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ceijoh · 2 years

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title: holy ground

summary: in which miya atsumu is completely in love with you and you find that very hard to believe.

word count: 3.2k+

warnings/contents: angst, fluff, humour

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Miya Atsumu has always been a stubborn man. He was stubborn in his opinions, and feelings, and contrary to the popular belief that he flies through people romantically -that was not the case.

He’s only ever had two major loves in his life, the first being the girl in the cereal commercial when he was a kid. Atsumu was dead set on marrying her and living on a dairy farm, and plus free cereal for life. It wasn’t until he found out that she wasn’t real -courtesy of Osamu- that he refused to believe in love.

He’s had crushes and flings, sure, especially in high school, the majority of people do. However, he was too busy trying to win Nationals and be the best setter in Japan that romantic relationships often took the third or fourth spot in his priority list.

Then he met you. It was raining, Atsumu remembers meeting you. You coming in, rushing into the training centre, while you handed off a bento box to his personal trainer. Watching from the ground he was sitting on, watching as you turned, almost slipping on the floor because of your wet shoes, and Atsumu rushing over to help you before anyone could.

Looking down at your wide eyes, your mouth parted in shock and the sheepish smile that soon took over, until he said, “Oi, watch where yer goin’, could have damaged the floor wit’ that face.”

At the scowl on your face, and a clever comeback on your lips, he decided right then and there that you were the only person that was going to be in his heart. You were the only person that he wanted to love, and he wanted to prove it to you.

What Atsumu didn’t know was that loving you was quite a challenge. He was expecting you to put up a little fight, but ultimately after a couple of weeks, you would fall into his arms and you would start your happy ever after. Because that’s how the greatest love stories go, right?

It wasn’t easy for Atsumu, it turns out you were more closed off to the idea of love than he thought. Having been burnt from past lovers, and not really having your parents as good relationship models obscured what your idea of love was.

You told him that you weren’t ready for a relationship, not after your last ex. The pain and games he put you through wasn’t worth the bits and pieces of affection that he gave you. You needed to take time to work on yourself, to find out who you really were before starting a relationship.

Plus, you weren’t over your ex, as much of an asshole as he was, he still had a place in your heart, and while Atsumu was starting to slowly creep in, you refused to start something with him while your heart wasn’t fully committed to one person. As much as you have started to fall for Atsumu, you just couldn’t do that to him.

Atsumu knew all of this. He knew he had his shortcomings. He knew that he was impatient when it came to things, but with you? He would wait a million years if he had to.

He remembers the conversation he had with you when he first declared that he loved you, and you said that he was being stupid. Which he probably was, because it was months into being friends with you.

“I’m in love with you,” Atsumu blurted out as you sat down next to him. You slowly passed the bag of takoyaki to him.

“Well, I know that I did you a favour by bringing the best takoyaki Osaka can offer but I didn’t realise it will bring such a strong reaction,” you jested as you willed your heartbeat to slow down.

“I’m being serious,” you knew that he was. From the moment he finished his sentence, you would have placed all your money that this moment was the most serious moment in Atsumu’s life.

“‘Tsum, we’ve talked about this,” you turned to face the ground, unable to look at the distraught or angry look on his face. “I can’t. Not yet.”

“I never said that I wanted us to be in a relationship,” Atsumu smiled at you fondly, not that you could see it. Placing the bag by his side, Atsumu slowly reached out for your hand that was now fiddling with the bottom of your top. “I just wanted ya to know,” he shrugged, as if the atomic bomb he just dropped was a mere raindrop. “I don’t mind waiting, if it’s for you.”

“What happens if I ask you to wait forever?”

“I’m a patient man.”

“You’re one of the most impatient people I know.”

“I can learn.”

“I think, I think that I may want to start a relationship with him,” at the knowing glance of Tsukishima, you rolled your eyes.

“Wow, you’ve finally come to the conclusion that everyone has,” at the bluntness of his tone, you roughly shoved him. Looking at his watch, “It only took you long enough.”

At the passing comment, you frowned. “Do you think I took too long?”

Hearing the sincerity in your tone, Tsukishima’s smirk dropped a little, and briefly looked at Kuroo who just shrugged at him telling him silently ‘you fix it’.

Tsukishima scoffed and rolled his eyes, “That man is wholly in love with you that it’s so fucking disgusting, anyone and everyone can see it. You could be fifty and he would still love you the same amount, possibly more.”

Letting yourself through the door, you called out Atsumu’s name. Hyping yourself up mentally, you felt pretty good. You felt confident, and this was something that you’ve wanted to do for a long time. You looked at your hands which were slightly shaking and you closed them tightly, swallowing the heartbeat in your mouth.

Walking over to his couch, you briefly looked at the beautiful view that Atsumu’s apartment overlooked. It was absolutely breathtaking. Calling his name out again, you watched as he popped out from his bedroom, a bright smile on his face.

Feeling your heart relax at the sight of him, you smiled largely. Before you could say anything, you heard another pair of footsteps, turning around to face the person, you couldn’t help but feel your heart drop to your stomach.

You’ve seen this before, you’ve felt this emotion before. Before, you would have cried and screamed and stormed out of his flat before he or she could say anything. But now? You felt frozen, numb and detached. It felt like you were watching the scene unfold in front of your eyes but you were not yourself.

“Oh Atsumu-san, thank you for lending me your shirt,” a woman you’ve never seen before walks out of Atsumu’s kitchen, looking at the clothing that was now on her body.

Finally noticing that Atsumu wasn’t wearing a shirt either, your brain connected the clues. Eyes roaming over his body, you couldn’t detect any love marks, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have them.

Turning to you, Atsumu paled. No, fuck no. This was not happening. Pinching himself, he realised that this was in fact happening. “(Y/N), it’s not what you think.”

“OH!” You yelped out, forcing yourself to calm down by clenching your first, you internally berated yourself. This was not the time to cry. “Oh, I’m so, sorry,” you rushed out your apologies, bowing profusely, already mentally and emotionally checking out of the place. You both gave them a tight lipped smile, “I’m just leaving, I’ll leave you two.”

Rushing out the door, desperately trying to wipe away the tears before any of them saw, you ran to the elevator. Punching the key to make it go faster, you could hear Atsumu’s footsteps rushing out to catch up to you.

Praying to every deity you could think of, you were finally blessed when you heard the familiar ding. Pushing the lobby, and forcing the doors to close, you kept your eyes down as you saw Atsumu rounding the corner before the door closed.

Gasping and leaning on the wall, you let out a painful sob. You knew this was going to happen, eventually this was going to happen. It always did, so why did this kill you more than anything? If this was love, you didn’t want it.

“(Y/L/N)-san,” the familiar voice of the waiter greeted. Looking at the clock and realising that it’s only been a couple of hours since he last saw you, “You’re back.”

Shrugging and smiling at him, he led you to your favourite booth. Sitting down and telling him your order, with a few extra sides, you collapsed forward. Realising that this was the booth that you and Atsumu always sit in brought a new fresh set of tears. Your heart clenching, you tried to drink some water to try anything to distract you.

You sat there in silence, not even bothering to look at your phone. You knew that Atsumu was calling you and texting you by the frequent vibrations. Maybe tomorrow when you’ve had a somewhat decent night's rest and food will make your head feel more balanced.

“No Miya-san, today?” The waiter asked as he placed down the first couple of dishes.

Looking up at him, you smiled politely, “He was preoccupied doing other things.”

“I thought we made a promise that we’d never go here by ourselves?”

Clenching your jaw, you refused to look at the man standing by the booth. And you promised to wait, jerk.

You watched as Atsumu leaned back into the booth, grabbing his own chopsticks and picking up the dumpling you were about to eat.

“Miya Atsumu,” you warned, giving him a glare. All he did was grin back at you and plop the dumpling in his mouth. Unaware that it was a soup dumpling, which earned you a front row seat to the MSBY star setter burning his mouth and panicking as the hot soup went all over his clothes.

Glaring half-heartedly at your laughter, you handed him some napkins. “Serves you right for trying to eat my food.”

“But ya love me,” gone was your smile and easiness.

Once cooled down, Atsumu began to eat bits and pieces of your food. “Ya know, yer one of the smartest people I know,” he looked up at you after eating a piece of beef. “So why are yer so dumb right now?”

Offended you scowled at him, “What the actual fuck, ‘Tsum?”

Leaning back into his seat, playing with the placemat, “Why do ye think that I’d sleep with someone else when I told you that I love you?”

Glancing away from his stare, you looked at the restaurant around you. It was dead quiet, and you could hear the quiet rain from outside. Shrugging, you took a sip of your drink. “I mean, it’s been so long I thought that maybe you would have been done waiting. I wouldn’t fault you for sleeping or wanting to sleep with someone else.”

It hurt to say those words to Atsumu because you hoped that he didn’t. While it was selfish of you to indirectly ask him to wait, you just wanted someone to wait for you, like all you've been doing all your life.

Atsumu rolled his eyes and leaned forward, flicking your hand once -which earned another scowl, he looked at you. A part of you wanted to look away but something inside of you told you that you needed to look at him.

“I told yer, and I’ll gladly tell you again, that I’ll wait for you,” he stated simply like you just asked him the weather.

“But why?”

Shrugging, “Because I love you. Yer it for me, no one else. If I have to wait another year, or ten years, I’ll do so.”

“But why?”

“Do ya want a list?” he arched his brow and when you didn’t respond, he shrugged, and paid complete attention to you. “First, you make me laugh. With yer stupid dad jokes that ya tell all the time, the weird tiktoks that you send me at 2 in the morning, or yer goofy lil’ habits,” struggling to keep eye contact with him, you looked down on the table. “Yer never fail to make me smile, especially on the rough days after losin’ a match, yer always there to bring a smile to ma face.”

Tapping twice on the table, you watched as his fingers moved over to yours and started tapping on it, one, two, three, pause, one, two, three, pause.

“Second, you support me. Ya’ve always had ma back even when I was the shittiest person to be around, do ya remember how many times I’ve snapped at ya when I was tryin’ out for a spot on the National team? After every snap, after every argument, or when I’ve left ya on read -not on purpose, by the way, you’ve always been there waitin’ for me.

“Yer always the first person that I tell when I accomplish somethin’, (Y/N), because I know that when you say yer proud of me, I know ye mean it, yer not just sayin’ it.” Now leaning forward, he fully grasped your hand, he silently knocked your foot with his, a subtle gesture to make you look at him.

“But yer also the first person I tell when I fail somethin’. I never liked talkin’ bout me failin’ anythin’, because,” shrugging Atsumu dropped his sentence. “The point is, I know yer still gonna see me as ‘Tsum because it doesn’t matter in yer eyes if I win or lose a match, because ye love me for me.”

Putting up three fingers, “Third, your opinion -apart from Ma’s and ‘Samu’s but they don’t count- is really the only one I care ‘bout. Every time I do somethin’, I think ‘what would (Y/N) think of this?”

“Fourth, ya make me feel complete. It’s like this thing inside of me, ya know? That I didn’t realise I wanted or needed until I met ya. Everytime I’m around ya it makes me happier, now don’t get me wrong, yer one of the most frustrating people I know but that makes me want to be around more.”

Taking a deep breath, he finally held up all his fingers, and smiled softly at you. “Fifth, when I picture myself in the future, retired and just livin’ the life with Samu, ‘Kaashi and their kids, the person I see myself with, is you. Yer the only person I’ve ever imagined that with, I’ve tried and imagined it with other people to see, but it felt wrong, it felt like I was trying to fit ya know those wooden shape things into the wrong hole. I have plenty more, if ya want but those are the deeper ones that I know, if ya want the smaller stuff, I can do that too,” Atsumu spoke to you as if he just hadn’t redefined what being in love meant.

You knew that deep in your heart, and thanks to both of your friends that Atsumu was in love with you. But this? This was everything and more. This was the movies you watched, the songs that you listened to, the stories you heard, the things your heart has longed for and more. Atsumu was more.

Paying attention to Atsumu, you watched as he began pulling out his phone, “I made a list, do ya want to see?” He quickly tapped on his phone and his notes appeared, your eyes quickly scanned the list, a long list if the sidebar had anything to say, as Atsumu started listing off the smaller things, “Ye make those weird noises when you don’t think anyone is looking, ya talk to yourself a lot, ya cry at all of those animal videos.”

Locking his phone before you barely got to the halfway point, Atsumu placed his phone on the table and took a deep breath, “But the reality of it is, I don’t care how long it takes for you to say ‘okay ‘Tsum, I’m ready’ because I’m always going to be here waitin’ for ya, maybe we’ll be type of couple where it takes a long time for us to get together, and yeah, there’ll be hiccups,” a small serene smile appeared on Atsumu’s face. He looked at you, like the many times he has before. It was the same fond look, the kind where it makes you feel warm and fuzzy. “But then, it’ll be perfect. You an’ me.”

Plopping the final dumpling in his mouth, he grinned at you while pointing his chopsticks, “Plus, when I sit down our kids’, it’ll be a hell of a story, don’t ya think?”

Not being able to say anything, you picked up the extra set of chopsticks on the table and pushed the dumplings in the middle. Atsumu’s heart lightened as he saw your peace offering. Maybe one day he’ll tell you that this was the hardest moment in his life.

“Come on,” he bent forward and you looked sceptically at him. When you didn’t hop on his back, he rolled his eyes. “We have to walk for like ten minutes to get to yer place, and yer wearing those shoes ya don’t like because it makes your feet hurt,” turning back around, “now hop on.”

It was a Thursday night, yours and Atsumu’s Thursday nights. You were sitting on the kitchen counter as you watched him prepare the dinner he was excited to make. He was talking you through it; Osamu had one of the cooking shows in the background while Atsumu was over, and the dish caught his eye. Watching him right now was something you knew you could do for the rest of your life.

It’s funny really, for you, you thought it would be this giant explosion that hey! You’re in love! Or there would be this grand epiphany. But that never happened. Maybe it was slow at first, a slow burn that when the ember finally sparked into a forest fire you didn’t realise. Or maybe, it was always there. It was there when you first met Atsumu all those years ago, him helping you and then insulting you.

“Hey, ‘Tsum,” you watched him turn around. You thought that your heart would be beating so hard that it would be flying out of your chest, but this was the most calm you’ve ever been around him. Tilting your head, you smiled at him and he knew.

“I just wanted to tell you that I love you,” you spoke softly. There was everything in those words that you just spoke, and from all the times you thought it would be the hardest thing to say, it was somehow the easiest and truest thing you’ve ever spoken.

Grinning, you saw his eyes tear up before coughing to hide it. “Yeah?” Walking over to you slowly, fearing that it was one of the many dreams that he’s had before. Finally reaching you, he hesitantly reached out, hands shaking.

“Yeah,” pulling him into your arms and breathing in the familiar scent you’ve now come to realise was home, you whispered the words that made Atsumu feel whole, “I’m so in love with you Miya Atsumu.”

Miya Atsumu is a stubborn man, and you were thankful for that.

‘...but i don't wanna dance, if i’m not dancing with you.’

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utahimeow · 1 year

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play of the game — atsumu miya

summary — your boyfriend cheats on you, so to get back at him you sleep with his biggest enemy— the quarterback of your college’s rival team.

pairing — qb!atsumu miya x f!reader

warnings — nsfw content. minors dni. college football au, mentions of cheating, smut, oral (m receiving), fingering, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie, mild degradation (slut, whore)

word count — 4.7k

author’s note — this is just a porn script tbh

Finding your boyfriend in bed with another girl is not something anyone expects, and it's certainly not something anyone can prepare for.

The faces of the two culprits as you discovered them will remain ingrained in your mind forever— they even had the audacity to act shocked, like you had been the one to inconvenience them.

In an instant everything had turned red, and you turned on your heel and stomped out of the house, curse words flying out of your mouth in a never-ending stream, fists balled up by your sides, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. Not tears of sorrow, though, no. Tears of sheer, total rage.

You didn't even want to look at Ken, let alone listen to him as he trailed behind you and begged for you to let him explain. He sounded pathetic, the way his voice cracked with desperation— anyone would think he's the victim. Not a thing in the world could have convinced you to stay, so you hopped in your car and sped away without looking back.

"Two years tossed away like that. What an idiot. The night before his semi-finals too, unbelievable! And the fact that he cheated on someone like you? Pathetic. Every day I’m reminded why I left your father. And I’m glad I did!”

“Oh, my God, mom,” you exclaim, both out of exasperation and laughter. You’re helping her cut vegetables for dinner— something you’d hoped would get your mind off of the entire situation, but as it turned out your mother shared your contempt for the boy. “I don’t wanna talk about him anymore.”

Her face drops, morphing into a pity that in turn makes you feel bad. “I’m so sorry, I was hoping talking smack about him would make you feel better.”

You giggle, but quickly your shoulders slump.

“I just wanna forget about the whole thing," you admit. Perhaps it's not... the healthiest way to deal with it, but you know from experience that once you let yourself go, everything comes crashing down and you lose control. So you resort to pushing things away for long enough until they're not a problem in your life anymore, and that's exactly what you plan to do this time.

But your muscles are still tense with the burning anger your ex-boyfriend brought you, knowing he probably hoped to get away with it. Probably planned on buying you flowers and a glittery necklace so you wouldn't suspect a thing.

"Why don’t we go to a club tomorrow?”

"What?" you spit, frowning as you whip your head towards her.

"Well, I doubt you still wanna go to your ex's football game," your mom says, shrugging.

"Yeah, but why would we go to a club?" you ask, finding yourself laughing at the absurdity of her suggestion.

"To get drunk and forget, why else?”

You stare at the carrot in your hand, and also the knife, pondering. The last thing you want to do is go to the game. But not showing up would mean Ken wins, and you don't want that either.

You want him to feel terrible for what he did, which is why you'll show up and support his rival team– the Black Jackals. They've always been better in every way. Stronger, more strategic. He despises them for it. No matter how hard he and his team pushed themselves, they could never pull through. It doesn't make it any better that the quarterback is a smug asshole who makes sure Ken never forgets that he's second best.

That's it: Atsumu's the perfect revenge. What better way to get back at a cheater, than sleeping with the enemy?

The next day, game day, you put together an outfit that you know will make people stare, and more importantly it'll catch Atsumu's attention. A simple cropped cardigan that makes it look semi-casual, paired with a tennis skirt that's a little short to be modest.

You show up to the game right as it starts, filled with vengeance and an indomitable will.

Your ex-boyfriend spots you as he runs onto the field, flashing his pearly teeth at you, a smile that once had you melting. Now all it does is bother you. Makes your jaw clench and your hands tighten into fists. You glare back at him with daggers.

Atsumu is easy to spot. He's one of the tallest players on the field, and his presence takes up the entire stadium. His voice booms over the whole field when he barks his callouts. Like a magnet, he keeps everyone's eyes on him, including yours.

The game ends with a final score of 55-46. It's no surprise to you that the Jackals manage to secure their spot in the state finals, not when Ken spends half the game gawking at the way you clap and cheer for the opposing team.

Atsumu's team swarms him, whooping and hollering and chanting his name, and you watch on with a strange sense of pride, or perhaps it's the satisfaction of spite. For a moment he catches your eye as you celebrate like it's your college, shooting you a wink before he's lost in the high of winning again.

Everything's working out perfectly.

You give it about twenty minutes for everyone to clear out until you head to the locker rooms. Before you enter, you reach for your phone, open your messages with Ken, and text him: "be at the locker room in 20 minutes no earlier no later".

The locker room is empty when you wander into it. There's almost no sign of life– except for one person, of course, the very one you're looking for. Number thirteen. Quarterback for the Black Jackals. Six feet and two inches of bleached blond waves and an ego the size of Mars. His confident posture makes him radiate contagious triumph. Frankly it's intimidating as hell, but in a way it thrills you.

You puff your chest out and hold your head high as you approach him, swaying your hips just enough to make you look confident but not conceited. You don't say anything. It's better to let him notice you.

Just a few feet away, Atsumu's eyes land on you, and almost immediately your gaze drops to his bare torso. Tan muscles flex with every movement, glimmering with droplets of water. His towel hangs low on his hips and six defined ripples run down his abdomen to where a distinct v-shaped line dips below the piece of fabric. Before you can help it, your mind drifts to the thought of being pressed against him.

"Hey," he says casually, tearing you suddenly from your little daydream. He looks at you like you're familiar to him. "You're Ken’s girl, right?"

You're not even subtle when you roll your eyes, sighing as you explain the story you're going to have to explain a hundred times for the next few weeks. "Not anymore. I found him hooking up with some girl yesterday."

"Oh, shit. I'm sorry," Atsumu says, face softening into something sympathetic.

You shrug. "It's his loss."

Atsumu grins, and the impressed look he stares at you with fuels your ego, egging you on as you step closer towards him.

"Actually, that's sort of why I'm here. I had an idea to, uh... get back at him," you say as he shuts his locker door over.

"Yeah? What's that?" he asks, turning to face you and towering over you when he does. He's almost scary now– shoulders so wide, even without his gear. You have to consciously tell yourself not to shrivel up and cower in front of him, so you let your eyes wander down his chest in an intentionally obvious way.

"Well... How do you think he'd feel about his ex hooking up with his biggest rival? His loathed enemy?"

Atsumu's thick eyebrows shoot up. For a moment you panic, thinking you've come on too strongly and freaked him out and ruined your chances. But a second later the corners of his lips curl up and his eyes fill with a curiosity and you relax a little.

"What's in it f’me?" he asks, but if he truly weren't interested he probably would have said no by now.

"You get to two-up him. Beat him to the state finals and fuck his ex."

He laughs, and it's the hottest thing you've ever heard. It's a low sound full of a type of confidence that borders arrogance. It's probably the best way to describe everything Atsumu does.

"That why ya wore that little skirt? So I'd notice ya?"

His words come almost unexpectedly, his accent betraying you, making your knees weak. You thought maybe you'd have to do a little more convincing, push him towards abandoning any morals. It leaves you having to compose yourself for a moment before you reply, and that's when your mind formulates a devilish idea.

"Actually it was so Ken would notice me and see what a mistake he made," you quip. That's when a grin spreads over his lips and his fingers land under your chin, immediately sending shivers down your entire body. God. If that's your reaction to a feather light touch of his fingers, then...

He steps forward, closing the gap between you and him until your back is pressed against the cold metal of the lockers. He leans in close, just half an inch away from your lips, so close, yet so far it's painful, but the way his giant figure looms over you has you frozen in place.

"Cute," he says.

"Fuck you," you breathe, so he gives you what you want, and you know it's because he wants it too. He kisses you, hard enough to knock your head back against the locker, but the way his lips melt against yours makes the pain turn into a dull tickle. Your arms latch around his neck like a reflex. His hands land on your waist, one moving straight to your ass, the other drawing circles into your hip as he pulls you in until you're flush against his hard body.

He barely has to try when he pushes his tongue past your lips– you're far too rapt by him to put up any sort of resistance. Your knees buckle, your thighs squeezing together as the pulsing between your legs grows almost unbearable. Atsumu works your mouth with his tongue with such fervour that you forget everything, clawing at his shoulders to keep yourself upright. You don't even realise he's unbuttoned your cardigan until he's tugging at the sleeves, pulling your mouth from his to tear it off of you.

Shamelessly his eyes drop to your chest and to the lacy black bra you chose to wear, then back up at you with a primal desire in his eyes, like he's asking for permission.

"Touch me, Atsumu," you mutter, near-whining when you do.

It’s all the assurance he needs. In the blink of an eye his lips are at your neck and his massive hands are cupping your tits and he's not holding back in fear of pushing too far anymore. His teeth graze at the delicate skin under your jaw, him nibbling at your flesh so harshly that you gasp, then you're smiling when you imagine what your neck will look like– tainted with tiny bruises from him for everyone to see.

You struggle to breathe when he squeezes your tits and kneads them in circles. A tiny moan slips past your lips as you breathe out, and it might be embarrassing if it didn't feel so fucking good.

Atsumu's hands trail along your sides with purpose, sending shivers running down your entire body, until they reach your ass once more. He tugs at the hem of your skirt and you mindlessly fiddle with the zipper to help him shove the fabric down your legs without second thought.

Atsumu pulls away, glancing down, raking his eyes down your body with his bottom lip caught between his teeth. "Fuck, yer gorgeous."

The air in the locker room is cold– something like sixty degrees with the air conditioner blasting– but you're dying from heat from the sheer hunger in the way Atsumu gazes at you. He wants to ravage you, his mind spinning at the thought of how you'll take him. His cock is so hard already where it presses against your stomach, it almost hurts him. He needs relief now.

"On yer knees," he utters. "Wanna put yer pretty mouth to use." Straight away you're sinking to the floor, sweet eyes filled with mischief. His thumb rests on your lips, gliding over them before he dips the finger inside. You don't hesitate in wrapping your lips around it, relishing the way Atsumu's mouth gapes at the sight.

Hurriedly he tears his towel away to reveal his erection, flushed pink, covered in protruding veins, thick and intimidatingly long. He takes his length in his hand, pumping it a few times to smear the precum that dribbles from his tip along his cock. Then he brings it to your mouth, tapping it against your lips like he's trying to make this moment last as long as possible.

You curl your nimble fingers around his dick, gripping his muscular thigh with your other hand for leverage, and bring his tip to your mouth. Your tongue darts out, kitten licking at his head while you move your hand up and down slowly to tease. For a second you pull back only to spit, using your hand to coat him with your saliva before you wrap your lips around him. He hisses when you do, his hand flying to your hair to push it out of your face.

There's so much of him. You're barely halfway to the base before he hits the back of your throat and your waterline swells with tears. Despite how much you fight to open your airway, you just can't.

"What, can't take any more of me?" he asks, tantalising. "Surprising, considering how much of a slut I can tell ya are."

You wish those words didn't spur you on as much as they do, but soon you find yourself bobbing up and down rapidly on his cock, fuelled by spite as you jerk off the rest of what you can't take with your hand, determined to prove something he already knows. You press your tongue forward, feeling smug when he twitches in your mouth.

"Oh, fuck," he whispers, low and raspy, his hand tightening its hold on your hair.

Before long you're running out of air, so you pull off of his cock with an exaggerated pop, letting a string of saliva follow you as you smile innocently and bat your lashes at him in a calculated manner.

Despite the fact that you're on your knees for him, he's the one that looks like he'll do anything for you.

Your head dips back down, but this time your mouth envelops one of his balls and for a moment you think he's about to pass out. He braces himself on the locker in front of him, letting out a low groan as you jerk him off and mouth at his balls simultaneously.

"Jesus, fuck," he breathes, swallowing hard. The praise makes your heart soar. Seeing him slowly come undone like this because of you sends you on a power trip. It's the strangest adrenaline rush you've ever had.

The noises your mouth makes are nothing but obscene. You let your spit slobber all over him with intent, twisting your hand as you work him quicker and quicker. Atsumu stutters out an endless stream of swears, falling apart slowly above you like it's his first time having his dick sucked. Experience comes in handy sometimes.

"Keep suckin’ like that ‘n’ I'll come all over yer face– fuck," he groans and you don't realise it's a threat until he yanks your head away from him. "Is that what ya want? Or do ya want me to fuck ya?"

Truth be told, Ken would lose it if he found out you so much as flirted with someone like Atsumu. If he knew you sucked his dick, you can guarantee some damage will be done. But if he knew you fucked him?

Without hesitating, you bring yourself to your feet, to your pathetic height compared to his, watching him devour you with his eyes. His hand moves to the space between your legs where he grazes fingers grazing over the fabric of your panties.

"Bet yer soaked already, hm?" he says. His eyes are half-lidded as he stares at you and your mouth drops open as he presses his fingers gently against you. Like a sadist, he smiles a little at your every reaction to his touches that are never quite enough, but that's just what he wants.

"Knew it," he says. He’s grinning. It’s terribly condescending. "Ya are soaked. And I haven't even taken yer panties off."

"Atsumu, please," you manage, but it's more of a whimper than actual words. He presses a little harder and you jolt, curling your hands around his biceps and giving a pathetic whine.

"What? Tell me what ya want." He knows exactly what.

"Need you..."

He laughs, low and patronising. "Sit on the bench for me, baby. Gotta prep ya first."

You do as told, settling on the bench a few feet away with your legs shamelessly apart for him. His massive hands are rough against your inner thighs, but still he manages to raise goosebumps all over your skin. His fingers find the band of your underwear, pulling lightly.

"Want these off ya," he rasps. You raise your hips a little as he tugs the fabric down your legs, leaving you entirely exposed and growing hot. "God, yer body is fuckin’ gorgeous."

His fingers move to your clit, and a moan slips out of your mouth once he starts to draw circles against it.

"So sensitive. What, yer ex-boyfriend never touch ya?"

He did. He wasn't bad, per se, but he was nothing mind-blowing in bed. Perhaps it's the rush of energy, the thrill of this entire ordeal that amplifies even the most gentle touches for you.

Atsumu's finger circles your hole, never quite dipping in like he's purposely testing your patience. His mouth curls into a devious grin as he gathers up your arousal and spreads it all over your clit, drawing a gasp out of you. "Yer dripping."

Still you physically don't care enough to feel embarrassed, even though you should be at the effect this man has on you. But when he slides two of his long fingers inside, with complete ease of course, your mind switches off and the only things that occupy it are Atsumu and the flicker of warmth growing in your stomach.

Slowly he pumps his fingers in and out of your hole, but his movements are filled with restraint. As much as he wants to fingerfuck you into oblivion, he needs to get you worked up first. Already your pussy clenches around him, sucking his fingers in subconsciously. He chuckles and you burn up.

"Needy little whore," he whispers, before his fingers curl upwards until they find that sweet spot within you with practised ease. Your head falls back then, a quivered moan leaving your mouth as he starts to stimulate you there.

What starts off steady turns into Atsumu dragging his fingers in and out of you with haste. His bicep flexes as he moves his wrist, thin veins popping up on the skin of his arm. He fucks you with such force you're shifting up and down the bench, crying his name as he pushes you towards your climax.

Your thighs tremble. Eyes rolling into the back of your head, your hands grip the edge of the bench so hard you might snap the wood. The pressure in your abdomen builds, but so does something else, something deeper at the same time.

Atsumu notices. He sees the desperate arousal in your eyes and speeds his pace even more to something almost unbearable.

"C’mon, be a good slut ‘n’ cum all over my fingers," he says with a grin.

His word is all you need. A few more pumps of his curved fingers and you're hurtling towards your orgasm. Your muscles go tight, and you're clenching around him, and everything is wet because you're gushing as you come.

Atsumu looks ridiculously proud, even more so than when he won today's game. He's got a shit-eating grin on his face, and it takes a few moments for it to hit you that you just squirted.

"Holy shit," you breathe. "I didn't... know I could do that."

Next thing you know, he grabs you by your waist, drops down to the bench and pulls you into his lap like you're nothing but a rag doll, giving you no room to breathe. You're still dizzy from your first orgasm, and now Atsumu drags the tip of his cock through your folds, making you flinch when he glides it over your sensitive and puffy clit.

"Ready?" he asks, letting his dominance crack momentarily to be replaced with subtle concern.

"Yeah," you breathe, tightening your grip on his shoulders as you brace yourself. Truth be told, you’re not ready. Your limbs feel as though there are weights strapped to them and if it weren’t for Atsumu’s thick arms holding you upright you’d probably flop right over. But the look on his face, the hungry gleam in his eyes fills you with greed.

A second later and that concern slips away completely as he pushes himself in, grabbing your hips to sink you down onto his cock slowly. He's barely inside you when you hiss out. The more he presses in, the bigger the stretch, and soon you feel as though you're being split in half.

"F-fuck, you're too big," you gasp, nails digging into his skin. It's a conflicting sensation, the sting as he splits you open and simultaneously the delicious feeling of him filling you up.

"Ya can take it, can't ya, baby?" he says, but it's not a question. It's a demand disguised as sympathy because moments later he pulls your hips down and buries himself to the hilt inside you, leaving your head spinning from the mixture of pain and bliss.

He's so, so much bigger than Ken and God, can you feel it. You think he might be reaching your cervix with how deep he is inside you.

With his hands clutching your hips, Atsumu begins to guide you up and down his cock. He's slow as he moves you, which shouldn't be too bad, but the strength he uses has you near gasping for air after only a few seconds. The backs of your thighs smack against his every time he brings you down, cutting through the silence of the entire locker room.

When his hips start to thrust up to meet yours, that's when you black out for a second.

"Oh, my God," you moan, so shameless it almost surprises you.

"Yeah?" Atsumu grins. Bronze eyes beam with enthusiasm, his hips spurring with speed. "Feels good?"

You start to reply, but a particularly hard thrust has you yelping out, an airy whimper that in no way helps the way that Atsumu fucks you with near-rage.

"Fuck, yer fuckin’ tight," he groans through gritted teeth. His fingers on your hips are turning unholy with a force that guarantees you'll have marks there to match your neck. Deep in your abdomen, a knot forms, tightening with every stroke and every breathy noise that Atsumu makes. "So wet too. God, I could cum right now."

He's pounding into you without relent. Your sweat-slick skin is flush against his as his cock drives into your sweet spot effortlessly with every merciless thrust. It drags against your warm, plush walls so nicely that you quickly find yourself becoming addicted, mind hazy with a craving to be fucked like this forever.

Out of the corner of your eye, in your fucked out state you can just about make out a figure at the entrance to the locker room.

Ken stands frozen, his face expressionless except for the way his mouth hangs and he blinks rapidly. You don't tell Atsumu to stop. You don't even think about it. He's far too taken over by a primal urge as he fucks you to even notice that someone's there.

You make sure to gaze directly into your ex-boyfriend's eyes as you give an obscene moan, grinning as you watch him stumble to leave, and everything becomes more sensitive as the success of your plan settles.

"Fuck, Atsumu," you whine, high pitched and needy, making his cock throb where it's inside you. You drop your head to his neck, nipping softly at his skin while his hands move to your ass and use it to keep you bouncing on his cock.

"Such a slut. Walkin’ in here and beggin’ me to fuck ya," he grunts. "All to get back at yer bitch of an ex-boyfriend, hah? Bet he never fucked ya this good. Bet ya never took his cock this well."

You're gripping onto Atsumu's toned shoulders for dear life, moaning desperately into his flesh as he pounds away at you. Your arousal drips down your thighs and there's a squelch with every drag of Atsumu's cock in and out of you. The knot in your stomach grows tighter and tighter until you're clenching all around him.

"I'm– ngh– I'm close," you warn him in a muffled, broken whimper. It's all you can manage right now with your brain nothing more than a fuzzy mess.

"Yeah? Gonna cum on my cock like a whore? Come on, baby. Cum on my fuckin’ cock." Atsumu is breathless too. He sounds out of it, his accent growing stronger in his ferocity as he coaxes you towards another orgasm, words mingling together as he speaks.

All it takes is a couple more thrusts of his cock until that sensation is back, before the heat in your belly erupts and spreads through every muscle in your body. Everything goes tense as the overwhelming bliss washes over you and it feels so good you're yelling, eyes rolling into the back of your head. You cling onto Atsumu as a surge of liquid from your pussy rains over his thighs.

Again. You squirted again.

"Good fuckin’ girl," he groans, baring his teeth with triumph, his hips never slowing their relentless pace. In fact, the way his cock throbs against your walls has him fucking into you with even more abandon as he chases his own climax.

"Gonna fill ya up, a’right?" he says. It's more than okay.

"Please," you whine despite the way the stimulation borders on painful now, and exhaustion starts to settle in from your two orgasms in a row. "Want your cum."

Atsumu gives two, three more rough thrusts before it's game over. Then with a guttural moan from the depths of his chest and a throb of his cock, he releases his load into you, hips twitching as he stuffs you full. The warmth as he fills you up brings a wave of fatigue, leaving you trembling in Atsumu's arms.

For a few moments, you're both entirely still as you catch your breaths and drag yourselves back to reality. Slowly and eventually, you regain enough strength in your limbs to move, to climb out of Atsumu's lap and land on your feet, but you feel like a baby deer when you stand because your legs are next to useless.

"Woah," Atsumu laughs, reaching out to steady you as you stumble forward. He stands too, helping you stay upright by your elbows. "You good?"

"Yeah," you giggle. He looks pretty, with his flushed cheeks and swollen lips, his golden hair a matted mess on his forehead and his pupils blown out.

"Think I gotta shower again," he says, chuckling. "Also think ya should join me."

There are a few things he could be implying with his proposition, and really you should probably say no. But you're reckless. Drunk off of him. Somehow you still haven't gotten enough of him. The wink he gives you doesn’t help.

"...Okay.”

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veenxys · 1 year

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「Things you do that Haikyuu boys think is attractive」

⤷ Bokuto

when you do stretching, especially in the morning. he can’t help but smile when you sit up in bed in the morning and stretch your arms above your head, preparing to get up. he has a twinkle in his eyes and a goofy smile on his face when you stand up and stretch your arms out in front of him; he leans back on the pillow and you turn to him, smiling too. in the late afternoon, you stretch after sitting in your seat for a while while working on something on your laptop. you straighten your back with your arms up and tilt your head from side to side for the neck exercise. a smile plays on his lips before he can wrap his arms around your waist to kiss your cheek, surprising you each time. “relax, love”, he would whisper and start massaging your shoulders. “you look so good stretching”, he smiled and ended up being hugged by you, he squeezes you gently, making you melt in his arms.

⤷ Kuroo

when you’re talking to your friends but you’re still making eye contact with him. he doesn’t know how to explain what he feels at that moment, but it’s something new and that leaves him floating. there’s something intimate and beautiful about the way you explain something to your friends, and even though everyone’s eyes are on you, you still choose to look at him. as if you were inside your own little world, as if nothing had changed there. he doesn’t break eye contact though, he just smiles at you when you finish talking and hear your friend say something; he shakes his head and looks down at his feet, finally admitting how strong of an effect you have on him.

⤷ Atsumu

when you’re embarrassed. he knows you're shy sometimes and doesn’t like to pull that off on you, but he thinks it’s cute when he says something provocative or picks up lines and you get embarrassed; trying to hide your smile with your hands as you look away from his. he smiles and pulls you to him, you smile against his shirt and hide your face in his chest, which makes him fall even more in love with you.

⤷ Osamu

when you flick your hair around. something about the way you smooth or run your hand through your hair makes him melt a little. he thinks it’s so beautiful the way your hair falls in waves over your shoulders when you run your hand through it and he also likes how soft and shiny it is. he also likes to touch and style it for you, especially if it’s to make a ponytail where he can leave a few kisses on the back of your neck and cheek while doing his best to make your hair look nice.

⤷ Oikawa

when you get slightly mad. he knows it’s not nice, but he can’t help but think you’re extraordinarily beautiful when you’re starting to get mad; your eyes get serious and wild, your voice more rigid and even your posture changes. he sighs deeply and smiles goofily, which makes you a little angrier because you think he’s not taking you seriously. he obeys you blindly - afraid you’ll call him names but also because he’s too smitten with you to think of anything else.

⤷ Nishinoya

when you teach him something or talk about a subject that you master. he finds attractive the way you are confident to talk about certain subjects that you have already studied about and manage to answer all his questions; the way you speak so well moves him because he finds it the most attractive thing ever. he thinks you’re so smart and he’s so drawn to it to the point where he’ll ask random questions at random times just to hear you talk. and he really loves to hear you talk, especially when you give your opinion on something.

⤷ Kenma

seeing you passionate about something or discovering a new hobby. seeing you so focused and passionate about something makes him smile so bright, especially when you tell him about the things you love; your gaze has a different glow, accompanied by a happy and kind smile for talking about something you love, even your posture softens and he can’t stop smiling because he thinks this is the cutest thing ever. he also tries to learn about your hobbies and likes just to talk to you more and it makes you smile so big it leaves him with butterflies in his stomach and motivated to learn more and more just for you.

⤷ Suna

when you give him pleading eyes. no matter the situation; whether it’s a silly argument or if it’s you trying to convince him to buy one more chocolate at the market, whenever you give him those pleading bright eyes, he melts and declares defeat with a sigh. this is his biggest weakness that he hates to admit - and he never talks about it to anyone at all - but he just can’t help but melt and have his heart fluttered when you look at him that way; all he wants to do is pull you into a hug and kiss you.

⤷ Sakusa

it’s the little things you do that you barely notice, but he thinks they’re beautiful. it’s when you kinda bend forward in your chair and arch your back a little to closer pay attention to what is in front of you, or tying up your hair in a simple but messy manner, with the hair clip clasped in your teeth, or the way you sits with your legs pulled to your chest with your arms wrapped around them, then rests your head on your knees and smiles at him when you’re talking. these are things you would barely notice but he does and he finds them so attractive, so beautiful.. he can’t get enough of you and your little mannerisms.

⤷ Hinata

when you wake up from a long nap. it’s weird, but he thinks it’s so cute and cute when you wake up a little confused and lost while you’re wrapped in the blankets; with your messy hair as you try miserably to open your eyes. he smiles sideways and walks over to you, hugging you on the bed and snuggling up to you while asking if you slept well; your slightly hoarse voice makes him smile even more against you. god, he loves to see you like this. he is completely in love with you at every possible moment.

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rotten1angel · 1 year

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black jackals meeting atsumu’s gf!

content: timeskip!atsumu x fem!reader

word count: 0.4k

no y/n used, reader already knows sakusa, lowercase intended, tiny lil thing i’m sorry T^T

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you sighed as you walked through the gym doors, internally scolding atsumu for forgetting the bento you packed him. the squeaking of gym shoes and smacking of volleyballs was loud as you entered the gym. you saw atsumu as he practiced his sets, setting to who you assumed was hinata.

“hey , who’s that at the door?” a silver-haired man questioned, causing the red-head and your boyfriend to turn their heads. when you made eye contact with the faux-blond a grin encaptured his face as he bounded up to you, stopping just in front of you.

“what’re ya doin’ here, baby?” atsumu asked you.

“you forgot your bento, stupid.” you handed him the cutely-wrapped bento, little foxes all over the cloth. he grabbed it from your hands, cheeks slightly heating up at the thought of you bringing it all the way here to him.

“who’s this ‘tsumu?” the silver-haired man asked, hand on your boyfriend’s shoulder as the small red-head followed, looking on the other side of atsumu.

“oh! (—), this is bokkun,” atsumu pointed at the taller man, “and hinata!” pointing at the red-head.

“nice to meet you both.” you gave them both a smile, causing hinata’s cheeks to heat up just a bit.

“an’ this is ma’ amazin’, lovely girlfriend, (—)!” your boyfriend announced as he squished you into his chest, the smell of his sweat enveloping your nose.

“‘tsum, you stink.” he let go of you, a pout resting on his lips.

“still surprised you found a girlfriend, miya, and it being (—) no less.” the curly-haired man you knew said.

“nice to see you, sakusa.” you smiled at him as he politely waved back.

“omi , yer so mean! (—) loves me, don't ya?” his puppy eyes gazed back at you.

“yes, ‘tsumu. but i can see your captain giving me a death glare, so i'm going to leave, but i'll see you when you come home.” you leaned up to kiss his cheek, said goodbye to his teammates and apologizing to his captain for interrupting practice, and left, much to your boyfriend’s dismay.

“who knew, the atsumu miya could be so whipped for a girl!” bokuto laughed, as atsumu’s cheeks flushed, holding the bento you made him close to his chest.

“at least I have a girlfriend! ya can't even talk to akaashi without- AH” your boyfriend was cut off by bokuto charging at him– meian having to break the two up.

however, there's no doubt about it, atsumu miya was whipped for you, privately & publicly.

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taones · 10 months

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Haikyuu Relationships as Photos

But I try to make it diverse because I’m so sick of seeing only skinny, white girls in these trends <3

pairings - Iwaizumi, Tanaka, Kiyoko, Kuroo, Bokuto, Suna + Atsumu x reader

warnings - smoking, fem bodied!reader

Iwaizumi ^

Tanaka ^

Kiyoko ^

Kuroo ^

Bokuto ^

Suna ^

Atsumu ^

- - - - <3

reblogs and comments appreciated! If you’d like to see more characters or m!reader lmk mwah!

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restlesswritingss · 2 years

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Just Friends

Atsumu x Hinata!reader

No warnings yet, just angst and flirting. Let me know if you are interested in a part two

Atsumu was not a relationship guy. He didn’t really want someone waiting at home for him, texting him constantly, or pestering him to make time for them. He was focused on volleyball. Everything else was temporary. Temporary was the word to describe Atsumu’s relationships with women whenever he did succumb to his own horniness. Many friends-with-benefits and one night stands that had come and gone. With this, Atsumu was good about never sleeping with anyone who would be in his life for any permanent amount of time. Sisters, cousins, and any other important female figures in his teammates and friends’ lives were off limits. He wasn’t a dog.

But Hinata’s younger sister, (Y/N), was really fucking pretty and no one had told him. He’d been playing with the spiker for a year now on the MSBY team and he’d never heard anything of his second sister.

Hinata hadn’t really meant to hide you from the entire team for a whole year. It’d just happened. You were a year younger than him and he was just somewhat cautious about exposing you to his teammates. He’d learned his lesson in high school once you’d followed him to Karasuno that it was not a good idea for his sanity to hear his teammates harp on how hot his sister was. Natsu was fine because she was so much younger but you were a whole different story.

It was an emergency in that Hinata had forgotten his knee pads at his apartment and coach wouldn’t let him practice diving drills without them. You had the day off and lived close so it was a last resort. The last thing Hinata had wanted was you walking into his practice. Every head turned to you immediately.

Hinata jogged up to you and swept you into a big hug, thanking you profusely. You giggled and just ruffled his hair. As he put you down with another loud thanks sis, the vultures swarmed.

Meian, Bokuto, and Atsumu were there in an instant. Meian introduced himself as Shoyo’s beloved captain, Bokuto yelled that you looked nothing like Hinata in a good way, and Atsumu gave you a wink as he looked you up and down. Hinata whirled on them, putting an arm out to protect you instinctually.

You smiled at your brother’s protectiveness and tried to calm the heat rising to your cheeks at all the attention.

“Back you animals! She’s my little sister!” Hinata yelled as he steered you towards the exit.

He hurried you out before any of them could get a real conversation in with you. Hinata was all too aware of how charming you were so talking was definite no-go. Only once you were safe in your car and waving good-bye with a kiss on the cheek did he breath.

Atsumu was the first to get to him when Hinata got back.

“How could you not tell me you had such a babe for a sister Sho?” He yelled dramatically, clutching his chest as if Hinata not telling his setter that he had a conventionally attractive sister was a dagger to his heart.

Hinata’s eyes narrowed as he spat, “She’s my little sister and you are going to leave her alone, Miya-san!”

Atsumu rolled his eyes because there was no real venom behind his words, just Shoyo stating a fact.

Meian came up and smacked him on the back adding in, “Yeah we all know how you are with women, Miya. In and out right? So sisters are off limits. Even if they are total babes like Hinata-kun.”

“Everyone stop calling my sister a babe!” Shoyo screeched as he covered his ears and tried to get back to practice.

So that was that. Atsumu knew Meian was right and you were not going to become another notch on his bed post so best to wash his hands of it. He’d probably never see you again anyway.

Except he did see you again about a month later. It was the rainy season but Atsumu was braving the downpour with his umbrella to get Onigiri Miya. He hadn’t seen Osamu in a while and he’d never admit it but he did miss his brother, Atsumu’s empty fridge had nothing to do with his decision to get free food from his twin. Atsumu was listening to music and not really paying attention, his feet knowing the way on pure muscle memory alone, when he saw you coming up out of the subway station he was passing.

He stopped dead in his tracks. You were wearing a white button up tucked into a pencil skirt. Atsumu had always had a thing for a hot woman in stuffy office wear. You stopped just outside the covered stairwell and stared up at the rain. Atsumu watched as you then looked down at your shirt and realized your predicament. You ran your hands through your hair in frustration. The lightbulb went off in Atsumu’s head as he realized you forgot an umbrella. Without thinking, his feet were veering off their path and towards you.

“Hinata-san!” He called while giving you his most charming grin,

Confusion overtook your face as you tried to register the tall man running towards you.

“Miya-san?” You asked hesitantly once you realized why he looked familiar.

Atsumu blushed at you addressing him and stammered, “I’m one of your brother’s teammates. I recognized you from the time you came and brought Sho kneepads. Here, take my umbrella. You need it more than me.”

Atsumu mentally kicked himself for talking so fast but your eyes on him made him both excited and nervous.

You blushed now as he held the umbrella out to you once he was also under the covering of the top of the stairwell. You automatically pulled his sleeve to press you two closer to the side so as to not block the other people leaving the station. Atsumu couldn’t help the uptick of his lips as took in your features up close.

Cute, he thought.

“I can’t take your umbrella, what will you do then?”

Damn even your voice was cute.

“I’ll run as fast as I can to my brother’s restaurant and use being wet as an excuse to get him to give me a free hot drink,” He smiled to reassure you that he would be fine.

You shook your head, “I can’t just steal your umbrella. Thank you though. I appreciate the sentiment.”

Atsumu huffed at your resistance, “Fine then come get food with me to see if the rain lets up. Then we’ll both by dry, and I’ll get to have a nice time with a pretty girl as a reward for my kindness.”

Your small smile and blush at his words sent Atsumu’s heart into a frenzy. Making girls blush was something he was good at but it’d never made him feel this accomplished.

“Fine, but only because I’ve never been to Onigiri Miya and Shoyo says it’s amazing.”

“It is, so shall we?” Atsumu held up the umbrella and gestured for you to loop your arm through his.

“We shall,” You said as you squeezed into his side to get under his tiny umbrella that really barely covered Atsumu’s own broad shoulders.

Your body pressing up against his sent shivers down his spine.

Talking with you and feeling your breath on his neck as you looked up at him was worth the wet shoulder he got on the short walk to Onigiri Miya. Atsumu didn’t mind making sure you didn’t feel a drop at his own expense so long as he got to hear your sweet laugh in his ear for the rest of his life. It was so easy to talk with you, and it was never easy for Atsumu to talk to anyone. He relished in the anomaly.

Once you two got to the onigiri shop, he thought nothing of opening the door for you and enduring a few seconds of rainfall to make sure the umbrella stayed over you at all times.

“Thanks for keeping me dry, Miya-san.”

Atsumu preened under your gratitude. Nothing had ever made him feel so good.

Once inside, there was no line so the two of you walked right up to the counter. Well, Atsumu did but you stood behind him as if in line. Atsumu rolled his eyes at you trying to do two separate orders. He gently grabbed your elbow and pulled you forward.

“I’m buying you food so you can get my family discount,” he murmured into your ear. His breath on you made you turn beet red, something Atsumu reveled in. You just couldn’t get any cuter could you?

“No it’s ok Miya-san. I can’t let you do that too it’s not fair,” You pouted at him.

Atsumu was struck right in the heart by your cute pout. The realization that he’d do anything if you just pouted at him hit him like a truck and made him unable to respond.

“No one is paying for anything, ya want your regular Tsumu?” Osamu’s voice grating his nerves pulled Atsumu out of his lovestruck haze.

His brother was coming up from the back, eyes assessing the situation. He quirked his brow and Atsumu knew he was going to get grilled later. He’d never brought a girl to Onigira Miya before. Then his twin’s eyes narrowed. Atsumu didn’t know why he’d get a glare for this. Then Osamu smiled big at you and leaned over the counter.

“Hey, (Y/N). Is this knucklehead bothering you?” He fake whispered to you, making you giggle.

Wait why did Osamu call you by your first name? And why did him making you giggle make Atsumu see red? He felt like his brother was undermining his own flirting which was stupid because he was not flirting with you. Or at least he shouldn't be.

You shook your head and bumped your hip against his as you replied, “No, no, Osamu. He saved me from getting drenched on my walk home from work. I picked the wrong day to wear a white shirt and forget my umbrella. I owe him an onigiri for preventing me from showing all of Japan my bra.”

Atsumu blushed and tried to clear his mind of the image of you showing just him your bra.

Osamu looked back at his twin and gave him another glare to which Atsumu stuck his tongue out in retaliation.

“Well, it’s good to finally have you in my shop. Don’t worry about paying or ordering I’ll have something special for you guys coming right up,” Osamu said with a wink as he then turned back to the kitchen.

You blushed at his wink and thanked him profusely. Atsumu gagged dramatically, also making you giggle which was a big win to him. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and steered you towards a table as far away from the counter, and Osamu, as possible.

“When did you two get so chummy?” Atsumu huffed as he pulled your chair out for you.

You smiled shyly at his chivalry and replied, “We sit together at home games. We both get the team-family seats.”

“So you watch us play huh?” Atsumu asked as he squeezed into the chair across from you. His legs were too long and stretched into your space and he tried to ignore the heat coming from where his legs brushed yours.

“Oh yeah, I’ve been to every home game. I’m really proud of Shoyo. And you’re not too boring to watch yourself.”

You were not good for Atsumu’s heart. Your teasing and cute smirk made it skip several beats, as did the knowledge that you paid any attention to him on the court.

“Well next time you come you have to wear my jersey. It’s the only way to make up delaying my onigiri run to me.”

You laughed at his mock-serious tone. Your laugh was a cool drink of water on a hot day.

The conversation flowed easily again from there, Atsumu enchanted with every little detail of you he got throughout.

You excused yourself to wash your hands before the food arrived and Atsumu deflated in your absence. Of course this was when his idiot brother finally brought your food. After setting down the food he plopped himself into your chair. The twins glared at each other over the food.

“The fuck do you want?” Atsumu grunted.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing with Shoyo’s little sister?”

Atsumu shrugged, knowing the accusation was coming as soon as he realized Samu knew who you were.

“Just hanging out. I didn’t plan to walk by as she was getting off her train with no umbrella. I’m not that conniving.”

“Atsumu, leave her alone. I know what you’re like with women. May I remind you that she isn’t a girl you can ghost and never see again when you inevitably get bored.”

“You may not.”

Osamu rolled his eyes. Atsumu bristled at the idea that he would ever get bored of you. Sure, he barely knew you but you were anything but boring. Atsumu knew his brother’s concerns weren’t unfounded, he was a flakey guy when it came to relationships. Atsumu didn’t want to do that to you.

“We’re just friends. Promise nothing more, I would never get involved with a teammate’s sister.” He mumbled, still not looking Samu in the eye.

Samu sighed, “I know. I’m sorry to imply you would. I just saw the way she was looking at you and got-”

He cut off his sentence as he saw you walking out of the bathroom. Atsumu wanted to reach across the table and shake his brother for more information. Hope bloomed in his chest. How did you look at him?

You raised a brow at Osamu being in your seat, picking up on the somber atmosphere. Osamu got up and pulled the chair out for you with his most charming smile. You smiled wearily back as you sat.

“Thanks, your mother sure raised you two right,” You commented, still eyeing the boys trying to pick up on what had caused the awkward tension between the two in your absence.

“Damn right she did,” Both replied at the same time.

You smiled fondly at this. They glared at each other.

Osamu turned back to you. He leaned in close as he said, “Made this one special for you based on what you’ve said you like. Hope it lives up to Keiji’s hype. I have to head back to the kitchen but don’t leave without giving me feedback.”

You agreed and thanked him again. Atsumu flipped him off as he finally left you two alone again.

“So why were you two fighting?” You asked as you began to unwrap your food.

Atsumu already had half of his onigiri in his mouth so he just mumbled, “Nothing.”

You sent him a look that said you weren’t going to drop this. You paused before eating while you awaited his answer.

He sighed, liking that you weren’t going to let him keep something from you. Your forwardness was endearing.

“He was just grilling me not to hit on a teammate’s sister,” he conceded after swallowing his massive bite of food.

Your face immediately turned beat red. Had Atsumu not been hitting on you? You were certainly hitting on him. Oh god, had he just been being nice? That made sense but you’d been reading it all wrong. Disappointment and hurt filled your chest. You swallowed your embarrassment, not wanting to make this situation awkward.

Atsumu saw the horror on your face at the idea of him hitting on you. That hurt, he had naively thought you’d been into it. Guess you were just being friendly which would align with you being related to Shoyo.

You cleared your throat, “Oh uh, that’s stupid. I mean you’re just really nice plus why would you hit on me?”

Atsumu didn’t like the way you said “me”, as if he wouldn’t hit on for any reason other than your family relations.

“Well, I mean you are hot. I just am not a relationship guy. You know how it is. I’m the team man-whore, the fan-favorite, and so I would never mess with a teammate’s sister,” Atsumu tried to joke but his voice faltered. He hated describing his promiscuity to you. He’d never felt embarrassed about it before but suddenly he wanted to prove to you he could be a relationship guy.

Your heart took another hit. Of course he wasn’t a relationship kind of guy. Shoyo had told you, but you’d still started developing a little crush on the setter over the course of this evening. Well it developed in one night so that means you could get rid of it in one night. Right?

You forced a laugh, one Atsumu didn’t like as much as your real one, “Yeah, Shoyo hates when I’ve been with his teammates in the past. I get way too attached to be able to do hookups. As much as I wish I could.”

Oh god you’d rambled too much. Atsumu didn’t need to know you were desperately horny and yet unable to separate sex and feelings. Sleeping with strangers was also just never your thing.

Atsumu felt so embarrassed, he wished he could sink into the floor. Of course you weren’t a one night stand kind of person. He was just an unlikeable ass and therefore unable to form any genuine connections.

“Sorry, you didn’t need to know that, I really appreciate you helping me tonight. It’s been nice getting to know you,” You mumbled the last part.

Embarrassment flooded you as he just stared dumbly at you. Atsumu’s brain had stopped working. His cheeks were red up to his ears and all he could think was she’s so cute.

You picked at your nails to avoid looking at him. Osamu just happened to glance over to check on you two at this moment. What he saw was his dumbass brother staring at you like you’d hung the stars. This was not going to go well.

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♡ the post that started it all ♡

When you open the front door to your apartment and move to hang your coat up on the rack, you find Atsumu's MSBY jacket already draped on it, his gym sneakers left right below it.

You expect to hear the shower running or to find your boyfriend snuggled up on the couch, feet up on the coffee table and relaxing after practice. You even brace yourself to be pulled into a bone-crushing, feet-off-the-ground hug or to be attacked with a barrage of kisses. Instead, your apartment is quiet, eerily quiet. Atsumu's nowhere to be found.

"Baby?" you call, dropping your work bag on the floor and waiting for a response.

Nothing.

You try again. "'Tsumu?"

Toeing off your shoes, you wait again, movements stilling as you strain to listen for any signs of life. Your apartment isn't big, not large enough for your voice could get lost down the hall, anyhow. It's weird, you think. Maybe he's got headphones in or something.

The bathroom door is open when you pass it, the room dark. Not there, just as you expected. A light is on in the bedroom, casting a long shadow in the hallway, and the start of Atsumu's name dies on your lips just as you grip the door handle and gently push it the rest of the way open.

You find Atsumu flexing in front of your full length mirror, his shirt off and black gym shorts hiked up his legs, dangerously close to the crook of his thighs. And it's nothing you haven't seen before, of course not, but it's like you've stumbled upon a fine jewel, a shimmering crystal. You have no choice but to ogle him.

As if under some sort of spell, your eyes travel across the broad expanse of his shoulders, studying the intricate build of his back muscles. They follow the slim line of his waist, and you resist the desire to surge forward and grab it. Each part of him is distractingly well built, handsome in a way that reminds you of Grecian sculptures. He'd be one hell of a muse if you had any talent with a hammer and chisel.

What really steals your attention are the silken pink bows straining around the thickness of his thighs. It's obscene, the way he flexes and relaxes the muscles there, all wrapped up in pretty ribbons. You wonder if you need to start wiping drool from the corner of your mouth.

The first thing out of your mouth is a long, low whistle. "'S all this for me?"

Atsumu jumps, whipping around just as his phone drops to his side. "You-" His face burns, a blush scorching a rosy path along his cheeks and down his neck, up to the tips of his ears. Cute. "Yer home early!"

"Is that bad?" You creep over to him like a predator stalks its prey, taking slow, calculated steps. A coy smile plays on your lips.

"No!" His tone is an octave higher, more evidence of his embarrassment at being caught red-handed. He clears his throat. "No, of course not." A kiss lands on your lips the moment you're close enough.

"And what exactly were you doing with these?" Fingers travel down to brush across the ends of the bows. "They're so pretty."

"Well ya mentioned that trend, 'nd I thought it might be a nice surprise, since you've been workin' so hard and all." He shrugs. "Wasn't really expectin' ya to catch me takin' the pictures, though."

What a blessing Atsumu Miya is.

"Oh, baby," you coo, squishing his warm cheek in your palm, "aren't you the sweetest?" You eye him for a moment before kissing the corner of his mouth. "You look hot."

Any embarrassment morphs into pride in a blink at the praise. Atsumu's chest puffs, closing the space between you as a smirk starts to grow. "Oh yeah?"

"Mhm."

An arm curls around your waist just as his grin grows more mischievous. "And it's all for you." Atsumu's tone deepens, dropping an octave as he tells you, "Now ya get to enjoy the show live-" He kisses you then. "and in-person."

Your expression matches his, gaze flickering from his eyes to his lips. "Lucky me."

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"can i tell ya a secret"

"sure" you whispered in response as you snuggled deeper into Atsumu's neck. The two of you had just gotten home from a long day at work and were ready to fall asleep in each other's arms.

"i thought," he started, giggling a bit, "i thought ya had a crush on sunarin for a long time" you felt him shake his head back and forth lightly before continuing, "i was stupid though"

Without seeing his face clearly you could tell he was scrunching his nose remembering how oblivious he was to your love.

"nah he's not my type," you teased as you moved your body completely over his using him as a bed.

"oh yeah, what is your type?" 'tsumu questioned, wanting to see you face flush from embarrassment. His hand reached for your hair petting it to convince you to lean up and look at him in the face. You lifted your arms up and used your forearms to keep you lifted above his head. Subconsciously, his hands wrapped around your waist keeping you stationed over his lean body.

You giggled as you leaned down so your noses touched as told him, "i like boys who are loud and kinda annoying," you watched his face pout at the comment before leaning down and giving a soft kiss on his lips, "and i like boys who are twins, and love to play volleyball," you furthered your reasoning with your hands playing with his hair.

"oh well that doesn't set me apart to much," he prodded. You moved your legs so they rested on each side of his waist and felt the beginning of a boner form in his boxers. You shook your head and kept talking knowing how much this was fulling his ego.

"i like boys who seem come off as gay," you commented, reminding him that you thought he had a thing for Sakusa before you really knew him. You smiled at his reaction before whispering, "i like boys who have really pretty brown eyes that look a little yellow in the sunlight. I like boys who get pouty when someone does something kind for them," immediately thinking of when he started tearing up at the fact that you and osamu worked hard to make him nice lunches for the Olympics.

"i love boys who have big egos even though it gets on my nerves sometimes," you watched his pouty lips turn into a smirk as red flooded his face in pride. You smiled back and grinded lightly into him as you spoke your next words, "i love boys who are such gentlemen, but whisper dirty comments to me when we're supposed to be serious," you couldn't help but let out a big smile thinking about all the times he's ruined professional dinners by accidentally making you blush to hard. You leaned down and left little kisses up his neck to his jaw, "i looovvee boys who have big bushy eyebrows,"

kiss

"boys who have big meaty thighs"

kiss

"boys who always have a big smile on their face just to cheer everyone else up"

kiss

"and i especially love boys who are super protective and possessive,"

"still can't tell if yer describin' me" he teases with his hands interlocked behind his head and his eyes closed.

"oh really," You leaned up, "i like boys who are lowkey perverts, but won't admit to it,"

His body immediately shot up and held you on his lap, "hey! that's not nice," he shouted with his eyebrows drawn together. You laughed at his reaction before holding his face in your hands.

"i love boys who love their family," you said to cool him down leaving a light kiss on his nose.

Reaching down between you body you pulled his hard cock out of his boxers and moved your panties to the side before inserting it.

You left the joking aside and continued your affirmations as you tried to sink further down his cock without being prepped. "i love boys who's name's start with A, and who love dying their hair because it sets them apart"

"i love boys who love animals and will always swerve on the road if it means the animals are safe." you moved further down his cock, but the moment wasn't sexual. He turned the two of you over so you were on your back as he held himself on top of you. It was nothing more then two people in love.

You stared into his eyes and said, "my type is you and only you". The strong man leaned down and left a small kiss on your lips before letting himself relax complete over your body. He was like a big soft weighted blanket. One arm you had wrapped around his back while the other messaged his hair. "'sumu," you whispered into the night air of the master bedroom, but there was no response just quiet snores from the man on top of you. You giggled and continued to message his scalp.

Moments like these were important, moments where Atsumu was recognized for himself. Miya Atsumu a man who loves his mom more than anything, and would drop everything if his brother needed him, not Miya Atsumu MSBY star setter, not Olympic champion Miya Atsumu, not Osamu's twin, or the golden fox, but his own ordinary person. Who was important for just being himself. <3

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heyhoneyybunn · 2 years

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| SHUT UP |

Relationship: Miya Atsumu x f!Reader

The struggles of being a pro-athletes girlfriend!

It’s always a careful balance between showing your kindness but not letting people walk over you. But if there’s one thing you’ve learned, it’s being in the public eye is hard and emotionally draining. As the girlfriend of the great Miya Atsumu you’re always being monitored, scrutinised. Nothing is yours anymore, how you spend your time, how you speak to people, how you look. His craziest fans become more worried about you than they are themselves.

And it’s ridiculous, that spending a day at the spa has labelled you a gold-digging housewife and therefore undeserving of such a great man, that spending an afternoon with his brother has instilled a scepticism that you’re unfaithful.

It can be hard to ignore the baseless rumours that question your character, the pinch in your heart is proof but along with the challenges there are also many good things that come from dating the Miya Atsumu.

Like the encouraging people who he hangs out with, who support your relationship whole-heartedly or the fact that his mother loves you, inviting you around every Sunday to bake together.

And then, there’s the man himself, who has so much love to give you he almost bursts at the seams. Who dedicates every serve to you and kisses you after every game to let the world know, no matter how much it talks, it’ll never change the way he feels.

He’s the cutest when he’s angry on your behalf – it makes your heart skip at his protectiveness, even though you tell him to ignore it, that it doesn’t mean anything, he’s still huffing for the rest of the day, muttering curses at them.

Because they’ll always talk, always have something to say, and although it can get overwhelming, Atsumu is always there to keep you on track and shut up the voices.

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ceijoh · 2 years

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title: my wish is you

summary: where his best friend is in love with him

word count: 4k+

warnings/contents: angst, jealousy, insecurities, doubts, fluff (f!reader)

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You never once questioned your position in Atsumu’s life. You were his partner, his support, his home, the person he shares his weird jokes and thoughts with.

You knew that he loved you the most, but you weren’t his first love. It didn’t matter to you, hell, you had your first love before Atsumu but he just wasn’t in your life anymore. However, it couldn’t be said the same for Atsumu.

You knew their history; they were good friends in high school, became best friends in college and she’s stuck by him ever since then. She’s known Atsumu for longer than you have and that never bothered you. Relationships aren’t defined by time, they’re defined by feelings. You knew that they both held feelings for each other at some point but there wasn’t enough courage on either end to make it happen.

Everyone thought they would end up together, until you showed up. You caught his attention right away.. There was something Atsumu felt that he’s never felt before. You and him just clicked on levels he wasn’t even aware of.

When he told you all of this, Atsumu half expected you to tell him to never see her again, which would hurt him but if he needed that for your boundaries he would. Though you never did. You understood their feelings, the situation they were both in, but she never tried anything, so why should you tell him to stop seeing her? Besides, he was with you, he chose you and not her to be with.

He had enough courage to ask you to be his because even for one second, the thought of you slipping through his mind, he knew that he would have regretted it for the rest of his life.

You were very neutral towards her, you tried to like her at the start of your relationship, you did for the sake of yours and Atsumu’s relationships but she never did. Or maybe she did try but it was the bare minimum. While you tried to make time to hang out with her, she always came up with the excuse that she was busy, however when it was Atsumu asking her it was always a resounding yes.

You tried to turn a blind eye to some of her behaviours when you truly got serious with Atsumu. Calling him at night, the constant texts from her during the day, expecting to do the things she did with Atsumu before he got into a relationship with you. The way that whenever you three hung out together, or even in a group, she always made you somehow feel like the third wheel. Sharing the inside jokes that she and Atsumu have, the memories that you weren’t there to remember. It just hurt.

You decided to bring it up with Atsumu one night, after dinner. Putting the last wet dish on the rack, you turned to him. Noticing your eyes on him, he placed his phone down and grinned at you. “Whatcha ya thinkin’ ‘bout, angel?

Fiddling with your hands, you took a deep breath. “Remember when we first started dating, and how you told me that you and Sato-san had feelings for each other?”

Gone was the calmness Atsumu felt around you, and instead his heart picked up its pace. Where were you going with this?

Noticing his change in breathing, you quickly rectified, “I know that you don’t have feelings for her anymore, ‘Tsum,” reaching over to grab his hand and squeeze it gently. “I just don’t think that she’s over you. Actually, I don’t think she’s ever gotten over you.”

Now feeling at ease, knowing that you didn’t think of him being in love with someone else. “Does that bother ya?” At your glance, “Wait, don’t answer that!”

Shrugging, “I mean I feel uncomfortable with her always asking for your time, cutting into our dates. I know she’s your best friend, ‘Tsum, but she’s just always there asking for your time. It seems like I can’t even go on a date with you because she somehow knows and calls you and interrupts us.”

Atsumu knew you had a point but this was also one of his closest friends, “(Y/N), we just spent a lot of time together before, she’s just gettin’ used to it.”

“It’s been three years, Atsumu,” you knew that he was going to defend her, you would have been shocked if he just took your word. “Do you or do you not remember what happened on our first anniversary?”

Remembering back to the day, he did remember her texting him and calling him all day to remind him that they were supposed to have a gathering around Osamu’s place, something they often did. It just so happened that it fell on your anniversary night. The others were fine with it, knowing that your anniversary was more important than a casual night but she felt hurt.

“No one that just sees you as a best friend does that,” you reasoned out. “No one gets hurt if you’d rather spend time with your partner than your friends.”

Gulping you realised that this was probably the best time to let out all of the feelings you had about her.

“It’s just every time we hang out with her, it feels like she’s the one that’s dating you and I’m just your friend. The memories that you share together with her, the jokes, I don’t have those ones that you always bring up when we’re around with your friends, Atsumu,” feeling the familiar prick of tears in your eyes, you quickly brushed them away, something Atsumu took notice of silently.

“It makes me feel hurt, it hurts me. It feels like I don’t belong in this stupid little world that the two of you have together.”

“I don’t have the years that she has with you Atsumu, I don’t have the memories of you falling over in front of the ice-cream truck, and how that started such a great summer. I don’t have that!” Gone was the rationality that you wanted when you started this conversation, instead the hurt, the isolation, the inferiority you felt around her was speaking.

“I’m so worried that one of these days, you’ll wake up and feel like you made the wrong decision, that it was her all along, and I was just someone in the way of that,” noticing that you were crying openly, you brushed them away but it seemed like they never wanted to stop. Not able to speak anymore, you instead focused on your hands, tears still streaming down your face, a sniffle here and there.

Feeling a wave of defence over his best friend, Atsumu sighed. “Look, (Y/N). I don’t think Michi is in love with me, okay?” He looked at you intently, “Yeah, she gets touchy sometimes and she brings up these memories but that’s the way she’s always been.”

Flabbergasted that Atsumu just brushed your worries away, you scrunched up your brows. “Are you telling me that it’s all in my head? That her actions are just friendliness?”

Atsumu didn’t say anything, which you took as confirmation. “What would happen if I did that! What would have happened if I did that with Genji?” At the sound of your first love’s name, Atsumu subconsciously grimaced.

“How would you feel -as my boyfriend- if we hung out with Genj? The fact that I bring up all these memories that Genji and I share, that you weren’t a part of? How would you feel if I started hugging Genji longer than necessary, Miya?” You spat out. Yes, you were still hurt and angry but you thought your boyfriend would have at least pandered to your worries.

The feeling of his heart clenching at the sound of his surname and your ex-boyfriend's first name in a sentence made Atsumu feel queasy.

“I tell you that I’m worried that you’ll leave me for her, and you can’t even comfort me?” You spoke raising your voice, your nostrils flared and you clenched your jaw. “You were so willing to make up excuses for her, but you can’t even spare me some shitty words to comfort me,” scoffing you rolled your eyes.

You mumbled something under your breath and stalked off without another word. Atsumu, feeling ashamed of the actions he just did, sat down on the couch. Never had you spoken like that to him before, relaying the conversation in his head, he knew that he rightfully deserved it.

Why? Why did he feel such a need to make excuses for her? Why couldn’t he have just said the words he wanted to say? That he doesn’t care if they have a bunch of history together, his future only has you in it. He only wants a future with you and no one else.

Walking into the bedroom, he expected to see you in bed curled away from him but all he saw was an empty bed. Panicking and his heart beating fast, did you leave? Where did you go? He quickly walked to the bathroom, sighing in relief when he saw your things were still there. Moving towards the spare bedroom, he turned the handle only to find out that it was locked. Something shattered within Atsumu when the door didn’t open. This has never happened.

In the morning, Atsumu woke up, spread his hand out, ready to pull you into him. When he felt the empty space, he sat up, trying to get used to the sun, shaking his head. Where were you? When he remembered what happened last night, he clenched his fist and fell back into bed.

Walking into the living room, Atsumu noticed you by the sofa, a coffee in your hand. His heart felt like it could crack in any minute, and he felt like shit. This was the first time in your relationship that you two decided to sleep apart and fuck, he never wanted that ever again.

“Hey angel,” his voice was groggy, and he noticed that there was no breakfast.

“Sorry,” you shrugged, “I just woke up. Had a shitty sleep.”

Chuckling slowly, “Tell me about it.”

You both shared a look, and Atsumu felt a little lighter. Walking over to the machine, he could feel your gaze on him. He knew he needed to sort this out now but with an important practice in a couple of hours, he knows he can’t.

“I’m sorry about-”

“It’s fine,” you cut him off sharply. “It was my fault to bring it up.” Finishing up your last sip of coffee, you placed it in the sink. “I have a meeting today, I’ll be late so there won’t be any dinner but you have plans with her don’t you?”

You didn’t have to ask, it was their Tuesday night after all. Looking at your phone, you glanced back at Atsumu, “Actually, I’ll be in and out with meetings all day. Try not to text me, I probably won’t be able to respond.”

Without another word, you walked up to your shared bedroom intent on getting ready as quickly as you can.

Stunned at your cold and blunt words to Atsumu, something you’ve never done. Maybe in a teasing tone, but it was always accompanied by a smile. Just how much did he fuck up?

It was thirty minutes since he last saw you, sitting by the couch sipping his coffee, looking through his phone. He heard you and looked up. Fixing up your blazer and moving quickly to the door, you looked at Atsumu. “I didn’t have time to make your bento today, but maybe she can, if you text her.” Without another word, the door shut.

Whether it was a metaphor for your feelings with Atsumu, the man did not know.

“Tsum-Tsum, where’s your lunch that (Y/N)-chan always packs?” Bokuto asked, noticing that his teammate just had some store bought pre-made lunch.

Ashamed, Atsumu was quiet for a moment, earning looks from his three teammates. Hinata looked towards Bokuto and Sakusa who just shrugged in response, “Are you okay, Tsum?”

Nodding quickly, Atsumu smirked and threw his arm around Bokuto, “Don’t ya worry Bokkun!”

Tossing in a joke, Atsumu hoped his teammates would just let it go and not pay attention to the rising tension.

“(Y/N) has never once missed making your lunch, even when she had a fever she still made something for you,” Sakusa’s voice brought him out of his thoughts. Turning to the black haired man, Atsumu watched as Sakusa narrowed his eyes at him. “So, what did you do?”

Plastering a fake grin on his face, Atsumu gave him a thumbs up, “Nothing, Omi-Omi! Don’tcha worry!”

Blocking Atsumu’s sidestep, Sakusa glared the older man down, “I am worried because my friend is not responding to me.”

“But I am responding to you.”

“I’m not talking about you,” Sakusa snapped. It was weird for Atsumu, two people that he cared for a lot, who he’s annoyed until they’re red in the face but never snapped or raised their voice at him, just in less than 24 hours. “Iwaizumi-san says that she’s not responding to him either. Talk.”

Atsumu sighed in defeat, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to leave without indulging Sakusa with the problems with you. He didn’t want to tell more people about this, he wanted to fix this as soon as he could, and he’d rather not have other people interfering. Realising it was too late, as Sakusa and Iwaizumi knew of your behaviour, and knowing that if they knew, your other best friends and his brother would definitely know, Atsumu knew he was in deep shit. And maybe Sakusa can give him some advice.

“I mean, can you blame her?” He turned to Kiyoomi who was staring at him with distaste. “I mean, you basically told your girlfriend that her feelings weren’t genuine. That she was just making it up in her head.”

“I never said those words,” Atsumu spoke angrily.

Sakusa just shrugged, “You implied it though. By not acknowledging her feelings, you gave her the assumption that you don’t care about them. Just because you don’t see it, doesn’t mean that it’s not happening.”

The younger man brushed off the invisible dust, and sanitised his hands, placing them in his pockets. He looked at Atsumu once. “You’re lucky that she didn’t break up with you,” Kiyoomi stated bluntly. “I wouldn’t fault her if she did.”

Entering her house, something he’s done plenty of times, this was the first time it’s ever felt wrong. He could see her by the kitchen, she turned around giving Atsumu a beaming smile. He shouldn’t be here. This felt wrong. This felt like betrayal.

“(Y/N) thinks yer still in love with me,” Atsumu began, no point in beating around the bush. Rubbing his face, tired of the day, tired of the fight, “But I said yer not, yer just sentimental.”

Michi paused her movements, and turned around to face Atsumu. Heart beating in her chest, she tucked a piece of hair behind hair. This was it, this was the moment that she’s been waiting for. It was now or never. Taking a deep breath, Michi finally said the one thing she’s been dying to say, “But, Atsumu, I do love you.”

Atsumu sighed in frustration and ran a hand through his hair, “Why now? Why now that I’m with (Y/N)?”

“You knew, you always knew that we had something going on!”

“And we never took a chance, did we?” Atsumu spat out. “That was both of our faults!”

“We were supposed to end up together,” she mumbled, the confidence she had moments ago slowly disappearing.

“We were kids,” Atsumu rebutted, fire in his words. “What I have with (Y/N), this is serious. This is what I’ve been wantin’ all along.”

“We had that!”

“We never did!” Atsumu was tired. He was tired of all of this, he didn’t expect this to blow up this big. “Maybe we had a taste of what could be, but what you and I had, does not and will never compare to what I have with (Y/N).”

“I’ve known you for longer, Atsumu, I know you better than she could ever hope to,” she pleaded. “I’m in love with you, and I know that you’re in love with me. We were supposed to be together, it would have just taken longer.”

Atsumu moved his mouth to say something, but all he could do was stare at her. He wanted to say ‘maybe in another life’, but the words couldn’t escape him. And he knew that if he said it, it would be a lie. In this life and any other lives that he has, the only person he wants to share them is with you.

As much as Atsumu wanted to sit down and gather his thoughts, he needed this to get over as soon as he could. He needed to get back to you.

“I know that I wasn’t ready back then, but now I’m ready for you. I’m here,” Michi glanced at Atsumu, at the man that she’s been in love with for the past decade. “I’m in love with you Atsumu and I want to be with you.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle, there was his best friend, the person that once held his heart saying the words he once longed to hear. There was something disdainful in her tone, it felt wrong coming from her. It never did with you. It always felt right, like every time you said it a missing puzzle piece was completed inside of Atsumu.

If it was a couple of years ago, Atsumu would have jumped at the chance but that was before you. Before you turned his whole world upside down and he finally realised what being in love meant. Just because Michi knew Atsumu longer, and she thought that she knew Atsumu deeper, everyone knew it was you. It was you that fit right at Atsumu’s side.

You were the one that understood his moods, even before you began dating, you never once pushed him. You accepted how he felt and dealt with his emotions, and you were always there to give a hand if he needed or asked for it. It was the late night talks where he didn’t realise that he was already in love with you, it was the eagerness to see your face everyday. To talk to you everyday, to have those mundane and simple things that he despised before but then it was all he wanted to do, because he got to do it with you.

It was the feeling of being complete with you. Michi completed him in a way that Atsumu knew, she fit into his world, she was best friends with him. But you were his world. You filled in spaces that Atsumu didn’t even realise were empty. The cracks that were filled with your laughter and soft kisses, the void that he ignored was filled with your soft whispers about the future.

It never felt right until you.

It’s always been you.

With the lack of response, Michi bowed her head, “You’re choosing her, aren’t you?”

Without a pause, Atsumu responded, “Yeah,” looking at her, Atsumu felt nothing. There was an air indifference surrounding her. “I’ll always choose her, no matter what.”

Atsumu hopes that she understood what he said. Even if she begged, even if she pleaded for him to choose her, it would always be you. It’s always been you.

Atsumu straightened his back, “I think this friendship needs to end, Sato-san. My relationship with (Y/N) will always be the most important, she’s the most important person to me. I’ve loved her more than I’ve ever loved anyone, and will ever love anyone.” Taking a couple of steps towards the door, “And I can’t have anyone doubting that for her.”

It took ten years for her to say what she felt, and it only took Atsumu a couple of minutes to destroy her life, and a couple of steps to walk away from her forever. Dropping to her knees, Michi sobbed knowing that she was too late.

You were sitting at the dinner table, the dinner ready to be eaten at any moment. Looking towards the door once you heard it unlocked, you saw as Atsumu walked in, taking a deep breath and looking right at you.

Closing the door, he hastily made his way to you. Tugging you out of your chair gently, he wrapped his arms around you. “I’m sorry,” mumbling the words into your neck over and over again, you hesitantly wrapped your arms around him.

“I ended my friendship with Sato-san,” shocked at the words coming out of his mouth, shocked at the use of her surname and the formality, you moved yourself a little bit from Atsumu.

“‘Tsum, what?”

Repeating what he just told you, Atsumu looked you right in the eyes, willing to believe his truth. “I’ll always choose you.”

“‘Tsum, you didn’t have to do that. You could have just not spoken to her for a while, you didn’t need to cut her out of your life.”

Atsumu shook his head, “I never want ya to ever feel like I’m second guessing who I chose, and I know yer,” tapping the side of your head with his fingers, he smiled down at you. “Ya get into yer own head way too much. If she was around, I know you’d always be comparin’ or thinkin’ with that big brain of yers.”

“But aren’t you sad?”

“I am,” Atsumu said truthfully. “But I know that I’ll get through it, with ya around,” nuzzling into your neck he couldn’t help continue, “but if it was you.”

Looking at you, you could see his eyes watering, “If it was you, if I lost ya for some reason, I don’t think I’d be able to continue.”

Gently cupping his face with your hands, caressing the apple of his cheeks with your thumb, “You never have to worry about me leaving you, Miya Atsumu. I’m yours forever.”

“And I’ll always be yers, now and forever,” placing his forehead to yours, Atsumu felt his heart be at peace for the first time since last night. “I want ya for longer than forever, angel.”

Grinning, you moved yourself closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down on the couch with you, him on top of you. “I’m more than okay with that.”

Pulling you into his lap, Atsumu held your hands in his, “I’m sorry,” was what he started with. Tightening his hands, “I’m so sorry I ever made ya feel like that. I don’t care if I have ten years worth of memories with her because that means nothin’ with the forever I want with ya,” Atsumu began. “Those memories were what I remember most when we were kids, those inside jokes are just that, inside jokes with her. What I want is the jokes we’ll pass down to our kids, the stories that we’ll share to our kids. The memories that I’ll repeat and say to you before I say ‘I do’. All the memories that I had with her, angel, don’t compare nothin’ to one memory I have with ya.”

“Miya Atsumu,” you started, you could feel your heart beating against your chest rapidly. You never expected Atsumu to stop being friends with her. You truly just wanted for them to take a break.

You knew he’s loved you since you first met because you were the exact same. The way he filled your world with his brightness, the way he always made you feel like his priority above everything else, when he made you feel seen and remembered. Above all else, you felt warm and safe with him. There was no one but Miya Atsumu for you.

“You’re a great big sap, you know that?”

“Angel, I just bared my heart out to ya,” groaning, he pinched your side, a cheeky smirk on his face. “And that’s why yer saying to me.”

“That’s my heart too, mister,” leaning forward you pressed a soft kiss to his chest.

Grinning down at you, Atsumu knew that you could feel his heartbeat, and he didn’t care. Whatever he felt for you he wanted you to know.

“Yeah, princess, it is,” kissing the top of your head. “It’ll always be yours.”

“Don’t make me choose between you and her.”

“Why? Because you’ll choose her?”

“Yeah. I’ll choose her.”

happy early birthday, miya atsumu, you absolute disgusting goblin (affectionate).

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