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midnight ride

↪︎ featuring; miya atsumu

— a drunk encounter with atsumu leaves you owing him a date, along with having to have a somewhat awkward interaction with his twin.

warnings; drunk and flirty atsumu

alternate title;

a blonde in love and his overprotective brother

It’s been a long night but you still can’t call it quits, not while the stubborn blonde in front of you has decided to not go home yet. It’s evident from the glossy glint on his eyes and the slight slurred cadence of his words that he’s had a bit too much vodka.

“C’mon Atsumu, give me the keys, I’ll drive you home.”

He leans over you, one of his hands holding onto yours while chuckling. 

“Why don’t you frisk me?” he manages to taunt, a surprisingly smooth tone despite everything and under different circumstances you’d probably wouldn’t be so relaxed at that comment, but he’s out of it so you simply laugh at his attempt at winking at you.

“Wouldn’t you love it.”

“Absolutely. ”

“Come on, hand them out.” You insist  while reaching for his pockets. It was fun at first but you can see that he’s too out of it to be more kind about this.

“Hey, hey ask me for a drink first,” he slurs, and a moment later his eyes cross in concentration. “Wait, wait, wait, we’ve already had a drink so I can take you home with me”.

“You’re not taking me anywhere, I’m  taking you home”.

“Ohhhhh, you really wanna try it? I like that.”

“Pfttt, you never miss a chance, do you Atsumu?” 

“Not with someone as pretty as you.”

You know he’s under the influence right now, but you can still feel your cheeks getting warm as his words.

You inspect his face closer, there’s a lazy smile on his lips, they seem soft and warm. His brows are relaxed and his face looks so at ease. All his features are at peace in complete harmony and you’re taken aback by how young he looks like that. Most of the time his face is contorted with the many and visible emotions that go through the face of someone as expressive as him. He is either teasing someone, or arguing with someone, or completely concentrated while on the field.

“That’s enough Atsumu.”

“I’ll stop if you go on a date with me.”

You don’t even give it a second thought, half an hour ago he was doing push ups with one arm just to prove his point to Bokuto.

“Sure, sure, now let’s go.” You try to yank the keys from his fingers but he doesn’t let go. He even tightens the grip around them.

“I’m serious,” And he’s suddenly looking at you with intense concentration. “Promise me.”

You’re well aware that these are only symptoms of a drunk Atsumu, and by this point you’re sure that there’s no way of taking him out of here without complying to his whims so you agree without giving it much thought.

“Okay. I promise I will go on a date with you”.

“For real,” he insists.

“Yeah, for real.”

He finally lets the keys go.

After the negotiations you’re finally on the way to Atsumu’s home. He’s been pretty docile after that. He lets you walk him into the car and he even eased himself into the passenger’s seat and didn’t protest when you leaned over him to buckle his seat belt.

The drive to his home is quiet except for the soft humming coming from Atsumu’s lips. 

When you pull through his building you’re glad to see that his brother is parked next to his spot. you’ve only seen him a couple times but he doesn’t seem upset by your late night text.

 “Hi, Osamu-san”.

“Just Osamu”.

“Okay”. What kind of food did their mother feed them? It’s ridiculous that someone can be so handsome; Osamu’s dark hair gives you a sight of a different Atsumu and you can’t help to think how good he’d look if he chose to go back to his natural hair color.

Osamu is giving you a very careful look, as if he is assessing you. And you can’t help the sudden self conscious feeling that washes over you. You really hope he doesn’t have a bad image of you. You try to imagine that if you had a twin you wouldn’t be particularly excited to see your brother drunk off his ass with a stranger.

You clear your throat in an attempt of getting his eyes off you, and luckily it works cause he gives you a small but somewhat eerie smile. As  if he knows something you don’t.

“Sorry you had to drive him,'' he says, his voice a contrast from Atsumu despite having the same tone. He sounds somewhat flat and almost bored.

“It’s fine, he just had a bit too much fun.”

“Hope he didn’t give you any trouble” he begins, “he gets handsy when he is drunk.”

You have to gulp twice to pass. No one should look so serious while making a comment like that.

“No! Of course not!!” you can feel your face burning with embarrassment and to your dismay, Miya Osamu seems to be enjoying himself.

“I was just saying, you’re very much his type so…”

He lets the comment linger in the air, while you try to say or do something that doesn’t give away the urge you have to run away.

“Yeah… well…” you try to regain your cool, while hugging yourself to protect you from the night’s cold. “Do you need help to take him up?”

“Don’t worry, I can handle him. Just give me a second and I’ll take you home”.

“There’s no need for you to drive me, I can call  a cab.”

“Of course not. I’ll take you”.

And without giving you a chance to argue he moves toward the passenger’s seat to get his now fast asleep brother out of the car.

It’s a quiet drive with Osamu. He doesn’t bother with idle chat but he doesn’t seem to be bothered by your questions. He even tells you how Atsumu refused to watch TV for almost three months after they watched the ring while they were kids. 

“I also have all sorts of unflattering photos to sell to the press if I ever want to go on vacation”.

“Or to expand your restaurant”.

When Osamu laughs at your comment you see Atsumu all over his face.

Osamu pulls up at your building and gets out of the car to open your door. As you step outside the cool air of the night fills your lungs and you wish for nothing more than to be tucked under your covers. 

“Thanks for the ride again, you didn’t have to”.

“And hear Atsumu’s non stop complaining about it? Fun”.

You give him a confused look and he simply shakes his head.

“Don’t mind me. Besides I was curious” he adds, while once again giving you that unreadable stare. “I get it”.

“Well” he says. “Good night, I’ll see you once he makes up his mind”.

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It’s Monday, it’s late,  and you need to contact Iwaizumi when Atsumu enters your field of vision.

“Hey, you ready for Saturday night?”

You’re still too focused on the email you’re reading to pay close attention to his next words.

“You owe me a date”.

“Really?” you say, not really processing his words and almost on autopilot.

You miss the way Atsumu’s brows furrow as  he places his hand atop your tablet, effectively forcing your gaze straight to his face.

“Are you trying to break your promise?”

And it finally lands on you. 

“I… I honestly thought you wouldn’t remember”.

“I’m picking you at 9, so be ready for dinner”.

He doesn’t give you a chance to answer as he is walking past you, a gym bag tossed over his shoulder.

A text lits up your screen on the day of your date with Atsumu:

— Hey, it’s Osamu, good luck with my brother and please don’t break his heart, he really likes you.

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HEYY I SAW UR POST ABT SENDING YOU REQUEST FOR OUR BLEACH FAVS!!!

The character i have in mind is a bit hard to make a thrist of but could you possibly be able to do nnoitra..😔 but if you can't PLEASEEEEE do ukitake🤍🤍

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⤷ nnoitra it is, because he is deliciously twisted!

⁂ mdni!

He isn’t looking for salvation, he doesn’t believe in it and he doesn’t need it.

He doesn’t want it, it’s for people with greater hopes, for those who still yearn and long for something more than the present, it’s for the ones who still are waiting for something better. It’s for the fools that are too focused on the future or in the past.

As if it would change their life.

It’s stupid, it’s meaningless, and yet, if this is what it feels like, well, he can see why it can become an obsession. It’s not so much as if he is being saved, but more so like he is alive, he feels ever fiber on his muscles tense and burning, and the place on his back where your hands are placed urgently begging for him to go “Deeper, please”, are setting his whole skin ablaze.

Your moans die on his chest as he towers over you, body so much larger and broader than yours even if you’d never thought it possible that it’s laughable how much smaller you look next to him.

It nearly makes him laugh.

And he goes deeper, he thrusts harder, with so much force that your full body recoils in turn and he needs to tighten his grip around the soft flesh of your hips to better ground you against the floor where he has decided to take you this time.

For as second, as you deliciously whimper his name as he feels your insides tighten around him in a way that has him crossing his eyes he has a small moment of clarity and hesitation. Why did he obliged so easily to your begging, it would have been so easy to simply make you beg more for it, as he has been known for.

The look of pure raw need on your eyes is enough of a treat for it to be worth it, not to mention how much he enjoys knowing he is the one making you fall apart. So why? Why is it so important for him to be able to see your face when you need him the most, desperate wanton eager to not only see you, but to know it’s only because of him.

Your nails dig and drag against his back and he stops thinking.

You are here, your legs are warped around him and your heels crossed above his ass urge him to go deeper as he feels you coming undone around him. Maybe you have become his salvation and maybe, just maybe, he doesn’t care.

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