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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

“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.”

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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suna-cerely-yours · 2 years

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warnings: suggestive, fem!bodied reader

“yeah just come in, ‘tsumu shouldn’t be home for a while- we’ll actually have some peace ‘n quiet for once.”

laughing, you slip past osamu and into the twins’ shared apartment. it’s a cozy place, clearly well lived in.

“can i get ya somethin’ to drink? i have some leftover rice, i can make ya food too, if ya want.”

“osamu i’m literally here to work on a project, i’m not going to make you cook for me.”

rubbing the back of his neck, he shrugs. “ ‘s not a big deal, i wouldn’t mind cookin’ for ya.”

shaking your head, you move towards the hallway with two doors side by side, “that’s very sweet of you, maybe once we get some work done we can do something for snacks?”

“sure, that works.”

moving ahead he opens the second door, revealing a neat bed pushed against a wall, opposite to a desk. he gestures for you to sit on his bed while he pulls the desk chair closer, taking a seat.

the pair of you have only been working for a solid twenty minutes when you hear the front door slam.

osamu immediately sighs, scrubbing a hand down his face.

“he was supposed to be at practice for another hour, but looks like luck is not on our side today.”

before osamu can continue, there’s a dull thud in the hallway and the door to atsumu’s room is opened and shut- hastily from the sound of it.

he shakes his head again, getting up.

“just a minute, i’ll tell him to keep it dow-”

a loud, distinctly female moan interrupts him, followed by a drawn out cry of ‘atsumu’.

your mouth falls open as osamu stares at you in horror.

“he’s not, no way, that fucker did not”.

more whimpers and moans fill the silence, the woman clearly enjoying himself. you and osamu merely stare at each other, when the unmistakable sound of the bedframe banging against the wall starts.

osamu cracks his knuckles, “ i’m goin’ to kill him, i’ll finally live out my dream of bein’ a single child, that’s it-”

“wait wait wait osamu, has this happened before?”

you get off the bed, grabbing his arm,” oh my gosh, has this really happened before?”

worrying his lower lip between his teeth he shrugs, “like a couple of times, maybe? i usually high-tail it outta here once it starts.”

“well, that’s kinda rude.”

he snorts, “have ya met atsumu? he’s the definition of rude.”

“you know,” you start, trying to hide a smile, ”we could get back at him.”

he looks at you questioningly, eyebrows raised, “yeah? go on.”

“we could give him a taste of his own medicine, like uh,” tugging slightly on his arm, you pull him towards the shared wall.

keeping your eyes fixed on osamu, you moan, loud enough for the sound to carry over to the next room. the banging doesn’t stop, but osamu freezes, mouth parting. pressing your lips together you nod slowly at him, and he swallows, adam’s apple bobbing- before returning your nod.

letting a smile split your face, you let go of his arm and jump on his bed.

“osamu, just like that mhm-”

the banging stutters.

pressing two fingers against your own tongue, you moan again, “ ‘samu please.”

the banging and moaning comes to a stop, your target is clearly engaged.

osamu still stands, gaze fixed heavily on you, hands clenched.

you flutter your hand, asking him to move closer.

“osamu, you have to do it too,” you whisper.

alarm fills his eyes as he bites down on his lip. you raise your eyebrows expectantly.

looking around once, he steps closer, knees touching the bed, before groaning, the sound just a little too artificial. however it seems to have done the trick as you hear atsumu’s low what the fuck.

“you think you can make the bed shake too? or is that something only mr hotshot athlete over there can do?”

rolling his eyes, he moves on the bed and has you flat on your back, him hovering over you.

“i was a hotshot athlete too ya know.”

and that’s the only warning you get before he’s moving, rocking his hips over yours, hard enough for the bed frame to hit against the wall.

mirth fills you as you realize, and you’re moaning again, moans punctured with whimpers and drawn out cries of his name. you’d have to be daft to not know what was going on.

too caught up in each other, you fail to hear the front door slam.

dissolving into giggles, you wrap your arms around his neck and he drops his full weight on you, muffling his laughter.

“my idiot brother’s probably never made a girl actually come, so he couldn’t even make out the difference.”

“i’m not usually that loud either.”

you feel his lips curl into a smile against your neck, before he’s balancing himself over you again, eyes locked with yours.

“i bet i could get you to moan louder.”

dragging your tongue over your lower lip, you tilt your head.

“oh yeah? prove it then.”

#haikyuu x reader #osamu x reader #osamu smut #miya osamu #haikyuu!!#hq osamu #hq #inarizaki #hq x reader #im sorry if i butchered osamu's accent #also i love atsu i promise

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j-u-u-z-o · 1 year

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Just Chillin’ (Atsumu x Reader)

Written by me.

Synopsis: Reader is staying over Atsumu’s house after school and they’re both chillin in his bedroom until one move made them needy for each other before they get caught in the middle of the act?

AN: in case you didn’t know, I’m a slut for atsumu and this thought came to mind early in the morning. Hope you enjoy; like/comment or reblog is appreciated! 💕

Warning: high school seniors , minors, grammar, smut, parents are home, lovebirds, caught??

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After a long and tiring four days, it’s finally Friday. You had taken your midterms and ‘Tsumu had long practices and midterms on top of it. You both didn’t really have time for each other until today.

During class, He asked if you wanted to do something after his practice but you didn’t want to. You wanted time with your boyfriend. So you suggested staying over at his house for a few hours.

After dismissal, You were waiting for Tsumu by the school’s entrance after saying goodbye to your friends. After a few minutes, you heard his loud cocky voice and you turned your head to the source. He’s laughing along with his teammates as he talks about the upcoming game against karasuno.

“Haha…yeah. We’re so gonna win this and then -oh! Y/n-Chan~!” He said and waved at you. You smiled at him. Tsumu walks towards you in his white volleyball sweat suit and his backpack on his left shoulder.

“Hey Tsumu.” You looked up at him and smiled warmly.

“Hey Baby.” He cooed and gave a quick peck on your lips. “Were ya waiting for me?” He asked as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders while admiring your beautiful smile. You nodded and tip-toed to rub the tip of your nose with his.

“Get a room, you lovebirds!” Osamu said in disgust.

“Hey, y/n. Thanks for your review notes for English literature. It helped me a lot.” Suna said.

“Shut up, dumbass ‘Samu!” Atsumu turned his at his twin brother. You giggled at the twins and held Atsumu’s hand to signal to stop bickering with him. “Let’s go, Tsumu.”

“See ya guys tomorrow!!” He shouted and waved to his teammates. Osamu decided to go to Suna’s place to study for his upcoming exam and you and atsumu started walking together to his house.

Of course, the walk home took forever because Atsumu’s kept kissing you in every corner with every chance he got. It was getting annoying but you didn’t complain, nevertheless. Finally, the two of you have made it to the front door of his house and atsumu unlocked it.

“Tadaima.” He said while taking of his shoes and you did the same.

Ah! Okaeri, Atsumu! Oh - and y/n~!” His mom said happily in her apron. “Osamu?”

“He’s stayin’ at Suna’s house to study and will eat dinner late, ma.”

“ I see. Well I’m preparing dinner now so you two can hang out together for a while, okay? Make yourself at home, y/n!” She smiled at you and walked back to the kitchen.

“Yes, Mrs. Miya and thank you. Let me know if you’d like me to hel-“ you were cut off when atsumu took your hand and walked up the stairs.

“I thought ya wanted to chill with me, baby.” He said walking up stairs. “We haven’t seen each other since Monday and that was before exams started.” He opened his bedroom door.

“Sorry, Tsumu. She’s so nice I can’t help it.” You giggled as you watched him fall on his back on the bed - feet still on the floor. “You should be more nice to your mother. Especially when there’s guests in the house.” You said and walked to get a game controller and turned on his PlayStation.

“I guess…” he said offhandedly as he took his phone out and unlocked it. Reading his notifications. You shook your head and focused on what game you want to play.

Assassins Creed or God of War? you held the two games up and decided on playing the former. You walked to astumu and leaned to quickly kiss him on the lips before turning your back to the TV.

Both of your knees lay on each side of his legs on the bed as you sat in his lap. You pressed X to “continue playing.”

The sounds of clashing and screaming fills the unlit room. He’s scrolling through his tik tok watching volleyball videos. Once in a while you hear him snort at something he watched and his lower body moved abit.

“Oh my god. I gotta show them this video before practice.” He said to himself while laughing. Once in a while, atsumu looks over his phone to check on you by caressing the back of your calf. You give a small “mmm” to let him know that you’re okay and then he looks back down at his phone.

Minutes have passed and you both start to smell food that has just started cooking. But you don’t say anything. Atsumu spreads his legs a little more so that he won’t get a cramp; but to also not lose the feeling of your warm weight above him.

“What time is it, Tsumu?”

“Mm..’is almost 6pm. Ya wanna snack?” He said as he raised himself and laid his chin on your shoulder with his arms wrapped around your waist and looked at the tv screen. “Not really, I thought I lost track of time even though it’s been like 30 minutes or something.” You shrugged and leaned back against his chest.

“Alrighty then.” He sighed and kissed your neck after pulling your collar down. “Don’t forget ta Press O and X to shoot and run at the same time,babe. Running away ain’t gonna help ya.” He said as he looked up at the screen again. You giggled “wanna help me, Tsumu?”

“Nah. Ya on your own. I know ya can do it, babe.” He chuckled. However, when you’re struggling to survive in the game you bounced on him in annoyance.

He gasped at the feeling. One arm is wrapped around your waist and his other hand moved down under your skirt - to lay it on your inner thigh. His hand is so warm that you spread your knees wider to feel more of his touch. But you didn’t think much of it.

“I need to look for more knives and a spot to hide.” You mumbled to yourself.

Atsumu moved his hand down in your thigh- Close to your panties and caresses it. You looked down at the action that’s happening under your uniform skirt and turned your head to him. “Tsumu? What are you doing?” You asked. “Jus’ wanna feel ya, is all.” He said looking at you with slight smirk. “I missed you so much.” He ended with a pout.

“I’m right here.” You snorted as you turned your head back to the game. Atsumu hummed in agreement and kissed your right cheek.

A few more minutes passed and the level of the game gets harder that you didn’t realize that your body is leaning a bit forward - your lower body grounding itself on your boyfriend. His member, that is.

You felt his fingers brush lightly against your covered area. The feeling was distracting you from the sudden ambush in the game. So you leaned forward more to slightly lift yourself from the gentle touch.

Atsumu smirked when he looked up at you. He knows you’re trying to evade him. He Lightly chuckled as the fact that you’re Pretending that you don’t like it. But that doesn’t stop his fingertips from rubbing against your covered pussy no matter how much you try to push yourself away.

“Tsumu, stop”. You said softly. You’re being mindful about his Mom for crying out loud! Plus she’s making dinner. But it’s been a while since you’ve been close to him. So…to play “devils advocate”, You used this opportunity to grind on his clothed member. Slowly with good measure while battling a random beast in the forest.

Atsumu leaned back a bit as he looks at you - watching you grind on him from the back. “Babe…” He breathed. Mesmerized by you grinding on him.

“Shut up. You started this, tsumu.” You retort and blushed.

You can’t see his face but he’s biting his lip as he’s looks at the side of your face. “But I got a better idea, babe.” He whispered close to your ear. His hot breathe made clench -on nothing- but you’re low key curious about what he’s thinking about.

He slowly pushes your panty aside and starts to rub your clit in circles. The feeling of his fingertips feels rough but the friction feels so good as you’re starting to get wet. Still sitting on his lap in reverse - laying both knees on each side of his legs, jut your hips forward to grind on his fingertips.

“Mm…” you bit your lip when you clenched again at the sensation. Pausing the game, “Tsumu, put it in.” You said impatiently. He pulled out his cock and rubbed it between your wet lips and then aligned himself in your entrance. You slowly lowered yourself as his girth slid inside you easily thanks to your arousal.

You heard Atsumu mouth a heavy breath against your ear and felt him place his hands on your upper thighs as you began to grind on him and went back to the game. “Oh fuck, baby” he moaned and laid his forehead on your shoulder.

You mouth shaped an “o” when you felt him throb inside you as you played the game. His big hands gripped and caressed your inner thighs mimicking how his cock feels inside of you before he kissed your neck lovingly.

“Unh…Tsumu.” You moaned. You love it when he feels you up. Touching and caresses you in a perfect rhythm.

“Mmm..”he hummed in response. Too focused on your hips grinding in circles and your pussy clenching him every time. He moves one of his hands down to rub your clit with his fingertips to reward you.

This time, you lift yourself and dropped. he moaned a “Ohh..!” a bit loudly and moved his hands on your hips to keep you in place. “Ohh fuck.” He hissed and picked up the remote to raise the volume. You smiled at the tv screen on purpose. “Mmm…just like that, baby.” Atsumu groaned as you kept moving in circles- jutting your hips forward every time the veins on his cock rubbed against your clit.

The bed bounced as you topped him in reverse and Atsumu’s hands never left your hips to anchor you. Especially when he scooted off the edge of his bed a little to thrust deeply into you. You yelped at a particularly hard thrust that you almost dropped the game controller. “Tsumu..!” You whispered to him loudly.

“Mmmm…?” He said while bucking up against you deeply. You weren’t sure if that was an answer or a moan as you were distracted by his long strokes. You wanted to protest but the sensation and the pace was too much.

You forgot about the game as You were breathless each time he hit that spot and the bouncing of your breasts inside your buttoned down shirt made you feel hot. Especially his grip on your hips which will definitely leave marks on you.

You try to call his name offhandedly due to the bouncing. “Tsu-!”

“Atsumu? Y/n? You two are okay?” His mother said. The two of you snapped your heads to the door as she tried to turn the bedroom knob.

It’s locked.

“Yeah we’re good. We’re jus’ playing my video game.”

“Oh. Y/n? Do you need anything? A snack or water?”

“Ah..erm..n-no thank you, Mrs. Miya” you managed to say. Still breathless -in disguise- as you’re currently getting bottomed out by Atsumu who doesn’t know when to stop. Especially right now.

“Okay. Well dinner will be ready in about 15 minutes.” She said softly and walked downstairs.

“A-atsumu!” You said breathlessly as he puts both hands under your knees and lays on his back and started thrusting slowly and deeply. He grinds in circles; Focused on the feeling of your tight walls and pussy taking him so well. You winced at the feeling of your sore legs but eventually relieved now that it’s raised after laying them on the bed for a long time.

“Ugh…Your pussy feels so good, baby.” He groaned and spreads your legs wider to get deeper into your pussy. You look down at the action. His thighs hitting the back of yours, your ass jiggling each time he’s bucking into you. You can even see the red tip of his cock reappearing each time.

You’re breathing uncontrollably due to his controlled thrusts. Your breasts bouncing in your buttoned shirt that you bit your lip and dropped your head back and closed your eyes. You even dropped the game controller on to the side.

“Rub that clit for me, baby.” He said breathing heavily. You followed and rubbed it in circles as you suddenly whined when you clenched tightly at the sensation. Atsumu responded by changing his pace quickly that you moaned his name, heavily.

He raises his head off the bed and opens his mouth. breathing heavily at the feeling of your pussy clenching him. “That’s it,baby. That’s it.” He whispers knowing that your climax is reaching soon.

“Yeah..yeah.” He breathed. feeling your pussy clench and starts squelching at his thrusts. He raised himself and his hands holds on to your inner thighs as he bucks into you. You turn face to the side a bit to kiss him passionately.

“Tsumu, I’m gonna cum…” you breathed into his mouth.

“We’re almost there, baby” he smiled in the kiss and wraps an around you as the other starts to rub your clit with enough measure. You moved your hands to the sides to grip the sheets.

You hips starts to gyrate and you breathe hastily in his mouth as you reach your climax. “Unh…s-sumu” you moaned as he bucks fast to reach his climax too.

He rubs your clit in circles quickly. “Ugh.! Ah..ah..” You said breathlessly each time in his mouth as you squirted on the bedsheets and on the floor. “That’s my girl.” He praised before he grunted and pulled out.

“Mmm…” he said kissing you deeply while still rubbing your sore clit, softly. He puts his cock back inside and slowly rolls his hips because he just can’t get enough of your warmth. Tongue kissing you and kissing you again passionately.

You broke the kiss and looked at him in the eyes. He looks so pussy drunk. you think to yourself. You giggled at his face as you grinded your throbbing pussy against his fingertips. “Mmm..Tsumu…let’s clean up.”

“Hmm..?” He looking at you expectantly now caressing your spreaded inner thighs.

Your pussy must have taken him to another world or something. You think again. “So…I need to get up now, dummy” you giggled.

His eyes widened. “Ohhh..yeah. We should.” He smiled droopily. You pinched his cheek.

You lift yourself off of his lap and walked -limped- to his dresser to get towels. Atsumu chuckled. “Ya need help with that, baby?” He asked while putting his dick back in his sweat pants.

You rolled your eyes as you threw a towel at his face and slowly bent down to clean up the mess on the floor.

“Atsumu! Y/n! Come downstairs. Dinner is ready!” His mother announced.

The thought of going downstairs worries you because of your sore legs that your face couldn’t hide the pain. What would his mom think caused it? You were playing videos games. You don’t want her to be suspicious.

“You sure about that baby?” Atsumu asked as he looked at you while he pulling the bedsheet from his bed.

“Shut up, Tsumu!” You pouted and threw the wet towel but you missed.

Atsumu chuckled. “Ha! You missed.” He sticked his tongue out.

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malereadermaniac · 8 months

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Late Night Talkin' ~ Atsumu Miya x Male Reader

Referance to NSFW!

FwB -> Lovers????

One-sided feelings (Atsumu) -> reciprocated feelings

MDNI! FEM-DNI!

You met Atsumu when you became the manager of Inarazaki's team

You two clicked quite quickly, with flirty banter and the two of you being able to hold conversation pretty well together

Sure, you did find the blonde hot, but never anything more than that

"Oi blondie! Stop shouting at your teammates!" You shout from the sidelines as Atsumu kicks off when Suna fails to block a ball

"ITS NOT MY FAULT HE SUCKS ASS!" Atsumu shouts back as he points at the boy

It came as a shock to you when Atsumu made a move on you after having too much sake on a school trip

The two of you were on the floor of the bedroom when Atsumu leaned over to you, held your chin in his rough hand, and sloppily shoved his tongue down your throat

So once he sobered up, the two of you came to an agreement - friends with benefits.

A great solution for you, but Atsumu definitely still has some feelings for you

The best part is that because you're still friends, after Atsumu fucks you until your ass is bruised, you two lay in bed together and talk about anything and everything

"Do you ever think about the future, (y/n)?" Atsumu asks, looking over at you, his hands behind his head showing off his muscles

"Yeah all the time haha... I worry about it a lot, but I also Fantasise about it" you say with a chuckle, looking the blonde in the eyes

Atsumu blushes at the intimate eye contact

"Oh yeah? About what?" He asks with the friendliest yet most flirtatious tone he could

"If I want kids or not, marriage, jobs, houses, boring shit haha..." you chuckle

"What about you, Blondie?"

"Pretty much the same, I'm pretty dead set on a lot of things though"

"Oh yeah? Like what?" You ask with a smile

"I'm definitely going to be a pro-volleyball player, I'm not working some shitty office job..."

"Haha! Like that's gonna happen" you laugh, hitting Atsumu's shoulder with the back of your hand in laughter

"Oi! I'm so good at Volleyball! You should know Mr. Manager" Atsumu shouts in offense

"Yeah you are, to be fair you have a good shot at it..." you mumble, staring at the ceiling

"I'm not too sure on kids, marriage is a definite for me though... what about you?" Atsumu looks over, admiring you with gentle eyes

"Ummm... yeah I go back and forth with the idea of children, I don't need to get married - but if my future boyfriend really wants to, I would go along with it hehe"

Atsumu watches you as you ramble quietly, he loves your voice, your body, your personality, and he fucking loves the way your eyes drift from his eyes to his muscles to the point that you have to drag them back

"But yeah... I'm quite scared of the future..." you admit as you end your mini-rant

"Yeah I get you... But I know one thing's for certain..."

"Yeah? And what's that, 'tsumu?"

Fuck he loved it when you called him that

"I want you in my future for as long as possible, (y/n)..." he says as he turns his head to you, looking lovingly into your eyes

Silence fills the room for a split second

"Haha... Don't say things like that 'Tsumu!" You blush a dark colour as you swat Atsumu away with your hand

"Why not?" He jokes with a smile, but he's worried on the inside

".... 'cause I might actually fall for you" you mumble

"Please do, (y/n)!-" atsumu says with a passion in his eyes as he grabs your hands in his

"- I've said it before and I'll say it again. I love you, (y/n)"

"Shut up, Blondie!" You blush more and laugh

"No! Why don't you want to admit to yourself that you like me back!" Atsumu shouts, frustration now taking over

"I... I don't know...my last relationship didn't go very well so I guess I just don't wanna get my heartbroken again..." you mumble, tears pricking the sides of your eyes as Atsumu'a grip tightens on your hands

"I promise you, (y/n)... Even if it kills me, I won't ever break your heart" Atsumu's usual tone is fully gone, replaced by a serious and passionate tone

"Okay... I like you 'tsumu, I probably even love you. But gimmie a little while longer?" You plead with the blonde

"Of course... Now wanna go for a second round, Mr. Manager?"

"You horny fuck... Yes I do"

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ventitititi · 1 year

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MORE bully tsumu please! how about reader ignores him in class by pretending to be super engrossed in her books so later mr miya forces her to read her book while shes struggling to take him? just a little drabbly drabble pls!

Just a lil low effort drabble for you nonny, hope you enjoy! <33

Cw/tw: afab!reader, nsfw content, mild dacryphilia, nicknames (sweetheart, sweet cheeks, slut),

Your form trembled below atsumu, who's large hands were currently tugging your hips closer to his. Your struggling to focus on the book in your shaking hands, lines blurring slightly with the tears in the corner of your eyes.

"can't, tsumu! S'too big..."

He slaps your hip in reproach, not easing his pace as he bullies his thick cock into your cunt. "S'fine, sweet cheeks, I'll make it fit, you just keep reading that little book of yours."

He's groaning as he finally bottoms out, reaching under you to rub sticky circles into your clit. You drop the book and he tsks, picking it back up.

"sweetheart, i told ya to read it. I never said stop."

You whimper, shakily grasping the novel and opening to a random page. He peeks over your shoulder, never easing on your clit as he begins to thrust.

"why dont'cha read f'me, sweet cheeks?"

You stutter and moan through broken sentences out of the book, the poetic prose unsuited to the lewd smacking the space between your legs in making in time with atsumus thrusts.

Atsumu smirks, groaning lowly at the sound of your moans. "Just like that, what a good little slut you are..."

You clench unconciously onto him, dropping the book once more and collapsing into a trembling heap.

Atsumu doesn't comment, just picks up his pace. "Well, if you can't read for me i may as well fuck you like a well and proper whore, huh?"

#: ̗̀➛lost is a good place to startೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ #: ̗̀➛whiskey in a teacupೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ #hq atsumu #atsumu drabble #atsumu smut #atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader smut #hq x reader #hq smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #fem!reader

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osamusriceballs · 4 months

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The Accident - Part XIV

Atsumu x fem reader

Warnings: Alcohol

Words: ~ 2.3 k

About: Meeting Atsumu- not in the way you planned though >.<

Part I II -> Next Part

"How would you feel about maybe going out tonight? Hinata and Kageyama will be there too. They would love to see you again, y/n!" You press the phone against your ear and listen to Yachi's cheerful voice while you get a glass of water. "I'd rather stay at home, if that's alright with you." Yachi breaths out deeply at your reply, and you embarrassedly scratch the back of your head.

"That's okay. Is it... because you're still thinking about him?" She carefully asks, and your heart skips a beat when your thoughts drift to him.

She's talking about Atsumu, who still hasn't tried to contact you after more than a month- and you still stalk his Instagram every day, kind of hoping that he'll notice you. A part of you finds yourself very pathetic for that, but you know that you'll let him go eventually. Or at least you hope that you'll be able to. You still feel a pang in your heart whenever you receive a letter addressed to "Mrs. Miya" or when you look at the diamond ring that you finally put aside in a box in your nightstand.

"A bit, yeah. But it's not because of him. I'm just a bit tired. I'll probably go to bed early today."

She hums and hesitates for a second. "If you need me, or if you need to talk about him again, you know that you can always reach out to me, 'kay?" You smile fondly at her words, her concern for you making you feel a bit more at ease, because you know she'll always be on your side. "Thank you. Have fun and say hello to Hinata and Kageyama!"

"I will!"

You both say goodbye, and then you end the call. A relaxing night with a good TV show and a facial mask sounds just perfect to you. And this also might help you to get Atsumu off your mind.

xxx

The shrill ringing sound of your phone wakes you in the middle of the night, and you're alert when you blindly reach out for the phone and see the contact's name.

Osamu Miya is calling

You remember when he had given you his card back then at Onigiri Miya's while Atsumu was using the restroom, just in case anything ever happens, and you had saved his contact without giving it much thought but never reached out to him. Why would he call you in the middle of the night?

You hesitate but finally take the call.

"Hello?"

"Y/n? It's Osamu. I know you probably don't wanna talk to me too, but can I ask for a favor?"

You're in shock when you hear his familiar voice, even more so when you hear his request. "Uhm... what favor?"

"It's about—ya know. Tsumu. He's... kinda unstable ever since ya ignored him. I wanted—" You frown at his words and can't help yourself but to interrupt him.

"Wait a second. What do you mean ignored him?"

You sit up straight in your bed, all your fatigue gone instantly. "The message he left last week? Listen, I get it, he is an idiot, and he is a little pain in the ass, I wouldn't listen to him either."

You blink confused, having no clue what he's talking about and he seems to interpret your silence as agreement.

"Forget it. Y/n, the favor. Can ya come over at Onigiri Miya's? He's drunk and dumb, and I can't do this anymore. I don't know what'll happen if he keeps up with that attitude."

You hold your breath while you listen to him, and your jaw drops at his words. "I- I don't know what to say. If you really need me, I'll come. I don't know if I can be much of a help though."

"Yes. Yes, we need ya here. Ya need a taxi? I can get ya one." He is quick to offer and you hear him sigh in relief.

"Uhm... yes, that would be good. Thanks." You hear a loud shout in the back and the sound of a shattering glass and flinch subconsciously. Osamu curses and yells something inaudible before you hear him clearly again.

"You're welcome. Thank ya for helpin' me out."

"Uhm... sure? I Shouldn't you call his girlfriend though?" Osamu yells another time and you nervously fidget with the blanket in your hands.

"His girlfriend? Wait. Ya actually met her? No wonder ya never tried to reach out. Forget that freak real quick, just come here. He can explain that whole thing to ya."

You stay silent and then nod. This might be the only way for you to find out what really happened back then. "Okay. He'll have a lot of explaining to do, though."

"Sure."

You nod and hang up the call to get off the bed, your whole body feeling electrified. You definitely wouldn't have thought that you'd meet him so soon- leave alone tonight. But thinking about how you've been feeling during these past few weeks, you know that you need this. You need to talk to Atsumu Miya, and you need to talk to him tonight.

xxx

You take a deep breath when you finally stand in front of Onigiri Miya. Not exactly how you expected your Saturday night to go, but here you are. At 2:10 am.

You hesitantly reach out for the door and pause. How will he react when he sees you? Has Osamu already told him that you'll come? How will you react when you see him? You push the door open with sweaty palms and you're met with a sight you did not expect.

Atsumu is sitting at the counter of the restaurant with Osamu standing right next to him, both of them yelling at each other and Osamu wildly gesticulating and throwing a towel. You spot two bottles of beer behind them on the counter and you're pretty sure that they are both from Atsumu. They both don't seem to notice you, still too absorbed into their fight.

The door loudly falls shut behind you and both suddenly stop yelling—not that you could even get a single word—but the sudden silence is almost awkward. They turn to you, and they both just look at you like you're a ghost, without saying anything. You wait for a few seconds, but can't stand any more awkwardness when the silence stretches longer.

"Uhm... hello?"

Atsumu suddenly gets on his feet and approaches you, and you stand there frozen when you see his red-rimmed eyes and the way he's almost stumbling while trying to reach you. Before he gets even close to you, he suddenly falls to the ground, his feet clumsily tangling with each other.

"Atsumu!" you quickly get closer and kneel next to him, concern evident in your voice, and he heavily gets on his arms and lifts his upper body just enough to look at you. You stare wide-eyed at him, your hands hesitantly reaching out for him but pausing mid-air while you look down at him.

"Y/n?" It sounds a bit slurred, and you nod with a frown.

"Yeah." You awkwardly stare at him while he clumsily takes a seat on his ass, his eyes now shining happily while he watches you. "I missed ya." You force a smile on your lips that you hope doesn't look too bitter. He pinches his eyes together, and one of his hands comes to your cheek—almost slapping you, and you flinch a bit when he leans a bit closer, the strong alcohol in his breath evident when he exhales deeply. "Ya don't look happy." He looks sad while he watches your face, and you suddenly feel tears in your eyes. "I'm... you hurt me, Atsumu." You know that he is intoxicated, and that he is in no state to give you a proper answer, but you still needed to get this off your chest.

"Hurt?" he echoes, his eyebrows furrowed while he's trying to understand your words. "Don't wanna hurt ya."

You nod and gently take his hand to remove it from your cheek and hold it. He looks kind of cute sitting there on his ass, and you simply stare at him, a part of you wanting to cry while another part wants to yell at him, but you just stay silent.

You hear someone clear his throat and look at Osamu standing behind him and watching you both attentively. "Don't wanna interrupt, but I wanna go home. I couldn't get him to leave tonight. It's gotten worse since last week. Since that message he left ya."

"What message?" You frown and direct your attention to Osamu. He raises an eyebrow and gestures towards Atsumu. "The one in which he pathetically asked ya to talk to him?"

You shake your head. "I didn't get a message from him."

"Oh." You look blankly at Osamu, and he looks blankly at you. Atsumu's hand suddenly tightens around you, and he whines cutely. "Y/n! Talk to me- yer here for me!" Osamu rolls his eyes and sighs deeply.

"I'm sorry. I was just so annoyed, couldn't stand him. It's fine if ya don't wanna give me a hand here."

"No, I can... I can help you out. What do you want me to do?" You try to ignore how your skin prickles where Atsumu starts to rub circles on the back of your hand, something that feels surprisingly way too intimate for you.

"Can ya help me get him home? I can get ya a taxi or- wait. Do you have a driver's license?"

You nod, and Osamu smiles happily. "Ya wanna drive his car then? Don't worry about the insurance, it's all good. You're officially married after all." He snorts at that and grabs Atsumu's bag to search for the keys. "It's only fair that ya get to drive his damn car then."

Your eyes go wide when you think about driving Atsumu's luxurious car, but you know that Atsumu does not live too far away, so you hesitantly nod, thinking about how nice Osamu has always been to you and how you want to help him out of this misery. And since you're already here, you can at least help him get Atsumu back.

You turn to Atsumu and try to smile as sweetly as you can. "Atsumu? Will you come with me then?" Atsumu seems to have a hard time understanding what you want from him, but finally nods and grabs your hand tighter while he tries to get on his feet. Osamu is quick to come from behind and to pull on his shoulders until he's fully standing, and you raise your brows when you see Atsumu barely pulling himself together. "I'll help ya get him in the car. I need to close the store; will you manage on your own after that? You can call if you need me."

You nod wearily and watch him carry Atsumu basically to the front door, when Atsumu starts complaining. "Y/n, come with us—" he whines and grabs your hand tighter, and you actually smile a bit when he's pouting adorably. "I'm here. Don't worry."

It feels like an eternity to get Atsumu in the car when he calls for you every few seconds and wants to make sure you're still with him, but Osamu finally managed to get Atsumu on the passenger seat where he starts snoring after a few moments.

Osamu sighs and rubs his eyes. "If he's not waking up when yer at his place, ya can call me. I'll take care of him then."

You nod and take the car keys with a slight hint of nervousness. You're just glad that the streets are basically empty at this time, so it should be fine for just a few minutes of driving. And technically, you're still his wife, so this should be fine, even if you scratch it accidentally. Osamu looks at you and nods, and you grab the keys tighter. "Thank you." Osamu opens the car door for you, and you slowly get on the seat. "I really appreciate it. Yer gettin' a free meal when yer comin' to Onigiri Miya next." You softly laugh at his comment and nod. "I'll come back to that offer."

He grins and yawns tiredly. "Drive safely."

You turn on the engine, and you wave at him. "You too. See ya."

"See ya."

xxx

The ride went smoothly, and you couldn't be more thankful when you finally park the car in the spacious garage. Atsumu has simply been snoring next to you, just mumbling a few inaudible things every now and then and the streets were basically empty at this time. You exit the car and open the door on his side, softly shaking his shoulder. "Atsumu? Can you come with me? Atsumu?" You coo, trying to softly wake him up, and he finally opens his eyes, still groggy and sleepy. "Y/n?"

"Yes, it's me. Will you come with me?"

He seems to have a hard time understanding what you want from him again, but he nods.

"Come here." You wrap Atsumu's arm around your shoulders and desperately pull him with you, and he finally gives in and lets you take him out of the car. "Y/n... missed ya. Yer gonna stay the night? Ya can have my bed. We can share. Share with my pretty- wife." He hiccups, and you take a deep breath to suppress your feelings. He sounds so genuine and cute, you almost want to believe his words. "Come on. We can talk about that later."

You have no idea how long it takes you to bring him to the elevator—more like drag him to the elevator—but you sigh in relief when you press the familiar number, even though the elevator has brought you so many painful memories by now. He mumbles some barely understandable words in your neck, his weight heavily resting on your body while you pull him with you as soon as the doors open.

"Come on, we're almost there."

"Hmm... coming." He lulls, following your direction, and you both finally make it around the corner—only to find someone already standing there. A familiar face that you hoped to never see again.

"You?"

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six years passed | osamu miya

pairing: osamu miya x reader

warning: angst, hurt/no comfort, me failing at doing the miya accent, osamu being lovesick heartbroken pathetic all at the same time, reader is in the wrong 100%, idk please be nice i worked really hard on this, potential for part 2 but who knows with me

wc: 4.6k

sometimes, osamu would check your old social media profiles to see if you had been active. you never were.

it had been six years exactly since you ran away without saying goodbye to anyone. osamu had shown up to your house the next morning, the morning after their birthday, only for your parents to tell him that you weren’t there. they hadn’t heard from you. no one had. they didn’t seem to care much, though that didn’t surprise him. and it seemed like everyone else got over your disappearance quickly. after two weeks he noticed they’d stopped comments on your posts, ‘tsumu said he stopped texting you. after a month they stopped saying your name, and after two it felt like life had officially moved on without you. for everyone except osamu.

“are ya comin’ out with us today?” his twin asked, peaking his head in osamu’s room, “everyone’s ‘round. wanna go out fer drinks or somethin’.” atsumu knew that ‘samu would decline the offer. this day had been hard on all of them, they all missed you. but over the years the ache had lessened and they had stopped getting caught up in it. not osamu, though.

“can’t ya tell ‘m busy?” osamu groaned, moving his face out of his pillow. he forgot that everyone would be in tokyo tonight. it’d be the first time in awhile that they’d be able to make it to tokyo to celebrate the twins’ birthday. he’d feel guilty if he missed it, but did they really have to schedule it for today? certainly ‘tsumu had remembered what day it was. “don’ really think i’d be muchuva good time.”

“‘samu,” atsumu sighed, walking further into his brother’s room, “i know s’hard for ya, but don’ ya think it’s ‘bout time ya stop sulkin’ over it?” he sat at the edge of ‘samu’s bed, not wanting to invade his space too much. “i mean, i know they meant a lot t’ya ‘nd all, but s’been years. y/n wouldn’t want ya to still be so stuck.”

osamu wanted to scoff at his brother, but he knew ‘tsumu meant well. afterall, it was a little pathetic for him to be sulking in his room over someone at the age of twenty-four. it was easy for ‘tsumu to say all of those things. even though it felt unfair to hold over his brother’s head, you two had only been friends. osamu had been dating you. for a long time, at that. two and a half years together before you ran away, not counting the years of friendship before that. doing the math in his head quickly, it had been close to five years that you had known each other.

osamu hated the idea of you being gone for longer than he had known you.

“dunno. gimme a few hours, ‘nd i’ll get back to ya,” osamu tried to dismiss his brother, which thankfully worked. he enjoyed living with his brother, ‘tsumu was away a lot of the time anyway for volleyball games or whatever so he got to spend most of his time alone. but on the other hand it meant that on days like today, when all osamu wanted to do was rot in his bed, ‘tsumu made that harder. they always had each other’s best interest in mind, and sometimes that was infuriating.

osamu laid in his bed for another hour before he decided that going out with his friends would be the best. he missed them, the five of them never had time to get together anymore. he was pretty sure the last time they had all been together would’ve been when kita introduced them to his girlfriend (also when they announced their pregnancy). the baby had definitely been born by now and osamu still hadn’t met him. that wasn’t entirely his fault though, whenever he’d go to the kita’s farm for more fresh rice (osamu refused to get anything else for onigiri miya, he trusted kita with his life and restaurant) mrs. kita would be out with their son, or osamu had been in too much of a rush to meet the little one. and don’t begin bring up suna’s girlfriend- osamu was pretty sure suna would never let him live down the fact that they hadn’t met yet.

osamu somehow just realize how horrible he had been to his friend’s and their families.

with a sigh, osamu found himself standing in front of the mirror hanging off the back of his bathroom door. he frowned at the sight of himself, hair a wreck wearing the same onigiri miya shirt from his previous day’s work. he hadn’t realized that he looked just as bad as he felt until just now (probably because this was the first time he had really gotten out of bed for the day).

it took him twenty minutes in the shower to feel like he had gotten the previous day’s work ick off his body; and an additional five minutes of standing under the showerhead as the water got colder to convince himself going out was a good idea. he hadn’t officially told ‘tsumu yet, so it wasn’t too late to back out. he didn’t want to be around a bunch of people who’d be enjoying themselves, laughing like today wasn’t a bad day for all of them. for him.

“‘samu have ya decided- oh, ya showered!” atsumu had a wide smile on his face, one that made osamu realize immediately that he wouldn’t be able to tell his brother no. “so yer comin’ out with us?” asumu studied his brother’s face closely, watching as his expression went from ‘no, ya moron’ to ‘fine, i guess’.

“yes.”

“awesome!” atsumu cheered, immediately pulling out his phone to text their little group chat they’d had since high school (that osamu had muted since almost the day it started- suna sent way too many memes back in the day). “we’ll leave ‘ere soon, that okay?” it didn’t really matter what ‘samu would say back, atsumu knew if he left it to his brother they’d never leave. “i’ll be knockin’ in fifteen.”

— – - – — – - – —

he didn’t know it at the time, but osamu would soon learn the universe works in mysterious ways.

he didn’t regret going out with the other’s, not by any means. getting to know kita’s fiancée and suna’s girlfriend had been an amazing time, they meshed into the group very well. he couldn’t believe he hadn’t done this sooner (don’t let him lie, he absolutely could believe it). but it didn’t take long for his mind to wander, thinking he could hear your voice in the crowded bar.

even though he knew that your voice had probably changed over the last six years, he figured it hadn’t changed that much. and he knew that he’d be able to pick your laugh out of a stadium full of people (he did often during highschool volleyball games). he kept looking around the bar trying to find out, thinking he had been casual enough with it that the other’s wouldn’t notice.

but atsumu did, of course. because of course atsumu would, he sense a shift in ‘samu from the other side of the house. he watched with a nervous face as ‘samu looked around the room, a hurt-puppy type expression on his face. he sighed, realizing now that maybe he shouldn’t have had ‘samu come out with them. even if they were celebrating their birthday, and it wouldn’t be the same without him, it was a hard day for him. if he were being honest, atsumu requested they do it on this day intentionally. they all had a hard time today, even if everyone else had gotten over it more than ‘samu had. they all found themselves mourning the loss of their friend, and being together to do so would be better than the five of them doing it alone.

atsumu nudged kita, who was sat next to him. silently signaling the older man to get ‘samu’s attention. “osamu,” kita grabbed his younger friend’s attention, “how’s onigiri miya been doin’? are ya due fer more rice soon?”

“oh,” osamu let out a little nervous laugh, running his hand though his hair, “meant to get to ya about that soon, but didn’t want to talk business while we were out,” he smiled at them, “i’ll probably order double the amount that i did last time. the more i buy the bigger discount, right?”

kita smiled, a chuckled escaping his lips. “sure, i guess i can manage that fer ya,” he gave osamu a nod before changing the topic to something that osamu didn’t have to put his full attention into.

suna’s girlfriend started chatting to kita and his fiance about wedding things, aran, ‘tsumu, and suna all chatting about recent volleyball things. he knew they weren’t doing it intentionally, but osamu felt very alone. a feeling he had never felt while sitting in the group of his brother and best friends, he hated it.

osamu had been ready to leave, standing to excuse himself from the table and say goodnight to his friends. but something told him to look to his left, a weird little twinge in his stomach, the same feeling he’d got when he told ‘tsumu he wasn’t going to pursue volleyball. dread, guilt, hope. he almost had to do a double take, but god you were unmistakable. sitting at the table with a friend at the other side of the bar.

“‘samu, the hell ‘re ya- oh my god,” atsumu looked in the direction that ‘samu had been, his eyes falling straight to you as well. “well i’ll be damned..” he wasn’t sure what to do. on one hand, he wanted to go up to you. he wanted to ask you how you’d been, where you’d been. but, even with their sharp stares, you hadn’t noticed them, though he almost wished you had. you probably would’ve left if you saw them, and that would’ve been better for all of everyone.

by now the others noticed osamu standing completely still with an awestruck look on his face and atsumu staring in the same direction. osamu was too focused on your face to really hear what they said, but he definitely heard your name and a few profanities whispered.

“y/n, keep it casual, but there’s an entire table of hot guys staring at you,” your friend whispered, lightly shoving her head to your right. “like, really hot, holy shit.” at this point her face had turned a light shade of pink.

subtly had never been your thing; but surely if they had all been staring long enough for your very oblivious friend to notice then they wouldn’t mind if you made eye contact with at least one of them. you had it planned out in your mind already, you’d glance over your shoulder to meet eyes with one of the ‘hot’ men, wink, and then leave them (hopefully) flustered. maybe they’d argue over who you had winked at and have a little competition trying to get your number or something.

you brushed your hair over your shoulder, mentally replaying your little plan over and over in your head. eye contact, wink, look away. you were confident in yourself, excited to get a free drink or two from a guy probably far too drunk to be making financial decisions. however you did not expect to be greeted by the shocked faces of four of your high school best friends, and the heartbroken look from the boyfriend you never officially broke up with.

it felt like the wind had been knocked out of you the second you met osamu’s eyes. like you were going to throw up or pass out, maybe both. everything you had been hiding from for the last six years stood right in front of you now and you didn’t know how to react. it seemed like osamu didn’t either.

“wait, that’s miya atsumu,” your friend whispered, realizing now that she knew the blond man, “like the volleyball player..”

“jesus, i know who they are,” you finally took your eyes off of osamu to gare at your friend. it wasn’t her fault, she didn’t know. you never told her about things before you came to tokyo, you figured the less you spoke of it the easier it would be to get over. and you were right for awhile, you had somehow managed to stop thinking about the twins and everyone else every single day after a year and a half of living in tokyo. now they only occupied your mind on days like their birthdays (the twins turned 24 yesterday), and the day you left.

today.

your friend seemed to notice the tension and excused herself to the bathroom, leaving you alone under the men’s stare. you didn’t look back up, rather directed your eyes down to the drink in front of you.

neither you or osamu wanted to be the first one to move. he felt like if he got any closer to you that you’d disappear. even though everyone else could clearly see you. he heard kita and suna explaining the situation to their partners, the recounting of his memories causing a pain in his chest: they didn’t know you. had kita and suna really never spoken about you? he hated that they all made it seem like you never existed after you left.

“are ya gonna go o’er there?” atsumu whispered to ‘samu, pushing him toward you. it had been three solid minutes of silence and staring, and atsumu had gotten tired of it. he knew that if he didn’t force his brother to go over there nothing would happen, because you definitely weren’t making any kind of effort to talk to them.

osamu’s body moved with the shove, finding himself standing right in front of you. his facial expression had finally changed from shock to pain as he sat in the free chair next to you. he knew he needed to think about what he would say next, worried that if he didn’t think it through he’d say something he’d regret.

what are you doing here? where have you been?

why did you leave me?

you finally looked away from your drink and spoke up, “we should go somewhere else and talk, miya,” you watched the way he reacted to being called by his last name. you had never done that before, because the twins hated being called by their last name. but it had been too long to call him anything else.

“since when d’ya call me that?” osamu let out a dry chuckle, unamused by your use of his surname. still he followed you outside, finally finding the right words to express the way he felt. “what the fuck, l/n,” your last name tasted sour in his mouth, he hated calling you that. but still, he hissed your name.

you flinched at osamu’s harsh use of language, you weren’t sure you had ever heard him speak that way to you before. not that you didn’t deserve it, of course you deserved it after everything you’d put him through. but still, you couldn’t help but shrink into yourself. “i know. i know i have a lot of explaining to do,” you hid your face in your hands, stopping in your place. it was late, only an hour or so until the bars would start closing, so the streets were empty. really only the two of you outside. “i just, i can’t. i don’t know what to say,”

“how ‘bout ya start with an apology?” he glared, but as soon as he saw the look on your face he felt guilty. how could he not when you look at him with those eyes? still, he kept his composure. “maybe an explanation as t’where ya’ve been the last six years?”

you struggled for a second, trying to find the right words. but there weren’t any, not really. none that could heal the pain you’ve caused him over the last six years, none that could even begin to make any sense to osamu. “i’m sorry,” you looked down at your fingers, picking at your cuticles, “really, i am. i would’ve told you that i was leaving but i couldn’t.”

“couldn’t?” osamu wanted to laugh, “y/n ya knew i would’ve followed ya to the ends of the earth if ya asked me. how could ya feel like ya couldn’t tell me?”

“that’s the issue, ‘samu!” your voice grew louder and broke, the lump in your throat making it’s way up. “you had so much going for you in hyogo. i couldn’t tell you i was leaving because i’d never forgive myself if you followed. and you would’ve. and i couldn’t let you talk me out of it. i had to go.” you tried not to let your tears fall. you didn’t deserve to cry, this wasn’t your moment. this was his, you needed to let him have it. he needed this.

it took osamu a full thirty seconds to process what you had said. you were right, if you had told him you were packing up and leaving he’d try and talk you out of it. and when (not if, because he knew you were very stubborn) that didn’t work, he’d go with you. but how could he not, even at eighteen osamu was pretty sure you were the person he would marry. he couldn’t see himself with anyone else. “so yer solution was t’disappear? not even havin’ the balls t’break up with me before hand?”

his words stung, you had to remind yourself that he needed to get this out. “it made sense at the time, ‘samu! i was eighteen. i needed away, it was a last minute decision. i spent all my money to get to tokyo in the middle of the night because i was too afraid that if i didn’t do it right then i’d be stuck and stay forever,” you weren’t trying to make excuses, you hoped he know that. “and once i was in tokyo, i didn’t want you to know. you would’ve skipped school, dropped all your plans, to come and find me. i figured if i ghosted, you’d worry for awhile and then get over it. get over me.”

get over you? surely you had to be joking, right? “do ya really believe that i had gotten over ya? that just leaving would make me magically forget ‘bout ya or somethin’? yer smarter than that, y/n,” osamu rolled his eyes, “i had it planned out in my head, how it’d go if i ever saw ya again. wanted t’give ya a piece of my mind and then leave ya standin’ alone dealin’ with it by yerself. but now that ‘m here, now that we’re here, all i can think about is how bad i missed ya this whole time. how ya still look the way i ‘member ya did.” osamu felt thankful you two had stopped in a dimly lit area, so you couldn’t see the redness in his face. he wasn’t sure if it had been from anger or embarrassment, but either way he didn’t want you to see it.

he felt pathetic. how could all of his anger fade away so quickly only to be replaced with the love he had never stopped feeling toward you? “couldja at leas’ break up with me? lemme move on ‘nd all,” his voice broke, a hand running down his face. he was trying not to cry, osamu hated crying.

the crack in osamu’s voice caught your attention. until this point you hadn’t understood how upset he had really been. you expected anger, maybe hatred. but for him to cry? you wouldn’t have expected that from him. even though you knew he wasn’t one to hold onto emotions like that, he had always been more mellow than his twin. at least in the years you had known him he had been. but osamu was different now, you could see that. his face may look the same, but he kept his hair natural now and his shoulders looked wider. everything about him just seemed more mature. “let you move on? ‘samu don’t tell me you’ve been alone this whole time?”

alone wasn’t the right word, surely. osamu wouldn’t describe himself a lonely, but he did stay single. he had told ‘tsumu (and everyone else) that it was because he wanted to focus on onigiri miya and everything else going on in his life the whole time. “nah, been too focused on the shop t’date. s’all,” he refused to tell you that he hadn’t dated anyone in six years because it felt wrong. whether it be because you two had never officially broken up or because he was just so in love with you that he didn’t want to be with anyone else (was there really a difference?) he wasn’t sure.

you knew osamu was lying, as it seemed his tells hadn’t changed over the years. but even if you wanted him to tell you the truth, you knew he would only tell you when he felt ready. so you didn’t push it any further. “maybe we should get together tomorrow,” you offered the idea, knowing osamu probably had a lot he wanted to say but in the moment he couldn’t find any of his words.

osamu wanted to object, he was worried that if he agreed to meet up tomorrow then you’d just disappear again. he’d have no chance of finding you if you ran off again. “‘m not sure that’s-”

“i won’t run off again,” you shook your head, knowing what he was trying to say before he even finished. he was right to be worrisome about it, you couldn’t blame him. “here,” you pulled out your phone and sent him a text, watching as he pulled it out at the sound of a text. you didn’t really want to tell him that you’d kept his number saved in your phone all these years just in case you decided to reach out, but he needed the extra level of reassurance. “now you know i won’t just run away. i really mean it, we should meet up tomorrow and talk about this some more.”

you could see the hesitance in his face, you felt bad that this was all happening. it was your fault, after all. maybe if you hadn’t been a stupid eighteen year old, if you had stopped being selfish for just a second back then, things wouldn’t be like this now.

you honestly wondered if things would’ve stayed the same between you and osamu. would you two have stayed together? would he still be running his restaurant here in tokyo (which yes, you knew about. your friends tried to drag you there on multiple occasions but you always found your way out, somehow)? there were so many things you knew you missed out on when running away, but you didn’t think you’d miss things you never had this badly.

“meet me at the shop,” osamu offers, “i open late on mondays. be there ‘round 11?”

of course he opened late on mondays. they had always been his least favorite day of the week, and now that he was in control of his schedule it didn’t surprise you that he’d make it that way. “i’ll be there.”

— – - – — – - – —

having all night to clear his head and put his thoughts into words didn’t really help osamu at all. in fact, he could barely sleep that night. he’d be running onigiri miya off of steam and vibes alone today.

maybe starting off his day with talking things out with you hadn’t been the best idea osamu had ever had. it would set the tone for the rest of the day, so he could only hope that it went well. though he wasn’t sure how it could, the best ending for the two of you would probably be to never speak again, if he were being honest with himself.

but that’s not what osamu wanted.

even though it was stupid of him (‘tsumu wouldn’t let him hear the end of it the night before), osamu knew that he didn’t want to just call things quits and give up. he was never much of a quitter before, and he sure as hell wasn’t now. but it would be hard, he knew that. to even begin to build any amount of trust between the two of you would take ages. you’d be lucky if things got better within a year.

when you showed up to onigiri miya you could see osamu moving around inside through the windows. he seemed worked up, pacing around in his own world. you watched him jump when you knocked on the door, a wave of relief seeming to wash over him when he saw your face. it made you feel bad, he had probably been nervous all morning as to whether or not you were actually going to show.

“mornin’,” he greeted, unlocking to door to let you in and relocking it behind you. he made sure that the sign was flipped to closed and that none of the exterior lights were on yet, he didn’t want anyone to interrupt this talk between you. “how’d ya sleep?”

like shit. you wanted to tell him, but you refrained. “good morning, i slept okay. yourself?” the tension between the two of you remained thick, neither of you wanted to be the first to break it. this was your mess, therefore your job to fix it. “so did you uh, get to think about things? collect all your thoughts?”

osamu sucked in a breath. even though that was the main reason you were both here (well, main reason you were here. this is his job), he wasn’t sure if he were ready yet. though if he were being honest, he’d probably never be ready. “i’ll let ya go first,” he sat down at a table, gesturing for you to sit across from him. you obliged, figuring that it was better than standing.

“i guess, is it stupid to ask if you’re mad at me?” you gave a small, pathetic little chuckle. you already knew the answer to that question. “i’m not even sure how i convinced myself that running away was a good idea. i know i told you last night that i had to do it right then or i thought i’d be stuck. i stand by that, i wouldn’t have left if i hadn’t done it right then. but you guys didn’t deserve to just be left in the dark like that. you didn’t deserve that, ‘samu. not from someone you loved,”

love. he wanted to correct you, but held back. “i wanna be mad at ya, i really do. t’be honest, y/n ya really deserve me t’be mad at ya. i jus’, i really need ya t’break up with me,” he was worried he sounded just as pathetic as he felt, asking for that. as if you disappearing hadn’t been a very clear indication of a breakup. but without the real words, osamu felt sick to his stomach any time he even thought about being with someone else. at least now he’d be able to try and move on properly.

“right,” you puffed out your cheeks. why were you so nervous? ‘breaking up’ shouldn’t be a big thing, you two had been apart all this time. so why now were you so hesitant? the thought of saying those words to osamu made you feel like you couldn’t breathe. your chest tightening as you tried to find the words. “osamu i… i think we should break up,”

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#osamu miya x reader #osamu miya angst #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #osamu x reader #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu angst #miya osamu #osamu miya #six years passed #syp!osamu #syp!reader

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koishua · 1 year

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going through ur masterlists giggling rn .. not only r they so cute but i am excited to read them some of them r just CALLING MY NAME

omg haha thank yew!! that's so sweet and kinda funny haha have fun going through them 🫶🫶

#ii. ( pt ) —! asks #oh wait i just realised you're the user i rbed the hqblr post from!! haha #i saw that you also liked tsumu 🤭🤭#as a fellow mrs miya atsumu you are so correct

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meguemii · 8 months

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You’re Very Pretty.

synopsis- he can never be yours. Suna was someone else’s and Atsumu could never be him.

extra info- small drabble, college au, slight angst, cheater! suna, second choice! atsumu, no comfort, lowercase intended

Navigation Station🚊

kissing in secret, sneaking glances, small unnoticeable touches. it always came easy to him, but to you? it was never enough. you wanted it all, yearned for it all but never allowed to have it. he never let you get close enough.

lights flashed, loud music played, people grinding against each other, loud laughs, people kissing without a care. nothing beat college parties. you wanted to go home, everything reminded you of him, or what could have been of him.

romanticizing him, the picture perfect version of him you had created in your head. you wanted to be the people kissing infront of people without a care in the world but it couldn’t be like that.

not when he already had a girlfriend, someone he got to do all this with, who got all of him and more. god you were an awful person, coming in between the two of them. if anyone found out about what you two did it would ruin their “perfect” relationship but by god you wanted someone to find out.

all those things he said you wanted to be true, the sweet nothings he’d tell you at 4am in your dorm room after he used your body, used your emotional availability.

“why are ya staring at mr sunarin missy? ya know aoi wouldn’t be happy if she saw this” jumping a bit at atsumu suddenly whispering in your ear as he snaked his arm around your waist and you sighed. “yeah, I know ‘tsumu. he’s just so pretty” you leaned back into his chest as you still stared at suna who talked with his gorgeous trophy esque girlfriend. aoi nakamura.

what did she have that you didn’t? why did it have to be her and not you? why were you hung up over suna rintaro when you had another man who fawned over you unlike him. someone who wanted to show you off, someone who wanted to give it all to you.

someone who appreciated you, a patient man, a caring man. a sweet friend.

“i’m pretty too ya know.”— “yes ‘tsumu, you are pretty. you’re very pretty.”

babies first drabble. go easy on me y’all😓 i couldn’t choose between using suna photos or atsumu but i ultimately went w my favourite boy :3

hope you guys liked this, i wasn’t sure how to really write it tbh. i just had an idea and started writing, lightly proof read

okay so this is not going how i thought it would go LOL. Y’all were NOT rocking w this one. i’ma go back to mood boards LMAO

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mysterystarz · 2 years

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devoted

genre: fluff

pairing: atsumu x g!n reader

notes: suggestive, timeskip!atsumu, the reader is a news anchor who’s interviewing him, semi-established relationship

a/n: enjoy yet another project of me experimenting <3 also @devilstruly as promised

reblogs and opinions are appreciated <3

atsumu couldn’t stop staring at your lips.

it wasn’t like him, he swore it, and he knew how his brother would react the minute he admitted that his focus was slipping away from him with every word you said.

with the cadence of your voice and the way your name seemed to caress his name…it was nearly impossible to get a grip.

“so mr. miya, your recent sets at last nights games were absolutely extraordinary. so what’s the secret?”

“my secret?” he grinned lazily, shooting you a smile, “i just know that i’ll send the ball where it needs to go in the moment of truth.”

you tried your best to hold back a smile at his words, ultimately failing when you looked back at him. “that confidence is most definitely an asset to the msby team. good luck on the rest of your games.”

“comin’ from ya, i’m sure we’ll have all the luck we need.” his eyes met yours intensely, and he allowed himself a smirk.

not even a few minutes later, you found yourself pressed against the wall of the breakroom, hands gripping atsumu’s toned shoulders while he effortlessly hoisted you against the wall.

“so,” you begin, looking anywhere but him, “why……?”

“ya can’t expect me to focus when ya look like that.” he responded, running a hand down your waist and idly checking the door for any new people.

“it’s my normal look tsumu,” you sighed, heart pounding in your chest as you did your best not think of the circumstance.

professional volleyball player. best setter in japan. a breakroom wall and you pinned against it with a man not even a few inches from you.

truthfully, you were surprised to be there. your relationship with the setter was nothing short of absolutely butterfly inducing….yet also confusing.

beneath all that cocky charisma, you found an atsumu who was sweet and considerate. he appreciated you for the happiness you brought him, and never failed to be there for you when you needed him.

you spent most of your time with him and yet — you both had never addressed the nature of the relationship.

atsumu met your eyes, the warm brown of his darkening as he raked his gaze down your form.

“so,” he leaned closer, lips a brush away from your own, “why don’t ya tell me why ya were avoiding me tonight.”

“i wasn’t,” you gulped, breaths coming out slightly shallow as he nipped your ear softly. “you could’ve found me if you wanted to.”

“but i couldn’t find ya,” he whispered, pulling back briefly. “i looked.”

“maybe you didn’t look hard enough”

his lips were on yours.

sweetly, and gentler than all the other times you’d locked lips in the past.

he pushed you further into the wall, a hand firmly on your waist and the other running down your leg while he kissed you deeper.

he savored you, breathing in your gentle gasps and smiling against your neck when you allowed one past your lips again.

you breathe out his name in something reminiscent of pleasure, and atusmu can’t help but bite a bit harder at your neck in satisfaction.

his kisses skate up your jawline admiringly, and your breath hitches yet again when he looks at you like you’d strung the stars themselves.

“does yer company policy not allow it?” he whispers looking more vulnerable than you’d ever seen him.

“company policy be damned.”

you note again, that his grin is the most beautiful one you’ve seen, and as he slams his lips to yours again, that you’d get to see it over and over.

#nova scribbles <3 #atsumu x reader #atsumu x you #atsumu x y/n #atsumu suggestive #atsumu headcanons #atsumu scenarios #atsumu drabble #atsumu fic #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu fluff #atsumu fluff #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu fic #haikyuu drabbles

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haru-desune · 1 year

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HEY EVERYONE I LIED! SHIV CHIKAGE ARC ;3

[Rubbing my evil little hands together] surprise!!

Couple of notes:

someone brought up Kazubanten and it now lives in my head rent free

I have many thoughts about prince in training

The psych major one is a direct reference to the Merry Xmas, Mr. Blooming event (Team D)

Natsu doesn't have a braincell holder because Natsu barely has a brain cell to hold

"damn these rich people" - Tsuzuru Minagi sometime, probably

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jasscheeks · 2 years

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bully ; suna rintarou

pairings: suna x f!reader

suna rintarou is a menace.

it's common knowledge amongst the students of inarizaki high, and suna is always making sure you know just how much he loves teasing you. especially when it comes to being behind closed doors, away from prying eyes. and by closed doors, he means smooshed against him in a cramped locker.

warning: kind of spicyyy but still very fluffy, probably the longest thing i’ll post here, 3 part series!

both parts available on my ao3! chrxllx

masterlist!

thank you for reading!! reblogs help a lot!!

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brooding hazel eyes, soft dark hair, and the smell of his oh-so-sweet cologne. hands placed on his chest, feeling his unexpectedly muscular build underneath your fingers making your heart pound against your chest. you wondered if he could hear it, hear the way he made you go crazy just by being close to him. maybe he could also feel just how warm you were flushed against his body with his arm wrapped firmly around your waist, the warmth becoming unbearable for you to take as you squirmed.

pushing your back against the locker wall behind you, hoping to get some distance from the two of you. even if it was futile you had to try. but when you felt that piercing gaze on you, you froze in your spot, hands splayed over the cold wall behind you. "it would help if you cling to me a bit more," he spoke, that voice of his making you think back to how you got here in the first place. just how did you end up trapped in a locker with suna rintarou on a friday afternoon.

if it weren't for atsumu pestering you over becoming the volleyball club's manager. no matter how many times you denied he just came back stronger, towing around his twin brother who seemed the least bit interested in whatever was going on. so when you finally decided to march your way towards the gym after school, atsumu was running towards you, that smile he put on when he was excited written all over his stupid face.

little did he know that the gym was the last place you wanted to be. you knew just who was in the volleyball club, and he was just the person you were actively trying to avoid. you couldn't miss those piercing hazel eyes that followed you throughout the gym. it seemed like he wanted to walk up to you and strike up a conversation, but knowing him he'd never do it. he'd lead you on to walk up to him first, egging you on all practice. you knew his game all too well, considering you'd played it before.

no matter how much atsumu was talking in your face, you couldn't shake the feeling of suna's eyes staring right through you. but even if you looked in his direction he made it seem as if he was never staring at all, completely diverting his attention to something else. he knew just how to drive a girl crazy, especially you. he knew your tune, and how to strum it just right. after all it was like you were the only girl he was truly interested in pestering.

"so what finally made you change your mind?" atsumu's voice snapped you out of your daze, "realized you get to see me every day, hm?" you refocused on atsumu staring at you as he leaned on the wall in front of you, that lazy smile he wore every single day back on his face. oh, what you would give to wipe it off.

you rolled your eyes, continuing to sign the paperwork' the captain—you knew to be "mr. no gaps" shinsuke from atsumu—had given you to fill out. "in your dreams, tsumu. i just realized i don't have anything better to do," scoffing, you didn't see that fond look atsumu was giving you. the way his eyes sparkled when you turned his advances down when you pushed him away rejecting his hugs and wandering hands. god, he loved a girl who didn't want him.

but even if he was so blatantly obvious about his feelings for you, it seemed like everyone knew except you. with good reason, of course. your attention wasn't on atsumu, never has been and never will be. you'd always had your eye on the middle blocker. you didn't want to admit it to yourself but you knew how much you liked the attention he gave you, even if it wasn't often. you guessed that's what made it so special. he wasn't giving out his affection for free, you had to work for it, and that's what made him all the more intriguing.

throughout their practice, he played this game with you. though you swore you could feel his eyes on you, looking at him it seemed like you were just imagining things as he was always looking in the other direction. he'd purposely kick volleyballs in your direction giving him a reason to go shag the ball. and when he did he made sure to look you directly in the eyes, almost like he was sending you some message just by using his eyes.

suna never said a word to you, only gazed in your direction.

he kept this act up all throughout practice making sure not to do it too often so he wouldn't draw attention to just what he was doing. even when the rest of the team huddled around you after practice, asking you questions and welcoming you to the team, he had the most uninterested look on his face the entire time.

"so what made you want to be a manager, (y/n)-chan?" akagi sauntered up, taking a seat next to you. he peered over your shoulder getting a quick glimpse at the next set of papers you had to fill out in your hands.

you jumped a bit at the sound of his voice, you were so focused on reading through the fine print you didn't even notice him getting closer. "oh, uh...i guess i just wanted to try something new," you shrugged flashing a friendly grin in his direction.

"that reminds me, atsumu was going on about bringing someone along with him to be our manager and here you are!" he beamed, making your palms sweat just a bit. "he talks about you so cheerfully, i'm guessing you two are close, huh?" so, he was talking about you huh? you could only imagine the type of stuff he was telling the rest of them.

you let out a chuckle, it was most definitely forced but akagi couldn't tell the difference. "ah, is that so? yeah, we are a little, i've known him and osamu since middle school," and he hadn't changed from his middle school self. it seemed he kept the same personality and just got a little bigger. and the more he aged the bigger douchebag he became. although, he was a pesky brother to you in your eyes.

as soon as akagi opened his mouth to say one more thing, someone else called your name, their tone being all too familiar. the way your name rolled off their tongue so sharp but lazy at the same time sent a shiver down your spine. turning around, there he was, deadpan stare and all. he stared into your eyes like he hadn't been secretly pestering you the entire practice, innocent in a way.

"kita-san wants me to show you the girl's locker room," he told you, as he stopped in his tracks, keeping a good 6 feet between the two of you. knowing him it was probably a diversion just so he could be alone with you. he always found a way to get some alone time with you, and honestly it wasn't like you completely hated it.

you hesitated just a bit before gathering your things and standing up, you bowed towards akagi once, flashing a smile towards him. "it was nice talking to you akagi-san, i'll see you later?" you beamed, making sure he nodded or at least answered back before trying to catch up to an already leaving suna.

he was polite enough to keep the door open for you, he wasn't a complete asshole for all you knew. he backed up just a bit, letting you observe the room. you walking through the isles and absentmindedly brushed your fingers over the vents on the grey lockers. they were quite tall to be exact, taller than you to be sure.

glancing back at the boy behind you, those eyes now having this dark look to them. he stared at you as if he hasn't eaten in weeks, all while having his back propped up against the grey lockers behind him his hands tucked into his practice jerseys pockets. with his head tilted down like that, eyes staring into your anatomy, you could've sworn you felt something flutter in your stomach.

but you brushed it off, quickly coughing into your elbow. "i can just pick whichever one i want?" you asked making him tilt his head up to stare you down once again.

he shrugged, "i guess so, shinsuke or one of the coaches can get you the combination," he answered, pushing himself off of the lockers, getting closer and closer to you. he stopped a few lockers across from the one you picked, the only thing being between you two was the wooden bench that split the two rows of lockers.

trying to get your mind off of the way his gaze burned holes into the side of your face, you tried opening the locker in front of you. to your luck, it opened making a clicking sound as it did. the inside was quite spacious as you thought considering how tall the lockers were. you found a handle on the inside, almost like you could open them from inside of the locker. who would go inside of a locker anyways?

taking this time to examine your new locker, you decided to spark up a conversation between you two, the silence becoming a little too loud for you to bear.

"so...how are you rintarou-san?" you addressed him in a way you never would. just hearing that made him grimace at the sound. he could remember when you used to call him by his cheesy nicknames, and no matter how much he teased you for it he would much rather prefer those over this formal shit.

he scoffed, making you turn to finally look at him. "you've been ignoring me," you froze in your spot, eyes hooked on his. his lips sat in a straight line, no smile on them telling you that he was just playing with you. he knows. "why didn't you tell me you were signing up to be our manager?"

he knows how you've been ducking at every corner and weaving through every hallway, just to have some distance between the two of you. you thought he wouldn't notice, but even as the days went by you began to miss his company. it would be weird if he hadn't noticed that the person he talks to the majority of the day disappeared.

so instead of being around suna, atsumu occupied your time. he dragged you around every which way, and eventually, you became friends with the twins, closer friends than you had been before. shaking your head, you stalled, "no? i've just been, uh, hanging out with the miya's..." you stuttered, hoping he would at least believe you. "atsumu's the one who wanted me to sign up," in your defense it wasn't a lie, not completely, of course.

"you do know that he has a crush on you?" hearing that made your body go numb. turning towards him, you showed him this look of pure disbelief, to which he shook his head a sad smile growing on his face. "of all people, i thought you would've known."

an image of the blonde boy who always seemed to know where you were to annoy you. "h-he, he told you that?" you held onto the door of the locker you stood in front of, wanting so bad to just shrink into the depths of it and never come out.

suna sauntered towards your frame that was halfway into the locker behind you. he leaned on the door next to you, eyes never once leaving yours. "he didn't need to tell me, i see it every day," he shrugged. he then leaned his head on the locker, his hair smooshed against it. "ever took a moment to watch how he stared at you? he's head over heels in love, babe."

you shook your head at him, refuting the fact that atsumu, the boy you thought of as a brother, had a crush on you. "how could you know? he could just be acting friendly..." you looked away, eyes fixed on the bench in front of you.

it grew quiet in the room, not even the hum of the ventilation stuck around for that awkward feeling in the air. you half expected him to reply with some snarky comment, just something that could only fall from suna's mouth. but he was dead silent, no sigh or even a little huff of his breath.

you could see him scratch his cheek with his index finger out the corner of your eye, "don't make me spell it out for you," you glanced back into those eyes of his, only to see him already looking at you. "when i've liked someone for years i'm sure i can tell," he crossed his arms, gaze boring into yours.

it didn't take much to know that the someone he was talking about was you. it was so clear, even without the confession he gave you, he was crushing on you big time. maybe that's why you avoided him for so long, but it couldn't have been the only reason. hearing him say those three words set a fire in your heart, and you had no idea how to react to it.

you could remember every single part of that day. his hands holding you tight against his body, lips crashing onto each other. he was sure you liked him back just by your reaction to him kissing you, but he guessed he was wrong after you started dodging him every single time he tried talking to you.

he leaned in, a hand coming up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. "i’ll wait, (y/n)," you watched as his hand slowly slipped behind your neck, pulling you in closer. his eyes flickered towards your lips, "as long as it takes..."

you didn't stop him, you knew how much you wanted him to kiss you even if you would never admit it. but you couldn't just ignore the way he made your heart pound in your chest, how he made you feel warm all throughout your body. it was something no one else could do but him. you shook your head, slightly, “i can't answer you, not right now. i just need to think—," there it was, that other hand pulling you in from your waist. those hands that were pulling on your clothes just weeks ago, now gentle and calm.

he stared into your eyes, his other hand coming down to hold onto your waist. "i know, i know" he whispered into your ear, breath tickling your skin. "i’m fine waiting for your answer,"

"rin, you're, you're so close..." you muttered, but even if he was moving in closer you didn't dare push him away. instead, you grabbed onto his open varsity jacket, clutching onto it so tightly the zipper made imprints on your hands.

you were both so close, but neither of you moved further. instead, his eyes stayed on your tense face, your eyes shut tight. it took everything inside of him not to go any further, afraid you'd avoid him again if he did. but seeing you hold onto him like this made him think you were wanting the same thing, then again you proved his intuition wrong, becoming a wild card at the most crucial moment. you would go from loving him one second, to actively finding a way to get away from him the next.

he wanted to push further and feel the softness of your lips once again, but the sound of someone knocking on the locker room's door made you both jump. "(y/n)? you still in there?" atsumu's voice called from the other side of the door. knowing him, he was going to walk inside even if you did answer, but suna didn't care about that.

you heard him mutter something under his breath before he looked around. "by any chance, are you claustrophobic?" he whispered, to which you timidly shook your head no.

"(y/n) i'm coming in!" atsumu called, and almost immediately, suna wrapped an arm around your waist pushing you and him into the locker behind you, a small squeak coming from your throat. he closed the door, hearing a click go off before he peeked outside of the vent.

just as promised, atsumu entered the locker room, his steps louder than ever. you found yourself holding your breath as he slowly came onto the side you and suna were just standing in. you tried your best to be as silent as possible, quickly putting an end to your squirming as you clung to suna's jacket. you could hear atsumu's steps coming closer to the locker you both were in, and feeling suna pull you in closer didn't go unrecognized by you.

looking up at him, you couldn't help but notice his side profile. you noticed just how handsome he really was. his sharp jaw, a straight nose that pointed, and lips that looked as luscious as they felt. what you would give to feel them on your lips again. but you shook your head, loosening your grip on his jacket, trying to rid yourself of your intruding thoughts.

suna wasn't paying attention to you, more so to the boy who was outside of the locker. but no matter how hard he tried to pay attention to where atsumu moved, he couldn't help but glance down at your face, wanting to know what type of face you were making.

"she left her papers..." atsumu mumbled as you heard the rustling of him picking up the paperwork you still had yet to fill out. "odd." he stood there flipping through the papers before looking up and moving towards the door once again.

when you heard the door close is when you finally let your breath go. suna's arm slipped from around you, and you heard him also sigh to himself as he was also holding his breath. he turned around to look at you, but you couldn't bring yourself to look back into his eyes, so instead you pressed yourself as far away from him as you could. your hands splayed across the cold wall behind you as you pressed your back against it. but it clearly wasn't helping as you were still cramped together. it seemed all you knew how to do was run from him.

he sighed, "can't even look at me, huh?" he clicked his tongue as he turned back towards the door that kept you both inside. he went to open it, his fingers twiddling with it in the small space.

"why do you like me?" hearing you suddenly call made him stop. his fingers stopped moving against the lock, the jangling of it coming to a stop as he looked back at you. you gulped, "i mean all you used to do was tease me, so...why?"

his finger found the lock once again as he turned back around and shrugged. "i thought you were pretty," he spoke pushing the door open and stepping out. "and when i found out you were more than just a pretty face," he held a hand out to you as he stared you down with those hazel eyes. you stared at his hand, finally relaxing from the awkward spot you pushed yourself into.

taking his hand in yours, he pulled you out of the locker and spun you into his arms. steadying you, his free hand wrapped around your waist again, his fingers interlocking with yours, "i fell in love."

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hinatastinygiant · 5 months

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19 | Canis Major

Pairing: Kita x Fem!Reader

What's Meant to Be Masterlist

Y/N'S P.O.V.

Though you hardly got to see Kita during the wedding today, you're staying hopeful for the reception. On a rooftop overlooking the city, the atmosphere is absolutely beautiful. The warm breeze, the twinkling lights, and the view of the ocean beyond the skyscrapers all create a perfect backdrop for the celebration.

You walk across the venue, smiling politely at the other guests as you make your way through the crowd. You're looking for your name, trying to find your assigned seat. But as you scan the tables, you're disappointed to see that your name is not listed. It must be because you were so last minute.

You sigh and begin to turn around when a hand suddenly grabs your arm.

"There you are," Atsumu grins. "I was looking everywhere for you."

"You were?" you ask, surprised.

"Of course," he nods, leading you away. "I wasn't about to let you get away from me that easily."

"What are you doing, Tsumu?" you sigh, knowing where this is going.

"Oh, just taking you to your seat," he smiles, stopping at a table and pulling a chair out.

"But my name isn't on the list," you frown, looking around.

"So what?" he shrugs. "It's not like anyone's going to make a big deal of it. Besides, you should be sitting with your date."

"But I'm not part of the wedding party," you remind him.

"So? You know he'd be pretty bummed if you sat somewhere else," he smirks.

"Yeah, yeah," you roll your eyes.

"Just take the damn seat," he insists, pushing you down onto the chair. "And I better not hear a peep about it."

When you look to your left, Kita has a faint blush on his cheeks and he's shaking his head.

"He goes so overboard sometimes," he sighs. "I'm sorry, Y/N. All I asked was that if he found you, to let you know that I'm sitting over here. I didn't think he'd drag you to my table."

"No, no, it's fine," you laugh, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I'm glad I've got a seat."

"Just don't lose your date again, Shin," Atsumu winks at him. "Or next time I might not give her back."

"Fuck off," Kita grumbles.

"Hey, language," Atsumu tuts, waving his finger.

"Yeah, yeah," Kita waves him off as Atsumu walks off for the time being.

"So, what'd you think of the wedding?" Kita asks you.

"It was really nice," you hum, looking out to the ocean.

"Yeah," he nods. "It really was. And I'm happy that Samu and his fiance were able to pull it off so quickly."

"It's a bit rushed, don't you think?" you chuckle.

"Well, they've known each other for a long time," he explains. "And Samu has a history of falling fast and hard. So, I guess it's not that much of a surprise."

"I guess not," you nod.

Just then, Atsumu's voice calls out over the microphone.

"Hello, everyone, and welcome to the reception. I hope you've all enjoyed the ceremony, but now it's time to introduce the bride and groom," he announces. "And without further ado, please welcome Mr. and Mrs. Miya!" he calls out, earning a round of applause from the guests.

You and Kita watch as Osamu and his new wife make their way to the middle of the floor and begin to dance. It's a slow, romantic song, and they move together seamlessly.

"They look happy," you comment, watching them.

"I think they'll be good for each other," Kita nods.

As the song ends, Atsumu returns to the microphone. "Alright, and now it's time for a toast. So, here's to the couple of the hour. Cheers," he says, raising his glass.

"Cheers," the rest of the guests echo, following suit.

After the toast, another round of applause fills the air as the guests cheer for the couple. Then, Atsumu announces that food will be served, and a bunch of workers in white uniforms rush in and begin setting up the tables.

"That was quick," Kita chuckles, watching them work.

"They are fast," you agree.

As the waiters continue to set up the food, Kita turns to you.

"Are you hungry?" he asks.

"Famished," you nod.

"Good, 'cause the bride's family spared no expense," he smiles. "This is going to be one hell of a feast."

With that, the waiters begin serving the food, and the delicious smells fill the air. As the plates are placed on the table, Kita turns to you and gestures toward a piece of sushi.

"Here, try this," he says, holding up the chopsticks.

You take a bite, and the flavors burst in your mouth.

"That's amazing," you smile, swallowing.

"Yeah," he nods. "This is one of the best pieces of sushi I've ever had."

As you enjoy the meal, you talk with Kita and some of the other guests at your table including Atsumu. When the plates are cleared, a Japanese harpist begins to play a soft, soothing melody. The music is lovely, and the atmosphere is calm and relaxing.

After the harpist finishes playing, Atsumu's voice rings out over the microphone once more.

"Now, I'm sure many of you have wondered how I managed to pull off this elaborate wedding in such a short amount of time," he begins. "And I have to admit, it wasn't easy. But the truth is, there was no way I could miss the chance to see my little brother get married. And since they didn't want a traditional wedding, I had to do things a bit differently. But now that we're all here, and the food is served, I just want to thank each and every one of you who helped make this possible. I'm so proud of you, Samu," he says, looking over at his brother. "You deserve all the happiness in the world. And the same goes for you too, my dear sister-in-law."

Osamu blushes and hides his face in his hands, while his wife smiles brightly.

"And now, let's have the newlyweds come out and cut the cake!" Atsumu announces.

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After the cake, you find yourself holding a glass of wine as the wedding party makes their way to the center of the dancefloor. Osamu and his wife, followed by their respective maids and groomsmen, make their way to the front.

The band begins to play a familiar song, and the guests cheer as the couple starts their first dance. It's a beautiful moment, and you can't help but feel moved by the sight.

They look so happy, and you smile, watching them dance. You think back to when you first met Kita and how he seemed so emotionally distant, but now you're here with him at his best friend's wedding. You suppose love is a funny thing.

The music soon changes to a more upbeat tune, and the rest of the wedding party joins in on the dancefloor. You watch as Atsumu pulls Kita into a series of ridiculous dances, and you can't help but laugh. You don't know if you've ever seen Kita look so awkward and embarrassed before. But it's endearing, and you can't help but find it cute. You're so happy that you're here to witness this side of him.

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