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#i also asked what he thinks of tsumu
seiwas · 6 months
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which of your faves has a good singing voice 🎤
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tahdashi · 2 years
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☆ミ 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄
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ATSUMU MIYA & @akirine
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YOUR SONGS:
— superficial love by calica
— summer by the volunteers
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zmbiesuga · 6 months
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TWENTY TWENTY VISION — m. atsumu x gn!reader
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sypnosis: atsumu needs glasses, but why on earth would he make his & your life easier by wearing them?
warnings: i'm gonna beat the shit out of atsumu oh my GOD he irks me so bad, post-timeskip atsumu, eensy bit of angst if you squint super super hard, osamu mention, i can't write the miya accent™ for the life of me but i tried so sorry, petnames such as baby used, he calls the reader pretty
notes: inspired by the fact that i just recently got my new glass and haven't had a pair since i was 14 so seeing the world focused fucks with me a lil bit, ALSO, atsumu with glasses has been flooding my brain, osamu is farsighted cause i said so
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"I'm not wearin' 'em."
"Atsumu, please, you need to wear them, you have astigmatism in both of your eyes! And you're nearsighted!"
Atsumu lets out a soft huff as he crosses his arms, as if he isn't the reason you've been having this argument essentially since you brought up him even getting his eyes checked.
It all started when Osamu had gotten new glasses, that's what Atsumu thinks anyways, that this is all stupid Samu's fault.
Osamu came over one afternoon for a harmless visit, with new glasses on. You had asked Osamu about them, and commented that you never knew he needed glasses to which he responded:
"Oh yeah, me and Tsumu both do, he just hasn't worn his since junior high."
You swear you've never seen Atsumu react so quickly, his head snapping to Osamu and immediately telling him to shut up through gritted teeth. The subject gets dropped instantly, but now you're giving Atsumu side-glances throughout the night until Osamu leaves.
After you two are settled into bed and Atsumu is almost asleep, until your voice rings out in the dark.
"Is that why you squint so much?" you ask in a voice barely above a whisper.
"...What are ya on about?" Atsumu asks, turning to face you with a soft expression.
"Is that why you squint so much?" you ask again, "Because you don't wear glasses like you're supposed to, so the world's all unfocused for you all the time, is that why?"
Atsumu's silence and stunned expression is all the answer you need.
"That's what I thought," you mumble before turning away from him, "your eye appointment is Saturday at four."
And that puts Atsumu where he is now, sitting at the island connected to the kitchen in your small apartment, staring down the thick black lenses as if he was trying to explode them with his mind.
"I said, I ain't wearin' 'em," he huffs again vehemently, looking at you with an unwilling expression, "and that's final. I don't need no stupid glasses, I can see just fine."
"Oh yeah?" you challenge, palms resting against the island as you stand on the opposite side of it, "If you don't need your glasses, read the paper on our fridge. Without squinting."
Atsumu's face goes a little pale, his eyes widening slightly. He looks over your shoulder at the paper held onto the fridge with a stupid magnet in the shape of a volleyball.
"It, uh..." he trails off, trying to not squint as much as possible, "...it...it doesn't matter what it says! I'm still not wearin' those glasses! I don't need 'em!"
"Atsumu that paper is no more than four feet away from you, and you can't even tell me what the bolded title says," you responded in an almost pleading tone, "baby, you need your glasses, so I am begging you, please put them on."
Atsumu's face softens slightly at your pleading voice, before it turns unwilling again as he looks down at his arms and mumbles something you can't quite make out.
"What was that?" you ask.
"...They make me look dumb," he repeats a little louder, looking back up at you, "they make me look like an idiot, and since my eyes aren't used to being focused, I feel like a baby deer learnin' how to walk."
"Tsumu," you reply gently, your own expression softening, "if you didn't like the way glasses look, why didn't you ask for contacts?"
"Because they scare me," he rebuttals, "which I know is stupid because they're an easy solution to my problem, but they rip and get stuck and...I don't know, that just scares me."
You stare at him blankly before taking a deep breath, "Atsumu," you start, "I'm not...trying to make you look stupid, okay? I just know that you need them, and you know that too. It might be awkward at first, but won't it be worth it to see the world a little more clearer? So you won't have to squint to read traffic signs or drive through menus? And, glasses aren't a permanent solution, we can work our way up to contacts, but you need to wear these for now."
Atsumu looks down at the glasses again, letting out another unsure sigh as he picks the thick rims up, and places them on his face.
It's weird at first, everything is clearer. The titanium fridge, that stupid volleyball magnet and the paper it holds, and more importantly...
You.
The way your entire face shifts into focus leaves Atsumu speechless. He knows how pretty you are, he doesn't need glasses to see it, but god do they make it better.
You give Atsumu a weird look, "What?" you ask puzzled, "Can you see better?"
"Yeah," he responds with a small smile, "I can see real good, pretty."
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luvring · 1 year
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THEIR REACTION TO YOU DRESSING UP
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gn!reader | suggestive, mild swearing.
matsukawa, atsumu, hinata, kuroo, suna, osamu, sakusa, iwaizumi, tsukishima
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MATSUKAWA’s sprawled on the couch as he waits for you to show him the new outfit you bought. you had excitedly texted him before coming home, hiding the contents of your bag as you ran to change. it’s been a few minutes when he teasingly calls out, “you okay in there, babe? need help?” “no, actually i don’t, issei,” you reply, walking in. issei does a double take, mouth dropping a little. “goddamn.” the speed he gets up is almost comical. you do a slow turn, smoothing out the fabric that seems to hug you in the most perfect way. “i don’t know when i’m gonna wear this, but it’s really nice, right?” “really fuckin' nice,” he agrees, grinning. “respectfully and in love with you, i humbly ask, do you want to kiss and or make out with me right now?”
ATSUMU freezes when you walk into the bedroom. you do a quick spin and smile. “what do you think?” his eyes are wide, gaze fixated on you. “am i dead? are you an angel here to take me away?” he finally asks. you snort and make your way over, reaching to fix the collar of his shirt. “i’m gonna take that as a ‘you look good, babe,’ then.” “just good? baby, i think i’m sweating. maybe cryin’ a little,” he continues, half-joking. “‘tsumu—” atsumu shakes his head. “uh-uh, don’t say my name, i might explode.” you laugh at your boyfriend, face warm from his praise; his own flustered state keeps him from noticing yours. he shakes his head again, as if to get out of a haze. “you know what, let’s go. yeah, let’s go now before i keep you all t’myself. we’re gonna knock ‘em dead.”
HINATA spits out his drink and chokes a little. “oh my–oh my, god, sorry, i—” “shoyo?” you speed over, concerned but also trying not to laugh. “are you okay?” “huh? yeah? i’m so fine,” he says unconvincingly. his face is flushed when he looks at you, whether from the choking, embarrassment, or your outfit, you’re not too sure. then, as if he wasn’t choking a few seconds earlier, he starts showering you in compliments. “anyways, you look great, babe. like, like it really screams 'you,' you know? i bet everyone’s gonna be jealous of me.” “oh really? of you?” shoyo tilts his head, as if you asked a silly question. “well, yeah? 'cause you look this good and i get to date you.”
KUROO almost drops his keys walking through the front door. “tetsu, you’re back early.” “god, please don’t tell me i forgot about a super important event tonight.” he sounds both panicked and in awe, mind in shambles at the sight of you. you open your mouth to speak, but tetsuro's faster. “wait, don’t tell me,”—he paces toward you—“before i die, i want you to know you look incredible, and i’ll gladly be your poorly-dressed accessory for the night.” there’s a joking strain to his voice, and he sniffs before pressing his cheek to your head. “tetsu.” you laugh and pat his back. “there’s nothing happening, i just bought a new outfit and wanted to try it on.” he lets out a relieved noise between a sigh and groan then moves to look at you, now able to fully appreciate the sight. “thank god. i’m going to count that as the second win of the night then, 'cause seriously, you look so good right now.”
SUNA snakes his arm around your waist and kisses your temple. “hi, babe.” “rin! when did you get here?” “a couple of minutes ago. beelined for you after ‘tsumu shoved a drink in my hand.” you laugh and he smiles before finally registering what you’re wearing. he takes a sip from his drink at the same time his eyes scan over the new look. “this what you bought on saturday?” “hm? yeah, it’s really nice, right?” rin looks between you and his drink. “if i didn’t have manners, i would’ve thrown this glass and kissed you.” amused, you jokingly hit his stomach. “why can’t you compliment me like a normal person?” rin takes no offense, instead maneuvering so he can hold his drink while wrapping his other arm around you. he squeezes you, grinning when you yelp. “‘one, cause you look hot, and two, where’s the fun in that?”
OSAMU lets out a low whistle as you walk into the living room, eyes scanning you up and down. he gets up from the couch, and places his hands on your hips. “y’sure you have to go out tonight?” “'samu.” he laughs at your pointed look and puts his hands up in surrender. “i’m kidding, hon. you look stunning, though.” rolling your eyes, you thank him. “c’mon, i’m gonna be late if we don’t go now.” you walk to the door, but osamu thinks back to the weather forecast for the evening. “you aren’t bringin’ a jacket?” “hm? nah, we’re gonna be inside.” putting on your shoes, you respond without looking, and are surprised by the weight that suddenly covers your shoulders. you know osamu's favourite jacket from anywhere, and you let him shift it to cover you. he leans over to kiss your temple and mumbles in your ear, “now you’ll be warm and everyone will remember we’re dating.”
SAKUSA’s fingers slip from his cuff button again, earning a huff and frown from him. “‘omi, are you ready?” “yeah, can you just help me w—” he turns to the sound of your voice and pauses. the new outfit you told him about makes his heart skip a beat, and he almost forgets about his own suit predicament. “with what? oh, the button?” you make your way over to help, kiyoomi staring the entire time. “there ya go.” “you look incredible,” is the first thing he says instead of thank you. it catches you off-guard, “huh? oh. i—thank you. you look very handsome.” there’s a beat of silence as kiyomi weighs the pros and cons of going out or staying home. you have to stop yourself from laughing when he asks with a straight face, “completely related, am i allowed to be mean if anyone tries to flirt with you?”
IWAIZUMI looks up when he hears the changing room door open. you’re fixing the waist of your outfit, and don’t notice the way his eyes widen. he whispers under his breath, “holy fuck.” “haji, do you think it’s too much for the dinner? i know it’s ‘just your old teammates’ but, like, i want to look good,” you explain. his gaze softens and he clears his throat before standing. “no, it’s perfect. you look…you look perfect.” you smile at him and it’s all he can do to stop himself from covering his face and groaning. “oikawa’s going to say something about you looking better than me, and i won’t even be able to disagree.” the sound of your laughter fills the air and hajime huffs a laugh at himself. “well, we better get something just as good for you then.”
TSUKISHIMA’s not great with compliments, and he always wants to kick himself in the ass for it when it comes to you. you look at him standing behind you in the mirror. “i think this is the one. what do you think, kei?” biting his lip, he looks to the side and clears his throat. “it looks good.” he doesn’t have to look to feel you staring at him. “you sure? you don’t think it’s missing something?” kei takes a second to try thinking of a response, then he glances at your wary expression and lets out a breath. “no, i promise. you look great, and this is the best thing you could have chosen.” you smile at yourself, and his gaze softens a fraction before he’s back to being tsukishima—“you ready? because we’re going to be late if we keep standing here, and the group chat’s about to blow up our phones.”
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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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lowkeyremi · 6 months
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Back off my man osamu x fem!reader
notes: I was only gonna write for tsumu but like it's osamu's bday too and i love him. Basically some girl doesn't seem to get the hint so u have to assert ur dominance. the tsumu ver is here
Content: slight language, fluff, little bit suggestive (just a past sexual relationship samu had, established relationship
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"Are you free tonight, Samu?" She asks him with a smile on her face.
He's told her millions of times about his girlfriend, which is you. This girl is persistent though, and has told him many times she'll treat him better than you ever could.
Which pisses you off because you've been his girl forever and you don't understand why this girl thinks she can just come in and take your spot.
"I've already told ya, I won't be free for ya, ever. What part of that do you not understand?" He asks, setting down a plate of your favorite onigiri for you. The workload has been crazy this past week and Osamu will always do anything to make you feel a little bit better. You do the same for him on days when the shop gets crazy.
"I just don't understand Samu! You used to have time for me during culinary school when we-" He cuts her off sharply.
"That was over six years ago, I don't understand why ya hang on so tightly to something that was never meant to be! We fucked a coupla times back then and that was it. I found the one for me, so please drop it." His jaw is clenched and you can tell he's very irritated by this woman.
His fist is also balled up on the counter. You try to soothe him by grabbing his hand and rubbing circles into it. He breathes softly trying to calm down.
You can't just sit here and watch this woman do this anymore. You've tried to be nice to her, but she makes it so hard.
"But-"
"Listen, if Osamu wanted you he would have chosen you. Osamu is a smart man and he knows what he wants." You're good at keeping your voice level when you feel anything but calm.
She glares at you, and Osamu doesn't even say anything. He's trying to calm down some.
The woman gets up from the high top stool and stomps out of the shop.
"M'sorry ya had to see that, she just wasn't getting the hint." He says removing his cap and running a hand through his rich dark brown hair.
"It's okay, you look hot when you're mad." Even though it was a crappy joke it still gets a little chuckle from your boyfriend.
"Gonna go tidy up, are you heading to the house or stayin' here?" His look definitely says he wants you to stay, who are you to deny?
"Well duh! Who's gonna be DJ?" Nothing could bring you more satisfaction than the way his smile drops at the mention of you playing your music.
"On second thought, maybe ya should go home. Had a long day right?" Osamu is stuck with you, he should know this already.
You pretend to think about it for a second. "Hmm I think I'll stay."
"Okay, but don't play any of yer shitty music or I'll kick ya out." The crazy thing is that he's one hundred percent serious. You and Osamu are complete opposites except for the fact that you two both love food.
Your music taste has never really been his favorite. The same is true for his music. You always cover your ears and pretend gag.
"Hey 'samu?" You ask voice suddenly dropping to a whisper.
"Yeah, sweetheart?" He returns.
"Do that more, okay? If anyone hits on you-"
"That was a one time thing cuz she kept asking over 'n over. Most people stop after the first time." Osamu disappears into the kitchen and you open your favorite music app to play your favorite artist.
"Womp womp, no more hot Osamu."
"The hell are ya talkin' about? 'M hot all the time." There's defensiveness in his voice like he was actually taking you seriously.
"I know, it was just a joke." You counter with a smirk.
"Ain't a funny one I can tell ya that." His large bulging arms cross and you can see his muscles flex.
"Go clean up! Stop looking like a thirst-trap all the damn time!" You whine in frustration. Osamu's deep laughter follows not too long after.
"Whatever ya say, sweetie."
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tw. noncon/dubcon, implied yandere, forced emotional cheating, virginity, service dom, coercion/manipulation, corruption kink, size kink, creampie, service dom! tsumu, degradation and praise wordcount. 5.5k
a/n. commissioned by a lovely person who wanted to stay anonymous, thank you so much for commissioning me and trusting me with your story, and i really really hope it delivers and you enjoy!!! this is kinda softer than my usual stuff but also still read the tws pretty please ♡♡♡ ya and ty and enJOYyy some tsumu
miya atsumu x fem!reader
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“Come up, will ya?” he smiles, grabbing your hand and swinging the interlaced pair back and forth. You can’t help but have to bite back a tiny smile at the way his rougher hand links into yours, and butterflies still erupt any time his hazel eyes find you.
“Shin, I-” you sigh back, before quietly chuckling as he heaves you up onto the bleachers and tugs you along to slide in right next to the familiar face. Aran rolls his eyes, but you can tell that there’s too much fondness in his look to seriously mind the lovey-dovey shit— and really, you can’t help it.
Any girl your age would be expected to go all heart eyes when their boyfriend looks at them that way. “Happy now?” you ask as you’re pushed between Aran and the escape to the outside fresh air, void of all the sweaty teen musk and squeaking sneakers, and Shinsuke smiles ever so slightly at the sight.
“Yes, I am. Keep our long-suffering ace company for a bit while he patches up his ankle, won’t ya?” He’s already escaping down from the stands with the knowledge that you will, because if nothing else, you love watching the guys play. You’ve loved watching Shinsuke play ever since middle school, and Aran’s expression gives you the idea that he knows this too. Because he simply shrugs, and re-wraps the ice pack a little better around that wounded ankle.
“Aye aye, Captain,” you shoot back as he makes his way back to the court, and this time, he gives you that wonderfully cheeky smile that made you fall head-over-heels in the first place. “And you, you’re a third year. You’re supposed to be one of the responsible ones.” You give the tall ace to your side a side-eye as he laughs full and loud, and nods.
“Sorry, Mrs. Kita. It won’t happen again.” Practice continues for another half an hour in peace, as you joke around with your boyfriend’s best friend for a while, tossing the occasional stray ball back onto the court, but mainly, just watching the guys play. You didn’t use to have such a love for the sport. When you were a ball-girl back in middle school, you only did it because it was an easy extra grade on your report card, and kept you sort of busy during hours you wouldn’t have anything else to do.
But now, sometimes it seems as much your life blood as it is theirs. You probably wouldn’t have developed such a crush on the quiet, well-spoken boy with the fluffy tufts of hair that flopped about if you hadn’t kept with it, wouldn’t have dated him, wouldn’t have laid in the dark talking about what your life together might look like. Watched Shin grow into the person he is today.
You smile and wave as Shinsuke looks up at you yet again and throws back a wink, and a few of the guys follow his gaze. Familiar lazy gazes of differing shades of brown. But they stay quiet, for now, and the team captain claps his hands to call for a break. And the lankiest of your middle blockers groans and reaches for a bench too quickly, as everyone disperses. Aran makes his way down the stands for the toilet, Ginjima follows suit, and your boyfriend goes through the trouble to start collecting the balls with the same single-minded focus he always has while practicing. But before you can so much as manage to make it down the stairs to help him out, a familiar figure comes up beside you.
“Captain’s got it, I think,” Atsumu smiles as he comes to walk beside you, not the slightest bit winded despite having jogged up to you after an hour of intensive training— and blinks down at you with the self-assured grin you’ve come to expect of the star setter. “Yer still comin’ to our practices, huh?”
“Yes, Miya. Believe it or not, I actually like watching you guys play, ‘m not just here to waste time and gawk.”
“Whoa, doll,” the blond isn’t fazed, and simply throws up his hands in mock-defense, “I wouldn’t dare question the validity of yer visits. I mean, ya brighten up the place, really.” The comfortable way he swings an arm over your shoulder and leans in a little isn’t too far out of how he usually acts, and you do know that Atsumu’s pretty damn touchy with everyone. But his smile, and the way his eyes flick down your face with an almost grating intensity— will never stop feeling flirty- and therefore- inappropriate. Though you try to find something fitting to say, he’s already running his mouth again before you get the chance to.
“Would be even better if ya’d put on a shirt with my name on it and took some cheer classes,” he gloats, and the way he walks leaned into you keeps his face much too close to yours as you go to frown at him, “bet ya’d really suit the Inarizaki colors when you glare like that.” It sets you off, and he knows it does, because he’s dodging the way you go to swing at his arm with a chuckle before you get to, and catches your fist in his hand to squeeze it a little. “Hah, always so mean to me. Getting predictable, pretty girl.”
Your bottom lip is sucked to slot between your teeth, and you roll your eyes, shrugging off the other hand that he tried to ruffle through your hair. “You’re exhausting.”
“Sure is,” Shinsuke suddenly mumbles, tossing a ball at the setter that he manages to catch, before raising a brow. “That’s my girlfriend, Atsumu. If you would, please.”
“Ya got it, Cap’n. Of course,” he chants back with a sing-song-y voice, but his thumb still rubs another few circles into the soft skin of your hand before he goes to annoy Osamu and Suna instead. It sends a cold shiver down your spine, but he’s pulling away before you have the chance to really acknowledge the touch. And if Kita has any concerns about what he just saw, you sure as hell can’t tell, when he pulls you close and places a loving kiss between your brows. But you still have to force yourself to ignore the way Atsumu gives you a once over and -if you didn’t know the guy better than that- undresses you with his eyes.
+
Graduation should feel a little bittersweet, you guess. The party isn’t too wild, considering, but it’s still loud and a little over the top— so you confine yourself to the area further away from the pounding music and sip reasonably mild drinks while the rest of the team and their plus-ones take their best attempt at rattling Suna’s house off its’ foundations. It’s warm for a spring night, and sweat sticks to the back of your neck and chest from the earlier forced dancing you were pulled into. But now the pool table has been abandoned for the garden, and you take the few quiet moments to breathe.
Most of the guys will be moving on to professional level, a few of them to university, and another few have jobs lined up. Just last year, Shinsuke moved back out to the countryside, and Aran to Tokyo; and while you’ve all tried to keep up communications, distance really does play a big part in it. And now it’s all your turns… It’ll be safe to say you won’t see some of them again much in just a few quick months. The thought already fills you with a strange sort of nostalgia. You don’t get too much rest though, because a flash of blonde followed by an equally handsome, dark-haired copy filter back into the house. Atsumu brightens a little when he spots you, lazy eyes sharper and more calculating in the low light of the house. Of course he does, he seems to have a strange fascination with annoying you to bits.
“Well, pretty girl, ‘ve ya been abandoned by yer human defense robot?” His handsome face paints on a grin, with slightly rosy cheeks and ears, that almost makes him look a few years younger. Almost makes him look innocent. You know better though, and swallow down the want to give back some snarky comment that would surely have you in a battle of wits until someone puts a stop to it. And his twin… isn’t that person. You wonder how much he’s had to drink. Not that you’re doing much better, anyway. You can feel the buzz in your blood and the heat on your face.
Osamu’s hair is messy and fluffier than usual, probably courtesy of the girlfriend he brought and— with a quick glance around the room— has been left on her lonesome somewhere in the partying group outside. You pity her just a little bit, but it doesn’t exactly surprise you that the Miya twins aren’t the most consistent with their affections. The guys started having groupies all the way back in freshman year, and the years have only built upon that fame. The darker haired of the two puts a fist into Atsumu’s shoulder, before crossing his arms. “That’s our last Captain yer talkin’ about, stupid Tsumu. Show some respect.”
“Aw, Samu. I’m sorry, alright.”
You smile softly, and nod your head towards the door. “Not abandoned. He stepped out for a minute for a smoke,” you cut them off, knowing full well they could continue their bickering for hours if left to it. It’s not like you don’t like the twins. They’re obnoxious, and boisterous and hyper at the best of times, but they’re insanely talented too. You would like them, if not for— Atsumu feeling too comfortable hanging his arm over your shoulder to pull you in for a hug, heavy cologne mixed with a scent that is distinctly more him enveloping you as you freeze up. “Miya-”
“‘S gonna be weird without everyone ‘round, huh? I’ll miss ‘em,” he lowers his voice as he keeps your face into his chest, and simply out of a desire not to feel too awkward, you allow your arms to wrap loosely around his back. You give a little motion to be let out of the hug to nod, and smooth your hands down your pants.
“Yeah, me too.”
There’s a sort of glint in Atsumu’s eyes that seems like tenderness as he pats your shoulder, then smiles. “Well, a’least you’ll know me.” Your expression must give away your confusion, because he continues. “Yer goin’ to Tokyo uni, I’m goin’ to Tokyo to check out some of the teams there. It’ll be good. Don’t tell me yer just gonna ignore me when we’re gonna live so close together.”
You don’t think it over- Shinsuke must’ve told him. As the buzz washes over you and the music picks up outside, Atsumu’s large hands find your shoulders and he turns you around towards Osamu, who has already poured three large shots. “Oh, I don’t-”
“Come on~ for prosperity,” Osamu chants, his hand finding yours to unfurl it and place one of the large shot glasses in your hand. And Atsumu nods behind you, basically glittering from excitement. You’re normally a bit more -standoffish, by necessity- but the atmosphere of the night is light. And Tsumu’s hand on your lower back as he pushes you towards one of the chairs and sits you down is nice; even if you only realize a second or two after that he’s sat below you.
“Ya owe me a couple cheers at least,” Atsumu basically coos into your neck as he taps his own glass to yours. “‘Sides, I think Shin went ta go drop off some of the other guys, no need ta wait up for ‘em. Right Samu?”
“That’s what I heard, Tsumu.”
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You don’t expect university to be the thing that breaks you, but the distance, the lack of communication, of support— all drag on you. You and Shin both promised to make it work, but he’s busy a lot. The farm keeps him occupied. At least- that’s what you have to assume when most of your messages get read and not answered. It isn’t like Shin, but then again, you suppose it’s a growing period. It’s natural.
More surprising than that is that through it all, Atsumu is there a lot more than you expected. The giant, prestigious sport center where he trains isn’t too far from your campus, but he still goes out of his way to swing by whenever he can to keep you company, which isn’t so self explanatory as you had hoped it would be. It’s not that you don’t make friends, or can’t make friends, it’s just that- after a few weeks- they just seem to vanish off of the face of the earth. Like they were never even there to begin with. You even catch some people purposefully avoiding you on campus as the year goes on.
But the workloads are heavy, and hard, so you sadly don’t have enough time in a day to worry about it as much as you would like to. You still have Atsumu, at least, and as much as you wouldn’t have wanted to admit it shy of a few months ago, his persistence about wanting to be by your side does slowly have you bending just a little.
“I swear it, cross ma little heart,” the blonde dramatically says while walking the grounds with you- on his free day- “am I not the best goddamn setter in the prefecture? What choice is there?” He runs a hand through his hair, then looks over at you to pout. “Make me feel better, c’mon.” Before you can really analyze the moment or how he looks at you with those warm brown eyes and too much fondness, his hand wraps around yours, slipping his fingers between yours with a strange determination.
You stop walking, and your school bag hits your thigh hard because of the abrupt stop. “Atsumu.” You’ve had this conversation with him about a million times. You are with Shinsuke. You have been with Shinsuke since middle school, and though dealing with the distance is hard right now, you promised to try. And he says he understands, and you’re making a big deal out of nothing— but it sure doesn’t seem like he does. “I am d-dating Sh-”
“Ya keep sayin’ yer dating, but where is yer boyfriend? Didn’t ya say he hasn’t been responding to yer messages?” Though he tries to keep his voice down, he doesn’t let go of your hand, and stares like he’ll burn holes through the shape of you. “Ain’t that proof enough?”
“I know Shinsuke, and you know Shinsuke. If he wanted to break up, he would say it.” You puff your chest out a little, and swallow, trying to untangle your hands from his grip. “He’s busy, and this is a transition period for us both, and I just- I want to make it work.” Atsumu seems to cling on for a second longer with a slight kink in his brow, but then he lets go and sighs, rubbing his hands back and forth through his lighter blonde hair with a groan.
“Fine— fine! If ya gotta hear ‘im say it…”
+
The irony tastes bitter. It stings with every swallow, really.
‘I think it’s not working out. I’m sorry. We should break up.’
You’re staring at the message for the nth time this evening, burying yourself in your cocoon of blankets and an almost empty back of chips yet again. You must’ve breathed it into existence, right? There’s no way around the timing of the message, and the sick way it churns in your stomach. You’re halfway towards another crying fit when Atsumu plops himself down onto your bed and grimaces. “Put that down,” he mumbles, snatching the phone out of your hand despite your glare, “you’ve been cryin’ all fucking evening. You really wanna do more of that?”
“I didn’t ask you to come over,” your voice is a murmur, pinched and sad and tiny, because who wouldn’t be heartbroken at a moment like this. “You just invited yourself in, which- hck- is the worst timing you’ve ever had.”
“But yer glad I’m here. I know ya are.” Whatever. Maybe you’re a little glad for the company, but Atsumu’s flavor of bluntness is really doing a number on you. Instead you reach for a tissue and blow your nose again, and try not to cry yourself to death. “He didn’t treat ya right anyway, don’t lie t’ yerself. Hey- look- look at me, c’mon,” his hands are on your face as he tugs it towards him and stares too deep into your eyes, brushing his thumbs along your cheekbones. “No more cryin’ about yer shitty high school crush. Not while I’m here, and I’m yer amazing, incredible support system that yer so very grateful for-” He breaks off in laughter when you have to bite a chuckle back despite your heartache, and try to pull your face out of his touch.
But he lingers, and leans in a little. “What? Am I wrong?”
“You’re not wrong, and I- I’m glad you’re here-” It isn’t a lie, but he’s still leaning in, and his face is growing awfully close and it’s- it’s too soon— and you shrink into your cocoon and look away in an attempt to save the situation. Shin broke up with you hours ago. “Atsumu-” you start, only to be cut off as he tugs the blankets down somewhat harshly, and clicks his tongue.
“Stop runnin’. Yer always doing this crap, I’m…” He sighs, and tries to coach you back out with thinly veiled patience. “Am I really so bad to ya? Hm?”
“Of course you’re not.”
He sits back, before patting his lap, and looks at you. In the last light of the sun that falls through your window he’s cast in the prettiest oranges and pinks, and looks almost ethereal to the world. You’re not blind. That was never in question. “Come here.” Despite being conflicted, there’s a glint in his eye that worries you. That if you were to disagree, he’d leave. And you’re not sure you could handle that right about now. As he leads you out of the blankets you notice how cold your room is in just a shirt and some ugly shorts, and Atsumu mumbles something under his breath. “Ya weren’t this shy at graduation, y’know.”
Your frown digs into your face, but his hands settle on your hips as he pulls you in and pushes you down into his lap with a soft hum. “What do you mean- graduation?”
“Just settle down, will ya? Jeez.” Warm hands that slide to the small of your back to force you ever so close to him, your heart basically stuttering out of your ribcage. “Always so damn skittish ‘round me.” You always wondered a little, truthfully. If the way Atsumu’s touches would linger on you was something to worry about, keep an eye on. If you should have been more careful about setting boundaries- and how he looks at you now, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he gives you an up and down… it says enough. Too much, even.
And though you admit that your heart is pattering like a hummingbird, there’s a much larger issue here. You love Shinsuke, you want- Shinsuke, p-promised you’d make it work for him— and it's barely been a few hours. You can’t, so you try to find the words to say; but the blond leans down to start pressing kisses down the side of your neck with a soft chuckle. His arms wrap tightly around your back, even though you place a hand on his chest and shake your head. “Tsumu, no. We can’t, I- can’t, let go.”
The noise he makes into the kisses trembles through your skin and seems to reach bone, before he squeezes a little harder to keep you slotted against him. “Yer so pretty, baby. Always were so fuckin’ pretty,” he goes from keeping you in his lap to slowly pushing you back in bed, sending your breathing into shallow spikes.
“Tsumu, cut it out!”
“I know yer nervous,” his pretty brown eyes are blown out when he pushes you down by your shoulders and you’re buried in your blankets, before he descends on your throat and chest again, kissing and leaving biting nicks, “didn’t do nothin’ like this before right? Know ya were waitin’- but I got ya now. Relax, I’ll make ya feel good. Promise.” The idea that Tsumu knows something so personal about you doesn’t even cross your mind— though it should, more than the way his weight and size locks you in place under his strong, athletic body.
“No, no, I- Shin just broke up with me- and I-”
His expression darkens, eyes narrowing a little as he comes to hover over you, one hand brushing your cheek as the other wraps tight around your wrist. “Don’t say another man’s name when I got ya under me.” He takes a long breath, before descending on you, mouth to mouth, and then pushing his tongue into your mouth too hard for you to keep him out. You try to call his name, but he kisses you without regard, uncaring as he grips your face and makes a noise of agreement when you relax your jaw out of sheer necessity. “Ya’ve got no idea how long I’ve wanted ya, doll. Really, hah.”
His hand slides down your chest to start picking the shirt up your body, and though your rapidly rising and falling chest is exposed, his eyes stay sharp on you, and you can’t help but choke on your cries. He doesn’t look right. His eyes are wide and so sharp, mouth slightly curled as he forces your both wrists next to your head. “Thought I was gonna have ta kill ‘im for you ta finally give in, but-” He kisses you again, before the hand gripping your face snakes down between your bodies to grab your tits through your shirt as he repositions his thighs to lock your lower half in place under him. “Yer gonna be a good little thing for me, ain’t ya?”
“Tsumu,” you squeak, fisting your hands into his shirt by his shoulders, but it only makes him groan in response. “Let me go, I want-”
“You don’t know what ya want.” He takes a deep breath, before slipping his hands under the garment and brushing his thumb over your raised nipples, peeked from the cold air. “But I do. ‘N I’m gonna make ya beg for me so fuckin’ good.” He lets you go for a moment to take your shirt off with rough tugs, before staring again. “See, Samu said I should give it a rest. But how can I, when I knew you’d be the prettiest little virgin cunt ever? Hm?” He licks his lips, before leaning down to start kissing all over your tits, sucking and tugging at your nipples with noises that make you grow from the inside. A cold shiver rolls down your spine, and you find yourself pulling his hair despite yourself. Because it feels good, and heat pools low in your belly.
“Tell me ya want it. Tell me ya want me.” The fire that seems to glint behind his eyes takes you aback, and you try to scramble from under him, but he’s back over you before you get a chance to. Gripping your face and forcing you into another kiss, the taste of his tongue on yours, deep and heavy. “People here hate ya, don’t ya know that? Think yer a real bitch. That’s why no one wants to be yer friend.” He rests his forehead to yours, so that you’re basically breathing each other’s air, and hums. His free hand starts taking off the sweats he’s wearing in a smooth motion, leaving him hard in just boxers. “But I’ve been ‘ere for you.” Another kiss. “I’m good to ya, too.”
The room is so hot, and your brain completely thrown off with the mix of all emotions you’ve felt in these short few hours; and it has you all fucked up. Tsumu must know this, but he doesn’t care. And you take a few panted breaths, looking between your two bodies at the was your tits brush up against him each time you move— he’s so close. “So say you want it, or I’m leavin’.”
“I want it.” Your voice shakes as it comes out, eyes stinging, head floaty— it barely feels like you said anything at all. “I want you.” He takes that as all he needs before grinning, kissing your temple and shuffling off you to shove his boxers down his thighs, before grabbing himself by the base and stroking a few lazy pumps along himself.
“Here, kiss it,” he nods his head towards it, helping you up and then right back down so you’re on your hands and knees. You’re getting wet. Sadly, you didn’t exactly think to put on any nice panties, but Tsumu doesn’t care as he makes you lean in and down until you can rest your lips to his cock, and he makes another noise. “I know it’s kinda bad but- I’ve been wanting ta fuck yer face for years now. Put- yer tongue out.” The admission only makes you feel more hot and hazy, and you do as you’re told. “Ahh, mhm.” He tastes weird when he pushes the glossy head to your tongue, translucent precum coating your tongue, but he takes a few more pumps, then pushes you back over.
“But not now, I wanna fuck you first. Yer gonna let me fuck your tight, little cunt, right?” The plush in your face doesn’t hide the heat as it floods to your face, your belly, down your legs— and he manhandles your legs up to start peeling off your shorts and panties. You can feel the strings of slick as they connect your wet pussy and the fabric, and hide your face into your shoulder before he groans your name again. “Yer so fuckin’ wet, look atcha. Already a little cock tease, and I haven’t even done nothin’ yet.” Your hot, puffy pussy is revealed, and he swipes two fingers out to circle around the wet hole without hesitation, only pulling back to slot the digits in his mouth. He shrugs his shirt off and tosses it next to the bed, then comes to kiss you again.
“Ya taste that? That’s yer pussy gushin’ like a whore for me. Only me.” He kisses like he’s got something to prove, taking your mouth up until all you can think of is him, and the places where your skin seems to zap under his rough hands. Each touch leaving you more breathless than the next. And you’re forced to just nod along and abide, because you couldn’t ask for what you need if you tried. He plays with your tits while pushing first one prodding digit in, but soon pushes up with two. “Gotta- prep this little hole before I fill you up, right? That’d be the nice thing to do. Even though ya haven’t been very nice to me, babe.”
“‘m sorry- Tsumu-” you hold back a whimpering moan as he squeezes your tits hard and flicks your nipples, and his fingers slowly push into you. The wetness dripping down your slit and along your inner thighs is hot, and your body curves instinctively as he slowly slides in and out a few times, while the man above you chuckles.
“No, you ain’t, little minx.” His grin is still wide though, hiking your one leg higher to get a better look at the way your greedy pussy swallows up his long fingers and he fucks you open so easily. “S’okay tho, I forgive ya. ‘Cus I’m gonna get to fuck this pretty pussy first.” The slick sounds fill the room and sound so, so loud, and lewd, and yet, there’s still more noise coming from your throat as he goes deeper again and his thumb finds your puffy clit with a little hum. “Uhuh, that feel good? Look at you enjoying this. Didn’t you want me ta stop? Huh?”
“Hm,” you just answer, grabbing your own chest with one hand, his arm with the other. He’s so much bigger than you like this, so muscular and intimidating. You look between your bodies to watch his fingers bottom out, and though the stretch is a little uncomfortable, it’s mostly just really, really good, filling your head with fog. Tsumu’s thick cock twitches between his legs, and he leans in to kiss you again. This time pulling his hand back to slide it into your mouth instead, making you gag when his fingers hit the back of your throat. You taste heady, a little musky, and lick your lips for the thin thread of spit when he pulls back.
“Alright, say thank you, Tsumu.”
“-thank you, Tsum-” you parrot, and also freeze under him when he goes to reposition himself and his cock head pushes at your sloppy, wet slit. “Wait- condom-”
“Shhh, just relax. If you freak out it’ll hurt ya.” He places one elbow next to your head, and lines himself up better, before starting to push into you already, and your leg jerks. He’s really big. Too big, you think, trying to take a deep breath as he starts breaking open your slick walls and slowly moving back and forth through it. “Aghh, that’s- it, that’s it, thatsithatsit-” He moans loudly, pushing your cheek up and kissing you back long and deep, tongues messily tangling and tasting each other, bumping noses as he fucks in, and in, and in. It pulls every thought out of you, every fiber filled with electricity. The tightness is painful, but you don’t want him to pull back, and judging by the way he groans into your mouth, he won’t anyway.
“You’re crazy if you think I’m fucking my tiny virgin cunt with a condom,” he pants when pulling back, eyes blown wide. His hand pushes your knee up more to stare at where you’re connected, before pulling back halfway and fucking back in, and the pressure on your womb and belly is enough to have you whining out so loud it barely sounds human. “That good, huh?” He bottoms out again, feels so fucking deep inside you that you can feel him high up in yourself bumping against your walls, and it feels so good, so, so good your toes curl and your knees lock around him.
“Fuck,” you can just barely gasp, before he pumps into you again, and starts really grinding himself into you. Slick drips out of you with each thrust, and makes the bed rattle under his weight. His hair sticks matt to his forehead, his lip pulled between his teeth, and the wet slapping of his hips meeting your skin is so distracting. Everything aches. Everything feels so good. You can barely even feel the sting anymore, jerking on his cock like you are. “Tsumu, I-”
“Gon’ have ta wait, princess,” he suddenly chokes, “yer clamping down on me like crazy— fuck.” He lifts one knee to push your legs open more, and then just shakes his head as he starts speeding up. “Oh, fuck it, gonna fill you up first. So fuckin’ tight, god, fuck-” The heavy thrusts go more sloppy, rapid as he chases his own orgasm and squeezes your thigh hard, yanking your teary cheeks back towards him as you pant to slide a finger between your lips and dropping a glob of his own spit into your mouth like it’s normal. Groaning into your mouth, and fucking his fat cock so deep into you you see stars. “One experience at a time, right?”
“Ah, Tsumu- p-please, fuck-me more, more, touch- more.” Your head rolls back as he pulls your hips back into him again and again, before suddenly locking up, and feeling how hot ropes of cum fill you up and he pants out your name in between a string of swears that all melt into a long growled moan as he stills. Only for a second though, because he’s quick to pull out and roll you back so that your knees are by your head, and he’s on top of you. He strokes his cock a few times, watching the last of the strings of thick cum land between your thighs. “Tsumu-” you pant, and take a breath, and pout- all at once. Because he stares at the way his cum comes out of your sloppy hole, before pushing it back inside. “Ughn-”
“Oh, don’t worry, baby. I’m not done. Not even close.” He spits onto his hand before bringing two fingers back to your pussy, and his thumb over your needy, puffy bud. And you jerk, blinks stuttering as you moan high and needy. Can’t help it. “Yer gonna wish I was done with ya long before I let ya out of this bed. I’m not done playing with my pussy.”
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"can you pretend to be my boyfriend?"
pairing: osamu miya x reader (haikyuu!!) a/n: unfortunately based off a true story. tw: anxiety, bullying, swearing, threatening
you sidled yourself in a seat next to your good friend. "heeeeey 'samu~" you grinned.
"what do ya want?"
"can i not just want to greet my amazing friend?"
he gave you a skeptical look and you blanched. "well, uhm..."
"if it's my food ya want, yer not gettin' it." he grumbled, selfishly sucking more milk through his straw.
"can you be my boyfriend?"
comically, osamu proceeded to spew the milk in his mouth out in shock, nearly missing atsumu who sat across the table, much to both of their dismay.
wiping some milk from his mouth, osamu managed to choke out a strained, "yer for real..?"
you blinked, then flushed, "i-i-i meant for pretend, i mean it!" you bit your lip, "there's this girl who recently decided she doesn't like me. i'm not sure why... but she started telling rumors and lies about me to other people.....including her boyfriend. and...and.. he's super intimidating..." you looked away, "'samu, he came up to me the other day and said that if i mess with 'his girl'... that i'd 'regret it'....'samu, i'm scared. it's silly, right? but.. but it would just make me feel safer.."
a warm hand fell on your shoulder, "'s not silly. 's a threat. do ya want me 'ta take care of him?"
you shook your head quickly, "n-no! i just... i need you to just.. pretend. i know it's weird, but it would mean a lot to me, okay?"
osamu eyed you up and down before saying, "why me?"
your eyes widened and you once again couldn't look him in the eye. after all, it'd be pretty lame to confess after he so blatantly shot you down a few minutes ago. "well, you're my best 'guy' friend. and you're pretty much built like a greek god--"
he smirked, amused, "ya think 'm built like a greek god?"
"i'm still here, guys, keep the flirting to a minimum," piped in atsumu.
you both turned in unison to him, identically saying, "shut up, 'tsumu."
you cleared your throat, "anyway, you're bulky and strong and could definitely beat him in a fight."
"obviously."
"so will you help me... please?"
osamu's resolve seemed to waver the longer your stared into his eyes with a begging expression. to be honest, the moment he'd heard that some guy was harassing you, he was beyond pissed off and was ready to agree to just about anything you asked of him. but, once he found out that you had also wanted to be his (albeit, pretend) girlfriend? it seemed like the perfect opportunity to show you what it could really be like.. and how much he loved you.
"i guess." he said, his cheeks slightly flushing.
it shocked you that he had agreed. after all, this is osamu you're talking about. he scarcely looked your way, much less harbored any idea of you being his girlfriend. and yet here you were, walking down the halls, holding hands. he avoided your gaze, though you knew him well enough to know he wasn't annoyed with you, just embarrassed, which you had expected.
what you hadn't expected, however, was that girl. you call her that girl because you honestly didn't know her name. only that she despised you. you frowned, recalling the numerous times your friends walked up to you telling you she'd said you were "annoying" or that she was surprised you were ever invited to anything what with the way you make everything about yourself. you knew your friends meant well but a part of you wished they'd never told you. you weren't exaggerating when you say that you are a "drama-free" person. you seemed to always be the last one to hear the gossip going around and certainly the last to spread anything. it upset you that despite your best efforts someone had decided that you were irritating enough to make comments to others about. you tried to not take things personally, you really did, but when you'd heard her talking about you while you were in a bathroom stall, it took all of your strength to hold back your tears. unfortunately, because you're drama-free, you also aren't the most confrontational person. rather, you preferred confrontation when the other people didn't seem to take anything anyone ever did personally. you thought back on yourself, searching for anything you could've done wrong to bother her but after much consolation from friends, turned up nothing. still, a part of you felt like it was all your fault. maybe you could've tried harder to be extra kind to her?
you were broken out of your thoughts by a squeeze to your hand. making eye contact with that girl, she rolled her eyes and turned, walking the other way. osamu looked down at you in concern as your brows furrowed in a hurt expression.
"do ya even know her?"
"..no."
"then why should you care what she says or thinks?"
"because, 'samu, it's not that easy. i can tell myself it doesn't matter and that i shouldn't care but that doesn't make it so. it doesn't rewire my brain to stop caring about what other people think. no matter how hard i try."
he was silent for a moment, contemplating something.
then, he lightly caressed your cheek with the palm of his hand, smiling softly. "i guess i can't change yer mind... but i can remind you that the people who are actually worth yer time won't make some round-about shitty way of telling ya they have a problem with ya."
you smiled warily, though he had to admit he said exactly what you needed to hear. besides that, you noticed you'd definitely chosen the right guy - his acting skills as your boyfriend were superior. your eyes wandered around to the gaze of your fellow peers as some cooed not-so-subtly at osamu's public display of affection.
your gaze returned to his as he eyed you up and down. "ya sure yer alright?"
"positive."
"ya know it's okay not to be fine all the time."
you laughed lightly, "thanks, 'samu. but really, I think I'm okay. i just can't think about it or it'll make me all upset again."
"wanna come over tonight? thankfully i'm makin' dinner and not atsumu," he grinned.
you conservation switched to various other topics as you both walked down the hall before he had to go to volleyball practice.
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"didn't i tell you what happens to bitches who mess with my girl?" a gruff voice called behind you.
you froze, regretting the fact that you neglected to bring your phone with you during your lunch break and were subsequently now completely alone with some gorilla-faced man who spoke gravelly like he wasn't in high school at all. slowly turning, you cowered, "i-i don't think i did anything wrong.."
immediately his fist slammed against your locker. "obviously you fuckin' did if my girl is tellin' me you've been a fuckin' problem!"
"i-i-i don't even know who she is," you defended, moving your hands to shield your face in fear.
"bullshit."
you screamed as you felt a hand tightly grab your wrist and you squeezed your eyes shut, preparing yourself for the impact of a fist. after a few moments, you opened them, shocked to see osamu standing in front of you, shielding you from the gruff boyfriend.
"get a load of this guy," osamu smiled sardonically, "getting involved in his girlfriend's drama because she can't handle it herself? you must be her hero."
the man grit his teeth hard, winding up for a punch that osamu immediately countered, without breaking a sweat.
"you take that back you fuckin' piece of shit!" he growled, aiming for a blow to osamu's kneecap. "how the fuck does a prick like you even know this stupid bitch anyway." he continued, seemingly adding fuel to the fire.
osamu's eyes widened with a fiery rage, "you don't get to talk like that about my girlfriend." within seconds, the man was pummeled to the ground and osamu's fist connected against his face repeatedly until you pulled osamu away.
as if the situation wasn't already at its worst, that girl came running down the hall. "you BITCH! how dare you do this to my man! i fucking knew you were a rat." she paused for a moment before letting out a shriek of laughter, "oh? what's this? there's no fucking way you managed to get a boyfriend. what, you finally found someone willing to fuck you for a price?" she giggled, "osamu miya, was it? tell me, how much is she paying you to play pretend?"
osamu ground down on his teeth dangerously as he eyed the girl with contempt. "I'll have you know that i asked her out and was lucky enough for her to say yes."
she forced out another laugh, "then you're both pathetic! a match made in heaven."
you willed the tears to stay in your eyes, not wanting to give the girl the power of knowing that she hurt you, that she made you cry. you whispered something even you could barely hear.
"what was that? finally apologizing to me?"
you narrowed your eyes, looking her directly in her own as you raised your voice, "I said 'LEAVE US ALONE!'" you screamed with all you had in you.
she smirked, seemingly only a little fazed by your outburst. "fine, I'll leave. as soon as you prove you guys are actually dating. 'cause, like, there's no way, right babe?!" her boyfriend grunted out a laugh from his position on the floor.
this is the end. you thought. i'm gonna have to confess that i made this whole thing up and then i'm never going to hear the end of it. you sent a worried look to osamu who was already inches from your face. you tried to back away in shock, but his hand found purchase on the small of your back. he pulled you in tightly before taking your chin in between his index and thumb. his eyes conveyed a message you couldn't quite decifer.
yet, the next thing you knew, his lips were on yours. it wasn't at all the sort of chaste or reluctant kiss you were expecting, but one filled with hunger and desire. you returned in equal force, intertwining your fingers in his gray-brown locks. you could've sworn you'd heard a guttural groan as you shifted your leg in between his. when you at last separated, the girl and her boyfriend were gone. it was just the two of you.
osamu looked down at your lips once more before meeting your eyes. "hey."
you laughed breathily, "hey."
"do ya wanna date fer real?"
you answered with another eager kiss.
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natdu · 1 year
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Bad hair day
Pairing: Timeskip! Atsumu x Fem reader
Genre: Reverse hurt/comfort
Synopsis: Atsumu learns you like long haired men. What else would you like that he wasn't fitting into that mold?
Warnings & content: grammar - Soft Tsumu and Insecure Tsumu :( - Reader attended Inarizaki when she was in high school and was a third year when she met Atsumu - Reader's pet name for Atsumu is 'Love'
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"Remember when you had a crush on Asahi?"
The colective third years meet up was reaching it's end and a tipsy Sugawara was ansty to share some old anecdotes that involved his "now busy in a away fashion show" friend
"When she what?"
The question came from the lips of Miya Atsumu, your boyfriend who was picking you up from the "celebration"
"First of all it wasn't a crush, I thought he was attractive and that long hair suited his face"
"Isn't that the same as having a crush?"
You groaned and flicked the former vice captain forehead
"I think Shimizu is super pretty but that doesn't mean I have a crush on her"
The next sentences went over Atsumu's head, watching his reflection in one of the restaurant's windows
His hair was way shorter than that Azumane guy, in high-school and now.
How's that he never heard that preference of yours before?
He remembered how your relationship started and went looking for some insight of it
Kita had entrusted you to teach and support Atsumu into a particular difficult subject, you being a year older and carrying authority that would control the boisterous twin
He felt in love at first sight. You were friendly and kind, but when you had to use a more severe voice or when you had to remind him why he was putting effort to stuff you didn't hesitate
And he loved that, oh how much he loved it
To the point he did and entire year of long distance courting, not even dating but courting, knowing how you didn't want to be with him like that while he was still in high school.
He asked you out officially the very same day he graduated. Glowing with excitement when he found you at the doors of Inarizaki, waiting for him with a huge bouquet of flowers
You also demonstrated acts of love for him. A lot if you asked him: cooking extremely strict meals for you and him (knowing that the little treats you gave yourself would make him crave it more, so you avoided them)
Keeping him company and helping him being awake when he studied rival teams
Helping him through the mourning of not being able to play with Osamu in pro leagues
Going to places he knew you weren't that fond of
Maybe it was time he returned some of the love and appreciation you showed him the last years. Turning closer to your ideal type shouldn't be difficult
And it would secure that you stayed with him
"Well I remember she once told me that she didn't like blond hair, and now see who she's with"
You threw a light punch to Kuroo and held Atsumu's hand. You knew how Atsumu's bleaching situation would annoy him depending on who would approach the subject.
Oh but if you knew it wasn't about color
"Well since you are all so akin to talk about the past I might go with this handsome fella. See ya!"
You almost pulled him to grab a taxi weirded out by his sudden silence, you thought he would flip off Kuroo or give one of his usual snarky comments.
When you arrived home he went upstairs after giving you a low "'m a bit tired doll, I'll go to sleep"
Yes he kissed your forehead a little bit longer but his demeanor made you sad
Did that comment struck him that bad?
The next morning you found him looking at his hair in the bathroom mirror, taking and lightly pulling some locks
Your hearth cracked a little, hoping he wasn't thinking about last day's insinuations
"Want me to help you with the roots? Are they showing?"
"Uh?"
He gasped, you arms surrounding his waist taking him by surprise
"You know I really like the color you have right now? And even in high-school, didn't care what people compared it to"
He smiled and you placed a kiss into his shoulder blades, oblivious to what he was truly thinking about
"They aren't showing yet, but thank you. I'll let ya help me when the time comes"
Not entirely satisfied with the outcome of your words you thought it would take some time of you showering him with affection for him to go back to his usual self
You hummed, kissed him again and went about your day.
A few weeks later
He was surprised on how fast his hair would grow out, in a little less than a month he already had the need to tie it
It wasn't Howls moving castle long, more of a Rei from Buddy Daddies long
You of course had noticed the change when he didn't ask for your help to trim it
When another week passed by and he didn't even go to the hair saloon you had asked him what that was about
"Jus' tryin' another style doll, might as well give some eye candy, right?"
And he wasn't totally lying, the media was going wild with this new hair style. Sure, when he didn't tie it properly it would get into his eyes and he swore he would be drenched in sweat after some light exercise
But his initial purpose hadn't been accomplished
"Do ya like it?"
You were brushing his hair, gently untangling the knots that would form after a gruesome practice
"Well.... It's so new since you've never had it like this..."
He bit his lip, maybe he need it to get it longer for it to please you
"Why won't you cut it?"
Your question made him turn around with a frown on his face
"No"
"W-what?
Noticing your worried tone he tried to play it down by stucking his tongue out
"How else I would be pampered like this then?"
You tugged one of his locks and blew a raspberry
"I did it when it was short too"
He stayed silent
"Why did you grow it out love? The truth"
He knew that glance, he knew it to well. You looked at him like that when he made a lame excuse to not meet for studying
"Maybeyouwouldkeeplovingmeifitwaslong" he muttered in a rush and under his breath
"Atsumu...."
He groaned and seeked for refuge in the crook fo your neck
"Thought you would stay a bit longer with me if I you know... Was closer to your type"
The constant tick of the clock was the background melody for the confession
"Miya Atsumu, look at me"
He whined and raised his head, not expecting to see tears on your eyes
"How long had you been thinking that?"
He shifted uncomfortable in his seat. Maybe it wasn't about his hair after all
"A while, yer always been so perfect, patient and more a-and I just don't "
The sudden lump in his throat consumed his words
"Oh my love" you hugged him with all the possible strength you could muster and cried with him
"I would never ever leave you Tsumu, I've loved you since the beginning oh love love"
Your sweet words were making his head spin and his limbs go numb
"And I find you so so attractive, you don't know the times I have to fan myself with my hand everytime you go and play, how lucky I feel to be with you"
"But I-"
"Whatever is going out of that mouth I don't want to hear it Tsum I love love love you so much everything about you"
You separated briefly from him to start petting his hair and rubbing his shoulder
"Your sincere words, your child like grin, how you always warm my side of the bed when I have to work late, and those eyes oh my I would drown in them if I could"
The amount of praise about his physique and his behaviour filled him with love to the brim. How blind he was to see that you loved him entirely
"You don't have to change a thing, if it's not hurting anybody then it's not worth it, not even for me"
You finished your ministrations with a kiss to his head, then his forehead, his damped cheeks and then his lips
"I love yer way with words, made me fall in love since day one"
His now giggling face gave you the sign the he was good, you were ok, you will be ok
"Let me have this hair for another week, I do like that you have to spend more time brushing it"
You playfully rolled your eyes but kissed him again
"OK ok, I have to admit it long hair also suits you but"
You brushed back the locks that were hiding his face
"I like it more when I can see you fully, my handsome man"
With an uncommon blush he knew he had to do something to save his dignity
"Does that mean I can shave it all in one sitting? "
Your widened eyes made him laugh uncontrollably and then you followed him with fits of your own enjoyment
He watched you clutching your sides and wiping some tears, his soft and satisfied eyes on you
Yeah
Maybe he should hire that Asahi guy to make your wedding dress
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Another reverse hurt/comfort 💙 Honestly I just want to praise him and kiss his tears away
Who's this girl and why hasn't she made angst in a while
Hope you all like my rambles about teary eyed and soft Tsumu, my favourite depiction of him <;33
Natdu
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yuquinzel · 1 year
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[ 8:37 pm ] — miya atsumu.
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the clock reads 8:37 pm, exactly 14 seconds to 38 and atsumu is painfully aware of each long, dragging and excruciatingly endless second because it's been exactly 4 hours, 19 minutes and 12 seconds since you left on him read.
he's currently laid on his bed, in his dimly lit room where the only source of illumination is the faint fluorescent glow of his mobile screen.
he's frowning, brows furrowed at the dull ‘seen 4hrs ago’ in anticipation because at any second now he'll see the ‘typing...’ indication and he doesn't wanna be late to reply.
atsumu is a fast and an energetic texter. he sends you at least 14 cat videos with the “ur the third one” message immediately after each. or he sends you those ‘ask your friend which hour of the day you are’ followed by a “you. blue hour” hopefully awaiting your reply because he needs to know if you think he's the golden hour or not.
y/n 🛐: you're definitely the golden hour then lol
the better twin: damn. didn't expect that.
he actually did. hoped for it in fact. he thinks about it for the next week.
you're not the type to leave people on seen for more than 5 minutes. at least not him. you reply as quick as you can with the same energy as him and have a habit of liking his rather funny texts from time to time.
so he's more confused than upset right now, thinking of all possible reasons you could've read his messages but were unable to reply. he hasn't seen you since last friday when you told him about a week long road trip with your family. his frown only deepens when the clock hits 8:40 and there's no sign of a reply from you.
he's beginning to type a quick “are u good?” when his screen flashes with a call. your contact name. the phone rings in atsumu's hand but his fingers are frozen.
you're calling him.
you don't like phone calls.
atsumu clears his throat because he doesn't want you to hear him squeal with excitement, but he's giggling and kicking his feet, running a hand over his heart and rubbing his eyes to make sure it really is you. he lets the phone ring for a mere seconds before picking it up, “oh hey” he hopes it's as casual as he thinks.
the moment he hears you speak from the other side, atsumu knows he has lost, “ATSUMU! I'm so sorry for leaving you on read. i was in the car and battery fucking died before i could reply and i lost my charger!” you're chasing after your own words, each cut by the next one.
“oh, nah that's fine. so ya found yer charger?” he groans internally at his words, but truthfully he doesn't know what to say.
of course you didn't willingly leave him on read. of course you're calling him now because you don't want him to think otherwise. of course your words are rushed, you've always been that way.
“oh, right yeah. i got home and charged it as soon as I could” you laugh with a newfound sense of relief.
atsumu blinks, “yer home already? weren'tcha coming this sunday??” he asks.
“ohh, no, we decided to come back earlier”
and the voice call ends, leaving you confused.
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it's 9:29 pm and there's a knocking at your door, hastened and impatient, the way you know someone always knocks.
“’tsumu? wait, why are you here at this hour?” you ask, wide eyes set on the setter in front of you panting like he ran a marathon.
“ya said you were back and ya must be tired so i gotcha ice cream—” he breathes out, gesturing to the bag in his hand, “—gee, coulda told me you were comin’ back today, when'd ya get here anyway? how was the trip? did ya take pictures?—”
“atsumu” you say softly, and he pauses, “breathe ”
atsumu lives about 45 minutes away, 15 if he takes the car but as he's panting right now, you know he's ran all the way here. and if he stopped by the convenience store down the street and still get here in time, you're sure he needs at least a minute to breathe.
he smiles one of his boyish, princely smiles, “also got that movie ya wanted ta watch”
“i thought you'd have watched it already?”
“wanted ta watch it with you” he's giggling with excitement you know he's trying to hide.
“okay” you laugh, grabbing his hand to pull him inside.
“okay” he repeats.
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izurou · 1 year
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“i mean i know ‘samu makes rice balls for a living now, but i’m sure he could do a wedding cake.”
rintarou has been in your ear for the past fifteen minutes, mumbling about whether or not osamu could pull off three whole tiers of cake while also making it taste good.
he really thinks it’s a no brainer, as if onigiri and wedding cake go hand in hand—if you know how to make one, surely the other is under your belt as well. he used to help his mom in the kitchen when he was a kid so, obviously he would know.
the only thing is—you’re not engaged, and you don’t plan to be anytime soon.
“rin, seriously?” you scoff, leaning back against the edge of the countertop.
you’re at his mom’s place for a little family dinner—something she loves to do every once in a while to catch up with her son. you’ve just finished your meal, and rintarou being the angel he is, offered to clean up—but not without your company, of course.
“what? it’d save us some money,” he says, diving a hand into the soapy water filling the sink.
“your grandma was just bugging us,” you hum—swirling the dark liquid in your glass around. “she knows we’re not ready for marriage.”
this was your very first time meeting her, and it’s safe to say you weren’t expecting such a loaded question mid meal. so, when are you two getting married? her words had the tips of rintarou’s ears turning pink, and made his sister howl like a dog, because the thought of someone liking her older brother enough to want to marry him was truly hilarious.
he kicked her shins under the table—a glimpse of the petty little boy you had always heard stories about. he did his best to get his grandmother off your backs as well, giving her a cliché answer—something along the lines of we’re both young, and just trying to focus on college right now.
he was in such a damn hurry to drop the subject—and now, he won’t shut up about it.
“okay, but,” he pauses, swiping a hand against the bottom of the sink to check for any stragglers. “he’s young and stupid now, there’s no way he knows how much a wedding cake costs. we can lowball him, get a good deal.”
“you think he’s that stupid?” you snort—having a little more faith in osamu than your boyfriend does.
“hope so,” he mutters, gesturing for you to toss him the hand towel sitting behind you. “he is related to atsumu, after all.”
“wow,” you gawk, “and you call yourself a friend.”
“i’m just looking out for us,” he shrugs, using the fabric to dry his hands. “bet ‘tsumu would do it for free if we asked right now.”
“he’s not going anywhere near our wedding cake,” you say, noting the way rintarou does a thorough wipe down of the counters—hm, so he does know how to clean. “not until it’s served on a plate for him to eat, at least.”
“good point,” he agrees, tossing his cloth over the tap and shuffling over to you. “but you have to admit, the guy’s pretty damn unstoppable when he puts his mind to something.”
“sure,” you hum, looping your arms around his neck and lacing your fingers together. “but you know rin, once you go pro, we won’t even have to worry about the cost of a wedding cake.”
“and if i don’t?” he asks—throwing the possibility out there. it’s something he’s thought about, but never voiced concern over.
“you will, trust me,” you say, pressing a kiss to his lips, soft and sweet—a promise of your word. “but if for some reason you don’t, we’ll beg the twins for a family and friends discount.”
“deal,” he laughs, pulling you flush against him for a hug—and you think to yourself, that when you leave tonight, you’ll love him a little more than when you arrived—if it’s even possible.
you enjoy the moment briefly, until you hear a pair of feet padding in the other direction—someone was listening?
“mom! rintarou is talking about getting married!”
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byunbqbes · 1 year
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HQ BOYS MEETING A BEAUTIFUL FAN PT 2
⟶ ft. sakusa, atsumu, akaashi
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‎♡ sakusa
"are you sakusa?" a small voice behind him peeps up.
sakusa turns around, a scowl on his face, ready to lecture whoever just disrupted his pre-game ritual because if there's one thing that sakusa hates – it's talking to others before a game.
and oh boy was he about to make an exception right now.
he blinks at you, drinking in the way a cute smile was plastered to your face and all he can think of is, are you real? how can someone this pretty exist?
he snaps out of his speechless stupor and hums, "that's me."
you let out a sigh of relief, handing him a pack of masks, "i found this outside the locker room, and thought maybe it'd be yours."
"how do you know it's mine?" sakusa asks curiously, raising a brow.
"oh! uhm! i may or may not be a fan...so i kind of know you wear masks a lot!"
oh god. not only were you pretty, but you were also a fan! his fan.
he flushes from his cheek down his neck, and gives a little nod, "oh. nice. do you want a signature or somet –"
before sakusa can finish his sentence, hinata pokes his head into the room, clueless, "sakusa! our match is starting soon! oh, hey, sakusa's friend!"
sakusa wants to roll his eyes at hinata, but he just mutters, voice velvety, "i guess the signature will have to wait till later. meet me here after the match if you still want it."
♡ atsumu
"how could ya forget?" atsumu yelps, thrashing his arms around dramatically as osamu stares back at his blonde twin blankly.
"forget what?"
"forget to tell me that she's pretty??" atsumu whisper-shouts, gesturing towards you – osamu's new employee. atsumu expected your presence at the game, but he did not expect you to turn up looking like this – in a short skirt, soft legs out on display.
"who's pretty?"
atsumu turns around and stares at you, horrified, wondering how much of the conversation you had overheard. atsumu blinks and immediately starts stuttering, "uh. t-the receptionist at the hotel?"
"oh? do you have a picture?" you tilt your head, and atsumu swears he's about to die from your cuteness.
"tsumu thinks he is pretty." osamu shrugs nonchalantly, "what a weirdo."
at that, you just chuckle and lean in to inspect his face carefully. atsumu feels his breath hitch in his throat and swears his heart is about to leap out of his chest, when you lean back and nod in agreement, "yeah, atsumu is pretty!"
feeling a sudden surge of confidence in his chest, atsumu reminds himself, atsumu...what the fuck was that? you're the cool sexy male of msby! that the best ya can do?
a smirk inches its way to atsumu's face and he looks you dead in the eye.
"really? that's weird...because i find you really pretty too."
osamu rolls his eyes.
‎♡ akaashi
the truth is, akaashi has noticed you for a while now. because how could he not, when you look so pretty on the bleachers, hair tied up in cute pigtails and cheering for bokuto?
bokuto. akaashi never wants to admit he is jealous of bokuto but...he really is.
one day, fukurodani wins by a landslide and bokuto is on a crazy adrenaline high. he drags you towards akaashi and yells loudly, "HEY! akaashi stop being such a wimp and ask her out already!! i know like...five? guys who want to ask her out but i'm saving her for youuuu!"
silence hangs in the air as akaashi stares at you, feeling his face heat up. bokuto glances at you both, before his eyes widen in realisation, "oh no! am i not supposed to say that?"
the whole fukurodani squad gathers around and starts gushing dramatically. washio yells, "c'mon akaashi kohai! you've been simping over her for years!"
konoha akinori slings a lazy arm around you, deciding to push akaashi's buttons, "akaashi, if you don't want her, i'm gonna start chasing her!"
akaashi's eyes widens and before he could even think clearly, he's grabbing your hand and walking away from his embarrassing team. konoha and you? no way in hell!
before akaashi can open his mouth to deny anything, you're winking at him cutely, "i think you're cute too, akaashi."
akaashi swallows nervously, thanking whatever higher power there is up there for gracing him with his dream girl, before he smiles shyly, "wanna go out together?"
you can bet you're yelling akaashi's name in all of their upcoming matches.
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rinsaint · 2 years
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MILF FUCKER <3
ft. Aran, atsumu, && iwaizumi !!
cw. legal age gap (reader is 29 they are 19), milf fucking duhh, infidelity, tit play, atsumu has a filthy filthy mouth, fucking on a yoga mat, breeding, degrading, oral, riding, spit, unprotected sex, one smack to the ass, marking, making out !!
ARAN: Aran is definitely known in the group for fucking women older than him and that are milfs. And when he gets tease cause of it by his friends, he quickly denies it saying it’s not true. Which is obviously a lie. You, his next door neighbour who happen to be older than him and have 3 kids. He took interest into you quickly because you spiked curiosity in him. Always so sweet, giggling and touching his beefy arm that he has worked hard for — fuck how could he not be attracted to you. And you were a divorced women? it was a win for him, atsumu would say. Your kids were staying with their father for the weekend and as you were making yourself coffee you noticed how you were out of milk. So you went to your next door neighbour aran to borrow a cup of milk. When aran opened the door he was shirtless and wore a sweatpants that showed his dick print. You gulped slightly. And that’s how you ended up with your face pushed into the mattress of his sheets, thrusting his cock in and out of your warm and tight cunt. You let out a pitched moan when he landed a smack on your ass making you clench around him. “Yea? you like that little slut? getting pounded into with my big cock?” You nodded your head and let out a cry as he sped up his pace. “c-cummin’ aran! m’gonna cum please.” He pushes your head down more as he slowed his thrust down but banged his hips into your ass. Each thrust he gave you knocked the wind out of you had you coming with a moan of his name. He bit his lip as you gushed around him, letting your juices soak his cock. Not long after he had came inside you. He pushes his cock real deep into you so you can feel his seed in you. So you can know he’s in you. Maybe his stupid friends were right.
ATSUMU: definitely a person who is also known to fuck women older than them that has kids. He has no shame about it either. His current interest was in you — ‘samu’s worker that worked at his food restaurant. And god were you hot. Your breast poking out of your work outfit and the pants of your work outfit making your ass look big. ‘Tsumu can’t help but want to talk to you. So he asks samu about you and he learns that you are a married women with 4 kids. Married huh? He didn’t care, it was no problem for him. So tsumu strikes a conversation with you at work and he finds you intriguing. I mean god — whoever guy that’s married to you obviously isn’t doing something right because when atsumu brings up that you’re married, you have a forced smile telling him that you’re happily married. Bullshit, he thinks. You two became closer and actually became friends. And you aren’t obvious to his flirting, and you’d never admit but you liked the attention he gave you other than your husband who comes home and never pays any attention to you. And atsumu knows that. And he knows you know he knows that. And that’s why when your husband took your children to see their grandparents for a while, atsumu is quick to come over to your house and fuck you until the only word you know is his name. Atsumu groans as you bounce up and down on his thick cock, gripping on e of your tits and sucking on your harden bud. You grip onto his shoulders letting out a whimper, “‘atsu, m’so close, need your help please!” And who is he to deny his love? He grips onto your hips lifting you up and switching the position you two were in so now your laying under him. He grabs his cock and you whisper out when he thrust back into you in one quick motion. He grabs under your thighs and starts fucking into your cunt like an animal. “Fuck baby— ya cunt squeezin’ ma so hard. ya liked getting fuck by me don’t ya? such a slutty whore. imagine what yer husband might think if he ever sees you whining and begging f’me.” At his filthy words spilling from his mouth, you bring him closer to you and grip onto his undercut as you come. He groans feelinfs the way you squeeze him and comes right after you. You’re about to get up but stop as atsumu pushes you back down on the bed. “Ya think we are done baby? nah, m’gonna fuckin’ breed ya until yer stuffed with ma babies.”
IWAIZUMI: Iwaizumi knew you had kids and were divorced because you were a regular incomer at his workout place. Everytime you come there he helps you with a few stretches and he can tell you are stressed. As he’s stretching you, he notices something is wrong so he asks you about it. You tell him about how the kids father is still trying to fight for custody over the children and how work is kicking your ass. And iwaizumi tries to pay attention he does — but when you let out that high pitched groan when he pushes your leg down to your chest, he gulps as he’s making eye contact with you which feels like forever. He could honestly get lost into your mesmerising eyes. He let out a cough and adverted his eye contact. He puts your leg down and says you two should take a break. You grab onto his arm telling him to wait, he looked back at you and is surprised to feel your lips on his. And god does he grip your cheek so fast and press his lips into you more to deepened the kiss. He pushes you down slightly on the mat and takes his shirt off. It’s all so quick, just minutes ago he’s stretching you out, the tension thick, and now he’s having a taste of your cunt that he’s been thinking about. God this was so unprofessional considering he was at work doing this, but he didn’t care, all he cared about was you and the way you taste. He pulls away from your dripping cunt and gives you a kiss on the cheek as you whine. “Hold on baby, m’gonna give you the real think mhm.” He said, as he pulled his short and underwear down in one quick motion. He spits in his hands and slowly jerks himself and lines his cock up with your entrance. Your grip onto his shoulders and whine when he pushes his thick cock inside of you. You pull iwa down into a kiss as he pulls out again and slams into you. You wrap your legs around his torso as you moan into the kiss, fuck he was so close but he wanted you to come first. He put his thumb on your clit and roughly rubbed circles on it making you clench around him. “baby fuck, m’gonna cum f’you please!” You whimpered out and came around him scratching and arching your back. iwa lets out a groan and pushed into you as much as he can and came inside of you.
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first kiss. miya osamu x reader
+ tags & warnings; not proofread & v rushed </3 also like quiet a lot of swearing (mainly just the use of the word 'shit')
+ a/n; day 6/7!! one more day to go before i go take a LONGGGG nap (i wish :<) but yeah this isn't the best written but here u go bc im on my osamu shit atm <3
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“So you’re seriously telling me, THE Miya Osamu has never kissed anyone?” You teased the now embarrassed dark harder boy. “Like THE Miya Osamu, like brother to like the schools biggest flirt Miya Atsumu? What’s next your brother hasn’t either? I always knew the Miya twins were FULL of surprises but this, THIS is new.”
“Ew, I don’t wanna know who my brother is kissing and shit.” He said defensively.
“Why?” You questioned.
“Whaddya mean why? Because it’s weird he is like my brother I don’t wanna know what girls he’s snogging and sh-”
“No, I mean like why haven’t ya kissed anyone ‘Samu?” You cut his ramble off, “like I’m sure there's plenty of girls willing to, you have just as many fangirls as Atsumu, just his are louder and more annoying. And apart from that there’s no denying you're an attractive man. I mean you take care of yourself as well.”
“I-I don’t know, Y/N. What I do know is I don’t wanna kiss some fangirl or some shit, I want it to be with someone I care about I guess.”
“Awww 'Samu, that's so cute.” You gushed at his response.
“Shut it, Y/N.” 
As the conversation comes to halt the school bell rings, ending your first break of the day. “I’ll see ya later, ‘Samu. You smile walking down the hall to your class. You sit in your seat next to Osamu’s twin brother, Atsumu.
“Hey, Y/N-chan~” He says as you sit down.
“Hey ‘Tsumu? Ya know ‘Samu has never kissed anyone, like isn’t that just kinda bizarre. Like he’s funny, a good cook, handsome, good at sport ya know what more could a girl want? Like I know he’s seen women and shit but I dunno it’s just weird, I kinda feel bad.” You say towards Atsumu.
“If ya care so much Y/N, why don’t you just kiss him or something? I’m sure that’d shut him up. Ya both never shut up about each other, it’s kinda annoying.” 
“He talks about me?!” You say with a pink stain spreading across your face.
“Did ya hear what Y/N-chan said earlier, did you see Y/N-chan today, I think I’m gonna bring Y/N-chan some food tomorrow, Y/N-chan this, Y/N- chan that and every time I tell him to shut his trap.” Atsumu sighed, placing his head in his hands, “and yer not any better Y/N.”
“I don’t talk about him that much.” You say crossing your arms, frowning at Atsumu. Atsumu just rolled his eyes in response. Not long after your teacher began teaching her lesson, you couldn’t stop thinking about the twins' words. “If ya care so much Y/N, why don’t you just kiss him”  “to be with someone I care about I guess” “Ya both never shut up about each other”. There was certainly no denying your attraction to the silver haired twin. But in your years of knowing him, neither of you showed any romantic interest in each other. You had both seen a range of people, every breakup the same. Ending with one comforting the other, “they were such a dick anyway” or “I never really liked them to begin with.”
As the school day concluded, you decided to watch the volleyball teams practice. A common occurrence at this point.
“Oh hey, Y/N.” Suna said as he entered the gym, Osamu behind him. Osamu looked up to give you a smile, which you returned. No hey or hug like you were used to. There was something different about Osamu this time.
As you watched the boys practice, you would have some casual conversation with the team. Giggling and smiling, but never Osamu. It was always Osamu, but not since your conversation earlier.
Eventually Osamu was alone for the first time the whole practice, so you decided to confront him on his weird behaviour. “‘Samu?” You ask softly, his head poking up to look at you, “you’re acting weird, is everything okay?”
“Yeah I’m fine, Y/N. Just a little stressed, school and all that,” He mumbled softly before returning back to practise leaving you dumbfounded. 
“You know that’s not the reason right, Y/N?” Suna said from behind you. Causing you to look behind you, giving him a look of curiosity. “Apparently Atsumu sent him a message earlier, I dunno what it was exactly about but it was something about you that’s for sure.” After Suna finished speaking he grabbed his water bottle and walked away.
You couldn’t focus on the last part of their practices, instead you were left wondering from Suna’s words. As practice concluded, you could hear the Miya’s bickering as you began leaving before Osamu called out to you, “Y/N-chan!” You stop in your tracks turning to face the twin jogging towards you, “can we talk for a second, please?”
“Oh sure.”
You and Osamu walked in silence, an awkward silence in drastic contrast to the usual comfortable silence before reaching a private area.
“I uhm- about earlier I’m sorry for like acting weird…” he said fiddling with his fingers, “it’s just ‘Tsumu sent me a stupid text and It’s just like bothering me and-”
“Osamu.” You cut him off, looking at him in the face, “can I kiss you? I know you said you wanted it to be someone you care about-”
Your words were cut off as Osamu placed his hand on your chin, pulling you closer before your lips collided. The world seemed to fade away as your lips met, a fusion of unspoken emotions and shared history. As you both pulled away, heat rising on both of your faces. Before Osamu let out a chuckle, “did ‘Tsumu get you too?”
“Mhm. Glad he did though.” You say wrapping your arms around, Osamu. 
“Fucking finally. You owe me some puddin’.” Atsumu said towards Suna, who just rolled his eyes in response.
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libraryoflillies · 2 years
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𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐈𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞
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summary: There’s someone else attracted to you, and now, they need to think fast to deal with the new competition.
characters: Atsumu, Osamu, Aran, and Suna (Inarizaki's boys)
note: remastered work, and this one still makes me giggle all over hehe. Wish I could have studied at Inarizaki in high school.
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ATSUMU MIYA: the show off.
Atsumu doesn't like to admit it, but sometimes he's insecure with himself. He knows that he’s handsome, talented, someway funny, smoothly charming, and every girl loves that in a guy. Heck, he has a fan club, and he's not even finished with school.
But none of it is enough to make Kai, one of your classmates, back away from hitting on you. That guy is stupidly self-confident, getting in Tsumu's way and blowing his chances by stealing you from him whenever he can. Who needs help solving a simple algebra question? What a surprise, dumb Kai needs it.
Atsumu’s determined to convince you that he’d be the perfect boyfriend for you. And he'll use all of his qualities in order to do that.
Praising you, carrying your book in the hallway, treating you with sweets and snacks, even joining you in the library for a study session; also, since he’s much more athletic than Kai, he tries to impress you with his physique, either by carrying something heavy, or simply flexing his biceps “unintentionally”.
But when you watch volleyball practice, he shines with overconfidence, making the court a stage for him. Everyone already noticed the way their setter winks at you during games, sending you some of his ravishing grins at some moves:
"Ya like that?" He asks you, standing close to the bleachers during break time. "Keep watching, angel. My next point will be for ya."
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OSAMU MIYA: the competitive.
Osamu's very confident in himself, but when he realizes that someone wanted what he wants, he becomes seriously competitive.
To prove that he's the best option, he decides to challenge his opponent. It could be anything, he'd even let Kai decide, but the rules remain the same: no cheating, and whoever loses, gives up on you right away.
Isn't Samu afraid of losing? The answer is simple:
He won’t lose. He’ll make sure of that.
“Kai.” Osamu calls out to the long-haired boy who was reading while walking down the hall. Kai looks at him with frustration, but lets him say what he wants. Samu moves until he’s face to face with him, like two boxers before a match. Their glare it’s unwavering. “I know what yer trying with ______.”
Kai rolls his eyes, crossing his arms on the way. “And what do you have to do with it? I’m not afraid of you, Miya.”
“Really?” Osamu wonders, sizing him. He presses his index finger onto the boy’s chest. “You and me, on the court after class. Let’s see if you can handle a match.” He smirks when he notices the boy getting tense. “You’re not afraid of that, are you?”
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OJIRO ARAN: the intimidator.
Aran is a lovely boy. Seriously, he’s so kind and friendly with others, that sometimes you wonder if he really exists. A big, teddy bear, that’s what he is.
He noticed though, that many guys get intimidated by him, due to his size, posture, and even his voice. It was weird for him in the beginning, but he grew into like the respect he gets for that, which increased even more after he became the ace of the school's team.
So when he realized that Kai was trying to win you over, he thought: why not use that in his favor?
Don’t misunderstand, Aran doesn’t like bullying at all, and he would never hurt the boy if it wasn’t necessary. But maybe, you know, a simple warning might convince Kai to give up. It doesn’t hurt trying.
“Hey, Kai!” Aran finds the boy eating at a table in the cafeteria, and without waiting for an invitation, he sits down next to him, placing his chair near Kai’s. “How ya doing man? Good? Great, listen up.” The boy didn't actually have time to answer, but it's not like Ojiro was interested anyway.
Aran places his right big hand on the boy’s back, and offers him a too friendly smile. Tone low and clear, he warns. “I like _____. And I saw ya trying to ask her out yesterday after class. Ya see, it’s really hard to date a girl if someone else’s on the way, you know? So, could ya do me a favor, and stay away?”
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SUNA RINTARO: the clever.
Suna's very smart. He knows exactly how to turn a situation in his favor, like, for example, winning you over. He can't predict how long it will take but believe me when I say that everything he does is meant to make you fall in love with him, little by little.
If a stone called Kai gets in his way, well, he'll figure out how to handle it.
No man is perfect, so all he needs to do is find a flaw in his opponent. It doesn't really matter how silly it is: if it can help him make Kai fall, it's a jewel in Rintaro’s hands.
And after a few days of watching, Suna found out his precious diamond: Kai's a womanizer.
Heck, the guy's not even decent, trying to woo another girl during lunch. Rin uses the boy's indiscretion, recording everything in good sound and detail. And having all the evidence, Suna makes his master move, revealing the whole truth to your beautiful eyes:
“It’s okay, ______.” He gently caresses your hair while embracing you, trying to bring you comfort after seeing the video. “There’s a lot of guys like that here. But I’ll make sure to not let any of them come in yer way.” He swears, a smirk growing when he hears you thanking him. “Yer welcome, my dear. I’ll always be there for ya.”
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Haikyuu!! Imagine
Pairings! Atsumu, Osamu, Suna, Oikawa, and Kuroo x f!reader (implied)
Prompt!
⤻ “don’t you know who I am?” He asked, his eyes narrowed at you. You nodded your head, “of course I know who you are. I just don’t care.”
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Atsumu Miya
His eyes widen in shock, surprised at your response. “What do ya mean ‘ya don’t care’?” He questioned you back, putting up air quotes after repeating your words. You only shrug your shoulders, “I mean I think your popularity is overrated. Like you play volleyball plus you are good looking-“ he cuts you off. “Hmm so you also think I’m good looking?” He teases, leaning towards you. You rolled your eyes at him, pushing his head away, “if you would’ve let me finish, I was going to say, ‘to others, but to me you’re like an average guy.” He can only grin, not seeming to acknowledge your words. “Nah ya think im pretty.” He smiles wide, wrapping an arm around you, much to your protests. “Ahhh it’s alright, everyone joins the ‘Tsumu club at one point”
Osamu Miya
He looks surprised for a spilt second before it disappears. “Hmm you don’t have to lie. It just makes you seem more desperate.” He muttered out, about to turn on his heel and leave. Your eyebrows scrunched together at his words. “Excuse me? I’m sorry but not everyone is your little fan girl Miya.” You exclaimed, your arms crossed against your chest as anger builds within you. He lets out a sigh, “ya right that was a little rude of me, sorry. But seriously I’m not falling for the whole ‘im not an admirer’ thing. It gets old” he groaned, his hand coming up to rub at his face. You can feel a little sympathy for the younger twin in front of you grow, “geez, I’m actually starting to feel bad for you. It happens that much for you to accuse everyone for it?” Your tone was soft, and didn’t hold any previous anger. He looked at you suspiciously, he couldn’t tell if you were being honest with him right now. You shrugged your shoulders, “well consider me not a fan, seriously. I mean you’re very talented, but I’m not going crazy over it like your fans.” You snort, finding it ridiculous how one can go crazy over this boy. He rolled his eyes, “I guess we can be friends.” He stated out of nowhere, catching you off guard. “W-what?” You almost chocked on your saliva. He grins, walking away. “See ya later y/n” he waves to you in the air. You’re left standing dumbfounded in the middle of the hallway as Osamu turns the corner. “Wait how do you know my name?!” You call after him, but didnt get a reply back as he was already across campus.
Rintarō Suna
“Really?” He questioned, suspiciously eyeing you. You nod your head again, “I don’t know what they see in you honestly. Don’t get me wrong, you’re amazing at volleyball, but outside of it you’re just so normal.” You shrugged you shoulders. He let out a hum, nodding his head. “Well most of the girls are really after the Miya’s” he shrugged, “I can’t tell you how many times a girl has came up to me just for the twins” he grumbled out, annoyed at how many interruptions he gets a day. You let out a low whistle, “well if it helps any better, I’d very much rather pick you over the twins any day” you stated before quickly adding, “still not going to be fan though!” He let’s out snort, nodding his head. “Alright, whatever you say.” He grabs his phone, and a sudden panic fills you. “Wait I’m being for real! Ugh I was just trying to, I guess, cheer you up?” You rushed out, but it sounded more as a question than you clearing the air. He can only grin and pretend to scroll on his phone, amused at how you’re trying to defend yourself.
Tōru Oikawa
He gasped dramatically, his hand placed over his heart. “No way, there’s no way that you’re not whipped for me.” He states matter-of-factly, only making you cringe a little. “Ugh seriously do you always act like this?” You question eyeing him weirdly. He drops the act, letting out a sigh. “Yeah that was a little over the top” he gives you a cheeky smile, before leaning towards you a bit. “Hmm are you sure you’re not whipped for me though?” He raised an eyebrow, a small smirk on his lips. You take a step back surprised, “are you trying to seduce me!?” You accuse, and he immediately stands straight. “N-no I was just.. gosh no why would you think like that” he groans out, his arms outstretched in front of him. You try to hold in your laughter, but fail. “I didn’t expect you to fall for that” you said between laughs. Oikawa has a pout upon his lips as he watches you try to compose yourself. “You’re not funny. That was not funny.” He grumbled, crossing his arms. You wipe away fake tears as you slowly nod your head, “it was little funny.” You guys bickered back and forth, and he couldn’t help but to enjoy having a nice interaction with someone outside his team.
Tetsurō Kuroo
He smirks, “sure doll, whatever helps you sleep at night.” You let out a huff of air, “see this is exactly why I don’t understand how girls fawn over you.” Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms. “Like seriously, the cocky-ness is just too much” he shrugged his shoulders, “it’s not everyone’s cup of tea,” he eyed you. “But hey maybe I can change that” he flirtatiously said, which only earned him a scoff in return. “Yeah, hard pass. I’d much rather stick with being a watcher than a fan.” You stated. He quirked an eyebrow, “if you watch me doesn’t that make you fan?” Your eyes widen slightly, before you’re shaking your head, “listen I can enjoy talent when I see it. But to go out of my way to gain your attention? No way” you clarified. He couldn’t help the smirk that made its way to his lips, “whatever helps you sleep at night doll.” He turned on his heel and walked away, leaving you to walk after him. “I’m serious Kuroo, do not think I’m going to fawn over you!” He only hums in response, a smug look on his face.
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✧ ☽ ✧ ps. I hoped you enjoyed this! This is my first time writing an imagine, so I hope it’s good! NOT PROOFREAD!!
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