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[yamsblueberry]

“Wherever you will go; I will go.” (Atsumu Miya x F. Reader NSFW‼️ 18+)

AN: Hey guys! Here’s another atsumu fic that I came up with while I was on mid winter break in February! So, we all know that he’s a popular volleyball ball player and he travels a lot because of his career. So, why not make use of that fact? ❤️ As always, I can’t get enough of him. Plus, I was listening to “wherever you will go” by The Calling that motivated me to write this scenario 🙃

Synopsis: The MSBY team is on tour in Japan and their coach allows them to bring a guest with them for the first time so that they can get an immersive experience of the team’s volleyball career. Atsumu couldn’t pass up the opportunity to bring you along with him instead of Osamu. You’re his antidote — the love of his life! 💞

Link to the dress that reader wears in the story! (So cute) 💕

WARNING: NSFW, 18+, extremely cuddly fox boyfriend lol, he’s clingy af, he’s so in love, making out, foreplay, smut, squirting, GRAMMAR.

Please take your time and dive into the story, and I hope you enjoy reading! 😇💗

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21:39PM

“Make your first step faster next time!” A teammate said, sitting on the other side of the bus.

“Yeah! Cause’ if you get into a solid attacking position faster, ” The spiky grey haired teammate quickly got up from his seat. “Then the SETTER can make it easier for YOU to get a better set, you understand?” He said.

“Oooohhh” Hinata nodded quickly as he looked up at him.

“Well duh!” Atsumu randomly blurted out, sitting behind Hinata. “I’ve seen shortie on the big court making a BIG ass presence every time he jumps in the air — like a god damn a ninja CAT!” He added, resting his arms above Hinata’s headrest on the seat.

“Y-yeah! It gives us more options on attacking the opposing team too!” Hinata said, his eyes shining with pure joy in the dim lit vehicle. Bokuto, who sat next to the short man, hummed deeply as the rest of the team agreed and laughed together with their close friends. Atsumu grinned at the two men and patted the orange haired fellow’s head and turned his head back to you — to check on you.

“Be right back.” He announced, smiling at your small figure all the way in the back as he stood up from the seat. He patted Bokuto’s shoulder and walked in the narrow aisle to where you were sitting. The moving bus was filled with laughter and joy as the team were headed to their next tour spot in Tokyo. Fortunately, their coach had announced that they could bring their friends or relatives with them for the next couple of days. Atsumu couldn’t pass up on the opportunity. So, he brought his high school sweetheart. You.

You looked up and saw his figure when he got back to his original seat. You smiled softly at the blonde and took off your right earphone. “Hey there, beautiful.” He grinned, still standing in the aisle as he looked down at you wearing the beautiful dress he bought for the 5th anniversary of being together. An off shoulder ruffled dress. Revealing your beautiful collarbone and shoulders. He admired your beautiful body. “Come here you perv!” You giggled softly, patting on the empty seat next to you. “Don’t mind if I do~” he smirked and sat down next to you. “You’re so silly, Tsumu.” You spoke softly, still giggling at him. “Hm. M’ jus’ happy that ya get to come with me.” He puckered his lips for a kiss, playfully . “I’m glad you chose wisely.” You giggled and leaned foward to kiss him. He hummed when both lips met and smacked against each other, playfully. Soft and slowly. He could’ve brought his twin along but he didn’t want to miss the “perfect” opportunity to be with YOU for a few days. He chose wisely, indeed.

“Mmmm.” He broke the kiss and licked his bottom lip. “Whatcha watchin’?” He turned his head to the small screen in front of you. “Watching Howls Moving Castle.” You turned to look at the screen too. “Again?” He said sarcastically. You pouted. He chuckled at your expression. He knows that you watched the movie way too many times. Whether you watch it as his place or at your dorm, or on a road trip, he lost count. “Ya’ a hardcore ghibili fan.” He mumbled. Which earned him a light smack on his shoulder. “I’m Jus’ playin’ with ya~” He gave a throaty laugh and wrapped his arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to him. You looked up at him with another pout and puckered your lips. “Don’t stop. You’re too cute.” He kissed your forehead gently.

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22:01 PM

As the coach bus moved, the mixes of laughter and commotion still flowed in the air. “Yeah. We’re going to “Aman Tokyo” Hotel. a’ heard that it’s a very luxurious hotel. We’re gonna be stayin’ for a week or something….” You hummed as you rested your head on his shoulder and listened to him. He looked so excited about this trip that it made you feel warm inside. “Yeah….That means more US time.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you. “Yeah. I know, babe.” You giggled, resting your hand on his thigh. He hummed again and continued talking about the team’s game schedule, practices and off days and more. You were intrigued by his excitement. And, you were so grateful to be there to spend it with him. “Oh! There’s also some places I wanna take ya’ too.” “Hm? “ Like what?” “ it’s a’surprise.” He whispered. “Tell me!” You whined at him playfully, listening to his chuckles. “Nu-uh!” He motioned his finger and tapped your cute scrunched nose.

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After a while, atsumu was quietly watching the movie with you. The other earphone was in his right ear and the other was in your left ear. He then ripped his eyes away from the small screen and looked out in the aisle. Most of his teammates were still chatting about previous matches they won and the others were sleeping in their seats — scattered around in the bus. Luckily for the two of you, it was very quiet in the back of the bus. With no one around. He leaned back and then looked down at you. Your eyes shined with interest as the movie played. “Babe.” He whispered, leaning down to get your attention. “Hm?” You turned to him and looking into his dark brown eyes. “Come here.” He tapped on his lap. You blinked at the man. “I wanna be closer to ya, baby.” He looked at your dowey eyes. You nodded and he smiled as he moved over to your seat. “Ow!” He jolted, moving the seat buckle away from his ass. You giggled as he made it to your seat and held on to your waist. He gently pulled you down to his lap and wrapped his arms around you. “That’s better.” He kissed your temple. You hummed softly, leaning back against his chest with your legs hooked over his own, feeling even more comfortable in his warm embrace. Safe in his arms, you noted.

A few minutes into the movie, he was getting bored. He brushed your inner thighs with feather light strokes with his fingertips, slowly. you squirmed. He smirked and did it again and you giggled in his hold. “Stooop~” you drawled lowly, trying to keep his hands away from your ticklish spots while you were trying to watch the movie. He chuckled. “Tsu-!” He began tickling your sides. “Ah!” You tried to hold your laughter, attempting to escape from his childish antics. He pulled you back to his chest and tickled you more. “Ts-mu-wah!” You squeaked in between your giggles. “Ya so ticklish~!” He looked at you lovingly and chuckled. “Oh my -ah!” Your head fell back on his shoulder while you were trying to evade his ticklish attacks. “ ah-I’m misSING the g-good parts!” You squeaked again, your cheeks were aching from your relentless laughter. “Hm? Can’ hear ya~!” He nuzzled his face in your neck and kept going. Your giggles and failed attempts to stop him from being so childish were just so cute. Your muffled laughters are music to his ears; it warms his heart. “Stoooppp~!” You giggled, “Tehee!” You squeaked when he peppered your neck with kisses as he tickled your tummy. You’re the cutest person in his world. “Say please!” He teased, chuckling while he increases his pace tickling you. “I’m gonna p-pee~!” You whined, your eyes were getting watery with your sweet giggles. Your boyfriend is so sweet but you might actually pee on him if he doesn’t stop. He stops and rests his face in your neck while you breathed heavily. “You’re too much, Tsumu.” You sniffed, feeling putty in his lap as you looked out the window, lazily. “‘S my middle name, baby.” You chuckled and rewarded him with a few gentle head scratches on his undercut.

“ ’m so lucky ta’ have ya’ in my life.” He mumbled in your neck. You turned your head to look at him and he lifts up his head too. You smiled softly at him and he did the same before leaned forward to kiss you. Your lips happily wrapped around his. Both lips smacking in tandem, lovingly. “Me too.” You whispered softly, giving a few more gentle scratches on the back of his head before kissing him again. Deeply and slowly. The kisses were so distracting that you were missing some good parts in the movie. His tongue circled around yours and he kissed you passionately. “Mmm.” Atsumu’s hand slid up to your breast and kneaded it. “Mm.” You moaned in the heated kisses, his hand massaging the flesh gently in his warm palm. You broke the kiss and looked down at his ministrations. He brought the other hand up and did the same to your other breast and looked at you. Your cheeks felt warm as he did. A satisfied sigh left your lips when he squished them together and his fingers brushed your covered nipples softly; earning a moan from you. “Here?” He used his middle fingers to brush them slowly. “Mm.” You hummed, relishing the soft strokes on your nipples. He stroked them lovingly as he started leaving soft kisses on your cheek. “Unh.” You moaned softly, the feathery strokes were making you squirm in his lap.

Your head fell back on his left shoulder and his lips trailed down to your neck. You looked at the reflection of the two of you in the dim lit vehicle. You oversee the way his fingers strokes your covered nipples slowly and his head slowly moving in tandem with his lips attached to your soft skin. You closed your eyes to relish the pure pleasure that you were feeling in his embrace. Soon after, he pulled down the top of ruffled dress slowly. You felt the fabric brush your skin as he did; even your nipples until he let it rest under your plump breasts. Your breath hitched when he slowly worked his hands to your breasts and cupped them. They were so hot yet so soft on your skin that you twitched. “Unh.” You breathed out, His dark brown orbs stared at your beautiful globes as he kneaded them gently. “Tsumu.” You whispered to him as he massages them together. “Hm?” He said, his eyes not ripping away from your soft plump breasts. His eyes flickered to your hands as it rested above his own. “Ya okay?” He mumbled, his fingers caressing around your breasts feathery but not close to your nipples. Your breath stammered as he did and he smirked. “Wanna watch another movie?” He whispered close to your ear. You whimpered when he started circling your nipples dangerously slow. “Ah.” You sighed, the feathery sensations felt so good that your pussy started throbbing. They were getting harder every second as he did. He chuckled. “Is that a ye-“

Suddenly quick footsteps were coming down the aisle and he quickly pulled the top of your dress up. You quickly sat up and looked closely at the screen — Hiding your flushed face and tapping on anything on the screen to look like you were busy looking for another movie to watch. his hands remained on your waist and sucked his teeth in annoyance, while he watched what you were doing. A teammate was looking for something in his gym bag which was two rows away from the two of you. Atsumu pretended to be interested in whatever you were clicking on the screen, in annoyance. “Oh!” Atsumu ripped his eyes away from the screen and looked up at the man who shouted, “I got them!” He raised his arm. Atsumu raised an eyebrow and noticed something in his hand. A pack of UNO cards.

Really? Atsumu looked at him with a blank expression — as he held the deck of cards up.

He ran back to the front of the bus to sit with the rest of the group. “Can’ they go ta’ sleep early like kids do? Pas’ midnight.” He grumbled. “You’re one to talk, Tsumu.” Yo rolled your eyes. Your cheeks were still hot too. He smirked at you and bit his bottom lip. He chuckled. “I know, baby.” He pulled you back to his chest and another movie started playing.

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1:01AM

As the bus drove in the empty highway, The commotions from the other teammates had lessened. Most of them were sleeping in their seats and a few were watching a movie with their earphones on. And you? You were watching another ghibli movie, of course. Whereas atsumu was scrolling through TikTok.

Thump!

Your body shifted from the sudden bump that he gasped from the feeling he felt from your ass. He wrapped an arm around your form and pulled your form closer to his. Your back close to his chest, he started leaving soft kisses on your neck. Slowly and steadily. It made you feel warm inside. You brought your hand up and rested it on the back of his head — to keep him there. He’s so clingy, you noted as you watched the movie. Eventually, he broke away and looked up — Checking to see if his teammates were still quiet or asleep. He grinned as if the “coast was clear” as he looked down the rows of the bus’s headrests. You noticed that he had not continued his cuddles with you and you looked up at him. “What’s wrong?” You said softly, checking to see if he was okay. He looked down at you and smiled. “Let’s get comfy.” He whispered and kissed your temple. You hummed in agreement and he pushed the seat back. He leaned back and pulled you close to his chest and spreads his legs more comfortably. He wrapped an arm around you and rested his free hand on your right thigh underneath your dress. “I feel like a koala.” You giggled, you looked up at him and rubbed the other hand that was resting on your tummy. He snorted. “My baby koala, in fact.” He chuckled softly and kissed your soft lips. “Mmm.” You hummed and turned back to the screen.

After a while, you started to stretch your back. You sat up and pressed your ass on his member. Atsumu slid his hand and digged his fingers into your side at the sensation. His right hand moved up to your inner thigh and caressed your warm skin. You paid no mind to it. He’s clingy, after all. However, he rolled his hips up to your ass and you whimpered. He did it again and you shivered when he slid his hand up to your panties and applied some brushed his finger against your covered pussy. “Mm.” You mewled, twitching at the feathery sensation. He then slid his finger up and down the fabric slowly; brushing it with soft strokes as you watched the film. The digit felt so good on your clothed pussy that you grounded your hips; applying pressure on his covered cock, earning a guttural moan from him. “Mm. Tsumu...” You called softly, relishing the smooth sensation of his fingertip circling your pussy against the fabric. He knows. “Hm?” He said, circling your clit softly. You turned to look at him and he leaned over to kiss your lips. Slowly, his soft lips enveloped yours and smacked against it, passionately. He cupped your pussy in the midst of the deep kisses and then brushed your clit with his middle finger with enough pressure. You moaned in the middle of the kisses and arched your back; relishing the gentle strokes on your clit. Atsumu moaned as he had already felt the imprint of your clit against his fingertip. You squirmed in his arm as he did. Circling your clit, dangerously slow and then sliding it down to your cunt. Teasing it with feather light strokes. “Mmrh!” You quivered, kissing him deeply at the sensation.

As the movie illuminated your faces and his fingertips circling your clothed pussy lovingly, your soft moans echoed in his ears while you circled your hips against the crafty digit for more friction than you were already receiving. Rewarding him with the same amount of friction his clothed member was getting. Atsumu kissed you deeply with his eyes shut as he did his task. “Mmmm.” You wrapped your arm around the back of his neck while you started bucking your hips up against his fingers a bit quickly. Soon after, he rubbed your clit quickly and followed. Humping his fingers feverishly to your release. “U-unh!” You whispered breathlessly, twitching as you rolled your hips against the digits to cool off your throbbing pussy. “Mmmm.” He moaned, rubbing it enough pressure to aid you, while hip lips enveloped. You broke away from the kiss to breathe. Your pussy was still pulsating with excitement. Begging for more of that familiar feeling it knows too well. Atsumu nuzzled his face in your neck and kissed it softly, as you did. Still gently brushing your pussy against the wet patch of your panties. Slipping against his calloused fingers, easily. “You’re so wet, baby.” He mumbled in your neck, feeling your arousal on his fingertips. “Oh…wow.” You breathed heavily, gripping his MSBY jacket while you were still cooling off.

He pulled your panties to the side and dipped his finger in between your folds. He slid it up and down and pulled it out. “Wow.” He raised his hand to see it glistening in the air. You watched him rub it between his finger and thumb. The thin line of your arousal stretching before you in the dim lit bus. You blushed and tucked your lips in as he did. “Let’s get this off.” You shyly lifted up yourself up as he puts his hands on the waistline of your panties and pulled it down. You pulled your left leg out from one of the holes and he lets the other rest on your ankle. He pulled you back to his chest gently and pushed your legs back. You shivered. Feeling too exposed when you felt his hands slide down and in between to your inner thighs. “Mm.” You whimpered, shyly looking at his fingers brush your puffy slick lips. “Look at that.” He whispered, looking at his fingers glistening as he rubbed your pussy. You choked on your breath whenever it brushed your throbbing clit. “Ahh.” You sighed, shutting your eyes in response to his fingers flicking your clit, softly. “Relax baby.” He whispered, moving your head back to rest on his shoulder as he brushed your pussy slowly, up and down. Stroking the fires in the pit of your stomach as you it pulsates. You whined. Feeling another wave of relief coming. “Just like that baby.” He whispered, rubbing it slowly. “Relax and let it out.” His eyes followed his fingers circling your sensitive clit and the other hand teasing your cunt with feather light caresses. “Uuunnh.” You drawled lowly, looking out the window, relishing the slow motions of his digits stroking your throbbing pussy. “Mmmm. You’re doing so good, baby.” He whispered. “Yeah…you look so pretty like that.” His passionate whispers of encouragement and praises fluttered all over your body. Making you throb with each brush of his fingers. Like soft feathers brushing against your skin and down to your clit. “Ugh.” your legs started trembling. you were feeling a rush of pure relief flow through your body. “U-ungh.” You hiccuped, your body starting to tense up. Soon after, you squirted. “Ahhh” he breathed out close to your ear, praising you for being a such a good girl. Slow yet gentle spurts of fluid came out while he continued brushing your clit very softly. “Ooo.”He hissed. You were choking on your breath as he did — spurting out some more in gentle squirts. “Good girl.” He whispered close to your ear, grinning at you lovingly. He lowered his head and kissed your neck while he still circled your throbbing clit once more; rewarding you before cupping your pussy.

“Mrm.” You hiccuped, twitching as he kissed your neck slowly, whispering how good you did. Atsumu really enjoys pleasing you with his love for you; making melt in his arms. “Look at me.” He said, brushing your thighs slowly. You turned to him. Your dowey eyes looking into his lustrous dark brown eyes in murky lit bus. “I wanna feel ya…more.” He whispered close to your lips before he started nibbling it softly. You lips were like a magnet to his. You both started Licking each other’s lips softly and then kissing it softly. He broke away from you and waited for your answer. You looked up at him. All you could hear was the white noise between you two. Nothing but the sounds of the bus still moving in the empty highway and the light commotions of the other teammates in the front still playing another game of cards in the front row. You nodded slowly and kissed him softly. “Thank you, baby.” He whispered and went back to kissing you. He pulled his sweat pants down along with his boxers just a bit as both lips smacked each other, passionately.

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“Put them in here baby.” He pointed at the cup holders. One that was on your right the other one was next to you. He’s quite innovative, you thought. Quietly, you rested the heels of your feet in each of them. He pulled the top of your dress down and brushed your nipples against his soft calloused fingers. A gratified sigh left your lips and he grinned. He dipped his fingers in his mouth and brought them down to your nipples and began rubbing them against your perky nipples. Another sighed left your lips as he circled them softly. He dipped a finger in your mouth and you sucked it gently. “Ahh.” He sighed, his cock throbbed in his pants. You sucked it gently and swiped your tongue around the digit. “Yeah.” He watched you, mesmerized. “Like that, baby.” He whispered before pulling it out and rubbing it on your nipples. You felt his cock twitching underneath your ass.

He then rests his hands on your waist. You lifted your self a bit and aligned his cock to your entrance. Anchoring you, his fingers digged into your skin as you began sinking on his length slowly. “Ah-ahhh.” He choked on his breath, quivering at the sensation of your soft warm walls welcoming him. He dropped his head back on the headrest as you did until you were fully seated.

“Oh fuck.” He’s already in heaven.

You shyly looked down at his hands on your waist. “Come here~.” He whispered, pulling you back to his chest, chuckling at your shyness. “It’s just us.” He added, spreading his legs further apart. Your legs mimicked the motion and clenched around the length. “Ugh.” His eyes widened at the sudden sensation. “I didn’ even move yet baby, hehe.” He chuckled, teasing you. You giggled softly. “Relax baby.” He whispered, pushing your head back on his shoulder. He slid his hand down to your clit and rested it there as he began rolling his hips up, slowly.

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You were bouncing on his cock as he thrusted into your cunt feverishly in the moving bus. Your breast bounced around in tandem from his controlled thrusts. Your whimpers and choked breathes never go amiss in the midst of his cock stroking your plush walls. He stopped at random times to help you catch your breath and quickly went back to fucking you restlessly. “Ugh-uuunh.” He moaned, hissing at the sensation of your tight cunt stroking his length. “Ah-unh.” He choked up moans made you clench his cock lovingly. You don’t see it but he’s in pure bliss. His eyes shut and his mouth ajar; his shaken pants was the only thing that made you wetter. “Mmmm.” He bit his bottom lip and slowed down. Relishing the deep long strokes entering your tight cunt. You feel so warm and soft around his cock as he did. “Ooo. Fuck yeah.” He took his time to stroke your walls his cock knows all too well. You rolled your hips up whenever he thrusts deeply in your heat. Like ocean waves pulling him in — never failing to rub your g-spot. “Awh. Yeah.” He whispered, rubbing his fingers on your puffy clit, your warm arousal glazing his length.

He rolled his hips up in tandem with good measure. “Fuck.” He groaned, flicking your clit as his other hand digs into your side. You gasped at the sensation and pulsated. “Unh yeah.” He hissed, the wet skin slapping sounds rang between you two. Each stroke rewarded you with a soft brush on your clit. “Mrrm.” You moaned, rolling your hips around at the sensation. Atsumu brought his other hand up to gropeyour breast as he thrusted deeply in your sobbing cunt. “You feel so good, baby.” He praised you breathlessly, kneading your breast the same way you’re hugging his cock. It all felt too good. You turned your head to him and his lips met yours. He kissed you deeply in the midst of the deep controlled thrusts. “Mmmm.” His big soft hands caressed your breasts and gently tugged your nipples.

One particular thrust made you whimper and clench his length tightly. He deepened the kiss and began fucking your cunt feverishly. Your thighs jiggling above his, your breasts bouncing in his hands made you flutter. Making you even more wetter as he thrusts in your sobbing tight hole. “Mmmm.” You whimpered in the kiss, he slid his hands down to your thighs and brushed it, making your shiver as the filthy wet slapping sounds echoed from you two. You choked on your breath when he kept hitting that perfect spot. “O-oh.” You stammered, your pussy was pulsating at the sensation. You arched your back and his strokes were making you flutter so much at the new angle — slamming into you easily. “Unh.” You sighed softly, the tip kept poking your g- spot relentlessly. “Uuuunh.” He drawled, feeling your walls trembling around him lovingly. He then gripped your hips with an iron grip to pull you down — keeping you there. He thrusted uncontrollably into your sobbing heat. His pants quickened as he did; trying to control himself from your tight cunt as he’s aware of his surroundings. “Mrm!” You whimpered, feeling your release coming sooner than you think. You raised your feet from the cup holders — your panty dangling from your ankle in the air. He wrapped his arms around legs from underneath and pushed youthem back. You squeaked at the new angle. “Ts-s-mu!” You stammered lowly, feeling your release coming closer as he bucked into your throbbing core. He hissed in your ear and tightened his grip around your legs. You grabbed the armrests to hold on for dear life. The squelching sounds grew louder as he slams in your sobbing cunt.

“Ah..fuck!” He whined, squeezing his eyes shut, your cunt was squeezing him crazily. You spreads your legs further apart and you looked down. It’s coming. You know you’re about to fall apart in sec—

You hips pushed up and sudden fierce rush of pure relief flows through your body. Quick spurts of your fluids shoots out and you kept twitching as more came out. “Ungh!” You moaned heavily, heeding the sloppy sounds as he thrusts quickly in your cunt. “Agh..agh.” He groaned heavily, relishing the vice grip around his cock as he pushed deeply in your soaked cunt. He started squirming uncontrollably. “Ugh!” He grunted, his hips gyrating as he starts cumming. “Tsu!” You whispered, your body rocking crazily from his ministrations, getting overstimulated. One…two…three hard thrusts and he froze. “Ah!” You squeaked, you twitched up and you squirted again.

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You both breathed heavily. Trying to cool off from the intense sex. You felt his chest heaving on your back. Your eyes were so watery that you kept blinking.

After a while, you finally sat up. You noticed a few wet patches on the back of the seat in front of you — as the light from the screen illuminated your faces. You then looked down in between a noticed small puddle of your fluids on the floor. “Come’re.” Atsumu pulled you back to his chest. “Don’ worry, I’ll clean it up.” He muttered next to your ear, caressing your tummy underneath your dress. He noticed your legs were still in the air. “Put your legs down, baby.” He smiled faintly, giving a throaty chuckle. “They’ll see us.” He said purpose. You turned back and glared at him. Your eyes pointing daggers at him. He read your mind. “We c’n watch another movie. If ya want.” He shrugged, smirking like a fox. You still glared at him.

“I love you~” He whispered, squeezing your sides playfully. hoping that you’d forgive him. You still didn’t give in. He leaned over to kiss your cheek to cheer you up. “What~?”He knows you loved it; still not wiping that smirk off his face.

“I’m booking my own room once we get to the hotel.” You stated, hiding the fact that you did. But you didn’t imagine it to be in a public space. His face immediately turned to a sad puppy face. “Wha-“ he gasped. “nOoo~” he whined, looking into your eyes for forgiveness.

He hugged you tightly. You sighed.

He’s so damn clingy.

“Let go of me! I-I need to pee!” You said, as he whined in your neck. “But you did, though. ” he stopped and looked up at you questionably.

“T-that’s different!” You pouted, your cheeks started feeling hot. You pulled the top of your dress up, got up and pulled your dress down.

“Don’t forget your panties, babe. They’ll see.” He smirked, looking down at the pink material around your ankle as you got out of your “seat“. “Shut up Tsumu!” You blushed and opened the restroom door. “G-go clean up!” You whispered before shutting the door in front of him.

He grinned cheekily as took out his dirty sweat towel and started wiping the floor.

“Too late to change rooms now, baby.”

End.

[yamsblueberry]

┌─ “ ! „ ADORE L'AMOUR

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.”

[yamsblueberry]

⍣ ೋ the times they cried because of you

☆ includes ushijima, iwaizumi, atsumu, kageyama, bokuto

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI — he never cries. you met this guy when the two of you were young freshman in high-school, and you quickly became a good friend of his. that being said, you never saw him cry. even when the two of you began dating in your senior year, you still never did. years passed, and it was the same as the previous years. sure, he occasionally got upset, but even then, he still put on a stoic display, never really letting you in on that side of him. even at your wedding, he sure showed some emotion but he didn't cry. then came the birth of your first child.

"she's so cute, isn't she 'toshi..?" you said weakly, forehead still damp with sweat, bodu trembling with the aftershocks of your hard, long labor. your eyes fluttered open, focusing on the sight of your dear wakatoshi holding your newborn baby.

your heart fluttered at the soft image of your husband holding the tiny baby closely again his chest, his forehead mere inches away from the baby's forehead. it was barely there, barely noticeable. if it weren't for the reflection of light, then you wouldn't have been able to see the way his eyes were glazed over, corners red, tears brimming at the borderlines of his eyes.

he was so memorized, so in love with this product of you, this product of his and your love. god, you just make him the happiest guy on earth.

with a grunt, he sniffled lightly, trying to mask his emotions. "yeah.."

IWAIZUMI HAJIME — he hates crying. but being the responsible and knowing person he is, he knows that crying is inevitable. but the "strong", reliable guy in him wants to punch himself every-time he feels his eyes sting at the feel of salty tears brimming at his waterline. unbeknownst to you, he would avoid you every-time he felt like he was going to cry, usually hiding in the locked confides of the bathroom. he thought he was hiding it well, until one fateful day where it all came crashing down..

"haji?" you said on the other side of the door. he immediately shot up, his eyes darting to the doorknob. he always made sure to lock it, but today, he was just so exhausted and down that the idea of a lock was forgotten. crap, "hey wait-," before he could even rise up from his slouched kneeling position on the bathtub's side, you opened the door unknowingly. "i just need my–hajime?"

there he was, in all of his fucking glory, hunched over, his face long and clearly expressing his hurt feelings. his heart fell to his stomach, his vision going cloudy as his day just kept getting worse. "hajime?" you called out once more, only your tone had softened, more light and tender. you reached a hand out to him, eyes full of concern. he couldn't help but jolt away from your hand, eyebrows furrowing at your softness.

he didn't like your tone. why are you looking at him like that? like some sad kicked puppy lost in the middle of nowhere? it made him feel so small, so weak. "haji.. are you okay?" you whispered, crouching down to his level outside of the bathtub. you attempted yet again to touch the side of his face, lightly pressing your fingertips against his cheekbone before fully pressing your palm against the side of his face.

his lips trembled as he was just a second away from breaking down, his eyes locked on a single object as to hold on to the last of his will. you sighed softly at his resistance, of course he wouldn't want to cry in front of you, but you don't understand why, afterall, what makes a person weak for crying? "it's okay, hajime."

with that, fat tears finally ran down his cheeks, his eyes shutting close as he finally broke at your words. he could only grab onto your hand as you climbed into the tub, his head going straight into your chest as he sobbed and wailed.

MIYA ATSUMU — surprisingly, you've seen this guy cry many of times before. he cried when getting accepted into nationals, winning nationals, just crying at things any normal person would do. but he never cried for you. no, he held himself to higher standards. he'd never cry for someone, not even for you. yeah, he loved you, but he wasn't about to cry for someone like a little child. all high and mighty, he never thought you would actually have an affect on him like you do now. him being someone who wears his heart proudly on his sleeve, he found himself getting into an argument late at night with you, too prideful to back down.

"are you serious atsumu?! you know i'd never do that!" you yelled, voice hoarse and scratchy due to the ongoing screaming match between you and your boyfriend. "oh really?! then why were ya' 'll over that fucker earlier? huh?!" he yelled back, pointing out the way you were seemingly flirting with a guy at the club earlier.

but you weren't? you would never do that, you're not a scum. "what?! we were just talking?! am i not allowed to TALK to people atsumu?" you scoffed, arms crossing defensively. "if you wanna consider talking as flirting, then let's talk about that girl you were laughing with the other day? huh? let's talk about that!"

his eyebrow raised at your counter, fumbling nervously as he wondered what to say. "w-wh- you know what?! fuck you! i don't know why i'm even dating a bitch like you!" he said, almost immediately regretting his words when he saw the way your eye's widened at his harsh words. the apartment was finally silent as you registered his words, he wishes you had any sort of expression on your face, but you had nothing but a stoic and emotionless face.

"okay then," you finally said, arching your eyebrow in a taunting way, resting your hand down on your hip. "bye." you followed, grabbing your bag and your keys, turning your back on him.

he watched, frozen in his spot as you exited out the apartment with your composure. his body jolted when he heard the slam of the front door, finally letting out that breath he was unknowingly holding. he scoffed at what you said, clenching his jaw tightly as he tried to hold onto his pride. "damn it." he said.

he felt the tear roll down his cheek before he could even register that he was crying. "..damn it!"

KAGEYAMA TOBIO — to him, life is volleyball. his childhood consisted nothing of volleyball, and so will his adulthood. maybe his obsession with volleyball was a little extreme, but you never really minded. he respected you greatly for your patience, he wasn't dumb, he knew that his priority of volleyball was evident, so he always tried to make it up to you by spending time with you whenever you wanted. but it seemed like after awhile, he began to take your patience for granted. it wasn't until the nth time when he didn't show up for the nth date was when he realized.

kageyama was careful to shut the front door as quiet as he could, tiptoeing as he took off his shoes and walked throughout the dark hallways and into the master-bedroom. he jolted like a cat when he sat you sitting up on the side of the bed, back facing the doorway.

"y-you scared me. what are you doing up at this time? it's nearly 10PM." he stuttered obliviously. it was silent for a few seconds before you sighed, slowly turning your head to face him. "you forgot." you muttered before turning back to look at the wall. forgot? forgot what? it was then he noticed the way your hair was done, still clad in a pretty dress.

"o-oh.. the date! i-i'm sorry y/n, i promise i can make it up to you"— "don't bother." you interrupted, voice stern yet monotonous. what do you mean 'don't bother?' you love going on dates don't you? his lips pursed into a straight line, chewing on his bottom lips nervously. "w-what do you mean? i really promise, this thursday i have a free day.." he trailed off when you suddenly stood up from the bed.

"i mean that i think we should break up." his heart dropped at your words, eyes widening. break up? his mouth was agape, mind spinning with different solutions and apologies. before he could detest, you walked over to the corner of the room, pulling up a suitcase that he didn't even notice.

"b-but why? you said yourself that me and you are meant to be together?" he cried out, quickly rushing over to your side and grabbing onto your wrist. he watched your face closely, eyes taking note of every single feature of yours. you inhaled deeply, still refusing to look at him.

"i said that when we were in high-school and didn't have any major responsibilities. things have changed, we aren't in high-school any more. you're now a pro-volleyball player with big responsibilities, and i'm.. someone who clearly has too much time on their hands, wasting it on someone who can't give me any of theirs. it's not your fault, kageyama, but we just don't align anymore."

you finally said, tugging your hand away from his grasp. before you could take a step, his hands were once again on you, gripped onto your shoulders, forcing you to look at him. "but.. you said you would be there for my game at nationals.." he whimpered out, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

it was then, when you were finally walking out of his apartment, out of his life, was when he finally did realize, that maybe, he did take your patience for granted..

BOKUTO KOUTARO — this guy cries a lot. he's cried so many times you might have to start writing it down somewhere. he rarely masks his emotions, he's an open book. thats what you love so much about him, that he's so open and honest. you love the way he's so eager and sweet, you love the way he's always willing to talk to you and so damn clingy it's like you have your own personal koala. aside from the times he's happy, he's sad, sad because he didn't perform well, or because you didn't kiss him. but you never really made him cry, you'd never do that. or so you thought.

"y/n!! i missed you!" you hear a booming voice yell, his footsteps speeding up at the sight you. he paid no mind when you didn't respond to him, as you were currently hunched over the your work desk, laptop gleaming at you brightly. your back was turned to him, so you were basically calling him for a back hug.

"y/n!" — "not now koutaro." you interrupted, tone serious and stern. he raised his eyebrows at you with surprise, his arms a few inches away from your shoulders as they stilled in their preparation to hug you. "babe? is something wrong?" he asked curiously, lips pouting at your stern denial. you never decline a hug. you love them. right?

"i'm working. can't you see that?" you spit out, sighing deeply. you pull away your cramping fingers away from your keyboard, rubbing them over your sore eyes. "my gosh." you mumble under your breath, eyebrows intensely furrowed with stress. you had been working for a few hours straight, staring at nothing but a bright screen with words that were becoming incoherent to you.

you yelp out when you're suddenly pulled from your chair, being lifted up into bokuto's strong arms as he spins you around. "don't be so sad!" he says cheerfully, hoping to cheer you up with a big warm hug. only— this seems to make you mad. "put me down, koutaro!" you yell, pushing his chest away and forcing him to practically drop you.

"don't you see i'm working?! why are you so damn clingy? you're so annoying, god, why don't you just leave me alone?" you spit out. your words are like venom, stinging his heart greatly as his hair is quickly deflating once your words reach his ears. you simply return to your laptop once you've finished, typing mindlessly once more.

him? annoying? he didn't mean to annoy you..

he couldn't help but softly whimper, left standing in shock. he opened his mouth to say something before your previous words were reminding him to stay silent—leave me alone. he clutched his palms, looking at your turned back with teary eyes. he hopes you don't find him annoying for long..

[yamsblueberry]

Friends Don’t Do This

A collection of short drabbles that follow Atsumu as he navigates through this strange transition with you of being close friends since childhood to something possibly more.

[Contains gender-neutral and fem reader; best if read in the provided order]

Drabbles may consist of: fluff, angst, smut, crack, suggestive content, or general content

Total word count: 21.4k

Total chapter count [complete]: 43/43

— Final smut fic will be located at the end of this masterlist!

Updated as of: 05/29/2022

— Requests are closed! [Important announcement]

If you mass like, at least reblog something—MINORS DNI

Glutton

In which Atsumu is a glutton for you

Platonic and Romantic

In which you meet Bokuto, and Atsumu realizes something about himself

Tease [suggestive]

In which Atsumu teases you for his reasons

No Shirt, No Rent [suggestive]

In which Atsumu forgoes clothing

artwork

Insatiable

In which you get back at Atsumu for not listening to you

Trending

In which Atsumu posts a video with his team in hopes that you see it

A Losing Game

In which Atsumu loses a bet and tries to get you to speak

Cold

In which Atsumu feels sick and wants your comfort

A Tickle [suggestive]

In which tickling becomes more

False Flirt

In which Suna flirts with you to illicit a reaction from Atsumu

Memories with Coffee

In which you discuss old memories

Cardboard Is Recyclable

In which you get a cardboard cutout of Suna

The Almost Kiss [suggestive]

In which Atsumu almost kisses you

Bothersome

In which Atsumu enjoys bothering you

Too Far [suggestive]

In which Atsumu asks for a kiss

Patterned Ties

In which Atsumu doesn’t like your date

artwork

Laundry [suggestive]

In which Atsumu finds your underwear in his laundry

A Hard Issue [suggestive]

In which sitting in Atsumu’s lap leads to an embarrassing situation

Old Clothing

In which Atsumu finds you wearing his old hoodie

Inherent Shame [smut]

In which Atsumu touches himself to the thought of you

Gentle Touch

In which Atsumu enjoys receiving head scratches and hugs

Sweet Nothings [smut]

In which Atsumu hears something he shouldn't

How Embarrassing [smut]

In which Atsumu touches himself to the sounds of you

Insult to Injury

In which Atsumu is injured and wants your help, but doesn’t know how to ask

Bad Pick-Up Lines

In which Atsumu tries to return back to normalcy with you

Oil and Water

In which Atsumu finds himself drunk and confessing to you what he heard

Use Me [slightly suggestive]

In which Atsumu wants you to rely on him more

Circling

In which you ask Atsumu what's wrong, needing answers

Baring

In which you help Atsumu stretch

Everything, Anything [slightly suggestive]

In which you hurt yourself in the shower and Atsumu comes to help

Picture Permanence

In which Atsumu is conflicted about changes and finds himself missing you

A Terrified Heart

In which Atsumu has a bad dream that you leave him over the secrets he keeps

Intrusion [suggestive]

In which Atsumu accidentally finds your vibrator

Benign

In which Atsumu recalls a memory from university playing truth or dare with Suna and you

Constant

In which Atsumu goes to his brother for advice about you

A Ruse

In which you recall a memory from university when you had to pretend to date Atsumu

The Heart’s Butcher

In which Atsumu wants to tell you everything and finds that he can’t, not yet

Unknown, Unknown

In which Atsumu goes on a date to try and get over his feelings for you

Mistakes With Memories [slightly suggestive]

In which Atsumu recalls more memories with you as he drives to his date

Miscellaneous Headcanons

001. 002. 003. 004.

Unto You, Unto Me [smut]

The finale fic in which Atsumu confesses and a relationship is changed

Change Is Inevitable

[Short sequel]: In which Atsumu tells his brother, and his teammates, of his new relationship

Interested in more best-friend!Atsumu content? Check out the unrelated-plot drabbles below!

You Don’t Forget

In which, after a separation during childhood, you're reunited with Atsumu and Osamu

An Accident [suggestive]

In which Atsumu is impatient and learns his lesson the hard way

Smile for Me [suggestive]

In which Atsumu asks you to model with him for a sensual photoshoot

Interruptions [mild smut]

In which Atsumu isn't fond of your new boyfriend—his captain

Interested in more best-friend!AU content? Check out the links below!

Ever More, For You

A collection of short drabbles that follow Osamu as he veers precariously between friends and that of lovers, wondering what will come of this.

And So They Fall

A collection of short drabbles that follow Suna through the affections he knows he shouldn’t have for you, his best friend, because he’s terrified of what this may mean.

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[yamsblueberry]

She’s been an absolute brat all day.

Atsumu can’t take it anymore, as cute as Hisako is in the flesh and bone, she’s one of the most stubborn little girls he’s ever met- granted, he’s only met like, three, but she’s on the top of that list.

He can’t blame her, she’s got Miya blood in her veins, but he’s never seen the effects this potent.

And today? She’s in a goddamned mood.

Atsumu puts her hair up, she takes it down because she doesn’t like it.

She doesn’t want to eat her breakfast because of how it’s arranged on the plate.

She didn’t want to brush her teeth because of how the toothbrush felt in her mouth.

Atsumu told her he’s going to leave without her, she said “that’s fine.”

She didn’t want to buckle her seatbelt, because the seatbelt made her skin itch.

(“No,” he snarls. “This is not a negotiation. You’re getting buckled.”

“But I don’t want to!” She pouts. “You n’ mommy nd’ uncle Samu tell me I don’t gotta do stuff I’m on-comfter-ble with!

“This is different and Miya Hisako, if you do not listen to me, so help me gods-“)

He’s at his limit.

How can she be so precious with her mother, her uncle, the other uncles who is on Atsumu’s team, her granny, literally everyone but him?

Menace.

It takes two hours to get Hisako ready and fed and in the car for school, Atsumu is sure he’s got grey hairs now, but he’s thankful to at least have her in the car. The ride is silent and tense, with Atsumu’s white knuckles gripping the wheel with the force of 1000 gods. In the mirror, he sees her little arms crossed, her lips in a little scowl, and she looks so much like him when he was a kid it’s hilarious- if he ever acted like this as a kid though, he needs to send his poor mother a muffin basket ASAP.

Finally, finally, they’re able to get to school without getting into another spat, and Atsumu sighs and parks his car, but before he gets out to let Hisako out, he turns in his seat with a soft smile.

“Listen, baby,” he says sweetly, trying to extend an olive branch to his damned six year old. “I… I want you to have a good day today, okay?” His tips his head when the pout etched on Hisako’s lips soften. “Do you wanna tell daddy what’s wrong? What I can do to help?”

Hisako sighs and fiddles with her tiny fingers. Atsumu nods softly in encouragement, ready for his babygirl to confide in her favorite person and reach a resolution that would help them both through the day, and-

“It’s you, daddy.”

Uh.

What.

“Excuse me!”

“It’s you!” She whines again, her legs kicking out in her seat for emphasis.

Atsumu is convinced he’s never been more offended in his life. He knows his little girl could be a tiny devil, she was her father’s spawn, but this?

Horrendous betrayal.

“What the heck did I do!”

“Other than breathin’, nothin’!” She grumbles, the scowl on her lip out once again. “You just get on my nerves sometimes!”

“You little-!” He unbuckles himself to fully turn in his seat. “You don’t even know what that means, okay?!”

“Uh-huh I do!” She crosses her tiny arms, “you get on uncle ‘samu’s nerves all t’ time! He tells me!! He goes ‘your dad’s real good at gettin’ on my nerves!’” She huffs, “and now I ‘gree!”

“That’s not-! That’s-! You’re-!” While Atsumu scrambles for words, Hisako is blinking at him with the most wide, angry eyes, and he growls deep in his throat when he can’t find the words to convey how salty he is. Scrambling, he escapes his way out of the car to open the door to his back seat, brows furrowed.

“I hope you have the day you deserve!” He snips, fingers diving in to tickle her sides and up to her neck, and he tries not to soften at the sound of her laughter. “I hope, that none of your markers work, and all of your crayons are broken, and all your letters are messed up!” Tiny hands shove at his, bouncing in her seat to try and fight him away.

“Daddy, no!” She squeals.

“I hope that all your papers get crinkled, and I hope the lunch uncle Osamu packed you doesn’t come with a note! I hope that your friends only want you to swing when you play jump rope, and I hope you get sand in your shoe in the sandbox, you little snot!”

With that, he retracts his hands and unbuckles her seat, still trying to keep an angry facade, despite the fact that seeing her smile is more than enough to break that feeling. Quickly, Atsumu unbuckles her seat and pulls her up and out of the car, passing her backpack to her with a tiny ruffle of her hair. “Get outta here.”

Atsumu cards his hair back and looks to the sky for whoever was listening for patience, but that silent prayer is interrupted by a gentle tug on his sweatpants.

“What?”

She flashes him her biggest set of puppy eyes, and Atsumu quirks a brow. “You didn’t give me a hug…” her fingers clasp in front of her innocently. “‘N I don’t like that. You still give mommy hugs when she mad at you.”

The vein in his forehead throbs but he chuckles at his little girl’s words, because sure, maybe she is right, the little shit. He bends down to scoop her into his big arms, squeezing her tight with a playful groan of effort while she curls her arms around his neck.

“I do hope you have a good day, princess,” he hums, kissing her temple. “Even if I made you mad this morning with my breathing.” Hisako giggles into his neck, and with another kiss to her head, he finally puts her down and sends her back off with her teacher, sighing at the little terror he calls his daughter.

He gets back in the car. He picks up his phone. Immediately, his fingers fly over the keyboard to dial his brothers number.

“It’s 7 in the morning, one of ya better be dying-“

“YOU TELL YOUR NIECE I GET ON YOUR NERVES?”

There’s a beat of silence. Then, he hears his twin, his younger twin, the twin he should’ve eaten in the womb, chuckle.

“Yeah,” he says cooly, like this hasn’t been the lead cause of chaos for the first four hours of Atsumu’s day.

“Sometimes, you manage to piss me off with just breathin’, ‘tsumu.”

based on this tiktok hehehe

[yamsblueberry]

just a little thing about dad/ husband!atsumu <3

Atsumu Miya, was on the way to pick up his twin boys. Usually, this would be something you do, everyday, like a schedule almost. But today, you were just having a hard time, work was rough and your boss keeps giving you work to take home, not to mention you already weren't feeling well. So, in order to let you get rest, Atsumu decided he would go pick up the boys. He walks into the daycare and signs the sign-out papers, the workers recognized him from when he would join you to pick the boys up before. The boys immediately recognized their father, running up to hug him and squealing out of excitement. Atsumu smiled and crouched down to hug them, but their attitude quickly changed at the realization that you weren't there. They began asking their father questions about your whereabouts, to which he responded that you weren't feeling good and that they should go home and make sure that you feel okay.

The two boys took his words in and made it their mission to make you feel better. Atsumu listened to the boys go on about their days on the way home. Finally, as he pulled into the driveway, the two boys were practically shaking in their car seats to get inside and cheer you up. Atsumu unbuckled the boys from their seats and helped them out of the car, before leading them up the stairway into your home. Once the door was unlocked, the boys ran inside, quickly sliding off their shoes and running to find you while calling out for you.

You came out of the bedroom you shared with Atsumu, hearing the excitement of the boys and headed to the living room. "My boys are home!" You say, squatting down to hug them as they see you and almost knock you over with the force of their hug. Atsumu walked over, helping you up as he hugged you and kissed your forehead, "I'll make something quick to eat, you spend time with the boys and relax." You nodded and sat down with the boys as they talked to you about their day and cuddled into you sides <3

[yamsblueberry]

3 hours, 27 minutes, and maybe around 2 seconds. no, miya atsumu is not going insane. what do you mean? he's perfectly calm. but with the amount of missed calls, ignored messages, and attention that he's been giving to the time right now, maybe—just maybe—he's losing his mind a bit.

he had no idea what he had done wrong to deserve this. of course, there was the possibility that you slept in since it is currently a sunny saturday after all, but between you and atsumu, he was the one who would usually sleep in until god knows when.

atsumu had made prior plans for the day. and that was to go out on a walk with you (a quick date to a café as well), go back to his place, and either play video games with you and osamu or watch some movies while cuddling. a perfect plan for a lazy saturday if he had to say so himself, if only he didn't fail at the first step: asking you out for the day.

well, technically, he didn't fail. it's just that you have been responsive as of now. atsumu is at least 90% sure that he did nothing wrong. when he walked you home yesterday, you were quite fine! you even gave him a quick peck on the cheek before going inside your home (that made atsumu actually go to bed while smiling like an idiot, but of course you don't need to know that).

it took him another 5 minutes of waiting before saying fuck it, and getting himself ready to check up on you himself. (actually, he made sure to stop by a convenience store first to buy a few snacks to bring you.)

the moment the door in front of him opened, he expected to see you. but the one who greeted him instead was none other than your younger sibling. "are you here for (y/n)?" your sibling asked him. "uhm. yeah, i am. they haven't been responding to me at all," he says.

"sick in bed, so they've been there ever since this morning."

oh, so that's why you haven't been responding to him.

"can i come in then?"

your sibling opened the door more and stepped aside, a sign of inviting him, which he gladly accepted. he started heading to your room, a plastic bag filled with snacks still in hand. he gently knocks on your door, waiting for a go signal to get in.

"yes mom, i already took my medicine!" he heard you say in a sick voice. from what he could tell so far, your nose was probably clogged right now, which was why your voice sounded a bit different than before.

"i didn't know i was your mom now." atsumu chuckles.

"tsumu?"

"the one and only, baby."

"you can come in." your boyfriend gladly opens the door and waltzes into your room. however, he didn't expect you to be so wrapped in your blankets. "sorry about earlier. mom has been nagging me a bit about my medicine."

atsumu places the plastic bag on your desk nearby. "i tried reaching out to you everywhere, but you weren't responding, so i got worried and decided to check up on you," he says, proceeding to sit on the edge of your bed. you pull up the blanket on you, covering half of your face. "sorry about that, my phone died on me last night. it hurts me to move around right now, so i haven't plugged it in." 

"it's alright; you shouldn't move around that much anyway," atsumu replies before getting up and plugging your phone in right after. he was about to go closer until you stopped him. "wait! don't come closer."

"what? baby, why?"

"i might get you sick as well if you do," you pout.

he chuckles at your words: "my immune system is pretty strong, you know?"

"but still…"

"baby, it's fine." he kisses your forehead. "i got you some snacks, by the way, but with you being sick right now, i don't think you can eat 'em."

"awe.. just one bite?"

now, don't look at him that way. not when you both know he's weak to that pleading look on your face, especially with those pouty lips that he'd love to kiss right now if you weren't having a burning fever at the moment.

"fine… just one."

yet one turned into two, two turned into three, and so on!

if there's one thing that could make miya atsumu weak in the knees, it's you.

(by the time your boyfriend got home, he was sneezing, and when the time came, it was your turn to take care of him now.)

a/n: i dont like this one bit tbh... i also forgot to change the you and your to ya and yer 😭 probably ooc atsumu but this is just pure word vom 🧍‍���️

[yamsblueberry]

A/N: Some people wanted a part 2 of this Atsumu X pregnant!Reader Story where Atsumu doesn’t know he’s gonna be a dad, so here ya go :D. P.S. I recently watched Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 and it destroyed me.

Here’s part one ❤️

The blonde Setter has the jitters while he is sitting on the plane, excited to see you again after being away from you for so long. He watches the outside world from the plane window, your beautiful smile embracing his mind and he can’t help but daydream about being reunited with you again.

Bokuto is sitting next to him, watching 'Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3' with tears in his golden eyes while snacking on NicNac‘s for the last thirty minutes.

With each crunch and sniffle of Bokuto, Sakusa who sits in front of the pair, can feel his patience snapping with each loud crunch.

Turning around, because the ravenette had enough, he frowns at the silver-haired Outside Hitter, quite disturbed by his appearance.

Inunaki, who is sitting next to Sakusa (and the only one that Sakusa tolerates sitting next to), also gets up to lean over his seat, staring with a frown at Bokuto.

"Bo, you good man?" The Libero waves his hand in front of the usual cheerful player.

Stopping the movie, Bokuto almost begins to cry hysterically while staring at his light-haired and the black-haired teammates, trying to explain while also hiccuping with tears.

"R-Rocket h-has s-s-such a sad p-past a-and i-it’s b-b-breaking m-my heart."

Atsumu doesn’t even acknowledge his teammates, still thinking about you with a goofy-lovesick smile on his face, making Sakusa almost gag by the sight of it.

"What’s wrong with him? He looks high." Inunaki asks with his head tilted to the side while looking Atsumu.

"When is there not something wrong with him." Sakusa mumbles before sitting down again properly, Inunaki following his moves.

"I heard that Omi." Atsumu says while still staring out the window.

Bokuto finally calms down, when Hinata, and who sits behind him with Joffe, hands him a few tissues that he had packed in his backpack.

Joffe leans forwards slightly, due to his massive height he doesn’t need to stand up to see his teammates.

"Missing your girlfriend? How’s she doing by the way?" Joffe asks.

Atsumu sighs before he turns a bit to look at the titan behind him.

"Yeah, missin' 'er terribly. An' she is doin' okay, I guess?Last time I called 'er, she was vomitin' lots. Must have been somethin' she ate, accordin' to 'er." Atsumu frowns deep in thought.

All of sudden, Hinata‘s orange hair pops up next to him.

"I hope she is okay. Maybe the flu?"

"Vomiting? You better not bring this illness to practice, we have a game in two weeks." Sakusa says in a threatening voice.

"Oh please, as if missin' yer presence on da court has any effect on our performance, Omi. We have plenty of players ta cover for ya."

Sakusa slowly turns his head, Hinata shrinks in fear behind the seat.

Bokuto does not care, still watching Guardians of the Galaxy in high anticipation, eyes entirely focused on the screen while munching on his snack loudly.

"Are you calling me useless on the court Miya?" The ravenette growls.

"Well if da boot fits-"

"Say that again to my face. I dare you." Sakusa begins to get up from his seat, about to strangle the blonde Setter, when the Captain, Shūgo Meian interrupts before it can escalate.

"Guys, we still have an hour left on the flight, behave. Please." Meian, the team captain calls out tiredly a few rows behind them.

"You heard the chief. No more fighting." Joffe laughs.

Sakusa huffs, putting his AirPods in, trying to calm down when he sits back down in his seat.

Atsumu looks back out the window, being with some people for a long time every single day for hours has really brought him to his limit.

Thank goodness the airport is not far from your shared apartment and the flight is less than an hour now.

Soon, he will be with you again.

Back at home, you just came back with some grocery bags, along with some prenatal vitamins from the local pharmacy.

Honestly you’ve been constantly so tired and grouchy, you’re thanking the heavens that Atsumu is not here with you right now.

He’d be constantly worried for you.

Putting away the groceries, you cut yourself some apple slices with honey as a dip and some rice waffles with strawberry Joghurt as dipping sauce.

Stocking the vitamins in the med cabinet, you begin to munch on your food when your phone rings.

Seeing Atsumu’s silly face on the screen, you put your food down and answer it.

"Hello, my handsome Setter." You greet him happily.

"Heyyy, my sexy girl. How’s it goin'?" Atsumu cheers back.

"Going good, missing you a lot. Just got back from the store to make some Japanese curry later on."

"Sounds delish. Hey, uh can ya open the door? I got some flowers in one hand an' my luggage in the other, kinda hard to open the door like that." Atsumu grins on the phone when he hears you gasp and run towards the door.

Highly confused at his saying, he hangs up all of sudden and you put your snacks down to run to the front door.

When you open the door, a 6'1 tall, athletic guy with messy blonde hair grins excitedly at you, a grin that you missed terribly.

Throwing yourself in his arms, Atsumu drops his luggage to the side, wrapping his strong arms around you while still having the flowers in one hand.

You breathe in his familiar scent, the smell of his expensive Ayurveda body scrub fills your nose and you almost tear up with how much you missed him.

Walking you backwards very carefully, Atsumu pushes his suitcase inside, while still holding you and closes the door, so the privacy between the two of you remains.

Remembering he got you flowers, he parts from you a little bit to hand them to you with a dazzling smile.

"Awww Tsumu, you shouldn’t have. They’re beautiful." You take in the beautiful smell of your favorite flowers but the usual lovely scent makes you nauseous.

The Setter sees your happiness turn into a wince and he immediately is worried again.

"Ya okay? Still feelin' bad from last night?"

"Yeah, uh the paella really did a number on me last night. I promise I’ll be fine." You chuckle, trying to convince him that it’s just the food making you feel bad and not the pregnancy.

"Mhm, okay, if ya say so." The Setter says unsure but doesn’t question you any further.

"I promise, I will be fine." You assure him once more with a long promising kiss and the Olympian practically sighs in bliss to feel your soft lips against his own after being apart from you.

The rest of the evening, you spend the time in each others arms, making up for being away from each other for so long.

Atsumu told you more stories about Argentine and his teammates, his stories make you laugh and appreciate that he is back home.

It’s late at night, due to Atsumu’s body still being used to Argentine’s time, he needs to get adjusted to Japan’s time again.

But not only the time difference is keeping the young Olympian up, your weird food eating habits, your extreme tiredness and your all of sudden sensitive smell to your favorite flowers is making him worried.

So he does what he always does, when he seeks out for advice, even if it physically pains him sometimes.

He texts his brother.

The next morning, you do feel a little bit better but for some reason, Atsumu is not his usual self.

He looks deep in thought, he looks very distracted since last night.

During breakfast, Atsumu pushes his food around a little bit, not really much eating any of it.

So you decide to break the silence.

"You’ve been awfully quiet, you okay?" You ask him in a quiet voice.

"Can I ask ya somethin'? An' promise ta be honest please." The blonde says, playing with his fingers a little bit.

For some reason, you have a feeling what this is about.

"Go ahead." You look at him and push your plate a little bit away.

"Are ya pregnant?" He looks at you with serious eyes, a small hint of fear behind those chocolate brown eyes of his.

You feel your breath hitch in your throat, surprised that he figured it out.

But Atsumu has always been direct, didn’t matter in what terms.

You gulp down nervously and you reply so quiet, that he barely hears it.

"Yes, I am." You confess.

Atsumu looks to the side shortly, shakily breathing before getting up and looking out the window, running his hand through his hair.

"I-I know we’re still young and y-you’re still focusing on your career… I am sorry this happened, I-I know this isn’t what you imagined when you got home, I will leave and I won’t bother you-" You start to panic, tears coming into your eyes, your hormones acting crazy.

Shocked by your sudden panic, he rushes to you in a heartbeat.

"Hey, hey… calm down okay? If anythin' we’re both at fault but we’ll get through this together kay? And honestly, this is the biggest and happiest surprise I have ever gotten home to. And I wouldn’t trade you or junior for anythin' in this world, my love. I love ya two more than anythin'."

"More than volleyball?" You ask teasingly with tears in your eyes.

"Maybe that’s pushin' it but yer high up there." Atsumu sticks his tongue at you cheekily.

You laugh with him, calming down that he looks happy about this pregnancy.

"How far along are ya?" He looks at you, intrigued as he caresses the lower part of your stomach.

"About 4-5 weeks I think? Still pretty early."

Atsumu takes your hand in his, still having his other hand on your stomach, indirectly asking you to stand up.

Following his lead, you get up and he rests his forehead against yours.

"I won’t leave ya side okay? I will stay by yer side and protect ya from any harm."

Sharing a deep, passionate kiss, you can’t believe that you and Atsumu made a life together and like Atsumu promised, he will share every moment of it with you.

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“Gimme a kiss,” Atsumu murmurs, deep voice low in your ear. His hands are on your hips, fingers digging into the softness of your skin. 

You pull him away from you, hands cupping his face and thumb running along his cheek in the way you know he likes. You raise an eyebrow, smiling softly, “I’m wearing lipstick, you know.” This causes his eyes to drop to your lips, gaze hungry, suddenly reminded of the fact. 

“So?” he asks, eyes flicking from yours and back to your lips. “Let everyone know I belong ta ya.” 

“You’re going to walk around with my lips printed on your face?” 

He nods eagerly, ducking to bury his face in your neck. “I’d be the happiest man alive if I got ta walk around like that.” 

This makes you laugh, your heart melt, and you reposition your arms around his shoulders to squeeze him closer to you. “You’re going to be late for practice, ‘Tsumu.”

“Just one kiss, baby. Even if it's on the cheek.” 

You sigh, but you know that he knows you’re only faking your reluctance. “Kay.” 

He pulls away from you, giving you his right cheek, and tapping his pointer finger against it with a giddy smile. You make sure to dramatize your actions, making an amplified noise when pulling away, laughing when he gives you his other cheek, and repeating your actions until he finally lowers his mouth to yours. 

He makes sure to deepen the kiss and only chases after you when you pull away, giving you little pecks and placing kisses all around your face, playfully biting your nose when it scrunches in fake disdain. When he finally separates from you, you take notice of the bright red lip marks on his cheeks, and the red tint left on his lips that are stretched into a grin. 

“How do I look?” 

“Like you are definitely mine.” 

His smile widens. “Great. ‘Xactly what I was goin’ for.” 

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LOVE ALARM

fluff and unedited (i just wanted to post) this is my first time writing for jjk so this might be kinda cheesy pairing: gojo satoru x gn reader

he’s a gentleman, satoru.

a total sweetheart in all shapes and forms; an expert with both his words and actions—always whispering sweet nothings and showering you in compliments every chance he gets, always opening doors for you and giving you his jacket whenever you’re cold—the perfect boyfriend.

but he’s also an absolute dramatic.

“satoru, are you really going to ignore me?”

“it’s gojo to you,” he corrects, mouth set in a thin line as he offers you a pointed look—narrowing his eyes at you even further when you roll yours in annoyance.

“it was one day,” you try to defend.

“it was one day,” he mimics. “whatever.”

he leaves you no time to respond, immediately standing up from the couch to stomp his way to your shared bedroom. like a petulant child, after slamming the door shut, he locks himself inside, prompting a heavy sigh from you.

truthfully (and unfortunately), you’re no stranger to satoru’s tendency to blow things out of proportion. and while it’s beyond you how you’ve managed to tolerate this frustrating habit of his, you know better than to chide him for it—it’s endearing to some extent, and it’s all out of love; you know that more than anything else.

so even with your entire body sore and racked with exhaustion, you’re hauling yourself to the room—because god, you’ve had a long day, and the last thing you need is your only source of comfort distancing himself from you because you forgot to kiss him this morning.

“satoru-“ you knock twice, feigning remorse in your tone. though, admittedly, part of you does feel a bit guilty. “-please don’t ignore me.”

“it’s gojo to you!” he yells back, but the sound is muffled. most likely because he’s got his head burrowed in your damn pillow. or maybe his own, who knew the extent to his pettiness? he might have even tossed yours to the floor, it wasn’t above him not to.

“satoru, open the door.”

“go away.”

“satoru.”

“leave me alone,” he demands, even though you both know it’s the last thing he wants.

“please?” you try once more. and this time, it seems to have worked. because as much as he wanted to, there was no way he could deny you when you’ve asked so nicely—again, a total sweetheart, always opening doors for you even when he’s upset. it’s not like he could ever turn you away either, not genuinely at least. he just wants you to chase after him a little, regardless of how immature that might make him appear.

you hear him spring off the bed, and the sound of footsteps grows increasingly louder with each step he takes. then he unlocks the door with a click, only he doesn’t open it. instead, he leaves it shut before dashing back to bed. incredible.

as you take a few slow strides to move closer to him, you wonder if he’s truly hellbent on carrying out whatever role he’s playing. for a split second you contemplate doing the opposite of what you know he wants you to do, but the sight of satoru is too humorous for you to brush aside; he’s turned back on you completely, facing the wall as he covers his entire form with a blanket.

“really?” you question.

he says nothing in return.

and you want to laugh—because all this just because you forgot to give him a kiss this morning? it was too hilarious, but also so fucking adorable; you can’t help but entertain this play of his. maybe that makes you both crazy.

“satoru,” you croon, leaning over to pull the blanket off of his figure as you make yourself comfortable next to him. he complies, but not without pretending he doesn’t want it.

“what?” he grumbles, sitting up but still refusing to look at you directly.

“don’t be mad, please? i was in a rush this morning. it slipped from my mind.“

“i’m not supposed to slip from your mind,” he counters, an eyebrow raised as he folds his arms against his chest.

“well the longer you’re angry at me, the less time i’ll have to kiss you to make up for it,” you reason, and that gets his attention.

he casts you a sidelong glance; hesitant, wavering, and dangerously on the precipice of giving in—would he drop it or not? the offer was far too tempting to turn down, especially for someone like him. though, at the same time, that would definitely wound his pride, so you weren’t sure—but when he looks at you, eyes gleaming and tail practically wagging, any trace of uncertainty you’ve previously had disappears.

“is that a promise?”

you nod, but he’s still sulking.

“you can’t forget next time, you have to promise me that. i really felt like i was going to die. you practically cast me aside like i was nothing!” he whines. “i’m supposed to be your everything!”

“you are my everything,” you refute. “i was just in a rush this morning, but i won’t forget next time. i’ll set an alarm for it if you want me to.”

“really?”

“yes, really.”

the things you’d do for this man is insane; the list goes on forever, but the smile that brightens his face when you tell him that makes you think it’s all worth it.

“would you let me name the alarm?” he asks.

you tilt your head to the side, a puzzled look clouding your expression at his request, but you don’t pry any further. knowing him, he’s serious about it, and you don’t think you have the energy to hear any explanation he might have.

“okay,” you say. “but later. it’s in my bag.”

he hums, then urges you in closer by tugging on your arm, trying to fill the ache of your short lived absence. and who are you not to follow? you sling your legs over his lap to straddle him, and he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead as you nestle yourself against him. he’s a snug fit, and even when there’s barely any space between you two, you can’t find it in yourself to care. you don’t think you’d have it any other way. you wrap around him even more, and he melts into your embrace.

“no forgetting me next time,” he mutters, eyes closing in contentment. you feel so good with him. ”i love you.”

“i love you even more, gojo.”

and then they open again, bulging out of their sockets as his mouth parts in disbelief. “what happened to satoru?!”

“dunno,” you mumble, hiding into the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent of his cologne and fighting back a smile because you know he’ll feel it.

“apparently it’s gojo to me.”

the next day, at exactly eight thirty in the morning, you’re woken up by the incessant ring of your alarm. despite satoru’s protests to keep you in bed for another five minutes, you untangle yourself from him to turn it off, and your heart swells with adoration when you see what’s on display:

♡make sure to kiss your cute boyfriend (SATORU)♡

[yamsblueberry]

𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。SAKUSA KIYOOMI

8:45 AM - morning after a with sakusa

contract - you’re stuck with sakusa for life

9:25 AM - sakusa, your daughter, and late night talks

12:07 AM - you’ve always believed in sakusa

7:48 PM - a bad photo of sakusa goes around

a day in the life - sakusa’s day in the life featuring you

1:56 am - you apologize to sakusa early in the morning

rich - you’re not sure you and sakusa belong together

11:43 AM - you take away sakusa’s hand holding privileges

first - sakusa kiyoomi falls in love with you first

love is a disease - sakusa thinks he’s sick

12:36 AM - you love sakusa and his moles

plus four - a game of uni with sakusa gets heated

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。MIYAATSUMU

tsumie - atsumu loves your nicknames

wonder - miya atsumu is a wonder

first - when you first know you love atsumu

share - you share your ice cream with atsumu

12:23 PM - you, atsumu, and the first fight after moving

yours and mine - atsumu likes reminding you live together

still the same - atsumu loses his wedding ring

first fan - you watch atsumu meet his first fan

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。BOKUTO KOUTARO

slow - slow kisses with bokuto

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。MIYA OSAMU

5:47 AM - miya osamu’s love language is biting

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。SUNA RINTARO

redo - suna wants a redo of your date

11:57 PM - you had a crush on suna since high school

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。OIKAWA TOORU

12:34 PM - you, oikawa, and your first fight after marriage

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。AKAASHI KEIJI

schedule - akaashi messes up your sleep schedule

he doesn’t want you to go home - iwaizumi, matsukawa, atsumu, osamu, suna

you pack his bento after an argument - kuroo, atsumu, sakusa, hinata

you grab his ass - atsumu, suna, sakusa, oikawa, bokuto

you say you’re glad you didn’t break with him - atsumu, semi, suna, sakusa, oikawa

you call him your favorite boy - atsumu, suna, bokuto, sakusa

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。MIYAATSUMU

number 13 - miya atsumu is quite a handful

property of saetoru do not plagiarize, repost or translate onto other sites

[yamsblueberry]

literally have not stopped thinking about that nationals panel where fukurodani players have ppl to fucking MASSAGE them or whatever it was and i truly don't think we have realized the pure absurdity of how rich some of the schools are so here's some hcs let's goooo

every private/rich school team has at least one (1) token nonrich kid

i could list them all but like. that would take a while

shirabu and yahaba are each HORRIFIED to learn that the other is the token nonrich kid bc all this time their insults were based on "tch, bet he wouldn't even survive in PUBLIC SCHOOL"

karasuno🤝🏻dateko: determined to beat the shit out of private school teams

the real reason nekomata invited karasuno to the tokyo training camps was so that they could have another public school team just completely fuck up fukurodani, ubugawa, and shinzhen

(i know shinzen and ubugawa aren't exactly confirmed but it's SO much funnier this way)

also. nekoma will finally have other people to do The Eyeroll with whenever one of the students from the other schools say something COMPLETELY out of pocket

like okay yeah they love hanging out with each other but like. how the fuck else are you supposed to react when komi goes "haha yeah we just got a new tv it only cost like a million yen" and everyone else just starts nodding and comparing prices from these fuck-all brands

god and inarizaki . . .

look regardless of whether we're ever going to get confirmation if inarizaki is public or private. they're still rich as hell and we NEED to acknowledge that!!

like hello? you think a normal school would have the resources to recruit students from a whole other prefecture?? you think a normal public high school could afford to send THEIR ENTIRE BAND TO TOKYO??

suna gets to inarizaki and is immediately blown out of the fucking water by how nonchalant people are about . . . just pretty much everything that goes over his weekly budget

one of his classmates is like "yeah i broke the dorm washing machine once but it's okay my family just bought them a new one" and suna has never wanted to punch anyone more in his entire life

ANOTHER REASON WHY I THINK YAKU AND SAKUSA WOULD DISLIKE EACH OTHER SO MUCH

the only time you'll find nekoma and nohebi allied is when they want to trash talk the rich kids

shirabu: "yeah if you get the shiratorizawa uniform dirty you know we can sue right" futakuchi: "oh fuck off like the cops could ever catch me anyways"

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Sneaking Food Into Class

Character: Futakuchi Kenji x GN Reader

Warnings: None but an attempt at writing a salty person

Wordcount: 820+

Summary: Futakuchi catches his seat neighbor sneak food into class but it wasn’t just food…it was sour gummies aka his favorite food

Author’s note: I literally googled “what do juniors in high school learn” and physics came up🤷

.・゜-: ✧ :-　　-: ✧ :-゜・．

Class A was in session as the teacher was giving a lecture about the Laws of Physics—it was extremely boring. In one of the seats in the back of the classroom, sat a student with [h/c] and [e/c]. Their attire is the Date Tech uniform. They had a bored expression displayed on their face by having their chin sitting on the palm of their hand with blank eyes.

When the teacher moved onto Newton’s third law, they stopped paying attention. Watching the teacher turn around to the board, their hand slipped into the bag next to their desk, and discreetly pulled out a snack. What they pulled out is a bag of sour gummies.

Being quiet as possible, they tear the bag open, getting access to the sweet treat inside. Unfortunately, the bag made a rustling sound that gathered the attention of the boy who sits next to them; Futakuchi Kenji, captain of the boy’s volleyball club with a flippant attitude.

The student’s expression can best be described as a deer caught in headlights after seeing Futakuchi catches them. He initial glances at their face, then to their lap where the bag of sour gummies sits, and back at their face again. The boy smirks because he witnessed his seat neighbor sneak food into class without the teacher’s knowledge.

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Random Grouping of the Haikyuu Boys

a/n: i’ve had this in the drafts for so long so here’s a few prompts that i’ll probably use later

Soft Babies

Koganegawa

Goshiki

Hinata

Yamaguchi

Gentle Giants

Ushijima

Aone

Asahi

Potential Arsonists (Intentional)

Sugawara

Futakuchi

Kenma

Tendou

Oikawa

Potential Arsonists (Accidental)

Hinata

Inuoka

Lev

Atsumu

Clueless but Loveable

Kageyama

Kita

If Caffeine Was a Person

Lev

Atsumu

Professional Babysitters

Akaashi

Ennoshita

Kai

[yamsblueberry]

Captains sleepover :D

Bokuto *whispering*: Wake me up.

Kuroo *whispering back*: Wake me up inside.

Terushima from across the room: I can't wake up.

Bokuto: Wake me up inside.

Oikawa from the other side: sAVE MEEEEE!

Daichi *smothers Futakuchi so he can't join* : SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Ushijima in a monotone voice: Call my name and save me from the dark.

Everyone: *S C R E A M S* .

[yamsblueberry]

just thinking about futakuchi rn— that man is so criminally underrated.

the boy at the bus stop; futakuchi kenji

things to know: one-shot, fem!reader, fluff, lower case intended, suggestive language, high school kenji, kamasaki n him are idiots

you always took the bus– it wasn’t your ideal ride home, but you had no other choice.

you made your way to the same bus stop you’ve always waited at after school. you took a seat, folding your grey skirt underneath you and taking the green blazer you’ve always hated off. it was warm as the sun shined directly down at you, making you roll your eyes at the inconvenience.

the bus usually took forty-five minutes to come by after school ended, so you always struggled to find something to do for the time being. honestly, you can say nothing worked in your favour a lot of the time.

you shut your eyes while putting your blazer over your head to block the sun from shunning your eyes, hoping to get some rest and just to pass time.

after a good twenty minutes, you heard hideous laughter in the distance, causing you to open an eye and take the blazer off to check who was coming your way. you went to date tech and noticed not many people would actually take the bus home, so to your surprise, you were a bit curious when you saw two boys wearing the same uniform as you were walking towards the stop.

a familiar third year that you knew of with short blonde hair that had clearly been poorly dyed walked alongside an unknown face. you knew of the third year, it was kamasaki yasushi. he conversed with you a few times, considering you (and literally everyone else) as one of his ‘cute juniors’. besides, he was known to be the loud delinquent ever since you enrolled to date tech– it was hard to not notice him.

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10 things futakuchi kenji hates about you.

1. you’ve got a real irritating laugh, you know that? sounds like a seagull choking on a plastic bag. I don’t know why you keep laughing at all my jokes, anyways.

2. your hair’s a little too short for my taste. yeah, I know I was the one who told you to cut it and all — I can’t believe you listened to me, by the way — but I only meant a few inches. (you still look cute, I guess.)

3. you’re the reason I can’t watch a julia roberts movie without crying. remember that time we watched notting hill together? I wasn’t gonna tear up til I looked over and saw you sobbing into the popcorn, and then I started crying ‘cause you were, and it was just a whole embarrassing mess and I still hate you for it. 

4. I bought that movie on dvd because of you. and five others. (okay, maybe six.)

5. when we went to the summer festival together you wore that yukata that made you look like a million bucks, and I’m pretty sure it was just to spite me. I’m pretty sure you knew I was in love with you by that point but you still wore it. I wish you hadn’t looked that good when I came and picked you up, and I wish you hadn’t kissed me while we were watching the fireworks. 

6. you said I had a movie star smile and no one’s ever said that to me before, so every time I smile now I think of you. (I wish I could smile less.)

7. I made you a mixtape. who does that? 

8. I brought you over to have dinner with my parents and you ate the tuna my mom made even though I know you don’t like tuna, and it made me like you even more than I already did. I didn’t even know that was possible, but you did it. 

9. you broke up with me.

10. and I still love you despite it.