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Tsukishima Kei believes subtle actions speak louder than words ⯠especially in relationships.
To anyone Kei would seem aloof and cold, but you know that he cares from his little gestures. The way he gently squeezes your hand to reassure you, letting you rest your head on his shoulder, that little relieved smile that makes way on his face when you drop by during his practice sometimes. Him mindlessly massaging your calves ⯠your legs sprawled over his as he lets you watch whatever sappy romance you want watch when you whine about your day being so bad.
Tsukishima who freezes when you move closer on the couch and peck his cheek during the movie. His surprise slowly dissolves on his face, making way for a soft smirk as he turns his head and looks at you.
"Was that necessary?" he asks, his words almost accusatory, but his tone and expression is relaxed.
"Nope, but I'm trying to get you used to affection." you say softly.
He snorts at your words, âSo, youâre planning to slowly brainwash me to become the ideal boyfriend? Or what?"
"I am trying to brainwash you into being utterly in love with me, the ideal girlfriend." you chuckle, rotating your pointer finger in front of his face. "Wish Woosh, Hocus Pocus. Tsukishima Kei will love me forever."
Although he tries keeps up his serious expression, but it turns more into a smile as a wide grin spreads across his face at your silly action.
"You actually want me to say it? That I love you?" He asks, "Is that what the game is?" he rolls his eyes and shakes his head in amusement.
"Maybe?" you whisper out softly and look at him with those hopeful eyes of yours that make him melt.
Tsukishima is silent, just looking at you calmly in a way that makes your heart raise with excitement and trepidation togther.
"Am I making you uncomfortable?" you ask softly and he sighs, shaking his head, his eyes softening.
"Of course not, its just...I am not used to it?" He says and you listen to him intently, nodding, urging him to continue. "I just...I don't know, it makes me feel so vulnerable saying it." He utters.
"I just feel like what the point of saying it, when I already express it through other ways, you know?" he says, running his fingers through your hair, calmly. Thats how he loves you.
"I know. you murmur, "I just like hearing you say it." You hum with a pause, looking at him, trying to gauge his reaction. "You don't have to say it if you don't want to, its just that it makes it feel so much real when I hear it..."
Tsukishima smiles, lightly. Thats what he loves about you. You have these ways of making him feel utterly speechless and you do this so effortlessly.
"Okay." he says, his ears getting a tiny bit red. You want to point it out, but you bite your tongue to not ruin the moment.
"I love you." he says, his hand resting over your head and a you can't help the bright smile that makes its way on your face. Hearing it out of his mouth almost makes you flustered. You can't help but giggle and bury your face in his chest.
"I love you too."
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WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND! âĄ
- ONE of TWO -
ATSUMU's blood boils hot for the MSBY Jackal's Road Manager. Your ignorance towards him riles him up irresistibly and he's equally determined to get on your nerves. [Part TWO here!]
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Woke up to an amazing breakfast, got a smooth commute to the gym and hit a perfect serveâAtsumu's day was going well, thatâs until he saw you. Â
His brows automatically knitted together. There you were, walking in your denim pants and hoodie that made you look like a big sack. Itâs not as if you were hiding something fantastic underneath and most especially, itâs not as if heâs even curious to undress and unravel you. Â
A vexed smirk appeared on his face. Testosterone just surged through him whenever he saw you, and itâs probably because you really piss him off.
Youâre MSBY Jackalâs Road Manager for a year now. You assist them with their needs and make sure that theyâre well taken care of for every game. Youâre attentive, hands-on and very nurturing with the team, except for Atsumu. Yeah, thatâs what he thought. Â
You laugh with Bokuto, joke around with Shoyo, and speak sweetly to Omi Omi, but you were very hostile with him. You donât make eye contact, and you barely speak around him. All the interactions youâve had with Atsumu are because heâs tried to get a reaction from you by riling you up and you coldly ignoring him. Â
Now, youâre rushing to the pantry, greeting everyone else except him. Pissed, Atsumu followed you with a plan to ruin your day with his usual dramatic mouth. Â
Opening the door, he saw you watching the percolator and waiting for the water to boil. Â
âI see...tea, huh? For Omi again?â he asks with an annoyed tone. Â
You just looked at him without saying a word then instantly retrieved your gaze back to the percolator. Â
Yes, he knew he had quite a reputation with the ladies. Not his fault though, he couldnât help being so damn attractive. His face and abs are enough proof. However, everytime youâre giving him that snobby dismissive stare, he feels like heâs just a player with nothing good to do. Itâs making him to wanna prove you wrong by letting you experience how fucking with him feels so good itâs a gift. Also, maybe he just needed to get you out of his system.Â
Tsumu clicked his tongue. âWonât ya even ask me if I want one too?âÂ
You sighed and offered without sparing him a glance, âOkay. Tsumu, would you want one?âÂ
âForget about it. Iâve long accepted yer favoritism.âÂ
You opened the packet of tea that rested on the table. âIâm not having any of that now.â The water boiled and you poured some of it in the papercup you prepared.Â
Atsumu looked extra handsome today. Heâs not wearing the Jackalsâ uniform but that of the Olympicsâ. Anything looked good on him though thatâs why you could never look his way. Itâs much of a dead giveaway how many hearts would fly to your eyes once youâd lay them upon him. The smallest of interactions you had with him were you trying to survive your nervousnessâthe nerves you got whenever heâs around. Â
You knew heâd never take an interest in you, so you were content with what you both have. Just being able to care for him through the team was enough. Â
With your eyes glued on the cup in your hands, you made your way to the exit, but Tsumu blocked your way with his body. Â
âUh-uh not a chance, woman,â he teased and demanded, âNot until you look at me.âÂ
You gulped. Oh, god no. Â
âY/Nâ His name on his lips made you voluntarily glance up. Â
Your eyes were dewy innocent, and heâs instantly pulled in. His throat ran dry. You were so breathtaking looking up at him like that his dick twitched. His breath and every inch of his patience were running thin. All he wanted to do now was slam your body against the nearest wall and show you how good he could make you feel. Â
The nerves kicked in again and you reflexively stepped sidewards in an attempt to get past him, but he beat you to it. You went for the other side, and he still managed to stop you. Â
âYa canât run away from me,â he said with a challenge blazing through his eyes. Â
You still stepped away, but he took hold of your wrist, causing the hot tea to spill over him. Â
âAwâ!â he flinched and panicked. Â
âT-Tsumu!â you worried, hurriedly putting down the cup at the nearest counter. You grabbed his wrist and took him away. âThe clinicâs just next door.âÂ
You looked around and the doctorâs not in. âDoes it hurt?â you asked. âWell, thereâs got to be a Neosporin here somewhere.â Â
Tsumu sat in one of the curtain-covered beds just watching you through the gap. A certain warm feeling was rising inside the pit of his stomach. This was the most care youâve shown him so far and thereâs something so special and rewarding about it. Itâs a feeling he hadnât felt with anyone else.Â
âOh, here it is!â you cheered, seeing the tube. You went inside the curtain and turned to him but instantly realized what you were about to ask him to do. Â
Tsumu grinned, cheekily. âWould ya like me to lift my shirt?â he asked, teasing you a bit.Â
You were just looking away not saying a word, so he did the honors. Â
Your breath got caught in your throat at the sight of his muscular torso. You dry gulped and sat beside him. Â
âCan- C-Can I?â you asked, still too shy to look at him. Goodness, just the reality of touching him in one of his sexiest places was just too hard to believe. Sparks flew all throughout your body and they subsided between your legs. Â
With an ample amount of the burn cream, you dabbed your fingers over his abs. He felt sturdy to touch and you couldnât help but squeeze your legs together as the funny feeling started to get stronger. Â
Tsumuâs breath hitched. Your light touches against his skin were making him feel some typâa way. He was heaving, trying to control his urges but failed to do so. His crotch already built a tent, a huge one in a hot second and you didnât miss it. Your eyes immediately took in his breathless lustful expression while he pinned your equally needy gaze. Your breathing started to match his and your chests both rose and fell rampantly. Â
Tsumu closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. âFuck!â he cursed before cupping your cheeks and devouring your lips in a starving kiss. Heâd been wanting to do this for a long time. Heâd been wanting to ravage your mouth like this everytime youâd throw some sassy remarks back at him. His lips were wild against yours and he smiled through it. You liked it too. You liked him too. Youâre just as needy as him. Â
He pulled away just to make sure youâre on the same page. âI thought you hate me.âÂ
âTsumu...â you murmured under your breath. You had no idea what he was talking about.Â
âPush me away now or I'll mess you up so good if ya donât,â he whispered against your lips sliding his tongue across your lips which made you open your mouth. Â
Oh god. Youâre not pushing him away at all and that made him lose all control. His tongue entered your mouth, roaming, exploring, playing. Â
How could you even run away now when youâre so weak for him? All this time, youâre just weak for him. Too weak to even catch a glance. Now, his mouth was claiming you, both of your saliva was getting mixed up in your mouth. Â
His hands couldnât stop touching all over you until he began to travel under your pants. The pad of his fingers massaging your pussy right where your clit was. You squirmed in his touch, making you crave more of him. âTsumu~!âÂ
âMhmnn-â his dick got harder. Who knew you could moan so sexily like that? He couldnât stop himself from grunting as he breathed so hard. âShit! Y/N...â He was panicking and all over the place as he pulled your pants and panties down in one go. âOh shit...oh shit...oh shit...â Tsumu hissed upon seeing your yummy pussy. Youâre making him wanna put his mouth all over you. Â
âY/N, câmere,â he said with hands on both side of your hips, dragging your lower body up on his face as he lay down on his back. Â
âThis- This is! Atsumhm- ahhh--!â Your head tilted back as soon as his tongue met your pussy. With his thumbs parting your lips, he circled, sipped and drank your juices. âMhmm...Tsumuuu...âÂ
âSo yummy, so beautiful...â he said with a mouthful of you. As if youâre a fruit, he had to suck you so good while his tongue swiped languidly along your clit. Your fluid dripped at the side of his face as he ate you like he couldnât get enough. Youâre just so damn delicious he just wanted to bury his face and feed himself with your pussy forever. Â
You just kept on moaning and clenching your jaw in pleasure. Your face falling straight to his crotch. Oh god, heâs so hard. You could feel him poking your nose. With every bit of strength and courage, you freed his desperate and erected cock. Â
GoodnessâŚhe felt so hot against your hand and you pumped his length just as hard as he already was. âOh fuck, yer so good~â he moaned against your dripping cunt. Â
His reaction encouraged you, taking in your lips around the tip and swirling your tongue around it in the manner he was doing to your pussy. Tsumu was girthy and long. A part of you wondered how heâd fit inside you. Â
You bobbed your head taking him in your mouth as deep as you could, while your hand kept doing its best, stroking him up and down. Â
âY/N, you...â he whimpered. Not allowing you to defeat him, he inserted two of his fingers inside you, fingering your hole real fast. âFuck, fuck you, fuck you...â Your arousal was spraying all over his face. His other hand slapped your ass cheek and squeezed it tight as he ruthlessly pumped you. Â
Your mouth let go of him and was now replaced with endless whines, while his fingers filled you. Your legs shook, body trembled as you came around him. His mouth quick on your pussy, drinking you down as you squirt. Â
âFuckinâ tasty,â he said, getting himself up until heâs kneeling behind you. âWeâre just gettinâ started.âÂ
His hands were on your hips as he slid his length in between your legs but not inside of you just yet. He grazes his cock across the lips of your pussy before aligning the tip along your entrance. Â
Slowly, he eased himself in. âShâ goddammit!â Oooh...you feel so good. Your walls were so mushy youâre caving in on him. Heâs so close to cumming.Â
Your lips and body trembled. Heâs so big, his cock stretched you out in ways unimaginable.Â
He started moving his hips. His pace was controlled like he was being careful or else heâd cum right away. Â
âY/N, Y/N, fuck...Who knew...who knew youâd feel this good...â he chanted while plowed you with forceful jerks. âGah-- yer makinâ me crazy-â His strokes were now getting faster and his grip on your hips tighter. He didnât want this to end so fast but your pussy was eating his cock up that he kept on wanting more more moreâ!Â
âTsumu, Tsumu, Iâm gonnahh...Iâm gonna cum again,â you moaned, your fists clenching the sheets. âI-Iâm coming!âÂ
âCum...give it to me, cum!â he hissed through gritted teeth until the door opened.Â
âTsumu, are you here?â Bokuto asked, footsteps nearing where you were. Â
âStop!â Tsumu groaned, slamming hard against your pussy to finally meet his release. âYes! Yes! Iâm coming! Just- in...a...bit- ugh-!â He popped out his cock, busting his nut all over your ass while you bit your own climax down, careful not to make any noise when the tremors ran across your head and body. Â
Your body caved into the bed when drowsiness hit you and your eyes triggered to close. Tsumu sat down beside you, admiring how pretty you looked like all soiled and messed up because of him. His dick was getting excited for another round. He pulled up the blanket to cover you up, turning away from temptation. Â He leaned down close as if he was about to kiss you until Bokuto interrupted once more.Â
âTsumu!â the silver-haired called out, finally sliding the curtain. âHurry up! Wait- Is that Y/N? Is she alright?âÂ
Tsumu stood up. âShe got a liâl under the weather, so I watched over her.âÂ
Your eyes forced open, trying to get a good glimpse of Tsumu before he goes. He stole another glance at you, leaving you with a promise that sounded more like a warning, âAinât done with you yet.âÂ
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We've Already Done It In My Head ;)
( kissing with the haikyuu boys )
a / n â was listening to guilty as sin? by taylor swift and knew i had to write something for my boys
content â haikyuu! boys x GN! reader, some suggestive parts, some characters repeated,
synopsis â just kissing with the haikyuu boys <3
âż.・. â without ever touching his skin, â .・.âż
Always feels like the first time
they're always so giddy to give you a kiss, whether it be a small peck or a full make out session, they are always bouncing up and down in excitement. while they're always the most excited to kiss you, they're also so insanely clumsy about it too.
you couldn't keep count of how many times the two of you had clinked your teeth together, accidentally headbutted each other, and even accidentally bitten each others lips.
maybe it wasn't always the most picture perfect kiss, but you wouldn't trade it for the world.
after all, people do say they wish they could experience their firsts again, and you get that anytime you're around them.
°ââ.ŕłŕż*:シ HINATA SHOYO, shohei fukunaga, YAMAGUCHI TADASHI, asahi azumane, TOBIO KAGEYAMA
Always turns into a make-out session
if there was one thing that was 100% certain in your life, it was that you could never kiss them in a purely innocent way. you could be in a very - and i mean VERY - public place, and if you want to give them a small peck?
nope, it's turning into a whole pda session. sometimes you don't mind, but other times you're a little embarrassed because of their boldness.
even while you're at a big event, they have to have their hands on you at all times. "you look so good right now." ignore. "wanna kiss you so bad." ignore. "wanna go to the bathroom?" ignore, ignore, ig-freaking-nore!
if the two of you can get through the whole evening without a big display, maybe you'll reward him when you get home ;)
°ââ.ŕłŕż*:シ ATSUMU MIYA, korai hoshiumi, BOKUTO KOTARO, hinata shoyo
Always ends up in you getting what you want
it's not nice to manipulate people, especially not by kissing them until they can't tell you no. your boyfriend was a meanie. nothing more and absolutely nothing less.
all you wanted was to watch a rom-com for your weekly movie night, but nooo, they wanted to watch some boring history retelling film. you weren't sure if they really wanted to watch it or if they were only putting it on to piss you off.
so, of course, what else were you supposed to do besides slide yourself onto their lap and start kissing them until you could slip the remote from their hands and into yours.
" i hate you." he grumbled as you switched from the boring documentary to one of your favorite rom-coms of all time.
" no, you love me. " "...sadly."
°ââ.ŕłŕż*:シ KEI TSUKISHIMA, suna rintaro, OSAMU MIYA, TETSURO KUROO, yaku morisuke
Always gives the perfect kisses
they're literally a perfect specimen, it's really unfair.
you're sad? they're always there giving you small kisses on your head, forehead, and of course your lips. you're in the mood to just be hateful? he's there rubbing your back and kissing your temple while nodding along to your words.
there is no place in the world where they won't fit in perfectly.
and you're just lucky enough to be part of it.
°ââ.ŕłŕż*:シ AKAASHI KEIJI, koshi sugawara, KITA SHINSUKE, toru oikawa, HAJIME IWAZUMI
âż.・. â how can i be guilty as sin ? â .・.âż
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connect (with you)
synopsis â kurooâs walls come down after the game with karasuno.
content info â some hurt/comfort with our beloved nekoma captain because he deserves all the love in the world đ SPOILERS for the dumpster battle movie so beware. reader is mentioned to be kenmaâs sister a few times.
authorâs note â just wanna say hi to the haikyuu fandom :) hope u enjoy this short drabble i wrote, iâll probably make it look pretty later. lmk if you wanna see more kuroo x kozume!reader in the future.
your lips are on kurooâs before the locker room door even has a chance to close. his skin is soft and familiar, his kiss eager yet vulnerable. something compels you to reach up, circling your arms around his neck as you pull him closer, tighter, until youâre sure that his warmth has become your own. the sound of his breathing is the only thing keeping you tethered to the ground as your mouths meet again and again. no words need to be spoken.
after years of being together, and even more years of being friends, you know tetsurou like the back of your hand. as if heâs perpetually been woven into your spirit, etched into your heart since the day he moved into the house next to you and your brotherâs.
you know that the cheery grin he shot his teammates, the reverent bow he gave to the crowd, and the meaningful hug he shared with daichi at the end of the match were all borne out of three thingsâhis sworn responsibilities as the captain, his earnest respect for karasuno, and the addictive rush of adrenaline.
the moment he left behind the arenaâs blinding lights, though, the high seemed to wear off.
yet an aching feeling stayed with him.
when you pour your heart out on the court and play until your muscles feel like theyâre on fire, when you devote hours of your precious time towards practicingâtowards smoothening out every crack within your blocks, every blemish within your serves, every falter within your receivesâand when you imagine the game countless numbers of times in your head until it feels like a memory, thereâs a certain type of pain you feel when itâs all over. itâs a sadness thatâs inevitable, and yet one that stings so profoundly and uniquely that it becomes a bittersweet moment youâre bound to remember for the rest of your life.
just one more second, one more chanceâ you think to yourself in a flurry of desperation. because as foolishly selfish as it sounds, nobody ever truly wants the game to end.
that feeling of wanting to remain frozen in the experience is something you yourself are all too familiar with. volleyball, after all, was what gave birth to the connection you now so deeply share with tetsurou.
you suppose thatâs why youâre able to pinpoint the exact moment his shoulders start to shake.
pulling away from the kiss, you feel your heart plummet into your stomach before you can even see the tears trickling down his face. something youâve come to learn about tetsurou is that he rarely ever cries, so when he does, it only makes the sight that much more impactful. wordlessly, you pull him into you once more.
the way your arms firmly, comfortingly wrap around his tall figure conveys a simple but invaluable message that resonates throughout the empty roomâ âiâm not letting you go.â
quietly, he sobs. you let him.
you barely notice your nekoma jacket becoming damp with his tears. when his crying slowly starts to recede, you break the silence, voice soft and tender. âyou were amazing out there, tetsurou,â you whisper. âand thereâs three things i want to thank you for.â
withdrawing by the tiniest sliver, just enough so he can meet your patient gaze, your boyfriend tilts his head slightly in the way he always does. his fingers subconsciously trace patterns across the small of your back. âwhat are they, baby?â his voice is quiet and a little hoarse. really, itâs a miracle that you manage to block out your own shadows of sadness.
âone,â you whisper, fingers reaching out to gently wipe away his tears, âthank you for being the best captain this team could ever ask for.â
âtwo,â you continue, leaning in to kiss away the tears that remain, before a small smile pulls at the corners of your lips, âthank you for helping my brother fall in love with volleyball.â
âand three,â you breathe out, your vulnerable gaze meeting his own, lips inching towards his once more, âthank you for being as strong as youâve been, and for carrying the worldâs burden on your shoulders when none of us could.â
when you finish your heartfelt confession, tetsurouâs hazel eyes glaze over with a fresh wave of tearsâthis time, however, itâs for an entirely different reason.
and this time, heâs the one that kisses you first.
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overstimming sub kuroo! punishing him for flirting and letting a few girls compliment about how he's so 'cool'.
mocking him and making fun of him as you continuously drill into his ass, asking him how 'cool' those girls would think he is when he's getting fucked dumb by you
teasing him by saying how he looks such a slut and all he can mumble out is "for you" and that just urges you to fuck him even more
ripping orgasm after orgasm from him as he cries from the overstimulation and you take a picture to "show to those girls how cool you are" but really you wont. why would you want to share your slut to anyone else anyways?
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đ . BEST PART
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airing âż kuroo tetsurĹ x f!reader á° đne shot ; fluff, established relationship đ đc 2,555 á°.á đoro's note. my first hq work i really hope you guys like it, please let me know what you guys think . looking for moots >< ďš ę° đibrary ęą
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You tiredly rubbed the sleep from your eyes with your knuckles as you walked through your apartment, following the delicious smell coming from the kitchen along with the faint sound of music playing through the small radio that your boyfriend had gotten for the kitchen. Your footsteps were soft and slow, as you were extra careful not to slip on the wood flooring. Your fluffy socks, not helping with your balance and neither did your drowsy state.Â
You had awoken with a grumpy groan when you realized you were alone in bed, your boyfriends' strong arms not wrapped around you like you remembered them to be before your eyes grew heavy and you slipped into a peaceful sleep. For a moment you worried that your romantic and sensual night that you shared with your boyfriend was all just a dream that your subconscious mind came up with to comfort you from how much you missed him.Â
But when you groggily rolled over to lay on his side of the bed you were reassured that it was in fact not a dream when you felt his warmth still on the sheets. So, you sleepily got out of bed and reached for kurooâs hoodie you saw was on the desk chair through your barely opened eyes and slipped it on over your cloth less body.Â
Your grumpiness only faded from you when you caught sight of your boyfriend standing in front of the stove, his back to you. Your eyes slowly trailed down his bare back and arms, taking in every detail of his muscle and skin before your eyes fell to the black sweatpants, he was wearing that hung low on his hips. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of him and his head of messy bed hair, softly bopping along to the music.Â
You missed the sight of him being so domestic so much while he was away working. You missed him.Â
Your feet softly padded against the tile floor of the kitchen as you quietly walked up behind him, your tired eyes squinting from the sunshine that came through the wide-open kitchen window, he always did prefer natural light and he loved the smell of the morning air. You missed the way his body stilled for a small moment as he sensed your presence, as you wrapped your hoodie covered arms around his waist and nestled your head on his back.Â
Kuroo doesn't flinch at your sudden touch, he had expected you to come waddling into the kitchen searching for his warmth as soon as you woke up. He knew you all too well. Your eyes quickly fluttered close; the sunlight was too much for them. He took his hand that wasn't holding the spatula and rested it on yours that was resting on his stomach, a happy smile on your lips at his warm touch. His voice was deep and still filled with sleep as he asked â âsleep well princess?âÂ
You were far too tired and had no energy to form any words to answer him, so you just slowly nodded against his back that was slowly falling and rising with his breaths and mumbled out a soft âmhmâ â The clear tiredness in your tone made him chuckle.Â
âStill tired?â he hummed as he gave your cold hands one more squeeze before reaching over to grab a small handful of blueberries, as he sprinkled them in the perfect sized circles of pancake batter, he knew they were your favorite. He brought his hand back to yours, instead slipping it under the sleeve, his warm and slightly rough fingers caressing your skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake. His soft touch only makes you more inclined to drag him back to bed.Â
âI must have really tired you out last night, huh sweet cheeks?â kuroo asked you teasingly, using that pet name he loved to lease you with. His lips twitched up into a smirk as he hints at the night the two of you shared. You immediately feel frustrated at his teasing, hiding your face in his chest as your hold on his waist tightens. Your lack of response makes him chuckle to himself.Â
âLet's go back to bedâ you asked, your words coming out muffled from your face being squished against his back. Your tone was more demanding and whinier than you had intended it to be. All you wanted was more time to be in kurooâs arms before he got that call and had to leave for work, you grew to hate the sound of his phone buzzing.Â
Kuroo smiled fondly at your tone, Ahh adorable he thinks to himself. He loved how clingy you would get in the mornings â and in general. As much as he wanted to join you back in bed, it was more important to him that you eat a good meal after the strenuous night the two of you shared. He flipped the pancakes, the tops being perfectly golden âIâm making you pancakes, you asked for them last nightâÂ
âI would have never asked for them if i knew my handsome boyfriend would leave me to wake up all alone in our bed to make themâ you playfully complained with an annoyed huff, making sure to emphasize the world alone. Kuroo laughs loudly at your words, he knew you were trying to guilt him into getting back in bed. He turns off the stove and lets the last few cooks until golden
âYou need to eat something sweet cheeks, and then we can watch that movie you showed me last weekâ he tried to compromise with you, remembering how you excitedly showed him and Kenma the trailer.
You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked back on the day, distinctly remembering how kuroo was very uninterested with the movie, teasing both you and kenma for rambling about it â âYou said the trailer was stupidâ you mumbled with a cute pout as he took a step back from the stove, your body following him as you still hold onto him, not before he took the now done pancakes out of the pan and onto the platter with the other pancakes.Â
Kuroo chuckles and gives a soft pat to your hand before letting go and turning around to face you. A smile gracing his lips when he finally laid his eyes on you, your arms dropped to rest on his hips, your fingers absentmindedly fidgeting with the band of his sweatpants. Your hair was still messy, your eyes showed evidence of you still being tired, his hoodie swallowing up your body.Â
He just wanted to grab your cheeks and smother your face in kisses from how adorable you looked, but instead he gave you an innocent smile, raising his eyebrows and pretending to be shocked by your words as he rested his hands on your hips and pulled you closer to him âOh, I said that aloud?âÂ
âKuroooâ you whined with an annoyed huff as you leaned forward, resting your forehead on his bare chest, too tired to go along with his teasing. Your boyfriend chuckled at your dramatics and leaned down to place a few kisses on your forehead and temple, one of his hands coming up to try to fix your messy hair, tucking a few strands behind your ears.Â
âWeâll eat first and then we can cuddle as much as you want, okay princess?â he hums fondly as he moves his large hands to softly hold your face, tilting it up so you would look up at him. Kurooâs breath hitches as the two of you lock eyes, you never fail to give him butterflies. You lean your face against the palm of his hand and softly nodded in agreement âHmm okayâÂ
âPerfect, you get the drinks and I'll set the food on the tableâ he nods as he places a soft kiss on the tip of your nose. You scrunch your nose at the feeling of his soft lips on your nose, a giggle leaving your lips at the ticklish feeling, his heart erupting in warmth and the sight and sound. You leaned forward to place a soft kiss on his shoulder before making your way over to the fridge.Â
He stood there for a few moments with a fond smile on his face as he watched you slowly walk over to the fridge, pulling out a pitcher of freshly made orange juice. You set the pitcher on top of the table before moving over to the cabinet to get glasses and grabbed both of you a set of hashi/chopsticks.Â
Kuroo felt a blush spread against his face at the feeling of you softly touching his lower back as you moved behind him, years of dating and he still would blush at your touches like he did when he first met you. You found it adorable but kuroo didn't, always hiding his face in your neck whenever you mentioned his flushed cheeks.Â
âI'll be right backâ Kuroo whispered quickly as he placed a soft kiss to the top of your head before rushing out of the kitchen and towards your shared room to put on a shirt. You shook your head fondly at the sound of his loud footsteps as you sat down on the bench in front of the table, your mouth watering at the sight of the different cut fruits and the perfectly golden pancakes.Â
You tilted your head up and smiled at him when you felt him join you at the table, sitting down next to you on the bench. This time it was kuroo who was clingy for your touch, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him, emitting a small giggle out of you. You both quietly said your thanks for the meal before digging in.Â
Your breakfast was filled with quiet conversations, teasing from the both of you, soft kisses and even softer touches shared between the two of you. You gave your sweet boyfriend many compliments throughout breakfast about pancakes, even teasing him about you loving his pancakes more than him. That earned you a poke to the ribs.Â
After helping Kuroo clean up the kitchen â that took much longer than it was supposed to, the two of you had stopped in the middle of cleaning the dishes to slow dance to the song playing through the radio, many fits of giggles leaving your lips at how horribly he sang along to the lyrics, a surprised gasp left your lips at how low he had dipped you.Â
You were quick to take your boyfriend's large hand in your much smaller one, pulling him towards the living room where the couch was basically screaming your names. He quickly grabbed the soft decorative blanket on the end of the couch before flopping down on the L sectional of the couch. Kuroo opened his arms for you to join him, a small smirk on his lips as watched you search for the remote but to no avail.Â
âYoo-hooâ you heard your boyfriend whistle behind you, you dropped the decorative pillow you were looking behind back on the couch and turned to see him giving you a smile as he held up the remote that he had picked up from the coffee table before he sat down. Kuroo chuckles at the confused pout that decorates your lips as you trudge towards him. You raised your eyebrow as you playfully accuse him âYou had the remote the whole time didn't youâÂ
âYou're cute when you're confusedâ your boyfriend teased with a deep chuckle as he reached for your hand and softly pulled you down against him, taking you in his arms as your hands rested on his chest. A small sound of surprise left your lips at the sudden movement followed by a loud laugh at the ticklish feeling of kuroo littering your neck in soft kisses.Â
âKuroo pleaseâ you got out between your giggles as you eventually pulled away from his attack on your neck, moving to lay by his side and not on top of him. He let out a small hum as he scooted over so there was enough room for you to lay on your side between him and the couch, his arm wrapping around you and pulling you close while his other rested on your thigh that was over his midsection.Â
Kuroo rests his head back against the couch, watching as you make yourself comfortable in his arms as you cover you and him in the soft blanket. He gently squeezed your thigh, looking down at you with a teasing smirk âplease what?âÂ
âYou promised that we could watch a movie and cuddle, so behaveâ You trailed off into a teasing tone as you poked his side with your finger, smiling at the shocked noise leaving his lips at the sudden feeling of your ticklish touch. He felt you snuggle closer to you, wrapping your arm around your waist and tangling your legs with his. He grabbed the remote by his side and turned it on before kissing the top of your head and speaks sweetly âOkay okay i promise sweet cheeksâÂ
You tilt your head back and send him a warning glare because of the pet name, but he just chuckles and continues to search for the movie, bringing his free hand that he had resting on your waist up to play with your hair softly. You let out a content hum at the feeling and rest your head back on his chest, your eyes drawn to the tv that was playing the intro of the movie, your fingers absentmindedly squeezing onto his shirt. Â
The first 20 minutes of the movie was filled with your guyâs quiet murmurs, mostly from Kuroo, who liked to pick out everything wrong with the movie so far, and you enjoyed his nerdy rambles too much to tell him to stop. You found it funny how into the movie he got despite how much complaining he did in the beginning.Â
You hid your face in his chest as you let out a long yawn, your nose brushing against his chest. You scooted closer to him as if that was even possible, it felt like you were melting in his arms. Before you realize it, your eyes start to grow heavy and your hold on his shirt weakens, the feeling of his fingers softly playing with your hair and the sound of his heartbeat lulling you to sleep.Â
It only took a few minutes for kuroo to notice that you had fallen asleep in his arms, he was on one of his rants about a poorly made character and he had expected to hear your own thoughts when he paused but instead, he just heard your soft breaths that left your slightly parted lips. He brings his free hand to gently move your hair out of your face, admiring how cute you looked with your face smushed up against his chest. He whispered with a smile âAhh how cuteâÂ
Kuroo bright the soft blanket up to your shoulders, gently tucking it under your chin. He grabbed the remote at his side and turned down the volume before leaning down to place a soft and long kiss to your forehead, whispering against your skin âSleep well sweet cheeksâÂ
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his stupid giddy smiles compel me
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pretty boy
đđĄ đŞđđđđ you comfort a crying akaashi keiji
feat. post-timeskip akaashi keiji (wife!reader)
cw: ooc; kinda rushed AAAAAAAAA (i still dont know how to pace my stories i will cry); mentions of wanting to commit mass murder; proofread but not really
prompt. free write! i had sm fun w this NYEHEHEHEH (based on this req <33) note. self-indulgent; my second piece for @lia-loves's flufftober event! this is also for the anon who requested for akaashi's version of 'i love my man', which i orginally wrote as a piece for reo from bllk! if you'd like to check it out (shamless plug LAMSODMAD), you can click on the link^ tbh this is super rushed bc i dont know how to pace my stuff but we ball LMADAOMDS AND GANG IK THIS IS OOC BUT IM SOMEONE WHO BELIEVES AKAASHI'S NONCHALANT SKIBIDI RIZZLER AURA DISSIPATES (omg big word) IN FRON OF YOU yes. read for a banger đ wc. 940 (and again.. lia... i know you said don't write an essay but... huheuueh)
contrary to popular belief, being an editor for a shonen manga magazine isnât an easy job. yes, you get to laze around until your talent submits their work to you for further checking, but only if you knew how difficult it was to work with crammers, then youâd see the hell these editors go through each passing day.
the amount of pestering youâd have to do just to receive mediocre pieces of art and an even-more-mediocre storyline that you canât help but cry to (not that itâs unusable or course. it just needs a little (a lot) of revision :]), and the amount of times youâd have to apologize to the big bosses for the delay brings tears to the eyes of each and every editor.
personally, youâve never experienced any of those hardships. your life as a legal practitioner is pretty smooth-sailingâsave for the fact that some clients are a bit hard headed of courseâbut other than that, your life is a-okay!
and adding onto the fact that youâre happily wed to your husband of eight years, mr. akaashi keiji, youâd say you're pretty much content with life right now.
speaking of husband, is akaashi keiji happy with his life? definitely! a happy wife = happy life!Â
and how about his work life? uhhhh, not so much.
âdie die die die die die dieâ
the door to your apartment bursts open as a slumped figure walks in carelessly kicking his shoes in some corner of your little foyer. hearing the concerning amount of grumbles coming from your husband interrupt your little staring contest with the very demonic cat shaped cookies you decided to bake to pass time.
âkeiji? you alright over there?â furrowing your eyebrows at the lack of response, you trudge to the living room to check up on your beloved.
âkeiji? my loveâ what-â
only to see the biggest shocker of your life: a crying akaashi keiji.
now, keiji has cried a bunch of times in front of you; whether those tears have been from happiness or sadness, youâve seen them all. youâve also seen him go into little tantrums whenever he has his crying sessions; most of the time, these are due to his rather.. unruly clients. but no, tonightâs different. never in your life have you seen your akaashi keiji cry and be in hysterics at the same time.
âi canât do this anymore!â continuous sobs rip out from the man in front of youâhis bloodshot eyes being a telltale sign that heâs been crying even before he getting your shared apartment.Â
oh dear..
upon reaching his knelt down form on the floor, you join him to litter his face with kisses. âhey now.. donât cry please. i hate seeing you cry.â patting his head and engulfing him in a big hug, you continue to land kisses on his head.
only to be grabbed by the shoulders. âw- woah!â
âno, wife! i- i really canât do it!â exasperated claims continuously spew out of his mouthâhis cries seemingly getting worse and worse. âthese⌠these vermins! theyâre ruining my life! and thatâs not even it! they alsoââ
comforting a crying husband on your chest isnât part of your nightly routine. what also isnât part of your routine is being gripped to death by said crying husband.
âi swear.. i swear to god, wife. iâll actually throw my sketchbook at them the next time we meet.â keijiâs hoarse voice sounds from your chest; little sniffles coming out from him as you console your weeping spouse.Â
oh keiji.. my sweet, sweet keiji..
âlook at me, keiji.â said man raises his head up to meet your gaze. cupping his cheeks to bid the tears goodbye, you offer him a smile, âi know youâre madâ very madâand i get you! itâs totally valid to feel like thisâ swiping your thumbs to get rid of the stray tears, you continue, âiâm sorry this happened to you, keiji. you know iâm not the best with words, but to try and bring comfort to you, i could join you if you do decide to wreak havoc in the office. you with your sketchbooks, me with my thousand page law books. how does that sound, hmm?âÂ
a small smile appears on his faceâa sight youâve seen each day, yet something youâve never grown accustomed to.Â
âreally? youâd do that with me?â the smile on his face grows; eyes lighting up with glee as he takes in your words.
feeling a hot flush creep up on your face, you canât help but utter your next words unwittingly, âyouâre so pretty, keiji.â a few beats of silence pass as you process your own words.
well shit.
âo- oh, sorry! i didnât mean to say that.. well! i mean you are pretty⌠really pretty actually, butââ small, yet resounding giggles stop your flow of speech.Â
âeven after eight years of being together, you still get flustered saying complimentsâ giggles-turned-to-laughter now escape from an akaashi keijiâhis hand clutching his stomach as he slaps the bed.Â
âhey! donât be mean! itâs not my fault youâre so pretty..â you start sulking as you take in the sight of your now laughing husband, seemingly enjoying your flustered state.
as his laughter slowly comes to a halt, his next words surprise you even more.
âwell. to make it even.. youâre really, really beautiful too, wifeâ a grin appears on akaashi keijiâs face as he kisses your forehead.Â
your eyes widen as you process his words.Â
me⌠beautiful⌠iâm⌠he thinks⌠he said iâm beautiful..
âstop your dirty tricks, keiji! this was supposed to be me comforting youâ mmph!âÂ
he cuts you off with a kiss.
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So do you all think that Kagehina or are you normal
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⯠Iâll be lovinâ you right ⥠(m.atsumu x reader)
SYNOPSIS: The playboy of your high school, Atsumu Miya apparently has a thing for you. After having rejected his advances, Atsumu is 'heartbroken' (quotes intended). Seeing his melancholy, his brother Osamu tells you to give him a week to prove himself out of the playboy image. Can Atsumu prove his adoration towards you being pure without any other intentions in seven days a week? SONG REC: 'Seven' by Jungkook GENRE: FLUFF, long fic WC: 2.1k WARNINGS: sad sumu agenda, heights, it might seem wonky on Monday and Tuesday, but it gets so much better ŕ¨ŕ§ A/N: I AM SO TIRED I CAN"T ANYMORE!!! *dies dramatically*
You rejected Atsumu Miya last Friday.
The taller blonde stood in front of you in his gym clothes. The jersey #05 in white stood out from the rest of the maroon uniform.
You looked at him blankly, as he had been beating around the bush for the past few minutes. You were hungry; it was lunch. But, as a matter of habit, you were curious. Too curious for your own good. As he continued to talk, he became increasingly vague. You wanted to understand what he was trying to say, but your hunger took over, and you were losing patience.
âAtsumu, I am sorry but I donât really get what you are talking about. How is Suna looking through your phone relevant?â You say with a pinch of annoyance in your voice. Atsumu sighs and takes a deep breath.
âMy bad...what I mean isâŚI like you and everyone teases me for it 'cause I act like an idiot around you.â You are always an idiot is what you want to say but you purse your lips and look at him quizzically. Is he seriously confessing to you because he dislikes being teased by his team?
âI am sorry but I donât think your feelings are sincere, Atsumu san,â you say respectfully. âI am sorry.â You feel like he is only confessing to you out of a desire to fit in with his friends and avoid their teasing, rather than out of genuine affection for you.
Atsumu frowns and nods. Itâs not something he is used to, but he doesnât protest even if it really hurts his ego. You sigh as you leave the gym, almost feeling sorry for him. If it weren't you, it would be someone else.
On Saturday, you meet Osamu at the supermarket. Awkwardly standing at the cashier line, the grey-haired Miya smiles softly at you and nods in acknowledgement. The air is heavy with tension as both of you silently pay for your groceries.
"Y/N," he says, and you pause in your tracks, about to leave. "Can we talk?" It's a dreaded notion that you nod at. You follow Osamu out of the market with your grocery bag in one hand as you approach a bench on a kid's playground.
Osamu sits next to you, his back leaning on the rest casually as he tries to muster the softest voice possible in his Kanto dialect.
âHeard âSumu asked ya to date himâŚâ he says solemnly. You freeze at the sudden statement and nod apprehensively.
âM not saying this cause heâs my brother, but AtsumuâŚhe is a nice guy; his reputation is quite wrong from how he actually is.â He says and you almost have to double take, waitâŚOsamu is supporting Atsumu?
He interlaces his fingers and looks at the ground, âIâve never seen him as serious about someone as he is for you, and the whole team notices it.â He pauses, âAtsumu is cocky but easily embarrassed when teased about stuff like this, he made a premature decision to have confessed to you.âÂ
Osamu takes a deep breath before speaking next, "Y/n I am asking you for a favourâŚI want you to give Atsumu seven days to prove himself.â Your eyebrows scrunch at his words, and before you can interject, he speaks again.
âI know itâs not the best idea, but I know him and as much as I enjoy Atsumu being sad, I know heâll soon enough be miserable ⯠because thatâs how men are, they lose their chance with someone and then develop stronger feelings for that person causing it all to hurt more.â He says and pauses, âit will impact his career to Y/N, not that I am saying that youâre responsible for him, but just stating things.â
âGive yourself some time to think and text me if you are for giving him seven days to prove himself. Let me know tomorrow.â
On Sunday, you spend most of the morning staring at your ceiling. Pondering what Osamu said You know deep down that he wouldn't steer you wrong, and you have seen how sincere Osamu is in his opinions.
You take a deep breath and send a quick text to Osamu.
"I'm in."
And thus started the mission: to make you fall in love with Atsumu Miya in seven days.
Monday
You sigh as you close the door of your house behind you, only to find Atsumu standing right in front, his schoolbag on one shoulder, and the trademark Atsumu grin on his face: "Morning, Y/N!"
Your eyebrows scrunch at his sudden joyful declaration, "Morning." You reply, and then it hits you: How did he know where you lived?
"How do you know my address?" You ask in bewilderment, and he grins sheepishly.
"I asked my way around; I wanted to pick you up, so I left at 5," he says proudly, and you just stare at him, unsure how to react. The intention was sweet, but does he realise how creepy that is?
You smile awkwardly and nod, walking towards school as Atsumu follows you like a duckling, humming a 00's song. As vexatious as it might be, there was something oddly endearing about Atsumu's unconventional way to win you over, like a pathetic wet kitten.
"Y/N?" he says as you look towards him. "Wanna grab lunch after school tomorrow? I have practice almost the entire day today." You hesitate for a moment, unsure if you should accept his invitation. The thought of spending more time with Atsumu both intrigues and scares you. "Sure, why not? Lunch sounds nice."Â
Tuesday
 On Tuesday, you find yourself anxiously awaiting lunchtime, your mind filled with a mix of excitement and nerves. As the final bell rings, you make your way to the designated meeting spot, hoping that Atsumu will show up. And sure enough, there he is, standing by the school gates with a mischievous grin on his face.
"I know a good ramen shop nearby," he says, and you smile while walking with him. As you enter the small, cosy restaurant, the aroma of savoury broth and freshly cooked noodles fills the air, instantly making your mouth water. Atsumu confidently orders for both of you.
The order arrives, and you take a bite of the hot noodles, your eyes instantly widening in delight. "Holy this is amazing; why is this place so underrated?" You gasp, and he chuckles at your words as if you are the most adorable thing in the world.
You almost blush at his gaze before it hits you, its a challenge for him. You are a challenge to him. There's a dull pain in your chest as you keep eating your ramen. The more you eat, the more you can't help but wonder if Atsumu's intentions are genuine. Is he truly interested in you or is he just looking for another conquest?Â
Wednesday
You notice that Atsumu is ignoring you completely today. He doesn't even acknowledge your presence when you walk into the room. It leaves you feeling confused and hurt. You try to brush it off, convincing yourself that maybe he's just having a bad day. But deep down, you can't shake off the feeling of being used and toyed with.
The school ends, and you are walking to your home before you feel your hand being grabbed. You turn around in panic and see Atsumu, his eyes softening at your distress as he realises your hand.Â
"I want to talk to you," he says softly. his eyes, filled with genuine concern, melt away any resistance within you.Â
"Okay," you reply, finally feeling ready to address the mixed signals and confusion that have left you feeling hurt.
"The way you were looking at me yesterday made me think that you were misunderstanding my intentions here." He says and takes a deep breath, "I genuinely like you, YN. I am not stupid. I can see your confusion. Do you really think I am that bad of a person?"/Â The vulnerability and hurt in his voice are almost making your heart ache. "No," you reply softly, meeting his gaze. "I don't think you're a bad person. I just... I've been so confused, and I didn't know how to interpret your actions."
"Why?" he asks.
"Because you play with hearts, and I didn't want mine to be another casualty," you admit, your voice wavering. "But seeing how vulnerable and honest you're being right now, I can't help but reconsider." Emotions swirl within you as you take a moment to gather your thoughts. "I want to believe that you genuinely like me, but I need reassurance that I won't end up getting hurt."Â
Atsumu smiles at you, reconsidering, and says softly, "It's one week, right? It's not even halfway; don't you know I am full of surprises?"
Thursday
"Come on, it'll be okay!" He says as he grabs your hand and runs to the school roof with you, your lunchboxes in hand.
"What if someone catches us?" You say in panic.Â
Atsumu looks at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes and laughs. "Who cares? We'll worry about the consequences later, if there are any." Â He says and settles on the ledge, patting the spot next to him for you to sit on.Â
You gingerly open your bento as you two eat and Atsumu rants about his practice, occasionally stealing a bite or two from your box You can't help but laugh at Atsumu's playful antics, feeling the stress of getting caught dissipate. As he swipes another bite from your lunch, you playfully scold him, but secretly enjoy the exchange.Â
You take a deep breath, feeling the adrenaline rush through your veins. As you gaze out at the sprawling cityscape before you, you can't help but feel a sense of freedom and excitement. In that moment, you realise that maybe taking risks with Atsumu isn't such a bad idea after all.
Friday
Atsumu sits in another row, leaning back on his chair, big and burly, his hand resting on the chair's backrest as he chats with his friends, his obnoxious laughter filling the room as you wait for the teacher.
Atsumu momentarily looks at you, and his eyes soften. A small grin is etching its way on his face, and he waves playfully at you. You got caught looking.
The class soon starts, and the teacher begins the lesson. About half an hour later, you feel tapping on your shoulder. You look back as the girl behind you gives you a small chit, pointing towards Atsumu, wordlessly, the author of the message.
You unfold the tiny piece of paper underneath your desk, preventing any onlookers with their perverse gazes and loud mouths. "Whatcha looking at?" You huff at his lame attempt, a slight warmth blooming on your cheeks as you contemplate your response. After a moment of hesitation, you take out your own pen and scribble a reply on the chit, "Not you."
"Ouchie, baby, you've hurt my feelings."Atsumu pouts, making an exaggerated sad face, as he pretends to wipe away imaginary tears as he hands the chit back to you. Â You chuckle softly at his antics as he sends another chit. "We have a match on Sunday; be there." You raise an eyebrow at his invitation. "Only if you promise not to show off too much."Â Atsumu grins mischievously, accepting the challenge with a nod.
Saturday
Most of Saturday goes around with you frolicking around your house, getting over your chores. You decide not to text Atsumu, knowing that he will be busy with practice, but you find yourself mulling over him more than you'd like. As the day goes on, you find yourself checking your phone more frequently, hoping for a message from him.Â
You groan as you flop on your bed and take a deep breath. "Here goes nothing."
How's [delete] That's too informal, right?
How is practice going? [delete] No, that sounds so plain. All those assignments about real-life talking versus texting articles were right; it's so difficult to detect tone!
Hey! [send]
How is practice going? [send]
Okay better. You sigh as you keep your phone on the stand and groan to finish your work. BEfore you hear a ping sound and immediately run over to the phone.
Atsumu: +1 photo
Your heart thumps as you open it. Its a selfie, Atsumu grinning like a child, his hair sweat and face flushed, with the caption: "grinding! đŞđĽ"  In the background, you can see a low-quality Osamu photobombing, his hands on his waist, and you can't help but giggle. He'll be okay.
Sunday
On Sunday, you find yourself standing outside the gymnasium, nervously adjusting your bag strap. Â As the doors swing open, you step inside, greeted by the sounds of sneakers squeaking on the polished floor and the echo of volleyball spikes as a warm-up.
You shift on your feet in front of the gate before Suna spots you, a fox-like grin on his face before he turns towards his teammate.
"Oi, Atsumu, your lucky charm is here," he says in a teasing voice, and you can't help but flush ever-so-slightly.
"Shut up, Suna." Atsumu groans lowly as he looks up from his stretching routine without breaking his stance, his shirt hiking up slightly as he smiles at you before walking towards you.Â
"Hi," he says softly, as if he was almost expecting you to not show up.
"Hi," you mumble.
"I didn't think you'd actually come," he manages to say, his words coming out in a breathless whisper, and you can't help but smile. You look back briefly to see the entire team grinning at the two of you silently.
Atsumu looks back, and you swear you saw his cheeks redden. "Scram!" he says, his voice breaking, and a few of the members can't help but snort at the sound, especially Osamu.
"Sumu, the game boutta, start," he calls his twin as you see the other team lining up.
Atsumu looks back at you with a slight pout on his lips. "Cheer f'me?" He asks softly, and your heart thumps. Atsumu hates when his fangirls cheer for him. You give Atsumu a warm smile and nod. "Of course." Â Is this what Osamu was talking about? You are special in his eyes?Â
The game begins with an intense match, with both teams clawing at each other's throats. But amidst the chaos, you can't take your eyes off Atsumu. But it's fierce; you can see Inarizaki losing hope after the first set, and you can sense Atsumu's frustration rising. Set one over, and Inarizaki is behind. You see the players huffing and groaning in disappointment as they go to the bench to strategize and relax. You keep observing Atsumu from the audience, noticing how his brows furrow and his jaw tighten with every passing moment. Despite the mounting pressure, he never loses his focus. As the second set begins, their strategy still doesn't seem to be working, and Atsumu and Osamu seem livid.
Amidst the chorus of shouts, you can't help but scream, "Atsumu! You've got this! Stay determined!" Surprised, Atsumu lifts his head and locks eyes with you for a brief moment before a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips. You silently vow to always be his biggest fan, both on and off the court.
He tightens his grip on the volleyball, channelling all his frustration and energy into each powerful serve. With every swing of his arm, the ball slices through the air, landing with a resounding thud on the opposing team's side of the court. Â The tension is palpable; you keep praying for him as he strikes, misses. Team strikes, team misses. Just one more, and before you can register it, the final spike is delivered by Atsumu. The crowd erupts into applause. 26-28. Inarizaki won.
The team erupts into what seem to be roars of victory, and you can't help, but smile widely when you watch Atsumu pat his teammates before Kita pats his back and points at you, saying something you can't hear. Atsumu nods at him before he runs towards the crowd, and your heart starts thumping. In your mind, you are squealing as loud as his fangirls when Atsumu leans over to the boundary right in front of you as he smiles at you, and you smile back with the same intensity for the first time.
"How was I?" He says, and you can't help but lean forward and hug him tightly. His eyes widen at the sudden embrace, and he freezes before hugging you back in his arms, all sweaty, and almost lifting you up from the audience. Atsumu looks into your eyes, his face twitching with nervousness, before he leans and captures your lips in a kiss. His breathing is shaky, and you flush before returning the kiss to his quivering lips. The audience is filled with mixed reactions, but they are silent and gasping for most
When you pull away, you look back and see all of Inarizaki hooting and clapping loudly for you two. The kiss turns both your brains into mush, and you realise that Atsumu is capable of "loving you right."
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WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND! âĄ
- TWO of TWO -
ATSUMU thought that getting you out of his system was the solution for his annoyance towards you, but as it turned out, you got other parts of him raging instead. [Part ONE here]
đ f!reader, pwp, hate to horny to lovers, fingerfcking, squrting, blowjob, pussyeating, creampie, slight marking, semi-public sex
"Aaaargh! It turns out Tsum-Tsum's the highest point-earner for today," Bokuto proclaimed, slinging an arm over his teammate. "Means you get the reward, huh? How lucky!"
Reward? Atsumu almost scoffed. Reward...when he heard that word only one thing came to mind: your mouth around his dick.
Oh shit. He just got hard just at the thought. Sighing in frustration, he headed towards the showers, claiming his reward of having to take a bath first while his teammates get to clean up the court and keep things in order.
Taking his clothes off, his cock instantly sprung up the moment he pulled his shorts down. He's proud of his size but he'd be even more proud if he could stretch you again with it.
He groaned, turning the shower faucet on and letting the cold water cascade down his chiseled body. All his mind could do was run around in circles just thinking about you ever since he fucked you in the infirmary.
Now, you're too busy arranging their next out-of-country games that he could barely even talk to you. If there's a chance, it's either you're in a call or you're running around doing errands.
Maybe...you're avoiding him too.
Tsumu grunted and rolled his eyes. After what happened with you last time he could never ever allow you to avoid him again.
It's not because he's looking forward to having your soft lips against his again. No, totally not that!
Fuck! It's certainly that and everything about you.
From your sweet scent to how tasty you were dripping down his chinâthey were all ingrained in his head. And his hand was persistent on his cock as he replayed the scene all over again. Damn! It's easy to get a chick he could waste time for some pump and dump, but not anymore. Ever since he got you, there's been no one else and this was the first and only time. He must be going crazy.
You're driving him crazy.
Biting down his lip, he went double time on his length. He thought that having sex with you would get you out of his system, but it was the other way around. He got a taste of you now and there's no damn way he's gonna live withoutâ
Tsumu's eyes widened in speculation. He stopped halfway as the sound of the shower curtain drew his attention. He turned around and was welcomed by your surprise, eyes blinking twice in in the sight of his naked glory.
"Wha- What'cha doin' here?" he asked, trying to use the curtain as a cover to his hard-on. Why was he bein' shy all of a sudden?
You pulled your towel closer to you. "I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Bokuto-san spilled his sports drink on me and he said I can use the shower," you tried to explain, avoiding eye contact.
"T-There's a lot out there why would ya open this?"
"Hey, I thought someone left the water open. It's just an accident. Who would've thought you'd be here when everyone's out there," you said, trying not look his way, but the way the droplets ran across his body was making you remember all the bad things he did to you. Oh no! It's dangerous. You shook the thought away. '"F-Fine! I'll just go."
You were about to leave him when the boys' chatting and hollering began echoing in the room.
Tsumu ran his glance from your worried expression to your barely clothed body. Realizing your situation, he grabbed your elbow and pulled you inside the shower in a panic.
He got you in his arms, heaving as your chests were flushed against each other. The Jackals entered the shower area, throwing insults and gossips around, their laughter and loud voices echoing.
"It's sad that Y/N's not around often recently," Shoyo started.
"Oh, yeah! That must be why Atsumu's been hitting it hard lately," Bokuto replied.
"He misses her."
"Definitely," The silver-haired agreed. "He better chalk her up before someone else comes in and steals his chance."
Tsumu gulped, his face heating up at the shocking revelation. Traitors! Traitors! You gazed upon him, eyes wide with disbelief and curiosity. "Is that true?" you whispered and you felt his hard-on got even harder against your stomach.
Ha! There's no wayâ It's just a joke...was all he could think of replying but Omi's interjection got in first.
"Does he even have a chance at all."
Well, Atsumu's fuming and he couldn't just let that comment fly away. "Shut it..."
Before he could even continue, you got on your knees, towel sliding off your body as you did. Now, his cock was just inches away from your face. "Wha...what're ya doin' Y/N?"
Swallowing thickly, "You look..." Your hand pumped his heated length slowly. "Enraged"
Licking the tip of his cock, you had him red-faced and eyes shut in pleasure.
"Ohhh...fuck~" His voice came out shaking and so was his breathing. "Fuck...fuck ya!"
The boys went silent havung heard him.
"Oh, Tsumu's still here!" Shoyo cheered. "Wai- Do you admit it now that you actually like Y/N?"
His fingers tangled around your hair. He'd been fantasizing about this every night since then. Just you and your pretty mouth gulping his cock like a starving beast. "Oh, yeah! Yeah, that's right...so fuckin' right."
"We all thought so! At last, you admit it! You keep on yapping about her everytime we just know you're so damn into her."
"So...fuckin into herâ" he maneuvered your head as he dug in your mouth, deep throat. Your hands gripped his ass tight, marking him with your handprints in pink while tears began brimming your eyes.
Any more of thisâ Any more of this andâ
He pushed you off as his cum spurted, painting your tits so beautifully while saliva dripped at the corner of your lips.
"So pretty..." he huffed and his dick snapped upright again. Your eyes grew. Tsumu's still raring to go and the pulsation in between your legs intensified.
He saw you gulped with lust in your eyes and he swore he couldn't take it anymore. You're so sexy cute that he couldn't resist so he leaned down to kiss you, carefully scooping you up in his arms as his mouth devoured your tongue and lips aggressively.
Groaning in your kiss, he itched to squeeze your ass and nibbled the shell of your ear. Wanting more and more of you, he switched off the shower as the only thing he wanted to be drenched right now was your pussy and it would be all because of him. He placed your palms against the wall, smoothed your back, bending you a little. He got on his knees and was face-to-face with your ass. He took a sharp breath and a handful of your bouncy flesh before pressing his nose against one of the cheeks and taking a huge tantalizing bite that made you crave for him.
With both hands on your ass, he parted your legs and flipped open your folds with his thumbs. You're glistening wet. "Ugh...yer so crazy beautiful can't take it myself."
He immediately had a mouthful of youâtongue flicking fast as he slurped your overflowing arousal. At the same time, his hands were massaging your shaky and fleshy thighs.
He's crazy. It's crazy. He wants you. Nothing else. No one else. His mouth took over your other ass cheek to mark your skin, while his fingers found their way inside your pussy, pumping relentlessly as he sucked on your plump flesh. The shaking of your legs heightened and you bit down on your lip to control your moans.
"Ahhh...fuck!" he hissed, removing his fingers and releasing your climax. Your juices showered down his chest and he was quick to give your pussy one last lick. His tongue began travelling up from the spine of your back to your shoulder, giving you a sensual bite at the spot.
"Feel how hard yer makin' me," he said, while the length of his cock rubbed across your pussy.
"Mhmn-" you still want more of him. No, you want all of him. His entire huge cock railing you just as deliciously good as last time in the clinic.
He was tormenting you with that slow friction yet he was dying to be inside you too.
"Augh, shit!" he cursed. "I never fucked anyone more than once, ya know."
"Tsumuuu~" It came out as a plea.
"If I shove this cock right in ya again that would mean yer mine, " he spoke almost out of breath. "Yer all mine."
You stepped back and pressed closer against him. "Then take me."
He grunted and rammed his cock right into you.
"Oh god!" he groaned, his head tilting back while you had your lips pressed, muffling your cries. The sensation of your walls coiling around him and his cock finally deep inside you made you both cum all of a sudden.
"W-Who's that?" Shoyo said, showering in the stall next to yours.
Atsumu completely forgot that his teammates were just around. He didn't care though. He didn't care so he started thrusting, taking you by surprise. With his cock driving you wildly, you placed a hand over your mouth avoiding the chances of getting caught by the whole team.
It's so stupid how much he was craving for all of you when you used to tick him off so bad. Now, he's crazy for you. Perhaps, all this time, he just wanted your attention, but now he's inside you and making you feel so good. You fit him like a glove and he got just the ideal cock to please you.
"Ooh shit! Yer perfect...so goddamn perfect for me." Tsumu leaned closer to your ear and whispered, "I ain't gonna live without you."
Turning you to your side, he lifted one of your legs up and fucked you even deeper like he'd been waiting for this moment to come for a long long while. His balls were slapping so hard against your ass it was echoing around the vicinity.
"Shit! Tsumu, are you doing what we think you're doing?" Bokuto asked, intrigued by the sounds he heard.
"Oh, fuck! Yes!" he huffed while he was pounding ferociously to insanity. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
His teammates hollered both in disgust and in playful teasing. The two of you couldn't even hear a thing from them though. You were both too busy fucking like crazy until a loud thud caught your attention. It was Shoyo's showerhead. It fell and slid towards the gap in between.
You tapped Tsumu's shoulder twice.
There's no way there would be two pairs of feet inside the stall. You worried but Tsumu's quick to pick up the cue. He raised your legs up, hooking them on his elbows with his hips were still thrusting endlessly. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, keeping yourself up on his frame.
"Sorry!" Shoyo apologized but you hardly ever heard him. Your mind was too lost in the pleasure Tsumu was delivering with his brute cock.
"Damn! Tis crazy. I'm goin' crazy."
Despite all your efforts to conceal your moans, he was completely vocal, doing nothing to hide his. Oh, how you'd want to cry for his name over and over again.
"We're hurrying up, Tsumu." Bokuto snickered as sound of running water began to dissipate, "So you can enjoy yourself there."
Oh, yeah. Damn, he will!
Tsumu buried his head in between the mounds of your breast while you pressed your face on top of his head. You're getting there. He's getting there!
"Don't stay too long or you'll get sick!" Shoyo reminded before you heard the sound of the door closing. The boys were no longer inside and Tsumu immediately let out what he'd been repressing all along.
"Unbelievable! Yer so fucking amazing! Y/N...Y/N!"
"Tsumu! Tsumhm..." you let out a big cry and trembled in his arms.
He chased his own, doubling his pace. He wanted to leave a mark inside you and claim you as his so he shot his load with one forceful shove of his cock. His thick semen filled you up, some of the liquid spilled when he pulled out his cock.
"Shhh...shhh..." he soothed you, caressing the back of your head while he cradled you in his arms.
You faced him. His stomach flipped and chest tightened. He kissed you still not letting go of you.
"I can't believe I'm kissin' ya." He said, sounding a bit babyish, "Really thought you hated me."
Yeah, it sounded stupid, especially when you already did more than just kissing.
"No!" You shook your head and tightened your hold on him. "I just get a little shy around you."
Tsumu blushed and felt relieved. Whatever your reason was for being shy around him mattered little now. The most important thing was he already got you.
Gently, he got you back on your feet and fetched the towel he hung.
"From now on..." He threw the towel over your head and wrapped you with it. "I'll take care of ya, while ya take care of the team."
You smiled and tiptoed to give him a chaste kiss.
"Achooo...!" he sneezed, the moment you parted and he blushed. "Ugh...that was too lame."
You chuckled and invited him inside the towel.
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Having His Baby
a/n â osamu brainrot is actually insane. not proofread so for sure horrible i wrote this on a whim đŤśđź
content â nsfw, 18+, osamu x fem! reader, breeding kink, goes back and forth between high school and time skip, reader and osamu are high school sweethearts, reader and osamu are married, mating press, cursing, talk of a pregnancy scare, nicknames(pretty girl, nasty girl, baby, maybe more i forgot), daddy kink if you squint, i think thatâs it! lmk if i missed anything!
synopsis â in high school osamu miya knew you were meant to be a mom, but seven years later heâd finally decided he would make you one himself.
âż.・.â screaming but daddy i love him! â.・.âż
Osamu always knew youâd be a good mom. From the moment he'd met you in the nurse's office during his first year, you simply radiated that aura. Always so willing to help him every time he and atsumu got in a fight or he got hurt in volleyball â you would drop everything to come help him in the nurse's office.
Sure, it wasn't exactly smart to skip the classes that Osamu needed you in, but that was your job. You were the nurse's student assistant after all.
You hadn't gotten the courage to actually speak to him until his fourth appearance in there, yes you'd given him your number just so he could text if he needed help, but the two of you only texted when he was hurt. (you had no idea how many âyou up?â texts he had wanted to send to you to see if you'd respond)
It was an accident really, saying your first real words to him. They were simply out of shock as you saw his lip cut open and his jaw already beginning to bruise, "what happened to you?â you had asked, hand slightly grazing the boy's, now bruised, jaw.
That was a million years ago in Osamuâs mind, while it really had only been seven. So much had changed since he first met you, you started dating not soon after, and then he'd married you, heâd opened his own onigiri business, and it all led here â to the two of you cooking in the kitchen. " âsamu, can you get me a bowl? There's none in the drying rack and my hands are dirty.â your cute voice broke him out of the weird trance he was under as he watched you work. âAnything for you baby.â he cooed as he reached over your head and grabbed a clean bowl for you.
Everything was always clean in your shared home, which shouldn't have been a bad thingâ except it was to Osamu. As a kid, he remembered him and Atsumu making various messes whether it be with liquids or even drawing on the walls- their home was very rarely clean. Osamu loved and appreciated everything you did for the house, but the ache to have kids that would make simple messes prodded at him more often than he would've liked to admit. He remembered the first time he brought kids up to you in high school during second year.
â ya ever think about havin' kids? â he asked as the both of you lay in his bed, his TV just droning on as background noise since the two of you had been talking the entire time. âHmmâŚsometimes. I have dreams that we have kids- twins actually,â you admitted. Your raw and honest confession shouldn't have had his cock stirring in his pants the way it did, âReally?â he asked as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, imagining your stomach all round with his children, not one child, but twins. âYeah, and they look like you,â you said simply, hands finding their way to his dyed locs and running through them. That conversation made Osamu Miya realize that he would rather die than not have kids with you. (and that he had a breeding kink but he found that far too embarrassing to tell you)
When you press the spoon to Osamus's mouth is when he suddenly comes back to the present, âOpen samu, need my favorite person to make sure it tastes good.â you smiled as the man opened his mouth and allowed you to feed himâ which only made him think of you feeding a baby - your baby. The male nodded as he pulled away from the spoon, âtastes good baby.â He wasnât lying, it did taste good- but maybe the thought of you feeding a child made his mind a bit fuzzy. âthank goodness, itâs a new recipe, so I was really worried.â you gave your husband a smile as you turned back around, grabbing the bowl osamu had gotten you.
Maybe it was the high school memories coming back to him, or maybe it was him thinking about how the house was always spotless, hellâ perhaps it was because you just looked so cute right now with your apron around your waist and spoon in hand. Whatever it was, Osamu couldnât help the ache he felt in his pants, coming behind you and placing his hands on your stomach. â âYer so cuteâŚâ
âmhm, thank you, baby. youâre real cute too.â you smiled as you tilted your head up, giving him a quick peck on the chin. As you returned to what you were doing, filling bowls with the soup you had made for dinner, Osamu pressed himself against you, his hard-on very prominent. As much as you couldâve tried to ignore him, your husband always got his way when it came to you, â âSamu dinners readyâŚâ you said as you pressed your back into his chest- face beginning to heat up.
â it can waitâŚneed you right now-â usually your husband was a kind, patient man (except when he âhadâ to fuck you in the back room of onigiri miya when you brought him some lunch) âYouâd be such a good mommyâŚso good to our babies.â the male muttered against your hair, grabbing your waist and grinding against your clothed cunt. a small moan fell from your lips, â âs-samu! itâll get cold-â
It wasnât like you were oblivious to Osamu's want for kids, in your third year you and Osamu had had a pregnancy scare. While many other 18-year-old boys wouldâve probably been relieved seeing that one line on the pregnancy test, Osamu felt some strange emptiness and disappointment. sure, it wasnât ideal to be teen parents, but he couldnât figure out why he so badly wanted you to have his baby. It was on that same day that he figured out he didnât want a professional volleyball career, no he wanted to have a true career that let him be home with you as often as he could be (so he could knock you up.) ever since that day, every time you passed the baby section in a store- his eyes would glaze over and heâd mention how tiny the shoes and clothes were, and youâd talked about kids- but never were you guys actually âtryingâ for a baby.
â jusâ reheat it,â Osamu mumbled as he picked you up, strong hands that still hold proof of his years of playing volleyball and now being a professional chef digging into the underside of your thighs. Your house wasnât large in the slightest, but the minute it took for him to carry you felt like it took an eternity. The second Osamuâs foot crossed over the barrier of your shared bedroom- his lips were on yours. The kiss was downright disgusting, spit being shared as his tongue invaded your mouth, leaving you gasping for air when he finally pulled away. â so prettyâŚâ he mumbled as he carried you over to the bed, using one of his hands to untie the apron that hugged your waist in a way that turned his brain to mush.
Osamu groaned as he pulled off your shirt, seeing that you had no bra on, âyou knew this was gonâ happen didnât ya pretty?â he asked as skillfully he pulled his gray shirt off with one hand, making you squirm under his intense gaze. ân-no I just-â but Osamu didnât want to hear your excuses, there was no need for them now. his hand quickly pushed you down to where your back met the mattress, lips puckering around one of your nipples as he played with your other one. he wasnât much of a boob man, much rather enjoying your ass, but even he couldnât stop the images of your tits full of milk from invading his mind. he let out a groan as he looked up at you, hand covering your mouth as you watched him- face flushed in arousal and maybe some embarrassment. âlet me hear you pretty girl.â he came up and caught your lips in another kiss, hand sneaking down to the waistband of your his shorts and pulling them off of your legs in one quick movement. if there was one thing about Osamu Miya, it was that he knew how to get you undressed in a matter of seconds.
You instinctively tried closing your legs, but Osamu knew you too well, his knee already finding solace between your legs as he pulled away from the kiss, a string of spit connecting the two of you as he looked down at you. âfuck babyâŚlook at how wet you are,â you let out a small moan as he ran a finger over your clothed cunt, your panties becoming insanely wet as you reached down and grabbed his wrist. âplease âsamu, need youâŚâ you begged as you shook your head. âwant you in me-â
Now usually your husband wasnât the type to fuck you without fingering you or (his favorite) eating you out, but right now his cock was begging to be freed from the confines of his jeans. âmy pretty girlâŚâhe mumbled as he pulled off your panties, a string of arousal connecting to you, making him let out a groan. âneed to fuck ya right nowâŚâ and Osamu made good on his word, quickly getting rid of his jeans and boxers, cock springing to life- making you moan as you saw it. it didnât matter how many times youâd seen Osamu in his bare glory, it always made you want to thank whatever gods decided you were good enough for him.
You remembered in high school when the two of you had first had sex, both inexperienced as you tried figuring out what position worked for the both of you and accidentally breaking his bedâ something atsumu never lets you forget.
Osamu groaned as his tip met your entrance, staring at you with those bedroom eyes that were like a remedy to any problem you ever had,chest heaving as he stopped himself from shoving into you- wanting you to be ready for him. âplease samuâŚneed it so bad-â you cried out as you reached up to his neck, moaning as you brought him down for another kiss. osamu miya was nothing if not a gentleman who listened to his wife, pushing into your hole and bottoming out almost immediately, groaning against your lips,âstill so tight fa me, huh baby?â the moan you let out was almost pornographic, back arching into your husband,â fuck! S-samu!â you cried out, legs wrapping around his waist.
Sure, Osamu couldâve been nice and given you time to adjust to him like he usually did, but who had time for that when he needed to get you pregnant tonight? The male groaned as he took your legs and pushed them to where your knees were pressed against your chest, making him feel extra deep, âs-samu!â you cried out as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. âyer so pretty, baby, my pretty girlâŚâosamu mumbled to himself. he didnât even give you a warning before pulling out and slamming back into you, letting out his own moan as your nails scratched into his back.
Youâd always been sensitive when it came to osamu, but never had you felt him this deep inside of you before, gasps and moans leaving your mouth. âfeel me, baby? gonna get you pregnant, full of my cum.âosamu pressed down on your stomach as he thrust in and out of you in a rhythm you knew all too well. you tried answering him, truly you did, but even two seconds with Osamu into your cunt made you brain dead. âmhm-â was the only word you could make, giving your husband a small laugh as he looked down at you.
âFucked ya dumb already pretty girl? C'mon, know ya got more in ya-â The teasing tone in his voice made you want to cry, but some sick sort of enjoyment of being embarrassed held back those tears. you looked so pretty under Osamu, your wedding ring adorning your finger as your hair was messily sprawled out beneath you with your knees pushed to your chest. Osamu thought he could take a mental picture and have enough spank bank material for three months, at least.
âGonna cum- ah samu!â you whined out, nails scratching down your husband's back. Osamu let out a groan, maybe he should give you more money to get your nails done, because the short acrylics you have on scraping down his back made him want to short circuit. âcum for me baby, gonna look so good filled with my cum.â Osamu was on the brink of his release, groaning as he brought a hand down to finally rub your clit, giving you the final push to let go. you moaned out his name over and over, even slipping a small âdaddyâ in the chant of words. With that one word, you made Osamu want to blow his load- feeling his hips stutter before stilling inside of you and releasing his cum. you whined as you felt him fill you up, your husband had always came a lot- but something about right now- this singular moment- made him give you everything he had.
Osamu looked down where the two of you were connected, seeing his and your cum mixing as it spilled out around his cock,â fuckâŚâ he said as he pulled out watching as more seeped out of your abused cunt. it would be a waste if you didnât keep it all in, though. Osamu hummed as he fingered the cum back into you, making you let out a gasp from how overstimulated you already were.
âgotta make sure it sticks, baby.â
âż.・.â iâm having his baby â.・.âż
if you canât tell, i love the miyas.
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I feel like a fic about Atsumu, Oikawa, and Bokuto finding their s/o reading fanfic about them would be hilarious
(You donât have to do it if you donât want to <3)
Have a lovely day and thank you if you end up doing this request <33333
a fantasy world
content info â gender neutral! reader, fluffy hq!! drabbles with some crack & hurt/comfort (sounds weird but bear w it, all separate). a teeny tiny bit suggestive in atsumu's part cuz he's a little shit.
word count â 1.9k words.
authorâs note â holy HELL this is so late đ anon i hope ur still here, i made this pretty long so that's my way of apologizing. im also praying that atsumu is in character because this is only the second time ive written him. anyway, tysm for requesting!! hope u all like this <3
MIYA ATSUMU
your eyes are obstinately glued to your phone, wholly transfixed by the words that were typed across the screen. not a single soul knew about your little hobby and quite frankly, it was likely better that they remained oblivious. you wouldnât know how to react if anyone found out, but really, there was one particular person who absolutely had to stay unaware.
as it turns out, they were also the very subject of the story youâre currently readingâof course, none other than your sweet, beloved boyfriend, atsumu. not that the term âsweetâ was an especially fitting term for him. ooh, that was a sick burn.
now, obviously you loved the boy. atsumu was bold, intelligent, thoughtful, hardworking, and affectionate to the point where osamu and the rest of his team often complained about how shameless he was in front of them. his spirit burned bright with fiery ambition, glimmering red and orange and yellow, and he introduced a kind of light into your life that you had never quite experienced before. at first you were a little wary at first, a little blinded by how much he shone, but because you were just as stubborn as he was, you soon grew used to it.
if anything, you came to learn that atsumu was undoubtedly one of the most inspirational people out there. motivating his peers was like second-nature to him, and even if he didnât consciously put in the effort to inspire them, he still ended up doing so anyway. his love for volleyball was blatant in its authenticity, in its obsession. so when coupled with his charisma, and, yes, his boyishly good looks, atsumu developed a serious kind of gravitational pull. it was no wonder so many people were drawn inâyourself included.
but, inevitably, something had to be sacrificed. your boyfriendâs devotion to the game often meant that you two didnât get to spend much time together. if atsumu wasnât practicing at the gym, then he was either thinking about doing it, on his way to doing it, orâthis happens only under the direst of circumstancesârecovering from doing it. he was, in every sense of the word, a workaholic.
you were fine with it for the most part, mostly because you had a busy schedule to deal with yourself. if you werenât doing homework or studying for an upcoming exam for the sake of staying on top of your classes, then you were either fulfilling your duties as a student council member, playing your respective sport, or taking care of things at home.
regardless, there were still times when you wished atsumu was with you. it didnât matter if he was spewing volleyball jargon, or forcing you to pepper with him, or anything like that. you just wanted to spend time with him, to actually see him and his stupid face and his stupid smile that you want to kiss so badly.
maybe thatâs why youâre so zeroed in on the fanfiction youâre readingâto try and make up for what youâve been deprived of for days on end. a very palpable twinge of sadness tugs at your heart. you push the unwanted sentiment to the depths of your mind, trying to focus on reading the story again.
god, what sentence were you even on? and why was the door suddenly openingâ
âhey baby, did ya miss me?â
your soul leaves your body.
before you even have time to think, a shrill scream rips from your throat as you scramble to hide your phone underneath the covers. atsumu's jaw drops, completely and utterly befuddled by your behavior. after a moment he raises his hands in mock surrender. "jeez, darlin', it's just me. your boyfriend, remember?" atsumu says, brow raised. there's a mixture of emotions written across his faceâslight concern, palpable amusement, even some suspicion. "what are ya hidin' there on your phone, anyway?"
finally, you seem to find your voice. "n-nothing important," you mumble, clearly and very intentionally avoiding the intensity of atsumu's hawk-like gaze. "i didn't even know you'd be visiting today.. thought you would be busy with practice again."
maybe it's because your boyfriend knows you so well by now, but he catches the hint of bitterness in your tone. his face softens, and he takes one, two, three steps toward you until he's taking up the space on your left. "coach called in sick, so mister perfect decided to just cancel practice for today," atsumu shrugs. you're still somewhat upset, but you can't help but smile at the setter's nickname for his captainâkita shinsuke, the closest embodiment of perfection that anyone's ever seen.
"i'm pretty sure i texted ya that i would be dropping by," your boyfriend adds, glancing over at you. cautiously, you pull out your phone again and open up the messages app. lo and behold, he did in fact text you, but you were too busy with your fanfiction to notice.
your face burns with the weight of your embarrassment.
a small chuckle escapes from atsumu's mouth. "wow, i haven't even done anything and you're already blushin' for me," he teases. you hit his chest halfheartedly, muttering about how mean he's being. you fail to notice the calculating glint in his eyes. you also fail to notice his hand wandering.
a second later, atsumu grins smugly, your phone held securely in his grip.
"what the hell, 'sumu?!" you screech, trying to retrieve the object in vain. "how did you evenâ"
"i'm good with my hands," he winks, and you don't even have time to scold him for the clear innuendo because he's typing in the password to your phone. all you can do is accept your fate as atsumu discovers the story you were reading.
as expected, he laughs. loudly. it's almost like the laugh he lets out whenever he wins a bet against osamu. you turn away, shame and humiliation gnawing at your chest. there's nothing more you want than to be swallowed by the floor beneath you.
however, when atsumu's laughter dies down a few moments later, you feel him wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "baby," he begins, voice still a little breathless from all his cackling, "why are ya reading this when ya got the real thing right here?"
you look up at him, a confusing mess of emotions swirling within your stomach. "because we don't seem to spend much time together anymore," you admit, lowering your eyes to the ground. "laugh all you want, but these stories are there for me whenever i need them. you probably think it's stupid, or pathetic, or whatever, but.. i miss you, 'sumu."
you close your eyes, preparing to hear another round of thunderous laughter. it never comes.
"open yer eyes for me, babe," atsumu's voice is unexpectedly soft, tender. hesitantly, you do, and your gaze meets his. your boyfriend reaches out, resting a calloused hand against your cheek. his touch is so familiar, so comforting, that you can't do anything else but lean in and welcome it. "i didn't know that ya were feelin' this way, and i'll admit that it's my fault for not noticing. but hey, you wanna know somethin'?"
"what is it?" you whisper.
"i miss ya too," your boyfriend confesses. he leans in, placing a soft kiss against your lips. "and tomorrow, i'm taking ya out on a date."
OIKAWA TOORU
"oh my god, this is so cute," you sigh dreamily, swinging your feet in satisfaction as you indulge yourself. it was fanfiction, for crying out loudâcan you really be blamed? this particular story practically reeked of fluff. you had just received flowers from the male lead, with you two having confessed just a few days ago. now you were on the first date, entering the doorway to a beautiful relationship that made every reader jealous.
the fact that the male leadâthe infamous setter of aoba johsai, fanboy of iwaizumi hajime, hater of ushijima wakatoshiâalso happened to be your boyfriend was just a minor detail.
you continued reading, the outside world completely irrelevant as you immersed yourself in the story. soon another squeal leaves your lips as oikawa, the male lead, bends down to kiss your hand. he says something swoonworthy, causing you to giggle like a madman. "that's it, i'm marrying you," you say, as if he can hear you through the story.
"marrying who?"
you let out a defeated sigh as your boyfriend pops his head into your room. there's a pout on oikawa's face, his mocha eyes filled with mock betrayal. still there's a part of you that knows he actually is a little bit jealous; he just doesn't know that technically, he's jealous of himself. "who are you marrying, babe?" he asks you somewhat accusingly. "i think it's a bit too early forâ"
"shut up please," you groan, a bit sad that your reading session got interrupted. "i'm reading this fanfiction of you, and in the story, you're actually nice to me."
you immediately hear an indignant gasp from your boyfriend. he puts a hand to his chest, his pout now even more prominent. "excuse me, i am nice to you," oikawa scoffs as he walks over, squinting at the story you're reading. "i'm way better than him!"
"you are him," you deadpan.
"exactly! why are you reading that when i'm right here? i'm hurt," oikawa says in disapproval, shaking his head at you. "now move over."
you blinkâonce, twice. "wait, what?"
"i wanna read too," oikawa says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world, "so i can list all the things they got wrong about me."
BOKUTO KOUTAROU
maybe reading fanfiction about your boyfriend wasn't the best idea. it's not that the story wasn't great because it really wasâthe characterization was on-point, the writing style was smooth and elegant, and the plot was creative. it's more about your boyfriend himself. particularly the way that he reacted when he found out.
"am i not good enough?" bokuto asked you quietly as he stared up at you. his golden eyes were absolutely despondent, his shoulders were slouched, and even his owlish hair looked like it was deflated. you didn't need akaashi to understand that those were all signs of an emo bokuto.
and it was all because of you.
man, the guilt was unbearable.
"koutarou," you say softly, reaching out to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. "baby, you are more than enough for me. you're amazing, okay? you're my anchor, and you make me smile when no one else can. compared to you, this fanfiction means nothing." you pause, placing a tender kiss against his warm cheek. "seeing you sad makes me sad, you know?"
"i'm sorry," bokuto mumbles, burying his face in the crook of your shoulder. "i thought i'd let you down or something, like i wasn't being a good boyfriend. it scared me."
his words make your heart hurt even more. you pull away from the hug, letting your earnest gaze meet his. "from now on, you don't have to be scared," you tell him seriously. "i'll stop reading fanfiction, and every day, i'll remind you of how much you mean to me. is that fair, kou?"
bokuto nods, and it's at that moment that you start to see the gloomy aura around him disappear. "i love you," he says, and you can tell that he means it. he always does.
you pull him closer, your fingers combing through his hair soothingly. he hums quietly, enjoying the feeling. "i love you too, koutarou," you smile. "and no story will ever change that."
you let a few moments pass by, simply listening to the comforting sound of his heartbeat. slowly, you let your eyes close, your boyfriend's strong embrace lulling you to a light rest. after a few moments, though, bokuto's voice breaks through the silence. "can i ask you a question, babe?"
you open your eyes. "anything."
he pulls away, his expression completely serious as he looks at you. "can we get something to eat?"
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