#atsumu series

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TRAINING WHEELS

CHAPTER THREE | BABY ON BOARD

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five years ago, you stupidly had a fling with inarizaki athlete, miya atsumu– now, present day– he had a son he knew nothing about. you made sure it was going to stay that way, but as fate would have it, he unexpectedly stumbled back into your lives, now as volleyball’s biggest star.

wc & notes: 3.5k — this chapter was originally going to be 7k+ words, but for my own sanity during editing i decided to split it in two different chapters instead! i also thought it would be easier to read in separate chapters instead of just one really condensed one so pls forgive me 🗿

The past twelve hours had been a whirlwind for Miya Atsumu.

His day started late, but not out of his own fault! He swore it. It was just because his alarm clock didn’t go off. At least that’s what he told Coach Foster when he walked into practice late with a Starbucks frappuccino. But hey, at least he got one for everyone right? The team nutritionist yelled at him later for it because sugar wasn’t on the regiment, especially with the V-League season so soon. Hinata gladly slurped down the drink though, which consequently sent him into a sugar rush later. And once that happened, their coach chewed out Atsumu for the ginger’s erratic playing. It seemed like the scolding was neverending, but he shook it off as practice continued. He thought that the rest of the day was going to go on without any more hitches, up until he got a call from his brother. 

“She’s here right now with a kid. He’s four years old, and I don’t think the fact he looks like ya is a coincidence.”

The air stilled, and despite the clamor and ruckus of the gym around him, all Atsumu heard was the ringing in his ears and the silence on Osamu’s end. A kid?

There was no way. Osamu was just messing with him, right? It was just a prank, Suna or one of their friends probably put him up to it. There’s no way that… that he actually… He thought of you, something his mind hadn’t crossed paths with in awhile. You were just a girl who left him high and dry five years ago… without a word. He wanted to tell himself he wasn’t convinced, but something lurching in his stomach told him otherwise.

The denial didn’t stop Atsumu from abruptly running out of practice. He would deal with what the coaches had to say later.

FIVE YEARS AGO — INARIZAKI HIGH SCHOOL

“What’s up with ya?” Atsumu questioned, slumping down on the seat infront of your desk as he faced yours. “Yer acting funny, ya sick or something?”

Atsumu couldn’t care less about the fact he was bothering you in the middle of class, all he could think about is how weird you’ve been acting with him. He thought things were going good with you over the past few weeks, maybe a little too good considering you both… He shook it off. You’ve been acting odd all week, suddenly barely sparing him a glance. Despite the fact you both weren’t dating, he had to admit it was bugging him more than it should’ve.

“What makes you say that?” You responded, almost defensively. You didn’t look up from your math worksheet, and to anyone else, it would just look like you were focused on your work, but Atsumu knew you were distracted, you hadn’t moved from the same problem for over ten minutes. 

“Well, ya barely have been talking to me this week first of all,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. “And not to mention one of your friends told me you went home early yesterday because of food poisoning.” He didn’t mean to reveal that he had been asking around about you, but you didn’t seem to linger on it.

You fiddled with the pencil on your desk, clearly avoiding his eyes. “Why does it matter to you? It’s none of your business, Miya.”

Miya? Harsh.

“And here I thought ya liked me!” Atsumu replied, melodramatically clutching his chest as if he were wounded, albeit, his ego was admittedly a little bruised. “Of course what my girl does matters to me.”

You couldn’t help yourself from cracking a smile, and Atsumu considered it a victory. 

“We’re not even dating, we met a couple weeks ago,” you replied, shaking your head. 

Atsumu rolled his eyes. Though, you were right, you had never made anything official. It was all just harmless fun, right? 

“That didn’t seem to matter when we–”

“Be quiet!” you hissed in embarrassment. Atsumu smirked when he noticed how flustered you got. When you realized Atsumu wasn’t going to let up, you gave him another sigh. 

“I think I’m just not feeling well, probably a stomach bug or something.”

“Blegh!” Atsumu replied, sticking out his tongue. “Well don’t give it to me!”

You bore a small grin at him. Atsumu smiled back, happy that he was at least able to make you feel a little better that day.

He didn’t think that would be the last time he ever saw you.

He was going to walk you home that day and he even considered finally formally asking you out. Granted, he probably should have done that before the… bathroom incident, but he digressed. He went to your classroom later only to find your desk empty. Your classmates already said you left and he shrugged it off. He would just wait until the next day.

Then you were absent the next day, and the day after.

 It wasn’t until a whole week had passed where he felt himself starting to get worried.

You weren’t answering his texts, and after awhile, they didn’t even deliver anymore. He thought things were going well, at least to him they were… Whatever, he wasn’t going to let it get to him. If you didn’t want to talk to him anymore, so be it, it wasn’t his problem. People walked out on him all the time. He repeated it like a mantra, whatever, whatever, whatever.

But it doesn’t stop him from thinking.

As the days progressed, he felt himself plunging deeper into his doubtful thoughts.  You weren’t avoiding him on purpose were you? He didn’t realize how much it was getting to him until he missed practically every set during practice because he was too busy thinking of your smile at him instead of where Osamu’s hand was. He was tired of it, he finally decided he wasn’t going to wait for you to show up. He would get the answers himself.

Afterschool, he followed the trek to your house and stirred silently. Why was he even bothered this much about some girl he barely knew? You weren’t the first girl he was with, and he didn’t plan for you to be the last. So why was it bothering him so much? He wasn’t sure why, but it crept up his spine like a chill. 

Miya Atsumu isn’t someone you can leave, he’s always made sure of it. He’s never the one left behind. He doesn’t want to be. 

He stood on your doorstep, deliberating with himself if it was even worth it. But he didn’t come all this way for nothing. Even if you told him to get lost, atleast it would put an end to his endless lamenting. It would be better than having you plague him like a damn fever. He knocked.

He doesn’t expect your mother to answer.

“What do ya mean she moved?” Atsumu asked in disbelief.

“She’s gone to live with her grandmother in Kagawa,” your mother stated firmly. “I don’t think you’ll be seeing her anytime soon.”

Before Atsumu could pry for any other details, your mother spoke again.

“Don’t ever come back to this house.”

Then the door was slammed in his face.

PRESENT DAY

Despite his best attempts at staying in denial, he realized that all the signs were there. You were getting sick, avoiding him, your sudden disappearance. He should have known something was wrong when your mother forbade him from coming back without a reason. His mind was a flurry as he rushed through the streets of Osaka. The little voice in the back of his head that was saying it was impossible was getting flooded out, it was entirely too possible. 

In his rush inside Onigiri Miya, he was met with a body crashing into him. He looked down to see a horrified face infront of him, it’s yours. And in your arms, an unassuming boy that looked indisputably like him. A moment passed, as if the world stopped spinning on its axis. The panic seemed to be flooding out of your body and into the room. His mouth felt dry and whatever was spinning through his mind was suddenly a standstill. His gaze followed back to the boy, and his heart lurched.

There was no doubt about it, he had a son.

Even if you hadn’t told him, Atsumu could instinctively already tell, something in his gut just knew. He shared his smile, his brown eyes, and even his naturally dark hair that swept in the same way Atsumu’s did when he was that age. There was a piece of him out there, and he didn’t know all these years.

He barely choked out, “could we talk?”

While you both spoke at the table together, and as he gazed at Haru playing with Osamu and your friend not far away, he found himself wondering so many questions. What had Haru looked like when he was a baby? What was he like? Was he more energetic and lively like him? Or more quiet and reserved like his brother was? Was anyone there to help you through the pregnancy? What were his first words? Did he ever ask about him once he was old enough to understand what a father was?

“Atsumu, you realize what you’re asking right? You’re agreeing to be a father, which you just found out right now of all things. It’s a commitment, no take backsies.”

He knew he should’ve weighed the circumstances more, you were right after all, it was a commitment, a life-long one. Not to mention he barely found out an hour ago. Did he even know how to be a father? Infact, Atsumu hadn’t even considered kids in his life yet. He thought he had a long time before he thought he ever had to make that decision.

He thought about Haru, and how for years, he didn’t grow up with a father. His jaw hardened. Four years was too long for him to be absent. He couldn’t just… walk out. When he looked at Haru, he couldn’t possibly think of going on with living his life while knowing his son was out there. 

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

After your talk and once the situation was settled, atleast as much as it could be, Atsumu had offered to walk you home for the night. You decided to opt out of the company party you were attending for obvious reasons, and Naomi made sure to pass the news on to your boss about a “family emergency”.

 Now there he was, walking down the streets with his ex highschool fling, and his child. Whoever said life worked in unexpected ways, he wasn’t quite imagining this.

You both walked in silence, with Haru in your arms as he slept soundly. Atsumu wasn’t sure what to say, or if he even wanted to break the silence, so he kept quiet. Throughout the walk, he found himself stealing glances at you, and it felt as if he were meeting you all over again. You obviously weren’t the same girl he knew all those years ago. You held yourself up with a maturity he felt like he couldn’t match. Unlike him, sometimes he still felt like the clumsy kid he was in highschool. Maturity was something he always seemed to lack. His friends and brother always made sure to remind him of that whenever he behaved so. 

He looked down at Haru, still fast asleep. He imagined it was well past his bedtime now. You stifled a yawn as you carried the small boy, the tiredness seemed to be contagious. He saw your shoulders beginning to sag, and Atsumu realized you had been carrying him for the better portion of the walk.

“Here, let me take him,” he offered. “You’re tired.”

You looked up at him, with a raised eyebrow. “Have you held a kid before?”

He felt himself pause. Had he held a kid before? There were a few times at family reunions where he held the children of distant family members but that had all been for mere seconds before another family member scooped them up. He remembered how his mom was able to hold him and his brother at once for hours on end, how hard could it be?

“No, but I want to try seeing as I have one now.”

You laughed and extended Haru out to Atsumu, who gently took the boy as if he were made of porcelain. Haru shifted in his sleep, but comfortably adjusted into the setter’s arms.

He heard your laugh beside him and he immediately stiffened up. Had he done something wrong?

“He’s not a volleyball,” you chuckled, “hold him up from here.” You went to adjust Atsumu’s position and pushed up his arm so Haru’s weight could rest on it. He felt his cheeks burn in embarrassment, apparently it was harder than he thought.

“Good,” you replied, patting his arm, and he had to stop himself from blushing when he felt your fingers brushing his arm. “Now just keep him there.”

Atsumu nodded as you continued your walk. It’s then that the thought hit him—when he was finally holding Haru in his arms—that he's his. 

His arms instinctively held Haru tighter. No, he couldn’t be doubtful now. There was too much on the line and too much time lost. Unlike the past four years, he swore that he would be there from now on, no matter what.

You both rounded the corner before you got to your apartment complex, a smaller building in the quieter part of the city. You both had lived here all this time, and he didn’t know. Had he ever walked down this street unknowingly?

“This is us,” you stated, gesturing to the building. He felt himself trying to come up with something to say, but nothing came out. He just knew he didn’t want the night to end, there was still so much he had to know.

“Would you like to come in for a bit? I have some pictures of Haru I could show you.” You asked, and it was like you read his mind.

“I would like that.”

He followed you inside and into the elevator where you led him to your apartment. You flicked on the lights and Atsumu glanced around. He looked around and saw Haru’s toys laying about, pictures of the two of you framed around the home, he even spotted Haru’s homework still strewn out on the coffee table. You both crept inside, careful to be quiet as to not wake Haru. You led him down a hallway and opened a door to what he presumed was Haru’s room, and ushered him inside. 

Atsumu carried the boy inside his room, and looked around. He saw his drawings framed along the walls, toys, stuffed animals, and noticed a volleyball near his toy trunk. He made a mental note to ask Haru about that later. He padded over to the bed, and set him down so he was laying. You came up beside him, and tucked the covers over him before kissing his forehead. 

He realized this was the first time he was putting his son to sleep. Was this what having a family was like?

You both quietly exited the room, making sure to close Haru’s door so he wasn’t disturbed by you both outside.

“I can make us some tea,” you said, as he nodded. He didn’t even really like tea, he was just glad he could stay. He followed you to the kitchen, where he took a seat at the kitchen island while you put the kettle on the stove.

“Is it just ya two here?” He asked, looking around. You had some pictures framed up, as well as some photographs hung on the fridge which he could see. But from what he could tell, it was only you, Haru, and sometimes Naomi in the photos.

“Yup,” you responded, pulling out two mugs from the cabinet above you. “Since Haru was born, really.”

Atsumu felt his heart in his stomach. “Even when ya were pregnant?”

Atsumu saw you still, and he hoped he didn’t open an old wound. He scolded himself for not being more sensitive, and letting his own curiosity get the better of him. 

“When I told my parents, they kicked me out,” you stated bluntly, putting the tea bags in the cups. “They sent me to live with my grandmother, who was amazingly supportive, but she died before Haru was born, so since then it was just us.”

Atsumu was silent, he wasn't sure what to say. I’m sorry? I’m sorry that I wasn’t there? But that wasn’t enough, it didn’t change what you had to go through. The thought of you being in that delivery room by yourself only added onto the guilt on his shoulders, and his heart sank even further when he realized you had to do everything else alone too.

“Atleast Haru’s birth was quick!” You joked, a smile beaming on your face. Despite all that, you were still… positive? Atsumu was in disbelief, he probably couldn’t go through a fraction of what you had and still manage to put on a brave front. He always got into a mood, as Osamu called it, even at the smallest of inconveniences. You pushed a cup of tea towards him which he took graciously.

“Yer amazing,” he said in awe.

“It’s just tea,” you laughed, blowing on your cup. Atsumu shook his head.

“No,” he responded. “For everything. For what ya had to go through, and what you’ve done for Haru. And at eighteen? Osamu was still packing my lunches when I was that age.”

You laughed in response and it made his cheeks warm. He liked the sound, he thought.

“Let me get those photo albums I was talking about,” you said before walking into another room. You came back a few minutes later holding a few photo books.

 “Do you wanna start with the first one?” You asked, holding one out.

Atsumu eagerly nodded as he took the dusty blue album, decorated with ribbons and stickers. He could tell you had decorated it yourself. It showcased a picture of you holding a newborn Haru in the hospital. The picture almost made Atsumu frown, knowing you were by yourself that day, but he ended up smiling seeing how proudly you beamed holding the baby. He opened the book and inspected inside.

There was a sonogram of each phase Haru was in during your pregnancy, and eventually a few photos of Haru being born in the hospital. He saw the tiny notes you wrote besides the pictures, and his mouth grew agape when he saw 3.68kg written next one of Haru’s pictures.

“Yeah,” you chuckled, noticing his expression. “He was a big baby, I guess since his dad’s a pro athlete and everything.”

His face grew more horrified and he almost wanted to apologize. He apologize to his mom too considering she had twins. Then another picture caught his attention.

 “Hey, what’s this one?” He asked, pointing to another photo.

He pointed towards a picture that looked somewhat recent, he could tell since Haru seemed to be almost the same age in the picture as he was now. It was of you in a graduation cap and gown holding up Haru proudly who looked like he was cheering. It definitely wasn’t your high school graduation since Haru was in it.

“Oh, that’s when I graduated from university last year.”

“Ya completed university?” Atsumu asked in astonishment.

“Yeah,” you grinned. “Pretty proud of myself. I was working two jobs and had to take night classes for a couple years but I ended up getting my degree finally a few months ago, then I got a great job at the firm I’m at now.”

No, you’re not just amazing, you’re phenomenal.

The rest of the night was filled with you and Atsumu looking over Haru’s pictures, some of his favorites being Haru’s second birthday where he had cake painted across his face from where he tried to eat his birthday cake face-first, his first day of preschool (which he found out he started this year), and one of you and Haru at a festival with matching daifuku in hand. He made a mental note to take you both when he saw how brightly you both smiled. Whenever he wasn’t looking at the photos, he was paying attention to you. He was getting to know you again.

“It’s getting late,” you yawned. “I have work tomorrow, and I probably have to explain why I missed the party tonight.”

Atsumu groaned. “That reminds me, I have to explain to my coaches tomorrow why I ran out of practice, they probably won’t believe me though.”

You giggled, before sliding out the picture of Haru’s second birthday from the book. “Maybe you can use this as proof.”

Atsumu took the photo and smiled warmly in the picture in his hands. The picture would find a well-loved home in his wallet, but would later be replaced with a picture of the three of you adorning matching jerseys on Haru’s eighth birthday at one of Atsumu’s games.

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[the-things-i-love]

Oh boy! Here I go, sinking into a new fan fiction again!

PAIRING. Atsumu Miya x Fem!Reader

GENRE. angst, fluff, possible smut(?), enemies to lovers

SERIES WARNINGS. (past) bully!atsumu, bullying, more tbd.

SYNOPSIS. High school was a living hell because of one man and one man only— Atsumu Miya. After graduating, you made it your goal to never cross paths with him again. It turns out the universe has different plans for you after you get a job as MSBY’s new manager.

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triple trouble, atsumu miya

pairing atsumu miya x f!reader word count 1.6k synopsis atsumu steals every reporters' attention as he introduces the media to his triplets during a post-game interview; or, more accurately, his triplets steal all the attention. like father, like sons. content contains domestic fluff, dad!atsumu, atsumu & reader are married and so in love, babies, mention of pregnancy more in this collection!

The flashes of cameras going off, the constant exclamations of “Miya! Miya!” coming from the crowd of journalists and reporters all vying for his attention, the fact that the foldout chairs they use for all these post-game interviews are harder on your ass than falling on asphalt — all of this is being handled with ease by a smug Atsumu Miya.

Or, normally all of this would be handled with ease by a smug Atsumu Miya.

But right now, the Atsumu Miya struggling to take a seat in the most uncomfortable chair known to man, dyed hair a mess, his usual trademark smirk replaced by furrowed brows and a look of concentration, doesn’t appear to be the godlike adversary on the court. In fact, he looks oddly human. 

The cause of what has humbled this cocky athlete and reduced him to mere mortal man are the three chubby toddlers he’s cradling in his arms. 

All of them are identical, from their chubby cheeks to their little grubby hands. Heads full of thick, dark brown hair (reminiscent of their father’s natural color) poke out from Atsumu’s hold, and the eighteen-month-olds’ eyes are all full of childlike wonder as they watch the crowd, confused as to who all these people are. 

After finally getting settled into his seat, Atsumu addresses the crowd casually, as if he didn’t spend the last two minutes ensuring that his baby boys weren’t going to slip from his arms while he tried to prepare for this interview. Akimitsu is secured in his left arm, Akihiko in the right, leaving poor Akinari to cling onto Atsumu’s neck. 

While athletes have been getting more comfortable with bringing their kids up on stage with them, no one has ever seen a professional athlete haul his three babies with him. 

A fact that one reporter is more than happy to point out.

“Miya, wife put you on babysitting duty?” A male journalist calls out from the crowd. A few chuckles follow, but Atsumu just smiles at the mention of you.

“Nah. It’s not babysittin’ if they’re your damn kids, right? Besides, she deserves a break.” A few appreciative murmurs flutter through the crowd. 

After the initial surprise of seeing identical triplets being carried in the MSBY Black Jackals’ setter’s arms, the reporters are back to business as usual. They’re all professionals — even if hearing Atsumu give them a great quote to use as a hook (“I respect Nakamura as a human bein’ but calling him a setter for a professional league volleyball team is an insult to setters everywhere.”) is followed by him cooing sweet words of affirmation to whichever of his sons happens to be babbling in his ears. 

“Nakamura isn’t a very good player, is he, Akihiko?” No one outside of your family and his teammates have ever heard Atsumu sound so affectionate. His words are practically coated in sugar, and it’s hard to remember that he’s insulting another player in the league whenever he’s practically bumping noses with his toddler son when he says it. 

Akihiko, most likely due to his father’s influence, lets out a stream of enthusiastic gurgles that Atsumu automatically translates to him being in complete agreement with him. 

“Write that down.” He says to the crowd. “Even my baby knows he’s shit at the game.” 

There’s a few more minutes of Atsumu answering the usual post-game questions, but halfway through one of his responses, Akinari loses his grip on Atsumu’s neck and is about to tumble to the floor before Atsumu’s reflexes kick in. You’ve made a joke once that you think Atsumu’s reflexes have become heightened after becoming a father; his athletic instincts have merged with the famous “dad reflexes” all fathers seem to be gifted with. (Atsumu tells reporters that this is why he keeps on becoming a better player; people think his family would hold him back, but once again, family is his greatest blessing.)

“Ya gotta hang onto me, buddy.” Atsumu can’t even pretend to be stern when he tells this to Akinari, who only smiles at him and exclaims something unintelligible. He shifts Akinari to his left arm, relaxes back in his seat, and is even excited to answer a question concerning his play style compared to Tobio Kageyama’s, but as he readjusts the two boys in his arms, Atsumu can’t help but startle at the fact that he has three kids. Not just two. 

Momentarily panicked, he almost wants to ask why the hell no one told him one of his kids jumped ship but then he feels a tug on the bottom hem of his volleyball shorts. 

Peering under the table, Atsumu is greeted with the sight of Akimitsu’s mischievous little face. He’s the oldest of the three and takes after Atsumu the most — meaning, he’s the cutest little nightmare there could ever be. 

“Whatcha doin’ under the table, Mitsu?” Atsumu asks, and Akimitsu gives out a happy, gleeful shriek. He’s clapping his grubby hands together and cheering. 

“Dada found me!” 

“I did find ya, buddy.” Atsumu coos. “Now why don’t you come sit on daddy’s lap?” 

After wrangling up all his kids once more, Atsumu sighs and looks up at the timer in front of him. 

“I have enough time for one more question.” He tells the crowd.

“Are you excited to get out of here and get back home to the wife?” 

“I’m always happy to come home to [Name]. If there’s a professional league for motherhood, she’s going into the hall of fame. I don’t know how she handles these fools by herself all day.” 

Akihiko takes a tiny, chubby hand and smacks Atsumu in the face. Repeatedly. 

“Home! Home!” His slaps get slightly more aggressive, but Atsumu’s received some serves with his face before, so it doesn’t really phase him. “Home! Mama!” 

“Well, you heard the man.” Atsumu actually gives a genuine smile for the cameras. “We gotta head home.”

You’re applying your moisturizer in the bathroom despite the mirror being fogged up from the hot shower. It’s probably why you don’t anticipate strong arms wrapping themselves around your body, and you gasp before your muscle memory recognizes him. Your body easily relaxes against his, and you’re smiling as you ask your husband, 

“Had a good day today?”

“We took ‘em in two straight sets. Slaughtered the other team to the point where it wasn’t even fair.” He angles his head just right so he can kiss you on the cheek, but you gently slap him away.

“I’m putting on moisturizer right now.”

“Great. My lips are dry.” He goes in for another kiss, and even though you’re giggling, trying to pull away from him, he still plants a peck on your soft skin. “Should I go for seconds, just for good measure?” He teases.

“Hmm, I guess so.” 

“Oh? What’s with the change? Realize how much you can’t live without my touch?” He pulls you in closer to him, your back pressed firmly against his chest. He’s fresh out the shower, stray droplets of water greedily clinging onto his skin. 

“Maybe.” You tilt your head back on the front of his shoulder so that you can see him. “You know your interview is trending on Twitter, right?” 

“Oh, yeah? Bet Nakamura’s pissed.” Atsumu sounds too happy at the concept. 

“No. There’s actually an interesting clip that keeps going around. Someone already used it as an intro for a thirst edit of you.” 

You like it when Atsumu is thinking. There’s an adorable crease in between his furrowed brows, and you can practically see him going through the memory files in his brain, trying to figure out what could possibly be worthy of inspiring an edit of him. 

“You seriously don’t know?” You’re laughing at him, and it’s the sweetest sound in the world. Atsumu doesn’t take kindly to being the butt of a joke, but from the moment he saw you, he knew he’d do anything to stay by your side, even becoming a fucking court jester if that’s what it took. 

You reach for your phone on the counter, taking a few seconds to load up the fan edit you have favorited. 

He’s burying his face in your hair, hiding away as he hears the audio of him going now why don’t you come sit on daddy’s lap playing on a loop. He groans when you let it replay, uncharacteristically shy as you keep telling him to watch it. 

“The comments are the best part, though, baby!” You haven’t been able to stop giggling at jackingthejackalsoff’s very bold and very true statement of yeah, if i were [name], i’d pop out triplets for him too tf 😭🙏.  

As Atsumu’s hands travel to rest against the growing swell of your belly, you tease him. “So, when the twins are born, do you think you’ll have enough space in your arms to haul all five of our kids, or should we finally use that baby chest carrier Shoyo gifted us?” 

“I can carry all of ‘em and you onto that stage.” He regrets making this smug remark whenever you slightly drop your teasing tone and use what he dubs The Mom Voice on him.

“Oh? If that’s true, then why did it take you so long to realize Akimitsu crawled out of your arms while you were busy calling your opponents scrubs?” 

“Have I ever told you what a wonderful mother you are? And this moisturizer! Wow, I don’t know what you’ve been doing with your skin, baby, but keep it up.” He’s peppering your face with more kisses, hurriedly trying to change the subject, and you gladly let him.

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tags, cws grief & loss, found family, angst, possibly ooc, language

synopsis : you stopped believing in love the day your dad passed—leaving you to pay the debt left off from building his dream bakery. when your long term boyfriend breaks off a three year long relationship via text, you wonder if you have any more life left to live. heaven sends you a surprise ◡̈

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prologue: tiny suburban bakery

001: iced lemon loaves / self deprecating humor

002: venn diagram

003: monsters under the bed

004: softness vs. survival

005: not waiting for you anymore

006: building the same house

007: blue door deja vu

epilogue: somewhere between

status : completed 🍞

extras ness’ extras ness’ recs + overview

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[entwnii]

it’s already late at night when 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 walks out of the gym, his sport bag in his hand.

the droplets of water falling from his platinum blonde hair run down his face and the back of his neck. paired with the chill breeze of the night, it makes a trail of shivers run down his spine and goosebumps appear on his light skin.

god, why did he forget to bring a towel ?

he grabs his keys from the back pocket of his shorts before opening the car’s door, throwing his sport bag somewhere on the backseat while he slides down on the driver seat.

he turns his car on, a white porsche 718 spyder, hoping that his hair will dry during the ride home before driving off to your shared apartment.

the wind that blows through his blonde locks makes the pro athlete sigh in contentment, a small smile appearing on his slightly chapped lips as he drives through the busy streets of osaka, the neon lights of the stores lighting his face in various colors.

it doesn’t take him longer than twenty minutes to get to his residence, parking his convertible car in it’s usual spot.

atsumu grabs his bag’s handle and gets out of the car before locking it. he walks over to the apartment building’s entrance, opening the door and making his way to the staircase.

once he reaches the third floor, he walks over to the door of your shared apartment, the only one on the third floor.

the blonde-haired man unlocks the front door with his keys before stepping inside.

your fiancé carefully closes the door behind him, not wanting to wake you up. he kicks his shoes off his feet before placing his sport bag on the floor next to the door.

atsumu’s dark brown eyes are attracted by a small light coming from the living room.

his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, the pro volleyball player walks over to the living room, scratching the back of his neck.

the frown on his face immediately disappears at the sight in front of him, a fond smile replacing it.

the television is on, mamma mia is currently playing on the screen, one of your favorite movies. there’s a plate of muffins on the coffee table, blueberry and lemon ones with powdered sugar icing on top along with a glass bottle of lemonade.

all the while you are laying on the skandi couch, facing the television, visibly asleep. one of your cheeks is pressed against the back of your hand, your eyes closed and your plump lips slightly parted. soft breaths escape you as one of atsumu’s large shirts is draped over your body.

despite all of his efforts not to wake you up, atsumu’s foot bumps into one of the couch’s footers, making him yelp at the sudden pain, which wakes you up.

atsumu watches as you turn around, facing the couch’s back, a frown on your face while a small whine escapes you. your eyelashes flutter open, trying to adjust your eyesight to the light coming from the television.

as you sit up, you start rubbing your eyes, letting a groan of complain before finally glancing to the side, glaring at your fiancé.

“sorry, baby.” atsumu flashes you a small smile, a hint of regret visible in his eyes, despite his urge to laugh at your sleepy appearance.

“how’s my future mama ?” he asks as he places his hands on the back of the skandi couch, leaning towards you.

“fine, but she was quite calm until you arrived.” you accusingly tell him, a subtle frown on your features as you place a hand on your baby bump.

“‘t’s not my fault she likes my voice.” atsumu lets out a chuckle, placing a hand on the side of your face, turning your head to place a small peck on your plump lips. “only two months left…”

you let out a small hum at his words, looking up at him with sleepy eyes.

atsumu parts away from your plump lips, licking his own. “imma eat somethin’, what do ya wanna eat ?”

you scratch the bridge of your nose with your nails, thinking about his offer. “i want vanilla ice cream… with olive oil and salt.”

atsumu nods his head at your request, a small ‘kay’ leaving his lips before he walks over to the kitchen.

he knows better than to criticize your cravings, especially since it isn’t the weirdest one out of your seven months of pregnancy.

your fiancé turns on the kitchen’s lights, scratching the back of his neck as he walks around the kitchen to gather the ingredients.

he grabs two bowls from one of the drawers before turning over to the fridge and opening it. he grabs the vanilla ice cream container along with his oatmeal and the milk.

atsumu places a good amount of oatmeal into his bowl before pouring some milk on top and putting the bowl on the side.

he then begins to scoop out some vanilla ice cream, placing it in the second bowl before grabbing the olive oil. he pours a trail of the oil on top of the ice cream and sprinkles some sea salt on top.

the blonde-haired boy wipes the kitchen counter, cleaning the small mess he made, and puts the ingredients back in the fridge.

he grabs both the bowls, along with two tablespoons and walks back to the living room.

“here ya go, pretty girl.” atsumu announces with a grin on his face as he hands you your bowl and a spoon.

he slides on the skandi couch right next to you and digs into his oatmeal. he glances over at you, his grin widening as he watches the pleased expression on your face as you savor the ice cream.

“do you want to try it, ‘tsumu ?” you ask as you look over at atsumu, pointing to the mixture in your bowl with your spoon.

“nah, i’m not trustin’ you with that.” he shakes his head, a loud laugh escaping him.

safe to say that you were pissed at him after that, which only made him laugh more.

[444mera]

CHRONICALLY ONLINE!

hey, you've reached suna. leave a message at the beep.

after a week straight of being holed up in the dorm working on your finals, with an annoyingly noisy next-door neighbor at that, you're finally out at a party. with the stress of piling assignments, deadly deadlines, and an infuriating neighbor who you've endlessly tried to confront but somehow have never seen the face of — it was time to get drunk. usually, the more alcohol you drink, the more single you feel; you're blackout drunk. now flirting with the guy you've been eyeing the whole night, everything's going well. but why does his voice sound so familiar?

pairing: suna rintarou x f!reader

status: ongoing (started may 31, 2024)

genre: 18+ romance, smau + written

tags: social media au, college au, strangers to lovers, crack, fluff, angst, smut if i feel like it

warnings: swearing, alcohol, drug use (marijuana), suggestive and sexual themes, probably a lot of kms jokes/crude humour

taglist is open! comment to be tagged :)

profiles:

art students (and atsumu) | Freaky Singles Looking For Love (18+)

teasers:

semi's gig | where's bo taking us this time?

the setup.

01. hashtag pregame

02. a breath of fresh...vodka

03. that was me last night?

04. regrets, regrets, and more regrets

05. a user wants to send you a message

06. that was you the other night?

07.

08.

09.

10.

the confrontation.

11.

12.

13.

14.

15.

☆ mera's mail ! hey divas this is my first actual smau (but i've always wanted to make one lol!) i've regressed into my 2020-2022 haikyuu phase and i've been trying to look for smaus to no avail ... so i decided to make my own instead because i'm self-indulgent like that. ALSO the cover photo for this took me an egregious amount of time because i had to start over so i hope y'all like it. recommend some series' you think i'd enjoy! you can send me questions, suggestions, etc. in my ask too. i am also very open to moots mwahahah

[tulippanes]

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

atsumu m. x reader

・❥ 𝗦𝗬𝗡𝗢𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗦

Calling all hopeless romantics in dire need! Need relationship advice? She's your girl. After all, they don't call her the campus cupid for nothing! When it comes to her own romantic life, it's a whole shit show. She's got a line of exes. Cheaters, manipulators, victim complexes, pick me's, you name 'em! Therefore anything lovey dovey? Hard pass. Now once a man named Atsumu Miya sweeps in and is paired up with her for a psychology project, perhaps there's a chance he can change her perspective on love. Even a little. Who says cupid can't be romanced anyway?

: ̗̀ ➵ WARNINGS

language, kms/kys jokes, mentions of manipulation/cheating/etc, mentions of drinking and alcohol, they start off on the wrong foot, very cliché scenes and flirting tactics that inevitably end up failing, possible cringe, also possible second hand embarrassment, light angst, some miscommunication, bad ways at handling feelings, Atsumu being stupid

: ̗̀ ➵ DYNAMICS

Blended SMAU, College Romance, Silly x Serious type shi, or maybe slight Golden Retriever x Black Cat vibes, Rivals (?) to Somewhat Friends to Somewhat Lovers, Fluff, Slight Slow Burn

𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀 ➻ coming soon

𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ➻ open

PROFILES .ᐟ.ᐟ

lauvers | the 3 that survived the friend group | #triplets

NOTES .ᐟ.ᐟ

♥︎ means there's a written portion!

PLAYLIST .ᐟ.ᐟ

here!

𝐒𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: YUCK!

i. another boring project... with a twist ♥︎

ii. anti-compliance ♥︎

iii. complaints, complaints, complaints

iv. reluctant compliance

v. how NOT to get a number ♥︎

TBA...

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗜𝗗𝗗𝗟𝗘: Hm.

TBA...

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐄𝐍𝐃: Oh!

TBA...

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃

You've (kind of) bewitched me.

a/n another smau..... hoepfully this will be just as fun as nasty dog!!!!! idk i thoight of this on a whim n thought it was a cute concept ijbolll did I base this off a laufey song? yes.

[noosayog]

[baby fever] ft. sakusa kiyoomi

wc: 400

iwa | ushijima | atsumu | osamu | kageyama | oikawa

You quietly slip into the gym, taking your seat on the stands to watch the boys finish up practice. You hear the whistle and your eyes are drawn to where Iwaizumi is running drills. You can’t help the smile on your face when you see the athletic trainer standing there with his daughter, only reaching knee height, but diligently blowing the whistle every time her father gives her shoulder a tap. 

Iwaizumi calls out the last set of drills for the day and you don’t have to wait long before a dark, curly head of hair hovers overhead to shade you from the harsh lights of the gymnasium. 

You crane your head backwards, smiling widely. “Hi,” you greet your boyfriend. 

“Hey,” Kiyoomi says. 

“You don’t need to shower?” you ask.

“Nah,” he responds. “We can shower at home.” 

“Okay.” He takes hold of your hand naturally. Kiyoomi is silent but pleasant on the walk home. You hold the conversation, but you don’t mind as he hums in affirmative and flashes you his sweet close-lipped smiles in acknowledgement at the appropriate times.

“Did you see Iwaizumi’s kid?” you ask casually. 

“Hm.”

“Do you like kids?” you peer at him through your lashes.

He looks at you strangely. He thinks for a bit. “No.” 

You pout a bit. “But she was so cute!” 

“More hassle than they’re worth, don’t you think?” 

He says this in a lighthearted tone but you ponder this seriously. “I mean yeah, but don’t you think a few really good moments can outshine the ugly? It would be worth it.”

He glances at you, slightly taken aback by your earnest response. 

“I’m not pressuring you though, okay? Just want you to know that you’re the one I want a family with someday.” 

He nods slowly but says nothing else and you drop the topic willingly. He’s silent the rest of the walk and you know you got him thinking. 

When you arrive at home, he keeps his hold on your hand until you’re both standing in front of the bathroom door. You tilt your head at him in question, but don’t pull away. 

He squints a bit, like he can’t believe what he’s about to say next. 

“We have to get married first, okay?” 

“What?” 

“Married. That has to come before the kid is… conceived,” his cheeks flush a bit. 

You laugh easily, “okay, Kiyoomi.” 

He lets go of your hand, retreating into the bathroom. You make your way to your room to change, all smiles, but Kiyoomi’s hand jolts out to grab onto you. 

“Aren’t you coming in?” he asks. 

Your smile turns into a huge toothy grin, as you cheekily tell him, “I guess we could practice now if you’re so inclined.” 

He rolls his eyes, but his cheeks are red to his ears.

[alicewrotethis]

𐙚ᣟ݂﹒𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞﹒𝐩𝐭 𝟒

ㅤ۫ㅤ ˚ ۪˖𓏲﹒synopsis!! atsumu comes back home, wondering how the previous events will affect your friendship   ㅤ ˖ㅤㅤ۫ㅤ ˚౨ cw!! timeskip! a. miya x artist! oblivious! reader, nsfw, fluff, plot   ﹒ ◠ note!! someone asked for a part 4 so here u go!! finally part! love this ending sm more ౨   wc!! 3.8k    ˚ ۪˖𓏲 mood!! series playlist

[part one] [part two] [part three]

The rumble of the train beneath him was steady, almost soothing, but Atsumu's mind was anything but calm. He shifted in his seat, his knee bouncing slightly as he stared out the window. The scenery blurred past him, but it barely registered. His thoughts were miles away, back to you, to the way your voice had wrapped around him the other night, soft and vulnerable in a way he'd never forget.

He let out a slow breath, running a hand through his golden hair as he slouched against the seat. Thoughts were racing in his mind. What if it's weird now? What if he regrets it? What if you regret it? No matter how hard he tried to shake the thoughts away they always creeped back into his mind. Sure, you'd both laughed it off a little after, but there was no denying that something between you had shifted.

But alongside the nervousness was an undeniable excitement that bubbled up every time he thought about seeing you again. He hadn't realized just how much he missed you until the distance made it impossible to ignore. The little things like your laugh, the way you'd nudge him when he was being too obnoxious, the way your presence filled his core with warmth had left a gaping hole in his routine.

He gripped the handle of his luggage as the train slowed at another stop, his foot tapping against the floor. His heart was beating a little faster now, the closer he got to home. You miss him too. You said so. That thought was enough to make him grin widely, though it didn't entirely ease the tension that coiled in his chest.

The train pulled to his stop, and he stood quickly, shouldering his bag as he stepped onto the platform. The cool evening air hit him, and he took a steadying breath while searching for his Uber.

The cool evening air swirled around you as you stood by the living room window, glancing outside though you knew he wasn't anywhere near yet. Your fingers tapped idly on the windowsill, nervous energy thrumming through you, but it wasn't anxiety. It was anticipation, pure and electric, couring through every inch of you.

Atsumu was coming home.

You tried to keep busy earlier in the day, finishing paintings and cleaning your brushes. Anything to stop yourself from staring at the clock, counting down the hours. But as the sun dipped lower your resolve broke. The apartment didn't feel quite right without him. too quiet, too empty.

Eventually, you grabbed your easel and paints, dragging them out onto the balcony. The cool breeze brushed against your skin, and the distant hum of the city provided a comforting backdrop as you set up your workspace. The sky had deepened into shades of orange and pink, fading into twilight as you started to work.

You didn't have a plan for what you were painting, not really. Your hands moved instinctively, brushing streaks of color across the canvas in a rhythm that matched the swirling of emotions inside you. The soft glow of the streetlights below and the stars beginning to peek through above became your inspiration, a reflection of the restless energy you felt.

Hours passed without you realizing, the world outside fading as you lost yourself in the strokes of your brush. Your eyelids grew heaving with every passing minute, but you were determined to keep going, to stay awake and busy until he came home.

But your body had other plans. Somewhere between blending the blues of the night sky and detailing faint stars you sat your brush down and leaned back against the chair. The breeze was cool and soothing, and the rhythmic sounds of the city below felt like a lullaby. Before you knew it, your head tipped to the side, your eyes fluttered shut, and the exhaustion of the day overtook you.

The crisp night air nipped at you as you slept, peaceful and unaware of the soft hum of a car engine pulling up outside the building.

Atsumu stepped out of the Uber, his bag slung over his shoulder, and glanced up at the apartment. A single light glowed faintly, and he smiled to himself, already imagining you waiting for him inside.

Atsumu gripped the handle of his luggage as he entered the building, his footsteps echoing faintly in the stairwell. His heart was pounding, not from exrtion, but from the bubbling anticipation of seeing you again. Each step brought him closer to the apartment, to you, and the nervous excitement tangled in his chest grew stronger.

He paused at the door, fishing out his key. For a moment, he hesitated, his hand hovering over the handle. What if things were different now? What if he'd crossed a line he couldn't uncross? He took a steadying breath, shaking the thoughts away. You missed him, he knew that much, and he wasn't going to let his own doubts ruin this moment.

The door creaked softly as he pushed it open. The apartment was dim, the faint glow of a lamp in the living room casting long shadows across the walls. He stepped inside quietly, leaving his luggage near the door and kicking off his shoes.

"Hey," He called out softly, his voice low as if not wanting to disturb the stillness. When there was no reply, he frowned slightly, glancing around. The living room was empty and the kitchen was dark. His brows furrowed. Were you asleep already?

As he moved closer to the balcony, he noticed the curtains were flowing slightly with the wind. His pulse quickened as he stepped through the curtains, and the sight that greeted him stole the breath from his lungs.

You were curled up in the chair, your head resting against the back, your face peaceful in sleep. The faint glow of the city lights painted your features in soft hues, and Atsumu's chest ached at the sight. In front of you, a finished painting rested on the easel, a swirling night sky dotted with faint stars, vibrant and alive, much like the emotions you stirred in him.

The cool night breeze brushed past him as he crouched beside you, his fingers hesitating before gently brushing a stray strand of hair away from your face. You stirred slightly but didn't wake, your breathing steady and soft.

"Ya really worked yerself tired, huh?" He murmured under his breath, a small fond smile tugging at his lips.

Carefully, he slid one arm under your legs and the other behind your back, lifting you with practiced ease. The chair creaked softly as he shifted, and for a moment, you stirred, your head leaning against his chest.

"Shh," He whispered, his voice low and soothing, "I've got ya,"

He carried you inside, the warmth of your body pressed against him making his heart race. As he reached your bedroom door, he nudged it open with his foot, the dim light from the hallway spilling into the cozy space. Just as he stepped toward the bed, your eyes fluttered open, hazy with sleep.

"Tsum?" Your voice was soft, barely above a whisper, and the way you said his name made his heart ache with longing.

"Yeah, it's me," He said, his voice just as gentle, "Didn't mean to wake ya, just takin' ya to bed, yer gonna catch a cold sleepin' out there,"

A sleepy smile spread across your face as your eyes focused on him, your arms lazily wrapping around his neck as he laid you on the bed, "You're home," You murmured as if reassuring yourself he was real.

"I'm home," He confirmed, his voice thick with emotion.

Before he could say anything else, you leaned up, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. It was tender and warm, filled with a quiet affection that left him completely undone.

Atsumu's breath hitched the moment your lips met his, the soft kiss catching him off guard in the best possible way. His heart felt like it skipped a beat before racing to catch up, pounding so fiercely in his chest that he was sure you could hear.

The warmth of your touch seeped into him, erasing the cold distance he'd felt during his time away. For a split second, his mind raced with questions, was this real? Did you mean it? But they all melted away as quickly as they'd come.

When his initial shock faded, he couldn't stop himself from leaning into you, his grip on you tightening instinctively. You felt so fragile and yet so solid in his arms, and the tenderness in the kiss left him utterly unraveled.

This is what he'd been missing. The thought hit him hard, and he could feel the tension from the past few days, the uncertainty, the nerves, all dissolving in that one moment.

His chest ached with the weight of emotions he couldn't fully name, relief, gratitude, longing, and something else, something bigger and harder to contain. The way you kissed him wasn't rushed of hesitant; it was soft, sure, and filled with a quiet kind of affection that hit him deeper than he expected.

When you pulled back, his lips tingled, and his whole body felt like it was buzzing. He couldn't take his eyes off you, even as your eyelids drooped with sleep again. You'd kissed him. You'd chosen to kiss him.

A faint, almost dazed smile spread across his face as he cradled you closer, his thumb brushing lightly against your side.

You smiled faintly, the corners of your lips curling in a way that left him utterly breathless, "Missed you," You murmured, your voice soft and raw, like a secret just for him.

His grip on you tightened ever so slightly, his thumb tracing gentle circles against your side, "You don't even know," He muttered, his voice a low rasp, "Missed you more than I even knew I could,"

The room seemed to shrink around you, the space between your bodies almost nonexistent now. He could feel the heat of your breath against his skin, the faint scent of your shampoo teasing his senses. It was intoxication, and every small movement from you sent a ripple through his that he couldn't control.

His hand moved without thought, fingers brushing against your cheek, his touch featherlight as if he was afraid you might disappear. Your skin was warm under his palm, grounding him in a way he didn't expect. You leaned into his touch, your eyes soft and unreadable, and that tiny movement sent a jolt through his entire body.

"Ya drive me crazy, y'know that?" He whispered, his voice barely audible, as if saying it louder might break the moment. His thumb grazed your lower lip, and his eyes followed the motion, lingering there like he couldn't pull away even if he wanted to.

You didnt reply with words, instead, your hand found his, your fingers tangling together as if to anchor him in place. The gesture was simple, yet it sent a rush of warmth through him, his heart thundering in his chest.

"Say somethin'," He pleaded softly, his forehead resting against yours now, "Anythin', just don't leave me hangin' like this,"

Your lips curved into a small smile, your voice still heavy with sleep but clear enough to make his pulse race, "I'm not going anywhere, Tsum,"

The weight of your words settled over him, pulling him further into you. His lips brushed against your temple, lingering there as if trying to commit the moment to memory. Whatever distance had been between you before had dissolved, leaving nothing but the warmth of your body against his.

"Yer voice is so pretty, y'know that?" He breathed out lowly, his voice was deep and laced with something unfamiliar.

His hips jolted against your clothed pussy, the feeling of his erection sending tingles and waves of warmth straight to your soft cheeks. Something low and consuming began to build, an ache you couldn't name but couldn't ignore.

"Tell me what you need," He breathed out, lips ghosting over yours with a small grin. The soft glow of the city pouring in from your window cast an illuminating light across his feature, highlighting the intensity of his eyes as he stared longingly at you.

Your lips were slightly parted, and the faint scent of his cologne lingered, familiar and comforting as you tried to muster up a reply but the only words you could think of at the moment were, "You,"

Your pulse raced as his hands trailed down your body, each touch slow and deliberate, igniting something deeper. His lips brushed against yours, tentative at first, then deepened as his hand wandered lower and lower, leaving your skin feeling hot below him.

Your hips had instinctively bucked up into him, grinding into his erection, earning a low groan from Atsumu at the feeling, your thoughts were a jumble of anticipation and nervousness.

"Is this okay?" He asked as he hooked his fingers around the waistband of your shorts and panties.

You nodded your head needily, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

Atsumu backed away to slip your clothes off, the cold air replacing his warmth as he did so. Once you were fully exposed to him he spread your legs to either side of his hips, taking in the view of you below him, your soft skin being illuminated by the moonlit window.

"Yer so perfect..." He whispered under his breath with a smile, his fingers taking their place on your clit, using his other hand to hold the underside of your thigh, "I'll stop if ya want me to,"

Your moan was barely more than a whisper, trembling and raw, as though you couldn't contain it.

"God, the way ya sound," He murmured, his voice rough with need as your moans grew softer and more desperate.

The thumb on your clit circled at a steady pace, sending waves of pleasure to your core.

"Don't, fuck, stop," You moaned out, your back moving into a slight arch from the overwhelming sense of newfound pleasure. "Need more, need you,"

Your words hung in the air as Atsumu processed them, his thumb left your clit to unzip his pants, his breathing becoming erratic as his cock sprung free from his boxers, landing on top of your stomach. Using your elbows to prop yourself up you saw the length of him, your eyes widened at the thought.

"I'll be gentle," He breathed out, one of his hands resting on your thigh while the other pumped his length. His head fell back in pleasure, and he quickly looked back towards you with a smirk.

"Are you ready?" He asked, sliding his dick up and down your slit, coating his tip in your wetness.

You nodded shyly, biting your lip as you watched his actions, your flush never leaving your cheeks.

Atsumu sunk his tip into your cunt, stretching your walls as a low, throaty moan escaped him, pulled from somewhere deep.

Your head tipped back, lips parted as a soft sound left your mouth, the sound was like music to his ears. Your gasps and moans became more drawn out and unrestrained as he sunk deeper, the stretch turning from pain to pleasure slowly.

"You like it?" He murmured, his voice quiet and rough as your quiet plea was all the confirmation he needed.

You could feel all of him inside you, your sounds turned to pants as he slowed his movement once he bottomed out, giving you time to adjust to his size and shape. You didn't need long, in fact, it hadn't even been a minute before you were grinding your hips against him, his tip hitting your soft spot with every movement, and the moan that slipped past his lips wasn't just about pleasure, it was a testament to how much he'd missed you, how much he needed this.

His hands snaked their way to your hips, gripping you gently as he pulled out, your walls aching for him before he slammed back into you, forcing a sharp shriek to slip past your lips.

"Tsum!," You gasped out as he repeated his action, craving more of the sounds you were making.

"Sorry, mm, you just sound so, fuck, so good," His voice dipped into a low groan, the sound vibrating through his chest like he was barely holding it together, as if he was clinging to the moment, "Wanna feel you cum 'round my cock, wanna hear ya,

His words were enough to make your body tense, every nerve alight as the pressure built within you, a wave of warmth spreading throughout your limbs as you welcomed the feeling, a deep shuddering feeling that made your legs shake around his hips as you chanted his name like a prayer, your breath hitching as the pleasure seemed to flood your senses, leaving you dizzy and breathless.

Atsumu felt your walls clench around him repeatedly, the feeling making his breath hitch, his thrusts becoming more erratic and sloppy as he chased his own high, your legs pulled him further into you, his tip practically kissing your cervix, the sensation sending a shudder down his body.

"Let me cum in ya, please," He pleaded desperately, "Wanna fill ya up so good 'nd so full,"

Your eyelids felt heavy as you watched his cock thrust in and out of you sloppily, the base of his length being coated in a thick white substance. "Tsum, I want you to,"

"Missed ya so much, needed ya so bad, mm, I can't- you're so- fuck-," He felt the rhythmic pause of his body as it surged, each wave of pleasure hitting him in quick, sharp bursts as a low groan escaped him, his body trembled and he leaned forward, his arms caging you to hold himself up as he grinded lightly into you, pushing his cum more into you as your walls flooded with white and warm liquid.

The air in the room hung heavy with warmth and quiet intimacy. Atsumu rested his forehead against yours, his damp hair sticking to his skin as he struggled to steady his breathing. The rise and fall of his chest matched yours, and the shared rhythm was a quiet reminder of the closeness you both had just experienced.

His arms, still caging your frame, trembled slightly, a mix of exhaustion and lingering adrenaline coursing through him. He opened his eyes slowly, his gaze meeting yours in the soft, dim light. There was something unspoken there, an overwhelming depth of emotion that he wasn't entirely sure how to put into words.

"You okay?" He finally asked, his voice low and husky, but filled with concern. He reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, his fingers lingering against your cheek as though grounding himself in the moment.

You nodded, a soft, dazed smile tugging at your lips, "Yeah, I'm okay, more than okay," Your voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried a sincerity that made his heart clench.

Atsumu let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding, a quiet laugh escaping him as relief washed over his features, "Good," He murmured, his thumb brushing softly against your cheek, his gaze roamed your face, as if committing every detail to memory, the curve of your lips, the way your eyes softened when you looked at him, the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you breathed.

"Yer amazin', y'know that?" He said, his voice tinged with wonder, there was no teasing in his tone, just quiet, genuine admiration.

Your cheeks warmed, and you ducked your head slightly, a shy laugh bubbling up, "You don't have to say that, Tsum,"

"I mean it," He insisted, his hand sliding down to cradle the back of your neck, keeping you close, "I don't think I've ever felt this way before 'bout anyone," His eyes held yours, unguarded and vulnerable in a way that made your chest tighten.

The weight of his words settled between you, heavy but not unwelcome, "You make me feel safe," You admitted softly, the words spilling out before you could stop them, "Like I can just be myself around you,"

His lips twitched into a lopsided smile, his heart swelling at your confession, "Good," He said, his voice a little rougher this time, "Cause I don't want ya to ever feel like ya gotta be anyone else,"

For a moment, the two of you simply stayed like that, wrapped in the quiet intimacy of the moment, the faint glow of the city lights seeped in through the window, casting a warm, golden hue over the room. Atsumu shifted slightly, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead.

"Lets get ya cleaned up," He said softly, his voice filled with a tenderness that sent warmth blooming in your chest, before you could protest or even process his words, Atsumu shifted, his strong arms sliding under your knees and around your back.

"Tsum, I can walk," You mumbled, your cheeks heating as he lifted you effortlessly.

He shot you a grin, playful but warm, "Nah, not takin' any chances, besides," He added, his gaze softening as you looked at you, "Lemme take care of ya, yeah?"

The sincerity in his tone silenced any further protests, and you relaxed against his chest, your arms looping around his neck. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear was grounding, a gentle reminder of how much he cared.

When he reached the doorway, he paused for a moment, his smile softening as he looked down at you, "By the way," He said, his tone teaing yet affectionate, "We're hangin' that painting up in the living room, yeah? I don't care where, but it's gonna be front and center,"

You blinked in surprise, a little taken aback by how serious he sounded about it, "You like it that much?" You asked softly, the warmth in your chest spreading further.

His grin widened as he sat you on the counter, shifting so he was standing between your legs, "I love it," He replied with a quiet sincerity, his hand brushing a lock of hair from your face, "Every time I see it, it'll remind me of you, of... this," He glanced away for a moment, a rare vulnerability in his eyes, before he looked back to you, that familiar playful gleam returning.

You chuckled, a light sound that made his heart flutter, before you nodded softly, "Alright, we'll hang it up," You agreed, your voice warm.

Atsumu leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips with a smile, "Perfect," His hand lingered on your side, grounding you both in this quiet moment. The world outside felt distant as if it didn't matter at all right now, with him close, holding you, "I'm glad to be home,"

You smiled, your heart full, your fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw as you whispered back, "I'm glad you're home too,"

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[idlerin]

PHANTASMA

a haikyuu social media modern fantasy au

pairing. miya atsumu x f!reader

synopsis. someone was trying to kill miya atsumu. you don’t know who, well, what exactly was going to try and suck the life out of him (probably quite literally). what you do know is that you have to protect him—bound by oath and protocol—whether you liked it or not. out of everyone in campus, you just had to be assigned to the most arrogant and obnoxious of the bunch. this wasn’t your first rodeo but it was going to be the first pain in the ass.

tags. social media au, college au, modern fantasy au, horror (slight), comedy (yes, uhm hopefully), romance is a subplot (bc this is gonna be mostly plot-ish heavy, mostly world building and will include lots of side characters), forced proximity, atsumu is a piece of shit, you hate each other !

warnings. i cant think of much, graphic descriptions? (bc supernaturals n stuff), time stamps arent important !

status. on-going (06/19/24 —)

may the inferno bless you,

00. defend and protect

01. conflict of interest

02. im watching you

03. stalker freak

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notes. so this is like such an experiment lmao but i wanted to try mixing the social media and modern fantasy aspect ! so the story will be told in images and through a phone (crazy technology) i will cheat sometimes and use phone calls tho heheheeheh. anyways love sick will be the priority still this is my silly little side project inspired by my fav manga (tbhk) and the book ninth house (i use the term gray from there). fun fact abt me is i read mostly fantasy books but im a romance writer lol.

themes inspired by tbhk and ninth house is not mine but the overall content of this smau is. please do not repost this on any other platform. © idlerin 2024

[dollysilena]

TRAINING WHEELS

PROLOGUE | SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW

ao3 | series masterlist | next chapter

five years ago, you stupidly had a fling with inarizaki athlete, miya atsumu– now, present day– he had a son he knew nothing about. you made sure it was going to stay that way, but as fate would have it, he unexpectedly stumbled back into your lives, now as volleyball’s biggest star.

wc & notes: 2.1k — pls bear with the obligatory setup, i promise you’ll see atsumu soon 😪

FIVE YEARS AGO — INARIZAKI HIGH SCHOOL

Hiding in a bathroom stall with Inarizaki’s golden boy, Miya Atsumu, was not on your to-do list this morning. 

Crammed into a stall with minimum space, you easily heard Atsumu attempting to stifle a laugh beside you. You shot him a glare and didn’t hesitate to clamp your hand over his loud mouth. You felt his warm lips curl into a smirk underneath your palm, did he seriously think this was funny? You shot him another warning look, but it seemed like he didn’t realize what situation you both found yourselves in. Maybe you would have found this situation funny too if not for the fact you were about to get caught. It was just your luck that someone happened to wander in while you two were hastily making out in a stall a few feet away. You were just glad the stall was closed.

Atsumu was far too impulsive for your own liking; you felt his hand sliding down your waist as his eyes gave a mischievous glint. You couldn’t see the bottom half of his face from behind your hand, but you could feel from the creasing of his mouth that he was grinning. The sudden caress didn’t do anything for your nerves. You swore the damn heat in the bathroom was crawling up your spine by the second, either from the risk of being caught or Atsumu. You couldn’t tell. 

It felt like an eternity as you waited for the other occupant in the restroom to leave. You finally heard the faucet stop running, as the other person finished washing their hands. You waited with bated breath as you listened to the footsteps walk away, followed with the door shutting. Relief washed over you like a tidal wave, as you pulled your hand off Atsumu.

“I thought you said nobody used this bathroom,” you jabbed, poking him in the chest. He held up his hands in mock-defense.

“There shouldn’t be,” he shrugged nonchalantly. When Atsumu had told you earlier he knew a spot, he safely assumed you’d have some privacy but as luck had it, some first year stumbled into the restroom right before Atsumu could manage to get your shirt off.

“That’s probably a sign that what we’re doing is a bad idea,” you replied, rolling your eyes. Atsumu’s smirk flashed again as you felt his hands lower down your sides. His fingers skimmed the edges of your school skirt, as you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Nah, we’re just having fun, baby.”

You didn’t realize fun would have you be reading a positive pregnancy test a month later.

PRESENT DAY — OSAKA, JAPAN

The air of your quaint apartment is filled with the soft chatter of the television as you busied yourself in the kitchen. You only had about an hour before you had to be at your work event, and as per usual, you were already in a rush. Your son hadn’t eaten lunch yet, you still had to drop him off at the babysitters, and not to mention you were still wearing pajama pants. Twenty-four hours in a day was not enough time to be juggling a full-time job and a preschooler, not to mention yourself.

You were too occupied with shoveling rice into a bowl to be listening to whatever was holding Haru’s attention in the living room, but you could tell it wasn’t his usual cartoons he tended to watch after school (not that you were complaining, you could only tolerate the high-pitched voices for so long). You glanced over at the television to see that it was the sports channel for a change, and you felt the spoon in your hand still when you caught the voice of the announcer. 

“Miya Atsumu is the hotshot to look out for once again this season!” The announcer exclaimed. “News has it, the Japanese Olympic team has their eye on him.”

The sports announcers chatted excitedly over MSBY Jackals, a frontrunner volleyball team for the upcoming season, championed by Miya Atsumu, the team’s starting setter. You winced at the aforementioned name, but you distracted yourself by setting the table with plates and cutlery. But despite your best efforts to busy yourself, you found yourself peeking up at the television screen. Atsumu still looks as lively as he did five years ago. Maybe even more so, seeing as how the professional athlete lifestyle was treating him. But it’s not the time to reminisce on your high school fling when you had a hungry toddler to feed.

Though, you find that Miya Atsumu is in your thoughts often. How couldn’t you?

“Haru!” You called out. “Lunch is ready!”

A small head of dark hair peaked up from the couch in the living room as you saw the television switched to commercial break, which made you nearly sigh in relief. You didn’t want to hear another word about Miya Atsumu. The boy traveled over to the dining table, where you helped boost him into his seat. The chair emphasized that he was much too small for it, but one he still adamantly insisted on since he wanted to “sit at the table like a big kid.” 

“Mama, you still have to change,” the small boy noted before picking up his spoon. Instinctively, your eyes darted to the clock. Damnit, he was right! How was your four year old more observant than you?

“Thank you for reminding me, baby,” you sighed, ruffling his hair.

Haru quickly got to gobbling down his lunch as you hurried to your room to get changed. You didn’t have much time to mull over what to wear so you threw on the first clothing items you saw. You mentally checked off your to-do list for the day as you tugged on a blouse—get ready for the work party, fix lunch for Haru before you drop him off at the babysitters… Everything seemed to be in order, and you actually seemed to be doing good on time. You swiped up your bag and keys before returning back to the kitchen to find Haru with nearly a clean plate. Perfect, now things were actually going smoothly. Maybe you even had time to grab a coffee on your way there, lord knows you need it considering you were running on practically zero hours of sleep.

“Can we go to a game one day, mama?” Your son questioned suddenly, as he shoveled a final spoonful of rice into his chubby cheeks. It broke your train of thought and you nearly dropped your keys into the floor and instead of inside your bag.

“A game?” You asked hesitantly, you hoped he didn’t say what you dreaded to hear. 

“A volleyball game!” He exclaimed as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Your mouth dried up and you felt your heart hesitate a beat.

Damn that sports channel! Though, you couldn’t blame the TV for your son’s sudden interest in sports, Haru seemingly always had an affinity for sports. It was always his first choice for playtime, and whatever toy he picked out from the store always had to be some sort of ball. You had just hoped it wouldn’t be a certain sport in particular, but much to your dismay, the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. 

You wanted to brush off your son’s recent interest in volleyball as a child’s everchanging hyperfixation and just a phase he was going through, but much to your dismay, Haru never seemed intrigued by anything else. You introduced him to soccer, drawing, and many other hobbies, but the young boy was adamant on the sport and nothing else. And it was obvious who he got it from.

“It’ll be so cool!” He gushed. “I wanna get a jersey, and I saw all sorts of commercials about it!--”

You frowned as he continued on about his grand plan from the seats he wanted to sit at to the snacks he wanted to get. Your little boy seemed so excited, and the last thing you wanted to do was say no, but you don’t think you could ever fulfill his wish. Being in the same space as him… No, you could never do it, you couldn’t.

Haru looked up at you with hopeful eyes, waiting for a response. You paused, before sighing.

“Someday, baby.”

You knew you were lying for his sake. (But maybe it was actually just your own.)

Haru took it as a yes and continued to ramble on. He talked about his favorite players, the different teams, and anything else he could recall about the sport. You began packing up Haru’s bag for the babysitters, before you heard your phone ring from the counter. You grabbed it, silently thanking the fact you didn’t need to hear anymore about volleyball.

“Y/N!” Your coworker, Naomi, gasped from the other line. “Thank god, you answered!”

Not only was Naomi your coworker, but also a close friend. You both had met by bonding at the office over a broken coffee machine, and subsequently gone out for a coffee run together. She had easily become your friend once she won you over with her friendly, albeit eccentric, personality. You had gotten close enough that you had opened up to her about your past struggles like having Haru by accident at such a young age, but she never once judged you. Though, you could probably do without her MILF jokes. She easily became one of Haru’s favorite people once the two had met, and Haru affectionately called her Aunt Mimi, and she wore the title with pride. You even trusted her enough to be one of Haru’s emergency contacts at his preschool.

“Naomi,” you frowned at her sudden urgentness. “What’s wrong?”

“I totally lost track of time,” she groaned on the other line, and you could hear her rustling around. Don’t tell me she’s still not dressed, you thought. You may not be the best with time management, but you didn’t hold a candle to your dear friend. You raised an eyebrow before she continued.

“I’m on the other side of town and I’m not ready for the company party at all, and I don’t have time to get the catering! Do you think you can get it?”

“Why the hell are you on the other side of town half dressed– Don’t tell me it’s that finance guy you hooked up with last month again!”

“Now’s not the time to criticize my poor decisions!” Naomi exclaimed, and you could hear her zipping up her dress. “Can you please get the catering? I’ll get your coffee for a week– no, a month!”

Not a bad deal, you thought. You hummed in response as you checked the clock on the wall. It wouldn’t delay you by much, and definitely owed Naomi one after she babysat Haru last week when you had to work overtime. Not to mention, a work party with your irksome boss would probably be even more insufferable without food.

“Alright, alright,” you agreed, finally giving in. “Where’s the food from?”

You heard Naomi sigh in relief. “It’s from a restaurant called Onigiri Miya, do you know it?”

You sputtered. “M-Miya?”

While you were open with your life with Naomi, she still had no idea about Haru’s biological father. In your defense, it was kind of hard explaining you had a secret baby with one of the most popular professional athletes in Japan. Thankfully she had never pried about the topic.

“Is something wrong?” Naomi asked. “You sound like you choked.” 

You chewed on your lip, what were even the chances the restaurant had any correlation to who you thought it did? Despite you both living in Osaka, you hadn’t run into him once in your five years of residency. It was a large city afterall. And not to mention how common the last name Miya was, which you learned the hard way. Your old apartment had been coincidentally across from a cafe named Miya’s Coffee, and you had avoided it like the plague for months until you realized it was in fact owned by a sixty year old man with no children. However you still proceeded to steer clear of it after you realized he was flaunting his bachelor status a little too openly to you. Chances are, it coincidentally just shared the last name with him. 

It’s just a restaurant, it’s no big deal.

“Uh, nothing,” you lied. “I’ll pick it up for you before I drop Haru off at the babysitters.”

“Great!” Naomi chirped, and you could practically hear her grin. “I’ll see you at the party.”

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[suhkusa]

EGOIST 17.

PAIRING. Atsumu Miya x f!Reader

CW. plot, angst, smut, very much uh-oh-moment

A/N. ruh roh

-> MASTERLIST.

The morning goes by in a blur, and before you know it you’re on the bus on the way to the big stadium. Atsumu didn’t even have to ask, opting to just take the seat. 

Unlike the last time, you two chatted the whole way down. You guys had to be shushed by a couple other players who were trying to nap, to which the two of you snickered.

Once you guys arrive, the Coach sends you on errands. Taking final notes on the Adlers, meeting with camera crews, grabbing schedules. You nearly broke out in a sweat by how much you were running around. The arena was huge. You definitely got your steps in for the day.

By the time you make it back to the team’s locker room, everyone is already ready. 

“Y/N, go ahead and fix yourself up and meet us out there for the pre-game interviews,” Foster tells you.

The rest of the guys trickle out and you can hear as they chatter with the interviewers outside of the room. Quickly, you grab your brush and fix your hair. Grabbing your oil blotting sheets, you dab them on your face before finishing up with some lip oil.

You join the rest of the outside before a woman with a “PRESS” lanyard walks up to you. The microphone is shoved in your face before you know it.

“How is it being the Jackal’s manager?”

“Not bad, I love being able to be apart of this team and the players make it easy,”

She nods at your response, “Do you think they’re gonna manage this Championships? Last year they lost against the Adlers,”

Your eyes widen a bit but you manage to put your best poker face, “Of course! They’ve been doing tons of practicing and have improved immensely over this past season,”

She nods once more, ��Alright, thank you for your time!”

Once she walks away you can feel yourself become self conscious. Did you look okay?

A hand on your shoulder shakes you out of your thoughts, “How’d it go?”

“Atsumu! I didn’t know I was going to be interviewed,” you sigh, “I think it went okay,”

“Yeah, I’m sure you did fine,” he smiles, “the coach wants you, we’re about to walk out to the court,” 

You spare him a nod before walking away to find Foster.

You can hear all the announcers and fans from where you and the team stood. They were just finishing up announcing Adler's team. You peek out and see the light colors change as the announcers call the “MSBY Jackals” out to the court.

All the players run out, you wish them the best of luck as they pass by you. Atsumu spares you a wink as he rushes by, causing you to roll your eyes.

You and the coach Foster follow shortly behind as you two find the team’s benches. You cheer as they introduce the starting line up. 

With a blow of a whistle, the game commences.

Bokuto starts the match off with a strong serve, earning the Jackal’s the first point of the game. You go wild along with the crowd. 

With all the hardcore practicing the men have been put through, they easily take the first two sets. It’s a tug of war for the next two sets, the Adler’s pulling out their star player Hoshiumi from the benches, boosting their team’s morale and offense.

You're on your toes by the 5th set. Your inner cheek is chewed raw with how badly you were anxiously gnawing at it. It’s so scary, especially with how the Adlers manage a 5 point lead from the get-go. 

Fosters chooses to call for a timeout, leading you to stand up and help the boys cool down. You hand them towels, water, and any words of encouragement you’re able to get out. 

“Y/N,” Atsumu calls from behind you, and you can tell from his face alone that he's heated.

“Calm down, you were doing good, don’t let them shake you,” you take the towel wrapped around his neck and wipe his forehead. “Drink more water, the timeouts about to end,”

Atsumu nods before taking the bottle out of your hand, chugging it down before nodding at you and making his way back to the court.

After multiple grueling rallies, the Jackal’s manage to finally catch up, 10-9. 

There’s people booing and cheering, it’s all overwhelming. You just want them to take it home.

The Jackals continue to score, point after point. The Adlers are on their tail, but still can’t catch up to them.

With the slam of a ball, the stadium roars. 15-13, the Jackals have finally ended this match, crowning them the Champions of this volleyball season.

The men are screaming and yelling, bumping against each other as they cheer. Some are in tears and some are smiling so hard their cheeks might fall off. You don’t realize you’re crying until the Coach slaps you on the back, pulling you in for a hug. 

He releases you as a cameraman approaches him, allowing you to grab your bag from under the benches.

You’re in the air before you know it, “Hey- Atsumu!”

You’re smiling as you look down at him. 

“You did it!”

There’s no words spoken before he pulls you in for a hug. A big, warm, sweaty hug. Despite all that, it’s comforting. You hug him back, face buried in his uniform as you congratulate him.

You’re caught off guard when a warm kiss is placed on the crown of your head. You look up at him, confusion hinted in your eyes, before he releases you to join Sakusa and Meian in their interviews.

“Y/N, let’s go to the locker room while we wait,” Foster catches your attention.

“Yes, sir,” you smile.

Once the boys finish their interviews, the locker room is loud. There’s music, champagne being popped, cheers. Cameramen and their crew are shoved in there trying to get postgame footage.

You’re caught up in the fun of it all when Sakusa catches your attention,

“You with Miya?” he questions, a small smile tugging the side of his mouth.

“Ah-” you’re not sure why you’re surprised, it’s not like you guys hid it, “Sort of, we’re just talking,”

“I see,” he nods in understanding, “you should hop on the game, the other guys miss you,”

You smile back up at him and nod before you join in with the cheers once again.

———

The guys decide to not to hit the usual spot, all of them being tuckered out and ready to sleep. Meian decided that there will be a party at a later date, which you don’t complain about. You were ready to knock out.

“Y/N,” Atsumu catches you before you get into your car, “you want to come over?”

“It’s late,” you whine, “Maybe tomorrow?”

“C’mon my house is closer, it’s literally down the street,”

True.

You felt yourself being dragged along to Atsumu’s shenanigans once again, collapsing onto his bed as soon as you got the chance.

“Sooo tired,” Atsumu mocks before he collapses on top of you, nearly squashing you to death.

“F-uck,” you squeal, “I can’t breathe you pig,”

He laughs as you struggle to get him off of you. When he finally decides you’ve had enough, he rolls off of you, allowing the two of you to be side to side.

“Whew,” he breathes out, “I deserve an award,” he turns his head to you, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

“Ugh,” you shove him, “in your wildest dreams,”

“At least a kiss,” he pouts.

You laugh, “You’re so ugly,” you smile before leaning into a smooshed kiss. It’s messy but it’s warm.  

It’s just a kiss, until it’s not. And once again, you find yourself falling into Atsumu’s trap again. He’s on top of you, and weirdly enough, you want more.

You’ll blame it on your stupid hormones and adrenaline but it feels like you need him. You’re tugging him closer and closer until you’re essentially one.

Your shirt is guided off, “Fuck, you’re perfect,” you hear him mutter as a hand sneaks under your bra to thumb at the nipple. 

You’re gasping into his mouth, hips rising into his as a plea for more. And he gives in. Lifting your hips, he tugs your bottoms off before tugging his dick from his briefs.

You’ve felt how big he was but you never saw his actual length before, and big it was. It almost made you want to back out, but the ache in your cunt begged for otherwise.

“Please,” you moan as his hand hovers over your pussy, “‘Tsumu,”

“So impatient,” he chuckles, “whatever you want,”

He slowly works a lengthy finger into your hole, curling it inside of you and watching as your face contorts with pleasure. 

Another one is added, stretching you out in preparation for himself. He works them in and out of you, cooing words of praise into your ear. 

You’re practically riding his fingers, hips moving on their accord as you fuck yourself on his girthy digits. Your relief is pulled from underneath you as he tugs his fingers from out of you. 

You whine at the emptiness, “please,” you’re tugging at tufts of hair on the back of his head. 

“Yeah, yeah, just you wait,” he mumbles as he lines himself up to your entrance, hissing as his tip slowly squeezes into your tight cunt.

Tears prod at your eyes as you begin to feel full of him. You grasp onto his back as he thrusts into you, dick plummeting your insides as you moan into his ear.

“So good,” you sob, “Want you,”

You can see him hide a smile through your wet eyes before he pulls your chin to face him for another sloppy kiss. Your bodies are in harmony as he fucks you through your tears. You’re babbling nonsense as he groans from the grip your cunt has on him.

Yes, you’ve had your own fair share of fucks, but it’s never been this good. His hands move down to your ass, gripping the flesh there as he continues to fuck you. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Atsumu grunts, breath heavy from the force he’s using.

His words push you closer to edge until you’re gasping as you cum around his cock, twitching as your orgasm rips through your body.

“Holy shit,” Atsumu nearly struggles to pull himself from inside you, until white ropes of cum spill from his tip onto your stomach, the warmth of it on your skin spreading through your body.

Your head feels fuzzy, as the aftermath of your relief washes over you. 

Through wet lashes you can see him smirk down at you, “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

Atsumu’s gentle, compared to earlier, when he wipes you down. A soft, warm rag makes its way from your head down to your sensitive heat as he cleans you. 

“You’re beautiful, Y/N,” Atsumu whispers as he works one his shirts onto your body, “I love you,”

After cleaning himself up, he finds a space on the bed next to you, tucking the both of you in. At the feeling of his presence, you move closer to him and tuck your head near the crevice of his neck. 

“I like you, too,” is all you are able to mumble out before the feeling of slumber takes you away.

———

Atsumu smiles as you fall asleep in his arms. He’s about to join you when a ping on his phone catches his attention.

Osamu [2:43AM]: yo have you seen this? {link attachment}

Atsumu clicks the link before it takes him to Twitter, and his jaw nearly drops out of its socket. 

It’s a picture of you and Sakusa walking out of the bar and into a car with the caption, “MSBY MANAGER SLEEPING AROUND WITH FELLOW PLAYERS? Learn more…”.

It wasn’t just any picture. It was one that Atsumu took.

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[wttcsms]

sweet everything, atsumu miya ; one shot collection

SWEET EVERYTHING┆this just in: maybe he can be fixed. atsumu miya used to make news as a longtime bachelor who considered marriage to be "settling down" and as someone who prides himself on "never settling", it's clear the only ring he cares about comes from a championship. barely seven years after this iconic interview, atsumu miya walks away from professional volleyball as a devoted husband and father to the most adorable little toddlers who test his stamina as he chases after them.

a collection of inter-connected (mostly fluffy) one shots and drabbles centered around husband/dad!atsumu, maintaining the honeymoon phase of marriage, and the family antics that occur when his children inherit his wild, brash nature <3

triple trouble┆before his early retirement from the game, new dad atsumu steals every reporters' attention as he shows the world his triplets during a post-game conference; only, it's really his babies that have everyone so entertained.

number one┆atsumu's always reassured you that he doesn't mind leaving behind his professional career to spend more time with the family, but the media gets to him. his creeping doubt and feelings of regret only amplify when he walks into his office to see that his sons have accidentally destroyed his trophy case, all his awards and plaques dented, ruined, or shattered into pieces on the floor. — coming soon!

my heart hits rewind┆noted as one of the longest standing (and healthy) relationships in celebrity circles, people online always speculate on how you and atsumu are still so in love with each other, especially after having kids that are constantly vying for your attention. alternatively: 5 times you and atsumu try get some alone time + the 1 time you two finally get a date night. — coming soon!

honeymoon fades┆you and atsumu celebrate your wedding anniversary (nsfw). — coming soon!

i want your dreary mondays┆before the marriage and your kids, it's just you and atsumu trying to figure things out. or: atsumu realizes he wants to spend his whole life with you and does everything in his power to convince you to stay by his side (even though you never really did need much convincing). (nsfw) — coming soon!

author's note a little throwback to my bleedinqhearts days lol!!! i hope you all miss dad!atsumu as much as i did <3

fan art inspired by the fics (from my old blog <3) triplets ami & atsumu

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songs in the gravel . . . a. miya + f!reader

⋆｡ bitter winds | wc: 769

warnings . . . angst, failed past relationship, talk of aging and the feelings associated with it, feelings of being left out/left behind, regret, loneliness 

The man sighed as he leaned against the kitchen counter, the marble edge leaving a small indentation on his arm from just how long he’d been standing there. He didn’t mean to get carried away with doom scrolling through social media, his other hand on his cheek. Didn’t mean to roll his eyes as another one of his brother’s wedding photos passed his feed, and surely didn’t mean to linger on a photo that made his heart ache. A simple photo, really, a few friends gathered in a bar and nothing more. But it was her. It was always her. He felt his stomach drop as soon as the picture popped up minutes earlier, and felt a pang that rattled his insides all the way to the bone. 

He couldn’t help but stare, to hover over the picture for far too long. He hadn’t spoken to her in years, frankly forgot about her until the moment hit him with force and nearly brought him to his knees. She was a bit older, as was he, and despite the wide grin she held in the image he could pick out the small lines near her lips that weren’t there before. Maybe she stayed in the sun while in his absence, maybe it was stress, or the daunting fact that both were getting older. He often tried to repress the thought of aging, but the few, tiny gray hairs that peaked through faux blonde made it hard to forget. It was even harder knowing that everyone around him seemed to progress while he did not. 

The off season brought him home, but home was empty. No longer living with his parents, but a rather nice apartment that he used to share with his brother. But his brother had gotten married a few months ago, and left the apartment cold and empty. No more laughter, no more teasing, and no more seeing Osamu’s stupid face in the morning. At first, he was overjoyed with the concept of living alone. But then the loneliness crept in. Settled in shallow veins late at night when he tried to go to sleep, and remained throughout the day as every corner he turned held no one. 

He felt like he was getting left behind. Hometown friends coming and going, moved entirely, or had other things to do than drink in a barren apartment. Kita had gotten married, started a family, and now lived on a farm. Suna would rather stay in Shizuoka than the “hick ass city” (as he put it) of Hyōgo, so he was rarely ever in town anymore. Aran, while home more often, was often hard to reach. And his teammates, understandably, made plans to see their own families during the off season - leaving him, undeniably alone. 

Excruciatingly alone. 

The isolation was gentle at first, slowly creeping upon him like a pot starting to boil. But as he still looked at the picture in front of him, the bubbles began to roll until finally spilling over. She was happy, she was laughing, she had friends - she didn’t remember him anymore. The nauseating feeling of being left out hit him in his chest and he felt the sudden urge to heave, to spill his guts right then and there. 

Osamu always called the woman “the one who got away” in regards to Atsumu. In reality, the man let it happen. Too preoccupied in his career, and with little to no balance within his life, he let the relationship fall through his fingers like sand. It wasn’t until nearly a year after, he realized the hollow ache in his chest without her in his life. An emptiness that ate away at him, nipping and biting until there was nothing left - a shell of the man he once was. But as years passed, he started to repress the wretched feelings. Bottled them up and crammed them down within the chasms of his mind, never to be felt again. 

Until now. 

The man put his phone face down on the counter roughly; the sharp snap of the case hitting cold marble made his ears ring in contrast to the quiet apartment. He put his hands to his face and covered his eyes with a loud sigh, shaky as it took up a sense of desperation. The sinking feeling of regret trickled into his mind as he stood there, elbows still against the cool marble and calloused hands over his face, until it completely devoured him. Swallowed him whole, with not a single piece left, and he once again felt alone. 

Completely, and utterly, alone.

“Fuck.”

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TEACH ME HOW TO LOVE! 33. seashells and slackers

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fun facts:

when y/n got back from her trip, everyone went to see her (they secretly just wanted their seashells). they held their own tiny auction on the floor of y/n's condo, making ridiculous trades and attempting to convince the other person to hand over a certain seashell.

jolie and atsumu fight like siblings (lovingly) if they see an opening, they will definitely take it and tease the other.

LMAOO bomb defusal with kenma and shoyo! i haven't played it myself but i keep getting asked to. i know that one person takes control of the bomb while the other has a manual (guess who has which... bc it's disastrous either way...)

yaku's one of kuroo's co-stars on his certain film! yaku also worked on daybreak with oikawa and sakusa; i added his name onto the daybreak poster in chapter 24!

they're just happy to see a familiar face from high school again. brings back memories!!

youtube link is actually the link to the alice in borderline trailer shhh 🤓

TEACH ME HOW TO LOVE! ｡ｏ♡ an atsumu miya smau

synopsis: when y/n l/n, a rising actress, decides to star in a romance film that could make or break her career, she’s unable to showcase her skills, revealing her inexperience within the romance department instead. worst of all, atsumu miya, her co-star and the main lead’s love interest, seems to hate her guts! with absolutely, unbearably zero chemistry between the two, an idea was proposed: spend time with one another in the upcoming weeks. will y/n be able to ignore her professionalism and listen to her heart? and will she, a clueless romantic, be able to pick up on the signs her co-star is sending her?

a/n: thinking of chapter titles is actually so hard for me 30% of the time it's serious and the other 70% is hehe's haha's

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[chronically online] teaser: where's bo taking us this time?

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☆ fun facts !

bo is a himbo but he's smart in his own ways LMFAO

samu and bo are the only #auto-capitalization typers because that's how i see them

the flower suna's holding in the photo was for his mom! heheh

☆ mera's mail ! i'm continuing this tomorrow lawl it's 2:16 am .... profiles next (weird order, i know </3)

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