#🔞—nsfw miya atsumu

[soranihimawari]

Phenomenon like You

Once, when Miya Atsumu attended a press conference during his rookie season with the MSBY, it is rumored he tripped on stage because he saw his first love—and no, it wasn’t a volleyball…

Word count: 6.3+K

Pairing: MSBY!Miya. A x reader

Warning: adult relationships, non-in depth descriptive sex and days leading pre and post, malamutes are adorably affectionate// 🔞MDNI -> for reasons above

Heavy breathing followed by a pair of heavier footsteps can be heard outside of a closed gym. On the rotation sheet for conditioning training, the MSBY Black Jackals had scheduled a self-monitored practice. Granted, those with families waiting for their favorite player to come home do wind up free of cleaning duties postcool down calisthenics. So why and how did an adorable almost full-grown malamute pup navigate its way to the gym, one can’t figure out.

The barking is what threw off a majority of the team still on the floor picking up a few stray balls. Considering at least three out of the four second year starters had seen Bokuto’s favorite ‘away-game’ film, looking at you Air Bud, one could jump to the conclusion this was exactly the case.

Fifteen minutes go by and though the pup starts sniffing around the players the pup chooses to follow a blonde like a second shadow. A few of the others who had their phones on hand decide to record the shenanigans the dog and human create. In no particular order, the series of events are listed:

Pup nips at Miya’s heels during a recent receive drill.

Pup sniffs the open palm of one Hinata Shoyo who just melts.

Sakusa, contrary to popular belief, is the most calm because he thought of his cousin doing vet work for volunteering hours in high school.

Bokuto sprints with said special guest when aforementioned guest gets a burst of energy.

Another ten minutes pass until a tertiary set of rushed steps are heard. The janitor for the change of shift (mid to night) is heard talking to someone—said person is the owner and master of the adorable dog. You’re busy apologizing again when you noticed you are slowing down in front of a particular gym door. In one hand, you hold your phone and wallet attachment; in the other, the snapped tether of a frayed leash.

“Are you sure I won’t interrupt anything sir?”

Shaking his head, the janitor replies with a joke saying those boys might be up to trouble, but nothing their teammates (“or me”) can’t handle. You hear the ruckus and instinctively charge through the door to find a rather dashing collective of athletes entertaining your adorable unit of a companion.

Sticking your fore and middle fingers placed in a ‘finger gun’ position in your mouth, you inhale with a deep breath in one second and the next you give one of the loudest wolf whistles you can produce. Did you want to call attention to yourself? No, not really. Did having a v-league team comprised of the city’s most eligible bachelors whet your appetite? One -hundred percent of people would concur. Your dog whines when he sees his master with an annoyed, yet forgiving look. It’s similar to the second time your pup discovered where you hid the new treats for his age.

A couple seconds go by as the team sort of analyzed the newcomer to their practice. Clearly no one thought any of the support staff would be in due to a mini-team building retreat that was scheduled to have ended days early, yet when an attractive stranger with a killer whistle had practice come to a screeching halt, the guys were bound to notice.

Your running/trainer shoes squeaked a bit while approaching the center of the court. A majority of the balls were already put in their respective wheel carts and the nets there still were strung up. The player closest to you introduces themselves and as introductions were made, you gracefully bow and apologize for not coming sooner. You still hold the broken leash and you also explain the butcher’s shop you frequent on your routine shopping days is in the next street over, so your dog, energetic as six five year olds, suddenly jerked forward with enough force to snap the leash thus leading to where you are now.

The boys laugh a bit while your dog receives praises and headpats from the youngest members of the team (roster wise, not age).

“Thanks for finding him,” you smile. You beckon your pup to come toward you and though one final half bark, half whine is given, you have a thoughtful expression before kneeling down. You talk to your dog line a grown adult scolding a child, but it seems like you change your inflections in your voice to fit what you’re about to suggest:

“I know you had fun bub, but these guys are professionals,” you scratch the sweet spot behind your dog’s ear. “Maybe if we see them at the beach house auntie has next weekend I’m sure they’d love to play with ya ‘gain.”

The guys seemed to create a semi-circle behind you all giving varying degrees of nods and vocal iterations of, “hell yeah we would!” Your dog seemed to have more pep in their step while you had a moment to be distracted by a more bold member of the team. You hear your dog walk side by side after the captain allowed your dog to do a few final laps with the new friends he had acquired. Their number 13, on the other hand, had been meticulously checking you out. It’s not in a creepy way either, until he was called out privately by a snide remark made by another teammate.

Standing next to each other, you too almost get caught noticing the blonde’s redeeming qualities: like the way his workout uniform shirt with his number and burgundy shorts seem to accentuate the body he worked on during weight training days; the compression additions to his attire highlighted the muscle definitions under the false light in the gym; then the way he glistened underneath them making him seem a bit more intimidating.

“Ya like what ya see?”

You’re caught. In a slight moment of fight or flight, you let out an short laugh perhaps hinting at an “it depends who’s asking” response. Noticing the sport the gym was primarily used for, you recall certain key positons from days when you learned how to play, but the my don’t need to know that just yet, right? Right.

“You’re the setter, right?” You point at the net that was being folded.

“You play?” he chuckles at the way your eyes dance around the room.

“Nah, but acquaintances and friends of mine still do. Told me about numbers and some important ones designated positions depending on the team and traditions for wearing said number, Miya. Oops. Did I pronounce that right?”

Miya Atsumu blinks back at you a bit before nodding eagerly to move the conversation naturally along. To be fair, after you called your pup over a second time, you offer to exchange contact info with the blonde bombshell after handing your phone over to him. Funnily enough, you watch him take three selfies before settling on the second one to make his contact photo as. Upon hitting save, you turn to leave and say your final goodbyes over your shoulders.

Outside, your dog gives you a judgmental stare. It’s as though he was communicating a sassy, “Mmhm. Thought you’d like him best.”

“You definitely are the best wingman out here,” you say after leaving the front doors of the MSBY facilities.

A few weeks and couple promising texts later, you’re flying solo on this date with a cavalier individual. Your sister gracefully decided to clear her schedule to pick up her four-legged nephew to spend some time at the dog park on your side of the city. Across from you where you’re seated, your date bounces his leg anxiously hoping no one disturbs the date. Then again, it’s the talk of the town in the posh restaurant scene Miya Atsumu, second year starting setter for the MSBY Black Jackals, has been spotted with a mysterious date. Twitter and other social media outlets were either freaking out or a buzz with excitement when a vague post of his ought for the day went viral. Currently, as he wraps up his story about the last away game they just came home from, you tilt your head to one side before leaving back in your chair. You’ve got a playful smile on your face because you’re currently fighting a broadening blush which would have highlighted the sun freckles from your outdoor job.

“Quite an interesting story there Tsum-tsum,” you were on a first name basis with the young man.

Who knew meeting a professional athlete whose team absolutely adored your dog (though through a singular incident of an older leash snapping), would lead to having dinner with such a popular guy? Only movies and maybe plays grounded in reality would have this development, yeah? Yeah.

“Tsum-tsum?” He points at himself before leaning in to rest his chin on his arm situated on the table top.

You nod, your canines show through under your top lip seemingly pensive in the way it nibbles on your bottom lip.

“You don’t like it?” you sound like you’re five when you do.

He raises a hand telling you how endearing it was.

“As long as I can get to call you ‘baby’ someday soon. What do you think?”

The ice in the cocktail glasses clink when he does this and you have a hard time not losing yourself in the pools of amber honey. The new toner he used shimmers in his hair and you take into account how well his shirt stresses the buttons across his hardened chest. If he was a flirt like all the tabloids had said, he is doing exceptionally well for someone who was perpetually single. Is it any wonder at all when your sister pieces together the puzzle on your ambiguous date to the latest embarrassing story of how your dog practically became your wing-person? No, of course not.

You might be older than she is by a few years, but the fact of the matter is when a high caliber player from any v-league team asks you if you’re free on a Saturday night, you might as well say yes because it’s been a while since you’ve secured a date. The withdrawals are real when your sister and you have a heart to heart conversation about your tumultuous sex life or lack there of in the love life department regardless of ending things with a ‘shitty excuse for a salary man’. Your ex was a lawyer for a pretty popular firm handling business permits and the like, yet since the relationship was stagnant with no signs of marriage or homebuilding. Though everyone in your family thought he was the last person who you would marry, you manage to single handedly sabotage your mother’s holiday dinner by announcing your breakup. Surely the pompous lawyer ditched you admitting his infidelity (and you confirming it by saying his lover’s name in your speech about honesty), saying the other party he was headed to seemed more prestigious compared to your inner-city middle-class home. Your sister toasted to his leaving the second the rideshare app buzzed on his phone. However now that you’re enjoying the company of one Miya, you find yourself genuinely happier than you could recall. Even if it’s been over a year and a half, you didn’t expect yourself to be so fond of the man so quickly. Dinner was already on its way to the table when said man asked you that silly question.

“You may, if you want to,” you answer.

Once the plates arrive you raise your glass to toast to new beginnings with him and he winks at you mentioning you’d be the only one allowed to call him the nickname.

Dessert is shared between you both as he declares from tonight onward whenever he is with you, it is an automatic cheat day. You concur his statement as the latte paired with the creme brulee touches your lips. The mug remains warm, very much like how you feel when he whispers a charming, ‘sexier than a mug.’

“Are you jealous of a mug, Tsum?” you inquire with an eyebrow raised. You take a secondary sip while he polishes off the creme brulee; you already had your share of the dessert.

“Are you jealous of this spoon too, huh?” he licks the spoon as though it was a toothpick and you almost choke on your second to last sip of latte. “Don’t worry sweetness, I plan on letting you know what else my mouth can do.”

“Atsumu!” You gasp, laughing saying the probabilities of that happening was a little higher than he thinks.

As you exit the restaurant via the back door courtesy of the owner, you fall in line with your date. You allow him to ask questions about your past including your ‘son.’

“So, a malamute?” His hands are in his pockets, kicking a small pebble out of your way.

“Yeah, hah,” you place your arms behind your back to stretch a little bit. You bring your arms back to your side in a relaxed position, almost inviting your date to lace his fingers lazily through your own. You don’t stop him when he does as you both come to a pause at the pedestrian crosswalk; explaining how your pup eventually became adopted by you. You also explain the brief side story of having your heart on the mend because you needed someone who would be loyal—

“I’d be loyal and so much more,” he says, puffing his chest.

A laugh escapes from your lips and you glance up at his profile. He tells you despite what you think his intentions are by asking you out on this date, he wants you to be happy even if this doesn’t work. The light changes and as you both walk in tandem with each other, you wait until you cross the street to inform your charming companion his blush deepening the longer you walk. Eventually, you reach the valet lot designated for the restaurant as well as other businesses along the strip mall you went to. Atsumu still lingers by you, slowly loosening his grip on your hand to suavely move a bit higher, like the small of your back. You’re thankful for the jersey dress and kitten heels combo you chose to wear because out of all the ‘date’ outfits you own, you clearly hypnotized your date way before this part of the night.

“Yer ex was an idiot,” his observation makes you give your thanks for the same thought.

When the diver comes back with said vehicle, your date tips him for his trouble, then goes through the motions of opening the passenger doors for you.

The car ride back to your single story house in the middle of the south-eastern point from the surrounding neighborhood. The radio is taken over by your choice of loFi tunes. Your date reminds you that even though he is the driver, he defaults to the passenger’s taste for background music. Somehow you’re a firm believer in having music sharpen the driver;s abilities, yet here you sit at another red light while he’s painting a picture for one of those younger-years memories with him and his twin brother wreaking havoc on the gym prior to practice starting in Inarazki High School. As your neighborhood comes into view, you choose to roast him slightly saying how you’d secretly hope your dog was having a fun time at your sister’s. Once the car is parked in your driveway, your seatbelt is still unbuckled while turning to your date to wrap up this part of the date.

“Hey, ‘Tsum?”

“Yeah?”

You twist your body three-quarters of the way to face him, extending your right hand to touch his cheek. You mumble a ‘cute’ when you firmly turn his face to view you. His breathing suddenly slows and the atmosphere is charged with something else other than the radio signals. Be brave, your mind says before you make the simple decision to thank him for the outing with a chaste kiss. Though brief, you had seemed to caught the setter off guard and he nearly squeaked when you a break the kiss. You don’t apologize for doing so, no. Your smile and nod when you uttered a, “thank you for everything,” caused his heart to beat in the doki-doki rhythm. Your teeth flashes his own bewildered, yet satisfied stare in a large smile, as you make ready to take your leave. You remind him to call you when he arrives back to his own residence. Essentially, as he waits for you to walk inside your own home, you mentally count until you reach the number thirty-nine. Within those seconds, three things happen: one, you tell your sister to watch your pup for a while longer mentioning that you’ll pick him up tomorrow; two, both siblings (yours and Atsumu’s) tease both of you for teetering and teasing each other all night with those stolen glances and flirtatious footwork underneath the restaurant tables; and finally when you answer your door still somewhat dressed (your heels are put away as you currently wear knee-high stockings with bunny slippers) a familiar pair of lips crashes into your own.

A different type of hunger looms over you as you begin to walk backwards quietly ushering your guest to lock the door behind him. Murmuring your name against your lips in a ghostlike fashion, Atsumu realizes just how bad he might have fallen. Well, to be frank, since he did meet you, he proudly boasted to the rest of the team he called dibs on the pretty young thing whose dog was more friendlier to people like himself and for some odd reason, Sakusa. (“Probably because I use this product where the icon looks like a chibi version of him,” you send him a text of TEAM PUP & SUDS DOG WASH at the grocer’s store. Atsumu busts out laughing during practice right at the tail end of a water break).

You’re currently surrendering to the knee buckling way his hands are firmly holding you close to his chest. He might as well go fully into dipping you considering you both carry on until you reach the short step separating the genkan from the rest of the entranceway of your abode.

“Down boy,” your flustered breath tickles his ears and it is insane how your clothes still remain intact especially with how he groans, tilting his head back only to have yours cradle the soft blonde tufts at the end of his undercut.

“Devils be damned,” he nips at the corner of your mouth the moment he lets you come up for air shortly thereafter. His calloused hands wander up and down your rib cage, massaging small circles seeing if you’re more ticklish on one side than the other. Your laughter is something Miya Atsumu could memorize and it’s just as deadly as a siren’s song.

“Focus Tsum,” you egg him on, pouting with your eyes. He nods pecking various points of your face and neck, whatever exposed skin your clothes let him see, he kisses with a quiet resolve.

“Baby, I am, believe me,” he lets you round your initial corner toward your living room, but you have a very different end goal in mind. Your guest bedroom is the first room proper—this was a date, it just turned into a sleepover. And neither of you could fault the other for wanting more. Surely, neither of you regret being undressed quicker in the silence than the service at the posh restaurant from earlier. You’re sure you’d save a country in the past because when the moment your date’s shirt hits the floor next to the bed, he watches as your pupils dilate even further.

“Holy fuck,” you grumble.

“I should be sayin’ that about you babydoll,” Atsumu’s voice is dipped in a need to please and you beckon him to come closer. Your dress has since been thrown over your head, though he hovers above you, you notice he pays attention to the small scars from childhood surgeries. His hands trail over the ones on the back of your legs and he frowns slightly when you whisper a short whimper: “sensitive. Tread lightly.”

“Tell me,” he honors your request, ghosting over the tissue with lithe fingers. You ask him if he can help you sit up for a moment to give him more insight on how the scar came to be and you apologize for sort of dampening the mood.

“Ya got nothin’ to apologize fer,” he kisses your cheek.

“Mm…”

Atsumu sits across from you, holds your hands in his and brings them to his lips; his breath is warm when you notice the way he stares at your own eyes before you feel his lips once more press a final kiss to your knuckles giving you the courage to tell the story of how you narrowly escaped the clutches of sacrificing everything for the sport you love.

“It all happened when I was at speed skating practice the winter of the junior Olympics six years ago,” you begin.

Toward the end of the tale, you’re brought into a comforting embrace. Such a soft guy, you think. For Atsumu, being an athlete with rumors surrounding his participation in the trials four the Olympic team, he felt a sort of kinship with you. Your gift of speed was essentially sullied, but now that you were one-hundred percent back, you mention you’ve been sought out for professional qualifying teams for the upcoming seasons, yet you realize you’ve been more mindful of having your dog accompany you to away meets and the like. (Thankfully, your coaches adore the bejeesus out of your dog, so he’s allowed to travel too in the busier time of the season—yay!)

Atsumu takes a deep breath and upon his exhale, you suggest a different sort of bedtime act.

“I don’t wish to be coddled, but is it ok if,” you shift out of his hold to lie back down on the bed you currently share. “You hold me for a bit? You can leave if you want to, I won’t stop you if you have morning practice or something if you want to leave right now…”

He pouts at you. Great,

“Why would I do that, huh? My babe needs me, so I ain’t goin’ nowhere, angel.”

His hands make a sign to scoot over and though he is careful when he curls into you, you’re hearing him praise yo and congratulate you for a job well done…

“But I didn’t do anything,” your tone gives off an annoyed child.

Atsumu kisses your shoulder before his hands squeeze your love handles and you turn around with his help. Then he flicks your forehead second, teasing you so.

“Because it ain’t easy to admit yer shortcomings,” he whispers against the reddened skin at the apex of your brow. “Oh and don’t worry about killin’ the mood or whatever. I could always have ya get breakfast.”

“Tsum!”

You hit his chest with a soft fist only to fall into a case of the giggles with the man keeping your guest bed warm with you.

Essentially, you both keep talking until the clock towers by you chime with the latest hour, drawing a yawn from you. Your partner runs your shoulders affectionately whispering a sweet dreams on your shoulder’s skin, burrowing himself underneath the blanket you semi-cocooned yourself in a few minutes prior.

The mid-morning sun greets you and apparently your setter from last night becomes very possessive in how much wiggle room he gives you. He groans when you elbow him trying to sit up, but he also mutters a “quit squirmin’ or else” under his breath.

“Fine,” you chew your inner cheek a bit, trying so hard not to quake with laughter. His morning voice is coyly asking you to lay back down beside him and you over with a dreamy sigh.

Couple hours later, post mid-morning nap, you come to find yourself awake alone in bed: the spot where Atsumu had lain in was still a bit warm, the pillows and sheet smelled like his cologne. You easily sit up, covering your upper body with a blanket again before picking up on the voices coming from your kitchen. You hear the familiar padding of paws as well as the sizzling bacon. Your sister is in the kitchen probably after texting you she was on the way to drop off your pup before heading into diner for her mid-shift. Stumbling out of bed and performing your “just woke up” stretches, you dress yourself in some of the spare pajamas you stowed away in the guest bedroom dressers.

“You like my sister a lot, huh?” your sister was grilling the guy cooking breakfast at the moment. She meant it as a teasing joke, but when she herself notices how easy it is to fluster a successful smitten athlete, well who could blame him for stating the obvious. From where you stand, you notice Atsumu wears his shirt from last night, unbottoned though, with rolled sleeves. His pants though were still in the room atop the dresser, so even if nothing risque had occurred, he had to defend himself against your sister who sometimes forget she’s the younger of the two. She is feisty in terms of giving your new potential beaus the n’th degree because younger siblings, in your opinion, are kind of like aggressively cute malamute puppies. Lords and gods above know how easy your sister can figure out which guys are totally wrong for you via the vibes alone.

“I do like ‘er a lot. Even him too,” he pats the dog's head saying what a good boy he is. “Without this guy I don’t think our paths would ever cross.��

Your dog barks happily to be of service. Same fluffy pet also noticed how lonely you must have been after your ex stopped by to collect the last few boxes of his things. For a few months to almost a year, you and your pup spent a majority of time together working to move past the broken trust and though you went out with friends to places where people meet (and or date), you couldn’t find anyone who matched your interest. Except for now, because when you think about it, all night long your date in the kitchen never pressured you once into doing what you did—he was shy, charming, suggestively naughty, and all around kind. Kind like a young king learning to love a commoner despite what the public will say; kind like an athlete who wouldn’t mind being humbled during an interview when you’re pulled into the frame of the latest broadcast post-game; kind like he wants to always be there even if he’s a million miles away from home as long as he sees/talks to you at night. All these come in time, but for right now, your sister sits by the kitchen counter on the barstool observing the way his body language has her cackling on the inside since from where she stands, Miya Atsumu looks like he’s in love already. Your dog nudges his calloused hands to massage behind the ears and the blonde obliges. The kibble bowl is already half empty, but that is to be expected since it’s a bit later than originally planned (in terms of waking up).

“You’re lucky she likes ya too Mr Handsome-Setter,” she casually said.

Atsumu nods, biting into a strip of bacon from the pile on the plate. Your sister aids him in portioning out the side dishes and as you look in at the scene in front of you, you think you could get used to lazy Sunday mornings.

“I think I like him too,” You admit your feelings easily that morning. You greet them both and after a tense teasing between the three of you, you kneel down to hug your dog. Few licks over your cheek makes you laugh, mumbling a “missed ya too bud” into his fur.

Your sister, once she had eaten per share of the breakfast that was prepared, leaves to start her commute to the diner mentioning a lewd joke over her shoulder before you politely slam the door on her face.

Meanwhile Atsumu is busy trying not to give you anymore reason to be embarrassed, but here he was trying to eat the rice in the bowl without acting on what your sister insinuated with her joke. Your dog yawns as he finds his plump cushion of a bed by the window near the backyard.

“Thanks for the breakfast,” you said returning to the bacon plate and ‘southeastern Asian style fried eggs’ in front of you.

“Anytime,” he winks at you. The coffee in the percolator is almost done and as your thoughts lead into last night's conversations and this morning’s third wheel by proxy, you decide to give Atsumu a taste of what else you had in mind. You ask him if he wants any of the beverages and he does, so you serve him his cup with the cream on the table and sugar cubes from the pantry. You watch as he meticulously finds the right ratio for this morning’s cup, but you instead prefer it black with the lightest hint of salt to cut the acidity.

Regardless, as you sit across from him, a whole conversation happens silently. As the coffee and food essentially dwindle down to the last bits and with your pup enjoying a nap, you find yourself being raised on to the kitchen counter by a pair of stronger arms. Though you make a silent sign for him to be a bit quieter in his act, he defies what you asked the moment those amber eyes harden into a mischievous glare. He growls into your exposed skin a negative response along the lines of, “I believe yer the one who might need ya’ watch how loud ya get…”

It’s how he worms his way between your legs and how he catches you from falling backwards all the way with his lips breaking his fall as you pull him above you. Kissing him is like learning to breathe underwater. If you were a swimmer, you’d drown for him and his love. Your hands roam his body, learning every dip and curve and you feel him smiling into the next kiss that leaves you gasping. He holds you firmly with one arm curled behind until you the other cages you between the counter and him. You’re pressing against him with enough vigor as of now you’re essentially pushing the fabric off his shoulders again. Wondering hands of his move against the granite as you take over the dominant control of this morning kiss: you tilt your head slightly more, humming when you feel his fingertips trail higher until he pulls away noticing something isn’t there on your back.

“For me?”

You pressed your forehead against his, nodding. Though he says nothing, his arms slide smoothly away from your back and right before your lips meet again, you feel him hook his forearms under your legs as he drags you forward to meet his hips. Your bottoms make you slide to this new position with ease and you huff out a breathy whine.

“My room…now.”

The faux blonde doesn’t need to be told twice as he hoists you into his arms; your legs wrap around him and one of the best feelings in the world right now is hearing how his laughter rumbles through his chest. Your door is not that far from the kitchen, so when Atsumu comes into contact with your bed, he bends with the intent of having you straddle him. He groans when your fingers trace mindless patterns and you know you have him where you want him when you gently buck your hips against his in an effort to get him to lie down. He obeys only after he helps you out of the shirt you wear.

“Let me see you,” four words he breathlessly says between kiss bruised lips. His arms holds your wrists aside before aiding you to hover above him; your hands twirl the blonde locks on either side of his face.

“Tsum,” your finger curls to caress his cheek.

“Hmm?” A softness in the way he sees the sunshine through your blinds makes him wonder if all mornings can be like this.

“You’re welcome to stay,” you sheepishly admit.

“Hon, I’d stay even if ya kick me out,” he chuckles, hugging you with enough force to have you lay comfortably atop of him. Chest to chest, and as he plays with your hair strewn lazily along your back, he kisses your forehead.

Eventually, as this series of soft touches progresses, you fidget underneath your covers now. A rough hand sneaks its way between you’re love bitten thighs. It’s only two in the afternoon and you’ve already cursed the man currently building you up again. How did you get here? Like it wasn’t too long ago you had breakfast with a handsome devil, making out with said athlete and now this? Atsumu called you out for being a bit turned on, but you teased him right back saying he started it by making breakfast. You reminded him about the “or else” anecdote too, so when he flips you on your back, he begins his onslaught to making you feel good, great, even. Lips of his trace a linear road from your head, down your neck and collar bones, toward the middle and underside of your chest, ribs, hips then with a final, “may I?”—

“Ah~! Hurry up,” you bite the back of your palm while the other is gripping the pillow supporting your head.

“And miss seeing your face?”

Another breathy moan has you trying to focus on something other than how skilled he actually is. You actual let curses fall from your mouth, only to be silenced when the theoretical chord snaps. Your high is rewarded with a breathy “god damn gorgeous.”

You’re panting like a rabid dog right before you blink away the tears making your vision blurry enough to see him bob his head between your legs to begin cleaning you prematurely with his tongue. Sensitive though you were, you eventually remove your hand from the pillow as you gently push your partner’s head down further. This afternoon, as you come around his tongue for a third time, you realize you might be in love with a demon. However, all bets are off when you tell him a few moments later where your latest stash of contraceptives are kept and if he is eager enough, you give your consent to ruin the mattress and sheets you lie in. Trying to out do the other would make sense, but when he eventually raises you by your arms, you let him set the pace when he guides your body up and down. The initial stretch and burn has your eyes roll to the back of your skull. He’s too busy listening to you adjust and create broken sobs of his name.

“I know, baby, I know,” he hums into your hairline.

“Tak-take it easy,” you hold his shoulders as he angles you a bit and with the next brute jab, your nails leave crescent marks.

“Ya like that huh?”

“Mm-hmm, s’good.”

Miya “I aim to please” Atsumu, slowly and steadily, loses to you. Your body has him surrendering himself to a love that heals your spirit; a force neither he nor you could have predicted possible.

Elsewhere in the guest bedroom, a phone buzzes several times. Certain names whom you will come to know as his best friends and former teammates leave behind messages of “enjoy your day off from practice ;)” and or “tell yn-san and mala-kun (your dog) I say hi! 🐾”

Regardless, you’re busy entertaining each other to care about the outside world. Not when your entire world in one person is busy rocking you steady between breathier confessions and when you eventually open your eyes to observe the way atsumu’s contorts when he is driven off his theoretical cliff, you realize perhaps you could (and are) getting used to this.

Panting and wanting more but knowing the limit might have been reached, you both agree to put a pause in your coital act for a moment.

“We should clean up,” you suggest.

“Not yet,” he pours.

“Eager to claim me again?”

You smoosh his cheeks together with your hands and as you relax, his lips teasingly tickle your palms. For whatever reason, you’re still joined from the waist down, however, considering the pounding you just went through, you know how sore he’d made you.

“Don’t tempt me.”

Hissing as he guides you off him, he wraps a well crinkled blanket around your shoulders as he disposes of the used barrier between your bodies. You tell him the bathroom is adjacent to the towel closet and he essentially returns to your room with a tender expression on his brow. You adjust the blanket to create a make-shift toga, and in all his nude glory, Atsumu nearly pounces on you, by passing your shirt on the floor, kissing you profusely muttering “cute brat of mine,” and you laugh peppering his face with the same sentiment.

It’s not surprising as the day progresses, you encourage him, once fully clothed, to return home for a little while. When asked why, you teasingly suggest if what happened last night and the is morning was any indication of how most of your dates would end or start, he might need to carry an overnight bag in his trunk. And the occasional squeaky toy makes it’s way into the same bag. Suffice to say if you were asked who would win a canine fight between a malamute and a jackal, you always bet on the jackal ecause of how they eventually learned to fall for a curious, lovingly compassionate, malamute. After all, you hear his new nickname for you uttered on tv post game: “I have a phenomenon waiting for me at home. See ya soon babs.”

You shake your head while your sister teases you handing you a bottle of cider toasting to the latest win (and further advancement) of the MSBY team. Your boyfriend though makes no further comments on the relationship he alludes to as he is called to do another repost game interview with the other teammates huddled together for a team photo. Suffice to say with what Atsumu had said, his official social media accounts are a buzz congratulating him not only on the win at the court, but in his private life as well.

You’re half asleep when he arrives home: the replay of the game is on commercial break after the third set. The glow of the tv stops when your now boyfriend scoops you up in his arms, kissing you gently, holding you like a child being transferred to their bedroom. Bridal style is the latest way you Iola to be held, and Atsumu being charmingly handsome, he always obliges your wishes. Especially now, seeing as you inhale deeply and you recognize the scent of your shared detergent. Lately, he’s been spending more time with you, so he lives with you rent free until your contract is up. The next phase is finding a place together, which can be discussed come the morning. Right now, you don’t stray too far from his hold, lazily kissing him with the intent of waking yourself further.

“Miss me pretty?” His voice asks, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“Mmmhm,” you nod. You seemed drunk on the lightest bit of attention he gives, and neither of you have the heart to poke fun at the other.

“Sleep well,” his lips mould atop yours, a bit more languidly than before. You oblige the act, encouraging a deeper understanding of how he came home a bit earlier than the last time.

“Red eye flights are great,” he says, voice above a whispered tone.

“Mm, that they are handsome,” you kiss him sternly before you knock out yourself.

Come the morning, he has you snoozing in his arms wondering if life can get any better. Your dog stands guard at the foot of the bed happy that his human’s favorite human is back.

#🌻— flying around collecting pollen—queue #sora recs #sora after hours #haikyuu x reader #🔞—nsfw miya atsumu

[doumadono]

I'm thrilled to reveal my first-ever Kinktober collaboration event hosted by me, Doumadono, and my second writing blog, Thepaperpanda

After the huge success of my inaugural Kinktober event last year, conducted on ThePaperPanda, I've opted to explore a fresh concept this year. With this notion in mind, I contacted the writers I hold in high regard, inviting them to partake in a playful exploration of lust and desire. To my astonishment, the response was overwhelmingly positive, and I am deeply honored to have such exceptional writers participating in this little project. I want to express my deep thanks to all the writers who are participating. Having each and every one of you on board brings me great joy and satisfaction ♡

Essential information

♡ This Masterpost has been prepared to function as an informational leaflet, providing comprehensive details about the upcoming collaboration event

♡ The Masterlist will undergo updates as soon as the works are posted

♡ All works will be NSFW 🔞

♡ Our event-specific tag will be applied to all works: #kinktobercollab‘23

♡ This is a multifandom event

♡ Within this collaborative event, you'll discover a variety of stories, including headcanons, blurbs, drabbles, and full-length fictions

♡ The event will include various pairings (such as KiriBaku, ShigaDabi, etc.)

♡ Below, following the cut, you can find the complete list of prompts, characters, and writers participating in the Kinktober 2023 Collaboration

♡ Reblog to help spread the word!

♡ day 1 - blow job | Douma | @sanriokamabodo

♡ day 2 - overstimulation | Bakugo | @doumadono

♡ day 3 - dry humping | Atsumu Miya | @doumadono

♡ day 4 - maid | Dabi | @dabihawksluva

♡ day 5 - bukkake | KiriBaku & ShigaDabi | @doumadono

♡ day 6 - orgasm denial | Levi Ackerman | @mrskokushibo

♡ day 7 - sensory deprivation | Douma | @muzansfangs

♡ day 8 - drunk sex | Bucky Barnes | @thepaperpanda

♡ day 9 - leash | Sukuna | @thepaperpanda

♡ day 10 - shibari | Douma | @thepaperpanda

♡ day 11 - creampie | Shigaraki | @thepaperpanda

♡ day 12 - break

♡ day 13 - mirror | Hawks | @kyojurismo

♡ day 14 - daddy kink | Jake Lockley | @thepaperpanda

♡ day 15 - hair pulling | Akaza Douma Kokushibo | @sanriokamabodo

♡ day 16 - morning sex | Neuvillette | @thepaperpanda

♡ day 17 - spanking | Kotaro Bokuto | @doumadono

♡ day 18 - temperature play | Dabi | @dabislittlemouse

♡ day 19 - break

♡ day 20 - break

♡ day 21 - angry sex | Bakugo | @mrskokushibo

♡ day 22 - oral sex | Sae Itoshi | @thepaperpanda

♡ day 23 - rough sex & praise kink | Lucifer | @thepaperpanda

♡ day 24 - dirty talk & finger fucking | ShibaDabi | @lifeform286

♡ day 25 - breeding kink | Dabi | @sillakits

♡ day 26 - love triangles | KiriBaku | @kyojurismo

♡ day 27 - period sex | Bakugo | @thepaperpanda

♡ day 28 - lingerie | Shigaraki | @misafiryanki

♡ day 29 - threesome | Erasermic | @gamergirl-niffler

♡ day 30 - torture | Dottore | @gamergirl-niffler

♡ day 31 - biting | Douma | @sanriokamabodo

#kinktober 2023 #kinktober #kinktobercollab‘23 #mha smut #bnha smut #moon knight smut #marvel smut #demon slayer smut #kny smut #douma smut #bakugou smut #shigaraki smut #dabi smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #sukuna smut #blue lock smut #genshin impact smut #obey me smut #haikyuu smut #lucifer smut #kiribaku smut #dottore smut #bokuto smut #hawks smut #smut writing #kinktober 23

[yaboizander]

Masterlist (On Hiatus/Inactive/Closed)

Stuff on this blog will be censored! Go to @yaboizander2 for uncensored versions

Do's:

Fluff

Nsfw

Polyamorous fanfics

Comfort (Nothing too heavy)

Male and GN readers

Don't:

Female readers

Canon x canon

Angst

Yandere

Pedophilia

Incest

Heavy topics

Gross stuff (You know what I'm talking about)

Daddy k#nk

Mommy k#nk

Non-con/Dub-con

Anything else that is disturbing

☁️- Fluff

🔞- NSFW

😳- Suggestive

🫂- Comfort

Haikyuu

Daichi Sawamura

Koushi Sugawara

Asahi Azumane

Ryunosuke Tanaka

Yuu Nishinoya

Shoyo Hinata

Tobio Kageyama

Kei Tsukishima

Tadashi Yamaguchi

Tetsurou Kuroo

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/662711184303292416/haikyuu-tetsurou-kuroo-relationship-headcanons ☁️

Kenma Kozume

Lev Haiba

Morisuke Yaku

Tooru Oikawa

Hajime Iwaizumi

Kentarou Kyotani

Kotarou Bokuto

Keiji Akaashi

Wakatoshi Ushijima

Satori Tendou

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/682927798533455872/i-am-so-glad-that-i-came-across-your-blog-mind-if ☁️

Eita Semi

Kenjirou Shirabu

Kiyoomi Sakusa

Shinsuke Kita

Atsumu Miya

Osamu Miya

Rintarou Suna

Kiyoko Shimizu

Hitoka Yachi

The Arcana

Count Lucio

Asra

Julian Devorak

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/662615680408027136/the-arcana-julianilya-devorak-relationship ☁️

Portia Devorak

Countess Nadia

Obey Me

Lucifer

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/665305106218090496/lucifer-x-male-reader-obey-me ☁️

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/665298067461931008/lucifer-relationship-headcanons-obey-me ☁️

Mammon

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/665332379017248768/mammon-x-male-reader ☁️

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/665320150642393088/mammon-relationship-headcanons ☁️

Leviathan

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/665856200610594816/leviathan-x-mmc-obey-me ☁️

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/665854323824246784/leviathan-relationship-headcanons-obey-me ☁️

Satan

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/665948851213107200/satan-x-mmc-obey-me ☁️

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/665947233219461120/satan-relationship-headcanons-obey-me ☁️

Asmodeus

Beelzebub

Belphegor

Lord Diavolo

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/662612596763066368/obey-me-diavolo-relationship-headcanons ☁️

Barbatos

Simeon

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/662614162841665536/obey-me-simeon-relationship-headcanons ☁️

Solomon

Twisted Wonderland

Riddle Rosehearts

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/666483972226875392/riddle-x-male-reader ☁️

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/666425236691009536/riddle-rosehearts-relationship-headcanons-twisted ☁️

Trey Clover

Cater Diamond

Ace Trappola

Deuce Spade

Leona Kingscholar

Ruggie Bucchi

Jack Howl

Azul Ashengrotto

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/667126317714653184/azul-ashengrotto-x-male-reader-twisted 🔞

Floyd Leech

Jade Leech

Kalim Al-asim

Jamil Viper

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/674214243087892480/hi-if-youre-still-taking-requests-could-i 🔞

Vil Schoenheit

Rook Hunt

Epel Felmier

Idia Shroud

Malleus Draconia

Lilia Vanrouge

Sebek Zigvolt

Silver

Genshin Impact

Kaeya

Jean

Diluc

Venti

Eula

Zhongli

Tartaglia/Childe/Ajax

Baizhu

Shenhe

Xiao

Ei

Itto

Kazuha

Ayaka

Ayato

Gorou

Kokomi

Scaramouche

Dottore

Jujutsu Kaisen

Yuuji Itadori

Sukuna

Toge Inumaki

Gojo Satoru

Megumi Fushiguro

https://yaboizander.tumblr.com/post/662084204431130624/horror-movie-date-megumi-fushiguro-x-gn-reader ☁️

Ouran Highschool Host Club

Tamaki Suoh

Kyoya Ootori

Hikaru Hitachiin

Kaoru Hitachiin

Security Breach

Sundrop

Moondrop

Roxy

Monty

Glamrock Freddy

Glamrock Chica

Danganronpa

Makoto Naegi

Byakuya Togami

Nagito Komaeda

Hajime Hinata

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

Shuichi Saihara

K1-B0

Kokichi Ouma

Lego Monkie Kid

Sun Wukong/Monkey King

Macaque

Red Son

Mei

MK

#do's and don'ts #male reader #requests are open #gn reader #gender neutral reader #gn mc #gender neutral mc #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x gn reader #obey me x male reader #obey me x gn reader #jujutsu kaisen x male reader #jujutsu kaisen x gn reader #security breach x gn reader #security breach x male reader #genshin impact x male reader #genshin impact x gn reader #the arcana x gn reader #the arcana x male reader #twisted wonderland x male reader #twisted wonderland x gn reader #ouran highschool host club x male reader #ouran highschool host club x gn reader #danganronpa x gn reader #danganronpa x male reader #masterlist

[jotatetsuken]

...That Wears the Crown ( A Royalty AU Collab)

"Heavy is the head that wears the Crown." A popular statement that rings true in every area of authority, and when you're a royal, it's not an easy task to lead an entire country. As for my 150 followers and 3 and a half monthversary celebration, I'm hosting my very first collab based on one of my favorite AUs in recent times: royalty.

This is a multifandom royalty AU Collab, so whether you want to write for Prince Tetsuro Kuroo or the royal Joestar bloodline, all the fandoms are welcome. I'm accepting mainly from Haikyuu, Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, Attack on Titan, Jujutsu Kaisen, Tokyo Revengers, My Hero Academia, Black Clover & Marvel/DC Comics, however, even if you send me a request for entry with Black Clover, Hunter x Hunter, Naruto, Bleach, Criminal Minds, Doctor Who, OR EVEN Bridgerton, I would gladly accept.

Status: Accepting writers RN!!

Rules:

I know this blog is SFW, but since there will be NSFW or Dark Content entries, this collab is thus open for writers/artists aged 18 and above. I suggest minors please DNI with this collab, I will organize an SFW collab in the future.

It's preferable if you're following me for this collab, if not, it's fine too, just send me an ask :)

No anon entries for this one.

Please send me your application requests for the collab through asks and not private DMs. I will also allow changes if necessary.

Please specify if it's going to be an artwork or a write-up.

For simplicity purposes, a character can be chosen twice at the max to involve some variety in the masterlist. :D so please keep some backups just in case.

Exceptions: Jotaro Kujo, Atsumu Miya, and Erwin Smith (since I’m writing on them, I’m leaving two more spots open for them)

Multiple entries are possible, provided you don't exert a lot of pressure on yourself.

If you're writing an NSFW or DC entry, please make sure that your age is visible on your blog and that the entries are marked as 18+

Oh and most importantly, there is no due date for the collab. This is especially for those who’ve given their entries in multiple collabs. However, if you want a structural deadline, it will be Jan 10, 2023, Feb 18,2023 ( the day I chose for Jotaro’s birthday ‘cause he’s Aquarius)

When your entry is accepted, please rb this post as much as you can.

When you're done, please tag me at @/jotatetsuken and use the following hashtag: #👑.thatwearsthecrowncollab for a guaranteed reblog :D and please don’t forget to attach a link to the masterlist.

If you’re the first to write for any fandom that’s not listed, I’ll add that accordingly.

Oh, and SFW works will be reblogged from @/tetsukentona and NSFW works will be reblogged on @musings-and-moans

Oh and this doesn’t have to be only for reader inserts. OC x Canon Ships and Selfships are allowed too. 💖

NSFW/DC will be marked by 🔞

Haikyuu

Kenma Kozume (artwork) - @mrskenmakozume

Rintarou Suna (storyteller/bard Suna x royal!reader writeup) - @saltyvanilla 🔞

Rintarou Suna (stepbrother Suna Rintarou and stepsister reader writeup) - @wakasa-wifey 🔞

Kenma Kozume and Tetsuro Kuroo (Prince Kenma x Princess reader x Bodyguard Kuroo write up ) - @beware-of-the-rogue 🔞

Wakatoshi Ushijima - @wakatshi 🔞

Shugo Meian - @haikyutiehoe 🔞

Hajime Iwaizumi (Knight Commander Iwaizumi) - @mxonigirimiya

Tooru Oikawa (arranged marriage/enemies to lovers) - @oikawas-milk-bread

Meant to Be (Series) — Atsumu Miya (bridgerton! au) (feat. Osamu Miya) - @/jotatetsuken

Attack on Titan

Reiner Braun (bodyguard! Reiner x Royalty!Reader) - @cirigiri 🔞

Erwin Smith (personal-guard!erwin falling in love with his charge, princess!Reader) - @/jotatetsuken

body guard!Armin x princess!reader one sided enemies-to friends-to lovers - @honeylmnade 🔞

In Another World — Reiner Braun (vigilante!reiner x princess!reader) - @mattsunkawa

My Hero Academia

Katsuki Bakugo - @/haikyutiehoe 🔞

Eijiro Kirishima - @lou-struck

Jujutsu Kaisen

Satoru Gojo - @aizumie

Suguru Geto (Tribal Leader Geto) - @/mxonigirimiya

Ryomen Sukuna x Reader - @tetsoorou 🔞

Ryomen Sukuna x Reader - @ry0m3n 🔞

Okkotsu Yuuta & Inumaki Toge x Reader - @/ry0m3n 🔞

A Prince Dressed in Blood — Naoya Zenin - @mekiza 🔞

Toji Fushiguro - @/mekiza 🔞

Tokyo Revengers

Manjiro "Mikey" Sano & Izana Kurokawa (prince! manjiro and prince!izana writeup) - @21-06-1996 🔞

Ryuguji "Draken" Ken (crown apparent reader x step bro draken) - @/beware-of-the-rogue 🔞

Haruchiyo Sanzu (princess reader with knight sanzu) - @kshira 🔞

Prince!Izana + Royal advisor!Kakucho x Princess!Reader (Arranged marriage and enemies to lovers.) - @usagiiboo 🔞

Prince! Ran Haitani x Princess!reader x Guard!Haruchiyo Sanzu - @bxnten 🔞

Prince!Ran Haitani x Chambermaid!Reader - @shinigamiplayroom 🔞

Lord!Kakucho Hitto x princess reader - @pulchritxde 🔞

crowned prince! Takashi Mitsuya x maid fem!reader - @portfolio-of-dreams 🔞

Black Clover

Julius Novachrono (dom!bodyguard!reader x king!Julius) - @simpingforthisonedeer 🔞

Nozel Silva x f!Reader - @arcanestage

Yuno x f!Reader - @/arcanestage

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

Prince!Jotaro Kujo x Princess Consort!Anika Sen — @/jotatetsuken (suggestive part 1, 🔞 part 2)

Prince!Jotaro Kujo x Knight!(AFAB Reader) - @/jotatetsuken (suggestive)

Prince!Giorno Giovanna — @mrsgiovanna

Duke!Prosciuttto x Commoner!Reader — @jellyluchi 🔞

Marvel/DC

Jervis Tetch x Reader - @fuckedupandevilblorbos

Locked Characters 'cause they've been requested twice:

Rintarou Suna, Kenma Kozume, Izana Kurokawa, Haruchiyo Sanzu, Ryomen Sukuna, Ran Haitani, Kakucho Hitto, Reiner Braun

tagging my friends here so that they can see and hopefully enroll in this :D

@sanoinc @quirrrky @festive @ceo-of-daichi @chronic-claire-universe @megumischubbycheeks @animated-moon @ffsg0jo @hyeque @lunaevangeline @lunarmins @rueren @suckerforsugawara @p-antomime @maitaro @beelenciaga @atsumeii

#shyna's collab ventures #👑.thatwearsthecrowncollab #royalty au #musings of an extrovert #haikyuu!! #jujustu kaisen #attack on titan #tokyo revengers #black clover #jojo's bizarre adventure #my hero academia #marvel cinematic universe #dc

[mxomo]

꒰ 🔞 nsfw  •  🍭 fluff  •  🥀 angst  •  🌱 upcoming ꒱

kuroo tetsurō. [ 🍭 caring again  •  kuroo comforts you as you adjust to your move to tokyo. continuation of care ]

bokuto kōtarō. [ 🔞 little thief  •  you catch bokuto with a little something of yours in his pocket. ]

miya atsumu. [ 🔞 a kiss good luck  •  you kiss your husband good luck before an important match. ] [ 🥀 care  •  part 1 | part 2  •  it’s often the little things that matter, and atsumu learns this the hard way. ] [ 🔞 e͏a͏t͏i͏n͏g͏ a͏t͏ h͏o͏m͏e͏  •  atsumu loves date night. ]

miya osamu. [ 🍭 onigiri baby  •  osamu shares his love of volleyball with his twin, and his love of food with you. ]

oikawa tōru. [ 🥀 the next chapter  •  you loved him so much, but it wasn’t enough. and that’s okay. ]

sakusa kiyoomi. [ 🔞 helping him train  •  sakusa enjoys when you help him out. ] [ 🔞 please, omi  •  you ask sakusa for a favour after you split from your ex. ]

serial works in chronological order:

au1: care/caring again  ꒰ one - three - two ꒱ 

🔞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 [ 1: poseidon & dry humping. 2: hades & face fucking. 3: thor & begging. 4: buddha & somnophilia. 5: hermes & nippleplay. 6: hades & breeding. 7: buddha & cockwarming. 8: hermes & voyeurism. 9: thor & size kink. 10: shiva & exhibitionism. ]

#*masterlist #*masterpost

[bubbleteaimagines]

˗ ˏ ˋ 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨 ˎ ˊ ˗

🤍 name — ani rose

🪣 age — nineteen

🤍 pronouns — she/her

🪣 likes — sausage sandwiches

🤍 dislikes — rude people

˗ ˏ ˋ 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 ˎ ˊ ˗

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NO MINORS ALLOWED TO INTERACT WITH NSFW CONTENT I WILL BLOCK YOU

Additionally, all minors must block the tag #spicytea.txt before following me

Please no rushing if you requested a fic, I will get to it in time

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Woke Up in Vegas with a Stranger | Miya Atsumu SMAU

Three's a Crowd Collab | 4k Event (18+)

How the Haikyuu Boys like to fuck you | Headcanon (18+)

Haikyuu Boys as cliche sex tropes | Headcanon (18+)

𝟏𝐤 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝟐𝐤 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝟑𝐤 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝟒𝐤 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

#welcome #navigation

[akanothere]

🔞 NO MINORS

NSFW

Sakusa Kiyoomi X Miya Atsumu

https://poipiku.com/1515561/4684279.html

(Follow Twitter then click on the link above, make sure you are over 18 please)

#haikyuu #hq #haikyuu fanart #haikyuu fandom #sakuatsu #sakusa kiyoomi #miya atsumu #no minors #akanothere