#haikyuu!! one shot

[bokutosmochi]

THE BIRTHDAY KITTEN ♡ BOKUTO KOTARO

bokuto kotaro x catgirl!reader

ingredients? when bokuto adopted you from the neatest shelter, you were one of the oldest kitties there -- all the hybrids you grew up with adopted by owners of their own years before the owlish ace came into the picture. of course this meant you didn't have the most real life experiences.

what's it? smut

allergen warning/s? reader’s a lil dumb, past allusions to parental abuse, neglect, mentions of feelings of depression, losing a pet, fingernail picking, ahegao face, fingering, oral!fem receiving, praise kink, cum eating, daddy kink, choking, multiple orgasms, swearing, praise kink, and mentions of breeding kink towards the end -- super light

sugar level? 4.5k

regulars? @hanayanetwork​

parlor's note? this is my first time (and probably not last time because this is fun!) writing for a hybrid so please as always, feel free to give feedback cause i think this could be better but for now, i have channeled all hornee energy into this, what can i say?

written for @fuwushiguro's hybrids collab! you can find the masterlist over here!

bon appetit!

you were lucky that bokuto adopted you that day a year before, lucky that bokuto found himself getting lonely whenever volleyball season was over, lucky that you finally got yourself a home where you were loved and cherished.

you were lucky for a lot of things, most of them revolving around bokuto kotaro. the man sleeping next to you right now, allowing himself to sleep in for a few hours since this year's volleyball season was officially over. there wouldn't be as many practice sessions and perhaps a few years ago, he would have frowned at that, but not anymore. not now that he has you.

you pawed at your face when you first woke up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes only to notice that your boyfriend was still asleep. while you're glad he's able to get some well-deserved rest, a part of you is disappointed because all you wanted to do is to talk to him and kiss him all over, cuddle into his neck until you were nothing but mere atoms floating around in the endless space of the universe.

as if he could feel your stare on his face, his hand around your waist tightened, pulling you further against him, making you silently purr in contentment, snuggling into his warm chest that radiated nothing short of warmth and comfort. after all, even though you've been rescued from the abusive household you were brought up in after the neighbors called the police on the people you shared the house with, it's not like the shelter was the best.

sure, while the workers and volunteers who worked the shift there didn't pull on your sensitive ears or your tail when you made a mistake, and while sure, they didn't put a collar around your neck and tied you to the lamppost outside your house in the pouring rain all because you arrived five minutes past curfew when you were playing with your friends, you were still neglected there, never given anything that wasn't a strict need. sometimes you'd get a visitor, someone who was looking to adopt you. they'd scratch the lovely spot behind your ears and shower you in compliments, but at the end of the day, they never came back for you, opting for another hybrid at the rescue, or realizing that maybe, this was not the life for them so at some point, you just stopped getting excited for them. the curious look you shot them when they took a peek of you was gone, replaced by you looking at them, then going back to what you were doing prior to that. you rubbing yourself on their leg when they set you down on the floor became you just sitting there, listening to them talk to the workers about potentially adopting you. all the friends you made at the shelter were gone, adopted by owners who promised you that you were the one while dangling the feather toy in front of you. you never really bothered making any new friends after your best friend was adopted, learning that everyone would just come and go, leaving you behind.

slowly but surely, the hope inside of you was running out.

that was until bokuto came around.

you remembered that day like it was yesterday. it was in the summer, the month of may. the finals of the last volleyball tournament of the year was a month ago and without the practices that lasted all day, the loneliness hit bokuto like a brick. it was sweltering hot, you could feel the pin pricks on the back of your neck, on your back and it was just around the time when the owners of the shelter would bring you out to the grooming room and cut the soft fur around your ears and tail and trim your pretty hair for your convenience so they were the people you expected when you were napping on top of your favorite blanket -- you usually liked to cover yourself with it and snuggle into it, but the heat was proving to be too much.

that wasn't the case for this particular summer. instead, you heard the voice of the twenty year old volunteer who's been doing volunteer work there since she was sixteen calling your name in a soft whisper, unsure whether you were asleep or not because your back was turned to her. you sat up and turned around, only to be met by a man you've never seen before. he had spiky black and silver hair and was wearing a large grin on his face, his eyes sparkling as he stared at you in awe?

was it awe?

you weren't sure, but that's the only way you could describe it.

"c'mere," she hummed, motioning for you to come towards the opening of the cage as she did so.

of course you did, already knowing the drill.

you stood at full height in front of the strange man and if you didn't feel so hopeless and depressed, you probably would have returned his excited smile, but unfortunately, that wasn't the case. you simply stared at him blankly before the girl, cassie told the both of you to come follow her to the interviewing room.

the way bokuto answered was a bit unusual, but a good unusual. you've seen children excited to get a pet before, and you've seen teenagers who just got ready to devote themselves to another pet after losing their previous one a few years ago, but even though there was no denying the fact that they were excited and happy, their energy did not even begin to compare with bokuto's. his voice was fast and loud. cassie asked him to repeat himself several times during the interview, something you've never seen her do, all because his words that were uttered too fast sewn into one unintelligible mess of phrases and much to your discontent, you actually felt a pang of hope bloom in your chest. and as always, bokuto didn't let you down.

sadly, the shelter didn't let you leave that easily. the professional volleyball player had to leave you there for a few days while some of the staff scheduled a day to check out bokuto's house to see if it was appropriate for you, if he would be able to accommodate you properly. you sat in the backseat of the car while they did that and from where you were, you could see the - sloppy - handmade banner that was strewn on the doorway of the bokuto household reading welcome to your new home [y/n]!! and you felt yourself smile genuinely after god knows how long. you prayed to any and every deity out there that bokuto passes the "test" and you'd be allowed to live with him.

he did, and with flying colors too.

and as they say it, the rest is history.

bokuto flashes that same grin you fell in love with a year ago and kisses the tip of your nose, nuzzling his face to your neck, breathing in your scent and sighing contentedly. "g' morning, kitty."

"good morning, bo."

before you could thread your fingers through his soft locks, his head pops out from its position in the crook of your neck. the familiar grin is there and you found yourself wondering how a person could have so much energy when they first woke up in the morning.

he didn't leave you with much time to guess. "it's your birthday isn't it??"

birthday?

the word passes through your lips once, then twice when you finally gather your thoughts. since the shelter you were at didn't celebrate birthdays, you didn't know anything about it. you didn't even know when yours was, if you even had one. you knew everyone was born, obviously, but you didn't really know that everyone's was special as all of yours were treated like just another day. your knowledge about birthdays was limited to the first and only one you attended: bokuto's. the one he celebrated the year he got you. you didn't really remember it to be too pleasant. too much noise and chatter. bokuto left you alone for the majority of the party held at your shared house as he was passed from one person to another, from his sisters, to his friend back in high school, to a man with very tall, black, spiky hair, and to his very rowdy teammate who you've learned was named hinata.

the only thing that left you was a simple oh making bokuto raise his eyebrows at you and leap off of the bed. "c'mon, kitty. y' should be more excited! you get gifts and a cake, and you get to blow candles." he continued to gush. it only fueled your confusion and you found yourself tilting your head at him.

he finally finds himself uncharacteristically silent as he looks back at you, head tilted to the side like an owl, "have you never celebrated your birthday before?"

you look down and start to pick on the edge of your fingernails, unable to make eye contact with him. "i-i didn't even know i had a birthday or that i was one of the people who could celebrate it."

he kneels down before you, forcing you to look him in the eye and the emotion in those golden orbs of his makes you want to cry and bury yourself -- pity and sadness. "honey, everyone can celebrate their birthday."

this time, you made a conscious effort to not let your surprise show, but bokuto knew all of your tells. he knew you were surprised, and he also knew how you felt anxious at the thought of it all, afraid and confused at the change because your whole life may have just been flipped upside down. so instead of making you feel like he felt bad for you, he rose and put his hands on his waist. "don't you worry, kitty. we'll celebrate your birthday today and we'll make it the best day ever!" he announced with a pump of his fists to the skies above, hooting.

much like always, his enthusiasm had an effect on you. you returned his smile and set yourself on your feet as well, your tail swishing around in excitement. "well, what are we supposed to do?"

with a glint in his eye, he turned to you, "anything you want to, kitty! go on a shopping spree, go and get the fur around your ears and tail trimmed, cuddle all day, anything!"

you looked down to think about this thoroughly before you gave bokuto an answer, but he wasn't having any of it. "hun, you don't have to take it so seriously, okay? we can do whatever your pretty heart desires!" he beamed, placing a hand on your shoulder and stunning you with a flawless smile, making you do the same and slowly nod. "well, i have been missing you since you've been gone for so long, can we just cuddle and we can build one of those.." you trailed off as you did not know what they were called, simply using your arms to gesture -- not that the vague gestures actually helped your boyfriend.

"those things make of pillows and blankets and you can lay inside it and stuf-"

"pillow forts!"

"yeah! we can build a pillow fort and watch a movie and eat whatever we want and cuddle!" you exclaimed at him and bokuto felt his heart grow three times at your excitement. the way your eyes glimmered was his favorite sight, your scent his favorite smell, the feel of your skin under his palms his favorite feeling, the cherry chapstick on your lips his favorite taste, and your pretty purrs of contentment his favorite sound in the world.

he wraps an arm around you and pulls you close to him, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. "sounds like a plan."

bokuto ended up calling the supermarket closest to your house and asked them to deliver all your favorite snacks. sure, the extra service may have upped the price a few yen, but it was nothing he wasn't able to give for his best girl -- his birthday girl. while waiting for it to arrive, you guys started on the pillow fort, building it a feet in front of the huge tv he had. you gathered all the pillows and blankets in your house, and he gathered the chairs needed. together, you laid out the futon, piled on the blankets and fluffed up the pillows, adding some of your most beloved stuffed toys too for some company, and before you knew it, it was done and there was a person knocking on the door -- the supermarket worker with the food.

bokuto set it all up in front of the two of you when you were choosing the movie.

it was quick and a few seconds later, you were already nestled in bokuto's arms, nuzzling the side of your face against his chest and mewling while reaching for a snack.

the movie you chose, you couldn't exactly say it was your favorite because you haven't actually watched it yet. you've only heard some stuff about it online - every review left by professionals and amateurs alike were positive - and you've seen the trailer. from those two things, you most clearly did not know there was going to be an intimate scene in the movie -- one that dragged on for a very long time, to make it even worse.

you felt uncomfortable, not because of the nature of what was happening on screen - both people being bare, the woman being held in the man's arms and having kisses laid on her, from the back of her ear, all the way down to the base of her neck - but rather, because of the aching feeling in your legs you've never felt before. you had no idea what to do so you just trusted your instincts, unconsciously rubbing your thighs together and whining around the grape-flavored lollipop in your mouth.

bokuto was quick to take notice of this and even quicker to take charge of the situation upon seeing your obvious distress. "hey kitten, what's wrong." he rubbed your back, a worried look on his handsome face as he searched yours for a sign, any sign of what might be bothering you as he had no idea himself.

"ah! my, my cunny, bo! i don't, i dunno!" you gasped out.

his owlish eyes widened a tad bit more at your words and he genuinely had no idea what to do. were you hurting? did an ant manage to bite you down there? were you experiencing a heat? as far as he knew from the research he had done, hybrids like you should not be experiencing heats. were you just aroused? but surely, you would already know that feeling, shouldn't you? then again, bokuto couldn't be sure, after all, you were completely oblivious to the fact that everyone could have a birthday party.

"what'd you want me to do, kitty? does it hurt? can i touch you?"

"god, yes! yes please!" you mewled out, grabbing his wrist and dragging it further down your body. he was positive you had no idea what was happening, but leaving you in this condition you are currently in looked like the worse option between the two, so when his fingers snaked under the waistband of your shorts and panties and managed to run circles on your clit making you moan and throw your head back, he couldn't help the relief that flooded his system. "there you go, kitty. there you go," he hummed, his other hand reaching up to pet your hair and scratch the spot behind your ear that he knew was your weakness. you were powerless against the motions of his hands and soon, your tongue was sticking out of your mouth and you became cross-eyed.

the movie was long forgotten. the only thing you could focus on was the feeling of his hands on you, and the only thing he could focus on was how you reacted to every little thing he did -- he wanted to memorize all your favorite things and bury it into his memory.

when you reached your climax, squirting all over his large hand and the mattress under you, his sweatpants felt just a bit too tight and he knew there was no chance he wasn't taking you right then and there, mostly because of how you were practically begging him to rearrange your insides and ruin your precious cunt.

he rolled you over to your back and got on top of you, leaning down to capture your bottom lip between his teeth and pull it back, only to delve back into you again. "you taste so good, kitty!! can't wait to have more." his hands gripped your top and pulled it off of you in one swift motion, expertly avoiding your ears before kissing you again. while his mouth was busy with yours, his fingers traveled down to your bottoms. the way they grazed your exposed flesh had goosebumps raising on your skin and if you weren't aroused before then you definitely were now.

bokuto was all too aware of that, smiling at the feeling of you rubbing your tits against him, perky nipples on his chest. "feeling good, kitty?"

and you were powerless to do anything but nod. "more! n-need more!"

if bokuto was being honest with himself, he wanted to tease you some more, but with the way you were whining for his touch, his instincts warned him against it so he was quick to slip two fingers into your cunt, the wetness that gathered on your pussy making the slide easy and painless. if anything, it was the most pleasurable feeling you've felt in your entire life. it made your toes curl and grab onto his arm for dear life. "bo!"

when the sounds you made traveled through his ear canal and into his brain, it was almost like he went feral. he ripped your shorts off of your figure along with your panties and shoved his face onto you, trying to shove the wet muscle of his tongue as deep as it can go inside your cunt and lapping at the juices spilling from you.

you could do nothing but bury your hands through his hair and throw your head back in ecstasy as bokuto ate you out like he was a starved man and you were a five star buffet.

and while all of this was going on, the television was still playing in the background, though it was long forgotten by the both of you. bokuto was too focused on the addicting taste of you on his tongue and making you feel good, make you moan more of those pretty noises he's become addicted to.

the coil in your abdomen tightens and tightens, the more time bokuto spends in between your legs -- it's the only thing your mind can focus on. and the moment he presses his nose against your clit, you were done for, screaming so loudly the neighbors could probably hear - bokuto hopes they don't call the police because he really doesn't want anything to interrupt this moment - and tugging on his locks so roughly it sends a wave of searing pain through him -- he cannot get himself to care though, muttering "that's it", "good girl, that's a good kitty", and "come on my tongue" the whole time you were on your high. he knew that he should probably give you some time to calm down, process everything that just happened, every new emotion that courses through your veins, but he was unable to do so, instead lapping his tongue at your entrance the whole time and having one of his hands reach out and play with your tits through your flimsy t-shirt, begging for his attention.

once bokuto was done and you were starting to try and even out your breaths, he crashed his lips onto yours, nipping at your bottom lip and sucking on it harshly -- a new sensation for you, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't like it. there was something about everything that set your senses ablaze -- maybe it was the taste of you being transferred from your cunt, to bokuto's tongue, to your mouth, something about the sinfulness of it, or maybe it was the way bokuto's passion in kissing made your head spin, or maybe it was the feeling of bokuto's large, calloused hands roaming all over your body. truthfully, you cannot put your finger on it, even if you tried.

slowly, slowly, bokuto peeled your t-shirt off as well as the remainders of his clothes leaving you skin-to-skin with nothing in between you but the drops of perspiration going down your bodies.

his head went up from the junction between your neck and your shoulder where he was previously sucking deep purple hickies into, "you really wanna do this, baby?" his breath was hot on you and it did little to nothing to stop the wetness gathering between your legs, soaking the bed and your tail which whipped around and subconsciously started to caress bokuto's bare back. "mhmm, 'm sure, daddy. wanna try everything with you."

you didn't even process the words that have left your mouth when his eyes widened. the fact that you didn't know why that happened made you feel a bit anxious at first, but it quickly subsided when you saw the familiar glow and excitement shine in his golden eyes. "daddy? you want to be my baby girl? you sure??" and you can't help but to let out a hearty laugh and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down with you. "a hundred percent sure. you'd take good care of me, would you?" you instinctively mewled and rubbed the side of your head against his chest which unbeknownst to you, was exploding with happiness. "you bet! and right now, you're my pretty girl. my pretty birthday girl," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose before your lips.

when he slid his tongue against your bottom lip, you tried to tease him a bit and didn't let it slide into your mouth, but bokuto was having none of it. suddenly, you felt his finger on your clit, rubbing small, tight circles onto it making you gasp -- of course he took that as his chance to have his tongue meld with yours and steal your breath away while you were at it.

you kept on bucking your hips up to meet his finger, yet soon enough, it seemed like you needed something else. "daddy, need your cock. please," you whined at him, wrapping your legs around his waist and rubbing your throbbing cunt by his pelvis only for him to chuckle at you. "you're probably wet enough, right?" his head tilted to the side a bit before simply shrugging to himself. "tell me if it hurts, okay kitty?" he waited for you to nod and then slid his cock into your pussy.

and god. bokuto thought, breathing out a shaky breath from his mouth, eyes clenched so tight that it hurts the tiniest bit. sliding in is the easy part. not cumming too soon is the hard part. not that he would ever tell anyone that. even if he did though, it's not like anyone could ever blame him.

it's so tight and warm and bokuto swears he can stay there forever and not get sick of it. it grips and hugs his cock like a glove, like it was made for his cock and his cock specifically.

"this fucking kitty cunt," he hisses out making you look up at him in concern -- thankfully for you, you were wet enough for it to not hurt a single bit. it was only a bit uncomfortable at first, but you quickly got used to it. that didn't mean you didn't enjoy it anymore though, cause you definitely love the feeling of bokuto inside you. it's most certainly the closest you've been to each other and you're obsessed with every single aspect of it. you just hoped bokuto felt the same as you did. "do you not like it, daddy?"

"fucking love it, kitty." he groaned out, thrusting in and out of your pussy at such a fast pace, almost as if he couldn't control himself. "can i pull on your collar, please, pretty? 'y can tell me if it's too much," he whined out making you nod. you didn't quite know what to expect, but you trusted bokuto -- the same bokuto who wasted no time before grabbing the pink leather collar wrapped around your neck that's decorated with fine white lace and pulling it back harshly. the sensation of air getting pushed out of your lungs was an unexpected one, but a welcome one nonetheless. it made your eyes roll to the back of your head and tongue loll out of your mouth. "there we go kitty, there we go." bokuto couldn't stop the words tumbling from his mouth nor the way his fingers instinctively traveled downwards to your aching clit, swollen and longing to be touched by  bokuto's skilled fingers.

and just like that, you came right on his digits and cock. saliva was starting to accumulate under your face, but you didn't even notice it anymore, too lost in the feeling of pure nirvana.

"good fucking girl, good fucking girl. take daddy's cock just like that- yeah, yeah."

you've come up to the conclusion that bokuto's loudness and talkativeness didn't halt when he's in bed. in fact, it seemingly increases when he's about to cum like he is now -- the feeling of your clenching pussy proving to be too much for the professional volleyball player as he found himself unable to do anything but spill his seed inside and breed you -- thrusting his hips flush against yours all the way throughout his high.

"didja enjoy your birthday, kitty?"

i get: reblog

you get: a cat toy

do we have a deal?

[omi-boshi]

"What are you doing?" Kiyoomi asks from his place on the bed, wary.

His arms part as he makes space for you to wiggle your way onto his chest. He breathes a laugh at your antics, watches as you take his face between the palm of your hands. The grin that tugs on your lips is a little lopsided, a little cheeky.

The bright red of your lips catches the light and it is the last thing he sees before you begin your assault.

Kiss. On his lips.

Kiss. Right cheek.

Kiss. Left cheek.

Kiss. Tip of his nose.

Kiss. The moles on his forehead.

By the tenth kiss, he is roaring in laughter. The kind of laugh that you've only ever heard when he's with you. It's loud, it shakes his entire being, jostling your body that lies on top of his if not for the arms he has wrapped around you to keep you in place.

It's a little ugly, a little silly the way he snorts in between laughs, but it is offset by the unbridled joy so clear to your ears. The kisses you leave by the corner of his eyes are distorted by the way they're crinkled in laughter. From there, his grin is a permanent fixture as you continue to fill every gap on his face and neck with kisses.

As the tint on your lips slowly fades, his laughter does too, mellowing down into a dopey little smile, eyes bright. You pull back to admire your handiwork, your smile just as dazed.

One arm unravels from your waist to cradle one of your hands still cupping his cheeks. He nuzzles into the touch, eyes tracing over your features, gaze so warm you feel it on your skin. It moves you to lean in once more, to kiss him on the lips.

Longer this time.

And Kiyoomi is more than eager to reciprocate. It's heavier, wetter. More breaths, gasps, and the occasional bites. There is an attempt at deepening the kiss further; Kiyoomi's tongue tracing the seam of your lips. But the giddiness that thrums through him pulls his grin wider. Every time your teeth clash, it makes you laugh into his mouth. It is truly in vain that you try to kiss properly.

When you finally pull away, it is to Kiyoomi mirroring you and cupping your cheeks with both hands.

"What was that for?" He is breathless as he asks. The look on his face no less lovestruck than it was before. The tint on his lips was the most smeared compared to all other kiss marks on his face. It makes you giggle, amused.

"I just wanted to kiss you, is all." You kiss the palm of his left hand to emphasize. "And I wanted to try out the lipstick I bought today." You nod towards the tube sitting innocently on your nightstand.

Kiyoomi shakes his head, chuckling to himself.

He hugs you to his chest, rolling you onto your back, placing himself on top of you. He reaches for the tube of lipstick, smile growing mischievous.

"Guess it's time to return the favor."

[wttcsms]

when you know, you know, atsumu miya ;

pairing atsumu miya x f!reader word count 1k synopsis atsumu considers marriage to be a trap, until he realizes that even a lifetime commitment to you isn't long enough content contains fluff, talks of marriage!!!! he's a softie

It starts off like this: nobody sees Atsumu Miya getting married — not now, not ever, not in the foreseeable future, nor in any of the millions of alternate and parallel universes that may or may not exist.

You’re just not the type of person we see settling down. 

Yeah, that might be true, but it still stings a little. It stings when he sees the white picket fences, and the cars with the MY KID’S AN HONOR STUDENT bumper stickers. It stings when he happens to accidentally catch a rerun of those family-centered sitcoms; the ones where they argue during the day and make up at night, with some cliche moral to the over dramatic situations that have occurred onscreen fifteen minutes ago. It stings when he watches his teammates get engaged and he has to congratulate them — he’s genuinely happy for them, don’t get him wrong — but still… 

It doesn’t matter. Atsumu Miya has long since held the firm belief that he’s just not the type of person the whole “fall in love, get married, have a family, cue the domesticity cuteness overload” schtick is meant for. Besides, it’s not like it’s something he’s spent years obsessing over (maybe months, at most). 

He rationalizes his bachelor status (that’s been a part of him for so long that it’s getting to become somewhat of a red flag for potential girlfriends) as him being the only one left with his priorities straight. After all, he doesn't have to worry about things like parent-teacher conferences or crayon drawings on the wall or trying to buy flowers to make sure the wife isn’t too mad when he comes home late. 

After all, he tells everyone, settling down is still settling. 

And Atsumu Miya, under no circumstances, ever settles.

Which is an ideal he clings to with such a tight grip, if it were flesh and blood, it would be suffocating. He doesn’t, he decides after a while, believe in marriage. 

(That is to say: he doesn’t believe that it’s possible for him. 

It’s not what he says explicitly, but it’s what he truly means.) 

So, when he tells you this on your second date, you’re a little stunned, but you’re quick to recover. Okay… So that’s the explanation you’ve been waiting for. The reason why this six feet two inches tall professional athlete with a bank account he generously withdraws money from has been single for so long is because he doesn’t believe in marriage. 

Other than that, he’s been nothing but great. Near perfect. So, all you do is nod and continue on with the original topic of the conversation. Eventually, your budding romance blooms into something much bigger than either of you ever anticipated or saw coming, and while you yourself have never mentioned the M-word after that date, it’s all Atsumu can think about right now. 

Marriage.

The concept of it looms over your relationship; a perpetual gray cloud that threatens to flood this perfect little relationship and have it all go down the drain. You never brought it up after he basically told you he would never marry anyone, and he never brought it up purely because — well — he’s a bit of a coward. 

He’s the type of person who’s set on his own convictions, by the way. If his balls ever drop, and he decides to Man Up, he figures he’ll start the conversation just like that. His stubbornness is nothing new to you, but him figuring out that he might be wrong makes his stomach feel funny. It’s sick and twisted. 

“Hey, what do you want for dinner tonight? I’m at the store right now, and I’m in the mood to cook.” He can picture it clearly: you, standing in one of the grocery store aisles, phone balanced in between your ear and shoulder as you compare the ingredients of the name brand and generic cereal. 

He’s in the locker room, about to pack up his gym bag (that you’ll complain reeks) and head back to his apartment (that’s starting to feel a lot more like yours, with the way your skincare products dominate the bathroom counter), and it hits him so suddenly, he has to sit back down on the bench. 

Atsumu Miya thinks that marriage isn’t for him, and as a defense mechanism, he decides that marriage sucks anyway. But through the tinny speakers of his phone, he can hear you toss something in the shopping cart. He hears the faint crying of a toddler in the background, and then he starts to think about what it would be like to walk around the store with a baby that takes after you. Right now, you’re already sleeping in the same bed with him at least four times out of the week, but it would be perfect, he thinks, to get the privilege to wake up to you every morning.

“Atsumu?” You try to get his attention, and Atsumu tries to ignore the warm and fuzzy feeling he gets when he considers a future with you. Settling down is still settling, he tells himself, and then he thinks of the way you looked when you caught the bouquet at a friend’s wedding. The pleased smile on your face, the triumphant way you held the flowers over your head, head thrown back in glee; you looked absolutely radiant. You caught his eye, and you quickly lowered your hands, giving him a sheepish grin. 

He realizes now that if anyone is settling, it’s you. You don’t know that he notices the way you tear up at weddings, or how excited you sound when you get back from dress shopping with one of your friends. You want to get married, and the only thing stopping you is him.

He’s spent ages deluding himself into thinking that he’s somehow losing if he decides to trap himself into a marriage with someone, but no one can accuse him of settling when it’s you he’s marrying. You’re the prize. You’re the only person in the world he wants to give his last name and an obnoxiously big ring to. 

“Make whatever you want, baby. I’ll eat anything.” He’s checking the locations for the nearest jewelers in his immediate vicinity. “I might be a little late, though. I have to check on something.” 

[omiomi-kyun]

02:42 a.m. — daddy's day out

AKAASHI KEIJI is usually calm and collected. He always think three steps ahead and has several backup plans in case something goes wrong. Some would say he's stoic, almost emotionless—until he became a dad.

Although he's busy with several projects at hand, he never failed to pay attention to his family. He's a dedicated husband and a doting father to his son. To strengthen his bond with his child, he requested to have a dedicated day for them to bond.

However, during one of those days, something inevitable happened: your son's first vaccination.

It was an event you wanted to spend with them, but you were also stuck at your workplace where heaps of tasks awaits you.

“will he be fine? i've read several articles online and also asked some of my colleagues about their children's first vaccination, but i don't think it prepared me enough...”

the doctor and her assistant smiled as they prepare the materials they'll use for this session. the doctor explained the process and gave him an idea of what might happen afterwards.

keiji nodded his head while listening attentively to her response. his son, atsuki, has always been a calm child just like his dad—and sometimes, it makes you and akaashi worry about him.

“ah... i can't look...” he whispered while keeping atsuki's right arm from flailing around. “i'm so nervous...”

atsuki tried to turn his head towards the doctor, but her assistant was quick to keep his head in place.

“he'll be fine,” the doctor responded calmly while applying holding the syringe close to your son's arm. she insert the needle in his chubby arm while the assistant hands over a plaster towards the doctor.

the deafening silence was ended when atsuki began to wail. akaashi kissed the top of his head while soothing his back.

“it's okay...”

akaashi himself couldn't stop his own tears from falling after hearing him wail in pain. “it's for your own good, atsu-kun,” he whispered while peperring the top of your son's hair with featherlight kisses.

“one vaccine done.”

akaashi looked at the doctor, terrified. his slowly calming heart began to race. “there's more?!”

“it's the last one... today, at least.”

he was horrified.

needless to say, you both agreed to make time whenever your son's getting vaccinated. because neither of you has to go through all that alone.

[atsumulogy]

“atsumu, when i die —”

“no, stop, don’t say that. ‘ya aren’t going to die.” he interrupted you before you could even finish, his gaze burning.

“of course i won’t, i’m immortal!” you joked. and to this, he flashed a small smile.

“but, hypothetically, if i do die, i want you to make my coffin look cute. maybe LED lights? yeah, and —” you were cut off with your rambling by a kiss to your lips. the two of you savoring the fleeting moment, gripping onto his shirt as you felt yourself weaken from his touch.

“yes, angel, i’ll do that okay? now stop yappin’ about ‘ya dying. ‘ya aren’t goin’ to die. i — i won’t even let ‘ya.” he said with so much determination that you couldn’t help but believe him.

your eyes feel heavy. “‘tsumu?”

“hm?” he looks at you, shimmering eyes.

“i’m tired, i wanna go to sleep.”

“oh — okay, sure — i, i love ‘ya, goodnight. let’s talk again tomorrow, m’kay?” he asked, the hope in his voice felt quite cruel to even exist.

“of course, i love you.”

the beeping from the monitor went to a deafening halt. atsumu felt like he was suffocating, the air in his lungs evaporating. you — the air that filled his lungs, the air he breathes, ceased. the shimmer in his eyes turned into tears.

you two never really did get to properly talk again tomorrow, or the day after that, or ever again.

[oniku-niku]

Inked } Suna Rintarou

Tattooed!Suna Rintarou x f!Reader Summary} Sometimes Suna gets inspirations for tattoo designs, and you just happen to be the most supportive girlfriend. Word count} 2.5k Warnings} NSFW!! This is straight up SMUT bro. PLEASE MOVE PAST IF YOU'RE UNDERAGED!! Swearing, thigh riding(brief), praise, teasing, so much teasing, SoftDom!Suna, cockwarming, clit spanking (like 3 times), pet names (doll, princess, baby), read at your own volition(Tell me if I miss anything)

Sometimes going out in public with your boyfriend, Suna, is tough. In every sense of the word because people tend to double take when they look at you, and then him, or vice versa. Both of his arms are covered in ink, the intricate details of the designs weave together to create art that continues under his shirt. 

People take time to look at his arms and trail down to where his hands are holding onto yours. It’s like he’s holding a blank canvas. Not a single speck of ink can be seen on you and it throws them off completely. Those looks don’t faze you anymore after three years of dating.

It’s your decision to not get any tattoos. Not because there’s any reason preventing you, but it just isn’t a thought that crosses your mind. Suna more than respects your decisions because he loves you too much to push you to do something so permanent, and he thinks it’s kind of funny when people gawk. There are the occasional assholes who boldly ask intrusive questions but one sharp glare shuts them up. You’re his pretty little girlfriend whether or not you have any tattoos. Besides, he’d rather the marks he left on you are hidden in places only he knows.

“Is this one gonna tickle, Rin?” You ask him as he places his hoodie neatly on the couch cushion. A small chuckle leaves him when he looks up at you. You’re seated over his lap, thighs on both sides of his, settling yourself comfortably as his hands snake from your waist down to cup your ass. If you weren’t close before, you are now with the way he squeezes and pulls you closer.

“Oh, it definitely will, princess. Try not to squirm, ‘kay?” He whispers close to your lips, giving it a fleeting peck before his hands move up to pull at the hem of your tank top, taking it off and settling it on the hoodie. Your tits are inches from his face and he swears he can live like this forever. 

“No bra?” He places a peck on his favorite beauty mark on the valley of your chest, his fingers ghosting the sides of your mounds, eliciting a soft sigh from you. You shake your head with a cheeky smile.

“We don’t have anywhere to be today so I didn’t bother.” A pierced eyebrow quirks up at your answer, his lips pulling into a smirk. 

“Does that mean this is the last thing I’m pulling off later?” He slips a thumb under the hem of your pajama shorts, not reaching in far enough to where you want him. Before you can voice your complaints, that hand grips your thigh and he grinds his hip up as a warning. The movement had your core dragging against his member, only two layers away, and you immediately fell quiet, opting to twirl a piece of his hair behind his head instead.

As much as Suna would love to give you that kind of attention, he knew you both can wait.

“Sit still.” You watch him pick up a black water soluble marker and uncap it with his teeth, as his other hand was filled with your ass. 

This was one of your guys’ lazy days activities. Just because you don’t have any official ink on you doesn’t mean you’re opposed to him practicing on you. It started when he was absentmindedly doodling on some napkins at his parlor. 

It was a slow day and the next appointment wouldn’t be until later. As he picked up the phone to answer a customer, his other hand continued to idle, not realizing that your bare thigh was what his pen was idling on. You could’ve told him but he was so focused that you didn’t want to break the process as he talked to the caller. By the time it ended, he was proudly looking at the piece before he looked at you to ask for an opinion but then immediately started to apologize once he realized. Needless to say, you told him you didn’t mind, in fact you welcomed it whenever he gets inspiration. Since then, his sketchbooks were seldom used. 

The tip of the marker touches the top of your sternum and his work begins. The first time he practiced with you topless, you were a blushing mess. Your hands constantly wanted to cover your breasts but he reassured you by giving occasional kisses, some teasing when you shift. Your comfort is his number one priority and he wouldn’t do anything you weren’t okay with. Which is how you’re sitting here with him dragging the marker lower and lower until it reaches above your belly button. 

Seeing Suna so focused always gets you flustered because he carefully places his hands where they need to be to stabilize your skin. He leans closer whenever he puts in small details and you get a whiff of his cologne.

“Arms up.” He instructs and you waste no time lifting and holding them behind your head. He slightly tilts his torso to view your left side, bringing the marker to continue his work. You tense when he presses a little harder, and that small movement tells him that it tickles. He chuckles before giving you a squeeze to say “My bad”. The angle allows you to admire the works that are on his arm. You’ve seen them so many times that it’s practically a clear image in your head but you never get tired of it. The way his muscles flex when it moves, it’s almost mesmerizing.

When he’s finished with your left, he moves over to your right, making sure to pepper kisses across your chest on his way. When he sees you tapping your foot on the edge of the couch, he knows you’re getting antsy holding your arms up for so long. He gives your thigh two pats when he’s finished and you lower your arms to drape over his shoulders once again, fingers threading through his hair. 

“Thatagirl..” he breathes out before capping the marker and pulling you down by the back of your neck to slot his lips against yours. You take this chance to grind your hip against his once again as he holds your head still. Your breath is heated, mind getting foggy just from him kissing you. Your hands tug at his roots and he let out a groan. Thinking you had the upper hand, your tongue tries slipping past his lips.

The hand that wasn’t holding your head moves to smack against your ass before firmly gripping it to ease the burn. The simple movement makes you moan and he shoves his tongue in your mouth to remind you who’s really in charge. Keeping his tongue playing with yours, he sits straighter up on the couch, basically making you arch your back to keep from falling. Your perky nipples brush against the fabric of his black t-shirt and you grind yourself onto him again just to feel more of him. 

If Suna focuses enough, he can faintly feel you clenching through your shorts and it only gets him harder. His hands slide down to move your hips against him, making sure you feel every inch he has for you. The small mewls coming from you only encourage him further and his hands are roaming all over you like he can’t get enough. 

“Off.” He wants your shorts gone, and though he hides it well, he’s just as impatient as you. Inked hands tug at his shirt to pull it over his head as you quickly slide from his lap to kick off your shorts. His smirk returns when he spots the damp patch where your bare core was before you’re back over his thighs. 

“Impatient, hmm?” His hands busy themselves cupping your ass cheeks again, fingers running over your folds just to tease you before going to hold your waist. His lips are back on you, trailing from your cheeks down to your neck where he takes his time finding that spot that has you whining for him. 

“Rin…please..” You moan when he thrusts up against your core and you can feel your arousal soaking into his pants.

“So cute…” He just can’t help but tease, you make the sweetest little sounds and it’s all for him. His hand goes to unzip and pull his pants down just enough for his member to spring free. It leans towards his stomach  even while hard, precum wetting the tip making you gush further on his thigh. Just when you’re able to hold the base does he grip your chin and pull you closer.

“Turn around, baby.” It’s almost too easy to tell you what to do when you’re drunk off of him. You’re spinning to turn your back to his chest, hands obediently spreading yourself for him. He can’t help but bring his thumb to stroke your folds, bringing the arousal from your clenching hole to your clit, eliciting another moan from you as you move closer to where you want. 

He takes hold of his member and slaps the tip against your clit, watching the way you drip onto him before dragging himself to where he needs to be. Your knees buckle when his head slips in, moaning out, “Ahh..Rintarou..” When he’s an inch or two inside, he takes hold of your waist to ease you back down, nicely fitting himself all the way in. 

It nearly knocks the wind out of you every time no matter how many times you do it. You can feel him pulsing deep inside as he stills. Your hands go to hold his thighs to have some grip before you’re moving to bounce.

But Suna being Suna, he holds your hips in place, leaning towards your ear.

“I just had another idea.” You hear him uncapping the marker again and your heart sinks, pussy clenching onto him at the thought of waiting.

“Can you keep me warm, doll?” Yeah, he loves it when you’re needy for him, but it’s also extremely satisfying to tease you in this state too. You groan out a “Fine.” waiting for him to resume drawing.

He actually has no motive to draw anymore. Just seeing the pout on your face makes him want to pound into you further but he has to hold out, just to test how long he can wait.

You lean forward a little, and that action has him sinking a little deeper, making this almost impossible but you’re his good girl. He almost lets out a groan but bites it back. The marker touches your back again and you clench with every move, forgetting for a moment that he can feel it every single time. His restraint is a thread being pulled.

“...Rin…” Just when your patience is slipping, you feel the way the marker moves against your back. The same strokes, over and over again and you sit up a little.

“Fuck, Rin are you just doodling hearts?” Your question makes him abandon the marker, tossing it onto the coffee table before he’s taking hold of your throat, thrusting up to finally feel your walls. The thread finally snaps.

“Sorry, princess. Here, let me make it up to you,” he growls, taking hold of your thighs and pulling it to rest over his. He leans into the back rest, taking you to lay on his chest as he’s bringing his hips up. 

His thighs prevent your legs from closing as he’s pistoling his hips faster into you. Your moans ring louder when you feel his fingers on your neglected clit. He traces circles over your bundle as you drip down his shaft.

“Such a good girl, huh?” He groans. “Bein’ so well behaved when I was drawin’ on you.” He plants kisses onto your neck, his hips not faltering when your hands grip onto his.

“Oh-fuck, keep doin’ that, baby.” He rasps when you clench at his praise, driving into you further.

“Shit, hah-can ya hear yourself?” He knows his question won’t be answered when your eyes are rolling to the back of your head and whines are coming from your throat. But, he shoves two fingers into your mouth, effectively shutting you up so the room can hear the wet noises the two are making.

He should’ve known you’d wail past his fingers, sucking on them as if they were his dick. God, you’re so perfect. His other hand rubs faster against your clit when you’re clenching gets harder and harder.

“Ya close, baby?” His question is answered by a moan and our hips moving on their own to chase your high. Your grip on his hands gets tighter and he knows it’s any second now.

“Make a mess f’me, princess.” He growls into your ear and lets your hips do the work. You’re bringing yourself nearer to the edge and with Suna sending three harsh claps to your clit, you let go.

He holds you as you’re shaking from your high. Giving you a few seconds to come down, but as stated before, he’s impatient.

“R-Rin, wait-ahh-I’m not-” You’re whining as he’s thrusting up again, thighs not letting you close your legs as he’s drilling deeper. A few more pushes and he stills himself, hands gripping onto you as he’s filling you. The warmth spreads inside you as he gives a final thrust, holding onto you to calm down.

“Fuck.” You turn back to kiss him and he’s gently returning it. The two of you sit there for a while, needing to breathe and you’re looking down to admire the drawings he did earlier.

“I like these ones..” You point to the valley of your chest to show him and he looks over your shoulder.

“That one reminded me of you actually.” He mumbles against your skin, fingers tracing the details he did.

“Maybe one of these days I’ll ask you to do it permanently.” 

“Anything for my girl.” His lips press kisses onto your clavicle, giving it a gentle suck. Your light chirp response was enough to get him going again.

“Rin.” You slowly feel him hardening inside you again, turning to look at him just to see him smirking back.

“Gotta clean my girl up right? Start the shower, I’ll be right in.” He slaps your butt once more and you’re eager to race to the bathroom, making sure none of his seed drips down your legs on the way. He’s taking his time discarding his pants to follow you.

Suna Rintarou is covered in tattoos of his and your own choosing, and you’re his pretty little girlfriend who has yet to get one. He’s too whipped and in love with you to care whether or not you have any. Sure, he’d sometimes imagine what kind of ink would suit you, but when he’s greeted with the sight of you all bare, he finds you sexy nonetheless and in those moments, he just feels like he’s the luckiest man in the world.

A/N: Congratulations on making it through this messy one shot. I literally have not written s-m-u-t in so long this felt illegal. But something happened and I was outside of my body watching my write this because tattooed Sunarin was on my brain. Anyway I'm sort of back? I hope to write more in the future.

[Blog Master List]

[ceijoh]

title: holy ground

summary: in which miya atsumu is completely in love with you and you find that very hard to believe. 

word count: 3.2k+

warnings/contents: angst, fluff, humour 

masterlist

Miya Atsumu has always been a stubborn man. He was stubborn in his opinions, and feelings, and contrary to the popular belief that he flies through people romantically -that was not the case. 

He’s only ever had two major loves in his life, the first being the girl in the cereal commercial when he was a kid. Atsumu was dead set on marrying her and living on a dairy farm, and plus free cereal for life. It wasn’t until he found out that she wasn’t real -courtesy of Osamu- that he refused to believe in love. 

He’s had crushes and flings, sure, especially in high school, the majority of people do. However, he was too busy trying to win Nationals and be the best setter in Japan that romantic relationships often took the third or fourth spot in his priority list. 

Then he met you. It was raining, Atsumu remembers meeting you. You coming in, rushing into the training centre, while you handed off a bento box to his personal trainer. Watching from  the ground he was sitting on, watching as you turned, almost slipping on the floor because of your wet shoes, and Atsumu rushing over to help you before anyone could. 

Looking down at your wide eyes, your mouth parted in shock and the sheepish smile that soon took over, until he said, “Oi, watch where yer goin’, could have damaged the floor wit’ that face.” 

At the scowl on your face, and a clever comeback on your lips, he decided right then and there that you were the only person that was going to be in his heart. You were the only person that he wanted to love, and he wanted to prove it to you. 

What Atsumu didn’t know was that loving you was quite a challenge. He was expecting you to put up a little fight, but ultimately after a couple of weeks, you would fall into his arms and you would start your happy ever after. Because that’s how the greatest love stories go, right? 

It wasn’t easy for Atsumu, it turns out you were more closed off to the idea of love than he thought. Having been burnt from past lovers, and not really having your parents as good relationship models obscured what your idea of love was. 

You told him that you weren’t ready for a relationship, not after your last ex. The pain and games he put you through wasn’t worth the bits and pieces of affection that he gave you. You needed to take time to work on yourself, to find out who you really were before starting a relationship. 

Plus, you weren’t over your ex, as much of an asshole as he was, he still had a place in your heart, and while Atsumu was starting to slowly creep in, you refused to start something with him while your heart wasn’t fully committed to one person. As much as you have started to fall for Atsumu, you just couldn’t do that to him. 

Atsumu knew all of this. He knew he had his shortcomings. He knew that he was impatient when it came to things, but with you? He would wait a million years if he had to. 

He remembers the conversation he had with you when he first declared that he loved you, and you said that he was being stupid. Which he probably was, because it was months into being friends with you.

 “I’m in love with you,” Atsumu blurted out as you sat down next to him. You slowly passed the bag of takoyaki to him. 

“Well, I know that I did you a favour by bringing the best takoyaki Osaka can offer but I didn’t realise it will bring such a strong reaction,” you jested as you willed your heartbeat to slow down. 

“I’m being serious,” you knew that he was. From the moment he finished his sentence, you would have placed all your money that this moment was the most serious moment in Atsumu’s life. 

“‘Tsum, we’ve talked about this,” you turned to face the ground, unable to look at the distraught or angry look on his face. “I can’t. Not yet.” 

“I never said that I wanted us to be in a relationship,” Atsumu smiled at you fondly, not that you could see it. Placing the bag by his side, Atsumu slowly reached out for your hand that was now fiddling with the bottom of your top. “I just wanted ya to know,” he shrugged, as if the atomic bomb he just dropped was a mere raindrop. “I don’t mind waiting, if it’s for you.” 

“What happens if I ask you to wait forever?” 

“I’m a patient man.” 

“You’re one of the most impatient people I know.” 

“I can learn.” 

--

“I think, I think that I may want to start a relationship with him,” at the knowing glance of Tsukishima, you rolled your eyes. 

“Wow, you’ve finally come to the conclusion that everyone has,” at the bluntness of his tone, you roughly shoved him. Looking at his watch, “It only took you long enough.” 

At the passing comment, you frowned. “Do you think I took too long?” 

Hearing the sincerity in your tone, Tsukishima’s smirk dropped a little, and briefly looked at Kuroo who just shrugged at him telling him silently ‘you fix it’. 

Tsukishima scoffed and rolled his eyes, “That man is wholly in love with you that it’s so fucking disgusting, anyone and everyone can see it. You could be fifty and he would still love you the same amount, possibly more.” 

--

Letting yourself through the door, you called out Atsumu’s name. Hyping yourself up mentally, you felt pretty good. You felt confident, and this was something that you’ve wanted to do for a long time. You looked at your hands which were slightly shaking and you closed them tightly, swallowing the heartbeat in your mouth. 

Walking over to his couch, you briefly looked at the beautiful view that Atsumu’s apartment overlooked. It was absolutely breathtaking. Calling his name out again, you watched as he popped out from his bedroom, a bright smile on his face. 

Feeling your heart relax at the sight of him, you smiled largely. Before you could say anything, you heard another pair of footsteps, turning around to face the person, you couldn’t help but feel your heart drop to your stomach. 

You’ve seen this before, you’ve felt this emotion before. Before, you would have cried and screamed and stormed out of his flat before he or she could say anything. But now? You felt frozen, numb and detached. It felt like you were watching the scene unfold in front of your eyes but you were not yourself. 

“Oh Atsumu-san, thank you for lending me your shirt,” a woman you’ve never seen before walks out of Atsumu’s kitchen, looking at the clothing that was now on her body. 

Finally noticing that Atsumu wasn’t wearing a shirt either, your brain connected the clues. Eyes roaming over his body, you couldn’t detect any love marks, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have them. 

Turning to you, Atsumu paled. No, fuck no. This was not happening. Pinching himself, he realised that this was in fact happening. “(Y/N), it’s not what you think.” 

“OH!” You yelped out, forcing yourself to calm down by clenching your first, you internally berated yourself. This was not the time to cry. “Oh, I’m so, sorry,” you rushed out your apologies, bowing profusely, already mentally and emotionally checking out of the place. You both gave them a tight lipped smile, “I’m just leaving, I’ll leave you two.” 

Rushing out the door, desperately trying to wipe away the tears before any of them saw, you ran to the elevator. Punching the key to make it go faster, you could hear Atsumu’s footsteps rushing out to catch up to you. 

Praying to every deity you could think of, you were finally blessed when you heard the familiar ding. Pushing the lobby, and forcing the doors to close, you kept your eyes down as you saw Atsumu rounding the corner before the door closed. 

Gasping and leaning on the wall, you let out a painful sob. You knew this was going to happen, eventually this was going to happen. It always did, so why did this kill you more than anything? If this was love, you didn’t want it. 

--

“(Y/L/N)-san,” the familiar voice of the waiter greeted. Looking at the clock and realising that it’s only been a couple of hours since he last saw you, “You’re back.” 

Shrugging and smiling at him, he led you to your favourite booth. Sitting down and telling him your order, with a few extra sides, you collapsed forward. Realising that this was the booth that you and Atsumu always sit in brought a new fresh set of tears. Your heart clenching, you tried to drink some water to try anything to distract you. 

You sat there in silence, not even bothering to look at your phone. You knew that Atsumu was calling you and texting you by the frequent vibrations. Maybe tomorrow when you’ve had a somewhat decent night's rest and food will make your head feel more balanced. 

“No Miya-san, today?” The waiter asked as he placed down the first couple of dishes. 

Looking up at him, you smiled politely, “He was preoccupied doing other things.” 

--

“I thought we made a promise that we’d never go here by ourselves?” 

Clenching your jaw, you refused to look at the man standing by the booth. And you promised to wait, jerk. 

You watched as Atsumu leaned back into the booth, grabbing his own chopsticks and picking up the dumpling you were about to eat. 

“Miya Atsumu,” you warned, giving him a glare. All he did was grin back at you and plop the dumpling in his mouth. Unaware that it was a soup dumpling, which earned you a front row seat to the MSBY star setter burning his mouth and panicking as the hot soup went all over his clothes. 

Glaring half-heartedly at your laughter, you handed him some napkins. “Serves you right for trying to eat my food.” 

“But ya love me,” gone was your smile and easiness. 

Once cooled down, Atsumu began to eat bits and pieces of your food. “Ya know, yer one of the smartest people I know,” he looked up at you after eating a piece of beef. “So why are yer so dumb right now?” 

Offended you scowled at him, “What the actual fuck, ‘Tsum?” 

Leaning back into his seat, playing with the placemat, “Why do ye think that I’d sleep with someone else when I told you that I love you?” 

Glancing away from his stare, you looked at the restaurant around you. It was dead quiet, and you could hear the quiet rain from outside. Shrugging, you took a sip of your drink. “I mean, it’s been so long I thought that maybe you would have been done waiting. I wouldn’t fault you for sleeping or wanting to sleep with someone else.” 

It hurt to say those words to Atsumu because you hoped that he didn’t. While it was selfish of you to indirectly ask him to wait, you just wanted someone to wait for you, like all you've been doing all your life. 

Atsumu rolled his eyes and leaned forward, flicking your hand once -which earned another scowl, he looked at you. A part of you wanted to look away but something inside of you told you that you needed to look at him. 

“I told yer, and I’ll gladly tell you again, that I’ll wait for you,” he stated simply like you just asked him the weather. 

“But why?” 

Shrugging, “Because I love you. Yer it for me, no one else. If I have to wait another year, or ten years, I’ll do so.” 

“But why?” 

“Do ya want a list?” he arched his brow and when you didn’t respond, he shrugged, and paid complete attention to you. “First, you make me laugh. With yer stupid dad jokes that ya tell all the time, the weird tiktoks that you send me at 2 in the morning, or yer goofy lil’ habits,” struggling to keep eye contact with him, you looked down on the table. “Yer never fail to make me smile, especially on the rough days after losin’ a match, yer always there to bring a smile to ma face.” 

Tapping twice on the table, you watched as his fingers moved over to yours and started tapping on it, one, two, three, pause, one, two, three, pause. 

“Second, you support me. Ya’ve always had ma back even when I was the shittiest person to be around, do ya remember how many times I’ve snapped at ya when I was tryin’ out for a spot on the National team? After every snap, after every argument, or when I’ve left ya on read -not on purpose, by the way, you’ve always been there waitin’ for me. 

“Yer always the first person that I tell when I accomplish somethin’, (Y/N), because I know that when you say yer proud of me, I know ye mean it, yer not just sayin’ it.” Now leaning forward, he fully grasped your hand, he silently knocked your foot with his, a subtle gesture to make you look at him. 

“But yer also the first person I tell when I fail somethin’. I never liked talkin’ bout me failin’ anythin’, because,” shrugging Atsumu dropped his sentence. “The point is, I know yer still gonna see me as ‘Tsum because it doesn’t matter in yer eyes if I win or lose a match, because ye love me for me.” 

Putting up three fingers, “Third, your opinion -apart from Ma’s and ‘Samu’s but they don’t count- is really the only one I care ‘bout. Every time I do somethin’, I think ‘what would (Y/N) think of this?” 

“Fourth, ya make me feel complete. It’s like this thing inside of me, ya know? That I didn’t realise I wanted or needed until I met ya. Everytime I’m around ya it makes me happier, now don’t get me wrong, yer one of the most frustrating people I know but that makes me want to be around more.” 

Taking a deep breath, he finally held up all his fingers, and smiled softly at you. “Fifth, when I picture myself in the future, retired and just livin’ the life with Samu, ‘Kaashi and their kids, the person I see myself with, is you. Yer the only person I’ve ever imagined that with, I’ve tried and imagined it with other people to see, but it felt wrong, it felt like I was trying to fit ya know those wooden shape things into the wrong hole. I have plenty more, if ya want but those are the deeper ones that I know, if ya want the smaller stuff, I can do that too,” Atsumu spoke to you as if he just hadn’t redefined what being in love meant. 

You knew that deep in your heart, and thanks to both of your friends that Atsumu was in love with you. But this? This was everything and more. This was the movies you watched, the songs that you listened to, the stories you heard, the things your heart has longed for and more. Atsumu was more.   

Paying attention to Atsumu, you watched as he began pulling out his phone, “I made a list, do ya want to see?” He quickly tapped on his phone and his notes appeared, your eyes quickly scanned the list, a long list if the sidebar had anything to say, as Atsumu started listing off the smaller things, “Ye make those weird noises when you don’t think anyone is looking, ya talk to yourself a lot, ya cry at all of those animal videos.” 

Locking his phone before you barely got to the halfway point, Atsumu placed his phone on the table and took a deep breath, “But the reality of it is, I don’t care how long it takes for you to say ‘okay ‘Tsum, I’m ready’ because I’m always going to be here waitin’ for ya, maybe we’ll be type of couple where it takes a long time for us to get together, and yeah, there’ll be hiccups,” a small serene smile appeared on Atsumu’s face. He looked at you, like the many times he has before. It was the same fond look, the kind where it makes you feel warm and fuzzy. “But then, it’ll be perfect. You an’ me.”

Plopping the final dumpling in his mouth, he grinned at you while pointing his chopsticks, “Plus, when I sit down our kids’, it’ll be a hell of a story, don’t ya think?” 

Not being able to say anything, you picked up the extra set of chopsticks on the table and pushed the dumplings in the middle. Atsumu’s heart lightened as he saw your peace offering. Maybe one day he’ll tell you that this was the hardest moment in his life. 

--

“Come on,” he bent forward and you looked sceptically at him. When you didn’t hop on his back, he rolled his eyes. “We have to walk for like ten minutes to get to yer place, and yer wearing those shoes ya don’t like because it makes your feet hurt,” turning back around, “now hop on.” 

--

It was a Thursday night, yours and Atsumu’s Thursday nights. You were sitting on the kitchen counter as you watched him prepare the dinner he was excited to make. He was talking you through it; Osamu had one of the cooking shows in the background while Atsumu was over, and the dish caught his eye.  Watching him right now was something you knew you could do for the rest of your life. 

It’s funny really, for you, you thought it would be this giant explosion that hey! You’re in love! Or there would be this grand epiphany. But that never happened. Maybe it was slow at first, a slow burn that when the ember finally sparked into a forest fire you didn’t realise. Or maybe, it was always there. It was there when you first met Atsumu all those years ago, him helping you and then insulting you.

“Hey, ‘Tsum,” you watched him turn around. You thought that your heart would be beating so hard that it would be flying out of your chest, but this was the most calm you’ve ever been around him. Tilting your head, you smiled at him and he knew. 

“I just wanted to tell you that I love you,” you spoke softly. There was everything in those words that you just spoke, and from all the times you thought it would be the hardest thing to say, it was somehow the easiest and truest thing you’ve ever spoken. 

Grinning, you saw his eyes tear up before coughing to hide it. “Yeah?” Walking over to you slowly, fearing that it was one of the many dreams that he’s had before. Finally reaching you, he hesitantly reached out, hands shaking. 

“Yeah,” pulling him into your arms and breathing in the familiar scent you’ve now come to realise was home, you whispered the words that made Atsumu feel whole, “I’m so in love with you Miya Atsumu.” 

Miya Atsumu is a stubborn man, and you were thankful for that. 

‘...but i don't wanna dance, if i’m not dancing with you.’ 

let me know what you think! :) 

-e

[imaginethathaikyuu]

akaashi keiji, fem reader, NSFW 18+ wc: 438

“use your words.” 

he’d whispered that sentence too many times to keep count, and it stayed grating. 

“keiji.” it was a struggle to speak. “you - you know what i want.” 

“i don’t,” he said, and it was a taunt. “how will i know if you won’t say it?” 

you pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt and he toppled over you, landing on a kiss. 

“just touch me.”

“where?” 

“anywhere.” 

you didn’t see his smirk but you heard it. “anywhere i want?” you nodded until you felt his hand on you. 

it started at your thigh and drifted up and up until you were gasping, but that touch was fleeting. his hand pressed flat on your stomach and pushed. 

“shit, you are sensitive.” your hips weren’t stronger than his hold keeping them in their place, but they tried to buck free. “when’s the last time somebody else made you cum?” 

“i don’t know,” you said - a whine, a cry, a beg. there were tears in your eyes that would fall with time.

his touch dipped again, this time crossing the barrier of your underwear’s hem. you made a sound like a wail, and you stayed looking at each other as his fingers wandered. 

your leg hooked over his hip like you were trying to keep him in his place, and it had him pushing closer. his forearm rested by your head, his thumb traced your hairline, his nose nudged yours. 

your staggered breathing told him where to touch you; moans of his name taught him the right pace. and it was perfect. you’d never felt anything like it, and it seemed like he could tell. 

“he doesn’t touch you like this, does he?” 

you whined, shook your head. 

“you poor thing. my poor baby.” his circling fingers sped up, and it was hard to hear his words over the ringing in your ears. “it’s not hard, is it? it doesn’t even take much time to get this cunt this wet. she just needs a little attention, huh?” 

he had one goal and was doing a good job at reaching it - almost as fast as you could.

“he’s never even found your clit, has he?” you shook your head, and then he gave that very spot a pinch until you yelped and looked at him. “answer me.” 

“no.” 

“no?” 

“he’s never - never found it. keiji, please, please.” 

and he pressed his lips against yours as his fingers sped up again, touching you just how he’d learned how to, daring to make you cum in record time. 

“it’s a good thing you have me, then, right?” 

-

send a request and i might write it ^_^

[cestcirque]

thinking about these two (2) Kenmas in particular

[sleepw-me]

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪‧₊🪼˚‧ ✧𓍢ִִ໋˚. SWEET BOY✩⸝

SFW

You are moving to Japan, you were afraid of your first day at a new school. New culture, new language and new people. You didn't really know the language yet, you only knew how to introduce yourself and ask something, so you were very worried about how your new classmates would welcome you.All you knew was that you were assigned to a linguistics class to make it easier for you to communicate with others in English.

You're getting ready for your first day, you wanted to make a good first impression, you put on your makeup and hair, you put on your school uniform. It was a new and strange feeling for you that you would now wear form-fitting clothes at school, but you still liked the colors that represented the school.And here you are, a pleasant melody rang out in the corridors, signaling that the lesson was starting, it was a really pleasant surprise than the earlier bells in your country that often gave you a heart attack. When you first entered the school, you were met with curious glances and whispers that you couldn't understand.

You enter the classroom nervously and greet the teacher and the class politely, then stand next to the teacher who also greets you with a nice smile and calmly explains your situation to the students and then asks you to introduce yourself.

The look of all these people made you feel a little nervous.

Hello everyone, I'm [name]... I came from [...] and I hope we will have a nice time this year.

Bowing slightly, the teacher pointed to an empty seat next to the unknown boy for you to sit there.

You sat down, trying to unpack your bag and get ready for class.

You noticed the boy sitting next to you.He didn't seem too bothered by this change in class. The only thing you noticed was when his eyes sometimes moved towards you, he tried to hide it so as not to be nosy, but he was a little interested in you.

The way you wrote Japanese letters made him laugh a little because you did it slowly and very carefully. His lips trembled when he saw your desperate face when you wanted to read something on the board but you didn't understand anything.And so the days passed and you still hadn't exchanged a single word with your friend next to you, until one day when your pen ran out and you didn't take a spare one. The first thing that came to your mind was to turn towards him, so you did.

Hey...do you have an extra pen?.

He turned towards you, wondering whether to lie or give it to you, but he decided to be kind and took a pen from his bag and gave it to you.

Here.

His honeyed voice rang out, you won't lie but you would love to hear it when he reads something in front of the class.

Thank you…

You uttered sweetly and went back to writing.You swear you don't know how that brief exchange turned into a sweet friendship between the two of you.

[boy]! Have you seen this new cafe that opened a few days ago? It seems really worth seeing. Shall we go there after school? Please.

You go to your desk and call your friend. The boy with whom you never exchanged a single word is now your only best friend. Despite his character, he is a really nice person and you can rely on him.

We can.

Even though he answered casually, you could feel the note of sweetness and honey in his voice that he pours into the words he says to you. [boy] often taught you Japanese, took you to nice places, such as cafes, where you could talk and learn together in a nice atmosphere.

Maybe you didn't notice it because he was trying to be discreet about it, but he always gave you that warm look when you spoke passionately about something. Or when you leaned over to write something in your notebook. Even when your hair got into your eyes while you were studying and he was sitting next to you, it was natural for him to tuck your hair behind your ear.

It didn't go unnoticed to you but you didn't say anything and just let the butterflies fly in your stomach.

He bought you drinks and placed them on your desk, and you spent lunchtimes together, leaning on each other's shoulders.

Such small and sweet gestures were felt from both you and [boy] but neither of you broke the silence yet, you wait for these feelings to develop and maybe then you will think about something more. For now, you are enjoying these moments.

m.fushiguro, t.inumaki, m.tokito, o.iguro, s.todoroki, h.shinso, t.kageyama, k.kozume, k.tsukishima, h.iwaizumi, o.miya, k.sakusa, k.akaashi, r.suna

[bokutosmochi]

WORTH BEING SECOND BEST ♡ IWAIZUMI HAJIME

iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader

ingredients? perhaps being "second best" and not having other people crowding him all the time had its perks. what's it? fluff allergen warning/s? delves into iwaizumi's insecurities and the stuff he doesn't project outwardly so maybe he's a lil ooc. sugar level? 2.3k regulars? @hanayanetwork @tahonet @tokyometronetwork​ parlor's note? iwaizumi, along with eita who i can't shut up about are so underrated ugh.

bon appetit!

iwaizumi's been oikawa's friend for more or less a good fifteen years now and as such, he's come to the conclusion that there are pros and cons to holding the title of oikawa toru's best friend.

the pros? one, toru's entertaining. whether it be with his latest gossip that he may or may not have gotten from a fangirl who snitched on their friend just to gain his attention for a few measly seconds or him hitting himself in the head with the volleyball trying to better his serve, oikawa always knew how to make iwaizumi feel happy (and worried, but that's just part of the Oikawa Toru's Friend Experience, he reckons).

two, he's genuine, even if it may not seem like that to some people. if he smirks at the rival team's captain, telling him they're gonna be the one headed to nationals, that's what he's planning to do. if he tells them to do their best, oikawa wants them to do their best as he's aware that the competition will sharpen him to be better. if he thanks a fanboy for the cookies he's baked for him, he's actually thankful. while the fan may be thinking that this is his movie moment, that the oikawa toru is going to be his boyfriend and oikawa doesn't really think much of the sweet gesture, he still actually appreciates it. besides, since after the breakup with his last girlfriend, oikawa wasn't really into the dating scene during high school, much too focused on finally defeating and humiliating shiratorizawa or ushijima wakatoshi in general.

and three, the one he cherishes the most is how they're like-minded people, both hardworking and studious. the brunette man never led him astray, never became a bad influence - at least not to the point of it becoming an issue - and never nagged him to just have fun. they both cared about their performances, polishing it to the best they can because like he said, talent is something to nurture and wisdom is something to hone. he probably wouldn't be as good at his profession as he is now without oikawa, but that's not something he's going to tell the man. there's no need for him to blow up his friend's ego even more.

the cons? he wants to say there's a lot, but to him, there really isn't much of those. not subjectively speaking anyways. he loves oikawa, he's his best friend and though he objectively had flaws, there weren't flaws to hajime because it made him him.

that being said, there are still two the bugged him to death.

having oikawa's fangirls and fanboys hounding them on school grounds all the time. they'd sit near iwaizumi in class, hoping to use his connection to their crush to build a connection of their own. there were even times where they'd plop down next to the two boys in aoba johsai's canteen, fawning for oikawa's eyes to be trained on them for a while. and as a person would imagine, iwaizumi's not the only person bothered by this. hanamaki and matsukawa stopped sitting with them for a while and that's the reason why. it'd be a different story if they were all over me though issei smirked the time iwaizumi and oikawa confronted the two of them about it. and honestly if he wasn't so nice, hajime would consider doing it too, but that's not the case. he's too damn nice for his own good, and sanity at that.

and the second one? it didn't just bug him, no. that'd be too small of a word to describe how much he hates it and hate sounds too much of a mean word so he settles on the word saddens.

it saddens him how he's always treated second best next to oikawa. sure, he's aware of just how talented (and good-looking) his friend is. out of everyone on this earth, whether a friend or someone standing across the court, iwaizumi knows oikawa better than them so this also means he knows how much oikawa deserves the praise he gets because the man doesn't half-ass anything. it simply was not in his dna. he always has the goal of being the best. saying you're gonna be the best is easier said than done. putting in the effort needed in order to be the best is easier said than done, but oikawa means it. he does it even if it's at his own expense, arriving home at eleven at night practicing jump serves or getting absolutely exhausted. anything for his hard to reach goal.

but did people have to rub it in iwaizumi's face all the time?

whether it was people working for the news saying things like "people have always said that the person who foes fear when across the court is the ace, but when you glance at this powerhouse school, you will see that this statement is no longer true. this is the new breed of setters!" or his friend's fans pushing through him to get to his best friend, it was always made clear to him that he was just second best to oikawa. people whether consciously or unconsciously have shoved it into his brain so much, that he began to internalize it.

but he kept all that down, he didn't want the man in question to know. he didn't have to know. he didn't want his pity or his trying-to-be-comforting words because it'd do nothing. this has been happening for far too long for iwaizumi to just suddenly, magically feel better after a few words of praise.

but then you enter his life and everything he knows is turned upside down.

you hand him appetizing homemade chocolate truffles you made along with a good luck charm a few moments before his team faces shiratorizawa in the finals during this third year. when he tells you that he'll give it to oikawa as soon as he manages to wrangle the boy from the girls crowding him, you shake your head at him, wearing a confused look on your face. "may i ask why? they're for you."

you asked him to hang out a few weeks after he approached you at school, telling you about how good the truffles you made were. he asked if you wanted him to bring oikawa - something he doesn't typically do, but he figures you're worth it when you're able to cook so well. maybe when you bring oikawa something, he'll be kind enough to share - and you told him that it'd be preferred if it's just the two of you. his heart clenched in his chest when you told that he could bring his friend if it'd make him more comfortable even though you ultimately just wanted to get to know your school's ace.

you asked him out on a date while the two of you were in a phone call, making the first move and showing actual interest in him and just him. your voice was shaky, it seemed like you were scared of messing things up between the two of you, but that didn't happen because iwaizumi was more than happy to say yes. then you picked him up and paid the bill -- even though you only ate at a cheap ramen place because you were broke high school students that are months away from going to college. on top of that, you even offered to walk him home, but he figures you've already done enough. he does it to you instead.

you love him, embrace him, nurture him so perfectly and it makes his heart flutter and cheeks heat up. the way you intertwined your pinkies together while walking or the way always let him use your shoulder as a pillow to sleep on during train rides home makes him feel safe, secure. like he can be himself when he's with you. and he can, you accept him for all that he is.

then you cry when he breaks the news to you that he'll be moving to america for university despite not being together for a very long time. you cling onto him for the rest of the night, deciding to stay over theirs since both of your parents were away. you claimed that the reason you're doing this is to make sure the monsters in his closet doesn't get him, when you know it's so you can spend a few more precious minutes with the man you've loved since you were a first year in aoba johsai high.

you were in the car at three in the morning with his family as they drove him to the airport, letting a few tears down when you bury your face into his chest, bidding him a farewell, then a few more during the drive home. his family who has grown quite fond of you has kindly driven you home so you could not have to walk or take the bus at this late hour. you also appreciated how they didn't stare at you through their peripherals, letting you wallow in your own sadness during the one and half hour drive. as much as you adored them, having met them and talked to them already because of all the iwaizumi family dinners you've been invited to, you really did not want to talk right now. you weren't in the mood for it.

iwaizumi doesn't stay in the californian apartment they rented out during the few weeks of arriving in the foreign place. he stays over his aunt's place just so he has a stable support system while he lets himself get adjusted to north america, to california because it wasn't easy. the culture shock hit him harder than he'd like to admit. he starts to miss everything about home, the atmosphere, the food, the culture, his family and friends even goddamn shittywaka. and then he misses you too. misses how your hand fit perfectly in his, how well you treat him and how special you make him feel, the texture of your lips on his, the butterflies in his stomach that only seem to come alive whenever your around.

and the worst part of this whole ordeal is that he doesn't know when he'll see you again. hell, he doesn't even know if he'll see you again or if your fate is just gonna be like all those long distance relationship horror stories heard of. your good mornings will be during his evening, and his good night will be received by you at eight in the morning. that slowly, slowly, the passion between the two of you is just going to fade away into nothingness.

he can't bear the thought of that so he swears to himself that he'll do anything to keep your relationship alive, even if it meant to go to sleep at three in the morning and be awake at five to study and ready for his morning classes.

but you bested him.

it's you who's positioned on the sofa of his new suspiciously cheap apartment, laying down on your back oh-so nonchalantly like you're home where you're supposed to be, like you aren't hundreds of miles away from your homeland. you have your hands folded behind your head and when you catch his confused gaze, you simply shoot him a smile and a wave of a hand that he's missed holding so much that it makes tears prick the corners of his eyes during those bad, bad nights where the homesickness is especially haunting. "hey haji!"

he can't help but run to you, to pull you out of the couch and hug you so tightly that you couldn't breathe and it's fine, you didn't mind because you yearned for his presence and cursed his absence as much as he did for you. which brings him to "what the fuck are you doing here?" it's said fondly and iwaizumi has a genuine smile on his face, one of the biggest ones he's ever sported in his life, he's sure. it comes along with the biggest surprise he's ever had - not that he had a lot of those - in his life too.

"i go to your university now too!" you grinned at him, keeping your arms around his muscled figure. "and i'm your roommate."

he still had so many questions,

did his family know about this?

did yours?

did they approve of the both of you living together?

is this their idea in the first place?

but right now, he couldn't care less. he leaned down to capture your lips with his in a kiss, though it wasn't much of it. it was more like laughing and teeth colliding because of how you couldn't stop smiling, running your hands over each other's bodies. it was nothing sexual, it was simply relishing the fact that the other half of you, your better half is right here. it's making sure you're not dreaming, and making sure that if you are, you'll remember every detail, every dip and bump of the other even after you wake up to empty sheets with no one beside you.

iwaizumi decided that being second best to oikawa might not be that bad if it led him to you.

i get: reblog

you get: iwaizumi's old volleyball jersey

[teamatsumu]

good enough.

Pairing: Oikawa Tooru x reader

Word count: 2,578

✎ Soulmate AU, Angst, Hurt comfort

You had always been a meek child. And it shocked everyone you would meet.

It had a lot to do with the fact that your parents were both extremely outgoing. They were loud, adventurous types who loved trying new things. It wasn't difficult to see how they were soulmates. They were practically cut from the same cloth. But you, you often made people lose the plot. You didn't act like your parents' daughter at all.

You had always been very shy. It had taken you forever to make friends in daycare, and even longer once you entered kindergarten. Kids were too loud and too messy. So you preferred to keep to yourself. The few friends you had were because someone else would take you 'under their wing' somehow.

You got better as you grew up, though you could still technically be considered an introvert. You hated that word. Hated how limiting it was and how it put you into a box. You weren't an introvert. You had friends that you loved hanging out with and spending time with. You didn't prefer being alone. You loved companionship.

You just didn't think you were interesting enough to deserve it.

So you stayed in your little circle of dedicated friends, girls you had met as a little kid and stuck by all through elementary and middle school. But towards the end of middle school, something happened that changed your life forever.

You met your soulmate.

Well, 'met' was a strong word. You saw him, from afar. You laid eyes on him, felt that electricity shoot up inside you, the mantra of 'soulmate, soulmate, soulmate' repeating in your head. It was the same pattern of feelings you were told your whole life that you would feel. Down to every last detail. Yet your brain couldn't accept it. You couldn't believe the obvious signals your body was sending you. It just couldn't be.

Your soulmate was…… Oikawa Tooru?

The Oikawa Tooru. Kitagawa Daiichi's star setter. The best player their school had seen so far. You had seen him while he was receiving the award for best setter. When your eyes had settled on him for more than 5 seconds, signaling to your body that you were looking directly at your soulmate. You were frozen in your spot, obscured in the crowd of students seated for the ceremony. Watching as Oikawa accepted his medal and his shield. The center of attention, the smile on his face bright and warm.

You in the bleachers, clapping mechanically, no different from anyone around you. Blending into your surroundings like you had your entire life.

It took you many, many weeks to get used to the idea that Oikawa Tooru was your soulmate. Your other half. It just didn't sit well with you. You had seen soulmate couples your entire life, including your parents. People with similar tastes, more or less matching personalities, so in love and so in sync.

You and Oikawa were worlds apart.

He had a gentle charm to him, easy going smile and bright, bright brown eyes, hair so casually wind swept, the color of warm chestnut. He was tall, lean, enough to command a room the second he entered it. It almost seemed like he had a spotlight on him at all times. As you watched him from afar, cracking jokes and laughing loud, annoying his friends and greeting his fans, you realized just how different you two were.

You were, in every sense of the word, average. You weren't confident, but you could speak your mind when you wanted. You weren't ugly, but you weren't exactly a head turner. You were so….. mediocre. Especially compared to someone as rare and wonderful as Oikawa Tooru. There's no way you could match up to him.

You didn't deserve him. And more importantly, he deserved so much better than you.

You never dared mention to anyone that you knew who your soulmate was. Your friends would hound you forever and your parents would be flabbergasted that you didn't tell him yet. You didn't have it in yourself to explain to them why you didn't. It made sense in your head, but you had enough awareness to know that other people would say it's utter bullshit. You didn't want to deal with that. Someday, Oikawa would give up on finding his soulmate and settle down with someone else. Someone who could fit into his shiny, busy world. All you had to do till then was stay out of the way. This was for Oikawa's own good.

You knew fate was testing you when you unintentionally ended up at the same high school as Oikawa. You had nearly done a double take when you saw him in the halls, talking to that spiky haired boy he was friends with, basking in the admiring looks of multiple girls that walked past him and waved at him. It made you sigh. It's like every time you saw him, you were reminded how much better he was than you. And all it did was strengthen your resolve to stay miles away from him.

You managed to successfully avoid Oikawa for many months, which wasn't hard considering your straightforward routine. You didn't like leaving class for no reason. You had lunch at your desk. You weren't part of any clubs so you would go straight home afterwards. Also owing to the fact that Oikawa appeared to be the busiest person in the world, it made your life much easier.

You should've known it wouldn't last long. It seemed the entire universe was conspiring to get you closer to Oikawa. And the universe had sent Matsukawa Issei to do the job.

Matsukawa was in the same class as you. He sat next to you in the back row and dosed off during most of the lessons. You thought he was incredibly amusing. Especially when he would sneak food into his mouth during classes and try to chew it without the teacher noticing that his mouth was moving. When you would try to hide your grin, he would wink at you and offer you food too, and both of you would munch on it while you waited for lessons to be over. He was very laid back and easy going, yet had a lot of confidence. In an ideal world where you weren't so anxious, you liked to think you would be a lot like him.

You never would've dreamed that someone so naturally lazy would actually be part of a sports club. Especially not volleyball. The thought never crossed your mind. Had you known, you wouldn't have touched him with a ten foot pole. But you made it a point to stay as far away from Oikawa and volleyball as possible, so you didn't know. Big mistake.

The midday sun was beating on your head as you stood waiting at the school gate. You tried leaning against the wall but the brick was burning up, making you yelp and jump away. You scowled at your phone, staring at Matsukawa's name before hitting Call. He picked up after only two beeps.

"Y/N-?"

"Where the hell are you, Issei? I'm getting cooked in this heat!" You whined, feeling your scowl deepen. You watched students bustle out of the gate, eager to get home and away from the sun. There was a short pause on the other end of the line before Matsukawa spoke again.

"Oh shit."

You groaned out loud at the words, knowing exactly what he meant.

"Issei, I need those notes! We have a quiz tomorrow and you promised me you would give them back after school."

You could hear Matsukawa panting on the other end, making your eyebrows furrow. Was he running?

"Listen, Y/N. I left my bag at the gym. The team is out on a run right now and I think we will be back in maybe ten minutes? Why don't you go wait at the gym and I'll give it to you when I come-"

"Wait," you cut him off. "What gym? What are you talking about?"

More huffing. "Oh yeah, you don't know. I'm in the volleyball club. Go wait for me at the gym."

You stilled, blinking once, before the implication of his words sank in and panic gripped your chest. "No, no, wait! I can't go there. I'll wait for you at the gate and you can just come give it to me-"

"Coach won't let me leave the gym during practice time. What's the big deal? It'll take two minutes-"

"No Issei!" You cut him off, feeling cornered. "Keep the notebook. I'll get it from you tomorrow."

"But what about the qui-"

You hung up.

Your heart was beating a mile a minute, thoughts racing. That was so close. So close. You had unintentionally become friends with Oikawa's teammate. And you had no clue. Panic gripped you as you realized what this meant. At any given time, Oikawa could've seen you. He could've walked into your classroom to talk to Issei about something and laid eyes on you. Then he would've known.

The walk home was shaky and disorienting. You felt frustrated with yourself at this game you were playing. Trying to stay away from the boy this universe was begging you to be with. Someone your heart also desperately wanted, but your insecure, anxious brain was constantly yelling at you to stay away from.

He's too good. His future is too bright. You'll ruin him.

You were so tired.

The quiz ended up being pretty easy, considering the fact that you didn't study for it at all and spent most of your evening crying, then watching some shitty comedy on Netflix that didn't make you laugh at all, going through your snack drawer like an madwoman and finally falling asleep, where brown eyes plagued you in your dreams for the rest of the night. You thanked the gods that you had nothing good to do in your life and hence spent most of your time studying. It meant you did pretty well on your test despite doing nothing to prepare for it.

If there was one thing about you that was way above average, it was your brain.

Issei was looking at you weirdly throughout the day, and he finally spoke up at lunch, something you had been dreading.

"You wanna tell me what the hell that was yesterday?" He crossed his arms, staring at you so hard you were afraid he could take a peek into your soul.

"What the hell was what." You deadpanned, avoiding his gaze.

"Don't be daft. You nearly had a panic attack when I told you to come meet me at the volleyball gym."

You cringed at the word 'volleyball', sighing deeply. "I just didn't want to make the extra trip, it was really hot outside-"

You stopped talking when Matsukawa abruptly sat up, eyes narrowed at you. "You're bullshitting me. Tell me the truth."

You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. "I am telling you the-"

"I'll drag the entire volleyball team here if I have to." He drawled, a challenge in his voice. "You freaked me out yesterday. And it has something to do with my club. So tell me, or I'll find out somehow."

You felt your heart race. Dammit. You couldn't think of anything else. You couldn't think of a lie to placate him. And as you stared into his dark eyes, you knew you had lost.

Matsukawa Issei became the first person to know who your soulmate was.

He had dragged you out of the class after lunch break. There had been too much to unpack in that short amount of time. You hid behind the school overlooking the grounds, telling Matsukawa everything, like word vomit that you couldn't stop. You realized as you talked just how desperate you were to tell someone about all this. You had kept it in for so long that just saying it all out loud seemed to lighten your load.

A thick blanket of silence fell on you two when you finished, nearly out of breath. You watched Matsukawa intently as he stared out at the grounds, one leg pulled up to his torso and resting his arm on his knee. He sighed heavily, running a hand across his face.

"For someone who gets the best grades in our class, you have got to be the dumbest person I have ever met."

You blinked at his words, shocked. "Huh?"

He scowled deeply at you, shocking you even more. He looked almost angry.

"You think you know better than the universe? You think you're smarter than fate?" He raised his voice, looking pissed. "How can you think the gods were wrong when they paired you with Oikawa? And to make this huge decision, without even considering how Oikawa might feel-"

"How dare you." Your voice trembled, feeling tears prick at your lash line. "All I did was consider how Oikawa might feel. I put my own feelings aside-"

"What the hell makes you think this is what Oikawa wants?" Matsukawa raised his voice even more, nearly swelling up in frustration. "You don't know him. You don't know if he wants you. You can't make this decision for him!"

You reeled at his words, blinking your tears away furiously. What the hell was Issei implying? That Oikawa could actually make any alternative choice? It couldn't be. Why would he want you?

Issei's face was softening, watching the emotions flit over your face.

"Y/N," he continued. "You're my friend. I'd like to think I know you. And from what I've seen, I guarantee you that there is not one thing about you that Oikawa won't like."

"But I-" You drew in a trembling breath. "We're so different."

Issei snorted and shrugged. "Trust me, he needs that. Or his head would get too big for his own body to carry."

You two stayed silent for a bit, letting Issei's words wash over you like a cold shower after a hot day. Your heart was screaming at you to believe him, but your mind wouldn't let up. You heard him sigh and stand up, stretching his arms above his head. How long had you been out here anyway? It felt like hours. Was school over? What time was it?

"Alright, let's go." You snapped out of your thoughts at his words, blinking owlishly up at him.

"Go where?"

He didn't answer, waving your question off like he was swatting a fly before he grabbed your arm and pulled you up to your feet, not giving you a moment to breathe as he led you away.

"Issei-"

"Shut up. I've heard enough outta you." He didn't look back at you. You felt a sting of indignation, falling into silence and letting him drag you. You felt so burnt out.

You only tuned back into the present when you heard the squeaks and thuds on hardwood floors, tensing up when Issei climbed the three small stairs leading to the open volleyball gym doors. He tugged your arm when he realized you had stopped, turning to look at you. He gave you a soft look, almost pleading.

"He deserves this. Please."

You felt your shoulders slump in acceptance, mind stilling and slowing in its tirade of thoughts. With one last deep breath, you stepped inside.

Let me know what you think!

[wttcsms]

switchin' the positions for you, osamu miya

pairing osamu miya x f!reader word count 2k synopsis osamu miya says you've got a lot to learn, rookie, and he's more than happy to teach you. content contains creampie, pet names (baby, good girl), slight praise kink (reader receiving), fwb to lovers, multiple positions, tennis player!reader author's notes to the requester: you know who you are, girl. give the masses (me) what i want: you to become a writer!!!

“Fuck.” Osamu hisses out the word like it burns to have it escape through his gritted teeth. “D’ya like that, baby?” 

You can’t give him a coherent answer; it’s kind of hard to hold a conversation with him when he’s got you sitting all snug on his lap, cockhead hitting that special sensitive spot of yours that you never knew you had until you start your little arrangement with him. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he’s the only person capable of reducing you to a hot, whiny mess but when you instinctually tighten up around his cock, he lets out a soft, smug laugh. 

His warm breath tickles your ear when he leans down to tell you, “Told ya I’d teach you a thing or two.” 

You try to tilt your head back so your eyes can meet his. You don’t like looking up to people, but Osamu is just so big. You’re sitting on him, pussy clamping down on his fat cock that’s buried snugly inside of you, your back pressed against his muscular chest. The man owns a restaurant; surely hauling all those massive rice bags couldn’t have possibly given him this figure. You want to make a face, let him know that his “I told you so” is not appreciated, but when he makes eye contact with you, he gives you a smirk — a warning. A split second later, he thrusts up, and you can’t hold back your moan. 

He did that on purpose, you think to yourself. He’s always baiting you, always waiting for the right moment to catch you off guard. You’re a favorite to win the Japan’s Women’s tennis tournament; no one catches you off guard. 

But when you’re out on the road, traveling with your team, and your starvation-induced tantrum leads to your coach making a pitstop to some hole-in-the-wall restaurant named Onigiri Miya, you learn that it is possible for someone to trip you up. 

“So you’re the girl with the killer serve,” is what he says the first time he’s taking your order. “You don’t look like much of a killer to me.” 

You’re pissed, hungry, and still upset over hearing the men’s team talk about how you look good in your skirt and should consider modeling for Sports Illustrated instead of trying to make it big in tennis. You’re frowning when you tell him, “Are you the owner of this restaurant?” 

“Yep.” 

“Doesn’t look like much of a restaurant to me.” In hindsight, maybe you shouldn’t be rude to the man handling your food. 

“It’s up and coming.” He says, eyes looking you up and down in a way that makes you suddenly very, very hyper aware of how fitted your top and how short your skirt is. He’s not ogling you; he’s sizing you up. Like you’re a challenge. “It’ll look it soon enough.” 

You like a good challenge. 

When you come back the next week, high off your victory, you walk through the doors of Onigiri Miya, smug and prideful. 

The feeling intensifies whenever he tells you he saw your game, but you’re immediately dissatisfied when he hits you with a, “Ya still got a lot to learn, though.” 

Your first lesson? Taking three of his thick fingers knuckle-deep in your pussy as your back is pressed against the wall of the storage room of Onigiri Miya. There’s only one single light bulb flickering in the darkness of the pantry, but you don’t focus on that. Instead, you focus on the searing heat from between your thighs, too eager to chase after pleasure to care about the fact that you’re so wet, you can hear every thrust. 

You’re so close to cumming, you find yourself moving your hips upwards, trying to bring yourself to release even faster. He immediately stops his ministrations, making an annoyed sound of clear disapproval.

“You need to learn how to stop bein’ so damn greedy.” His words come out as a raspy whisper, and when your walls involuntarily clench around his fingers, there’s a small noise that seems to come from the back of his throat. He’s holding himself back. 

Somehow, the fact that you have a strong effect on him as well makes you so pleased, you find yourself gripping his shoulder as you disobediently grind against his fingers yourself, letting out a loud whine as you cum all over his hand. 

With heated cheeks and heavy breathing, you let Osamu Miya know that being greedy is what makes you such a star player. You don’t get by with just taking what’s given to you; everything, from points on the court to a more-than-satisfactory orgasm, is yours for the taking. 

You don’t expect him to just smile at your prideful remark, and you certainly don’t expect him to remove his fingers from you, hold them up to the light so you can both admire the way his index, middle, and ring fingers are glistening with your juices, before he licks the pads of them. 

Is the room heating up? Did the air conditioning suddenly break? You feel hotter than usual as you watch the vulgar display, and you should be ashamed of the way your knees are already weak from hitting your climax, ashamed of the way you have to press your thighs together so he doesn’t catch the way you’re already anticipating a round two. 

“Have a taste, baby.” He’s grinning, smiling like the damn devil himself, as he extends his hand, brings the tips of his fingers to your lips. You shake your head no, not trusting yourself to speak. 

He pretends to sound disappointed. “No?” Then with a shrug and a smug more for me then, he licks the rest of your essence off of his fingers. 

“I could go for a second helping.” 

The sentence barely leaves his mouth before you find yourself parting your thighs to welcome him back.

Through the course of three months, you find yourself being taught various lessons from Osamu. He teaches you to mind your manners and refuses to fuck into you, choosing to tease you with the head of his cock instead. 

“Not gonna fuck ya ‘til you say please.” 

Like with your tennis matches, it all boils down to a game of stamina. Who can hold out the longest? His tip is wet and sticky with pre, and you can catch every hitch of his breath as he rubs against your clit. You’re soaking through his bedsheets, his bed being the only comfortable piece of furniture he has in his “work in progress” of a bachelor pad. 

He practices breathing exercises with you when he pushes himself as far as your little throat can take him. Drool will be dribbling out the corners of your swollen lips, and he has your hair bunched up in a makeshift ponytail, strands sloppily wrapped around his hand as he watches you try to take all of him in your mouth. 

“You gotta breathe through your nose, baby. Atta girl, that’s my good girl.”

He teaches you that you like praise. 

He’s more observant than you realize. You can tell from the way he recaps and analyzes your matches with you after a particularly rough game, and you can tell from the way he’ll notice if the way he has you bent over the kitchen counter is uncomfortable for you. He knows you like the way he gives it to you hard, sloppy, messy. You have a meticulous training routine, every aspect of your life reduced to a bullet point on an itinerary from your personal coach. 

It makes sense that his sloppy kisses, the ones that leave your lips swollen, the ones that are less than kisses and more of just messy exchanges of spit, are your favorites. You like being reduced to a wet, boneless, fucked out little mess, and you like it because it’s all coming from him. He has a business to tend you, and you have a professional athletic career, and yet, the world is reduced to his barebones apartment bedroom. No tennis matches, no food truck deliveries to worry about.

Just your back pressed against his chest, the thin material of your athletic tanktop and his tight fitted compression shirt doing nothing to stop the searing exchange from both of your bodies’ heat. 

“Told ya I’d teach you a thing or two.”

All you can do is close your eyes and lose yourself to the overwhelming pleasure of having him buried to the hilt inside of you. 

“You’re so good for me, ya know that?” You like the way he grunts out the words, punctuating each word with a thrust that has you clinging to his forearm, both of his hands wrapped tightly around your stomach so you can stay still, stay easily accessible for him. “You’re not just my good girl, you’re my best girl.”

You let his words of praise soak you to the bone. You’re letting out desperate, high-pitched, needy whines, and there’s no more holding back on his end. He’s fucking into you with the stamina and strength that rivals some athletes. 

You finish first; you always do. You tried, once, to get him to cum before you, but once he caught on to your little scheme, he stretched your body, had your legs folded and sore as he fucked into you almost angrily, like getting him off before you have is something he takes personal offense to. 

He’s addicted to watching you cum. The way you can’t control your body, your tight, always stressed out body that only seems able to relax when he’s smothering you, his body heat getting lost and mixed up with yours. You fit so perfectly against him, under him, on top of him. When you cum, you tilt your head back, resting against his shoulder. Your eyes look dazed, almost like you’re unable to see straight, but he stares at you, smiling as he realizes that every time you cum, you can’t help but search for him. 

When he finishes inside of you, you think you’re close to cumming again. The rush of hot, thick heat flooding your now-sloppy insides has you whining so cutely, he almost wants to start fucking into you again. But he doesn’t. Instead, he lets you rest, gives you a minute to catch your breath. 

“I don’t normally do this, y’know.” He sounds a bit out of breath, and it fills you with deep satisfaction to know that you’re capable of having this effect on him. It’d be embarrassing to be beat in a contest of stamina when you’re the professional athlete here. 

“So you’ve said.” 

Osamu is busy with his business, and you’re busy with tennis. The two of you know that there’s not a lot of room for a relationship, but the two of you are also well aware of the fact that there’s something more to this than just good sex. It’s obvious in the way he holds you, and it’s obvious in the way you let him. He wants to cook you good food and to meet his mother, and you want him at all your games, to dedicate your victory speeches to him. 

“I wanna do this right.” And he’s so sincere when he says it that it makes your heart flutter, gives you the unfamiliar sensation of butterflies in your tummy. “I wanna take you out on dates and for you to meet my family.” 

“I’ve never been in a relationship.” You admit this to him, even though he already knows. “So, I wouldn’t know what’s the ‘right’ way to go about it, anyway.” You peer up at him, trying to gauge his reaction. “But you promised you’d teach me a thing or two.”

“Yeah?” The word comes out breathless, full of anticipating, wanting, hope.

“And I think I really don’t mind being taught every once in a while.”

[sur-i-ki]

Ｋｉｓｓ Ｍｅ Ｔｉｌｌ Ｙｏｕ＇ｒｅ Ｄｒｕｎｋ

⇝ 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘮𝘢 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

You were smiling at him. He was over at your house, and after a few snacks, you had taken him to your bedroom to play some games.

"We won!" you exclaim as you tackle him in a hug. Kenma hums in reply.

There was a literal fire burning in your eyes as you queued up another game, "Let's play another one,"

After many games though, he felt himself getting a bit frustrated. You weren't giving him much attention. He smirks as he leans back and vows to win this round. Hours had passed by, and the house was asleep, you guys being the exception.

He was getting a little bored.

The end card shows up once more, and you whirl to face him, raising your hand up for a high five. He looks at your hand, then at your face. He raises his hand just a little bit.

"Kenma..." you whine, but as he thought, you shuffle forward to reach his hand.

"Sorry, I'm feeling a bit lazy," he replies.

As you reach his hand, he grabs it and yanks. You let out a startled gasp and fall onto his chest. He presses a few buttons on his controller before the game shuts off.

The both of you shift until you're sitting between his knees, facing him, pouting. Absentmindedly, his hands go to your hips, slipping under your sleeping shirt to trace small circles on your skin.

"We had a streak! What's wrong Ken-" You stop mid-sentence as he leans forward, placing his forehead on yours. Moonlight streams through your window, and you look up at him. He thinks you look very pretty. Kenma says as much, nuzzling his nose against your cheek.

He feels you huff in annoyance, but you don’t push him away. He pulls you closer, kissing your cheeks before backing up just enough to kiss the tip of your nose.

He smiles as your pout melts away.

But he notices the way your eyes flicker down to his lips.

“You want something?” He knows he’s being a little mean, but he justifies it with the goosebumps that rise under his finger tips.

Kenma chuckles before grabbing and kissing you. Your hands fly to his shirt, and he looks at you through hooded eyes. You kiss him back, and he can’t help to smirk at how flustered you get.

Breaking the kiss, you turn away and lay down on the bed. He can’t help but think you look a little drunk. Coming up behind you, he balances himself on his hands as he kisses your neck.

“G-go to sleep, Kenma” You say as you turn to push him down.

He pouts in return, but you’re already pulling the covers up and snuggling into him. Kenma kisses you again before finally grabbing you and closing his eyes.

The last thing he sees is you smiling at him.

⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

[yanderecrazysie]

Falsify (Yandere Kita)

This was requested in pms on Quotev! 

Title: Falsify

Pairings: Kita Shinsuke x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, amnesiac reader

Summary: You find yourself stricken with amnesia, but thankfully your loving husband is there for you.

falsify

/verb/

alter (information or evidence) so as to mislead

When you awoke, there was a certain blankness that you felt inside. You didn’t know where you were or even who you were.

The room you were in was small, only really fitting the bed you were lying on and an armchair next to it. The bed was soft, and you found yourself wondering who you shared it with, if there was anyone at all. You lifted your head from the pillow and winced- pain ripped through your head, making you lie back down and let out a soft cry. 

You raised a hand to your head and found bandages wrapped around it. So you had been injured? Was that why you couldn’t remember anything?

The door to the room creaked open suddenly and you jumped in surprise. A man poked his head into the room, his white-and-black hair framing worried brown eyes.

“(Y/n), how are you doing?” his voice was hesitant and quiet, as though he expected you to start yelling at him.

“(Y/n)? Is that my name?” you muttered, pressing your hand against the bandages around your head again. The man’s eyes widened and his mouth parted in shock.

“You… you don’t remember?” he asked, “Do you remember me?”

“No, I’m sorry…” you apologized, “I don’t remember anything.”

The man was quiet for a moment before explaining, “I’m your husband, Kita. You fell down the stairs and hit your head. I was so worried, I thought you had-” he choked up, eyes flooding with tears.

“I’m married?” you wondered, “But I don’t have a ring.”

“It must have fallen off,” Kita said, reaching for your hand, “If I can’t find it, I’ll get you a new one.”

You couldn’t help but notice his ring finger was bare too.

—----------------------

Kita was a doting husband, that much you could admit. He had found the ring that had fallen off your finger and, by God, it had a huge diamond.

He cooked every meal for you, bought you gifts, and took such good care of you. There was only one downside to your relationship with him.

He never let you leave the house.

You offered to go shopping with him, begged him to let you be a part of society once more, but he always had an excuse. Even though your head had healed, he insisted on you “resting”. Which basically meant staying in your room for eternity.

“Why won’t you let me leave the house, Kita?” you asked, swirling your fork through the scrambled eggs he had served for breakfast.

Kita was quiet, sitting across the oak wood table, watching you closely.

“It’s not like I’m going to run away,” you joked. Kita stiffened for a moment before relaxing.

“I know you won’t,” he responded, but offered no explanation, as always. You sighed and slid down in your seat, pushing your half-eaten meal to the side.

Kita frowned at your disappointment, “You know I love you, don’t you?”

“I love you too,” you replied, the words feeling foreign on your tongue, despite the number of times you had said it. He really was an amazing husband, even if he wouldn’t let you leave, so who were you to argue? Everyone had their flaws, Kita’s was just being a little possessive, right?

“Our anniversary is next week,” Kita said, “I was thinking we could go on a vacation.”

“Out of the house?” you gasped.

“Out of the house,” Kita confirmed with a smile. You beamed back at him, he really was the perfect husband.

To Kita, your amnesia was the best thing that had ever happened. Before your accident while trying to escape, you had been so disobedient and furious that he had kidnapped you. Now, you truly believed that the two of you were married, when that wasn’t the case at all.

All he had to do was reward you every once in a while, and you’d stick by his side forever, wouldn’t you? You’d believe his lie because he was all you had.

He could pretend to be the good guy, the loving, doting husband, when the truth was that he was a monster that had torn you away from everything you once knew.

Not that you’d ever find out, if he had his way.

[luvtsumu]

atsumu's "bad" habit

atsumu x chubby reader!!!!, friends to lovers, more of a blurb of thoughts tbh LOL, gentle biting???, fluff, middle school atsumu, high school atsumu, timeskip atsumu LOL

best friends to lovers atsumu who never outgrew or got rid of his habit of biting you. at first it was a cuteness aggression, something he picked up from his mom who used to always lightly bite him and his brother's arms; now it was just a bad habit that is 9 times out of 10 done unconsciously

it started in middle school when you were voluntold to be his partner for a class project that would have to be worked on during summer vacation. the heat is brutal and so you had shown up to their house in shorts and a tank top that showed your arms off—all the other times you just showed up in a baggy shirt that allowed the breeze to hug you before leaving through the rest of the shirt.

there was no wind that one day--at all--so this was the first time atsumu had caught a glimpse of your shoulders.

he fought the urge to bite you the entire time you two were working on whatever the hell it was—it's not like he actually focused. it was only when dinner time came around and you had to go that something just came over him. at the door, as he and osamu were saying goodbye to you, atsumu just leans over and gives you a soft bite on the arm with his lips covering his teeth.

you literally froze and just gawked at him, unsure why the hell this dude was doing what YOUR mom would do

"atsumu!" osamu hissed, smacking his brother which pulled his twin right back into reality. atsumu stands straight with his face flushed red and frantically rubs your arm.

"m'sorry! i couldn't help it! y-yer so--" he swallows thickly, panicking to find the right words. his rubbing only gets quicker which generates a tickling heat on your skin. "yer just-- i was just-- when i-- i mean--"

it's only when you burst into laughter and grab onto his wrist that atsumu's shoulders relax. in fact, his whole body could have just dropped to the ground.

"it's okay," you reassured him with a smile, dropping your hold to give his hand a quick, gentle squeeze. "my mama does that, too. says it's because i've got chubby arms 'n it reminds 'er of marshmallows."

atsumu gasps and nods. "y-yeah!! and-- and yer just so sweet anyway!"

the biting continued and sometimes he'd even ask to which you always responded yes. it's not at all hurtful and it's pretty cute, especially when atsumy accompanies with a little chomping noise.

his teeth never actually grazed your skin, always covered by his lips to make sure he never actually hurt you. sometimes, if he couldn't bite you, he'd just opt to give you a gentle pinch. his nose would always scrunch when he did this and you'd always laugh.

eventually, it went unnoticed. eventually, because perhaps you were enabling him too much, the biting actually reached to other parts of your body like your shoulders, your forearms, sometimes even your ankles. but it was never something you two noticed. eventually, it was something others always noticed.

like that one time in 3rd year high school that atsumu bit (once again with his lips covering his teeth) your cheek to say goodbye.

"why don't you just give her cheek a kiss?" suna chuckles as he, the miya twins, and ginjima made their way from the cafeteria to the gym for a quick meeting, "it's more normal that way, you know?"

atsumu gives him a confused look. "huh? what do you mean?" the blond tilts his head. "why would i kiss her cheek?"

osamu rolls his eyes. he's tired of his brother's oblivion.

"why would you bite??? her cheek???" ginjima shoots back.

there's a silence and everyone just stares at atsumu. he, for the life of him, couldn't even recall that he actually did that. he bit your cheek??? really???? he's quick to yank his phone out of his pocket to text you, typing, "did i??? bite your cheek?????"

you respond with, "ya. i don't mind LOL it didn't hurt."

"bro i didn't even recognize that i did that."

"really? LOL i always thought you knew. you've been doing it more often actually. i really don't mind though. it's cute."

"yeah anything i do is cute. but damn. maybe i am an airhead..."

"yeah and conceited too :-|"

it eventually stops though when you two separate after high school. you went to osaka for university and atsumu went straight into achieving his dreams of professional volleyball.

of course you two didn't lose touch!! there were plenty of video calls, text messages, voice messages, video messages, personal poscast episodes, you name it!!! there just wasn't as much physical closeness as there used to. there was something missing and at first atsumu couldn't figure out what.

he tells you he misses you, says that things aren't the same when you aren't there to yell at him in person or throw things at him. he says it's even more lonely that osamu isn't with him 24/7. he says he's not used to having nobody whine about the heat, or whine about wanting a popsicle, or almost cry about an onigiri craving they've had for weeks.

and then, he remembers why it's YOU he misses. he jokes that he misses biting you and nothing satisfies him (even if he downs an entire bag of marshmallows ((which is???? wtf??? 😭😭😭))))))

you jokingly tell him there's so many new people he can meet and start biting, especially when he finds "the one"

this is you testing the waters a bit, wondering if atsumu might talk about any kind of feelings he juuuust miiight have. it's always been confusing for you, not sure where you fit when it comes to his categories of relationships. sure you were the only one he was ever that physically affectionate with... but what if it's because you two grew up together and he maybe sees you as some sort of sibling?

you're reassured when atsumu lets out the biggest sigh, telling you that "nah. no one's like ya. i only wanna bite ya. s'never gonna be the same and i don't even wanna try it."

you laugh and atsumu smiles. there's a dreamy look in his eyes that goes unnoticed by you during this video call.

but you see it so clearly when you surprise atsumu during one of his games.

"y-y/n?!" atsumu screams at the top of his lungs, "that you?!???!?! you standing there with my jersey number on??!?!"

you laugh and wave your arms, not even given a chance to respond before you're body checked almost to the ground. you laugh harder as atsumu cages you in his embrace, giving you the tighest hug you've ever had thus far. he squeezes you, lets his hands grab at your skin and breathes you in.

"i fucking missed you," he'd breathe into your neck, almost tearing up at the way his body knows he's safe with you, "even though you literally sat in a video call with me during my before game poop."

you laugh and smack his arm. "why would you say that out loud?!" you exclaim, your head thrown back which atsumu places his hand behind. he lets you stand, admiring you expression before joining you. he keeps you close though, his other hand glued to your hips as he moved the one behind your head to your cheeks.

"i missed these!" he beams, giving your cheek a pinch before leaning in to bite them gently. he pulls away, giggles to himself before nipping down your jaw, to your neck, to your shoulders, and eventually to your arm. your breath hitches the entire time and you're tense.

you're adults now. it's just a little different than before.

but it's all the same to atsumu. especially when he pulls away only to give you a quick peck on the lips.

"since suna was tellin' me that biting ya wasn't enough."

your expression twists, but the both of you share a laugh.