#atsumu who hates love because it never works out for himself and he KNOWS he’s your exact opposite because you look at sweet things and

[sourstars]

actual cupid reader 🤝 anti-cupid atsumu.

#am i crazy #atsumu who hates love because it never works out for himself and he KNOWS he’s your exact opposite because you look at sweet things and #find joy and he looks at the same things and simply finds all of the reasons he cannot have it #someone who likes sunshine (atsumu) and someone who likes thunderstorms because of what they are; aboslute in their nature #ever changing. but always true #and reader who actually wants love so bad but believes none of it could ever be real because they’re cupid and everyone’s bound to fall #in love at some point but when do you start to see the person more than the job? when do you start to see reader rather than cupid #atsumu wakes up on morning after the one-night with you—against everyone you both stood for—and he sees a couple walking down the street #and he knows he’s supposed to fire—the arrow has their names on it. but he just can’t bring himself to do it #bc for the first time in a long time. he hasn’t seen reasons but instead that one previously elusive reason to stay #ANYWAYS thinking about this hard #pandora’s ponders! #i think that’s the tag idr

[narumi-gens]

Platonic

Miya Osamu x f!Reader

summary: Osamu knows that there’s nothing going on between you and his brother. And yet, he still can’t help but be jealous.

warnings: minors/ageless/blank blogs dni, don't let the summary fool you – this is basically just 4k words of fluff, jealous!osamu, slightly insecure!osamu, married!osamu, dad!osamu, very normal relationship problems, the importance of communication, kita is always the voice of wisdom, osamu is really just a simp for you, reader and osamu are #CoupleGoals

notes: whenever I’m trying to get back into writing, stealing plots from sitcoms is always a guarantee so everything from the title to the banner to the plot is at least 80% lifted from platonic (which is such a wonderful show).

words: 4k

part of the Meet the Miyas series

Osamu is jealous. And he hates it. He hates the word. He hates the feeling. He hates what it says about him. He really hates how irrational it is.

But what he hates most is that the person that he's jealous of is his own brother (that scrub).

But maybe he's the scrub. Because it's dumb. You've been together for years. You trust him. You love him. You're committed to him. You're married to him. You’re the mother of his child. You're happy with the life that you've built together. 

And he knows that Atsumu is your best friend. You were Atsumu's friend before he even met you. Atsumu is the one who introduced the two of you, who set you up — which he'll never stop taking credit for if his speech at your wedding was anything to go by. So of course you spend a significant amount of time with his twin. 

It’s never really bothered him before. If anything, he’s typically relieved that you’re so close with Atsumu. The more you occupy the setter’s time, the less time he has to annoy Osamu. 

And you’re allowed to have friends and a life outside of being a wife and mother. He wants you to have fun and to be your own person outside of your relationship with him. He doesn’t expect you to go from home to work and back to repeat the cycle all over again the next day. Not that you would ever allow it. 

It wasn’t easy and it took a lot of hard work, but over the years, the two of you have built a happy balance between him running the restaurant, you pursuing your own thriving career, being doting parents to a three-year-old son, and still managing to keep your marriage healthy. So this gross feeling of jealousy has no place in his life, especially where Atsumu is concerned. 

But it creeps up on him slowly, needling its way into him before he even has a chance to stop it. He first feels it over something so small that it embarrasses him. 

He asks you if you want to go see a new movie that’s been advertised for months. His mom and yours are always eager to babysit — sometimes eager to the point of forcing you both out of the house for what’s declared “much-needed grandparent time.” 

“Oh, I promised Atsumu that I’d see it with him,” you reply with a slight tilt of your head before picking up your phone. “Let me check with him about us all going together.”

It’s a simple and obvious solution. You’ve already sent your message to Atsumu and are looking up showtimes for that weekend. But there’s a small voice in the back of Osamu’s head insisting that you should be asking him if Atsumu can come with the two of you, not the other way around. The unfamiliar thought makes him feel uncomfortable and he quickly shoves it away.

But just that small, intrusive voice is like a spark and it isn’t long before he finds himself hearing it again, fanning the pathetic, weak flame into something stronger.

One morning, he’s pulled from sleep by the blankets lifting and the mattress dipping. When he cracks open a bleary eye, he sees you doing your best to slip into bed without disturbing him. He can’t check the time on his phone without giving away that you’ve already woken him up. But from the pale grey light of early morning that’s already beginning to brighten the bedroom and the fact that Reiji isn’t already awake, Osamu guesses that it’s between five and six. 

He knows that you had plans with Atsumu last night. You told him that you would probably be back late. But “back late” feels like an understatement considering the joys of parenthood usually have both of you up in about an hour whether it’s a workday or not. 

When you come down a few hours later, the bags under your eyes and unkempt hair point to your inability to sleep in even after what he can only assume was an all-night rager. You pepper your son’s cheeks with exaggerated kisses that have him giggling over his breakfast as Osamu pours you a cup of what he’s sure is much-needed coffee. 

“Ya got home late last night,” he comments as you take the mug that he passes you.

“Ah, yeah. Just ended up going a little harder than I meant to,” you reply and something close to embarrassment seems to cross your features. You glance at Reiji, making sure his attention is on his food before you lower to voice to a furtive whisper. “I threw up in a karaoke room and had to sleep it off at Atsumu’s.”

His immediate instinct is to laugh in your face and he has to bite his lips and quickly look away from you to keep from doing so. You weakly punch his shoulder in response before sitting down at the table. 

But the amusement at your misfortune slowly starts to fade, replaced instead by that same voice, which is growing steadily more familiar. He can’t remember the last time that the two of you had a night like that together. He tries to think back on if it was before or after Reiji was born. And while you certainly don’t make vomiting in karaoke rooms a habit, it’s not at all rare for you and his brother to have a wild night out. 

When the voice asks why you’re having them with Atsumu but not with him, the only thing he can focus on is the knot in the pit of his stomach and how it only seems to grow tighter. 

He hears it again when he’s with Atsumu one day and he asks Osamu what he thinks about you rejecting a new job offer. The question is offhanded — he’s looking at his phone when asks it, barely even giving Osamu a fraction of his attention. 

But Osamu freezes. This is the first that he’s heard about any job offer. He didn’t even know that you were interviewing somewhere else. 

“What job offer?” His voice sounds thin and Atsumu seems to realize that he’s unintentionally stumbled into something much bigger because his thumb stops scrolling and there’s a line of tension in his shoulders that wasn’t there only moments ago. 

“Uh, it’s nothin’ big,” he quickly tries to assure his brother as he puts down his phone and turns to face him fully. “It just happened this week. Some new place made her an offer and she turned it down.”

Osamu merely hums, his expression betraying nothing, but his twin brother knows him too well.

“Look, I’m sure she just hasn’t gotten ‘round to telling ya,” he offers and Osamu can see the slight panic in his eyes. “She had that big meeting. And she’s been lookin’ after Reiji-kun since he’s been sick, right? Things’ve probably just been too crazy fer her to even think about it.”

Every excuse only digs the hole deeper. It’s not just this apparent job that you’ve been pursuing only to turn down that Atsumu knows about. It’s also your hectic work week and how you’ve been taking care of Reiji since the restaurant’s been too shorthanded for Osamu to stay home. 

What’s next? Is he going to mention that you’ve also been so busy the two of you haven’t had sex in almost three weeks? From the guilty look in his twin’s eyes, Osamu would bet good money that he’s already aware. 

On his way home, he tries to think about the best way to raise the subject with you and ultimately decides that there’s no good way to ask, “Hey. Why are ya tellin’ Tsumu things but not yer husband?”

(He knows that’s definitely the wrong way to phrase it, but that little voice won’t say it any other way.)

But when he enters your bedroom he finds you slouched against the headboard, fully passed out with Reiji sprawled on top of you as he clings to you even in his sleep. The light and tv are both still on. You’re obviously exhausted and stretched thin, while Osamu is looking to pick a fight. The guilt he feels is almost crippling. 

It probably hasn’t even occurred to you to mention the job offer with everything else going on. Atsumu is right, which only makes him feel worse. 

He comes toward the both of you and carefully tries to pick Reiji up out of your arms without waking either of you. But he’s only just managed to pry the sick toddler loose when your eyelids flutter open.

It takes you a moment to register what’s happening, still feeling the dregs of sleep, but when you do, you give him the softest smile and it makes him feel like an even bigger piece of shit.

“Did you just get home?” you whisper as you help him lift Reiji off of you. But before he can take your son too far away, you shift over and gesture for Osamu to place him in the middle of the bed. “He’ll cry if he wakes up in his room alone.”

“He doin’ any better?” Osamu quietly asks and does as you ask, gently putting him down before sitting down on your other side on the edge of the mattress. 

“His fever broke a couple of hours ago, so he should be back to normal in a day or two.” The news is a visible relief to you. It’s not just the amount of effort a sick child takes, but also the worry that’s been weighing you down. 

“Wish I coulda been ‘round more to help ya,” he tells you, his guilt about both doubting you and leaving you to take care of Reiji by yourself beginning to peek through.

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” you assure him, lifting a hand to run your fingers through his hat hair. “I know that you’re in a bind since Kimura-san quit. I’m the one with the flexible hours and schedule. I really don’t mind. We’re a team.”

He doesn’t deserve you.

“Well, the new part-timer starts next week so things’ll finally calm down,” he offers and something mischievous sparkles in your tired eyes.

“Good. Because when you can finally take some time off, we’re gonna pawn Reiji off on the grandparents. Then you’re gonna make it up to me by spending the entire night making me cum so hard I see stars,” you tell him, your tone leaving no room for argument, as if he would ever want to. 

“I can do that,” he agrees with a grin.

“We haven’t fucked in weeks,” you pout and Osamu can’t hold in his laughter, only for you to slap a hand over his mouth to keep him from waking up Reiji. 

Your own quiet giggles are able to momentarily drown out the small voice reminding him about the job offer that you’ve yet to tell him about. 

But a few weeks later, even after having the house to yourselves for an entire weekend and spending it fucking on every surface that you could like you used to do before Reiji came along, those embarrassing feelings of jealousy are still as present as ever.

You post a series of photos of you and Atsumu at a restaurant. The first picture is of your happy, smiling faces and the matching pair of five-pound gyoza on the table, one in front of each of you. As he swipes through the series, you both look worse and worse as you try to finish your gyoza. When he gets to the final one, you’re proudly holding a certificate from the restaurant for having finished yours in an hour, while Atsumu looks like he’s on death’s doorstep.

He’s so preoccupied swiping back and forth through the photos that when the restaurant door slides open, it startles him so badly that he almost drops his phone entirely. He doesn’t know whether or not to be relieved that it’s Kita coming to drop off a new order of rice rather than a customer who didn’t read the closed sign. 

On one hand, he doesn’t want to deal with a customer while he’s in the midst of indulging that voice that’s slowly becoming a companion. But on the other, dealing with Kita when he’s in a jealousy spiral is even worse.

“Is everything alright? Ya look like ya just got some bad news,” Kita observes with a small frown of concern.

As Osamu assures him that nothing’s wrong, he tries to hurriedly shove his phone into the pocket of his apron. However, it slips from his sweaty hands and skids across the floor of the restaurant where it comes face-up to a perfect stop right in front of Kita’s feet.

He picks it up and when he sees the final picture of you and Atsumu on the screen, he shakes his head in amusement. 

“Atsumu only sent me the picture of them at the start of the challenge,” he wryly says as he slides the restaurant door shut behind him and joins Osamu at the counter. He takes a moment to swipe through the rest of the photos in your post before passing the phone back. “I’m surprised ya didn’t go with ‘em.”

“I wasn’t invited,” he mumbled, vocalizing the bitter thought that’s been taking up so much space in his mind ever since you and Atsumu originally made the plans. But as soon as the words leave his lips, he knows he’s given himself away because he can feel Kita’s heavy gaze on him.

“Did ya ask if ya could join ‘em?” is Kita’s annoyingly reasonable response. After a few moments, Osamu gives the smallest shake of his head, confirming that no, he didn’t ask if he could go with you and his brother. 

“Y’know, yer wife is an amazing woman,” he finally says when it’s clear Osamu has nothing else to offer. “But fer all of her talents, she’s not a mind reader. Just talk to her.”

Osamu groans loudly at how rational Kita is being. He drops his head down to rest his forehead on the countertop, his Onigiri Miya hat flopping off in the process. While he agrees that it’s good advice, there’s still one problem.

“Kita-san…it’s embarrassing,” he protests childishly and he turns his head to the side to look up at his old team captain. “What am I supposed to say? ‘Stop spendin’ so much time with that scrub!’ I’ll sound like an idiot.”

“Just talk to her,” Kita repeats calmly and Osamu can only sigh. “Why don’t ya tell me how Reiji-kun’s been?”

For the rest of the day, Osamu finds himself trapped in an internal debate over whether or not he should take Kita’s advice. The ugly voice in his head insists that he shouldn’t have to say anything at all. If you really love him then you should already know. The more self-conscious part of him keeps warning him of how embarrassed he’ll be when he tells his wife, the mother of his child, the love of his life, that he’s jealous of how much time she spends with his brother. 

But a new voice, one that sounds exactly like Kita, simply asks him if he’s tired of feeling like this. Does he really want to keep harboring this resentment? It’ll only continue to fester and grow until it explodes, hurting everyone he loves. 

So that night, after he’s put Reiji to bed and the dishes are done and the laundry is folded and he has no more excuses left to procrastinate, he collapses next to you on the couch with an exaggerated sigh. You look up at him from your phone with an amused smile, only for it to slightly fall when you see how troubled he looks. 

“What’s going on? Did something happen at work?” you ask, turning to give him your full attention and scooting closer to him so that you can rest a gentle hand on his thigh. 

He shuts his eyes and gives himself a single moment to steel himself before finally letting out the poison that’s slowly been building inside of him for the last few months. 

“I have somethin’ to tell ya and it’s gonna make it seem like I’m fifteen or somethin’,” he says and he knows that if he didn’t sound so serious then you would be making a joke about him having some sort of wet dream and ruining the sheets. Instead, you give his thigh a reassuring squeeze. 

“Lately…fer the last few months…I’ve been feelin’ kinda…jealous.”

There. The words are out there in the world. You’ve heard them. He can go crawl into a hole and wait for the embarrassment to kill him. 

“Jealous? Of what?” 

He hates how concerned you sound. You’re not making light of his admission. You’re not confused. You’re being patient. You’re gentle. You’re so much better than him and his childish pettiness and resentment and jealousy. 

“You and stupid Tsumu,” he grumbles, slouching down even further into the couch. He glances over at you from the corner of his eye and sees the look of surprise on your face. He shuts his eyes again, balling his hands into fists, and tells himself to man the fuck up.

With his nerves now steeled, he takes a deep breath, sits up straight, and turns to fully face you. 

“Look, I know that ya got this weird friendship with Tsumu and that he’s yer best friend. And it’s never been a big deal before, but lately, I dunno…,” he trails off, his gaze darting down before he forces it back up to meet yours. “I’ve just been feelin’ a little…cut out.”

“Osamu,” you murmur, lifting a hand to his face but he quickly takes it between both of his so that he can hold it tight and keep himself steady. 

“I love you and our family and the life we’ve built together. I wouldn’t change any of it fer anything,” he’s quick to assure you, needing you to know that you make him happier than he ever thought he could be. “But sometimes I see ya hangin’ out with Tsumu and havin’ fun and it sounds dumb but, I wish I could see more of that part of yer life.”

You softly repeat his name before you climb into his lap. You wrap an arm around his shoulders to hold him close and pull your other hand from his grasp so that you can cup his cheek with a loving touch. 

“I’m so sorry that I’ve made you feel that way,” you tell him. “You’re always gonna come first. I don’t ever want you to feel excluded or like I’m trying to keep the different pieces of my life compartmentalized.”

Just hearing your apology and acknowledgment of the irrational jealousy that’s been plaguing him soothes his insecurities and embarrassment. 

“I want ya to be able to go do things on yer own and do things with Tsumu without feelin’ like ya gotta bring me along every time. But ya just look like yer havin’ fun when yer gettin’ up to stupid things together and I guess, I just wanna have fun with ya too,” he shrugs. Despite how true it is, he hates how cheesy he sounds. But from the way that you’re looking at him with so much affection, you clearly find it touching. 

“I love having fun with you, Osamu,” you smile back at him and his cheeks start to feel warm. “I’d love to do more stupid things with you.”

“Even if that stupid thing is spendin’ 20,000 yen at an arcade to beat a bunch of teens for the high score?” he asks and it comes out shyer than he intended. “Or buyin’ out every flavor of chips and every type of snack from the konbini just to rank ‘em?”

“Even then,” you nod with a grin. “Even if it’s needing to make a cab pull over to throw up after a night of drinking.”

“I thought it was the karaoke room?” he frowns in confusion.

“It was the karaoke room for me. The cab was Atsumu,” you tell him with a laugh and he snorts in response. 

But then, since this is a time for honesty, he decides to bring up the question that’s been weighing heavily on his mind for the last few weeks. 

“Why didn’t ya tell me about the job offer?” he gently asks, the question curious rather than accusatory.

“Job offer?” The line of your mouth twists down and your eyebrows knit together as you try to understand what he’s referring to. 

“Tsumu said ya turned down a job offer. It was around when Reiji was sick,” he explains and his tone turns slightly hesitant. “Did ya feel like ya couldn’t tell me?”

Your eyes spark with recognition before you roll them in annoyance.

“Atsumu’s an idiot. He never listens,” you begin to rant and he’s not too proud to admit that hearing your irritation directed towards his twin extinguishes the last remaining embers of his jealousy. “It wasn’t a job offer. A recruiter reached out about a job opening for a position that involves more work for less pay. I didn’t even reply.”

He feels an odd mixture of relief, guilt, and frustration. He’s relieved that this was just some misunderstanding, but he feels just as guilty for jumping to the worst conclusion and thinking that you were something big from him. The frustration will be dealt with when he next sees his twin and gives him an earful and delivers a slap to the back of his head.

“I’m sorry fer not just askin’ ya ‘bout it sooner,” he says and you just give him a look of understanding. 

“You and me, we’re only human. There are just gonna be times when I forget to tell you something or just don’t think to bother with it. But I’ll always do my best to make sure you know when there’s something going on. We’re a team, remember?” You run your fingers caringly through his hair with a soft smile and he leans eagerly into your touch.

“We’re a team,” he repeats quietly, finding the words comforting. He then gives you a slightly embarrassed look. “Hey, don’t tell Tsumu, okay? He’ll just call me a scrub.”

You place a reassuring kiss on his lips before nodding. 

“Don’t worry. You’re a scrub, but you’re my scrub and I love you.” He can’t help but laugh as he wraps his arms around your middle and hugs you close. “But, you wanna do something crazy, huh?”

When he looks up at you, it’s to find a hint of wildness creeping into your expression. It’s the same wildness he used to see when you first started dating — before you both became adults and spouses and parents with real responsibilities. 

The next day, Atsumu stops by the restaurant in the late afternoon during a lull. His appearance is unannounced, meaning that Osamu hasn’t had a chance to prepare himself for what he knows is to come. It’s as bad as he imagined because as soon as the setter walks in, he freezes, his expression going slack in shock at the sight of Osamu.

Or more correctly, at the sight of Osamu’s hair, which has been amateurishly dyed to be the same shade of grey that he used to wear in high school. 

“Don’t even start,” he warns but doing so is pointless because Atsumu immediately bursts into laughter, finding it so funny that he has to clutch his stomach as he bends over. 

“Who’s idea was this?” he manages to ask in between his gasps for air and his cackles. “Ya look so stupid!”

Osamu just stares at him blankly, not bringing up the fact that Atsumu is the one who’s been wearing the exact same hairstyle since they were sixteen, and isn’t that even more pathetic? 

Because for all of the mocking that he receives, he knows it was worth it for the time he spent joking and laughing with you into the late hours of the night in your tiny bathroom as you did your best to dye his hair without burning his scalp.

#first thing I've written in months 🙀 #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu #osamu miya x reader #osamu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #miya osamu fluff #osamu fluff #platonic #mel writes

[hqbaby]

sixteen — this is real

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

previous — masterlist — next

word count. 1.5k content. swearing, pretty tame tbh

him: wanna come over tonight?

y/n the love of my life: sorry!! got plans

Suna can’t help the frown that takes over his features as he stares at your message. It’s not a big deal. You’ve turned him down before, this isn’t anything special. In fact, this is completely normal. Did he really expect you to drop everything going on in your life for him? Of course not.

Logic doesn’t stop it from bothering him though. The truth is that he hasn’t been alone with you since you left him that one night. Sure, he sees you around friends but you never really talk because you’re not supposed to be this close. Sure, it’s only been four days since that night but still. It unsettles him, it makes him feel like he doesn’t know where the two of you stand.

“Sorry, Bo, I got plans with Y/N tonight.”

Suna’s head shoots up to find Atsumu grinning at their teammate. What?

Bokuto waves it off. “No biggie, bro!” he says. “Say hi to her for me.”

“Will do.” Atsumu closes his locker and turns to look at Suna. “Ya good, man?”

So he’s your “plans,” Suna thinks. It makes him want to hurl. He hates it.

“Yeah,” he manages to say, already sprinting out of the locker room. “I’m fine.”

He’s not fine. He feels like he’s burning from inside out at the thought of you ditching him for Atsumu. Fucking Atsumu. Don’t you know that he used to cry after science exams? That he had to take his driving test four times? That he and Osamu once spent an entire week finishing a 10,000 piece puzzle while everyone else thought they had died?

Suna slams his head on his steering wheel. It doesn’t matter if you know any of that. All that matters is that you’re choosing Atsumu. Instead of him.

He pulls his phone out and starts typing a message to some girl who gave him her number at a party. She wouldn’t say no to him. He knows she wouldn’t. And that’s why he can’t bring himself to send the message, why he throws his phone on the passenger seat and drives back home instead of doing anything stupid.

Kiyoko reaches her leg out and pokes you with her toe. “What’s up with you?”

You glance up from the lab report you’re working on, bemused. “With me?” you ask. “Not much, dude. What about you?”

She gives you a knowing look. “You’re so full of shit.”

“Am not!”

“You’re withholding gossip!” she accuses, grinning as she points a finger at you. “Come on! I need to know what’s going on!”

You put your laptop away. “Nothing’s going on!” you tell her, but there’s a smile in your voice that says otherwise. “Well, nothing too crazy at least.”

“Tell me!”

You start laughing as your roommate hops onto your bed, grabbing one of your pillows while she looks at you eagerly. “It’s really nothing,” you say. “‘Tsumu just kinda sorta… asked me to be his girlfriend.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Yes, you are,” she says. “Because if he actually did that, you wouldn’t be seeing him tonight.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because you said no to him. You’re nice, you don’t string guys along after you turn them down.”

You stare at her. She stares at you. You stare at her. She cocks her head to the side. You give a small nod.

“Holy shit!” she exclaims. “You said yes?!”

“Not yet!”

“Yet?!”

You’re laughing as she tries to tackle you. “Dude, chill!” you say. “We don’t know what’s gonna happen!”

She shakes her head, hands on your shoulders as she rattles you around. “You have to tell me,” she says, leaning close enough to make her already-wide eyes look wider, “do you love him?”

“I don’t know!” you say, pushing her away.

You furrow your brows at the words that fall out of your mouth. You were supposed to say no. Why didn’t you say no?

“You don’t know?”

“Are you using me as an excuse to avoid your homework?” you ask in an attempt to change the subject.

“Doesn’t matter!” she says. “Wait. What about Suna?”

You wince. 

The truth is that you don’t know what’s going to happen with Suna. You’ve been avoiding him ever since the night that you decided not to stay over. You still see him when you hang out with his friends and go visit his team, but you never talk to him, sticking to your usual polite-but-not-close relationship in public.

It’s been eating you alive and you don’t really know why. You’re going to have to talk to him eventually, about Atsumu, about everything. It shouldn’t be a big deal, but for some reason, it feels like it is. Why?

“If I say yes to Atsumu,” you say carefully, “I guess things with Rin will be over.”

It hits you as soon as you say it.

Over.

It seems so final, so unnecessary. Surely, there’s a better way to do this. This can’t be it.

Kiyoko looks thoughtful, like she’s considering her words very carefully. Then, she asks, “How do you feel about that? You know, ending things with Suna.”

You shrug. This time you know you mean it when you say, “I don’t know.”

You’re sitting in Atsumu’s car with your head leaned against the window. You haven’t planned anything special tonight, just eating take-out and driving around. Normally, you’d be talking each other’s ears off, but you can’t seem to focus right now.

Ever since your talk with Kiyoko that afternoon, you haven’t been able to stop thinking about Suna. It bugs you more than you know it should and that only makes it worse.

“Yer quiet tonight,” Atsumu says. His voice isn’t accusatory or harsh, like he’s just making an observation. “Somethin’ botherin’ ya?”

You chew your bottom lip and fiddle with the straw of your drink. “Yeah. Just a little.”

He hums. “Do ya wanna talk about it?”

“I don’t know if I can,” you tell him quietly. “I’m sorry.”

“Nothin’ to apologize for,” Atsumu says, glancing over to give you a reassuring smile. He finds a spot near the lake on campus and parks nearby. “We can talk about anythin’ ya want. Or not. We can just sit here and eat. That’s okay too.”

He turns the engine off and rolls the windows down, the autumn air drifting in. There are a few other people in the area, groups of friends daring each other to dive into the lake and couples talking or getting into arguments. It’s a night like any other and, as you sit there eating and listening to the playlist you and Atsumu put together, you know you wouldn’t mind spending more of your time like this.

“Have you ever had to let something go?”

The question just falls out of you. It fills the gaps in the air like it was always meant to be there. Like it was something you were always meant to ask.

“Anythin’ in particular?” he asks, taking a sip of his drink.

You look out the window and see a girl, soaked to the bone, walk out of the lake before chasing after her friends. 

“A person,” you say, “after you realized that you wanted different things.”

“Yer not talkin’ ‘bout me are ya?” His tone is teasing.

You shake your head and smile at him. “No.”

You catch the way he looks at you. His gaze is soft and warm and kind. It makes you feel like you’re all that matters to him at this moment. Like the rest of the world is just static. 

The only other person who ever looked at you that way was Suna and he only noticed when he was inside you in one way or another.

It feels different when Atsumu does it. It makes you feel like you matter just by existing.

“So,” you say, trying to stop yourself from focusing too much on the look on his face, “have you ever had to let someone go?”

He considers your question for a moment. “I have,” he tells you. “‘Samu actually.”

That catches you off-guard. The twins are absolutely inseparable, as far as you know. “‘Samu?”

“Yeah.” He nods, getting into it now. “In highschool I thought that we were gonna do volleyball together forever. I couldn’t imagine a world where I’d have to go at it without ‘im, but that’s what happened.

“I was so mad.” He chuckles, clearly recalling a fond—or maybe not so fond—memory. “We got in a big fight and… it wasn’t pretty.”

You nod along, the story distracting you from any thoughts of Suna. “What happened?”

Atsumu sighs. “I had to get used to it,” he tells you. “We had different dreams and it wasn’t right that I pushed mine on ‘im. It wasn’t ‘Samu’s job to change and I wasn’t bein’ fair to either of us by thinking he would.”

He offers you a smile, all boyish and a little shy. He knows the vulnerability should irk him, but he can’t bring himself to care. Not when he’s talking to you. Not when you’re looking at him all nice and understanding and so fucking gorgeous.

You lean over the console and kiss him. It’s short and sweet but it means everything to the two of you.This is real, you tell yourself. You don’t know much else but you know that this—you and Atsumu and all the little spaces in between, this—is as real as you’re going to get.

notes. THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM *mic drops and runs for the hills*

#hqbaby.fyi #hqbaby #haikyuu #suna rintarou #suna #suna rintarou x reader #suna x reader #miya atsumu #atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #suna rintarou fic #suna fic #miya atsumu fic #atsumu fic #haikyuu fic

[revasserium]

anon request: why they call it falling x osamu miya

126. why they call it falling

osamu; 1,078 words; fluff and the most fleeting of suggestive themes; really just a character study on the miya twins + reader as a conduit for character dev

he has always had someone who knew exactly what he was thinking, exactly how he was feeling. because when god made twins (or so osamu thinks), they got really fucking lazy and probably just hit ctrl+v one too many times.

when he meets you for a first time, he wonders if this is what it felt like for a hurricane and a typhoon to finally learn about each other, the only difference between them being where they occur — only an entire ocean and half a world apart.

“i think… i met someone,” he says.

“i think… i’m done with volleyball after high school ends,” he says.

“i think you’re an idiot,” atsumu says.

“do you… think i’m an idiot?” osamu asks, sitting across from you on a summer evening, long after practice has been over, but the stickiness of the day still lingers on his skin. tsumu is still mad at him, but what else is new?

you regard him for a minute, pressing your lips into a soft, thin line as you stare out across the darkening horizon.

“no…” you say finally, looking down at your hands, loose in your lap. osamu looks down at his own hands, loose in his lap, his palms littered with calluses from all the hours of practice. all the hours of dreaming.

“i don’t think you’re an idiot.”

osamu smiles, nodding, “thanks…”

the truth is that it’s been way too long since he’s felt like the shadow of himself, or perhaps of someone else, and it’s been way too long since he’s really known what it felt like to do something with his whole entire soul and feel good about it. and that’s a kind of growing up too — so he learns — that’s a kind of changing.

“we wanted to be the best,” he admits, chuckling to himself, the thought of it now somehow ridiculous in a way that it’s never been to him before. he shakes his head and sighs, shaking our his bangs from his eyes as he casts his gaze up towards the first burgeoning stars.

“you still can — what’s stopping you?” you ask, your grin going lopsided in the way he likes. and when he looks back at you, he sees the world reflected in your eyes.

later that night, when he is making music of your body with his lips skimming a line along the sharp of your exposed collarbones, when his fingers are tugging you apart, when you are pushing back against him, pushing him back into the mattress of his own bed and atsumu is nowhere to be found (probably still sulking somewhere with the rest of the team), you pull back and smile at him — the lopsided smile he loves so much and he can’t help but lean up to kiss it from your lips.

and he feels it in his own body then, the years and years and years of his practice, the years and years and years of his hard work. him and his twin brother — the mirrored half of himself, the light to (perhaps) his shadow. ying and yang and all that slow, smooth jazz.

he grins too and kisses you. he kisses you hard and fast and he makes music of his own body then, too. because his body has long since been an instrument and he was born knowing how to play every single one of its notes.

“stay,” he says, after he’s had his fill of you, because a part of him knows that he’ll be just as hungry later.

“maybe,” you answer, even as you both hear his brother come home.

atsumu comes back to find both of you asleep, the sheets twisted over your very, very naked bodies. and a part of him wants to hate it but another part of him doesn’t. he can’t.

because this is what happens when a hurricane and a typhoon learn about each other for the very first time — they are so, so much the same thing, made different only by their times and places. but they are still just beating hearts and half-caught breaths — they are still just wind and rain and a tunnel between the sea and the never-ending sky.

“what are you gonna do?” atsumu asks, not looking at his twin.

osamu shrugs, “dunno… maybe i’ll make rice balls.”

“hn. you do make good riceballs.”

“i… i think i really like her, y’know.”

atsumu heaves a long, deep breath. he nods.

“yeah. i know.”

osamu grins, “right. of course you do.”

and the truth is that when god made twins, they probably hit ctrl+v one too many times, and they have always known things about each other that no one else will ever know or fully understand. like, the things that make them different, totally and inexplicably.

“he’s gonna be the best in the world,” osamu says, his eyes bright as twin stars as you sit next to him, the pair of you glued to the match on the tv screen. there’s an apron around samu’s waist and rice sticking to his fingers.

you almost laugh.

“he already is,” you say.

it takes three seconds of osamu to turn to you, his grin going lopsided as he watches you watch him.

“i — i think i love you.”

and you really do laugh this time.

“yeah. i know.”

osamu only rolls his eyes, goes back to pressing the musubi between his palms as the commercial break cuts to some curry commercial featuring an incredibly deadpanned kageyama. he packs the rice in tight and hands it to you.

“how’s it taste?”

you take your time savoring the flavor, grinning as you take another huge bite. the smile on osamu’s face spreads and spreads and spreads.

“like the best in the world,” you say, before shoving the whole thing into your mouth just to make osamu laugh.

“you’re… an idiot.”

you swallow hard and reach for a glass of water.

osamu catches your hand and presses his lips to the inside of your wrist, letting his lips linger there even as the commercial break ends.

“i know,” you say, nodding as you both turn back to the screen. the rice is warm and fresh and the nori is crispy and just the perfect amount of salty.

“yeah, i know."

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu drabbles #haiCUTIES #osamu miya #osamu miya x reader #osamu miya x you #osamu miya imagines #osamu miya scenarios #osamu miya fanfic #miya osamu #floofy floof floof #idk wHAT this is tbh i think reader is literally just there as a plot device but ??? L O L #i haven't written in a while and i wanted to throw something up u__u #fun fact the only dif between a hurricane and a typhoon is where is happens -- one is over the atlantic and the other other the pacific LOL

[everythingiaskfor]

His Hands

miya osamu x reader, post time skip. 

1.2k words

completely inspired by Blegh’s song “His Hands” :)

no warnings.

you’ve been working for miya osamu for about a year now.

it all started when you needed a job to help with college expenses, you looked everywhere, got some interviews but no success, until you noticed the poster glued to the door of an onigiri shop on the way to your college campus. you sent in your application, got called for an interview. when the day came, you were nervous because you didn’t have any experience working in a restaurant, but they called you so you had a chance, right? 

the interview went fine, and you were surprised that the very young looking man, miya osamu, who interviewed you, was the owner of the place and only a year older than you.. you got the job.  you learned how everything worked pretty quickly, and your shifts got easier as time went by. during the night shifts it was usually only you and osamu. you got to know the other  person who worked during the day, and experienced the lunchtime rush, and decided to never accept covering during lunch again.

for around a year you shared almost every night with osamu, running around trying to get everything done during the busier days, or just talking when the movement was weaker. the two of you created a code to make things easier on the busier days, not wasting time exchanging words. you got to know his twin, who would just show up and eat stuff like the place was his. he knew when you took your day off to go out with friends. you knew how he would act like he hated the days his friends from school would show up, and you knew that you could do most of the work so he could hangout with them. you got to know all about his volleyball career, and about the reputation the miya twins had. his friends told you stories of how he and atsumu would fight and makeup in less than an hour. you got to know about how mad atsumu was when osamu told him he wouldn’t pursue volleyball anymore. 

you knew when he would leave earlier for a date. you knew how he would act when trying to impress a cute client and how to ruin the vibe, and you knew he was going to complain about how you ruined his chance with a possible future wife. he knew when a client was bothering you and how to get you out of those situations. he knew about the worst dates you’ve had and all of your failed attempts in love. you knew that even though he was looking for it, no one wanted to be in a relationship with a guy who worked 24/7, even if it was to achieve his dream. 

he could see it on your face when you were upset about something, always saying that you could talk to him or take the day off. you could recognise the look on his face when he was starting to get discouraged when things got a little complicated. you knew how to say the right words to get him back on track, and you were the person he would happily share good news about the shop. after a year he wasn’t only your boss.  you’re friends who happened to work together. 

and it was in one of those calmer nights that you caught yourself staring at the kitchen, observing how his hands would carefully yet agilely cut the ingredients, how his posture was perfect even after 12 hours of work, how his arms would flex and his sleeves would tightly embrace his muscles. you shake off those thoughts when a customer comes in. 

after some weeks, osamu found himself admiring the way you would talk to clients, with a big smile, always welcoming, but didn’t let anyone take advantage of how nice you were.

sometime after that, you two were the only people in the building, closing the shop. osamu had been on a date the previous day and you decided to ask him how it went. he was telling you about how his date was nice but did a bunch of annoying things. but all you could pay attention to was how he felt handcrafted just for you, and how you knew exactly the things he liked by now. but you change subjects, trying to put away those thoughts. it was late, so he gave you a ride home, and once again you found yourself staring at his hands, now on the steering wheel. but, in an inner fight with your own mind you start to think about how he was just out of your league, how you ruined every relationship you almost had, how he deserves someone better, how you had friends that would last longer, how they wouldn’t feel like monsters.

weeks passed and you would fall into that train of thought over and over, being unwanted, but wanting too much, feeding that idea but leaving yourself starving. that was until one night, in another of those casual late night conversations, you were side by side, doing whatever, you looked at him and he retributed the act, and the eye contact lasted a little bit too much for a conversation about nothing. and you realized that maybe you were falling, and maybe the tension was there because it wasn’t one sided. 

he tried to keep away from you for a while, and you didn’t try hard to reach for him, at this point, both of you were just confused about where were you standing. but the tension kept building and building, and at some point there was just no escaping.

it was around midnight, on a sunday, a busy evening and you barely had time to rest, after the last customer leaves you head to the kitchen. you meet a tired osamu, putting away some stuff and you get to the sink to wash the dishes. some minutes go by and not a single word exchanged, not that they weren’t needed, but no one felt safe enough to do so. 

“can you help me put these things back in place?” osamu breaks the silence. you nod and stand beside him, he gives you a pile of things and you got the storage room, you get to the small room, carefully putting everything in the places the were supposed to, and when turning around to leave he’s there, inches away from you, you look up to meet his gaze and you find him looking at you.

“sorry.” he says quietly, but not moving back or giving you a passage.

“it’s fine.” you answer, not moving either.

the silence is accompanied with prolonged eye contact. none of you dare looking away. your breath is getting shorter, a million thoughts per second. but you were caught up on him. suddenly you feel his hands moving up from beside him to cup your cheeks, and slowly leans and finally your lips touch. the kiss was tender, not rushed, but heated. it felt like you waited for it forever and you didn’t even know. you break the kiss, open your eyes. and you think about a million things to say nothing comes out. 

“i hope i didn’t read the situation wrong.” he says, taking his hand from your face to the back of his neck. 

“you didn’t. you have no idea how right you read it.” you answer. 

after so long, he wasn’t just your boss anymore. 

and you know you love him, and you might be in love with him.

#first time writing osamu hope it's good #hq osamu #miya osamu #osamu drabble #osamu headcanons #osamu fic #osamu fluff #miya osamu headcanons #miya osamu oneshot #miya osamu x y/n #miya osamu x reader #osamu x reader #osamu x y/n #haikyuu x reader #osamu x you

[miya-twins]

OT3 Origins: AtsuAranKita

the series where I just ramble about poly ships getting together because it's fun

the thing is. everyone can tell aran and kita are into each other. they love to spend time together. aran goes out of his way to understand kita's peculiarities. kita laughs at aran's jokes all the time even when they're not that funny.

it's just that they don't do anything about it and nobody knows why. they're both smart people, they can't be that oblivious, can they?

it frustrates atsumu to no end. now, it really shouldn't be his business what they do or don't do, but. he's been nursing his own crush on aran since middle school, only to then see aran so smitten with kita. and he can't even be mad! obviously anyone would fall in love with kita. he's perfect. atsumu should hate him for stealing aran and even he's falling for kita's charms.

both of them are so damn lucky the other likes them, and atsumu's not jealous. he would be, if there was anything to be jealous of, but there isn't because they don't do anything about their obvious crushes. it's maddening. atsumu doesn't even know who he'd be jealous of anymore. and his stupid, stupid heart won't even stop hoping if there's no concrete evidence that it should. like this, it beats like crazy in his chest every time aran ruffles the twins' hair and lets his hand linger in atsumu's just a tad longer than osamu's. or when kita smiles at him and praises him for a play well done.

he knows aran is just friendly and sees the twins as his little brothers. kita is proud of his kouhai. sometimes, at least. that's all that is. but his heart doesn't get the memo.

so atsumu's getting fed up with the lack of progress, but osamu tells him not to meddle, so he does what he always does when he needs to let off steam, which is practicing his serves.

osamu went home without him so he thinks he can keep going until he's about to collapse, but then he gets interrupted. and of course it's kita and aran who stayed behind to talk to the coach or smth. definitely not to do what they should be doing which is making out behind the gym.

and kita instantly starts to scold atsumu for staying so late, he shouldn't be overworking himself, he's gotta take better care of himself

for once atsumu doesn't listen to him tho, just fires back like "it's not like you do what's good for yourself which would be kissing aran so you got no room to talk!" and he just goes on a rant how literally everyone knows they're in love and atsumu wouldn't even be here working off his frustration about his crushes on them if they just got their shit together

aran is stunned into total silence while kita just plainly presents his perspective, which is yeah he was aware that both aran and atsumu are giving him looks as if they like him, he was just under the impression they were already dating, so he felt it would be rude to insert himself there without being asked first. he was hoping they'd ask eventually.

atsumu's brain kinda explodes at this and he can see the same happening to aran, like no???? they're not dating?? kita's just there like "huh. you just looked so close. my bad."

poor aran then has to go. yes I've had a crush on atsumu for years. didn't act on it cuz poor little samu didn't understand what was going on and thought aran didn't like him anymore when he was trying to spend some time with just atsumu. so he just gave up on it. and yeah he's been eyeing kita also but it's not like he ever got over atsumu. also no he didn't realize either of them were into him. that's wild. what do you mean lovestruck looks he's never seen either of them do that. no not at each other either. he thought everyone but him was only interested in volleyball and friendship.

atsumu is happy he's for once not the dumbest one in a situation

kita suggests they date since they all like each other, it's the most logical solution

aran can barely keep up. atsumu jumps them and tries to kiss both of them at the same time and fails horribly. aran tells him that's obviously not how it works and kita laughs at their antics. and atsuaran just melt at how sweet he sounds and try to kiss him at the same time. and fail horribly.

one day, they'll figure that out, but it's not this day

I'll do more of these but if you want a specific one feel free to send an ask. any ship goes as long as it features at least three people at least one of which must be a miya twin

#miya atsumu #atsuarankita #ojiro aran #kita shinsuke #haikyuu

[homosubtext]

okay I’ve been meaning to ask you this for DAYS but now I’m here bother you AND ask this

since you seem like a fellow swiftie, are there any songs off Midnights that make you think of Sakusa, Atsumu, and/or SakuAtsu? Also what are some songs of hers in general you associate with them?

anywho I adore you, sprinkling love and kisses on your forehead 💖

my 13 years as a taylor swift fan has been prepping me for this. let’s GO

midnights

labryinth - (so far this is all i have to offer from this album cause listening to new music is overwhelming so i can only handle a few new songs at a time) this song reminds me of sakusa. the pain of realizing that you have feelings for someone and that they’re Big Feelings is so hard and i think sakusa is definitely one to be like “fuck bro not again this sucks” when he likes someone. especially since it was fucking atsumu that he fell in love with, poor omi can’t catch a break. the resignation from the beginning of the song with the line “i’ll be getting over you my whole life”. it’s as if he immediately writes it off as something that would be impossible. something that’s not for him. he doesn’t think he gets to have that, and definitely not with atsumu. so immediately he’s just like ‘okay so i guess i’ll spend the rest of my life trying to get over this loser’ without even thinking of what could be if he gave it a chance. the line “you know how much i hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back” also just feels so sakusa to me. when things bother him, people brush it off and expect him to get over it quickly, never giving him time to process and recover from things. the line “you would break your back to make me break a smile” just screams sakuatsu because atsumu just wants to break through omis icy bitchy exterior to his icy bitchy interior <3

evermore

gold rush - oooooh man sakusa sakusa sakusa. “i don’t like anticipating my face in a red flush.” and “i don’t like that falling feels like flying till the bone crush” and “at dinner parties i call you out on your contrarian shit” is very much in character with him. the slight annoyance at blushing or being flustered around someone you like because oh my god how embarassing but also the fear of falling in love because it always feels so good until suddenly it doesn’t. onto the next, “cause it fades into the gray of my day old tea, cause it will never be” this line is similar to the part in labyrinth i mentioned. just the resignation here in accepting that this is a love that could never possibly happen

folklore

this is me trying - this song reminds me of sakusa a lot. I think he tries really hard and in relationships sometimes it may seem like he isn’t trying but he’s always giving his all.

mirrorball - i think this couples really well with ‘this is me trying’ but i think mirrorball is from atsumus pov. he doesn’t change himself for others but i think he thrives on attention and having focus on him. i think he struggles when it seems like sakusa doesn’t pay attention to him at first and I think it’s one of the first times in his life he considers changing who he is to try and get sakusa to like him. obviously he doesn’t change who he is and sakusa still ends up liking him anyway so it works out fine but yea

lover

daylight - this song makes me think of sakusa. the initial negative pessimistic outlook on love, life, people in general at the beginning contrasted with the end of the song where everything is bright and golden…… yea it’s giving sakuatsu <3

paper rings - i don’t have much to say about this one other than it makes me think of them and it’s fun and silly and i like that for them

afterglow - i think they have arguments bc they are both stubborn and assholes but i think they come together in the end to work things out

lover - the domesticity of this song just has a special place in my heart. the line “have i known you 20 seconds or 20 years” makes me think about how they met when they were kids at the training camps and then met again later in life when they both were on the same team, but things were different and they had grown up. “take me out and take me home” makes me think about how they would probably go out for little date nights but would ultimately go home together and spend time there too because sakusa is more of a homebody. the whole bridge of lover sounds like a speech that atsumu gives at the table when they have a dinner party with all their friends or something. like he just stands up and says all of that like it’s a wedding toast cause he’s over dramatic and loves kiyoomi so so much. the line “and at every table i’ll save you a seat” makes me think about how kiyoomi doesn’t like to be near other people so atsumu will save a seat next to him because he’s comfortable around him. also the “you’ll save all your dirtiest jokes for me” reminds me of them bc they’re both foul and rotten and i think it fits them

i think he knows - GOD this song is SO atsumu are you fucking kidding me. the DRAMA of the song and overreacting is so him. “wanna see what’s under that attitude” that is so so so atsumu @ kiyoomi are u fucking kidding me like he’s such a little shit about it too

reputation

gorgeous - the line “you should take it as a compliment that i got drunk and made fun of the way you talk” sakusa definitely got wasted and bullied atsumu for his accent. “you should think about the consequence of your magnetic field being a little too strong” sakusa definitely blames atsumu for making him fall in love LMAO. the line “there’s nothing i hate more than what i can’t have” yea of course sakusa kiyoomi, a youngest sibling, would say some shit like that smh.

1989

you are in love - the way this song frames loves makes me think of them. the unspoken “i love you”s that can be felt even if it is left unsaid reminds me of their dynamic. the line “one night he wakes, strange look on his face, pauses, then says ‘you’re my best friend’” !!!!! this line is so important to me !!! growing up, atsumus best friend was always osamu cause obviously ya know but there comes a point where atsumu is like ‘holy shit i think you’re one of my best friends’ to sakusa and i just think it’s a weird realization for both of them because they both know how telling and meaningful that is.

debut

teardrops on my guitar - i just think atsumu is dramatic and he would listen to this song and think about sakusa while he’s pining LMAO

whew that was probably WAY more than you bargained for but i have So Many thoughts about them !!! i will never shut up !! but thank you for asking and i hope you enjoy reading my analyses <3

#i think i got most of them but i may have forgotten some oopsies #i wish there were more of her older songs that reminded me of them bc speak now and red are like…. my favorite albums but none of them #really scream sakuatsu to me ya know??? #it’s also so funny that u ask bc i was literally writing essays in isa’s DMs earlier today about sakuatsu and labryinth 💀 #anyway. thank u again for asking me this i have literally been thinking about this all day and working on it for hours #should i drop my sakuatsu spotify playlist 🤭 should i do it 🤭 #reymbles #here’s the mail it never fails 💌 #evie !! #evelyncwrites

[eurydicees]

skts fake dating for the wip asks !!

wip ask game here for anyone else interested!

oooh ok my 15 minutes of writing this was so much fun i want to keep writing lmfao. details for the fic under the cut bc this got too extensive, as always :/

essentially, this is a canon compliant fake dating trope fic where kiyoomi brings atsumu to a family valentine's day party with the thought that atsumu is the best boyfriend to piss off his parents and get them off his back about dating. unfortunately for him, they absolutely adore atsumu and now kiyoomi is stuck because they'll be incredibly upset if he and atsumu break up. and also he's very much in love with atsumu, who is "not in love with him," and what was a simple "fake date to piss off the parents" situation is now A Whole Goddamn Thing. rip kiyoomi.

here's a snippet of what i just wrote!

His parents have never really been the accepting type, but here they are, emailing him at 1:53pm on a Saturday afternoon, with a link to an evite telling him that they are hosting a Valentine’s Day party and he is expected to attend. Not only is he expected to attend, he is expected to bring a plus one with him. 

His first thought is: fuck no. He will not be attending. The party will be awful, and he’ll hate both his family and himself by the end of it. It’s not worth going; he’s been working on repairing his relationship with his siblings recently, and he just knows that he’ll lose all respect for them if he goes to this party. 

His second thought comes when he receives a second email from his parents, in addition to the evite. This one, however, is less of an invitation and more of a command. It, in no uncertain terms, tells him that he will be attending this party and he will be bringing his boyfriend or else. Kiyoomi isn’t quite sure what the or else entails, but he doesn’t particularly want to find out.

He leans back in his desk chair and presses the heels of his palms against his eyes before dragging his hands over his face. Then he screams into his hands and just hopes that it wasn’t loud enough to travel through the walls and bother the neighbors. Though, the neighbors are Atsumu on one side and Bokuto on the other side, so he doesn’t care all that much. 

#ask #sakuatsu

[kageyuji]

realizing he loves you

⤷ iwaizumi, oikawa, kyotani, kenma, atsumu ; [gn!reader]

WARNINGS/GENRE: fluff, mild swearing, food mention (iwa)

NOTES: aha reblogs are so cute :lipbite: please and thank you ;-;

━━ iwaizumi;

he doesn’t realize he’s falling in love until someone points it out to him — which surprisingly doesn’t take long. iwaizumi, who generally didn’t take time to learn random facts about people, knowing every little detail about you? strange.

“do you think y/n would appreciate it if I got these?” iwaizumi asked, squatting down to pick up a bag of your favorite candies. “they usually like these, but not really this brand.”

oikawa raised an eyebrow at his friend. he knew the two of you were dating, but he hadn’t realized iwaizumi had noted something like that. a smile worked at the corner of oikawa’s lips.

at the lack of his friend’s answer, iwaizumi turned to look at him. “why are you smiling? if you’d like me to buy you somethin’ too, go pick somethin’ out, damn.”

“hey, iwaizumi,” oikawa smiled again. “what is y/n’s favorite flower?”

“well, I got them- wait, why do you care?”

“you love them, don’t you?”

“n- uhm,” iwaizumi cleared his throat, setting the candies next to the register. “just let me buy my damn candy in peace.”

━━ oikawa;

oikawa thinks he’s been in love before. and he has, sure, but it’s never been like this. it’s almost painful; he just wants to tell you all the time, to climb to the highest point and yell it to every person in the world.

he was staring. he knew that, but he didn’t really care.

feeling eyes on you, you turned and flashed him a smile, asking him what was wrong. but he shook his head and smiled back. and he really was fine for the most part. just a little distracted.

“really?” you pressed. “something is on your mind, just tell me.”

oikawa shook his head once more. “can’t tell you yet. it’s top secret, shh.”

you narrowed your eyes at him playfully, but turned back around in your seat at the order of your teacher. his eyes never really left you though. it wasn’t in a creepy way — at least he hoped it wasn’t. he just likes to admire you.

he liked to imprint you into his mind, keeping you there long enough that he could imagine how you’d react when he finally felt bold enough to tell you the truth.

because he does love you, but he doesn’t know how to tell you that.

━━ kyotani;

he knows that he loves you when he starts to value your opinion. he wouldn’t give anyone else the time of day, so why does he always find himself thinking that your every word is like gospel?

“you love them.” oikawa stated simply, staring at him from across the table.

normally kyotani wouldn’t participate in the team’s adventures to restaurants after games, but you had plans, and he had nothing better to do.

“no, I don’t.” kyotani stated, glaring at oikawa.

oikawa’s lips curled up into a smile. he knew that he was right, that kyotani was wrong. but he also knew that he would never be able to talk sense into the other guy. not alone, anyway.

“really?” hanamaki asked, quirking a brow. “so you didn’t light up whenever you saw y/n at the game today? and you definitely didn’t start blushing when they complimented you after?”

kyotani blinked a few times, staring at the other people at the table. then he rolled his eyes, looking down at his plate, though he was just pushing his food around the plate.

“...shut up.” was all that he responded with, but he was starting to consider what they’d said.

━━ kenma;

the idea that he loves you starts small. and then the spark turns into a flame, though kenma still refuses to believe there’s a fire at all until it’s burning him.

kenma knew that this was in no way normal... but he couldn’t help it. he didn’t have a full-blown love for you, but he couldn’t help but think about you so often.

what started off a simple adoration had somehow turned into him thinking about you every second of every day. as if that wasn’t enough, everything reminded him of you.

video games had once been his escape from the rest of the world; a nice way to block out all of his problems. of course, he could never see you as a problem, but he hated this feeling. he wishes he could put a name on it.

however, that was short lived. even games that required his full focus and attention, there were things that reminded him of you.

it was frustrating, to say the least.

“kenma,” kuroo said, smiling at his friend. “I know you don’t wanna think about it, and you won’t admit it to yourself, but you love them. it’s kinda obvious.”

oh.

━━ atsumu;

he likes to think he can deny his feelings until the day that he’s six feet under, but he can’t. eventually he finds himself unable to shake the thought of you, and he thinks that is what is slowly going to kill him

the red lights of his alarm clock seemed to be mocking him. he knew that it was almost one in the morning, but it’s not like he could help it.

thoughts of you had been running rampant in his head all day. it was making him sick, he’s sure of it.

rather, the fact that he could never get sick of you is making him sick. and he hates that — because of all the people in the world, he was stuck on you, the person he didn’t know how to tell.

it was close to three in the morning whenever he finally decided enough was enough. he hoped you were asleep by now and that he could play this off in the morning whenever he was thinking more rationally.

after reaching for his phone, he took a deep breath, and opened his messages.

“hey do you think i can ask you smth? unless ur asleep i mean”

“no i’m still up !! what did u wanna ask?”

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[mavrintarou]

[2:02 P M] Rintarou's story

Anonymous asked:

I feel like Suna would get jealous and protective over y/n and hate the way the twins treat her and would be like “yea you’re coming with me and we’re living happily ever after” and y/n would be like “cool im down because I loved you in high school too and that dick waaaay too bomb”

You asked and I tried to deliver. I left the rest to your imagination... now I'm dying to know the twins individual story!

Warning: S M U T; (my brain is fried to go into too much details and I apologize); 18+Note: nothing edited, I just needed to get this out.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 (read it after all the side character story)- Atsumu's story - Osamu's story

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“Just lay there,” he coos, “I’ll take care of you.”

You exhale softly, slowly dropping yourself back on his bed. Your legs are spread wide with him kneeling in between.

He teases the tip of his cock at your folds, pressing just enough before letting go, and his cock bounces back against his abdomen.

“Rin,” you hear yourself whine.

“Okay, okay…” he smirked before pushing the tip of his cock inside you.

Before Rintarou became your third sex partner, you spent most Mondays and Tuesdays with Osamu and then most Thursdays to Fridays with Atsumu.

That was the routine; you always had to keep it fair.

Until they invited Rintarou.

It had been a few weeks since that night, and now, you weren’t sure if the twins knew you were seeing Rintarou on Wednesdays and some weekends.

It all started when you had to go away to Tokyo for a work project for two weeks.

Two weeks without the twins, you looked forward to just having some time alone.

You had yet to learn that Rintarou would be in Tokyo as well. His volleyball training took place in Tokyo.

You were out celebrating when suddenly, a chair was pulled beside you. Startled, you turned to see who it was, and your eyes widened in surprise when you realized it was Rintarou. Your whole team shared the same shocked expression as you.

Rintarou greeted you with a friendly smile and a wink, sitting next to you. The introduction followed as he introduced himself in a charismatic manner that instantly captivated everyone present.

“Y/n! You never told us you knew professional volleyball players!”

Your smile doesn’t meet your eye… because Rintarou’s hand is inching up your skirt.

An hour later, as your team split off and you found yourself outside the restaurant, you glanced at Rintarou, still lingering nearby. Confusion filled your expression as you couldn’t help but wonder why he hadn’t left yet.

“What are you waiting for?” you asked, a slight frown forming. “Aren’t you going to go too?”

Rintarou turned towards you, a hint of a mischievous smile on his lips. “I’m waiting for you,” he replied, his voice carrying a teasing undertone.

Your frown deepened as you sought an explanation. “Why?” you inquired, genuinely puzzled by his persistence in staying behind.

Stepping closer, Rintarou’s hands gently reached out, his fingers carefully tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. A soft, nostalgic smile graced his lips as he spoke, “what are the odds,” he began, voice filled with wonder, “that we would cross paths here, miles away from our usual surroundings.”

Twenty minutes later, you were tugged into his hotel with his mouth hungrily over yours.

“You’re wearing too many clothes…” he mumbles. You stopped him before he could tear any piece of your work clothes. “I’ll buy you a new one, just get it off.” He growled, trying to help you remove your clothes faster.

You hurried, just as eager as he was to shred your clothes.

Before you can unclip your bra, you’re pushed on the couch with his mouth on yours again.

“Leave it,” he mumbles, fingers tracing from your chest to your hip. He then traces your lace garter belt, “I wanted to rip your fucken stockings off at the restaurant.”

You had only started to wear stockings after Atsumu would leave marks on your thighs and sometimes anywhere lower than your knee. He was a notorious bitter.

Rintarou settles between your legs, and your heart races when he touches a very new mark Atsumu left a few days ago that still looked fresh and vibrant.

It’s his silence that makes you nervous.

“How long have you been sleeping with them?”

You learned to embrace the truth that you enjoy sex and having multiple partners.

But his question made you feel shameful.

“A few months now… since their birthday.”

He hummed and stood up to yank off his shirt. He unbuckles his trousers enough to pull his hard long cock out. He gives it a few strokes, breath shaky as he gazes down at you. He grabs one of your legs, hooks it over his shoulder, and presses the other outward. He hooks your panties aside with a finger, and you gasp, feeling his entire length impale you hastily.

He rocks his hips effortlessly, creating a rhythm.

Like the first time, his cock presses against your cervix with each thrust.

“Should we…” he reaches for something, his phone. “Send a goodnight video to the brothers?”

You shake your head, unable to find your voice.

“Why? They send me videos of them fucking you all the time?”

At this point, you aren’t even shocked. Osamu and Atsumu enjoy poking each other when they have you all to themselves. Now, they have Rintarou to include.

His phone hovers over you, precisely where his cock is drilling into you. “Look whom I ran into today?” he speaks, recording his voice.

You always turn your face away and avoid looking into the camera.

“She feels pretty tight tonight….” He chuckles, “cutting it short, boys, she’s mine tonight.”

His phone is tossed on the coffee table, and his hand grips your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “You’re mine.”

You grab the back of his head, pulling him down to kiss you.

His mouth gently moves against yours, tongue dancing with yours.

Your eyes shoot open, nearly biting his lips as he lifts you quickly.

“Rin!” Your arms lock around his neck as he walks with you, bouncing on his cock with each step.

He carries you to the bed but doesn’t put you down.

It was your turn to gaze down at him.

And he looks at you with an expression you haven’t seen before.

His arms are hooked under your knees, keeping you open at his mercy.

You slowly rock your hips, and his hands support your weight as you bounce on his cock.

Rin buries his face against your neck, nipping and sucking.

“Don’t mark me…” you utter.

“Why not?” When you don’t reply fast enough, he nips your shoulder blade. “You let them mark you, but not me?”

You pull back to look at him, “they know they can’t mark me where I can’t hide it easily.”

His face scrunches in annoyance, and you kiss it away.

Your hips rock harder and deeper, craving to be filled.

“Rin…”

“I know… me too.” He chokes, breath rugged from supporting your weight.

His nails dig into your flesh and pound into your pussy fast and deep.

Your arms tighten around his shoulder and neck, your pussy bruised and battered.

“Rin!”

Your pussy flutters around his cock, and you feel the spurts filling your womb.

You had no strength left, barely holding on to him.

He shifts his grip, slowly still lifting you easily and rocking into your sensitive pussy.

At last, he lays you down on the bed, still inside you. You stared silently at one another, trying to catch your breath and calm your heart.

Rintarou gently rocks his hips and pleads, “you should stay the night…”

. .

He never sent a video that night. You had anticipated your phone blowing up from the brothers.

“I just want you all to myself; they don’t need to know.” Was his response.

For the fifth day in a row, you stayed with him, laying lazily in bed, tangled together while cuddling or sleeping. You two would meet after work and his training, get dinner, and return to his hotel since it was closer.

You were engrossed in the movie that you didn’t hear him call your name.

A hand gently grips your jaw, forcing you to turn your head to lock your eyes with his. “Did you hear me?”

Your gaze shifted and remained fixed on the screen, barely acknowledging his words. “Rin, this is the part – “

“I asked,” he interrupted, his tone cutting through your thoughts. “What if you stopped seeing the twins?”

You blinked, caught off guard by his question. “What?”

“I’m asking if you would stop seeing the twins.” He repeated, his voice filled with earnestness, “for me.”

. . .

>>>@callmeraider @amarinthe @chaotic-fangirl-blog

E/n: Oh Lord Mary and Joseph, what would you do?

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[elysianslove]

oh boy idk if you’ve ever talked about this before (i’m new to the blog, and you’re so very talented!!! you make my dumb horny heart just 🦋🦋) BUT what are your thoughts on which of the haikyuu boys are best/worst at being edged? like who’s begging and crying after 20 minutes and who’s able to hold out for hoouurrs before getting just a touch whiny. i. need to know. for science 🤲🏼

thank you so much!!! welcome to the blog my love 🥺 but omg. thoughts. so many. 

HAIKYUU BOYS THAT CAN HANDLE EDGING 

matsukawa issei; he’s purely holding out this long out of spite. as if he has something to prove, which he very much does. he’s barely bucking up into you, trying his best to hold his pants and his hisses from how borderline painful this is, but you can see how tense he is. his abs keep spasming, his biceps flexing as he fists the sheets. he keeps his legs spread for you though, lets you suck at his cock, fondle his balls, stroke at the base and squeeze at the tip with your much smaller hand. he lasts a good an hour and 10 minutes. honestly, genuinely impressive. he won’t let you get off easy though, good luck with that. 

oikawa tōru; originally, i’d think he’d be so bad at this, but honestly, oikawa’s orgasm control is so impressive? even when he’s fucking you, he’s lowkey edging himself because he always holds off until you cum. so letting you edge him isn’t too much of a problem. he definitely cries and begs like a bitch, but he lasts, oh he lasts. approximately 35 ish minutes. definitely cums without warning and without permission, and you can’t decide whether he did it on purpose to piss you off or because he genuinely couldn’t continue. it’s okay, just overstimulate him till he’s crying all over again. tōru’s a very pretty crier, after all <3

kita shinsuke; oh my god, the best boy. he’d last days if you asked him to. he’ll be quietly, as quietly as he can, panting and whining and groaning, silent tears streaming down his face every time you pull away from his cock. every time he bucks his hips up, it’s followed by a trail of “sorry, sorry, m’sorry,” that it’s just so adorable. has you cooing at him, soothingly rubbing at his thigh and murmuring that it’s okay, that he’s doing so good. he lasts around 45 minutes, but when he cums, he promises to do better next time, to last longer. anything for you <3 

sugawara kōshi; this fucking masochist. he likes it. he likes the pain. probably was the one to suggest it to you. he sits between your spread legs, back pressed to your chest with your hand stroking his dick from behind. you stroke at him until he’s so close and pull away, watching as his cock bobs desperately, and he moans for it. he’s so vocal about it, begging and pleading, but when you go to ask him if he wants to cum yet, he tells you, “no, no, i can— more, more.” he lasts 2 whole hours. it’s like, kind of scary. he does pass out after and actually scare, but he gets up a minute later with a cheeky smile like, “again?”

miya atsumu; like oikawa, he will cry and sob so fucking much, and he’ll make such a mess, but god, does he last. atsumu thrives off of praise, and having you tell him how good he’s doing for you, such a good boy, atsumu, all for me? has him drooling for it. both him, and his cock. he’ll get a little dumb halfway, almost just letting you use him, but he does whine a lot, crying and pleading for you to let him cum, but it’s all bark and no bite. it barely has anything to it. i firmly believe he’d be one of top, lasting around an hour and 30 minutes, just because atsumu gets so lost in everything, including giving up control. 

kuroo tetsurō; another one to last mainly out of spite. he wants to prove to you it’s not much, it’s not that bad, it’s easy work. you quickly make him eat his words by the third time you pull away, and it just dawns on him that he’s the one that put himself in this position in the first place. it’s no one’s fault but his own, and because he doesn’t wanna seem like a coward, backing out so quick, he lasts at least 30 minutes, and gets through it without begging, only spitting out curses and panting and groaning deeply. 

akaashi keiji; sweet boy keiji definitely lasts, all for you. he’s not too vocal either, just light curses to himself, muffled moans, broken, bitten down sobs. he genuinely does love to let you have your fun with him, because submitting to you is just so satisfying. and i can see akaashi loving edging so much because of how good the orgasm that eventually comes is. like the moment you give him permission to, he’s seeing stars, and it’s why he lasts as long as he does, why he tries to push for longer. he lasts a good 45 minutes, and he’s been trying to beat that record for a while now. don’t worry, he will. 

sakusa kiyoomi; is so fucked out, so far gone, to the point that you don’t even think he’s in control of his own body anymore. even if you told him to cum, he wouldn’t. he’s so deep in this headspace of being under your control it’s incredible. it’s mesmerizing. he looks so pretty, cock so red and wet and hard as ever, painfully so, against his pale skin, twitching and bobbing and begging for attention. he lasts 40 minutes. it’s the most gorgeous 40 minutes of both your lives. 

asahi azumane; so good! such a good boy!!! doesn’t last so long, but definitely tries his best for you. it’s some 20 or so minutes in that he cums, but he immediately starts chanting out apologies, begging for you to forgive him, to give him another chance. he continues to try until he can last so long, but it’s the fact that he’s willing to that has your heart soaring and your body heating up. 

HAIKYUU BOYS THAT CANNOT, WHATSOEVER, HANDLE EDGING

bokuto kōtarō; baby boy is crying 10 minutes in. he can’t handle it. if you tie him up, he’ll rip through them, flip you over, and fuck into you till he’s filling you up. he won’t even try. he watched a porn video where a person lasted an hour and thought, oh must be worth it, and asked you to try it on him. just. it’s just not for him. he prefers the pain of overstimulation over edging, forever. 

iwaizumi hajime; please he lasts like 2 minutes. he just hates it so much. on him, at least. he can edge you for hours, and he’d the most satisfied man on earth. but sit between his legs and tease him by sucking at his cock, only to pull away just as he’s about to cum? somebody clearly has a death wish <3 but do bring it up and ask to try it! he still won’t last lol. but make him last. watch him cry. make iwaizumi hajime cry. make him. it’s beautiful. 

kageyama tobio; mannnn kageyama can cum untouched, hands free, if you really tried. grind down against him for a minute and he’s cumming in his pants for you. he has no concept of orgasm control whatsoever, and if you tried it on him he’d just get angry at you??? like fine no sex for u tf. he lasts a good 5 minutes, so good for him or whatever. 

kozume kenma; he wants to last. he wants to. but you have him crying, sobbing, 20 minutes in, and he just unintentionally spills down your throat without warning. of course, you’d felt the twitch of his cock, but you’d wanted to see where his head was at exactly. after he came, he felt so humiliated, but he still forced eye contact with you and went, “do it again. i’ll last an hour this time.” like ok no problem for me :) 

ushijima wakatoshi; doesn’t realize he’s being edged, and when you pull away just as he’s about to cum he sits up and stares at you with a deadpan face like, “that was not very nice of you.” he just. finds it boring honestly. he doesn’t want to drag something out like that for so long. he indulges you, sure, but for like 3 minutes, before he’s like alright time to fuck you. 

hinata shōyō; hinata’s just way too overexcited. he really does put his mind to it, but i think he gets too in his head about it that he just ends up cumming right away. but it’s a ruined orgasm, cause you pull away just as he’s cumming, so it’s so not satisfying, but for some reason, hinata loved it? so yeah, lasts 0 seconds, but discovers new kink! 

HAIKYUU BOYS THAT CAN, BUT JUST DON’T WANT TO

suna rintarō; oh he most definitely can. you cannot convince me he wouldn’t be able to. as much as suna is lazy, he’s just as impatient, and he can barely handle how foreplay seems to drag on forever. he wants to be inside you, and he wants to be inside you now. it’s ridiculous. if he could though, he’d last a good hour probably. he just really doesn’t want to. 

daichi sawamura; could 100% do it if he really put his mind to it, but just. why? what’s the point of not orgasming? he just doesn’t get it </3 you can try to convince him by making him do it on you, but chances are he’s gonna realize how much he loves to do it to you only. daichi’s so possessive it’s crazy, and he gets this mischievous glint in his eye whenever he realizes how good something makes you feel, especially if it’s pain. he is a dangerous man. 

miya osamu; most definitely would be able to last hours, but again, he just doesn’t want to. it’s also not one of those situations where he prefers overstimulation either. like osamu’s plenty kinky, sure, but those two aren’t what cross his mind when you say, “let’s change things up a bit.” it’s not that he gets bored of it either. he just. doesn’t wanna do it. like he can spend time making you feel good, and vice versa, with way more different things. and he seems like a very in the moment guy, like choking you in the moment or making you squirt. yk :) 

satori tendō; oh tendō loves edging, just on you. he never really gives you a chance to ever try to with him, honestly. he just loves, loves, loves to edge you, but not because he wants to purposefully hurt you, but rather to praise you, to tell you how good you are for him, to make you feel so good when he finally lets you cum. if you were to edge him, he’d honestly probably last over two hours. like not even exaggerating, he probably would. but no, you’re more fun! 

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[veenxys]

「How Haikyuu boys would comfort you」

⤷ Bokuto

he always seems to know exactly what to say to make you feel better and offers immense comfort with his words; he will also try to gently lift your mood with some jokes and if you are upset about someone he will probably try to sort it out for you because he hates to see you upset about something. he also gives very good and reassuring advices and tries to calm your doubts and remind you that you are a strong person. and that all this will pass. he's also the type to text you or call you regularly over the next few days to see how you're feeling.

⤷ Kuroo

kuroo is very sympathetic and understanding; he comforts you by letting you rage, complain or cry - he's not the type to tell you to calm down, because he wants you to know that your feelings are valid and it's important that you let it all out. he's the type who hugs you tight and strokes your hair, then he looks you in the eye and says you'll get over it, and that no matter what, he'll be on your side; but even if you don't believe him or try to push him away, he will give you the space and time you need, but always demonstrating in small ways that he is with you, and that none of that will change.

⤷ Atsumu

he comforts trying to lighten your mood; he would make a few random jokes just to try to make you laugh, but he never downplayed the situation, always showing that he really cares. he thinks a change of location might help a bit, so he suggests going out and doing something fun - depending on the severity of the situation, he might take you to a nice new cafe in town or somewhere quieter where the two of you can relax together. he's more likely to spoil you with little gifts that would make him smile.

⤷ Osamu

osamu's first instinct would be to reassure you and make sure that your feelings are one hundred percent valid and that it's okay to feel that way. however, it would also give you space and allow you to process your feelings and thoughts alone and it will quietly and unobtrusively provide comfort by taking you to do some relaxing activities that might ease your mind a bit; like walks through the park or have your favorite coffee. he won't raise the issue unless you do it first because he trusts that when you're ready to talk you will.

⤷ Kenma

kenma would give you practical advice to help you get out of the situation or feel better. if he's not sure about it himself, he'll look it up online for you or even ask who he trusts with information. even when he's listening to you he does it with a purpose and when you're calmer he tries to find ways to keep it from happening again. it might be a bit of “tough love”, but ultimately it would help you relax and unwind for now and assure you that you would work this out together.

⤷ Nishinoya

he would try to distract you with chatter, light-hearted jokes, and would have a hard time leaving you alone unless he can tell that you really want him to or you tell him directly. he would hear you out and let you rant to him, but he would trust you to figure stuff out by yourself and would support you in whatever way he can. he would remind you of all the good things but rather than forcing you to listen to him, he would gently show you through small actions by bringing you your favorite comfort food or even taking you to your favorite spot in the city.

⤷ Oikawa

he comforts by sticking by your side as much as possible - both literally and figuratively. if you want to get out of the house, he’ll go with you and if you want to let off some steam by ranting, he will listen. when you’re upset, the last thing he wants is to leave you by yourself, unless that’s what you really want and need. he would also get a bit protective and would get angry at whoever made you upset although he would try not to show it for your sake. he would also share some of his own experiences with the topic so that you don’t feel alone.

⤷ Suna

he offers comfort by letting you know that you can depend on him for anything. he’s an incredible listener and he usually gives very sound advice. however, if what you’re going through isn’t exactly a logical matter, then he’s more than happy to listen. he knows that when a person is emotionally hurt, some practical matters can get overlooked, like cleaning the house, and he takes care of those for you and eases the burden at least a little bit.

⤷ Sakusa

when you’re upset, he gets very concerned but tries not to show it. his approach when comforting you is to be patient and understanding. he doesn’t rush you into feeling better and allows you to take as much time as you need. you can tell him and rant about the same story repeatedly and he would patiently listen to it each time, never showing annoyance or disinterest. he also gives physical comfort so he hugs and cuddles you more. amazing at giving advice too although he does so only if you ask.

⤷ Hinata

when you are upset, he is very worried; he would try to be as patient and understanding as possible because your emotions are very important to him and he wants you to always know that. so it doesn't rush you to feel better and allows you to take as much time as you need. you could tell him and rant about the same story over and over and he would listen patiently each time, never showing annoyance or disinterest. it also gives you physical comfort; hugging you, massaging your body to help you relax. and he's also amazing at giving advice, although he'll only do it if you ask.

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[toru-oikawas-milkbread]

A Month | Week 1

Pairing: Atsumu Miya x f!reader

Prompt/summary: Fight after fight, you were losing patience with the man that you had loved for such a long time now, but one morning you finally hit your breaking point. You were tired. Tired of fighting and arguing, tired of trying to see a positive in the disagreements and tired of feeling uncared for— most important, unloved. Despite how many times your simple arguments had gone uncommented on with a simple apology from Atsumu and you forgiving him, things were different this time. This time, you wanted an out. An out that Atsumu wasn’t so quick to give you. The second he saw the divorce papers, he knew that he had to do something, doing so much as giving himself a deadline: one month was all he had to win you back over into his arms, but could he manage it?

Word count: 7.5K

Warnings/contents: Mild language, angsty themes, fluffy themes

Notes: This story was requested by @icelyn20​, so I take no credit for the overall idea of the story. I hope that this is everything that you were hoping it would be hon, and I’ll keep working on the others to keep getting them out as consistently as I can! 💛 

I imagine that because the first chapter has to set everything up, this is going to be the longest chapter in the series, however who knows. I never thought Hustler pt. 2 would be 9.8K words and yet here we are, so I won’t make any promises that another chapter won’t be longer. I’ll do my best to keep them 5K and above though!

Part 1 {current chapter} | Part 2 {Week 2} | Part 3 {Week 3} | Part 4 {Week 4} | Pt.5 {Week 5} 

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<>~<10:15 AM>~<>

“You’re such an ass Atsumu!” You yelled, a vain nearly popping out of your forehead as you yelled at the man you’d been married to for no less than 5 years now. He gave a scoff as if he couldn’t believe what you were saying, as if what you were saying wasn’t true and he was falsely accused of a crime that he couldn’t commit.

“I wouldn’t have to be an ass about it if you weren’t such an uptight bitch!” He yelled back in a self-assured way, as if he was completely justified in the situation.

“Are you fucking kidding me— how does this warrant you being an asshole? It’s a goddamn fight, not court!”

“Well maybe we should take it to court!” He said mindlessly. You looked as if you were going to say something, eyebrows furrowed inwards in anger before you closed your mouth and noticeably ran your tongue along the front of your top teeth.

“I fucking hate you sometimes.” You mumbled, turning away from the man and walking towards the bedroom.

“Ya know, yer not the easiest fucking person to live with either!” He called as you walked away, though all you did was ignore the man with a raised middle finger before you shut the door— hard. He stood there for a moment, crossing his arms and tapping his foot against the ground. “I should probably go apologize for callin’ her an uptight bitch. That was out of hand.” He mumbled to himself, though as he turned his head to check the clock, he realized that he was already late to practice. So with a huff, he grabbed his bag that he’d previously put on the ground by the door before the whole morning conversation blew up and left the apartment.

You heard the door shut, sitting on the edge of the bed and staring out the window. A bit disappointed when you heard him leave, but you couldn’t help thinking that was what you were expecting to happen. Atsumu wasn’t considerate when he was angry and he certainly didn’t know how to bite his tongue. At this point, you couldn’t even remember why the fight had escalated so much, but you did know one thing.

You were done.

It had been months since your last peaceful day with Atsumu. Things hadn’t changed right after you’d gotten married to the man, but they were now. It wasn’t a typical rough patch that you had when you were teenagers. Of course you fought— the two of you butted heads more often than not, but that didn’t mean you didn’t still love the man. You never thought that it was time to leave before. You could always think of a way to salvage the relationship, but this time you couldn’t. And it wasn’t what he said when the two of you fought that bothered you so much as how he acted. He was a petty man, ignoring you for hours on end.

Lately it seemed that Atsumu had just as many bad moments as he did good, though the good moments were always better than the bad, and yet he seemed to have gotten worse in his bad moments. Quieter, pettier, angrier. You didn’t want to put up with it anymore, and since you couldn’t immediately see a way to fix the solution, something Atsumu said came back to mind quickly.

“Well maybe we should take it to court!”

Divorcing Atsumu had never come to mind before, and now it was all you could think of. Recently, your friend had gotten divorced and she was having the time of her life alone and single again. You couldn’t help but wonder if maybe that was an option for you as well— maybe the only one left. If he really thought that you were such an uptight bitch, then he wouldn’t even want to be with you either, right?

Atsumu sat in his car, staring at the gym with a dull look on his face. All of the other cars were there, parked and the door was open so he could see people playing. He wondered if they knew he was here, and yet he didn’t care too much. He couldn’t stop thinking back to this morning— not even early really , it was less than 30 minutes ago.

He wasn’t proud. He felt bad. He had been having a hard few weeks and he was distant, he was taking it out on you even though he knew it was wrong. At this point, he had no idea how to make it up to you. There was something different this morning— you were more distant to the fight. Normally you would have started to cry out of frustration while you yelled back at him, yet this morning there was nothing. Merely an angry tone with no emotion behind your eyes that he could see.

Atsumu didn’t know what to do, but he was certain that a mere apology wasn’t enough, not this time.

The man blinked and looked to the side when there was a knock on his car window. Hinata stood there, a little smile on his face even as Atsumu didn’t smile back. The man rolled the window down as Hinata started to speak.

“—ey, Atsumu,” he said, only partially cut off. “We were wondering where you were or when you were gonna get here. You’re never late. Aren’t you usually the first one here along with Sakusa-San?”

“Just runnin’ late.” He said dully.

“Well come inside, we’re ready to get back to our main setter.” The man said without a care in the world, stepping back from the car so that Atsumu would open the door and get out, but when he didn’t, Hinata leaned back down and placed a hand on his window. “Are you okay this morning, Atsumu-San?”

“Just tired,” he brushed it off, giving his eyes a rub. He wasn’t so much as lying, he was tired. Emotionally tired. He was tired of not knowing why he was so pissy lately and now he was upset that he had upset you. It was a stupid, petty fight, he’d give himself that.

“Alright well… when you get yourself back up, we’ll be inside.” Hinata said slowly. He didn’t trust the man and Atsumu knew it, but he started to walk into the gym anyways, only sparing one final glance back at Atsumu’s car while the man rolled the window up and sighed.

“No use worrying about it right this second, right?” Atsumu asked himself. With another soft sigh, the man took the keys out of the ignition and got out of the car. “What are we gonna do, get divorced?”

<>~<9:45 PM>~<>

Maybe it was the consequence of being late this morning, but practice tonight ran longer than it normally did for MSBY, leaving Atsumu nothing short of exhausted— now physically and emotionally. He almost struggled putting the key into the door, not knowing that you were on the other side anxiously looking towards the door. He pushed it open, setting his bag and keys down and looking over at you.

“Oh, I didn’t think ya’d be awake.” He said with a yawn. You were quiet as the man turned his back to you and locked the door, sliding his shoes off before walking slowly to the kitchen. “Why are ya still awake?” You seemed to have a clenched jaw that made the man stop in his tracks. “What’s this?” He asked with a little frown. There were papers on the kitchen table, a pen on top and your name signed right beneath it.

“I want to get divorced.” Was all you said. Atsumu stopped, his jaw falling slack as he looked at you with wide eyes and then back to the papers.

“What…?” He asked beneath his breath, almost in disbelief as you refused to look at the man. “(y/n)—” He started, but you cut him off.

“It’s too late, Atsumu. The papers already signed, just save yourself the breath and sign your name, too. It’s simple. Sign it, we go our own ways, and you don’t have to be so miserable anymore.”

“You don’t make me miserable.” He said quietly, but you only ignored him and pushed the pen closer to him with your fingers.

“Just sign the paper.”

“No, I’m not gonna sign the paper—”

“Why do you always have to make everything so fucking difficult?” You asked, finally looking at the man. “Just sign the paper.” Atsumu took the pen, shoving it down into his pocket and shaking his head.

“No.” You were about to speak again before he cut you off. “We’ve had fights before, why do ya wanna give up now?”

“Because there’s no winning!” You said almost desperately. “There’s no fucking winning with you anymore, Atsumu. There’s no way to make it better anymore and I’m sick of it.” He racked through his scrambled thoughts, trying to think of what to say to make you stay, but nothing was running through his mind. An apology wasn’t enough, he already knew that, but he didn’t think that you would take it this far.

“Just… just give me a month.” He said finally— desperately. “Please, just give me a month to win ya back. If you still want to get divorced then… then I’ll sign the papers.” He promised. You were hesitant, the gears clearly turning in your head before you gave a soft sigh and rested your forehead in your hand to rub at your temples.

“Fine.” You said, thinking the month would pass quickly and he would sign the papers so you could both be on your way. You were certain this was what you wanted. After all that he’s done, how could he win you back in just a month? “But come October 1st, we’re officially done.” You said as you stood and gathered the papers in a neat stack. “I’m not giving you any more chances.” Atsumu sent you a grateful look and nodded.

“I promise— I’ll be better. I won’t lose ya this time,” he thought back to a big fight the two of you had when you first started dating that had the two of you separated though still technically dating for about a week and a half. Just like then, Atsumu was terrified of losing you now.

Without a word, you headed for the bedroom, setting the stack of papers on the little desk that were open to see with your signature on bottom. Atsumu walked over, setting the pen he’d pocketed down on top of the papers and looking at you.

“Can I start off this month by sayin’ how sorry I am?” He asked quietly. You gave a soft shrug, turning to walk towards the bed.

“I don’t know, can you?” Atsumu followed you, sitting on the edge of the bed while you went to the little closet that was beside your bed and got your pajamas out.

“I’m not excusing myself, but I’ve been pissy. I took it out on you and I know I shouldn’t. I promise that this is it.” He said, looking up as you walked out of the closet and shut the light off. “I understand that this is my last chance, and I’m not gonna screw this up.” He said seriously. “You mean everything to me, (y/n). You’re not an uptight bitch, that was out of hand. I shouldn’t have called ya that.” He said softly. “I’ll never talk like that to you again.” You hesitated for a moment before you moved closer to the bed. Atsumu straightened up, though you only pulled the covers back a bit and glanced at him.

“I can’t get into bed with you sitting there like that.” He moved, watching you get beneath the covers and shut your lamp off, the one beside Atsumu’s side of the bed still on. “Shut that off before you shower,” you said, closing your eyes as you held onto the pillow and left an arm out of the blankets. He gave a soft nod that he knew you couldn’t see and walked around to his side of the bed, flipping the light off so that the only light in the room was from the moonlight that came in through the window that you were facing.

“Goodnight,” he said, walking to the bathroom and shutting the door behind him with a soft sigh.

Wednesday, September 1st

Slowly, you opened your tired eyes, though quickly closing them right afterwards when the blinding sunlight came through the thin curtains that you had gotten months back. When you first bought them, you assumed that you’d wake every morning with your face buried into Atsumu’s chest rather than waking up facing the windows, though now that the two of you were having marriage trouble, you wanted to trade them back out for the ugly ones that were there before. At least those had been thicker.

You dreading turning to see the man beside you most likely already awakened by the sunlight and having to speak to him after the fight the other night, though as you sat up and rubbed your tired eyes, you gave the air a sniff and stopped.

There was the familiar sound of food being made. You checked the time and frowned. It was only 8 in the morning, what was Atsumu doing out of bed— a better question yet, what was he doing making food at 8 in the morning?

With a yawn, you got out of the bed, seeing his side of the blanket already pulled up the the pillows and made. An unusual occurrence, though you shrugged it off as you headed out of the bedroom in your tank-top and thick pajama pants, though you threw on a pair of fluffy socks quickly before you left the room. When you headed around the small counter corner for the kitchen, you saw Atsumu fully dressed making some eggs and pancakes. He sent you a quick smile before turning his attention back to the food.

“Good mornin’. I hope yer hungry.” You hesitated for a moment as you looked at the man before you spoke up.

“You made me breakfast…?”

“Well, us.” He said with a shrug. “Aren’t ya hungry?” You gave a hesitant nod as he smiled at you. “Perfect, take a seat and I’ll bring it to ya, it’s almost done.” You looked skeptically at the man before you went to sit down on the stools by the counter that looked into the kitchen through a small gap in the wall.

“What time did you wake up?” You asked as you watched the man flip the last pancake and set it on a stack before turning the burners off.

“About 7:30.” He said, pushing some eggs from the pan onto a plate and setting it in front of you before he put the pancakes and syrup on the counter as well. “Help yerself.” He sent you a small smile before getting his own plate, though he didn’t move to sit beside you like the other times that the two of you had breakfast— which felt like forever ago. You couldn’t even remember the last time that Atsumu had woken up to make himself breakfast let alone breakfast for the both of you.

You went to ask the man if he was going to sit beside you before you silenced, taking a pancake from the stack and setting it on your plate while Atsumu started to eat his eggs. You stole a quick look at the man as you grabbed the syrup.

“Thank you,” you said softly. He looked at you and gave a soft hum in question. “For breakfast.” You clarified. It was just a small thing, but it had shocked you. Since it had been so long, you weren’t expecting to wake up to the smell of food cooking. Atsumu smiled at you and nodded before swallowing the food in his mouth.

“Yer welcome. Enjoy.”

Tuesday, September 2nd

Work was dreadful today, leaving you exhausted after yet another restless night of sleep and waking up too early facing the bright windows. You brushed the hair back from your forehead as you walked around the staircase at the hotel that you worked at, stepping behind the check-in desk with one of your co-workers. You carefully picked up a small pile of papers and looked at all of them.

“What are these?” You asked the man who was checking someone in.

“Legal papers for the fire.” You sighed and rubbed your eyes. Less than a month ago there had been a fire in the kitchen due to a malfunction with the ovens, leaving you with a hefty price to pay on top of everything else along with lots of paperwork.

“Great,” you mumbled, sure that the rest of today was going to be poor. You grabbed a pen, knowing you were going to be standing there for another good hour reading and signing every single one of these papers, though while your co-worker was busy, the door opened to the inn and you had to stop what you were doing to greet the guest. Much to your surprise, when you looked up there was a delivery man bringing in a bouquet of flowers. Lillies, roses, pansies, a mixture that must’ve been expensive.

“Is there a Miya, (y/n) here?” The man asked, looking at you.

“Yeah, that’s me.” You said, assuming you needed to sign for another person in the building, yet he set the flowers down in front of you.

“Lucky you.” He said, getting a pen and paper out. “Someone must love you.” He offered you the small paper to sign, something you did absentmindedly as you looked at the large and beautiful bouquet of lively and open flowers. “Have a good day now,” he said, starting to head out.

“Yeah, have a good day yourself.” You said lowly, unsure of whether or not he had heard you, but being distracted by the flowers. Your co-worker finished signing in the new couple to a room and giving them the keys, though quickly turning his attention to you before they even left the counter.

“Atsumu must’ve done something pretty bad this time.” He said with a soft click of his tongue. You weren’t one for oversharing, but it was undeniable when Atsumu made you angry, let alone the times the man had come to your work nearly begging you to forgive him. The man had always thought that it was sort of romantic, however you had different thoughts and called it childish.

“Yeah, I guess. We had a fight. I wanted to get divorced and he’s trying to get me to stay.” You said softly, as if it was no big deal, though your co-worker choked on the air around him as he inhaled.

“I’m sorry, how can you say that so nonchalantly?” He asked. “You were thinking of divorcing him? That’s highly frowned upon let alone unheard of in workers in this inn, it isn’t a simple decision.” He said, but you shrugged.

“It seemed like it was.” He hesitated and raised an eyebrow at you.

“”Seemed”?”

“Well… when I was angry, I was sure it was what I wanted. Even now, it’s really hard for me to come up with a solution this time like the others. It’s only day 2 of him trying to make it up to me. I assume he’s going to give up soon.” You said, sounding saddened at the thought of losing the man and yet refusing to let yourself think about it. Your co-worker gave a sigh and handed you the inn phone.

“Call him. Let him know his advances are being recognized and maybe he won’t give up. Maybe this time he’ll actually try.” You were hesitant before you took the phone from the man. “I’ll be back, alright.” He said, heading towards the kitchen while you looked between the flowers and the phone.

You were torn. Were you still angry at Atsumu? Yes. Did you want to believe that he could change and that these two nice deeds so far were only the beginning of a changed man? More than anything, but at this point in life you refused to let your hopes get too high. After all, people were constantly letting you down and Atsumu hadn’t been excluded, he’d only been somebody you wanted to stick with despite being let down.

So with your bottom lip getting torn up between your teeth, you dialed the man’s number. You remembered it better than anything from the years of dialing his phone on the home phone after 9PM when your own was taken away for bedtime, leaving you only one option. You knew that your parents knew you called Atsumu after your phone was taken for bed, but it didn’t seem as though they cared so long as they knew you weren’t up all night on the phone.

The phone only rung a few times before the man answered, sounding absentminded.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Atsumu.” You said, making the man instantly pep up on the other end of the line.

“Oh, hey (y/n),” he said with an obvious smile on his face that you heard from the tone of his voice. “How are ya today?”

“I’m alright. I, uh…” You hesitated and looked at the pretty flowers, carefully turning the vase to see the other sides. “I got something from the mailman today.” That obvious smile was still on Atsumu’s face as he spoke.

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah. Thank you.” You said quietly. “They’re really pretty.”

“Only for a few days. Yer beauty is gonna last a lifetime.” He said, unknowingly making your cheeks flush.

“Look, I gotta sign a bunch of paperwork after the fire, so I have to go.” You said. “I just wanted to say thanks.”

“I’ll see ya at home tonight,” he said, hesitating for a moment before his smile seemed to drop. “Bye, (y/n).”

“Bye, Atsumu.”

Friday, September 3rd

A week had gone by as you came home, tired from another long day at work. You were surprised to see Atsumu’s shoes at the door, though even more to smell food being made. When you peeked your head into the kitchen, nobody was there, leaving you confused. You slowly walked back to the bedroom, seeing a small rose petal on the floor outside of the bathroom. With a frown, you pushed the half-open door open all the way and saw the man sitting on his knees by the bathtub that was letting out water so hot that it was already fogging the mirror up.

“Hey, welcome home.” He sent you a smile. “How was work?” You shook off the shock you felt and set your bag down on the small cabinet that was by the toilet.

“It was stressful. Are you taking a bath? There’s food cooking.” You went to scold the thoughtless man before he shook his head with a soft laugh.

“No, this is for you.” He said, straightening up. “While I’m finishin’ up dinner, I thought a warm bath might ease you. I know this week has been pretty shitty for ya and I thought this might help ya.” He offered, showing the mound of bubbles welling up in the hot bath with little rose petals scattered across the floor that made a small smile twitch at the corner of your lips.

“Thank you.” You said softly, trying to remember a time where Atsumu did anything more than tell you he was sorry that you’d had a long day and yet you came up with nothing. “What’s for dinner?”

“I’m makin’ something in the hotpot tonight.” He said, making your eyes seem to light up. “It’s yer favorite. Here, I’ll let ya get to the bath. It should be done soon, but take your time. I’ll keep the food warm for ya until yer done.” He promised, walking past you and shutting the bathroom door. You fiddled with your fingers for a moment before you started to strip off your clothes, going to wash your makeup off quickly before stepping into the tub.

Slowly, you sunk into the warm water and gave a sigh in relief. Thinking of washing this whole week away was enough to make you tired. You got comfortable in the bath, sliding down until the water covered your shoulders even if your knees bent up a little ways out of the water. Closing your eyes, you took a few minutes of peace, enjoying the almost dead silence of the bathroom before you noticed a familiar scent.

Looking over, you saw one of your favorite scented candles burning right beside you, though you swore that you were out and every time you looked for them, the stores were sold out. You were thinking of how he could have gotten one when there was a soft knock at the bathroom door and Atsumu peeked his head in.

“Hey, I got ya some wine at the store earlier and I thought that might be good to help ya unwind.” He said, walking in a bit and offering the glass to you. Carefully, you grabbed it, trying not to let it slip through your wet and soapy fingers.

“Thank you.” You said softly. He sent you a quick smile before turning to leave, but you were quick to catch him. “Hey, Atsumu— where did this come from?” You asked, pointing at the candle as he peeked back at you in question. “Did I have another one that I didn’t know about hiding somewhere?” You asked, knowing for certain that you didn’t. You remembered when your last one burned out because you had known that was it until you could make it to the store.

“No, I know you ran out of them, so I found some online and got a few a couple weeks ago. They just came in this mornin’ and I put ‘em in the cabinet under the sink.” He said. You were silent, fiddling with the wine glass in your hand.

“Oh.”

“I’ll leave ya be,” he said. “Enjoy the bath.” He shut the door, heading out of the bedroom while you brought the glass up to your mouth and took a small sip. You clenched your hand around it, shaking your head.

“Don’t fall for it,” you said to yourself beneath your breath. “He’s just going to be better for a month or two and then slip up again and you’ll be right back in the same spot.” You gave a sigh, sniffing the air a moment afterwards and rubbing your tired eyes. “Right…?”

Saturday, September 4th

A loud thunder crash woke you up, startling you from a good sleep after almost 5 nights of sleeping stiff and miserable from your fight with Atsumu. This time however, you were on your back rather than curled up on your side, meeting the ceiling in your dark room as your first sight. Just as lightning flashed, you saw the shadow of the swaying trees with the wind outside. Anxiously, you peeked over at Atsumu’s side of the bed, not seeing the man there.

It wasn’t to say that storms were your biggest fear, though being woken up by such a loud thunder crash that made it sound like your sealed and locked window was open had made your heart race. Peeking at the clock, you saw that it was nearly 3 in the morning and you wondered where the man was. Even if the two of you didn’t cuddle like you used to every night, he was still sleeping in the bed with you even after the fight.

You waited a few minutes, wondering if maybe he might come to bed. Sure, you were still sort of angry with him and you didn’t necessarily want him to hold you all night like he always did, but him being here was enough of a comfort. Even when you were mad at him, you’d known Atsumu for decades and you’d been through so much together. His presence may have been frustrating sometimes, but there was nothing better than familiarity.

When a few minutes ticked by with loud thunder and bright lightning and Atsumu was yet to return, you forced yourself out of bed. Wearing a long sleeved shirt and sleep shorts was a good idea tonight with how tired you were. Wrapping yourself up in a blanket from the bottom of your bed, you walked slowly out of the bedroom. The door was shut because the television in the living room was on. Atsumu sat on the sofa, looking tired and yet he was awake.

“What are ya doing awake?” He asked when he saw you from the corner of his eye, turning his attention away from the bright tv and onto you as you squinted and walked out of the room fully. “Did the storm wake ya?” He asked, almost going to reach out his arms for you but stopping; he wanted to respect your clear desire to be away from the man, untouched and unbothered. As hard as he was trying to keep you, he didn’t want to end up scaring you off.

“Yeah. I can’t sleep.” You stopped, hesitating before you slowly walked over to the sofa. Atsumu was surprised as you sat down on the cushion close to him, but you didn’t speak again.

“Well, if ya want to, we can watch something.” He offered you the remote that you shook your head at.

“Whatever you’re watching is fine.” You pulled your knees up to your chest and leaned back against the cushion, trying to get comfortable as another commercial started.

“It’s just an old episode of this show we used to watch.” He said, setting the remote back down on the armrest beside him. “Guess I was feelin’ nostalgic.” You were silent, watching as the show came back on. You smiled a bit, remembering all of the times you would hang out with the twins and watch this show together, though as you aged and got closer to Atsumu, the two of you often sat on the phone watching the show late into the night in your own houses.

“I remember this.” You yawned quietly, closing your eyes and snuggling back against the cushion, but another loud thunder strike made you jump. Atsumu felt bad, wishing he could do something to help you, but not knowing how. Before you’d snuggled into his arms and he gratefully held you, but now that you were in a fight, he was left guessing how to make things better.

“I know yer antsy because of the storm. I’ll stay up with ya until it passes. All night if we have to. If that’s what ya want, anyways.” He offered, watching you stare at the tv with a pretty plain expression on your face, though you gave a soft nod after he spoke.

“I’d like that.”

Sunday, September 5th

Slowly, you opened your eyes with a yawn. Your neck had a kink in it as you sat stiffly on the sofa, though when the storm finally passed around 5 AM the other night— or rather early this morning— you had fallen asleep almost immediately. You were surprised to look over and not see Atsumu and instead a small note on the cushion that read “I had to run to the store, be back soon.”

You wondered what he needed at the store but chose to ignore it, sluggishly getting off of the sofa and stretching your sore limbs out. With a puff of air exhaled from your nose, you went to the bedroom and quickly changed before going to brush your teeth. You rubbed your eyes as you finished, heading out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. Just as you opened the fridge, the front door opened.

Atsumu set the bags down on the counter and saw you.

“Hey, don’t eat anything, I’m makin’ breakfast.” He said, quickly sliding his shoes off and locking the door. You walked around the counter, looking at the man who took a new carton of eggs carefully out of the bag and set it down on the countertop. “You can sit if you’d like, I’m not askin’ ya to help me.” He said. You took his words and sat on the little stool as he walked around to the other side of the counter where the stove was.

You looked at the carton of eggs as it brought back a memory.

“Do you remember when we were 14 and we just got home from the store for your mom and you dropped the whole carton of eggs and ‘Samu spilt the milk, so we had to go all the way back?” You asked, making the man immediately give a little laugh.

“Yeah, I remember that. Ya wouldn’t let Samu and I carry the bags back that time. I bet we looked like a couple of asses lettin’ you carry the bags and us doin’ nothing.” He said with a soft sigh in content. “That was a pretty fun weekend. You spent the whole time with us because yer parents were out of town, right?” He asked, looking at you as you nodded.

“I don’t think we slept the whole time.” You said softly, looking down at your lap. “I kinda wish we could experience that night again for the first time.” You mumbled, thinking back to how strongly you had been pining for Atsumu at that point, completely unaware that he had feelings for you as well. Everything seemed so serious with a small crush on your best friend back then. You hated how life got stressful as you aged even when you tried your hardest to keep things stress-free.

“I’d go back just to see the look on ‘Samu’s face when he dropped the milk after laughin’ at me for droppin’ the eggs.” A small smile twitched back onto your face for a moment as you thought about the shocked look on his face.

“That was pretty good.” You said quietly. “I’d go back to eat that dinner your mom made again, my god— it was so good.” You said, reminiscing back to the first time you’d tried a hotpot meal with the twins and their mom, unknowingly making Atsumu bite back a grin as this was the most you’d spoken to him in 5 days now.

“I’m sure she’d make it again for ya.” He said, cracking an egg when the frying pan got hot enough on the stovetop. “After all, yer her favorite out of the three of us.” He said in a joking way that made you smile a bit again.

“She always made me feel so at home when I came to your old house.” You shifted on the little stool, thinking back to having a bad fight with your mother or feeling bad because of your dad and finding your way to the Miya household only to feel nothing but welcome by the little family. As chaotic and loud as it could be in comparison to your own cold seeming household, it was home. It was what you had always wanted home to feel like. Atsumu was home. “I, uh— I have to go to the bathroom.” You said, quickly standing up. “I’ll be back.” You said, quickly walking towards the bedroom and going into the bathroom with a sigh. You ran your hands through your hair and tried to stop thinking back to all of the good years quite yet.

There was still time for him to give up, and maybe it was pessimistic of you, but you refused to let him break your heart for a third time. You tried hanging onto the feeling that this relationship was no longer salvageable, and yet you were at a loss. You thought back to how happy the two of you typically were and how safe and at home you felt with Atsumu in his arms, seeing him smiling, hearing his laughter. It tugged at your heartstrings as you tried to hold it back and gave a sigh.

“Not yet. Don’t give in so quick.” You mumbled to yourself. “Make him prove himself this time, dammit.”

Monday, September 6th

The bell dinging caught the man’s attention as his back was turned, though he was quick to catch up with the new customer walking into the shop.

“Welcome to Onigiri Miya, just a moment and I’ll be with you.” Osamu spoke up.

“Take your time.” You said, making the man quickly turn at your familiar voice.

“(y/n)!” Osamu said with a grin. “Hey, how are you?” He asked, turning his attention away from what he was doing as he walked over to the counter. “It’s been a little while.”

“Yeah, I’ve been crazy busy with work.”

“How are things after the fire?” He asked, crossing his arms and leaning against the counter as you ran a hand through your hair and gave a sigh.

“God, so stressful, but things are finally starting to work themselves out. I just finished all of the paperwork needed and work is going to start tomorrow on the inn, so here’s to hoping that everything will be done quickly and we can get back into proper working function.” You said, glancing at the menu. “It’s been awhile and I thought that I might come to see you. How is business?”

“Busy, it’s been an amazing month so far. I can only hope we both make it to next month with good work.” He said. “Where’s my idiot brother?”

“He’s at practice.” You said, wondering if Atsumu had ever spoken to his brother about your threat of divorce. Part of you wanted to think that if he had, Osamu would have called you immediately and asked what all was happening. He wasn’t an intervener when it came to arguments with Atsumu, picking his brothers side and making you feel crazy, however he had saved you a lot of trouble by helping you solve some minor problems.

“And is everything alright with you guys? I haven’t heard anything lately so I assume things are all good?” You sent the man a little smile and nodded, not wanting to start up something that you didn’t need to.

“Things are good. Atsumu has actually been really great lately. He’s been making me breakfast and just this week he sent me this gorgeous bouquet of flowers.” Osamu raised an eyebrow at you.

“Really? Wow. I don’t think he’s a shitty husband or anything, but I didn’t know he was that good.” You sighed and shook your head.

“I didn’t either.”

“Did you two have a fight recently? Is he trying to make it up to you?” He pressed, knowing that something was wrong even if you didn’t say it. You looked down and nodded. “What happened?”

“I told him I wanted to get divorced and he’s trying to make me stay.” Osamu hesitated before gently pressing a hand to your shoulder.

“I’m sorry to hear that. Are ya thinking that the two of you might be able to make it out of this one?” He asked, knowing that your relationship was sturdy and yet he knew that his brother was a fool. You were a strong person and Atsumu wasn’t someone you needed financially, you had only wanted him so you stuck around with him.

“I don’t know.” You whispered. “I think that I want to, I just… I don’t want things to change in just a couple months. I’m worried that if I take him back and I— say— tear up the papers, he’ll just slowly go back and I’ll be right back here.”

“How long has it been?”

“Almost a week. He wants me to give him a month to make it up to me.”

“Well, it has only been a week. It can go either way, he’s being great, right?” He asked and you were quick to nod your head. “Then maybe he’ll stay great. Maybe he’s taking this seriously for once. I know he’s an idiot, but when you really threaten him with things, it can get through his thick skull. I don’t want to think of you getting divorced, but if he changes back then you’ll know there’s just no saving it.” He said with a light shrug. “Now, what can I get ya? Free of charge for my sister-in-law. You do have to live with my brother after all, I feel kinda bad for you.” A soft laugh came from you as you looked at the man with a small smile.

“Thank you, Osamu. I don’t… I don’t think I really want to get divorced. I love him, I just… I don’t want to be unhappy.”

“And if things are meant to be, you won’t be.” He promised. “Now, what can I get ya?”

Tuesday, September 7th

A quiet sound of keys clicking on a keyboard rather quickly slowly awoke Atsumu from his slumber. He gave a soft groan and rolled over, peeking open his tired eyes and seeing you sitting up, a pillow on your lap to hold your laptop steady as you typed, though when he moved you looked over.

“It’s late, you should sleep for practice tomorrow.” Was all you said before you turned your attention back to your laptop.

“What are ya doin’ up if it’s so late?” He asked slowly, his voice muffled as his face squished against his pillow, something that you’d always thought was cute. Tired Atsumu had this tinge to his voice that wasn’t only the raspy tone, but it was different. It was cute.

“Just working on something for work.” You said, but that was a lie. You had previously been trying to do some things for work, but you got distracted as you looked at the man beside you, so you started to make a pro and con list. It felt silly, but you were trying to really think about all of Atsumu’s flaws and decide if they were still bearable, however your relationships list had many more pro’s than it did con’s as of right now and it was conflicting you.

Was it because you were still in love with him? Did you need to distance yourself more? Did you need to think deeper? Did you need to find more flaws in the man beside you? You didn’t want to make the pro’s so long and the con’s so little purely because you were biased towards the man, that didn’t feel right to you, but neither did looking for things that were wrong with him.

After all, you wouldn’t want him to look for things that were wrong with you. Of course there were many, everybody had flaws and things to work on, but what got you the most right now was that Atsumu seemed to be trying really hard. He’d lasted longer than you thought he was going to, almost a whole week now since he promised that he was going to change, that this time was going to be different. You wanted to believe him, but you didn’t want to get hurt. That was what you were the most afraid of right now.

The pro’s list felt too vague and the con’s seemed too detailed. A few pro’s were simple, the way that he made you smile when he was laughing, feeling happy and safe when he was around like nobody had ever made you feel, falling in love with every single smile and soft look from the man, the sex that made you feel like you were having an amazing out-of-body experience, the way that he would get so excited about little things and make you excited about them as well purely because he was so happy. And yet some of the con’s were simple as well, how he fought with you about every stupid little thing when he was pissed off at something else, how he would be childish and ignore you for hours on end when he was wrong and yet  still waiting for you to come to him, how he would only try and change when things got taken too far.

You were completely split down the middle; as many more pro’s that there were, the con’s weren’t little things. They were things that were important to you; consistency and communication were key, and yet Atsumu seemed lacking in both of the areas that mattered most to you.

“Can’t sleep?”

“Not really.”

“Hmm,” he gave a drawn out sound, making you think he was falling asleep as you continued to think up things and type them down as you evaluated the list, but he spoke again. “I hope ya get to sleep soon, baby.” He said it absentmindedly as he fell asleep again, but it made your heart skip a beat.

Atsumu was taking things slow. He was giving you the space he knew that you needed during this time all the while putting in genuine effort, but tonight was the first time he’d called you a familiar pet name since the fight. You hesitated before typing another thing down on the pro’s.

“The way that I feel when he calls me “Baby”.”

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Soft sex pt.1   pt.2

-MSBY

Tags: cuddle fucking,cockwarming, morning sex, big dick!meian, bath sex, makeup sex, praise kink, hurt/comfort, pussy job

a/n: vanilla is not something to be ashamed of, its way more common than you think, you don't need to be doing kamasutra every night to keep the spark. none of that daddy shit in this. Srry : /

i also don't proofread, i h8 reading works right after i finish them, so let me know if anything's wrong.

NO KINKY FREAKY ASS SHIT 

**ONLY SOFT SEX BEYOND THIS POINT**

18+ Minors DNI

-Hinata

….Morning... sex. mmhmm

He could usually control his morning wood

But after being gone for so many days, finally coming home to see you, it was impossible

You woke up after you heard a few groans, feeling him rut into your back, turning over to see his face flushed and cheeks red, whether it be from getting caught or his activities 

So you decide to help him as a good s/o should

But you're also tired… 

So you just pull your pants off and tell him to go at it, not too rough because you had to work in the afternoon.

-

“Baby, you okay?” you faintly asked, turning around, eyes trying to open after hearing him make some noises. You hated when people disturbed your sleep, which you oh so loved, but your boyfriend was an exception, sometimes.

But what you didn't expect when you opened your eyes was catching him, red faced, with his hand in his boxers trying to make it stop. Looking like he was in a lot of pain, so your quick mind got on it, not wanting to see his face in any more discomfort.

“Here” you said, shuffling your back into him while pulling down your panties, setting your ass on his bulge, grinding a little to get him to hurry up. Knowing this was the only way you could take care of him.

“You sure?” he asked already putting his cock into you being needy as ever, which indeed you thought was cute in way but him stretching you out made you respond by pushing yourself even more against him, bottoming out which both of you let out some moans and curses, softly saying them as he wrapped his arms around your torso, giving you a minute before he started moving.

“S-shoyo”  you quietly gasped, holding onto the pillow as he pushed himself into you trying to close your eyes and relax, slowly but restlessly, getting deeper in you with every thrust. Leaning back into him his arm now moving around your chest, angling himself to where it felt good. 

His thrusts felt agonizingly slow, teasing almost, as he shoved his face into your shoulder, groaning how good you felt. “fuck, baby m’gonna cum.” he whined out. The pressure in his hips getting stronger with you clenching around him.

‘s’okay, hurry up and cum baby” you cooed, feeling him grow in you, wanting him to feel good, moving your hips back to catch his. “fuck-k” he finished, the warmness spreading into you, some dripping out onto your legs, slipping on the bed.

“You good now?” you giggled after some time, him finally sporting a smile instead of a frown. “thank you...” he shyly muttered out, turning you around to face him, wanting to see your pretty face.

“Can u wake me up at 3?” you asked, giving yourself another hour to get clean. Already being put back because you had to come in earlier today.

“Yeah cutie.” he said, putting it on his phone, you too worn out to do anything but stay still, now facing him while he snuggled into your chest, his head right under yours, finally getting the rest you deserved.

-Atsumu

You were a sensitive little thing, loving how rough and needy he got with you.

But sometimes you needed a break, it hurting too much leaving you sore.

But you're also a fiend for him okay?

who wouldn't be?

Jumping on him every hour of the day.

So you go and straight up, atleast try to, tell him that you want him to be easier with you.

But you were also embarrassed of it, being so needy for him, also not wanting his ego to get any higher than it was,  due to you basically you telling him you needed him everyday.

And he's like ok!! on it (¬‿¬)

-

“What wrong pretty girl, hmmm?” he asked, pulling your waist closer to him, dragging his hand on your upper thigh, fingers finding the outline of you panties under that skirt you were wearing. Him wondering why you looked so distraught just walking up to him.

“Tsumie” you said ignoring his question, bringing up your own, trying your best to get it out only for it to get caught in your throat.

“Hmm?” he responded turning all his attention on you, his gaze making you even more nervous.

“I- um... was just wondering if you could- ya know....bealittlemoregentlenexttime?” you said, muttering the last part out, hoping he understood and wouldn't inquire any further. 

He paused for a minute, taking in what you just said, glad that you were comfortable enough to express your thoughts around him, pulling you closer until his face was to your chest, looking up at you with his eyes glistening due to the reflection of the lamp in them. “Right now princess?” he smirked much softer than he usually did.

“Here baby. You're gonna come with me, and i'm gonna take good care of you...real good care of you.” he said, playful traces underlying his words, getting up from his chair while picking you up with him, hands under your thighs already causing a problem. Yes you loved dom, rough atsumu but when he was sweet and gentle, that was a whole nother story, as you could prove right now.

He gently laid you on the bed, taking all your clothes off, kissing all over you until you were wet enough, before attempting to “test” you with his fingers. To which you whined in protest, wanting him in you right now, wanting to feel his warmth inside and out of you.

He positioned himself on top of you, listening to whatever you wanted, fully settling himself inside after sometime, giving you time to adjust to him. He started moving his hips back and forth, his view of you beneath him being picture perfect, as you could say them the same before leaning down into you, muttering words of praise and affection in your ears. The only sound you responded with was moans and cries, but the look in your eyes, the look of want and need, the baseline for love, told him what he wanted to hear, but it wasn't enough.

“Thank you for putting up with me, you know i love you, huh? tell me baby.” he said not rushing you wanting you to feel at ease with him “Tell me you know i love you” he finished, desperate undertones in his words, looking at you with those big sweet eyes.

“I-i know you... love- me.” you choked out, his soft thrusts still hitting you deep, knocking on your cervix, but it felt so good; being in eachothers arms,  hitting all the right spots, his breath in your face entangling with yours, feeling more connected than ever. Before you knew it the two of you had finished more than once, now resting in eachothers arms, a 

“You feel good baby? He asked, an airy smile plastered on his face, you trying to do the same moving closer to him so he could hear you, arms still wrapped around each other.

“yeah.”

 -Kiyoomi

You loved him so much, even when he was a meanie

And he did the same, internally grateful that he was lucky enough to get someone as sweet as you.

Which is why he was making up for the argument he started earlier today.

Not meaning anything he said, just stressed and taking it out on you : ( not knowing how to apologize with words.

So he does what he knows you love, but you never ask him bc you don't want to bother him. 

You loved him touching you and vice versa, but you respected his wishes and only did it when you two were alone, even holding back in private too, not wanting to bother him.

So he gives you want you want, a physical form of an apology, another way to express his feelings. 

-

“shh..” he tenderly mumbled into your ear, the one he’d been kissing on for the past few minutes, the sloppiness of it that you loved. Your chest to his back, being completely nude with your legs spread open, one of his hands pinching your nipple while grabbing the rest of the flesh around it.

The sweat and tears adoring your face, masked in pleasure, trying your best to look up at him only to receive a kiss on the head.  

“Yoomi~”  you sofly cried, clinging on your hands back onto the fabric of his shirt, the one that he got back from his press conference in, the one that he came back in a bad mood, immediately taking it out on you.

His thumb played with your clit, two of his long fingers sliding in as well, leaving you more of a mess then you were already in, his voice accompanied, encouraging you to. He curled his fingers into you, not roughly but hard enough to make you feel it. Your other hand shakily grabbing onto the arm he was blessing you with.

You were such a sweetheart for him, an angel he thought. As soon as you walked in the room he could swear he saw a halo around your head, looking at you long enough to where he could bask in your beauty, but short enough to where you couldn't tell.

Sometimes he felt like he didn't deserve you, being such a bad boyfriend that can't attend to your “needs”, feeling like a dead weight on you. But the way you followed him around like a lost puppy, expressing your love for him in ways you knew he would like reassured him that you were the one.

“-omi” you moaned, legs now shaking, holding them in place with his arm, his fingers working faster while his hand was still cupping your breast squeezing it every once in a while.

“Come for me love.” he warmly mumbled into your ear, taking a break from kissing down your neck, his marks accompanying the glistening of your skin, being the prettiest sight in his eyes. You freezed up in his arms, finally letting go of his shirt, your head rolling back as far as it could. You ultimately getting the both of you dirty, your cum being now a puddle beneath you two, not having the energy to fret about it.

He lets you rest in his arms after your high, lightly resting his head on top of yours, giving it another kiss, gently holding you leaning into you before whispering a faint “Im sorry.”

-Bokuto

This is regular occurrence for you two

Yes, he fucks the shit out of you, but lovingly < 3

You two always express your love for each other through touch, being intimate leaves to you in a daze.

But after he wins a game and sees you in the crowd so excited, a big smile appears on his face, feeling grateful to have you in his life.

He shows you how much he appreciates you

-

“i love you....so much” he said, dragging your clothes off, eyes following you like a needy puppy, his shirt hanging on by one of his arms still in it, the rest of him naked. 

You could only giggle in response, taking off the bra yourself, seeing that he was trying his hardest too, not wanting to take any longer. “Ko, baby what about you?” you said referring to his state letting out another laugh. His hair even more messed up from taking off his hoodie faster than  you've ever seen, looking like a little kid trying to dress themselves.

“baby.” you murmur, your hands landing on the sides of his face, into your space, trying to bring him back to reality for a second. “I'm always gonna be here, always... so you can take your time” you finished, seeing he finally took your suggestion as he stood up.

He took off his shirt, now being fully naked for your eyes to admire. But before you could let your hands touch his chest he grabbed them, softly pulling you into his lap, wrapping his big arms around you while letting his head rest on your shoulder.

You got the hint and relaxed as he lined himself up with you, moving his head so that he could see before pushing himself inside trying to hold back his eagerness. “feel good?” he asked thrusting in you a little, the blush covering his cheeks as he held your body closer. 

“yeah...feels so good.” you faintly whined out. “...only you could make me feel this way” 

His big frame melted into yours as he started moving, your words being music to his ears, his slow strokes making you feel his need. You leaned your head on his shoulder too, slightly moving your hips with his, wanting to feel him even deeper.

His hands moved to your ass and the top of your back, gripping them firmly against his soft movements, letting out moans as he felt you clench around him, the soft flesh being the only thing  keeping him grounded. 

“F-fuck baby” he started before you cut him off with a “shh, you can cum.” trying your best to seem stable with the way he was fucking you, bouncing on him, hitting those seep spots over and over.

You felt him release, the wetness dripping down your thighs falling onto his, hearing a few curses and moans along with it, giving you puppy dogs eyes asking if you'd let him fuck you again, and of course you couldn't say no.

He kept you in this position for the rest of the night so he could hear all the words of affection, the praise you said he deserved, moaned into his ear. The scratch marks and bruises being the only physical trace left, reminding him of the love you two shared.

“You did great bo.” you said with a smile, sitting in his lap, eyes fluttering as you feel asleep along with him. His grip on you was still tight, kissing you on the forehead, his way of letting you know how much he loved you.

-Meian

Date night yayyyy

Anyways, he’s admiring how beautiful you are, thanking the gods for giving you to him

And he wants to show you how much he worships the ground you walk on, taking it nice and slow, as usual, but this time it would stay like that.

Even if he tries to be gentle with you its still gonna hurt for a min.

Poor baby :’ (

But its okay cause he’ll dote on you and coo in your ear of how good of a girl you are for taking him. :  )

-

“Please, meian.'' you whined, grabbing onto his chest, sweaty skin linking you two together, thighs connected to his hips. Rubbing your bare self on his length, the lace panties you had on being long gone, tossed somewhere on the floor.

He couldn't keep his eyes off of you the whole night, the outfit you had on hugging you just right, the skin peeking out every so often, his hands wondering all over you to your obvious enjoyment; and on the ride home he couldn't keep his eyes off your lips. The gloss shining bright in the streetlights, your natural pout shaping your pretty little face, so innocent, reminding him of all the times you weren't.

“shhh... its okay, I got you angel. We can take it slow, okay?” he said already reading your mind, knowing how his pretty girl thinks, holding your weight making sure you didn't slide down him too fast.

He let you do whatever you wanted to your heart's content, it was always about you, he'd always go along with what you wanted, never doing anything you didn't. You wanting to ride him out of the blue, wanting to take it at your pace. He was more than happy to provide, you usually letting him do whatever he wanted to you, its only right that he returned the favor.

“You good doll?” he groaned, only the tip being in you right now, trying to accommodate his size, even though you were wet from him jumping on you the minute you walked through the door. His hungry eyes not leaving you once, picking you up while shoving his lips on your soft ones, hands raking through your clothes, his hands pulling them off till you only had your panties on.

“Ease up baby, look... “ he stated, his grip on your hips with his big warm hands making you melt into his touch, distracting you from your end goal. “m’sorry... im trying to go faster” you let out, a few tears following while you froze in place. Your mind racing with the thoughts of this not feeling good for him, only you, instant regret flooding your train of thought.

“No, no, no angel,” he started worriedly, wanting to take care of you as he should, leaning up against the bed frame now being face to face with you. “its all about you okay? don't worry doll it feels good for me too, I'm not as impatient as i seem” he said, a slight laugh accompanying him trying to lighten the mood.

“here, lemme move all the way inside you, then you can do whatever you want alright.” he somewhat asked. You nodded, holding onto his shoulders as his hands and hips moved, slowly filling you up, now trembling in his grasp. The stretch making you whine, feeling his balls against your ass, already rutting into him letting out a few moans while he leaned back, thinking you were the most precious thing he's ever seen, a slight smirk now on his face.

“Alright angel, im all yours now.”

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Haikyuu Boys / No Nut November - Part One

Part Two

Character Mentions: Ushijima, Atsumu, Bokuto, Tsukishima & Kuroo.

Warnings: Definitely Smut

Wakatoshi Ushijima

It has been a week since he started the No Nut November challenge along with his teammates; The Schweiden Adlers.

“Babe?” Y/n called as she got out of the bathroom, seeing her boyfriend in their shared bed reading a book about vegetables.

She was a bit annoyed and stressed about the challenge her boyfriend had accepted, but who was she to stop him from winning?

“What movie do you want to see?” Y/n asked sweetly.

They didn't really watch movies, but since sex was forbidden this month—there wasn't much of a choice.

“Anything.” Ushijima answered a little desperately.

‘Wow, he’s really taking this challenge so well.’ Y/n thought.

But what she didn’t knew though...

He was living a hell inside of him.

‘Cucumber, Carrots, Lettuce—’ Ushijima kept thinking.

He was trying to distract himself from her.

‘Kale, Broccoli, Spinach—’ Ushijima kept thinking.

He missed having sex, he missed being able to cum as much as he wanted.

‘Asparagus, Cabbages, Brussels—’ Ushijima kept thinking.

He had been hard and horny for days—

He didn’t knew how much he could resist.

“Babe?” Y/n asked confused.

He hadn’t notice, but he was too focus focusing on naming every vegetable in the world— that he didn’t notice his girlfriend calling him.

“Yes?” Ushijima asked confused.

“A-Are you okay?” Y/n asked worried, seeing him lost in his own thoughts.

His plan was failing, he was now focusing on her.

“Babe?” Y/n asked again worried, laying next to him.

He suddenly didn’t remember any vegetables—

“Babe?” Y/n asked as she touched his hand.

He felt his skin bristle at her sudden innocent touch—

“T-Toshi?” Y/n asked as she felt his body tense.

He felt like he could cum just right there and now.

“Babe?” Y/n asked worried as she stroke his hand softly.

‘Why isn’t he answering me?’ Y/n thought.

His heart was beating rapidly, he was having trouble breathing—

He was reaching his high and he didn’t knew how.

“I- I—” Ushijima managed to grunt.

Closing his eyes as he came from his high.

Cumming just from her touch.

“I—” Ushijima managed to say.

“D-Did you just—” Y/n was going to ask surprised but was interrupted by his sudden answer.

“Yes.” Ushijima answered bluntly.

Atsumu Miya

She knew what was coming when November came.

“No sex for a month.” Atsumu said proudly.

Not Nut November—

He was excited for this month, as he felt like he had control of himself.

“Well, if that’s what you want, babe.” Y/n whispered calmly.

Which, he didn’t.

“He won’t last an hour.” Sakusa whispered to himself.

Everyone was aware of how little self-control Atsumu had with himself. Everyone knew unfortunately how horny he was—especially his girlfriend, Y/n.

‘I guess he’s kinda right.’ Y/n thought to herself.

She knew he wasn't going to last, they both fucked like rabbits.

24/7, No Rest.

“It’s been six hours, ‘Tsumu.” Y/n whispered as she saw him standing on their window.

“I-It feels like a month.” Atsumu answered poetically.

She wanted to be supportive but Atsumu made it hard for her.

Specially if he was looking at her like she was a piece of meat.

“‘Tsumu...” Y/n warned as he stared at her a little more deeply, almost drooling in the process.

“W-What?” Atsumu asked innocently.

Again, it was difficult.

“You’re already hard?” Y/n asked in disbelief, seeing his hardened member throbbing in his pants.

Again, he had no self-control.

Is safe to think that sometimes he thinks with his dick.

“Wanna fuck?” Atsumu asked flirtatiously.

“Thought you'd never ask.” Y/n answered sweetly.

At least he made it through the middle of the day.

Kōtarō Bokuto

“Bo?” Y/n called as she came in with the grocery bags.

She had gone out to buy meat for her sad boyfriend.

“I bought steak and meat strips, your favorite.” Y/n said as she put them in the fridge

Reason for his sadness?

No Nut November.

“Y-You did?” Bokuto asked sweetly with puppy eyes.

Ten days had passed and he felt that he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Of course, I did.” Y/n answered sweetly.

What is the prize for the winner?

A BBQ party.

“Thanks babe.” Bokuto answered sweetly.

A BBQ party sounded awesome for him...

But he missed sex.

“So?” Y/n asked innocently as she sat on his lap, thinking that it would make him feel better.

But her innocent move— wasn’t doing him any good.

“I- I—” Bokuto stutter flustered.

He felt his hard member pressed against her ass, and his brain stopped working.

“What did you do when I left?” Y/n asked innocently.

He needed her to move, to make a friction— anything.

He needed to feel her somehow, otherwise he would go crazy.

“Babe?” Y/n asked worried as he saw him looking at her ass.

Immediately flinching as she felt his hand on her hips, moving her body slowly.

“Babe?” Y/n asked confused.

“I- I need to cum.” Bokuto managed to whispered.

She knew he couldn’t take it anymore and she knew well enough that he was going to feel bad afterwards.

“You wanna cum?” Y/n asked sweetly, almost teasingly.

So, she knew she needed to bring the best of him.

“Let’s see if you’re a good boy.” Y/n said sweetly, moving her hips against his cock just the way she knows he likes it.

“I- I’m a good boy.” Bokuto pouted, as he felt his breathing getting heavier.

“Show me.” Y/n teased sweetly, moving her hips a little bit faster.

She knew he was close, by the way he closed his eyes—

By the way he was muttering and moaning nonsense,

He couldn't form complete sentences.

“Prove it.” Y/n said sweetly.

She just knew him too well.

“I- I’m cumming.” Bokuto managed to moaned as he grabbed her and kissed her.

Immediately feeling his big load on his pants.

“T-That’s it babe.” Y/n preached sweetly.

“I- I—” Bokuto stutter, coming from his high.

“Such a good boy.” Y/n whispered in his ear.

Immediately jumping when his phone started to ring.

‘Who the hell is calling?’ Y/n thought.

“Yeah?” Bokuto answered his phone, trying to catch his breath.

“You fail didn’t you?” Atsumu asked on the other line.

He looked at her and smirked.

“Hell yeah, I did.” Bokuto smirked happily.

Kei Tsukishima

“What’s your problem?” Y/n asked confused and annoyed.

Annoyed by her boyfriend’s shitty attitude.

“Nothing.” Tsukishima answered annoyed.

Since the challenge of No Nut November had started, he had been colder and more unbearable.

“Tsuki. Is been two weeks.” Y/n said annoyed.

“So? I’m not loosing.” Tsukishima answered annoyed.

She wasn’t having it with his attitude.

“So, you better get that through your head.” Tsukishima warned.

And what better way to show it?

“Okay, Daddy.” Y/n answered sweetly but teasingly.

He felt his heart stopped as he heard his special nickname.

“Stop.” Tsukishima said annoyed.

She knew she had a lot of effect on him.

“Or what Daddy? Are you going to punish me?” Y/n asked as she smirked.

He was already feeling like cumming, just by her words.

“Don’t be such a brat.” Tsukishima warned.

“Brat? Oh. I didn’t know Daddy, why don’t you come here and punish me?” Y/n teased again.

He hated how she knew how to turned him on.

And he hated the brat she was being.

“Daddy?” Y/n called nervously as she saw him standing in front of her with lust in his eyes.

“Such a little brat, can’t even let me win a fucking challenge. Is that’s how needy you’re?” Tsukishima asked.

Because she knew how to push his buttons.

“On the bed. Naked. Wide for me.” Tuskishima command.

Making her heart flustered.

Tetsurō Kuroo

“Ku—” Y/n moaned at his rough and hungry kisses on her neck.

It had been fifteen days since Kuroo had decided to follow the No Nut November challenge.

“M- More—” Y/n pleaded softly as she felt his hand down her arousal.

It had been really hard for him— he was used to doing it ALL THE TIME.

“Where are your manners?” Kuroo whispered softly, teasing her.

So, it was hard for him not to get off.

“P-Please—” Y/n pleaded softly.

But that didn’t mean he couldn’t get her off.

“Please what?” Kuroo asked teasingly.

“P-Please touch me.” Y/n whispered as tears slipped from her eyes.

“Anything for you baby.” Kuroo whispered as his fingers toyed with her panties—slipping them down slowly and teasingly.

He loved seeing her desperate.

“Baby, you’re so wet.” Kuroo teased as he touched her arousal.

And of course she was...

She was desperate, she haven’t felt him in fifteen days—

All because of that stupid challenge he was following along with Kenma.

“P-Please.” Y/n pleaded softly as he inserted his two fingers.

“Someone is desperate.” Kuroo teased, moving his fingers faster in that special spot of her.

“I- So good.” Y/n managed to moaned, feeling her body trembled.

She didn’t knew how he was surviving. She thought he wouldn’t even last five days, but here they were.

“I- I— wait.” Y/n moaned feeling something weird building up in her tummy.

She didn’t knew how to tell him, but her building orgasm was feeling a little different this time.

“K-Kuroo.” Y/n moaned, she couldn’t warned him since it felt so good.

“What got you so turned on?” Kuroo smirked.

He didn’t knew what was up with her,

She was a moaning and a blushing mess.

“Come on, just like that.” Kuroo teased, taking his thumb and pressing it to her clit, which make her go feral.

“Fuck.” Y/n moaned as she came immediately, grabbing unto his hair.

Her orgasm was definitely different.

Her turned vision white, she was dizzy— she was lost completely in the pleasure.

“I- I—” Y/n moaned, trying to catch her breath.

Suddenly noticing the mess that she had made thanks to his powerful fingers.

“Fuck.” Y/n said.

She had never squirted before.

“Babe?” Y/n said nervously as she looked at Kuroo who was perplexed—

��Fuck.” Kuroo smirked.

Suddenly looking down at his pants, seeing a big wet patch on them.

‘I-It can be.’ Y/n thought.

Could he had just cummed from seeing her cum?

“D-Did you just—cum?” Y/n asked seeing him blushing.

“Maybe.” Kuroo answered nervously.

A minute of silent for this loser.

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[amaya-writes]

for dating the setter...how about them reacting to you cheering them on during a game! i think it would be so cute lol

INSTALLATION 9 FOR DATING THE SETTER’S ASK GAME

Characters involved: Sugawara Koushi, Kenma Kozume, Kageyama Tobio, Oikawa Toru, Miya Atsumu, Akaashi Keiji

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Sugawara Koushi

Sugawara wasn't anything speical.

He wasn't insanely talented or skilled as some of his other teammates. He wasn't even a regular.

Sugawara was just a substitute thrown into the game to change the flow, someone who would be called back to the sidelines once he had served his purpose.

But he heard you call his name with a whoop of joy and join in on the cheers of the rest of the Karasuno supporters he felt the nervousness and worry leave his body.

Because Sugawara wasn't anything special, but when you looked at him like he was the most talented volleyball player out there, he couldn't help but believe it too.

You didn't know it then, but as he stepped onto the court and took his place Sugawara couldn't help but secretly promise himself to get you to all of his matches.

Kenma Kozume

Kenma usually wasn't one to focus on the crowd around him. He was too focused on the game and doing everything perfectly to bother actually paying attention to the bystanders.

But it was different when you were there.

You were like the siren to his sailor, someone who drew him in with your voice and made him do things he wouldn't normally think of.

You made him a better player, motivating Kenma to see every move through the end regardless of his tiredness, to work harder and faster until they won the match.

Kenma never really cared about the outcome of their matches, sure he felt a sense of annoyance at the loss, but it was never as strong as what everyone else felt.

But when you were around, suddenly, Kenma wasn't just the apathetic Nekoma setter, but a player ready to command the court and make it his.

Kageyama Tobio

Kageyama didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad one.

He couldn't tell if the way he pushed himself to do better because you were watching was a great boost for the game or yet another distraction.

Regardless, he found his mind working just that much faster and hands moving like they had their own mind.

The others could see it too, could tell how Kageyama seemed that much more focused when you were around, as if victory was the only thing he allowed himself to think about.

Kageyama didn't know if the effect you had on him was a good thing or a bad one, but as he worked his way through the match he couldn't help but feel thankful for your presence.

Oikawa Toru

Oikawa was a force to be reckoned with on the court. He was someone other players feared and strategised against before matches.

He was one of the players who didn't just think of volleyball as a sport but as the thing that kept him alive and running.

But as he continued the match Oikawa couldn't help but realise he had been wrong all along. He had always thought there was nothing that could give him that rush of happiness like volleyball did, but really, there was something else. Something far greater.

The mere idea of combining his two favourite things, of having you cheer him on as he dominated the court, was the best feeling Oikawa had ever felt.

With your voice echoing egging him on, Oikawa Toru wasn't just a force to be reckoned with. No, he was a monster ready to pick off his prey one by one.

And he loved it.

Miya Atsumu

Atsumu hated being disturbed by the crowd during games.

He despised the way they played with his and his teammates' minds and drove them to rash decisions and weak attempts to please others.

Atsumu genuinely despised the audience during his games. But today was different.

Because when you were in the crowd, the whoops of joy and calls of his name suddenly weren't just noise that disturbed him, but the sound of encouragement that pushed him to do better.

It was the sound that drove him to be at his best, the thing that kept him on his toes and pushed him to work harder, to go past the limits of fatigue and physical strain.

Atsumu hated being disturbed by the crowd during games, but when you cheered him on during his serves, when you whooped at his perfect sets, when you called his name and clapped as they won round after round, Atsumu finally understood why people loved having the crowd cheer them on.

Because if he could have you be there for him during every match, Atsumu was certain he would never lose a match again.

Akaashi Keiji

Akaashi always brought a sense of calmness and clarity to the team. He was the calm to Bokuto's storm, the person who ensured the players on his end of the court worked like a well-oiled machine.

He was the collected one who kept the team going.

But with you around, Akaashi Keiji was that and more.

Because suddenly, every call of his name, every clap following his sets wasn't just another thing to ignore during the game, but what drove him to victory.

Suddenly, the word anxiety seemed to not exist anymore when you smiled at him so sweetly in between rounds and sent him excited waves and flying kisses that warmed his heart.

Akaashi was always the person who kept their team controlled, but with you around, he was a king ready to conquer new land. All so that he could bring home a new victory for you to praise him about.

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