#timeskip atsumu

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Expecting Life with their pregnant partner

Featuring Toru Oikawa, Atsumu Miya and

Daichi Sawamura

Toru Oikawa x pregnant GN! Reader; Atsumu Miya x pregnant GN! Reader; Daichi Sawamura x pregnant GN! Reader

Warnings: fluff, reader being a tiny bit reckless

A/N: i really loved the Aizawa, Fatgum and Hawks version so I decided to expand it 😩 also thanks to @kingdaddydaichi for my current thighchi infatuation 🥲

Oikawa

“Hey love I’m home- oh my god YN are you ok?” Toru shouts as you look up from your positioned perched on the floor. He’s frantically throwing his bag to the ground while simultaneously trying to remove his shoes.

“Toru, calm down in fine!” You shout as your husband practically trips over his own feet trying to get to you as you sit on the floor. His hand goes to his chest when he sees what your doing, trying to calm himself and taking a seat on the couch.

“YN you nearly gave me a heart attack! Why are you painting your nails on the floor? I told you to go to the nail salon!” He scolded as you rolled your eyes and put the cap back on the polish.

“Toru, I have 5 weeks before my due date. I want to time my trips to get my nails done perfectly with my due date. I want to look nice when the baby gets here,” you pout as Toru shakes his head, rest his elbows on his knees.

“Love i’d pay for someone to come to the hospital to do you nails if it meant that much to you but you shouldn’t be getting on the floor like that when I’m not around,” he scolds as you glare back at him.

“I’ll have you know I’m perfectly capable of doing this on my own Toru!” You say, crossing your arms and turning your nose up at your husband.

“You want me to tell Iwa-Chan what you’ve been up too?” He says with a smirk as you neck snaps back, eyes widening

“You wouldn’t DARE!” You say and Toru takes out his phone.

“Say cheese darling,” he says before snapping a picture and showing it to you.

“Toru that’s not funny! Iwa will kick my butt if he finds out!” You whine.

“Then promise me this is the last time you’ll do this!” He says as he threatens to press send to his best friend.

You roll your eyes, resigning yourself the the fact that you have lost and nod in agreement.

“That wasn’t so hard now was it love,” Toru says before helping you off the ground, kissing your forehead lovingly.

Atsumu

Atsumu ran up the 3 flights of stairs to your shared apartment, not bothering to wait the extra few minutes for the elevator. When he received the phone call from Osamu saying, “don’t panic but Yn got hurt” every single thought flowed through this brain as he raced home to be with you.

“I’m here!! Where is Yn?” He said, slamming the door open as both you and Osamu jumped slightly at your husbands sudden entrance.

“Samu you freaking snitch!” You growled as Osamu rolled his eyes, moving out of the way as your husband closed in on you, examining you up and down for injuries, his vision landing on a towel in your hand.

“What the hell happened?” He shouted as you shushed him.

“Babe calm down! I’m fine, I literally just cut my finger while I was chopping up fruit it’s no big deal,” you said, as your husbands eyes landed on your hand.

“How deep is it? Do we need to take you the hospital? How much blood have you lost? Are you having any contractions? Is your waters broken?” Atsumu rattled out phrase after phrase as you just watched his panic stricken face.

“Sumu calm down would ya?!? It’s just a cut, nothing too deep or bad. Everything’s fine,” Osamu said as Atsumu’s head snapped to him.

“Then why did ya tell me?” He shouted back.

“I told ya not to panic ya idiot! I had it handled but I wanted you to know!” He said as he returned to your kitchen, putting away the onigiri he had brought you.

“YN why didn’t you just let Samu cut up your fruit baby? Ya knew he was comin!” Atsumu scolded as you frowned

“I can cut up fruit Sumu, I’m pregnant not helpless!” You said in return as Atsumu sighed.

“I know you’re not babe but please, I worry about ya being home when I’m at practice especially since I’m away from my phone. That’s why Samu comes to check on you. Please just promise me you’ll wait until I get home or Samu comes?” He begs as your instantly soften.

“Ok Sumu I promise,” you smile as your husband leans in, kissing your forehead.

“Gross get a room!” Osamu groans from the kitchen as Atsumu glares back at him.

“Why don’t cha get yourself a partner then it wouldn’t be so gross!” Your husband argues back.

You just sit there and sigh, resigning yourself to the fact that this, was in fact, your wonderful life.

Daichi

“Ummm- YN?” Your husband says as you studdenly bolt up, smacking your head on beam atop your attic.

“Ouch- crap, oh hey darling! How was work?” You say continuing to shift through boxes, your large belly serving as a stand as you move boxes from one location to another.

“It was fine, hey question- what the heck are you doing?” Your husband says, now standing on the top stair of the attic, as you finally find the box you were looking for.

“There it is!” You shout as you bring the box to your still very confused husband, “it’s the box of holiday decorations!”

Daichi gawked at you as you shifted your eyes from left to right, waiting for a response from your husband.

“YN it’s literally June, what do we need holiday decorations for?” He asks as you shrug.

“Well I was in the babies room and I was thinking about where to put the rocking chair. And then I got to thinking about how I’m to be rocking our baby to sleep in only a couple of months,” you said as Daichi tried to follow your logic.

“Ok babe but that still a few months away and we have yet to get to why you have holiday decorations out six months ahead of time?” He again questions.

“Well the baby is due in October and the last thing I’ll probably want to be doing is decorating for the holidays with a newborn. So I figured I’d decorate now and leave them up until next year,” you cheer, excited about your grand idea.

Daichi’s eyes widen as he tries to hold back a laugh, “ok babe well I’ll be around to help you in a few months so let’s just leave the decorations for now. And let’s not talk about how you shouldn’t even be up here. This attic is old and musty and what if you fell or something!”

You just roll your eyes and hand your husband the box, “your such a dad you know that! No wonder they called you ‘dadchi’ in high school.”

“No they didn’t Yn!” He protested

“Well not to your face love,” you laughed, heading down the stairs as you leave, your husband standing confused.

[capricornlevi]

blowin' off steam

wc 3.4k - timeskip!atsumu miya x f!reader - college au - strangers to roommates to lovers - friends with benefits - possessive!atsumu - v nsfw, mdni

“Y’know … ya can't keep usin’ me as a way to blow off steam after a bad date.”

Atsumu’s words are emphasised when you feel the nip of his teeth against your lower lip, biting down just enough for you to feel the slightest sting. 

Your roommate is many things, but subtle isn’t one of them. 

The gesture makes you laugh, the sound all breathless and hazy as you fumble with shaky fingers to undo the back of your dress. With Atsumu’s shirt and joggers already tossed on the couch, you’re lagging considerably behind – though not for lack of enthusiasm. 

Dipping his head in to kiss you again, you feel his strong hands reach up to assist your efforts to undress; before you have time to catch your breath, the red fabric falls to the floor to be swiftly kicked aside, landing in an untidy pile by the TV. 

You moan in a voice that doesn’t even sound like your own. You paw at his bare chest with a confidence that seems alien to you, the desperation feeling like a force you can’t control. 

And, truth be told, you’re not even sure how this routine developed. 

Of course, you remember when he moved in last year, arriving at your door all sweaty and panting having come straight from volleyball practice to collect his key. You handed it to him wordlessly, eyes scanning over his muscular frame with a curious but sceptical outlook on what your shared living situation would be like. 

You’d met Atsumu just once before then, at a party hosted by a mutual friend – the brother of your former roommate whose lease he ended up taking over – and you found him to be … fine. Pleasant enough. Saeko seemed to get along well with him. 

Though he was more than a little hyperfocused on his own athletic achievements, having launched into the conversation expecting you to have a thorough understanding of college volleyball. You had, at best, an entry-level grasp on the sport. 

When the conversation inevitably started to lag, you had contemplated kissing him to break the awkward silence. 

It was late, you were tipsy, and he was hot. It seemed like as good a way as any to change the topic.

But he was whisked away by his drunken teammates before you had the chance, with them eager to show off their captain to anyone who would listen. 

That’s the last you saw of him. 

You were content on leaving things there, until your dear friend Saeko informed you that a friend of her brother’s wanted to move in when she graduated. 

Atsumu Miya, she’d exclaimed, holding up the line in your favourite cafe as she talked, remember him?

He’d be the perfect candidate, she informed you in her usual exuberant manner, if you could overlook all the college athlete stuff, you’d get along great. He wouldn’t care about the broken ceiling light in the hallway or the next-door neighbour with four overly-zealous pet parakeets. 

Not to mention all the parties he’d be able to get you into …

“Swear, he’s really not that bad,” Saeko chirped in between sips of her triple-shot americano, “Ryu told me he’s the only one who knows how to clean up after himself. And he’s in final year too, so you have that in common!”

Turns out, that’s the only thing you had in common.

It was a tense first couple of weeks. The two of you made polite conversation when in the kitchen at the same time, nodded in each other’s direction when passing by on campus, and even went out grocery shopping together a few times. He was a fine person to live with. He didn’t make that much of a mess and kept noise to a minimum. 

However, the roommate bonding did not come naturally at all. It was awkward to the point where mealtimes grew unbearable, a constant barrier of silence hovering between the two of you, a reminder of how different you both were, how you live two distinct lives with no common threads.

That uneasy pattern continued until one night when you arrived home in the early evening, less than two hours into a Tinder date, a date you had been looking forward to for weeks. 

You had brought it up to Atsumu in the context of polite but extremely stilted small-talk over cereal that morning, so he wasn’t expecting you home for several hours – if at all. You likely startled him because of this, his head snapping in your direction when he heard your key turn in the apartment door, sitting up suddenly from where he’d been laying down on the couch.

He flinched when you closed the door behind you a bit too forcefully.

“... everythin’ okay?” he asked slowly, hesitantly, unsure as to how badly the night had gone, and even more unsure as to whether he should ask about it. 

You sighed and tipped your head back, eyes screwed shut with frustration – none of which was directed towards Atsumu, who just had the misfortune of being the first person you saw after Tinder Boy left the bar to take a call from his ex. 

“Bad date, is all,” you mumbled, hanging your jacket on the hook by the door, trying your best to keep your temper on a tight leash. The last thing you wanted was to snap at Atsumu and turn your awkward living situation into a tense one. 

“How bad?”

It’s nice that he cared, you supposed. Even if he was only asking out of courtesy. 

Kicking off your heels before collapsing down on the couch next to Atsumu, you rubbed your tired eyes with the back of your hand, swearing under your breath when you remembered you were wearing mascara.

“Still in love with his ex of four years-level bad,” you answered despairingly, wiping at the mascara stain with your thumb. You were too exhausted to come up with a polite and watered-down version of events – may as well vent to someone, right? “They broke up before we started talking but got back together – without me knowing, obviously – and then she dumped him when she saw my messages this morning. He started crying before we even got the second round of drinks.”

A beat of silence passed, and for a moment you worried that you overshared to this practical stranger who just shares your communal living space. 

“Well … that is a bad date,” Atsumu replied, and the earnestness with which he delivered it made you chuckle.

The chuckle turned to a laugh when Atsumu tried and failed to say something else, clearly lost for words at how to console someone in your situation, the cogs in his head turning over and over. 

“Who is this guy, anyway?” he eventually settled on asking, his bright eyes fixed on your face for signs of discomfort. Seeing none, the corners of his mouth quirk upwards for a split second.

“The captain of the soccer team,” you mumbled in a quiet, defeated tone, already wanting to forget he ever existed. You had deleted his number before even getting in your taxi home. 

At that, Atsumu barked out a laugh that shocked you out of your self-pitying stupor.

“What?” you asked defensively. 

“Holy shit … him? I coulda told you he was a waste!” he grinned, shaking his head as he spoke. “You shoulda told me before goin’ out with him – guy’s known for pullin’ shit like that. A complete mess.”

You groaned, being met with another chuckle from your half-pitying, half-amused roommate. If you were in any other frame of mind, you could have stopped to appreciate how easy the conversation was, particularly in contrast to the ones you’ve shared before. 

Even though the humour was technically at your own expense.

“Couldn’t you just give me a blanket warning about student athletes?”

He clutched his chest with mock offence. “Don’t you dare group us all with him. He’s the worst of us, promise.”

Rolling out your shoulder to release some of your stress, you noticed the strap of your dress has fallen down a bit. You fixed it absent-mindedly, paying no attention to the path Atsumu’s eyes were following.

“I’ll take your word for it,” you said light-heartedly. 

“Appreciate it.”

A beat of silence passed, though it’s not nearly comparable to the ones you’ve shared before. This was nice, comfortable, natural. 

It made you want to keep talking to him. 

“I spent two hours getting ready for this, y’know?” you lamented through bittersweet laughter, finally starting to appreciate the humour of the situation. “Picked out a nice dress, painted my nails. I even shaved every -- nevermind.”

Your face heated the moment the words left your mouth, conscious of how much you just revealed. Things between the two of you were going from nice to comfortable to potentially too comfortable, and you felt you needed to dial it back before scaring him off. 

Oh, you really hoped you hadn’t made things weird, or potentially wrecked the only bonding moment you’ve had since moving in.

But Atsumu didn’t seem too bothered by it. 

Instead, he just stood up from the couch, walked wordlessly over to the door and shrugged on his own jacket, using his hands to style his messy hair into something more deliberately messy. 

“What are you doing?” you asked, perplexed. He hadn’t mentioned anything about having plans that night, and it seemed a peculiar point in the conversation to just up and leave. 

He turned to face you again, shooting you that blinding grin you hadn’t appreciated since that first time you met. 

“Wanna go out for a drink instead?” 

— 

You woke up the following morning in a bed that didn’t feel like your own.

Strange, you thought to yourself as you buried your head into the pillow, you fully remember getting home last night - you only had two drinks the whole time you were with Atsumu - and you don’t remember talking to anyone else.

Once the tiredness wore off and you finally opened your eyes, you sat up in bed with a start and a gasp.

“Mornin’,” Atsumu yawned from right beside you, bleach-blonde hair once again ruffled from sleep. He lifted his arms to stretch, shifting the covers in a way that showed –

Yep, still naked. Both of you.

“Holy shit,” you hissed under your breath, tucking the covers back over your chest. 

“Language,” he scolded, amusement leaching into every syllable. He propped himself up on his elbow, biceps tensing in a way you pretend you couldn’t see, and he just looked at you, casually observing the state of shock you were sinking into. 

He did not seem to grasp the gravity of the situation whatsoever. 

“We slept together, Atsumu!”

Your statement was a little redundant, you know that, but you felt as though the words needed to be spoken aloud in order for them to actually feel real.

Atsumu just nodded plainly, eyes twinkling as he took in your reaction. He didn’t seem rejected or dismayed, just … entertained. Curious. Like he was watching a rerun of one of his old favourite volleyball matches.

“Yes, we did.”

“You don’t – people don’t sleep with their roommates!” you blurted out, gesticulating in a way that verged on the overdramatic. Your heart pounded in your chest, and whether it was from embarrassment, adrenaline, something else, you weren’t sure. 

He tilted his head to the side, puzzled. “Why not?”

You refused to answer his question; instead, you slid out of his bed, searching frantically for your clothes. 

“That can’t … we can’t … we need to pretend that never happened,” you muttered, giving up on your search for your dress and grabbing one of Atsumu’s sweatshirts from his closet, draping it over yourself.

“Sure,” he drawled, entirely pleased at the image before him. 

Through it all, you managed to roll your eyes.

“Atsumu,” you hissed, hurriedly grabbing your underwear from where you spotted it on the floor, “I mean it.”

“Okay,” he drawled as you let the door shut behind you, with an assuredness you didn’t understand at the time.

Your next Tinder date was three weeks later, and it didn’t take long for you to figure out Atsumu’s sudden confidence.

You didn’t intend on it becoming a pattern. Really, you didn’t. 

But whenever you went on a shitty date – and knowing college boys, that happened fairly often – it was always so refreshing to know you had someone as charming as Atsumu waiting at home for you. 

Atsumu, who knew what he was doing when it came to sex.

Atsumu, who you had developed so much trust for these past few months.

Atsumu, who you could rely on. Who you got along with.  

Sometimes you’d only spend a few minutes talking to a new guy before making up your mind that you’d be spending the night in your roommate’s bedroom.

And tonight is no different.

Anticipation flowing through your veins, you feel your shoulders land against the soft couch cushions as Atsumu lowers you down, his hand somehow supporting your back and unhooking your bra at the same time. 

He joins you on the couch, his giant frame wrapping around you as he presses kisses to every inch of skin he can. 

“So, how bad was that date?” he asks diplomatically, politely, as if you can’t feel the hardness pressed against your stomach. 

Your face burns under Atsumu’s careful attentions, mind already hazy. “I don’t wanna talk about him right now.”

Atsumu peers up from where he was kissing at the swell of your breasts, his eyes sharp and focused, a glint in them that you recognise as he starts to dip his head lower and lower. 

“Good,” he mumbles, his lips on your ribcage, stomach, leaving trails of goosebumps until he’s on his knees on the floor. “I don’t really wanna hear ya talk about him either.”

You groan as Atsumu’s fingers trail along the band of your underwear, tugging milimeter by milimeter. You cant your hips up to allow him access. 

“Wonder how he’d feel if he knew?” he ponders quietly, slipping the delicate fabric down your legs to be tossed to the side like the rest of your clothes.

“Hm?” you ask, distracted by the contrasting sensations of the cool air and Atsumu’s warm breath against your skin.

“I said,” Atsumu repeats carefully, using the tip of his tongue to trace a path along the inside of your thighs. “I wonder how he’d feel? Your date - knowin’ I get to taste ya tonight when he can’t?”

“Atsumu,” you choke out, the sound emerging as a pitiful mewl. Your hands bunch into fists at your sides, so tightly wound your knuckles start to ache. 

He’s at the divot between your legs now, kissing and licking everywhere except where you so desperately need him, everywhere except the place that’s been throbbing for him since you started getting ready for this date. 

“Yeah?” he says casually, with the confidence of someone who has you on a knife’s edge, someone who knows your body well enough now that he can tease and taste and draw things out to his heart’s contest. 

You gasp, chest rising and falling erratically, sweat beading on your forehead as you writhe underneath him. 

“P–please.”

Taking pity, he finally presses his tongue flat against you, tasting what’s been making his mouth water for months now. 

You can feel him grin as he starts to suck on your swollen clit. 

Your spine jackknifes off the couch almost immediately, the heat of Atsumu’s mouth and his talented tongue proving to be too much at once. 

But you don’t ask him to stop. If anything, you spur him on, fingers twisting into his soft hair and crying out his name as if you hadn’t already received three noise complaints this month alone. 

“‘Tsumu–” you gasp, hips bucking up against his mouth. “Don’t stop, please, ‘Tsumu, please …”

Atsumu hums, the vibrations resonating against your already-sensitive folds; he did it because he knows it makes you shiver against him, and he succeeds at doing so. 

Every flick of his tongue, every careful switch in pressure, it all compounds in a swell of heat that gathers low and steady in your core. 

Two fingers press at your entrance and are met with no resistance, slipping inside and almost instantly hitting that spot that only Atsumu ever seems to reach. Every cell in your body feels ignited, buzzing with energy and tension ready to snap like a rubber band. 

He’s so good at this. Talented with every part of his body – and he always gets you off first, making sure you’ve come on his hands or his tongue before he even thinks about fucking you. 

But that alone isn’t why you keep coming back to him after every date. 

The sex is great, obviously, but there’s something about the way he handles you, a gentle possessiveness that stays with you long after you go back to your own room the following morning, an unspoken tenderness you can’t quite place.

He touches you like he’s in awe every single time.

Before you can think any further, he has his lips wrapped around your clit again and sucks, sucks until your vision goes white, until you’re about to –

“‘Tsumu I’m gonna come I’m gonna come–”

And you burn up underneath him, oblivious to anything else in the world but the feeling of his fingers pressing inside you, how he licks you through it under the waves subside.

Once your legs are steady enough to support you, he has you flipped around so your elbows are resting on the couch cushions, your hips propped upwards, eager to feel him inside you.

You feel his hands on your ass, spreading you open with unintelligible but undoubtedly praising murmurs, admiring his work.

Then, you feel the length of his cock press against you – not inside, but against your soaking flesh, circling slowly  – as he sees how easily you’d take him, how you just suck him in, how you’re subconsciously backing up against him in order to get more friction. 

It’s only when you’re on the verge of sobbing that he sinks inside to the hilt, hissing out a groan through his teeth as he feels you wrap around him so tightly. 

If you wanted to, you could tell him that you spent the whole date tonight thinking about this, but he already knows that – you’d said something to that effect in a fucked-out haze about five or so dates ago. 

Or you could tell him that nobody’s as good as him, but he’s (acutely) aware of that, too. You’re more than fond of the man at this point and you don’t mind padding his ego, but you can think of more creative ways to get him going. 

So you deepen the arch of your back, spreading your legs wider for him to fuck into you, your fingers aching once again from how you’re gripping the couch for leverage. 

He groans, the sound all low and drawn out, biting down on his lower lip to stifle it. 

“Ya drive me crazy, y’know that?”

You smirk against the couch cushion. “I know.”

“B- but I told ya earlier,” he continues, his breathing heavy and unsteady. “I – we can’t keep doin’ it like this, after your dates.”

That takes you by surprise. You thought it was just a throwaway line, that it didn’t mean anything.

Does he want to stop hooking up?

“Why?” you ask, keeping your question to just one word so as to not give your panic away in your voice. 

“Because,” he mutters, “Cos what if ya meet someone ya really like on one of those dates?” 

The idea alone bothers him enough that he speeds up his thrusts, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass echoing around the living room. 

Amidst the overwhelming sensation, you just about manage to articulate a response. 

“What if I already have?”

He slows, hips still moving in and out but at about half the speed they were just moments before, and you feel one of his giant hands grip your hip for leverage.

As always, it’s firm but careful. Tender, even. 

“You mean that?” he asks, thumb tracing soft circles at your hipbone.

You turn your head slightly, peering up at him over your shoulder. You smile with the full knowledge he knows the answer already, he just needs you to confirm it.

“Yeah,” you say with sincerity. 

“So no more dates?” he asks, starting to fuck you in earnest again. 

You laugh breathlessly, hazily. “No more dates.”

[verslxt]

thinking about dilf!atsumu who happily introduces you to the paparazzi event though you were supposed to be a one night stand

thinking about dilf!atsumu who stuck with you throughout the whole birthing process of his daughter

thinking about dilf!atsumu who catches you breastfeeding his daughter and his first thought is "nice tits"

thinking about dilf!atsumu who made his poor sweet innocent daughter listen to the music that she was conceived to

thinking about dilf!atsumu who comes back from volleyball and his first thought when he walks in the house "wheres my baby"

thinking about dilf!atsumu who loves to call you a milf when he sees you doing everyday motherly tasks

thinking about dilf!atsumu who has everyone on the team meet his sweet 2 month old daughter who instantly cried when she got placed in sakusa's arms

thinking about dilf!atsumu who got oh so happy when you got the stitches out your coochie

thinking about dilf!atsumu who now has a daddy kink due to having a kid

thinking about dilf!atsumu who made is daughter a stay, engene and swifty at only 6 months old

thinking about dilf!atsumu who loves when you bring his daughter to games so that his fan girls could see he had a 10/10 fiancee and a 15/10 daughter

thinking about dilf!atsumu who will fuck your pussy senseless just so that you two can have another kid

"oh yea there we go" he smirks

"you love calling me daddy don't you pretty girl"

thinking about dilf!atsumu who calls you mommy every time you top him

"ahhh~ mommy! mommy!"

[kitashousewife]

New Opportunities

a/n: hi!! this is part 2 to the atsumu fic Press Conference that i wrote a few days ago! i hope you guys like it! part 1

tags: @malxoxo @oikawas-toris @dai-tsukki-desu @my-idea-was-stolen @chims-kookies

pairing: timeskip!atsumu x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, fluff, lowercase intentional

atsumu had never been more embarrassed. that was one of the first times that he wanted to leave a press conference as soon as possible. along with his stupid mistake, your small smile and cute laugh are stuck in his brain, playing on a loop the entire drive home.

after tossing his jersey and other game clothes into the hamper, atsumu decides to check his phone. yep. as expected, his notifications are abundant as he is being posted, reposted, tagged, and commented on just about every social media platform. he throws his head back and groans, long and drawn out, as he tosses his phone on his bed.

as the phone bounces, once, twice, and almost on the floor, atsumu gets a call from his manager. even better. atsumu ignores it, and texts him letting him know that he is really not in the mood.

turning on the shower, atsumu's phone dings with a message from his manager. that was quick, this must be bad.

you are EVERYWHERE, mr. miya. and that's not a bad thing. maybe in the future though, we remember that the mics are always on and yes, they can pick up whispers. get some rest and we will see you tomorrow.

atsumu looks at himself in the mirror. placing his palms on the counter, he looks down at the red marks on his forearms from the match, then back up to his face. well, at least i'm trending for good reasons, right?

almost like he was communicating with himself, atsumu's eyes light up in the mirror and his heart races as he gets a great idea. the best. the best idea he has had in years.

do you know the journalists name by chance?

hitting reply, he jumps in the shower. washing down the drain, along with the sudsy water, is the embarrassment he felt earlier. instead of the shame he feels every time his phone alerts him that he has been reposted, yet again, he is giddy. the chance to talk to you is just about here. as he steps out of the shower and dries off, he gets a text back from his manager, you name included. the question asking why he needed it goes right over atsumu's head as he searches your name on instagram.

he finds you. he knows it's you from the colorful array of photos that make up your profile. travel photos, pictures of food, and different photos of your smiling face shine onto his in the dark of his room. feeling bold, he decides to message you.

atsumu.miya: you're the reporter from tonight, yeah?

-

you stare at the phone. what do i say? hiding in your covers as if he could see you, you finally reply.

y/n: yeah, that was me!

you quickly change out of the app and try and find anything else to distract yourself. your heart is racing. is this that big of a deal? all kinds of thoughts start floating through your head. what does he want? is he messaging me because-

atsumu.miya: well hey 😄 i am sorry about tonight. i hope i didn't ruin your article or anything

you smile at that.

y/n: you didn't at all. actually, with the attention the video has gotten, this may be better for me 😉

immediately you cringe. the wink face? come on. hoping he doesn't ghost you after that, you decide to grab some water. it's already past 1 am, and you aren't going to be sleeping anytime soon.

atsumu is wrapped up in covers like a cocoon, only thing visible is his face glowing from the light of his phone. grinning ear to ear, he laughs out loud. she's too cute. trying to come up with the most clever response, he is pleasantly surprised when you text again.

y/n: anyway, i'm sorry for all of the mess this caused. i hope that nothing bad happened to you because of this!

atsumu smiles wider, if possible.

atsumu.miya: don't apologize pretty, you've done nothing wrong ❤️

atsumu.miya: you are beautiful, by the way. i meant what i said into the mic earlier. but, i have a practice tomorrow so i need to sleep. i gotta prepare myself for the jokes 😉

the last sip of your water gets stuck halfway down your throat at the message. having experienced his compliment in real life, reading the message was like replaying it once more. pink dusts your cheeks as you try to sleep. tomorrow is a new day. sunday, a day to rest, a day to relax. before falling asleep, you decide to be a little bold and respond.

y/n: i hope it isn't too bad ☹️ goodnight, i hope to talk to you tomorrow!

-

a pale dusting of light covers your eyelids. slowly opening them, you sit up in bed and stretch. walking into your kitchen to get something to eat, last night's events barge into your head like a semi truck. quickly snatching up your phone, you check for any messages.

an email from your boss, already excited beyond belief that you have provided such exposure for the company, texts from family about seeing you in videos and posts, and one from none other than:

atsumu.miya: hi cutie, how is your day going?

atsumu.miya: oh, by the way, my teammates had nothing but good things to say, mostly about you, but i didn't get made fun of too bad 😏😉

your stomach flutters and you feel giddy. your heart warms at the fact that not only did he call you cute, he double texted. first message from 8:45 am, second from 10:26 am. plopping down on the couch, phone in hand. you start typing out responses, second guessing yourself, deleting it, starting over; you can’t decide what to say. after typing a response, instead of deleting it you hit send. no going back now.

y/n: well, i just woke up, but so far so good! and i’m glad you didn’t get harassed too much. anything i can do to make up for it? it’s a little bit my fault.

doubt washes over you immediately. what if he’s just being nice? not 20 seconds later do you get a message back.

atsumu.miya: you could give me your number so we don’t have to bother with this silly app. i’m getting tired of seeing myself look like an idiot every time i open instagram 😫 it’s the least you could do, really

your heart beats a little quicker. so he is interested. before you can talk yourself out of it, you send your number to atsumu and wait.

atsumu lays sprawled out on his bed, freshly showered and finally in something other than practice clothes. chewing on the drawstring of his hoodie, atsumu adds your name into his contacts. what should i put as her name? should i put an emoji? is that too much?

deciding on just your name, no emoji, atsumu hits save. fiddling his hoodie string with his tongue, atsumu grins as he stares at your contact page. unfortunately, his grin loosened the end of the drawstring, causing him to bite his own cheek. groaning in pain, atsumu grabs his phone and shuts his eyes. they snap open, however, when he realizes he hit the voice call option. hanging up quickly, eyes wide, atsumu drops the phone and pulls the strings right, shielding his face in embarrassment. it’s just one thing after another.

after changing your clothes, you grab your phone and see a notification. a missed call from a number you don’t have, plus a voicemail. curious, you listen to the voicemail. muffled sounds, a groan of some kind, followed by someone saying “oh fu-“ is the entirety of it. just as you are about to call back, you get a text from the same number that makes you laugh out loud.

hey it’s atsumu. im sorry for the call, i promise it was an accident. i haven’t been having much luck when it comes to technology lately ig 😔

hi atsumu, it’s okay!! don’t apologize, i don’t mind at all!

creating a contact of your own, you don’t realize you are grinning until your own face appears on the screen. your reflection looks back at you as you scrunch your eyebrows, only for them to shoot up when you notice what’s on the screen.

facetime from atsumu miya

[blueboxesstuff]

[gothicsuguru]

what if i just drop some atsumu with glasses fanart then what

[oniriquesoleil]

[english isn’t my native language so i hope what i wrote would be at least understandable. excuse me for major mistakes i may have made. like taylor swift once said: “at least i’m trying”. also i’ve never posted anything like this here before so i have no idea how to make it look decent. anyway hope you’ll enjoy it!]

library in your university is one of your favorite places (maybe in the whole world but you haven’t seen the abbey library of st. gall in st. gallen yet so it’s too soon to make such assumptions) where you feel the most comfortable. whispers of students gently merge with keyboard clattering, enormous bookshelves surround tables and announce to all gathered that they contain knowledge from past centuries to which by the way they were witnesses, the smell of coffee appears from thermoses and cups to go — you adore this place and come here almost every day just to feel the wave of unconditional love towards something great. more love to this place appears during your study sessions with your friend — akaashi (he studies english literature and writes horrifically good essays with references to japanese literature), osamu (he takes part-time job at the cafe nearby the campus and in the free time writes business plan to achieve his goal — open his own restaurant) and atsumu (he rarely appears in library mostly because he gets easily bored with you hissing at him and giving him glances but when he does appear he taps loudly on the keyboard frantically writing essays which you check later). during these study sessions you share your thoughts on different topics in low voices, laugh in your fists so no one can hear you except for ubiquitous librarian who seems to come just from the movie.

you love all your friends equally however one of them — the loudest, the most predictable in his unpredictability — takes a special place in your heart to which no paths lead except those known only to you.

atsumu is noisy, energetic, active, and somehow you really like it. he can make the worst jokes ever but you still gonna smile at him because of the way he laughs while telling them. he was the one who helped you move new mattress to your dorm room (“you have king size or what?” — “of course no” — “pity” — “why?” — “really want me to say that?” (flirting voice with this damn smile) — “yeah, you right. shut up”); when he got sick, you were in his room, bringing him soup, making tea, changing his sweaty shirts to the dry ones (“you gonna get sick” — “if so, you’re the one to blame. drink it, it’s for your throat” — “thanks. what would I do without you?” — “beg samu? why he is not here by the way?” — “night shift at the cafe. will you stay for a while? please?” — “of course i will, atsumu”); he was the one who was so drunk you had to drag him to his room after the party (“y/n… you are…” — “sh, atsumu, it’s hard to drag you and talk at the same time” — “y/n… why you’re so… nice to me? always? — “we’re friends” — “we can’t be friends” — “rude. why is that?” — “‘cause you’re… y-you… and i am… shit” — “you are not shit, atsumu. not for me. now shut up, i’ll call samu or akaashi, you are too heavy”); he was there for you when you failed one of your exams (“i feel like… like the stupidest person in the whole world” — “you are not, you never was one and never will. your brain is… huge” — “thanks, atsumu” — “i mean… you are really smart. grades can’t defy how smart you are so it’s their fault they can’t accept that you are smarter than them. you’re smiling? good. now let’s buy you something to eat”).

you and atsumu were in the library (samu had a shift in a cafe, akaashi had a date with bokuto whom he had met few days ago). text in front of you was written in such boring tone you couldn’t help but yawn. atsumu noticed that any gently smiled:

— tired? if so, we can go grab a coffee. or go to my place and watch something.

— thanks, but i really need to finish this reading today.

atsumu got visibly upset. he got nothing to do here except waiting for you and looking at students who were busy with their work. his fingers rhythmically tapped on the lid of the laptop, his leg was shaking under the table.

— you know that participation in study session is completely volunteering? — you asked in a low voice.

— so?

— so if you’re bored, you can go. don’t you have a training soon?

— no, not today.

— how so?

— changes in the schedule because of the renovation.

silence fell on you so you got back to reading but the feeling of being attentively examined struck you. goosebumps ran along the entire length of the spine, making you slightly tilt your head. you looked up from reading and looked above the screen. atsumu was still staring at you with his head on his chin.

— what? — your voice sounded slightly irritated.

— how come you’re sitting here in front of the most gorgeous people in the uni and still your nose is in the books?

you laughed and heard vicious cough of the librarian directed towards you.

— maybe because i have a deadline?

— lame.

— you bored?

— kinda.

— then do something that doesn’t include talking to me.

— but…

— atsumu.

— fine!

he spent few seconds looking at the ceiling, bookshelves, table, his hoodie. then he stopped moving — calm before storm, stop before run — and opened a laptop. at first you were surprised that he suddenly found what can keep him busy but reading consumed you to the point you forgot that the smell of musk, cinnamon and heavy perfume didn’t come from the library itself, but from atsumu.

— y/n. — he broke the silence as sharply as his smile split his face.

— what?

— i made a presentation.

— congrats.

— it’s a presentation for you.

you looked at him suspiciously.

— if it’s one of the tiktok trends with the joke “underwear”…

he smirked remembering the videos he had sent you.

— no. there will be no underwear, i promise.

— fine. what is it?

he turned the laptop towards you and before pressing the space bar said:

— can you please not say anything till the end?

— uhm yeah, sure. now c’mon, i’m intrigued.

atsumu looked in your eyes. you saw nervousness, excitement, hope, anxiety, determination — there were as many emotions in the iris of his eyes as there were shades and you once again thought: “how can he be so multifaceted and not be confused by it?”

atsumu exhaled and pressed the spacebar.

slide one.

we’re friends almost two years now but i have to tell you something really important.

slide two.

i am not a big fan of reading but i love watching you read.

slide three.

when you look at me during the game, i play the best.

slide four.

once i had a fight with samu because he gave you one of his sweatshirts. i was hoping you will wear mine. i still hope actually. you can have one. i can take my hoodie off right now and give it to you if you want.

slide five.

i love making tea for you.

slide six.

sometimes i wonder how can you be so small. your hands are tiny. tiny and fragile. i am just shocked.

slide seven.

last night i had a dream that we kissed. i wish it wasn’t just a dream.

slide eight.

i want to ask you out but i’m afraid that i’m too dumb for you.

slide nine.

would you go on the date with me?

atsumu’s heart was racing in his chest as if it was trying to win the formula one race. he was too afraid to look at you during this presentation so he was starting at the table examining each and every line on its surface. he counted slides… four… six… nine. the end. the silence weighed heavily on his lungs, making it impossible for him to breathe. he felt like someone poured sand into him because of which he couldn’t move even a centimeter and the only way to permanently remove the desert from him was laid in you and in your voice. he was afraid of rejection but hearing it from your lips was a salvation — painful as if his heart was burned out —but a salvation.

— yes.

his eyes sparked with pure joy and excitement so brightly you thought that light from the lamp is unnecessary. atsumu closed the laptop, moved closer to the table so his chest was balked to it and asked:

— really? you want?

— yes, atsumu, i want to go on a date with you.

— when? say when and i will prepare something special for you. when?

— maybe tomorrow? i still need to finish my reading first.

— okay, — he exhaled with wide smile on his face. tomorrow. great! i’ll text you.

he stood up, grabbed laptop and his backpack and rapidly walked past you. you heard his loud steps then silence and then steps again but they were getting louder and louder.

you felt warm touch of his lips on your cheek.

— sorry, i couldn’t resist. see you tomorrow on our first date!

he walked out of the library leaving you alone with your reading.

[quietlysimping]

Can i just say that Suna fucking Rintaro is a bitch cause i was over here thinking the miya twins and kita were the loves of my life (they are along with some others) but nO Suna is the one i miss the most when i think about hq

[sevenirisflowers]

I just read "Mistakenly hot" by ohmumai on AO3 and I had to color in copper haired Atsumu so here you go

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being Atsumu’s Pregnant Partner:

YN goes into Labor

Atsumu Miya x Pregnant! GN reader

Warnings: swearing, pregnancy and a lot of stuff to do with pregnancy, mentions of throwing up and bodily fluids

***pregnancy is different for everyone and I’m basing this off my own personal experience

AN: *sigh* friends I’m having major baby fever and since I’m forever done diy-ing my own, I shall instead write about it 😌 maybe I should just get a kitten

Looking back now, it probably wasn’t the best idea to go to a professional, five set volleyball match at 39 weeks pregnant but here you were. You’d always been the devoted type, doing anything and everything you could to support your man no matter what.

Atsumu Miya wasn’t always the easiest partner to have but you loved the big dummy. He was extremely dedicated to his sport and team, which made dealing with him outside the court rather bothersome at times.

Nevertheless, you decided that you could stand just enough of him to spend your life by his side and raise a family. His brother, Osamu, asked you about a million times is you were for sure ready to raise a baby Miya. He knew exactly what it would be like because he was one.

At first you laughed it off, thinking that you had a few years of rest before the chaos would ensure but man, were you wrong. You’d become pregnant relatively quickly, making both you and Atsumu extremely excited.

However, your excitement soon dampened as you began spending most of your day hugging the porcelain thrown or downing antacids to help with the wicked indigestion that crept up your throat at every turn. Your breasts ached, your sleep suffered and the smell of nearly anything sent you running to the bathroom. Your skin broke out, hair began to shed, and most days, you felt like a Sméagol from lord of the rings, just trying to protect your unborn baby.

Atsumu had been as supportive as you imagined he’d be. This mostly meant calling Osamu to make you something to eat or google home remedies to help with your morning sickness. Osamu was also extremely excited for his little niece or nephew to make their appearance, doing whatever he could when Atsumu was gone to help you.

You’d managed to make it all the way to 39 weeks, and you were excited to finally be done. The doctor had scheduled an induction for the following week because of blood pressure issues. You weren’t exactly stoked about the idea of an induction but the fact that you’d be able to meet your baby soon was thrilling.

You waddled your way through the crowd, waving to people as you passed. Akaashi had stopped to talk with you as well as Asahi and Suga. It was nice to see everyone again even though you were exhausted.

“There they are!” Osamu yelled, waving you over to his Onigiri stand as you huffed and puffed, finally able to stop. The pressure from the baby was making it difficult to walk, your pelvis hurting as you leaned on the corner of his stand, his chuckle causing you to glare at him.

“You know you could have stayed him YN. Sumu pays for the expensive sports channels because he’s obsessed with watching replays of his games, I’m sure you’d see him on there,” Osamu joked as you motioned for a delicious looking Onigiri in the corner of the display case.

“This will probably be the last game Sumu plays in for a bit because of his paternity leave. I don’t want to miss it!”

Osamu chuckled, shaking his head as you made your way to the stairs of the bleachers. Your phone rang as you began to ascend, huffing and puffing as you walked up.

“Hello,” you answered as the noise of the locker room filled your ears.

“Hey baby! Did ya make it?” Atsumu shouted back as you finally found your spot and took a seat releasing a heavy sigh as you settled in.

“Not up as high as I normally go but my feet hurt too much to even care.”

Sumu laughed as you looked around to see the stands filled with people.

“Well just relax baby, this time next week will be in the hospital having our baby!”

You groaned just thinking about the idea of pushing out this child, knowing that the possibility of having a small baby was out of the picture.

“Yeah yeah, just make sure you win today, ok? I don’t want yo moping around the house for the next week!”

Atsumu laughed loudly as you smiled. He agreed and hung up the phone, knowing you’d be there to support him no matter what happened.

The teams took their places, and the match began without a hitch. You knew it’d be a long one by the sheer energy happening around you. Two sets had already taken place and the teams were tied. You watched as Sumu slammed a service ace right into the opposing team's court. Your man was on fire today, probably excited about everything happening around him.

The pressure of the baby on your bladder, pushed as you tried to adjust, not wanting to walk out right in the middle of Sumu’s serves. Of course, you knew his serves could go on for a while, so you finally caved, as you thought about the nearest bathroom.

Standing up, you felt a twinge hit. Your back began to radiate pain as it moved to the front of your belly. You gritted your teeth, gripping the side of the chair as you grabbed your stomach.

“Are you ok?” Someone asked as you turned to them confused and nodded. There was no way this was anything more than Braxton hick's contractions, right?

The pain subsided as you assured the person you were ok and made your way to the bathroom. In the bathroom, you noticed you had started losing the mucus plug your doctor had talked about. You knew this meant nothing and weren’t concerned as you continued to feel the baby kick in your stomach.

Washing your hands, you felt the pain against radiate from your back to your front. You had no idea how far apart these pains were as you quickly grabbed your phone and waited for the pain to subside.

Hitting the timer, you exited the bathroom and made your way back to your seat. You felt another pain hit as you quickly checked the timer.

7 minutes.

Standing on the side, you waited for the pain to pass again before ascending the stairs. At this point, you were clearly in denial that anything was happening. Surely these were only practice contractions. Your body had done them before but then again, they’d never felt quite like this.

You restarted the time as you finally sat down, trying to remain calm as you focused back on the game. A few minutes passed again before the pain started, only this time, you felt a pop, followed by a trickle of water fill your pants. You began to stand up as the pain emanated through your stomach.

“Hey Yn- YN HOLY CRAP!” You heard someone yell as Osamu came running over you to, abandoning the Onigiri in his hands to grab onto your arm and steady you.

“Samu the baby, I think the babies coming!” You whined as Osamu’s eyes widened at you, the crowd cheering as MSBY scored yet another point.

At this point, you had tears in your eyes, the pressure from the baby pushing more fluid from your body as the pain continued to radiate. You leaned hard on Samu, groaning as you tried to make it through the pain.

Osamu looked around for anyone he knew, anyone who could possibly help him get you downstairs and to the hospital. As if on cue, he looked down to see Sakusa’s eyes locked with his. He knew his best bet at this point was to try and signal to Sumu that you were in labor.

“YN’s in labor!” He mouthed as Sakusa’s eyes widened and he turned to Sumu who was in the back row. Sakusa wasn’t sure what to do as Sumu was preparing to serve yet again. He wasn’t a person to normally shout but then again, it wasn’t everyday his teammates partner was in active labor at a game.

He looked over to the coach who was now concerned about what was going on with him and why he continued to trail his eyes into the crowd. At this point, Hinata had begun to notice as well, his eyes following Sakusa’s as he saw you, bent over and holding your stomach as Osamu supported you.

“Holy crap YN’s in labor!” He shouted just as Sumu threw the ball up the serve. His eyes widened as his palm made contact with the ball.

“WHAT!?!” He bellowed, sending the ball slamming hard into the other side of the court as the whistle blew signaling the end of the set.

Atsumu quickly looked up to see Osamu helping you down the stairs as you breathed, your face contorted in pain.

“Shit Yn!” He shouted, quickly taking off into the crowd to get to you. He ran as fast as he could, dodging people left and right until he finally met you at the base of the stands.

“YN’s definitely in labor Sumu, their water broke and everything. Contractions are 7 minutes apart right now, but they are in a ton of pain,” Osamu recited as you moaned through another painful contraction, Atsumu grabbing onto your belly and helping lift it to relieve some pressure.

He hadn’t been super eager to take the birthing class suggested by your doctor, but he had to admit, the techniques were coming in handy.

“Sumu the game!” You whined as the contraction ended. Sumu shook his head vigorously before he was interrupted.

“Don’t worry about the game Yn, we will put in our sub and thanks to Sumu’s service ace, we are ahead a set,” Coach answered, coming up with Meian and Sakusa

“Just worry about having that baby Yn!” Meian chuckled as you smiled.

“Please take YN to the hospital now, do you know how unsanitary birthing a baby here would be?” Sakusa demanded as Atsumu blindly nodded and took control of you, Osamu running ahead to grab his car to help.

At the hospital, the doctor checked you before the anesthesiologist made their way to you, providing you with a moment to breathe. Osamu was waiting outside, not wanting to miss the birth of his brothers baby.

“Don’t you wanna watch the game Sumu?” You asked as your partner came beside you and grabbed your hand.

“Nah, Hinata texted me and told me we won. I’ll just watch it when we get home from the hospital. Plus, I want our baby to see how awesome I look on TV!”

You giggled, laying your head back as you rested your body. Atsumu right by your side as you entered this new stage of life together.

[torubeth]

when he comes back up from between your thighs for a breather, his eyes notice your clutched hands at your sides, nails digging into your palm and he wasn’t having it. leaning down to continue from where he left, he takes your hands in his and places it on his head, a gesture telling you to just pull his hair already.

or or or!!!!!!

he entwines your fingers with his, placing kisses on your wrist, your palm or wherever possible.

“fuck baby, you’re making me lose my goddamn mind”

that was the last thing he said before diving down between your thighs to resume his ministrations.

eren jaeger, suna rintarou, kuroo tetsurou, gojo satoru, miya atsumu, aki hayakawa, matsukawa issei (all characters aged up!)

[lanirawhoney]

MSBY Picture Day!

[sonialiao]

fINAL poster omg these volleyball boys 😵‍💫. think of this as a msby promotional poster for osaka street food or something haha okay i'm going to bed now good night 🤣 🛏️

[j-u-u-z-o]

Dunno if this is real but wow 😩

So handsome!

[blaxe00]

Atsumu at different ages 🤲

[shcyc]

¡ LOCKER ROOM — kinktober

MY READMORE IS NOT WORKING I AM SO SORRY

synopsis: locker room sex with msby / schweiden adlers

cw; sub fem! reader, voyeurism!, oral (giving & receiving), fingering, cockwarming, shower sex, vibrator, slight bondage, thigh riding

— MSBY !

> ATSUMU swears he’s never felt better — he wasn’t expecting you to get on your knees between his legs when you said you have a nice surprise for him right after practice!

his breath hitches as you kiss him through his pants, fingers inching up his thighs, leaving the trail you touched hot and burning with desire

this isn't the first time you've sucked him off, and yet it still feels like he's ascending to heaven every single time - probably also because the two of you are openly exposed in the middle of the msby locker room, and that has his adrenaline skyrocketing

> BOKUTO has his thick fingers deep inside your dripping cunt, skirt flipped upwards and tucked into the bands to stop them from obstructing him from what he wants

he’s annoyed that you’re wearing such a short skirt and prancing around his teammates as if it was a free show for all of them, when in fact, it should only be for him

he’s rough, fingers abusing your hole while his other hand wraps around your bare chest, pushing a handful into his mouth, tongue swirling around your perked nipples

> HINATA was the most innocent guy you’ve ever met, never would you have thought you’d be in this position — hands supporting yourself on the sink with your soiled panties stuffed in your mouth, pretty face stained with tears as you stare at the orange-headed man pound into you from the mirror in the msby locker room

he’s told you to “keep it down”, but how could you when he’s stretching you out so fucking good, thick cock grazing every inch of your gummy walls

you tighten around him each time he slips out and pushes back into you, eyelids fluttering with each push and pull, and that has him going even harder than before

> INUNAKI shoves his tongue past your tight ring of muscle, hands roaming all over your body, finally resting on your thigh that has been dangling on his shoulder for the past few minutes

he groans at your taste, at how deliciously sweet you are, and how you’re willing to let him do it right outside the locker room door where his teammates could easily walk out and catch the two of you

the vibrations from him passes right into your core and towards your clit, sending you over the edge after being teased for so long, and you watch as he removes himself from you with that stupid smirk plastered on his face

> MEIAN has you wrapped around him like a koala as he walks around the locker room to do final clean and checks before he closes the gym — only every step he takes has you clenching around him like a vice and he has to warn you to be a “good girl”

you think you might pass out from just cockwarming him, having him buried in you for too long makes everything go numb, and when that happens, everything is much more sensitive

he walks around and does his chores without a care in the world, but you whimpering into his ear and begging him to “just fuck me”, has him putting away the towels and shoving you onto the benches before slamming into your over sensitive hole

> SAKUSA hates the locker room, it’s full of germs and bacteria that he would not want to be exposed to, but when you come running to him asking if you could shower in the locker rooms because you got drenched in the rain, that has his mind reeling

he’s pressing the shower head onto your clit, making sure the water is hitting directly at the sweet spots before turning up the water power — and almost immediately, you feel your orgasm approach

your legs are shaking as you cum, body limp against him, his broad frame making sure you won’t fall to the ground during your high — and sakusa thinks that he has to see this beautiful sight one more time, even if it means staying with the germs for a few more minutes

— SCHWEIDEN ADLERS !

> HOSHIUMI can be either vicious or nice, and today, he’s feeling vicious! your boyfriend wants to see you stuttering, panting and begging him to stop the little machine buzzing inside of you

but how could he? not when your grip on his arm tightens while you try your best to make conversation with his dense teammates — he thinks that you’re so cute, holding onto him like your life depends on it

he laughs when you drag him out the locker room with all your strength, finally falling on the ground as he squats down to tease you, pushing the level up so that you cum around his toy!

> KAGEYAMA didn’t know he would be into bondage, especially not in the locker rooms, but when you show him the trick that you’ve been trying for a while now, his heartbeat races

he has you pressed up against the metal closets, making you support yourself on your elbows as he pushes himself into you — the warmth engulfing him, and he swears he will cum right now if it wasn’t for his need to see you struggling to release yourself

you’re clawing at the cool solid, desperately needing to grab ahold of something to ground yourself from his harsh fucking, you’re flipped around in and instant, one leg now wrapped around his waist as he groans into your neck at how good you feel

> USHIJIMA he’s so stoic and dense all the time so you thought you’d tease him! sitting on his thigh as you press kisses onto his neck, hoping that he’d break character for once and do something scandalous with you in a risky place

and you got what you wanted! he’s pushing your hips back and forth on his lap, his mouth now on your neck, teeth grazing your skin occasionally to give you love bites

you’re a whimpering mess at this point, hands flying to his shoulders to steady yourself as you let the overwhelming sensation take over, giving up on trying to hide the noises at this point