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teamatsumu · 6 months

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kinktober 2023 -> day 17

dirty talk - miya atsumu x reader

word count: 583

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Everyone in Atsumu’s life knew he had a big mouth. He was the guy who didn’t know when to shut up. And it annoyed the crap out of everyone. His friends, his teammates, his twin brother. However, you had never once complained about it.

When you first said you didn’t really mind Atsumu’s lack of filter, everyone was rightfully shocked. Osamu had questioned you on multiple occasions about it (“how do you fight the urge to just deck him across the face?”) and Suna had straight up declared you a psycho (he was being dramatic, of course). You had a feeling that if they knew exactly why you loved Atsumu running his mouth, they would never look at you the same.

You looked on at your boyfriend right now, eyes shining with adoration and pure lust as you watched him fall apart at the feeling of your pussy clinging to his cock in a death grip.

“H-ha~” Atsumu’s moan was high and broken, his hair disheveled and matted to his forehead by sweat, red flush covering his cheeks, his neck, all the way down to his bare chest. His arms flexed when he gripped your thighs hard, pushing them further up to rest on either sides of your torso, bending you in half. You sighed when it made his dick hit deeper in you, and Atsumu cursed.

“B-baby, fuck.” His voice sounded so wrecked, you were sure you could cum just from that. “Pumped ya full of loads of cum and yer still tight as hell. God, yer so perfect. Pussy made just fer me, yeah?”

You moaned at the words and nodded furiously, the slow slide of his cock growing torturous. He was throbbing inside you, balls tight and ready for him to cum again. Your pelvis was covered in your own juices and his cum, your legs wobbling and shaking in his hold. Your core was tingling with overstimulation, but you wanted more, more, more.

“Tsumu.” you gasped, trying to convey to him what you needed. Your tear filled eyes saw his own face stretch with a wide smirk.

“Whatcha want? Another load? Ya want more cum?” His voice dropped low, eyes like molten earth, burning into you. He leaned over you, resting his weight on you, before he pulled back to slam his hips down hard against you. You yelped when he hit your sweet spot.

“You greedy slut. How much more ya want? Yer spillin all over the place. Can’t even hold this much cum in ya. But ya still want it. Fine, then. Princess gets what princess wants.”

And there was his mouth, running and running, words getting filthier and filthier, slurring together as he picked up the pace. His thrusts were getting more and more sloppy, quicker, desperate. You could feel, for the thousandth time, the knot in your lower stomach tightening. You were so close.

“Make a mess on me, baby. C’mon. Need ta feel ya gush all over me. I know you have it in ya. I know what this sweet pussy can give me. Ya want my cum? Gimme yer cum first, sweetheart. C’mon. Milk my cock-”

And you toppled over the edge, feeling more and more wetness coat your thighs and his hips, babbling nonsensical words while Atsumu talked about how good you looked and how fucking amazing it feels and oh god, he was gonna cum too….

Miya Atsumu’s big mouth came in handy sometimes. The people in his life just didn’t know that.

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tsumuswifey · 11 months

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I've got an atsumuxreader request where they are in a secret relationship but it starts getting to the point where they have little to no interaction in public. making her feel insecure and she starts wondering if he even loves her anymore, when girls start flirting with him and his teammates ask him about any girls he might be interested in and he doesn't hint at being in a relationship at all. I'm a sucker for angst to fluff!!

Thank youuuuu!! ❤️❤️

Of course, one Atsumu x Reader coming right up!(:

Atsumu was destined to be great.

If there was anything to be sure of, it was just that. Growing up with him had shown you on more than one occasion that if that boy had his eyes set on something, that he was going to achieve it. It didn't matter what it cost him, he was incredibly headstrong.

So when he approached you on a hazy morning in early December, hands trembling in a way you'd never seen before, words tumbling from his mouth so fast you could hardly understand a thing he'd said, it had shocked you. Long gone was the Atsumu that puffed his chest out every time someone complimented his skills. Long gone, was the Atsumu that didn't so much as get the nervous sweats before volleyball matches in front of scouts.

"I'm sorry, Tsumu," You start, heart pounding wildly against your ribs, "I'm not quite sure I caught that."

He visibly shudders, unable to hold eye contact as he says almost desperately, "I'd really like to take ya on a date. Please. Let me take ya on a date?"

He says it slowly, accent dripping from his mouth like molasses. He rakes a hand through his murky hair, fingers shaking so hard you almost consider asking him if he needs to sit down and just breathe.

He almost loses hope when you don't immediately answer his question, but then he looks up at you, and your mouth forms the words, yes 'Tsum, I'd love that, and his whole world tilts on its axis.

Your friendship had always been a close one. Your friends had never batted an eye at the way your head would slowly find its rest against one of his broad shoulders during movie nights, nor the way you'd wear his hoodies.

So when the shift happens, no one notices. Not even Suna, the perceptive guy he was. You both decided that maybe it was for the best, if you kept your relationship from everyone until you could figure out a good way to break the news.

It wasn't that you really thought your friends would be upset, it was just that it was all so new, and as much as you hoped it wouldn't happen, if you decided to breakup, neither of you wanted to cause rifts in the friend group.

You go on for two months like that, hiding your relationship behind the guise of your already close friendship. It isn't a terrible feat, besides the fact that 99% of the time, your boyfriends literal other half is around, making it difficult to spend any time together. But then you started looking forward to little things, like the winks Atsumu'd send you in passing at school, or his foot nudging yours beneath the desk in math class. You grew tired of watching your friends freely hug and kiss their boyfriends. You grew tired of pretending to cheer on Atsumu as a friend and not as your boyfriend.

Over time, it began to feel like you weren't really dating him anymore.

It didn't hit its breaking point until you were eating at your favorite ramen shop with the twins, Suna, and Ginjima. You feel like your heart might burst from your chest when Ginjima excitedly asks Atsumu about a girl who had been flirting with him after practice earlier in the day.

You eye him carefully, gauging his reaction. It's not that you didn't trust him, it's just the absolute lack of anything between the two of you had gotten to your head. You feel sick to your stomach when he blushes.

"Ah yeah," Your boyfriend finally says, "She was nice an' all but I'm not looking for a relationship or anything at the moment. Volleyball's the most important thing to me right now. Can't let some girl cloud my judgement, y'know? Can't take my eyes off the prize just yet-"

You shove your stool back, wincing when it clatters to the ground, catching the attention of every person in the small ramen shop.

"Woah," Suna breaks the silence, "Y/n, are you good?"

You take a deep breath, embarrassment sending a chill up your spine. "Yeah, um, sorry, I just don't feel very well. Think I ate something bad. I'll see you guys tomorrow, 'kay?"

You grab your backpack off of the ground, slinging it around your shoulders before taking off for the exit.

"Wait up," Atsumu says hurriedly, trying to catch up with you, "I'll walk ya home."

You shake your head, forcing yourself to put one foot in front of the other. "No thanks, I don't really think you should be around me. Might cloud your judgement or-"

"Y/n."

Atsumu grabs you by the back of the sleeve, yanking hard enough that you fall against him.

"Y/n," He says again. "I didn't mean that, angel. Ya had to have known I didn't mean that, right?"

You click your tongue, feeling mad at yourself when tears collect on your lash line.

You sigh dejectedly, "Atsumu, I love being your girlfriend..but lately it's like I'm not. I can't remember the last time you genuinely kissed me. I get that we wanted to keep this a secret, but I'm really starting to wish we never decided that because I want to be able to hold your hand and wear your jersey and I want you to be able to call me 'angel' in front of everyone. It just hurt that you said all of that. Whether you meant it or not. And I know it's dumb but hearing Ginjima talk about that girl flirting with you..it made me feel icky. I dunno-"

And for the second time in one night, Atsumu cuts you off.

"Baby," He breathes, gathering you into his arms. "I am so sorry. I don't want you to feel that way. I love you. I really do. I think I have since the day I found ya sitting on the sidewalk playing with worms after a rainstorm. All I've ever wanted to do is respect you and yer wishes, so if I'd known ya felt like this I wouldn't have been so closed off."

You press your face into his chest, breathing in the smell of his deodorant. "Can we stop being a secret, 'Tsumu? I'm sick of being secretive."

You feel him nod his head before his lips press against the top of your head. "Me too. It's hard to not be able to boast about my girl to all my friends. Did you know that she's the most beautiful person I've ever laid my eyes on?"

"Is she?" You ask, heart in your throat.

"Yeah," He confirms, "And, don't tell her this, but sometimes I feel like my heart is reaching for hers. That's how in love with her I am."

You tilt your head back to look at him, nearly swooning when he whispers, "There she is. There's my beautiful girl."

Leaning up, you kiss him softly.

"Love you," You whisper, nudging your nose playfully against his.

"Who loves me?"

"I love you."

You can feel the way Atsumu grins before he returns the sentiment.

"I love ya, too, baby."

You take a deep breath, heels finding the ground as you suggest going back to the ramen shop to talk to the guys about your relationship.

"Ah," Atsumu says awkwardly, "Something tells me they already know."

You turn to find the Osamu, Suna, and Ginjima standing not far from you guys.

"How long have you been watching us?"

"Long enough to find out that you guys are together!" Ginjima says, accusation etched into his tone. Suna snorts, and nudges Osamu.

"Nah, we've known."

Ginjima raises his hand, "Hello? I didn't?"

Osamu deadpans, "No shit, Sherlock. Else you would've kept your big mouth shut and not upset the lady back there."

You're suddenly unsure of if you feel relieved that your relationship is out in the open or slightly afraid. Either way, all you know, is that you are loved, and for now, that is more than enough.

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devilstruly · 1 year

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A MAN WRITTEN BY A WOMAN

《 my favorite hq boys as specific things i want in a man/s/o

《 gn! reader

< KUROO TETSURO as watching your favorite shows with popcorn on the table and a blanket in case it gets cold. you're just friends for now, both pining over each other, and you make him watch kdramas to test him. he's incredibly invested in every storyline, gives opinions on the characters, etc.

< KUROO TETSURO as lying on the grass by the river in the middle of the night while looking up at the starry sky and relishing in the comfortable silence.

< MIYA ATSUMU as the golden retriever himbo. shamelessly flirts but is surprisingly easy to fluster. would do anything for his friends and family and is not afraid to let it be known. the type to think impulsively but it comes in handy under pressure.

< MIYA ATSUMU as playing volleyball together. you enjoy the sport and so does he, which results in both of you calling each other at any time to play.

< SUNA RINTARO as making you playlists to communicate how he feels. there are two types. 1 - sentimental and sweet easy flowing type of songs that are just nice to listen to at any given time, and 2 - suggestive songs like chase atlantic, arctic monkeys and such.

< SUNA RINTARO as 'i'm outside, let's go eat'. takes you out for ice cream and then watches you as you sing your heart out to the song blasting on the radio while he drives along the highway.

< IWAIZUMI HAJIME as knowing your coffee order by heart and always showing up with one at random times when he feels you need it.

< IWAIZUMI HAJIME as the gym boyfriend. best spotter you could ever have, promises to give you a reward when you're back home if you push through this set. taps your ass or thighs while you do barbell squats. gets a bit turned on when you do hip thrusts but won't let his mind wonder until later.

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jesswritesthat · 5 days

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Miya Atsumu: Daughters

Fandom: Haikyuu!! — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: ~900, fluff

• Atsumu ponders a question he recently got asked in an interview and drags the whole of MSBY into it.

Warnings: None

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"Who would you let your daughter date out of the team?"

It was a question he'd been asked at an interview recently, one he'd skilfully dodged and redirected to his love life with his clever response of 'Well I gotta find the love of ma life before thinkin' 'bout that~’.

Now he had a spare moment, gifted to him by the sheer curiosity of his teammates, he actually gave it some thought.

Bokuto and Hinata stood eagerly beside one another, practically bouncing on the heels of their feet once the faux blondes' analytic gaze landed on them.

"Well definitely not yous' two, that's for sure."

"Omi! I'd let you date my daughter." The pair hadn't a moment to deflate when the blonde instantaneously snapped to Kiyoomi who was as sharp as ever with his response.

"And risk being related to you through marriage? No thank you Miya."

"Oi, ya can't talk to yer father-in-law like that Sakusa Kiyoomi!"

Hinata hummed aloud in thought, surveying the MSBY Jackals before landing on a welcome option.

"What about (L/n)?"

You'd strolled up at this point, wanting to see what all the fuss was about when you heard your name. Atsumu meeting your surprised gaze with an analytic one of his own.

"Hm?"

"Seeing if 'Tsum Tsum would let his daughter date you." A quiet sound of understanding left your lips as response to Bokutos' disclosure, once more darting back to the uncharacteristically silent Setter.

"Ah mean..." Atsumu blanched, fingers darting to the back of his neck as the panic set in. "I would want 'em to but wouldn't like 'em to."

Not only yourself, but Bokuto and Hinata stared at him perplexed, brows raised in curiosity meanwhile Sakusa shook his head with a resigned sigh.

"Wait, what's the age difference? Is (Y/n) still my age or my daughter's age - 'cause that's a whole other story."

"Daughter's age I guess?" Shoyo shrugged, looking to Bokuto for assurance.

"Then what's the age difference between me an' (Y/n)?" Atsumu asked again, mentally calculating in his head before Bokuto jumped in.

"Why so many questions? You never gave anyone else this much thought."

Silence. Likely concocting a lie.

"Yes I did!"

You were certain the team had mentally flashed back to the instant "Not you." they'd received and focused on the severe lack of questions he'd asked regarding them.

"No you didn't."

"Nope, literally was right here when you said it."

You thought he would've come up with a better lie.

"Then— then it's because (Y/n) isn't a teammate."

"Woah! HOW DARE YOU 'TSUM 'TSUM!" Kōtarō clutched you immediately, pointing an accusing finger at his setter. "(Y/n) is apart of the team, just because they don't play on court doesn't make them less important!"

"That's not what I—"

"For the record, I'd treat your daughter amazingly Atsumu! I'd bring her flowers, make her smile, and care for her when she's sick by making dinner. Oh! We could cook together too - maybe she'd like to visit new cities and restaurants with me." You gleamed momentarily, the way he'd crossed his arms and looked away from you with a pout amusing you slightly.

"No not happening, yer a terrible match for ma daughter and I won't allow it."

"Guess it's Sakusa who wins the date." You casually shrugged, Kiyoomi grimacing at the thought.

"I didn't want it in the first place."

"Omi Omi don't be so rude!"

You rolled your eyes as they all went to begin practice with varying farewells, yourself returning to your own role with nothing more than a playful smile.

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It wasn’t until practice was over did you realise you hadn’t quite escaped their shenanigans for the day regardless of your speedy exit. Atsumu cornering you whilst you collected your belongings.

"Yer in a hurry, ya got plans?"

"Actually I'm eating at home tonight."

"Oh was ma daughter unavailable fer ya to take out to dinner?" It was said pettily, a childish tone in play that only caused you to shoot a snarky remark to the MSBY setter.

"Atsumu, are you jealous of your non-existent daughter?"

There was a moment of pause where he shot you an expression of pure offence that soon morphed into an intense stare off - him breaking far quicker than you'd thought.

"She gets to do all this cool stuff with ya and yer haven't even met! We don't do any of that and I've know ya fer ages!"

"Atsumu... all you gotta do is ask y'know? We can hang out when we’re both free."

“No that’s not what I mean! I don't want my daughter dating you because I wanna date you!" Your eyes widened at the proclamation, so that was why he was acting so weird about this whole thing.

“Date me? Atsumu are you feeling alright?”

You only received a groan mixed with defeat and aggravation, the man carefully linking arms with you and once again bring you to his teammates.

"I've changed my mind on (Y/n). It's all worked out." Though sceptical at Atsumus’ apparent newfound confidence in the previous matter, Hinata was the one to hes Tōya toy question his setter.

"So... you'd let your daughter date (Y/n)?"

"Hell no! My daughter can't date her parent, that's just wrong."

"Atsumu!" Immediately you pushed his proud frame with a shocked and frustrated yelp, the team practically howling at the idiocy you’d both displayed.

"What? We're gonna—"

"Shut up Miya! You're going to say something I'll want to slap you for."

Of course they’d worked out he liked you from earlier, but the last thing they expected was this open chaos - you certainly weren’t going to date him anytime soon now.

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atsumwah · 2 years

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miya atsumu is the type of man who still gets flustered when you flirt with him. regardless of how long yall are together, he still turns into a flustered mess if you flirt especially out in public

miya atsumu is the type of man who will shamelessly yell "i love you!" when he drops you off at work. he's aware everyone knows about your relationship so why not embarass you a lil bit? saying "i love you" back is nice and all but the real satisfaction comes when you tell him to shut up and run inside the building <3

miya atsumu is the type of man who will hold your heels for you. he always has an extra pair of shoes in his car if you ever feel like switching but if you're out he doesn't mind giving his shoes for you to wear and going barefoot for a while.

miya atsumu is the type of man who wears shorts a lot. at home, during practice, even when you're going out together, that's his go-to outfit. he has an infinite amount of them in his closet. it drives him mad (in the best way) when you wear them too.

miya atsumu is the type of man who will take a lot selfies on your phone. not just one or ten, oh no, his selfies can fit a whole other album. and it's all these unflattering pictures of him he'd never dare post to the public.

miya atsumu is the type of man who will cut you off with a kiss. like when you're rambling or nervous about something, he'll give a quick peck to make you pause and take a breather. or when you look too pretty for a date night out, he can't help but capture your lips and make sure you know what kind of effect you have on him. either way, it's a win win situation.

notes : been feeling kind of down this past week but this man is my comfort character so reading all the fluff in the tags made me feel better <3 i actually might do this w mattsun next huhu

reblogs nd likes are appreciated !!

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aiiku · 1 year

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friendship 100.

miya atsumu x gn reader

word count 2,816

synopsis in which atsumu dreams about a friend in a way friends shouldn’t dream about other friends.

tags non-graphic description of violence and death (describing an imagined fight scene), some suggestive thoughts but nothing explicit, mutual pining!!!, idiots/friends to lovers.

notes oh to star in the dreams of the man of your dreams </3

"—and shit got even more fucked up after that," Atsumu exclaims, eyes bright and wide.

There's tension in the air as he pauses right before the climax of his story to take a much-needed sip of water. You inch closer to him marginally — whether it's because you're hanging off of his words, keen to hear the next part, or to get a better look as he wets the bottom of his lip, you try not to focus on. He puts the glass back down with a sharp clink and looks at you with that eager-eyed finality that twists your stomach into knots.

"Remember that snake thing from the desert?" He waits for you to nod your head before smirking. "Out of fucking nowhere—" he starts, and you just barely jump away when his fist shoots forward. His knuckles kiss the skin of your hand, grazing the tight curves as you squeeze his cushion to your chest. "Bang! Just like that!"

"No way," you groan, "but ‘Samu totally killed it!"

"That's exactly what you said in my dream, too!" Atsumu beams like he's proud his subconscious was able to replicate the real you so accurately. "But 'Samu ain't shit, so then we had to fight off the snake and the other fuckers."

You spot the bounce of his knee and it isn't long before Atsumu’s delving into the intricacies of the battle that reigned his night: his hands soar through the air, swiftly enough to bite your cheeks, as he tells you about the explosions he cast on his enemies; he slaps the palm of his hand with a sharpness that's pathetic compared to the way your dream counterpart slashed through demonic heads; he goes so far as to kick his leg out to the side when he recalls how Osamu was booted to his death. On any other day, your gaze might have faltered to the subtle reveal of his thigh, tanned and thick and all too hard to miss, but you're so enraptured by the boyish grin on his face and the overzealous way he commits to acting out his dream to notice.

"—and then you and me did this badass move where you went like—" his hand arcs through the air "—going for its head, and I went for its heart, and we nailed that bastard at the same fucking time." He grins as if he'd really done all of that, and you're too invested in his excitement to tell him that there's no way on Earth you'd ever let him fling you through the air like dream-Atsumu had done to you. "I even managed to catch your ass before you fell to your death, so you're welcome. You owe me for that."

"My saviour." You roll your eyes. "What happened after? Did we manage to find the tomb?"

"Uh…" He scratches the back of his head, gaze faltering to the space just over your shoulder. "I can't really remember."

For as long as you've known him, Atsumu’s been unafraid to tell the truth, consequences be damned; you've always appreciated his bluntness, trusting that he'll give it to you straight when everyone else would sugarcoat their words. Behind ill-formed pranks and jokes that scarcely ever land as he intended, he's a man of cold, hard truth.

He's also just a really, really bad liar.

He can chalk it up to the principles of the truth always coming out in the end and he can blame it on his damn guilty conscience, but it doesn't change the fact that Atsumu turns cherry red on the few occasions he does lie, despite the fact that he never gets away with it.

(Well, almost never.)

It’s how you know he's keeping something from you now as you fit yourself back into his line of sight, only for him to find something new to inspect. The apples of his cheek flush, and he must feel the heat rising up his neck because he tries changing the subject—

"So, the weather's been good—"

—but you won't let him get away with that. He's been recounting his dream in vivid detail, so you refuse to believe he can't remember its ending.

"You're so full of shit," you interrupt, grinning at how quick he is to pout at you. "What happened?"

"Nothing, seriously." He shrugs. "We just… You know, high-fived. And then I woke up."

"That's so anticlimactic," you boo. "There's no way it all ended like that, so what really happened? Is it something embarrassing?"

He doesn't answer, playing with the string of his shorts, still vehemently avoiding your gaze.

(This time your eyes do stop for a little at his thighs, but you tear them away to search his face for more tells.)

"Did you die?"

He snorts, "Am I a scrub?"

You want to say yes, but you know that Atsumu would use that as an excuse to start a back-and-forth argument to divert your attention. You stay focused. He's twirled the lace around his finger so tightly it's gone pale. He's also been avoiding your gaze since you asked what happened next.

"Did something happen to me?" You frown, crossing your arms. "Did I die?"

"No!"

You ignore his exclamation in favour of hitting him with the cushion. "You killed me in your dreams, didn't you?"

You hold back your laughter to call him a murderer, and he yanks the pillow out of your hand with a petulant 'Oi, I didn't, I swear!' throwing it off to the side.

"You're safe in my arms, you idiot," he huffs, pushing his hair back off his forehead.

(And oh, if that didn't make your heart skip the smallest beat.

You wonder if that rings true outside of his dreams, too.)

"Now I'm kinda wishing I did kill you off, though."

"Shut up," you say, lightly pushing him away. "Tell me what happened."

"But you're doing such a swell job of guessing," he teases with a smirk. "I'm sure the answer's somewhere in that big head of yours."

You scowl at him, some lame comment about him being a jealous airhead on the tip of your tongue when you think—

"You've got a big head."

"Is that all you've got?"

"No, I mean, you probably gave yourself the person of your dreams or whatever. Like you're some kind of hero, getting the princess in the end, glorifying yourself and shit."

"What? No." But that blush on his cheeks only darkens, and if you haven't already hit the nail on its head, then you're definitely on the right track to finding it.

"Oh, now you have to tell me," you insist. "Who was it?"

"It's not that!" he says, but his voice comes out whiney and childish; if you were truly off your mark, he would've sounded a lot more smug.

"Was it that woman who gave you the map?"

"Ew, she was an old hag."

"Is it someone we know?"

"N-No, shut up." He sees your grin widen and he hops off the sofa, heading to his kitchen. "I need water," he says, completely ignoring his half-full glass of water on the coffee table.

You follow hot on his tail.

"Is it Kita-san?"

"No."

"Aran-san? Suna?"

"No and fuck no."

"That girl in the second row?"

"No," he says, turning to you with a newly-filled cup. "And she died in the volcano part."

"Then who is it?"

"I didn't get with anyone!"

"You're such a bad liar," you laugh, stopping beside him and pulling out a glass for yourself. "Just tell me who it was."

"Do you want me to say it was you, is that it?"

The glass almost slips in your hand.

(Maybe.)

"W-What?" You turn the tap on with more force than necessary, staring into the stream to avoid his eyes on you. "Ew, no."

(Yes.)

"Bet you wish it was you, huh?" He smirks over the lip of his cup. "You wanna kiss me real bad, don't you? Is that what you dream about?"

"Don't deflect," you groan, pointedly not denying his accusations.

(You can catch onto his lying very easily. You don't want to find out if he can do the same.)

There's a moment of silence after. He polishes off his drink as you stare him down, letting your gaze wander to the bob of his Atsumu's apple (—yes, he still insists on calling it that. You hate that your brain listens to him.) and then back up. He wipes the back of his hand against his lips, leaving his glass in the sink. He hasn't looked at you since you last spoke, and, though it hasn't even been two minutes since, that's far too long a time for Atsumu to stay quiet.

Against your better judgement, you ask, "Was it me?"

"That— That'd be a nightmare, then."

"You're not answering the question, Atsumu." You take a gulp of water, but it does little in helping you swallow your nerves. "If it wasn't, just say no. No hard feelings."

He closes his eyes, taking in a deep breath, voice low like he's repeating a mantra to himself. "I don't need to answer you."

"Was our 'high-five' a euphemism for us kissing?"

"You wish."

"Fine, you win." Your lips quirk into a little smirk before you sigh loudly. "It's just a bit sad that you've got no bitches in your fantasies, too."

"It's perfectly normal!" he exclaims, and it's so unnecessarily loud you almost choke on your sip. "We're friends! Friends do that shit!"

"Wait, what?" you splutter. You don't think you've ever seen him so red and you wish you had your phone to immortalise the moment. "Did you really?"

"As if you've never done that!"

"I haven't!" (You think he's too embarrassed to pick up on your fib. You're glad for that. Or maybe he's just not as good at reading you as he claims to be. You're glad for that, too.) "Are you being serious right now?"

"Shut up," he groans, leaning over the sink and glaring down at the metal surface. "It was barely a peck!"

"I can't believe you dream-kissed me without my consent."

"Shut up," he insists, looking like he's about halfway through planning to squeeze himself down his drainpipe and live out the rest of his life in the underground sewage system. "You enjoyed it! Matter of fact, you were begging me for more!"

He faces you now, face still blaring his humiliation, but a half-hearted smirk tugs at his lips.

"Was I now?"

"Yep! You were all 'Oh, 'Tsumu—'" you'd be offended by how he imitates your voice if your stomach wasn't hurting from laughing so much at him "'—darling, baby, c'mere and make out with me, please. Need your sexy hot lips on mine or I'm gonna die'—"

You snort. "Oh, that sounds just like me."

"—and you were yapping about how you couldn't get enough of me, how irresistible I am—"

"You're so lame," you sigh, shaking your head as he rambles about how tightly you clung to him, how he swears he could feel you still hanging onto him desperately when he woke up. You throw the last drops of your water at his face, hoping to pull him out of the reverie he'd fallen into. "Do you dream of kissing all your friends?"

"Only the ugly— ow, I was kidding!" He rubs over the spot where you pinched him. "Sheesh, that hurts."

"Good."

Atsumu looks like he's about to say something more, but decides against it, taking the glass from your hand.

You know that whatever thought popped into his mind is still weighing down on him when he actually starts washing the two glasses you just used.

"What's on your mind now?"

He puts one glass into the rack and holds the next one in his hand, watching himself turn it over.

He takes a deep breath in. "Have you ever done that? Like, dreamt about… You know. Or did I just out myself as a massive creep?"

And you know he's trying to have something of a serious conversation right now, but you don't have his confidence to admit, Yeah, actually. And you starred in all of them.

So you look away and say, "Nope, you're just a creep."

He laughs breathlessly and the sound's drowned out as he washes the suds off the cup.

The moment feels lighter when he shakes the water off his hands and onto your face, and asks, "But if you had to dream about one of us, it'd be…"

He waits for you to fill in the gap and you roll your eyes, saying ‘probably 'Samu,’ because you think that'll annoy him the most.

"We've got the same face," he points out, as if their faces haven't made up 99% of your life thus far. "So you basically wanna kiss me, too."

"Definitely not," you grin. "You look like you use too much tongue."

"You weren't complaining about that last night," he teases, sticking his tongue out for good measure.

You hate how quickly butterflies swarm in your tummy at the thought of actually spending the night with him.

(You hate how it won't ever be true.)

"Shut up," you dismiss, backing away when he tries to grab you with his wet hands. "I'm telling 'Samu about this, by the way."

"O-Oi, wait!" The finesse Atsumu carries himself with on the court disappears and he stumbles in his chase after you. "Don't you dare!"

He catches up to you easily, pulling you into his side before dragging both of you down onto the sofa. He keeps your head nestled in the crook of his armpit and you don't bother fighting him on it, losing yourself to the subtle notes of citrus and labdanum that cling to him like a honeybee on blooming orchids.

His embrace falls slack, his arm loosely hanging over your shoulder. You look up at him and his head rests against the back of the sofa, eyes shut. His eyelashes are unfairly long, casting dainty shadows across the rose still dusting his cheeks; the sunset warms the sharp line of his jaw, painting his face in a soft, burnt orange.

Maybe if you close your eyes, you could reimagine the streaks to be the blood smeared across dream-Atsumu's face. Maybe if you sunk into his arms a little more, it would feel like he was holding you to his chest the same way he had last night.

And maybe Atsumu was just teasing you earlier, but you know that there's more truth in your dreamself's eagerness to kiss him than you'd ever like to admit.

(Atsumu has always said that the truth will find a way to come out.)

(Atsumu is a firm believer in making his dreams come true.)

Bonus:

You leave and Atsumu spends the rest of his day thinking about that scene in the kitchen, hating himself.

He's a man of high calibre, tabloids painting him as this charming, heartbreaker of a bachelor. He thinks of himself as suave — maybe even a little sensual, suggestive, seductive. . .

He thinks back to the moment with his head in his hands.

Because for all that he could have done with you — to you — like reeling you in closer to himself, like pinning you to his counter so you'd have nowhere to go, nothing to focus on but him, like dipping in and giving you a taste of just how much tongue he would use—

—what he really did was use the phrase 'sexy hot lips' and let you slip out of his fingertips, making an utter fool of himself.

Not that he's in it too frequently anyway, but he doesn't think he'll be able to stand in his own kitchen for a while. Maybe for a few months. Probably for the rest of his lonely, lonely life.

He shoots his brother a text for dinner.

(He gets told to heat up leftovers and decides to go to bed hungry instead.)

He groans and sighs and buries his face in the cushion you'd hit him with so many times earlier.

(If he holds it just right, he can feel the ghost of your touch pinching the pillow just beneath his fingers.)

And he spends the rest of his day imagining what you'd feel like caged between his arms, not a lick of space left between your bodies.

Bonus 2:

Atsumu's just turned on his lamp, the day heavy on his shoulders. He wants nothing more than to sink into the comfort of cashmere wool when his phone buzzes on his side table.

crybaby: almost as ugly as you (image attached)

crybaby: good night stinky

crybaby: try not to dream of kissing me again please :* <3

And, against your wishes, he goes to sleep praying that that's exactly what he dreams about tonight, too.

(And, unbeknownst to him, that's exactly why you put that thought into his head.)

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romiyaro · 2 years

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Men!!!

cw: implied fem!reader, referred to as girlfriend (or so ig)

a/n: no idea of word count i just wanted to warm up my writing gears. positive criticism appreciated, like, reblog, comment if you like this and would like to see a part 2 (which gosh i want aby to write so spam her inbox yall i wanna read the rest in her writing )

for a part 2 contact @/sanoinc cuz my brain ded

Your eyebrows twitch in annoyance as you stare at the unchanging google doc.

It's been 30 minutes already and Atsumu has yet to add another word to the document. You can see his cursor on the doc, and he told you he's researching what he's going to write.

But it surely wouldn't need thirty fucking minutes to research about MBTI types, would it?

You call him. The phone rings for a moment before Atsumu picks. "Hey babe, I'm still researchin'. Gimme a minute."

"Alright." You reply, crisp and short. You don't hang up, hoping he doesn't notice. And to your smug chagrin, he doesn't notice. You can hear the slight creak of his gaming chair as he twirls around, already imagining him putting the headphones around his neck back on.

And his next words don't disappoint you at all. "Hey, I'm back. Where were we?"

"Who was that?" It's faint but you can tell it's Osamu from the strong accent.

"Y/n. They have been pestering me with a stupid project. I'll do it later." His tone sounds carefree, ignorant of you seething on the other side of the phone. You throw your phone on the pillow, muting yourself worried you might say something in anger. Sighing, you fall back on the bed, project all but forgotten.

Yes, it carried no marks. But the topic was MBTIs, and learning more about the MBTI of your partner. You had taken a leave of two days from your part time job to get this group project done with. And a little part of you also wanted to have a little bonding time with your silly boyfriend.

So when he did what he did right now, it really grated on your nerves in the wrong way.

You sigh once again, and your roommate looks over. "What's got you sighing like that?"

"It's nothing," you wave it away, "Just a ruined project, and a ruined mood." You mumble the last part, not wanting to bother your bestie with your boyfriend troubles.

She doesn't get the hint, furrowing her brows as she asks, "Is it Atsumu again?"

You chuckle, nodding your head, "Yeah, kinda." Gosh, the entire world could tell when you were dissatisfied with your boyfriend. Everyone except him.

"Y'know, you can always play dirty." She winks at you.

Your mouth falls slack, "No. I'm not sending Atsumu a nude." Hell nah, you were not bold enough to do that. Your roommate was a risky little shit, but that didn't mean that you would let her influence your reasoning.

"Your call," She shrugs, knowing she couldn't persuade you unless you wanted it, "It works for me." She rolls back into the cocoon of her blankets, resuming to idly watch Instagram reels.

You bite your lip, pondering over the suggestion. The wheels whirr in your brain, frustration from your boyfriend's neglect, and anger from earlier clouding your judgment as you grab your phone and head to the dresser.

Sitting before the waist-length mirror, you pull off your tshirt, exposing your bra-clad skin to the mirror. Biting your lip, you open the camera, trying different poses and angles. You pout, reviewing the pictures, none of them seem appealing enough. The images are blurry and the lighting seems kinda dull.

"Want some help with that?" the cheery voice rings behind you. You laugh. Oh, you could you forget that little minx.

"Yes," you nod, "I'll treat you to fries." You promise.

Ro jumps off her bed in one fell swoop. She turns off the lights and switches on the LEDs she taped around the room for this sole purpose. Now bathed in a romantic red color, you glance at yourself in the mirror.

You have to admit you look hot. The lights do your skintone justice and it blurs your face, making it hard to realize who you are. Ro giggles mischievously, "Now comes the good part."

She smacks at your spine. "Ow!" you groan, arching your back. Grabbing your shoulder she whispers urgently, "Hold that pose." She straightens your shoulders out a bit, making your chest pop lewdly. But the lighting falls on your chest, reflecting a pretty red all over your exposed body. The shadow falls on your waist, making it look more appealing.

Ro hands you the phone, camera open and timer for 10 seconds started. She hurriedly sets the phone in your hand, leaping out of the way when 5 seconds are left, "Don't move!" she whispers. The camera shutters, capturing an image of you bathed in red and partially covering your face. You look at the image closely.

A smile lights up your face. The picture turned out very good, lewd but not pornographic, enough to tease. You haven't felt this hot in a while. And you like this. Turning to Ro, you exclaim, "We should do this more often!"

She laughs, "I do this all the time. You tell me when you wanna rile that bitch up again. I'll help you." Her smug smirk tells you she loves the idea of torturing others. And she would be down for another session later.

You send the image to Atsumu, clicking back to the phone call that's been going on for 45 whole minutes already. With bated breath you listen in on his conversation with Osamu.

"Hold up, 'Samu. I got a message from y/n on discord."

"Ya should really get working on the proj-"

There's a dull thud from the other side. You wonder what happened and as if answering your question Osamu hollers, "HOW THE FUCK DID YA JUST FALL OF THAT CHAIR, 'TSUMU-"

"I- JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, 'SAMU I-" Atsumu's muffled groans reverberate throught he phone and you giggle, accidntally hitting unmute on your phone.

The other side goes silent for a second. You hear shuffling from the other side and Atsumu's voice this time is clear as daylight as he exclaims, "Ya didn't hang up?"

You peep amidst laughter, "No- didn't-"

"Ya mean," you can imagine him drearily gulping, "Ya heard all of that?"

"I did." You smile, "And I didn't hang up cuz I wanted to tell you that," You lower your voice, mysteriously whispering, "You can get the uncensored version of that pic if you finish the theory work of the project tonight." You resolutely hang up, cutting his high pitched excited squeal off.

#atsumu x fem reader #x fem reader #x fem!reader #tw fem!reader #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #atsumu scenarios #atsumu imagines #miya atsumu imagines #miya atsumu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #atsumu fluff

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dokifluffs · 2 years

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Always | Miya Atsumu

Pairing: Atsumu X Reader (gender neutral)

Genre: implied yandere 😳, fluffy? angsty

Author’s Note: ive been getting yandere and haikyuu vibes as of late 😗

Warnings: implied yandere!! language, manipulation of emotions, toxic!

The house felt so still, so empty. If there was an old clock, you were sure you could hear it while standing in any room in the house. Your eyes burned staying open but your mind and body wouldn’t let you sleep, not without him by your side, his touch easing you into sleep as he traced shapes into your back or the feel of his fingers patting your head, the sound of his heart beat slowing down in your ear as he slept beside you. You couldn’t sleep without Atsumu.

You yawned for the nth time, your dried eyes burning as they teared up from your yawn. The house felt like it was sleeping already while you saw awake, the room and house dim as you sat beside the single source of light that was currently on, the lamp.

Just as you rested your chin on your arms hugging your knees, the sound of keys jingling caught your attention. You stood from your seat on the wrinkly worn leather couch and approached the door, not minding the blanket as it pooled onto the ground. The carpet sunk beneath your feet as you walked, the fibers sounding and feeling like a strange sand.

“Welcome home,” your heart swelled, smiling seeing Atsumu step through the door. He was finally home and it just meant you were that much closer to sleeping easier.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing up?” He scowled as he set down his things, exhausted from a long day of work. He got stuck in traffic this morning which made him the tiniest bit late but his boss was unforgiving, always sure to pick on him and flaunt his tardiness or anything that was off. It didn’t help when his coworker bumped into him, spilling his coffee all over his papers. All he had been thinking about all day was to just come home and sleep, starting a new one tomorrow. “I told you to be in bed asleep at 11:30, why can’t you do that?” He spit as he advanced toward you with a couple steps.

It felt like your body was frozen in place, your feet and hands were getting cold, your words and thoughts stuttered and stiff in your head, caught in your throat before you could even try to say anything.

“Don’t you love me?” He asked, his voice going up toward the end. “Cause it sure doesn’t feel like it seeing you awake, against what I fucking said.”

“I-“

“I told you to be in bed by 11:30. That was nearly two hours ago, Y/N. Can’t you do anything right?” He glared down to you, twisting the knife he had inside to keep you with him.

“I- I do love you,” you squeaked, your voice wavering and unsteady but all you could hear were the rumbles- the sound of the tears blurring your vision, your head suddenly lighter. You felt so broken as you spoke, honestly not knowing if you were saying it out of love or fear or both for him. “I- I do love you, Atsumu...” it felt like a piercing in your heart that went deep, going in slowly.

“Then why the hell are you not asleep upstairs in bed?” He raised his voice just a little as you cowered, his anger and stress from today getting the best of him, he didn’t even notice how shaken you were. He turned away and held the bridge of his nose between his eyes, his other hand resting on his hip, gathering himself.

Your breathing quickened and it looked like the corners of your vision were blurring, the door behind him was suddenly a dark, blurry blob, your thoughts all fuzzed you and mixed with random words flying by. Love, Atsumu, anger. Your legs gave in without your realization until your knees hit the ground, the carpet rubbing harshly against your bare skin. You pressed the palm of your hands to your squeezed shut eyes, tears leaking down your cheeks. You took in short, sharp breaths, crumbling down every time you breathed out.

When he turned back around, all the anger he felt simmered away. Guilt replaced the anger, now burning him on the inside. “Y/N, I’m sorry for snapping on you,” he sighed as he knelt down, stroking your forearm, your skin as soft as any silk on the back of his fingers. “I had a rough day at work,” he reasoned. But his words felt like they weren’t getting to you.

You moved away from his touch, breaking. “I-I do love you, Atsumu. I’m only awake cause I can’t sleep properly without you.” You sobbed, your voice shaking and your lips trembling, the tears glistening down your cheeks, slipping out of your parks on the darkness.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have raised my voice,” he tried to take your hands from your eyes when you pulled away again with greater force. “Ah don’t be like that~” he tried to brighten the mood but still refused his touch. Atsumu loved you, he did. He truly did, but he hated it when you rejected him in any way, shape, or form. Especially now when he knew he was in the wrong and apologized. You should’ve accepted it and made up by now.

“Y/N.” His entire voice changed, your cries and entire body instinctively reacting to it, freezing hearing your name being said in that tone. “Come here.”

You hesitantly removed your hands from your eyes, bone-chilling fear running down your body, raising goosebumps all over your arms and legs as you looked up to him. His eyes were dead and cold looking down to you as he knelt. “Don’t make me say it again,” he grimaced, everything about him different from before, different from the Atsumu you knew now and reminding you of the Atsumu you once knew, the one you had to know, the one he trained you to fear.

You moved your body into his open arms and wrapped your arms around his neck, your legs wrapping around your waist. With a heavy, relieving sigh, he embraced you in his arms, burying his nose into your shoulder as he took your scent in that mixed with a hint of his from the shirt you wore which was one of his. He told you to wear it whenever you were home.

“Isn’t this nice?” He asked. He squeezed you hard in his arms for a brief moment, savoring the feeling of your warmth through his dress shirt that he had to wear for work. “Aw, shh,” he hushed you, running a hand down your back repeatedly. You didn’t make any noise but he could feel your tears making a wet spot on his shoulder, your hands gripping his shirt.

Entering the bedroom, he shut the door behind him with his foot and sat you down on the bed, the mattress dipping to your weight. He left you without a word and showered briefly, back to you in no time. All he wore were his boxers, his hair damp and fresh, his body practically steaming from the hot water. The mattress dipped and the springs within whined beneath his weight. He laid onto his pillow and flipped open the covers and opened his arms, inviting you in.

Your eyes were puffed up and red, burning more than ever. You laid partially on top of him, your head resting partially on his chest and shoulder, close to his head.

“I said sorry, Y/N, I really am.” He had the arm you laid under looped around you, his hand rubbing your arm soothingly as he brought the other to your face, his thumb rubbing your reddened cheek as you hyperventilated, your arm draped over his torso. “Don’t cry anymore, baby, okay? You know I love you.” He leaned over to press a kiss to your forehead as you nodded slowly on him, calming down the best you could. “And I know you love me too. Now get some sleep. I’m here.”

He stayed awake despite his own fatigue til you were sound asleep, your breaths tickling his skin, his touch never lingering yours and legs tangled together beneath the covers. “I’ll always be here,” he whispered to your forehead.

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ichigoromi · 2 years

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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | 𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 | 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

Atsumu is a hopeless romantic. I stand by that. No one can change my mind.

I'm a hopeless romantic too.

Pairing: Miya Atsumu (timeskip) x fem reader! (she/her)

Genre (s): Romance, Fluff

Warning (s): Maybe just a little surprise in the end? There may be some misunderstanding and t/w: ed/ not actual but just hints of it.

Enjoy!

Everyone has been asking about you two.

Exactly, when is the wedding going to be? You and Atsumu have been together for five years already.

And there’s not even a single picture of you or him at any ring shop.

Honestly, it was worrying both your parents and his.

But fret not; you two have been talking about the future, and they do not have to worry.

Atsumu has been planning something for months. The perfect proposal, or so he says.

He knows you love Okinawa, and recently, you have been pretty busy with work and stressed.

So this was the perfect opportunity for him.

With the persuasion of your best friends and the constant whining of your boyfriend, you decided to take a break from work and go on a vacation with him.

So, a week later, you two arrived in Okinawa.

Atsumu prepared an itinerary that consists of your favourite places and lots of restaurants. It was well-planned, and you could tell that he put in a lot of effort to plan this trip, including the accommodation.

He got the best suite in the hotel and one with the best view and amenities.

But why did he plan this trip?

“Babe, wear this.” In his hands held a kimono.

“Tsumu, I don’t know how to…My mother always helps me with it.” Every time you need to wear a kimono, your mother is there to help you.

Now, it’s only your boyfriend.

“I know how to do it. I’ll help ya.” And so he did. Atsumu is exceptionally good at it.

Did he do this for his ex-girlfriends too?

“Who taught you? Your ex-girlfriends?” That came out harsher than you expected.

It seems like someone is a little jealous.

“I learned it from yer mother. Don’t worry, yer the only one I’ve helped.” He leans down to kiss the back of your neck.

You pout your lips and push him away, but Atsumu easily cages you in between his arms.

“We’ve been together for five years; my exes mean nothing. You’re the only one for me. Now, stop pouting. I’ll change now.” He plants another kiss on your lips.

“Fine. I’ll wait for you outside. I need to do my makeup.” You pat his bum and heads out of the bathroom for him.

While waiting for him outside the bathroom, you felt your stomach lurching and the bile rising in your throat.

“Tsumu! I need the toilet!” You hurriedly pound on the door.

Atsumu got the door, and you rushed in, bending over the toilet bowl, purging your guts out.

“Woah, what happened? Are ya okay?” He helped you up, and you flushed the toilet.

Was it the sashimi that you two had for lunch? But he is fine…

“Don’t worry; it’s probably the sashimi. Maybe my immune system has weakened. Ugh, my lipstick is ruined. I need to brush my teeth. Can you get me some warm water?”

Wait a minute; this is not the first time you have been puking your guts out.

And you were eating more than usual. Plus, he did notice you taking more naps than usual.

What the hell is going on?

“Alright, I’m ready! Let’s go for dinner! I’m starving.”

Atsumu took hold of your hands.

“Babe…are you hiding something from me? I love you for who you are, and you don’t have to change anything.”

Now, what is he on to?

“Huh? Tsumu, what are ya talkin’ ‘bout? I love myself a lot too. Now, can we go for dinner? I’m starving.”

Maybe it’s a complex subject to talk openly about, but he will get to it again.

---

It was the homey restaurant located on the outskirts of the main city, near the beach. The first place that you and Atsumu met. You knew it as he made the familiar turns to the restaurant.

Your stomach growls as you enter the cosy premises.

“Oh my! Honey, it’s our favourite couple! And matching Kimonos!” The lady boss exclaims and envelops you both in a hug.

She brings you guys to the best table, which has the best view facing the beach, and the windows are open to let the evening sea breeze in.

Everything was going well, and you ate a lot and even ordered extras.

While waiting for the dessert, Atsumu requested the owners to make it slower, so he had more time to make his proposal.

He cleared his throat, and you turned to look at him.

“Babe, we’ve been together for five years, and I love ya so much. Ya always know how to cheer me up and humble me when ya need to. Your smiles are the best, and movin’ in with ya was the best decision I made three years ago.”

He got out of his seat and bent down on one knee.

Eh? What’s going on?

OH.

“I’m glad that I met ya in this restaurant. Those six months of chasing ya were the best and hopefully a story to tell our kids in the future. I love you, and will you-”

Suddenly, you cover your mouth with your hand and rush to the toilet.

He got up and rushed after you but was stopped by the lady boss.

“You should’ve told us that your girlfriend is pregnant!”

Pregnant?

“Huh? Isn’t she-” It all makes sense now.

Nausea, increase in appetite and fatigue. It all adds up.

When you finally came out of the restroom, Atsumu immediately ran to you and tightly wrapped his arms around you.

“T-too tight! Let me go! I say yes!”

Yes?

“Oh yeah! I was proposing to you, hehe….” He fumbles a little and finally gets the ring box out. He slips the ring onto your finger, and you marvelled at it.

Then you remembered dessert.

“Thank you so much for planning this whole trip and this proposal, but can we go back to the table? I want to have the dessert.”

“Okay, but can we stop by the pharmacy? I think we need to buy a few pregnancy tests….” He whispered the last part in your ear.

---

[Later in the hotel…]

Positive.

Pregnant.

Two red lines.

Positive.

Positive with a baby growing inside of you.

“Now, shall we go look for our houses after returning?” Atsumu kisses your cheeks as he peers over your shoulders.

“No. We should announce our engagement and our pregnancy first. Then, we can go look for houses.” You turn around and pull him into a kiss.

Hehehe, this is kind of the old format that I used to write in but I like this better because I realised how small the text was when it was minimised on the phone screen. It could be my own eyesight and also the editor. Recently, I am unable to select the whole text and make it small or when I am able to make it small, I am unable to continue to type in small.

It's a little annoying but I'll try my best to work with it.

With love,

Rosalie🍓

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hallabongie · 2 years

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forever and always

a/n: miya atsumu x reader fluff angst

!warning! involves newly pregnant reader and the two of them figuring out what to do next. not proofread all that well, some language. i know this subject can be one that people arent comfortable with and im sure that my writing is not the best of it but i wanted to try. please know that i mean no offense by putting this piece out here

Your pasta dinner remained untouched, growing cold. The Spotify playlist of “Restaurant Jazz” was no longer playing softly in the background. Only the two voices could be heard in the shared apartment.

“Y/n, can we please just talk about this??!” Atsumu strained, now sitting by your side at the dinner table.

You shot him an incredulous look. “What is there to talk about tsumu? I’m pregnant, and we are in no place to be having a baby!” You tried to keep your voice level but to no avail from the sheer stress of the situation.

“The circumstances aren’t ideal but this is our child we’re talking about.”

“You don’t think I know that?! You don’t think that’s been racking my brain for the past two weeks?!? Atsumu we are not ready to be having a child….I’m not ready. Not ready for that commitment. ”

He visibly stilled at those words. But you had meant it. He could tell. “You say that like we’re not forever. You say that like you don’t see me being with you for the rest of our lives, like I wouldn’t ever be the father to your kids.” There was pain there. Nothing but hurt.

You couldn’t help but really look at his face now. You knew your words hit hard but it was the truth. You couldn’t hide that away from him. “ Miya Atsumu. I love you with my entire being. You are my whole world and you have my heart. I love you just as you love me, you know that. But this is a child, a living human being we’d be bringing into the world-“

“We’ve talked about having kids before” Atsumu counters.

“Yes we have! But not this soon tsumu! Fuck, don’t you see? We are no where near close to being ready to have a kid. We’re still fucking kids ourselves! We are 22 years old and you have your volley ball which takes up so much of your time. You’re seriously trying to tell me that you are ready to have a kid and that you might have to give some of that up??

“If it means having our children then yes I’d make it fucking work!” his voice now raising

“You are barely around now, how would you be around for the kid? Think about it, this is the first night you’ve had off in weeks! I haven’t been able to sit down with you for more than 15 minutes until now!”

“Y/n our child would take precedence over that. YOU take precedence over that? Don’t you know me well enough by now to realize I’d be there? That I’m always going to be there for you and our future?!?”

You couldn’t help the tears streaming down your face now as you roughly wiped at your cheeks to try and stop them. It had all been too much. The minute you took that test you knew, knew it in your gut that you were pregnant. It hadn’t really hit you until you were stuffing the evidence in the trash covering it with toilet paper. You didn’t know what this meant for you and Atsumu.

“Baby please, I understand that this is terrifying and that there’s no way I could fully know what you are feeling and that it is way sooner than we ever anticipated. But I promise, I will be there for this child. Every fucking step of the way. I’m going to be there for you. Please, just think about this some more with me. I love you, you are my everything, my future. I’ve always wanted a family with you and who says we can’t start now?”

you raise your head to meet his eyes with his again. You could feel your heart slowly breaking; whether from the gravity of the situation or how you had ever allowed atsumu to think you doubted him or just the pure want and utter love radiating from his words. “I never doubted that’d you be there for the child or for me tsumu. Never once did I think that. I just- I am just overwhelmed and so fucking terrified right now.”

“I know baby I know”

You continue “I’ve always seen you as forever. I’ve always seen us starting a family...i just thought we would have had a couple more years.” Atsumu is holding is breath, waiting for what words will leave your mouth next.

You pause and take a deep breath. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I have wanted children with you since we started dating, so if you think we’re ready to have this child then I believe you. If you think we’re ready for this part of our journey, I believe you.”

“I do. I really do.”

“Okay”

“Okay” he whispers. He moves closer and rests his forehead against yours.

You stayed there for a moment. You heard his breath hitch and hesitate for a bit before asking “so, are we going to do this?”

You moved back out of his reach so you could see his face. The same face you fell in love with during your first year of high school. The one you wanted to be there by your side for the rest of your life. The one who you wanted this child to grow up knowing that they were unconditionally loved for by their father. “Yeah, I guess we are”

Atsumu let out that breath he was holding for what felt like years. The line around his mouth creasing as that still growing boyish smile spread across his face; nothing but adoration in his eyes.

“But you better for a ring on this finger before we have this baby.” You joked, wagging your ring finger in front of his face.

Atsumu started to lightly shake his head and laugh before his eyes left yours moving down to your untouched plate of pasta on the dinner table you two were meant to eat hours earlier.

“This can act as a place holder until then” he said before sliding a tube of marinara coated pasta on your ring finger.

“I can’t believe you just put a noodle on my finger calling it a ring you dope. Why I ever thought to consider you a romantic…”

“What? It should still count as a ring before I propose?!?!“ he laughs while watching your face break out into a fit of giggles. And that smile that he would never want to live without. Never what his child to know a world where it didn’t exist.

He embraced you once more placing a warm kiss to your temple, “the noodle will have to cut it for now babe. But I’ll get you that ring and make it official that this is my forever. That you and this baby are my forever. My forever and always.”

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osamiiya · 2 years

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Tw//Mention of Needles

Atsumu was never good with needles, getting shots, IVs, or even numbing medicine for his gums at the dentist.

Osamu was always slightly better, closing his eyes and trying to hide the shake in his hands, but after that he was fine.

So, to Atsumu it’s a definite that everyone is bad with needles, you know, except those who willingly use them.

You’re no exception, and the moment you tell him you’re going to get a vaccine for work, he’s pulling his jacket on and zipping it up, ready to hold your hand and provide comfort to you.

And then you just sit there, making conversation with the chatty nurse as she preps your arm, and Atsumu thinks he’s more nervous than you are.

Then it’s over and you’re thanking the nurse and pulling your sleeve down and denying the sticker that she offers.

He’s confused as he takes the sticker from the smiling nurse and follows you outside.

“You weren’t scared?” He’s picking at the Kirby sticker once the two of you sit in the car.

“No, you being there was a huge comfort.”

Atsumu smiles at that, and you decide he dosent handed to know you would’ve been fine without him too.

#i actually stare at the wall when getting shots #anyways my arm is sore #miya atsumu imagines #miya atsumu scenarios #atsumu miya #miya atsumu x reader

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clubkira · 6 months

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DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ

oh future husband, better love me right!

premise. the nhk gives it’s viewers a peak into the love lives of the jnt’s lineup, interviewing the future wives of the jnt to crack the secret to a happy relationship ❤︎

content. haikyu!! jnt / f!reader. (atsumu miya, rintarou suna, wakatoshi ushijima & shoyo hinata). fluff. somewhat decent relationship advice. downbad fiancés. healthy relationships(!!). suggestive moments. petnames.

soundtrack. dear future husband : meghan trainor.

part two can be read here.

dear future husband m.list. // hq. masterlist.

ATSUMU MIYA.

“after every fight, just apologize.”

“Relationship advice?” You repeat, sitting across from the NHK interviewer, mic strapped to your shirt as a camera filmed your living room. She nods, smiling while holding a microphone of her own.

“Yes! Tell us, what is the secret to a healthy relationship?”

You tilt your head, “Well, I guess I have some advice to give.” Your fingers drum against the armrest of your couch as you sit in thought, contemplating on what to tell the reporter, “hmm..”

Atsumu sitting beside you laughs, his arm slung comfortably over your shoulder, “I have some advice I’d like to give as well.”

You turn to him with a grimace. “I don’t want any young viewers following whatever is about to come out of your mouth, ‘Tsumu.”

He looks at you offended; reeling his arm back to his side, shock spelled out all over his face. “Excuse me, I’m great at romance. I romanced you, didn’t I?”

“Unfortunately,” you jest, with Atsumu exclaiming in protest, “But this isn’t just about romancing someone, ‘Tsumu. They’re asking what makes a relationship a healthy one.”

“So?” He shrugs, “A healthy relationship is one that’s full of romance.”

“I apologize for him,” you playfully tell the interviewer, ignoring the look Atsumu gives you in response, “He’s not the best at this sorta stuff.”

She merely giggles, “No worries, the players are allowed to give their own opinions as well.” Atsumu puffs his chest out, “See, babe? She said I can talk too.”

“Yeah well, just make sure to cut out whatever he says in the final broadcast,” She lets out a snort at your jab, hiding the smile that creeps onto her face behind her microphone while Atsumu shoves your shoulder in despair.

“Awe, c’mon! I’m not that bad with relationship advice!” He pouts at you, looking like a kicked puppy when he does so, “What makes you think I’m so bad at this, do you actually want to marry me, babe?”

Your eyes soften at his saddened tone, feeling slightly guilty you link your fingers with his, eyes full of love when he smiles down at your intertwined hands.

“Of course I do, ‘Tsumu.”

The camera crew awes as you turn back to face the cameras, still holding Atsumu’s hand firmly in your own, running your thumb over the smooth cut diamond ring studded band he wears on his ring finger.

“The advice I have to give viewers is; Apologize when you are wrong,” you tell the interviewer, “No matter your pride, no amount will replace your relationship. It’s never worth sacrificing your loved one just for the sake of winning an argument.”

“Uh huh, you’re one to talk about that, babe,” Atsumu rolls his neck, “You never apologize first, it’s always me who has to for you to talk to me again.”

“What are you talking about?” You look at him confused, “I’m the one who initiates the apology conversations, you’re the stubborn one out of us.”

“Nuh-uh.”

You groan, “Exactly.”

Atsumu pulls his hand out of yours, placing it on your thigh instead before facing the cameras. “But, she is right. Do not ever choose a winning an argument over your partner. It ends badly.”

“You would know,” you snort, “You give me the longest silent treatments until I coax you out of it with kisses.”

“Can we cut that out of the broadcast, please?”

You purse your lips to hide the oncoming smile until Atsumu leans forward, a handsome grin on his face as he looks directly into the rolling cameras with a newfound confidence.

“But, y’know. I do always apologize in the end, ‘cause my girl’s never wrong.”

RINTAROU SUNA.

“make time for her.”

“You see this girl?” Suna jabs a thumb in your direction from across the kitchen, leaning against the marble island lazily as the camera team nods. “Yeah, she gets constipated if I don’t give her enough attention.”

Your head perks up immediately as you shoot him a halfhearted glare, “Do not.”

“See, she’s doing it right now.” He ignores, drinking from his glass of water before setting it down on the counter, ignoring the little gasp you let out at his actions.

Rolling your eyes, you smack his arm before sliding a coaster under his drink, “Don’t scratch the marble, Rinnie. I just bought this island.”

The camera team silently giggles at the short interactions between you two, with Suna sticking his tongue out at you and in response you give him a middle finger before he turns back to face them, “Can you believe her?”

Scoffing, you enter the camera frame beside him, “Don’t bring them into this, Rinnie.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“I’m your fiancée.”

Suna opens his mouth to argue before shutting it promptly, “Good point.”

One of the crew members holds a sign from behind the cameras, indicating to get the interview back on topic. “Why would you ever ask her for relationship advice?” Suna chuckles, “I was the one who made the first move.”

“The interview is for the fiancée’s of the JNT, Mr. Suna,” the interviewer reminds him, “But the players are welcome to voice their own opinions as well.”

Suna stretches his arm behind his back with a yawn, a sliver of his abdomen peeking out from underneath his home shirt before disappearing quickly, “Well in that case, allow me to voice this opinion—”

You slap a hand over his mouth before he can begin, “Nope, didn’t you hear them? This is my interview, Rinnie.”

“Buhf dey shaid I can shpeak too, affhole." Suna glares from behind your hand, removing it from his mouth with a groan. “Did you even wash your hand? Tastes gross.”

“Why did you lick my hand?”

“We’ve done freakier things than that and that’s what you’re worried about?”

Your words get lodged in your throat, sputtering out hurriedly, “This is going on T.V, Rinnie!”

He looks to you with a smug smile, “Yeah, and I can’t wait to rewatch this interview and see your reaction again later.”

Your fists clench momentarily before taking a deep breath, relaxing yourself and facing the cameras with a smile. “Anyways, some relationship advice I’d give to anyone watching; make time for your spouse.”

Suna nods along to your words, “Mhm, I think that’s the most important thing in a relationship.”

“Shut up, Rinnie.”

“Ouch,” he fakes a stab through his heart, monotonous eyes but a playful grin on his lips. “I talk for two seconds and you tell your dear fiancé to shut up?”

You shake your head towards him jokingly, continuing to talk to the interviewer, “A healthy relationship means you spend time with your loved ones, and your spouse should be the most loved person in your life.”

The reporter nods, “I see, I see, what do you suggest to our viewers the best ways to spend quality time with their lover?”

“In bed.” Suna chimes in immediately, earning another smack on the shoulder from you. “What?” He looks at you with a knowing grin, “Oh, you— I didn’t mean like that, oh my god you’re sooo dirty minded.”

He chuckles, “I meant like cuddling, laying in bed together, watching movies. Y’know, wholesome things.”

“Nothing is wholesome with you,” you exasperate, speaking from personal experience. “But yes, those are great ways to spend times with your lover. They’re good times to bond with them, or just relax and unwind after a long day.”

“Yeah, after a gruelling day of practice, it’s nice to come home and lay in her arms,” Suna motions to you before leaning his head on your shoulder, his grin now replaced with a small but gentle smile. “She’s all I want to see after practice.”

“Wow,” you tease, leaning your head atop his, “and where did you learn to be so smooth, hm? Are you just playing it up for the cameras, Rinnie?”

Suna snickers, hands crossed over his chest relaxed, “I would never,” he says before mumbling close to your ear.

“I just, really like to spend time with you.”

WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA.

“treat her like a lady.”

“My fiancé is out right now at the gym,” you inform the NHK station crew, their camera men follow you inside your house for the opening shots of the broadcast. “Make yourselves comfortable while you wait.”

The interviewer settles himself on a seat at your dining table as you reach for the vase of flowers atop, moving into the kitchen to pour the old water out of their vase, careful to not spill any over your kitchen counter as you refill the container with fresh water from your tap.

Refreshing the water, you carefully place the flowers back into their vase before rearranging them neatly, coming back out of the kitchen to place them back on your table and adjusting them accordingly as the interviewer watches amazed.

“Those flowers are very lovely,” he notes softly, almost as if any louder of a volume would disturb the plants, “Did you fiancé happen to get them for you?”

You smile, “yes, he did,” recalling the first time he got you a bouquet, on your first date many years ago.

“‘Toshi knows I love flowers.”

The soft click of the lock to your house causes you to perk your head up in familiarity, the frame of your fiancé’s figure coming into view as you see him placing his shoes down beside your door before coming inside.

“Welcome home, dear,” you call out to him from the kitchen, one of the camera crew’s members break off to film your fiancé as he enters the home. He drops his gym bag to the floor beside your couch, removing his jacket and hanging it on your coatrack before passing through the halls of your shared home to get to you.

Ushijima shuffles his way into the kitchen, passing by the camera crew and approaching you from behind, hugging you as his hands are wrap around your stomach, head dropping into the crook of your shoulder.

You lean into his touch, his freshly showered hair smells of the shampoo the two of you use.

“Are you showing them the flowers I got you?” He asks, eying the pretty arrangement of flowers on the table. The cameras zoom in to take a closer shot at the flowers, noting the vibrancy of the colours and the lack of thorns adorning the stems.

You and the reporter nod, Ushijima lets a small smile settle on his face. “She told me they were her favourites,” he tells the reporter.

“Hm,” he hums before turning to you, microphone extending outwards. “is that your relationship advice for the viewers then? Giving your loved one gifts?”

You shake your head quickly, “Oh, no! No, that’s not my advice— Of course, do get your partner gifts if you know they’ll enjoy them.” Ushijima straightens up, hands snaking around your waist to stand beside you as the cameras pan out to record the both of you in the same shot.

“‘Toshi just really likes to get me little things,” you smile, reminicing on all the times your eyes barely glazed over something in a store front before he was scrambling inside the shop to buy it for you, despite your pleas.

“But gifts do not have to be expensive,” You reassure the viewers again, “just little trinkets that remind you of your partner will be enough.”

Ushijima nods before lifting your hand up to the camera, showing off the engagement ring with a large diamond displayed proudly atop it. “Yes, but I do like to splurge when it comes to her.”

You retract your hand quickly, warily eying your fiancé, “‘Toshi! Don’t make the viewers think they need to buy people’s happiness with expensive gifts!”

His head tilts unsurely, “My love, do you not like the ring I got you?”

“I-I do! When did I ever say I didn’t?”

His eyes crinkle slightly in concern, “Then why are you hiding our engagement ring from the viewers?”

“Because,” you sigh, “I don’t want young, inexperienced lovers to think they need something like a huge, flashy engagement ring to be loved by someone.”

“But you deserve the best,” he rebuffs, “There is nothing I wouldn’t buy for you if you asked.”

“‘Toshi.. this isn’t really helping our case…”

The reporter turns to Ushijima, “Even though this is a special for the JNT fiancées, the players are allowed to give their own insight.” He informs your soon-to-be husband, “Do you have anything else to add for our viewers?”

Ushijima thinks for a moment, silent in thought as you look to your fiancé, and the sight of his matching engagement ring twinkling under the bright studio lights filling your home catches your eye all too quickly.

“Do you have anything you want to say, ‘Toshi?” You nudge his shoulder slightly when he continues to remain quiet, an encouraging smile on your lips.

He nods, bringing the hand with your ring on it before giving the intricately cut diamond a kiss, his piercing eyes gazing deep into yours, causing your face to heat up fervently at his wolfish grin.

“Treat your partner the best that you can, like the lady she is and deserves to be treated as.”

SHOYO HINATA.

“don’t forget your anniversaries!”

Shoyo’s leg bounces feverishly as the reporter speaks to you casually, unable to contain his excitement at being asked to join you for this broadcasted interview special.

His grin is wide, beaming whenever you sneak small glances at him whenever the reporter looks down at their cue cards of start up questions to ease into the conversation, before the real topic is brought up.

“Do you have any relationship advice for our viewers?”

You’re about to speak until Shoyo interrupts you, quite literally flying out of his seat while brightly smiling as his hand grasps yours with a tight grip, “I do, I do!”

The reporter chortles, smiling at his tactics, “Thank you, Mr. Hinata. But this interview is specifically for your fiancée.” Shoyo’s face sullens lightly until he speaks again, “But you’re allowed to give your own thoughts when she’s done.”

Shoyo slumps back into his seat dejectedly as you rub his back comfortingly, “Sorry, Sho. But just let me speak first, okay?” His pout is replaced instantaneously at your words with the usual smile he holds when around you, “Alright, baby!”

You look towards the reporter, hand still clasped in Shoyo’s securely. “Here is my advice for a healthy relationship; Don’t forget your anniversaries.”

Your fiancé’s mouth hangs open in shock at your words, head whipping to face you with a hearty laugh, “That’s what I was going to say!”

The look of shock that spreads across your face amuses him, staring at you expectantly for a few moments before you too erupt into laughter, shoulders shaking in surprise as the two of you cling to each other for support, with Shoyo nearly falling off the couch with how hard he cackles.

He clings onto your shoulder to stop himself from tumbling, which in turn causes you to laugh harder as you try to pull him back up as Shoyo calls out for you to ‘save him’.

“Baby, I’m falling!” Shoyo shrieks while howling with laughter, “Grab my hand!”

“You’re already grabbing my hand, Sho!”

Cameras stationed around your living room pan to zoom in on Shoyo’s joyful face when he fools around with you, the grip he still holds on your hand as clear as day as you jokingly attempt to rescue his bumbling self.

The out of frame reporter looks to the two of you happily, the fact that you both seem so absorbed in each other and have forgotten about the interview portion of the broadcast is surprisingly heartwarming for both the crew and the viewers watching the broadcast.

Once the two of you manage to calm down, you shyly look back to the NHK crew with a timid smile.

“Sorry,” you apologize to your interviewer, coughing as you try to hold back another bout of laughter when you catch Shoyo smiling at you again, attempting to contain his giggles. “We got a little- uhm, carried away.”

“It’s no problem,” the reporter chuckles, “I can see the two of you are very much in love, so is that the advice you wish to tell our viewers on how your relationship with each other is so healthy?”

You and Shoyo nod simultaneously, “Yeah, don’t you ever forget your partner’s anniversaries!!” Shoyo sternly but playfully warns the viewers, “I’m serious, guys! Anniversaries are important!”

“What anniversaries should our viewers be aware of when it comes to their lovers?”

This time you speak up, “Well, the major and most well known ones of course,” you begin, listing off the ones you can recall at the moment.

“For example; first month together, first year spent as a couple, birthdays could also count I suppose—”

“Did you know I proposed to her on our fifth anniversary?” Shoyo interrupts excitedly, the same happy and bright smile on his face shining when he proudly pulls up his hand to show off the ring on his finger, “I was so caught up in the moment, I forgot to put the ring on her finger after she accepted!”

Recalling that memory brings warmth to your cheeks, “Yeah, he literally forgot about the ring in the box until I asked him about it later.”

“But in any case,” you circle back to original topic at hand, noticing the way Shoyo’s smile dampens a little when you switch back so quickly as you shoot him an apologetic smile, you don’t want to waste the reporter’s and NHK crew’s time any longer.

“Don’t forget your anniversaries, people! They’re a big deal for a ton of lovers!”

“Th-that’s right!” Shoyo piggybacks off your response, “And if you do forget, you better apologize a lot!”

The reporter nods, turning their attention to your fiancé. “And do you have any final thoughts for our viewers on how you maintain a healthy relationship with your fiancée, Mr. Hinata?”

Shoyo smiles deviously at the open ended question he’s been dying to answer this whole time; his hand creeping teasingly up your thigh to the small of your back as he leans in real close to you with a knowing wink, the flushed expression displayed on your face at his actions encourages him even more to continue.

His eyes glint with amusement, the mischievous grin on his lips is firm even in front of several strangers and cameras rolling in real time, footage of his behaviour being broadcasted to the entirety of Japan this very second.

And without shame or guilt, Shoyo smirks.

“Make your anniversary nights real special for her, trust me on that one.”

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devilstruly · 1 year

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duality

miya atsumu × gn! reader

summary: rivals to lovers but make it lowkey

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You and Atsumu have been working on this project for weeks. You wanted to do it by yourself but he insisted on helping, claiming he was a gentleman and what not. And you so stupidly fell for it. The only thing he had to do was make the powerpoint presentation that contained all of the literature you two had gathered. But did he do that? No, he did not.

The part that you were supposed to present was completely cut out off the presentation, because Atsumu claimed it was unnecessary and basically trashed all your work from the previous two weeks. And now he was blaming you.

The fucking audacity of this guy.

When you saw the final presentation he turned in, you immediately went to the gym to pay him a visit. You marched inside with frustration evident on your face, but the blonde was too busy talking to his teammates about something to notice.

'Miya!'

He groaned internally at the sound of your voice, closing his eyes and opening them again to mentally prepare for whatever you want with him.

'Yes, Y/N?'

He sighed, looking at you with bored eyes. His whole demeanor irritated you even more as you marched up to him and pointed a finger in his face.

'What the fuck happened to the presentation?! You cut out all of my research!'

He moved your finger nonchalantly before shrugging and answering your question as if it was obvious.

'It was boring. No one was going to pay attention to it anyways'

You can't even register what he's saying because of how stupid it is. Does he hear himself?

'Excuse me?'

'You're excused angel ~'

He smirks, but it only makes your desire to punch him grow. The way he acted was always a mystery to you. He pretends to be annoyed by you and then shamelessly flirts the next second.

You look at him with disgust, choosing not to focus on his teammates that stood around you and watched this whole exchange curiously. Instead you took a step closer, closing the space between you two and looking at him with pure hatred.

'What the fuck is wrong with you.'

He laughs. He laughs so hard his head falls back and he's holding his stomach in pain. His grin looks like it might split his face in half and you're beyond confused.

'What?'

'You wanna kiss me so bad ~'

'I'd rather kiss the fucking floor than your ugly face'

You stand your ground and Miya Atsumu dares to glare at you. His jaw is clenched, and his eyes are burning with anger. Or maybe it's something else?

A subtle smirk was starting to show on your face as more seconds passed without him uttering a single word. In the end he just huffed and rolled his eyes, mumbling a 'whatever' and resuming his practice.

It was a win for you, but you were still annoyed about the project. As you walked home and tried to forget the whole ordeal, you didn't notice someone falling in step next to you. With a short glance you were able to register the familiar grey hair.

'Osamu'

'Hi. We need to talk'

You cocked an eyebrow, stopping in your tracks to look at him.

'I'm listening'

He ran a hand through his hair with a sigh, before placing his hands in his pockets and looking back at you.

'I just wanted to apologize for Tsumu's behavior. For what's it worth I saw the original project and it was really good. He didn't mean to cut out your part, we've just been having terrible wifi issues the past few days'

'What? Why would he lie about it?'

'Well cause he's stupid like that'

Osamu rolled his eyes, well aware of the meaning behind his brothers actions. You were evidently confused, ushering him to continue.

'Huh?'

'Listen, he likes you. He has for a while now. He's just incredibly immature emotionally and has no idea how to deal with these feelings'

You stood there bewildered, blinking at Osamu rapidly while trying to process this new information. It can't be true right?

'You're probably his first crush so go easy on him when you reject him'

Reject him?

Now that you think about it, would you really reject Atsumu? Sure, he might be insufferable sometimes but like many others, you failed to resist his charm.

You liked the way he was passionate about volleyball. You liked the way he was sure of himself. You liked the way he just flirted with you whenever the opportunity presented itself. So maybe, just maybe, you liked him too.

Osamu changed the topic after that, walking you home and asking about your day. He was very considerate and laid back, the complete opposite of how Atsumu usually was.

For the next few weeks you weren't able to get the blonde out of your head. He was everywhere - in your class, at lunch, in the backyard, and so on. You were starting to see him everywhere, he wasn't easy to miss but still.

You started taking notes of the subtle things he did too. The way he asked for your notes or help with homework, how he complimented you when you got a good grade on a test, and many more cases. This was a side of him that you were completely unaware of.

One day when you were walking to a coffee shop, you saw Atsumu on a jog. He was across the street, running in the direction towards you. You wondered if he would see you, and if he did would he come up to you? You didn't exactly know if you became friends with him or not, but you did notice him being a little softer around you.

Thankfully your train of thought was interrupted when you saw him cross the street, a big grin on his face.

'Hey Y/N! Whatcha doin?'

'Oh nothing much, I'm just going to grab some coffee'

'Oh? I could use a coffee'

He smiled at you, almost expectantly and you returned the gesture a bit uncertain.

'Uh...wanna come with?'

'I'd love to! It's a date ~'

He winks and slings an arm around your shoulder, taking advantage of your surprised state. It was only when you've almost reached the coffee shop wnen you realized what his gesture actually meant.

'Wait was this your way of asking me out?!'

Atsumu smirked, pulling you closer to him and humming contently.

'Took you long enough'

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tojisprettywife · 1 month

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{note: i rewrote this, with b.s.t (hope someone gets the reference 🧍🏻‍♀️) anyway i cried, it got deleted first. i’m sleepy, hopefully it’s okay. minors DNI.}

warnings: smut. characters! m! x f! reader. characters are aged up to 21.

inexperienced men. who for the very first time feel, what a pussy feels like. your gummy, warm walls clenching around his throbbing cock. the way he clenches his jaw and gritting his teeth, to regain composure from cumming almost immediately. “f-fuck…so tight ..”. your pulsing soft walls suck his cock in, barely holding himself up. the way his soft, silky locks fall on your chest as he’s hunched over you. only gasps, curses and more whimpers slipping out of his lips. “so.. t—tight.. shit..”. pushing his full length into, till the base, gripping the plush of your hips, a bit too hard, in meek attempts to stop himself from painting your tight walls white. after what seems like forever, he slowly moves his hips, each stroke, sending shivers down his spine. he leans down to kiss you, again in attempts to keep him from moaning loud. he pushes his tongue into your mouth, his tongue lapping yours. but soon, the kissing gets sloppy, saliva dripping down both your chins. he leans down, burying his face into the crook of your neck. his teeth grazing the base of your neck, as his hips erratically, in haste buck against yours. the sound of his balls slapping against your ass, filling the room combined with his little whimpers and yours. “i-i’m cum-ming… f-fuck” he buries himself to the hilt, pushes himself even deeper, his tip bruising your cervix. his eyes squeezed shut, biting down your shoulder lightly. his cock, pumping ropes of milky, sticky cum. his cock twitching inside you, panting against your neck. just as he catches his breath, your walls convulse around his twitching cock, overstimulating. “o- fuckkk.. f..ck” barely able to form coherent sentences, slurring his words. burying his face into the pillow, beside your head, to stifle his moans. muffled moans, teary eyes as one hand gripped your waist tightly, bruising them lightly and the other hand gripping the sheets, crumpling them. his first feel of a vaginal orgasm. he presses soft kisses from your jawline to your neck, “it feels… so good.. one more time?.. please baby?..”. no longer will his hands suffice for him, as he felt what heaven feels like, you.

~ Choso Kamo, Gojo Satoru, Oikawa Toru, Nagi Seishiro, Inumaki Toge, Miya Atsumu, Naoya Zenin, Yuuji Itadori, Kageyama Tobio + whoever you want 😵‍💫

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sunaluv · 1 year

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more "come get your man"❗❗ with some more haikyuu boys maybe but honestly? whoever you want 🙏

i got u 😉

part 1 here

pairings: osamu, atsumu, kuroo

OSAMU

onigiri miya was due to close in the next two minutes. you watched your boyfriend close up the counter from your spot on the stool. you liked sitting in when his shop was empty like this, it felt kinda…domestic.

it triggered your thoughts on the future with the hotter twin (in your opinion), you could see yourself walking down the alter to meet him, eating on the floors of your unfurnished home, him standing behind you whilst you rocked your child to sleep—

“hey samu what should i do with these!” you almost rolled your eyes at the voice shouting from the kitchen.

osamu had explained to you how he hired one of his friends from high school to work for him as a favour. she had just finished getting her degree and was looking for work in the area.

you didn’t mind, you were secure in your relationship so there was no reason to be pissed. that was until you had met her and introduced yourself to her as his girlfriend. like a switch had flipped, she instantly started to openly show her hatred for you behind sugar coated insults and not so subtle faces she made only when your boyfriend was out of sight.

you watched osamu’s chest expand in a deep breath. he ran his fingers through his disheveled hair before flipping his cap back on, pecking your temple before heading to the back. “i’ll go see what she wants then we’ll leave, ‘kay?”

you nodded and packed your bag, leaving your space clear and waiting by the counter for your man.

a whole five minutes had passed. you haven’t heard anything which was a sign that you should go investigate, given that girls record.

“…i thought we had a rule for customers showing up before closing time.” a hushed voice whispered.

“we do, there’s no customers here.”

“so who’s still sat out front, you always do this sam—”

ahem.

two faces looked to your spot at the door opening. one looking guilty, one relieved.

“you ready to go samu?” you asked sweetly. “it’s been five minutes and it’s movie night, you know i’m dying to catch up on our franchise.” you not so subtly bragged.

he breathed out through a chuckle. “of course baby, sorry for the hold up. i’m done here anyways.” he walked towards you, missing the dropped jaw of his employee.

you wrapped your arm around his waist before you left, not before smirking at the red-faced girl who was shaking in anger? sadness? embarrassment? you didn’t care.

your shoulders dropped at the chime of the bell followed by the nights breeze as you began your comfortably silent walk home.

“you’re cute when you stake your claim on me ya know?” osamu flicked your forehead.

“shaddap.” you retorted. “if she doesn’t understand boundaries i’ll set them.”

ATSUMU

atsumu was a textbook example of a frat boy. the parties, the girls, the popularity, the girls.

the only stereotype he’s not playing into is dating the leader of the girls sorority house, and some people felt like he’s doing it all wrong.

“omg hi! welcome to—” the cheery voice dripped upon seeing you at the door. “the boys house, who do you know here?”

the girl you recognised as the sorority house leader shamelessly eyes you up and down, twirling the ends of her blonde hair.

if she was here, the rest of the girls were too. they did everything as a culty pack: traveling, partying and even dating. you always thought it was weird how they were all paired with a frat boy, but you never said anything. maybe to them at least.

they obviously hated you for being a rock in their river.

“i’m here for atsumu,” your brow quirked.

her face hardened before plastering into a plastic smile.

“sorry ya just missed him! maybe if you go to—”

“BABY IS THAT YOU!?” a loud, excited voice belonging to your boyfriend shouted.

looking over her shoulder, you watched his blonde locks fly with the wind as he shoved past the girl who let out a disheartened gasp, and picked you up before picking you up and twirling you around.

“i missed you so much,” his soft lips continuously pressed against your face before pouring all his emotion into one last kiss on your lips.

“i missed you too tsum,” you giggled “i was only gone a week though.”

“a week to long! come i have so much to catch you up on.”

again ignoring the fuming girl who had watched the whole interaction, he damn near dragged you up the stairs past all his frat bros who you made sure to shout a greeting at as you passed.

you could hear the rest of the girls from the sorority comforting the girl who was now crying, talkin bout ‘he’ll come around, you two are destined to be together. but you didn’t care, you knew atsumu knew about his rep as a frat bro and he has explained to you about how much he doesn’t care about the ‘dumb stereotypes’ and ‘he likes what he likes, and thats you’.

“you know she likes you right?”

“does she, i thought the only reason she wants me that bad is so their matchup can be completed…”

“that’s part of it, but i feel like she genuinely likes you…” you trailed.

“hey, hey,” he held your cheeks tuning your focus on him. “i don’t care about all that okay? i’m yours and yours alone”

you nodded, placing your hands over his.

“now,” he pulled out his phone going straight to the photos app “let me show ya all you’ve missed.”

KUROO

“tetsuro stopppp,” the girl who had been partnered with your boyfriend for a science project whacked his arm playfully. “omg girl tell your boyfriend to stop.”

you looked at her, then him, then back at her. “stop being a bitch tetsuro.” you played into her antics, drawing out his name like she did.

“not like that, you don’t need to be mean. it was literally a joke.” she mumbled.

kuroo’s eyes met your rolling ones across the table as he shrugged.

“so what are you guys doing after this,” she asked the both of you, but stared at kuroo.

you had explained how you were going to the mall after, so they should probably finish up so you can make it soon.

“you’re going on a date? that’s so cuuuute, there’s actually this really cute place we saw together when—”

“i’ll be right back. toilet.” kuroo stated tensely, sending you an apologetic look as he saw your panicked expression. the both of you knew what her intentions were.

she watched him leave, all the way until the toilet door closed then she turned to you. “can i be real with you a sec, have a heart to heart you know as a fellow sister.”

she didn’t let you respond before she spoke out. “i highkey think tetsu deserves better, he seems really tense around you and i know your dating or whatever but i feel like i could treat him better. i know him.”

woahwoahwoahwhat.

“no.”

“no?”

“no!” you took a deep breath in, before calling her name. “i know you like him, you haven’t even respected me or him enough to hide it. but if you really loved him or knew him, you would know how uncomfortable he feels with you openly flirting with him while he’s in a committed relationship.”

your words hit her like a truck. “you’re not listening to me,” she reached for your hands across the table which you retracted before she could reach. “he needs someone like me, i’m not trying to diss you but you dress kinda bland, your not in many classes together, he doesn’t even talk about you all that often.”

“i do when you overstep, but otherwise i’m just trying to do my work and leave.”

she turned around to see her dear tetsu, arms folded, hurt look on his face. you knew he didn’t like confrontation, so he must have been feeling a strong type of way for him to talk like this.

“tetsu—”

“kuroo.”

“tetsuro,” she stood up placing an arm on his arm which made him step back. “please just come to me, you know we’ll be good together too…”

noticing your boyfriends drastically increased discomfort, you stepped in. “i think you’ve done enough,” you put yourself between the two of them.

wordlessly, you took his larger hand in yours and left the library. after checking up on him, the two of you decided to have a home date instead.

“thanks for stepping in by the way” his voice came out small.

you squeezed his hand. “anything for you tetsu”

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