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forusomimiya · 1 day
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When he has to hold your hair and put you in front of the mirror cause he wants you to see how pretty you look while he is entering you.
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wake-uptoreality · 11 months
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you feel embarrassed. The dress you are wearing is too revealing and you are scared other guys would hit you up. You want to change it, but he stops you by grabbing your waist from behind and murmuring in your ear "so? Let them, that's all they can do because unlike they won't be the one taking that dress off tonight".
-> atsumus, KUROO, OIKAWA, kenma, SAKUSA, kageyama, TSUKISHIMA, suna.
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noomon · 10 months
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ding!
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. . . inarizaki second-year trio. convince, convince.
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“um.” rintarou clears his throat, taking a deep breath.
atsumu and osamu nod in his direction as they warily glance at your mother, who looked at them with a neutral expression on her face.
“good morning, mrs. l/n.” he says, his usual composed exterior coming back to him. “today, we have prepared a powerpoint to convince you to let y/n tag along on our outing tomorrow morning.”
the presentation changes to the following slide. “why you should agree to let your child join our simple outing: a powerpoint presentation made by suna rintarou, miya atsumu and miya osamu.”
your mother smiles quite a bit, and rintarou takes this as a sign from those who heard his silent pleas the night before.
“one. it would help build social connections, specifically memories with friends.” silly pictures of the twins bickering and even ones where you’re included in the background at school are what’s displayed.
“two. it helps with stress.” the next slide has a huge picture of atsumu’s face being absolutely red from eating an extra spicy dish that you and osamu dared him to eat. “according to a few studies, the company of friends would lighten one’s mood and overall performance throughout the day.” wow, they even had it cited properly—in the format of a true professional presentation.
“three. please, mrs. l/n. i can’t handle another outing with the twins; my brain cells are dropping at an alarming rate whenever i’m around them.” he sighs playfully, shaking his head. “fortunately, your child carries most of the brain cells our friend group has.”
the twins stare at rintarou with disbelief. atsumu was about to retort something when osamu held him back. they had to act on their best behavior to win your mother’s favor, after all.
one mistimed step, and she’ll surely refuse.
“four. we’ll be sure to have them home before the sun sets.”
“five. if anything happens, we’ll have atsumu to blame.”
that caught atsumu by surprise. “huh? why me?” he practically yells at rintarou, though he manages to keep his voice down.
“because it was your idea to actually wear formal suits just to deliver this presentation,” he replies.
“hey! it adds flare, don’t it?” atsumu reasons. “ya would’ve worn somethin’ else that doesn’t look professional at all, suna!”
osamu sighs to himself. “keep it down, you shits.” he quickly covers his mouth, realizing his language in front of your mother. “i– i am sorry for my language, mrs. l/n. i swear– ‘m not always like this, swear. i’m not a bad influence on your child, promise.” he tries to reassure her.
the other two looked at you and then at your mother; they were silent.
you, on the other hand, were holding in your laughter. you honestly didn’t expect osamu to use such language in front of your not-so-impressed mother.
she pinches the bridge of her nose, a small smile on her lips. “there’s no need to apologize. i can tell that you and your friends really are persistent to have y/n join you, even going as far as wearing these presentable suits in this hot weather.” atsumu nudges rintarou with a look that says ‘see? it helped!’ “creating a powerpoint presentation and bringing a projector in our home—” rintarou had an eager glint in his eyes as he listened, “made an honest attempt in showing your best behavior in front of your friend’s mother,” osamu smiles sheepishly.
“i’m delighted to know that you are y/n’s friends. what you showed me convinced me well enough.” the three, along with you, cheer as she says this.
“you may have y/n join you three whenever or wherever you want, as long as you tell me or their father beforehand.”
rintarou nods. “thank you, mrs. l/n. fuck, we actually did it. it’s like when we did our thesis defense.”
“rintarou!” you chuckled, and the twins happily thanked your mother.
the three could definitely say they had a knack for convincing and really put in the effort on rare ocassions, especially when it came to you.
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salsakiyoomi · 1 year
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you knew miya atsumu from highschool.
yes, the miya atsumu, the star hit volleyball player, the one on almost every magazine cover, the one with over a hundred million followers on instagram, the one who's notorious for flirting with his interviewers and having an attitude with an over the top ego yet still managing to quiver under his coach's gaze and putting his arrogance in check.
yes, you knew him.
you knew him as the loud, rowdy kid who never shut up in class, who definitely had an over the top ego and attitude problem back then as well, who also flirted with your friends and even you on some if not all occasions.
god, you hated him.
he was arrogant and ignorant and overall a huge dickehead who needed to be tamed.
this was the light you saw him in up until graduation day, when he came up to you with a smirk plastered on his face and you noticed it, mentally preparing yourself to tell him to fuck off if he was here to flirt with you again.
but he didn't saying anything flirtatious, instead, all he said was, "hey, congratulations on being in the top three, man, it's freakin' awesome."
he was congratulating you for when you took your diploma and the principal announced that you were in second place between all the other graduates.
and after that, miya atsumu left and you never saw him again.
it wasn't until a few years later that you randomly saw his name on a twitter headline that said 'new upcoming volleyball star : miya atsumu is certainly making his way to the frontlines!'
it was obvious that volleyball would be his go-to, he was definitely talented at it, and against your bitter will, you had to admit that even you were awe-strucked when he played on the court.
however, it still was definitely a surprise when you saw his name on headlines, it left you with your mouth hung open in astonishment.
and after that, he was everywhere you went.
on tv, on magazines posing with his teammates, on instagram and twitter, on youtube in 'top ten funniest miya atsumu moments' video compilations — heck, even in a fucking advertisement for a hair conditioner.
you truly couldn't escape him.
by heart, you were a journalist, and so soon came the day where miya atsumu is sitting in front of you, conducting an interview.
well, it isn't him alone, it's him and his teammates — it's loud in the room as all of them talk over eachother, but his eye catches yours and a hint of recognition flashes in them, before a smile spreads on his lips, one that you eventually mirror as if the both of you are sharing some inside joke.
miya atsumu recognizes you.
he recognizes your face and your eyes, he recognizes you smile, and oh how he recognizes your voice that's speaking in a soft, professional tone now, but used to scold him with a harsh and sarcastic tone then.
and so, in the next thirty minute you spent interviewing him and his teammates, miya atsumu's mind kept flashing through the very few memories he had with you in highschool, and most importantly, feelings of an old crush resurfaced now that he's face to face with you.
he's smiling at you, giving you heart eyes, and answering every question that you asked him personally with an almost child-like enthusiasm.
atsumu truly hasn't felt this shy around someone since highschool.
the interview passes quick and everyone scatters soon after and you find yourself standing outside the stadium, with your phone in your hand and waiting for your uber to come.
you think, while miya atsumu still had some of his unmistakable traits such as his attitude and talent to annoy others effortlessly, there's still some traits to him that make you tolerate him a bit more now.
after all, you don't really hate him as much as you did back in highschool.
or it you can even call what you felt towards him back in highschool hate — it was more of a feeling if annoyance really, since he was a nuisance.
"well, well, well, long time no see." a familiar voice plastered with cockiness to it calls out to you, and you turn around to face the blonde.
speak of the devil, you think.
"well, surprised to even see you still remember me, miya." you tease, smirking at him.
"what can i say? it's hard to forget you when you used to call me a 'motherfucking jackass' everyday at school." he shoots back, laughing loudly at the way you turn your face away in embarrassment.
"listen, you used to annoy me alot, okay?" you defend, "and i see that none of that has changed."
he grins at you, and says, "one can only change so little, i see you still have very little tolerance for me."
"as always."
he laughs again, and then his laughter quiets down, but a smile still remains on his lips as he looks at you, his expression timid and his voice almost shy as he says, "haven't seen you in so long, i missed ya."
you think you're imagining it when you see him with a faint pink dusting his cheeks.
now it's your turn to laugh, you aren't necessarily laughing at him, just more so that you're surprised by his sudden statement, and so you reply with, "well, my everyday was kind of dull without you annoying me, so i guess i missed you too."
you can swear that the pink on his cheeks got darker when you said that, but you decide not to say anything of it.
he chuckles and stuffs his hands in his pockets, "well, i'm glad we can finally agree on something." he let's out a long sigh, "who knew fate would bring us back like that? as a hotshot and an interviewer?"
he's being dramatic and cocky again.
you roll your eyes at him, "you think quite highly of yourself, it's sickening."
atsumu grins at you, and you shake your head at him with an unwilling smile on your lips, thinking that maybe his company right now isn't so bad, and that maybe you're actually enjoying talking to him right now.
atsumu asks, "so, are you waiting for someone?"
"my uber, yes."
"well, then i guess you wouldn't mind if i waited with you then." he says, shuffling a bit closer to you — atsumu isn't sure why he's doing this to himself, talking with you knowing how nervous and jittery you get him to be, with his heart pounding fast in his chest and his hands clammy in his pockets and he hasn't felt this way since highschool — but maybe, just maybe he's hoping he could build up enough courage to ask for your number.
"you already are," you remark teasingly, smiling at him.
your phone vibrates in your hand and you check the notification that tell you your uber is almost here.
"it's almost here anyway," you state, and you don't notice how his shoulders suddenly slump down like a disappointed child.
"oh," he says disappointingly, "well, it was nice meeting you again after so long, y/n." he smiles brightly at you.
you state at him for a moment, your mind racing through some thoughts, before you finally decide that : fuck it, you'll just go for it.
"give me your phone." you demand.
he furrows his brows in confusion, "what? why?"
"just give me your phone."
atsumu reluctantly and confusingly pulls his phone out and hands it to you without asking any further questions.
you tap away at his screen for a few seconds before handing his phone back to him — and just then your uber pulls up.
atsumu only catches a glimpse of 'y/n from highschool' saved into his contact list before you're standing on your tippy toes pressing a peck to his cheek and pulling away, smiling and waving at him as you make your way to your ride.
you call out, "call me later, okay?"
atsumu swears his heart went flying with the next gust of wind that blew, and red bloomed on his cheeks as his eyes scanned over your contact name a hundred times, almost as if he couldn't believe it sat in his phone now, and when his mind finally registered it, a giddy, shy smile that he couldn't resist spread to his face.
oh, for sure he'll be calling you later.
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mangogobibiboo · 1 month
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: DADDY BABY DAY (HAIKYUU) :
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Kageyama, Hinata, Bokuto, Atsumu, Osamu, Suna
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A/N: domestic haikyuu is one of my favorite to think of. bruh i hate this app! Give me a better SMAU app im gonna cry
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tiniella · 1 year
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♡ ⎯⎯ BAD KINDA PLAYER ꒰ ATSUMU MIYA꒱
୨୧ synopsis: you offer to help the hottest (and dumbest) guy on campus with his homework, now he wants to say thank you.
୨୧ cw: [n]sfw content, fem!reader + nerd!reader + himbo!atsumu + reader uses glasses + mating press + petnames ꒰ cutie + baby + kitten ꒱ fingering + oral sex + size kink + tummy bulge + fluff + atsumu is a big baby.
୨୧ word count: 2.1k
୨୧ tags: @malxoxo @princessqueen111 @cravingforangel @itsmeteiiteii @coyloves @katsuwhore @peacchfuz @mizuwki @maplesuna @chvlde @coquettemaiden @crypt7d @kunizk @@yandere-romanticaa @hiraizens @kuroosdarling @crysugu @getosbunny
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being a college student wasn't as fun as you expected.
you were never the smartest one of the class but having so much responsibilities in university and a part time job caused you to carry a heavy weight on your shoulders. you had to be organized and rigorous, what caused you to be picked on by some annoying guys and to be put in the same group of the nerds.
they weren't bad, it was the opposite actually; they were kind and fun people. still, you wondered if you could be enjoying your university days in a better way like going out and getting drunk. god, you don't even remember the last time you kissed someone.
you put those thoughts aside and knock on the door, holding your laptop and books under your arm while waiting. it wasn't common for you to help other students with projects and homeworks, most of them actually rather do everything alone than to ask help from a nerd, scared of their judgmental gazes and superiority complex. but you always hated all the stereotypes and jokes coming from your friends, calling girls dumb only because they wear makeup or making fun of the buff muscular guys for getting bad grades.
you actually wanted to change that.
it surely wasn't because you almost melted when atsumu went to your table with those puppy eyes asking if you could help him with his homework, scratching his head and flexing his arm muscles in an attempt to impress you.
no, it wasn't that. you're just really generous and helpful.
"oh-!" suddenly, the door opens to reveal a very shirtless atsumu, blonde curls still damp from the shower. he looks surprised, shy even, looking at you like he didn't expect to see you there. shit, did he forgot you were coming? "sorry cutie, i didn't expect you'd come so early."
you purse your lips at that petname, "i actually texted you before i left my dorm," you say, watching him entering his dormitory again and throwing some clothes inside his wardrobe, trying to clean things up before wearing a shirt. "i can come later if you want..."
"no! it's okay, cutie, please make yourself at home." his smile is bright, showing his adorable little canines to you.
you enter his dorm, it looks exactly like yours, just less... organized.
"is osamu here?" you ask, sitting on his chair in front of the computer.
"uh, no, he went out with some girl, he left a few minutes ago," atsumu offers you a glass of water and you accept it. "i said i wanted to be alone with my cutie so we could study." you choke embarrassingly loud, coughing water and punching your own chest at his words. atsumu gets up to pat your back gently, helping you to calm down, completely oblivious to his effect on you. "are you okay, baby?"
you clear your throat, "y-yes, i'm okay. thank you, atsumu."
"you can call me tsumu! it's how all my friends call me."
you stare. a lot. you can't help it, he looks like a puppy who just learned how to walk, smiling and blushing at you like you make him shy just by looking at him.
"okay... tsumu," you smile, earning a cheerful nod from him. "we can start by reading some of your notes, is that alright? have you done some notes from the class?"
"alright, uhhh... i don't often write notes, i just kind of... listen to it."
"oh, that's okay, people have different ways of learning, i also don't write much, only stuff i think it's important like dates."
"really?" atsumu furrows his brows, looking at the distance like he's thinking deeply at what you just said.
you nod, "yeah! well, we can just read some of mine and you can write your own notes, it's going to help you to remember a few important things, alright?"
atsumu blinks a few times before opening a smile, "yeah! that sounds hella fun!"
you giggle, "not sure if that's the right word but i like your enthusiasm."
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you and atsumu ended up writing a few notes and you tried to explain the subject in a way that would be easier for him to understand and memorize. still, everytime you looked at him he had that open-mouth stare with big eyes like he's paying so much attention to what you're saying that he forgot about the rest of the world. it was cute, but you offered to help him a few more time before he finished his homework.
it was already dark outside by the time you both had ended writing down some notes and discussed the subject, your neck was hurting and you just wanted to stay away from the books for a while.
"i think i should be going now," you say, getting and collecting your pens and notes.
"aren't you forgetting anything?" atsumu asks, extremely close to your ear.
"hum, i don't think so..." your body is turned around quickly to face atsumu, he has a smirk on his face and his hands are placed on your waist, fingers sneaking under your shirt to touch your smooth skin. "atsumu?"
"you're such a pretty girl," he runs finger through your neck, tilting your chin up to rub his thumb on your bottom lip. "and you treat me so well," you can feel atsumu's cologne impregnating on your skin, his hot breath hitting your face softly. "let me thank you for that."
"atsumu, y-you don't need to, i just wanted to help." you place your hand on his chest to try and push him away but the feeling of how big and strong he is under your smaller hands it's too good to be true, you can't help but rub your hands through his broad chest that looked so good under that tight shirt.
"i know, cutie, that's what i love about you. you're always trying to help, aren't you?" atsumu chuckles at how hypnotized you are by his body, your little fingers running through his shoulders and chest like you want to memorize that moment forever. he licks his lips, slowly blinking at you. "so what's gonna be? are you gonna let me fuck your tight little pussy or do i have to beg for it?"
you don't hold yourself back when you kiss him, it's all tongue and quick breaths, sloppily trying to gain space inside each other's mouths while atsumu bites your bottom lip and smirks at the pitiful whine you let out. you're pushed onto the bed, atsumu looks much bigger when his body is caging yours between those arms, his pretty eyes gazing at you wickedly.
he kneels on the bed to take his shirt off; you had seen him shirtless countless times, of course, but you never imagined he would get naked for you. only for you. he pecks your lips sweetly before asking:
"do you want me to eat you out, cutie?"
your brain short circuits, you can't mutter a single word in response, only nodding at him and letting atsumu tug your shirt up to reveal your boobs, which he's quick to squeeze and lick, closing his lips around your nipples to suck it hard. you haven't felt all these sensations in so long that it almost feels like something completely new.
atsumu trails his kisses down to your belly, opening your jeans and pulling them down your legs, revealing your pink panties with a tiny little bow on the front.
"cute panties." he says, chuckling when you groan.
"shut up."
you nervously watch as atsumu places himself between your thighs, kissing you over the panties before rubbing his fingers against your warm pussy, smiling when you whimper.
"you make the cutest sounds, kitten. keep doing that for me, okay?" he encourages, tugging your panties down your legs. you can't help the nervousness and embarrassment, you haven't been naked in front of someone else in a long time, wondering if atsumu likes what he's looking at. and, like he read your mind, he swears under his breath. "you're so fucking pretty, baby. such a cute little pussy, and it's all for me, isn't it?"
you bite your lip to hold back a smile, nodding at him. next thing you know is that atsumu's tongue feels like heaven, lapping at your slit like there's no tomorrow. atsumu closes is lips around your clit and sucks it hard, you often feel the cold metal of his tongue piercing against your skin, it actually makes it much more exciting.
atsumu grunts against your pussy, "i'm gonna make you cum and then i'm gonna fuck real good, is that okay?"
you lift your head from the pillow to look at him, his saliva mixed to your juices dripping down his chin while he holds your thighs apart. you can't help but giggle.
"yeah, tsumu, that sounds like a plan."
he smiles before diving right back in to your cunt, using his fingers to push your labia to the sides and flick his tongue on your clit. atsumu is incredibly skilled with his mouth and fingers, sliding two of them into your tight hole and bending his knuckles to rub them against your g-spot. you curve your back at the indescribable sensation of his digits inside you, cumming with a loud moan that atsumu is quick to muffle with his other hand, knowing that people can probably hear you.
"fuck, you taste amazing, kitten." he mutters, kissing your lips and letting you taste your own arousal. "now i wonder how my dick is going to feel inside this sweet little cunt."
you whine, "tsumu, please..."
atsumu gives one more of his extremely attractive chuckles, taking his sweatpants off with his boxers to reveal his cock. you imagined he would have a big dick but you didn't imagine it would be this big. you're impressed by his thickness, the pink head leaking with precum and showing you that he was enjoying eating you out as much as you did.
"f-fuck, i don't think i can, tsumu!" you whine against your hand, fear and excitement running through your body as you watch him massaging his cock in front of you, atsumu spits on his hand and lines his massive length with your pussy.
"you girls always say this," he rolls his eyes, poking your entrance with the tip of his dick, slowly pushing in as he watches your glasses getting foggy. "and i always make it fit, cutie. don't worry."
you hook your hands under your knees, watching with wide eyes as atsumu's cock splits you open, the stretch is painful but you're thankful that he helped you with his fingers earlier, it definitely made it much easier to take all his girth.
still, he didn't fail to make you whimper pathetically when you realized he was entirely inside you, his pubic bone touching your clit softly.
"see? you took it like a champ, kitten." atsumu kisses you lovingly, his hand gently cupping your face as he starts to thrust slowly into you, he's all you can focus your attention on; his pretty plump lips leaving kisses on your collarbone and chest, long fingers massaging your nipples, broad and strong shoulders that you run your hands through to feel every muscle stretching while he moves his hips skilfully.
atsumu can't hide the way his face is flustered and how his eyes are watering as he feels your warm cunt clenching around him, putting his face on your neck while you moan so prettily in his ear.
"oh⏤! oh my god," you moan. "tsumu, i feel you so deep." atsumu grins, touching your belly where he can feel the outline of his cock. "p-please, wanna cum!"
he pecks your lips lovingly before putting your hands away to hold your knees against your chest, "do it then, kitten. and i'm gonna reward you by filling your tummy with my cum." you only lay there and cum while atsumu keeps thrusting into your cunt as fast as he can while still trying to not hurt you, watching as you put your hand over your mouth and whimper, legs shaking as you reach your climax. "f-fuck, kitten, you're creaming all around my cock. i'm gonna cum, okay?"
"yes! please, tsumu, cum inside me!"
atsumu is handsome, but he looks out of this world when he cums. he's sweaty and glistening under the light, flushed face and watery eyes while he sounds so pathetically vulnerable, little whimpers and groans leaving his mouth as he fills you up completely, his cum leaking out of your pussy.
he holds you tight against him while you both catch your breaths, his hand caressing your sides softly.
"so," atsumu is the first one say something. "can you help me with all my homeworks until the end of the semester?"
you laugh against your hand, "are you asking me to be your fuck buddy or your teacher?"
"why not both?" he jokes, holding your face to kiss you. "my kitten."
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hoejosatoru · 2 months
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Atsumu is a bit of a cocky guy. He's good and he knows it, so why shouldn't he be proud? But there is nothing that fuels his ego more than you showing up to his game in his jersey. When he spots you in the crowd, his number across your chest. Now he can't lose.
Atsumu is laser focused during games. But that doesn't mean you aren't at the back of his mind. He's sneaks peaks at you after he's made a good play, loving the way you jump and scream for him. He can't help but think about thinking about the other ways he'll make you scream later.
Atsumu knows you know the drill. Wait outside the locker room for the "coast is clear" text. He's buzzing from his win and his desire for you. When he sees you up close, his cock immediately throbs with need. Fuck baby, so pretty with my name on you. He takes your hand, making you do a little twirl. He loves how big the jersey is on you, a visual of how much bigger he is than you.
Atsumu finds the nearest flat surface to bend you over, yanking down your bottoms. The jersey stays on his slides his cock into your velvety walls. He groans, watching how your slick cunt sucks him in. Been thinking about this y/n? Bet you were fantasizing about getting fucked the whole game. You moan in response, the sweetest sound to his ears.
Atsumu isn't looking to take his time. All he can think of is emptying himself in you, while you're adorned in his jersey. How it is the ultimate way to claim you as his. His grip on you is near bruising as he thrusts fast and hard inside you. He slides a finger around front to play with your clit, taking you breath away. Your pussy flutters as your orgasm floods your body.
Atsumu lets out the sexiest groans as he cums inside you. His stamina let's him fuck you at a good pace until you're both squirming form overstimulation. He loves watching his cum drip out of you and will even take a picture if you let him. One thing he makes very clear: you're to wear his jersey to every game from now on.
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tahdashi · 2 years
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WHEN HIS BABY GETS JEALOUS. . .
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✫ ft. akaashi, atsumu, iwaizumi, and suna x mom!reader
✫ a/n: the kids are ages 1-3 (can stand, walk, talk in sentences). the babies aren’t really “jealous” in some of these. they just want some love and affection, too !!!
✫ warnings: usage of “mom” and “mama” to refer to reader
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✫ AKAASHI leans into your touch after coming home from the office, his tie loosened and his hair a bit messier than usual. you two are splayed on the couch, his head resting peacefully on your chest as he updates you on bokuto’s recent msby game. and just minutes later, you feel your son pull on your leg. an eruption of babbles leave his lips as he whines and tugs. “mmm, it’s my turn with mom,” keiji whines into your collarbones. you can't help but laugh at your husband's child-like behavior. "keiji, get off, you're gonna make him upset." and as keiji nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, your baby breaks out into a sob, "mama! mama!" filling the small living room. keiji gets up from his place on your chest and picks your son up, mumbling "i'm sorry, bud" into his equally messy hair. "mama's all yours," he kisses the top of his head and allows him to crawl happily into your arms. "you're as whiny as your mo-" "keiji." he can't even be upset at his limited time with you — the image of you holding his entire world makes up for it.
✫ ATSUMU lingers in the kitchen after tucking your daughter in to bed just about every night. he puts dishes in the cabinets, wipes down the counter, and traps you between his arms for a moment of intimacy. "mind if i kiss ya, babe?" he asks, knowing you'll let him anyway. "you'll do it no matter what i say," you turn your head to the side, creating distance between his lips and yours. "no! i'm a gentleman! that's why ya married me, isn't it?" a laugh leaves your lips and you're stepping up onto your toes to reach his. his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you close against himself. it's been hard to find time for yourselves — your daughter was at the age where she'd walk (stumble, really) away if you took your eyes off of her for even a second. and as you pull away from the kiss, breathless and all, you hear the pitter patter of her tiny feet approaching you two. "baby, why are ya awake? can't sleep?" atsumu bends down to her level, pushing her hair back from her eyes. she rubs at them and then wraps her tiny arms around his neck to kiss his cheeks. "i want a g'night kiss too!" she whines. "alrighty, baby, ya can get as many as ya want! make sure ya give mama a kiss too," he tells her before peppering her cheeks with loving kisses.
✫ IWAIZUMI used to wake up early every morning, getting ready for the day at a slow and relaxing pace, but he finds it harder and harder to do so when you cling onto him, asking for five more minutes of peace, five minutes of calmness before the storm (the storm being your daughter, of course). she's gotten clingier with every step she could take. she wakes up with the sun and makes her way to your bed, struggling to climb up with her tiny legs. the sight of her dad's arm around your waist brings a pout to her lips, her cheeks puffing out as she whispers a "daddy?" and of course, he's awake (he's been awake for the past 15 minutes). "wanna come up?" he asks her before unwrapping his arms from your body and lifting her onto his broad chest. she immediately crawls over him, kicking his face with her feet in the process, to place herself between you two. her little arms and legs wrap around your torso like a koala, and she looks up at you with a toothy smile. "my turn,” she says, nuzzling her head into you. you hear iwa mumble under his breath (something about waking the team up with kicks to the face).
✫ SUNA always searches for you and the twins in the crowd. his team had just won a game that he's been training especially hard for, and it's the first time in a while that you've seen his dimply smile on his face. he runs up to you and the twins with nothing but joy in his eyes. grabbing ahold of your waist, he presses a kiss to your lips — his teeth clash against yours and he's laughing into the kiss out of sheer happiness, but you don't mind it one bit. your sons pull at your clothes as they try to get your attention. suna catches a glimpse of their raised arms and pulls away from you to lift his boys into his own arms, one on each side of his body. they're cheering for their dad, clapping and yelling, “you did it!" suna's never been an affectionate guy, opting to show his love in more subtle ways, but he feels the urge to pull you and the boys in for a tight hug (one where you can feel the rapid beating in his chest). he kisses the top of your head before pressing one on each of the twins' cheeks. "let's go celebrate, yeah?" suna grins. he’d do anything to hold you three like that again after each win — his prized possessions in his arms.
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tamaki-jiki · 11 months
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Breaking Up With Haikyuu Men
~ Atsumu, Oikawa, Sakusa, Iwaizumi
genre: angst, fluff-ish
tw: breakups, kind of toxic Sakusa, arguments
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Atsumu:
His jealousy is what drove you away. He knew he should’ve tried harder to not he so jealous or show it in front of other but it almost seemed impossible for him. He knew it would eventually break the two of you apart and unfortunately for him, last night was the last strike.
“Atsumu, you cannot keep doing this. I can’t keep doing this. I can’t even talk to him without you making a scene and it’s getting old. I get that your jealous but did you really have to embarrass him like that?”
He wished what came out of his mouth next was an apology or something about how wrong he was for what he did but his ego and cockiness got the best of him.
“Date him then. With the way you cling onto him I’m sure people wouldn’t be too surprised. They might even think you were cheating.”
There was so much venom in his tone you couldn’t help but just stand in shock. Even after all the arguments the two of you have had, not once have you heard that tone from him. It shattered your heart thinking about how he would let people accuse you of cheating when you’ve been nothing but loyal and by Atsumu’s side since day one. You knew it would only get worse and there was only one thing you could do.
“Get out.”
“What?”
“I said get out. Do you need me to spell it out for you?” Your tone was almost calm but your face gave away to how hurt you were.
“Baby, no. I’m sorry. We can work through this and I promise I will work on it. I swear I will just please, please don’t leave me.”
Usually, his tears and apologies would crack you but not this time. You were exhausted having to have the same conversation over and over and over and you were at your limit.
“No, Atsumu. I will not put myself through this anymore. I have used every word I can to get it through your thick skull how it makes me feel when you act like that and you never seem to listen. Get your stuff and get out. We’re done.”
He didn’t argue back as he went to your room and collected his things. When he came back out, you were sitting on the couch looking at your phone and he could only assume you were talking to your friends. He wanted to say something but thought it would be best to just stay quiet and take his leave.
Once the door shut and you heard his car leave, you curled in on yourself, sobbing and feeling every inch of your body hurt. You already texted your friends letting them know what happened and a few of them were in their way to your house with ice cream and movies to help comfort you as best as they can.
As for Atsumu, none of your friends talked to him anymore. Even his brother was mad at him and told him you didn’t deserve to be treated like that and all you asked of him was one simple thing. It broke him knowing he made you feel how he promised he never would but he couldn’t take it back and he could only moved forward.
The two of you didn’t talk and if you did it was a brief hello before you would find his brother and hang out with him. Soon, he became busy with MSBY practices and games and wasn’t home much due to travelling and events he had to go to. The only time he saw you was when he stopped by his brother’s work, where he found out you work now, to get food after a long night.
Finally, the season was over and he was able to relax. The team decided to host a little get together/party to celebrate another good season. It was always a nice way to unwind and he liked the attention he got from the girls there. It would distract him from thinking about you.
When he arrived, he was almost immediately greeted by a group of girls who were flirting with him but he wouldn’t entertain them further than that. He excused himself and went to get something to drink where Sakusa was.
“Seems like you were enjoying yourself over there.”
“Awww, don’t be so jealous. You’ll get your shot at being the star of the party soon.”
Sakusa rolled his eyes at him but continued to let him talk anyway. He wasn’t really listening but knew Atsumu was blabbing about how many fan girls he has and hie Sakusa would benefit from learning a thing or two. Atsumu was quickly interrupted when something caught Sakusa’s eye.
“Isnt that y/n over there?” He pointed to where he was looking.
When Atsumu looked over, he saw you looking as pretty as he remembered, maybe even prettier, and smiling so bright it almost blinded him. He didn’t expect to see you here and he definitely didn’t expect to see someone with an arm around your waist holding you close. When he looked up, he saw his face but with different hair. It was his brother, the him he was jealous of, with his hands on you and kissing your cheek every now and then. He knew he didn’t have the right to say anything and decided it would be best to just let you be and talk to you later.
He was happy to see you happy even though it hurt a little bit to see his brother being the one to make you smile like he hadn’t. He would give you the time you needed and hoped to eventually become friends again or at least be on good terms. He wouldn’t ever stop loving you but he would let you go, over time, if it meant for happiness.
“Yeah it is. They look good together. I’m happy for them.”
Oikawa:
Everyone who knew the two of you knew you guys broke up before. It was in high school and it was because volleyball became more important than you but you didn’t hold it against him. Instead you stayed by his side and supported him in his dreams.
The two of you got back together right before graduation and your relationship has been great. Even with him being in Brazil and you so far away you still managed to make it work. You had gone down there to surprise him a few times and sure there have been some arguments but love seemed to beat all.
That was until he accused you of cheating on him.
“For the last time, I did not cheat on you! Why don’t you believe me?” you yelled at him with tears streaming down your face and fresh ones in your eyes.
“I’ve been away for long enough and honestly it wouldn’t surprise me if you actually did. Plus that photo of you and Ushijima together says different.”
He was ruthless with his words having so much hatred laced in them. The photo was of you and Ushijima sitting down in a restaurant when he was in town and while you can see how out of context someone might think you are together, you thought Oikawa would know differently.
“We were just catching up, Oikawa! That’s all it was. I’m sorry I wanted to see my friend after not seeing him for a long time but I told you about it beforehand.”
Confusion mixed with the anger on his face and you knew that meant he didn’t listen to you the other night when you told him about how Ushijima was going to be back and how you wanted to hang out with him while you could. He stopped listening after you said his name and didn’t focus on anything else, not even you.
“You know how I feel about him. He’s the one I competed with the most when I was in high school and I don’t appreciate you going out with him.”
“There you go again. You make everything about yourself and everything I do has to be what makes you happy. But what about me and how I feel?”
“How you feel? How do you think I feel being miles away and then coming back here to visit you because I finally got a break only to see a photo of the two of you at dinner like you’re a married couple?”
“Do you really think I would do that to you, especially with him?”
He’s silent but it’s enough to tell you the answer to your question. It broke your heart even more knowing he thought you would do something like that. Your mind and body seemed to shut down and you had no more energy left to fight, and it got worse after the next words that came out of Oikawa’s mouth.
“I wish we would’ve stayed broken up. I wouldn’t have to deal with you and your lies and crying about them to me. There’s many other girls that would die to have a chance with me and would treat me so much better than you have.”
He knew his words were wrong but he was just so far into his rage and hurt he didn’t have time to think before they slipped from his mouth. You quickly gathered his stuff and shoved it into his hands telling him to leave and never contact you again. He didn’t even bother saying anything, just turning around and slamming the door as he left.
You were a mess to say the least. After he left that night, you didn’t take care of yourself properly and basically cut everyone from your life. It wasn’t until the Sweden Adlers were there for a match that you left your house, only because Matsukawa and Hanamaki came to your house to drag you out after not hearing from you forever. You ended up going to the match with them where Ushijima asked if you would like to talk after. You said yes and he ended up taking you to a nearby cafe where the two of you went on about life until they had to kick you out because they were closing.
And a short, but long, six months later, you and Ushijima finally became official. You were hesitant at first but with the help of your other friends, specifically Matsukawa, they convinced you to not feel guilty or worry about your ex getting mad at you. So now here you were, in Sweden, visiting your now boyfriend Ushijima.
The two of you decided to keep your relationship private for awhile but it didn’t last long as photos taken by paparazzi and many others were being leaked and soon everyone believed the rumor of your possible new romance. The two of you agreed after his next game to announce it to the public and confirm their suspicions.
Little did you know, Oikawa was watching that interview and had seen every single photo leaked of you two. He knew he fucked up and that he was wrong for accusing you of cheating knowing damn well you never would, but now he has to live with the consequences of his actions and the karma that comes with it.
Oikawa had to watch you be happy from a screen knowing it wasn’t him who was putting that smile on your face or the one who gets to hold you at night, keeping you warm because the blankets just didn’t do it right.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t love you like you needed me to. I hope he can give you everything you want and more because you deserve nothing but the best.”
Sakusa:
He was a straightforward and honest person but sometimes it was too much. You had a love-hate relationship with it as it had hurt you and caused arguments before. But what he said to you last week stuck with you and was constantly running through your head.
“Stop being so fucking clingy. Its annoying and I don’t need you to try and fix my problems when you can’t even fix your own.”
The feeling of guilt immediately ran through his body but his face didn’t show it. His gaze still showed anger and the scowl on his face didn’t budge at all. He wanted to pull you into him and apologize a million times for what he said but instead he got up and walked out the door, slamming it out of anger.
He went on a drive to calm himself before coming back but he regretted that decision when he walked back into your shared apartment of two years. You were nowhere to he found. No clothes, jewelry, hygiene products were present. The only thing that you left was your engagement ring he proposed to you with just three months before.
Sakusa tried to call you many times but each of them went straight to voicemail. He tried to contact you for a week before giving up, realizing it wouldn’t happen. He went to practice as a distraction but it only seemed to make things worse for him.
He remembered how you would bring him lunch or even just stop by to say hi to him and his teammates. They all loved seeing you and would tease him about how lovesick he was after you left. But now, he didn’t talk to any of them and if he did it was brief and even more emotionless than before. It got so bad that Atsumu called you but you told him you didn’t want to talk to Sakusa.
After that, Sakusa seemed to go back to his usual self but really he was just putting on a face while he would cry himself to sleep at home. He regretted what he said and wished he could travel back in time to never say what he said and instead listen to you talk about your feelings. But he couldn’t and tried to just continue on without you.
Things seemed to get better over time and soon enough the both of you had healed from the heartbreak. He still missed you everyday and wished he could apologize to you for that night but respected your wishes of not wanting to talk to him. You had been wanting to talk to him, whether it was for closure or something else was to be determined, but felt too guilty to do so after ignoring him for so long.
It wasn’t until it was Hinata’s birthday and he invited you to the party that you got the chance to talk to him. He told you Sakusa would be there and he would totally understand if you didn’t want to come but still hoped you would. To his surprise you said you would be there not wanting to let the past affect your life like you had let it before.
So now, at the party, you're talking with Atsumu and Bokuto having a good time and actually relaxing after not doing so for a while. You can see Sakusa out of the corner of your eye sneaking glances at you with a sad and nervous look in his eyes. You could tell he wanted to come up to you but resisted not wanting to make you uncomfortable just in case you still didn’t want anything to do with him.
When you finally got a chance to slip away from the now two drunk and loud idiots, you went to find Sakusa. You found him standing against a wall with a cup in his hand and knowing him, the beverage wasn’t anything but water. You nervously walked up to him and his eyes widened at the sight of seeing you coming over.
“Hey.”
“H-hey.” you could tell he was just as nervous as you or maybe even more.
“Can we talk?” he nodded his head quickly and let you lead him to any empty room.
Once you were in, the atmosphere was tense and very awkward. You weren’t sure how to start the conversation and didn’t exactly want to jump straight in and make him feel worse about what happened than he probably did. He sat on the bed as you stood off to the side trying to figure out the correct words to say.
“I’m sorry for that night.” he broke the silence needing to get his feelings out there. “What I said was very wrong and I was being an asshole for no reason.”
“Kiyoomi-”
“No, please. Don’t say I shouldn’t be sorry or that it’s your fault. It’s mine for not listening to you and for not letting you help me. I never ever should have been that way to you and if I wasn’t such a piece of shit we would be getting married instead of being broken up.”
His head was down and you knew he was holding back tears. You sat down on the bed next to him, leaving a few inches between the two of you. You put one of your hands over his which made him snap his head towards you in surprise.
“You weren’t and aren’t a piece of shit. You had a lot of emotions pent up and needed to release them and it just happened to be me who was the last straw before you broke.” he let out a scoff and looked back down to the floor, not believing your words. You rolled your eyes and grabbed his face with your hands and made him look at you. “I’m serious, Kiyoomi. I have never and will never see or think of you as anything other than the man that I said yes to marrying.”
You smiled at him hoping that it would get your point across. Luckily, it seemed to work as he melted into your touch and you pulled him into you, allowing him to hug you. His arms wrapped around you tightly not wanting to let you go. You ran your fingers through his hair and let him rest his head on your chest and he seemed to relax completely.
“You know, I would like for you to put a ring on my finger someday.” you felt his body stiffen and his head move to look up at you.
“Are you serious?” there was a sparkle in his eyes that was reserved for you and you only.
“Of course I am. There’s no one else I would rather walk down the aisle to and spend the rest of my days and nights with.” he seemed to hug you tighter than before and kept mumbling thank you’s into your neck.
“So, can I take you out on a date sometime this week?”
“Pick me up at 7 tomorrow and if it goes well, I might even let you come home with me.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
Iwaizumi:
It was a mutual break up between the two of you. The two of you wanted different things and didn’t want to hold the other back. So one night the two of you sat down and told each other how you felt about your relationship and both sides agreed if its meant to be, you’ll be together again.
It was rough at first waking up without his arms around you and not smelling the coffee he prepared for you every morning. You missed his scent being all over your sheets and pillows and especially missed how he would make you go to bed by picking you up from wherever you were working in the house and carrying you all the way to your used to be shared bedroom and pulling you into him tightly so you couldn’t escape.
The two of you kept in contact while he was in California and you stayed home completing your degree. You’d both congratulate each other when you accomplished something and told each other how proud you are of how far both of you have come in a short amount of time. There were some slips of ‘I love you’ from both of you but neither corrected the other.
About six months pass and the two of you haven’t been talking as much the past month. Sure, the two of you have been busy doing your own thing and you feel bad bothering him knowing the two of you are just friends and don’t want to make him uncomfortable just in case he’s already moved on. Which you also can’t help but wonder if he has found someone knew.
The first time you see him again after his departure is during the holidays. He decided to come back home to see family and friends that were still there. You, however, were not made aware of this and were shocked when you opened your front door and Iwaizumi was standing there all tanned and buff making you drool and cheeks redden.
He told you your parents invited the both of you to dinner at their house and he would be happy to catch up on the drive over. You agreed smiling and took his car to your parents house. On the way there, the two of you talked about funny things that happened, people you met, and other things to keep the conversation going.
Once you arrived, your parents greeted the two of you with smiles and hugs. The four of you sat down at the table and began to enjoy dinner. Your parents were asking him all sorts of questions but one made the air a little tense between the two of you but you don’t think your parents noticed.
“Oh, no no. I’ve been to busy with working to go on dates let alone talk to anyone.”
It did hurt you a little hearing his response but you pushed it down and continued to ear and talk like before. Iwa could tell there was a change in you but wanted to wait until it was just the two of you to talk about it.
A few hours went by and you said your goodbyes before heading out with Iwa back to your place. He stopped the car in your driveway and shut it off before turning to you telling you he wanted to talk before you left. You turned your attention to him letting him silently know you were all ears.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you back at your parents house.”
“You don’t have to apologize, Haji. It’s okay if you don’t want to be with me. I’ll support you no matter what, you know that.”
“That’s…what I meant was that I haven’t looked for anyone else at all.” Your eyes widened in surprise as you had thought how easily he could have with how handsome he is. “I’m sorry for not talking to you much this last month and yes it’s because I have been busy but that’s not the only reason.”
“It’s okay-”
“Shhh. Listen, okay?” You nodded your head and signalled for him to continue. “The other reason is because I still love you. A lot and I was scared that you didn’t feel the same way so I pushed away distracting myself with work so I didn’t feel guilty about it.”
You stared at him with tears in your eyes. They were happy ones hearing him say he still loves you. You didn’t know what to say back to him and instead leaned towards him. He reciprocated your actions and gently kissed you. It was a soft yet passionate and almost needy kiss. You didn’t want to pull back but had to due to lack of oxygen.
“I love you and I’ll wait as long as it takes to be with you, Hajime.”
You kissed him a few more times each one getting more and more heated. You couldn’t take it anymore needing to feel him closer to you after months of not being able to be enveloped in his warmth as he held you close to him. You pulled back from him with a different look in your eyes, one that he has missed seeing.
“Wanna come inside and spend the night?”
“You know I do, baby.”
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classyinnie · 1 year
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“Did you ever plan on getting a relationship?” The interviewer asked.
"No, I was too preoccupied with volleyball to care."
“What made you change your mind?” 
Beyond the reporters, mics, and cameras, his gaze finds yours in the crowd. "The mere possibility that someone out there was worth the wait."
The interviewer noticed the softness in his eyes and tried to follow his line of sight, but he had already directed his gaze back to them before they could turn around. 
“Well, were they worth the wait?”
He smiles. “Always.”
—ATSUMU, Kageyama, OIKAWA, HINATA, Sakusa, Ushijima, Suna, Bokuto
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na0koz · 3 months
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haikyuu boys meeting your family !
atsumu, kageyama, suna,
pre timeskip, female pronouns
atsumu is so scared. like he’s terrified. he’s convinced himself your parents won’t like him and they’re gonna force you to stop seeing him, but he won’t tell you that.
the plan was to go on your date in the city and then come home for dinner with your family; it can’t be that bad, right? wrong apparently. the whole journey home atsumu is pretty quiet, he’s trying to decide how to act while he fiddles with the bouquet wrapping that he insisted he buy for your mom. every time you ask if he’s okay, he just smiles at you and tells you he’s tired from walking around so much. once you guys get to your house atsumu’s gotten over the shaky nerves and he’s now onto the cocky, overconfident nerves, which is pretty close to his personality anyways. the whole time he’s complimenting your mom’s cooking, playing with your younger sibling and he was even humble about volleyball. you smile into your food when he says “ahh i’m not sure if i’m the best setter ‘round here” knowing full well that’s what he usually calls himself. he makes sure to thank your parents a lot.
after he goes home your parents tell you how nice he seems and how you did well. after you shut the door while he smiles and waves he lets out a huge breath, one he’s been holding all day. “they liked me,” he muttered to himself as he zips up his jacket and takes himself home.
kageyama is oddly relaxed. he declines hanging out with the team since he’s going to your house to properly meet your parents, which he says almost dismissively. a few minutes later he’s asking what the big deal is and how it’s “just meeting her parents?”; noya and tanaka and practically yelling in his face “dude. she’s like, totally in love with you if you get to meet her parents.”
he only realises how big of a deal it is when he notices how sweaty his palms are as he raises his hand to knock on your front door. he chews his lip while he waits for you and can suddenly only focus on your parents liking him. he’s snapped out of his thoughts when you open the door and pull him into a hug before you lead him into the lounge area to say hi. kageyama doesn’t really know how to talk about himself, you know that so you help him along by asking him questions like “don’t you have a game next week?” and prompting him to talk about the details. he’s also not very good at eye contact or even looking at people when he’s talking to them but at least he’s talking. while he’s helping you clean up he nervously asks if he did good so you take his hands and make sure to tell him just how well he did.
after he goes home your mom says “he’s cute” while you exclaim and punch her shoulder. he opens his phone and sees a bunch of texts on the team group chat asking how it went. he decides to tell his sister how it went before his friends.
suna is calm. he tells himself he’ll try not to be an asshole because who would want their daughter dating a sarcastic, snarky guy? he obviously loves you, but if your parents don’t like him then who is he to go against their wishes and keep seeing you? if they want him to leave you alone, he will.
he’s discreetly asking you stuff that will affect how he acts during the week before he’s scheduled to have dinner with you and your family. suna asking you which shirt you like better was new, so you were a little suspicious but you decided to ignore it. he did slip a couple times, he swore once and told a story with the details that parents don’t need to know left in, but he saved it well enough by saying he wasn’t part of it and it’s just something he heard from a classmate.
your mom seemed a liiitle apprehensive about suna but you did your best to tell her he was just nervous and he’s not a bad guy. he texted you later in the evening asking if he had fucked up, you told him he didn’t and how he heard your parents saying he seemed like he really cared about you. that lifted a little weight off his shoulder.
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etherrreal · 11 months
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“when they’re feeling insecure”
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Pairing: atsumu x reader; kita x reader; suna x reader Genre: reverse comfort-fluff; drabbles & headcanons WC: 5.169 Warnings: N/A A/N: thanks for the request! this is actually the first piece we’ve worked on together so we’re excited for you all to see it! enjoy :) -Dawn & Luna
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since you and Atsumu tended to be strapped on time to spend with each other—with you working full-time and him being a national volleyball player—you liked to meet up with him after practice sometimes so you can pick up some food and get some quality time together
he was always taking his sweet time to get showered and ready to go, so you got to bond with some of his teammates, his captain Meian especially
when you found out you both loved the same show, every week, the day after the show aired, you got to practice a bit earlier so you and him had time to talk about the newest episode
Atsumu watched every week as you barely gave him a wave when you entered the gym those days, bee-lining straight to Meian and launching into animated conversation about your show
he had tried many times to sit down to watch it with you, but each time, about 15 minutes into the show, he found himself disinterested and distracted by his phone
he knew that never bothered you—”we don’t have to have the same interests,” you would tell him—but, week by week, as he observed you light up those days you walked into the gym to talk with Meian, he began to feel like maybe he wasn’t trying hard enough to get into your interests like you do for him
and he’d be damned if big bicep Meian would make you laugh more than he did
It’s Friday, you’re absolutely exhausted from work, and you’re ready to wash the grime of the day away in the hottest shower imaginable. You’re a little thrown off when you walk in the house and hear the T.V. playing in the living room, familiar voices from your favorite show coming from the room. You don’t remember leaving it on before you left, so you creep into the room slowly, peering around the corner to see a mop of blond hair leaning against the back of the couch.
“What are you doing?”
Atsumu snorts himself awake at the sound of your voice, eyes bleary as he tries to gather himself, gaze darting between you and the screen.
“Oh, me? Just catching up on your show.” He’s back to lounging against the arm of the couch, remote in hand gesturing to the screen. “It’s the part where that one girl, uh, Ashley is talkin’ to her boyfriend right now about how they’re going to move in together soon.” 
“Okay, first of all, that’s not her name.” You set your bag down next to the couch, throwing yourself down onto the cushion next to him. “Second, that’s her mortal enemy, and I’m pretty sure they’re talking about how she hopes he bites the dust on their next mission.” 
Atsumu stares at the screen, paying attention to the dialogue for probably the first time since turning it on. “Oh.”
You can’t help but chuckle at his cluelessness. “I’ve already told you, ‘Tsumu, you don’t have to like the same things that I do just because we’re dating. Just like I don’t like volleyball that much, you don’t have to like my show as much as I do.”
He gasps, scandalized. “You don’t like volleyball?!”
“Not as much as you do, dummy. That’s my point! We’re two separate people with separate interests, and that’s okay.”
“Yeah, but…” You don’t hear the rest of his statement as he mumbles it, shrinking into himself with arms crossed and chin buried into his chest. 
“You gotta speak up, babe. I couldn’t catch that.”
He sighs heavily, arms still crossed, now with a comically deep frown on his face. “But you and Meian are always talkin’ and laughin’ together at practice when you should be doing that with me, your boyfriend!”
“Oooh, come here, my dear sweet Atsumu.” He doesn’t hesitate to accept your invitation, nearly knocking the wind out of you as he wraps his arms around your torso, smushing his cheek against your chest. “You know I love you dearly. But trying to talk to you about my show is like talking to a brick wall, and I say that with all the love in the world. Now I finally have someone that I can talk to about my show, so you don’t have to hear me drone on.”
He grumbles. “I guess. But can’t you find someone else less… beefy to talk to about it with?”
You pause, trying to sift through his lot of friends for someone who doesn’t fit that bill. “Babe. All of your friends are beefy, so it wouldn’t even matter if there was someone else there that I can talk to about it. Besides, his appearance doesn’t even matter. It’s nothing more than some friendly chatter, alright?”
“Alright.” You press a kiss to the top of his head before he whines, tilting his head all the way up to offer his lips to you so you can give him a proper kiss. “...Just wish you’d be less happy about it.”
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you were invited to a night out at a bar with some old friends from high school, and decided to drag Kita along for the ride to introduce him to the ol’ gang
drinks were being served, shots were being had, and everyone was getting along swimmingly
Kita, who’d been nursing a bottle of water in preparation for work the next day, stayed by your side the whole night, smiling as you and your friends swapped stories and dutifully holding your things when they dragged you off to the dancefloor
he was at the bar getting you another drink when your friend Aina approached, leaning against the bar
“I like you for them,” she announced, words slurring. “They need someone plain like you to balance them out.”
he knew she didn’t mean it as an insult, but the word “plain” punched him right in the gut, insecurity washing over him as he realized it was absolutely true
you were the daring, adventurous type, always ready to jump right into things headfirst, while Kita preferred a steadier approach
normally this wasn’t a problem for the two of you, but suddenly Kita couldn’t help but wonder if maybe you were getting bored with him
it didn’t help that you had to cut your night short because of Kita’s early job, which consumed him with guilt as he watched you hug everyone goodbye, telling them you’d meet again at some point
the ride home was quiet as Kita thought about the ways he could be the fun, spontaneous man you deserved
the next day, he showed up at your door and invited you on an impromptu picnic date in the park, which you were more than happy to agree to
he was so ready to give you an amazing date and prove to you that he was more than just your plain boyfriend, but it seemed that the universe had other plans, as what was supposed to be your perfect and fun day quickly transformed into a disaster
at first, everything started off pretty smoothly, until Kita realized he forgot to bring a blanket, and the two of you were forced to sit on the wet, muddy grass
then when he opened the basket, he realized all the drinks had spilled on the drive over, effectively ruining all of the food he packed
you took it all in stride, reassuring him it could’ve happened to anyone, and ended up grabbing some takoyaki from a nearby food stand
for a moment Kita thought things were finally looking up, until an unleashed dog bounded towards you and knocked the takoyaki straight out of your hand and onto the ground, leaving the two of you to share whatever was left of his
he was so sure that it couldn’t get any worse, and then it started to rain– and not just a little drizzle, either, but a huge downpour that sent the two of you and the rest of your fellow park-goers scrambling for cover
and just to add insult to injury, his car ended up getting a flat only five minutes into the drive home, leaving him with no choice but to pull over and call for help, a shitty ending to an even shittier day
Kita’s not usually the type to believe that the universe is working against him –he prefers leaving those kinds of dramatics to the likes of Atsumu– but after the day he’s had, he’s starting to wonder.
His plan to prove to both you and himself that he could be an exciting, spontaneous, and definitely not plain boyfriend had started off decently enough. He showed up at your place with a nervous heart and a picnic basket in hand, announcing only somewhat shakily that he’d be stealing you for the day, whisking you off on an impromptu picnic date.
You’d had no prior warning, hence the whole spontaneous thing, but you went along with it easily enough, more than willing to spend a little extra time with your boyfriend. You threw on the quickest presentable outfit you could find and then you were off, eager to see where the day –and Kita– would take you. You ended up driving out to a flower field in the park, and it was absolutely wonderful.
For the first five minutes, at least.
Then it all went to shit.
Now the two of you are sitting in his car, soaked to the bone as you wait for a tow truck, and Kita is trying his very best not to let on how utterly defeated and pathetic he feels. He thinks the only thing keeping him from sulking outright is the fact that you’re still holding his hand, and even then, he can’t stop the frown that forms on his face.
“I’m so sorry about today,” he starts lamely, breaking the silence, voice shakier than he’s used to. He knows it’s not nearly enough to make up for the complete and utter catastrophe that your date turned into, but he supposes it’s a good enough place to start. “I know it wasn’t what you were expectin’ when I told you I’d be takin’ you out for a romantic picnic in the park. Hell, it wasn’t what I was expectin’, either.”
“Well, it was definitely an adventure, that’s for sure,” you say, in that carefree and teasing way of yours. Then you bring his hand closer to you and press your lips to the back of his palm, a playful but genuine smile tugging at your lips. “Still, I’m glad I came. I had a really good time today, Shin.”
Kita blinks, eyes wide as he stares at you as if you’ve grown a second head. “You did?”
“Of course I did. I was with you. I always have a good time when I’m with you.” You say it casually, easily, like it’s just that simple, and when he continues to gape at you, you raise an eyebrow. “What? Why do you look so surprised?”
“That’s because I am surprised. Today was a disaster, darlin’. It was the opposite of everythin’ that I wanted it to be.”
“Well, what did you want it to be?”
“Somethin’ good and excitin’ that you could enjoy the way you deserve.” He looks away, unable to meet your eyes as his gaze drifts to your intertwined hands, voice soft and quiet, defeated. “Somethin’ to show you that I could be fun and spontaneous, and not just the borin’ and plain boyfriend you’ve been stuck with.”
“Woah, wait, boring and plain? Stuck with?” you repeat, incredulous, brows furrowing as your lips curve into a frown of their own. “What are you talking about, Shin? You’re sure as hell not just someone I’m stuck with– where’s all of this even coming from?”
Despite himself, he hesitates. The last thing he wants to do is weigh you down with his insecurities, but Kita has never lied to you before, and he certainly doesn’t plan on starting now.
That’s when he tells about everything that happened last night, about Aina’s off-handed comment and about all the doubts and insecurities that’d been unearthed as a result. He tells you about the plan he made, the one he wanted so badly to be enough to prove to you that he could be the man you want, the man you deserve.
“I’m so sorry that happened, Shin,” is the first thing you say when he’s finished speaking, genuine and apologetic as you give his hand a comforting squeeze. “I know she was drunk, but Aina had no right to say that to you, and I’ll be telling her as much first thing tomorrow.”
“S’alright. I know she didn’t mean it as a bad thing,” Kita says, squeezing your hand back. “Still, it got me thinkin’, y’know? About you and me, and the fact that we’re so different. I mean, you– you’re so bright and darin’ and fearless and I’m just– I’m not.”
“So? I like you for you, Shin. I always have. And I especially like how different we both are.”
“I know. I do, too, I just– sometimes I just can’t help but feel like I’m borin’ you. Like you’re settlin’ for me. And I’m not sayin’ that I think you don’t love me, ‘cuz I know you do, I just–” He gives a shaky exhale and runs his free hand through his hair, faltering a little, before forcing himself to continue, though he still can’t quite meet your eyes. “I guess it’s just hard for me to make sense of the thought of someone as amazin’ and full of life as you wantin’ to be with someone as simple as me.”
The confession is raw and vulnerable, the way Kita’s only ever allowed himself to be around you. It softens you, makes you release his hand in favor of cupping his face, a silent plea to get him to look at you. And though he still feels pretty pathetic about everything, he doesn’t deny you, lifting his gaze to meet yours and finding himself stunned by the open affection in your eyes, the undeniable love he’s not sure he’ll ever get enough of.
“Oh, Shinsuke, baby, you’re not simple.” Your words, like your hands on his face, are gentle but firm, and when he shoots you a doubtful look, you lean closer and insist, “You’re not. You’re hardworking and dedicated, not to mention generous and so, so kind. You take care of me and make me laugh, and you’re always there to listen to me and support me, no matter how stubborn I am or how crazy my ideas get. You’re everything I want, not to mention everything I need. You make me better, and I love you, just the way you are.”
It’s strange, Kita thinks, how quickly your words ease the uncertainty and doubt that’d been weighing on his chest, how effortlessly your touch soothes him. There’s so much he wants to say to you. He wants to tell you how grateful he is for you, how much your words mean to him. Mostly, he wants to tell you that he loves you.
But then you tug his face towards you, closing the distance between you and pressing your lips firmly against his, and he realizes he doesn’t have to, because you already know. You feel it in the way he wraps his arms around you to pull you closer, in the way one of his hands tangles in your hair. Still, he does his best to prove it to you, anyway, deepening the kiss with a drag of his tongue across your lips and a muffled groan that has you scraping your nails against his scalp.
You’re both breathless when you pull away, just enough so that you can lean your forehead against his, all gentle comfort and soft affection.
“So get the thought of you being the person I settled for out of your pretty little head,” you say firmly, lightly tugging on his hair for good measure, “because you’re not. You’re the person I chose, the one I plan to continue choosing for a long, long time. Have I made myself clear?”
And Kita can only smile at you, turning his face to place a gentle kiss to the inside of your palm, all of his previous anxieties and insecurities forgotten.
“Crystal, darlin’.”
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you and Suna were at your cousin’s wedding, and you set off to grab some more drinks at the bar
Suna watched as you left—definitely checking out your ass—when he saw you get stopped by a guy, who put his hand hand on your arm and said something to you, and then suddenly, you were hugging
you were both so animated, so effortless, in your interactions, and Suna even saw you bust out laughing in a way you usually only do when he tells you the most god awful joke
Suna nudges your friend Aina who’s standing next to him, gesturing over to you both as he asks about who the guy is, thinking maybe he’s another cousin or something
“Oh, that’s her ex, Haru,” she explains, “They were friends all throughout childhood and even dated for a while in high school.”
this, of course, isn’t Suna’s first time hearing about your ex, seeing as the two of you have been dating long enough to have already swapped stories about previous breakups, but it is his first time seeing you and Haru interact in person
and while Suna already knows that the breakup was mutual and that you and Haru ended things pretty amicably, he’d be lying if he said seeing Haru act so familiar with you doesn’t bother him
still, Suna trusts you, and the last thing he’s going to do is make a scene at your cousin’s wedding, which is why he opts to ignore the interaction entirely, until one of the women standing nearby makes it impossible for him
the woman—maybe an aunt of yours—jumps in to add, “they were so cute, weren’t they? We were all so sure they were going to end up together. After all, they only broke up because they were heading off to different colleges.”
and if that doesn’t make him feel shitty enough, another woman, whom he quickly realizes is Haru’s mother, chimes in, “they would’ve been high school sweathearts, what’s more perfect than that! It’s too bad they had to break up.”
Aina freezes, panicked, as her gaze darts between him and the women nearby, like she’s debating whether or not she should say something, but Suna stops her with a shake of his head, brushing the whole thing off like it doesn’t bother him, even though it really does
Suna isn’t friends with any of his exes, so he doesn’t understand how two people who decided they couldn’t be together could act so natural and cheerful—and not deathly awkward—with one another years after the split
as much as he hates admitting it, you and Haru do look really good together, even if your interaction only ended up lasting a few minutes, and your family clearly still adores him, so much so that they invited him to your cousin’s wedding
it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that they prefer him over Suna, and while normally Suna wouldn’t give a damn about any of that, he can’t help but wonder if you feel the same way, if seeing Haru tonight made you regret breaking up with him in the first place
the two of you were high school sweethearts, after all; how can Suna hope to compare to that?
it puts him in a sour mood for the rest of the night, one that lasts throughout the rest of the reception and continues on your drive home
“Are you okay, Rin?”
Suna barely spares you a glance when you speak, keeping his eyes planted firmly on the road in front of him. “I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? Because you’ve been acting weird since the reception.”
“It’s nothing.” That’s a lie, of course, and you both know it. He’s been giving you the cold shoulder ever since you got in the car, the silence that’s settled between you nothing like the easy banter and teasing jokes you normally exchange on the way home. “I’m just tired.”
The rational part of him, the one he doesn’t always listen to, knows it isn’t fair for him to act this way. He’s being petty and immature, neither of which are reactions you deserve right now, but he can’t help it.
Being vulnerable has never been easy for Suna. It still isn’t, if he’s being honest, which is why, instead of talking to you about his feelings, he chooses to ignore them completely, burying them somewhere deep inside himself that even he can’t reach, despite the way his heart sinks and his hands tighten on the steering wheel the more he thinks about what your family said.
He doesn’t have to look at you to know that you’re frowning. You’ve always been able to see right through him, so of course you know that something’s bothering him, no matter how hard he tries to convince you otherwise.
He still hasn’t looked at you, but he imagines you sitting in the passenger seat with your arms crossed over your chest, furrowing your brows the way you always do when you can’t figure something out. “Did my family say something to you?”
He lets himself glance at you long enough to flash you a tight smile, a forced curving of his lips that doesn’t meet his eyes. “Nothing worth repeating.”
Your eyes narrow at his words, lips parting like you want to say something else, but then he’s pulling up in front of your apartment building and parking the car, and the moment is gone. The silence follows you into the lobby, up the elevator and all the way inside your shared apartment.
Suna quickly decides that he hates this kind of silence. He hates how bothered he still is about you and your stupid ex even more. Mostly, he hates the distance he feels between you now, even though he knows it’s one of his own creation.
He wants nothing more than to get rid of it, to lay his head in your lap and tell you exactly why he’s so upset while you stroke his hair and comfort him, but doing so would require him to be honest about his feelings, and you both already know how shitty he is at that. And the last thing Suna wants to do right now is start a fight, especially when he already feels like he’s not good enough for you.
You must sense his hesitance, because in the end, you’re the one that comes to him. You corner him while he’s sitting at the edge of your shared bed, approaching him with the same amount of care and delicateness you’d use with a stray cat.
You’re both still wearing your wedding clothes, but neither of you seems to care much about that right now. You push his jacket off his shoulders and he lets you, watching as you fold it with careful hands and set it neatly down on the bed next to him.
You move to stand in front of him, resting your hands on his shoulders. Suna finds himself shifting almost automatically to accommodate you, spreading his thighs so you can stand comfortably between his legs.
Then you’re running your fingers through his hair, nails scraping gently against his scalp in just the way he likes, and whatever ideas he had before about keeping his feelings to himself and suffering in silence immediately vanish from his brain. He’s nothing but putty in your hands right now, and all it took was one measly touch from you.
You’re good at that, Suna thinks. You’re good at softening him, at making him feel safe and loved, like he can tell you anything without being judged. It’s one of the things he loves the most about you.
It’s also why, despite his earlier hesitance, he allows himself to melt into your touch. He wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face against your stomach while you continue to run your fingers through your hair, pressing a kiss to the top of his head every now and then.
The two of you stay like that for a while, just holding each other and breathing in sync. Then you’re tugging gently at his scalp, coaxing him into looking up at you with your fingers in his hair. He goes willingly, always, for you.
“Are you ready to talk about it now?” you ask, soft and seeking, free of any judgment.
“You’re gonna think it’s stupid,” Suna mumbles, chin tucked securely against your body.
You press a soothing kiss to his forehead for good measure. “Try me.”
And though the thought of baring his feelings so openly still makes him kind of queasy, he does it anyway, relenting. “I didn’t know your ex was gonna be at the wedding.”
“Who, Haru? That’s who this is about?” You blink as genuine surprise laces your features, as if you’ve actually forgotten about your ex entirely, which pleases Suna more than he cares to admit. “He’s friends with my cousin. We all grew up together. I thought I told you that.”
“You did.” The smile he gives you is curt and tight-lipped. It doesn’t reach his eyes. “You just didn’t tell me how devastated your family was when the two of you broke up.”
“So they did say something to you, didn’t they?” You shake your head, understanding flashing in your eyes as your lips curve into a frown. “Who was it? Wait, don’t tell me– Aunt Eri?”
“The one and only,” Suna confirms, much to your chagrin. “She and Haru’s mom were convinced the two of you were meant to be, and that you were –get this– absolutely perfect for each other.”
The words taste sour in his mouth, a bitterness filling his voice that he only hopes you know isn’t directed towards you. Thankfully, you don’t seem to take any offense to it. If anything, you look upset for him, your jaw dropping and eyes widening in disbelief which quickly turns to anger at your own aunt’s audacity.
“Oh, no. Rin, baby, I’m so sorry,” you say, and he can tell from the look in your eyes how much you mean it. “They had no right to say any of that, least of all in front of you.” You lift a hand to cup his cheek and shake your head, eyes soft and apologetic. “I can only imagine how shitty it was to hear.”
“Yeah,” he mutters, frowning at the memory, “no kidding.” But he leans into your touch anyway, brushing his lips against your palm so you know he doesn’t blame you. “That’s not really the part that bothered me, anyway.”
You raise an eyebrow, tilting your head curiously. “Then what did?”
Suna already knows the answer, but he wants to hear it from you, which is why he takes a deep breath and asks, “Why did you and Haru break up?”
“We were going to different colleges,” you reply, confirming what your aunt told him. “We agreed it was the best thing for the both of us.”
And though it’s exactly the answer he was expecting, that still doesn’t make hearing it hurt any less. He swallows the lump in his throat and looks away, voice quieting. “So if you never broke up with him back then, you’d probably still be with him right now.”
“And if I won the lottery when I was eighteen the way I hoped I would, then I’d probably be single and in Madrid right now,” you shoot back easily, without missing a beat. “What’s your point?”
Suna frowns, fixing you with a pointed look. “Your family likes him. I mean, they really, really like him. Way more than they like me.”
“Well, then,” you lean forward, lips curving up into a smile, “I guess it’s a good thing you’re dating me and not any of them, isn’t it?”
He shakes his head, the frown on his face deepening even further. “You don’t get it. The only reason the two of you didn’t work out is because of bad timing, not because you didn’t love him anymore.”
“But that’s the thing. I don’t love him anymore, Rin. I love you and only you,” you insist. “I’m not the person I was when Haru and I were together. I grew up. I went to college, I moved out on my own, and then we met, and I fell in love with you.”
“That’s exactly my point,” he argues. “None of that would’ve ever happened if you hadn’t broken up with him. If he’d reached out to you while you were still in college, then you and I wouldn’t even be together right now.”
“But he didn’t, and he won’t. And even if he did now, it wouldn’t matter, because the only person I’m in love with is you.”
Your voice is steady, firm, leaving little room for argument. He tries anyway, opening his mouth to speak again, but you silence him with a finger pressed to his lips. And though Suna still isn’t completely convinced you’re what he deserves, he listens, quieting down long enough to hear you out properly.
“Rin, baby, if we sit here and argue about all the what if’s, we’ll always find some kind of excuse for why we couldn’t have been together,” you reason. “But we are, so why does it matter? We’re here together now, and I chose you– because I wanted you. I still want you.”
He watches, heart full and racing, as you settle yourself into his lap and wrap your arms around his neck, knees on either side of his thighs. He doesn’t hesitate to welcome you, hands resting on your hips, the weight of you warm and familiar in his arms.
“Do you still want me?” you ask, as if you don’t already know, as if there was ever any doubt.
And that, he quickly realizes, is exactly the point you’re trying to make, because no matter what happened in the past, no matter who the two of you have been with before this, he’s the one you’re choosing now, just like you are for him.
“More than I know what to do with,” he answers, reaching a hand up to your face to brush his thumb across your cheek.
“Then it’s settled. Everything else is just background noise.” You kiss him, then, deep and wanting, and it’s all he can do to kiss you back, longing and eager. You smile when you pull away, a sweet, loving thing he feels like an idiot for ever even doubting in the first place. “Okay?”
And Suna smiles, relieved, resting his forehead against yours.
“Okay.”
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kosije · 5 months
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c/w ★ ׂ established relationship, light smut (oral fem!receiving), unedited, love this man sm
atsumu is a messy kisser.
hair damp with sweat, hands heavy and eager, lips swollen and hungry—messy. he'll kiss you anywhere, anytime. you're out shopping? let's go hide behind an aisle. at dinner with friends? let's "go to the bathroom." after one of his matches? no one will see you guys behind the bus, cmon! he calls you irresistible, and you call him insatiable. but it multiplies 10 fold when you guys are alone.
he'll start slow, taste your day on your lips with his hands on your lips. you melt into him so easily like you're one person, like you couldn't pull away if it was life or death.
"ya look so pretty, baby. did ya do all of this f'me?"
and when you nod and whine he'll speed up. lips leaving your own to decorate your chin and neck in pretty shades of love that he can look at later and make again when they fade. his hands slide under your clothes and massage you, feeling the heat from your body on his hand.
"gonna let me have ya? 'm dyin fer it, can't ya feel it?" he'll coo, and lead your hand to the hard bulge in him pants. he smiles when you say yes with that cute look in your eyes. it drives him crazy just to look at you, especially when you're as lightheaded with lust as he is.
quickly undressing, his lips find yours again. tongue running over your lips and tangling with your tongue until you're both moaning into each other's mouth. he pants as he pulls away, leaving a string of spit between you two to split, and kisses down your body until he's in between your thighs. you shake with anticipation, tangling your hand into his hair when his tongue dips between your folds, licking and sucking you feverishly. arching into the pressure, you moan praises of his name. he's so good at hitting all the spots you couldn't find with anyone else. and so when you come, just as messy, you ask for more, more, and more. and he'll give it to you. fucking you and filling you up as many times as he can, because it feels so good he refuses to stop until his body forces him to.
after he does, he'll kiss you again. smiling into it, because no matter how many times you may tease him for it, you are just as insatiable.
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noomon · 1 month
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. . . inarizaki second-year trio. student athletes or student athletes?
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note. brought them back <33
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people never believed you whenever you told them that you participated in numerous extracurricular activities and still maintained a good relationship with your academics. it’s as if they think that if you play sports, you’re the typical sporty person who doesn’t excel in their studies, which is why you chose to focus on what’s easier for you.
but you and your friends just loved proving otherwise.
“i’m— oh? woww,” you said in surprise, walking up to the benches where atsumu and rintarou sat.
atsumu had his back hunched over as he held his ipad, reading what you assumed to be something of importance. rintarou, on the other hand, sat on the polished wooden flooring as he utilized the flat surface of the bench as a table to stabilize what he was drawing.
“damn,” you decided to record a video for you to have something to look back on. “are you a student athlete or a student athlete?”
“student athlete here,” atsumu introduces himself to the camera and strikes a pose by holding his digital pencil and a check mark sign with his free hand to his chin. “miya atsumu at yer service.”
“student athlete, of course,” rintarou says, not tearing away his gaze from what he was doing.
a soft giggle came from you. 
“ok, ok! this is what your inarizaki volleyball players are doing when they aren’t on the court, guys. they handle their schedules well,” you tell the camera. “so, introduce yourself and tell the camera what you’re doing, along with something that you wanna tell those who are watching?”
the two didn’t seem to mind, and naturally, atsumu went first.
“once again, miya atsumu here. right now, ‘m studyin’ biology well, ‘cause if i don’t go pro, might as well become the best nurse in healthcare,” he winks at the camera. atsumu scrolls through the screen of his ipad, smiling. “ladies and gents, jus’ know that yer in good hands.”
he even had the confidence to flex his muscles, which shows through the practice jerseys.
you nod supportively, shifting the camera to rintarou.
“uhm, haha.”
he laughs awkwardly, unable to form the words at first. “suna rintarou from class 1, and i’m doing my architecture plates during practice. my motivation in life is i if i don’t become a professional volleyball player, i can always be a trophy husband. yes.”
your and atsumu’s laughter got a bit louder at that.
“really? you? the suna rintarou? a trophy husband?”
“yes, it’s an honor to be one since i don’t think i could pursue architecture with how taxing the outputs are.” then, rintarou shoos the camera away from his face.
“you’re a brave man for cramming that in here.”
“that i am.”
you had to give him that. “ok, hold this,” you handed atsumu your phone.
“of course, i’m l/n y/n, and we’re at volleyball practice right now. we aren’t subbed in yet, but i’m rereading the newspaper because we have a debate tomorrow morning,” you tell them. “if i don’t go pro, please don’t commit crimes because i’d probably be your lawyer.”
“hit ‘em with the ‘yer honor, if my client is lyin’, why are his pants not on fire?’”
“true, true.”
you smiled, nodding as you got back your phone. “that’s the plan,” you answered jokingly, panning the camera to osamu, who played on the court. “and osamu’s over there. he isn’t here, but he’s balancing the budget summary since he’s going to pursue culinary.”
next to rintarou was a stack of papers that were scribbled with awful penmanship by pencil; those were osamu’s papers. 
“look at him and his stupid face.”
osamu glanced at the camera, panting. he shot you the middle finger, which made you quickly cover the camera with laughter.
“osamu! i was going to show my father this!” you yelled.
“oh, shit! really? sorry!”
it’s safe to say that the future is secured for the four of you, given how well you balance your studies and after school activities.
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note. someone draw nursing student!atsumu and architecture student!rintarou, please . . the vision, the prompt, the character fits so well aww
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missmeinyourbones · 2 years
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haikyuu boys as icks
because my favorite thing is humbling men and fictional men are no exception | aot version & jjk version
atsumu:
does that thing where he "forgets to know your name" so he doesn't look obsessed with you, but in reality he just looks like a douchebag LOL he's comes up to you all nonchalant like "y/n, right?" as if he doesn't follow you on ig and like all of ur pics....and he thinks it makes him look so cool and popular and mysterious and then u look him dead in the eye and ur like "yeah, you're osamu, right?" he's humbled very quickly
osamu:
when he’s really tired or clingy, he talks in a baby voice :/ sometimes even refers to himself in the third person :/ just typing this rn is making me frown with disappointment. like yeah atsumu may be the more dramatic twin, but thats only bc he’s shameless in public. behind closed doors, osamu is right there w/ him. you find him pouting on the couch after a long day like “osamu wants cuddles >:(” or “can we make dinner together i’m hungwy >:(” big offender of the “sowwy” and “pwease” agenda. arrest him
suna:
is the embodiment of that one trend where you tell guys they look like they can’t swim and they get so unnecessarily defensive about it LOL. you say he “gives off a vibe that he can’t swim that well” and hes DISTRAUGHT...immediately whipping out all of his cards to prove you wrong like “obviously i can swim, wtf let’s go find a public pool rn and i’ll show you how good i can swim” also gets you back in such a ruthless way like “okay, but i can. and you look like you don’t know how to read.” feelings end up hurt on both ends :/
hinata:
whenever you guys go to the store, he holds up the line because he’s like “oh, i have a coupon for that!!! :)” but it's never convenient at all. it could be for the most minuscule or absurd products too, like toilet paper or ballpoint pens, and he’s digging through his wallet once you guys reach the register. like baby AREN’T YOU A PRO ATHLETE???? i think you can afford the extra $1.42 for granola bars. you bring up the idea of him having the coupon ready before he gets in line and he’s like “idk i don't wanna hold it for that long 🥱”
kageyama:
LEAVES HIS BEARD HAIR IN THE SINK AFTER SHAVING. oh my god, i am making myself angry rn. you rinse it out every single time and when you ask him if he knows what happens to all of his little trimmings, he’s just like “idk....i guess they just evaporate or slide down over time” when you literally clean up after him like a maid :I he makes me sick (inspired by that one tiktok of the oblivious husband and knowing wife)
bokuto:
doesnt understand politics so he just labels himself as “non-political” which comes across as him just being douchey :/ it makes him look so ignorant when he first tells you :/ like a man who thinks he’s too good to be socially and politically aware bc it doesn't affect him / when in reality, politics just really isn't his forte academically and he’s never learned the basics of it :/ because he is really smart ok i stand by this!!!! he’s a scholar and a college grad...he just only focuses on his areas of interest. take a gov course baby expand ur horizons
akaashi:
if you ask him those silly hypothetical relationship questions (the ones where you just want him to say something sweet, something that proves he loves you) he is not having it in the slightest. you ask him “would you still love me if i was a worm?” and he’s deadly serious like “no? one, that's not even possible. two, if i’m ever attracted to a worm then i need to be constrained and arrested. three, i think that’s really wrong for you to expect me to seamlessly deal with that big of a transition in our relationship--” and you have to be like OH MY GODDD OKAYYYYY IT WAS A TEST!!!  AND YOU FAILED!!!
kuroo:
millennial core LOLLLLLLL im sorry. he posts a pic of him after he gets his hair cut and captions it “just did a thing! :P” EWWWW my toes are curling rn. he takes his selfies from the highest mom facebook angle and does the signature middle aged white man smirk. if he ever films a video of himself it’s so cringy bc he does the millennial zoom in and talks as if he’s a movie protagonist. attends a single work meeting and claims he’s “adulting 😂” at the ripe age of 27
oikawa:
when he really likes you, he does that thing where he's like "you're just not like other girls/people!!!! you're so different!!!!!!" you do basic human things like don't constantly wear makeup or eat whatever you please and he's like "i love how you can be so real around me, you're so quirky <3" you shave your legs or do your hair and he’s like “baby you don’t have to do all of this for me!!!!” he’s never touched a woman in his life. self unaware king 
iwaizumi: 
swears that period cramps are not that bad and that people who get periods over-exaggerate to make men (or people who don’t get periods in general) feel guilty about not dealing with them. believes with his entire chest that “getting kicked in the balls” is equivalent to the pain of childbirth. one day you jokingly buy one of those period cramp simulator machines and hook him up to it. he's all “i’m gonna be fine babe” and “it probably just feels like a stomach ache”.... he doesnt get past the 3rd setting and is holding back tears when you finally turn it off 
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Fighting for them w/ Hinata, Atsumu, Osamu
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Hinata, Miya Twins x Reader (Seperate)// Warnings: Bodily harm and fighting // Word Count: 1000+
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Synopsis: In which they are flirted with, and you just can't take it anymore. (DO NOT DO THIS)
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Osamu:
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This girl had been coming into the shop daily for the past month to stare at Osamu. She always got the same order: an iced matcha tea with a strawberry ice cream mochi. It was just a cutesy order, too. You scoff just as the words leave her mouth.
It's not like it was a bestseller that most people ordered. You must admit you were a tad irrational; some may say it was petty. But she was gawking at YOUR man. It was unforgivable.
You couldn't help but scoff every time she came into the store and ordered in her stupid cute voice, batting her eyelashes, leaning over the counter ever so slightly to make sure he would get a peek at her cleavage. She did the same thing today but went too far this time. She gripped his biceps and gushed over how strong he must be. Those were YOUR BICEPS that only you had the right to feel up and gush over. How dare she!
You had enough. You stomped up to the counter and shoved her out of the way, knocking her to the ground. She looked up at you with wide eyes, almost on the verge of tears. "Back off, my boyfriend," was the only thing you needed to say before she hurried away. "And don't forget your drink!" you yell after her as you grab the order from the counter and cuck it out the door, barely missing her.
"Ya been talkin to Tsumu too much." You look back to Osamu to see him laughing. "Crazy does look hot on you, baby, but you probably shouldn't do that again. I need these people to come back. Yer gonna kill ma livelihood." He came around the counter and planted a kiss on your forehead.
"I'm not crazy! And how come you never said anything to her? " you playfully punch his chest.
"Cuz, I barely notice em. Yer only one for me." you snuggle closer into his chest. "Okay?" "Okay."
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Atsumu:
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"C'mon, babe, talk ta me. I tried to tell 'er off, I swear!" It was after a game, and Atsumu was driving the two of you home, albeit unwillingly on your part. He had to beg you to get in the car, and you were set on taking a taxi. Leading to at least 30 minutes of quiet arguing in the parking garage. You felt a bit guilty making such a fuss, knowing how tired he must be from his game. But it was all the more reason to let you take a taxi like you wanted!
This was probably already bubbling before tonight. About two weeks ago, the Jackles had hired a couple of assistant managers. There was one in particular that gave you pause. You knew her; everyone on the team knew her. Not personally, of course. She was notorious for her affair with a captain of another team down in Okinawa. The scandal was in every magazine across Japan for weeks. It was a shitshow. The captain had to leave the team, and his wife left him, not that he didn't deserve that. And she was forced to step away as well. But it seemed that it didn't damage her professional reputation too much as the Jackles so quickly hired her.
After the game, you saw her throw herself onto Atsumu and gush about how amazing he was. She had his hands all over him.
If you had taken two seconds to process things, you would have seen that he was uncomfortable.
It was outside the locker room, so there was no press, but you were there, and before you knew it, you grabbed onto her hair, pulling her away. She didn't miss a beat, grabbing onto your hair as well. You two wrestled to the ground, scratching each other up before Atsumu finally got you off her. She yelled something about you being "A crazy bitch" before walking off.
Now you were sitting in the car, scratched up with a sore scalp, giving your boyfriend the silent treatment. "Baby, I swear, I was gonna tell 'er off, but ya didn't give me a chance." You stayed quiet, still not looking at him. "Fine, how 'bout I get yer favorite food and give ya all the cuddles ya want." You look at him, arms still crossed on your chest, and grumble, "And we watch a movie.". He smiled a bit and chuckled. "Okay, anythin' ya want. You kinda scare me now, babe."
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Hinata:
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Shoyo was too pure for his own good. He doesn't even realize the bartender is flirting with him. She was playing right into it, too! She opened by asking about his nice tan, which was all your dear boyfriend needed to start going on and on about Brazil and beach volleyball. In his excitement, he couldn't see how her eyes roamed his dress shirt, which couldn't quite contain his newly built Brazilian body.
But you noticed.
Honestly, after a few drinks, you didn't care if he noticed; you just wanted it to stop. You stomp over from the dance floor to the bar. Pull the bartender in by her ear and pour the drink she had served Hinata down her shirt. This quickly earns you a punch, and before you know it, the two of you grabbed a fistful of each other hair and began screaming obscenities at each other. It took Hinata a minute to process what was happening, and as soon as he did, it took all his strength to pull you two away from each other. After that, you two quickly ran off before the girl returned with the security. You make it outside and lean in an alley while trying to catch your breath when Hinata pipes up, still out of breath.
"Wow, Y/N, when did you get so strong? You have to teach me how to fight like that." He looked at you in awe; honestly, you couldn't help but laugh. You had to admit that you were a tad embarrassed by your outburst. How could you ever let your jealousy get the better of you? He was perfect and absolutely adored you, even in this situation,
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A/n: Hi, yes, hello. I just wanted to pop in to say…THIS IS FICTION. Please don't do this in real life!
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