Current Mood: "Accidentally" Tripping And Falling Face-down, Ass-up In Front Of Iwaizumi And Then Staring

Current mood: "Accidentally" tripping and falling face-down, ass-up in front of Iwaizumi and then staring him dead in the eye while waiting for him to take the fucking hint.

Back arched and everything.

gojo because he can’t go one day without keeping it in his pants :// he’s a slut for good pussy fr

I WAS WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO SAY HIM i bet he would fold so fast for some coochie 🤩 HAHAHA

Build a sub workshop

Warnings: cursing

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~Accidental Reunions~

Miya Atsumu

"Shut up Osamu" The setter muttered in irritation towards his twin who was laughing at his absolute humiliation. Osamu never had something he could tease his brother with that would so easily pick at his nerves, but he finally found his new subject. The reason for all Miya Atsumus teasing. You.

The recent discovery that one of their MSBY Black Jackals teammates was crushing hard on the young, pretty librarian who was sitting in the stands at one of their games had left the team in shambles. It was highly unusual for Atsumu to develop crushes on anyone, but when he saw you in the crowd he had physically felt his heart stop.

The two of you had went to high school together. You could never forget the boy that was Miya Atsumu. He was tall, handsome and Captain of the Inarizaki High Volleyball team when he was a 3rd year and you were in your 2nd. He had never noticed you. Obviously. You weren't the sociable type. You had a small group of friends and by small you meant two. You always had your head in a book. And by some horrible turn of events someone upstairs had decided to give you bad eyesight, crooked teeth and acne. Hence the glasses, braces and multiple face masks. High-school for you was just your awkward phase and even though you had the biggest crush on the blonde Miya twin back then, you knew there was no chance in hell that he would've actually noticed you.

Atsumu had recognized you the minute he saw you in the crowd. The pretty girl who used to sit in his math class because she was too advanced for her own years. The girl that would lend him pencils and help him when he used to get stuck on number problems without any judgment. The girl who had reached into her bag and given him her granola bar because he's stomach had growled in class the day he missed breakfast. He hadn't seen you in years. He would never admit to the small infatuation he used to have on you in high school. Constantly looking for ways to talk to you but you were too smart for the likes of him and eventually he would just give up and settle for watching you from the sidelines.

Osamu had known about this crush for years of course. You were all his brother would talk about for months in high school so when he had followed his twins gaze to the pretty brunette in the stands he couldn't hold back his laugh. "I can't believe it! First girl you ever had a crush on attends the first game of the season. That's a sign. Oh and look at that she's looking right at you"

Atsumu felt his heart tumble when your pretty eyes found his and you held his stare. He watched mezmerised when a small smile curved at your lips and you lifted your hand to give him a cautious wave. He felt giddy. You noticed him. You remembered him. He was going to have to shove off these butterflies before he starts playing or else it was going to be a shitty start to what was supposed to be a good season.

"You know he hasn't taken his eyes off you" Your friend Akira whispered during half time and you turned to look at her.

"Who?" But you knew exactly who she was talking about because your eyes hadn't left him. You watched him play with enthusiasm and everytime their team had scored his eyes would move to the crowd, find yours and he'd smile like that point was made just for you. You knew it was your imagination but still you couldn't help the little tatters of your heart.

"Oh come on! You know exactly who I'm talking about. Does Miya Atsumu know you?" The question made you pause. Did he? Sure you were in the same math class but the fact that he would remember you all these years later was impossible. Right?

"We went to high school together" You murmured.

"Shut up! Were you guys a thing??" Akira grabbed your arm and shook you.

"Uhm no we hardly spoke at all" You turned your attention back to the game and blocked out Akiras excited babbles. This was beginning starting to make you feel like a teenager again.

They had won. They had fucking won! Atsumu was tackled by an excited Bokuto who's screams merged with the crowds.

"That's what I'm talking about! Fucking killed that man! We're celebrating! Tonight" But he wasn't listening. His eyes for what felt like the hundreth time tonight found yours and he visibly melted at the proud grin you were shooting his way. He had to talk to you. He had to.

"I'll catch up with you guys later, man. I gotta go do something first" You watched as the setter slid away from his teammate and made A beeline towards where you were standing . You froze. Was he coming to talk to you?"

"Y/n I'm going to go talk to my friend real quick" Akira squealed knowingly and left you just as the blonde boy came to stand in front of you

"Y/n?" Your eyes widened comically. Did he just say your name or did you imagine it

"Miya." You sounded breathless. Oh fuckity fuck man "That was a great game. You played brilliantly"

He rubbed the back of his neck flushing at your praise and shrugged "It was nothing. Its really good to see you. How-" He cleared his throat "How have you been?"

"Great! Thanks for asking. How've you been?" You asked.

"Better now." You flushed like a school girl "You want to grab a drink with me? Catch up?"

"Uhm sure" You mumbled and he grinned motioning you to walk out of the stadium with him.

"What? Right now? Don't you want to celebrate with you team?" You asked when he grabbed your hand to help you down the staircase.

"Not really. I rather celebrate with you. You look pretty by the way" He said the last sentence quietly and you laughed

"Yes I'm alot better than what I was in high school"

"You were beutiful in high school" He Defended harshly and then clamped his mouth shut when the words spilled. Your walk along the concrete path came to a dead stop.

"Don't lie Atsumu. I was hideous. It's okay I've accepted it" You felt his arm tug you so he could look at you straight in the eye.

"You listen l/n y/n, you were gorgeous in high school and you're even more gorgeous right now. And I don't want to hear it because I'm only supposed to start flattering you when we're in the restaurant so you'll agree to go out with me. You're ruining my game plan"

You physically buzzed. Did he always have this way of making you feel like a school girl . You laughed incredulously making him smile.

"You don't have to flatter me. I'll go out with you regardless " He grabbed your hand again, linking your fingers he smiled to himself.

"I'm going to do it anyway. I have years to make up for"

i don't know why but my mind is just filled with toji right now. like just imagine him on top of you with one hand around your throat, squeezing just hard enough to where you don't pass out on him, while the other rubs circles on your sensitive little clit. moaning out profanities as he tells you how good you feel. "fuck you feel so good. that's right, fucking take it."

but he'd also mock the shit out of you too. he'd fake pout and say something like, "aww poor baby, is it too much for you?" as he slams his hips into yours at a faster, tougher pace. "now be a good little whore and take your masters cock."

mmmm toji.