What a great way to start my day😌

this with aone https://twitter.com/puff_iya/status/1509329245654421512?s=21

papa! aone + daddy! aone + housewife! reader + creampie + mating press + food as an act of love + mentions of possessiveness + breeding + size kink + aone picks u up briefly + canon aone + f! reader

— word count; approx 1.6k

there was a whispered secret between the wives and husbands of aone's coworkers- lunchtime was no time to rest really, it was the time where all the workers showed off proudly what their spouses made for them- and aone wasn’t immune to this.

the pride shimmering deep in his stomach could last him the day leading up to his reunion with his sweet wife, the person who everyone wished would make them lunch too… you.

and while it was supposed to be a lighthearted joke between coworkers, you've come to put your pride on the line. making sure to wake up early and put every ounce of your heart into preparing food for your hard working husband- kissing him sleepy goodbye's and a lunchbox full of the best food he's ever had every time. standing by the door with a smile and throbbing core at seeing his work worn body come back to you.

shy smile painted on his face while he walks up the driveway, jeans slung low because he unbuckled his belt earlier to make room for all the food you made him, coming to you with the smell of sweat and the sun- heart hammering at the sight of your figure just barely draped in a sunny dress.

“hi angel.” aone murmurs, leaning down to kiss you- quick and full of longing but cut off with the need to get clean. unable to justify leaving any of the works' grime along your pretty and well taken care of body. even if you do whine and plead with him on most days that you don’t mind-

“hi daddy.” you simper, doing your best to lean up and catch his lips for longer- soft hands smoothing down his arms until they’re met with rough fingers still holding the empty lunchbox, letting the way he goes rigid distract him enough to pry the container away.

he stands and blinks the stupor away before grumbling out a raspy, 'fuck' before following you into the house- thinking he'd be used to the fever you come to him with every day he comes back to you. but he never is, wondering if there was ever going to be a time in which just the sight of and some words from you wouldn't have him already straining in his jeans.

watching you amble around the house, happy and content while you wait for him to remove the upper layers of his clothes- knowing if you tried coming close he’d gently pry lingering hands away, telling you with a lowly voice that he’s dirty; compromising with letting you come close now that he’s standing in nothing but an undershirt and briefs-

“how was lunch?” you wonder, hands creeping up the planes of his stomach- rounded out but still hard and muscular from his work and sport, standing there with an unwavering hold, squeezing your thighs together over like a silent plead for him to notice.

and he does, leans down and for a moment forgets about washing his hands in favor of perching calloused palms over the curve of your waist- catching your warmth, soft and rounded out in love; swallowing a thick groan once your breath hitches the closer he gets.

“it was perfect.” aone responds finally, nose brushing your own before capturing your soft lips against his.

it’s near suffocating, the softness; sometimes worried that if he pressed to hard he’d break skin, or that the roughened spots on his hands would catch and leave prickles of blood in their wake; but they never do, and you only ask for more. more weight, more power, and more speed to have you claw back at him in pure ecstasy.

bringing him down into your body like now, pride bubbling in your chest ‘cause you know everyone who shared lunchtime with him knew how good of a wife you were, wondering if they wished they had you to make them food, selfishly simpering in the fact that they couldn’t have you.

hands reaching up to touch the sides of his face- playing with the hairs against his hairline, pushing yourself into his body to get more, patience not something known to you with the way he gives you what you want so easily.

and this is no exception- aone himself wondering if he could make it to the room before he did something unbecoming. and with the way it seems like you’re even needier than most, he throws any restraint away.

“you need me?” he questions, pulling away to breathe against your lips- knowing the answer, but choosing to steal a moment in order to press his fingers deeper- pull you in to feel his own heat, wanting nothing more than to wipe any tiredness from the day with a new burn.

“yes.” honest and sweet, it’s easy responding to him when all you’ve thought about was him.

taking steps back, aone grabs at you- splaying a large hand to your lower back and bringing your thigh up into his hip, letting you hold onto him while he shifts your bodies onto the couch mere feet away.

splaying you down below while his body towers over, no time needed to prop the same thigh hitched up against his hip to his chest, laying your calf against his shoulder so familiarly.

thick fingers already reaching down to the dampened strip of cloth hiding you away from him, pinching your panties to the side- already groaning, blood rushing to his cock so fast he’s dizzy for a second with you gleaming and already throbbing.

“you’re wet.” aone states like he didn’t already know, leaking into his underwear with every pulse he can visibly see of your clenching cunt, waiting for him.

letting you paw and squirm for seconds more until finally reaching for your lips- thumb swiping along the pout there before pressing his middle and ring finger into your waiting mouth- pushing in deep, til the band resting on his digit presses against your lips. pulling back to reach for his cock with his messy hand-

he gives himself a couple pumps, trying to curb the hunger you always give him. watching your eyes tear up in what he knew was frustration- hands bunching up against your chest, your own band gleaming against the light; pride settling in with the lust that the diamond he placed there looks so pretty.

aone is familiar in the path to you, hips shifting forward- drooling tip painting the inside of your thigh with how heavy his swollen cock is, unceremoniously grabbing his length to help; guiding it inside with a strong push of his hips.

it’s so easy reacting with a strangled cry- unable to breathe once he’s inside of you, knowing it won’t be long until you’re rendered stupid.

“nobu.” you whine, wanting to let him know you really and truly missed him extra today, but he doesn’t let you- he knows it anyways, begging for your silent forgiveness at leaving you alone to an empty house all day. squelching and tacky wetness of his balls resounding loud and deep, stuttered breaths just barely squeaked out in the second he brings your other leg up, needing just this more ounce of control.

“pretty.” he mumbles, sweat rolling down his temple the harder he begins his rising tempo- breath hitching at how cute your dress looks pinched between your stomach and folded down thighs.

the single compliment sending rolls of heat down your stomach and straight to where his cock drills into you mercilessly, embarrassed in how easy he makes you cum- looking up at him with near crossed eyes while he humps and humps, fingers reaching for his forearms still pinning you down for some semblance of balance.

it’s a dangerous game of pushing past your orgasming walls, constricting so tight he can’t breathe- but refusing to do anything other than continue, wanting to see you lose yourself, to go dumb for him like you love doing.

and aone wishes nothing more than to lean down to kiss you, wanting to place sweet kisses to your dropped open lips- but he settles for turning his head and kissing your calf.

you don’t know why the single act of sweetness makes you curl in on yourself, stomach once more tightening up in a searing pleasure mixed in with overstimulation from cumming so early again- blinking wide eyed in surprise at him.

he can only steel himself, cursing the way he needs to shut his eyes for quick moments and miss seeing you- trying to stave off the sudden onslaught of your tightening cunt once more, but failing.

“oh fuck.” he shudders, usual politeness and gentleness you adore gone for split seconds while his hand messily finds your face- pinching either plush cheek to keep your eyes up on him, wanting to see you totally while his cock twitches in heavy bursts inside; swelling even more before finally cumming.

already hot and sticky, his cum painting your walls- seated so deep where it belongs only furthers that curling lust.

“thank you, thank you.”

your words are like pure sin- and he knows if a refractory period didn’t exist; he’d cum inside you again and again with how they make him feel.

“i missed you.” aone finally breathes- letting you know; even if he says it every time he comes home, letting his forehead press to yours- heavy body squeezing you down so perfect.

and he knows you can’t respond like you like, but sees that you do too with the way you bring your hands up to his neck and tug him closer all the same.

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nehemas-haven · 3 years

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Thantophobia| Atsumu Miya x Black! Reader

Thantophobia: the fear of losing someone you love

Sup, this is my first attempt at writing an actual fic, enjoy it I guess :)

Pairing: Timeskip! Atsumu Miya x Fem!Black! Reader

Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, basically just some angst with happy ending, F/n stands for Friend's name

Word count: 3.4k.

It had been weeks upon weeks since you and Atsumu last spent any time together and you were on edge. You understood how important his volleyball career was to him but you missed just cuddling and talking with your boyfriend. He’s missed date night before because he was so focused on training for some upcoming games but you made exceptions for him missing these dates because he kept promising he’d do better, be better.

It was your 2-year anniversary and you were supposed to go out to this fancy 5-star restaurant and you were looking forward to it for months. He was supposed to be home by 6:30 pm so you could leave at 7 pm. It was already 9:30 pm and by now you missed the reservation. You thought that maybe he got you something on the way home to make up for missing dinner and so you started to get ready for bed while you waited for Atsumu to get home. Time flew by as you waited for him and the more you waited, the more you started to realise that he just forgot your anniversary.

At this point you started getting anxious. Atsumu was always there when your negative thoughts and emotions started getting to you, but now that he wasn’t and hasn’t been around much it came back full force. You started thinking that maybe it was your fault that he didn’t spend time with you anymore, maybe he was tired of you and wanted to break it off but was waiting for the right time. After a while sadness turned into anger. Why was he never home? You did everything for him. You cooked for him every day. You cleaned the house and made sure he was well taken care of. You gave him all your love only to be treated like this.

It was 11 pm when Atsumu decided to turn in for the day and head home. He expected you to be asleep by now and decided he’d slip into bed quietly so as to not wake you up. However, what he didn’t expect as he walked into the apartment, was to see you sitting on the couch with tissues scattered on the floor, face void of any emotion.

“Baby what are ya still doing up? “He asked, a hint of concern lacing his voice.

“We need to talk Tsumu “you said keeping your voice calm.

“It’s late princess, we should head ta bed, we can talk tomorrow morning “He offered.

“No, Tsumu I can’t keep doing this. We can’t keep doing this”

“What do you mean?” He asked sounding confused which only fuelled your rage.

“We haven’t spent time in weeks, you keep coming home late and worst of all, you missed our FUCKING ANNIVERSARY DINNER!” you shouted incredulously, frustration and venom lacing every word.

His eyes widened in realisation. He had a feeling that he was forgetting something today and he chose to ignore the feeling, thinking it wasn’t anything important. “Shit baby, I’m so sorry, I swear I’ll make it up to you. I’ll be better”.

“That’s just it Tsumu. You keep making these empty promises. You’ve said that so many times and you never kept true to your word. I’m tired Atsumu, I really am. I do everything for you I cook, I clean and yet it doesn’t mean anything to you does it?”

“I said I’d make up to you and be better right. So, I will, why can’t you just accept that Y/n!”

“Because Tsumu! You’ve said that before and look at us now! Nothing has fucking changed!”

“You knew what was gonna happen when ya decided to go out with me Y/n! Stop acting so fuckin selfish and clingy! If you hate this, hate me, why don’t ya fucking leave!” Venom laced his every word and it felt like a slap to the face as he uttered those words.

You felt all the breath knocked out of your chest, it was as if someone ripped your heart out and stomped on it. You couldn’t bring yourself to respond so you just turned around and started making your way to the guestroom.

He was wrong. He was wrong and he knew it. But he couldn’t bring himself to admit it as he watched your figure retreating to the guestroom. He decided that now wasn’t the time to dwell on it as it was late. He told himself that he would fix this tomorrow morning.

Morning came by and Atsumu woke up to a cold and empty bed and an even colder and emptier apartment. When he went to go apologise to you, you were nowhere to be seen. This set him into a panicked state. He looked all over the apartment and eventually came to find a note that you’d left him on the kitchen counter, next to your key to the apartment. It read,

Dear Tsumu,

I thought a lot about what you said last night and though it hurt me a lot, you were right. Clearly, I should’ve left earlier instead of putting my trust in you. I loved Tsumu, I really did and somehow still do. But I hope you’ll be happier now that you don’t have to deal with me anymore. I hope you find someone who isn’t clingy or selfish like me. I wish you the best I really do.

Y/n

At this moment he felt his heart completely shatter. You had left him and you had every right to do so. He was the one who was being a selfish asshole. He really fooled himself into thinking that you’d stay by his no matter what. Him and his own pride ruined the relationship and cost him the person he loved the most in this world. He knew that he’d be nothing without you because you are his driving force, his will to live, his shining sun, the one person he could trust with anything. And he just let you slip between his fingers. So, he did the best thing he could think of. He called his brother.

After your argument with Atsumu last night you decided it would be better if you just went your separate ways, as much as it hurt you to leave him it was for the best. So, you did just that. You packed your things as quietly as possible to not wake him up. You weren’t mean enough to leave without saying anything so you left a note for him on the kitchen counter, placing your key to the apartment next to it. You were going to live with your best friend until you were able to sort yourself out and get your own apartment. When you got there, she was already waiting for you, your favourite snacks on the table, blankets on the couch and your comfort movie ready to be watched. You started crying as soon as you stepped into the apartment and in an instant your friend was wrapping her arms around you and bringing you to the sit on the couch. She held you in her as you cried, whispering encourage words to you. Once you finished crying, she gave you a bottle of water, which you finished in a few large gulps.

“Thanks for letting me stay here and doing all this for me” your voice came out small and still a bit hoarse from all the crying.

“Of course, sweetie. Now, are you ready to watch the movie cause these snacks ain’t gonna eat themselves.” She said with a smile on her face.

“Okay fine you pig” you said giggling. She let out an overdramatic gasp and pretended to be offended, “How dare you! Now I’m gonna keep these snacks for myself”. This had you both laughing. As much as her antics and the movie distracted you, you couldn’t help but think of Atsumu. Was he hurting like you? Did he already find someone else? Was he gonna try to get you back? All these questions started giving you a headache, so you did your best to ignore them.

There was a knock on the door. “It’s open!” he shouted, knowing that it was Osamu who was behind it. When Osamu walked into the apartment, he was greeted with a mess of a man who was his brother. His hair was a mess, his face was tear stained and his eyes were red and swollen. The first thing that came out of his mouth was “Ya look like shit Tsumu”.

With an eye roll he replied, “Thanks for the wonderful observation Samu”, sarcasm dripping with every word. “Oi watch yer tone piss hair. What the fuck did ya do to end up lookin like this anyway?” he asked concern coating his question. “I messed up big time Samu. I told Y/n that she was being clingy and selfish for wanting to spend time with me.” Tears lined his eyes as he spoke, “I forgot our anniversary and she confronted me about it yesterday. She complained about how I’ve been training to much and not making time for her. And instead of tryna properly apologise I got pissed at her. Even told her she should just leave if she hated living like this, hated me.” At this point the tears started falling. “I know I’ve called ya an idiot but this is a whole of stupidity even for ya Tsumu.” “That’s not helping Samu. I’m at a loss for what to do.” Genuine confusion laced his words. Osamu was so close to hitting his brother upside his head but he knew that wasn’t the right thing to do in this circumstance. “Look, you still love her, right?”

“Of course, Samu, more than anything.”

“And you’re afraid of permanently losing her, right?”

“Yeah, no shit. What’re ya tryna get at here Samu?”

“Clearly yer dumber than I thought Tsumu, so let me spell it out fer ya. Ya need to get yer ass cleaned then go properly beg fer her forgiveness and then do better. Prove ta her that yer a changed man, with actions and not words.”

“First of all, ouch and second of all ya really think it’ll work?” he asked hope shining in his eyes.

“I can’t say fer sure but if she still loves you like she said in that note, then you definitely have a shot.”

“Thanks, Samu. I swear I’ll become a better man.”

“Yer welcome Tsumu, but I’m not the one you should be saying that to.”

Osamu was right, he had to become better if he didn’t want to lose you. The more he thought about this, the more determined he became. After he left Atsumu grabbed his phone and tried to call you. The phone rang once, twice and then you picked up, at least that was what he thought but the person on the other line was most definitely not you.

“The fuck you want with Y/n piss hair” He recognised that voice, it belonged to your best friend who quite literally threatened him when they first met. “Listen F/n, I really need to talk to Y/n.” He heard a scoff on the other side before she responded with “Haven’t you hurt her enough already” she was irritated, he could tell and she had every right to be. “Look I know I was an ass but I want to fix it. I swear I’m gonna be better and this time I’ll keep to my word”

There was silence for a minute or two before she said, “She cried almost the entire time she was here, but I can tell she still loves you and as much as I hate to admit, you made her the happiest she’s ever been.” At this Atsumu perked up but before he could say anything she continued, “But I’m not her, it’s up to her whether or not she wants you back. I hope you have something big planned to convince her to take you back. If she does end up taking you back, try not to make her cry again or I will skin you trust me.” That last bit sent a shiver down his spine but now that he knew he had a chance to get you back he was gonna do everything he could to be better. “Thanks, I guess F/n, I’ve got the perfect plan but I’ll you’re your help to execute it and please don’t tell Y/n.”

“No shit Sherlock, anyways make sure you have your shit together pretty boy and text me with whatever it is you need.” And with that, she ended the call. With new found hope Atsumu started to come up with his plan to get you back.

You woke up the next day in a new room. It took a second for your brain to remember that you weren’t in your apartment with Atsumu anymore and that thought made you sad. Though, it was pushed the side when your stomach grumbled. That’s when you smelt it, the heavenly scent of pancakes, bacon and freshly made coffee were wafting into your room. The mouth-watering scent of it all had you up and out of bed in no time.

“Good morning sleeping beauty, you sleep well?” she asked with a smile on her face.

“Mhm, smells delicious by the way.” you replied. “Well of course it does, I’m the one who cooked after all” she spoke, her pride making an appearance. Any smart remarks you had prepared were cut off with a loud grumble from your stomach, “You must really be hungry F/n” you joked, earning a good laugh from the both of you. “Alright, it’s all ready so you can grab a plate Y/n.” So, you did as you were told, grabbing a plate of bacon and pancakes as well as a cup of coffee. Once you were both seated, you began eating and talking about random things and catching up on things you missed in each other’s lives.

“Hey Y/n, I hope you don’t mind but I wanna take you someplace nice” This made you look up from the plate you were busy drying. “It’s a bit random but sure, why not” you said, a smile gracing your features. Oh, she really hoped that whatever Atsumu was planning was gonna work.

Atsumu had enlisted the help of his current teammates as well as his brother to help him execute his plan. He really hoped that this would win you over. He had been planning the perfect apology picnic date for you and wanted be sure that everything was perfect. He had asked Osamu to cook for this occasion knowing that his brother was an excellent cook. Hinata, Bokuto and Sakusa all arrived at the park where Atsumu was waiting for them so that they could decorate the area. Sakusa was the first to speak, “I hope you learn a lesson from this Miya, next time I won’t be there to help fix your shit.” “Omi omi-kun that was too mean” Hinata complained. “Don’t worry Tsum Tsum, I’m sure she’ll take you back”

“Thanks Bo, I really hope she does” And with that they got to work. A couple hours later Osamu came by with the all the foods he prepared. “Wow ya actually did a great job decorating”. “Thanks, Samu, I just hope she’ll like it.” They were standing in an open area surrounded by large trees, which prevented the view from the outside. Fairy lights were strung across the trees within the enclosure. In the centre sat a picnic blanket with throw pillows placed on top of it. Large lavender scented candles were placed on each corner of the blanket. Atsumu grabbed the food from Osamu and started placing them on the blanket. The cupcakes and the cake were placed on holders at the centre of the blanket with the rest of the food surrounding it. “Thanks for doin all this fer me Samu”

“Yeah, yer welcome Tsumu, now make sure ya get yer girlfriend back.” And with that he left, leaving Atsumu to his own nervous thoughts.

“You look cute Y/n, I might just make you my girlfriend” was the first thing you heard when you stepped into the living room. You were wearing a yellow sundress that stopped mid-thigh. You had braids tucked under a matching yellow bandana, with two strands hanging out in front. You opted to go for a more natural look, only applying a bit of mascara and eye liner. You had used a lip liner and some gloss to make your lips pop. “Bro stop, I might just let be my new boo thang. Where are we going anyway?” your curiosity was getting the best of you. “It’s a surprise, just promise me you won’t kill me afterwards.” This made you suspicious but you dropped it none-the-less, “Alright, let’s go then Mrs. Mysterious” you laughed and with that you made your way down to her car. You weren’t driving for too long and as your friend started slowing the car you realised that you were a park. Specifically, the park where Atsumu had asked you to be his girlfriend. The thought alone made your heart ache, you hadn’t realised how much you actually missed him over the past few days and you wondered if he even cared. He hadn’t even made any efforts to contact you or to come find you and that made you even more sad. “Hey, I said let’s go” Your friend’s voice broke you out of the reverie you were in. “Oh, right sorry” you let out a soft little giggle. You got out of the car and started making your way through the park, following behind your friend, “Well since I now know where we going, ya mind telling me what we’re doing here?”

“You’ll see” is the only response you got so you decided to keep quiet the rest of the walk. She led you to an enclosure surrounded by trees and lo and behold, Atsumu stood in the centre, bouquet of your favourite flowers in hand and a picnic set up next to him. When you turned around to give your friend hell, she was already gone. The tension in the air was so thick and you didn’t know whether to run to him or run away from him. Before you could decide on anything he spoke.

“Ya look gorgeous tonight Y/n” he said in a soft voice.

“Um, thanks I guess Miya.” You responded not really sure what else to say. As much as he missed your voice the fact that you referred to him by his last name made his heart ache but it also made him more determined to get you back, he wanted hear you call him Tsumu again with that sweet sounding voice of yours. He took a few steps until he was standing right in front of you. “These are for you” he said as he handed you the bouquet. The flowers were beautiful but not enough to distract you from what was going on, you let him lead you to sit on the picnic blanket. The question left your mouth before you could stop it, “Miya, what the fuck are you tryna do?” At your words a heavy sigh left his lips. “Listen, I uhm, I know I fucked up big time”. No shit is what you wanted to say but you kept quiet and let him continue.

“I was an ass to ya and ya didn’t deserve that. I was in the wrong and I was being a shitty boyfriend. You were right. I kept making empty promises and I hurt ya really bad in the process. I am so sorry fer breaking yer heart like this. Yer everything to me. I’m scared shitless of losing ya because I love ya so damn much. So much that it hurts sometimes. Ya don’t have ta take me back if ya don’t too but if you do. Just know that I will do everything in my power ta make ya happy, I’ll be a better man and this time I’m gonna keep ma promises.”

You could tell that he was being genuine with his words. You wanted this, you wanted him, you wanted to be with Atsumu. But you made a promise to yourself then and there that you wouldn’t fully forgive him until you truly saw change.

“You have one more chance Tsumu don’t mess it up.” Relief washed over his features but before he could say anything you quickly added. “This doesn’t mean I’m coming back to you right away. You’re gonna have to win me back again. I want to make sure you actually change. I want to see it.”

“I swear I’ll get ya back princess just watch”

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