#atsumu x reader

[inspectori]

- HAIKYUU TEXT -

- how haikyuu boys would text you! -

- KUROO -

- ATSUMU -

- BOKUTO -

- TSUKISHIMA -

yeah that’s it 😭😭

[lysaisland]

hold me close

kurro tetsuro who believes he’s never been in love before. the reason he always invites you to hangouts (with friends, without friends, for bowling, at the park) is because of your company. you’re fun, and refreshing. he longs for your presence, not because he’s in love with you, but due to the fact he can stop the loop of your tinkling laughter in his head. wait. no. that’s not right. it’s because of the pride he feels when he knows that he’s the first person you call every time anything happens, anything from a missing cat to the work that’s due next friday. he’s happy that you’re friends. but, no, actually, it leaves him with a bitter feeling that word — friends. you’re more than that to him, and, surely, he’s more than that to you too. he’s in lo— oh. okay.

miya atsumu who finds that love makes him smug. he becomes like a cat on a diet of rich cream, purring at the hand that feeds him. he curls, malleable, around your fingers, neck, waist — anywhere you’ll let him really. he’s always been a show-off, so when he’s in love, it's no different. he basks in your love, soaking up every last drop, making sly note of every time you make him beam, or make him feel as if he can do anything in the world (because he can). with that, he’ll return it to you tenfold, because he wants to, because you deserve it, because he loves you. he can only hope, that one day, you feel just as good as he feels, if not better, when you two are together. he hopes he’s good for you too.

tanaka ryuunosuke feels love like a tidal wave. he knows that he would not be in love (it could never be love), if he couldn’t feel it from the very depths of his heart. so, when he first laid eyes on you — you glorious, glorious being — he knew that there would be no backing down. never. the slope of your nose, the curve of your face, all entranced him. you were a siren calling out to him, and he would be damned if he didn’t heed your summons. he swears that the day he made you full belly laugh, tears of mirth in your eyes, love crashed into him all over again.

tsukishima kei whose love is like a rose. it’s sweet and deliciously delicate. those looking inwards have the firm belief that he has you wrapped around his little finger. you’re the one who will bend, you’re the one who’ll compromise. they’re wrong. there’s always a push and pull. it’s a balancing act, his love for you, the love you have for each other. because, unlike a rose bush, he knows how to prune the stems, rid the thorns, so you are never fully devastated by his sharp words. he doesn’t need someone else to do it for him, not even you. he relishes in the work. he misses occasionally (no one is perfect), but you know how to deal with him. you have a temperament, a sass, of your own. as if he would trade it for anything else in the world.

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[unabletonotlovesatoru]

“tsumu, c’mon. you know you can’t just sit here all day.”

atsumu lifted his head from the counter, fixing you with the biggest, most ridiculous pout you’d ever seen. his eyes were wide, downright pitiful, and paired with the way his lower lip jutted out, he looked like a kicked puppy. you snorted, shaking your head as you leaned forward against the counter, resting your chin in your palm.

the shop wasn’t packed, but it was never truly quiet either. soft conversations filled the space, the hum of the kitchen blending into the ambient noise. yet somehow, atsumu made it easy to forget all of that—probably because he was draped over the counter like a housecat demanding attention.

“why not? it’s my day off,” he whined, stretching his arms out in front of him dramatically. then, he shot you a lopsided grin. “thought ya liked havin’ me around, angel.”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the amused twitch of your lips. “i do. just not when you’re takin’ up space and bein’ a pain.”

“yer so cruel,” atsumu sighed, tilting his head to look at you, expression exaggeratedly wounded. “where’s the love? the appreciation?”

before you could retort, osamu’s voice cut through the space. “he botherin’ ya again?”

you glanced over to see him standing behind the prep station, arms crossed, wearing the same unimpressed look he always had when dealing with his brother’s antics.

“always,” you replied, lips quirking.

“unbelievable,” atsumu muttered, shaking his head. then, before you could react, he suddenly leaned in, his face dangerously close to yours.

“tsumu—”

he moved fast, pressing the lightest, quickest kiss to your cheek before you could pull away.

your brain short-circuited for a second, heat creeping up your neck. but atsumu just grinned, smug as ever, leaning back before you could properly process what just happened.

“that’s what ya get for teasin’ me,” he said, voice dripping with satisfaction.

“oi, don’t go kissin’ people across my counter.” osamu grumbled, though he didn’t sound particularly surprised.

you, on the other hand, were still recovering. “you’re insufferable.” you muttered, turning away to busy yourself with something—anything—before he could see just how flustered you were.

but from the way he chuckled, you knew he’d already noticed.

[nanasrkives]

CHAPTER 2 FINALLY OUT!!

Navigation : midnight records! the moonlight album the haikyuu! album

── .✦ "HOW TO LOSE A SETTER IN 10 DAYS" ─ Miya Atsumu

In which Miya Atsumu accepts a challenge to make you fall for him in just 10 days. But as the days tick down, he realizes that this challenge might be the one thing that changes him—if he doesn’t lose his heart first.

content : post timeskip. angst/fluff. miscommunication/emotional hurt. mentions of smoking/alcohol. heartbreak. explicit language. schedule : every tuesday

── .✦ PROLOGUE

── .✦ Chap.1 / charm in the air

── .✦ Chap.2 / a date to remember, for all the wrong reasons

── .✦ Chap.3 / tbw

── .✦ Chap.4 / tbw

── .✦ Chap.5 / tbw

── .✦ Chap.6 / tbw

── .✦ Chap.7 / tbw

── .✦ Chap.8 / tbw

── .✦ Chap.9 / tbw

── .✦ Chap.10 / tbw

── .✦ EPILOGUE / tbw

2025 © NANASRKIVES. / do not copy, repost, edit, plagiarize, or translate any of my works on any platforms, including ai.

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[msbysuperfan]

lost bag meet-cute...? (pt.1)

miya atsumu x gender neutral reader, college au (some things altered from canon but nothing really important plot wise), fluff, attempted slow burn, osasuna sort of implied

i'll link the other parts here when they get posted <3

likes/rbs are appreciated!

[noorpersona]

Rivalry: Atsumu

It had been years of this.

Years of Atsumu Miya being an unrelenting, aggravating presence in your life.

From the moment you met, he had been insufferable. Smug, fiercely competitive, and persistently irksome, he thrived on pushing every button you had. Every interaction with him was a battle—whether it was a disagreement over training schedules, a critique of his technique, or a casual observation about his erratic setting. He never let anything slide, twisting every word into an argument, every comment into an opportunity to outmaneuver you.

The worst part? You never backed down.

If he provoked, you retaliated. If he smirked, you sneered. He could infuriate you faster than anyone else, and he knew it—and he reveled in it.

And now, in your third year as the Inarizaki team manager, you had mastered the art of tolerating Atsumu Miya—

Until tonight.

Tonight, he’d finally gone too far.

The entire team had long since caught on to your dynamic.

Atsumu didn’t merely annoy you—he made a sport out of it.

If you walked into practice? He was already waiting, arms crossed, a cocky grin stretching across his face as he prepared some quip guaranteed to get under your skin.

“Yer late, manager,” he’d say, despite the fact that you never were.

If you so much as tried to correct something? He’d smirk, feigning surprise. “Oh? Maybe I should just hand ya my setter position, huh?”

And the worst part? The others loved it.

Osamu, Futakuchi, and even Kita occasionally leaned back and observed your fights like a live-action drama, amused by how predictably you two clashed.

“Ya know, at this point, I think ya like the attention,” Atsumu teased one afternoon, casually tossing a volleyball between his hands. “Yer always gettin’ worked up over me.”

You scoffed, arms crossed. “Oh, please. The day I enjoy anything about you is the day hell freezes over.”

Futakuchi nudged Osamu. “Tension’s thick today.”

Osamu smirked. “Give it five minutes. They’ll be yellin’.”

And five minutes later, Atsumu had said exactly the right thing to set you off, and the shouting commenced.

Practice had gone as usual, with only a few sharp remarks exchanged between you and Atsumu before it was over. You were exhausted, your muscles aching from running errands for the team all day, your patience wearing thin. All you wanted was to head home, collapse into bed, and forget that Miya Atsumu existed for a few blessed hours.

The team packed up in the club room, their chatter filling the space as they slung their bags over their shoulders. You barely noticed that Atsumu wasn’t among them as they filed out, too focused on getting the final tasks done so you could lock up and leave.

But when you walked into the gym, your plans crumbled.

Atsumu was still there, alone, setting balls into the air with effortless precision. His expression was intense, brows drawn together in concentration, jaw tight, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of his face. The only sounds in the gym were the rhythmic thud of the volleyball meeting his hands and the slight squeak of his sneakers against the polished floor as he adjusted his stance.

You sighed, dragging a hand down your face. Of course. Of course he couldn’t just leave like a normal person.

His shirt clung to his body, damp with sweat, emphasizing the broad set of his shoulders and the way his forearms flexed every time he made contact with the ball. He moved with precision, power behind every motion, muscles tensing and releasing like a well-oiled machine. As much as you hated to admit it, he was good. Infuriatingly good.

But you didn’t care about that right now.

You leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, and sighed. "Seriously, Miya? Go home."

He barely looked at you before responding. "Suck my dick."

You scoffed. "You wish. Now pack up, or I’m locking you in here."

He ignored you, setting another perfect ball into the air. That was the last straw. Marching onto the court, you grabbed the nearest volleyball and chucked it at him. He caught it effortlessly, smirking.

"You gonna help, or just be a pain in my ass?" he taunted.

You turned on your heel and stormed toward the supply closet, yanking the door open with more force than necessary. The overhead light buzzed faintly as you stepped inside, the scent of disinfectant and old volleyballs filling your nose. Without hesitation, you grabbed a laundry basket full of towels and shoved it into Atsumu’s chest the moment you returned.

“You’re gonna help clean up tonight,” you said sharply, your voice edged with exhaustion and frustration.

Atsumu scoffed, letting the weight settle against his chest. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. You stayed late to practice, and I have the keys to the gym. That means you’re packing up before I lock up for the night.”

Atsumu smirked, that lazy, infuriating smirk that made your blood boil. "But you're so much better at those kinds of things, ya know? We all have our strengths."

“Oh? And what's yours?”

He shrugged. “I score points.”

You wanted to strangle him. “I mean off the court, Miya. You brainless egomaniac.”

That smirk widened. "Damn, sweetheart, say it like ya mean it."

Your entire body tensed. If there was one thing—one thing—that set your blood boiling faster than anything, it was that nickname. The way he said it, like it was his own personal joke, a word meant to patronize, to needle at you in a way that no one else dared. It was never affectionate, never playful—not in the way others might say it. No, when Atsumu called you sweetheart, it was dripping with arrogance, a smirk wrapped around syllables meant to get under your skin.

And god, did it work.

Your hands clenched into fists at your sides, jaw tightening so hard it ached. "Don't. Call. Me. That."

His smirk only grew, as if he had been waiting for that exact reaction. "What? Don't like it? Thought ya might warm up to it by now."

"I'd rather set myself on fire."

Atsumu chuckled, slow and smug, like he'd already won this round. "Now that is dramatic."

You threw a towel at his face, and he caught it effortlessly, his smirk widening. "Temper, temper," he taunted, shaking his head like you were the one being unreasonable. "Y'know, if ya wanted me to get all sweaty cleanin' up, ya coulda just asked nicely." You only roll your eyes in disgust.

“Take those to the supply closet. And don’t start with your usual bullshit, just do what I say for once.”

Atsumu tilted his head, his eyes glinting with something sharp. “Bossy.”

You inhaled sharply, jaw clenching. The way he looked at you—like he thrived on how easily he could rile you up—made your skin prickle. “Miya, I swear to—”

“Fine, fine,” he drawled, rolling his eyes as he slung the towels over his shoulder. His smirk deepened as he eyed you, a flicker of amusement dancing behind those infuriatingly sharp eyes. "Must be exhausting bein’ so uptight all the time. Ya ever tried just... relaxin'? Oh, wait, guess that'd require ya to actually remove that stick from  yer ass."

Your blood boiled instantly, a sharp sting of irritation spreading through your chest. Exhaustion and frustration swirled together into something combustible, something that snapped your already frayed patience. Your hands clenched into fists at your sides as you fought the urge to throw something harder than a towel at his smug, insufferable face. Without thinking, you stomped past him, heading into the supply closet, letting out a frustrated breath as you grabbed another piece of equipment to throw at him if necessary.

"Maybe if your setting was as reliable as your big mouth, I wouldn’t have to waste my breath on you,” you spat, voice cold and cutting.

Atsumu went rigid. His smirk flattened into something unreadable, but his eyes—those sharp, burning eyes—flashed with something dark, something livid.

In an instant, he was storming after you. Before you could react, he followed you into the supply closet, his movements sharp and full of barely restrained anger. The door slammed behind him, the echo bouncing off the walls.

"The fuck did you just say to me?" His voice was low, lethal, his usual teasing edge completely gone.

You whirled around, arms crossing over your chest. "You heard me, Miya. Maybe if you focused on actually being consistent instead of running your mouth, you wouldn't have to work overtime trying to convince people you're the best."

His nostrils flared, jaw clenched so tight you could practically hear his teeth grinding. "You think I got this far by bein' inconsistent? By bein' a fuckin' joke?"

"I think you got this far because you talk so much shit, people actually start to believe it," you bit back. "But I'm not like the rest of your fangirls, Miya. Your act doesn’t work on me."

Atsumu let out a low, humorless laugh, stepping closer. Too close. "Ya really think you know me, huh?" His voice was dangerous now, quiet and sharp like a blade pressed just beneath your skin. "Yer full of shit."

"And you're full of yourself."

The air was thick, charged with something volatile, something unstable. His hands were curled into fists, his breath coming in sharp exhales. You could feel the heat radiating off him, his fury rolling off in waves.

You scoffed in disgust, shaking your head as a bitter smirk pulled at your lips. "You're pathetic."

Atsumu’s nostrils flared, his jaw tightening dangerously, but you were already turning away, reaching for the door handle to get as far away from him as possible.

Then your stomach dropped.

The knob refused to turn.

Atsumu frowned. "The hell are ya doin’?"

You twisted the knob again, harder. Still nothing.

Your throat went dry. "The door is locked."

Atsumu snorted, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, sure it is." He reached out, confidently twisting the handle—

Nothing.

Atsumu frowned, twisting harder. Still nothing.

Silence.

Then, without missing a beat—

“Yeah, like I didn’t try that,” you deadpanned.

Atsumu’s scowl deepened, his frustration crackling in the air between you. "You’ve gotta be fuckin' kidding me. This is all your fault."

You exhaled sharply, crossing your arms. "Oh, right, because I totally planned to lock myself in a closet with you of all people."

"Yer mouth sure makes it sound like ya did." His voice was low, edged with something sharp. "Maybe ya just wanted me all to yourself."

You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. "Please. If I wanted something all to myself, it sure as hell wouldn’t be you."

Atsumu took a step closer, his presence closing in on you like a storm. "Keep talkin’, princess. Let’s see if ya can keep that smart mouth runnin’ when we’re stuck in here all night."

"Oh, fuck you, Miya," you snapped, stepping forward to meet his glare head-on. "You are without a doubt the most infuriating, self-obsessed asshole I have ever met."

His lips curled into a sneer. "And you’re the most uptight, high-strung pain in the ass I’ve ever met."

"Oh yeah? Well, at least I don’t have to spend every waking second convincing everyone I’m the best. News flash—if you actually were, you wouldn’t have to try so hard."

His eyes darkened, his entire body stiffening at your words. "You wanna talk about trying too hard? How ‘bout ya take a fuckin’ look in the mirror? Always actin’ like ya hate me, but yer always up in my business. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think ya like this."

You scoffed, tilting your head in disbelief. "God, you’re delusional."

"And you’re a fuckin’ hypocrite." He was even closer now, his breath hot, his voice tight with rage. "You always act like ya can’t stand me, but here ya are, pushin’ up against me like ya wanna make this somethin’ else."

The worst part?

He wasn’t entirely wrong.

Your chests were nearly brushing, your ragged breaths intermingling. Your skin was burning, your hands clenched at your sides, every inch of you wound too tight. The anger, the frustration, the way he always got under your skin—it was all-consuming.

And then, suddenly, neither of you were talking anymore.

Atsumu’s mouth was on yours before you could process it, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss that was just as furious as your fights. You yanked him down by the collar, fingers tangling into the damp fabric of his shirt, pulling him in hard enough to hurt. He groaned into your mouth, his hands gripping your waist, pressing you back against the closet shelves as if he needed to feel every inch of you against him.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet. It was years of pent-up aggression and frustration, a battle neither of you wanted to win. Teeth clashed, hands grabbed, nails dug into skin. The heat between you was unbearable, suffocating, and neither of you had the willpower to pull away.

Atsumu nipped at your bottom lip, his breath hot against your mouth as he muttered, "Knew ya wanted me."

Shut up, Miya." You bit back.

And then you kissed him again, drowning out whatever cocky response he had left.

Atsumu wasn’t satisfied with just kissing you. His frustration, his irritation, his hunger bled into every movement as he pushed forward, backing you up until your spine hit the cold surface of the supply closet door. The impact barely registered, not when his hands were gripping at your waist, fingers digging into your sides like he was trying to mark you, claim some kind of dominance even here.

You gasped against his mouth, the moment of vulnerability only spurring him on. His lips left yours for half a second—just long enough for him to smirk. “Told ya,” he murmured, voice husky, breath hot against your skin. “You just needed me to shut ya up properly.”

You barely had time to react before he was kissing you again, harder, more desperate. Your hands found their way to his hair, gripping the strands at the nape of his neck and pulling—a move that ripped a deep, guttural groan from his throat. The sound shot straight down your spine, heat pooling in your stomach, making your breath hitch.

His hands slid down, gripping the backs of your thighs, and without a second of hesitation, you wrapped your legs around his waist. He held you effortlessly, as if supporting your weight meant nothing to him. His lips trailed from your mouth to your jaw, nipping at the sensitive skin beneath your ear, making you shudder. He lingered there, his teeth scraping before his mouth latched onto your skin with deliberate pressure. You barely registered the sensation, too caught up in the heat of the moment, too focused on the way his body pressed against yours. But his smirk against your neck said otherwise—like he knew exactly what he was doing, leaving his mark before trailing his lips back to yours.

The warmth of his touch burned through the thin fabric of your clothes, his fingers pressing into your skin in a way that made your head spin. His hands started to wander, moving up beneath your shirt, his touch searing—

And then the door burst open.

Atsumu lost his balance. With a startled grunt, he stumbled forward, dragging you with him as you both spilled out of the closet and onto the hard gym floor.

“What the hell?!”

You barely had time to register the situation before a voice rang out above you.

“The fuck are you two doin’ in here?”

Your eyes shot up to see the janitor, standing in the doorway, arms crossed, face twisted in the most unimpressed expression you had ever seen.

Silence.

Neither you nor Atsumu moved. You were still on top of him, his hands still on your thighs, your arms still wrapped around his shoulders. The position was beyond compromising.

The janitor raised an eyebrow. “I ain’t cleanin’ up after this.”

Atsumu let out a breathless chuckle beneath you, his smirk returning full force. “Guess we got caught, huh, sweetheart?”You shoved him off you so hard he hit the floor with a thud, scrambling to your feet, face burning with embarrassment. “Shut up, Miya!”

[remuswriting]

TO KNOW EVERY SIDE OF YOU

twenty-two: hard launch

note: they started dating this chapter. they were not dating previously. no cheating or anything. y/n had feelings but like remember ha-joon was in korea up until recently

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[stunie]

“NEEDIN’ A RIDE REAL, REAL BAD!!”

HAIKYUU + THIGH RIDING ᯓ⭑ ft. bokuto koutarou, daichi sawamura, kuroo tetsurou, miya atsumu, sakusa kiyoomi, & ushijima wakatoshi x f!reader

contains : explicit smut (18+), thigh riding / dry humping, phone call (keep quiet n ride!), risky sex / very mild: cw exhibitionism, squirting, teasing, praise, kissing <3, hair pulling (you to them), orgasm denial, usage of pet names — 2.9K WC

note : yayya my first haikyuu post on here ! this is my response to this thirst here ૮꒰˶˃ ^ ˂̵˵꒱ა hope u all have fun reading this <3

KUROO TETSUROU.

“Whoa whoa,” Kuroo coos through a breathy chuckle, big hand wrapping around your hip to hold you still against his thigh. “Easy now, pretty thing. Let’s pause for a second, okay?”

The sound of your protests and whines almost make him cave right off the bat. “…Tetsu..” you sulk, corners of your lips curling into a sad pout even when he gives you an apologetic smile before he’s jutting his thumb to gesture at his phone, the irritating melody of his ringtone repeating itself as the screen lights up, “Incoming call from: Kenma!” displayed across the top.

“Sorryy,” he huffs. “Can’t. This one’s important.”

He’s giving you a reassuring squeeze around your hip, a silent reminder that he’ll give you everything you need in a few minutes, but you’re not having any of that. Your arms come to stubbornly wrap around his neck before he can pick up the call, sugar sweet voice already making pleas only a second later.

On any other given day, you would have let him take the call with only an irritated huff— just not today. Not with the way you can already feel your orgasm running away from you. “P-please, please Tetsu,” you sob, “I was so close. Can’t wait any longer.. please?”

His eyes are widening a bit at the unfamiliar desperation in your voice, grunt slipping out when his cock reacts to it too, twitching and slapping against his stomach— a reoccurring habit that seems to only occur whenever you give him that needy little look of yours.

“Awww,” he whispers, and you barely catch the strain in his voice. “Well I’m sorry for ruining your moment, angel.”

You’re practically purring as soon as you feel his hand come to lightly cup your jaw, immediately melting into his touch as he smiles in response. “Ah— fine,” Kuroo caves as soon as he sees your hands coming to cutely hold his wrist in place. “Guess i can’t stop you if you need it so bad. But listen here..”

His thumb moves from your jaw, digit pressing into your bottom lip to angle your face at him. The look you’re giving him is just to die for, pouty lips soft against his thumb and you’re peering up at him through those pleady eyes— as if there was even a single chance that Kuroo would ever deny his pretty girl of an orgasm in the first place.

“Nothing crazy. Deal? Kenma hears and..” he presses a little harder into your lip, watching the way your tongue comes to swipe at the invasive finger. “Me and you? Are never hearing the end of it.”

You’re swiftly nodding as soon as the words register, hands coming to rest on the muscles of his shoulders as you resume your movement the next second, gasping at the way your clit catches against his thigh. “Kenma?” You hear him hum, tucking his phone between his cheek and shoulder— quick and casual.

Maybe too casual.

“Mmm,” his eyes flicker back towards you when you take in a sharp inhale. “So it’s about that. You sure you don’t wanna meet up to go over it?”

A loud gasp slips out from you when he abruptly grabs you by your waist, and your hands slam over your mouth, Kuroo tensing beneath you. “…Hm? Yeah, I’m listening.” He chuckles, regaining his composure in an instant as he starts to rock you back and forth against his leg— and fast.

The roughness has your face contorting, nails digging deep into his shoulders as you try and resist the strong hands guiding you back and forth— try and slow him down a bit, delay your oncoming orgasm by even second if anything at all. You hadn’t expected it to come back so fast, and.. you both knew good and well that you weren’t gonna be able to stay quiet.

You give him a look, something resembling your best attempt at a glare, but he’s ignoring it— casually chatting with kenma about something you can’t quite catch. You’re only left to bite your lip, eyebrows deeply furrowed as you desperately fight the knot tightening inside your belly, thighs clamping against his own as he flexes his quad straight into you.

“Oh,” Kuroo says, hand leaving your waist to pick up his phone again, finger hovering over the ‘mute’ button, and your body is falling limp onto his chest, hands balancing yourself on him as you peer up at him through tired eyes and a heavy pant. “Actually..”

“..Looks like I got a bit of a problem to take care of here first.” He smiles. “So give me a minute, yeah?”

MIYA ATSUMU.

“Gonna have to keep that pretty voice of yours down.” Atsumu’s lips brush against the shell of your ear, big hands tight around your hips as he drags you up and down his thigh. “Or ‘Samu’s gonna hear ya.”

Your hips stutter against his leg, drawing a sharp gasp from you- and he curses under his breath. Osamu would be back any second now, and yet he’s got you seated on him, your lounge shorts pulled to the side so he can draw one quick orgasm out of you before the three of you head out for dinner.

Because you— Atsumu’s impatient lil bunny, or so he calls you, just couldn’t wait until after the dinner to get a quick treat.

“‘M trying.” You whisper, voice breathless and whiny, and you tighten your embrace around his middle, burying your face deep into the fabric of his sweater. “Feels ‘s good… so good— need more..”

“I know, I know— later, yeah?” He sounds unsteady from how roughly he’s moving you against him, muscles of his thigh flexing and hardening underneath you. “Gonna give it to ya real good. stuff ya nice and full. How’s that sound, dirty girl?”

You want that.

You know exactly how easy it’d be for him to get you gushing underneath his cock if it weren’t for your insistence on him not cumming. And well.. it kind of made sense to him— considering how your last creampie went. His mind thinks back to how you looked with his cum dribbling down your thighs as you nervously clamped them together, and how no one seemed to noticed the juices dripping into a neat little puddle beneath you.

It’d be so easy— he’s got you all mapped out and knows you like the back of his hand. He could just push those pretty thighs of yours up to your face, hold them nice and still as he pummels the deep spot inside you that has you chanting his name over and over, and your cunt would be gushing right after that.

“‘Tsumu.” You choke out, tightly latching onto him like a koala, “‘M gonna cum..!”

“You are, aren’t ya? I can tell.” He groans, and his thigh bounces up into you, mumbling a curse under his breath when you squeal at the roughness. “Show me that pretty face when you’re lettin’ go.”

A couple more rolls of your hips and you’re gasping and stuttering against him, Atsumu pulling you just right against his thigh as your eyes slam shut, knot inside you violently snapping in an instant as you tremble underneath him, your mouth falling open in a silent scream.

“That’s my fuckin’ girl.” His voice comes out deep and breathy, hands tightening their grip on you. “Ride it all out f’ me, rela- oh s-shit.”

Your eyes widen as soon as the sound of footsteps registers in your mind, and your head swiftly turns back to see that Atsumu’s already pulling your shorts back over your cunt, your juices immediately soaking through the fabric as he holds you flush against his chest, big hand cradling the back of your head.

“‘Tsumu..!” You whisper, but he’s shushing you with gentle strokes along the back of your head.

“What, ‘Samu?” he calls out, his mind putting together a silent prayer that his twin was not about to open the door.

His prayers go unanswered.

“You two ready yet?” Osamu’s asking as soon as he flings open the door, the knob accidentally slipping through his grasp, and your door crashes against your wall with a loud thud a second later.

You faintly hear him mutter an “oops” before his eyes are finally falling on you, brow raising at the sight of you clinging tightly onto atsumu as your chest heaves up and down.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI.

“What?” you can feel your concentration falter as soon as the sound of Sakusa’s voice reaches you, and you’re immediately wiping at the frustrated tears that have begun to collect along your lashes. “Can’t cum like that?”

You’re quick to shake your head, and he doesn’t miss the slight tremble to your lips. Cute.

Sakusa had his doubts about this idea of yours from the start. He knows how needy you always get— knows that despite that innocent face of yours, your cunt’s anything but. It’s greedy. Something like this was probably not gonna be able to get you to finish, and he knew that.. but a part of him was just curious.

What he wasn’t expecting, however, was to see you this frustrated. Your chest is rising up and down with each angry pant, arm coming to rub at your nose from the occasional sniffle after being denied orgasm after orgasm.

And him? he’s never felt such a strong ache before. The dark spot on his shorts are a tell-tale sign that he’s been leaking with pre-cum, and he can practically feel it starting to drip down his cock. Neither of you were doing so well, and if he was being honest, he’s on the verge of flipping you over and putting you in a mating press— but the small voice inside him wants to see you come undone on his thighs. Badly.

He’s just gotta see how you look.

“Need your cock, Omi.” You mumble, rising onto your knees to scoot further up, but he’s stopping you only a second later. “Omi? Why..?”

“No.” he says flatly. “You don’t.”

“I do!” You’re protesting immediately after, hands balancing on his shoulders. “Can’t finish without it— ah!”

You yelp when he’s roughly pulling you back down, his quad flexing as soon as your cunt makes contact with his leg. The hands around your hips are tight, and Sakusa’s setting a rhythm only a moment later, keeping the muscles of his legs firm and flexed to better rub against your clit.

“W-wait!” You’re stammering, whining straight into his ear as you frantically latch onto him. He lets you bury your face into the crook of his neck as he works you closer to your high, forcing you into a mind-numbing pace to have you flying right off the edge in a few more seconds.

“You can— don’t fight it.” His voice comes out as a deep grunt, a result of his dragged out attempts at ignoring the borderline painful throb of his cock, and oh- he was so going to take you in a mating press after this. The second you’re finished gushing, he was gonna flip you over and finally rid himself this irritating ache.

“Omi!” You sob, eyes clenching shut as your hips start to stutter, and he can feel you trembling underneath his hands. “Omi.. O-omi— ‘m close!” He only responds by roughly pressing his thigh up against you, thick muscle hitting your clit just right as you choke out a scream, finally gushing all over his thighs.

“See?” He exhales, breath hitching in his throat when your nails dig deep into his back, his hands slowly moving you up and down to ride out your high.

“You can.”

DAICHI SAWAMURA.

“Feeling good, huh? Don’t try to fight it.”

Daichi grunts when you tug at his hair a little harder, face buried deep into his front as you desperately hump his leg. He’s gentle with you, strong hands guiding you up and down his leg, but he’d be lying if he said his patience wasn’t starting to wear thin.

The sweet nothings he’s been whispering into your ear this entire time are starting to sound a lot less like cooing and a lot more like grunting.

He couldn’t help it. He can feel you so so vividly, feel your juices dripping down the sides of his thigh and hear you moaning straight into his chest. You were soaked through and through, and it’s taking everything in him to stay patient and let you have this.

“There you go.” He’s praising you when you grind against him particularly hard, ignoring the way his shorts are feeling painfully tight around his cock. “Just like that— move exactly like that.”

“Daichi,” you whine. “‘M getting so close— feels so good.”

“Yeah?” He exhales deeply, and the way his cock twitches suddenly has him groaning, hands squeezing a bit too hard against your hips as you wince. “Daichi..?”

“Oops, sorry princess.” He’s clenching his jaw, giving you a weak smile as you wrap your arms around him. “That’s my bad. Don’t mind me, okay? Just.. worry about yourself— this is all about you right now.”

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI.

You weren’t as subtle as you thought.

His legs just looked so strong, so perfect to sit on, and you couldn’t help yourself. He didn’t seem to think too much of it when you first sat a little lower than you usually did, straddling his mid thigh as he flipped through another manga that Tendou had lent him earlier that week.

Just subtle movements up and down his thigh was your original plan, but it didn’t take very long for him to catch on.

“What are you doing?” Ushijima’s voice has you jolting from where you’re seated on his left thigh, his gaze now on you and the way you’re frantically waving your arms around in defense, barely able to stammer out a “N-nothing!”

You just barely catch the way his eyebrow raises in suspicion. It has you moving off him the next second, but he’s tossing aside the manga, big and strong hands easily wrapping around your hips to keep you planted on him.

“Don’t leave yet.” He says, stern and flat, but you catch the hint of curiosity swirling deep in his eyes.

The familiar heat of embarrassment is flooding to your face in an instant, and your head hangs low. “S-sorry, Toshi.” You mumble, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. “Your thighs just looked so big, just wanted to… ride them.”

It’s silent.

You work up the courage to snack a glance at him again, now faced with the sight of his head tilted a bit, as if confused by your confession. “B-but!” You continue, mouth already running off on its own. “Forget it, okay? It might be weird— Toshi..?”

It was just one little flex of his quad, one that had the muscle pushing up against your clit, but the way his name rolled off your tongue sounded sinful. You can feel his grip around your hips tightening a bit, and he’s leaning in to close the gap between the two of you.

“Wouldn’t it feel better like this?”

BOKUTO KOUTAROU.

It started off with an accidental brush of his knee against your cunt.

Bokuto had always been eager with his kisses. He had you pinned down on his mattress, body hovering over yours as he moved his lips against your own— and he hadn’t even noticed anything different until he heard you suddenly moan into his mouth. He’s pulling away the next second, eyes wide as he tries gauging your reaction again, bringing his knee back to rub over your cunt. And … just like clockwork, your eyes clench shut and you choke back a gasp.

He swallows thickly.

Only five minutes later and he’s got you seated on his thigh, moving you back and forth with a needy grunt, his free hand squeezing your cheeks as he forces you to look up at him. “Don’t look away, ‘kay?”

“You look pretty— pretty like that. I just wanna see.”

The look on his face isn’t much different from yours. His mouth is slightly parted in desperate pants, deep red spreading across his cheeks at the sight of you feeling good on his leg. He’s swallowing deeply before he takes in a sharp inhale right after, already pussy drunk and his dick hasn’t even touched you yet.

The way your face starts to contort when you’re rapidly approaching your high has him just hoping he doesn’t end up finishing untouched. It’s throbbing— absolutely aching with need and as soon as you start sobbing his name, he can feel his patience shatter into thin pieces.

You let out a loud yelp as soon as your back hits the mattress, Bokuto looming over you with a strained look on his face as he rushes to line his tip up with your hole. “S-sorry.” His voice is just above a growl. “I can’t help it after all. It’s okay though, right? Gonna make you feel good.”

[aestosia]

ur fav + filming ..! >_<

“such a pretty pussy..” he mumbles, lowering the camera in attempts to get a good angle of your glistening hole. a soft moan escapes your lustful lips as he toys with your sensitive exposed bud.

“feels so good baby.” you whimper, heat building up in your stomach as he slowly stimulates your nether regions. “it’s so soft in here,” he says, sticking his long fingers in and out of your velvety walls. “have a feel.” he states, before you can even get a word out he guides your hand to your heat emitting core.

“try putting a finger in.” he instructs. you do so, letting out a low groan as you feel your fingers easily slide into your cunt. “feels good, right baby?” he asks in a husky low voice. he inches his hand between your legs, spreading your puffy lips apart. “it’s so fucking beautiful, wanna show you off..” he says seductively, showing the camera your exposed pussy.

“t’s embarrassing..” you cry, covering your blushing face with your hands. “why baby?” he questions, “it’s so pretty, i want everyone to know it’s all mine.” he announces, his possessive tone giving you an excited feeling in your stomach. “it’s so wet for me.” he states, proceeding to stimulate your clit again.

“i wanna put it in..” he says in a needy voice “you can, i want you so bad.” you moan. “god.. you really know how to turn me on.” he says, feeling his bulge strain against his pants. “wanna give you my full attention.” he says softly, throwing his phone onto the unmade bed.

“been waiting all day to have you..” he snarls aligning his freed cock to your entrance.

GOJO, geto, CHOSO, TOJI, ATSUMU, kageyama, ushijima, tsukishima, kenma

[merlucide]

BOKUTO.ೃ࿔* who desperately wants you to think he’s cool. He’ll do everything in his power to impress you—oh, your bag is too heavy? No problem! Bo’s got it! aaaand he can carry Akaashi’s bag too! See how strong he is? Isn’t he the coolest?! Wait—hold on, you really think so?

KUROO.ೃ࿔* who loves when you manhandle him. Tug him by his tie, and honey he’s at your mercy. Slide your hands along his neck with that sly smile of yours, and you’ll have him utterly undone. He just has to lean in with a lopsided smirk, hand cupping your jaw, being completely enchanted by you.

TSUKKI.ೃ࿔* who keeps you from wandering aimlessly like a lost puppy. You always ‘turn your brain off’, according to Kei. he’ll firmly place his hand on the top of your head and steer you in the right direction, rolling his eyes and teasing about how you’d be completely and utterly lost without him.

SUNARIN.ೃ࿔* who always, ALWAYS, has to have his hands on you. If you are with in reach he will rest his hands on your hips and tug you against him. If you’re walking around then your fingers will be interlocked. He also likes to put his hand in your back pocket in your jeans

IWAIZUMI.ೃ࿔* who gets genuinely gets flustered every time you compliment him. It could be anything small, like a simple ‘That’s a good color on you’ has him bashfully muttering a small ‘thanks,’ with his cheeks tinged pink. He hates how easily you turn him into a mess—especially when you giggle in realization and lean in to kiss him— Oh he just can’t take it!!

AKAASHI.ೃ࿔* who always walks you to and from your destination, no matter the time, place, or weather. Any time spent with you is spent well. He needs to make sure you get to your destination safely of course! He waits until he absolutely cannot see you anymore before he starts his journey back.

ATSUMU.ೃ࿔* who gives the BEST hugs. You always feel so safe and so loved when his arms are wrapped firmly around your waist. His head tucks into your neck as if he never wants to let go. And when he’s feeling all soft, he’ll cradle your cheek in his hand, his thumb brushing tenderly across your skin as he gazes at you like you hung the stars. Though, that’s just ‘Tsumu’s normal expression when you’re around.

KAGEYAMA.ೃ࿔* who’s always looking for you, even if you’re not there. It’s just a habit of his, probably because his mind is constantly plagued of your smiling face 24/7. The moment he spots you, he’s making a beeline, linking his pinky with yours whispering ‘What took you so long?’.

USHIWAKA.ೃ࿔* who’s the perfect gentleman. He pulls out your chair, walks on the side closest to the road, and never shows up empty-handed, always bringing you a bouquet of roses on every Sunday with a respectful kiss on the hand. Life with ‘Toshi is as easy as breathing.

OIKAWA.ೃ࿔* who can’t help but be ridiculously cheesy, really he can’t! Not when you’re his darling sugarplum and one and only till the end of forever! Reject his dramatic love proclamations? Oh, absolutely not! That’s just who he is, and you’ll have to endure it, sweetheart.

HINATA.ೃ࿔* who always offers piggyback rides when your feet hurt. Don’t underestimate his little body!—he can lift you with ease, carrying you down the street like it’s nothing. Sho’ would insist you get on his back regardless if your feet hurt or not—can you really blame him? Who wouldn’t want a cutie hanging onto them!

KENMA.ೃ࿔* who silently watches you in admiration when you put your makeup on. Sitting on the toilet lid, he holds your makeup bag and hands you your lip gloss before you even ask. He shyly looks away with his cheeks warm and lips pursed together when you ask ‘how do I look?’.

OSAMU.ೃ࿔* who can’t help the loopy grin on his face when you do a little twirl, showing off your new outfit. He could care less about shopping, truly, he hates it. But if it means seeing you all dolled up and happy, he doesn’t mind it one bit.

SAKUSA.ೃ࿔* who pulls you close to him when you are in public spaces. He takes your hands and squirts his Hello Kitty hand sanitizer (The one you got him) into your hands before rubbing his own. Scathingly glares at the man who accidentally bumped into you. He absolutely cannot let you have unwanted contact with strangers! no yucky germs allowed on his baby.

YAMAGUCHI.ೃ࿔* who always firmly holds your hand in crowds. Out in public he’ll hold your hand regardless, but when everyone is packed together his anxiety skyrockets. He’s always nervous of you two being separated in the crowd. He takes the lead to guide you both out of the mingled mess of people, and when it’s over, please give him a  forehead kiss—he’s earned it.

TENDOU.ೃ࿔* who takes Shounen Saturdays very seriously. You don’t get to skip it! Not when it’s a sacred tradition of binge-watching both of your favorite shows with sugary snacks! You two are all bundled together on the couch and gasping and giggling at the TV. He refuses to let you watch the next episode without him, Will curse your whole bloodline if you do (affectionate).

HOSHIUMI.ೃ࿔* who might just be the worst person to play board games with. When he’s winning, he’s full of smug trash talk, loudly boasting about his ‘inevitable victory’, but the second he starts losing? ‘This game is rigged!’ ‘you cheated!,’ or ‘this is bullshit!’. It’s even worse better when there’s a bet involved—he’ll do anything to avoid letting you win. That’s how you get him to help you clean most the time hehe.

LEV.ೃ࿔* who clings to you, always. You are concerned for his neck and back for always resting around you in uncomfortable positions, but he never seems to complain. Standing up Lev has his arms around you and head smushed against yours, laying down his long legs wrap around your own and he burrows himself in your warmth. If Lev could have it his way, he would never stop touching you.

AONE.ೃ࿔* who’s a certified purse carrier. you don’t make him— of course not! He insists actually. He could care less about being seen with a hot pink decorated purse slung on his arm, it’s quite the sight. This also goes for shopping of course, Nobu’ just trails behind with arms full of whatever you managed to snag on 50% off.

uhu I wrote some for kyotani+suga+goshiki+etc but I didn’t like them sob sob

lemme know whatcha think! (And if I should do pt2 lolz)

made January 26th 2025

[riddlesrose]

"is he single!?" your attention is drawn behind you, to where a group of insignificant chatterboxes cluster together like they're trying to start a mob. their quips died down instantly when someone in the group shushed the rest and you released the breath you were holding. you return your attention to your friends in front of you.

a few minutes pass and another comment catches your ear, "i mean, there's a leech on his side, but other than that, just look! he's so picture perfect." you fight the urge to crane your neck around, to stare directly into the heart of the group with piercing eyes, to let them know that they are anything but quiet. all the while hoping they're not talking about your boyfriend, who's arm is wrapped comfortably around your waist, holding you ever so close. like a leech.

you snicker to yourself at the backwards use of their ugly nickname, gaining the attention of your boyfriend, who asks what's so funny, and comments that no one said anything worth laughing over.

"oh, no reason." you smile as you wrap an arm around to rest on his back. what he can't see is that you folded all fingers down but the middle one so that you're flipping off the group of prattlers stood behind him.

you lean into his side more and press a sweet kiss onto his cheek, he retorts by turning you back to him and pressing a lasting kiss to your lips as muted gasps and scoffs were heard. someone in the group attempts to silence their peers but their calls fall upon deaf ears. "whatever, let's go."

you relax against him as the group disperses, a content sigh escape your lips.

a moment passes, before your boyfriend leans to whisper, "were they bothering you?"

"what? no!" yes. they were annoying. is what you meant.

your boyfriend kisses your temple, "sure. oh, and you're not a leech, my love." you turn your face away, hiding the heat that rushes to your cheeks at the fact he cracked your code so quick.

if your friends could look any more grossed out at the sickly sweet pda, they probably would. but you don't care, your boyfriend is the sweetest 🤍

satoru gojo, suguru geto, tooru oikawa, atsumu miya, tetsuro kuroo, vil schoenheit, malleus draconia, kaeya alberich, diluc ragnvindr, kazuha kaedehara, ayato kamisato, jing yuan, argenti, tenya iida, ejiro kirishima, & your favourite

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── .✦ "HOW TO LOSE A SETTER IN 10 DAYS" ─ Miya Atsumu

author's note. / It's how to lose a setter day !!<3 second chapter finally written hope you like it <33 content : post timeskip. mentions of smoking/alcohol. OSAMU APPEARANCE. atsumu being a dumbass (poor man cant catch a break). 3k words.

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── .✦ CHAPTER 2./ A date to remember, for all the wrong reasons

The clink of chopsticks against ceramic bowls resonates softly in the cozy ramen shop.

The broth's steam rises into the air, bringing with it the warm scent of home. You sit opposite Sakusa, the quiet murmur of conversation between the pair of you creating a warm, near-intimate atmosphere. The soft slurp of noodles is the background melody to your thoughts, which are anything but peaceful.

The ordeal from this afternoon still lingers, like a song you cannot get out of your mind. Atsumu's clumsy efforts to flirt with you, the stammering, the fake smiles—and then—the volleyball hit you right in the face. It did not really hurt all that much, but man, was it embarrassing. You still cannot believe that it really happened.

You mix your noodles, attempting to divert your attention. He was just being himself, you say to yourself. He was just bragging. No big deal.

"So," Sakusa says after a pause, "how's your ramen?

You blink in surprise to hear him speak after so much silence. It is as though he has something to hide—possibly the same agitation you have felt all day. You swallow a mouthful of noodles and smile a little, baiting him to dispel the tension.

"It's fine. Though I believe your bowl's looking better than mine." You nod towards the additional toppings in his ramen—additional char siu, additional egg, simply the way he prefers it. "You always do it big."

Sakusa snorts under his breath. Naturally, you'd pick up on the details.

"It's the way to do it," he states, his usual cool composure making a showing. "Only the best for the best." He gives you a glance, not anticipating a response. You never do take the bait.

However, as much as he tries to focus on the simple pleasure of eating, his mind keeps drifting back to Atsumu's chaotic antics. The last thing he wants is for you to get caught up in whatever silly game his teammate is plotting. Atsumu might have an air of confidence about him, but there is no doubt in his mind that winning this bet is out of his league. He knows that.

She is too smart to let Atsumu get to her. He lets out another silent sigh, trying to keep his cool. And yet. what if? He chooses to bite his tongue, deeming it wiser not to utter a single word. No need getting riled up over something, which may not even be worth noticing. Instead, he watches you—studies you, reads the slight variations in your face that always have a narrative to tell even when you aim to conceal it.

You're more than capable of taking care of yourself. Nevertheless, there's something about it that doesn't feel right to him.

She won't bite, he says again, but the knot in his chest gets a bit tighter.

Meanwhile, Atsumu was at Onigiri Miya, his favorite spot ─and only ─ to pick up a quick bite when he had to take a time-out from the insanity of his day. There was the smell of hot, salty fish and rice in the air as he bit into his onigiri, not really paying attention. His mind was still on the failure of impressing Y/N earlier in the day.

Osamu, as always, did not fail to notice that something was bothering his twin, call it twin telepathy or whatever. He took a bite of his rice ball, leaning back in his chair a little and observing his younger twin with a touch of suspicion.

"You've been starin’ at that rice ball as if it owes ya money," Osamu said to him, cleaning his mouth with a napkin. "What's wrong, Tsumu?"

Atsumu sighed heavily and did not look up from his food. "I'm just thinkin’ ‘bout this bet. I need to win this, Samu." Osamu's eyebrow went up, and he leaned back in his chair as he always did. "Bet? What bet?" He already knew what Atsumu would say, but he enjoyed teasing him about it.

Atsumu leaned forward and put his chin in his palm. "Bokuto said somethin’ and I made this bet. I have to get Y/N to fall in love with me within ten days."Osamu didn't respond immediately. He just slowly chewed on his rice ball, considering what his twin had said. "And ya really think that's a good idea?"

Atsumu glared at him. “Shut yer trap. It was a disaster anyway." he said, running his fingers through his hair, trying to get it all to add up. Osamu also raised an eyebrow at him, clearly entertained by his twin. "What's wrong? Got rejected already?"

Atsumu looks over at his brother with a touch of frown on his lips. "It was worse. I—well, I tried to charm her, you see? I was going to be charming, as always, but." He lets out a deep sigh. "I ended up accidentally hittin’ her in the face with a volleyball."

Osamu stops for a moment, holding his rice ball mid-air. Then he erupts in laughter. "Come again? ‘Tsumu, I always knew ya were a dumbass but this is somethin’ else."

"I didn't intend to so shut yer trap! I was attempting to move her out of the way, but I ended up makin’ it worse. I grabbed for her wrist and then—bam!" Atsumu acts out how the ball had gone, waving his hands in wide arcs. "Direct hit."

Osamu shakes his head, grinning. "Well, at least she'll remember you for something.".

"I didn't want people to remember me for that!" Atsumu laments, covering his face with his hands. "She wasn't impressed. She didn't even care that I was trying to apologize afterwards."

"Calm down, ‘Tsumu," Osamu says to him, leaning back in his chair. "This is so stupid. Just ask her out for a drink or something. Apologize properly, like a man."

Atsumu sits up straight at attention as his brother's words hit him. It makes sense, but to go through with it does not feel right. He does not know if he wants to be with her, not like this. "Alright, I'll. consider it," Atsumu mutters, but the thought of pursuing her now is too much of a hassle. 

Yet, he cannot help but feel a tug of something else—something that makes him uncertain about leaving this alone. Osamu looks at his brother, a cunning smile creeping onto his face. "Are you really not feeling anything more, Atsumu?" Atsumu scowls at the man, but there is a glimmer of doubt in his eyes. "Shuddup."

The day had stretched on longer than Atsumu expected. Training had been brutal, leaving his muscles aching, and yet, none of it had distracted him from the lingering conversation with Osamu.

“Just ask her out for a drink or something. Apologize properly, like a man.”

Osamu had said it like it was the easiest thing in the world, like Atsumu hadn’t already made an absolute fool of himself. Like she wouldn’t laugh in his face the second she saw his name pop up on her phone.

Atsumu slumped back on his couch, drumming his fingers against his phone screen. The clock read 6:03 PM. Too early for bed, too late to act like he wasn’t still thinking about it.

Would she even want to go? Probably not. Would that stop him from trying anyway? Definitely not. With a deep breath, he finally caved.

He dialed her number.

The phone rang. Once. Twice. Three times.

And just as he was about to hang up, her voice cut through the line.

“…Miya?”

There is a pause after you respond. Not static, not background—just hesitation. You move the phone slightly aside and look at the screen to check if you were dreaming. But no, Miya Atsumu had indeed called you.

"Miya?" you say, raising eyebrows.

Atsumu clears his throat on the other end. "Hey. Uh. What's up?"

You blink. What's up? Did he actually call you to say what's up?

"Nothing?" you say hesitantly.

"Cool, cool, cool," he mutters under his breath, like he never actually had a plan for this conversation. You can hear him tapping his fingers against something in the distance—his knee, a table, or possibly even his own forehead because he is so frustrated.

You allowed the silence to continue until it became uncomfortable. "Did you call for a reason?"

"Yeah," he says out of the blue. Then, a bit more assertively. "Yeah. Look, uh—I wanted to, y'know… make up for earlier." You frown and lean against the counter. "Earlier?"

Atsumu makes a sound that is a cross between a groan and a cough.  "Uh—This mornin’? The volleyball headshot?"

Oh.

Your hand brushes against your face involuntarily, and the sting of the slap is still recalled. You are unable to forget the moment of shame when a speedy volleyball struck you due to him.

You roll your eyes. "Oh, that. Do you feel bad now?

"'Course I feel bad!" he defends immediately, voice rising. "I had great aim—I just, y'know, got distracted."

You scoff. "Distracted?

"It doesn't matter," he huffs. "Point is—I wanna make it up to ya."

There is a pause before he eventually says, "Let me buy you a drink.".

You tilt your head, pondering the words. "Like… an apology?"

"Yeah." Pause. "And a date."

You lift an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"Just a casual one!" he rapidly amends. "Like, really casual. You won't even realize that it's a date."

"That's not the way dates go, Miya."

"C'mon, don't make me beg, that's just embarrassing."

You took a deep breath, still thinking. A drink was not a major problem. You did not owe him anything, and it might be fun to see him sweat in front of you.

"Okay," you finally say. "One drink. Only if you pay". 

Atsumu breathes out as though he'd been holding his breath. "Alright. Alright. I'll send you the information.". You couldn’t help but tease him a bit. "That's great. Looking forward to it, lover boy."

He groans when you hang up.

Atsumu was standing in front of the mirror, looking at himself like he was the male lead of a romcom, getting ready for a major life event. "Alright, Miya," he said to himself, brushing his hair back with his hands. "You got this. You're hot, you're smooth, and you're not overthinking."

There had been a few seconds of silence. His eyes flicked towards the door, and his thoughts darkened. "Why do I get the feeling that I'm going to embarrass myself?" He let out a sigh and ran his hand through his hair.

As if on cue, the chime of his phone was heard. He immediately grabbed it in the hopes of hearing some moral support. On the screen appeared Osamu's message: "Try not to embarrass yourself too much."

Atsumu sighed heavily and banged the phone down onto the counter. "For fucks sake!" He cast a second glance at his reflection, then took his jacket and went out the door, ready for whatever sort of trouble was waiting for him.

You had gotten to the bar hours before Atsumu got there. You were sitting at the bar, sipping on a drink, chill. You weren't overdressed or anything—the way to be ready for anything crazy that might happen tonight. At this point, you didn't dare to hope for anything straightforward, and you had no expectations for Atsumu.

Even before checking his calls or messages, you took a sip of your drink, and your mind was someplace else. You reached for your phone and looked at your notifications. Nothing from him. Only a funny meme from one of your preferred accounts: 

"If he's a walking red flag, run. If he's a red flag but funny? …Girl." 

You laughed a little and typed a short reply to the meme: It might be the second one. Maybe you should run. But no. You were already here.

The second Atsumu walked into the bar, you could almost hear the theme song of a cheesy romcom playing as he gave his signature smile, clearly under the impression things were going better than they were. He took a look around, saw you, and walked to the bar like it was his personal catwalk.

But when he tried to lean on the counter and act cool, his foot became tangled with the leg of the stool. The poor man missed his mark completely, stumbling and nearly toppling over the bar. Time just seemed to stand still for a moment.

You didn't bat an eye. You took a second sip from your glass, calm as can be, and lifted an eyebrow to the chaos in front of you. "That was graceful," you stated, not even attempting to hide the sarcasm.

Atsumu looked nervous but tried his best to compose himself. He stood up straight and brushed his clothing. "Did that on purpose," he said, somewhat too defensively, giving a half confident, half annoyed smile.

You smiled faintly. "Of course you did, Tony Hawk," you replied, leaning back in your chair, obviously unimpressed. His smile got lost briefly, but it was back in place soon. "Ya'll get used to my charm," he said to her a bit too confidently. You couldn't help but roll your eyes."We'll see," you muttered under your breath, clearly doubtful of whatever was going to take place.

After a silence of a few uncomfortable seconds, Atsumu figured it was time to pull out his best ─and worst ─line. "You know, I didn't figure ya were the whiskey type," he attempted to say nonchalantly, like it was a compliment.

You raised an eyebrow and placed your drink down. "What kind did you think I was?" He scratched his head, as if he was attempting to recall something regarding your personality. "I dunno, maybe, like a girl who likes fruity drinks?"

You slowly blinked, causing the silence to drag on a bit too long. "What is that supposed to mean? Explain yourself. Now."

He blinked at you, his brain clearly thinking. The man was struggling—his brain was racing a mile a minute, but he couldn't get anything articulate out. Finally, he just shrugged and gave an awkward laugh. "Well, uh… I dunno, I guess I was wrong." You did not even try to answer. You simply took another sip and allowed the silence to say more than words.

A minute or so later, the bartender, who'd been following this entire conversation with some amusement, leaned across the bar, drying a glass. "You two make a nice couple," he said, smiling. Atsumu's face went pale. "We're not a couple!" His voice was barely high enough for you to detect the panic in it. The bartender's eyebrow went up, a little too entertained by the interaction.

You couldn't help but laugh quietly, unable to resist. "Calm down, drama queen." The bartender chuckled, his grin widening. "I was just saying—could do worse." You looked at Atsumu and saw his face growing redder. "Wow. That must be really hard on you, huh?" you joked, leaning back in your chair.

Atsumu muttered, hiding his face in his hands. "I promise I will not do it again."

However, to save face—or at least look normal, Atsumu suggested a drinking game. "Hey, let us have some fun. Just a small game so that it will not be so awkward."

You shrugged. Why not? You were not doing anything else. But he did not know that you were not just good at the games—you were fiercely competitive about anything that had to do with liquor. And tonight, you were going to win no matter what.

Twenty minutes had gone by, and Atsumu was already tipsy, talking more freely than he usually did. His words were a little slurred, and his movements were more exaggerated. You, on the other hand, were perfectly okay and unaffected.

He gazed at you in wide-eyed wonder as you beat him round after round.  "What the hell kinda tolerance is that?" he asked incredulously. "I can hardly keep it together after two drinks."

You shrugged indifferently and took a casual sip. "I exist in constant emotional damage. Alcohol can't do anything about it." He looked at you carefully, trying to determine whether to laugh or inquire whether you were sad inside. "That. that's dark."

"Yeah, all right, welcome to my world," you replied with a slight, dry smile. "Now, your turn to drink." Atsumu shook his head, immensely dismayed. But he didn't give up. 

Then something terrible happened.

Since he gestured with his arms excessively while relating a tall tale, he was not aware of how much extension he was making. The beverage in his hand sloshed and spilled directly onto your lap.

There was a total silence for an instant. 

Time seemed to lag a couple of seconds while you stared down at your lap, where his beverage had spilled. Atsumu's eyes went wide, and he froze. "Oh… no." You raised an eyebrow and stared at him with a very stern face. Then you took a deep breath and glanced down at yourself once more. "Wow," you said sarcastically. "You are lucky I don't believe in violence." 

Atsumu was almost panic-stricken now, looking for napkins, knocking some over, and getting agitated. "Shit! I—I'll fix it! Don't worry, I'll fix it!" You lifted a hand, and he halted his nervous motions. "You've done enough." The tension was thick in the air, uncomfortable and evident. You both stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do with the developing problem. 

Then, when the embarrassment was at its maximum, you both stepped out into the cool night air, you took the opportunity to pull out a cigarette and light it. 

The sudden silence was a relief after the noise of the bar. Atsumu rubbed his neck, his face still red, trying to feel normal again. "Well… that went well," he commented, his voice a mix of amused and exasperated. You snorted and rolled your head. "That’s a date to remember," you said, straight-faced as you took a drag. "Just for all the wrong reasons. Good night, Miya."

 Atsumu groaned and slapped both hands over his face, clearly humiliated. 

You couldn't help but notice as you walked away, feeling a bizarre mix of amusement and sympathy for him. And maybe, just maybe, a little curiosity about whether or not he'd be okay next time the two of you chose to spend time together.

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Boys who absolutely lose themselves when they sink their cock into your pussy. They go from being this beefy big scary man to a whimpering moaning mess. He has his face shoved into the crook of your neck while his hands grip your legs spreading them apart so he can shove himself deeper inside of you. His whimpers are so loud and anyone outside of you would never think that he would lose himself whimpering begging you to let him cum inside of you. 

“Oh fuck please baby let me make you mine baby please” he pants breathlessly into your ear. 

His moans sound so pretty paired with his wild thrust. He can barely think straight. The only thought that plagues his mind is how good your pussy feels sucking his cock in. He sounds like a broken record whining for you begging for your pussy. 

“Feels so good baby I- I cant stop” he stutters out barely able to form a dull sentence. 

He’s so pussy drunk off of you. His fingers dig into your skin as he plunges his cock into, fucking you as if he were feral. 

“Mine, Mine Mine” he chants like a choir. 

Your moans mix in with his creating a tune he never wants to forget. Moments like this he can’t help but fuck himself into overstimulation. He just loves the feeling of your warmth sucking him in, creating loud wet noises to match his reckless thrust. His voice is shaky as he whimpers about how good your pussy feels. His hands push your thighs up folding you into a mating press so that he can see how perfect your pussy looks sucking him in. He’s so mesmerized by the sight. The way your pussy creams around his cock creating a mess he promises to clean up with his tongue. 

“My pretty baby” his eyes are wide and filled with lust. 

He’s long gone consumed by the pleasure. His hips slam against yours as he promises himself to you whispering and begging you to let him be yours. To anyone else he’s a scary man looks like he could kill you with his stare alone but to you he’s a sweet baby who just needs to have his cock shoveled deep inside of you to feel good. 

“Fuck I’m gonna cum baby please can I cum in your pretty pussy please let me cum” his eyes are squeezed shut while he fucks his cock so deep into you, you can barely think straight yourself. You nod your head too weak to speak. He throws his head back whimpering a sighing thanking you for being his good baby. When he cums he gets louder. He grunts and whimpering trembling as his cock dips in and out of you while his cum drips down the side. He slips his cock out of you gasping at the sudden release from your hole. He kneels down licking a long strip of the cum that drools down between your folds. 

“Let me help clean you up baby, promise I’ll do a good job”

Gojo, Megumi, Yuta, Atsumu, Suna, Iwaizumi, Sugawara, Oikawa, Connie, Armin, Jean

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He isn't the type to let you bend over to pick something up in peace.

As soon as he sees your upper body go down, your ass perched perfectly in the air, he can't help but appear behind you all of a sudden. Hand reeled back, and bottom lip pulled between his teeth.

Just when you notice the devious presence behind you, a loud slap echoes from your right cheek and you fall forward from the impact.

The recoil traveled throughout your entire leg, and he couldn't feel more proud of himself in that moment.

"Ow!" You winced, looking back to see a smug look on his face "Did you have to do it that hard?"

"Listen sweetheart" he chuckled, before bending down to place you over his shoulder "If you're gonna wear that around the house you can't expect me not to touch"

"That was not just a touch" you whined, still feeling the harsh sting your behind has been granted with.

"Awww, then let me rub it better yeah?"

GOJO, TOJI, geto, Sukuna, Bakugo, HAWKS, dabi, KARMA, kurroo, Bokuto, Atsumu, HANMA, BAJI, Mikey, RAN, Tengen

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Hello! I'm new to this but have you ever thought about any of your favorite characters while they're in the act and you look down at a certain part and they're so big on you that it scares you but they're pretty sure it could fit.I don't know if you could write something like that, sorry if it makes you uncomfortable.

hellooo, absolutely love this prompt so much ty for this ♡

men that make it fit | 18+

warnings/tags: nsfw, afab/female!reader, size difference, fingering, pet names, praise kink, squirting, raw sex, implied multiple orgasms, large cocks ♡

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Big men who just cover your entire body with theirs when they’re on top of you. 

Guys who make you feel so small when you’re on their lap, their hands are so damn big that they can cover your entire waist, legs, and hands—practically engulfing you. 

Big men that just pin you to the mattress while making out with you, they’re so strong without needing to try, and you probably should feel scared by the difference in strengths but god—you feel so secure. 

And you know he’ll take care of you even if he can hurt you sometimes—never on purpose unless you want it—because of how massive he is. 

Guys who feel just a little bad when they hear you cry from them pushing their thick fingers inside you—stretching your poor cunt and making you leak all over his hand as he curls his fingers inside your plush walls, coaxing out a throbbing orgasm from you. 

“Such a sweet little thing for me,” You hear him murmur, watching as your face twists with pleasure, and he can see the slight worry in your eyes as he fucks you with his fingers. “My baby is taking me so well already.” 

But can you take his cock? 

Fuck—what if it’s too big? 

It must be—his fingers are already too much for you—his dick will be nearly impossible to fit inside you. 

“You think you can be good and take my cock?” You whine, feeling heady and muddy as he pins both of your hands above your head on the bed, while his other hand continues to twist and curl inside you, his thumb pressing and rubbing your swollen clit. “I want to feel my favourite pussy, sweetheart.” 

But you suck in a shaky breath, eyes wide and scared because you know you can’t fit all of him in, and he chuckles breathlessly as he kisses your lips so softly, making you melt against him. 

“Don’t be scared,” He kisses your cheek, then gives your trembling lower lip a gentle pull with his mouth, trying to get you relaxed as he strums his fingers through your sopping folds, his voice low and deceptively soothing. “I’ll be gentle with you, okay?” 

He always is—and that’s the thing. 

No matter how gentle he tries to be—he still ends up stretching you so wide that you think you might actually split in half, the sting of him inside you being too much that you cry sometimes.

He kisses you, and reassures you, hand running up and down your body to spread goosebumps all over your skin. 

Then he’s pushing his pants off to let his fat cock bounce free—it lands on your belly, all hot and heavy, and your breath hitches as electricity sparks through your body—and your heart rate doubles with every passing moment, just waiting for him to stuff you with his cock. 

“Relax for me,” He says while guiding his dick to slide between your plush pussy, letting your slick folds hug his length and coat them in juices as he rocks his hips—his cock head bumping against your clit every time his hips are flushed against yours. 

“You feel that, baby?” Your lashes flutter, your eyes half-lidded as he works you up, making your cunt pulse as he glides his heavy cock over it. “You’re gonna be so good and fit all of me, okay?” 

You gulp, but you still nod—because you want to be good for him. 

You want to feel him and make him feel good. 

And he watches you, focused, taking in every twitch of your features as he slowly pushes the head of his dick inside you—his eyes alight with heat when he sees the way your mouth pops open with a gasp, already feeling the intense stretch of him. 

“You’re okay, baby,” he shushes you, sliding his hands under your thighs to guide them around his waist, and you whine as you hook your arms around his neck, bringing him closer, sloppily kissing him as he waits for you to adjust. “You feel so tight already—fuck—”

He groans, his voice vibrating against you, and you begin to breathe heavily as he pushes his fat cock into you—making you feel every agonizing inch as your pussy struggles to swallow him whole. 

“I—“ Your sentence gets cut short as you choke, already feeling him in your lungs and he’s only halfway in, “I can’t—”

“You can,” One of his hands comes up to swipe a fallen tear on your cheek with his thumb, while his other hand pins you to the bed by the waist. “I know you can, baby, you always did before.”

Which is true—you always did but—

It’s just so fucking big—holy shit—

You bite your lip, and your eyes squeeze shut as you try your hardest to relax—your fluids being pushed out as he lodges his dick inside your warm, plush walls, causing a wet mess all over your thighs and bed. 

You hold him as if you’re clinging onto dear life—taking all of him as he kisses you through it—until his hips finally press against your ass, his cock so deep that your limbs grow numb and you swear you can orgasm already. 

“There you go, sweetheart,” He purrs, waiting a moment as your pussy throbs around him, feeling abused and soaked, and he smiles down at you so achingly soft. “Taking me all like a good girl for me.” 

Then he pulls back—

“Oh god—” And you keen when he rocks his hips forward, sliding his cock along your walls, and he sets a pace of fucking you—getting you wet and your eyes to roll back as he becomes greedy with your pussy. 

“Look, baby,” He grunts, thrusting his cock in and out, his length coming out slick and creamy from your arousal, and he grips your face—fingers squishing your cheeks—to make you look down. “Look how well you’re taking me.” 

Your vision is foggy, you’re barely able to comprehend anything except for the dick inside your sore cunt, and you blink blearily as you try to look at what he wants you to see and—

Fuck.

You watch the way his cock disappears into your pussy, his girth forcing its way into you—and you let out a shaky breath at the way you’re taking it all in. 

Just like he said you would. 

“Told you I’ll make it fit, sweetheart, I always do,” You hear him murmur, and you force yourself to relax into a ragged breath as your limps melt into the mattress beneath you.

You feel like you’re being split in half as he fucks you over and over, bringing you higher and higher until you’re cumming all over him—gushing out liquid as you squirt on his cock with a wet moan, his name on your tongue—

And he takes good care of you throughout it all. His aftercare overwhelms you with cuddles of love and affirmation.

He loves you too much, anyway.

End.

Bokuto, Oikawa, Ushijima, Atsumu, Suna, Gojo, Choso, Sakusa, Geto, Sukuna, Nanami, Akaza, Oda, Kuroo, Hinata, plus any of your fav characters ♡

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"Boys don't cry"

He's heard those words ever since he was a little kid. The people around him always told him how he needed to be a "big boy", and big boys never cry.

He didn't cry when he scraped his knee on the slide. He didn't cry when he got his first failling grade. He didn't cry when things went badly in his life. He was sure his tear glands weren't even working at this point.

He never cries. He's a big boy. Big boys don't cry.

So why does he feel his cheeks wet when he sees you dressed in white?

Why does he feel like breaking down into tears while you make your way to the altar, smile radiant as ever and holding a big, pretty flower bouquet?

Why does he keep blinking his eyes as you approach him and link your hands with his? And why is his vision getting blurred when he realized you were soon to share the same last name?

It then dawned on him.

He wasn't a boy. He wasn't a big boy, either. He was a man.

And when the priest finally says: "You may kiss the bride" and he finally lets the tears fall freely as your mouths get closer, he realized he learned something today.

Boys don't cry, but men do.

And he was a man. Your man. And he would gladly cry in front of the whole world if it meant keeping that title.

TODOROKI SHOTO, Bakugou Katsuki, Kunigami Rensuke, REO MIKAGE (even tho he cried when Nagi left him lol), SENDOU SHUTO, Rin Itoshi, Megumi Fushiguro, Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, ATSUMU MIYA, KAGEYAMA TOBIO, Oikawa Tooru, IWAIZUMI HAJIME, Kuroo Tetsuro, Ushijima Wakatoshi, KITA SHINSUKE + your favs!

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