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#ATSUMU BETTER BE SMOOCHING U OR I WILL >:((

heich0e · 2 years

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Dear Liv,

Happy Saturday 💓! I’m sorry that your tummy hurts & I hope you get well soon! I feel like osamu would prepare a hot water bottle & some tea & snuggle up with soothing words whereas Atsumu would lay his head on your tummy & give it a stern talking, followed by belly rubs & kisses (& maybe blows one or two raspberries) until you’re feeling better <3. Wish you a fantastic weekend! Do you have any fun plans you’re looking forward to?

Yours truly,

a belly-rub-enthusiastic follower 🖤 (is that even a word lol?)

HI NANA (i know who u are) HAPPY SATURDAY BABYYYY!! my tummy actually feels fine now bc i had coffee n a bagel. turns out i was just hungry lmaooo.

GOD ATSUMU SNUGGLING INTO YOUR TUMMY AND BEING LIKE "stop causing problems for my girl >:(" i can't handle this. and osamu?? just doting on you?? i am :( so sad :( i want him :(

i am going out for dinner tonight w some fwiendssss and then i think tmr i'm hanging out with my older sister and forcing her to buy me things <3 like all little sisters should <3

do you have any fun plans?? is the weather supposed to be nice where you are?? it smelled like fall when i woke up this morning and it made me so so happy.

SENDING U SMOOCHES MWAH MWAH

#liv got mail

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arroelin · 3 years

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Hi shawty *lipbite*, could you write some f!reader scenario abt boys planning a suprise for mothers day with their kids. With Tsukishima, Sakusa, Kita, Suga and Atsumu? Thanks *big smooch*

— planning a surprise with their kids for mother’s day

characters: (dad!) tsukishima kei, sakusa kiyoomi, kita shinsuke, sugawara koushi, miya atsumu (x f!reader)

genre: fluff

wc: 1300+

<*lipbites back* *wink* you’re hawt ;) thanks for requesting!!>

TSUKISHIMA’s legs were twisted uncomfortably as he sat on one of the colourful children’s chairs at his son’s small craft table.

“what are you making?” he asks, turning to face the child.

“i wanna make a card!!” his son exclaims, leaning over the table to tug a large package of construction paper from under the pile of coloured markers- successfully pushing them off the table.

tsukishima chuckles before bending over to fix the mess on the floor, “do you need my help?”

“you have to make one too!” his son frowns, shoving the pack of construction paper under his nose.

“ok, ok, we’ll make two cards, then”

for the next hour, the room is silent- save for the soft shuffling sound of markers on paper.

“do you think mommy will like it?” the small child asks, gazing at his dad with hopeful eyes.

“of course she will,” tsukishima replies quickly, giving his son a pat on the head before lowering his voice, “now we have to be quiet, so we can surprise her.”

“happy mother’s day!!!” you walk into the room to see your son holding out a big card in front of him.

a smile stretches across your face, “awww baby, thank you so much! it looks so good!”

you bend down to give the small child a hug before glancing at your husband. he looks away, cheeks tinted pink, as he hands you his own card, “looks like i have a gift for you too.”

you snort, scanning it quickly before you quirk an eyebrow at him jokingly, “i think your son’s looks much better.”

it’s the week before mother’s day and SAKUSA did not want to face the rush of people at the mall, so sitting in front of the computer screen, he holds his daughter on his lap as he browses through the catalogue of gifts.

“what should we get mommy?” he asks, tilting his head to look at his daughter.

“this one!” she exclaims as she bounces excitedly on his lap, pointing towards a pink tiara.

sakusa frowns, “that’s something you want, we need to get something that mommy wants.”

“why won’t mommy want this?”

sakusa’s eyes widen in panic at he watches his daughter’s eyes fill with tears. “we can get that for you, but you need to pick out something else for mommy,” he says quickly, patting her curls reassuringly.

she nods, beaming happily, and sakusa sighs. he was never good at saying no to his daughter.

“what about this one?” he asks, pointing towards a necklace.

“no, it’s ugly.”

his eyebrows knit and he pouts slightly at his daughter’s harsh rejection- so she inherited his bluntness.

sakusa’s eyes dart up from the computer when he hears your footsteps approaching. he turns to his daughter and explains quickly, “princess, remember- this is a surprise, so we can’t tell mommy anything.”

you knock on the door before walking into the room they were both in, “what are you two up to?”

shaking your head slightly, you chuckle as you watch the both of them look away, refusing to meet your eyes.

the surprise is safe for now (hopefully), but sakusa would have to make sure to get his daughter’s approval on a gift another day.

KITA was prepared for mother’s day- after all, he’s had the date circled on his calendar for a while.

he had gotten out of bed extra early- carefully, as not to wake you- to make sure the entire house was clean, and when the kids woke up as well, they also started preparing right away.

his daughter had volunteered to go out into the fields in the backyard to gather flowers, and his son is inside- helping him prepare breakfast.

“daddy! i found so many pretty ones!” his daughter runs into the living room, clutching a basket filled with different coloured wild flowers- eyes twinkling with pride.

kita bends down to look at the flowers, and he smiles, “they look beautiful, i’m sure mommy will like them very much.”

“dad! i need help.”

his son’s voice from the kitchen interrupts him and kita rushes over. “here, i got it,” he assures. “why don’t you help me set up the tray?”

and the small boy nods enthusiastically before running out of the kitchen.

kita has everything under control so that when you wake up, you are greeted with your son- who is carefully holding up a tray with your breakfast, and your daughter- who is clutching a large bouquet of flowers.

you rub the sleep out of your eyes and beam brightly, “this is perfect, thank you so much!”

seeing you smile, kita couldn’t be any happier.

he walks over to the bed and places a soft kiss on your forehead before nuzzling your hair affectionately, “thank you for being the best mom in the world.”

SUGAWARA had woken up early on the morning of mother’s day to bring his daughter to the flower shop to find a gift.

and right now, he can only throw the florist an apologetic look as he chases after his daughter who was running excitedly down the aisles.

“sweetheart, wait for me,” he calls out, catching up to the small girl and grasping her hands tightly with a sigh of relief.

“it’s so pretty!” the child marvels, eyes twinkling with amazement.

sugawara chuckles at his daughter’s enthusiasm before crouching down to face her, “we have to choose some flowers for mommy.”

his daughter nods her head dramatically, “for mother’s day!”

“that’s right, for mother’s day,” he smiles, returning her nod with an exaggerated one of his own. “which one do you want to get?”

the small girl swivels her head to look at the flowers surrounding her. “this one!” she exclaims, pointing at a large bouquet of bright pink flowers.

on the car ride home, his daughter sits in the back, hugging the bouquet tightly.

you had just walked out of your bedroom when you heard the front door open, followed by the sound of your daughter’s excited chatter.

“happy mother’s day!!!” your daughter screams, running towards you with a large bouquet of pink flowers.

“sweetie, this looks beautiful!! thank you so much!!” you exclaim happily as you pick up your daughter- who was still holding the flowers- peppering her face with kisses.

you feel a hand snaking over your shoulders and you turn your head to see your husband. sugawara grins before pressing his lips onto yours, murmuring a soft, “happy mother’s day.”

ATSUMU’s son had told him he wanted to surprise mommy with pancakes for mother’s day, and he is determined to make that happen.

“you look like uncle osamu!” the small boy giggles when he sees atsumu in one of your aprons.

atsumu freezes before turning to his son with an offended expression, placing his hands over his heart. “how could ya insult yer daddy like that,” he exclaims dramatically.

narrowing his eyes, he saunters towards the child and tackles him with tickles- smirking when his son begs him to stop.

“ok, now let me focus.”

“i wanna help!” his son yells, jumping up excitedly.

atsumu purses his lips, thinking of something to give the small boy to do. “ok, hold this, and move yer arm in circles,” he says, handing his son the bowl of pancake batter and a large spoon.

atsumu is sweating by the stove- trying his best to make each pancake look perfect- that he had forgotten all about his son.

turning around, atsumu’s eyes widen when he sees the pancake batter splattered all over the counter and dripping onto the floor.

he gulps, before plastering a smile on his face, “good job, buddy.”

his son smiles brightly, “can i cook pancakes now?”

atsumu gives him a sheepish smile, “let me handle that, alright?”

“we did it,” atsumu sighs proudly, collapsing on the dining room chair as he admires the plate of pancakes on the table.

the small boy jumps up and down in excitement, “let’s go get mommy!”

atsumu suddenly remembers the mess in the kitchen- the pancake batter on the floor and the collection of dirty bowls on the counter.

“u-uh, how about we surprise her with breakfast in bed instead.”

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heyaeolus · 3 years

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Hii, are you taking request? If it's not bothersome, that haikyuu as a parent was adorable XD and I would like to request something similar. How about Haikyuu as dads embarrassing their daughter/son, (maybe Kuroo, Bokuto, Oikawa and Atsumu) who would most likely do this 😂

HQ boys being embarrassing fathers

The length is pretty inconsistent depending on what situation I thought out for the character. I personally think I’m not that good with jokes he he he...

I HOPE U LIKE IT OMG

AND YES I TAKE IN REQUESTSSSS

Bokuto

We all know he is loud and we don’t even have to say it

You were usually the one who drives your daughter to school but today, you end up waking up late because a certain someone decided that you needed the extra sleep (yes he’s sweet but you have a meeting with the executives)

So you’ve now got two wonderful girls with Koutarou, they’re now 6 and 12 years old

“Koutarou don’t do anything weird, okay.” That was a fair warning for him but it goes right off his ear as soon as he zooms off because hE GETS TO DRIVE HIS PRINCESSES TO SCHOOL

Your youngest was the first he dropped off. He sent him off with a big smooch and an “I love you, little owl!” Your youngest shouted back an “I love you too!” to his daddy with a big grin before running off to her classroom.

The challenge came when he dropped off your eldest. Being in her school, your daughter doesn’t want everyone to see how much of a daddy’s girl she is so when Koutarou leaned in to kiss her on the cheek, she dodged

In a second, Koutarou’s hair deflated. Your daughter tried to reason, “Dad, not here. It’s my school!”

“Do you not love me anymore, baby owl? Have you found another guy to replace daddy?

“DAD, NO. You’re overreacting.”

“No, baby owl. You should kiss daddy when he wants one!” then he tries and leans in again but this time your daughter gets off the car and shuts the door on her father’s face leaving Koutarou to his despair

But alas, there’s a solution to it! Koutarou rolls down the window of his car and pops his head out and shouts “I LOVE YOU BABY OWL! HONEY BUNCH! MY SWEET LITTLE PUMPKIN!”

Your daughter is good as dead right then as the children around stared at her father, chuckling. Others even taking a video of what was happening. Your poor daughter is as red as a tomato as she bolted further into her school grounds.

“DADDY WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU EVEN IF YOU DON’T LOVE HIM BACK”

“Mom, save me.”

The video of that incident instantly graced the internet, going viral in under 24 hours. It was safe to say Koutarou is not allowed to drive your daughters to school again. But he’s happy he got his kiss from his eldest now.

Oikawa

Another dude here that is sweet with his daughter. Literally pours his heart to his sweet little angel and gives her everything.

Sometimes, you fade into the background with these two.

One Saturday, your daughter came with company. To your horror, it was a guy named Hiro. Although decent looking, you don’t like the fact that she is engaging in romance as early as her age.

But Tooru thinks otherwise, “Oh? My sweet little angel has inherited my charm!”

Your daughter blushes at her father’s comment and pulls her company into the backyard. Settling on the bench swing in there.

It was fine and everything’s going good with him and her company until Tooru’s voice rang from inside.

“Y/D/N-chan and Hiro-kun sitting on a tree~ K I S S I N G ~”

Your daughter turned and found his dad cruelly comfortable leaning on the ledge of the window overseeing the backyard, toying with a rose that she recognized were the ones you bought to put in the vase at the living room

As if once is not enough, Tooru repeated the verse again. Your daughter felt like bURSTING

She put her face into her palms, furiously blushing. She turned to Hiro who is now awkwardly laughing at the sight of your husband. She tells him, “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry for the existence of my father. Don’t mind his presence.”

“OuCH! Y/N-chan! Why’d you do that?! I was only entertaining our visitor! Come here watch them with me.”

Sawamura

HA you bet Daichi is the model father but yes, you are partially right. He’s pretty tight with some things but is still sweet. But it doesn’t mean he doesn’t got some pretty embarrassing moments

You guys are in the mall for the weekend, shopping for new clothes as winter is approaching. You were separated from them when you followed a saleslady to find your size of the shoes you wanted

Your daughter was on her phone while her dad stood by her, shopping bags in his hands. He peeked into her phone a few times, finding her chatting with a guy. When she giggled to herself, it was peak protective father mode for Daichi “Sweetie, who are you talking to?”

“Oh. Just a friend, dad.”

Daichi scoffed to himself, skeptically glaring at the back of his daughter’s head. Thinking, “How could you lie to me, sweetie?”

Moments after, the father and daughter pair turned their heads to a guy’s voice calling out your daughter’s name. Daichi grew rigid as soon as he saw the boy

The boy, completely oblivious of Daichi’s mood, ran up to your daughter with arms spread. It was to Daichi’s horror that his daughter came into the guy’s arms and hugged him back. Daichi let them exchange a few words after but his aura is just hard to shake off with him staring hard at the guy. He soon bids goodbye, bowing at Daichi

But before he could go farther, Daichi talks to your daughter, rather LOUDLY.

“SWEETIE, I DON’T WANT YOU HUGGING RANDOM PEOPLE NEXT TIME” People around were already staring at them as Daichi continues his rant with a straight face

“Dad, geez, he’s a friend!”

“NEXT TIME YOU DO THAT THAT PERSON WILL MEET MY WRATH”

The next time your daughter had that friend over at your house along with some others, he was weirdly sweating and keeping very little space for himself

“Are you okay?” you asked the boy

“Ah, yes. Thank you, Mrs. Sawamura.”

Daichi smiled to himself while your daughter shook her head at the side in pure embarrassment

Atsumu

Atsumu has a big internet fanbase. He also keeps all his accounts active, especially his twitter. Your son blocked him in almost every platform with the exception of Instagram and Facebook for formality.

Atsumu is, rather, a supportive father to your son.

Example number one: once, your son posted a sad quote in Facebook and Atsumu commented with “Let’s have a boys’ talk later, buddy” your son deleted the post

When Atsumu came home that night he went straight to your son’s room knocking at his door. Your son was quick to reject his father, “NO DAD. THANK YOU BUT NO.”

The next one was when your son advertised Osamu’s onigiris with a picturesque post over at IG and the piss-haired twin didn’t think before he commented, “I can make better onigiris than Samu, buddy.”

You came home that night with about two days’ worth of rice on the kitchen and Atsumu wildly rapping at your son’s door. “YOU HAVE TO TASTE THIS BUDDY THIS IS BETTER”

#haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu dads #daichi sawamura #oikawa tooru #bokuto #Miya Atsumu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #aeolus answers #aeolus breeze

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1purpleboi1 · 3 years

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Cute Kisses With the Haikyuu Boys:

With Yaku, Atsumu, Akaashi, and Iwaizumi

Side note: I’m having some writers block so requests are welcomed :)

Side side note: vote for my posts here!

Yaku:

You would be at the Summer Training Camp as Nekoma’s manager after everyone is done for the day

You would be sitting on the steps leading out of the gym going over the stats for the day in your notebook while Kiss You by One Direction is playing from your phone

While singing the lyrics you would use your pen as a microphone and totally forget about writing in your notebook and just have a dance party

LITTLE DO YOU KNOW Yaku does a nightly round around the gyms to make sure all of his teammates are in bed so he doesn’t have to hear them COMPLAINING about staying up too late

He hears you singing the lyrics into your microphone pen

He comes closer, but you don’t notice ( I mean you’re jamming out, how could you )

Once you get to the lyrics “Baby, say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah” he starts singing along, making you turn around

Right at the “And let me kiss you” he pauses for a sec to make sure it’s okay LIKE THE RESPEXTFUL BOI HE IS

And you two share this EXTREMELY cute kiss to One Direction under the stars cause y’all cute like that

Atsumu:

I KNOW THIS COCKY BAS*ARD WOULD PULL THE CHAPSTICK TRICK

Let’s say you, Inarizaki’s BEAUTIFUL manager, are complaining to Kita that your lips are chapped ( I mean it’s winter and mine sure are- )

Sneaky little b*tch Atsumu hears this conversation and takes his chapstick out to put SO MUCH on his lips

LIKE BOI YOUR LIPS ARE DROWNING

And he’s all like “ Awww does Y/N - Chan need chapstick 🥺”

And you’re standing there like “yes plz u extra hoe”

Anyways and he comes strutting over and leans downnnnnn low and gives you the SWEETEST AND LIKE SEEMINGLY LONGEST KISS EVER (but it’s not bec Kita is still standing there like 👁👄👁)

And then once he pulls away he says “ there, yer lips better?” Or some COCKY thing like that-

Oh and btw Suna recordered the whole thing

Akaashi:

My luv thought this through

Let’s say you two are at the Summer Training Camp and it’s the end of the day (again)

He pulls you out and puts on Line Without a Hook by Ricky Montgomery

He grabs your hand and under those BEAUTIFUL light polluted stars you two start dancing together on the patches of grass poor Karasuno was forced to run on

At the “ She's a, she's a lady, and I am just a line without a hook" he pulls you close, cups your face and gives you the ACTUAL sweetest kiss ever

It was the peaceful, gorgeous, sweet moment until Bokuto and Kuroo come out from behind the gym doors and start clapping and wolf whistling for their owl friend

Yeah... mood ruined

Iwaizumi:

After a game, with you cheering in the stands showing your bby some luv (WHICH HE 100000% DESERVES) you come running down the stairs to the court

Once you get there you SPRINT to him

And I mean even faster than Hinata

When you find Iwa you ram into his chest and he lifts you up to spin you around

Once he puts you back down on the ground he leans down and gives you a sweet little kiss on the forehead and then gives you a longgggg smooch on the 👄.

All the while Oikawa is standing off to the side pouting bec he doesn’t have a girlfriend to do this with, while Makki and Mattsun are cackling at Oikawas expression

Masterlist

#haikyuu headcanons #Haikyuu #hq #Yaku #atsumu #iwaizumi #fluff #Haikyuu fluff #akaashi #cute #haikyuu x y/n #yaku morisuke #atsumu miya #iwaizumi hajime #akaashi keiji #yaku x reader #akaashi x reader #iwaizumi x reader #atsumu x reader

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venenatd · 3 years

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atsumu x reader; motion sickness - chapter two.

summary; the morning after the night before. waking up with a hangover, reader pieces together what went down last night as well as trying to escape from her hookup asap. i wonder how that’ll work out.

content warnings; nsfw content, marks left from sex (scratches), talking about an abusive ex (use of silent treatment/love bombing), oral (m and f receiving), sex

a/n; i hope you enjoy this. i decided to change up the pacing a little so it flows better, and combined chapter 2 and 3. therefore this is a far longer chapter (8k+ words). also, idk if this needs warning but reader says that previous hookups haven’t led to orgasm before??? just in case i guess!

ao3 | series masterlist | main masterlist | 18+ minors dni

If you could describe the feeling in your head as one thing, it would be soft dough. Soft dough that is currently being harshly kneaded by your alarm.

With bleary eyes you just try and make your phone shut up for two seconds, flopping back into the softness of your morning safety net. Your head hurts. Your legs hurt. The familiar ache that always burns in your thighs is exemplified by something.

“G’mornin’ Goldie.”

Make that someone.

His voice is low and soft and alarming to every sense. Artificial blond tufts of hair, and his tanned skin are all you can make out. You remember the appeal of his broad and muscular shoulders, how well the shirt fitted. It takes a few blinks for you to figure out if the deep red scratches that mark the expanse of his back suit him as much as the top.

“I think you should, uh, go.” Your voice is shot, and the attitude makes you cringe. There’s enough time for niceties, and you try to settle for something sweeter. “Please.”

“Why? It’s my room.”

If the dull throbbing of your head wasn’t enough of an indicator of how much you drank last night, flicking your eyes around the room to finally take in your surroundings is. There’s a suitcase and duffle bag (that definitely aren’t yours) by the chairs and side table. The art is different. It’s a bigger room all together, with a small couch area attached.

You look back at the regret beside you, and he starts to twist, arm going to wrap around your waist.

It’s enough of an incentive to pull yourself from the warmth of the bed, grabbing whatever you can as quickly as possible.

“You can stay, y’know,” Atsumu’s eyes are blinking slowly, watching you in total bemusement as you scamper round the room, pulling on your skirt. It’s not that you don’t want to. Just the idea of settling next to another body, his heat radiating where your skin meets. It's a comfort you haven’t felt in a while. You’re not sure you want to feel it.

You’re not adverse to hookups, allowing someone else into your body. The afterglow and next morning go deeper than any act of desire. It seeps into your veins.

“I’ve got to go,” Usually you wouldn’t have allowed yourself to have to make the decision, either leaving once your partner's breath slows just enough, or escorting them out quickly enough. You certainly weren’t stupid enough to loose your clothes most of the time. “Where—”

“By the door.”

“Thanks.”

Leaving the bedroom with an arm wrapped around your chest, Atsumu sits himself up on elbows to check his phone. It tells him it’s 6:47am and that the MSBY group chat was busy last night.

ginger // 12:35am

>> where are u tsumu?????

kou-bo // 12:35am

>> SMOOCHING ON TEAM NIGHT???

>> unbelievable

>> and i trsted you to spend time with us (∩︵∩)

ginger // 12:37am

>> please come back kou is crying

kou-bo // 12:38am

>> dont tell tsum tsum that hes alredy curhsed my heart <///3

>> m not cryinh

captain // 12:40am

>> i thought i told you not to get drunk.

>> go to sleep.

>> now.

There’s more back and forth as Bokuto’s spelling gets worse and worse, then devolves into talk about Akaashi, and Atsumu gives up reading.

You skittishly reappear, this time with a bra on, and your shirt in your hands.

“Thanks to you this is still wet,” you begin, and Atsumu tries not to make the obvious joke, “so I need to steal the hotel robe.”

He’s grinning like a sleepy fool, nestling back into the covers. “Just grab somethin’ of mine, I don’t mind. Think of it as payment.”

“I think you did enough of that already... Uh, sorry about your back.”

The blonde’s breathing is slow again, and he lets out a murmur of affirmation. You head to where his bags sit against the chair and pull out the softest thing your hands find: a burgundy hoodie.

You gather your phone and purse, tucking the shirt that stinks of stale beer in. Not one to spend too long on goodbyes, you quickly make your leave.

As you go to the door, Atsumu’s voice emerges once again, thick with sleep.

“Why ya goin’ so early anyway?”

“I told you. I’m competing.”

And like that you’re gone.

Getting used to early mornings is something that shouldn’t be assumed possible. As you reach the rink your eyes are still heavy with dust, remnants of last night's eyeliner clinging on. Burgundy hoodie still hugs you, but with leggings swapped for the skirt. You don’t remember much of the night’s events. Of course the drink being spilled, talking and flirting with the spiller. He was fun and entertaining, a certain glint in his eye enchanting you.

But after you left the bar, it all starts to swim a little. Bumping into one another, definitely kissing. You thought you led him to your hotel room, and somehow it happened to be the hotel you were both staying at. God forbid you meet Atsumu at the breakfast buffet.

As you begin your warm up stretches your body is constantly reminding you of the night's events. Your legs hooked over his shoulders, him pushing so deeply into you. Lunges make your mind flash back to being on all fours. It’s annoying you have no memory of how good it was. Just flashes of positions.

The scratches on his back make you think it was good though.

“You need to get deeper into that stretch.”

Faiz’s words bring you out of your thoughts, and you hope he doesn’t catch on to the warmth in your cheeks.

“So,” he extends the ‘oh’ raising an all too inquisitive brow, “did you get lucky?”

“Shut up.”

“Oh you did!” he’s laughing at you, and you lift a hand from your downward dog to flip a middle finger at him. “Well hopefully he taught you something. God knows you need it.”

“Hey?!” Your indignance makes him chuckle, apologising but only half meaning it. Faiz, for how good he is as a coach and a friend, does not feel much need in holding back. You’re both aware of how your dance, meant to be based on the ideas of romance and seduction, is not faring well.

You both make your way to the ice, you getting more pent up the more Faiz nudges at you. The entire competitive season you’ve received harsh judgement from scores and the media about your performance. ‘The free dance falls flat’, ‘with a little more oomf, she’d be amazing!’, ‘maybe she’s just too uptight for love or passion’.

No matter how hard you tried, the routine was a series of movements. No special spark. Nothing that made it stand out. And it had been getting to you.

Why can't you just show love? It should be easy to fake. Smiling and blushing and twirling around as if it’s something sweet. It never quite works.

On the rink, you practice each element and routine on repeat. As much as you adore him, Faiz is being as brutal as ever.

"I don't get why you can't just feel the music, the love and passion. Have you ever seen a rom-com?"

If looks could kill, you'd most certainly have an arrest warrant after you.

"Of course I have. Look! I don't know, I keep trying and trying but maybe I'm just not meant for," your hands gesture wildly in the air, "for love!"

"But you have been in love before, no?"

Ugh. "Sort of."

"I'm not sure love is a 'sort of' kinda topic."

"It was with him, okay?" You say through gritted teeth.

"Okay," Faiz can tell he's hit a nerve, and whilst he's more than happy to press into it when it comes to skating, your eyes are a little too sad this time. Being your coach means he’s seen pretty much all your ups and downs, knows you far beyond friendship.

Your ex had been interesting to say the least when it came to love. Saying the L-word so quickly after you started dating hit you like a train. Then the carriages ran you over too, as he got madder and angrier that you didn’t feel ready to say it back.

“I don’t fucking get it. I do everything I can for you.”

“We’re reading the same book! You’re just a couple chapters ahead of me,” you had smiled. His face stayed unmoving, cold and still.

You’d learned from that day that silence was far worse than shouting. Even when you eventually had said it, after days of pressure, he didn’t believe you. So you would stir it into his tea, flavour food with it, kiss it into his skin and try to get the meaning of love into his veins.

Time got spotty when you thought back to him, how you couldn’t distinguish when and how it flipped from him asking you to say you loved him, to you saying it every moment you could. That desperate for him to break that cold facade, to smile at you.

At some point you started believing that you did in fact love him. Would it have hurt so much if you didn’t? So, sort of would have to do.

Your morning is spent twinging at aching muscles, doing spins and jumps again and again. Faiz constantly bickering at you to just let it flow, to use whatever happened last night to inspire you. But you can’t remember last night, and all you want is bed and warmth and to forget about the notion of love.

It’s only a couple of hours after your exit that Atsumu wakes. His, unlike yours, is an unrushed morning. Flicking to some random channel on the TV, drinking coffee from the complimentary pods. He finally responds to the group chat, only to be met with teasing about bailing on guys night.

It was somewhat of a ritual for the team. The last hurrah before the intensity of competition begins. Typically the nights would start with Sakusa excusing himself early, despite the pouting and omi-omi’s Atsumu would attempt. They would end with Koutarou whining about missing Keiji, and Atsumu finding someone to distract himself with.

Seems Hinata had to deal with Bo last night, and Atsumu had definitely succeeded with a satisfying all encompassing distraction.

He steps into the shower, getting rid of the sweat and drowsiness from his body. It stings as he turns his back to the spray, and for a moment he wonders why. ‘Sorry about your back’. Quickly hopping out the walk in, Atsumu studies his reflection.

The mirror reveals deep reddened lines that trail down his back, noticeable enough he scoffs at them. “Jesus,” he whispers, moving back into the shower to wash.

There’s something about it that sends a shiver up his spine. The idea of being marked from the pleasure he gave you. He can’t remember it well enough, but he hopes he gave you something to remember him by too.

It's not something he'd admit to anyone else, but he's half disappointed you didn't scrawl your number on the pad by the phone. He’s more disappointed he checked it just in case.

The morning goes by easily, a jog being a welcome break in the monotony. It clears the last of the hangover from his mind, and by the afternoon training session, Atsumu is his usual energized self.

He’s greeted with a few whistles and howls in the locker room, and meets it with eye-rolls.

“There he is! Mr. Bailing-Guys-Night!”

“Ah jeez, you really not gonna let that go?" He gets down on one knee with open arms, "Please, Bo, I beg of you. Forgive me.”

Koutarou responds to Atsumu’s dramatics with his own, lip wobbling and eyes going wide, “Tsum-Tsum, we missed you.”

“I did not miss you,” Sakusa adds from beneath his mask.

“Kiyoomi was near sobbing ‘Tsumu,” Shoyo grins at him, before elbowing Kou in the ribs, “and Bo was full on sobbing.”

Atsumu accepts the hand offered to him, pulling himself off his knee and goes to swap his shirt, only to be met with more hollering.

“What was she, a lion?!” from Bo.

“A wolf?” Shoyo adds with delight, “no! A jackal!”

“Please shut up.” Kiyoomi states as Bokuto and Hinata are struggling to breathe between laughter, giving Atsumu a devastating once over.

Practice is an assault on Atsumu's body, one that he enjoys even after all this time. Drills and repetitive movements seep into his brain, taking over his thoughts. But not entirely.

He wonders why you're saying you're competing. Not that it even matters, but such a bold faced fib has just got his mind wandering. Maybe you meant you were a manager, your team was competing. But why such an early start? The team that unruly you need to be an iron fist for them?

It’s stupid, but it bugs Atsumu enough he goes and asks Foster who the first team on the roster for the court were this morning. Upon receiving an answer he gets his phone out and googles- god, why is he googling- their team. You're most certainly not their manager. Or for the team after that.

Accepting defeat and the fact that he really shouldn't care this much about a one night stand, Atsumu pockets his phone again, and lets his focus return to volleyball.

Meian gathers the team around in the locker room to go over the last minute details. A few days of media, interviews and such. Press junkets for some sponsorships. They’re for the most part boring, just going on about the team and ‘trying our best!’, but the attention makes it a little interesting. Then it’ll be the first match and concentration time.

The team and Atsumu have traditions. A final night of drinks, picking out a postcard and magnet from each city to put on the fridge of their home training ground. Then each player has their own little good luck charms. Bokuto’s is a call for calming down with Akaashi. Hinata goes to the bathroom, which is weird, but works. Atsumu has a sweater from high school. He’ll wear it each day after practice between guys night and the first match. Washing it so many times over the years has softened the fabric, and even though it’s slightly more snug than before, he cherishes it.

So why, when searching for the maroon hoodie of his dreams, does he not find it?

Fuck, something like this could throw him off his game.

“Are you alright, Miya?” Sakusa asks quietly. For all his taunts, he can pick up on the behavioural changes of his team quite astutely.

“My hoodie… I know I packed it,” Atsumu starts to take everything out the duffel, knowing that there will be no hint of red in there.

Kiyoomi sighs tentatively. But he does care. “Well, where did you last see it?”

“If I knew that Omi, I wouldn’t be losin’ it now, would I?”

“Do you want my help?”

Sakusa’s tone is sharp, but he’s clearly trying to help. Atsumu is worrying his lip, letting out a murmured “sorry.”

“Don’t be. Just, don’t panic. It’ll be in your hotel room.”

Despite his passive exterior, Kiyoomi is somehow one of the few people that can calm him in a few sentences. So, after a few deep breaths, Atsumu packs his duffel bag back up and tries to stay as neutral as his friend.

Hinata and Bokuto are as hyper as ever, and he almost starts to feed off them as they head back to the hotel. Plans are made for the evening, watching some old matches together and reviewing any moves that may pop up. As he waves goodbye to his teammates, Atsumu heads back to his room, nearing a good mood.

It sobers up quickly as he routes through his suitcase. No hoodie. Then he goes through the room, checking under pillows, and under the perfectly made up bed. Obviously no success. It’s equal parts frustrating and worrying. Yes, Atsumu knows in reality he’s a good- well, great- volleyball player. He loves his sport. But once something had become so routine he knows feeling slightly off about it could affect his performance. Just as someone being too loud on the court could, it swings him more than he’d like to admit.

omi-omi // 4:35pm

>>Any luck?

Me // 4:35pm

>> no :/

omi-omi // 4:36pm

>> Could Osamu have it? Mixed it up somehow?

That’s when it dawns on him. Samu is (for once) out of the way of Atsumu’s path. You, however, are most certainly not. “She didn’t…” he mutters to no one but himself. Having been nice enough to offer you a shirt was one thing, but that hoodie…

Atsumu needs it back.

For most people, Atsumu’s slightly narrowed eyes and grin cocked to one side is a winning combination. The smoulder, as Bokuto would come to call it. He’s pulling it out now, a last ditch attempt at persuasion. Honey eyes gleam with charm, eyebrows raised enough to show interest. But the grey wiry haired woman in front of him seems unfazed, mouth remaining in a straight line.

“Sir, I told you,” she’s trying her best to keep her voice customer friendly, but she looks entirely done, “I cannot give you their room or,” she raises her voice as Atsumu starts to open his mouth, “or phone number. First name alone is not enough.”

His head drops for a moment, before checking the name tag and smiling back at the woman. “Thank you for all your help, Claudia.”

“Have a good evening, Sir.”

“Yeah, you too.”

Atsumu turns away, and he almost screams.

“Claudia! It’s her!”

“Sir?”

Coming back from the gym, you were slow and sluggish, finally using the last of your little energy. A nap, and then dinner, and then more sleep. That was all you wanted. Yawning and stretching, you’re making your way through the lobby, ready for the coziness awaiting you.

Instead, there’s a blonde hurtling towards you at a rapid pace. “I told you she was here! I got her!”

“You what?!”

He’s hurtled towards you, grabbing your arm and dragging you as if to present you to the poor woman behind the counter. She gives you both a tight lipped smile, evidently done with her entire evening. Next he’s pulling you away from the other guests queued up, and you’re being rushed and tugged in every direction. If this is what he’s like sober, maybe the muscles aching weren’t such a good sign.

Bringing you to a quiet space, firm hands grab your shoulders, and you look up to the slightly wild eyes meeting your own. Oh god.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

His eyes soften, becoming warm pools of honey as he searches your face. “You have something of mine.”

“I do?” you squeak. Then your mind flashes back to this morning, the hoodie you tossed on to make your way down the hall and return to your own room. You calm your voice from any trembling as you echo, “I do.”

“I know I didn’t specify what you could have, and I’m real sorry darlin’, but I need that one back.” He’s staring at you with a lopsided smile that you’re sure most would melt at.

“So much for repayment, hmm?” You sidestep him, headed towards the elevator. For a moment, his heart drops, watching after you. Not that he’d be opposed to annoying you every time he sees you until the hoodie is back in his clutches, but Atsumu isn’t going to go so far as to follow you to your room. Then you pause, turning back to him, “you coming?” and he’s like a puppy all over again, quickly at your heel.

The elevator feels slower than normal. The air thick and heavy as you each rest against opposite walls. You both make stilted attempts at conversation, each lasting a couple of sentences.

Walking along an awkwardly patterned carpet, you let him into your room. Much smaller than the one you spent the night in, there’s just the bed with a little side table. It’s fairly messy, only neatened by the staff into small piles. And in the middle of it all, there’s the goods. Many would call Atsumu dramatic, but that’s the furthest thing from his mind as he thinks maroon has never looked so beautiful.

He’s holding and smoothing over the fabric as you eye him with a brow raised. “I’m sorry for taking something so important to you. I just picked what was easiest.”

“No, no, it’s fine. I’m just sorry you had to leave in such a rush,” he stretches forward, examining the hoodie further. It makes the shirt he’s wearing lift a little, revealing the deep V on his torso and a little happy trail. You scold yourself before you get too distracted. Why are you even looking? Jesus.

Thankfully, the man in front of you is far from paying attention.

“Yeah, I just had plans, y’know how it is.” The slight strain in your voice is enough for Atsumu to be brought down from his hoodie induced high. His limited experience of you has provided him with evidence that you’re usually quick to snap back, tone coated in sarcasm. So why are you acting shy all of a sudden?

“I was enjoyin’ how cozy you were next to me. Even with the snoring.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re excused, Goldie. The snores were worth it.”

“I do not snore.”

“You kinda do,” he pauses over each syllable. Your face is doing that thing again. Trying so hard not to break into laughter, to let him know he’s doing well and being rewarded with your giggles. It’s annoying how his soft accent and boyish grin win you over so quickly. “I think you’re some sorta feral animal. Snoring, living in this mess—”

“It’s not that bad—”

“Clawing my back.”

That shuts you up. The tension is back, travelling from the elevator and spreading all around the room. You try to keep your voice even and cool, “Sorry again for that.”

“Why would you be sorry?” He takes a step closer to you, and waits to see if you take a step back. You don’t, stuck in place with chains of oozing charisma. Honeyed eyes watch your own flick between his features.

You make an attempt to step out of the tension, looking to the side and away from the massive presence in front of you. “I don’t even remember doing it.”

Playing aloof can only get you so far you find out, as you let out a tight smile and reignite eye contact with Atsumu.

“Want me to remind you?”

Yes, dear god, yes.

He makes another stride in your direction, leaving barely any distance between you. You stick a hand out as if to stop him, letting your palm rest on his abdomen. Where you can now most definitely feel the ‘V’ line you were checking out earlier. With narrowed eyes you search his face for a reason to say no.

You don’t find it.

With a slow breath, your hand travels upwards, feeling and crossing the firm planes of his muscles. Feeling his stomach tighten, not in order to show off his abs, but out of excitement and intrigue. It brings a little smile to the corner of your mouth, which he watches closely. Waiting so patiently.

Mapping across his body, the hair on Atsumu’s arms starts to rise, for you are so soft and gentle to his large and hard. Fingers trail gracefully up to his pectoral, and you wish you could feel if his heart was racing. Finally your digits make their way to his collarbone, and dragging fingertips across his neck.

Atsumu’s eyes flutter, and his lips part. The gentlest sigh passes between them, and you wrap your hand behind his neck, pulling him towards you.

Your lips slot together, soft for a second, before you grasp onto his hair and bring him deeper.

He cups your face, a thumb at your jaw makes you open your lips more. Licking into your mouth and happy with how receptive you are, Atsumu closes on to your waist. Large palms spread across your back, before one closes around your waist, the other on your hip. He wants your body against his, pressed to him in all it’s warmth.

Your bodies do not remain still for long, big hands pushing you back until your knees hit the bed and you fall backwards. A memory of last night comes to mind, and you think it must be one of his ‘moves’. Moving your body up the bed, you’re quickly stopped by a firm hold on your ankle.

“Stay.” So the puppy becomes the master. You’re left panting, raising yourself onto elbows as the man curves himself over you. One more wet kiss to your lips, before he goes over your jaw, your earlobe - “sensitive, hmm?” he murmurs when your body twitches at the contact. His tongue traces up the column of your throat.

He’s trying so hard to be patient. Not that he doubts his prowess when it comes to pleasure of the opposite sex (or the same for that matter), but usually a hook up is just that. And now he’s made promises of back scratchingly good sex. But when you’re squirming beneath him, fingers pressed into his arms and hips lifting off the bed, it’s getting hard. Maybe you don’t want patient.

“Ju- just,” you whimper beneath him as he starts to push up your top. Why is it so hard to ask for what you want?

“Just what, Goldie?”

“Just fuck me already.” It’s almost like you read his mind.

He pauses at the expanse of skin he was about to kiss, and eyes you. Slow and patient flies out the window as he cups your clothed pussy. You hum a little, the sensation getting there but far from enough. Atsumu lets you grind down a few times, enjoying the tension leaving your features. But then he draws away, leaving you whining and eyebrows stitching back together.

“Could be nicer about it.”

“Atsumu. Fuck. Me.”

He pouts, and you can’t tell if he’s hurt or about to scold you. Lifting off you, his fingers play at the hem of his shirt. “What’s the magic word?”

You wish you weren’t about to say it. But it’s like you’re not even in control as the moving material reveals chiselled abs and strong arms beneath it. The darker hair is there, leaving a little trail down to where your imagination will take over (for now). And so, despite yourself, as he stretches his shoulders back, eyes dark as they look down at you, you whisper, “please.”

He looks like he wants to ruin you. Smirking, he responds, “much better.”

Your eyes roll back into your head as he leans back over, forgoing your trousers and dipping under the waistband. Holding finger pads close over your clit he rubs softly, before going further, feeling how wet you’ve become through your panties. He bites back a little whine, and immediately relinquishes his hand. Bringing your head back up from the bed with alarm, he utters something about patience, and immediately pulls down your pants.

Lifting your hips to aid him, you tug your shirt off too. He lets out a low whistle, “I’m gonna get distracted, doll.” Hands grasp at the fat of your tits, pulling down the cups of your bras to play with your nipples between his fingers. To bring his head down means his hips slot in between your legs again, and you can feel him grinding against your core. He’s hard, and from what you can tell, big.

Taking your pebbled nipple into his mouth he sucks gently, enjoying the mews that come from your mouth. He moves between each one, making sure they are peaked and sensitive. Only then does he lightly bite, and your hand curling into his hair signifies that the pleasure, twinged with a little pain, is working wonderfully.

You roll your hips against his crotch, and you can feel the vibrations of the hum it draws from him against your skin.

It emboldens you, and you move your free hand down, skimming the waistband of his sweats. He curls his hips, letting his forehead rest on your chest for a moment. His eyes travel between the valley of your breasts, watching your hand palm at his cock.

“Eager, hmm?” he murmurs against you, enjoying the way you card through his hair. Pink cheeks and heavy lids come into your view. You are so eager to please that face.

Sinking down, you push against his firm abs once more, his body moving off you. Your mouth lingers across his torso. Swirling your tongue around his nipples, letting it trail down all the curves of his stomach. He signs and lets you little half moans, and you want nothing more than to receive the full song of his pleasure in your ears.

You rest on your knees, kissing around his hip bones and upper thighs. As you drag the fabric down, you leave a wake of licks and nips. Atsumu watches and runs a hand through his hair and down his face. He likes to be in control, but this, this is testing his restraint and it’s biting at his curiosity.

Palming over the bulge of his briefs, some of your aching muscles this morning are beginning to make sense. You mouth over his length, looking up with big doe eyes to see him bite his lower lip. Rolling the last remaining item in between you and your goal down, Atsumu’s cock springs forward and up. It’s thicker rather than long, with one thin vein travelling up the underside.

The prettiest part of his dick is the flushed tip, slowly leaking pre-cum.

You smile, you fucking smile, up at him. Atsumu watches your thumb brush across his slit, feeling his eyes flutter. Then as you wrap your fist around him and pump they roll back into his head. Watching the persona you’ve briefly come to know fall apart a little is more enjoyable than you’d ever tell him.

“Fuck-” he starts to whine, as your wet pink muscle pokes out frm between your lips. Circling the head of his cock and tasting the saltiness of his pre. Letting your jaw fall slack, you let him take back over, holding his length at the base and feeding it to you slowly.

He doesn’t push too far into your mouth, and you hollow your cheeks as you withdraw. Replacing his hand you make slow movements with your fist. Coming off his cock, Atsumu is treated to the sight of your tongue lolling out your mouth, strands of spit still hanging between it and his head. You look far too good, and he feels his self control weathering.

Your mouth is so hot, and wet, and perfect, as you bring him in again. Atsumu has his head rolled back, eyes closed. Large hands paw at your hair, fingers scratch into your scalp. He wants more, and you can feel it in the way his thigh tenses under your palm. Curling your fingers, you drag your nails slightly down the skin. It reminds him of the scratches on his back, and instinctively his stomach butterflies, and he knows you felt his cock twitch in your mouth.

Putting your hand over the one in your hair, you push down, giving him the okay. “You want- haah, fuck,” his voice still oozes with natural charisma, until he looks down again, and sees you encouraging him. Using the grip on your scalp, he brings you further down his length, letting the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat.

Gagging around him only spurs you on. You enjoy impressing people and pleasing them, and the moans that fly out his lips each time your nose touches his trimmed pubes only spurs you on. Sitting back on your feet, you allow Atsumu to pump into your mouth, until he’s leaning over your head and resting his hands on the bed.

“W- We’re not gonna get to the main event, Goldie,” he says through gritted teeth, letting out a whine as you withdraw, making sure to give one final swipe of your tongue up the underside of his shaft and over his head.

His hand is at your jaw, bringing you up from the floor and bringing you quickly into a heated kiss. You wonder if he can taste himself on you. It’s messy and sloppy, full of urgency and need. Fingers spread your ass cheeks, then massage them together. He’s tugging you closer to him, letting his wet cock press against your stomach and he growls into your mouth.

Turning you, he leaves trails of saliva across your neck, your nape and shoulders. Anywhere he can touch he wants to kiss. His fingers unclasp your bra, hands reaching around to roll your nipples between his fingers. Your head rests back against him, little moans falling from you. He sucks at the skin by your neck. Tomorrow you can see what gifts he can leave you with.

His hand travels down, pushing into your panties and finally knowing just how soaked you are. Murmurs fall from him that sound like, “all this for me?” and “just you wait, baby”. Pushing digits inside you, you have to hold on to the arm that wraps around you. On tip toes to give him easier access, your knees wobble at the simplest of movements.

“I got you, Goldie,” he’s pressing kisses into your temple, moving the two fingers inside you until they’re at the last knuckle. Atsumu scissors them, stretching you and making your walls squeeze against him. “I got you.”

You whine at the loss of contact as he removes himself from you, but his fingers are quick to pull at the cotton of your underwear, dragging them down your thighs. Hands squeeze and massage the softness of your skin, and as he lifts each foot to pull away the fabric, he lets your balance on him falter. Falling forward to the bed with a soft yelp, he runs the back of his fingers up your inner thigh.

Thumbs come to spread your folds, and your cheeks heat with the shamelessness of the position. There is nowhere to hide or shy away as Atsumu buries his tongue in your cunt. He laps at you like you are his last drink. Tongue darts into your hole before he replaces it with his fingers, moving the wet muscle to circle your clit.

The mixture of his saliva and your slick makes thrusting his fingers easy and quick.

“Y-you don’t have to,” you stammer out. Your legs quiver either side of him, trying to stay afloat from the man you are drowning in.

It puzzles Atsumu. He’s nose deep in your folds, inhaling and tasting you in all your intimacy. Why wouldn’t he want to? “Why—”

From your last relationship to the hook-ups you’ve experienced, men do not want to spend the time building you to finish. No matter if it’s so good your toes curl, there’s something that holds you back from falling over the edge. It’s fine that way, you can go home and sort yourself out the next day if need be.

But it’s almost embarrassing to say out loud. “I- I just won’t finish, but i- fuck- it’s good.” You don't want to insult him or his skill, but you really want his cock, and you really don’t want to waste his time.

“Why won’t you finish?” His fingers still grind in and out of you, but he’s sitting back a little, kissing the plump of your ass and down your legs.

Fuck. Do you have to spell it out?

“Hookups just- holy,” he speeds his fingers up, and the squelching noise it produces from between your thighs, “I can never come. But it’s good, s’fucking good.”

A leg curls off the ground, as his thumb moves to your clit.

Atsumu weighs his options. He knows that far too many guys would whine about their tongues hurting, their wrists aching. He knows that so many of them would just take advantage of the situation and use you to get themselves off. But you have laid out a very tempting challenge. And Atsumu can’t say no to that.

“I’m going to make you come.”

The authoritative tone in his voice makes your gummy walls squeeze against his fingers, and he notes it in his mind.

He leaves you on the bed for a moment, shuddering in his absence. Kissing up your spine until he reaches your ear he whispers, “condom?”

Curling your head up you point to the side table, and he makes sure to keep a hand on you as he moves away. It’s a warmth you cling to in this state. His calloused fingers trace your edges and curves and keep you grounded to him.

There’s a ripping and you can see the motions of him rolling the latex. He turns back to you, pulling you closer. Atsumu has always been one to dedicate himself fully to the task (so long as it’s one that has his attention). Of course as a kid it was volleyball, then as an adult qualifying for MSBY. Last night it was winning your attention and smiles. Now he has a singular goal, god help you.

He’s still leaving patterns on your skin, fingers so calculated yet smooth. They bring your bodies together, both on your sides. His pupils are deep chocolate, surrounded only in a thin ring of honey. They stare at you with excitement and lust. Your lips part as his digits make their way over your nipples again, making sure they remain pebbled and sensitive. He takes it as an invitation, tongue sliding back in you as your mouths slot together.

It’s far removed from the sweetness in his eyes, full of teeth and tongue as he starts to move his hips against you.

Massaging at the fat on your thigh, he drags you still closer, wrapping your leg over his hip. You can’t keep up the kiss as his cock pushes between your folds, nudging at your clit and coating him in your slick. He sucks on your tongue, your lip, as you keep them open in a mewl.

He leaves you in that limbo for a moment too long. Keeping it teasing and making you need something more until your eyes flutter back open with another “please” on the tip of your tongue.

It’s only then that he starts to move to your entrance, pushing the head in only slightly. You rock back and forth on that sensation alone. Your chest is pressed against him now, and he can feel your breasts expand against him as he pushes further in.

You're once again so eager for him, he thinks, as you press your foot against his ass. It brings him deeper inside your wet cunt. The stretch leaves you feeling so full, your eyebrows raised and jaw going slack once more.

His breath tickles you, and once again your lips part to smile. Fuck, he likes making you smile. It’s like he’s one of Pavlov’s Dogs, overjoyed once he gets the right queue. He lets you get used to his size, before he begins slow, deep thrusts. They almost reach your furthest wall, and make you cling to his body. Atsumu welcomes it, one arm moving underneath your head for you to use as your personal pillow. The other draws to your waist, keeping you still to pull into.

The position is close and keeps you snug and tight around his cock. You moan into each other's mouths. Lips barely close as he moves inside you.

But Atsumu won’t let himself get carried away. Not yet, at least. Fingers move to your hips, and you’re sure the pads may leave little bruises as he angles you. It goes on like this for what feels like forever, and you admire him for at least lasting far longer than previous escapades. You don’t realise that he’s shifting you around every so often, making sure to note each time you whine differently. Whether it’s from losing something, or enjoying a new sensation, he notes it.

Hands travel further again, and now he’s massaging the flesh of your ass again, before twisting underneath you. You aren’t fully on top, still lying on the side of one thigh. The other knee is brought up by his side, as you rest across his muscular torso.

His own legs come up, pushing deeper and once again shifting angle. It hits something inside you, and you gasp in surprise.

“You like that, huh?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you pant against his neck.

“Then we’re gonna keep doing it.”

Again you don’t know how long it goes on for. Every now and then you can feel Atsumu’s stomach and thighs tense, and he slows for a moment. Is he trying not to come? His brows will furrow, and when you go to lick around his nipple, he pulls you back by the root of your hair. “Don’t play games with me, Goldie. You are coming.”

He accentuates each word with a quick thrust up into you. Once again you tense around him, enjoying the pain at your scalp, the authority behind his tone. It’s nice to be told what to do, for once.

Eventually he pulls you fully on top, and as your bodies move you realise just how wet you are. There’s a pool of your liquids at the base of him, and now it coats your thighs too. Somehow that serves to turn you on more, grinding yourself against him, making you both a mess in your pleasure.

As you rest your hands on his chest, you admire him in all his glory. The pink dusting across his cheeks and nose, hair long tousled by your hands. He’s handsome and he knows it, which annoys you. But right now he just looks blissful.

Resting the pads of his fingers underneath you, he slowly presses to your clit, letting your rotations do the work. Your head rolls forward, letting out low moans.

Eventually your movements cease, your breathing slowing. Your body is tired, from last night and practice and for how long you’ve been going at it. Atsumu feels it. He knows he’s been pushing for maybe too long. However he can also feel the fluttering of you against his cock, and he’s sure, just a little more.

“I- I’m sorr—”

“I told you. I’ve got you, Goldie.”

He curls his hips a little, letting his length press against that special spot that made you gasp earlier. Your eyes widen once more, shedding the sleepy gaze that was threatening to take over. A hand on each side of your hips pulls you back and forth on top of him.

You can feel each detail of his cock inside you, pressing against your g-spot and staying there. There’s a familiar tense feeling in your stomach, one that makes you tighten your walls again. A voice at the back of your mind questions it, yet another bites back. Your fucked out state smothers the words.

Trusting that one hand can do the trick, Atsumu moves the pads of his fingers back to your clit. Pressing firmly and swiping back and forth, your breathing hitches.

The noises that he makes you produce are sweet and rich. Two fingers beckon them from you, ripping them from your throat. From the most innate part of you.

“Ah- Atsumu,”

“Do it. You can do it, Goldie.” He lets out softly, and then keeps speaking. His voice is tainted with pleasure and lust. Instructing you to come on his cock, to let go, to fuck yourself on him. That you’re doing so, so well. His assumption that you enjoy his orders and praises is proved so very correct.

You start to spasm around him, legs pressing into his sides and curling over with how powerful your orgasm is. Your vision goes white as you let out curses in between silent screams.

Your cunt clenching around him combined with the feeling of wetness between you leaves Atsumu fucking up into you in short, sharp thrusts. As you fall apart and become over sensitive, your moans are more strangled, but god they sound like heaven to him. He empties himself, letting his cock be milked by your pussy. Pulling you down he moans into your mouth, wanting nothing but you to surround his body as he finally finishes.

Maybe he should thank the hairdresser who tones his blonde locks. Handing him all those Cosmopolitan magazines, filled with how to feel sexually fulfilled and statistics about the best positions to come from. From your half lidded eyes and quivering body, perhaps you should be the one to thank them.

Sweaty bodies stick together for a moment, both of you trying to steady your breathing.

“I’ve never… that was- uh huh” you breathe into him.

His hand strokes the flyaways of your hair, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “That was somethin’”

It’s too close for a moment, and as your eyes meet you move off him.

“I was comfy,” he pouts up at you. Despite his words he goes to take care of himself, as you shift off the mattress.

“Your dick was going soft inside me.”

He lets out a whine, “comfy.”

You let out a deserved (not that Atsumu agrees) “ew” as you go to clean yourself in the bathroom.

In the doorway, you turn back to tell him he doesn’t have to stick around, that he can be on his merry way. But his eyes rest closed, hair still a mess. He’s even tucked himself under the covers a little. You curse the notion against kicking out puppies.

Turning on the shower head, you rinse and clean yourself off the sweat. You just came. It’s not the first time you’ve orgasmed during sex ever, but, the first time in a while. Who are you kidding? The first time in years. You’re surprised to find your face giving yourself a little smile in the wonderment of it all.

So fine, he was right, and he gave you one of the best orgasms of your life. You’ll let him sleep it off a little bit.

As you return to the room, Atsumu’s eyes are back open, back a little straighter on the headboard. The view of his biceps isn’t half bad. Well, it’s incredible. The show on the TV he’s closely watching ruins the picture.

Men jump about on the court, yelling and grunting. They’re talking about the later schedule, making sure international viewers can watch the show. Then it starts to flip, changing to a montage of some kind, the presenters talking about each player.

“Oh god, not volleyball,” you murmur with a chuckle.

His soft eyes go wide, and he turns to you as if there’s something wrong.

“What?” it’s your turn for eyes to open up, looking down at your towel wrapped body in case there’s anything you should be aware of, “what’s wrong?”

“Whaddya mean ‘not volleyball’?” Oh.

“I mean, it’s not my favourite.”

“But you like it, right?” his voice contains a thin strain of hope, you realise too late.

“What’s there to like?”

Someone should have taught you that kicking puppies out is one thing, and kicking them whilst they’re down is another.

You don’t know if you believe in fate, but apparently volleyball presenters do.

“Miya Atsumu will be playing for Team Japan of course, usually he’s number 13 of MSBY, but has been handpicked for this year's tournament.”

The name reaches your ears before you notice the changing picture.

"Joining him are a few others of the MSBY team as well as Ushi…"

Your eyes flick back between the screen and the artificial blonde in front of you. His brows knit together as yours raise, mouths opening at the same time.

“You’re…”

“I’m…” his hand scratches the back of his neck, in a move that could be construed as awkward if he didn’t look so comfortable in your bed. It’s almost under his breath, but remains unhidden when combined with a toothy grin, “I guess you like one thing about volleyball.”

“You think I like you now?”

“You don’t?”

God, his attitude is irritating. Full of confidence and cockiness, like he knows you were smiling to yourself in the shower, drenching yourself in thoughts of him. It leaves you only eye rolls as responses, aware that whatever you say could be twisted to boost his own ego. And if you allow him to see you smile, well then it’s truly over. He shows more teeth, grin spreading wide, and seems so damn proud of himself.

You’ve known this man less than forty-eight hours, but you’re already sure he’s one of the most self-assured you’ve ever met.

For Atsumu, the arrogance of his tease is a veiled attempt to really know the answer.

Yet you are unaware, merely scoffing and moving closer to the bed.

“So, I hooked up with a star volleyball player?” you phrase it as a question as well as an acknowledgement.

“You did. The one that’s gonna win this competition, of course.”

“Of course.”

“You’re goin’ to watch it, right? Me score the winnin’ spike?” He’s watching you as well as the TV, moving back and forth between the both as you change into loose fitting clothes and pick up his. Atsumu tries not to get hard again as you stretch off the towel. He fails.

“I don’t even know what a spike is, Atsumu.”

“You don’t—”

“And I’ll probably be too busy competing myself.” There you go again, and finally he has the opportunity to ask what on earth you’re on about.

“Okay, you keep sayin’ you're busy with your competitin’ but this,” his hands fly wildly at the screen whilst you perch on the bed. “It’s a dudes only tournament. You don’t need to keep up your lil fib to seem cool.”

Oh, his confidence will kill you.

“I’m not competing in this, you idiot.” You grab the controller from next to him, flicking over a few channels. The sounds of screams and cheers are cut off and replaced by a soft instrumental. Someone slowly telling a story through their movements on the ice takes over Atsumu’s vision, much to his bemusement. “This is what I do.”

Atsumu lets out a small “oh” of acknowledgement. He likes to appear smooth on the surface. No new knowledge can create a ripple, simply skimming across him as if he always knew. It’s how he maintains his image, it’s how he treats most one night stands, well, people, in his life.

But you already know he has no understanding of your life’s work.

It’s kind of sweet, how he leans forward on his elbows to watch the show. You slip under the covers, the last elements of your energy wasting away. Your phone greets you with some basic instructions for tomorrow from Faiz, and a message from Makito.

Atsumu brings his warmth closer and you freeze. Really you weren’t expecting him to watch to stick around. It’s the confidence, again. And now you know he’s a star athlete. He probably has a string of women for the night if he wants them. It adds up.

He may be confident, but he isn’t stupid. Feeling you lock up makes him pass it off like he was just shuffling closer to the head board. Most hookups like to cuddle, and want him to spend the night, but if you didn’t, that was fine.

Breaking his contact with the screen, he moves his gaze to you. He drinks you in, skin fresh and clean, and with a loose shirt over you, you should be comfortable. But you don’t look it. Shoulders tense and upright and your eyes look tired. They flick between him and the door for a few seconds. Long enough for him to get the hint, even if you won’t just say it.

“I can, uh,” he reaches for the clothes you had folded on the bed. That should have been the first hint. “I can leave you to it?”

“Sure. Thanks, I guess.”

Did you just thank him for giving you an orgasm? Or for taking the initiative to leave? “You’re welcome, Goldie.”

Pulling on the shirt and sweats he makes a move for the door as you get further under the blankets. “I could teach you what a spike is y’know. And you could show me how to do one of those spin things.”

“You don’t have to, ‘Tsumu,” your voice is soft and low. The nickname makes him feel warm, and reminds him of the people who he let’s call him that. But in truth your voice is tired, the wrong kind of homely. It’s the second time you have said he doesn’t have to. Not, however, that you don’t want him to.

“Yeah, I know, but—”

“Goodnight, Atsumu.” You turn the lights off for further effect. The still murmuring TV dimly lights your form.

“Okay. I get it.” He murmurs more to himself. A g’night followed by your name and Atsumu leaves you to the room. It feels far bigger without him.

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han-shinsuke · 3 years

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• I wasn’t even looking when I found you •

—unknown.

s h o y o h i n a t a [ 🌹f l u f f ❤️ ]

“...... he’s always energetic,” a blonde man emerged from his room. Natsu, Shoyo’s sister, stepped out with her brother’s teammate and friend, Atsumu Miya. A diffident smile crossed my lips when our eyes met. Still in the process of associating myself with these well-known athletes, I only managed to say ‘hi’ before stepping in to my boyfriend’s room. 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅... I can’t believe I have one now. He’s been confined in his bed for almost three days due to over fatigue.

“Hi,” sometimes, I wanna knocked myself dead for being so mousy around him, my own boyfriend. Shoyo lowered the blanket to his chin, displaying his perfect smile. I sat on the edge of his bed, checking his temperature. He felt normal against my skin so I concluded he’s getting better. “I only pass by to give you some treats, Sho.”

I procured his faves pastries from the shop next town and decided to give these to him personally, “gotta go or I would miss the bus.” I sheepishly smiled again. His eyes were on my face. It was so intense that I had to shift my gaze anywhere.

“Could you spend a night with me?” this was the first time he asked me to stay so I had no idea how to respond to his request. “I won’t do anything to you... well, I’ll try not to.” Shoyo laughed at his own words.

I turned cherry red, not oblivious to what he meant. We kissed... thrice. Only open-mouthed kisses, alright! Seen him kissed his past girlfriends for real! No justification needed that he 𝒄𝒂𝒏 really kiss.

“Okay? Then, I ask Natsu for extra blankets and pillows because there’s no way you would let me sleep with you in your bed.”

Only his future wife could get to sleep beside him on the bed. Hinata household rule number one. I must abide.

Went out to get my sleeping necessities, changed to something comfortable then returned to set my boat of solace on the floor near his bed. He watched me get under the comforter. I grinned when he pouted his lips.

“What?” I asked.

“I should have put my mom and Natsu to their sleep first, ‘ya know, eradicating hindrances on my way under your clothes.”

“Shoyo!” maybe the side effect of the medication he'd taken. He smirked, running his tongue on his lower lip. “I love you,” what I always said to him when he’s this playful.

And this would be his reply, “let’s get messy, baby.” He’s very vocal of his manly needs but he would not force his way to me but could get pretty suggestive.

“Let’s do a bit of 𝒊𝒕, Sho,” he's always the first one to do the initiative. Once in a while, I must partake in this kind of fun. His brows furrowed when I kicked down the comforter below my feet and spread my arms for him. He stumbled getting off his bed to lunge at me.

He put a stop to my upcoming reminder by silencing me with a brief smooch. He went in again, brushing soft kisses on the corners of my mouth.

“Tell me if you don’t like it, ‘kay?” I nodded my head and held onto his shoulders as he pushed me down. When our lips touches, my eyes automatically shut closed and gave his mouth an easy way inside mine.

Shoyo kissed me slow and that made my heart increases its normal speed while his tongue moves softly against my own. I felt his strong arms rolling underneath my body to press more of his own onto mine and I still didn’t complain even though 𝒊𝒕 getting hard against my thighs.

“Sshho—” every time I tried voicing out my pleas, he would shut me up by tugging on my lips hard. Gasping, I have chosen not to interfere with his enjoyment. I let him kissed me how he wanted to. Sometimes hard, sometimes slow and gentle and sometimes he would get back to being rough and needy.

Also, he slipped his hands inside my shirt and bottoms, feeling everything. He’s in the middle of ripping me out from my clothes when his mother knocks on the door, opens it and throws a box of condom.

Yes, his mother thrown us those rubbers before pulling back the wood closed. I swore we heard his mom laugh and she even told Natsu that they would go shopping tomorrow for her future grandchildren.

“Let’s sleep, Sho!” caught in the most embarrassing moment, I pushed him off from my top and hid myself under the cover.

Shoyo couldn’t help but laughed as well. He kissed the back of my hand and said his goodnight before returning to his bed in his most sneaky way.

I fell asleep with him humming his favorite song in the background. His room is cold but his kisses were not. I can still feel those on my lips and on my neck.

I fell asleep with him in my mind.

And when I opened my eyes to the beauty of a new day, I found myself laying beside him in his bed, a hand warming my face.

“Good morning, wife.” Shoyo buoyantly kissed my cheek and boasted the ring around my finger. “I put it while you were asleep. I know you would say ‘yes’.”

“Because I never said ‘no’ to you.”

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kayzume · 3 years

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Paring: Atsumu x f!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Crack

wc: 1039

Beta: @muffinmots @deathcab4daddy kith

Note: Soft Atsumu to thank you all 118 babies, who actually find my stuff amusing...i love you all😘

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“Wtf Miya” Omi screeched giving Atsumu the nastiest glare he can muster.

(Earlier)

“It’s just the team and the staff today, spud” you looked at Atsumu weird.

“Who are you calling spud?? What am I a potato?!?” your raised voice echoing through the halls. He smiles at you sheepishly and gives you a chaste kiss to calm you down, which unsurprisingly worked.

“Let’s just get in potato wife, everyone’s waiting” he cheekily told you with his annoying teasing tone.

“I’m fine with spud, don’t call me potato wife” glaring at his now laughing figure.

You both get inside the main gym area where everyone, well—the athletes— were training and stretching. The staff was either running around to get stuff done or watching the boys for any potential problems. Be it something that they need to do or something that they’ve already done, that is now causing a problem. Just like when Bokuto and Hinata kept bouncing on some volleyballs that they actually popped.

”Your himbo friends popped the volleyball” you tugged on Atsumu while pointing at Bokuto and Hinata who were now getting scolded by the Meian.

“I bet if I wasn’t here with you and you arrived early you’d be the third himbo getting scolded right now,” you said, trying your best to suppress the chuckles that want to rumble out of your throat. Atsumu slapped your arm lightly.

“I’m not a himbo!” He whispered pouting,

“But you are” you finally chuckled looking at his dumb expression. Feeling a bit bad you kissed his cheek and asked him to help you settle down.

You watched Atsumu make his way to the team to greet them. He was chatting them up when he suddenly pointed at you. The coaches and managers nodded their heads to whatever he was saying. After a couple of hours you start to feel restless and bored out of your mind. The managers announced that the team will have their lunch in 5 minutes. Atsumu jogged up to where you were sitting.

“You’re bored,” he flatly announced once he was in front of you.

“What makes you think that?” you quirked up an eyebrow. Not that he was wrong, you just want to know how he came to such a conclusion.

“You’ve been fidgeting in your seat for at least an hour now. You looked like you needed to pee or something. Your face was scrunched up like this spud” he said, making up the ugliest face you have ever seen.

“Eww, what kind of face is that?” you fake gagged. Him making you laugh made you feel a little bit better, but you didn’t think it was enough. And to satiate your hunger for some entertainment you asked him scoot down so you can tell him something fun

“What?! baby spud wha—“ you cut him off on his overreaction on your little request.

“Oh come on ‘Tsumu, it’ll be funny.” You poked him snickering.

“Funny for you, take a good look at him. He’ll murder me before I can even come close!!” He replied, waving his hands in exaggeration.

“Please?” you asked him, pouting. He suddenly raised his voice that it startled you. Sniff sniff. He looked at your now crouching body, your lips pouty and quivering. Atsumu knew that you were about to cry, damn pregnant hormones.

“Alright, alright hush now...I’ll do your little show” Atsumu gulped thickly. However weird and disgusting this is, he’d rather do it than see you cry. He slowly made his way in front of Sakusa praying to all the gods up there to guide him to whatever stupidity his wife asked him to do this time. Normally he wouldn’t care much and just do whatever she asked, but those only include him and not other people, especially Sakusa who...hates being touched.

“I’m so sorry for this Omi-kun” he looked at him with his most sincere apologetic expression.

“For what?” Sakusa asked, worry and confusion mixing in his beautiful face.

Atsumu quickly pulled Sakusa’s face mask and gave him a quick smooch on the lips. Everyone was shocked still. Hinata’s lunch fell on the floor and Bokuto’s mouth was hanging wide open, everyone else stared at the two waiting for what Sakusa will do.

Sakusa paled unbelievably white, when his senses came back to him he hastily wiped his lips clean of Atsumu’s germs. Sakusa lunged forward to smack Atsumu to which the latter evaded and ran to you in record speed. He looked at you with pleading eyes.

“Help me, spud.” He looks so terrified of an incoming Sakusa Kiyoomi who was fuming in anger. His face was scrunched up in utter annoyance and disgust.

“Wtf Miya, what is wrong with you?!” Omi screeched giving Atsumu the nastiest glare he can muster.

You were standing in between your scared husband who was hiding behind you and an infuriated Omi. You couldn’t help but let out a hearty laugh and that seemed to get everyone’s attention.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry it’s all my bad,” you said continuously chuckling. “I asked Atsumu to give Sakusa-san a peck, I didn’t think he’d give him one on the lips”

Sakusa gave you a confused look.“Why would you ask him to do something so disgusting?” he asked you,

“For entertainment of course,” you answered in a matter-of-fact tone. Sakusa sighed in defeat, reminding you to never involve him in anything as stupid as that ever again.

“Do that to anyone else, but not me. I’ll forgive you this once since you’re heavily pregnant...and congrats on the baby”

“Thank you Sakusa-san.” You both shared a smile that Atsumu noticed. He cleared his throat rather loudly. By this time the team continued on eating their lunch, snickers here and there about your little show.

“Don’t smile at him like that, I’m right here ya know.” He pouted at you.

“Yeah yeah, stop being jealous you big baby” You gave him a sweet kiss, “Atsumu, thank you for doing all of my shit shows..you’re the best! I love you.” You told him caressing his face. He held your face and kissed your cheeks, your forehead, and finally your lips. He gave you the sweetest smile, chanting,

“I love you too.”

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scandeniall · 4 years

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wash day head canons (black!reader)

kuroo, sakusa, atsumu, iwaizumi x black f!reader

Now this is hella self indulgent for my fellow black bbys on here with 4 of my top 5 boys helping on wash day. Now reminder babies, our hair is beautiful. It doesnt matter if your 3a high porsity or 4c low porosity (like me oop). And any of these clowns would be blessed for his bby to have your hair!

Kuroo

He’ll help if you ask. You just want company? He got you. He the bf you ask to go get the scissors so you can cut the braids shorter and you actually trust him to not cut your hair.

Hes gentle when taking the braids out, not really commenting on how dirty it might be

But hes ass at the pre-poo stage

Like this mf will MISS sections

And will be like “damn thats crazy my bad” when you tell him. But it happens EVERY time

He lets you wear one of his tshirts the first time you ever spent your wash day with him, and it just becomes your official wash day shirt

He the bf that’ll go get you food if your hungry, bc theres no way in hell youre going out with only half of your braids in

Hes sweet though and kisses you before he goes.

He’s annoying and like “let me hop in the shower w/ you” (partly to see you naked, partly bc them products smell good)

I can just see him as the type to be deadass mesmerized by shrinkage and the type to just play with the bouncy coils

Now listen, he is NOT washing my hair but he can look. He’d try work through sections but will tangle tf out of your hair

Anyways, once your’e out at this point hes tired (shit me too), so just kinda vibes out in the same room while you do your hair

Once he asked to help you post wash, and you say why not, and he go to apply product and he will be the “quarter size amount” type

“Kuroo- what are you doing with that”

“Uh about to put it in” and he look at you like DUH

“Damn my hair about to be dry af” you have to help that boy out.

But he also the type to know how expensive hair products are bc he listens to you when you talk and is just like ????

Idk i love kuroo, he wouldnt be terrible help, but not professional helper status

Sakusa

Now listen here. This mf is NOT helping with the takedown process. He saw you do it once and saw the built up dirt and said “yeah ima head out”

Plus, he’s not about to touch all that fucking braid hair

You: Yoomi do you wanna help me-

Him- no

But alright once you're actually washed he’s better.

Since wash day take the whole day, and if its a day where he doesnt have v-ball stuff hes more than content to just sit and turn on something for you both to watch for the day.

Your arms hurt from detangling post wash? Yeah you not about to rest your wet ass head anywhere

He hates the feel of your products, but if you ask with the right look and tone of voice (grossly sweet), he’ll take over a section with product application

Apply generously? He got you.

If the product works for his hair too, he IS the type to buy products for the both of you

Anyways back to him helping post wash/condition. Hes good at finger detangling

Yall know i hc him as having a secondary love language of touch-

Anyways on that note, at that point he’ll let you sit between his legs in front of your big ass floor mirror and yeah when he feeling extra soft and domestic, kisses on your temple

You put him on to bonnets lets be real here (he got a collection bc he washes his way more than you do LMAO)

Atsumu

Now hes USELESS

Type to tease and be like “this mean I can go out to the club without you”

He would not help your ass at all during the takedown

Once he tried (and actually tried) and almost cut your real fucking hair

“C’mon babe, I won’t do it again”

“Absolutely not”

Another “let me join you in the shower ass mf”

He’s hot so um yeah ima just get on my knees at this point. He don’t even gotta ask

“This is a good time for ya to let yer deep conditioner sit”

“Don’t tangle my hair even further” you gotta redirect his hands though

Anyways when thats done, don’t trust him with a comb near your scalp at ALL

He doesn’t mean to be rough, but this man is impatient

Hes annoying and just sits on the bathroom counter while you just going through it

The type to mess around with your products

Another boy you put on to the magic of scarves and bonnets

His shit already deep fried with that dye and he cant afford more damage

Hes headass and wants yall to have matching ones

Iwaizumi

Yeah hes the best

Whatever you want baby, he got you

You can trust him with the scissors

Once you told him about the importance of being gentle when taking the braids out and stuff, he makes a conscious effort to make sure hes gentle

You say you can’t hang out bc its wash day? Yeah he’s right there with you

He’ll gather your stuff for you if you asked. Wide tooth? He got it. Spray bottle? check

If you listen to music while you take your hair down, he’s just vibing, whether its with him helping or keeping you company

Now I hate doing my hair and would be a simp for someone who does like this, so yeah lemme get a distraction smooch

He indulges for a little bit, maybe a few little touches and gropes until

“You’re gonna complain all night if you don’t get this done today”

Then back to business

He wont hop in the shower with you unless you ask

But once you come out with your hair mask sitting and shit, he’d have a snack for yall

Scalp massages!!!!

He got the oil, the love for you and everything

He’s just the right amount of rough that it feels good, but not to where it’d damage and frizz up

Iwaizumi perfect boyfriend thank u

a/n: now this sucks and ive never written actual hq headcanons, but i dont have the brain power to write full lengths rn and this is a mess of words and i want someone to luv me and my hair LMAO. (i was gonna do akaashi bc he rounds off my top 5 but im lazy). Also idk i wanted to write something and had ZERO ideas

#hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu imagines #kuroo x reader #sakusa x reader #iwaizumi x reader #atsumu x reader #hq x black!reader

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muwur · 4 years

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do u think u could write something fluffy for atsumu? :D (if not, bc he just showed up in the anime, futakuchi?) nd they/them pronouns pls :3 ty ty!!!

dating headcanons

✧ hc’s ✧ for atsumu and futakuchi

❧ gn reader

✎ 1.6k words

a/n: oml my first request fgrinffej thank u anon <3 been doing sum ~research~ and brainstorming snaccing and i hope this is okay ! >:) for u i shall do both ppl hehe. feel free to lmk if you would like me to redo or add anything, i wanna do my requests justice :*)

also i find myself gettin inspo at 4 am ofhfuohf i hope this is a bit fluffy, tho its a bit playful n snarky as well fnoggrefjf. also this took me so long bc i literaly got this whole other idea LMAOOOO but i find it more suitable as a separate piece so be on the lookout for that (nudge nudge itll feature atsumu ;) i got a bit carried away AAHA). here u goo

atsumu

✧ boi’s a tease

✧ on days he stays really late to practice so like?? most days LOL you drop by a nearby eatery and pick up some fatty tuna (or something else, you like to change it up sometimes even if fatty tuna is his fave) for him to munch on (gotta replenish your body!!)

✧ even though it’s for him, he’ll make you share the food with him as you both sit on a field nearby the gym

✧ likes to feed you but exaggerates it just to mess with you

✧ “say ahh, y/n” he coos with a smirk when he holds out some food from his chopsticks

✧ and just to mess with him back, you close your mouth around the piece, taking it from the chopsticks slowly and never breaking eye contact with him until after you chew and swallow

✧ “ah, that was delicious, honey” you smile cheekily

✧ rip atsumu, he malfuncc inside

✧ however

✧ fights you for the last piece of any food or snack you’re sharing

✧ “why even offer sharing if you’re just gonna hog it all”

✧ “you were just slower than me, that’s not my problem”

✧ in the end, he would definitely just let you have it. Only fights you when hes bored and wants to provoke you, which is often

✧ pretty affectionate in public. likes to ruffle your hair or place a head on your hand, no matter what height you are

✧ especially likes to do this when you’re annoyed at him, which kinda makes it not cute anymore and you just wanna punch him in the face

✧ as annoying as he could be tho you had to admit that your bickering could be quite fun he was definitely a caring partner

✧ is quick to take notice how youre feeling, liek:

✧ “hey, are you feeling okay?”

✧ “yeah im fine, why?”

✧ “you know you dont have to lie, right? you cant hide these things, anyways, i can just tell if something’s up. what’s wrong, babe?”

✧ pulls you aside to talk things out a little, then offers to spend some time together after practice

✧ squeezes your hand as he walks you home, plants a soft kiss to your forehead before parting ways, and says goodnight

✧ he also notices any changes, no matter how small, in your appearances:

✧ *scrutinizing you* “what do you want, atsumu?”

✧ “did you do something different today? maybe like with your hair or uniform or something?”

✧ “o-oh, yeah, i did.”

✧ “hm. it really suits you, actually.”

✧ “oh, thanks. it’s such a small change, i didnt think anyone would notice--”

✧ “dont get too ahead of yourself, i didnt say it looked nice-- im kidding, im kidding!” he has to say in order to defend himself from your piercing glare

✧ lowkey highkey cant go long without seeing you

✧ so when he finally gets to spend some time with you, he’s even more touchy than usual

✧ you eye him suspiciously before saying, “you’re acting like you missed me or something”

✧ “yeah, i did miss you. something wrong with that?” he asks, burying his face in your neck as he hugs you from behind

✧ “yes, because its been two days”

✧ expect lots of kisses and hugs, though. mans is deprived and he gets what he wants (with consent, of course)

✧ makes sure everyone knows he’s there to stand up for you if necessary, which can be pretty intimidating

✧ loves it when you fall asleep on his shoulder. will take selfies with your sleeping face and show you later

✧ “you look cute even when you’re drooling all over my arm”

✧ doesn’t talk about how he sniffed or kissed your head when you were asleep. definitely doesn’t admit how he was whispering about how lucky he was to be in love with you asdfghjk

✧ was the first to admit he loved you

✧ it occurred after his team won a game to qualify for nationals. excitedly, you raced your way to meet him and tackled him in a hug. who cares if he was sweaty. “i knew you guys would win, and im so proud, atsumu.”

✧ he stumbled a bit and hugged back. he pulled away shortly to look you in the eye

✧ “y/n, i love you.”

✧ and all you could do was blush before he pulled you into a soft, yet passionate kiss

✧ surrounded by like. literally everyone lol

✧ osamu just fake gags in the background

✧ later that day:

✧ “sooooo do I get a reward for winning ? ;)”

✧ “dont push your luck”

✧ but you do spend the night just chilling at his place, watching a movie and cuddling, unwinding from a long day

futakuchi

✧ you met each other in class, bonding over how bored and sleepy you both were

✧ one day he started passing you notes and you went with along it until this class’s purpose in y’alls lives was just for goofing off and totally not to see each other’s smiles or be a bit flirty

✧ loves to mess around with you, but also thinks highly of you

✧ shortly after you started dating and met the boy’s volleyball team, moniwa asks you to please keep futakuchi in line

✧ “babe, please, you’re driving your seniors crazy”

✧ but ever since he became captain, you could sense that futakuchi seemed more responsible

✧ but poor bby was also wayyyy more tired than usual

✧ you poked his back with your pencil whenever you found him dozing off in class, just in time before he risked getting caught by the teacher

✧ you also nagged him about getting more rest and maintaining his health, doing things to help him out until he gave in and made a better attempt at taking care of himself

✧ unless you have other activities going on, you’d usually come by the gym to watch practice and then walk home with futakuchi

✧ you always bring him and his team snacks. they all love you, especially koganegawa

✧ “how are you and y/n dating, they’re so much nicer than futaku--”

✧ cant even finish his sentence before the captain smacks his head and poor kogane chokes on his snacc

✧ but les be real you also go to admire your manz

✧ on the walk home one day:

✧ “you hit a really good spike today”

✧ sheepishly scratches the back of his head, “oh, thanks. kogane’s sets are improving, so it’s getting easier to hit the ball”

✧ secretly loves and craves your praise

✧ futakuchi’s pretty down for pda. you two can often be seen walking down the aisles, hand in hand

✧ will also give you lots of pecks, especially on your cheeks and lips

✧ he also insists on helping you carry your things

✧ wants you to rely on him

✧ saw you shivering once and took his jacket off, draping it around you like nbd

✧ lets just say he wishes he coulda thought of that sooner dhqnwxhgergk youre not allowed to look this cute

✧ but now you literally keep half his closet in your house cuz he always tells you to return it whenever you want

✧ could go on dates anywhere and literally have such a good time. the night market? y’all will share foods and play games the whole time. the park? he could go for a nice, relaxing walk, or if it’s at night, he’d love to lie in the grass and admire the night sky with you (as long as you hold hands lol). at home? would totally binge some shows or movies with you, has sour gummies n a blanket ready to share hog

✧ can be a tease, but will protect you at all costs

✧ glares at anyone who looks at you with interest (boi gets jealous)

✧ had to pull you into his arms and give you a kiss to save you from getting hit on by someone from a rival school. “hey babe, i’ve been looking for you. let’s head back, everyone’s waiting.”

✧ you happily follow him, not noticing how futakuchi looks back at his now sworn-enemy and sticks his tongue out at them

✧ he will fIGHT anyone who hurts you, is very overprotective to say the least

✧ always makes sure he knows where you’re at, starts to worry a bit if you’ve gone mia

✧ got reallly worried one time when he called you like 5 times and you didnt pick up!

✧ 20 minutes later his phone rings and he picks it up immediately. “hello? y/n? are you okay?? you haven’t been answering me for a while.”

✧ “ahh, yes, im sorry about that, my phone died :P”

✧ thinks the best cuddles are the ones in which you both end up falling asleep. also likes to admire your sleeping face totes not a creeper

✧ also loveloveloves to snuggle you from behind and bury his face in your neck and loves to just smELL you

✧ you told him you loved him first

✧ you were having a rough day when you heard a knock on your door

✧ opening it, you found a futakuchi giving you a small smile and carrying a plastic bag full of goodies. “i, uh, didn’t want you to be alone, so i thought we could hang out for a bit? just us two, your favorite snacks, and whatever else you want to do”

✧ touched by his gesture, you pulled him in by his jacket’s collar and gave him a long kiss

✧ after separating, you looked into his eyes as you cupped his face gently. “thank you, kenji. i love you. this means a lot to me”

✧ ejiufnicenjfdhksujsk he nearly melted in place

✧ later tries playing the pocky game with you, but then y’all forget about the pocky after your first round and stick to the smooching

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu reader insert #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya #futakuchi kenji #futakuchi x reader #haikyuu x you

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k-dokja · 4 years

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Can you do JKN FOR Osamu and Atsumu?

This is a Miya writing blog.

— Miya Atsumu

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

I realised you guys really like asking if jealous men would get jealous. In most cases, Atsumu is incredibly smug and confident in himself while jealousy is a sign of insecurity and he frankly doesn't have any. He's a chill boyfriend at best, other people hitting on you doesn't do anything to him more than amusing him from watching their feeble attempts at getting your attention. He'd only intervene if he noticed that you couldn't handle yourself and his “jealousy” is mostly jesting for tease you, nothing malicious. Naturally, it really does take a specific combination of things to actually make Atsumu waver. You'll see this Atsumu coming to form in the love triangle fic... Yes, ignore the casual advertisement. He's competitive to a fault... Doesn't take kindly to serious competition while his relationship with you haven't crossed the line of platonic yet. He gets awfully determined to hoard your attention, even to the point where he'll not stop at dragging the competition down to accomplish it.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

I don't know, how does he kiss? He's such a wild card sometimes that you don't know what you're getting. He can get fun and exciting with his kisses or intense enough that leaves you begging for more. However... don't do those tiny little pecks to him, if you do just the one he gets so annoyed. Like... The heck is that half-hearted shit. Come back here so he can show you what real kissing feels like. Either this results in a bunch of smooches all over your face down to your shoulder that makes you a giggling mess or just leave you breathless with one deep, intentional kiss. He enjoys a few playful bites and he rarely kisses without tongue involved or his hands roaming. Ya nasty...

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Please be realistic, you are spoiling him. Okay, maybe it isn't that bad but Atsumu is... stingy. Not that he's afraid of spending money, he's actually pretty frivolous with his purchases. However, he doesn't really think to buy for others? He's self-centred and while there's no denying that he loves you, if you want anything from him, you still have to be a little annoying to get anything out of him. He does get better later on about making you happy but... I'm going to be honest, his logic is that an unhappy you equal no action so really he's doing all this to get some heads. Why is he so horrible.

— Miya Osamu

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Yes, but his jealousy is generally more self-aware and conscious of his feelings being irrational if it was something entirely outside of your control. If he saw someone blatantly hitting on you and you hadn't a clue, he'd swagger up next to you and casually wrap an arm around your shoulder, asking to be acquainted with this new friend of yours. He usually has one of those disarming and mildly menacing smile on his face then, it looks friendly from an outsider's point of view but there's something strangely... eerie about it. He might not do that if you managed to reject the offending person's advances yourself, however, if the other person refused to take a hint and got more aggressive, never let it be said that Osamu hesitate from using forces. He's a pretty tall and athletic guy, so straight up pushing someone back or even grabbing their collar to demonstrate his point isn't much of a problem for him. His vocabulary can get intensely... creative too, and while he doesn't want to look anything but pleasant in front of you, sometimes, heavy-handed methods are needed.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Naturally, being around you already improves his mood greatly. However, seeing you smiling or receiving affection from you also help his stress dispel. On his break days, he loves to wake up to the smell of breakfast and brewing tea inside his home. Just spend a weekend off, lazily lounging around the house and doing nothing in particular helps him relax immensely. He doesn't really associate cooking with relaxation since it became a career, so having you around to cook takes the weight off his shoulder. Outside of that, he also likes to just lying in bed with you, preferably without clothes, just because it's more comfortable and he likes the closeness of skin on skin. He isn't looking for anything sexual, he just wants to be with you. Well, he won't oppose if you want it.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Being spoiled while dating Osamu is a given. He's a pretty indulging person once he's in love, mostly because he can give on his own terms instead of having a certain someone just openly taking his stuff without asking or returning. It isn't that he's not good at big gestures, but often he's more inclined to buy you cute little things or small trinkets to decorate your house with, or your shared home even. He's also open to the idea of paying for everything when going to do grocery shopping with you, and often when you two go on a date, he'd like to be the one who pays. However, he does get better at splitting the bills after a while... until you moved in, that is.

fluff alphabet is closed.

#miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #reader insert #headcanons #fluff alphabet

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iwaasfairy · 3 years

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oh oopsies i forgot to sign my last ask about teachers/professors off with 😇!! it's me ur new baby angel 💖💘 and same hehe i love it for the power imbalance and the older man being bigger and knowing more than u 🥴 who would u like it for / like for it to be executed? 🤩

also i'm so glad to hear ur feeling better my love hehehe 🥰 if u could tag the last ask with 😇nonnie as well i will give u even more smooches 😘

aAAH hi angel!!! ღ˘◡˘ற♡. hmm if i got to choose anyone,, we were talking about professor atsumu the other day and that really stuck by me. also iwa, akaashi, kuroo (he was born to be a stupidly hot teacher/prof) and mayybbeee ushi (big clueless prof not understanding your offer to get your grades up so you’ll just have to show him) or suna (as like the pa? seems like he hates life and can’t be bothered with anything but he’ll bend you over the proffessor’s desk during break because you don’t get it and keep asking stupid questions so he’ll teach you a thing or two ♡) + suga and akagi are canon teachers so i gotta mention them too

and of course love! let me go find it mWUAH

#honey mail #😇 nonnie #tw.teacher/student

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liamiya · 3 years

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*he chuckles and turns off the water, quickly taking you out and wrapping you in a towel before carrying you back towards the bedroom* Normally I won’t allow you to make demands, but I just ate you out for totally selfish reasons when you were already really sensitive, so I’ll give you this one. Which shirt do you wanna wear? -Atsumu Miya (mod: I’m glad I could help, then! You always make me feel better, I figure I owed you that 🥺)

Sowwy, i just really want your shirt and cuddles :( *i look at you with bright eyes* C-Can I wear your jersey? Pwease? *i fidget with my hands, my eyes loking away* it's just,, if i sleep with it, it will smell like me at least a little and then you will have a little piece of me with you...

(AW RLLY? MOD IM SO SOFT NOW :((( PLS YOU'RE THE CUTEST!!! Thank u sm bby 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I WANNA SMOOCH U NOW)

#i also answered this kinda late cuz i was rlly sleepy and didn't want to give a half assed answer 👉👈#BUT STARTING MY DAY WITH TSUM IS GREAT #💮 speak up #🚩 messages #🐝 liatsumu

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