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the following is the main masterlist for works written by adenosine. works shown here may be posted to other blogs ran by adenosine that are no longer active, namely @bxbblegumprincex and @nyctof-isle.

♠ smut | ♥ fluff | ♣ angst | ♦ over 1.5k words

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 [𝐇𝐐]

OIKAWA TOORU

✒ achilles come down

⤷ cw : crying lol

TSUKISHIMA KEI

✒ when the reader has anxiety

⤷ cw : mentions of anxiety/panic attacks

✒ when he punishes you for being a brat

⤷ cw : public cumplay, shitty first ever smut

KENMA KOZUME

✒ camgirl!reader giving a private show

⤷ cw : terrible smut

VARIOUS

✒ Kuroo, Tsukishima, Kenma, Oikawa, and Iwaizumi with an s/o who’s stressed over final results

⤷ cw : poor attempt at comfort

✒ supporters of the itty bitty titty committee

⤷ cw : very mild NSFW

✒ comfort for satan's water fall

𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍 [𝐉𝐉𝐊]

GOJO SATORU

✒ To My Greatest Love (smau)

⤷ cw : eventual mild angst, violence

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ASKS ARE OPEN

okay so my blog is relatively new for writing therefore!! I am putting this out there that (1) my asks are open and (2) requests are more than welcome right now so if you have a request, feel free to stop by and I'll get to it ASAP! I'll write for timeskip haikyuu, and gojo and sukuna from Jujutsu Kaisen~

this has been a PSA

IM FEELING SO SINGLE THIS IS AMAZING CHEFS KISS 😮‍💨😩😔😮‍💨😩

your hcs for inarizaki has my heart fluttering oh my ;-; can i request hcs for when the inarizaki boys are in a situation where they’re so in love with their s/o that they say “i’m gonna marry you one day” wjshdhx they make me feel so soft:((

WHEN THEY REALIZE THEY WANT TO MARRY YOU

CHARACTERS: atsumu + osamu + suna + (gn!reader)

WARNINGS: none

NOTES: i made these lil blurbs <3 they're all so soft :)

atsumu realized when he came home after a long practice to see you sitting on the couch in one of his shirts and a pair of pajama shorts.

dinner was on the stove and the house was cleaned. it's not that he failed to realize everything you did for him while he was working before, it's just that for some reason on that night it all hit him.

he was so grateful to have you in his life, to come home to you every day. as soon as he laid eyes on you, warmth burst in his chest and a smile spread on his face.

you ran up to him and he caught you in his arms, smiling from ear to ear as he squeezed you and held you tight, letting you wrap your legs around his waist.

"hi tsumu," you kissed his cheek and rested your head on his chest. "missed you today." your voice was saccharine, pulling him further into you.

he kissed your temple before resting his cheek on your head, "god i missed you too baby." his voice was quieter when he spoke up, he hadn't even meant to say it out loud, but it slipped. "can't wait to marry you some day."

at first, he paused, nerves running through his body but as soon as you lifted your head to show that your smile never faltered, if anything it got bigger––he felt relief wash over him and pulled you in for a sweet kiss, your teeth clashing from your beaming smiles as he walked over to the couch.

"m'gonna marry the hell outta you––"

osamu realized on one of your typical nights, where he made dinner for the both of you.

you slid your arms around his waist, a huge smile on your face as you eagerly asked if dinner was ready. he smiled to himself as he continued to mix everything in the pan, making sure the sauce soaked in well. he let one of his hands reach down to caress your arm, "almost."

he looked over his shoulder, "you can go sit down and i'll bring the food soon." you let out a small okay but you ended up staying with him until he turned the stove off, swaying with him lightly as you held him tight.

you ate dinner side by side, your legs in his lap, one of his hands resting on your thigh as you fed each other occasionally.

afterwards, you both cuddled up on the couch to digest the food before you went to bed and you fell asleep, thanks to his warmth and the gentle caress of his fingertips along your side.

he watched you, peaceful in your sleep with a fond smile on his face, bringing a hand up to your cheek as he pressed his lips against your forehead. "can't wait to marry you one day, angel."

his thumb that was rubbing small circles on your cheek paused when you spoke up, your eyes still closed. "who knew you were such a softie," you teased, hiding the fact that your heart was beating wildly in your chest.

osamu rolled his eyes playfully but gave your forehead another small kiss. "only for you."

suna realized on a random sunday morning.

the sun was peeking through the blinds, brightening the whole room. he stretched his arms above his head, letting out a long, silent yawn as he looked over to see the time––too early.

he brought his attention to his side when he felt movement on the bed. you rolled over to face him, half-asleep and gave him a dopey and tired smile as you slid your way into his arms. "mm hi rin." you whispered into his shirt, already falling back asleep.

he smiled and held you close, melting into your embrace. he found himself thinking about you, and you future together. he wanted to spend the rest of his sundays like this, in bed with you, falling asleep in each others arms over and over until you got hungry and had to get up.

his eyes traced over your face, the slope of your nose, your lips, he got lost in your image, the comfort just the sight of you brought him. "m'gonna marry you, just you watch."

you weren't awake, really, but some part of your mind heard words coming from his mouth, another part figured he was talking about plans, so you mumbled out a response. "mkay––but for now, sleep." your words were barely coherent but they brought a smile to his face.

he got a good look at you before shutting his eyes as well, his lips still curved up. "sleep tight, babe."

THIS MAN 😩😩😩 your honor why am i still single 😔

above the clouds // 雲上

timeskip! miya atsumu x gn! reader

genre: fluff

summary: you try to guess who the familiar handsome stranger you’re seated next to on the plane is

wc 1.4k :)

“AB23…AB23…,” you whispered under your breath, dragging the worn suitcase along the narrow, crowd-filled space, abruptly stopping when you look up and spot the AB row, a heavy body crashing into you from behind, the person quickly holding your shoulders to stabilise you, before politely retracting their hands just as quickly.

you turn back to see a tall blonde haired man, a little taken aback at the handsome face staring back at you, you eyed his athletic physique a little before profusely apologising. cheeks a little reddened.

“don’t worry about it, are you okay?” he leaned towards to inspect you for injuries as you instinctively step back, you were definitely flustered, it’s not everyday an attractive man gives you this much attention.

“yeah i’m good,” you responded giving him the thumbs up, quickly placing your carry on in the top compartment and taking the window seat, desperately hoping you wouldn’t have to interact with the gorgeous stranger and possibly embarrassing yourself anymore than you already have.

oh little did you know, the handsome stranger returned taking the seat next to yours.

noticing your confused stare, “got a little distracted finding my seat,” he said.

“oh, you look strangely familiar,” your head cocked to the side, as you tried to figure out who he was.

“really now?” atsumu sits up straighter, you were cute and he wasn’t gonna let an opportunity as good as this slip by. the devious little fox couldn’t contain his smile as an interesting idea popped up in his head. “if you can guess who I am, I’ll treat you to coffee and a meal, but if you don’t, well I like espressos.” he smiled victoriously, he wins no matter what.

honestly you knew your chances were low but you weren’t exactly thinking with your head, thoughts fixating more on the idea of having dinner with him. ah well you were on vacation anyway, what’s letting a little loose gonna do?

✈️✨✈️☁️

“i got it! you’re an actor aren’t you?”

“nope. wrong again.~” he laughed, pushing his tupperware of grapes towards you before popping one in his mouth.

“hmm….,” you eyed him, strong jaw, well defined features, and he was in amazing shape, “a model?”

“well…,” you held your breath in anticipation, “sometimes.”

“what does that even mean?!” grabbing a handful of grapes and stuffing your mouth with them. in a muffled voice you manage to say, “model sometimes…a fellow struggling college student trying to make some extra cash on the side?”

“we-" 

"nah, everything on you screams expensive." 

"hey! what’s that supposed to mean.”

atsumu couldn’t help but grin at you, your nose scrunched up, eyebrows furrowed as you try to place who he was, cute, he thought.

Keep reading

180 personality change.

Ships: suna × f!reader x miya twins

Summery: just y/n being annoying but them finding her cute.

Words: 669

Type: fluff || funny || sfw

≛ ، . ‹ ִֶָ . ָ࣪ ‹ ャ ִֶָ ≛ ، . ‹࿔ৡ⃪꫶⃗၇͜ᩘ🦋͜ᩘ၇⃪⃖ৡ࿔ ‹ ャ ִֶָ ≛ ، . ‹ ִֶָ . ָ࣪ ‹ ャ ִֶָ

"Go away, you're annoying" suna muttered pushing y/n away who was annoying the hell out of him.

"Aw but I know you love me!" The female teen tease with a smirk on her face as she came closer.

"I know you simp for me" she tiptoe to be closer to his ear "I know you dream of me too and I know what kinda dream is it too- Da'k!"

She whispered into his ear but in the end of the sentence suna put his hand on her mouth shutting her up.

"I swear to God if you say one more thing.. I will choke you to dead" he gave her a death glared but as soon he let go of her mouth..

"Oh yeah?" Y/n stated as her smirk got bigger. Suna knew the next word that's gonna come out of your mouth is gonna be something annoying.

"Choke me like you hate me but you love me~" she sang running around him in a circle, Not caring if others saw it.

And if it weren't already enough before, now everyone was looking at them which was making suna wanted to dig a hole and bury the teen girl alive..

In the corner was the tiwns watching them, Atsumu put his hands on his hip and said "at first I thought she was the cute, shy and innocent type.."

Osamu hemmed in response, both remembering the first time they saw her.

Osamu, Atsumu and suna were on their way to gym but someone bump into Osamu making all the page fall everywhere.

"A-ah.." they all looked down and saw a [h/c] haired girl on the floor picking up the page in a hurry.

"I'm s-sorry" she mumbled not looking at them then she stood up and bow before running away. All of them thought she was quite the shy one... well that was until they get to know her.

Looking at her now it's like her personality did a 180 switch or something.

"She did change a lot" kita said as he joined the twins, Both twins nodded agreeing with him.

"She's quite wild" Osamu said looking at the first year girl who was laughing and annoying his friend.

Atsumu quickly looked at his twin with wide eyes "oi samu! You're simping?" He asked his twin and Osamu's eyes widened as his face turned red from embarrassment?? Orr..

"No!" He defended himself "I didn't want to call her flirty or a pervert so I.." he tiled off, looking away.

"Bro.." Atsumu said with a unreadable face. "Don't give me that look!, You, yourself simp for her!" Osamu Whisper yelled so the others wouldn't hear.

"No I don't-" Atsumu was about to defend himself but got cut off "suree, as your twin I can read you like a book you know?" Now it was This time to go red.

"Okay okay. Don't fight" kita stopped them as both were about to get in to a fight.

"Yo" y/n popped out of nowhere giving all the three of them a jumpscare but Atsumu was the only one who show it.

"HA!" Y/n hold her stomach as she bust out laughing and so did Osamu.

"DON'T LAUGH! BOTH OF YOU!" Atsumu yelled but it didn't effect both of them one bit..

"Wait what happened to your forehead y/n?" Kita changed the subject as he saw her a red mark on her forehead.

Now all the attention was on y/n forehead. She covered it up with her hand as she puff out her cheeks "suna bonk me" she sulked "he's such a meanie!"

"I can hear you" suna said not really looking at her. "THATS BECAUSE I WANT YOU TO. SO YOU CAN FEEL GUILTY FOR HITTING A CUTE GIRL LIKE ME" she yelled as she put her hand on her hips.

Suna ignored her but in the end all of them smiled at her childish behavior "it is cute" they all thought.

Buy me ko-fi please?

Requesting assistance. There is an Osamu fic I’m thinking about where you meet him through his brother but you have a boyfriend/fiancé that is a dickhead. Its inspired by a slow song that I can’t remember the name of please tell me someone knows who wrote it I beg.

— haikyuu boys with an anxious reader

warnings: none C:

note from nia: more comfort for me <3 the stuff listed is based off my personal experience & friends !

orders food for you, tells the waiter when your order is messed up, the one to talk and pay at checkout, takes your wrappers to the garbage can across the room, presses send on texts or emails when you ask, makes sure you're included in the conversation with new people (if you want to be), doesn't force you to join games/events

tanaka, matsukawa, lev, yaku, kuroo, bokuto, iwaizumi, oikawa, kindaichi, goshiki, koganegawa, atsumu

lets you play with his fingers, walks you through breathing exercises, never leaves your side at events with loads of people, makes a code word for when you don't want to talk or want to leave, has a routine ready for after a long draining day, never takes it personally when you take a while to respond

daichi, tsukishima, kenma, semi, osamu, sakusa, shirabu, hanamaki, tendo, suna

asks for and writes down any triggers, puts your big events/projects in his calendar, listens to your favorite playlist with you before them and has gifts/dates ready for after, buys you fidget toys/any sensory things that help, helps you practice for presentations with a soft reassuring smile, can tell when you feel anxious and quietly offers for both of you to leave

yamaguchi, ennoshita, sugawara, asahi, kuroo, akaashi, aran

cheers you on before and after doing something out of your comfort zone, purposely embarrasses himself if you do (falls when you fall), distracts you when you're feeling anxious, plays along when you use humour as a coping mechanism, has a special ringtone for you in case you need help at anytime (and just because he loves you), always offers to go to new events with you so you have a safe person

hinata, nishinoya, tanaka, bokuto, oikawa, atsumu, tendo, lev, yamamoto, koganegawa

reads up on anxiety/panic attacks/etc. as well as coping mechanisms on his own time, sends you anything he thinks might help, reminds you to take your medication, asks if you want someone to listen or advice before a rant, if he has already done something you need to do he will list out what to expect (the specific places you'll need to go/things you'll need to do, etc.)

kageyama, tsukishima, daichi, iwaizumi, ushijima, kunimi, kyotani, kita

holds your hand in crowded places, lets you rest your head on his chest or shoulder when taking a break, presses a kiss to your forehead and says "good job", always hugs back without asking, chooses where to sit on the bus for the both of you, makes sure you know you can end a call whenever you want to

sugawara, akaashi, iwaizumi, kyotani, aran, osamu, suna, sakusa

yesterday, you and atsumu had the first fight.

it wasn’t anything big, mainly just a heated argument, but you figured since there was so much pressure on it — the first after your marriage — it was a bit harder to diffuse than usual.

it was hard to diffuse at all. usually when you and atsumu get into arguments, you always come up with a middle ground to agree on, but for some reason, for yesterday, for that heartbreakingly annoying fight, you just couldn’t find a compromise.

the two of you decide it’s best to go to sleep separately, because maybe, space can fix what words can’t — so atsumu takes the bed (you insisted on this) and you take the futon on the floor.

and just like that, the way night becomes morning, your first fight with atsumu, becomes the first night the two of you sleep apart.

“good morning.” his voice is the first thing you hear as you open your eyes.

your gaze fixates on the sudden light, and the first thing you notice, the first thing you wake up to, is atsumu laying straight across from you.

“were you watching me sleep?” you say through yawns, overcoming the urge to stretch your arms above your head.

atsumu laughs, then he takes a second to reply, then another, and another.

he looks at you, “….no.”

and you look at him, tilting your head as you shoot him an unconvinced glance.

and he sighs, “yes.”

you smile, yawning again and telling him with a side eye, “creep.”

you remember two things from the night before; an argument that lead to you pulling out a futon since you decided it’s best to sleep separately, and the aching urge to retract the previous statement since atsumu had all the best pillows.

you remember the cold floor, the lumpy pillow, but you don’t remember atsumu sleeping next to you.

in fact, the whole reason you were on the floor was to be away from atsumu. so what the hell was he doing next to you right now?

“we’re both on the floor.” you point out, turning on your side to face him.

he nods, “yeah.”

and you notice that he isn’t particularly sleeping on anything — just the comforter and a few pillows surrounding him, but nothing really to cushion his body from the ground.

you blink, “aren’t you cold?”

and he tells you, “yeah.”

“did the bed kick you off or something?” you laugh, inching closer to him with your futon, the comforters by your feet reaching out to his space, and he’s comfortable enough to laugh with you.

he shakes his head, “i don’t like sleeping without you.”

and atsumu thinks that he’d rather, in a thousand lifetimes, sleep on the hard, cold floors next to you, than sleep on the most comfortable bed without you.

he’s grown dependent on your warmth, and he’s grown dependent on waking up next to you.

so after hours of tossing and turning on that big, lonesome bed, he chose to drag his blanket and pillows, setting them on the floor close to you, and dozing off the second he has you back in his touch.

he’s grown dependent on you.

and his back hurts like hell.

“i’m sorry for yesterday.” he tells you, breaking his line of thoughts, and he appreciates that the two of you are facing each other right now.

you shrug, “it was bound to happen.”

“are ya still mad?” he asks you, a bit gentler this time, and he’s still unsure of what he’d do if you tell him that you are.

you shake your head, “i don’t think so.”

and atsumu let’s out the breath he didn’t even realize he was holding onto.

you call out to him this time, “are you mad?”

and he tells you, toothy smile and all, “never mad.”

atsumu miya, blunt and mean and cold hearted in high school, could never bring himself to be upset with you, because you’re probably the only person he can’t risk to lose.

“you can be, you know.” you tell him, smiling as you feel his arm on your waist pull you closer.

atsumu, amused, raises a brow, “i can?”

“yeah!” you nod, cheering, voice laced with silence morning laughter, “go throw rocks at a lake or smash a pillow or something.”

and atsumu snickers, “smash a pillow?”

“well, i don’t know, what do people do when they’re mad?” you laugh, pushing him away as he pulls you too close, and before you know it, you’re on the hard, cold floors with him.

your face close to his, his arm right around your waist, and there’s laughter and coldness in the air.

“do you want to iron my clothes?” you smile.

and atsumu looks at you, “ya think people iron other people’s clothes when they’re mad?”

“oh yeah,” you nod, mocking as you continue to say, “especially when they’re angry, i think they might even make breakfast.”

and atsumu laughs, not entirely because he finds you funny, but mostly because it’s five in the morning and you’re already smiling ear to ear close to him.

he asks you, “then, am i mad?”

“furious.” you tell him, nodding, “you might even want to do the dishes after.”

atsumu, still amused from your jokes, pulls you into a kiss, one that matches the morning sun and the lingering smell of love in the air.

toothy kiss, smiley kiss, intimate kiss.

all the frustration from yesterday’s arguments, all the pent up feelings turning into snarky remarks and frowns and the slight change of tone that could be sharp enough to pierce — all gone into the kiss.

he pulls away briefly, “morning.”

and you tell him against his lips, “morning.”

and he’s back to kissing you again. on the floor. cold and barely covered by the white comforters. he kisses you over and over again.

you and atsumu are bound to argue here and there, but in no means will that ever make you less loved by him.

he pulls away, and you smell a lot like love.

“i’m sorry for yesterday.” he tells you, his hands still close on your waist, and you feel the way his heartbeat is jumping out of his chest.

you smile, “you said that already.”

“i don’t want you to leave me.” he says, voice low, and he opts to bury his face in the crook of your neck as he pulls you closer.

your tone softens, “for an argument?”

and he shakes his head against your skin, barely muttering as he peppers bitterly kisses along the nape of your neck to your shoulder, and atsumu says, “for anything.”

because you could do the meanest things to him, the cruelest and the coldest - not that you ever would - but even then, he would still choose you.

you nod, “we’ll be fine.”

he's a pirate

pairing: pirate captain!atsumu x fem!reader

wc: 2.8k

warnings: nsfw, porn with some plot, wax play, impact play, degradation, dom!atsumu, sub!reader, general threats of violence, a sprinkle of authority kink, reader is choked once, fluffy ending

a/n: for the love of FUCK this is not accurate or realistic wax play. please do NOT pour wax from random ass candles on any part of your body thank u

Isn’t this just perfect, you had to get caught didn’t you, you chastise yourself. 

“Unhand me at once you pathetic, filthy pirate!” you screech at the wretched man holding your arms.

“You say pirate like it's a bad thing.” 

You stop thrashing, directing your attention up to the quarter deck. There stands a tall young man with tufts of blonde hair sticking out from under his preposterous hat. He looks down at you and an amused smirk tugs at his lips. “We’re not all that bad.”

The man holding you shoves you down to the floor. You barely keep yourself from falling face first onto the deck.

You glare up at him, flipping your hair out of your face, “I’ll kill you.” you spit.

The man laughs. “We both know you’re not capable of killin’ me, love.” He walks up to the railing, leaning against it. “I’m much too handsome.”

“Give me a break.” you huff. 

“We caught ‘er tryin’ to steal some of our supplies, capn’.”

“Oh? You’ve got some nerve sweetheart,” he chuckles darkly. The blonde makes his way around the railing and down the steps. You watch him carefully, trying to guess what he is playing at. 

He stands before you, and unsheaths his sword. His expression is unreadable as he fits the tip of the blade beneath your chin, tilting your head up to meet his eyes. You clench your jaw, trying to keep yourself from saying something idiotic. 

“Do you know how I punish thieves, poppet?” His voice is sickeningly condescending. 

You keep your mouth shut, refusing to give this moron the satisfaction of following along. By now, a small crowd of crew members had formed, all of them enjoying the free entertainment. 

The captain rolls his eyes, looking around at the rest of his crew, “How should we punish her, eh boys?”

A mess of responses comes from the men. 

“Throw ’er overboard!”

“Strip ‘er and tie ‘er to the mast!”

 “Slit ‘er throat!”

You’re sure the fear is visible in your eyes. The captain looks quite amused by the whole ordeal. 

“True, I usually just throw thieves overboard. But,” he leans down, his face a few mere inches away from yours. “I think I should handle yer punishment a little more... personally.” He turns to face his crew again, “I’ll handle this myself, get back to work ya morons.” 

The crew disperses, groaning in disappointment. They were hoping for a much more entertaining conclusion. But you know this isn’t over for you. 

He finally withdraws his blade and pulls you up to your feet, “Follow me love. Let’s discuss yer punishment in private.” he whispers into your ear. 

As soon as the door of the captain’s quarter’s clicked shut he broke the silence. 

“y/n.” 

“Miya.” you growl. “I meant it when I said I’d kill you.”

“Tch, don’t be like that poppet-”

“Don't call me that.”

“Right. Forgot ya hated that name.” Atsumu sighs, “Love, I know I was a dick. I don’t expect ya to just let me back in, but please give me a chance.”

You sit down in a chair. “And why would I do that, Miya?”

He leans over you, hand on either arm of the chair, trapping you. “Ya know ya miss me. Us.” 

You scrunch up your nose. “That’s awfully arrogant of you.”

He leans in further, nose bumping against yours. “C’mon love. At least stay the night, for old time’s sake.”

You don’t know what possesses you at that moment. This is the man that had left you behind, without so much as a proper warning. He told you in passing he wanted to leave one night and never return. The next day you had woken up to a cold bed and a missing ship. 

You had every intention of chopping off his dick and shoving down his throat if you ever saw him again. But here you are, kissing him as though you still needed him with every fiber of your being.

He grazes your lips with his teeth, hands wandering your body freely.

“Fuck, I missed ya so much love.” Atsumu’s leg slips between your and bumps against your sensitive core. You whimper against his lips, hating how easily you slip into a submissive state for him. 

Atsumu pulls away and boasts a dangerous smirk on his lips. “I’m supposed to be punishing ya darlin’, the men won’t believe I kept my word unless they hear some screamin’.”

He grips the front of your blouse, pulls you out of the chair and shoves you onto his bed. He climbs on top of you, easily tearing the fabric between his fingers. His eyes roll back when he’s greeted with the familiar sight of your bare breasts, barely biting back a groan as he eagerly gropes them. You wrap your legs around his waist, grinding up against his hardening cock. Atsumu kisses you sloppily, teeth roughly clashing against yours. You reach up to throw off his stupid hat and thread your fingers through his hair.

“This is,” you gasp as Atsumu drags his thumb around your nipple, “quite the punishment, Miya.”

In an instant, Atsumu ceases all movement. “You’ve forgotten who yer dealin’ with, princess.” 

He unhooks your legs from around his waist and gets off the bed. You start to sit up, but Atsumu quickly shoves you back down, his massive hand wrapped almost entirely around your throat. “Did I tell you to fuckin’ move?” 

“N-no,” you choke out.

He raises an eyebrow. “Ya seem to have forgotten your manners as well, what a damn shame.”

Before you can react, he releases your neck and slaps you across the face. The sound of the impact echoes throughout the room and rings in your ears.

Atsumu grips your face tightly and forces you to face him. “Let’s try again shall we?” He leans in, his lips ghosting over your own, so close that you can feel his hot breath mingling with yours. 

“Did I give you permission to move?”

You swallow, trying to speak without trembling, “No, s-sir.”

There’s a satisfied glint in his eyes as he releases you. You make sure to stay perfectly still. Without a word of acknowledgement he walks over to his desk, shrugs off his coat, and removes the pistols you were mortified to realize you hadn’t detected. 

From your spot on the bed you get a perfect view of the wonders his pants do for his ass. You're so distracted you don’t notice Atsumu lighting a candle before walking back over to the bedside. 

“Clothes off.”

Once you’ve stripped bare, Atsumu lays you on your back and spreads your legs. Your cunt is already glistening from the heated kissing and grinding.

“You’re positively drenched, darlin’.” 

He reaches over to grab the red candle from the table. He holds it over your stomach, before grinning again. “You’re not allowed to move, but screaming is highly encouraged.”

With that he tilts the candle, letting a drop of wax plop onto your stomach. You hiss and squirm, the heat almost unbearable for a moment. You’re ashamed to admit the sharp pain goes straight to your twitching pussy. Another drop falls a bit higher up your torso. It takes all your willpower to keep still. 

To only make matters worse, as Atsumu drips the candle wax onto your breasts he uses his free hand to start teasing your clit. You mewl as he rubs up and down your slit, inserting a finger as wax lands on your hardened nipples. His fingers graze against that tender spot inside, you arch your back, grinding on his hand. 

“F-fuck, right there!” you choke out. Your eyes are screwed shut, but you feel the drips of wax traveling further down your body. 

“Yer movin’ again,” Atsumu leans forward, the candle flame licking the skin of your side, “Are ya this desperate for me? All that time on your own really did make ya a whore, hmm?”

You shake your head, “No, I didn-”

Before you can finish, Atsumu quickly removes his hand and slaps it against your cunt, hard. You can’t suppress the screech ripped from your throat. 

He sits back between your thighs and sets the candle on the floor by the bed. He nods to your legs, “Grab ‘em and hold ‘em to yer chest. Now.”

You do as he says, feeling your face get hot again. Atsumu’s view must be entirely obscene. If someone were to walk in now, there would be no saving your dignity. 

Atsumu’s eyes are dark and hungry, he hits your cunt again with more force than before. A loud and wet slap echoes in the room along with your shriek. You heave, trying to catch your breath.

He lowers his face between your legs and licks a stripe up, leaving a kiss on your clit. “Such a filthy little whore. Yer really enjoying this aren’t ya?”

You nod your head rapidly, “Y-yes sir, I am.”

“So ya haven’t learned yer lesson about stealin’ from me?”

Oh shit. That’s right.

“I, uh...”

Fuck, you can’t think straight with his tongue grazing against your soaked hole.

“No? Well I’ll have to really punish ya then.”

He holds the candle directly over your pussy, eyes gleaming. 

“W-wait-” You’re interrupted by your own scream as the first drop of wax hits your clit with a plop! 

“That’s what I like to hear, darlin’.” Atsumu’s face boasts a sadistic grin as he continues his assault on your cunt. 

You keep screaming with each drop, the stinging only making you wetter than you already were. Your fingernails leave bright red crescents on your thighs as you grip them to your chest, using all your strength to stay still. There’s wax all over your swollen cunt and you’re sure it must look like an absolute mess. 

“I think yer ready now.” Atsumu mumbles, undoing his pants and taking out his cock. He readjusts himself and teases your dripping pussy with his impossibly hard length. You whimper every time he slips just the head of his cock in. 

“Fuckin’ hell, doll yer still so tight.” He groans, finally pushing all the way in.

Your vision is blurry from all the overwhelming sensations. Atsumu pulls out almost completely before ramming his hips back against yours. Your mouth drops open as he sets the brutal pace you were so familiar with from all those years ago. You whimper and whine with every wet slap of his cock drilling into you. 

Without slowing his pace, Atsumu picks the candle back up. He grins down at you, tipping it over again and lands a particularly large glob of wax on your clit. Your scream is guttural, the feeling of Atsumu hitting your g-spot while the burning wax stimulates your swollen clit entirely overwhelming.

You start to feel a familiar tension in your stomach. Your cunt clenches around Atsumu’s cock, making him throw his head back, eyes screwed shut. He takes a ragged breath before looking you in the eyes and presses his thumb harshly against the wax on your clit.

“F-fuck! Sir, I’m cumming!” You scream, legs shake so violently you lose your grip on them. Before they can hit the bed Atsumu blows out the candle and throws it to the ground. He uses his free arm to hold them back up against you. 

“That’s it darlin’, just like that, keep cumming for me.” Atsumu presses himself harder against you as his thrusts get sloppier. He groans loudly as he cums inside you, his grip on your legs loosening. 

He lets out a ragged breath as his movements come to a stop and he helps you lower your sore legs to the bed.

He leans over you, his strong arms on either side of your head. He kisses you the way he did earlier, as loving as ever. He pulls away from your lips and presses his forehead to yours. You both stay there in comfortable silence for a moment. 

Once you’ve caught your breath, you whisper, “I think we should clean up.”

Atsumu sighs, but reluctantly moves off of you. Dry wax on your body uncomfortably cracks with the movement.

You scrunch up your nose, how the hell are you going to get this off of you?

“Well then? How was that?” Atsumu asks.

 “I suppose,” you turn your head to the captain, “that was satisfactory.” 

Atsumu snorts, “Just satisfactory huh? I’ll go harder next time then, princess.”

You shiver, knowing full well he will keep his word. You also don’t fail to notice his choice of words.

Next time.

You watch as Atsumu stands up and starts pulling his pants back on. The thin sheen of sweat covering his back makes him almost glow in the sunlight shining through the window. He pulls his cotton tunic over his head and turns back to you, a soft look in his eyes. “Let’s get ya cleaned up shall we?”

He opens a cabinet to pull out a cloth and bottle. He places them on the bedside table before situating himself beside you. He douses the cloth with a thick liquid. 

“What is that?” you ask, watching as he starts rubbing it into your skin and over the wax. 

“Olive oil, it’ll get the wax right off of yer skin. I don’t wanna hurt ya or let ya rip the pieces off.” Atsumu dutifully works at your skin, slowly but surely getting all the wax off, and leaving you very oily instead. 

“Miya?”

“I think we’re a bit past the formalities dontcha think?”

You smile sadly, “Atsumu, why are you here? You said you weren’t coming back.”

Atsumu sighs, “I know what I said. And I meant it when I said it, but I was an idiot.”

“Not surprised.”

“Watch it.” Atsumu pinches your leg playfully. “I didn’t realize that what I was looking for wasn’t on the other side of the world.” 

He puts down the rag and walks over to his coat. You sit up against the headboard as he rumages for something in its pockets. He pulls out a little brown box with gold detailing around its borders. He circles the bed, taking a seat beside you. He meets your eyes, “Can’t believe I needed this thing to realize what I really wanted.” 

You frown as he opens the box, expecting to see a giant diamond or aztec gold. 

“A broken compass.” You say, unimpressed.

Atsumu groans, “I’m trying to be dramatic here and yer ruining my moment.” He takes a deep breath, “Yes, it's a compass. But it’s not broken, it points toward whatever it is you most desire.” 

The needle spins back and forth for a split moment before picking a direction. You twist your head back to look behind you, “You want the rum on the table?”

“For fuck’s sake y/n and ya say I’m dense.” He runs a hand down his face. “It’s pointing at you.”

You freeze for a moment. He can’t possibly mean that. 

“Atsumu I swear to god if you're messing with me...” your voice trails off.

Atsumu puts the compass down and takes hold of your hands, “I swear on my life, yer everything I want in this world. I’m fully prepared to sell the ship and stay with ya on dry land if that’s what ya want.”

You blink back tears, “There’s no need to be so dramatic.” You move over so he can take a seat beside you. “I don’t want you to give up sailing. I never did. All I wanted was for you to take me with you, to be with you.”

Atsumu shakes his head, “I was so fuckin’ stupid.”

You smile and curl up next to him, “Not as stupid as I am giving you a second chance. Don’t make me regret this.”

Atsumu drapes his arm around you, planting a kiss on your head, “I’ll make you a pirate queen, darlin’. Just you wait.”

You giggle, “So where are we headed, captain?”

Atsumu grabs the compass again. With his arm secured around you, the needle starts spinning again. It settles in the general direction of the island. 

You raise a brow at him, challenging him to explain why the needle was pointing toward the village.

Atsumu grins like an idiot and reaches over you to snatch the bottle of rum. He rips out the cork with his teeth and spits it out to the floor. He takes a swig before holding it up to your lips, carefully pouring some into your mouth. 

Taking the compass back into his hands it finally settles, pointing out to the open ocean.

You smile, “Looks like we have a heading. Any idea where it may be taking us?”

Atsumu is quiet for a moment, before turning back to you. In his eyes is a glimmer of adventure. Those are the eyes of a troublemaker you fell in love with oh so long ago. 

“Ever heard of the fountain of youth?”

My love, mine all mine

(Angst-tober, multi-fandom, un-edited)

Author's note: This is pure angst. There is no bright side. This is it (life sucks rn so everyone gotta suffer)

Ever since you were kids, he's known that your loyalty ends up being a convoluted way for you to hold grudges. The lady at the supermarket who side-eyed your mom? She's never understood why a child stares at her with such loathing every time she goes by. Or the girl who stole your friend's toys, she's never getting in a partner or group project with you or your friend. Or even the time that one boy stole your candy. Your fierce love for yourself and others always led to something.

He knows this. He's seen it. Hell, he's even been at the receiving end of it sometimes, He is also aware of the fact that you can never seem to hold a grudge for long if it involves him. Can't not share your lunches with him after a few days, even though he lost your favorite pencil. Can't not be mad at him for forgetting your birthday present when you were teenagers.

In a sense, he should be grateful for that, because when he finally asks you out after so many years of endless pining, you don't greet him with suspicion or hesitation.

He gets a blinding smile and a hug, along with a yes.

And, he is grateful, truly, but sometimes he wants to see how much he can get away with. But all you do is chastise him and then leave him be.

You can't hold a grudge against him.

He got too comfortable with that fact.

Your nose was running. Bringing a tissue to your nostrils, you blow your nose, then rub your hands together. Standing in the snow with heels and a dress, in a trench coat built more for fashion than insulation, was not how you planned to be spending your Saturday evening. Checking your phone once more, you look at the unopened messages you sent an hour ago. Rage rises in your chest, but you tamp it down, knowing that he's been busy, he's been late so many times now.

Sniffling again, you turn carefully and make a trek back into your apartment. Scanning the entry card, you nod and smile at the old ladies lounging on the chairs.

"Back from your date, sweetheart? Already?" one asks, looking up with a confused smile as you press the elevator button.

Looking off to the side to not start crying, you give the best impression of a goofy smile as you scratch the back of your head, replying,

"He got sick, so we had a raincheck,".

You can see the pitying looks, goddammit, and can't this stupid elevator come any faster. The tiny, stupid morsel of hope in your heart makes you check the messages again, and then promptly ceases to exist as you see the "Read 7:45 pm" on there.

There is a tightness in your chest as you wave goodbye to the sweet ladies while entering the elevator, and think that this is what it means to have your heart broken. Locking the door, you kick off the pretty heels, leaving them at the door. Next are the glittering earrings, left behind at the door-side table. You flick the lights on as you hang the trench coat on the coat hooks, and make your way to your bedroom.

The reflection in the full-length mirror catches your eye, and even though you are stunning, you can't help but feel as though you're wearing the best clown costume on this planet. You reach for the zipper of your navy blue dress and let it slide to the ground. Then you hook your hands into the tights; left in a pile beside the dress as you wear your pajamas.

There are tears blurring your vision.

Off comes the eyeliner that you spent countless minutes and YouTube tutorials on. The black-stained makeup wipe is left on the counter; next to it is the pretty pink lipstick that is left uncapped because you were in a hurry.

You grab a blanket and your laptop, then watch a movie before falling asleep, your stomach growling, never have gotten the food that it was promised.

There is a hand on your shoulder. You wake up, startled, all but to come face to face with the one man you don't want to see right now. His face is a little blurry, so you reach for your lamp as he settles beside you on the edge of the bed. The light all but caresses his face, and his eyes glitter with unshed tears.

Gods above, he was so pretty.

You stare him down, unflinchingly, and he cringes away, coming to rest his hand on your leg.

"I'm so sorry-"

You cut him off with words of your own, the acid tearing at your throat as you say them.

"What are we doing?"

The confused look you get is as good of a mask as it gets. But you've known him for so long, and you can read the undercurrent of hurt in there. But you you know him so well, that you can see the understanding in there as well.

"What?"

Heaving out a frustrated sigh, you wave your hand between the two of you, "This. What are we doing here?"

His brows furrow as his eyes chase your hand before flicking back up to your eyes.

"W-what? Babe, I'm sorry, you know-"

The words explode before you can say anything.

"Yes! I always have to know. This is the fourth date, now." The tears build up in your eyes, and his face contorts in concern, "I-I wore the dress you gifted me for tonight. The one you gave a month ago."

He blinks and opens his mouth, but you sit there as nothing but silence rings out around you. It's more deafening than any words he can say.

You feel immensely small as you say your final piece, sliding your leg away from his touch, "I stood for an hour wearing the heels you like. In the snow. And those earrings you like? Because they always make you stare at me? Those almost froze to my skin."

His hands spasm as he reaches for you before pulling them back and settling them in his lap. His head hangs as you finally catch a glimpse of the flowers he brought. "

Your heart all but shatters as you inch forward, and finally does break as you kiss him. There are years of neglect, not listening, and no understanding behind the kiss. It's all you're hurt.

"One last time." his eyes are red. "Kiss me once more."

And you do, because you've always been weak for him. He tastes of the food you would've eaten, the win you could've drunk, and you reel back.

His eyes are full of guilt.

"I forgot because we had a team meeting..."

"So, you had a night out with your co-workers, at the place we were supposed to go?"

"..."

He nods.

You lower your head in a nod.

"What are we doing?"

The tears are coming full-on now. It's been building for a while now, but you thought you had more time. You understand now that you thought wrong. The missing dates, the conversations that die out five times faster, the ignoring.

You've been dating a ghost. With dreams of-

Well, those don't matter now.

"I never thought I'd be the one to hurt you."

You tilt your head back, looking up to hold the tears off, and reply in a thick, choked voice,

"You never think when it comes to me. Always leaving me."

His eyes flit with confusion before they widen in dawning horror and understanding because your shoulders have a slant in them he's never seen against him.

"I deserve more than this,"

His hands come flying to your face, tilting it down as he swallows,

"Babe? I-I, come on. Let's do, do something-"

You gently hold his hands, cupping them, but slowly moving them away by shaking your head

"Every time I see you, I feel more alone." You stand up, pulling him out, out and away and he follows, as he always does, except you're both crying this time. Because you won't let go this time. This was a hurt too deep, too raw, and you know he understands it.

Another flowery perfume envelopes you and you shut your eyes as you push him towards your door.

"I, I still need you."

Your voice is entirely sad, and whimsical as you speak. You've shattered into a million pieces and the remnants of your anger ring out.

"Every time I wake up reaching for you, you aren't there. You changed me, but the thing is; You gave up. Such a long time ago. And even though you were never there, I-" the tears glitter like the earrings beside you on the table, "The worst part is that even though you were never with me, I still love you."

"I can't anymore. I break myself apart so I can pick you from the pieces and live with that."

He reaches and twirls a finger in the curls from your ruined hairstyle, kissing a piece before kissing your cheek.

"I'm sorry. But, but we can work this out. I'll do better!"

He stands outside the door.

"But that's the problem, isn't it. You won't ever be better. Not for me."

And he knows that this is the last he'll see of you. The earrings, the dress, the trench, he knows these memories will haunt him.

"I can't."

And the door slowly shuts, just like your relationship, because its ending was never a door shutting. It was slow, suffocating.

At least, he knows what would make you treat him like the others.

He just didn't realize how big of a price that was.

"But nothing can capture the sting of the venom she's gonna spit out, right now. Won't you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor?"

Satoru, Suguru, Izuku, Shoto, Itadori, Megumi, Tobio, Tetsuro, Toru, Atsumu, Naruto, Shikamaru, Sasuke

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

Miya Atsumu

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Sorry for any errors ! Love you !

Imagine Atsumu came back from a shitty practice. He was upset, annoyed and angry. “Welcome back honey.” You welcomed him. He ignored you and went to shower.

After he showered he entered the room. You were wearing a sexy lingerie. He pounced on you. “Hi to you too daddy.” You giggled. “Gosh I’m so lucky.” He said. You whined as he turned you on all fours and spanked you. He was hard. All he wanted was to fuck you til sunrise. A soft moan left your mouth as he rubbed your clit. He chuckled on how quickly you responded to his touch. You felt how soaking wet you were. It coated his hand on how he played with your nice pussy. He groaned as you wiggled your ass like a bitch in heat. He slammed into you. You yelped, your face fell on the pillow as he pounded you. “ fuck baby..your pussy is so good f’me”. His voice was hypnotizing. You loved how he stuffed you. You felt the veins on his long and girth dick. He saw how your eyes were shut and how you drooled onto the pillow. “My cute slut.” He whispered in your ear. You nodded. He suddenly gripped your hair and yanked you upward. You let him manhandle you. He fucked you hard. You couldn’t handle it anymore. Atsumu hit your G-spot with every thrust. “ Atsumu!!” You released around his cock and squirt making a mess everywhere. A few seconds later he filled you up with his warm thick cum. He made sure not a drop spilled. “s’full daddy.” You spoke as you clenched around him. “ you were so good f’me sweetheart.” he replied with a smile. He appreciated the sex. You wanted him to release his negativity. You knew sex would make it fun and easy. You squirmed as he pulled out and left. Atsumu always makes sure you felt okay and always includes aftercare. He carried you to the bathroom. He bathed you. “Thank you…I feel way better.” he thanked you. You hummed as he scrubbed your body clean. “I love you honey.” as he heard that his eyes sparkled. “I love you too sweetheart.” you couldn’t help but giggled as he rinsed you off and dried you up. “Is it okay if I bath you?” You asked yawning. “You can’t stand and you’re sleepy baby.” You couldn’t deny that. After about an hour. He was done showering, changed, and the bed had new sheets. You two cuddled and drifted to sleep. It’s funny and cute how you both snored.

Papa Atsumu x T/N

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“ No estás sola. Estoy aquí.” Atsumu  dijo frotándote la espalda. Tu ex te dejó hace 1 mes cuando tenías 4 meses de embarazo. Te dejó a ti y al bebé. Atsumu, tu vecino/mejor amigo ha estado cuidándote. “tengo miedo Atsumu… ¿cómo le voy hacer?” empezaste a llorar. Atsumu siempre ha estado enamorado de ti desde la infancia. Lo conociste cuando ambos tenían 4 años. Te mudaste al vecindario para comenzar un nuevo comienzo con tus padres y hermanos. La forma en que lo conociste fue divertida. Su perro cavó un pozo en la cerca y corrió detrás de ti, solo queriendo el conejito de peluche que sosteníans. Atsumu gritó "¡Detente, perrito!"

Finalmente, el perro los persiguió a ambos y ustedes se cayeron. El perro les dio besos a ambos. Después de ese día tú y los gemelos eran inseparables. 

Cuando nació el bebé, tú y Atsumu estaban saliendo y enamorados, por lo que ambos eligieron llamarla Ayleen Miya. Pasó un año y te casaste con Atsumu. Todos estaban muy felices de que te hayas casado con él y hayas conseguido la vida feliz que siempre has querido y merecidas. 

“Feliz cumpleaños pequeña. Mami y yo te queremos mucho. Vamos a cambiarte para que podamos combinar con mami.” Astumu dijo felizmente. Ayleen dejó escapar un lindo arrullo y pateó al mismo tiempo. Atsumu sacó su teléfono y la grabó. Estaba feliz y llena de energía. Entraste a la habitación y te acercaste. "Atsumu, tenemos que cambiarla. Todos están abajo esperándola". Él le puso su traje lavanda con brillo brillante. Después de que estuvo lista, la llevaste abajo. Atsumu siguió sosteniendo tu cintura. Su tío Osamu la mimó muchísimo y por eso tiene un montón de ropa y juguetes. Él le compró una bonita y elegante casa de muñecas que no podrá usar hasta que probablemente tenga 4 o 5 años.

La noche llegó a su fin y ya estabais todos duchados, cambiados y listos para ir a dormir. La estabas dando ayleen su leche y de pie. Atsumu estaba detrás de ti y te dio un beso en el hombro. "Soy el hombre más afortunado del mundo. Tuve la oportunidad de ser amado por la mujer que amo. Tuve la suerte de estar casado contigo y tener una pequeña hija maravillosa y saludable". Dijo Atsumu. "Tengo suerte de que tu perro me persiguiera y solo quisiera a mi conejito de peluche. No te habría conocido. Bueno, te conocería, pero en realidad no crearía una amistad ni un amor fuerte". Dijiste. "Estoy enamorado de ti t/n. Eres todo lo que he querido y lo tengo ahora". "Estoy enamorado de ti Miya Atsumu. Si quieres podemos tener otro bebé... ¿tal vez 3 más?" dijiste finalmente poniendo a Ayleen a dormir. Atsumu te ayudó a acostar a Ayleen en su cuna. "Sí, eso es perfecto. Quién sabe, tal vez al final terminemos con 5". Dijo Atsumu. Te reíste, apagaste las luces y encendiste la cámara y el audio del bebé. "Vamos a dormir, podemos hablar de tener un bebé en la mañana". dijiste caminando hacia tu habitación con atsumu lista para dormir después de un largo día.

PATIENCE [A. MIYA]

pairings. sub!atsumu miya x fem!reader

filed under. masturbation, sadism, degradation, pillow humping, use of toys, orgasm delay/denial, sensory deprivation, oral (m. receiving), handjob, cock slapping, pegging, spitting, implied dumbification, use of restraints, aftercare

an. repost from my ao3 account <3

"[Y/NNN]!" Atsumu's whiny voice dragged every single syllable of your name, nuzzling his nose on the nape of your neck as he hugged you from behind. "[Y/N]... can we fuck?"

  "What the hell, 'Tsumu?" You grumbled, looking to the side to meet his puppy dog eyes. "I'm busy. I have a paper due in two hours." You sighed, pushing his face away from your shoulder and turning your attention to your laptop. It was the last assignment of the year and after you've done submitting this, you're free from the chains of university until January. Your boyfriend was as needy as ever. It's always that time of the year when he'd randomly walk up to you, smug and all, and ask for a good fuck...

  ...scratch that, this was almost a daily thing and you were beginning to grow concerned for Atsumu's sex drive. 

  It was a given fact that he had a stamina that encompasses one of an athlete's. He's a volleyball player after all. Atsumu was successfully scouted by the Division 1 Volleyball League as soon as he graduated high school. After playing a few games and such, he was then put in the MSBY Black Jackals and earned the spot as their starting setter. He lived quite the life, didn't he? He also managed to meet you, a coffee-addicted, narcissistic college student who just wanted to get through life. You had earned a scholarship in this college for the track team and in turn, you also had to study Sports Medicine. Both you and Atsumu crossed paths on an odd Sunday afternoon when you so happened to be fighting a dog. 

  It was an odd way to meet your significant other, really, but you insisted that the reason behind your intentions were merely due to the fact that you wanted to assert dominance. You took this dominatrix role to heart because as you and Atsumu got closer it had come to circumstances where you wouldn't hesitate to fight a child, a baby, and worst-case-scenario: a bear. So, when it came to sex, you didn't just let Atsumu degrade you unless you had something to say. 

  No, no, no, you weren't a submissive woman for no man. In this relationship, you were in charge. No matter where you stood, top or bottom, side to side— when you say something, like the good boy Atsumu was, he will always have to listen. Of course, that is with his consent of course. But tonight, as the clock ticked to 10 in agonizingly slow pace, Atsumu couldn't help but be a little too needy. 

  It was an obvious fact in your relationship; Atsumu was very horny. No matter the time or place, he's always trying to find a reason to stuff his cock into your little pussy. How do you think he won No Nut November? That's right, he didn't. Two hours in and he was whining about wanting to fuck your tits. What now? As you typed this unnecessarily long essay for your class, Atsumu sat impatiently on the bed, watching you with fox-like eyes. He could feel his own growing bulge in his pants when he watched your focused expression in front of the laptop; his chocolate orbs travelling down to your exposed thighs and the small curb of your stomach when you sat. 

  He just loved everything about you. 

  "Stop oglin' me, 'Tsumu," you spoke sternly, keeping your attention on the laptop. "Calm your breathing, you can last an hour without being fucked by me." 

  "But [Y/NNN]," he whined. You could tell he had tilted his head upward slightly and that there was a pout present on his face. "Please, please, pleaaasseeee." He begged, but with every plea you only responded with a shake of your head and a hum of disapproval. 

  "Be patient and I'll think about it, baby." 

  You were so close to completing this paper, couldn't he wait a little bit? But knowing your 'Tsumu, impatience ran through his veins and Atsumu always figured out a way to get what he wants. The typing on your keyboard as well as the ticking of time created an irk mark on the side of his head and Atsumu was beginning to grow hot because of the growing bulge in his volleyball shorts. He sat properly on the edge, his hands on his sides as he watched with a slightly aroused expression the way his dick twitched from inside of his garments. If you looked at him right now, you would have been able to see the outline of his dick sitting painfully on the meat of his muscled thighs. 

  You cleared your throat to yourself, mumbling a few words as you typed up your essay. It didn't help that Atsumu was agitated by any move you made. Your bare legs unconsciously moved against each other whenever it got too cold or the way the top you wore rose up slightly so that he could see some of the sweat that glistened onto your unsullied skin. He just wanted to paint your body with his cum and at this point, he would do anything to see you in a position under him... 

  ...or on top of him. 

  Now that he's thought of it, never once has he ever had you on top of him during sex. You've always been so dominantly powerful even while you were bottoming out; but the image of you being on top? That not only riled him up even more at the moment, but he also felt the hard throb of his dick beneath his attire. 

  Shit, Atsumu internally cursed. Want 'er to fuck me so bad... 

  "You're quiet," you pointed out, still unaware of his dishevelled state. "Too quiet. What's wrong, 'Tsums?" You furrowed your brows. This paper was taking longer than you anticipated and it was beginning to tire you out having to think so much all while mentally worrying for your blond boyfriend. Though, you'd never admit that out loud.

  He whined, beginning to squirm on the bed. A pillow situated between his thighs as he pouted in your direction. You couldn't see him, but the commotion he made behind you only caused you to perk your ears. You weren't about to let him distract you from your work— because that's exactly what he wanted. You weren't about to allow him to get what he wanted, were you? 

  "[Y/N]," he was vocal as he moaned. His shorts found a place on the floor as he ground his hard cock against the soft pillow. You froze on your spot, pinching yourself as a reminder you had a paper due in less than two hours. You could hear the soft rocks of the bed as Atsumu pleasured himself. You tried to keep still so that you didn't look back, because you knew that if you looked back on him right now he would have won and you most likely would have pounced him. "[Y/N]— hahh..." You could hear the neediness in his voice, the way it rose up and cracked in the slightest. You knew how high his stamina was and you were painfully aware how long it took for the male to come undone just by touching himself alone. 

  Humping on your pillows and jerking himself wouldn't satisfy him as much as having your cunt buried deep into his dick.

  The way his cock was in between the folded pillows, feeling the soft sheet of your silk covers hugging his walls. He had to hold the two ends still, hissing at the feeling and knowing it was nothing in comparison to the gummy walls of your [light/dark] pussy. If he folds the pillow tighter around his cock, he can imagine the view of your body in front of him, mewling as he thrust into the pillow with a strangled moan. He was rutting hard into the cotton, groaning quietly as his imagination took him places, the thought of you and you alone was enough to get him off. And he was desperate, absolutely desperate for you to milk his fat balls dry. 

  He wanted to feel your legs wrap around his hips, his image of your naked body, if you looked back now, the sight of his bulging muscles as he drives his hips into the pillow would be so divine. The way his thighs begin to sweat as he humps your pillow, looking so tiny between the trunk of his thick thighs, bed dipping down around his weight. 

  Soft, gentle humps weren't cutting anymore for Atsumu. He had taken the pillow away, stripping the last of his clothing allowing his cock to spring up and hit his stomach. His red and angry tip was leaking with precum, moving down his twitching shaft slowly. As soon as his large hands found home around his girth, he hissed a moan, making you flinch. You could tell by the heat he radiated, that he was so needy right now. But you couldn't let him distract you, you had a priority right now and that was not Atsumu. 

  That was your fourteen-page essay. 

   "Atsumu," your voice rang in his ears, almost a little too sharply earned a startled whimper from his end. Your typing halted and he gulped when you turned to face the blond male. His legs spread as his large hands moved up and down, slowly around his cock. He was shamelessly exposed to your piercing [E/C] orbs and it had come to the point that you would've thought this situation would be embarrassing in the eyes of someone who wasn't you. The older Miya had no shame at this point of the relationship; him being so sprawled out and horny in front of your eyes. "Stop touching yourself." You pursed your lips together. 

  You'd be lying if that sight didn't turn you on. You could already feel your pussy flutter and pool in your underwear at the thought of Atsumu jerking off with your name escaping his lips. You felt so powerful at this point, you felt like you bore fruit an ability that every god could gracefully walk by; the thought of Atsumu being fucked out by yours truly was riveting in a way that caused you to subconsciously rub your sex with your thighs only. Your breath was hot as you opened your mouth in the shape of an 'o,' Atsumu's brass-like orbs sparked at the sight of that, and he smirked much to your demise. 

  "Or what, [Y/N]-chan?" He teased with perilous intent. "Ya said yer busy with the paper, what's stoppin' me now?" His cocky grin boiled your blood and you exhaled a sigh of disciplinary resolve. 

  You had something that Atsumu did not: patience. 

  "If you don't stop touching yourself I'll make sure to ruin every single orgasm for this week and the following week after." 

  Atsumu froze, his hand hovering over the shaft of his dick. An incoherent noise escaped his lips as you smirked to yourself, he knew damn well that was a promise and not just a simple threat to keep him at bay. He knew how patient you could be without his dick; you were just amazing that way. The thought of not being able to release was a nightmare for Atsumu. He couldn't do that. He was like a rabbit in heat whenever he was active in sex— he couldn't stop until he's cum once, twice, three times, or more. 

  When you saw this, you hummed in satisfaction as you turned back to keep doing your schoolwork. "Good boy." You murmured more to yourself rather than to Atsumu. But in a matter of a few ticking minutes, feeling like hours to the blind male, he began to whine and grumble under his breath. He was hidden under the blanket, all bundled up like a caterpillar and quietly he was stroking himself. 

  This didn't go unnoticed by you. 

  "Hnngh..." He panted quietly. Your chair shifted and he froze.

  You continued to type your essays, pretending to be unaware of his sinful ministrations. Your breathing was still and controlled; in contrast to Atsumu's quiet and hitched own. The way he slowly stroked his cock in attempt to please himself didn't make up as much as when he was more exposed and open with the air. He just wanted to be touched by you. He wanted your hands all over his toned body, he wanted you to ruin him; though he would never admit that out loud because of his own pride and ego in its standing. 

  "Atsumu," your voice rung in his ears once again. Startled, he yelped when he saw you sitting by the edge of the bed with your arms crossed. The laptop still open to your unfinished document and his half-naked body exposed as you pulled the blanket off of him. "What were you doing?" You rose your brows, leaning forward sinisterly. 

  "Nothing," he spoke quickly, looking anywhere but at you. 

  "Then why is your hand on your cock?" You didn't hesitate with your bluntness, watching his flushed expression as he sat up and faced you. "What happened to 'no touching,' huh? Are you really that needy for my cunt that you'd go as far as not listen to me? You're just a needy little slut, aren't you, baby?" 

  "I-I couldn't—"

  "Shut up," you interrupted coldly. "Lie down and put your hands above your head, babe." You straddled the naked male, towering over him like a tiger looking down on its prey— you pinned his hands above his head, pressing your lips against his own and letting him melt against your touch. He was needy. Very needy, because when you pulled your lips away he was leaning forward for more and what stopped him were the restraints that you had put him in while he was distracted. You leaned over to reach under the bed, grabbing the blue cock ring and putting it on his swelling length. "Remember our safe word, baby?"

  'Tuna,' he thought. 

  "Yes ack—  shiittt, shit, shit!" He threw his head backwards, his hips arching forward as you switched on the vibrator on its lowest setting, giving him the buzzing sensation that was enough to shoot electricity around his body, but not enough to make him cum. Humming a small tune to yourself, you made him face you. He watched as you carefully lifted yourself from straddling the male, ridding yourself of your indigo underwear and waving it in front of his face. 

  "You better not spit this out," you murmured, cupping his cheeks with one hand so that his mouth opened with an 'o.' "You're gonna shut up and keep still, understand? If I hear so much as a whimper, I'm going to ruin you, Miya Atsumu." 

  Your eyes sparked darkly as you stuffed his mouth with your lace undie, smiling mischievously when he complied. You also grabbed a silk blindfold from inside the bedside table, gently wrapping it around his vision before teasingly pressing a kiss on where his eyes would be. His mouth quivered, threatened to release a whimper, but alas, he wouldn't want his orgasms ruined by you every time. He wanted release and he couldn't do that if he was disobedient.

  Standing up, you grabbed the blanket and returned to your spot at your desk. Atsumu's heavy breathing was slowly growing into a hindrance of quiet wails and unstable pants with every passing minute as you proceeded to work on your essay. You could hear some commotion from his gentle kicking and moving around, he was just too sensitive anyway. You bet that he was so close to releasing a loud, and strangled moan. One that he took pride in making whenever he overstimmed himself when thrusting into you. But right now, he was stuck in restraints with nothing but a ring around his dick to stimulate him.

  You liked it when he was so submissive. 

  You loved the way he'd whimper softly because he craved for your touch and your skin against his skin. Brushing against each other like two stars colliding and sparking up in lust-filled enticement. He was just too desperate at the moment that he was willing to do anything for you to ride him at that moment. Just the thought of your wet, sloppy walls clamping down on his pretty dick was enough to make him clench his eyes shut and circle his hips against nothing. The ring that hugged the base of his cock was vibrating in the lowest setting and his eyes were covered with the countenance of a desperate façade. His jaw closed tight around your indigo underwear and when he pictured your pretty cunt that sat upon your desk chair, he could feel himself trash on the bed; hips thrusting upwards as he tried to pleasure himself despite the tight restraints.

  This earned a glance from your venereal [E/C] eyes, snorting internally to yourself at his desperate attempt to get himself off. "No touching, 'Tsumatsu," you spoke up, pretending to be unaware of his actions. You were close to finish your paper and the thought of Atsumu's naked body being exposed, weak, and vulnerable within your carnal gaze made you halt for a moment to look at your struggling boyfriend. When your typing halted, Atsumu was aware that you were looking at him at that moment— his lips brazenly clenching around the fabric of your panty as his cock twitched here and there with the low setting of the vibration running through his girth. He wanted to whine, cry, wail, scream at you for torturing him like that. But you took pleasure in seeing him suffer that way, a sight that beheld schadenfreude indeed. 

  Glancing back at your paper, you proceeded to complete the last few sentences of your final essay, taking in his quiet whimpers as his toes curled against the sheets and the low setting of the cock ring buzzed against his throbbing cock. The restraints around his wrists rattled against the headboard and in attempt to distract you (though completely failing completely), Atsumu struggled and tried to move around. With his breathing becoming heavy, he looked to what seemed to be your direction, dark brows furrowed in a plea. And after finally submitting the last of your work, you shut your laptop, turning the chair to face Atsumu's sensitive self. His abs clenched in attempt to release and his legs shaking. 

"You've been awful quiet there, huh?" You mocked. He whined, louder this time against the gag of your underwear in between his lips. You approached the male, crawling over his body like a predator among prey as you then ripped off the blindfold from his face, taking your sopping wet underwear from his mouth as well. Covered in the remains of his drool and a trail between the fabric and his lips thinned as you threw the panty in the neglected corner of the room. "Did I allow you to speak?" You hissed, holding on to the base of his cock tightly which struck a bolt in his core as strings of white shot up towards his clenched stomach. A loud, shameless groan escaped his lips when he arched his back, moving hips to your hands to ride himself out, but alas you released your grip, scoffing softly. "You really couldn't wait, you slut?" 

  "Please, please, please fuck me," he pleads, trashing around in an attempt to get out of the restraints. But him being too weak after his high, barely budged as you clicked your tongue. "Want your pussy 'round me, baby. Please ride me... use me, [Y/N], please— just make me cum!" He rambled, shutting his eyes tightly in embarrassment. The thought of his teammates finding out how submissive he was, especially with you, was riveting and he wouldn't ever hear the end of their shameless banter if they were to ever know of his dirty little secrets.

  "Aww, 'Tsumu, wants to cum?" You cooed, taking your hands around his dick and getting rid of the vibrating cock ring. You could feel how big the girth of his cock around your hands throb when you gently stroked him, blowing onto his tip as he struggled to keep his head up to look at you take his dick into your mouth. He so wanted to see how your cheeks hollowed when you brought yourself down onto his cock, licking and kissing every vein and skin of his cock. He wanted to be able to watch your eyes water as you deepthroated him. But today... you decide to make it different. Because as you dragged your mouth in and out of his swelling cock, you dragged your teeth as well. Gently but firmly moving along his sensitive skin which earned a cry of slight pain from the bicoloured-haired male.

  "[Y-Y/N]! Shit!" A loud groan escaped his lips as he clenched the headboard above him, wanting so badly to grab a patch of hair from your head to support you with your movements. The giggle that escaped your lips brought all sorts of vibrations across his length and he visibly shivered when you licked over his swelling tip, stopping momentarily when he twitched as a sign of release. He was so close. So, so, close. Why didn't you let him go? Why did you stop? Why—

  "You asked for me, didn't ya?" You spoke darkly, fondling with his sensitive balls in a manner that made him nothing more than a toy to you. 

  "Please, [Y/N], please, please, please," he kept himself from sobbing, crying, but that sadistic smile on your face only haunted him as your feathered hands brushed over the head of his cock. The stimulation itself allowing a stream of precum to fall down his dick. "Please let me cum, I just need to cum, [Y/N]— ah!" He cried when took the vibrating cock ring to press around him. "Yes, yes, yes, yes!" 

  His chants filled your ears as you continued to run a hand through his dick. Gently stroking him while you slowly put the toy in its highest setting. He began to roll his hips in a desperate plea of release, you let him do that as you initiated once again with your tongue playing with the slit of his cock, licking around his precum and helping him chase his release. His breathing was heavy and his toes curled with all the pleasure that you gave him. 

  You were spoiling him. Spoiling him too much. He was supposed to be suspicious of it, but how can he when all that clouded his mind was the delicate touch of your fingers stroking his cock and the oscillating toy that was up in its highest setting. It was too good to be true— you were too good to be true. You yourself were beginning to wet the sheets under you with your leaking essence when his whines came up in your ears. So, so good... his eyes saw stars when his meaty thighs began to shake—

  "Cumming! I-I'm cumming! Don't s-stop—"

  But you did.

  You grinned widely when he cried, sobbing, when you stopped the toy from moving and your hand halting around his dick. His tip was pooling with thick, white cum and his eyes were beginning to glisten as he tried to move his hips up to meet your hands. You immediately stepped away from his cock, removing the toy and tossing it to the side as he squirmed and whined under your cat-like gaze. 

  "You asked for this, baby," you spoke lowly, crawling on top of his chest and teasing your cunt on top of his hard dick. The head touching your hold twitched every now and then as you wiggled your hips. Atsumu whined, looking away from you as he shut his eyes, tears streaming down his dishevelled cheeks, too embarrassed and ashamed about his constant need to release. "Didn't you want to be fucked by me, 'Tsumu? I thought you wanted me to touch you?" You cooed, stroking his cheeks gently so his teary eyes met your carnal own.

  "Wunna c-cum, baby, please, I wunna—" he choked on his own spit, sobs escaping his lips when you lifted yourself from him. "Please, I need yer cunt, [Y/N]..." A strangled moan escaped his mouth when you aligned his cock into your hole, groaning with your lips shut as you held on to his chest to ensure you don't shake. "Let me get outta these restraints, baby, I want hold ya, please, [Y/N]." He pleaded, watching you roll your hips on top of him. 

  He was still so sensitive, even though he never got to cum, but with the way you tightly clenched around him he couldn't help but throw his head back, hitting the headboard when you began to bounce. At a slow rhythm at first, all while stripping your top off of your body. Atsumu's breath hitched, moving his hips in sync with yours. Skin slapping against skin slowly as he gave in to your touch. 

  "Take it like a good boy, babe," you mumbled, leaning forward to capture his lips. The coil that built up in his stomach was about to snap when you firmly began to bounce your body on top of him. Skin slapping resounded in the apartment walls as Atsumu's wanton moans filled your ears, feeding you into an ecstatic state of bliss. "You're gunna cum aren't ya? Like a cunt-slut, eh? You're my little cunt-slut, aren't ya, baby?" You crooned, feeling yourself move close to your orgasm. 

  "Cumming, cumming—!" He wailed. You laughed sadistically, pulling your hips off as you used your fingers to chase your high. Finally, Atsumu broke out a sob as he twitched into nothing, leaking with thick white precum as you came with your fingers only. "I was— I-I was so fuckin' close!" He growled, frustrated, attempting to pull himself out of his restraints. 

  "Watch your language, you brat," you spoke darkly, "this is what you get for being so impatient. Y'know what impatient bitches get? Nothing."

  "I just w-wunna cum, [Y/N]... p-please!" He cried, rolling his hips around nothing, you slapped his cock to keep him still, frowning when he didn't shut up. "Just fuckin' let me fill you up, b-babe, it hurts!" He groaned. 

  You grabbed a hold of his cheeks so his lips formed an 'o,' his honeyed hues looked up at you in desperate plea, slightly startled when you took a pool of spit from inside your mouth and brought it down into his own. He let out gargled whines when you pat his cheek, pinching his sensitive nipples.

  "You better not swallow that, Atsumu," you said, "otherwise, I'll leave you like this for the rest of the night." You meant that. You will leave him if he so much as slips up and spills your spit from his mouth. With a meek nod, you wiped his tear-stained face with your hand as you hummed in approval. You peppered his neck in gentle kisses, marking his skin in various shades of purple and blue while listening to the earful whimpers that escaped his lips when he tried to moan. 

  "Hngghh..." He strangled out, digging crescents into his palm as your hand found their way wrapping around his pulsing dick. "Ah..."  Some drool fall down his mouth, leaking onto his chin and moving down his neck and shoulders. 

  You paused, looking up to meet his eyes viciously. 

  "I told you to keep it in your mouth, didn't I?" You frowned, watching him gulp with an exhausted expression on his face, soft, blubbering whimpers escaping his lips as you sighed at his pathetic state. "Fine. Baby, d'ya wanna cum?" You gently stroked his cock. "Want my mouth to help you out?" You cooed, watching him buck in desperation, nodding as you stammered quiet apologies.  

  You went down on his chest, scattering his body with gentle kisses before you slowly took his weeping dick into your mouth. His moans accompanied by whines once again filled your ears as he struggled to look down on you, wanting so badly to grab your head to thrust himself at a pace that would completely wreck him. But he was afraid that if he did something as little as buck his hips into your mouth or move his shaking thighs in the slightest. You had fondled with his balls to help him chase his high, feeling generous tonight as you played with the slit of his dick with your tongue and dragging your wet muscle to the side of his cock; taking in every pulsing vein and leaving no flesh untouched by your mouth. 

  "Cu..." he paused as he moaned out loudly, afraid, once again, that you would ruin this orgasm. But to his surprise, you continued to pleasure the male, clutching tightly to his muscled thighs as his throat choked out a cry of elation when he had bucked his hips up, you hummed in approval, swirling your tongue around the folds of his tip, sinful sounds resounding from your dirty ministrations as you swallowed as much to his pleasure. A breathy rasp escaped his lips and he was convinced that he would lose his voice by the end of this night. 

  You pause to stare at his drooling cock but then latch your lips onto the head with your own once again, chasing the droplets of the white goo-like substance. You wanted to milk him dry and you could tell that that Atsumu was growing weak with your touch alone as you hollowed your cheeks as tight as you can to milk his balls dry. Because this is what he wanted, didn't he? He asked to be fucked and you're giving him exactly what he wanted. 

  There's no point in complaining now that you were compliant. 

  "'M sensitive— sensitive, ahh, [Y/N]!" He let out a string of moans, going up pitches when he languidly arched his hips until your nose met his pubic bone, he was attempting to follow the pace of your movements as you sought out another orgasm from the faux-blond. He panted, thighs shaking around by your head when he had cum again, this time you couldn't take the burn of the thunderous spurts of white that ran down your throat, allowing him to coat your face with his semen. 

  "Look how much you came," you crooned, rubbing the angry-red tip of his cock and smearing his thick essence over the softening girth. "You know we're not done, baby?" 

  "W-What?" Atsumu whimpered when you began stroking him into hardness again, you grabbed the cock ring that was neglected for the while he was being pleasured, putting it up in the highest setting which made him throw his head back as he cried out in anamnesis of both pain and pleasure. You stood up on your knees, watching his back create a perfect arch as he whined, shaking his head. "Too much, 'm gunna c-cum 'gain.." He groaned.

  "Then cum," you stood up on your feet, moving to head out toward the kitchen. "I'll be back." You smile innocently.  

  "W-Where are ya goin'? [Y/N]— don't.." he ached all over, feeling spurts of cum go up to his stomach and drool down his cock, moving inwards on his thighs and onto the sheets.

  "Water break," you hum innocently. 

  "W-Wait—"

  Atsumu's quiet whines echoed around the room, accompanied by the buzz of the cock ring. He was squirming, still too delicate from his previously precarious highs. The sound of your humming voice echoed in his ears like a siren's distinct song and his quiet cries, umbrageous tears fell down his cheeks. He was too weak, he felt his head fall into a state of cloudiness when he heard the door open, unaware of your current get-go. 

  "Aw, he's cryin'," uttering in a soft, almost mocking, expression when you set down the empty glass of water next to the bed. "Look how adorable you look, 'Tsumu, I could just take pictures if I had my phone." His eyes shot open when he met your felicitous eyes, a playful grin growing on your face as you fixed the strap-on around your hips. He remained fixated on the girth of the dildo, whimpering when your gloved hands played with the skin of his ass. 

  "[Y/N], wait..." he groaned when your lubed fingers feathered over his hole, your head tilted in absolute interest, feeling a power surge through your mind at his submissive state. This was your first time ever doing such a thing with him, you've brought up the topic to. him a few times and he had always spoke about it with an open mind. "Feels weird..." His mouth gaped when you slowly inserted your finger, gasping quietly when you experimented with a curl of your slender fingers. 

  "Remember the safe word?" You asked gently, stroking the skin of his abdomen gently. 

  "'S tuna," he visibly clenched tightly when another finger slipped into him, his cock jumping up when your hands resorted to short and dragging thrusts. "it hurts, ah... m' wrists.." You removed your hand, pursing your lips as you crawled on top of him, releasing the restraints around his sore wrists and littering tiny kisses on top of them. 

  "Better?" You asked. He nodded, following your actions as you watched him go on all fours. "You do't have to that, 'Tsumu, you can let me do all the work." You gently combed through his hair with your other hand, listening to his stammering whimpers as he panted, wiggling his hips up in your direction as an invitation to ruin him.

  "Jus' fuck me, [Y/N],' he said subtly in a low tone, resting his cheek on the pillow below him. The tip of his cock slightly dragged along the silk sheets, giving him a sense of friction and allowing his whole body to jolt when you continued to prep his untouched hole.

  "So demanding, babe," you clicked your tongue, massaging around his hole before forcing two fingers inside. "Y'know, it's going to hurt, right?" 

  "I know, just fuck me, I don't care!" He whined. 

  His eyes were squeezed tightly shut and you almost wanted to chuckle at the look of raw pleasure on his face. He shivered when you pulled your fingers away and applied more lube, the pleasant tingle in his heat making his cock twitch against his stomach. He breathed shakily through his nose, whining almost, as he opened his eyes to take a peek at what you were doing, almost choking as you saw you stroking the dildo to apply the lube. His wrist was weak, shaking as he moved his body to rest on his elbows to rest his forehead on the sheets, fingers prematurely taking hold of the bedsheets. 

  "Tsk, don't be a brat," you whispered more to yourself as he let out a cry of mixed pain and pleasure when you first slid into him, his face contorting into bliss when your pelvis meets his ass. 

  It started off with slow, subtle thrusts into his ass. Your hand palmed his hips as he grunted with the feeling of his face rocking against the mattress. You dragged your cock out, before fully plunging back in which earned a groan from him as you continued with your brutally rhythmic pace. 

  "Fhuuu— fuccckkkk!" He groaned, feeling the tip of your dildo hit his prostate repeatedly, the permanent curve moving into his ass and producing a chorus of dirty noises. His pants were loud and his tongue killed out when he moved his right hand to grab his cock, fully pleasuring himself with the feeling of your thrusts and his hand stroking his cock. 

  You pinched his arm, halting your movements for a second before glaring at him from behind. "Only I can pleasure you, baby," you grabbed his hand, moving it so that it was behind him as you continued to thrust brutally into him. "You're gonna be a good boy and take what you have, understand?" You grumbled when he whined loudly, feeling himself twitch uncontrollably when your thrusts quickened in its pace. 

  "So good— it feels so good, ahh!" He wailed, flushed cheeks squishing the mattress as he stained the sheets with his tears. 

  "Only I can make you feel this way, understand?" You leaned over to whisper in his ear, never halting in your thrusts as you listened to his pretty little moans. 

  "Yes, yes, yes, yes!" His moan came out in a strangled moan. "Only you, yes, only you..." he begin to babble as the coil developing in his stomach jolted through his body into a snap, an electric-like surge running through his lower parts as ropes of white, creamy cum stained his abdomen and silky sheets beneath him. 

  You panted quietly into his ear as well, slowly dragging your cock out before discarding the toy to the side to attend to your boyfriend's incoherent needs. You moved his hair away from his face, his ass still facing up in the air as his eyes rolled back in an expression of ecstasy. His body moved with every shaky breath he took ass clenching around nothing when he fell back on the bed with nothing but a weak grunt. 

  "Mm, I'll run a bath for you, baby," you murmured, discarding the latex gloves you wore before rubbing his bum gently and standing up to clean up. 

  "No, no," he reached out for you, pulling your body close to his as he nuzzled his face into the crook of his neck. The feeling of his slick against your arm left you unbothered as he tangled his legs around your body. "Wunna hold you." He pouted. 

  "Shouldn't I be the one who should be doing that?" You joked quietly, stroking his cheek. "Was I too rough?" You asked.

  "No," he murmured, "just right... I loved it..." he hummed. 

  "Good," you yawned. "Do you want to stay like this, 'Tsums?" You asked. 

  "Mmhm," he nodded, "love you..." 

  "Yeah," you hugged his neck, letting him rest his head in between the valley of your breasts. "I love you too..." 

  [ EXTENDED ENDING ] 

  "He won't be coming to practice today," you spoke through the phone, the sun rising up as you watched your boyfriend sleep soundly on your bed. "He wouldn't be feeling too well if he did. Besides, he stayed up again." You pretended to sigh, but Kiyoomi caught on to your schemes a little too quickly. 

  "He shouldn't be in practice anyway," the curly-haired male replied. "It wouldn't be good for him or the team. Just make sure he's back in shape by tomorrow." 

  You chuckled. "No promises," you responded in a sarcastic manner. "Knowing my 'Tsumu, there isn't any stopping him until he gets what he wants..." 

  "I didn't need to know that," there was a hint of disgust in his voice. But knowing your friend he wasn't too bothered because he'd grown used to all his teammate's shenanigans. "I'll be going now, [L/N]."

  "Yeah, yeah," you spoke, "I'll let you know if Atsumu wants to drop by later." When you hung up the phone, Atsumu awoke with a few slurs escaping his lips accompanied by a throbbing pain between his legs. "Rise and shine, baby." You grinned, setting down the phone after hanging up. 

  "Mm, [Y/N]," he moaned quietly, "still felt good... maybe I should bother you while you're doing your homework more often..." he hugged the pillow when he looked at you. 

  "Shit, speaking of homework," you move toward your laptop, opening it to look at your assignment. All in red, it was marked with a 'late submission' sign. "It was two minutes late." You frown, staring at Atsumu. 

  "'S not my fault," he grinned cockily, "you were just as horny as I was, weren't ya?" He teased. 

  "You have no place to talk, Atsumu," you grumble, "besides, I'll make sure you won't be able to walk tomorrow, if I do feel like peggin' you again." 

  "Try me," he smirked. 

  After the night before? He knew exactly what to look forward to with you and your new strap-on. And he wasn't ashamed to say that he liked it very much.

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“CAT GOT MY TONGUE.” [A. MIYA]

❥ afab reader, atsumu loves to eat pussy, oral (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), orgasm denial, pet names

❥ atsumu eats pussy to get you to shut up. also, the answer to the doors vs wheels question is obviously WHEELS.

Both you and your boyfriend had a very interesting relationship. Often, you would find yourself bickering with the setter; from the most frivolous topics to topics don’t even concern both of you — this includes tv shows, the colour of an orange to shit like gossip and people in your social lives. It was what made you both all the more endearing to each other; the intense, thrilling thought of who the hell is going to shut the hell up first?

Your first introduction to this man was as unceremonious as your relationship. You were a student studying law while he was the infamous setter who won the hearts of many; teachers, women, coaches. In this University, he was a star. Atsumu Miya was an individual that you knew wasn’t the best influence. As charming as he was with the people outside of the campus, he was an idiotic and awfully endearing bastard.

In the end, he would be your idiotic and awfully endearing bastard.

Except, not at this moment as the man argued with you — this trivial topic that his right wing, Shouyo brought up — about the question: “Are there more wheels or doors in the world?” Syllable after syllable, whine after whine, you didn’t know what irritated you more. The fact that Atsumu’s evidence was disgustingly general or that his response was—

“—doors! There ‘re more doors in the world, babe,” the blond man runs a hand through his messy locks as he follows you to your kitchen, “they’re literally everywhere as we speak, the answer is doors.”

Rolling your eyes, you pour yourself a cup of coffee as you think about what you’ll do to Shouyo once you see him. It’s his fault that Atsumu is so persistent! With a scoff, you shake your head. “Kitchen cabinets do not count as doors, ‘Tsumu!”

“And doorknobs do not count as wheels!” Atsumu counters.

“What classified as wheels is that if they can rotate a full 360,” you respond within a heartbeat, “this includes screws and gears and fans!”

You didn’t know what you wanted to do at this moment, ignore the man you unfortunately love for the rest of day or continue on with this fruitless debate. One thing was certain: Atsumu would not shut up until you’ve admitted defeat, thus you will not be going with the latter.

“Yeah?” Atsumu challenges, grabbing your hips before making you do a twirl, causing you to drop your coffee on the ground as you yelp at his sudden gesture. What was this idiot thinking?! “What about you, then? Do you count as a wheel?”

You furrow your brows — absolutely appalled by his logical but unsound premise! — as your mind progressively searched for a suitable explanation, your gaze traveling from his celestial features to the way his large hands seemed to press hardly against the bare skin of your hips. You only wore a large t-shirt, belonging to the man himself (which was a result of last night’s endeavors). With no underwear or bottom, you could feel air rush between your legs as he steps back to pick up the broken glass beneath your feet.

Atsumu, noticing your silence, purses his lips immediately as you seemed frozen on the spot. “Fuck, I broke your favourite mug. ‘M sorry, sweetheart.”

If this were any other person, hearing Atsumu Miya call you that nickname would astound them. After all, you both have created that reputable name as the “bickering couple.” Upon hearing his short apology, however, it was not the mug that you were thinking about, your eyes fall to the way his short hair bounced on his head as he cleaned up the mess beneath your feet, completely oblivious with the way you push yourself back on the kitchen counter to watch him clean the mess.

As if noticing the quietude that fall upon the atmosphere of your small kitchen, Atsumu looks up, his eyes flickering to the way you briefly pull down the shirt in attempt to be modest. He smirks, “what? Cat got yer tongue?” He finishes the clean up beneath your feet then strides toward you — long, muscled legs evident beneath the sun-bathed room.

You force yourself to look away, immediately remembering your previous battle with him… what was it, again? Doors or wheels? The boy merely chuckled at your adorable reaction, looking as if your overwhelmed stance entertained him deeply.

“Shut up you—” you attempt to speak, with a rumbling tone. However, Atsumu presses his body against yours and you could feel everything. The way his bulge pressed against your legs, his large fingers tickling your sides, and his lips against your own. What was he trying to do? Assert dominance by shutting you up? Not on your watch. “You’re just stupid, ‘Tsumu. The logical answer will always be wheels.” You click your tongue, making your way to the living room where the blond setter followed closely behind.

“Are you really using Ad Hominem to argue my claims?” He pouts, wrapping his thick arms around your shoulders from behind. “Yer just mad that you don’t have anything else to support your argument, babe. I win— it’s doors.” You groan, but that sound turned to a small gasp when the man buried his nose into your neck, kissing your skin slowly.

Immediately, you grab a fistful of hair as he continues his oral pursuits on your neck. “Hm? Are you trying to distract me, right now?” You try to counter, but your legs weakly rub together as he grabs your neck from behind you, gently caressing your skin as he kisses your chin.

“You’ve got me all wrong, love,” he huffs while jumping over the couch so he could hold you, “it’s the other way ‘round— you’re distractin’ me.”

He takes your waist, holding you tightly against him. Atsumu locks his mouth against yours, his fingers tangling in your hair. Immediately, he was poisoned by the flavor of your honey tongue. It was absurdly intoxicating, a drug he would never get used to. You sighed against Atsumu’s mouth as your hands moved to the curvature of his neck, pulling lightly on the base of his hair. One of his strong arms wrapped around your waist, pressing your body against his with undeniable desire, concupiscence.

His lips begin to venture down your neck, to your clear shoulders, before he’s sliding up the oversized shirt that you wore— his shirt— and whistling when his golden eyes meet your bare cunt. “Awe, no panties? Were you waiting for me to fuck you raw, is that what? Were you tryin’ to rile me up with the stupid wheels or doors argument?” He almost cooed and you feel embarrassment rush up into your countenance as you shut your legs in response to his taunts.

“You were the one who started the thing,” you grunted, feeling vulnerable under his droopy gaze, “don’t you put words in my mouth…” Your strong tone turns into jelly as soon as Atsumu presses his lips inside your thighs — so close to your core, yet too far to get that satisfaction that you so yearned for.

His breath was warm and heavy against your skin, making your flesh tingle in a mixture of desire and anticipation. “Feels good, baby?” He asked teasingly, his deep voice reverberating inside your chest like distant drums. Outside of the bedroom, the usage of that nickname would have made you furious but, at that moment, it only made you melt further into his touches. “Want me to go on, hm?”

You groan, shamelessly bucking your hips into his face. “Ugh… shut the— hah— up…” A whimper dared to escaped your roseate lips as soon as he begins humming — the vibrations travelling all over your body as his mouth kissed the path up your leg, his lips slowly touching the sensitivity of your clit. Such simple contact was enough for you to moan out his name, hand flying to hold onto his hair tightly, “fuck! Atsumu!” You throw your head back, hitting the hard rest of the couch as the man begins to flatten and lick you — in a treacherously slow pace — on your pussy. You begin to jolt at his advances, which lead to him holding you down with his large hands.

"You seem so eager," Atsumu jests. He stops momentarily, resting his head on your thigh as his eyes meet your clouded own. "Tell me you want more, doll."

“Please" seemed to be the only thing you could muster, your voice bordering on a whisper. You didn't think it would be this easy for Atsumu to turn you on. His voice was velvet, he movements were with grace, and god, his eyes peering towards you from below might have been enough to—

“C-cum!" You arch your back. " I'm gunna— d-don’t stop, ‘Tsumu, I swear to God if you s-stop, fuck!—” Atsumu lifts his head, your essence plastering his lips as he flicks his tongue over your substances while cockily smiling. Sure, he had a hard bulge tightly hugging his all-too-thin shorts, but the only thing that you concerned yourself with at this moment was the fact that he had stopped before you came, making you raise your voice in a whine as you pathetically buck your hips in the air. “W-Why did you stop?! I was close!” You almost cry out, throwing your head back in defeat.

With a tilt of his head, he chuckles, “cat got my tongue.”

That cheeky bastard, you were going to kill him for sure!

adorahub © 2023, pls do not modify, copy, or repost— live laugh like && reblog if you enjoyed reading this

Warnings: dry humping, post-timeskip Atsumu

Synopsis: you boldly take the initial stride, enlisting the help of Atsumu to satiate your desires 

Author: @doumadono

A/N: hi, folks, here we go again! This marks my second foray into the Kinktober '23 Collaboration, and guess what? It's my debut in the world of Haikyuu! Brace yourselves, 'cause I'm about to knock it out of the park – hope you're ready to enjoy the ride! 🙌😏 Today's prompt: dry humping

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You adored weekends. It was that special time of the week when Atsumu was mostly at home, except for the occasional matches or training sessions. During these weekends together, you both enjoyed indulging in various activities, not necessarily something overly engaging. Sometimes, it was as simple as a quiet book reading session. Atsumu with his favorite book and you with yours, cuddled together on the couch, sipping on warm beverages.

That day had begun innocently enough, both of you enjoying a rare lazy day at home, free from Atsumu's usual training commitments. As you lounged together, engrossed in your books, you nonchalantly threw your legs over his lap. 

Atsumu's hand found its place on your thigh, just above your knee, his thumb caressing the soft fabric of your cotton leggings in a mesmerizing rhythm. While he continued to delve into the dense criminal book before him, you found it increasingly challenging to concentrate on your psychological thriller while you felt the warmth of his hand on you. Oh, your boyfriend had an effect on you, there was no doubt.

The decision to take your relationship slow had seemed logical at the time, but now, with the seemingly innocent touch sending electrifying sensations through your spine and directly to your core, you couldn't recall the rationale behind it. Yet, you started to realize that you yearned for Atsumu and his touch. The desperation had grown to the point where you were on the verge of breaking your own rules.

You resisted for a few minutes before impulsively taking the book from his hands. Straddling him, you cupped his handsome face with your palms, initiating a slow, deep kiss that ignited a passionate blaze between you. Atsumu's hands traveled to your hips, and his touch traced the length of your spine through the soft shirt you wore. The electric current that had begun with the touch of his thumb on your thigh now surged between you, filling the air with palpable desire as your kisses grew increasingly fervent.

His grip on your hips urging you both closer until you could practically feel the heat radiating from each other's centers made you gasp deeply. He moaned into the kiss and pulled your lip between his bottom teeth, sucking on it.

Gently tugging at the short, dark hair at the nape of his neck, you exposed his throat and began a series of open-mouthed kisses along it, leaving a small mark where you could feel his pulse quickening. Your fingers moved stealthily, sliding up to pull his t-shirt up, allowing your hands to explore the soft skin of his torso. It was a mutual decision to shift positions during this intimate encounter, and as you gazed into his large, brown eyes, you couldn't help but grin. You adjusted your hips so that his crotch was nestled between your legs, and when you rolled your pelvis experimentally, both of you couldn't contain your moans.

Your breaths were becoming increasingly ragged, and you were acutely aware of his fascinated gaze as you moved together. "Oh, Atsumu, you’re so good to me, baby...."

Atsumu didn't stop you; in fact, he supported himself with one foot on the floor, giving you a more stable surface to grind against. Leaning in so close that his nose was buried in your hair and his lips brushed against your ear. He ran the ip of his tongue on his bottom lip, and  whispered, "Will you cum for me, Y/N?"

A needy whine escaped your lips, and you nodded vigorously, arching your body to press even closer to him, craving more of the delicious friction between your thighs. "Y-yeah, yes, I'll, oh God..."

Atsumu maintained his firm stance, propped up on his elbow while skillfully keeping your hands at bay. The tantalizing friction of his rock-hard cock against your clit sent waves of pleasure rippling through you, even through the thin layers of clothing that separated your bodies. Your impending climax simmered powerfully and achingly low between your thighs. Lost in the rhythm of your movements against him, it took you a moment to realize you had been moaning his name, desperately entreating him for release. "Oh, Atsumu, baby, yes, yes, you feel so good….”

His wicked chuckle, delivered right against your ear, caused your core to spasm and throb around emptiness, your orgasm tantalizingly close. "Oh, babygirl, holy hell, you’re hot.”

As you let out a soft, almost incoherent whimper, his fingers traced a tantalizing path along the curve of your hip, slipping into the dip at your waist and then up over your ribs to gently cup your breast. His thumb grazed your nipple through your shirt ever so delicately, and a shiver of pleasure coursed through you. He continued to caress the pebbled nub with a rhythmic motion, lifting his head from your neck to gaze at you intently. His lips brushed yours in a fleeting kiss, more like a whisper, as he murmured, "Cum for me, babygirl, I know you can."

In response, a moan escaped your lips, a sound that even to your own ears, sounded raw and desperate. You nodded fervently, your body writhing against his, your hands finding their way to his hair and face as he finally released them. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

Atsumu had leaned back slightly to observe your expressions, and the look of wonder in his eyes filled you with gratitude as your orgasm washed over you, forcing your eyes shut as you quivered against him.

He held you tenderly as you rode out the waves of pleasure, only shifting to cuddle you when your breathing steadied, and your eyes fluttered open. 

You could feel his presence against your pussy still but he was only half-hard now, the bulge in his sweatpants barely visible. "I love you, Atsumu," you whined, nuzzling him.

“And I love you too, my wild babygirl.”

LUCKY NUMBER #27

— Tobio Kageyama

CHANGING THE TITLE SOON LAWL

Synopsis: 3 years of being away from your family, your brother. All to follow your dream of being an idol. What’s going to happen when your company says you can’t date but you just found the hottest guy in your grade? Will you go on with your dream, or sacrifice it?

Content: high school, sfw!!, angst lowk, fem reader in mind, slight slow burn??, lowk one sided for a few chapters, kys jokes, fat jokes erm, yn lowk op, characters may be ooc, umm you have a pet rabbit surprise!! Made up characters.

Status: ongoing - just started (bites nails)

profiles:

Spotlight on us (not y/n & tsuki tho) | b b b ballers

Chapters:

Milkshake (disaster)

Top 10 coming home videos

Not my type

Tba

reblog, idfc, bc i need this to get out to those who think have authority over what authors do.

authors do not owe you anything. period. i have seen so many people reaching out to authors such as myself and many other blogs to point out problems they see in a fic. it's rude. it's discrediting, and it totally takes away any sort of joy somebody has when it comes to writing.

if you don't like a character? stop reading. don't like the story? stop reading. don't outwardly tell the author that it's not going in the direction you want it to be going.

if you're ready to take away the credibility of somebody's work, make sure you do it with actual reason. idc if you don't like the author, leave us alone.

i'm tired of people pretending like writing isn't a serious thing. it takes time out of people's lives to think up a story, write it out, edit it, and make it appear pleasant for others to see and read.

i'm personally lucky to have kind people supporting the work i do but i've seen so many vile people on this app attacking authors who are out here doing them a favor that i can't stop being quiet abt it anymore.

nobody has to write any of these things, take time out of their schedules so that people can have things to enjoy. we're doing it bc it's fun and we personally like it.

so i stg, if i see somebody else come at an author bc they're writing their favorite character out to be a villain, or whatever tf it is, i'm going to go batshit crazy

and to those who don't do this and are total sweethearts you deserve all the kisses thank you for being a decent human being <3

•¥HOW THE HAIKYUU BOYS FINGER YOU¥•

NSFW

FEATURING: IWAIZUMI HAJIME, BOKUTO KOUTAROU, MIYA ATSUMU, TENDOU SATORI, KUROO TETSUROU

this is my first actual post on this site so please be kind to me <3

IWAIZUMI HAJIME -

Hajime had come back from practice today a little more angry than usual. And from the way his eyebrows knot together and he muttered under his breath about how he ‘fucking hated athletes’, you could tell you were in for a long night.

You had greeted him at the door, arms out wide ready to pull him into a hug when he first opened it. However, he thought otherwise. He placed his shoes neatly on the shoe rack, and dropped his bag and coat in a pile on the floor by the door. He then bent down slightly and picked you up, slinging you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes- as if you weighed nothing- and b-lined straight for the bedroom. He kicked the door open with his foot, and, without closing it behind him, threw you down on to the big, double sized bed.

This was all an hour ago. Now, he had your legs pressed to your chest with his left arm, the both of you stark naked, and, with his other arm, was quickly and seamlessly thrusting his middle and ring fingers in and out of your messy, spasming cunt, working you towards your third orgasm of the night.

You panted and whined, unable to get your mind to conjure any kind of coherent sentence, your mind having gone to mush, while you pawed and scratched at Hajime’s bicep.

“Quit with your whining, baby.” He said in a deep, gruff voice. His tone made your body shift, and he bore his eyes into your own as his brows furrowed. He took his fingers from inside yo, making you whine at the loss, and roughly manhandled you back into your original position, quickly putting his fingers back between your thighs.

Your mouth hung open and your tongue lolled out at the pace he set once again, and he leant down to you, capturing it in between his teeth, and using it as a method to keep your eyes on him instead of having them roll back into your skull.

He felt you start the squeeze him fingers again, and he sped them up, curling them inside you just right, and slamming his knuckles against the apex of your thigh. You brought your fists to the nape of his neck and tugged on his hair a little, pulling his face down to your collarbone, where he placed a sloppy kiss to your jaw, sucking a bruise to your skin.

“Come on sweet girl. Cum for me. Do it now or I’ll make sure you cum again tonight.”

Your eyebrows upturned and you squeezed your eyes shut, throwing your head back and letting out a cry, as you let the coil sat at the bottom of your stomach snap. He watched you intently, smiling down at you and dropping his head to place a kiss on the corner of your mouth as he muttered something about how good your were for him.

“Good girl. Such a good, fucking girl.”

BOKUTO KOUTAROU-

Bo sat with his back to the headboard of your shared bed, your back pressed firmly against his chest, as he held onto you with an iron grip. His left arm wrapped around your front, passing over your shoulder to make sure you couldn’t squirm away, while his right arm planted itself comfortably under your own, snaking its way down so he could keep his hand glued to your core.

He sat with his legs akimbo and hooked around your anckles, which, in turn, held yours wide open, leaving you vulnerable to the world. Your hands held onto him, head tucked under his chin, as he furiously swiped his fingers back and forth at your clit, making you writhe with pleasure. Your toes curled painfully and you let out a whimper as he turned his head to place a kiss on your temple, stiffening his body to stop you from trying to curl in on yourself.

He had a little smile on his face - one that completely contradicted his actions- that looked innocent, like he wasn’t playing in your arousal like it was his life’s purpose. He slowed his fingers to a stop, and you whined at the loss of friction.

“Just a sec, baby.” He whispered in your ear.

His left hand came up to place itself on your head so he could turn you towards him for a kiss. He hummed, gently stroking your hair back, while his other hand occupied itself by burying two fingers inside your cunt. Your eyebrows knotted together and and your hands tightened oh him, as you let out a high mewl at the sensation.

You pulled away from the kiss as his arm went back to the way it was before. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear as you tucked your head into his neck. Your legs convulsed as his fingers rammed into you, causing you to whimper and moan and for your back to arch away from him -as much as his hold would slow you anyway- which only caused him to lean forward and tighten his grip on you.

Soon enough, the band in your stomach threatened to snap as you patted at his chin, getting his attention, and your legs tried to snap shut.

“K-kou, I’m gonna- fuck!”

He kissed up your neck, biting down here and there and leaving bruises in his wake.

“I know baby, let go for me?”

And who are you to deny him? He sat up straighter, leaving room for the inevitable arch that would become of your spine, watching as you shake while you ride out your high. He watched in awe, as you slumped down onto him, still quivering. He pulled his fingers out of you, patting your clit a few times to get a reaction out of you, before bringing them to his mouth and sucking on them.

“You did so well babe, I’m so proud of you. I love you.” He told you, as he kissed your neck, pulling you into his chest. “I’ll let you rest baby, I want another one out of you, okay?”

MIYA ATSUMU -

“Usual?” Osamu asked as you and your boyfriend entered Onigiri Miya. You smiled and nodded, letting out a quiet ‘yes, please.’ as Osamu led you and Atsumu over to a booth. The two of you sat as he offered you a smile and skuttled off to the counter.

You picked up your phone, responding to your friends group chat messages as Atsumu placed his head on your shoulder, letting out a deep sigh, trying to get your attention on him. You put your head on top of his and brought your hand up to stroke his cheek before quickly bringing it back down to your phone. You gasped and muttered under your breath about whatever news your friends had roped you into talking about, and Atsumu thought your reactions were the cutest thing ever.

If anyone passed by and took even the shortest of glances, they could see the hearts in his eyes, and the way he hung on to your every little word.

However, that being said, he had been very busy lately, practising, bothering Osamu, helping Sakusa clean, along with Hinita and Bokuto (only to be yelled at by Omi because they weren’t doing it right) ,etc. You had also been busy, with work, and friends and such, so Atsumu was feeling a bit needy, today being the first day in a while that the both of you had free.

He snaked one of his arms around your shoulders and pulled you into his chest, still pining for your attention, and his other hand attempting to swat you phone out of your hands. You huffed and ignored him for the most part, assuming he was being childish, until he actually hit the device out of your grasp.

“Stop, ‘Tsum, I have to reply to these messages.” You said, not looking at him as you picked it back up.

He looked at you with narrowed eyes, and he had an offended look adorning his face. Then, it was right at that moment that an idea seemed to pop into his head. His mouth went from open wide in offence, to a sly, and sultry smirk.

He kissed up your face, stopping at your temple, and, keeping his lips planted there -still in that his awful smirk that you wanted to slap off of his face- he trailed his hand that was originally slapping at your phone, down your body, and stopped at your core.

He unbuttoned your jeans and pulled your shirt down a little, wriggling his hand into the material. You dropped your phone on the table in a wave of irritation and sent Atsumu a warning look.

“What are you doing?” You asked him in a hushed voice, making sure not to alert any of the customers, or, more importantly, Osamu, of what your boyfriend was doing. He simply smiled, using his pointer finger to move aside your panties, sliding his middle finger into your cunt. You quickly sucked in a breath and turned back to your phone, hoping to emerge yourself back into the conversation so you could keep a hold of your sanity. He took your silence as a challenge, and -without any kind of warning- thrust his ring finger inside you as well.

He started moving them slowly, trying to get a ride out of your. With the hand that was still wrapped firmly around your shoulders, he gripped the back of your head, turning it so he could capture your lips in a heated kiss. The heel of his palm grazed over your clit, making your breath hitch, and allowing him to stick his tongue down your throat.

“Really? In front of my food and my customers?” You and Atsumu broke away from each other, a flush on both of your faces, and from what you could see, you assumed that Osamu had only seen the two of you kissing, and not taken any notice of Atsumu’s arm crossing over your body.

“Shut yer trap, ‘Samu.” Atsumu snapped back and his eyes widened at the sight of the food his brother had just placed in front of you. His fingers stopped moving, and you could practically see the drool falling from his lips as he stared at the food.

“You shut yer instead and eat you damn food. Which, by the way, ya ain’t gettin’ for free.” Osamu retorted back as you shakily picked up your chopsticks.

“T- thank you, ‘Samu. It looks great.” You said, breaking up the sure-to-be argument. Osamu smiled down at you, letting out a loud ‘Yer welcome Y/N’ and hurried off to tend to the kitchen.

“We almost got caught, baby. Ya liked the idea of gettin’ caught though, didn’t ya? Dirty girl.” Atsumu said, in a low, taunting voice, right into your ear. Your eyebrows furrowed and the flush soreaf further across your face as you clenched around his fingers. He started moving them again, as he started talking.

“Once we’re finished here, we’re going to see Koutarou, remember. I want to see if he, or Shouyo, or even Omi-kun, are able to tell that my fingers are fucking your cute little cunt.”

TENDOU SATORI -

When he had invited you around to his dorm the night before the big match, you had assumed that it would be innocent. He had asked if you wanted to watch a movie, and then cuddle while drifting off into a deep slumber in preparation for all the energy he would need the next day.

“I heard Karasuno are getting pretty strong. They managed to defeat Seijoh even with Oikawa. That ain’t an easy thing to do. Are you sad you don’t get to play Oikawa?” You had asked Tendou as you shut his bedroom door and set your bag down on his desk.

“Yeah, Ushiwaka said he met two of ‘em a few weeks ago I think. Said they were pretty irritating. And yeah, I’m kinda bummed I don’t get to play Oikawa, he’s almost as powerful as Wakatoshi, you know, especially with those serves of his.” Tendou told you, slipping his hoodie off and smiling up at you.

You placed your hands on his cheeks and leaned down to peck his lips, and, as if a switch flipped in his brain, he impulsively decided that now was his time to strike. He quickly wrapped his arms around your hips and switched places with you so quick you couldn’t register what was happening until your back hits his sheets. Eyes wide, you looked up at him with a blush quickly spreading around your cheeks.

“I thought you said you wanted to relax today.” You muttered quickly.

His lips stretched into a small smile and he leant down to kiss the corner of your mouth. “Don’t you think the best way to relax is with your partener? Besides, I only ever actually said watch a movie.” You gasped as he nipped at your cheek. “Nothing about relaxing, baby.” He whispered in your ear.

With that, you took your hands, still grasping at his cheeks, and slid them a little, cupping the back of his neck and pulling him down to your lips. He groaned into your mouth, and unbuckled his belt, shimmying down his jeans, only for you to notice that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. You keened at that, panting slightly as he took his cock in his fist and tugged on it a few times.

He stood to his feet and pulled the material off of his legs, his legs, and threw them to the floor, grabbing you by the anckles to bring you closer to him, and pulled off your leggings and panties in one fail swoop, and dropping them with his own bottoms. He took ahold of your anckles again, and, with a shit eating grin that scared you a little, pushed your legs down into the mating press. You felt the stretch in your thighs and whimpered at the slight pain, knowing that they would no doubt cramp up when he let you go.

He crawled up your body slightly, and perched his ass on your stomach. His fists fall from your legs, letting your feet rest against his shoulders as one of his hands grips your jaw and the other, his cock. The appendage on your face plies your mouth open, and he leans down to you. You look at him with a questioning stare when he doesn’t do anything, only for his fingers to pull your mouth open wide, lower his head, and let a glob of spit pass by his lips and yours, retracting his fingers from your mouth and pushing it shut.

“Swallow, baby.” He smiled when you did as he said, letting go of you and leaning back up straight. He took your hand and placed it on your cock, started the motion of you jerking him off, then took that hand and placed it on your neck, squeezing ever so slightly. He took his other hand behind him, and felt up and down your slit, thoroughly coating you and his hand in your slick.

He immediately eased two of his fingers inside inside of you and your eyebrows furrowed and your fist halted, only for a moment however, because he squeezed your throat a little harder than before, and shook you slightly.

“Baby, don’t make me remind you again. This is your only warning. If you stop this,” he said, glancing his eyes down to where your hand was connected to his cock, “then I’ll either stop this,” this time, he furiously jerked his fingers inside you, shaking your ass, “or I’ll edge you so fucking much you’ll be crying and the only fucking word you’ll know will be my name. I haven’t decided yet. Okay?”

You started jerking your hand again and he let out a pleased him, easing the pressure on your throat and started vigorously fucking his fingers into your pussy.

“Baby what do you say? I asked you a question, didn’t I? I said okay, now it’s your turn.” He said condescendingly.

“Okay, yes. I understand what you’re saying.” You whimpered out.

“Okay, yessss… who?” He dragged out.

“Okay, yes Satori.”

KUROO TETSUROU -

Red and gold hues snuck their way past the crack in your bedroom curtains as the sun was starting to rise, and, it was at this time that Kuroo thought you were the prettiest, peacefully sleeping next to him with the early morning sun projecting itself onto your face. He cast his eyes up slightly to see what time it was, and groaned when he read that it was only just 7am.

He had no idea why his internal body clock hated him, forcing him to wake early on one of the only days he was able to sleep in with you, but with a flick of his eyes downwards, he thought it wasn’t too bad if he woke early, thanking his lucky stars that you were there with him, and that he got to look at you in your most vulnerable state. His lips stretched into a small smile and his face flushed slightly, and he lout out a tired moan, before curling his body over your back, intertwining your hands and dozing back off to sleep.

He was awoken again a couple of hours later, to your body shuffling in his grasp, trying to stretch the fatigue from your bones. You went to get up, not awake enough to realise that lover had been woken by your antics, only to let out a screech when his arms encircled your waist and he rolled over, bringing you with him. There was a smirk on his face when you turned your head around and blew the hair from your eyes. He let out a chuckle, deep and gruff, and you huffed, letting your head flop down on your arm.

“Morning baby.” He muttered into your neck, making you shudder when you felt his breath flutter across your skin.

“Good morning, Tetsu. Let me up.” You replied, and he shook his head.

“No can do darling. I didn’t hear a please. Plus, I was cuddling with you, and you went and woke me up. How dare you.” You could sense the playful lilt in his voice and you could feel his smile pressed up against the side of your neck. You struggled to pry his hands off of your waist, ultimately giving up and letting him wander his hands over your body, stopping at your ass so he could grab a handful of it.

“Isnt Kenma wanting to do a stream with you at noon today? Baby, it’s 10:30 already, you need to get ready.” You told him as one of his hands picked and pulled at the bottom of your sleep shorts.

“Kenma and his lackey’s can wait, you, baby, are more important.” He replied, pressing a kiss under you ear as his hand started to tug your shorts down. You grasped at his writes and smiled back at him, telling him your next point to the conversation.

“They are not his ‘lackeys’, they are his fans. He’d probably kill you if he heard you call them that. Plus, Kenma’s your best friend, you can’t make him wait for you.” Sighing, he pulled the fabric down your legs and off your body, flinging them across the room and immediately latching his hand to your core.

“Babe, it’s because he’s my best friend, that I can make him wait.” He told you, cupping your cunt, then, sucking a bruise into your jaw, he eased a finger into you, and then a second, and started thrusting them.

“That- that is beside the -ah- point. Tetsurou, you are going to -fuck- hang out with your best friend, and you are going to entertain people.” You tried to keep you voice steady to get your point across, but from the pace that he had set from the get-go, it was proving to be a little difficult.

“Am I not entertaining you right now?” He asked, holding you close with his unoccupied hand.

“Yes, bu-t that’s not the point.” Chuckling, he thrust his fingers a little more rougher, and you let out a gasp.

“Oh really? So what’s the point then?” At this point, you were sure he was only keeping to conversation going so that he could torture you. Even if he had just woken up, he’s always up for teasing you, apparently.

“I don’t fuck-ing know.” You replied meekly. He started gently grinding his hips on your ass as his fingers ravished your cunt. He felt you squeeze on him and he bit yet another mark that you would have to hide for work, and he felt pride swell in his chest at the sight of them. You gripped onto his forearms as you toppled vicariously on the edge of your orgasm. And, with a few, short, viscous thrusts of his fingers, you let out a whine and what could only be described as a pornographic moan.

Your body started convulsing and he pulled his fingers out of you, bringing them up infront of your face as you struggled to catch your breath, and patted his fingers, watching all of your slick and arousal run down his hand. You didn’t realise what he had done until he was grabbing at your hair to direct your attention to his face, and he sucked on the appendages that were just inside of you.

Your eyes widened, and you quickly placed your hand over your own mouth, too embarrassed by his actions to think about doing anything else. He turned to you, smiled, and winked.

“I’m gonna text Kenma and see if you can join us today.”

𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 | 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘬𝘺𝘶𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

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↬ a/n: I DO NOT OWN THESE PHOTOS!!! please imagine yourself in these photos! these are just examples <3 and don't be afraid to send an ask!

𝗞𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗬𝗔𝗠𝗔 𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗜𝗢

okay this mf is actually good at taking photos

just ask him to take a photo of you and he'll comply

when he takes your pics, his brows are usually furrowed and his form is hella stiff

but its kinda cute

he is a sucker for your outfits!

he loves the different kinds of aesthetics and clothing you wear

he finds them cute and interesting

overall, decent photographer

"tobio, may you take a photo of me please?"

"sure."

"thank you~ hold on, lower it a little- that's it."

"I-i like your outfit by the way..."

"you always do tobio."

𝗦𝗨𝗚𝗔𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗔 𝗞𝗢𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜

suga LOVES to take photos of you when you're in food settings such as restaurants and cafes

he gets so happy seeing your face light up when the food arrives at your table

but he also finds it cute how your smile drops when the food goes straight past your table </3

though when it arrives he gets his phone ready

in general, he likes to take photos when you least expect it

"YES! the food is finally here!"

"after only what? twenty minutes?"

"twenty whole ass minutes. anyway! kou, can you pass the- HEY I SEE YOUR PHONE."

"no you don't."

"koushi~ put it down and let's eat"

"after just one photo I promise!"

𝗞𝗘𝗡𝗠𝗔 𝗞𝗢𝗭𝗨𝗠𝗘

kenma likes to take photos when you're concentrated and oblivious to your surroundings

for example, when you play video games

he smiles softly every time you're close to rage quitting, he admits that its really funny seeing you get mad on minecraft when you fall off a block at a parkour map </3

he usually takes these photos when he's taking a short break from gaming for the day and lets you play instead

a lot of the photos look hella chaotic

but what do you expect, games require chaos

"NOOOOOO"

"THE FUCK? THIS IS SO RIGGED"

"NAH I LANDED THAT"

"UGHH I HATE IT HERE"

"KENMAAA I NEED HELP"

"..."

"...kenma?"

"oh for the love of- stop taking photos of me!"

"it's funny how stupid you look sometimes."

𝗢𝗜𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔 𝗧𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗨

when oikawa takes photos of you, it's not just you

he's ALWAYS in the photos

and he's the KING of selfies and peace signs

the hand gesture is pretty much imbedded into his brain, same with volleyball

oikawa sometimes asks takeru to take photos of you and him together, and those photos end up looking cute asf

because you guys are a power couple, the most attractive human beings around

"tooru, why do you always want to be in my photos?"

"just because."

"because what?"

"I- have you seen this face?"

"many times, your point?"

"just admit it. I'm cute. when we're together in a photo, the amount of hotness radiating of it will be off the charts!"

"oh. so my looks aren't enough?"

"of course they're enough!"

"just please take my photo. WITHOUT you in it for once."

"..."

"tooru."

"fine~"

𝗔𝗞𝗔𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗜 𝗞𝗘𝗜𝗝𝗜

oh my god the KING of photography

akaashi knows every good angle you have

he loves taking photos from the back and from the front

because of the aesthetic and your pretty face :)

all the lighting in your photos is impeccable

this man will NOT take a photo in a room with shitty lighting, he'd gladly grab your hand and walk you out to a place well-lit

one time you asked him why he loves taking photos of you in nature, since it makes up 75% of your camera roll

he simply replied: "two beautiful things in one photo. what's not to love?

"keiji, may you take a pic of me please? I need it to update my instagram."

"sure, where?"

"here is fine."

"...no"

"???"

"the lighting is poor, darling. let's go somewhere else."

𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗨 𝗠𝗜𝗬𝗔

this bitch will not stop taking photos of you at random times

like all his photos be blurry asf?

???

he does not take the time to stand the fuck still and take a good photo

it always happens when y'all are walking

sometimes the photo looks aesthetic and pretty, but the other times? needs some work

he tells you you look pretty in every photo, and that lighting, angle and stuff doesn't matter

most of the time, yes it fucking does

but he does take some cute photos of you together so he can boast about his cute s/o to osamu, and his friends

but pls, can akaashi help this man?

"what the fuck, 'tsumu"

"yes?~"

"why is this so blurry?"

"I don't know, you tell me."

"could you like- maybe stop taking photos of me when we're moving? you can barely make out my facial features in this one!"

"I can still tell you're pretty though"

"I don't understand you sometimes"

𝗦𝗘𝗠𝗜 𝗘𝗜𝗧𝗔

obsessed with the grunge aesthetic

it matches his vibe, being a band musician and all

if he finds a cool looking wall or a parking garage, he'd ask if he could take a photo of you

and when you try one of his instruments, he would take a pic of you attempting a new chord on the guitar

he just loves to capture cool ass moments like these

"woah- eita, look at this mural! it's looks sick!"

"you should get a photo then"

"say less."

"move to your left a bit- there we go"

"how does it look?"

"looks sick."