#haikyuu Osamu

[milaisreading]

Kageyama twin!Yn:

*A 4 years old Yn crying in the corner as Osamu and Kita are glaring at Atsumu*

Atsumu: I didn't mean it!

Osamu: You literally said she won't see her brother anymore!

Atsumu: It was a joke! I swear!

Kita: And you think she can differentiate between a joke and seriousness now?

Atsumu, cringing as Yn starts crying louder: Well, I was hoping for that...

Aran: Let's just look for the Karasuno team- Did she stop crying?

Ginjima, holding Yn as Suna and Akagi are making funny faces at her: It wasn't that hard to calm her down...

Omimi: Well, one less issue

[lunamochii]

12:04am

cw; thirdyear osamu miya x f!reader, smut, yep. That's all.

Even though they have just comeback from nationals, voleyball team were no exception to the upcoming finals especially the third years.

All Osamu wants right now is to be laying down in bed with you at his side but instead his stuck here at the library trying to understand equations, trying to find the right solution so he can get the right answer

"Mhn, this sucks!"

He heard his twin groan as Atsumu finally drop his pen and rest his head on the table, as much as Osamu wants to meet up with you, you're busy with the exams too. Why do you have to be on the other section?

"I'm gonna go buy foods. Osamu, you coming?" Suna said, finally giving up too "Sure. Tsumu' whaddya want?" Instead of answering, his twin only shook his head and proceed to fiddle on his phone, the two of them shrug and made their way towards the canteen

++

"Wanna go karaoke today?"

Exams are just right around the corner and your friends have the audacity to go karaoke later, very nice.

"Karaoke? We need to study."

"My brain is going to explode! I need a breather!"

You laugh at them, others may say that they are only exaggerating but exams are really hard because it the grades you'll be getting will determine if you can go to a good university and hell, you want to go to a good one

"Hmm what's this? Karaoke today?"

You quickly turn around upon hearing the voice of your boyfriend, you two only met the day he return after being in Tokyo for the nationals but ever since that day, you guys stop seeing each other. Too busy with the exams.

"Osamu!"

He quickly catches you when you practically throw your body to him, Osamu hug you tight and bury his head on the crook of your neck. You could hear the snickers and giggle of your friends.

"I miss you so much, baby."

"Miss you too, baby."

Osamu smiles warmly and leans in to kiss you on your cheek, he wrap his one arm on your waist and face the others

"Hey! Why don't we go to Karaoke after exams?" One of your friends suggested "Seems nice, a reward." Suna agreed, after that it was decided that you guys will be going to Karaoke together with the vb team, well, if the others agreed.

"Your house later?"

Osamu whispered and you look up at him, he have this annoying smug smile on his lips which made you rolled your eyes

"Yeah yeah."

++

"This was your plan all along huh?"

You groan when his hands traveled down again and grope your ass. Both of you were really studying while ago but Osamu couldn't stop himself from kissing your neck.

"Sorry, I just miss you so darn much that I can't hold back myself.."

"Oh baby..."

Osamu kisses you once again but this time his using his tongue, you could feel the coldness of the floor on your room as your boyfriend have his way with you. It would be a lie if you say that you didn't miss him too.

He unbutton your uniform and trail his kisses down, letting out a groan, Osamu expertly unclasp your bra and his mouth quickly latch on your nipples. Sucking and licking them while his other hand is pinching your other expose nipple.

Your boyfriend won't admit it to your face but he likes keeping his mouth or head very close to your chest. He loves your breast, okay? The way his hands couldn't hold it because it spills out. The softness of it is what make him crazy. But what if...

You snap back to your sensws when Osamu stops and just towers over you, his eyes staring at your boobs. Now what's gotten into him?

"Osamu?" You called his attention "If I get you pregnant you're gonna lactate and if you're gonna lactate..."

You almost let out the loudest moan when he grope your boobs, his gray eyes found yours and you know what he wants. You gulp and held on to his arm

"You can only do it inside once we graduate!"

Osamu scoffs and leans down to kisses you, you can hear the sound of him unbuckling his pants and when the kiss broke, you can feel your pussy tightening at the site of his hard cock. Fuck, his precum is leaking.

"Y'know we're very close to yer bed but I wanna fuck you here on the floor. Yer bed makes too much noise that yer parents might hear us fucking."

"It's because you do it so rough!"

He laughs at your reaction and grab his bag that is place not so far away from where you guys are, he grab a box of condom and took out one.

"You brought a box?!"

"Baby, when was the last time we fuck? Ya don't know how much I miss yer pussy."

You felt yourself blushing at his bluntness, Osamu is a great dirty talker in bed. It helps you get to your high faster, you moan out his name when his fingers starts to do a slowly circular motion on your clit.

"Mhm yer wet though I wanna stretch you more.."

He covered his two fingers with your own slick and slowly insert it inside you. You huff and tried[keyword here is tried] not too moan out loud. He began thrusting his fingers in, at first it was low as if he was getting you to know the size of his fingers. Then, it got faster that you use your free hand to cover your mouth.

"M'gonna cum at this rate!"

"Uh-uh can't have that. Wanna feel ya cum on my cock."

He took out his fingers and inserted his cock, heck his fingers didn't do any justice on just how big he is. Did all the training from their practice went to his cock?! You swear that he felt bigger and longer that you feel full inside.

"Hold on tight, baby. We're just getting started."

++

"Winter uniform? Stockings? Aren't you hot?"

It's Osamu's fault. You specifally told him not to leave a mark on your thighs but that asshole left a mark everywhere on your body! To think you'd be wearing your winter uniform and stocking under the blazing sun!

"Heya guys!"

Speaking of the devil

"What the- why are you wearing turtle neck underneath of your uniform? Wait...."

You quickly covered the mouth of Atsumu before he can even open his mouth and utter such embarassing words. Osamu texted you to come to the gym since he said that he brought the notes that you guys did after some hours of fucking.

"Osamu- you little shit!"

Let's just say that everyone on the voleyball team figured it out.

[fum1ku]

NEWLYWEDS - HQ BOYS

-> daily life with the hq boys after you two have gotten married!

ft. osamu miya, tetsuro kuroo, shinsuke kita, kiyoomi sakusa, koushi sugawara

OSAMU: coming into onigiri miya had been your daily ritual since you first started dating samu—so that most definitely didn’t change when you both got married. you walked into your husband’s restaurant and he smiled when he notices that it’s you walking in.

you lean over the front counter and smile up at him. “miss me?”

he hums in response. “your usual?”

you nod, taking a quick look around to see if anyone was around. luckily for you, it was mid-afternoon and the lunch rush had just ended. before osamu could turn around to start up your usual order, you pulled him by the collar of his uniform and let your lips gently press into his.

you pulled back and flashed him a quick, satisfied smirk before you found yourself a seat at a nearby table, watching as samu chuckled to himself as he went back to start your order.

after a few minutes he walks back out with your special order in his hands.

“here ‘ya go, babe,” he smiled.

you laughed. “thank you very much, ‘samu.”

you turned back to your phone as you aimlessly scrolled through it. picking around at your food, you finally looked down and noticed what samu had written on your napkin.

“for my wife<3”

it really did have a nice ring to it.

TETSURO: your afternoons consisted of one of two things: bringing kuroo lunch to his office, or meeting him for lunch on the off chance that he didn’t have a stack of paperwork to go through that afternoon.

today had been a long day for him, and it wasn’t even over yet. luckily for him, it had been your day off and you had spent most of your morning preparing the most delicious bento to bring your husband for lunch today.

you made your way past the front desk and softly knocked on kuroo’s office door. you heard a muffled, come in!” from inside. taking that as your invitation, you walked into his office.

you smiled, teasing, “delivery!”

he looked up at you and smiled. “oh? and what do we have here?”

“rice and tonkatsu!” you beamed. “made it all myself this morning.”

you walked up and placed the bento on his desk, setting the bag beside his desk. you sat on the corner of his desk.

he hummed, opening the bento. “tell me about your day?”

“okay! so i started with dishes. which reminds me, no more late night food making in my clean kitchen, tetsuro— i mean it! and, well, then i—”

he smiled at everything you said, still working on the paperwork in front of him. but listening to you made it all so much easier.

SHINSUKE: being married to kita meant early mornings. he’d get up before dawn to tend to the rice fields and wouldn’t get back till the afternoon, leaving you home alone for most of the morning.

like clockwork, your husband hit up at 5am and got dressed to head out towards the field. you smiled to yourself as you felt him place a gentle kiss on your forehead, just before he made his way out the door. rolling out of bed you walked towards the kitchen and made yourself a cup of coffee—the only way you were going to survive the early morning.

you made your way onto the front porch and curled up on the stairs below, watching as your husband walked back and forth down the rows of the rice field. he was too far out and too preoccupied to even notice you.

soon as your cup of coffee was gone you got up and headed back inside to get started on house chores. kita was a man of routine. he believed in doing things consistently and effectively. but, today, when your husband comes back from his long hours out in the rice fields, all his chores will have been done for him. that way you can have him all to yourself for the rest of the afternoon.

free to hold; free to kiss. all yours, just for today. or for as long as he’d have you.

KIYOOMI: sure, to anyone else, your husband didn’t seem like the sweet, loving type. but, deep down, he really could be.

on his off days from volleyball, he’d be the one home most of the day while you were at work. this only made things easier for him, in his eyes.

the laundry? done.

dishes? washed and put away.

all those annoying, minuscule cleaning tasks that needed to be done around the apartment but you’d been putting off because who would even notice them? done, done, and done. and, for what it’s worth, he noticed them.

you came home to kiyoomi preparing dinner in the small kitchen of your apartment.

“kiyoomi?” you yawned, kicking off your shoes. you noticed how fresh the apartment smelled—the scent of the cleaning products still lingering in the room. “you.. cleaned?”

he hummed. “yeah, figured it needed to be done.”

you smiled, hugging your husband from behind. “mm you smell clean too.”

he winced. “go take a shower. you smell like work. dinner should be ready soon.”

you laughed. “okay, whatever you say.”

KOUSHI: it was the weekend and it was late. 10pm? 11pm? you had lost track.

your husband was hunched over the dining room table—papers sprawled out in front of him. it was the week before school break and grades needed to be finished for the semester. of course koushi had known this for weeks now, but chose to be the procrastinator he was and put it off till now.

you blinked the tiredness from your eyes, yawning.

had you fallen asleep? shit. what time was it?

the alarm clock on your bedside table shown 11:23pm. you rolled over to your side and felt around in bed. no koushi.

you forced your tired self out of bed and made your way towards the kitchen. there you found your husband, hunched over the dining room table grading papers.

your wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face into his soft hair.

“koushi, my love, it’s late. you need sleep,” you mused.

he sighed. “i know. and i would. i will. i just gotta finish grading this last few papers. then i’ll come to bed, love, i promise.”

you laughed, turning to the counter to find yourself a pair of reading glasses. you took a pen from koushi’s side and set a stack of ungraded papers in front of you.

your husband didn’t protest, too tired to argue. this is how you two spent the next hour together, until koushi looked up to see your head laid down atop your arms on the table and soft snores coming from your lips.

he smiled, moving to get up. he picked you up and carried you to your bedroom, laying down next to you for the night and falling asleep.

© fum1ku 2024.

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“when they get jealous” | hq

𓂃𓂃𓂃𓊝 ࿐𓂃𓂃𓂃

content: haikyuu boys x reader, when they get jealous over someone else

warnings: disgustingly cute, kenma x reader + tsukishima x reader are established relationships, fem!reader, osamu x reader (y/n is perceived as shorter than osamu)

characters: kenma, tsukishima, osamu

a/n: more! bc these also have been stuck in my head... (not proofread sorry!)

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Kozume Kenma

'he would get distracted to the point of jeopardizing a game'

It was a weekend afternoon, and Kenma had carved out some precious time to play solos in the gaming room. His specialty was first-person shooter games, and he stayed absolutely silent to focus; a pin drop could be heard from how quiet it was. Only the sounds of his game controller clicking resonated softly in the soundproof room.

You two shared the room, with back-to-back monitors and a personalized setup on each side. Occasionally, you would enter and play a game or two, leaving when you knew he had a stream scheduled.

Today was one of those quiet days, with Kenma fully immersed in his game. His noise-canceling headphones ensured nothing but the game’s audio reached his ears.

You entered the room, aware of his headphones, and left rabbit-cut apple slices next to his keyboard. The colors from his monitor illuminated the slices, casting a soft glow on them as his slender fingers worked like a well-oiled machine.

As you moved, your figure momentarily blocked his sight, and he glimpsed you holding a phone to your ear, a smile plastered on your face as you talked. Kenma's eyes lingered on you for a few seconds before his monitor demanded his attention again. Usually, you would make some sort of light contact to remind him you were there, a gentle touch or a pat on the shoulder.

But this time, you didn’t.

Instead, you turned to your side and plopped down on the plush chair, fully engrossed in your conversation. Kenma wasn't overly nosy, but he couldn’t help but peek out from the side of his monitor to observe you.

‘Who has your attention?’ he wondered.

Knowing he couldn't keep glancing your way without compromising his game, Kenma adjusted his headphones so that only one side covered his ear, leaving the other exposed to the outside world.

Kenma's focus split in half; he tried to concentrate on his game, yet every time he heard your wholehearted laugh, his eyes darted to you instantly. Your joy was infectious, and it pulled at his curiosity with an unfamiliar force.

“Tomorrow? Yeah, that sounds great!” Your voice rang out, clear and cheerful. Kenma's brows furrowed as he strained to make out more of your conversation. His concentration slowly dissipated, the multiple noises becoming a chaotic blend in his mind.

“I can’t wait to see you!” Your exclamation, followed by another giggle, broke his focus entirely. He turned his head fully for just two seconds, enough time for his character on screen to be targeted and shot.

The screen flashed red with ‘GAME OVER’ in bold letters.

Kenma's eyes did a double take as the realization hit—he had gotten distracted a bit too long.

He never lost a game—ever.

He yanked the headphones off, letting them hang around his neck as he leaned back in his chair. A long sigh heaved out, his worn-out hands finding their way behind his head as his legs spread apart for a more comfortable position.

“Okay, I’ll talk to you later, bro. Tell Mom I can’t wait to see you guys!” Now free from his game’s immersive audio, Kenma heard you loud and clear. His eyes squeezed shut, feeling a twinge of annoyance at himself for getting so distracted.

That really cost him a game—yet he couldn't help but feel his heart rate slow down after realizing you were just talking to your brother.

Lost in his thoughts, Kenma didn’t hear you approach until he felt the soft, slightly wet touch of your lips pecking his. His eyes slowly fluttered open to find you staring down at him with a confused look.

“You lost, Kozu?” Your eyes now drifted to his monitor.

He could only softly scoff at himself, a mix of embarrassment and amusement in his tone. “Yeah, I guess I did.” His lips pursed together, noting the twinge of sweetness they tasted.

He would never tell you the real reason, though.

𓇼𓆉𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆉𓇼

Kei Tsukishima

'his smile looks indifferent, yet his eyes shot daggers'

The sound of someone’s cough echoed through the museum as you and Tsukishima passed through another grand exhibit. The exhibits grew slightly crowded at times, prompting you to lightly grasp the edge of his coat, careful not to fully grab him. His strides were slightly faster than yours granted his slight eagerness. Tsukishima turned his head, peering down at your hand clutching his clothes.

“Is this your way of trying to keep up?” His light eyebrows raised slightly in amusement before he reached back, taking hold of your hand to guide you instead.

“Excuse me!” a slightly loud voice echoed in the room, causing you to close your mouth before you could respond. You turned to face the source of the shout, only to find a young man staring right at you.

Tsukishima halted with you, turning his head around with a hint of annoyance at whoever was shouting.

“Do people not know when to lower their voices?” he muttered, his voice laced with irritation. As he was about to finish his sentence, he noticed the man making his way toward you specifically. Tsukishima didn’t miss the way the man’s eyes were solely focused on you.

Turning his attention to you, Tsukishima also noticed how your squinting eyes suddenly morphed into one of pure surprise.

“Y/N? Is that really you!?” the man exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement.

As the man launched into an animated recount of his recent adventures, Tsukishima stood by, feeling a pang of irritation.

Soon enough, a few others caught up to your classmate. Tsukishima couldn't miss the way it took them a few seconds to avert their eyes or the eager way they held out their hands to shake yours.

He couldn’t help but roll his eyes, ‘How shameless.’

“This is my—” you began to introduce Tsukki, but he beat you to it, turning fully to face the group. “I’m the boyfriend.” His smile was anything but genuine.

His tone might have been friendly, but you could tell Tsukki was irritated.

Quickly realizing he might be upset about the abrupt interruption of your date, you hastily said your goodbyes to your old high school friend.

“Aw, c’mon Y/N, how about a reunion selfie before we let you go?” your old classmate nudged, pointing at the phone he was holding.

You awkwardly laughed, trying to think of a way to politely decline. But before you could say no, you felt a gentle but firm pressure on the small of your back, guiding you forward. You turned to see Tsukishima's long fingers splayed out against your back, his touch insistent. The action caused you to straighten up in response, feeling the solid reassurance of his hand.

You quickly took the selfie with your old classmate, offering a polite smile for the camera. Before you could say another brief goodbye, you noticed the three guys in the back all staring in your direction, only to quickly avert their gaze to some random object in the building.

Curious about what had caught their attention, you turned your head to follow their line of sight. Your heart began to race as you saw the reason for their sudden shift in focus.

Tsukishima, now several meters away, was turned slightly to the side, but his eyes were locked onto the guy next to you. His usual could-care-less demeanor was replaced with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. Tsukishima's glare was menacing as if silently placing a bounty on his head. His hands were comfortably placed in his pockets; his black glasses failed to mask the daggers he shot their way.

There was no mistaking it—he was jealous, and not just mildly so.

You quickly excused yourself, murmuring a final goodbye to your old classmate. You made your way over to Tsukishima, your steps quickening with each passing second.

As you reached him, you hesitated for a moment before gently placing a hand on his arm. His eyes flicked to yours, then quickly shifted away, focusing on anything but you.

“Tsukki,” you said softly, “Sorry that took so long.”

“Whatever,” he muttered, his tone begrudgingly agreeing.

“Were their stares bothering you?” you asked, trying to keep your tone light.

Tsukishima’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“They were just...annoying,” he said, his voice clipped. “Like, read the room.”

A mischievous smirk played on your face as you interlocked your hand with his. “Is that why you were death-staring them like they were your sworn enemies?”

“Obviously. Anyone would with how noisy they were,” he replied, trying to sound indifferent.

He would never admit to it, but you could read him all too well.

𓇼𓆉𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆉𓇼

Miya Osamu

'wouldn't care if a purchase or two gets put on the line'

One day, Atsumu, his doting twin brother, waltzes into the semi-busy shop with open arms.

“Take a whiff, boys—the infamous Miya blood mixes with success,” he says smugly.

Osamu doesn't even welcome them once he sees who it is—he simply deadpans and shoves the curtains to go in the back.

With a bright smile that reaches your eyes, you quickly greet the customers. The two unfamiliar gentlemen behind Atsumu had a muscular and tall build—likely hungry athletes in need of rewarding food.

‘Time to sell the whole shop,’ you think with determination.

Although you weren’t an official employee at Onigiri Miya, you wanted to help Osamu as much as you could. That included selling his delicious food to hungry customers.

You devise a quick game plan and target the first tall guy, hastily approaching him. His eyebrows are furrowed slightly as he examines the menu, trying to decide what to eat.

“Hi there! If you’re looking for something delicious, you can’t go wrong with our classic tuna mayo onigiri,” you suggest cheerfully, your enthusiasm catching his attention.

The tall guy’s face lights up at your recommendation. “That sounds perfect, thanks!” he says, his serious expression softening.

Just as you’re about to show him another flavor, Osamu suddenly walks directly between you and the customer, almost bumping into you. “You should try the natto,” he says, grabbing a natto onigiri from the display, his tone a bit sharper than usual.

The customer looks a bit taken aback, clearly put off by the sudden change. “Uh, I’m not sure about natto…” he says hesitantly.

You frown slightly, trying to salvage the situation. “Well, we have plenty of other options too—how about the umeboshi?” you suggest, stepping around Osamu to point at another onigiri.

Osamu, however, doesn’t move, effectively blocking your view. “Natto’s a specialty here. You should give it a shot,” he insists, practically shoving the onigiri into the customer’s hand, his eyes darting briefly to you and then back to the customer.

The customer looks uncomfortable, but Atsumu, ever the opportunist, steps in with a grin. “Look at ya, ‘Samu. Can’t stand to see Y/N sellin’ your onigiri to my pal, huh?” he teases, clearly enjoying the situation.

Osamu’s scowl deepens as he grabs an onigiri from the counter. “Shut up, ‘Tsumu,” he mutters before stuffing the onigiri into his brother’s mouth, effectively muffling his cackle.

Atsumu’s eyes widen in surprise, slightly coughing from practically choking on a rice ball.

Trying to pretend the twins weren’t going at it, mouthing silent threats to each other on each side of you two, you try to make a pitch once again.

“I hope you try out all, but it’s up to you!” you quickly put all three into the man’s hands and in doing so, your hand encloses them and gives it a slight pat.

The shuffling stops as you feel two holes being burned into the back of your head.

You could hear a soft chuckle as Osamu's large hands suddenly and slightly encircled your neck from behind. His weight leaned lightly against you as he crouched down a bit to join the conversation.

"Y/N's putting in quite the effort to sell you these, man. I'd say take them and enjoy," he remarked, his face close enough to yours that you could almost feel his breath against your ear.

With a subtle maneuver, you sidestep out of his grasp and guide the customer towards the register; the mess the very owner put you through just to sell these damn onigiris. You mentally roll your eyes as Atsumu continues to tease Osamu in the background.

As soon as the trio of athletes bid the shop goodbye, the door chiming softly behind them, your attention soon fell on Osamu.

You could feel a slight tension in the atmosphere, the remnants of the earlier exchange still hanging in the air. Osamu stood behind the counter, his back turned to you as he methodically rearranged the onigiri displays. His movements were precise, almost mechanical as if he were trying to distract himself from the task at hand.

"Why the face, Y/N?" Osamu feigned confusion as he went around the stalls to continue his organizing.

You stood by the register with your arms crossed, eyebrows raised in amused disbelief. "Oh, really," you began, "I mean, I get Atsumu—you guys always go at it—but that guy was just like any other customer, 'Samu."

Osamu paused in his task, his expression shifting into a thoughtful gaze as if pondering something. His fingers tapped absentmindedly on the counter before he finally met your gaze. "Yeah, but there's always something more to it," he said cryptically, a faint smile playing on his lips.

You tilted your head, intrigued by his response. "More to what?"

He chuckled softly, a glint of something indescribable in his eyes. "More to everything," he replied enigmatically, leaving you with a curious smile as he continued to work around the shop. His words lingered in the air.

𓇼𓆉𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆉𓇼

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NEW IDEAS - MIYA OSAMU

short bf samu drabble 🍚

"whaddya think?"

he asks and wipes his hands with a small handkerchief as he leans on the spot on the counter next to you. his eyes gazing at you as he awaits your response.

"is it too salty? does it taste weird?"

he bombards you with questions and you muffled out something.

"mmfh, iwts- dhwood hmmf"

he chuckles as he puts a hand on the small of your back, leaning down to your height.

"sorry, love. finish it first then answer ma questions, kay?"

you nodded and continued to bite down the new onigiri recipe he had created. he smiles as he sees you enjoying his new onigiri recipe that he has been experimenting for the past couple of days.

you swallowed the last part of the onigiri.

"tastes amazing, samu!"

you exclaimed excitedly as he just grinned. his arms crossed as he looks at your messy lips.

"ya say that to everythin' i make. how am i supposed to know if i should sell it or na?"

he chuckles and wipes the rice stuck on your lips with his thumb, making you snicker at the sudden touch.

"can't help it, everything you make is good"

you grinned up at him and he just cups your cheeks with his hands.

"a might actually just make a new menu specially for ya"

he grins and presses his lips against your forehead to which you just smiled and enjoyed his lips on your skin.

"but i'm bein' serious ere'. a need some new stuff for ma shop. can't let it go bankrupt, yeah? or else ain't no one gonna spoil ya rotten"

he brings his calloused hand to your cheek and pinched it, making you yelp. you laughed and smacked his chest playfully before rolling your eyes.

"maybe you should sell all of those onigiris you did. i think your customers will love it"

"ya think so? bet they won't love it as much you love it"

"i know so"

you said proudly and crossed your arms with a small huff escaping your lips. he chuckled and wraps his strong arms sround your waist, pulling you close.

"am gonna put yer name on the menu. so the customers can thank ya for the new stuffs"

"what an honour"

he laughs at your words. he loves this atmosphere. the one filled with love. he loves seeing you enjoy his food and spend time with him like this. there's nothing else in this world he can ask for.

"should i make dinner for tonight?"

he scoffs at that, playfully rolling his eyes at you.

"an' let ma precious kitchen burn down? ain't no way that's gonna happen"

he presses a kiss on your pouty lips before turning away to grab some ingredients from the fridge.

"i only burnt it one time!"

he snickers and places the ingredients on the counter.

"yeah but you burnt water, honey. i didn't even think that was possible until you showed me"

you groaned at his tease and watch him roll up his sleeves to get ready to cook.

"don't forget to kiss the chef for a good meal"

his words were teasing as he looks at you with a toothy grin. you rolled your eyes and pressed a kiss on his cheek. he then started cooking as you played some music using your phone. he glances at you from time to time with a lovesick smile on his face.

and that was all he ever wanted in his life.

[cottonlemonade]

Pancakes After Sex

warnings: suggestive, mdni

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Pancakes after sex have become somewhat of a staple for you and your husband Osamu. It started off as a weird craving when you began dating. That first time it ever came up was around 2 a.m. and you lay happy and satisfied in his strong arms while he played with your hair and brought your hand to his lips. His fingertips drew lazy patterns over the soft rolls of your hips and tummy and he wished he had as much stamina as he used to in high school to go on further. You were about to drift off to sleep when his stomach growled loudly and once your giggle fit had subsided you offered a short excursion to your kitchen to see what you could scrounge up for your ever hungry caterpillar of a man. Nothing. Not even a stray expired pack of ramen in the back of your pantry.

So Osamu whipped up some pancakes since milk, flour and an egg was at least available. You leaned on the counter, laughing softly and feeding each other bites before heading to bed for a good night’s sleep.

Now you watched your husband in his grey sweats whisking the batter, letting your eyes roam appreciatively over the rippling muscles in his back, so very glad he left his shirt on the floor where you’d tossed it a few hours ago.

Osamu makes the best pancakes and he is always happy to serve you a midnight snack.

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[kira-fluff]

I saw the “Sleeping with no pants on” headcanon and was wondering if you could do a pretty setter squad containing Atsumu, Kageyama and Akaashi please- ☁️

sleeping with no pants on | fem!reader x haikyuu!! [pt. 5]

a/n: i was not expecting everyone to be so obsessed with this prompt but I am LIVING for it. I love you guys so much 🩷 p.s. my lovely, atsumu is actually in pt. 1, but I'm going to switch for twinnie osamu, okay? 💕 also I'm so sorry i was gone for so long. busy busy busy working 3 jobs with college. forgive me if I'm a bit rusty. tw: sorta spicy idk

pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4

osamu miya "hey, 'samu, 'samu." "hm." he replied in a grunt. "'m tired." the two of you had stayed up the entire night trying out new recipes that osamu had thought of when he was supposed to be paying attention in class. so, now here you were at midnight, sprawled out on the couch, exhausted. "'n go 't sleep." "don' wanna drive home." "'n stay." you murmured an acknowledgement, then began slipping off your pants. osamu immediately sobered from his tiredness. "wait, the hell are ya doin'?!" "'m goin' to bed, obviously." "ya can't just take yer pants off with a man in the house!" you let out a little scoff, "oh, get over it." but osamu's mind was already racing. he tried to act cool on the outside, but you were just in your fucking panties and acting like it was no big deal? why were you always so clueless around him??? did you really not see him as romantic material??? osamu couldn't help but stare at the round shape of your ass even as your long shirt covered you. he had scarcely time to begin devouring the sight of your legs when you cleared your throat. "are you.....staring... at me?" he cleared his throat and looked away. "...s-sorry.." you leaned in close, just below his ear. "ya know... if you really wanted it that badly, you could've said something.." you smirked, taking a blanket and covering up your lower half with a conceited smirk, walking away. "h-hey wait! the fuck did ya mean by that?!" he trailed behind eagerly. the rest of the night? well... "just friends" was no longer in either of your vocabulary anymore.

kageyama tobio you friends, after all, nothing more. and you didn't want to make it weird. weirder than it already felt having hidden feelings for your best friend. it getting late after a particularly long study session which involved you trying to drill basic math facts into a brain that only understood volleyball. it was a hopeless endeavor, but you took him getting anything above a "50" as a win. so, you continued to attempt to help him improve his grades. you supposed "attempt" wasn't necessarily the right word, as his scores were generally improving, but sometimes you found yourself wondering if there was really a point to it all after you spent the whole lesson trying to help him relearn everything he misunderstood in the lesson from that day. so here you were, exhausted, with your head down on your table at home, tobio sitting across from you. "hey, kageyama, let's just call it a night." he paused for a moment, then spoke. "....do you want to sleep with me?" if you had any liquid in your mouth, you're certain you would've had a comical spit take. "ah, um, WHAT?" you sputtered, trying to make sense out of what he said. he didn't mean it that way, did he? no, of course not. "it's... late." yep. just offering a place to stay. "it is. but there are still trains. i can take a late one." "just get in my bed." your eyebrows raised. "hey, tobio, a normal person would misunderstand what you just said..." he ignored you. "just sleep with me." your face took on a reddish hue the more times he said it... and he just didn't get it? why was he messing with your heart like this!?!? "um... there are different ways to say that. like... 'want to spend the night?'" "then, spend the night." "why are you being so pushy?" "because i like you." as a friend. yeah. we've been over this. "ok, ok, you've convinced me with the power of friendship. but I'm sleeping on the couch." "no." "yes." "no. my bed has enough room." "not for me!!" you laughed nervously. does this guy even have hormones? like, what the fuck? "....I'm going to go shower. I'll see you in my bedroom." does this guy not understand the meaning of no? still, you found yourself begrudgingly trudging over to his bed, especially after you saw his couch was made with the comfort of a burlap sack. I mean, if he offered, might as well take advantage right? what could go wrong? spoiler: everything goes wrong. you thought he was fast asleep. so, in the stealth of 1000 ninjas, you slid off your sweatpants for the sake of comfort. it wasn't weird, right? oh well. you were tired and damn did he like his room hot. you jumped when you felt him arms wrap around you. then, he stiffened. "...are you not wearing any pants?" "um... maybe..." he sighed. "are you trying to seduce me?" "n-no it's just more comfortable!" he turned you around so you were facing him. "well, whatever you're trying to do, it's working. I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep." "wait, is it because I'm making you uncomfortable?" he went silent for a moment. ".... you could say that." "I'll... just put them back on then. sorry. it's just that your room is really hot and-" "can I kiss you?" you blinked in disbelief. "can you what?" "kiss you" he answered without a beat. you spluttered some more as he slowly leaned it, asking for permission, silently this time. you nodded and closed your eyes. sparks flew as his lips moved against your own and you finally understood what he'd meant when he said "I like you". kageyama tobio was head over heels in love with you, and you hadn't a clue. until now. the two of you broke apart. "...can we... do that again?" he asked brazenly. you leaned forward again in reply.

akaashi keiji akaashi would rather die than confess to you the things he woke up at night fantasizing about. you'd likely be especially mortified if you discovered that one of your most embarrassing mishaps was on a frequent replay in akaashi's brain when he fell asleep. he was supposed to be a gentleman, not some gross pervert that looked at one of his best friends like... that. but since it was all in his dreams, it was impossible to "turn off" no matter how many times he tried to think about something else before he went to sleep. and so, let's recall The Incident shall we? he had come to your house late at night and knocked at the door, fully expecting to see you up and awake as it was the early evening. to his surprise, however, you answered the door groggily, eyes still bleary from exhaustion and sleep. the way you looked would be forever ingrained in his mind. you were blinking back the remnants of sleep, wearing one of his shirts. it hung low on you, but not low enough to cover your supple legs and the white panties that peeked out below the hem line of his shirt. you hadn't noticed yet, either. "... what d' ya need...?" you asked tiredly, rubbing your eye. akaashi swallowed harshly, his brain turned into complete mush. "uhh.. uhh...." goddamnit, MOVE YOUR EYES BACK UP TO HER FACE. were her legs always that long? STOP. when he still hadn't answered, you followed his gaze down to your lower half. he still remembers the succession of events as follows: you blushed, stammered, and then slammed the door in his face. you didn't talk to him for a week. after, you finally awkwardly explained that you sleep without your pants on and that you didn't realize you hadn't put anything on when you answered the door because you were so tired. it sucked that you ignored him. and even that you explained yourself. because all it did was bring those... memories... right back to the forefront of his mind. whenever he saw you in the hall and you'd flush and look away, he was immediately brought back to the sight of your bare legs. when you stumbled through your explanation, his mind reeled back to those white panties. and he hated it. what kind of friend looks at their friend that way? but he knew in his heart that what he was feeling for you was beyond sexual attraction when, in his dreams, you smiled at him. and told him you loved him. and so, what if he dreamt a little longer? hopefully you'd forgive him. and maybe someday he could tell you how you made him feel...

[tsukiboo]

haikyuu pu$$y eaters

mhm. yup

(a special little thanks to @touyangel and her little osamu drabble, it was sooo good and we all know he’s top 5 for sure)

part two for your viewing pleasure: <3

1) bokuto. YOU CANT TELL ME SHIT HES #1. boy’s hella enthusiastic and eager to please. def the type to not stop until HE’S ready for you to be done. his favorite saying is always —“you can give me more right? just one more, you taste so good it’s hard to stop” and it’s never JUST one more he’s sloppy and messy but makes sure he cleans you up the best and only way he knows wink wink

2) iwaizumi, now hear me out. he’s so strategic w his shit, he’s done it so many times he swears he knows your body like the back of his hand and he never gets tired of it. hearing the way your voice moans his name as he sucks harshly on your clit will do it for him every. single. time. he def eats you out as a stress reliever, it’s something about your thighs wrapped around his head and your hands pulling at his hair that makes him forget why he was stressed in the first place.

3) tendouu. deserved honestly, he’s kinda like bokuto in a way, but this man will edge you to no end. he love love loves building you up just to hear you cry and beg for him to make you cum, it’s all a game to him and you’re his favorite piece of the game. loves fingering you more than anything and seeing you take his fingers so well and being coated w ur slick?? makes him never wanna stop — “you’re so cute it almost makes me feel a little sorry. you wanna cum on my tongue that bad? huh sweetheart? then beg me.”

4) osamu. 4 words: sit. on. his. face. loves it best when you’re grinding on his face, using him like he so desperately craves. whenever you lift up to get off, his arms are wrapped around your thighs to yank you right back down, he’ll let you know when he’s finished and it’s never on your time, only his. but i mean you can’t blame him, mans got a big appetite he could be there all night if you’d let him.

5) suna…. i hate to admit but mans got skill…he’s a lil teasing shit but he’s got skill. he always pays attention to every little detail. oh your grip in his hair got a little tighter when his finger grazed that one spot? ok. he’ll graze it again and two times more after that. your breath hitched after the way he sucked your clit? guess where he’s spending most of his attention. this man loves looking at you and forcing you to try your best to look at him, he’s always saying — “keep those eyes on me or else I’ll stop” and he will one look from his eyes alone can make you come undone in seconds, they’re just too much sometimes.

HONORABLE MENTIONS: sugawara koushi. (my man my man my man), akaashi aka mr. pretty fingers, kenma (i can and will go into detail), sakusa (this man.), aran.

[cr4yolaas]

not strong enough — miya osamu

notes: based off of “not strong enough” by boygenius <3

tags: reverse comfort, cheating implications (no actual cheating), self-deprecation + jealousy (osamu), super heartfelt tho

osamu hadn’t been home lately.

the kitchen was devoid of heart and soul. gone was the warmth that seeped into the apartment at his presence, or the comfort that his voice provided as it wafted through the halls. you didn’t see nor feel him anymore, save for the few glimpses of him getting ready before the sun could even greet your windowsill.

miya osamu was disappearing from your life, and you could do nothing but prepare for it.

you instantly feared the worst — that he was planning to leave you, or that he was seeking solace in another, or anything else that involved him separating himself from the life he built in your shared home. and so, delusion after delusion fed into one another, thus leading to an overwhelming bubble of anxiety that infected every inch of your bones.

when you had finally seen him — not just witnessed his shadow in the darkness of a lonesome bedroom — he appeared as if he had just barely dragged himself home. his skin hung heavy under his eyes, his hair was oily and tousled, his hands seemingly obtained an impossible amount of callouses and burns and scratches. you did not say a word, fearful for his response. instead, you held him in your arms in the doorway as he collapsed to the floor, the buckle of his knees bringing you down with him.

you could hear the remnants of an apology muttered into your shirt (his shirt, truthfully).

“what was that, ‘samu?” you whispered, your voice barely reaching his ears.

he turned his head to look to the side with his cheek still firm on your shoulder. “don’t ya ever wish things were different?”

his voice was hoarse; it was littered with exhaustion and pain and misery that you could not begin to understand. his question nestled itself deep into your lungs. you weren’t entirely sure what he was asking.

“a life where you’re living comfortably … and you’re free to do whatever your want …” he began to trail off, his features lined with sleepiness. “didn’t ya ever want that?”

you began to rub circles around his back, which was damp from the sweat that accumulated beneath his work uniform. you were waiting patiently for him to say it — to tell you to go pursue greater things to conceal his desire to rid himself of you, or that he didn’t deserve you because he had committed an act of betrayal. but instead, he continued, “‘tsumu’s doing great things … ‘n he’s rich ‘n happy ‘n famous and so much more. but what about me? what have i done?”

his words dissipated gradually. the cracks in his voice exposed him quite easily, not to mention the teardrops staining your skin. “you’ve done more than enough for me, ‘samu. i’m sorry i didn’t make you feel that way.” your boyfriend only gripped onto your harder, as if he were scared you would melt away if he didn’t.

“i jus’ wanna make you happy. i’m not sure if my job can even do that,” he muttered. “i’m trying to work harder at the shop, but i’m scared it isn’t enough.”

if it were situationally acceptable, you would have heaved a heavy sigh of relief. but it was not — so instead, you began to hold him impossibly tighter. “you don’t need to work so hard for me to love n’ appreciate you. everything about you is enough to make me happy,” you spoke softly to him. “as long as you’re by my side, i’m happy.”

miya osamu, despite his intricacies, was a delicate man at heart. that night, as you held him at the front door, the porcelain shell concealing his truest soul had shattered.

[mangogobibiboo]

Fighting for them w/ Hinata, Atsumu, Osamu

Hinata, Miya Twins x Reader (Seperate)// Warnings: Bodily harm and fighting // Word Count: 1000+

Synopsis: In which they are flirted with, and you just can't take it anymore. (DO NOT DO THIS)

Osamu:

This girl had been coming into the shop daily for the past month to stare at Osamu. She always got the same order: an iced matcha tea with a strawberry ice cream mochi. It was just a cutesy order, too. You scoff just as the words leave her mouth.

It's not like it was a bestseller that most people ordered. You must admit you were a tad irrational; some may say it was petty. But she was gawking at YOUR man. It was unforgivable.

You couldn't help but scoff every time she came into the store and ordered in her stupid cute voice, batting her eyelashes, leaning over the counter ever so slightly to make sure he would get a peek at her cleavage. She did the same thing today but went too far this time. She gripped his biceps and gushed over how strong he must be. Those were YOUR BICEPS that only you had the right to feel up and gush over. How dare she!

You had enough. You stomped up to the counter and shoved her out of the way, knocking her to the ground. She looked up at you with wide eyes, almost on the verge of tears. "Back off, my boyfriend," was the only thing you needed to say before she hurried away. "And don't forget your drink!" you yell after her as you grab the order from the counter and cuck it out the door, barely missing her.

"Ya been talkin to Tsumu too much." You look back to Osamu to see him laughing. "Crazy does look hot on you, baby, but you probably shouldn't do that again. I need these people to come back. Yer gonna kill ma livelihood." He came around the counter and planted a kiss on your forehead.

"I'm not crazy! And how come you never said anything to her? " you playfully punch his chest.

"Cuz, I barely notice em. Yer only one for me." you snuggle closer into his chest. "Okay?" "Okay."

Atsumu:

"C'mon, babe, talk ta me. I tried to tell 'er off, I swear!" It was after a game, and Atsumu was driving the two of you home, albeit unwillingly on your part. He had to beg you to get in the car, and you were set on taking a taxi. Leading to at least 30 minutes of quiet arguing in the parking garage. You felt a bit guilty making such a fuss, knowing how tired he must be from his game. But it was all the more reason to let you take a taxi like you wanted!

This was probably already bubbling before tonight. About two weeks ago, the Jackles had hired a couple of assistant managers. There was one in particular that gave you pause. You knew her; everyone on the team knew her. Not personally, of course. She was notorious for her affair with a captain of another team down in Okinawa. The scandal was in every magazine across Japan for weeks. It was a shitshow. The captain had to leave the team, and his wife left him, not that he didn't deserve that. And she was forced to step away as well. But it seemed that it didn't damage her professional reputation too much as the Jackles so quickly hired her.

After the game, you saw her throw herself onto Atsumu and gush about how amazing he was. She had his hands all over him.

If you had taken two seconds to process things, you would have seen that he was uncomfortable.

It was outside the locker room, so there was no press, but you were there, and before you knew it, you grabbed onto her hair, pulling her away. She didn't miss a beat, grabbing onto your hair as well. You two wrestled to the ground, scratching each other up before Atsumu finally got you off her. She yelled something about you being "A crazy bitch" before walking off.

Now you were sitting in the car, scratched up with a sore scalp, giving your boyfriend the silent treatment. "Baby, I swear, I was gonna tell 'er off, but ya didn't give me a chance." You stayed quiet, still not looking at him. "Fine, how 'bout I get yer favorite food and give ya all the cuddles ya want." You look at him, arms still crossed on your chest, and grumble, "And we watch a movie.". He smiled a bit and chuckled. "Okay, anythin' ya want. You kinda scare me now, babe."

Hinata:

Shoyo was too pure for his own good. He doesn't even realize the bartender is flirting with him. She was playing right into it, too! She opened by asking about his nice tan, which was all your dear boyfriend needed to start going on and on about Brazil and beach volleyball. In his excitement, he couldn't see how her eyes roamed his dress shirt, which couldn't quite contain his newly built Brazilian body.

But you noticed.

Honestly, after a few drinks, you didn't care if he noticed; you just wanted it to stop. You stomp over from the dance floor to the bar. Pull the bartender in by her ear and pour the drink she had served Hinata down her shirt. This quickly earns you a punch, and before you know it, the two of you grabbed a fistful of each other hair and began screaming obscenities at each other. It took Hinata a minute to process what was happening, and as soon as he did, it took all his strength to pull you two away from each other. After that, you two quickly ran off before the girl returned with the security. You make it outside and lean in an alley while trying to catch your breath when Hinata pipes up, still out of breath.

"Wow, Y/N, when did you get so strong? You have to teach me how to fight like that." He looked at you in awe; honestly, you couldn't help but laugh. You had to admit that you were a tad embarrassed by your outburst. How could you ever let your jealousy get the better of you? He was perfect and absolutely adored you, even in this situation,

A/n: Hi, yes, hello. I just wanted to pop in to say…THIS IS FICTION. Please don't do this in real life!

[sassycheesecake]

Osamu Miya x wife!Reader "The Green-Eyed Monster"

“What’s he doin’ here?” A very tired Osamu irritably asks, as he spots his twin brother bawling his eyes out in front of you on the dining table.

You turn to your husband with an apologetic look on your face.

“Tsumu’s girlfriend dumped him because he was moving too fast into the relationship for her liking.” You explain.

Osamu’s eyes find his brother’s slumped figure over the table, sighing heavily before mentioning you to follow him into your shared bedroom with a motion of his head.

“Atsumu, I will be right back okay?” You assure him, feeling bad that he barely acknowledges your words, his empty gaze with red eyes trained on his hot chocolate mug that you previously prepared for him.

Walking into the direction of your bedroom, you see Osamu already starting to undress out of his uniform, turning to you, as you walk in and close the door.

“(Y/N) this is now the third time he came over cuz some chick dumped ‘im. And it’s only been five months. Don’t let ‘im in every time just cuz he’s my brother and ya feel bad for ‘im.” Putting his dirty clothes in the hamper, he walks toward the closet, picking out fresh clothes to put on after his shower.

“I know you don’t like it when he comes over unannounced but Samu, I can’t help but try to cheer him up. You know that he has trouble maintaining friends and we live closest to him.”

Osamu sighs at your statement, being tired after a full day at his restaurant is making him more irritated than usual.

“I can’t even remember the last time we had sum time ta ourselves (Y/N). He’s always here, almost hoggin’ all of yer attention just cuz some meaningless fling decided ta dump his stupid ass.” His tone starts to get angry, taking his clothes to walk into the direction of the bathroom to take a shower.

Reflecting his words, you start to get a bit angry as well.

“Well what do you want me to do Osamu? Slam the door in his face? If I remember correctly when we first started dating, YOU were the one worried that Atsumu wouldn’t approve of me and NOW you’re telling me he is ‘hogging all of my attention’?! What are you? 5?”

Ignoring you, he walks past you and slams the door of the bathroom a little bit and you soon hear the shower running.

‘Sigh, the famous Miya temper.’

Rubbing your temples, you walk back into the kitchen to see Atsumu putting his mug into the sink, grabbing his jacket from the chair with a blank expression.

“You’re leaving already? Do you want to stay over?” You ask in a quiet voice.

He shakes his head, looking at you with a hurting expression.

“No. Wouldn’t wanna hog yer attention for more than necessary.”

So he heard your argument.

Before you can retort anything, a loud booming noise interrupts you first, along with a heavy pattern of rain against your windows.

The sudden noise makes you flinch and Atsumu looks outside to see the horrible weather.

Looking at the time, it’s already past 11 p.m.

“Come on Atsumu, I think it’s better if you stay over. Don’t mind what Osamu said, he’s just tired after work. It’s late and the weather is horrible. Just stay in the guest room, I don’t feel comfortable sending you on your way in this weather.” You try to convince him.

The blonde shrugs, very quietly saying ‘okay’ that you can barely hear it.

Stepping down to the familiar direction of the guest bedroom, Atsumu steps inside and you follow him in.

The Setter doesn’t even undress, just walks to the bed and lays down on it to stare at the ceiling.

You sit down on the side of the bed, talking to him in an almost motherly gentle voice.

“Atsumu don’t take what Osamu said too hard, you know how he is when he is extremely tired. And about that girl, I know it’s not my place to say but don’t you think you should heal properly first before jumping into the next relationship?”

The sandy-blond turns to his side with his back now facing you.

Sighing in defeat, you begin to get up when his rough voice interrupts your actions.

“(Y/N), do you think I will ever find someone like you and Samu found each other?”

Halting your actions, you sit down again.

“Well, I am sure you will find your soulmate eventually. I mean with me and Samu, we just met and it immediately clicked.” You smile as you recall the funny way you and Osamu met.

You were driving in your car on your way to work to ‘Colors Of The Wind’, which is a local art shop that sells art equipment and all different colors in different utensils.

Singing along to ‘River’ by Ed Sheeran and Eminem, you don’t see a spider slowly making its way over your dashboard, not having a care in the world.

When you are about to change the song, you see the little creature of hell getting closer to you.

Screaming in fear, you move your steering wheel, crashing right into a dark gray car, whose owner has the same metallic eyes and even darker hair.

Having a small fight over the damage, you explained to the good-looking stranger that you screamed over a spider and he laughed so hard that he had tears in his eyes.

Exchanging numbers to the repair of the damage, you stayed in contact and here you are today. Married for three amazing years already.

“Tomorrow will be a better day, okay? How about I make you some gohan along with yakizakana?” You suggest to Atsumu before you leave him be.

“Will ya also make yer vanilla puddin’?” The Setter mumbles back with a little gleam in his eyes when he turns a bit to watch you.

Giggling at his request like a shy little kid asking for his favorite ice cream, you agree to make your vanilla pudding as well that he loves so much.

“Good night Tsumu, try to sleep a little bit.”

“Night (Y/N).”

Leaving the room, you close the door and put the dishes in the dishwasher before returning to your bedroom where you know Osamu will be.

Slowly opening the door, you see your husband leaning against the headboard, a small frown decorates his usual carefree face.

When you enter, he starts talking without looking at you.

“Can ya sit down please?”

Following his request, you lay in bed with him, leaning against the headboard with your shoulder, so you face him sideways.

Taking a deep breath, he looks at you with deep apologetic eyes and also a small hint of hurt.

“Baby I’m sorry for the way I was actin’ earlier. It was childish and unfair. I love ya so much and I love the way yer takin’ care of my brother.”

“Then why were you so upset?” You ask in confusion.

Osamu looks away from you with a pout, mumbling something that you couldn’t make out.

You lean a bit closer.

“What was that?”

He turns his face back, staring at the ceiling, saying it again but louder.

“I was jealous over yer attention on ‘im. I had a shit day at work today and I just wanted yer cuddles and kisses. When I saw that scrub in the kitchen, it made me more mad. I shouldn't have let my anger out on ya. ‘M sorry baby.”

Smiling at his words, you come closer to your husband to give him comforting kisses along his cheeks.

Sighing in bliss he lets you do as you please.

Stopping right by his ear, you whisper seductively.

“Want some make up sex and then you can vent to me about your day?”

Osamu turns to you with an excited look, quickly pushing you down to lay on top of you.

Giggling in delight, you let the former Opposite Hitter ravish you half the night.

The next morning

The smell of steamed rice and cooked fish is what rips Atsumu out of his dream of defeating Thanos, stretching his limbs and rubbing his tired face.

Remembering that you cooked for him this morning, he gets up very excited like a kid getting to open Christmas presents early and almost sprints out of the room.

Quickly slamming on the brakes what he sees on the counter, his stomach begins to get nauseous at the open PDA between his twin brother and you.

You’re sitting on the counter and have your legs wrapped around Osamu’s waist, your arms crossed around his neck.

The ravenette’s hands rest on either side of your thighs, lips locked together with yours as your husband passionately makes out with you, unaware of his sandy-blond twin.

“Really? That early in the mornin’? That’s gross.” The Setter says in disgust as he leans against the kitchen frame.

Letting go of you, Osamu turns fully around to look at his brother, with you leaning over his shoulders and his neck to look at Atsumu with a flushed face.

“Well scrub, get yerself a girlfriend or boyfriend, then ya will have this too.”

“Fuck ya and yer happiness, Samu.”

“It ain’t my fault that I have the perfect woman and ya don’t. Yer shitty personality drives them all away.”

“Ya know what ya little shithead-“ you interrupt before it escalates into a physical fight like the last million times.

“Okay, okay enough. Let’s eat together. I am not ready to deal with this without food in my stomach.”

Hopping down from the counter, you see the twin brothers glaring at each other.

“Samu, Tsumu, stop it. I mean it.” You threaten them.

The ravenette snaps out of it, looking a little bit scared at your scowling face.

Atsumu claims the small victory in his head of the stare off and almost starts drooling at the sight of the food at the table.

Calming down, the three of you sit down and enjoy the food.

“Itadakimasu.” The three of you say in sync, digging in.

The Setter looks in bliss when he chows down the food, already in a lot better mood than last night.

“So, when are ya guys givin’ me nieces and nephews?” He asks with a teasing smirk.

Osamu starts to choke after that, with you shaking your head at Atsumu, padding your husband on the back and waiting for him to calm down.

Not even five minutes later, you hum as you clean the dishes, while ignoring your husband choking and fighting his brother over the comment over the table.

What can you say, if you marry one Miya brother, you’re automatically married to the second one.

@rukia-uchiha-98 @nerd-of-karasuno @wake-uptoreality @darthferbert

[w-a-t-e-r-m-e-l-o-n-e]

haikyuu confessing over text pt. 3

featuring: ushijima wakatoshi, Iwaizumi hajime, miya osamu, and hinata shoyo

warnings: none, fluffy, sfw

haikyuu x g/n reader

a/n: idk what is up with me and making all of them confused in this series but it’s hilarious to me

masterlist

haikyuu confessing over text pt. 1

haikyuu confessing over text pt. 2

thank you for reading <3

[lunamochii]

'thighs or biceps?!' osamu miya x f!reader

cw; slightly suggestive

"Did ya remember when Atsumu's wife, back in our highschool days, said that she likes his thighs?"

You swallowed the fries you were chewing and pause the movie that you are watching. Turning your attention to your boyfriend, who's sitting idly and scrolling through his phone

"What about it Osamu?" You question and he puts down his phone and reach for your face, craddling it with his hand "Well.... what about you? Which do you like my biceps or thighs?"

You swear that you could have pass out just by laughing non-stop at what he said, your boyfriend groans and look away

"Gosh! Never have I ever dreamt of you saying that!"

"It's okay if you won't answer! Geez..."

His sulking base on how he puff his cheeks, arms cross infront of his chest. You giggled one last time before snaking your one arm behind him and the other caressing his biceps

"Haven't I made it obvious?" You said when leaning in closer to his ears, you notice how it got red right away

"M-my biceps?" Osamu couldn't believe himself stuttering just by feeling your hand squeezing his side and caressing his arms

"Hmmm~ wrong."

You smiled and move away from his side, getting down on your knees and positioning yourself in between his legs. You start to caress thighs and smirks. His wearing shorts, perfect, you thought. Slowly, you lift one side of his short and starts to ghost your lips over the skin of his thighs.

"Babe.."

"Hm?"

"Thighs?"

Osamu nearly lost it when you lick his thighs and let your tongue travel upwards. He let out a groan when he felt you bite softly on the fat of his thighs.

"So you like my thighs?" He manages to complete his sentence but you only shook your head and comes up again "Wrong again, babe!" You giggle and leaves a open-mouthed kisses on his neck, earning a soft moan from him.

You took his hand that he was using to hold your waist, moving away from his neck. You rolled up the sleeve of his top and kisses his biceps. Osamu can tell that he has become a blushing mess, god, he can feel his cock throbbing.

"Fuck.."

He moans when he felt your teeth sink on the skin of his arms, you left a bunch of bite marks before kissing it one by one.

"Figured it out yet?" You ask and sat on his lap. Osamu looks at you and grin, he leans in and kisses your lips which you happily return his hot kiss.

"My thighs and biceps huh"

You smiled sheepishly and throw your hands at the back of his neck. It's safe to say that you two ended up in your shared bed, with Osamu whimpering everytime you leave a bite mark on his thighs or biceps. You were practically worshipping him and he loves it. Maybe he discovered a new kink that night, the sight of you rubbing his already cum covered cock and you biting his thighs, just turns him on so much.

••••••

bonus part.☆

"Miya-san aren't you hot?"

One of his workers asks and certainly he is feeling hot but he can't just expose his bite mark covered arms can he, now? Wouldn't want his workers or customers looking at him weirdly.

"Nah, m'fine."

He smiles and continue serving the customers but one customer did notice on why his wearing long sleeves shirt today.

"You freakshow."

"Shut up, Tsumu."

[satorisoup]

#HAIKYUU AS RANDOM TEXTS (MULTIPLE CHARACTER)

#A/N : i have writers block so here take this.

#WARNINGS : cursing.

all photos found on pinterest! (characters are gray)

IWAIZUMI. semi.

KENMA. kunimi.

KUROO. suna.

BOKUTO. lev.

ATSUMU. tanaka. tendou.

[torhues]

osamu miya.

"what do you think is the right way to ask someone out?" osamu's sudden question draws out your attention from your english assignment.

you take a moment to think, and while he thinks you're sorting out the most appropriate answers to his question, you're lost looking the answer to just one question that's plaguing your mind : should you tell him, or not?

"uh, who is it for?" you settle with the conclusion that he's asking that question out of curiosity. after all, you both are at an age where romance gradually becomes an integral parts of almost everyone's life.

out of all the years that you've known osamu— which is for around seven years for now— there has been only one time when you've seen him pursuing someone, and that was your best friend in middle school; and like the good friend you were, you helped the two of them confess to each other. you would walk to school and back, watching them holding hands, make plans without you because they were dating and it was understandable. you didn't mind, not at all, for you weren't in love with him at that point.

looking back now, you wonder if things would've turned out different if you hadn't helped your friend, or if you had realised your feelings a bit earlier. back then, you found it amusing to watch two people in love act like idiots, not knowing it'd all come back to you with a much larger impact.

"someone i like," he replies in his classic monotonous voice, as if he couldn't care less about not telling you who he has a crush on. it's exactly how it was back in middle school. had it not been for your friend, you wouldn't have known she was the one osamu had been planning to ask out all along. "goes to the same university as us, might even be in your biochem class,"

and your mind traces over the image of every single person in your class, crossing out the names that don't seem to fit osamu's taste in romantic partners. it's not the first time you're doing this. in fact, you've gotten used to figuring out whether he would be interested in someone just by looking at them. it's something you've learnt as you got better at hiding your feelings.

you've known him long enough to know who he might date yet still, couldn't bring yourself to believe that you could possibly have a chance with him.

"well, i can't tell you if i don't know the person," something about you makes osamu believe that you're a cupid. you're good at reading people, welcoming, albeit not so good at reaching out to strangers, but you are likeable, more than likeable, actually.

he has seen you set people up, including himself, and excluding yourself. the reason why you're not interested in pursuing someone anymore is beyond his comprehension. you have your fair share of knowledge about relationships, have dated a couple of guys before giving up altogether. it's not like your relationships didn't work, but it always seemed as if you were better off without them.

even while dating, it looks like your eyes are looking for someone else while being in someone's arms.

he sighs, putting down his phone. "just tell me what you like, people aren't much different after all,"

"uh, well, i hate public confessions and people who confess through calls and texts," which stands true for most the people out there. public confessions are more of a show off and confessing through texts is just, not enough. "also, i like to stay at home or be at some cafe so like, arcades, amusement parks and places like those aren't up to my liking either,"

you notice the smile on his face, along with the dreamy eyes and make him look prettier than he already is. frankly, the idea of osamu doing everything you like to ask someone else out hurts more than it should. you're probably not the only persons with those likes and dislikes. you know you should be happy for him and the person he likes because in the end, osamu is everything you, or anyone, could ask for.

"what about flowers? lilacs?" he asks, getting back to his phone.

"what are you doing, congratulating someone on their graduation?" his lips instantly curve into a frown, and you know in his head, he's snickering about how he is not the best when it comes to picking flowers, and that you shouldn't make fun of him for this. "i'd say tulips, they're a better gifts for first dates and confessions,"

one day, back in first year of university, osamu asked you why you don't seek relationships anymore. thinking about it now, you never gave him an absolute answer.

on some days, the answer would be academics, other days, it would be sadness looming over your shoulders after watching your ex with someone else. sometimes, you would excuse it by saying it's a waste of time and when asked when you're drunk, you'd say it's because you already have someone in mind, someone who can't be yours, no matter how much you try.

on some days, you wonder if osamu ever thinks about all the answers, or excuses, you gave to his question. there are times when the worlds makes compels you to believe that osamu likes you back, but then you realise that if he did, he wouldn't have asked out others all this time. you did drop hints regarding your feelings for him, and he failed to catch on for he for too busy looking at everyone except you.

"i wonder why you don't date anymore," the question arises again, flooding all the memories back into your head.

"i did have someone i liked, but he likes someone else," and you realise you can't lie to him anymore. "so, i gave up," osamu finds it amusing how you say those words with a smile, and he finds it despairing knowing that now, you've simply learnt to live with pain while pretending to be okay.

he shoots you a comforting smile, "i hope that wouldn't be the case for me,"

"me too," and you smile back.

he gets off your bed, picking up his jacket while offering soft apologies for the state your bed is in because of him. sometimes, you feel like there should be a warning for everyone who dates him : caution, this man doesn't know how to keep the bed clean. there are nights when you go to sleep thinking about how you're probably the only one who can keep up with this habit of his, and then wake up realising that it wasn't a problem to anyone it now so, it wouldn't be in future either.

it's like oscillating between the possibility and impossibility of him and you, caressing your little heart with false hope.

"ah, what should i say while confessing?" he shoots another question, making you snicker in annoyance.

"c'mon 'samu, you're not asking someone out for the first time,"

"just tell me,"

and you allow yourself to get lost in thoughts again. for a brief second, you consider telling him to not confess. the reason? your feelings, but again, you and him aren't meant to be together in the first place. it's just like how the saying goes— cupids must not fall in love— and you did the forbidden, knowing it would hurt you ten folds more every time you tie his threads with someone that's not you.

"i don't know, just give the flowers and ask if they'd like to go out with you or something," he chimes a faint thank you before leaving your room, and then your apartment. this time, you don't walk up to the door to see him off, neither do you wish him good luck, and surprisingly, osamu doesn't seem to notice your minute absence either.

it's fine, you tell yourself, one of you has to start getting accustomed to the other's absence. while the process has already begun for you, you hope osamu gets used to it as well. you need him to stop reaching you out for relationship advices because you don't know how long you can compose yourself before shattering once again. you try to distract yourself with essays due next month or even further, reading chapters that haven't been taught in class, reading research papers; just anything that can keep your mind off osamu.

you don't want to think about him, or what he's doing. maybe, he's buying the flowers, making preparations or calling his crush and asking them to meet him at their favourite place. even better if his crush confessed while he has been preparing a proposal of his own, it would be cinematic. you don't want to think about him at all, but the more you try, the deeper he engraves inside your mind.

the evening rolls by with you still sitting at your study desk with a bunch of papers lying around a not one complete work. there are rain splatters on your windows and you hope the off-season showers haven't ruined his confession. you can't wish for the other person to like him back, so you just wish for his happiness; whatever makes him happy, even if it means pushing him away.

and when you manage to drag yourself to the kitchen to grab something to eat and make yourself feel better, the sound of your doorbell hits your ears. the rain hits harder, you muster up the energy to walk up to the door.

there's osamu standing with a love sick smile and slightly wet hair, along with rain splatters on his shirt, and the bouquet of tulips in his hand. "will you go out with me?"

[meleth03]

Atsumu: Beside me, who’s the most attractive person ya know?

Kiyoomi: Are you going to get mad?

Atsumu: Of course not!

Kiyoomi: Alright… Osamu, then

[later]

Osamu: Hey Tsumu

Atsumu: Hello, homewrecker