#atsumu x reader smut

[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.”

[tiza0925]

Idk if you take requests but Hinata,Tsukishima, Or Atsumu with an S/o that has a choking kink?? You can write however you want (u dont have to take this req, if u dont want to) :))

how about all three hq men ♡ i loved this prompt, ty for the request anon 

Wrap your fingers around my neck | 18+

Warnings/Tags: nsfw, afab/female!reader, riding, lap sex, raw sex, kissing, praise kink, creampie, finger sucking, degradation kink, dirty talk, pussy eating, squirting, petnames, fingering, needy!Atsumu, pussy slapping, kitchen counter sex, choking kink ♡ SET IN A TIMELINE WHERE ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED-UP AND OVER 18 YEARS

Pairings:  Hinata Shouyou x Female Reader, Tsukishima Kei x Female Reader, & Miya Atsumu x Female Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Hinata

It was an honest accident. 

Hinata didn’t mean to do it—and you genuinely did not think he would follow along after but—

Hinata always loses himself a little whenever he kisses you. 

He can’t help it. 

Your lips feel so nice and soft against his. You taste so good when he licks his tongue inside your mouth and fuck—the little moans you make against him get his head all hazy, and he just wants his hands all over you—

“Shit,” Hinata murmurs, his breathing a little heavy as he pulls on your lower lip with his mouth, and his hands roam up your thighs, the curve of your hips, the dip of your waist—touching you everywhere while you sit on his lap, straddling him, as he sits up against the bed frame. “So pretty, angel.” 

You let out a shaky breath against his mouth, and you grind your hips towards him—pulling out a hiss from Hinata as his cock moves inside you. 

“Keep going, baby,” Hinata groans when you roll your hips again, and you gasp as his cock hits against your g-spot while your clit rubs against his exposed skin, and you dig your fingers into his broad, muscled shoulders for support. 

“Just like that,” Hinata’s hands are squeezing your ass, holding your hips, grabbing your tits—they’re everywhere and he can’t seem to control it when he’s like this. 

He just loves how you feel under the palm of his hand—maybe just a bit more than a volleyball—and his head is in the clouds as your pussy swallows him so perfectly, taking his thick cock like you always do, that he—

He doesn’t realize that one of his hands has moved further up to graze over your collarbone and shoulders. 

He’s too busy focusing on how sinful your tongue feels gliding against his. 

How your pussy is so damn wet—you’re dripping all over his dick—and god, you’re tight, that he’s so close to exploding—

Hinata doesn’t realize that his hand is near your neck—your skin is so soft and nice under his hand that everywhere feels the same—

It’s why he mindlessly circles his fingers around the base of your neck when his palm is there—he just needs his entire hand to feel you.

And you suck in a sharp breath as the feel of long, strong, and thick fingers curl around your throat—so hot and firm—and that’s Hinata freezes. 

Shit. 

He’s ready to apologize profusely—his fingers are already beginning to uncurl from your neck—because he didn’t mean to hold you that way but—

But then he hears you let out a moan—small, shaky, and wanting—and you buck your hips up against him, kissing him more feverishly, causing Hinata’s eyes to droop and roll back, a small groan ripping out of him when he realizes—

You liked that. 

“Yeah?” Hinata breathes out in response to your moan, and his fingers stay where they are—just a little hesitant with the pressure—as you ride him, your lashes fluttering as his heavy hand sits around your throat. “You liked that, didn’t you?” 

You nod, eyelids feeling heavy, and Hinata lets loose a low breath, shaking his head and smirking as he kisses you, murmuring against your red lips. “Should’ve told me you like that sooner, baby.” 

Because now that he knows you like having his hand around your throat like that—

“Would’ve made that pretty little head of yours all dizzy a long time ago,” Hinata rolls his hips up as he says that, shoving his cock a little deeper until you swear you feel it in your guts, causing you to gasp with a wet moan, and he puts a little more pressure on the sides of your neck with the pads of his finger—his eyes focused on yours. “Is that okay, angel?” 

More than okay—fuck, your head feels a little more light-headed now. 

You can still breathe, but the pressure around your throat brings out a blurry fog around the edges of your vision, and your cunt clenches around Hinata’s cock—making him groan—as your fluids leak out, getting him all wet and messy from how heated you are. 

It’s so overwhelming and you love it. 

You nod, moving your hips in tandem with his—languid rolls as his dick rubs your g-spot over and over, bringing you higher and tighter and hotter for your orgasm—

“Good girl,” Hinata praises, breathless, and uses his hold around your throat to pull you in closer—letting him kiss you like he’s greedy for your mouth as he licks and sucks and nips until you feel all woozy from it—then he moves to brush his mouth against the shell of your ear, his voice throaty as he pushes his hips up. “Can you cum for me like this, baby?”

Your pussy throbs around the girth of him when you feel his fingers press against the sides of your throat a little more, his hold around the most vulnerable part of you feeling possessive like he can own you if he wanted to. 

And you trust him enough to give it if he asks.

Your lips part with soft breaths being punched out with every buck of his hips, fucking you to make your mind melt, and he grazes his teeth against your earlobe—your heart leaping in your throat when he gently squeezes your neck, testing it until you moan in approval, losing yourself to how full you feel from his dick. “I want you to make a mess, angel, you always look so pretty when you do.” 

God—

It only takes a few more pumps of his cock inside you, your walls sucking him in, while your puffy clit rubs against your stomach until your orgasm ripples through you—your mouth hanging open with a silent moan as you gush around Hinata’s cock, legs tensing and back arching as your vision goes blurry and white as he keeps his hands where they are. “Fuck—so good for me, baby, look at you—”

He fucks you through it, nearing his orgasm as you pulse around him, and Hinata cums with a guttural groan—sticky cum spurting into your plush walls—

And his hand stays around your throat the entire time—holding and pinning you in place just the way you like it. 

Tsukishima

It’s not news to him that you like the feeling of his hand around your throat. 

He’s been playing around with the idea for a while, now, whenever he’s touching you—just in subtle ways. 

Whenever he kisses you, he places his hand just above your collarbone—not fully on your neck, but the tease is there—and slots his lips between yours with a sigh. 

Or it’s when you two are out in public and it’s a little too busy and you easily become lost in the crowd—Tsukishima guides you with his hand wrapping delicately against your nape, keeping you close while he has you in his hold. 

He always picked up on the way you reacted whenever he touched you there. 

How blown your pupils would get. 

How your breath would hitch with your lips parting with a small intake of breath. 

How dazed you would look in the eyes—making him feel just a little smug about finding out a little secret about you that he definitely plans to use one night. 

It’s when he’s got you lying on the bed all pretty for him—looking up at him with starry eyes as he pumps two of his fingers in and out of your drenched pussy—with his other hand caressing your cheek, his thumb teasing your lower lip. 

And he’s smirking down at you—in his usual lackadaisical way— with one of his knees sitting between your bent legs as he presses the pad of his thumb down onto your lower lip to pry your mouth open. “You always need something to suck on, don’t you?”

He teases you, his voice low and mirthful, and all it does is make your pussy clench as you moan—rolling your tongue out to flick it at his thumb before wrapping your warm mouth around it, your cheeks hollowing as you give his thumb a slow, indulgent suck.

“Shit,” It’s the way you keep eye contact with him as your head moves, leaving his thumb shiny with your saliva as you suck it, that sends heat down to his cock, making him feel light in the head. “You’re a needy little thing, you know.” 

You make a sound that’s similar to a moan around his thumb, and your eyes flutter, going half-mast, as you bob your head and swirl your tongue around his thumb as if it was his cock instead. 

And Tsukishima can’t help it—you look so desperate like this, your back arching against his hovering body, looking up at him so obediently, with your tits all perked up and nipples pert and pretty as you leak all over his hand—

It’s filthy and you—

“A perfect little slut,” Tsukishima lets those words slip out, a groan in his throat, and you choke a little with a whimper when you feel him press his thumb into your mouth a bit deeper, affection lacing his rather filthy words.

And you moan—low and wanting—when you hear him call you that, and Tsukishima can’t help but chuckle darkly as he leans in a little closer, his head tilting almost mockingly as he watches you with desire and affection. “Yeah?”

He curls his fingers to rub your spongey g-spot, his palm pressing against your swollen little clit for friction that sends heat up your tummy and chest. “You like being a little slut for me, sweetheart?” 

Fuck. 

“Looking like the mess that you are just because of me,” Tsukishima hums, his voice low. “You can hear just how soaked you are, you know.” 

You whine around his thumb as your orgasm balances at the edge—ready to combust with how tight your muscles feel—and you nod. 

God—you’re too perfect for him. 

He can’t help the small smile that threatens to creep up on him, trying to focus on making you cum—for the second time tonight—on his fingers before he finally fucks you the way you both need him to and—

And then his eyes widen a little, turning more amorous when his eyes briefly flit down to your exposed throat—

“…You can get a little more messy for me, right baby?” It’s not a question. 

Just a warning worded more sweetly. 

Because before you even get a chance to respond to him—

You feel his thumb slip out of your mouth—making a wet popping sound with your spit connecting a thin, clear string from your mouth to his thumb, leaving you gasping for air—

Only for it to be partially taken away again when you feel long, calloused fingers gently wrap around the area just beneath your jawline—and your eyes widen as you look at him, your breath catching, and he watches you with a knowing look behind his eyes. 

Like he knows that no matter what—you’ll trust him.

And he’s not wrong—you do. 

Enough to let your eyes immediately soften into submission, your lips wet from your saliva, and you let out a small moan as you tilt your chin up—giving him more room for his fingers to hold and cover. 

It brings out a hiss from him, low and breathy, and you see the way things primarily shift in his eyes when you begin to pant, moving your hips as he fucks you with his fingers—encouraging him to push harder and make you lose your mind. 

And god—he listens almost instantly as he squeezes the sides of your neck a little more, and you moan as you get a little hazy in the head, your limbs loose as his fingers move inside you. 

“Fuck, look at you,” Tsukishima lets out a small breath that’s almost a chuckle, and he watches you with his dick throbbing as you let him take the weakest part of your body into his own hands to play with. 

Giving him that trust that gets him all heady and needy to just—

To just kiss you and fuck you and take all of you until all you feel, smell, taste, and hear is him. 

“Always so good for me, sweetheart.” 

He grinds his palm against your clit with more pressure, moving it in circles as his fingers get swallowed by your pulsing walls—and then he’s pressing his fingers into your pulse points a little more, slowly playing with your ability to breathe, feeling his hand heavy around your neck until—

“Oh fuck—Kei—shit—”

You gasp, shaky, and your lower spine draws tight when your eyes get blurry from the brief lack of air—and that seems to snap something deep within you as you cum furiously around his fingers, spasming and gasping with your senses turning numb—

“Just like that, baby—get all nasty for me—“

Tsukishima finger fucks you through it, watching with dark eyes as he loosens up his fingers around your throat—and clear fluids squirt out of your sopping pussy with every thrust of his wrist inside you.

You end up gushing fluids all over the bed and his thighs—but Tsukishima doesn’t care. 

He’s too wound up and high on watching you cum on him to care about how sticky everything is—

It’ll only get messier once he gets his dick inside you anyway. 

You cry, coming down from your high as air rushes into your lungs after your orgasm—your pussy clenching hard from wave after wave of pleasure—

“I’m going to fuck you now, okay?” You hear him breathe that out. “And fill you up just how you like it.” 

You’re still too out of it to respond with anything other than a languid nod, feeling light and a puddle of fire at the same time as he kisses you so achingly soft that you melt against him. 

Atsumu

If he isn’t spending his time practicing or playing volleyball—

Miya Atsumu’s idea of using his time effectively is by having his hands and mouth on and all over you.

Specifically being able to bury his face in between your plush thighs—with his mouth and tongue pressed against your cunt. 

It’s what he’s doing right now as he’s got you bent over the island counter in your kitchen—while he’s on his knees behind you, hands gripping onto your upper thighs to hold you in place, with his tongue running a wide strip from your clit to your hole. 

“God—‘Sumu, you couldn’t have waited—?” 

You moan with a small whine as he sucks on your folds, tongue dipping in and jaw working as he makes out with your pussy from behind. 

“Sorry, baby,” Atsumu is breathing heavily when he pulls back, and he wets his lips as he slides his hands up to squeeze your ass—massaging it before using his hold on them to spread them apart, giving him easier access to your cunt.

And his eyes go half-lidded, his cock hardening in his pants, at the sight of your spit-slicked and soaked folds. “Can’t help it.”

Then he dives back in, jaw slack as his tongue licks your pussy like he’s thirsty for it, and you whine at how embarrassingly close you are to your orgasm already. 

“Ya looked so good in that skirt,” Atsumu murmurs against you, undulating his tongue against your clit before pushing the tip of his tongue through your drooling slit—

And he moans. 

He actually moans while he eats you out—like he’s just so desperate to have his mouth on you, determined to get you utterly soaked as your juices trickle down his chin and your thighs from how much he’s gotten you worked up. 

“Couldn’ wait,” Atsumu pants, swallowing before pushing his tongue further to lick your sensitive clit—flicking it with his tongue until he has you tensing and your thighs squeezing around his face. ‘Fuck—baby, so good—”

A whimper escapes your throat, and you rest your forehead against your arms that are on the counter, pushing your hips back to fuck yourself on his face until that ball of heat explodes in between your legs—and your orgasm throbs through you. 

Liquid heat spreads through your body, and you moan through it all as Atsumu licks and sucks and eats, groaning so low and needy, until your clit twitches with oversensitivity and you’re whining. 

“So pretty f’me,” You hear him mutter, sounding drunk off the taste of your cunt, and your entire body jolts as a sharp gasp slips through your parted lips when you feel a slap against your sopping folds. 

And Atsumu’s head spins when he stands back up—his eyes focused on the way your arousal drools down from your pussy lips, a thin string of clear fluid running down to the floor and—

“God damn, baby, ya drooling.” Two of his fingers strum your slit, getting his fingers all nice and shiny and creamy from your orgasm, feeling your cute little cunt pulse around them. 

Then—

You choke out a broken gasp when he slaps your pussy again, hearing the wet smack against his hand, and Atsumu’s voice comes out in a low drawl right after. “Turn around, love.” 

Your legs buckle when you do—your movements slow with that ache still there between your legs—

But Atsumu is right there—guiding you with gentle touches over your legs and hips—and the moment you’re facing him—

He gives you one, heated look—his eyes lowered and so murky with desire—before he captures your lips with his, and you exhale a sharp breath through your nose when you can taste yourself in his mouth. 

God. 

You kiss him back, though, a little sloppy with how muddled your head is, and you make these tiny sounds that Atsumu eagerly swallows up—while his hands move to squeeze your ass, then move down until they’re at the back of your thighs and—

“Lift up for me,” He mumbles against your mouth, and you follow almost immediately—one leg moving to wrap around his waist after the other—and you use your hold around his neck for support, kissing him with a small grunt when he lifts you to sit your ass on the edge of the counter. 

It causes the cool surface to brush against your bare pussy, pulling out a gasp from you, and Atsumu breathes heavily against you as he grinds his clothed bulge—god, it’s so fucking big—against your pussy, making you all dizzy with it. “‘M gonna fuck you, okay?” 

He kisses you again, his rough hands running up and spreading goosebumps over your legs until they just reach the part where your hips and thighs meet. “And you gonn’ take it like a good girl f’me, yeah?” 

You whimper with a small nod, kissing him and bucking your hips back at him almost impatiently. 

“Say it, baby.” 

Shit—

“O-okay,” You breathe out, too high off the bliss of your post-orgasm to care about the fact that he’s going to fuck you raw—

You don’t even realize he doesn’t have a condom on until he’s pulling his pants and underwear down to let his dick bounces free, and it slaps against your upper thigh—feeling so heavy and hot and smooth and—

Exposed—with his pre-cum leaking from the fat tip and onto your leg, making more of a mess on you. 

“Good,” Atsumu praises you, kissing you as he slides his thick cock through your pussy folds, getting it all nice and wet, before sliding in—pushing the fat tip through your hole so easily and he’s bottoming out in one, fluid motion. “So fuckin’ good, darlin’.” 

Your eyes roll back, and your legs around him tighten as he pulls out—only to roll his hips against you, making you feel the heat of his skin flush against yours as he fucks his cock into your needy walls. 

He fucks you with his hands pinning you down to the counter by your hips—making your body jolt with every thrust—and tiny, wet moans get punched out of you as your mouth hovers against his. 

It causes your juices to gush out with every rock of his hips, making a mess on the counter, as loud and wet squelches fill the kitchen to show just how wrecked you are. 

And it all just adds to the feverish warmth that’s flooding your clit and lower belly—that tension building until it’s ready to snap again with every brush against your g-spot and—

And you don’t realize the fingers around your throat until you feel a slight pressure in your head, and heat pressing against the sides of your neck. 

And when your eyes—all wide and glossy—flit up to meet Atsumu’s—

He’s already looking right at you, watching you, focused to see your reaction—as if he’s waiting for you to tell him to stop—while still fucking your sensitive pussy. 

But you don’t. 

Instead, you let out a moan in approval, your eyelids dropping in response, and your cunt clenches around his girth as you kiss him softly, panting against his mouth with a soft mutter. “Harder.” 

And god—hearing that does astronomical things to his head and dick. 

“Fuck,” You feel his groan vibrate against you, all low and throaty, as his fingers grow firmer around your delicate throat—and his pace picks up as he starts to get needier for your sweet pussy. “Don’ think ‘mma last long, baby.”

He doesn’t let you respond.

Not when he’s quick to hitch your legs higher—and he uses his hold around your throat to push you down until your back is flat against the counter’s surface, and your eyes blow wide with a woosh of your breath escaping your lungs. 

“Ya think you can keep all f’me inside you, sweetheart?” He asks, voice so sweet and cooing as if he isn’t fucking your guts and making you choke as his body hovers over you, and he’s smirking down at you as he takes in just how good his hand looks around your neck. 

“I want this pretty lil pussy to get messy, kay?” 

Your eyes roll back when the pressure under your jawline grows, making you feel light-headed, and—

You should feel somewhat alarmed with how easily he can choke you. 

To hold the power over your body just like that—with no effort whatsoever. 

He’s stronger than you.

So much bigger than you. 

And his hands and fingers are dominating and heavy but—

But all you do is look up at him in submission, all hazy and eyes shiny with lust as your fingers wrap around his wrist as support, laying there and taking his cock as another orgasm rips out of you. 

You trust him to never hurt you—to take things too far. 

He’s always knew just how far to take things with you—to dance on that delicate line of risk and pleasure for you. 

It only takes another few strokes inside you, your g-spot overstimulated, for you to cum around him, electrified and feel like you’re floating as he fucks your pussy—all puffy and abused as it squirts so much on his dick and the counter—

And nothing but the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin fills your ears, and your entire body shakes when Atsumu moans so desperately against you.

And his hand never leaves your throat, even as he kisses every inch of your face to soothe and praise you while you cry from your orgasm—and he’s following soon after with his hot cum filling you up till your pussy is leaking both of your fluids everywhere. 

Getting you all messy like he said you would. 

end ♡

Masterpost

[kurooh]

Heyy I love your works!! Can I get some praise kink works with husband! Kuroo, atsumu and ushijima ?? 🥹🥹

TO BE LOVED IS TO BE.. PRAISED ! — HAIKYUU

⊹₊˚. featuring miya atsumu, kuroo tetsurou, & ushijima wakatoshi lovin’ on and praising their beautiful wife in bed.

warnings: 18+ content — mdni, fem! reader, breeding, one squirt, intimacy, praise, mirror sex, creampies, pet names, fluff, lingerie.

xoxo, juno: HI i hope u see this it’s been a few months 🥲 i loved writing atsumu’s he’s so cute

MIYA ATSUMU.

“haah, i fuckin’ love it when ya get dressed up like this, baby. ya always take such good care of me.” atsumu’s fingers smooth over the thin material of your lace thigh highs, his most favorite kind of lingerie to see you in. your soft legs are splayed out on either side of him as you bounce on his cock, squirming whenever his tip kisses your cervix.

he’s huge, easily stretching you out and filling you up just right. atsumu’s never been afraid to be vocal with you, but tonight he seems to be much louder than usual . .

a stream of curses falls from his lips like it’s nothing, and his nails dig into the skin of your hips, leaving indents shaped like crescent moons. “ngh, don’t—please don’t stop.”

“sensitive much?” you giggle, feeling a lot less tired now that he’s used your favorite word. in a heartbeat, you’re moving more deliberately, rolling your hips forward and nosing at the tender skin of his neck. with a moan, atsumu pulls you close and lolls his head over your shoulder, giving you any and all access. 

“jus’ a long day, angel,” he breathes out, clawing at your skin when you press open mouthed kisses to the column of his neck, occasionally nipping at the damp spots. “did ya know ya always make ‘em better?”

“mmm, you said the same thing about your salt baths,” you tease, lightly tracing the curve of his jaw with your tongue, pulling a groan of both pleasure and ire from the depths of his chest. 

“ugh, y’know what i mean,” he rolls his eyes even though you can’t see him, “i don’t look forward ta them like i do ta seein’ ya.”

“tsumu,” you say, borderline moan, and a shiver ripples through his body and makes his balls clench. “i was about to say the same thing, you keep reading my mind.”

you’re both on the same wavelength — which is why your pace quickens, much like his heart, without him having to say anything to you. gingerly, your fingers slip into the gold tufts of his hair and your nails lightly rake across his scalp. it’s when you pull hard that he lets out something between a whimper and a whine, teeth scraping over your shoulder as he searches for something to bite down on.

atsumu’s neck absorbs your own sounds of lewd delight as you ride him into oblivion, trying your hardest not to stop despite the burn in your thighs or the racing of your heart. you gasp sharply when his cock twitches deep inside your cunt and he grips your hips hard, holding you in place as he moans incoherently into your shoulder.

you pull him back by his hair and then into a kiss, your lips muffling his frantic gasps. whatever he said or tried to say is unimportant, because he ends up cumming abruptly, spilling white against your cervix. atsumu’s muscular back heaves as he struggles for breath, the entirety of his body covered in a glistening sheen of sweat that you can’t help but think about licking off.

“tsumu?” you ask gently, fingers lightly scrabbling at the nape of his neck, “you okay?”

he weakly hugs you closer, breathing heavily as he comes down from his high. “god, ‘m definitely gonna be dreamin’ about that,” for a moment, he pauses to kiss away the cooling spit on the slope of your shoulder and lets out a sigh. “jus’ wanna stay like this for a minute, angel. missed ya a lot today.”

KUROO TETSUROU.

“that’s my girl,” tetsurou coos, voice low and lustful, “swear you were made to take my cock just like this, sweetheart.”

clap, clap, clap. the crude smack of skin against skin grows louder, filling the room and inevitably pissing off the neighbors—tetsurou’s always loved to show off, and his most favorite ways to do so are by taking you to office gatherings or like this . . your wrists are bound together by his favorite silk tie for work and you’re sobbing out his name so loudly you’re drowning out the sounds of the bed.

you’re too cock drunk to even think about what flies past your lips. “o-of course i was, tetsu, ‘m all fuckin’ yours.”

he chuckles, bringing a hand down hard against your asscheek. your babbling is cute, but you’re burying yourself in the mussed sheets and making it difficult for him to hear you the way he expects to. that slap stings, and heat licks at the spot where his wedding band came down against your skin, but you don’t do anything other than arch your back and moan.

lithely, tetsurou leans forward over you and slips his hand beneath your chin, cupping your jaw as he lifts your head up and makes you look at the full length mirror that’s set in front of the bed. a dazed glance shows you the fucked out expression on your face and the makeup that’s smudged every which way.

“just look at you,” he chokes out, squeezing your hips as his dark eyes rake over you like he can’t get enough, “i love it—i fuckin’ love it when you’re archin’ like that, so damn pretty.”

tetsurou’s compliments are saccharine and raw whenever he’s inside you, full of filthy appreciativeness as your needy cunt sucks him deeper. he’s practically in your stomach now, taking the saying of ‘rearranging your guts’ almost too literally—it’s impossible to complain, especially when you’re too busy drooling while your eyes roll back in bliss.

“oh, fuck—t-tetsu, ‘m close,” the wet squelches of your pussy grow louder as he jackhammers his cock right into the soft, spongy spot inside of you that always reduces you to a mess without fail. his eyes lock onto you in the mirror as tremors roll through your body like surface waves, your face crumpling at the ecstasy licking at each and every one of your limbs. “ah, right there—oh, oh my goddd, ‘m gonna cum!”

in an instant, tetsurou snakes his hand over your shoulder and wraps his fingers around your neck, firmly pulling your body back against him. breathlessly, he groans into your ear and the sound only makes your heart pound harder, “wifey’s gonna cum all over me, huh?”

you nod frantically, arching against him as your short breaths shift into pitched gasps.

“let me feel you, honey,” warmth ghosts over the shell of your ear as his grip tightens just a fraction, “but i want those pretty eyes to stay open, ‘kay? watch yourself in the mirror like a good girl.”

so you do, even though your eyelids flutter a few times and an influx of tears blurs your vision. like a vice, your walls squeeze down on his cock as if they’re trying to milk him for everything he’s got—it almost works, but he drags in a harsh breath and barely holds it together. he’s got no other choice but to bite down hard on his lip when he feels you gushing waterfalls, soaking his skin with your delicious slick. but, tetsurou isn’t ready to give this up yet, not when he’s having this much fun watching the best porno that’s ever blessed his eyes.

you’re out of breath and entirely limp, voice cracking when you try to say his name. “hold—hold on, i need to sit down.”

an infuriating pout plays on his lips when you look into the mirror, and he takes the opportunity to diligently switch into an easier position where you’re sitting on top of his cock, thighs on either side of his hips. “better, baby?”

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI.

“you didn’t have to, ah, do all that,” you gasp, voice breaking and eyes fluttering shut as the languid thrusts of his cock seem to reach your lungs, “‘toshi, how long were you planning everything?”

wakatoshi chuckles breathlessly, pressing his sweaty forehead to yours. soft, small bits of baby hair stick to his skin, but he’s too focused on you to pay it any mind. “sweetheart, that doesn’t matter. it’s our second anniversary, of course i’d go all out.”

your back arches off the bed, and your hardened nipples press into his own. he’s never been so fulfilled by anyone before—not by friends, or family. not like this. you’re his everything, his favorite part of the day and the person he’d choose over everyone else. in the background, the bed creaks faintly, barely audible over the smooth music that pours into the room from a small speaker. 

it looks like the most romantic scene in a movie, of course it does—wakatoshi’s still as in love with you as he was the first time you went out on a date together, all those years ago.

“i wish you could see how beautiful you look right now,” a warm whisper ghosts against your lips before he gives you a kiss, swallowing your answer and the soft moans that follow it. “mmm, my lovely wife. i’ve been waiting all day to touch you, darling.”

even this far into your relationship with him, your cheeks still get hot when those endearing petnames roll off his tongue—it’s intimate, a gesture that leaves no question about the fact that his heart is entirely yours. 

“toshi,” you whine, nails digging into his muscular shoulders, “y-you’re gonna make me cum again, it’s—”

“i was about to say the same, honey,” he groans, tucking his face into your neck and inhaling your scent, “we’re not done, this time i want to—ngh, i want to put a baby in you.”

something delightful flashes behind olive green eyes, and he thinks of you, swollen all from carrying his child. he can’t help but picture walking around with you and everyone knowing that you’re his just from one glance. maybe it’s the baby fever talking or his well-known possessive streak, but wakatoshi’s lost in the fantasy of it all, abs clenching and hips faltering against your own as inescapable ecstasy licks at his limbs.

a sob of his name bursts out of you as you abruptly cum all over his cock, cunt sucking him deeper and gripping him like a vice. he grips your hips to keep you close, and you’re already on it, reading his mind with ease: your legs lock around his waist and draw him in, your own way of telling him you want the same thing he does.

wakatoshi spills inside you while you’re shaking, hot ribbons of cum gushing against your awaiting cervix. even as you thrash beneath him, he firmly holds you in place with his own weight and rocks his hips into you to push his load impossibly deeper. he murmurs sweet, sexy nothings into your ear and feels his eyes roll back when you thread your fingers through his hair. “sweetheart, you’re jus’ so damn perfect,” wakatoshi’s heart pounds even harder in his ears, “i need to—fuck, i have to fill you up again and again . . ”

[cvnt4him]

anyways, pssy eatersss🗣️🗣️

js imagine him burying himself in your cunt, forcing your legs open as you reflexively try to shut them around his head. The relentless assault on your clit, tongue licking long slow stripes up and down your cunt his rough tongue sending tingles up your body. The way he groans in your cunt as he inhales your fresh scent, his fingers substitute for the lack of attention. He uses one hand to apply pressure on your tummy holding down your lower stomach letting his thumb gently rub it. His other hand plunging how ever many fingers he can inside of you to stretch you out for what's coming next, you groan and throw your head back that pleases him. Seeing you feeling good and feeling your walls tighten around his fingers and tongue, so fucking sexy to him. Your cunt squeezes around his fingers making him chuckle as he lets his tongue work with his fingers inside of you. He messily makes out with your pussy slurping his fingers and delving them right back inside. His hot breaths over your aching pussy making you squirm, he loves the mewls that escape you chuckling below and making eye contact with you cooing to you from below telling you how good you are for him, how sweet you taste and how he would love to eat you everyday that he could. You're his favorite girl in the world and he wants you to feel good so for now his fingers n tongue, next his thick bulging cock.

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MHA → bakugou katsuki, KIRISHIMA EJIROU, tenya iida, shinsou hitoshi, silently aizawa + your fav!

HQ → BOKUTO KOTAROU, KUROO TETSURO, daichi sawamura, hinata shoyou, atsumu Miya (?) iwaizumi hajime(??) oikawa unfortunately + your fav!

[forusomimiya]

Atsumu moans like a slut. It's a fact.

He knows that his moans, high or low, create a swirl in your belly, reminding you of how weak you are every time you hear them. Inevitable to hear even though they are a perfect fucking melody, so well intoned, that when they enter your ear, they send a shock straight to your pussy and you, clearly, can only moan in response.

“Ahh darling... so tight you can't stop moaning every time you take me. So much - shit - s-so much you missed me? Huh?"

His moans have become long and drawn out, like torture, sweet torture. Your vision blurs as you find you can't concentrate and you stop resisting the beautiful guttural sound Atsumu sings in your ear.

"Mhmmm babe close... ‘m so - so close nngh shit- hah...so close to fill you up, make you mine... ’cause you want it, don't you? You - want me s-so, soo bad?

You nod, entwining your legs around his waist and urging him to pick up the pace before with a muted warning, making Atsumu to struggle to hold on to the squeeze on his cock, he knows you're cumming with him.

"Yeah - yeah that's it... cum with me pretty girl, remember who - fuck- you belong to. Sing it on my ears, ah~”

[a-kaash-me-outside]

the walls are thin - ch8

in which atsumu is your college neighbor with whom you share a wall. previous | ch8 | EPILOGUE [masterlist]

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a look into this chapter: 18+ minors dni omg more smut, confessions, last chapter hey!, mentions of hard scratches/blood, soft fucking, fucking with feelings, the end all takes place in atsumu's little room, afab she/her pronouns

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sight is the last sense to come to you. 

first, it’s the touch of the grip on your waist; it’s the sensation that stirs you awake. it’s tight around you, strong and tense as if any sort of laxity would cause you to slip out of it. your bare back is pressed up against a beating chest and you’re surrounded by warmth. 

then it’s the smell, that familiarly clean scent that isn’t just in front of you, soft blankets bunched up underneath the side of your head, it’s behind you, it’s under you, it’s above you, weaved within the fabric of the sheets and wafting off of the skin that’s all around you.

the sound is apparent next, introduced softly, gradually, tiny piece by tiny piece like an hourglass that only lets one grain of sand through at a time, and then a constant in your ears, not overwhelming or loud, but there. the inhale and exhale, tiny breaths of air that could barely make a candle flicker. the soft hum of the fan, the faintest chirping of birds, the rustling of the covers.

then it’s taste, an unfamiliar one lingering on your lips, heavy on your tongue. it’s almost jarring at first, this foreign, though not unwelcome, taste that you can’t quite put your finger on. it causes you to stir a bit more than the rest of the realizations, not as steady or recognized or easy. the second that you move to turn over, body already in motion, everything’s already come rushing back. 

you remember every single event from last night and the taste becomes just another sense that you get to file under familiar and comforting. 

your eyes flutter open, blink a few soft times, and then remain half-lidded as you take in the scene in front of you. all of atsumu’s features rendered gentle, peaceful from this blissful sleep he’s found himself in, his bangs covering his eyes in a way that doesn’t really bother him in the state he’s in, lips slightly parted, jaw lax, soft pink on his cheeks from your body heat and the mountain of covers, eyelashes flittering as you let out a surprised exhale at just how incredible he looks right now. 

sure, all five of your senses are important, but you would give up the remaining four if it meant being able to see this every morning. 

part of you is begging to wake him up, to talk about last night, to talk about what it all means, to hear his voice again, to ask if you can kiss him again, to kiss him again, but another part of you thinks… what’s the rush? why not just lay here for a few more minutes? 

you extend your arm out, let it fall against the small dip of his waist, curl your fingers against his lower back, and pull yourself closer. you bow your head into his chest. forehead resting against his heart, you can feel every single beat like a metronome. and then sleep takes you once more, no longer kicking and screaming, but happily submitting this time. 

sight is the last thing that comes to atsumu. 

first, it’s the sound of your muttering, something delicate that he can’t make out, but his brain implores him to be awake for. he answers back on instinct, questioning hum leaving his throat that does not get any real response from you, just another lovingly sweet, definitely unintelligible babble.

then it’s the touch, your hair tickling his bare chest, the pressure that he can feel on his entire body, wherever you are against him. it’s the tiny movements of your skin against his, brushing up and snuggling into, the tiny breeze of his fan, your breath on his chest. 

the taste is apparent next, swallowing gently once he realizes why his mouth tastes like that, a blush rising to his cheeks and a gratitude spreading through his body when it doesn’t go away. he wants to lean down and kiss you again and again, stockpile on the taste of you so he never has to be without it.

then it’s smell, yours, everywhere, head right under his nose, he recognizes it instantly. he wonders how long it will be stained in his sheets, how many times he’ll have to have you around before he, god forbid, gets used to it. it’s fresh and perfumey, not overwhelming, but not too subtle.

he pulls you closer, opens his eyes when you make another adorable noise, looks down at you pressed into his chest, cheek smushed against him, and he curses under his breath, “fuck.” because he wasn’t ready for you to look this good and he doesn’t normally get up this late and he might have disturbed you with how fast his heart is beating at the sight and this has now set an expectation of how he wants to wake up every morning.

he leans down and presses a small kiss onto the top of your head, digs his fingers into your hip as he does so, and he wants to feel bad, really, he does, when you stir awake in his arms, slight confusion immediately dissipating and being replaced with complete comfort, but you reach your fist up to rub the sleep out of your eye and you close one eye because the light peaking through the shitty school blinds is so bright and you run your hand over your hair before looking up at him with groggy eyes, and he refuses to feel bad for anything that has resulted in a sight like this one. 

“good mornin, pretty,” he says, voice rumbling against your palm on his chest. 

it takes a few moments for you to process your surroundings fully and he’s patient as you navigate through these waking senses. atsumu is just watching you, eyes following the changing emotions on your features.

wow, he looks good. 

you have a million thoughts on your mind, all racing to get out of your mouth first, and the one that wins amidst your worries and adorations is, “what time is it?” 

“barely 11,” he answers after looking at the alarm clock on his side table. “but it’s a sunday, you can’t have anywhere to be right now.”

you turn on your back and he leans forward to maintain the closeness he had before, chest and head hovering overtop of you. all you can see is him, that gorgeously genuine, absolutely beaming smile, amber eyes filled with fondness. you pick your head up and press a kiss whenever it lands (the tiniest bit of the corner of his upturned lips and the cheek beside). 

“‘m not asking so i can rush out of here,” you explain, hands reaching up, fingers outstretched as they part his messy hair. you move closer to him, shoulder pressing into his stomach. his hair is velvety, tangled, feels so nice in between your fingers and fist. “i did this,” you mutter under your breath as you smooth out matted clumps on the back of his head. 

even at this angle, hovering above you, shielded from the light, you can see the blush that rises to his cheeks. “you did,” he mumbles, leaning down and pressing his lips into yours. 

you put your hands over top of his, sliding them with yours down your sides, fingers skimming over the purplish marks in the lows of your hips. “and you did this,” you breathe, hips shying away from his touch as he puts a bit of pressure on the bruises. 

he kisses the side of your cheek, down your face, along your jaw. he speaks into your neck, “and you know what else you did?” 

“what’s that?” you ask, letting his fingers play with the maltreated skin as you wrap your arms around his neck, fingers clasped at the base. 

“maybe move your hands a bit lower,” he suggests. he skims his lips over your sensitive skin, breathes coolly over your collarbones. 

you listen, hands migrating down his back and you feel it instantly. the second your fingertips come into contact with the deep scratches, he pulls away to see your reaction. he watches your eyes go wide, face on fire, apology about to leave your lips, but he leans down and kisses it away. 

“holy shit,” you say under your breath, fingers tracing the scratches down, moving left and right to find (very easily) different ones. “oh my god,” you say in disbelief still as you claw your hand, letting your fingernails ghost over the scabbed over scratches. when your nail gets a bit too close to his skin, it reopens the mark and causes atsumu to wince. “m so sorr-.”

“don’t be,” he says, steady in your hands now. “ts a nice reminder that last night actually happened.” he leans down again and kisses your neck. you’re so grateful for the closeness, linking your hands behind his back and pulling him deeper into you. 

“what? do you normally have dreams like that?” you tease. 

he lets out a light laugh. “yea,” he jokes (or maybe not), “so i can’t believe i got to actually fuck you last night.”

oh? you still don't forgive atsumu? you.. you uh? you want to be with maki instead? okay. >:) (otherwise, carry on babes)

you keep one hand on his back, pads of your fingers following the marks you made in fervor last night, and you cup his cheek with the other, guiding him softly down to you, though it doesn’t take much. he chases your touch until his lips collide with yours. you speak against them, “would you believe it if you got to do it again?”

his skin grows warm against your palm as he presses his lips into yours harder, the smallest grunt breathed into your mouth. “now?” he asks, trying, but failing, to hide the excitement in his tone. 

“you said so last night,” you link your arms around his neck, pull him on top of you. his knees are on either side of your upper thigh and his skin, his touch, his warmth is everywhere. “that you would fuck me in the morning when i couldn’t get out of bed.”

his forearms are bracketing either side of your ribs and he pulls away from your kiss begrudgingly. his eyes are glued to your mouth, at whatever words are coming out, at your too-sweet expression as you keep saying things that make him melt. how do you exist? “i’m too sore to be thrown around, but i think you said something about really slow and really hard?” you ask, leaning your head to kiss his forearm, the closest place you can reach.

“you remember that?” he asks, trying to keep his composure for just a little longer.

“how could i forget?” you say, but that alone doesn’t accurately portray how your recollection of last night, “i’m not sure i’ll ever forget last night.”

he has to kiss you. 

atsumu leans back down, kisses you deeper this time, to taste you and to tell you that he won’t either and to show you how he feels about you. 

he pulls away, looking at you once more, joking as he says, “but not the part where you abused my poor back?”

you blush, chewing on your bottom lip thoughtfully. “actually, didn’t you tell me to?”

he laughs. “yea, told ya to go harder if you needed to,” he nudges your jaw to the side with his nose, starts to kiss down your neck, captures your collarbone between his teeth as he mumbles, “and you needed to i guess.”

“did it hurt?” you ask under your breath, just barely above a whisper, hands moving up his back and threading into his hair as he moves quickly to your chest. 

he hums an affirmation against your chest, lips dragging across your tits until he captures one of your nipples into his mouth, flicking the tip against it until it becomes hard in his mouth. he snakes his arm under your lower back, creates a pretty arch bringing your tits deeper into his mouth. you tighten your grip in his hair. it only makes him suckle harder. 

“and when i need to do it again?” you ask.

he talks quickly, away for as little time as possible, but you can hear the smile in his voice, “as hard as ya want, baby.” fuck, okay, yeah, you get it. you pull him back into your tits, nodding, embarrassed, almost, at how wet you can feel yourself getting already.

it doesn’t help that you can feel him against your plush thigh, heavy growing cock resting on top of your supple skin occasionally grinding into the fat. it drags across the inside of your leg, skipping over the soft, unlubricated skin. it only takes a few rolls of his hips to smear the leaking precome from the tip and the dragging turns to gliding. 

atsumu is grunting and whimpering into your chest, barely able to focus on your perfect pretty fucking tits. if he wasn’t so desperate to slip inside of your warm, tight cunt, he’d fuck your thighs until he blew his milky load all over them. his arms shake at the thought, nearly collapsing his entire body weight into you, not that you’d mind.

he moves his hips, slowly grinding closer and closer to your pussy until the underside of his cock slips between your fat lips. it’s instantly coated with your slick, so drenched that he almost slips inside without warning. he can’t see the mess he’s made between your legs, all he can see is the picture in his brain, how slick and wet and- “fuck,” he breathes.

you wrap your arms around his neck, fingers quick to play with the ends of his hair, because you just don’t know where to put all of this anticipation in your body. you slide your hands down his back, palms smoothing over the scratches, the beads of dried blood unpredictable under your soft fingertips. your touch is nearly tremors, head full with need, walls fluttering, too empty. it’s like he can read your mind.

he slides his cock between your folds, hips stuttering because he didn’t even think he’d get to fuck you one time, let alone two, and he’s not sure if this is a good idea because sure, he could’ve gotten over you if he only felt you one time. one time is enough to savor, but two? two is enough to commit to memory. two is uncharted territory. two is the start of a pattern. 

two might mean three and four and five and forever.

he positions his head right against your quivering hole, fluttering so pretty, asking so nicely for him to enter you. he pushes inside, slowly, just as he promised, snapping his hips to be fully sheathed inside of you once his cock is sucked in halfway, hard, just as he promised. 

your nails claw into him, not dragging, but gripping, crescent moon shaped divots adding to the visible displays of passion. you press your forehead against his shoulder, shaky breath leaving you as you shift to accommodate his girth. you feel so full, can feel the dull stretch of your tight walls giving way for his thick length. at first, you don’t remember it being that big, don’t remember feeling as speared as you do right now, but as the sensation settles in, you remember it all too well. the lingering stretch, how deep he is in your fucking guts, how perfectly your walls hug him. 

he’s doing exactly as he said he would, cock pulling out of you slowly, fucking into you at the same pace save for the last few inches. his hips slap against the insides of your thighs and you can feel the sting so quickly, your body recalling all of the abuse it went through last night. he places his palm on your hip, presses the bruises into your bones, and you whimper. he almost stops, moves to pull his hand away, but you place yours on top of his, looking into his eyes, pleading to him that you can take it. 

it takes only a few lazy morning thrusts for you to be crumbling underneath him. he can feel it, too. can feel how tight you’re getting, how hard you’re breathing, how sharp your nails are. “would i be an asshole if i made ya wait to cream all over my cock?” he asks, and your immediate answer is yes, of course, but you look up at him and you can see his resolve fading as well. you know exactly what he wants you to wait for and now you can’t imagine coming before him. 

you shake your head no. “i’ll wait for you, baby,” you breathe like an unbound promise. his hips stutter, eyes squeeze shut, and he almost lets himself give in to the quickness of his orgasm, but he doesn’t. he’s not embarrassed or ashamed, he just wants to fuck you nice and slow for a little while longer. 

the longer that he fucks you, the less he cares about the things coming out of his mouth. if you called him baby nice and sweet, he’d give you his load in a second, but he wants it to keep going, to last for even a minute longer, this wet, squelching, sticky sound that’s coming from between your thighs and the feeling that’s accompanying it, so he just keeps fucking talking, doesn’t give you a single breath to say something that will make this end too soon.

“god, yer so perfect for me” for him “so fucking perfect. swear to god if i could just fuck you forever” forever “i fucking would. if i could just be with ya” be with you “forever i fucking would. ‘ve got no idea what you’ve done to me, how you came into my life and made me fall for you” fall for you “so hard so quickly, even now ‘m still falling” still falling 

the words keep spilling and you can’t breathe, hanging on to every last one, “from the moment i met ya, knew i had to have ya. n then i talked to ya and knew i had to know you, really know ya” know you “couldn’t stop thinking about you” he pauses, but not for enough time for you to reply, not that you even had a reply to give. “spring break, during spring break, couldn’t stop thinking about ya while you were gone, knew i was fucked. didn’t see anyone else, couldn’t.” couldn’t. ba-bump. 

you swallow harshly, hands migrating to his hair, his face, smoothing over his cheeks, combing through his locks. you nod your head. “thank you for knowing me,” you breathe. that would’ve been enough for atsumu, something for him to carry in his heart forever, at the forefront of his mind for days until it sinks in and takes residency for the rest of his life, but you press on, pulling him down into you so he can taste your tongue and your words all at once. “you don’t have to think about anyone else anymore if you don’t want to,” you shake your head desperately, words barely choking out of your tight throat. “and i won’t think about anyone else either, just you, baby.”

he starts nodding the second that you tell him he doesn’t have to think about anyone else and he doesn’t stop as you keep babbling on. by the time baby has left your swollen lips, he’s a puddle, spilling inside of you, hips stilling, pressed flat against the insides of your abused thighs, pumping streams and streams of hot come inside of your perfect fucking pussy. you’re filling and filling and so full and you can’t stop the few tears that fall from the corners of your eyes as you come so forcefully that you wrap your legs around his lower back, pulling him in deeper, your stomach tight, forehead against his, alternating murmurs of baby and atsumu and tsumu as your mind goes numb, blank of anything other than him.

neither of you move. neither of you want to move. neither of you are sure that you even can. he’s still inside of you. you’re still surrounding him. his forehead slumps against your shoulder. your arms instinctually wrap around his back, holding him as close to you as you can. the sounds of the two of you breathing in time are the only thing you can hear until he breaks the constant noise, talking into your skin, “did you mean it?”

you hum a questioning noise, still trying to recover. he leans back to look at you. it takes all of the energy in his body, but he does it. “did you mean it or were you just trying to make me come?” he looks so serious that your heart skips a beat. you reach up and place a soft kiss on his nose, blush spreading from the point of contact almost immediately. 

“i don’t say things i don’t mean,” you state. that’s really the only explanation that he needs.

he smiles, big, doesn’t even try to hide it. “y’know, i can’t believe you never told me that you could hear me.”

you narrow your eyes, “and i can’t believe you never thought, ‘hey, this might be loud!’”

“i can’t believe it’s taken this long for this to happen,” he admits, falling onto his side and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him, snuggling into your shoulder.

“i can’t believe i just slept with you,” you admit back. he laughs at the confession and that’s okay. it’s valid at first. honestly, it comes out as a joke. or, rather, it comes up your throat as joke. the second it’s left your tongue, it feels different, heavy, wrong.

he hasn’t noticed, not yet, but you don’t blame him. you’d give a lot of things to not feel this off. “come on it, couldn’t have been that bad,” he jokes, another one loading up right behind it. 

“no it- it wasn’t i just-,” you say, stuttering through your words, because you’re not trying to make this a big thing, not after the two of you have just had sex twice, but it’s weighing like a big thing. 

you go to move, his arms tighten around you on instinct and you want to stay put because you’re very comfortable pressed up against him, but you’re feeling antsy now. 

“no, i just,” you sit up, “i can’t believe i’ve just become another girl you’ve hooked up with.” you can’t believe that that’s just come out of your mouth, a conglomerate of fears that you’ve had since you’ve met him.

“we were different than that, i thought, closer than that.” you feel like you’re going to cry. the reason you’ve never fucked him after all this time was because you didn’t want it to end, it couldn’t end. there are a million tells in this room alone that are screaming at you that this doesn’t mean the end, but you still can’t shake it.

“you know? i think that day at the cafe was our first date,” he speaks so clearly, but you’re still confused. why is he bringing up your stupid cafe date? “but i think i should take you out properly this time?”

your stomach lurches and you can’t believe this thought is making it past your lips, “you mean like a second date?” he nods, hand bracing your lower back just to let you know that he’s there. you don’t move away. “i thought you weren’t a second date guy,” you say, cautiously.

“i’m also not a guy that usually gets walked out on because he can’t stop thinking about someone else,” he half-jokes. “can i please take you out again?” it pains you how much he’s fucking trying.

you’re quiet, not answering, slowly moving backwards until your back is flat against the bed, mulling over all that’s happened and the words that he’s said, weighing your options so carefully, accounting for any and everything that you could. him, how thoughtful he is, the note he left you when he was plant sitting, the way he steals your food, the people he’s slept with, his track record, his room, the conversation you had with his brother, meeting his friends, spring break, your text messages, the way that he smiles at you when he thinks you’re not looking, his touch, his arms, his thighs, the beat of his heart.

he rolls onto his back, a large puff of air exhaled from his lungs as he does so. he smooths his palms over his face, fingers parting his own hair, eyes squeezed shut as he exhales again into his hands. “god, you make me feel like-,” he takes another breath, sitting up this time. you get a good look at his back from this angle and if the words he were saying weren’t so important, you’d interrupt him by kissing the toned muscle all over. 

“like-,” he pauses, shaking his head, turning his neck, twisting his back to face you, “i don’t even know. i can’t even describe how you make me feel.” he narrows his eyes at you like he’s thinking of the most difficult math problem and trying to solve it in his head. “i know that sounds cheesy, i know it does, but i’m serious, i’ve never felt like this before.”

you sit up with him, his face morphs into realization, a tiny moment in time that you wish you could’ve caught on a camera. it looks effortlessly difficult, a long road to get there, figuring out his feelings in real time, and yet it doesn’t come out like a question. “i love you.”

your stomach drops. you can’t breathe. “you love me?” you ask.

even without instant reciprocation, he doesn’t show an ounce of regret, not a single one. in fact, he replies quickly, even more assured this time, “i do.”

“i can’t believe you just told me that you loved me before we’ve even been on a second date,” you say because it’s the only other thing on your mind other than i’m so scared to tell you that i love you too because i’m terrified that this will all end when we both admit our feelings to one another. he breathes a laugh, nodding, a smile on his face that hasn’t left since he’s admitted it.

“what happens when school ends?” you ask, trying to distract yourself from what’s really happening, from the realization of love glowing throughout your body, “we both graduate in the fall and-”

“i’ll follow you anywhere,” he answers quickly, facing you completely now, all attention on you, eyes scanning your face, just waiting for the okay to kiss you to show you how truthful he’s being. 

you keep coming up with excuses, not because you want him to agree with them, but because you want him to keep disputing them. “but you have volleyball and your own things that you’re doing and-”

he cuts you off. “i’m not doing any of that without you,” he says, pauses, and then adds, “if you’d keep me around.”

“okay,” you say, letting the air settle before reiterating, “second date it is then.” it’s the confirmation he’s been waiting for this entire time and he doesn’t hesitate in leaning forward and kissing you so hard that you fall back into the pillow again, no teeth or tongue, but just as desperate as last night and this morning. 

it’s not just an okay to the date. it’s an okay to the rest of your lives together, the two of you know this. it’s an okay to attending each other’s graduations, him sitting between maki and iwaizumi and cheering just as loud as the two of them, you sitting between osamu and bokuto and making a fool out of yourself as bokuto tries to lift you on his shoulder, and the mixed graduation party that you throw, the first party that you throw as a couple.

it’s an okay to a small apartment near campus after you decide to pursue your graduate degree, decorated with photos from your dorm, all of the plants that atsumu continues to care for, the cactus he got for you senior year and the cactus you got him as a graduation gift, a tiny shelf dedicated to osamu, tiny trinkets from the trips that the two of you went on all summer, floral bedsheets and a sage comforter, even more photos of him and his friends and you and your friends and you and his friends and him and your friends and just the two of you on your dressers, and a mat outside of your front door with strawberries that reads welcome home. 

it’s an okay to the trip that the two of you take to go see osamu, a road trip that consists of an uneven driving division, a playlist with a million genres of music that’s intersected by random half hours of podcasts, and a stop at a stupid roadside attraction that ends in an entire week of you getting to watch atsumu and osamu interact, unhinged and with a love that makes your heart swell no matter how many times you see it, and where osamu lets slip all of the plans that atsumu has for your future and how happy he is that the two of you ended up together, his actual girlfriend. it’s an okay to the handful of trips that you guys take to see osamu after that.

it’s an okay to the huge proposal that seemingly every single person in both of your lives has a hand in planning from the ring to the song to the stupid dance to the setting to the party, not just planning, really, but actually being apart of it too, embarrassment spreading over your cheeks and a stupid pride filling your heart as you enter a rented out building and are “surprised” by too many people to effectively be doing a flash mob proposal and you say yes into a microphone and are hugged by atsumu first and then a million other people and you want to cry but your tear ducts are dry, because it’s also an okay to the actual proposal that atsumu plans all by himself, rents a small apartment in the city that you’re terrified that he bought for you, but that isn’t the surprise here. it’s an okay to the quiet, meaningful, sob-inducing speech that he feeds you and the way that you can barely speak the word yes, you’re crying so hard, crying even harder when he kisses your ring finger before slipping on the ring.

it’s an okay to the wedding that follows, a destination somewhere beautiful that was supposed to just be close friends, but you quickly realize that the two of you foster a lot of relationships that could be filed under close friends, you do it anyways, and you let every single one of those close friends write a speech and you cry a lot and atsumu cries even more and you have your first dance to a stupid song that the two of you became obsessed with on your first road trip and you forgo a father/daughter dance but osamu insists on pulling you to the dance floor and no one dares to join you, all watching in silent awe as atsumu tries to stay stoic but fails miserably and atsumu lets maki steal you every other second because in maki’s speech he refers to atsumu as the shining light in an already beaming life and it’s the best few nights of your shared life, adding a million more photos to your bedroom walls and even more memories to your hearts. 

it’s an okay to midnight drives when you’re feeling down, and coming home from work early just to crawl into his lap, and going out to eat more frequently than you should because neither of you want to do dishes and both of you are craving something, and watching tv shows together before anyone else, and continuously finding out new things about the other, and never not thinking that the other person is the funniest person in the entire world, and sharing food and kissing a lot and an unwavering trust that you didn’t think was possible and the love that comes along with it. 

it’s an okay to everything. 

you say it once more, so you’re certain that he hears it all, so many thoughts, so many promises riding on four little letters, “okay.”

and he says it back, so that you’re certain he’s heard it all, “okay.”

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embers of love ⟢ atsumu m.

warnings: forgetful!tsumu, girlfriend!reader, arguments, mentions of best friend!osamu and bestfriend!suna, kissing-ass tsum tsum, fixing a relationship, mentions of proposing, cussing, angst to fluff to smut at the end (unprotected sex, creampie, rough but loving)

It's been two weeks since you've last had an actual, meaningful conversation or interaction with Atsumu. Being his girlfriend of six years, you had expected that he would always be attentive to his career more than you. Honestly, his career was very important to him, and you could see in some aspects if he slacked just a smidge with giving love. Some.

But this, this was ridiculous for him to be doing. You waited impatiently for Atsumu Miya to return home. The house you guys put a down payment for when things got rather serious, and you both realized that it is way better coming home to a home instead of an apartment.

You've known 'Tsumu since you guys were second years and then you both fell in love. Who knew that such young, sweet, innocent love would get you to where you are today?

You heard keys jangling into the keyhole of the front door and you remained in your spot on the couch you both went shopping for forever ago. The blonde man walked in, set his keys down on the tray, took off his shoes and started walking towards the bedroom.

It was as if he didn't realize you were even there. He probably didn't, the exhaustion radiating off of him in waves. It made you feel bad for what you were about to bring up, but it needed to be talked about before you cracked and brought hell to him.

"Atsumu," Your voice spoke out into the room, he stopped in his tracks. "We need to talk." You firmly demanded of the professional volleyball player.

He sighed, "Y/n, can we jus’ do this 'nother time? I'm fuckin' tired." His aggravated tone tore through you, fueling your anger even more.

Your face hardened as he tried to continue walking and ignore you.

"Miya, give me one reason why I should stay with your ass right now." You finally said the words you were so scared to say weeks back. However, you're done now, there's no going back for what you just said.

"’Scuse me?" He whipped around so fast, demanding to know where this suddenly came from. Not only had you referred to him as his last name but, you had spoken about leaving him? Were you out of your mind?

"You heard me. I'm tired of this shit." Your fists balled up, standing from your seat on the couch. You finally had his attention, and you weren't going to let it go now.

"What shit? Me goin’ ta work every single day ta provide a life fer us that ya wanted?" He retorted, crossing his arms obviously not wanting to have this conversation.

"Oh wow! You're so big and strong for going to work every day! I do the same fucking shit too, you ass. That's not what this is about. This is about how I haven't properly talked to you in two weeks and then before that it was almost a month!"

"Atsumu, I am your girlfriend. We've been together for six fucking years! Don't you think I'd want to see you, talk with you, love you?" You sounded exasperated with having to explain yourself as if he didn't see what had been going on through tired eyes.

"Ya know how important my volleyball career is 'ta me. 'S not my fault ya can't handle bein' by yerself." He scoffed, his words like ice to you.

You could've sworn your eye just twitched in anger.

"Why is this going over your head you blonde asshole. I'm saying that if you still want me here, want me to have my part in this relationship, then you also have to have yours." You seethed at him, entirely over his recent behavior because you didn't deserve it.

"I do, yer just so fuckin' needy. Dont'cha think that I should get a fuckin' break from havin' to do unnecessary shit when I hav'ta work late 'nd get up early?" His voice was beyond tired and ready to climb in bed and sleep. It was loud, bouncing off the walls and bouncing right into your ears.

Oh, he wanted to get loud.

"So, I'm needy now? Wanting the bare fucking minimum from a man who can't even see past his own actions to realize that he's about to be single is needy?" You scoffed at him, "I didn't realize that actually wanting you to be caring like how you were in high school was deemed unnecessary." You shouted, pushing past him to the bedroom, done with this conversation.

You had a bag packed already; it wasn't everything you owned because you didn't expect that you would actually get into a predicament like this. Perhaps staying one night over at a friend's place, not this.

You couldn't stand the tears that gathered in your eyes as you gripped your bag and tried to rush out of there. This has to be the worst argument yet.

"Now where tha' hell you think yer goin'?" He tried blocking your way, obviously still pissed and wanting to continue even if it didn't get anywhere. A habit that he possessed since high school that no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't get him to let go of it.

"Leaving." You didn't spare him a glance as you put on your shoes and grabbed a coat.

"Hah, don't fuck tha' first man ya see." He ridiculed, not caring that you were leaving because of him in the first place.

"Fuck you, Miya!" It sounded wobbly and raw, but you said it. You slammed the door shut and with it your heartbreak of the man you desperately loved and wanted to love you.

With a dial of your phone, you called someone who'd always let you crash at his place.

"Hello?" Suna's voice answered over the phone.

"Rin, can I please stay over tonight?" Your voice cracking, you knew you had to pull yourself together because this was the first time you've left like this and called Suna like this before.

"You're always welcomed here, you know that. What's wrong?" He asked, shuffling on the other side of the phone made you pause for a bit.

"'Tsumu and I had a bad argument." You didn't really want to get into it all over the phone, but it was almost a ten-minute walk to get to Suna's from your house.

Rin cursed under his breath and let out some other obscenities about Atsumu before speaking on the line, "You can stay here as long as you want, so don't worry. Have you talked to 'Samu yet?"

"No, no. Your house is closer and it, you know, it just happened and stuff so." You swallowed thickly, trying not to cry again over the hurtful words Atsumu is capable of.

"Okay, well, I'll be here and put the kettle on too. Want me to stay on the phone?"

"No, it's okay, Sunarin. Bye." You ended the phone call, using the last bit of time that you had to walk to his house to collect yourself.

You were sure that 'Tsumu didn't give two shits where you were right now, those hurtful words he said coming to the front of your mind. It was horrible to think that with a small conversation the behavior could have been fixed from him. It's not the first time either.

Fighting with Atsumu was pointless half of the time. He liked to be hurtful; he liked when it would get so bad too because he could say it was the heat of the moment instead of taking accountability. That really was a deciding factor if you did go the route of breaking things off with him.

God, that physically hurt your heart to the extreme.

Finally, you were at a safe haven for now. You didn't bother knocking on Rin's door, knowing he left it unlocked for you. You could feel the warmth of his house and it held a familiar smell too, like a home away from home.

"Rin?" You called, taking off your shoes and setting the barely packed bag at the entrance of the home.

"In here, Y/n." Rin spoke from the kitchen, nonetheless probably had the kettle on and tea ready for you.

Before even getting two steps into the room, you were engulfed in a tight hug. Rin was never one to really give hugs, only in special situations like this one for example.

"Wanna talk about it over your favorite tea that your best friend made for you because he cares?" Rin asked into your hair, trying to gauge your emotional state right now.

"Yeah, yeah. That's fine." You replied, not trying to let the new line of tears fall.

Within twenty minutes you were done explaining how long you've felt neglected by 'Tsumu and you hated using that word too. After thirty minutes you were trying to get Rin to not call Osamu, which would just make things worse for you.

"'Samu, you need to talk some sense into your shitty twin." Were the only words spoken by Rin before you tried grabbing the phone from him. That's when you got a facetime call from Osamu.

"Ugh, now look at what you've done. You made him facetime us." You rolled your reddish eyes at Suna who just put his hands up in defense.

"What happened, Y/n?" Osamu's face showed up on the phone screen, concerned tracing over his features most likely due to your appearance, you thought.

You sighed, "It's just 'Tsumu. We had a bad argument." You didn't really want to go into it in depth like you did with Suna only because looking at 'Samu was like staring Atsumu in the eyes.

"How bad? Need me ta' talk some sense inta' him fer ya?" The phone screen started blurring a bit as you watched Osamu start getting up and shuffling around.

"No!" You cleared your throat from embarrassment. "I mean, no 'Samu, that won't be necessary, okay? He just said some mean words and I did too so it's not like I'm all innocent either." You eluded eye contact to phone 'Samu until Rin shouted from behind you.

"Yeah, but he told her not to fuck any man she sees when she left, 'Samu." Rin's irritated voice spoke right after your own.

"Oh, that sonofa--don't worry, Y/n. I gotcha." And with that, the facetime call hung up. You stared at the black screen, not sure of what to do now either.

You groaned, "Rin, I don't want to think anymore tonight." You slumped on the expensive couch that he had. It had such a luxurious and soft velvet feeling, which could definitely be able to easily put you to sleep.

"Need me to get the drinks?" He asked, gesturing at the kitchen. Rin had his own bar in his house for some reason. It never failed to amaze you on all the hobbies he was able to pick up, and for this one it was bartending at his house.

"I'm good. I'm just going to shower and sleep, if that's fine. I don't want to deal with Miya's' shit anymore." And that made you pause. Did you really not want to deal with him anymore or was it his behavior?

Quite frankly you didn't know but you'd rather get black out drunk than think about it.

"Okay, well you know where everything is so. I'll be around if you need me. I'm here for you." Sunarin glanced back at you once more before leaving and it brought back memories of when you both were in high school too.

Suna was always there for you. Always knew how to crack you up and comfort you when you were sad. He's always been the best, especially when he welcomed you into the Miya twin's antics too.

While you were getting ready to sleep your sorrows away, Atsumu was ten minutes away wondering when you were going to come home. He's too proud to send you a text first of course, especially after those malicious words to you that he never thought he'd say to you.

He sat on the couch with his phone in his hand, his hair a mess after running his fingers through it to keep him calm. He was hesitant to text or call you to ask if you were coming home or going to leave him. That thought made his heart drop into his ass. So, he was about to dial the next best thing, his twin.

That's when he got a call himself from none other than his own twin. The blonde cursed under his breath, knowing you probably talked to 'Samu first.

"Hey, 'Samu."

"Don't 'Hey, 'Samu' me. I heard what ya said to Y/n. Now what tha fuck were ya thinkin' talkin' to a woman like that?" Osamu's voice came out in such an irritated, almost angry tone that it took aback Atsumu.

"She's tha one who talked 'bout leavin' me! 'Samu, is she at yer place? S’gettin' late, and she hasn't come back yet." He couldn't help but to run another hand into his already messed up hair.

"'Tsumu, get yer shit together or she's gonna fuckin' leave yer ass. And quite frankly? I don't blame 'er. Ya were bein' a real piece of dickwad shit ya'know?" 'Samu scoffed on the other side of the phone as Atsumu tried to beg once again of where you were at.

"'Samu, I know that okay?" He got up and paced around the living room. "I just, God, I don't know how ta' get her ta' forgive me when I was bein' like that."

"'M not goin' to give you all tha answers but ya need to make it up to her and actually be sincere about it. Now stop messin' around, you already bought a ring, dumbass. Ya watch yerself too, there's plenty of guys who know how to treat a woman right."

Before Atsumu could say anything or question what his brother meant by that, he heard the familiar beeping of the phone call ending.

"What tha fuck?" 'Tsumu thought aloud, even though there was no one home to hear him.

Before Atsumu could even let his brain process, his body was up and moving around. Soon, he realized he was making a little get-away for the two of you guys. It was like he woke up from a hazy dream he was sleeping in and needed to take control before he lost someone that he never thought he'd lose.

Soon enough, a get-away was planned for the two of you and Atsumu had made sure enough to spoil the hell out of you by leaving a lot of detailed instructions too.

He paid for a suite hotel room, ordered your favorite bouquet of flowers to surprise you in the bathroom, arranged a spa day for the two of you and a manicure and pedicure especially for you, champagne, and dinner reservations every night.

He also rented your favorite movies, shitty snack foods that you love, and he hates, rose petals in the room for when you both arrive and fake candles because he didn't want to accidentally burn down the room.

He only hoped that you wouldn't leave him the next time he saw you. Atsumu prayed to anything and everything that he would get another chance and be able to apologize to you before you could even say anything.

After collecting everything he needs and packing a bag for you and him, he was on his way to Suna's, determined to come to you and apologize the right way.

Atsumu knew you like the back of his hand, if you weren't with 'Samu then you were with Suna. The more he starts to think about how much he's missed you and hasn't really seen or talked with you in a while, it hurts. He could see why you wanted to dump his ass.

He had to make it right; he thought after he quickly parked and got out of the car. His skin chilled not only because of the weather but knowing you probably walked through this upset after he said words he wishes he could take back now.

Banging on the door, he didn't waste any time calling for you, "Sunarin! Open up, I know Y/n's in there!" He shouted, not caring that it was well late into the night either.

After a few moments of dogs barking and a couple front porch lights turning on due to his loudness, the door finally opened. Instead of Suna, like Atsumu originally thought, it was you instead.

The harsh knocking woke you up first since you had been sleeping on the couch and it's not like you could ignore it either. 'Tsumu was very adamant about things like this.

You opened the door quickly to cease his pounding on it and was met with familiar eyes that seemed to long for you.

"What do you want?" You cut to the chase, not wanting to hear the familiar sweet-talk he would always use to get out of you being frustrated with him.

"I'm-I'm here ta apologize ta ya Y/n." Atsumu's heart was pounding at the sight of you. Now he always thought you were beyond gorgeous but right now with your hair a mess and red, tired eyes he couldn't help but to feel terrible because he was the cause of this. Of your pain.

"Don't want to hear." You said, shutting the door, planning to ignore his advance of receiving your forgiveness. That is, until his foot was blocking the doorway.

"Please, please Y/n. Jus' let me apologize fer hurtin' ya. Please." He begged, wearing down at your already weary state. You were supposed to be pissed at him for the shit he's caused you, granted you have thought about ending things but now you're not so sure.

"Fine," You stated, leaving the door cracked to where you could shut it if needed be.

"Thank ya," He took a deep breath in before continuing. "I realized after ya left that I was bein' petty about our argument, and even before then too. I haven't been tha best boyfriend lately 'nd you deserve better from me. I'm goin’ ta be better fer ya startin' right now."

The emotion in his eyes as he started became thicker and so did the tightness in your throat. This was all you wanted, a promise that he would be better for you, so you didn't have to beg him to love you like you needed.

You didn't say anything, "I'm sorry fer spoutin' some shit like I did before ya left. I was jus' so mad and exhausted which isn't an excuse, I know." He ran a hand through his hair like earlier.

"I jus' hope ya can forgive me fer bein' so stupid. I realized that I could actually lose ya, yaknow? And that—it really scared me." He finished, hope and nervousness filling his eyes as he waited for a response, a movement, anything from you.

You took a sharp intake of air, "I was going to leave you, you know. I was tired of your shit and being treated like shit from you. I won't hesitate anymore the next time something like this happens, I'll just leave." You glared at the man who has your heart. You didn't want to forgive him but something so small, so tiny had told you to.

Atsumu looked so relieved as he blew out a sigh. "Thank ya, hon. Really. Thank ya so much." He reached through the door opening and hugged a bit of you that he could get.

Seeing your rugged state and blotchy eyes was something he never wanted to see again, especially if he was the cause of it.

"Can ya come with me?" He asked, in hopes of you saying yes. Since you had already stated that you weren't leaving him, his other part of treating you well was still needed to do.

You glanced backwards to make sure you both haven't woken up Suna and then nodded. You presumed that continuing what else that was supposed to happen would be best at your house instead of Suna's.

As you gathered your bag and folded the blanket on the couch, you sent Rin a quick text that you were headed home and would update him.

Getting into the warm car made you fight back the urge to fall asleep, knowing that you would be home within less than five minutes. However, that didn't stop the nulling of the ride from easing you to rest again.

Atsumu was thankful that you had fallen asleep in the car. The hotel was a few towns over, and he didn't really want to explain to you why he was taking a different route. Not to mention that it was the middle of the night too.

He was becoming tired after the hour and a half drive, but he fought to stay awake to check into the hotel and surprise you.

"Honey, hon, wake up." He nudged your shoulder, trying to wake you up gently.

"Hm? Are we home?" You asked, peeling your eyes open, except you weren't in your driveway. You were at a hotel; it was a very tall and large building at that too.

"Atsumu, why are we at a hotel?" You suspiciously asked, an eyebrow raised hoping that he didn't think he was getting lucky just because you forgave his behavior.

"Its'a surprise, come on honey. The valets are goin' to park our car fer us." He said, smiling and gathered a suitcase that you didn't even realize was in the backseat.

You followed along with your brows furrowed and confusion written all over your face. After checking in and getting the room key, Atsumu handed it to you, "I'll carry yer backpack too, ya can get the door, hon."

You assumed he was trying to be sweet and kiss ass since he hurt you but at the same time you felt bad because you had yet to apologize for your hurtful words to him as well.

The carpet of the floors was gentle as you walked down the long hallway and finally reached your room. Number 528 on the gold plate of the door.

You swiped the room key card, and the click was heard as you pushed open the ungodly heavy door. Immediately, you gasped.

The room was absolutely beautiful, red rose petals were scattered throughout the room, and fake candles lit up around the room as well. The lavender scent cascaded through it too, your eyes began to water, you couldn't believe that this was all for you.

"'Tsumu, did you do all of this?" You asked, breathlessly, your voice in your throat hitched as you turned towards him.

"Yes, I did. M’sorry fer hurting ya, hon, I promise. I'll be better fer ya from now on. I swear." You closed the distance between you and him as he let go of the door and it shut.

"I'm sorry too. I also said some hurtful words that I promise I didn't mean. I was just angry and wanted to be treated better by you." You sincerely said, happy now that apologies were out of the way, and he had gone out of his way to plan something like this for you.

"What about practice tomorrow?" You pulled back from the hug you had engulfed him in.

"I took some days offa work fer ya." He smirked his usual, "I gotta make sure ya feel loved yaknow?" Atsumu picked you up and carried you to the bed.

The white bedsheets were a stark contrast from the red rose petals you started playing with. 'Tsumu un-did the covers for you and tucked you in not before shutting the lights and getting in himself.

"I'm sorry this all happened so late, we should sleep in." He murmured from behind you. His warmth radiates like a heater to put you to sleep.

You didn't say anything about the half hard thing poking you in the back as you drifted off to sleep. Neither did 'Tsumu as he shifted his hips away from your ass to make you understand that he didn't expect sex from you.

"S'okay 'Tsumu." You mumbled before drifting to sleep with him holding you. He was glad you both made up, but he was more so excited to treat you well over these next few days.

After four days of gifts, love, and sweet-talking from Atsumu, you were getting needy, and you both knew it. It had started with him treating you to dinner every single night, breakfast in bed, kisses and random hip grabs throughout the days and even a spa day too.

It was like falling in love all over again from high school. This was the love you craved from your boyfriend. And naturally, it made you want to give him something special. Atsumu hadn't even been the slightest bit sexual with you since this little get-away had started, and that makes you feel all the wilder.

That's how you got yourself in the predicament now. You both were back into the hotel, getting changed for bed. You specifically wore your sexiest pajamas just for his eyes. He told you that tonight was a movie and snack night instead of fancy dining. You were all for it and enjoyed every second of being with him.

However, halfway through the movie, you couldn't help but to shift a lot more. Not really paying attention to the movie but to how you could tell you were having an effect on Atsumu.

You could see it as his jaw clenched and his eyes were fixated on the movie instead of how you were purposefully rubbing your ass on him with the excuse that you're just getting settled.

The dam broke for him and you when you didn't stop grinding on him but instead was using him to get yourself off and a moan slipped out. Suddenly the TV was shut off and you opened your lidded eyes to look over at your boyfriend.

"Y/n. What...?" Atsumu choked out, understandably trying to hold off on the need to make love to you.

"I'm sorry, 'Tsumu. I just want you so bad," You mewled, happy with the work you meticulously planned.

"Ya do? God, fuck, I've been waitin' fer ya ta say somethin'." Atsumu groaned out, as you gave him consent to whatever was about to happen between the two of you.

His strong hands flipped you around to your back and you gasped, forgetting that being a volleyball planner and hitting the gym a lot can cause him to manhandle you.

It's definitely been a while since you both have had sex.

He stuck a hand in your pajama shorts, realizing that you hadn't even put on any underwear either and groaned with need. His cock was painstakingly hard by now from your earlier ministrations.

"Fuck, yer so hot. So needy fer not wearin' any panties too." He chuckled with need.

Soon, you were positioned into a mating press, your legs folded against your naked chest. Above you, Atsumu was roughly giving you the pleasure you needed because with every thrust he gave, his trimmed pubic hair would rub your clit.

You couldn't help the moans that he tore out of you, missing the way he hurts you so bad by going a bit too hard.

"Uhg, fuck, I can't-" You moan to Atsumu, his eyes directly focused on the way his cock disappears inside of your pussy and the white ring you've formed on him.

God, he loved you.

"Yes, ya can. Yer not cummin' yet," He groaned as you squeezed him more when he started rubbing your clit in circles, which made your hips buck and head thrown back.

"Fuck, fuck, ah-" Atsumu's hips stuttered, the pleasure becoming too much and was on the brink of finishing inside your fertile cunt.

When your orgasm crashed onto you, your body shook, and legs tried to flail under his grasp. The tightness eventually stopped ‘Tsumu's thrusts as his hips bucked into yours as he came. You both tried to catch your breath but before Atsumu could stop his mouth he said, "Marry me." breathlessly to you.

Your head snapped out of the fog it was trapped in, and you widen your eyes, "What?" You finally out, your surprise of what he said taking over the moment.

"Marry me, Y/n. I love ya." Atsumu said, his hair damp and sticking to his forehead, his cock still inside of you, and the sweat from your bodies becoming much too hot.

"This isn't tha romantic moment I had planned, but m’serious 'bout marryin' ya." He firmly stated his hands on your hips as he gently pulled out of you to delicately pull you close to him.

"Uh, yes!" You laughed into his chest, what a dork.

You weren't expecting him to propose, especially when he got out of bed and reached into his black dress pants pocket and pulled out a fucking ring.

A huge ring at that.

Now your mouth was agape, you hadn't expected him to have actually bought the ring already. You teared up when he asked if you wanted to put it on, to which you nodded.

It fit like a glove; you were touched.

"I love you so much 'Tsumu, so much."

a/n: i hope you guys liked this! it was almost 5k words lol, i hope tsum tsum wasn't too ooc <3

[luvingtsumu]

𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𖥔 ࣪˖ ( MIYA ATSUMU X FEM!READER )

the question ‘do you see us getting married?’ comes from his high school sweetheart, and he doesn’t know how to answer. he thinks he’s young, he thinks he has time, but you were not gonna wait forever.

★ genre: angst to fluff, slightly suggestive (at the end) | content: just atsumu being stupid but also incredibly in love, marriage topics.

★ author’s note: more 3:00 am thoughts.

He stayed quiet for a few seconds, letting the words sink in before he scoffed.

“What are ya talkin’ about? We’re young, why are ya thinkin’ about marriage?”

Your head raises from his chest, serious eyes staring back at him, making him bite his tongue to prevent himself from talking.

“We’ve been dating since we were 16, we’re 22 now.” you sighed “I mean, yes, we’re young but…”

You pause, his hands traveling down your back, rubbing it slightly to encourage you to continue talking.

“I do see a future with you, marrying you.” you looked down, slightly embarrassed “We dated since we were very young so I wanna know if you see us together in the future.”

Atsumu stayed quiet, he didn’t liked serious talks, but he understood where you were coming from.

His friends used to tell him that if he stayed with you he was gonna loose all his youth being loyal to you, and he started thinking about it. It’s not like he wanted to go and fuck every girl in his way, and he loved you, he really did, but you were right.

You two had been dating since a very young age, would it be possible for you to get older together? Without a possible divorce happening —in case you two did get married—?

Would he get tired of you?

It was too much compromise, thinking about settling down at this point wasn’t in his priorities.

“I don’t know.” he said, and he immediately regret it by the way your eyes seemed disappointed by his answer.

“Okay.” you muttered, and Atsumu kissed your forehead.

“Stop thinkin’ about that, it’s not important right now.” he said, ‘reassuringly’.

But it was important to you.

You wanted a family with Atsumu, you saw him in your bed every morning for the rest of your days, and you couldn’t even think about finding someone else.

But his ‘i don’t know’ was an enough answer for you to realize that he was thinking about a future where he got bored of you, he didn’t wanna give you an answer because he couldn’t picture himself with you every day of his life.

That was alright. You couldn’t force him to marry you.

But it still hurt a bit, because now every day it was more of a preparation, more wondering about if this was the day he was gonna get tired of you.

You continued the relationship because you loved him, even if you shouldn’t have because picturing a future without him was getting more difficult every day.

You wanted everything with him but now you couldn’t help but wonder if the possibility was even in his mind.

“Mika invited us to her wedding.” you told him.

“Mika? How many years she’d been with her boyfriend?” he asked before taking a bite of your his burger.

“10 years, high school sweetheart’s too.” you chuckled “And to think I used to tell her to dump him.”

Atsumu chuckled too “Tell ‘em congratulations for me.”

“Already did.” you sighed, placing your phone down “Everyone is getting married lately, hm?”

“Right?” he continued eating, licking the mustard off his thumb “Everyone is settlin’ down this days.”

It had been a year since you asked him the question, and you were about to ask him again, just so see if the answer might’ve changed, but before you even had the chance to consider keeping your mouth shut, Atsumu said something that answered everything.

“I don’t understand the need to get married.” he cleaned his mouth with a napkin “I mean— ya get me right?”

“Mhm.” No. You didn’t get him.

“Ya always do.” he smiled, and you just smiled back.

That’s when you realized this was just wrong.

If Atsumu didn’t saw a future with you, why were you still here? Why were you waisting time and feelings?

And that’s how the next month’s became just about you slowly drifting apart.

You thought Atsumu wouldn’t notice, but he did.

You were like water escaping through his fingers and he didn’t knew what to do.

It was so subtle that if he didn’t loved you to the bones he probably wouldn’t even realize. But it was so obvious to him even in the way you send him messages.

Why your ‘can’t wait to get home to see you 💗’ became ‘heading home now’?

He was desperate, so desperate that he broke his number 1 rule and went to ask his twin for advice.

“I just don’t know what’s happenin’ with her.” he sighed.

“Maybe she thinks yer not that serious with her.” Osamu lazily answered, cleaning some of the glasses.

“Whaddaya mean!?” he looked at him “We’ve been datin’ for 7 years, does that not sound serious ‘nough fer ya?”

“I mean, yer takin’ too long in givin’ her the ring. Even ma asked me if ya were plannin’ on doin’ it this year.”

Atsumu blinked a few times “‘m bot plannin’ on givin’ her any ring— I mean! She knows that, I already told her ‘m not sure about marriage.”

Osamu looked at Atsumu in disbelief and then he thought back about the time you came to the restaurant with some of your friends and he heard you talking about your dream wedding and how one of your dreams was to get married.

“After 7 years yer still not sure?”

“Marriage is a difficult thing.” he sighed.

“So yer practically takin’ her fer granted?” Osamu clicked his tongue “I wonder what yer problem would be.”

“‘m not takin’ anyone fer—” he stopped mid sentence.

He blinked a few times as a rush of thought’s suddenly hit him.

He loved you and said it, he was used to the normal routine, he was used to waking up next to you and he was used to coming back home and seeing you laying on the sofa waiting for him…

But you haven’t done that in a while, now that he thinks back.

He is taking you for granted. He’s thinking so hard about how he’s still young and how there’s still much time left that he forgot to actually show you that he loves you.

He was so stupid.

Saying ‘i love you’ had become a routine more than a feeling he had to show, and he was letting it happen as if it was nothing, as if you weren’t the only thing he waked up in the morning for.

And he loved you, fuck, he did. He would rip his hair out even thinking of a life without you. So what was he waiting for? Why couldn’t he just marry you? Make you his pretty wife?

Wife definitely sounded so much better than girlfriend.

He now understood. Marriage wasn’t necessary because his love for you wouldn’t change, but marriage was the last step, the part where he said ‘i wanna be with you for the rest of my life’, even if he already knew that.

So after 7 years, what was he waiting for? What was he doing if he wasn’t giving you a ring right now?

He never understood why you got so excited watching wedding videos, but he sure did now. Marrying the love of your life sure was beautiful, and it was the step he wanted to take.

That day he kissed your breath away as soon as he got home, and made you cry on his cock for the rest of the night.

He kept grabbing your hand, holding you fingers making sure to think about what ring he was gonna give you.

And there and then, that’s when he realized, when he had his tongue buried deep on your sweet pussy.

Looking up at you, seeing your red face being hit by the moonlight, tears shining in the dark as you moaned his name, your thighs wrapped around his head, hips grinding against his face and your hand pulling his hair.

That’s when he realized it was just what he wanted for the rest of his life. What he always wanted. What he knew he wanted. And he was gonna earn it now, no more playing around. You two had been together for 7 years, goddamnit! He needed to show you how much he loved you, how he would take his heart out in a second to give it to you if you asked for it.

“I love ya, I love ya so fuckin’ much.” he said as his cock reached for that gummy spot inside of you.

You were moaning, feeling as if you were gonna pass out. And then he said it.

“Fuck, I wanna marry ya, baby. Make ya my pretty wife.” he kissed your jaw “I love ya so damn much.”

And just like that he had you cumming all over his cock, his words ringing in your ears before you passed out.

You knew. When he said stuff during sex. He meant it.

[keigosdear]

minors dni. 18+. fem!reader, no physical descriptions. this is soft and sweet and very a bit self indulgent. it’s literally all aftercare and emotions.

divider by @/cafekitsune

aftercare with atsumu is always so top tier. he’s a huge teddy bear, first of all, so the post sex cuddles are guaranteed to be so sweet. you’re usually exhausted after you finish with him- he’s come to realize just how greedy he gets once he has you underneath him, and while seeing your droopy eyes and blissed out expression fills him with pride, the way you immediately curl into your pillow and reject his request to get you cleaned up in favour of sleep, allows the guilt to creep in and take hold of his semi-clear mind as well.

so he’ll treat you like absolute royalty. anything you want? you’ll get. usually it’s cuddles, sometimes it’s a bath with him, he really doesn’t mind one bit.

all of that being said, when tonight’s activities are over and done with and you immediately cling to him and bury your face in his chest, he gets right to work.

well- tries to.

smoothing a finger over your warm, damp cheek to help ground you a bit, accompanied by a sturdy arm around your waist, he allows himself fifteen more seconds to admire your form.

“baby,” he makes sure to speak softly, knowing you’re probably still a little out of it. “will ya let me get up?”

the whine of protest that leaves your lips is barely audible, but he hears it.

and as always, he’s giddy over the knowledge that he’s the only one who will ever be tuned into you enough to hear it.

“need to clean ya up, sweet girl.”

to no one’s surprise, especially not his, you bury your face impossibly closer to his chest and utter out a quiet but very stubborn “no.”

he sighs and gently drags his nails across your back in mindless patterns. you’re clingy tonight- more than usual. he thinks back to what brought you both to this moment, trying to figure out if he pushed you a bit further than he normally would.

he doesn’t recall anything out of the ordinary… that’d be impossible, actually. he was real sweet on you the whole time. he couldn’t help it, he had come home to you wearing his clothes. that’s a guaranteed way to get him feeling all soft and sentimental and fuzzy and concupiscent-

now that he thinks about it… atsumu wouldn’t put it past you to get shy about asking for what you really wanted and plan something to get him to initiate it. but he doesn’t dwell on it. now he has a hypothesis to test.

he gently pries your face away from his skin and tilts your chin up. “baby, can ya look at me for a second?”

you flit your eyes up to his and he smiles. they’re still a bit glossed over. “there she is… hi pretty girl.”

the way you immediately try to hide your bright smile warms his heart so much that he risks spontaneously combusting. “don’t hide, baby, let me see ya.”

you whine as he pulls your hands away and try to hold eye contact with him. “such pretty eyes,” he flirts.

“are ya feeling a bit clingy after all that?”

you nod a little and tighten your hold around him as if to emphasize your point. “mhm,”

he sighs and decides that indulging you a bit more is exactly what he wants to be doing right now, anyway. “just in a bit of a mood, hm?”

you grunt in confirmation.

“did ya get what ya needed?” atsumu strokes your waist, watching your face for any changes that imply he hasn’t satisfied you in any way.

you nod again, eyes a bit less muddled now that he’s talking with you. he moves his hand down to rub the thigh draped over his hip. “tell me next time, ‘kay? ya don’t need to be afraid to tell me you want it a certain way.”

your lip forms a pout and he kisses it immediately. “‘m sorry, ‘tsum.”

he shuffles down a bit so that he’s face to face with you and nuzzles his nose against yours. “don’t be sorry, gorgeous, ya have nothin’ to apologize for.”

you giggle as he moves on to pressing soft kisses across your face and neck. “I’m here because I love you and want to fulfil your every desire, got it? let me take care of ya sometimes.”

you bat at his shoulder and through your laughter you insist, “you do take care of me! you do, ‘tsum!”

he laughs with you. “yeah, but let me do it more.”

your expression falters a bit and he knows he’s made it to the root of the problem. “but it would be selfish of me to ask for more from you. won’t you… get tired of me?”

his own features soften at your words and the insecurity in your voice. “sweetheart, you could ask me for the whole world and I’d never think of ya as selfish, got it? in fact I want ya to be selfish with me.”

you blink. “really?”

he nods and squeezes your hip. “really. and I could never ever get tired of ya. you’re my baby. okay?”

you caress his jaw with your knuckles and sniffle a bit, holding back tears. “okay. i love you,”

he kisses you slowly, gently, lovingly. “I love ya too. now, do you want to keep cuddling or can I clean ya up?”

you bite your lip a bit and grind your hips into his, looking up at him through your lashes. “actually… can we go for another round?”

he feels himself harden again and he grins, softly pushing you onto your back. he’s immediately switched on again and staring down at you with a familiar expression that makes your tummy twist in anticipation.

“‘course, angel,” atsumu leans down and whispers in your ear, his tone much darker than it was moments ago. “but only if you can tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.”

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…I may expand on that last part in the future.

@nyctophilicroses ok. OK. I know I said geto was next, but something came over me and next thing I knew this one was finished 🥹

[fayelero]

— BIRTHDAY BOY ! atsumu miya

➥ pr : timeskip!atsumu x fem!reader

➥ syn : getting him a car for his birthday, THE car the mr wanted!

➥ tw : make out session, fluff

➥ a/n : idk why but I really see hq boys (the volleyball pros) in the timeskip rich, like they are volleyball pros : they’re rich. (that’s my logic lmao but that’s why their often rich on my fics and I won’t change that!!) :) It was supposed to be a smut at the end but I screwed up the ending sooo it’s fluffy ;)

"Just a few more steps," you guided Atsumu, your hands firmly placed over his eyes as you led him through the private parking garage of your luxury apartment building. Your heart was racing with anticipation, months of careful planning finally coming to fruition.

"Ya know, if ya wanted to get handsy with me, ya could've just asked," he teased, that characteristic smugness evident in his voice despite being temporarily blinded.

You rolled your eyes even though he couldn't see it. "It's your birthday, can you behave for five minutes?"

"Nope!" he chirped, but obediently kept walking under your guidance. "Though I gotta say, this is some build-up. What're ya plannin'?"

"You'll see in a moment," you replied, carefully positioning him in front of his surprise. The sleek Ferrari F8 Tributo gleamed under the parking garage lights, its rosso corsa red paint job as striking as Atsumu's MSBY jersey. You'd specifically chosen this color, knowing it would remind him of his volleyball career while still being classically Ferrari.

Taking a deep breath, you removed your hands from his eyes. "Okay... open them!"

Atsumu blinked a few times, adjusting to the light. Then his eyes widened comically as they landed on the car in front of him. His jaw dropped, and for once in his life, the always-chatty Miya Atsumu was completely speechless.

"Babe..." he finally managed to whisper, taking a stumbling step forward. "Babe... is that... BABE!"

You couldn't help but giggle at his reaction. The usually composed professional athlete was practically bouncing on his feet like an excited child. "Happy birthday, Tsum."

"BABEEEEE!" He spun around to face you, his brown eyes wide with disbelief. "Ya didn't... ya actually... BABE!"

"Are you capable of saying anything else right now?" you teased, pulling the keys from your pocket and dangling them in front of him.

Atsumu's eyes followed the keys like he was tracking a volleyball, but he seemed almost afraid to take them. "This is... this is the exact model I've been droolin' over in those magazines..."

"I know," you smiled softly. "You've only been leaving them open on that page for months now."

"But this is... this is too much!" he protested weakly, even as his fingers twitched toward the keys. "Ya always tell me not to spend too much on ya, and then ya go and do this?"

You stepped closer, pressing the keys into his palm. "Well, maybe you're rubbing off on me. Besides, you've worked so hard this season. MVP, best server award, leading MSBY to nationals... you deserve something special."

His fingers closed around the keys, but instead of rushing to the car as you expected, he pulled you into a crushing embrace. "I love ya," he whispered into your hair, his voice thick with emotion. "I love ya so much it's stupid."

"I love you too," you murmured against his chest, feeling his heart racing with excitement.

He pulled back suddenly, his face lit up with that boyish grin you adored. "Can we take it for a spin? Right now?"

"It's your car, birthday boy."

"BABE!" And there he went again, circling the Ferrari like an overexcited puppy. His fingers trailed reverently over the smooth paint job, and he kept making little sounds of disbelief. "Look at these lines! And the interior! BABE, IT'S GOT THE SPORTS SEATS I WANTED!"

You leaned against a pillar, watching him with amusement. The feared server of the V-League, known for his deadly precision and intimidating presence on the court, was currently pressing his face against the driver's window like a kid at a candy store.

Finally, he clicked the unlock button, and the car's lights flashed in response. The sound he made was practically inhuman. "Did ya hear that? Did ya hear how it unlocked? Even the unlock sound is sexy!"

"Are you going to get in, or do you need a few more minutes to propose to it?"

He shot you a playful glare. "Don't be jealous, yer still my number one. The Ferrari's my mistress."

"Oh, so I've been demoted to wife already?"

His eyes sparkled as he opened the driver's door. "That an offer?"

You felt your cheeks heat up. "Just get in the car, Miya."

"Yes ma'am!" He slid into the driver's seat with the grace of an athlete, his hands immediately finding their place on the steering wheel. "Oh my god, babe, the leather... BABE!"

You walked around to the passenger side, settling into your seat. "I think you've said 'babe' more times in the last five minutes than you have all year."

"Because yer amazin'! Yer the best! Yer perfect!" He leaned over to kiss you, and you could feel his smile against your lips. "Thank ya. Really. This is... this is incredible."

"You're welcome," you said softly, reaching over to squeeze his hand. "Now, want to see what this beauty can do?"

His answering grin was positively wicked as he inserted the key. The engine roared to life, and Atsumu actually giggled – a sound you'd definitely be teasing him about later.

"BABE! Did ya hear that engine?!"

"Yes, Tsum, I heard it. Just like I heard it the last three times you started it."

"But BABEEEEE!"

You couldn't help but laugh. Today was going to be a very long day of "babe" exclamations, but seeing him this happy made it all worth it. Besides, you had video evidence of his reaction for future blackmail purposes.

"Happy birthday, you big volleyball dork."

"Best birthday ever," he declared, leaning over for one more kiss before putting the car in drive. "Now, let's see what this baby can do!"

The Ferrari purred as Atsumu guided it onto the open highway, his hands gripping the steering wheel with the same focused intensity he showed before a jump serve. The morning sun glinted off the dashboard, and you could practically feel the raw power of the engine vibrating through your seat.

"Ready?" he asked, that dangerous smirk playing on his lips – the one that always spelled trouble.

"Tsum, remember this isn't the court, okay? We need to be care-EFUL!" Your words ended in a squeal as he suddenly accelerated, the force pushing you back into your seat.

The speedometer climbed rapidly as Atsumu let out an exhilarated laugh. The engine roared, and the world outside became a blur of colors. His eyes were sparkling with pure joy, but all you could focus on was how fast the trees were passing by.

"SLOW DOWN!! Tsum!" you yelped, gripping the edge of your seat. "I didn't buy you this car to get us killed!"

He eased off the accelerator slightly, turning to give you a reassuring grin. "Aw, don't ya trust me, baby? I got this under control!" His right hand left the steering wheel to rest on your thigh, thumb rubbing soothing circles against the fabric of your jeans.

"Eyes on the road!" you demanded, though you couldn't help but relax slightly at his touch.

"Yes ma'am," he chuckled, but his hand stayed where it was, warm and steady on your thigh. "But ya gotta admit, this is incredible. Listen to that engine!"

As if to demonstrate, he accelerated again, though not as aggressively as before. The Ferrari responded instantly, smooth and powerful. You had to admit, it was impressive how the car seemed to bend to his will, just like a volleyball.

"Wait, let me make this even better," he said, pressing a button on the console. The car's retractable hardtop began to fold back, letting the morning air rush in. Your hair immediately started whipping around your face, and you could smell the crisp spring air.

"Tsum! A little warning next time!" you laughed, trying to control your wild hair.

"But ya look so pretty like this," he grinned, his eyes flicking briefly to you before returning to the road. "All windswept and happy."

You felt your cheeks warm at his words. His hand squeezed your thigh gently, and despite your earlier fear, you found yourself relaxing into the experience. The wind was refreshing, the sun was warm on your skin, and the man beside you was radiating pure joy.

"Ya know," he said after a while, his voice softer but still audible over the wind and engine, "this might be the best birthday ever. Not just because of the car – though holy shit, BABE, IT'S A FERRARI – but because yer here with me."

"Getting sentimental in your old age, Miya?"

"Hey! I'm in my prime!" he protested, but his smile was tender. "I just... I love ya. And I love that ya know me so well. That ya did all this for me."

You placed your hand over his on your thigh, intertwining your fingers. "Well, someone needs to keep that ego of yours properly fed."

"My ego's just fine, thank ya very much!" He accelerated again, making you squeak and grip his hand tighter. "See? Still got it!"

"Atsumu Miya, I swear to god-"

But your protests were cut off by his laughter, bright and carefree, mixing with the sound of the wind and the purring engine. His thumb continued its gentle circles on your thigh, a counterpoint to the speed and power of the car.

The city fell away behind you as you drove along the coastal road, the ocean sparkling to your right. Atsumu had finally settled into a more reasonable speed, though his excitement was still palpable in the way he handled every curve with precise joy.

"Hey," you said, squeezing his hand. "Happy birthday, Tsum."

He lifted your joined hands to his lips, pressing a quick kiss to your knuckles before returning them to your thigh. "Thank ya, baby. For everything.”

The wind continued to play with your hair, the sun warmed your skin, and Atsumu's hand remained steady on your thigh – a perfect anchor in this moment of pure happiness. You closed your eyes, letting yourself feel everything: the purr of the engine, the rush of the wind, and most importantly, the love radiating from the man beside you.

This might have been his birthday gift, but somehow, seeing him this happy felt like a gift to you too.

The drive down the coastal road felt like a dream, the Ferrari humming beneath you like a contented predator. Atsumu glanced at you every few moments, as if making sure you were real and still beside him. The beach was just ahead, the morning sunlight shimmering off the waves.

As he pulled the car into a small, secluded lot near the sand, he cut the engine, letting the sudden silence settle over you both. The absence of the purring engine made the soft crash of the waves in the distance even more pronounced. He turned to you, his expression playful but warm.

“Best part about drivin’ this beauty? We can park wherever we want and just… stop for a bit,” he said, his voice low and velvety.

“Is that so?” you teased, unbuckling your seatbelt. “You really planned that far ahead, huh?”

“Always thinkin’, babe,” he murmured, leaning closer, his eyes flicking between yours and your lips. His hand was back on your thigh, the warmth seeping through your jeans.

The air between you grew charged as you reached up, fingers brushing through his golden hair. “Happy birthday,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the distant waves.

His response was immediate, a hand curling behind your neck as he pulled you into a kiss. It started soft, slow, his lips moving against yours in a way that made your breath hitch. But then, something shifted. Maybe it was the heat of the car, the rush of adrenaline from the drive, or the way he groaned softly against your lips—it deepened, turned desperate and heated.

Without thinking, you shifted, unbuckling your seatbelt fully and swinging a leg over his lap, straddling him. His hands gripped your hips instinctively, fingers pressing into you as if he needed to hold on. “Babe,” he murmured against your lips, his voice thick and needy.

You cupped his face, tilting his head to deepen the kiss even further. He tasted faintly of mint, his lips warm and soft yet insistent. The leather seat beneath you creaked slightly as you shifted closer, pressing against him fully. His hands roamed, sliding up your back, anchoring you to him.

“Ya tryin’ to kill me, or is this just another present?” he rasped, pulling back for just a moment to catch his breath. His eyes were dark, his gaze locked on you as if you were the only thing in the world.

“Maybe both,” you replied, running your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly. His head tipped back, a low groan slipping from his throat that made your heart race.

“God, yer amazin’,” he breathed, pulling you closer, his hands wandering over your waist, your thighs. The confines of the car felt smaller, the air hotter, as the two of you lost yourselves in each other. His lips found yours again, more urgent this time, and you couldn’t help but smile against his mouth.

“How about I make you feel good, babe?”

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[osamufication]

he's a pirate

pairing: pirate captain!atsumu x fem!reader

wc: 2.8k

warnings: nsfw, porn with some plot, wax play, impact play, degradation, dom!atsumu, sub!reader, general threats of violence, a sprinkle of authority kink, reader is choked once, fluffy ending

a/n: for the love of FUCK this is not accurate or realistic wax play. please do NOT pour wax from random ass candles on any part of your body thank u

Isn’t this just perfect, you had to get caught didn’t you, you chastise yourself. 

“Unhand me at once you pathetic, filthy pirate!” you screech at the wretched man holding your arms.

“You say pirate like it's a bad thing.” 

You stop thrashing, directing your attention up to the quarter deck. There stands a tall young man with tufts of blonde hair sticking out from under his preposterous hat. He looks down at you and an amused smirk tugs at his lips. “We’re not all that bad.”

The man holding you shoves you down to the floor. You barely keep yourself from falling face first onto the deck.

You glare up at him, flipping your hair out of your face, “I’ll kill you.” you spit.

The man laughs. “We both know you’re not capable of killin’ me, love.” He walks up to the railing, leaning against it. “I’m much too handsome.”

“Give me a break.” you huff. 

“We caught ‘er tryin’ to steal some of our supplies, capn’.”

“Oh? You’ve got some nerve sweetheart,” he chuckles darkly. The blonde makes his way around the railing and down the steps. You watch him carefully, trying to guess what he is playing at. 

He stands before you, and unsheaths his sword. His expression is unreadable as he fits the tip of the blade beneath your chin, tilting your head up to meet his eyes. You clench your jaw, trying to keep yourself from saying something idiotic. 

“Do you know how I punish thieves, poppet?” His voice is sickeningly condescending. 

You keep your mouth shut, refusing to give this moron the satisfaction of following along. By now, a small crowd of crew members had formed, all of them enjoying the free entertainment. 

The captain rolls his eyes, looking around at the rest of his crew, “How should we punish her, eh boys?”

A mess of responses comes from the men. 

“Throw ’er overboard!”

“Strip ‘er and tie ‘er to the mast!”

 “Slit ‘er throat!”

You’re sure the fear is visible in your eyes. The captain looks quite amused by the whole ordeal. 

“True, I usually just throw thieves overboard. But,” he leans down, his face a few mere inches away from yours. “I think I should handle yer punishment a little more... personally.” He turns to face his crew again, “I’ll handle this myself, get back to work ya morons.” 

The crew disperses, groaning in disappointment. They were hoping for a much more entertaining conclusion. But you know this isn’t over for you. 

He finally withdraws his blade and pulls you up to your feet, “Follow me love. Let’s discuss yer punishment in private.” he whispers into your ear. 

As soon as the door of the captain’s quarter’s clicked shut he broke the silence. 

“y/n.” 

“Miya.” you growl. “I meant it when I said I’d kill you.”

“Tch, don’t be like that poppet-”

“Don't call me that.”

“Right. Forgot ya hated that name.” Atsumu sighs, “Love, I know I was a dick. I don’t expect ya to just let me back in, but please give me a chance.”

You sit down in a chair. “And why would I do that, Miya?”

He leans over you, hand on either arm of the chair, trapping you. “Ya know ya miss me. Us.” 

You scrunch up your nose. “That’s awfully arrogant of you.”

He leans in further, nose bumping against yours. “C’mon love. At least stay the night, for old time’s sake.”

You don’t know what possesses you at that moment. This is the man that had left you behind, without so much as a proper warning. He told you in passing he wanted to leave one night and never return. The next day you had woken up to a cold bed and a missing ship. 

You had every intention of chopping off his dick and shoving down his throat if you ever saw him again. But here you are, kissing him as though you still needed him with every fiber of your being.

He grazes your lips with his teeth, hands wandering your body freely.

“Fuck, I missed ya so much love.” Atsumu’s leg slips between your and bumps against your sensitive core. You whimper against his lips, hating how easily you slip into a submissive state for him. 

Atsumu pulls away and boasts a dangerous smirk on his lips. “I’m supposed to be punishing ya darlin’, the men won’t believe I kept my word unless they hear some screamin’.”

He grips the front of your blouse, pulls you out of the chair and shoves you onto his bed. He climbs on top of you, easily tearing the fabric between his fingers. His eyes roll back when he’s greeted with the familiar sight of your bare breasts, barely biting back a groan as he eagerly gropes them. You wrap your legs around his waist, grinding up against his hardening cock. Atsumu kisses you sloppily, teeth roughly clashing against yours. You reach up to throw off his stupid hat and thread your fingers through his hair.

“This is,” you gasp as Atsumu drags his thumb around your nipple, “quite the punishment, Miya.”

In an instant, Atsumu ceases all movement. “You’ve forgotten who yer dealin’ with, princess.” 

He unhooks your legs from around his waist and gets off the bed. You start to sit up, but Atsumu quickly shoves you back down, his massive hand wrapped almost entirely around your throat. “Did I tell you to fuckin’ move?” 

“N-no,” you choke out.

He raises an eyebrow. “Ya seem to have forgotten your manners as well, what a damn shame.”

Before you can react, he releases your neck and slaps you across the face. The sound of the impact echoes throughout the room and rings in your ears.

Atsumu grips your face tightly and forces you to face him. “Let’s try again shall we?” He leans in, his lips ghosting over your own, so close that you can feel his hot breath mingling with yours. 

“Did I give you permission to move?”

You swallow, trying to speak without trembling, “No, s-sir.”

There’s a satisfied glint in his eyes as he releases you. You make sure to stay perfectly still. Without a word of acknowledgement he walks over to his desk, shrugs off his coat, and removes the pistols you were mortified to realize you hadn’t detected. 

From your spot on the bed you get a perfect view of the wonders his pants do for his ass. You're so distracted you don’t notice Atsumu lighting a candle before walking back over to the bedside. 

“Clothes off.”

Once you’ve stripped bare, Atsumu lays you on your back and spreads your legs. Your cunt is already glistening from the heated kissing and grinding.

“You’re positively drenched, darlin’.” 

He reaches over to grab the red candle from the table. He holds it over your stomach, before grinning again. “You’re not allowed to move, but screaming is highly encouraged.”

With that he tilts the candle, letting a drop of wax plop onto your stomach. You hiss and squirm, the heat almost unbearable for a moment. You’re ashamed to admit the sharp pain goes straight to your twitching pussy. Another drop falls a bit higher up your torso. It takes all your willpower to keep still. 

To only make matters worse, as Atsumu drips the candle wax onto your breasts he uses his free hand to start teasing your clit. You mewl as he rubs up and down your slit, inserting a finger as wax lands on your hardened nipples. His fingers graze against that tender spot inside, you arch your back, grinding on his hand. 

“F-fuck, right there!” you choke out. Your eyes are screwed shut, but you feel the drips of wax traveling further down your body. 

“Yer movin’ again,” Atsumu leans forward, the candle flame licking the skin of your side, “Are ya this desperate for me? All that time on your own really did make ya a whore, hmm?”

You shake your head, “No, I didn-”

Before you can finish, Atsumu quickly removes his hand and slaps it against your cunt, hard. You can’t suppress the screech ripped from your throat. 

He sits back between your thighs and sets the candle on the floor by the bed. He nods to your legs, “Grab ‘em and hold ‘em to yer chest. Now.”

You do as he says, feeling your face get hot again. Atsumu’s view must be entirely obscene. If someone were to walk in now, there would be no saving your dignity. 

Atsumu’s eyes are dark and hungry, he hits your cunt again with more force than before. A loud and wet slap echoes in the room along with your shriek. You heave, trying to catch your breath.

He lowers his face between your legs and licks a stripe up, leaving a kiss on your clit. “Such a filthy little whore. Yer really enjoying this aren’t ya?”

You nod your head rapidly, “Y-yes sir, I am.”

“So ya haven’t learned yer lesson about stealin’ from me?”

Oh shit. That’s right.

“I, uh...”

Fuck, you can’t think straight with his tongue grazing against your soaked hole.

“No? Well I’ll have to really punish ya then.”

He holds the candle directly over your pussy, eyes gleaming. 

“W-wait-” You’re interrupted by your own scream as the first drop of wax hits your clit with a plop! 

“That’s what I like to hear, darlin’.” Atsumu’s face boasts a sadistic grin as he continues his assault on your cunt. 

You keep screaming with each drop, the stinging only making you wetter than you already were. Your fingernails leave bright red crescents on your thighs as you grip them to your chest, using all your strength to stay still. There’s wax all over your swollen cunt and you’re sure it must look like an absolute mess. 

“I think yer ready now.” Atsumu mumbles, undoing his pants and taking out his cock. He readjusts himself and teases your dripping pussy with his impossibly hard length. You whimper every time he slips just the head of his cock in. 

“Fuckin’ hell, doll yer still so tight.” He groans, finally pushing all the way in.

Your vision is blurry from all the overwhelming sensations. Atsumu pulls out almost completely before ramming his hips back against yours. Your mouth drops open as he sets the brutal pace you were so familiar with from all those years ago. You whimper and whine with every wet slap of his cock drilling into you. 

Without slowing his pace, Atsumu picks the candle back up. He grins down at you, tipping it over again and lands a particularly large glob of wax on your clit. Your scream is guttural, the feeling of Atsumu hitting your g-spot while the burning wax stimulates your swollen clit entirely overwhelming.

You start to feel a familiar tension in your stomach. Your cunt clenches around Atsumu’s cock, making him throw his head back, eyes screwed shut. He takes a ragged breath before looking you in the eyes and presses his thumb harshly against the wax on your clit.

“F-fuck! Sir, I’m cumming!” You scream, legs shake so violently you lose your grip on them. Before they can hit the bed Atsumu blows out the candle and throws it to the ground. He uses his free arm to hold them back up against you. 

“That’s it darlin’, just like that, keep cumming for me.” Atsumu presses himself harder against you as his thrusts get sloppier. He groans loudly as he cums inside you, his grip on your legs loosening. 

He lets out a ragged breath as his movements come to a stop and he helps you lower your sore legs to the bed.

He leans over you, his strong arms on either side of your head. He kisses you the way he did earlier, as loving as ever. He pulls away from your lips and presses his forehead to yours. You both stay there in comfortable silence for a moment. 

Once you’ve caught your breath, you whisper, “I think we should clean up.”

Atsumu sighs, but reluctantly moves off of you. Dry wax on your body uncomfortably cracks with the movement.

You scrunch up your nose, how the hell are you going to get this off of you?

“Well then? How was that?” Atsumu asks.

 “I suppose,” you turn your head to the captain, “that was satisfactory.” 

Atsumu snorts, “Just satisfactory huh? I’ll go harder next time then, princess.”

You shiver, knowing full well he will keep his word. You also don’t fail to notice his choice of words.

Next time.

You watch as Atsumu stands up and starts pulling his pants back on. The thin sheen of sweat covering his back makes him almost glow in the sunlight shining through the window. He pulls his cotton tunic over his head and turns back to you, a soft look in his eyes. “Let’s get ya cleaned up shall we?”

He opens a cabinet to pull out a cloth and bottle. He places them on the bedside table before situating himself beside you. He douses the cloth with a thick liquid. 

“What is that?” you ask, watching as he starts rubbing it into your skin and over the wax. 

“Olive oil, it’ll get the wax right off of yer skin. I don’t wanna hurt ya or let ya rip the pieces off.” Atsumu dutifully works at your skin, slowly but surely getting all the wax off, and leaving you very oily instead. 

“Miya?”

“I think we’re a bit past the formalities dontcha think?”

You smile sadly, “Atsumu, why are you here? You said you weren’t coming back.”

Atsumu sighs, “I know what I said. And I meant it when I said it, but I was an idiot.”

“Not surprised.”

“Watch it.” Atsumu pinches your leg playfully. “I didn’t realize that what I was looking for wasn’t on the other side of the world.” 

He puts down the rag and walks over to his coat. You sit up against the headboard as he rumages for something in its pockets. He pulls out a little brown box with gold detailing around its borders. He circles the bed, taking a seat beside you. He meets your eyes, “Can’t believe I needed this thing to realize what I really wanted.” 

You frown as he opens the box, expecting to see a giant diamond or aztec gold. 

“A broken compass.” You say, unimpressed.

Atsumu groans, “I’m trying to be dramatic here and yer ruining my moment.” He takes a deep breath, “Yes, it's a compass. But it’s not broken, it points toward whatever it is you most desire.” 

The needle spins back and forth for a split moment before picking a direction. You twist your head back to look behind you, “You want the rum on the table?”

“For fuck’s sake y/n and ya say I’m dense.” He runs a hand down his face. “It’s pointing at you.”

You freeze for a moment. He can’t possibly mean that. 

“Atsumu I swear to god if you're messing with me...” your voice trails off.

Atsumu puts the compass down and takes hold of your hands, “I swear on my life, yer everything I want in this world. I’m fully prepared to sell the ship and stay with ya on dry land if that’s what ya want.”

You blink back tears, “There’s no need to be so dramatic.” You move over so he can take a seat beside you. “I don’t want you to give up sailing. I never did. All I wanted was for you to take me with you, to be with you.”

Atsumu shakes his head, “I was so fuckin’ stupid.”

You smile and curl up next to him, “Not as stupid as I am giving you a second chance. Don’t make me regret this.”

Atsumu drapes his arm around you, planting a kiss on your head, “I’ll make you a pirate queen, darlin’. Just you wait.”

You giggle, “So where are we headed, captain?”

Atsumu grabs the compass again. With his arm secured around you, the needle starts spinning again. It settles in the general direction of the island. 

You raise a brow at him, challenging him to explain why the needle was pointing toward the village.

Atsumu grins like an idiot and reaches over you to snatch the bottle of rum. He rips out the cork with his teeth and spits it out to the floor. He takes a swig before holding it up to your lips, carefully pouring some into your mouth. 

Taking the compass back into his hands it finally settles, pointing out to the open ocean.

You smile, “Looks like we have a heading. Any idea where it may be taking us?”

Atsumu is quiet for a moment, before turning back to you. In his eyes is a glimmer of adventure. Those are the eyes of a troublemaker you fell in love with oh so long ago. 

“Ever heard of the fountain of youth?”

[knivesenvy]

friends helping friends

atsumu miya x reader

warnings: smut, nsfw

summary: “I mean if you’re really curious, I could do it for you.”

word count - 1615

second chapter to worst roommate ever, can be read as a oneshot.

“Are you really bein serious right now?”

“Atsumu, why would I lie about something like this?”

“I just can’t wrap my head around why? Have you even had sex before?” He asked with his eyebrows raised up nearly into his hairline.

“Of course, I’ve had sex! He was just very straight to the point. Didn’t see a reason to do extra stuff.”

“Eating out your girlfriend isn’t “extra stuff”, he should want to do it. Being able to taste the girl you like is enough to make a man cum in his pants.”

“No need to get so graphic, jeez, Tsumu.” you sighed. “He said it was a want, not a need.”

“How is that any more graphic than the conversation we’re already having? And he should want to do it so badly that it becomes a need. He should want to taste you. Taste is a whole different thing than just feeling.”

Speaking of this conversation, you had no recollection of how it even started. Maybe because of an offhand comment one of you made while watching this movie together? Honestly, who knows?

Atsumu was quiet then until he muttered “I mean, do you wanna know what it feels like?”

You just looked at him and blinked. What was the point of asking this?

“Well of course I do, but it’s not really like I have a line of people knocking down the door just to eat me out.”

That comment seemed to fluster the both of you.

“I mean if you’re really curious, I could do it for you.” he’s avoiding eye contact.

No way. No fucking way. It was silly enough to yearn for your pro-athlete roommate, but now he’s literally offering to eat you out.

You’re too stuck in your own head to notice he started to squirm around.

“Sorry, I went too far. I should-”

“Okay.” Who do you think you are to pass up a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity like this? “This is just a friend helping out a friend in need, right?”

You glance to your side and see Atsumu gawking at you, eyes wider than you’ve ever seen them. Did he not think you’d actually say yes? I mean, who wouldn’t say yes?

“Right.” He licks his lips while looking like he’s gonna devour you with those honey eyes of his.

He leans in closer. You feel so hot all of a sudden, almost like you could melt at this point.

“Can I kiss you? Or are we skipping straight to business?”

You answer by leaning forward more and brushing your lips gently against his. He completes the kiss by fully connecting your lips together.

God, you’ve dreamed of this. A steamy make-out session with Atsumu on the couch was enough to suffice you for months. But you knew, knew this was leading to more than just making out.

He leans back and just looks into your eyes. You look back, puzzled as to what he’s looking at.

He opens his mouth, but before he actually says anything he jumps down towards your neck. Leaving sloppy wet kisses and nibbles alongside it. You slowly lean back onto the couch cushions as he slots himself on his knees between your legs. Following your body down to kiss you more.

You glide a hand into his hair and tug a little as you both let out a small moan at the action. You’re so unbearably horny at this point. That moan was fuel to the fire.

He started to kiss and suck on your exposed collar bone. Then he looked up from where he was, lips still in the center of your exposed upper chest, asking for permission to further his travels down. You swear you could've came on the spot just seeing him look up at you like that. Filled with want, or need he would call it.

You nod your head slightly and he leans back on his knees, reaching towards the edge of your shirt to push it up. He throws it to the side the moment it’s off you.

The way he rushes down to your chest and pulls the cup of your bra down to latch onto your nipple makes him almost look more desperate than you right now.

Can’t get over the way he constantly keeps looking up at you, whether to check to make sure everything is fine or to get validation that he’s doing things right by the look of pleasure on your face. Your guess is both.

A tongue is swirled around your nipple as you let out a whine and further your hand buried in his hair.

What is he getting out of this? Out of giving pleasure to his roommate that she’s never received before when he gets nothing in return. Are you thinking about this too much? Or is there something you’re missing? You can’t focus on it too much when you hear the slick pop of his mouth coming off your nipple and lips trailing farther, farther down.

“You good?” Hands placed on the button of your jeans. Asking for one final grant of permission. “You sure about me doin’ this?”

“Of course.” Little does he know you’re so close to begging him for this. You’re sure he’d like that though.

He unbuttons your pants and you help him pull them off you. Now you’re actually nervous. What if he doesn’t like what he sees? Does this feel like a chore more than a favor for him?

A delicate kiss is placed over your clothed clit. A small gasp leaves your mouth and you can see the sly smirk it brings to his face from here. There is the cocky son of a bitch you know.

“Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

He pulls your panties to the side and licks up one full stripe from hole to clit. God, you’ve been missing out on something this good for how long? Missing out on this pleasure. On him.

The strangled moan you let out is enough encouragement for him to continue. Now pulling your underwear completely off you.

Frantically, he pushes your legs apart. Spreading you on full display. You’re so embarrassed at his gawking look.

“Oh, baby…” lets out a low whistle. You're radiating from the pet name. He dives right in lapping up all of your wetness that he could. Like a man starved.

An obscene moan is let out, probably from you and him. Your clit being abused and rubbed raw by his tongue. You’ve never felt pleasure this good before. It makes you wonder how good he is with other parts of his body.

The biggest mistake is looking down. You make direct eye contact with him. He’s been watching you this whole time.

Taking in the fact you can see him grinding his hard-on into the couch. Ears filled with obscene wet sounds and groans from both parties.

The hottest thing is how turned on he is. Just from eating you out. From watching you let go.

Sitting up a little bit, he hooks his arms under your thighs and wraps them around to spread your folds apart. He let a long string of spit slide down out of his mouth and onto your pussy. Never breaking eye contact the whole time. He is so fucking hot. So fucking good at this. You try not to wonder how many girls he’s had to have done this with to be so good at it.

“Holy fuck,” you whine.

A deep chuckle is heard from between your legs and he resumes eating his meal, even more enthusiastically.

Fingers start inching towards your hole. One slides in and you moan even more.

Slowly, another slides in and he hooks them, hitting the spot in you just right.

He rests his head on one thigh, pausing his licking and sucking as he looks up at you, still knuckle deep inside you.

“Feel’s good doesn’t it?” Cocky lil shit.

You don’t miss the way he’s humping the couch even more. He’s getting off on this just as much as you are. Filled with confidence on the effect you’re having on him, you reply.

“Why don’t you focus on finishing what you started.”

Another deep chuckle, “Yes ma’am.” and he’s back to work. Faster, like on a mission. You were so close. Pit in your stomach growing warmer and warmer.

You let out a string of curses. Men have been ruined for you the moment Astumu walked into your life. And now sex, in general, was ruined for you.

Atsumu angled his fingers just right, sucked on your clit, then looked up at you once more, “come on baby, let go” and so you did. You came. Hard. Moaning loudly. Hand threaded through his blonde locks pulling roughly, lost in the pleasure.

He rides out your orgasm with his tongue. Groaning while trying to lick up everything you have to offer.

“You taste so fucking good.”

Fucked out. You’re completely fucked out. Laying limp on the couch as you finally have to hiss and push his head away.

Atsumu crawls back up your body, wetness drenching his lower mouth. Smile covering the rest. He caresses your check. Looks at you with a gaze filled with a little too much admiration.

“Good, right?”

“So fuckin good. Never had better.”

You see the swell of pride in the way he pushes his chest forward.

He leans down and gives you a kiss. You taste yourself and moan. You’re absolutely worn. Have no energy after literally getting the life ate out of you. However, you peer down at his tight pants and are brave enough to ask.

“Want me to return the favor?”

notes - im so sorry i had no idea where to take this story but i wanted to put my favorite tropes into some smut so here it is. hope u enjoyed!

cross-posted to my ao3

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[tiza0925]

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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[vampyirr]

i don't know if you're still doing this, but can you write about atsumu's kink?🫶🏼

yesyes ofc

this is the second person that asked for atsumu

atsumu’s kinks

nsfw!

warnings: exhibitionism, recording, overstimulation, dumbification

exhibitionism

atsumu loves to fuck you in places you can get caught. the locker room before or after a game, in the bathroom in a public space, wherever you guys might get caught he wants to fuck you there. he’d never actually want to get caught but the thrill of almost getting caught turns him on so much.

recording

he loves to record you two having sex. he wants to see how your body looks when he fucks you from another point of view. he really likes to record you taking him from behind. seeing your face in pleasure as he fucks you from behind. when he’s away from home, he looks at the album full of all the videos and pictures he has of him fucking you.

overstimulation

he fucks you even after you cum just see you overstimulated. seeing you whine and trying to stop him turns him on. your in so much pleasure it almost hurts they way he’s still fucking you. you both love it. you get to be in an endless amount of pleasure and he gets to see you struggle and try to push his hips away from yours

dumbification

kinda goes with the last one, he loves seeing you go dumb on his cock. getting lost in so much pleasure you just go stupid. cant think straight because he’s fucking you too good. overstimulating you to the point of just shutting down and letting him do whatever he wants to you.

[thepaperpanda]

Warnings: dry humping, post-timeskip Atsumu

Synopsis: you boldly take the initial stride, enlisting the help of Atsumu to satiate your desires 

Author: @doumadono

A/N: hi, folks, here we go again! This marks my second foray into the Kinktober '23 Collaboration, and guess what? It's my debut in the world of Haikyuu! Brace yourselves, 'cause I'm about to knock it out of the park – hope you're ready to enjoy the ride! 🙌😏 Today's prompt: dry humping

🏐Masterlist🏐

You adored weekends. It was that special time of the week when Atsumu was mostly at home, except for the occasional matches or training sessions. During these weekends together, you both enjoyed indulging in various activities, not necessarily something overly engaging. Sometimes, it was as simple as a quiet book reading session. Atsumu with his favorite book and you with yours, cuddled together on the couch, sipping on warm beverages.

That day had begun innocently enough, both of you enjoying a rare lazy day at home, free from Atsumu's usual training commitments. As you lounged together, engrossed in your books, you nonchalantly threw your legs over his lap. 

Atsumu's hand found its place on your thigh, just above your knee, his thumb caressing the soft fabric of your cotton leggings in a mesmerizing rhythm. While he continued to delve into the dense criminal book before him, you found it increasingly challenging to concentrate on your psychological thriller while you felt the warmth of his hand on you. Oh, your boyfriend had an effect on you, there was no doubt.

The decision to take your relationship slow had seemed logical at the time, but now, with the seemingly innocent touch sending electrifying sensations through your spine and directly to your core, you couldn't recall the rationale behind it. Yet, you started to realize that you yearned for Atsumu and his touch. The desperation had grown to the point where you were on the verge of breaking your own rules.

You resisted for a few minutes before impulsively taking the book from his hands. Straddling him, you cupped his handsome face with your palms, initiating a slow, deep kiss that ignited a passionate blaze between you. Atsumu's hands traveled to your hips, and his touch traced the length of your spine through the soft shirt you wore. The electric current that had begun with the touch of his thumb on your thigh now surged between you, filling the air with palpable desire as your kisses grew increasingly fervent.

His grip on your hips urging you both closer until you could practically feel the heat radiating from each other's centers made you gasp deeply. He moaned into the kiss and pulled your lip between his bottom teeth, sucking on it.

Gently tugging at the short, dark hair at the nape of his neck, you exposed his throat and began a series of open-mouthed kisses along it, leaving a small mark where you could feel his pulse quickening. Your fingers moved stealthily, sliding up to pull his t-shirt up, allowing your hands to explore the soft skin of his torso. It was a mutual decision to shift positions during this intimate encounter, and as you gazed into his large, brown eyes, you couldn't help but grin. You adjusted your hips so that his crotch was nestled between your legs, and when you rolled your pelvis experimentally, both of you couldn't contain your moans.

Your breaths were becoming increasingly ragged, and you were acutely aware of his fascinated gaze as you moved together. "Oh, Atsumu, you’re so good to me, baby...."

Atsumu didn't stop you; in fact, he supported himself with one foot on the floor, giving you a more stable surface to grind against. Leaning in so close that his nose was buried in your hair and his lips brushed against your ear. He ran the ip of his tongue on his bottom lip, and  whispered, "Will you cum for me, Y/N?"

A needy whine escaped your lips, and you nodded vigorously, arching your body to press even closer to him, craving more of the delicious friction between your thighs. "Y-yeah, yes, I'll, oh God..."

Atsumu maintained his firm stance, propped up on his elbow while skillfully keeping your hands at bay. The tantalizing friction of his rock-hard cock against your clit sent waves of pleasure rippling through you, even through the thin layers of clothing that separated your bodies. Your impending climax simmered powerfully and achingly low between your thighs. Lost in the rhythm of your movements against him, it took you a moment to realize you had been moaning his name, desperately entreating him for release. "Oh, Atsumu, baby, yes, yes, you feel so good….”

His wicked chuckle, delivered right against your ear, caused your core to spasm and throb around emptiness, your orgasm tantalizingly close. "Oh, babygirl, holy hell, you’re hot.”

As you let out a soft, almost incoherent whimper, his fingers traced a tantalizing path along the curve of your hip, slipping into the dip at your waist and then up over your ribs to gently cup your breast. His thumb grazed your nipple through your shirt ever so delicately, and a shiver of pleasure coursed through you. He continued to caress the pebbled nub with a rhythmic motion, lifting his head from your neck to gaze at you intently. His lips brushed yours in a fleeting kiss, more like a whisper, as he murmured, "Cum for me, babygirl, I know you can."

In response, a moan escaped your lips, a sound that even to your own ears, sounded raw and desperate. You nodded fervently, your body writhing against his, your hands finding their way to his hair and face as he finally released them. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

Atsumu had leaned back slightly to observe your expressions, and the look of wonder in his eyes filled you with gratitude as your orgasm washed over you, forcing your eyes shut as you quivered against him.

He held you tenderly as you rode out the waves of pleasure, only shifting to cuddle you when your breathing steadied, and your eyes fluttered open. 

You could feel his presence against your pussy still but he was only half-hard now, the bulge in his sweatpants barely visible. "I love you, Atsumu," you whined, nuzzling him.

“And I love you too, my wild babygirl.”

[forusomimiya]

He likes to have eye contact with you while his watching another man who is not him fucking you raw.

He likes to have eye contact with you with one hand on his cock, asking you to be obedient to the man who’s asking you to kneel down to fuck your pretty mouth.

He likes to have eye contact with you when you moan his name but it's another cock that's filling you.

He likes to have eye contact with you as he licks the other man's juice dripping out your pussy.

He likes to have eye contact with you when you cry and beg for his cock long enough to finally get it.

KAGEYAMA, BOKUTO, SUNA, KUROO, ATSUMU, OIKAWA, IWAIZUMI, ASAHI