A/N: Yello Everybody! Heres A New One-Shot With Our Hot Atsumu Miya

A/N: Yello everybody! Here’s a new One-Shot with our hot Atsumu Miya<3 wrote this while I was on vacation :D

Genre: fluff

Warnings: cursing, Atsumu Miya being a shithead

Words: 4849

Hotter than Hell Itself (Atsumu Miya x f!Reader)

It was a very hot day in the middle of the summer in Osaka. Seriously, no one told you it could be THIS hot in Japan when you decided to move here.

When your hospital offered you an international job opportunity, you wouldn’t have thought of moving to Japan, let alone to the hottest part of it.

Since it’s not even midday, all you wanted to do was to sleep all day long after you were done with work and enjoy the cold air of your AC blowing down your naked skin. But of course, the universe needs some popcorn to chew on once in a while. And you just happen to be one of those kernels ready to pop just for their entertainment.

It all started when you came out of your night shift at 07:30 this morning. Afterwards, you drove with heavy eyelids back to your apartment, only to find out that your AC broke while you were at work. As if that wasn’t enough, you received a text message from your friend during your shift, asking you to join her at the pool party she is hosting. The problem is, you’re not exactly a social butterfly. You met her in your preparation class for Japan 101, both of you coming from the United States, taking the opportunity to venture out into the world and experience something new.

Unfortunately, since you already quit her too many times, she threatened to change her Netflix password. Obviously, you can’t let that happen, you need to know if Dustin, Steve, Robin, and Erica make it out alive from the hostage situation of the evil Russian weapon company.

So like the good and supportive friend you are, you agreed. (And also saving you a Netflix subscription every month.)

‘There r gonna b sum hot 🔥 boys @ my party, I think some basketball or volleyball players. Dunno I think they are called the coyotes or smth. And you’ve been a little bitch recently, you need to get laid, girl. And m’ not accepting a no as an answer or any other shitty excuse y’gonna come up with!’

So here you are, in front of the building of your friend. Still sitting in your car, tired and hot as hell, you’re overthinking this again. You glance into your rearview mirror, checking if your makeup is still as good as it was earlier when you applied it. ‘Good. Even though it’s hot as hell outside and only 11:43, I still look somehow presentable.’ You think to yourself as you grab your purse and get out of your car.

Locking it, you hear the car honk twice and you make your way across the street to the building.

Since your friend is an event planner, she earns accordingly. Having the penthouse all to herself is still something that you are envious of.

But then again, you chose the route of being an OR nurse. Prepping patients, prepping the OR table, and sterilizing everything are tasks daily for you. Your coworkers are easy to get along with, the working hours aren’t too bad and it’s always the same routine for you. Which is great, since you are a person of habit. Sometimes though, you get called in on your off days due to someone calling in sick last minute.

Now entering the building you see a tall and bulky security guard standing next to the revolving doors. He is wearing a full black suit, and dark sunglasses and is carrying an earpiece in his left ear. Giving you a watchful look, as he is eyeing you up and down, like a hawk stalking its prey.

Feeling uncomfortable and honestly slightly scared you show him your electronic invitation with shaking hands.

The security guard with the name tag „Daisuke“ bends down a little bit to read the letters on your phone. He then takes out a device himself from the front pocket of his suit to scan the QR code.

After hearing a confirmation sound from his phone, he backs up a little bit to let you pass through the doors.

“Geez, a security guard at the front door? She must have invited someone special.” you mutter to yourself as you enter the building.

Suddenly, you remember the text message from your friend, stating that some famous athletes are going to be there since she is good friends with someone that works at the Sports Promotion Division.

Your steps carry you to the elevator and you press the button for going upstairs.

Waiting for the elevator to arrive, you glance around yourself.

Your eyes wander over the rich-looking decorations of the building.

Taking in the eggshell-colored walls and the sculptures of Greek women decorating the side of the hallway immediately give you a rich vibe feeling.

Scoffing to yourself about the unnecessary decorations, you glance back at the floor guide for the building which shows that it’s still six floors away from the lobby.

Breathing out a heavy sigh, you cross your arms and sway gently from side to side on your feet.

All of sudden you hear someone loudly greeting somebody else from outside and you turn around to see a tall younger guy with short blond hair greeting the security guard at the front. They give each other a firm handshake and start talking together, sharing loud laughs in between their conversation. You can’t see him that well, you’re only able to make out black jeans, a white button-up shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a pair of sunglasses resting on top of his nose.

You’re guessing that the security guard wants to take a picture with the blond-haired kind of good-looking guy, as he pulls out his phone from his back pocket. The mysterious yet handsome stranger moves beside him and holds up a peace sign. After taking their picture together, the mystic man moves back to the side, almost ready to enter the building.

Shocking and almost in disbelief, you continue to observe them.

The blonde guy tells the security guard something with an almost cheeky smile on his face and pats him on the shoulder a few times. Now walking inside as well, he takes off his sunglasses and places them on top of his head.

You give him one last look before turning back to the elevator and seeing that it’s still two more floors away.

’Just hurry up!‘

The stranger stops right next to you, almost too close to your liking, as you can smell the strong aroma of his cologne. His very strong scented cologne you might add, smelling like a pinewood forest with a hint of vanilla.

Scrunching your nose a bit at the strong smell, you move a bit to the side, which catches the stranger’s attention.

“What’s yer deal? Don’t like my Sauvage perfume?” he smirks at you.

“As a matter of fact, I don’t. You smell like a male prostitute.”

Taking your words in, he lets out an offended gasp and turns around a little bit to view you a little bit better.

Now looking into his face, you see him scowling directly at you.

You turn towards him as well, trying not to get intimidated by his towering figure.

You’re not scared of him, you have handled far worse than this.

“Do you have any idea who I am?“ he looks at you, hopefully expecting the right answer.

You size him up and down with your eyes, thinking hard.

The fact that you take so long to think, kind of concerns him. By now you should apologize profoundly and give him the biggest heart eyes as any other woman would.

“No I don’t. Should I? Are you one of those basketball players or something?“

He scoffs at your answer and retorts.

“It’s volleyball ya little shrimp. The fact that ya don’t know who I am honestly concerns me. Ya been livin‘ under a rock or somethin‘? Every human being in Japan knows who I am.“

“Oh, I am sorry that I have better things to worry about than knowing who you are. You must be very special then. A thousand apologies to your highness.”

You pause while looking at him with the most disinterested face you ever made. And it irritates Atsumu even more.

“Geez yer a real happy camper ain’tcha? Must be fun to have you at parties.”

Okay the fact that you barely slept and the audacity of this freaking guy are just about enough for you. You close your eyes, turn around and inhale deeply through your nose. As soon as you open your eyes and you breathe out, you start to feel a little bit better. You’re not going to let him worsen your already bad mood.

Choosing to ignore him, you hear the ‘ding’ of the elevator and its doors finally open.

The blond guy and you enter inside and you press the button for the penthouse of your friend.

Remembering that your nephew likes someone called the ‘Schweiden Adlers’, you know that he always brags about one of the players. Not knowing if Blondie is on the team, you decide to ask him about it.

“Are you from the Schweiden Adlers? I heard that they’re the best team in Japan and my nephew loves them. I’d like to get an autograph for him.”

You give him an almost aggressive sweet smile as you stare at him, waiting for an answer.

What you don’t expect though, is for him to reach out for the fire alarm button, which immediately stops the elevator.

Utterly shocked by his actions, you start yelling at him.

“Are you crazy?! Why did you do that?!”

He whips around and gives you an angry look.

“First of all, I am NOT from the Schweiden Adlers, I am from the MSBY Jackals princess. And excuse the shit out of my goddamn French but did you just say ‘best team in Japan’? We have beat those guys twice now! Second, since you obviously got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, I am NOT going to give you an autograph even if I was part of their team. Third, since you still don’t know who I am, I am Miya Atsumu, the best setter in Japan!” He exclaims loudly while still staring at you.

Not having any of his shit, you decide to poke the bear a little bit more with the stick.

“Is that so? Well dye-job I have a newsflash for you. I don’t care that you apparently hold that title. I honestly feel sorry for your teammates that have to put up with you every single day. Send them my deepest condolences.“

Atsumu just gives her a look of fury but doesn’t reply.

‘This small ass chick is crazy.’ He thinks to himself.

“Just push the button so the freaking elevator starts again.”

After hearing her words, he forgot that he was the one who pressed it in the first place, but still went with her request anyway.

Feeling the elevator move again, she can still feel her blood slightly boiling and her heart racing from the frustration she just had to witness.

Atsumu is not feeling any more different than her, clenching and unclenching his fists, while still trying to calm down himself.

What feels like a thousand years later, the elevator finally reaches the final floor, doors slowly opening.

‘I need some fuckin’ beer.’ Atsumu thinks to himself as he heads straight for the bar, without even saying goodbye to the woman that he shared the elevator ride with.

Atsumu sits down in one of the bar chairs while glancing over the menu of the drinks that were offered today.

He turns to the barkeeper and asks him for a beer.

“I am sorry sir, since this is a sports division event, no alcohol will be served. It was requested from the coach.“ The barkeeper gives Atsumu an apologetic look as he cleans a glass with a green little towel.

“Yer gotta be shittin‘ me.“ Atsumu puts his face in his hands and lets out a small grunt of frustration.

You step out of the elevator, taking a few steps before stopping to look around.

You notice that the event party has a lot of tall guys there, most of them probably over 6 feet tall.

Compared to your small size, they are giants. Before you can look around any more, someone runs towards you, attacking you in a bone-crushing hug.

You stumble back a little bit by the sudden force but quickly catch the person that engulfed you into a hug.

The scent of cherries and almonds fill into your nose, recognizing your friend by the body lotion she always uses.

“Hey girl, how’s it going? I missed you so much!“ She gushes at you, while giving you a look over.

“Goodness, you look a little bit pale, those night shifts aren’t doing you any favors. But good thing I just have the right things around here.“ She points to various things, giving each an explanation.

“So over there is the buffet, help yourself with all those treats! And in the corner over there, is the bar but since this is a sports event, no alcohol unfortunately. Since, you know, all these hot guys are volleyball players, they need to stick to a strict diet plan and blah blah blah.“

She rolls her eyes a little bit and you just nod along, quietly thanking her for the invitation. Looking back at you, she gives you a mischievous smile and wiggles her thin eyebrows up and down, almost in a suggestive manner.

Bumping your hip with hers, she starts talking again.

“Soooo… I saw that Atsumu Miya exited the elevator with you. Tell me, how hot is that dude! Did he talk to you? Did he give you his number? Did he give you his number one ‚one-in-a-million-smile‘? Did you guys make out in the elevator? Because both of you were having quite the flushed faces whenever you both exited the elevator.“

You give it out a small sigh and shake your head a little bit in reply, slightly irritated by her flooding questions, as you recall the conversation you had with Atsumu.

“No we didn’t do anything, don’t be silly. He was just being a rude asshole and I was bitching back at him.“

You cross your arms over your chest as you spot the blonde sitting at the bar, talking with an orange haired smaller guy and another tall guy with white-blackish spiked hair with a grumpy look on his face.

Your friend gives you a shocked look, following your gaze.

“Really? According to these magazines I read, he is a proud guy with a flirty personality. Ah well, looks can be deceiving. But not to worry my precious little birdie, there’s plenty of hot guys here. Talk to one of them and maybe see if one of them can take you home with them. Or even multiple if you’re into that shit.“

She gives you a wink and starts laughing at your flushed face.

Embarrassed that she would even dare suggest such a thing, you gave her a reply in a squeaky undertone.

“W-what? No! I am NOT into that! And I already have had enough volleyball players in one day. One is more than enough.“

“Whatever you say sweetie. Well at least eat some stuff from the food table, I paid a lot for that shit.“ She gives you a slight pat on the shoulder and walks around to greet more of her guests.

Turning your body a little bit, you start heading towards the table with all the goodies on it.

Taking a plate you let your eyes wander over the delicious varieties of food.

From Onigiris, to Takoyaki and even a big grill with tons of Yakiniku and Yakitori on it, makes your mouth water like a waterfall.

You haven’t eaten anything yet, you stayed awake since you were too hot in your apartment and you had to wait for the AC repairman.

Suddenly, you feel a presence beside you and you tilt your head a little bit to the side to see the white-blackish haired guy that was talking to Atsumu earlier at the bar.

Eyeing the massive amount of food on his plate, especially the meat, you can feel your jaw almost dropping to the floor.

Bokuto can feel you staring at him and just gives you a laugh combined with a large grin.

“Sorry, just a huge meat fan, trying to grow some more.“

“You're already pretty tall, and having meat fill up almost 90% of your plate doesn’t necessarily mean that you’re going to grow much more. Also, eat more eggs or whole grain foods, they should help better.“

You explain while looking at him with an eyebrow raised.

Bokuto raises both of his eyebrows, then his face transforms into a deep thinking one and quickly develops into a beaming smile.

“Really?! Oh my gosh thanks I will definitely take up your advice. Here, have some! You‘ll definitely need it more than me!“ Handing you his heavy full plate, he takes off to his friends and starts talking to them energetically.

Dumbstruck, you stare at him with wide eyes, then looking down to his plate.

Blinking a few times you were about to put the plate down, when Atsumu joins you at the buffet table.

He looks at your plate and raises one of his eyebrows at you.

“A bit much don‘tcha think? ‘Specially for someone yer size.“

You can feel your eye twitch in annoyance but don’t reply anything to that.

You set Bokuto‘s former plate into the hands of one of a very confused waiter, before grabbing your still empty plate to move around him, to look for something to munch your frustrations out.

A single pink-frosted vanilla cupcake has caught your eye and you were about to grab it when a bigger hand snatched it right away from you. It was the last one on the platter too. That asshole did not just do that.

Your hand is still frozen midair, trying to process what the hell just happened.

“I was just about to grab that and it’s the last one. Couldn’t you have at least asked me if I wanted it? You usually do that to be polite.“

Atsumu thinks hard for a moment, taking a good look at both beauties in front of his hazel brown eyes. Analyzing the situation for mere seconds, he chose to play dirty.

He wants to get you back for insulting his pride earlier.

Before you can blink, Atsumu shoves the entire cupcake into his mouth, looking almost like a snake devouring a mouse in one single bite.

Dumbfounded, you watch him with an open mouth as he chews and swallows.

“Man, that was good. Ya wanna taste?” He smirks at you while he licks the pink frosting off of his lips.

Still shocked, you act before you can think.

You push him into the pool behind him.

The sound of splashing water rips you out of your fury, realizing what you‘ve just done.

Holy shit.

You just pushed a star athlete in the pool.

Not just any star athlete, freaking Atsumu Miya.

The Setter of the Dingos.

Still highly in shock, you stare at the moving water of the pool.

Atsumu’s drenched head pops out of the water, coughing some water out of his mouth.

“The hell’s yer problem?! Yer could’ve killed me!” Atsumu shouts at you in exasperation.

“Don’t be so melodramatic! You’re obviously fine.” Crossing your arms against your chest, you stare at him with an annoyed frown.

“Can ya at least help me outta here?” You scoff at his request and retort.

“You’re a big guy, get out yourself. Also, you're way bigger and taller than me, how am I supposed to pull you out?”

He just gives you a look and thinks for about two seconds.

“Aint’cha a nurse or something? Use yer super strength to pull me out.”

Sighing, you still give in, after seeing his begging eyes.

You hold out your hand for him to grab onto. Atsumu gets closer to the edge of the pool and you can feel his very wet hand grabbing your own.

Flinching at the wetness you try your best to pull 80,4 kg out of the water.

As soon as you try to pull him out, his other hand comes out of the water and pulls you into the water with him.

Screaming at the sudden tug, you splash into the pool.

The cold water of the pool soaks through everything. Your hair, dress and make up are now ruined. All thanks to that blonde shithead.

Your head pops through the water surface and you give Atsumu the most hateful look anyone has ever seen.

Even if you’re fuming right now, Atsumu still has to admit that you’re even beautiful looking this angry. He just HAS to ask you out.

“You’re the most inconsiderate, most rude piece of shit I have ever met!” You furiously yell at him.

“Yeah, yeah I got that part from the start. Ya wanna go out with me sometime?” The drenched blonde gives you a tilt and his brown eyes kind of remind you of a cute Golden Retriever and- STOP. NO! Not only has that asshole just pulled you into ice cold water, it’s his fault you’re completely soaked, he was incredibly rude to you, he has the audacity to ask you out?!

Gaping at his request, you glance around you, to see that all eyes were on the two of you. Their mixes of emotion completely overwhelm you. You see confusion, pity and some even have a mix between shock and disgust.

Groaning loudly in frustration, you walk to the end of the pool to step out.

You see a hand outstretched for help and you see a black-haired tall guy whose hair is mid-length and slicked back.

Thankful for his help, he helps you out of the water and hands you his big soft yellow jacket, so you don’t freeze.

“Thank you but I am leaving now so you can keep it.” You say to him with tears in your eyes as you make your way to the elevator with hurried steps. Your pace begins to quicken, as you can hear Atsumu’s voice yelling after you to make you stop. Ignoring him, you bolt through the door to run down the stairs.

A few seconds later you can hear the sound of door opening again and loud footsteps chase after you.

“Stop, please! I want to apologize!” His deep voice echoes in the stairwell.

Still ignoring him, you can feel your tears running down your cheeks and you finally reach the bottom of the stairs.

Seeing your car on the other side of the street gives you a relief and you fetch your car key and unlock it.

As you are about to enter your car, you can hear Atsumu’s quick steps coming closer to you.

“Wait! Please!” He huffs out of breath.

“What the hell do you want?! Haven’t you humiliated me enough already?!” You whip around to yell at him.

Breathing heavily, flushed cheeks and with a worried look he looks to the ground like a kicked puppy.

“I am really really sorry. I didn’t mean ta humiliate ya up there. I know I was a jerk so I want to make it up to ya.”

Your hands wipe your tears away from your cheeks and you listen to what he has to say.

Still guilty as hell, he looks up to you with regret in his eyes.

“Please let me make it up to ya by takin’ ya out to dinner. I know I don’t deserve it but please give me a chance.” He pleads with you.

Your eyes fall to the concrete of the street as you overthink his offer.

The cold wind makes you shiver and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Atsumu. With another idea in his mind, he asks you to wait a few seconds.

You watch in confusion as he runs to what you’re guessing is his car and Atsumu grabs a yellow jacket with a black lettering that spells out ‘MSBY’.

Quickly running back to you, he hands you his jacket with the words that you should wear it so you don’t freeze.

You grab his jacket with uncertainty and remember you haven’t given him an answer yet.

His effort to try to make you feel better kind of helps you with your decision.

Breathing out with a heavy exhale you look up to him with ambivalence and accept his offer.

The concern in his eyes disappears and all of sudden his eyes shine brighter than the brightest Christmas lights.

“O-Oh awesome! Great! I’ll uh… Just give me yer number and we can arrange the date.” He stutters with a slight blush across his cheeks, you doubt it’s still from chasing you down the stairs.

You type in your number on his phone and his adorable smile is making you blush. If you actually look closer, you can make out some freckles across his nose and cheeks.

To be honest, Atsumu is really attractive. So attractive that it annoys the hell out of you.

Yet, you can’t wait to see what the date will turn out like.

Realizing you’re still wearing his jacket, you want to give it back to him.

“Nah, keep it beautiful. It looks better on ya anyway.” He compliments you with a wink.

Laughing a little bit, you push a loose wet strand of hair behind your ear and give him a cute smile that he returns.

Bonus scene <3

“So….. Papa and mama met at a party?“

Two sets of hazelnut eyes watch you and Atsumu carefully with confused but still exciting looks on their faces. Both of your children are a spitting image of their father, when he was younger. Cheeky hazel colored eyes, with messy dark brown hair.

“That’s right kiddos, yer ma was super into me the first time she laid eyes on ya handsome dad.“

Atsumu gives them a proud smile and turns around to look at you.

You catch his gaze and he gives you a wink, rolling your eyes as you continue to clear off the dinner you just shared with your family.

The younger one raises his hand to ask a question.

“Mama, why did you push papa in the pool?“

Your husband looks at you, with a mischievous smile on his face.

“Yeah mama, why did ya push poor dad in the pool?“

Giving your idiot of a husband a fiery look, you still answer your child’s question.

“Well to be honest, your dad had it coming. He snatched something precious away from me and obviously had to pay for it somehow.“

“Aw c‘mon baby yer not still mad ‘bout that are ya?“ Atsumu pouts.

“Mad about what?“ The mini Miyas glance at you with a twinkle of curiosity in their eyes, while scooting closer to listen to their parent‘s “romantic” story.

You stop wiping and hang up the dishwasher towel for drying. Standing behind your husband, he gives you a fearful look.

You lean over the chair, set both of your hands firmly on Atsumu‘s shoulders and you can feel the anxiety from his tense shoulders.

“He stole Mama‘s precious cupcake.“ You whisper to your children in a dangerous tone.

Both of your children gasp loudly at the reveal of the reason why you pushed your husband into the pool out of anger back then.

Atsumu chuckles a bit nervously but regains his composure quickly.

“Lesson learned not to steal food from mama. But I got her back for it, I pulled her in the pool as well.“

The gasps of your twins get even louder as they stare with open mouths and wide eyes at their father.

“In the end though, it kinda looked like the lion king scene, when Simba pulled Nala into the water. Afterwards…. Well let’s just keep that PG-13 for now. Ain’t that romantic kiddos?” Atsumu holds your hand with his own and squeezes it gently while giving you a lovesick smile as he looks up at you.

“What does papa mean?PG-13?“ The older one of the twins asks, while tilting his head to the side like a confused puppy.

Atsumu turns his face from you to his children, is about to give the talk about the birds and the bees and you quickly interrupt him.

“Atsumu! They are six years old for crying out loud!“ You scold him from behind and hit him lightly on the back of his head.

The blond Setter is startled by your loud voice and slap directed at him and he immediately shuts up.

“Hehe, Papa is scared of mama.“ The older twin turns towards his brother and starts giggling.

“I ain’t scared of her!” The Setter argues with his children.

“Atsumu.” You give him a deadly look.

“Shutting up dear.” Puts a hand to his head in a saluting way and glares at his children, as they continue to giggle and laugh at their cowardly father.

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

Headcannon #4

When the neighbors visit your apartment/house because your sex noises are too loud and concerning the kids

- ATSUMU MIYA, TŌRU OIKAWA, Hajime Iwaizumi, KŌTARŌ BOKUTO, Tetsurō Kuroo, YŪJI TERUSHIMA, Issei Matsukawa, SUGURU DAISHŌ, Kiyoomi Sakusa, Osamu Miya, RINTARŌ SUNA, Shūgo Meian, ALEXANDRE JOFFE (have you seen that beast?), Wakatoshi Ushijima

@rukia-uchiha-98 (who gave me the idea lol), @wake-uptoreality @lyditheoverthinker

MSBY Black Jackals Masterlist

Shūgo Meian x Reader ''Dream A Little of Me" +18 MDNI (Female Reader Version)

Shūgo Meian x Reader "Dream A Little Of Me" +18 MDNI (Male Reader Version)

Shūgo Meian x Reader “Manager For A Month”

Shūgo Meian x short!Reader "Happy Birthday Captain"

yakuza!Shūgo Meian x Reader +18 MDNI

Awww it sounds like a dream come true! 🥺❤️

Hey hey hey my lovely Twinkie Twin❤️❤️❤️❤️

Big question!!

What would your ideal date with Bokuto look like??? 🔥❤️

That's a huge one!

A date with Bokuto to me means whole day with a long long walks, like aimless walks just to be together, there would be no meals just snacks all day long scattered between stops to catch a breath or admire the surrounding, dancing and singing while walking not minding what people think or say, lots of laughs and smiles, hands intertwined swinging between us, casually spinning me, and when the day is about to end, finding a secluded quiet area where we can just set there admire the sun set in complete blissful peace, and a biggyback ride home if I was tired or worned out after all moving around

#softdatewithbokutoforlife

#bokutoisthebestsoftdatechangemymind

Hello sweets bby twin

So I was teaching my brother some English and looked like this :

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSRW6QMDU/

(let's hope that it would open)

So I started to wonder how would Toshi, Omi, Dai, and Samu would react to walking into their sweet s/o doing this to her siblings 😂💔

Love you

Hola my amore!!❤️

Let’s start with our MIRACLE BOI Wakatoshi 😇

Wakatoshi would just come home from practice and sees you with your younger sibling trying to read out. At first glance, he’d smile and think “aw she’s taking care of her sibling” but then when he got closer he would sense the tension. You probably start fighting with your sibling and Toshi would go and stop the fight. I can imagine also him scolding you because you know that Toshi is an only child (as far as I know) and he is 100% give you both a speech on how a good sibling bond is important. In the end, he would have so much patience for your younger sibling. Honestly it will give you bad baby fever.

Moving on! My third love Kiyoomi 🥰 So Kiyo already has a difficult relationship probably with his family/siblings. I unfortunately don’t think he would be willing to help even if I begged him for it. He’s not a fan of kids and he can be very stubborn about it. If you’re still at it two hours after he came home, he would just do the homework for you and your sibling to get it over with and kick you both out lol

Omg Dadchi is here for the rescue. He can see you’re struggling to keep your cool from throwing your sibling out of the window, so he willingly takes over so you can breathe. Daichi has so much patience and 10000000% know he will be an amazing dad someday. Your siblings loves him probably more than you do 🤣😂 but since he has 4 younger siblings so dude has experience ✌🏻

Samu <33333 I feel like unlike Atsumu, Osamu would probably laugh at your fight with your sibling. After you give him the death stare of the century, he stops and asks if he can help you with anything. If your sibling is very bratty, consider Osamu’s patience literally flies away in a matter of minutes. He already has to deal with Atsumu’s antics every single day. Nonetheless he wouldn’t give up until your sibling finally says “beginning” right ❤️

Love the chemistry between them! You’ve outdone yourself ❤️

♡ Under the stars (Akaashi Keiji x f!reader) ♡

Word count: 3.2k Tags: post time-skip, old crushes to lovers, accidental meeting Warnings: nsfw, smut, unprotected sex, exterior setting (but still kinda intimate) Summary: A chance encounter reunites you with your friend Akaashi after six years of being apart and old feelings start to bloom a/n: This story was commissioned to me by a friend! Thank you for asking me, I really enjoyed writing it! Masterlist

While you were waiting in line at the coffee shop, your mind wandering aimlessly, your attention was captured by the shirt of the man in front of you. It was a long, elegant grey shirt that pleasantly contrasted with the pitch-black hair of the man.

“Here’s your coffee. Have a nice day!” said the barista while delivering the hot beverage to him.

Soon the man turned back in order to exit the shop, but his gaze met yours for a brief moment and the both of you froze in place.

“Y/n?”  “Keiji?” You both said in unison.

Your movie-like moment was interrupted by the barista. “Would you like to order, miss?”

You ordered your usual coffee distractedly, glancing at Akaashi, hoping he would not leave before exchanging some words, and you weren’t disappointed. He tilted his head toward a small coffee table near him, making it clear he would wait for you there.

Once you finally got your coffee─that short minute had seemed endless─you reached him.

“May I?” you asked politely.

“Of course,” he replied calmly.

You hung your bag on the squared chair and looked at him, a small lump in your throat. “It’s been a while,” you said with a vaguely embarrassed smile.

You hadn’t seen him since your last year of high school, which was... six years ago.

“It’s been a while indeed. I didn’t know you were back in Tokyo.”

“Yes, I got a job transfer last Winter. I’ve missed this city.” When you finished replying, you took a sip of your hot coffee and breathed out slowly.

“I see.” Akaashi did the same.

“Did you eventually manage to enter the literature department as you wanted?” you asked and then fixed a loose strand of hair that had fallen from your bun.

Akaashi’s brows furrowed almost imperceptibly. “No, I work as an editor for a shonen manga magazine at the moment.”

You smiled. “That seems exciting! I didn’t even know you liked manga.”

The conversation went on naturally for a while as you both talked about your jobs, your past experiences and the fact that you never had enough time for your hobbies.

As you distractedly looked at your watch, you suddenly realised that you were on your lunch break and that it was time to start going back, but you had something to say before that.

“I…” you started saying while alternating glances between Akaashi and the cup of coffee in front of you, “I was a bit sad that you never wrote to me after I gave you my number on the last day of school.” It had taken you a lot of courage to say that but after all these years you were still curious about why he had never contacted you.

You had gotten along very well during high school and for a moment you had thought that something might have even bloomed if it hadn’t been for the fact that you were moving to another city in order to attend your chosen university. But his message had never come.

When you managed to raise your gaze and you looked at Akaashi’s beautiful gunmetal blue eyes, you could see that there was a slight hint of surprise in his gaze. “But I did write to you,” he said simply.

“You did?” you asked in astonishment, “I’ve never received anything. Are you sure?”

He took out his phone. “Yes, I still have your number on my SIM. Look.” After some seconds, he gave you his phone and your contact was indeed there.

You stared at it for a moment and then made a frustrated chortle. “The last number is 8, not 5.”

Akaashi took his phone back and stared at it for several seconds. “So I wrote to a random person, uh?”

You grinned. “Well, at least now I know that you wrote. I thought you didn’t want to keep in touch. But why didn’t you try writing again or something?”

Akaashi, as serious as usual, looked at you, resigned. “I thought you were busy and…” He didn’t finish his sentence.

After six years you had both discovered that the lack of contact between you had been due to a simple typing mistake. That meant… What did that mean? It’s been six years, I can’t expect things to restart from when they stopped… 

While you were lost in thought, Akaashi stood up. “I have to go back to work now, but I’d like to talk some more to you,” he said naturally.

“Y-yes, me too,” you replied, suddenly shy, and stood up, grabbing your bag and the empty cup of coffee.

“Wait, let me check something first.” Akaashi tapped his phone for a while and a moment later your phone rang.

When you took it out of the bag, you saw an unknown number calling and looked at him with a smile. “Is it you?”

Akaashi nodded. “Now I’m sure I have the correct number and you have mine too,” he paused for a moment, “Are you free this evening?”

You looked to your left, trying to remember your schedule. “Yes. I’ll finish work at seven.”

Akaashi looked at his phone again for a while. “Here,” he said while putting away his phone.

Your phone rang again and you opened a message with a GPS location.

“This is where I live. If you don’t feel too tired after work, feel free to pass by. I can grab something to eat before going home.”

You wondered what your face was saying at that moment because surely your mind was all over the place. Not only had you just met your high school crush after six long years, but he was as stunning as ever, his calm aura making you feel comfortable and serene, and he hadn’t forgotten about you. To make it even weirder, he had just invited you to his place too.

~

After a not so productive afternoon─the earlier meeting with your long lost friend had taken all your attention─you finally finished work and took the train to reach Akaashi’s house. It wasn’t far and soon you found yourself in front of a little house’s door, hesitating, with your finger hovering close to the doorbell. Come on, it’s just dinner.

You pressed the little button and a ding dong echoed behind the door. A few moments later,  Akaashi appeared in all his splendour. “You made it,” he said with a faint but sweet smile. Just looking at his face made your heart skip a beat.

“Sorry to intrude,” you said while entering his home and taking off your shoes.

He soon led you to the kitchen, where a box of onigiri and other tasty foods were lying on the counter, and you took a seat on one of the stools.

“This tastes so good,” you said after swallowing a mouthful of rice.

“Yeah. I know a good place,” Akaashi replied while he calmly ate his food. You loved to watch him eat. He was methodic and serene, never too fast, never too slow. You had noticed it in the school canteen and now you were reminded of it once again. To be fair, everything Akaashi did was done that way. He wasn’t the type to get all hyped or loud, but he wasn’t exactly shy either; he was very smart and witty, but never arrogant. He had a perfect and almost surreal balance of qualities that made you like him with every fibre of your soul.

You could talk with him about everything, no limits applied. Even your field of work–art history–which was boring to almost everyone, seemed to interest him and the two of you talked about it all dinner, inserting some high school memories every now and then, like that time in which Bokuto had tried to tackle you out of nowhere and you had ducked so fast he had gone crashing against the wall.

“That was... hilarious,” said Akaashi, chuckling slightly, a hint of guilt visible on his face for saying such a thing.

“I know! I felt bad but I couldn’t stop laughing,” you replied, tears almost falling down your eyes due to your laughing.

You realised that dinner had been over since at least an hour ago–time flows fast when one has fun–and you stood up, taking yours and Akaashi’s plate in order to wash them, but he grabbed your wrist delicately. “Don’t. I’ll think about these later.”

As you let the plates go, he moved away from the kitchen without releasing your wrist and led you toward a small garden situated at the back of the house. It was covered in pleasantly green grass and small white flowers, and the fences were dressed in a rampant plant that made the place look like a secret and magical place far away from the city.

“It’s so pretty,” you said with shiny eyes.

Akaashi let your wrist go and picked one of the small flowers. Then he came close to you and tucked it among your curly hair. “You are pretty,” he said then, looking closely at you.

Your mouth opened in a silent gasp as Akaashi leaned forward a bit more, his gaze fixed on you. It was your time to make a move now.

And so you did. You gathered all the courage you had in your body and placed your lips on his in a sweet, soft kiss.

When you were about to move away, Akaashi enveloped you with his arms and kept you close, kissing you once again.

Time stopped. You couldn’t feel the breeze brushing against your skin, you couldn’t hear the horn of a car nearby, you only felt Akaashi’s lips on yours. They were soft, delicate, and curious. He was kissing you slowly, like an explorer entering an unknown cave for the first time. His hands pressed against your back lightly, keeping you close.

You could feel butterflies in your stomach, a sensation long forgotten, and you couldn’t have felt happier.

Akaashi finally let go and looked at you with an enigmatic expression. “Do you want to lie down a bit?” he looked at the firmament, “The sky is particularly clear tonight.”

You looked at him, then at the turf under you, then back at him. “Sure.” A calm and happy smile was on your face.

You both laid down on the grass, a pleasant sensation of freshness tickling your necks and arms on that warm summer night. You were standing quite close, with your shoulders touching each other, but it wasn’t enough for Akaashi. He raised his torso and turned so that his head was now lying on your stomach.

“Tell me if I’m too heavy,” he said, his voice vaguely shy.

You didn’t reply by words but soon started stroking his soft, black hair while you looked at the small twinkling stars above.

Akaashi silently hummed in approval and you felt a tiny shiver run along the arm you were caressing him with.

You stayed like that for quite some time, partly talking, mostly in silence, a sense of peace permeating you both and the gentle breeze accompanying every moment.

Suddenly, Akaashi raised himself, placing his left arm on your right so that he could stand over you. His eyes were locked with yours and you could feel his gaze examining every detail of your face with a sweetness that you had never seen before in your life.

“It’s strange, you know? So much time has passed but I feel like it was yesterday that we ate together in school and that you came to see some of my training sessions.” He sighed. “It feels like it was yesterday when I looked at you while you were busy studying, trying to find the courage to ask you out.”

Your face contracted in an expression of incredulity. “Are you serious? You wanted to ask me out?” You had always wanted for him to ask you out, but he never did, so in the end, you thought he only thought of you as a friend.

Akaashi gazed at you like you had asked a very silly question. “Of course, I wanted to. But it never seemed like the right moment, especially since it was very rare to be alone with you, and, before I knew it, high school had ended.” Akaashi’s brows furrowed lightly and you could almost feel his regret.

You smiled sweetly at him. “But now we’re here,” you said, caressing his hair.

Akaashi’s expression relaxed, his face now beautifully serene, and he cupped your cheek with his right hand, getting close to you.

Soft, small kisses showered on you like fresh raindrops during a Summer storm and you felt a sense of pure bliss, your body tensing and relaxing at the same time.

It was maybe because of this relaxation that you were completely caught by surprise when you felt Akaashi’s tongue brush on your upper lip. Your breath broke for an instant and your lips disclosed, letting Akaashi push his tongue between them. With every passing moment, your kisses gained warmth, your head emptying completely and your body pleasantly tensing up in response.

It wasn’t long before Akaashi changed position, putting himself over you, his legs alternated with yours, his right hand now caressing your shoulder gently. His lips had made you forget every uncertainty and you soon found yourself biting his lower lip delicately, making him wince a little and giving the start to the wandering of his hand.

While you hooked your arms around his neck, in fact, Akaashi started touching you more and more, until his hand was under both your shirt and your bra and you were moaning softly at the touch of his fingers around your nipple.

Your kisses had become faster and sloppier and your breathing was excited. “I,” Akaashi started before giving you another kiss, “I’d really like to touch you more.”

You didn’t know exactly what he meant, but you trusted him, so you simply nodded and kissed him again, now curious about what was about to happen.

A moment later, you found yourself being grateful that you were wearing a skirt that day because Akaashi’s long fingers were now all over your thighs and he was touching your soft skin as if it was an extremely precious gem. His lips were now tickling your neck with warm kisses and soon sugary moans left your mouth as the man started trailing a couple of fingers along your core with only your panties separating him from your bare skin.

You were getting wet and you could feel it well. You thought that Akaashi must have felt it too because when he touched you his breathing stopped for a moment.

You unhooked your arms and started unbuttoning Akaashi’s shirt, soon starting to touch his slim, smooth chest. He inserted his hand under your panties, sliding his fingers directly along your wet folds, teasing you shortly before starting to focus on your clit. You had to bite your lip in order to avoid moaning out loud.

The idea of being outside crossed your mind for a moment but it was soon swept away when Akaashi started kissing you again, his member pressing on your thigh through his pants.

“Ke-Keiji…” you said, “Take off your pants.”

Akaashi didn’t need to be told twice. He moved his fingers away from you and took off his trousers, but when he looked at your aroused face he decided to lower his boxers too, making you bite your lip at the sight of his erection.

He hovered over you once again, his eyes intensely locked on you. “Can I?” he said in a soft voice.

“Yes,” you replied as you helped him raise your skirt a bit more and take off your panties, letting them hook on one of your ankles.

Akaashi then asked for confirmation one last time with his gaze and as you nodded he started rubbing the tip of his cock on the entrance of your core.

He is so hot. You wanted him inside you as you had wanted nothing else before in your life and your eyes got lost in the entirety of Akaashi’s body. You adored every single inch of him, from his lean body to his charming face.

He slowly pushed his member inside of you, finding a bit of resistance due to the lack of preparation and making your breathing laboured. He grunted almost imperceptibly as he went deeper, adding that solicitation to the physical one. After a moment of stillness in which he had let you adjust, he started moving. His movements were slow and helped you transform the pain you were feeling into sweet pleasure. Then he started thrusting a bit faster. You tried to hold back your moans as much as you could but there was a limit to the self-control you could muster as the wonderful man sank into you over and over again.

Your eyes, before closed, opened up to enjoy the beautiful view that unfolded in front of you and soon met Akaashi’s. His expression was beautiful and filled with pleasure as he quickened the pace once more.

At a certain point, you thought he might have been about to come, but he quickly pulled off and sat on his pants, which were lying on the grass, grabbing your wrist and making you sit on him. He moved your shirt and bra up your body, releasing your breasts once again and then put his hand on your hips, helping you lower yourself on him. Feeling his member filling you again, and in this position you could feel it even deeper, made you breathe shakily and that shaking only increased as Akaashi started moving too. You soon managed to fall into a pleasant rhythm. With every bounce of your body, the pleasure rose and when Akaashi took one of your nipples between his lips your resolution to remain quiet shattered with a series of soft moans.

Your breathing became laboured once again and so did Akaashi’s. You had to put a hand on your mouth to try and stop your moans that were now becoming louder and louder. You enjoyed Akaashi’s thrusts in you, feeling the hotness in your core rise and your walls tighten as you reached your orgasm. Your voice, your breasts brushing him, your inner walls clenching on him, all this made Akaashi reach his peak too and he quickly moved you aside as he released his arousal, his brows furrowed in a beautiful expression of pleasure.

You gazed at him and chuckled softly.

Akaashi looked at you with a curious and perplexed face. “Why are you laughing?”

You smiled softly. “Well, it took me six years, but I’ve finally been with the prettiest setter I’ve ever laid my eyes on…” You chuckled again.

Akaashi made a serious expression. “If I had known you really liked me we wouldn’t have needed to wait six years.”

You leaned closer and placed a honey kiss on his lips. “IFs are useless, let’s enjoy our present.”

At that point, the dark-haired man wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tight. “You are right. I want to enjoy my present every day from now on.” As he said that, he gave you a kiss on the cheek and hugged you a little bit tighter.