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lovely desire | miya atsumu

pairing: atsumu x reader

genre: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

words: 2.7k

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Atsumu is used to being used. In the beginning, it hurt, he got ready to go on a date, took them to a nice restaurant, treated them right like Mama Miya taught him to, paid for the bill, then when he realized his date was on his bed and the next thing he knew he woke up alone, no trace of his previous night’s company and no text back, not a call, a DM, absolutely nothing. 

He didn’t give up though, he was pursuing a real relationship, a connection with someone, anyone, who would be by his side every day, love him, and be loved by him. But the more he searched for it the farther away it felt. Almost like it was unattainable and for someone who worked for everything and strived to gain everything it was a foreign feeling. 

Every single date ended up the same way, nail scratches on his back, hickeys on his neck, and the other side of the bed cold. He stopped using Tinder and Grindr, but even the pretty people he met in coffee shops or at parties treated him the same way. Like all that he was good for was his body, for the third leg in his pants, the ability to make them feel good. 

During some random 3 a.m thoughts, Atsumu became sure that maybe love just wasn’t for him, actually, maybe it wasn’t for someone like him. Perhaps he was a dick like many said many times before and people only saw him as a sex toy, a disposable human dildo with no feelings or emotions, no one that important or special to be something more in their lives. He felt like he was indispensable, and for someone who on the court was not, it felt weird to be so indispensable in real life. Like his emotions were invalid, that his wants and desires were not treasured. That night he also decided that maybe that’s just how his life is going to be. 

So he became used to it, he believed in it. Just like everything else in his life, he strived to be the best sex toy there would ever be. If his only purpose was sex, the least he could do was provide sexual satisfaction for his partners for those two or three hours he had with them. He found pride in making them roll their eyes to the back of their heads, extract loud moans and screams from the bottom of their lungs, and he thought that maybe there would be something else in the way they say his name, or so he hoped, but his expectations were never reached.

Then he met you, a pretty girl who happened to bump into him randomly while he was entering Onigiri Miya. He caught the way you blushed when your eyes landed on his face and how you became instantly flustered and timid, how you still pushed yourself to engage in a conversation with him despite your light stutter and red cheeks. You even managed to ask him out when he reciprocated his interest. 

So he drove to his regular restaurant where he joined you for dinner. He was sure of how this night would end, after all, the shy ones are always the worst. Or so he forced himself to believe. You greeted him with a cheerful smile, asked him for help on what to order since you had never been to that restaurant before, you asked him about what he does for a living and seemed excited about finding out more about his career as a volleyball player, you praised him for following his dreams, told jokes to make him laugh, you kept wanting to know more and more about him, and the most earth-shattering action of yours was that you didn’t throw yourself at him once you stepped out of the place. You two took a walk in a park nearby, laughing and messing around under the bright starry sky, he even stole a kiss from you when he walked you to your car.

He could call this date a success, the first one in a long time where he actually felt good and somehow admired, but there’s this voice in the back of his head that says it’s all too good to be true, one date wasn’t enough for him to know whether or not you were just like the others.

 So after texting one another for a few more days, you went on a second date, just as good as the first one. You took him to a dog café near your house, where you go to relax when college gets on your nerves. A brown dachshund seemed to be very fond of the blond man, he followed him around and laid on his feet when he sat down, scratching his leg every now and then as if demanding to be petted. 

The both of you enjoyed the tiny creature’s company and each other’s. Atsumu found himself beginning to get attached to you but at the same time not being able to let himself feel completely, the annoying voices in his head saying he wasn’t worthy of anything more than sex taking the best of him. It was hard, every time he texted you he awaited the typical “wyd?” or “wanna come over?” that he just seems to expect from every girl. He was close to ghosting you because he liked you too much to have you just leave after a one-night stand, but he figured one more date wouldn't hurt anyone, would it? 

>> ‘hey, sweetheart, are you free today?’’

<< ‘i am in the afternoon :)’

>> ‘wanna hangout?’

>> ‘ofc, can we have an stay in-date though? we could watch netflix or smt, but my roommate is studying so can it be at your place? I don’t want to bother them with noise’

‘sure, come over ;)’

In all honesty, Atsumu is kind of disappointed. Everyone knows what ‘watching netflix’ actually means, and he really thought you were different. Still, he tidies up his place, changes the bedsheets, takes a shower, and makes sure he’s got everything shaved. 

After twenty minutes, there’s a knock on his door. 

“Hi, Atsu.” You sing, stepping in to give him a hug and a kiss on his cheek. 

“Hey, Sweetheart. Come on in, make yourself at home.”

You walk further into his apartment and sit on the couch.

“I brought some snacks for us!” You say, taking them out of your purse and setting them on his coffee table. 

He chuckles at your excitement and joins you on the sofa. Atsumu had already prepared a movie, the same one that he has watched a hundred times before but never paid attention to, he thinks he’s the only netflix subscriber who watches it since it is his go-to movie for moments like this.

He presses play and shifts a little closer to you. You keep your eyes attentive to the big screen and hands automatic on the food wrappings, slowly noticing how your date keeps getting closer and closer subtly. You smile to yourself and finish what he started, laying your head on his shoulder. He throws his arm around your waist to pull you closer and pulls your legs to rest on his, then puts his free hand on your arm, softly caressing your skin. 

You look up to him with a smile and he stares at you for a few seconds before diving in for a kiss. It’s a simple kiss at first, a soft press of lips perfectly placed on each other, but when you start to pull away Miya’s hand brings you back to it, with more intensity than before. 

He keeps kissing you simply for a few moments, then presses your bodies together and grips your hips. The sudden movement makes you gasp, and he takes advantage of this to slip his tongue into your mouth. Atsumu’s kisses are intoxicating, overwhelming, and devoting. You start to melt under his ministrations, completely hypnotized by him. 

Your hands climb to his face, one cupping his jaw and the other going higher to tangle in his hair. He hums when your nails scratch his scalp, head throwing back a bit to prolong the touch. 

You finally pull your mouth back to get some much-needed air but keep your forehead pressed on his. Miya leans back on the backrest, painting just as much as you, and grabs the hem of his shirt. He starts to pull it upwards, displaying his defined abs and when he’s halfway through it he hears your yelping. He slips his head off of the fabric and looks to the side to see you with your hands covering your eyes. 

He chuckles under his breath, finding it cute how you got flustered. Atsumu grabs your wrists and pulls them down. 

“It’s okay, Pretty, you can look.” He smirks. 

Then he switches to his sweats, undoing the little rope knot, and you panic when the realization hits you. You look around quickly and spot the bathroom door open in the hall, without thinking twice you sprint there and close the door behind you, leaning your back on it. 

You can feel your face burning hot, after all, you just saw a volleyball player’s well-worked body, how could you not get flustered over that? You feel yourself scream internally because damn did his kisses fluster you as well, but what was he doing? Is this what he wanted? Was this all you were to him? A quickie after all the dates? 

Atsumu slips his shirt back on and gets up from the couch, more confused than he’s ever been. Was this not what you wanted? 

“Y/n, what's wrong? Are you okay?” He asks over the door. 

“No! Yes! Ah! I don’t know!” You bury your face in your hands in frustration. “Are you dressed?” 

“Yeah.”

You turn the doorknob and open it slowly, peaking out to check if he’s actually dressed. He might’ve put his shirt inside out but that’s not the point right now. You look at him and all you can think of is his six-pack, which is not helpful to your attempts of clearing the blush on your cheeks. 

“Are you okay?” He asks again. 

“What’s wrong with you?”

“What do you mean what’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?”

“Me?!” 

“Yes, you!” 

“Atsu, what?! You just, you just came out of nowhere with that? I mean I’m flattered but.” 

“What do you mean out of nowhere? Isn’t this what you wanted??” 

You look at him bewildered. Have you shown him any signs that he misunderstood?

“What are you talking about?”

“You came over to ‘watch netflix’ as in have sex, right?”

You’re sure your eyes might fall off your face if you widen them anymore. You blink a couple of times, completely in disbelief of the situation you’re in. 

You start walking back to the living room and sit on the couch, proceeding to put on your shoes. 

“So, are we having sex or not? Are you a virgin? Is that why you’re so flustered?”

“What?! No! I’m not a virgin, I just don’t want to have sex with you!”

“Oh.”

“Um, well if that’s the case then why are you even here? What more besides sex could you want from me? I don’t have much to offer.” he murmurs. 

Suddenly, Atsumu feels something hurting inside his chest. You just rejected him, more specifically his body, the one thing he believed he had to offer. Was he not even worthy of that? What was this feeling in his chest? It felt worse than when he woke up in the morning alone, again. It felt like someone was slowly carving his heart out. Like he couldn’t even feel himself breathe properly. 

“No, I mean- I do want to have sex with you but we’re not even boyfriend and girlfriend yet and I’m not ready for it right now.”

You start rethinking all the moments you spent with Miya. Did you misread the whole thing? Did you ignore the red flags and signs he gave you on dates? 

“Was sex all you wanted?” You ask, standing up from the sofa. “I thought you were after a relationship like I was, but if sex is all you want then I guess this ain’t going to work, Miya.”

“No! I want a relationship too! It's just that- I thought that was what you wanted ‘cause all the people I’ve been with before were with me only because that’s what they wanted and after they had it they left. I just assumed, no I let myself believe that you were the same. You aren't, you hadn’t even tried on our first date, but then I read your text about wanting to stay in and it just, it just felt like ‘oh, this is it.’ I just, it’s easier to let them get what they want and sacrifice what I want instead.

You catch the way his voice slightly cracks when he says that, the sudden shine on his eyes that is quickly blinked away as he pushes his emotions away. 

“Atsu…”

He looks down to his feet, he digs his nails in his palms, he holds his breath, he does everything he can think of to stop the tears from flooding his eyes. 

“Look i’m sorry that I made a move on you, I really fucked it up this time huh? You’re free to leave if you want.” 

He attempts to turn away, but you walk over to him and take his face in your hands gently, slowly making him look up to you. 

“You are way more than just a sexual being, Atsumu.”

That was his last straw. He couldn't keep his tears away any longer. And he lets them fall, he lets them hit your skin and make your fingers wet. 

You guide him to sit on the couch with you and pull him to a hug, securing a hand in the back of his head while he sobs into your chest. Your heart breaks as you watch him, the man you so admired for his confidence. His ability to just simply be who he is so effortlessly. Like he knew who he was, what he was here to achieve in this short life span that we are all given. 

“Atsumu, you are so much more than that. You’re funny, you’re kind, you’re passionate, you’re sincere, you’re brave, confident, you light up the room you’re in. And you are attractive, you are handsome, very very very handsome, but that’s not all you have to offer, it’s not your only trait. It’s not the trait that describes you as a whole.”

He sniffs and controls his hiccups, slowly getting out of your embrace and wiping his tears. 

“I’m sorry.” He starts. “I’m really sorry. I probably made you uncomfortable. And now I’m crying, God, you must think I’m pathetic.” He breathes out. 

You soften your eyes and help him dry his cheeks. 

“There you go again with that self-degrading talk, I don’t think you’re pathetic, Atsu, you’re far from that. And it’s okay, it’s all just a misunderstanding. Look at me.” You order, then hold his hand. “I’m going out with you because I like you. I’m interested in you, in your personality. In who you are as a person, the things you stand for, the jokes you make, the confidence you exude, I would never use you for your body and walk away right after. I would use your body and then make you breakfast in the morning.” 

He chuckles at your last statement and twists his hand to intertwine your fingers together. 

“Thank you, Y/n. I needed that.”

You smile sweetly at him and lean in to kiss his cheek. 

“No problem, Atsu. Whenever you need to be reminded of how amazing you are just tell me.”

Atsumu pulls you into a hug, before basically becoming dead weight over your body on the couch, determined to get cuddles while washing all the sadness away. 

Maybe it would take a little while for him to completely understand he’s more than just what his body can offer, but he knows you’ll be there to show him what he deserves all the way. 

[jxbsbokuto]

tsukishima kei proposing to you after a long distance relationship

pairing: tsukishima x gn!reader

genre: fluff, romantic

words: 1.3k

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Tsukishima Kei had smiles for every person and occasion. The sarcastic one, for when he's messing with his friends or talking back some provokation, the polite one, mostly used when he’s talking to adults, the subtle one, for when he’s near the people he loves but tries to contain his expression of affection as much as he can (but you can still see how the corners of his mouth lift slightly), the one for his parents and the one almost imperceptible, for when he’s on the volleyball court. But there was one more: Tsukishima Kei’s true smile.

For a long time you had no idea it existed, but after you saw it, you promised yourself to make him smile everyday.

“The plane is arriving in ten minutes!” You send the message and lock your phone, looking out of the window to see the brightful daylight turning shades of purple and blue.

“I’m here. Remember to pick up ALL your bags, we don’t want you to lose your wardrobe. Again.” You roll your eyes playfully at your boyfriend’s response.

Happiness fills your chest at the thought of being reunited with him again. Spending four years overseas was hard. You were alone in a country you didn’t know, studying in a foreing language, living with people of different cultures and habits, away from your family, friends, and beloved partner. But as difficult as it was, you would do it all again.

Thankfully with the help of the internet, you and Tsukki managed to overcome the long distance relationship. Sometimes the time difference got in the way, but waking up to an audio of the blond wishing you a good day and encouraging you to keep going was a big boost to start the day in a good mood. You had scheduled facetime calls every week, that you two were very committed to, no matter what you knew the other would be on the other side to pick up the call. At times the distance was painful, not having the comforting touch, smell, presence of each other, but you had to remind yourselves that soon enough you would be back into one another’s arms.

Like your boyfriend reminded you, you make sure to grab all your luggage. Excitement flows throughout your body as you walk out of the gate where people are waiting for their loved ones. You look through the crowd a little until golden brown eyes meet yours.

“Kei!”

You run to him, letting a few bags behind, and jump into his arms, wrapping your legs around his hips. He holds you tight and spins you around a few times, burying his face on your neck to finally feel that sweet perfume of yours.

You cup his face with both hands and kiss him deeply. He kisses you back immediately, both smiling though the kiss.

“I missed you so much.” He says, pressing his forehead on yours.

“I missed you more.”

“Impossible.”

You get off of him and he helps you get the forgotten bags on the airport floor. He takes the time you’re distracted with your things to admire you and how much you changed during your time apart. The phone camera just couldn’t capture how prettier you got during these past years, and gladfully, now he can take in your beauty as my=uch as he wants to.

“Did you get shorter?” He asks with a smirk, patting your head as if to measure your height.

You squirt your eyes and pout, earning a laugh from him. He can see the tiredness in your eyes, a result of the long flight and poor nap sessions during it.

“Wanna go home and cuddle?” Your eyes light up and you intertwine his fingers with yours.

“Yes!”

Both of you make your way to his apartment, sharing kisses, hugs and caresses every now and then. After taking a shower, you waste no time plopping yourself on Tsukishima’s chest and stumble into a deep sleep, being warmed up by his arms around you.

[...]

You wake up a couple hours later to a cold bed. Still rubbing your eyes, you sit up and search for the blond in the room. You lazily get up and walk to the hall to find the whole apartment with the lights off, the only illumination source is a yellowish glow coming from where you suppose is the kitchen.

“Kei?” You call out.

“I’m here, precious.”

When you enter the kitchen you see the table set with delicious looking food and candles lit up in the middle. Your eyes widen and a surprised smile pasts your lips.

“Kei, this is beautiful...” You say, approaching him. He pulls you closer by the waist and delivers a kiss to your forehead.

“I thought we should celebrate your return.”

With his free hand he pulls the chair for you to sit and you do so willingly. Tsukishima sits in front of you and asks about how it was to study abroad, he already knew of course, since you two talk constantly, still, he would never get tired of the things you say - no matter how many times you do -. He asked about your course and felt his chest flutter as your eyes shined when you said your favorite things about it or funny stories of you and your friends.

He had missed this so much. Just listening carefully to every word that falls out of your mouth, enjoying your sweet presence, he could do it all day, he wants to do it all day.

“… and then we had to run out of there- baby, are you okay? Is there a problem.” Kei comes out of his trance, he didn’t even noticed how he was staring at you

“I’m great.” He says, taking a bite of his food. You raise an eyebrow in suspicion.

“Now, tell me.”

“What?”

“What were you thinking?”

“Nothing much.”

“You were so focused on it, c’mon, tell me.”

“It’s just- I missed you a lot. And being away from you was killing me, I missed you all the time, I missed your laugh, your voice, your messy hair when you wake up, your clinginess. I just couldn’t be away from you anymore, I don’t want to be away from you ever again.” He sighs and gets up, then crunches down beside you and takes your hands in his. “I love you. More than you could ever imagine.”

“I love you more, Kei.” You lean down to kiss him. It’s not every time that your boyfriend is sweet like this, at least not with words, he usually shows his love through actions, so you make sure to enjoy the fullest moments like this.

Tsukishima reaches for his pocket during the kiss, grabbing a small velvet box he has been keeping for a while now. He breaks the kiss, locking at you with nothing but love in his eyes, and shaking slightly as he opens the box.

“L/n Y/n, will you stay with me forever?”

You look down to see a beautiful ring. It’s not flashy, with big diamonds or anything like that, it’s way better, a simple, elegant silver ring with a delicate stone on top.

“Kei…” You bring both hands to your mouth. Tears start to flow down your cheeks and you start to not continuously. “Yes! Of course yes!”

And there it was. Tsukishima Kei’s true smile. A beautiful smile that made the blush from your cheeks rin down your whole body, a warm, bright smile that you’re sure could light up the whole town.

He takes the ring out and puts it on your finger, then kisses your knuckles gently.

“I love you so much.” He wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face on your neck, where you can feel him still smiling against your skin..

“I love you too.”

From then on, you started to see that smile more often. But you were wrong in one thing, not only that was Tsukishima Kei’s true smile, that was his smile for you.

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gatinha | hinata shoyou

pairing: hinata x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: manga spoilers!

words: 0.6k

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a/n: i’ve been having brasil hinata brainrot for three days now and it’s far from done🥴

“Ei, Gatinha.” Is what Hinata Shoyou says when he comes up to you at a bar in Rio.

From his accent you know he’s a foreigner, and instead of being annoyed by the pet name you find the way it falls out of his lips rather adorable.

He asks what you do for a living as a conversation starter and without realizing you’re falling under the spell of the Japanese boy.

“Fala, Gatinha.” Is what he says when he meets you at the beach a few days later, accompanied by a soft kiss on your cheek.

He told you to stop by someday so you could play beach volleyball together, which would be more like him teaching you how to play.

You two spent the whole afternoon at Ipanema, talking, playing, running around, swimming at the sea. You felt like a teenager all over again, with red cheeks and a gobbly smile on your face.

“Fica a vontade, Gatinha.” Is what he says after your fourth date when he invites you over to his and Pedro’s apartment.

Neither of you wanted the day to end, so you agreed to go over and watch a movie with him.

Needless to say the movie was long forgotten when you climbed into his lap. Your hands tugging on his orange strands, his on your waist and a breathtaking kiss.

Then the “Gatinha.” turned into “Minha Gatinha.”

“Fica mais um pouco, Minha Gatinha.” Is what he mumbles onto your shoulder on a Sunday morning.

Your limbs were intertwined and his arm thrown over your torso, pulling you closer to give him warmth.

You couldn’t help but smile at how beautiful he looked under the soft sunshine that peaked out of his bedroom curtains. The sight was enough for you to ignore the brunch you were supposed to have with your parents, even if it meant hearing a handful because of it.

“Minha Gatinha, eu te a-” Is what he tries to say before bidding his goodbye at the airport, but you cut him off with a kiss instead.

“Fala quando você voltar, Shô.” You respond with teary eyes and a fondly smile.

In his eyes there was a promise. That he would come back. That he would be in your arms again.

“Tô com saudade, Minha Gatinha :(” Is what he texts you when he’s in Japan.

You two agreed to not be in a long distance relationship, but that agreement was the same as nothing as you two kept texting each other every day and facetiming at unholy hours.

“Vencemos, Gatinha!” Is what he texts you after his game against the Adlers.

You already knew, of course. You had pulled an all-nighter just to watch your Shô playing against his high school rival and best friend.

His first game as a professional player. You couldn’t be prouder.

“Gatinha…” Is what he says over the phone when the image of you crying pops up on his screen.

It didn’t take long for him to start tearing too. He missed you like crazy, he loved you like he never loved anyone before, and being miles and miles away from you made his heart clench.

“Tô em casa, Gatinha.” Is what he whispers to your ear as he hugs you from behind.

You jumped in your place because of the scare, but quickly turned around once his voice got registered in your brain.

“Shô? Shô!” Is what you say when you jump into his arms, legs locked around his waist in a koala hug.

“Eu te amo, Shô.” Is what you say before kissing him deeply.

“Eu também te amo, Minha Gatinha.”

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