part 2 to what I like pleaaaaaase you write Samu so deliciously
AWWW ty anon! <333 my goal is to have it up by Friday (I write at turtle speeds) It might be a little more plot than I was bargaining for lol but definitely smut too dw.
CW: manipulation a teensy bit , thigh riding (ゝз╹), one friendly clit slap (we're so back), unspoken pining , its kind of tender ok
When your fwb cancels on you, your best friend Osamu kindly offers to help you out with your problem. And in a crazy turn events, you agree.
an: I promised this fic a year ago 💔. That's not to say it took a year to write but that it's just been collecting dust in my docs. I love this one, it's my favorite flavor of friends to lovers and I might have to do a part 2! If you enjoy it, I would love to hear what you think xoxo
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“I’ll do it.” Osamu offered to you nonchalantly.
You nearly spit out your drink. This was Osamu, your best friend since you both started college, the one who had introduced you to his brother in the first place.
Atsumu was the guy you hooked up with semi regularly, who ruffled your hair and called you pipsqueak and acted like he hadn’t just rearranged your guts only minutes before. It was unserious in every sense of the word.
Your friendship with Osamu? Serious. And important to you. Maybe you had stroked out. Maybe he had.
“What are you saying ‘Samu?”
He shrugged like the two of you were discussing the weather, “You seem upset Atsumu flaked and I'm offering to help you take care of it.”
“Stop saying it like we’re talking about my dog. You’re talking about fucking me!”
Osamu’s calm expression broke into a cheshire grin, “It's a generous offer, you know. You should be grateful.”
“How are you so blase about this?”
“Y/n, you have been telling me how horny you are for the last twenty minutes, you can’t tell me this is phasing you.”
“But still-”
His laugh cut through your strangled words, “Such a big baby.”
Your ears heated up as he said it. He always called you that starting back to your freshman year when he found out you were an only child. He had mumbled that it made a lot of sense, and you had promptly swatted his arm. Just like then, it riled you up now. He knew it would.
You pushed out of your seat to stand, “Alright. We’re going to my room.”
Osamu’s expression flashed with surprise, but it was gone as soon as it came. Wordlessly, he followed you into your room and closed the door.
The two of you stared at each other for a good minute.
He tsked, “Y/n, don’t make this awkward.”
“I’m not. Just take off your clothes.” You directed as you pulled your shirt over your head. He moved to do the same.
“You’re making this clinical.” As he pulled his shirt off you saw the wry smile playing at his lips.
You started unbuttoning your pants, “I’m not. Order is good, rules are good.”
“Any more rules before we start?” His hands were making quick work of his belt.
Did you really need rules with Osamu? Obviously he’d never do anything to hurt you. But still. There was another potential issue. “No kissing. It's too intimate.”
He looked like he wanted to argue the point but he held his tongue. That lasted for only a second though. “I’m literally going to be inside you.”
“Potatoe potato.”
“The big baby that you are.”
You couldn’t waver on this, “Them’s the rules.”
He nodded with understanding and moved to take his boxers off. At the same time, you stepped out of your panties and unclasped your bra, letting it fall to the floor.
When you looked up, of course Osamu was staring at you. And of course you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. He was perfectly sculpted all the way down to his V line. And he was big. It was a little weird to compare him to Atsumu, a little weird that you were going to have had sex with both twins in general. But he seemed bigger than what you were used to.
“You’re gorgeous.” Osamu’s eyes were unabashedly trailing up and down your body. You wanted to brush him off, and tell him he was being stupid. But your cheeks were flushed and you found yourself at a loss for words.
He has said to not make this awkward. But how could you not? He was your best friend, so attractive that you had to pretend he wasn’t to function normally. And he was looking at you like that.
Your mouth was open and you willed words to come out. He beat you to it.
“You have condoms? And lube?” Of course you did.
He took a seat on the edge of your bed as you dug through your drawers and fished the bottle of lube out. A condom following shortly after.
“Here.” You handed him both. You wanted to finally touch him. Your palm landed on his chest and trailed down to hold him there.
Osamu caught your wrist and mumbled, “Not yet. C’mere.” He beckoned you to climb into his lap and ushered you on top of him-hovering above his thighs-, the heat of his hands searing on your hips. Opening up the bottle, he poured a little out onto his thigh.
Your brows pinched, “What are you-”
“Ride my thigh.” His eyes bored right into yours.
“‘Samu, please I just want you to-”
One of his hands ran up the inside of your thigh before carding his fingers through your folds. You almost jolted at the feel of his cold fingertips. With featherlight pressure, he teased your clit, “Can you please just let me take care of you?”
He started to draw circles and you nodded dumbly as you sank down further, pussy bare against his thigh. Sliding his palms down to your ass, he guided you forward and then back and then forward again. When his mouth found your neck, an uncontrolled sound left your lips.
You could hear him laugh but you didn’t seem to care as you rutted against him. The slick of the lube had you gliding along his thigh, the friction just right against your clit.
All the while Osamu was littering your neck with red purple marks, one hand abandoning your hip in favor of rolling your nipples between his thumb and index. He pinched and watched you suck in a breath. Really, he wanted to hear you. He pinched again.
You whined as you rode him, “‘Samu, please.”
Smirking he pulled your nipple into his mouth, sucking and circling with his tongue. Osamu’s mouth paired with the delicious friction between your legs had you soaking his thigh.
“You’re so pretty like this.” He whispered at your ear.
Your hips stuttered at the praise. As good as you were feeling, you felt you could never get close enough to his thigh, even as you ground against it. Your hands found purchase on his shoulders and you moved faster, harder. Not enough. “Osamu, please. I need more.”
He nipped at your neck before pulling back to watch you, “What do you want, Y/n?”
“Touch me, please. Like before.”
With a nod, he brought his fingers against you, “How does this feel, baby?”
Like he commanded it, your heart thundered and your clit pulsed at what he said. You swallowed hard, “So good, ‘Samu.”
He gave your clit a pinch and impishly smiled when you yelped, before kissing your neck in apology and circling one finger gently to soothe the sting, “Do you like it like this? Or like this?”
Instead of gentle, now he deepened the pressure on your clit and sped up with precision. In his lap you jolted, the tension in your body stacking.
“Tell me, baby.”
You took a breath, “The second one.” He continued and licked up the column of your neck and you knew you were a goner. “I’m gonna cum, I-”
All at once, his fingers were gone from your throbbing core. Oh this was sick.
“Osamu what the hell?”
Both of his hands slid up your stomach to grope your tits, his thumbs rolling your nipples simultaneously, making you shiver, “I’ll let you come but. . .”
“But what?”
Skimming his hand back down your body, his eyes flickered to your puffy cunt before he moved and cupped it gently. His hand was unmoving, but you could feel yourself throbbing in his palm.
When he looked up his eyes met yours and though he had called you a big baby your entire friendship, he’d never seen you this needy in your life. Osamu’s face leaned closer to yours, “You have to kiss me.”
100% he had expected you to hesitate, definitely you were going to argue the point. Nothing could have prepared him for the way your small hands grabbed his face and you pulled him closer still, the way you kissed him like you might die.
He moved his fingers back to where you needed most and he touched you the exact way you liked. As he sped up, you moaned into his mouth and Osamu’s tongue brushed against your bottom lip before you greeted it with your own.
The dam inside you was so close to spilling over. Osamu’s fingers were unrelenting on your clit, tight little circles that never stopped. Hungrily, his tongue stroked against yours and you felt your body seize up, stars bursting behind your eyes. You were lost to the high of your release and you had to break apart from your kiss to writhe against his shoulder. He didn’t stop, rubbing you all the way through your orgasm with consistent pressure, not stopping even as your pelvis jumped against hand.
All through your cries he continued, finally stopping when you bit down into the crook of his neck.
You stayed silent in his arms, your body rising and falling against him like you had just run a marathon.
Subtly you lifted your chin to peer up at him and found him watching you. You rolled your eyes, “I think you broke a rule just then.”
He smiled before stealing a chaste kiss from you, “And I think you liked it.”
You couldn’t argue the point, your lips were still tingling. Really the whole thing would have your mind spinning for quite a while. If you thought about it-
“Aghh.” Your back arched when Osamu gave your cunt a light slap. He was grinning down at you.
“I said don’t make it awkward.”
“I’m not.” You frowned against your will.
Osamu huffed out a laugh as his hand trailed down the love bites he left on your neck, “Such a big baby.”
Against your will, you shivered against him, remembering the way he had spoke to you just minutes before. Of course he noticed, he noticed everything about you. He leaned down so his mouth was at the shell of your ear and his thumb was stroking back and forth as he cupped your cheek, almost like he was holding you there so you couldn’t escape.
“You like it when I call you baby, huh?” He whispered to you.
Undoubtedly you did. More than you should.
But you needed to keep things normal. The two of you were best friends and you had to stay that way.
Don’t make it awkward.
You could do that.
You smacked his hand away from your face, “You gonna fuck me or are you gonna keep talking?”
The corner of his mouth pulled up into a smirk, “There she is.”
Before you could blink, he was tackling you down to the bed.
CW: (I dont even know where to start ) edging (good start) , consensual recording during sex, atsumu gets off to said video, voyeurism, pussy slaps(I don't think im capable of not writing them) , bokuto calls reader puppy, pretty girl, pretty ( Im a follower im a sheep but idk writing bo smut without puppy feels wrong), overstimulation (barely),
Atsumu won't stop talking about the chance to hook up with the pretty reporter, even after Bokuto tells him he's started to see her. Bokuto decides he should try a different way to shut his teammate up. All his ideas involve you, his bed, and a camera.
an: I don't think I was fully conscious when I wrote this, my vagina literally possessed me and finished writing. anyways let me know if you like it and thank you for reading!
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Atsumu clicked on the link and pressed play. The frame was dark but he could make out a voice. One that was unmistakably yours.
Your voice came out whiny, “Kou, please.”
Then came Bokuto’s familiar chuckle, “One second pretty. I need to do something first.”
Finally, the video lit up and right in the center of the shot was your face, your cheek covered in cum. Bokuto dragged his thumb through the white, trailing it down to your lips.
“Open.” He ordered. Just the sound of his voice had you clenching around nothing.
Now his thumb was in your mouth, and he could feel your tongue swirling around it, dutifully cleaning him off. Bokuto pulled his thumb out and dragged it along your bottom lip, making it look like you had just applied lip gloss.
Bo panned the phone down as he slid his hand lower down your neck, clear love bites scattered across the base of your throat. He gave it a squeeze and continued moving lower. As the camera focused, Atsumu saw your tits equally as scattered with purple blue marks and cum. His pants grew tighter at the sight.
The video continued to roll, Bokuto’s fingers drew circles around your areolas, spreading the sheen of his cum all over your peaks, and you could no longer ignore the pulse between your legs.
“Kou, please, I can’t anymore.”
Before Bokuto had gotten his phone out, he had been edging you. He’d had you play with your pussy while he stroked himself. Just as you were about to reach your high, he stopped you, but not before he came all over your chest.
After Bokuto had pushed you onto your back and slid his dick between your folds, over and over, the head of his cock catching on your clit every time. Like before, he pulled away before you had finished. His cum had shot out all over your swollen cunt and he even seemed pleased about it. You weren’t.
“Are you even lis- ahhgh”
He pinched your nipple especially hard, before soothing it with small sweeps of his thumb. He moved onto the next one, clamping it between his fingers with the same amount of force. The video captured how he was making you shudder, the way your breath was coming out in uneven pants.
“Sorry, puppy. I’ll take care of you now. You want me to make you feel good, Y/n?”
Atsumu was palming himself through his boxers because of the way your pretty tits fit perfectly in Bokuto’s hand as he kneaded them. Never before had he wished to be Bokuto, but now he would die to be where Bo was, touching you and squeezing you and making you cum under him over and over.
Your voice brought Atsumu back to the video, “Yes, Kou. I need it so bad. Please.”
Once again, the camera angle shifted as Bokuto moved his way down your body to finally end up between your legs, your wet cunt, shiny tits, and your eyes, notably hungry for more. All on display for Bo to ravage and Atsumu to watch.
The rough pad of his thumb came to swipe through your slippery folds, wet from your slick and Bokuto’s cum. When he brought it to roll over your throbbing clit, you keened under his touch, your hips jumped up, almost giving the camera a close up of your sex.
“You like how that feels, puppy?”
“Mmmhm”
“Speak up.” He pinched your sensitive nub.
“Fuck. It feels so good.”
Atsumu’s dick was fully out at this point, his fist tight as he pumped his length while he watched you .
Bokuto deepend the pressure on you and you squirmed where you laid on the bed, “Koutarou, get inside me now. I need-”
You bit down on your lip to muffle the sounds that came out when he brought his palm down hard against your pussy. Fuck. He did it a second time and Atsumu almost came at the sound of the wet slap on your cunt.
“You gotta calm down, puppy. I’ll give you what you want when I get to it, ok?” Bo cooed as he slid his palm side to side across your folds with pressure you couldn’t believe.
You nodded dumbly and jolted when he slapped you again, “I need to hear you, pretty girl.”
Your breath stuttered on its way out, “Yes, Koutarou.”
Through your haze you could hear him chuckle again and silently promised yourself you would get him back for this.
Still, he continued his ministrations on you and the pressure built up in your core. When Bokuto started drawing tight circles on your clit, you knew you weren’t going to last much longer. Bokuto could tell too.
“You gonna cum for me, puppy?”
“Yes.” You elongated the single syllable.
He was touching you at just the right pace, with just the right force. It was too much. You were gone.
Then, right as you fell off the edge was when Bokuto chose to thrust into you, burning you with the instant stretch.
Obviously you screamed.
He pushed your knees to your chest and returned his thumb to your clit, slamming deep into you, so deep you wouldn’t think it was possible if Bokuto hadn’t broken you on his cock so many other times before. Your core ached with pressure as he fucked you through your orgasm.
With your screams in the background, Atsumu came quickly, emptying out onto his stomach.
Bokuto repeatedly fucking into your cunt was in the center of the frame until he aimed it up at your upperbody, your tits bouncing with every thrust he made.
Atsumu’s soft cock twitched at how hot you looked like that, like you were made to be destroyed.
“Koutarou you’re so big- fuck.”
Bokuto’s voice sounded strained, “No can fill you up like this, huh, puppy?”
You moaned, “No, no.”
“You think Atsumu could?”
“No-god- no, no one fucks me like you, Kou.”
He gave you a slow roll of his hips that hit right in the spot it needed to and Bo’s hand had snaked its way back up your body to give your throat a squeeze, “You’re so cute, Y/n.”
And then the video cut out.
Atsumu sat up straight, his chest rising and falling hard. He was equal parts dejected and confused. But fuck if he wasn’t turned on. And moreover, he wasn’t totally sure this was Bokuto’s best move.
Atsumu was definitely going to be thinking about you for a while.
writing a part 2 to my artist!jean hcs which is fun bc he is hot! but unfortunately he is also a closet narcissist 😔 which if you think ab it on brand for him (think Picasso but not creepy and gross)
synopsis: when Y/n bashes and complains about her new job to the handsome stranger she met at a coffee shop, she doesn't expect for him to be her new boss. And after that, she doesn't expect for the two of them to get along so well, but they do, even when she comes to wish they wouldn't.
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wc: 2.8k
a/n: this is atsumu and y/n's lesson in unprofessionalism featuring oikawa hating aliens (good heavens) and kiyoko's siren call.
Chapter 3
She could feel how hot her face was as she tried to plaster on a smile, “Uh, Mr. Miya I-”
“Y/n i'm messin with ya. And please just call me Atsumu.”
“But you’re my boss, I can’t just-”
Atsumu rolled his eyes, “Sunarin is yer boss, honestly. Not me.”
“Still you’re the head of-” Her cheeks were still red but now for new reasons.
“I know, I know, I'm the prince of this nepotism circus. It's a technicality, really. Just treat me how ya did earlier.”
Y/n sighed with frustration, “He may be my direct superior but-”
“Don’t think so hard ab-”
“WILL YOU LET ME SPEAK?!”
Finally, he was quiet and the two watched each other like they were both feral dogs about to pounce at any second. The silence was so heavy, the air was charged. Atsumu swallowed the lump in his throat.
“I'm sorry. . . I was feelin. . . passionate.” He frowned regretfully as he shrunk back in his chair. She nodded.
“And I'm sorry I raised my voice. I got worked up pretty fast,” Y/n dared to give him a small smile, her stomach buzzing like she was about to walk off a ledge. In a way, she sort of was, “I had a rough morning. I rode the train here with the biggest douche.”
His eyes lit up again as he smiled back, “I bet he was insanely handsome.”
Y/n shrugged, “He was alright. Look. . . I'm sorry if what I said on the train offended you. I'm sure you’re perfectly qualified for your job and you have no stick in any unsavory places.”
“Y/n I promise I wasn’t offended. You made me laugh. People aren’t usually so honest with me. It was nice to hear.”
She gave him a nod, chewing on the inside of her lip nonetheless, “Well, thank you for being so cool about this. Did you need to talk to me about anything else? Like, manager stuff?”
“Mmm, we covered all the introductions earlier, so nothin else. Sunarin will help you get settled, but if ya need anything at all feel free to ask me.”
She rose out of her seat and bowed her head slightly before turning to leave.
“Y/n, wait.”
She spun back around to face him, “Yes?”
“If it wouldn’t make ya too uncomfortable, please just treat me the same way as ya did this morning. I think. . we have a good back and forth, ya know?”
They did?
Under normal circumstances, she would have said no. But the past month had changed her, hardening her in some places and softening her in others. What the hell did she have to lose at this point?
(Deep down inside her, she registered that she was also making this decision with her vagina. And she was also fine with that.)
“Ok I will. But I'm only going to call you Atsumu when it's just the two of us. Around anybody else it's Mr. Miya.”
“That’s romantic.”
“It’ll be more romantic when I report you to H.R.”
He hissed like she’d hurt him and pointed to the door, “Go account, Y/n.”
“On it, Mr. Miya!” Y/n turned and called over her shoulder.
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Even though she had bashed the office job, it wasn’t shaping up to be too bad. Right after her meeting with Atsumu, she met the rest of her coworkers one by one. There was Tooru Oikawa, who worked in finance the same as her. His desk was right next to hers, pushed together in an L shape. It was covered in all types of alien knick knacks: an alien mug, alien picture frame, little alien figurines.
Y/n opened her mouth to ask about them and he cut her off before she even started.
“To be honest, space kind of scares me. I'm not even into the supernatural or anything like that. I am the victim of a 5 year long running joke. I drank too much with my friends one night and compared the guy I was seeing to an alien- in a cute way- not a weird way. We broke up like two weeks later but they never stopped getting me alien stuff. I threw the first couple of things out but now I am a proud owner of a growing collection of alien themed items.”
Y/n blinked and tried to digest all she was told, “You just said so many words.”
“We’re deskmates. You have to know all your Oikawa lore.” He glared.
She bit the inside of her cheek to hold back her laughter but it was a losing battle, “Well, thank you, I feel very informed right now.”
“You’re laughing at me. I'm gonna remember this and treat you the same when you tell me all the L/n lore.”
“That’s going to be devastating.”
At first Y/n thought he was just a giant nerd, but she soon learned that everything he said was usually wrapped up in at least seven layers of sarcasm. He said most things to amuse himself. Tooru laughed at his own jokes more than other people’s. And when he wasn’t being sarcastic, he was saying outlandish bullshit that made her brain pop. On top of it all, he was a numbers genius, and he liked making sure other people knew it too.
Somehow, she got along well with Tooru. Y/n enjoyed petty arguments with him, and talking about stupid, pointless things.
After him, she met the sales team, which only consisted of three people. First, there was Hitoka Yachi, who was sweet and bubbly. Then, Y/n met Daichi Sawamura who was also very kind when he first greeted her. Mostly, he kept to himself but he seemed to get on well with the rest of the sales department.
Those two were nice, though her favorite salesperson had to be Kiyoko Shimizu. Upon their introduction, Y/n instantly admired her. By far, she was the coolest in the office, all sleek and glamorous in an understated way.
Tooru caught Y/n staring one day and she was a bit mortified, expecting him to hold the slight crush over her head. But he had simply shaken his head and assured her that she wasn't alone, “If our office was an anime, we would be a harem romance, and all of us losers would be a part of Kiyoko’s harem.”
“That was such an oddly specific way to say we all think Kiyoko’s hot.”
She exhaled in defeat, “. . . Ok yes. It was a good analogy.”
Reaching over his desk he held out his knuckles to her, and begrudgingly Y/n fist bumped him.
Over the course of a month, Y/n settled in and had adjusted completely to the new job. Accounting wasn’t her first choice, but she did it with ease. For the most part, everyone at Miya inc(k)! was kind and easy to get along with (minus Mr. Suna and Kageyama, but they had the people skills of rocks).
In particular, her manager was a little too easy to get along with.
It had started during her second week of work, when she had been sorting through some files and Koshi came up to let her know she was needed in Mr. Miya’s office.
When Y/n made her way over and let herself in, she found Atsumu waiting for her at his desk along with two cups from Housecog. Y/n shut the door.
“You needed me?” She took a seat in front of him.
“I'm so bored,” he whined. Through the sleeves of his collared button up, she couldn’t help but notice his biceps.
“Hmm. Have you tried working?” He must have been working out all the time to have arms like that.
“I finished my entire workload Monday. So yes I have tried it.”
Y/n snapped out of her daze and met him with furrowed brows, “If you finished all your work for the week, do you even need to be here?”
“I don’t. But my pops disagrees. And whatever he wants, he gets.” He’d said it as a joke but it felt more weighted than a petty jest.
“The king of the nepotism circus rules with an iron fist, huh?”
Atsumu slumped down in his seat, “The ironest. That coffee there is for you by the way.” He nodded his head in the direction of the cup closest to Y/n.
Her heart fluttered against her will.
“You shouldn’t get me coffee, Atsumu. I don’t want any special treatment just because we’re friends.” She chided, before grabbing the cup and taking a sip. It was hot and smooth and he had gotten her order just right.
He smiled , “How does that special treatment taste?”
“. . .It tastes great. But don’t get me coffee again unless you’re getting for the whole office. Okay?”
“Fine. .Yer, a real worry wart Y/n.”
Her nose scrunched up at the name, “You could stand to worry a little more. Now I need to get back to my work. I believe this is what they call time theft.”
“Just bring your work and do it here.” Y/n thought he might be joking but he looked serious as ever.
She gave him a hard stare.
“I just want some company. I won’t bother ya I promise. I’ll be as quiet as a mouse,” Atsumu held his right hand up like he was taking an oath.
“It’s going to look weird if I work in your office for no reason.”
“Just tell Sunarin and anyone else who asks, that I'm making ya go over all the reports we got from the actuary. You can pretend you’re real annoyed by me asking too, if ya wanna sell it.”
Again, Y/n stared him down and he stared right back, a non verbal game of tug of war going on between them. He won easy.
She shook her head, “Fine. Let’s not get in the habit of this lying, though.”
- - -
The two of them fell into this habit quickly. Atsumu would come up with some excuse and Y/n would be called into his office.
She would show up more stunned each day, “Do you just pull these lies out of your asshole?!”
“Hey, come on. Ya know there’s no free real estate up there.”
Nonetheless, Y/n did get work done in his office. She would steal his desk and Atsumu would sit in his hammock chair, fidgeting with a rubix cube. Kageyama had walked in on this seating arrangement a couple of times when he came to relay messages, and they both fell victim to a loss of words.
“I don’t want to know.” Kageyama would grumble. Then, he’d give Atsumu the necessary information and leave. A silence would fall between them when this happened, like they were two highschoolers just walked in on by their mother. Soon enough, they’d carry on like nothing happened.
Atsumu had told Y/n that he wouldn’t bother her while she worked and that was only a half truth. Everything, anything was on the table for a conversation between them.
She learned he had a brother- a twin- but Atsumu would still insist he was the more attractive sibling.
He liked dogs over cats
. He had been in love twice, with people he'd never dated.
Mr. Suna was actually his childhood friend, they played volleyball together in highschool. (She laughed so hard her eyes began to water when Atsumu told her they had nicknamed him ‘pussybangs’)
It had taken some stubborn coaxing for him to reveal that he had secretly joined an improv troupe in college (his great shame), and he believed he could ‘yes, and’ his way out of anything if he tried hard enough.
When he got hungry, he got so cranky that she had to refuse to talk to him until he ate something.
Atsumu didn’t say much on the matter but Y/n vaguely gathered he had some type of father complex. Whether it was resentment or fear, she couldn’t put her finger on it. He had become the manager of Miya inc(k)! so that his brother could choose any career path he wanted. The subtext was clear to her, he hadn’t had a choice. Atsumu claimed it was because he was the oldest.
“You said you were born only eight minutes before Osamu.”
He blew her off with a wave of his hand, “I wouldn’t expect an only child to understand these advanced sibling dynamics.”
Atsumu had learned a lot about Y/n too, he liked collecting all sorts of facts about her, filing them away in his mind. She had one hell of a sweet tooth, and every day she was bringing in some new kind of dessert(she always shared with him even when he didn’t ask).
She loved sculpting and sketching, she hated painting; she could never get the blending just right.
He learned that the real reason she needed more money for rent was because she had just moved into a new apartment after splitting up with her boyfriend of one year. He had cheated on her.
Y/n liked to be constantly distracted, be it a t.v show playing in the background or some music. Undeniably, she had very specific music tastes. She swore she wasn’t picky but anytime Atsumu chose the music, she would scrunch her nose up and shrug, ‘It's just not for me’.
He had found her on instagram, and once she had accepted his follow request, he noticed she used her account like ‘a goddamn scrapbook’.
And of course when he found out she was an only child, he teased her relentlessly for it.
“I guess ya came out pretty normal considering.”
“What is that even supposed to mean?” She pouted- unintentionally it was always unintentionally-, and Atsumu swore he’d bother her all damn day if he could see her look that pretty again.
A spike of fear would rise in his chest when he thought about her like that. Fearful or not, it would have never in a thousand years occurred to him to stop inviting her into his office the way he did.
These times with just the two of them had become tangible to him, something he could grab and hold when he needed a pick me up. Y/n was a good pick me up.
“It means ya could be snacking on erasers right now. Maybe huffin some glue too.”
Y/n promptly chucked his own stress ball at his head. He caught it just in time.
- - -
For the most part, the office was oblivious to Y/n and Atsumu’s budding friendship. With the exception of Rintarou Suna. He knew his friend was acting strange. And the only thing he could think to trace it back to was Y/n.
Never before had Atsumu needed someone in financial to help him , and he certainly couldn’t need her help as much as he called her in. The tasks he supposedly needed assistance with never made much sense either. When Rintaro worked up the nerve to ask him about it one day, Atsumu simply replied, ‘Ah, she’s been crunching some personal numbers for me’. He thought Atsumu could have come up with a better lie.
Not only that, since Y/n had joined their staff, Atsumu routinely began to buy coffee for the whole office. Randomly, he’d asked Kageyama to gather everyone’s go-to drink order. Now every morning like clockwork, Atsumu came into the office with a cardboard cup holder in each of his hands, delivering everyone’s order to them like some type of coffee fairy. The first couple of times it happened, Rintaro watched Y/n trying to hold back a smile as she drank, like the coffee was a part of the funniest joke.
Finally, his curiosity got the better of him.
Per usual, Y/n was called in to ‘assist’ Atsumu. Trying to look inconspicuous, Rintaro left his seat and turned the corner in the hallway to reach his friend’s office. Quietly, he pressed his ear to the door, determined to get to the bottom of this weird behavior. Although it was muffled, he could hear Y/n say something followed by an obnoxious bout of laughter from Atsumu.
Suna pulled his ear away from the door and fiddled with his tie as he walked back to his desk. Rintaro didn’t know what exactly was going on between Atsumu and Y/n, but he hadn’t heard that kind of laughter from Atsumu in a long time.
He thought if anyone deserved some pure happiness, it was Atsumu Miya. But still, he knew this was only going to spell out trouble.
synopsis: when Y/n bashes and complains about her new job to the handsome stranger she met at a coffee shop, she doesn't expect for him to be her new boss. And after that, she doesn't expect for the two of them to get along so well, but they do, even when she comes to wish they wouldn't.
◾️this is an office au and I did actually get the idea for this story from Ironic by Alanis Morissette. (I was doing the dishes it was a good time)
◾️eventual smut but if you're looking for instant gratification go read my drabbles bc this is a slow burn
CW: Mmmm not really somnophilia but it starts out kind of like that; fingering, pussy slapping (like an obscene amount i did not exercise self control), overstimulation, squirting, submissive reader
You and Iwaizumi are not speaking to each other.. But you can still have sex! That’s the plot.
Not proofread !! rawdogged! And if you enjoyed it lmk :D
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It was only you and your boyfriend in your California king bed but you made sure you were as far from him as possible, glued to the edge of the bed.
The two of you fighting was rare and it wasn’t even true fighting when it was. There was no screaming or yelling, just silence. Both of you were quick to walk away from a heated discussion and it resulted in a quiet stalemate that could last for hours or days, depending on who caved first.
Laying on your left side, you watch the wall unable to fall asleep no matter how hard you try. The room was so quiet you figured your husband must be sleeping until you feel his arm snake over your hip. You will yourself to keep still, he might just be moving in his sleep. But then his hand splays out on your stomach and begins to sweep his fingers there. You’re only in a T-shirt and a thong and you wonder if it's a good or bad thing now. His hand skims up your waist and under your shirt until he’s cupping your breast in his hand, flicking his thumb across your nipple. You suck in a breath as quiet as you can.
“I know you’re awake. You keep rubbing your legs together. Something you need help with?” Hajime whispers into your ear, his breath fanning your neck.
When you remain silent, he tuts and his hand falls down your body once again before cupping you hard in between your legs. The thong you have on can barely be called underwear and you can almost feel the heat of Iwaizumi’s palm fully. Your lower abdomen is in knots and you can feel yourself throbbing where he’s holding you. Moving at a pace that’s driving you insane, he ghosts his fingers up and down your slit, up and down as your breathing becomes louder.
You’re adjusting to the rhythm he’s fallen into when you feel him hook his fingers into your thong and jerk it back toward him, pulling the fabric taut until it's nestled between your lips and stretched against your clit. You whimper out. The friction feels good but it's not enough to make you fall over the edge.
You grab his hand to stop him, “Hajime, stop teasing me. I want you inside me now.”
He hums, “Take your panties off.”
Quick as you can, you rid yourself of your thong and settle back into him. Hajime kisses your neck softly as he runs his hand under your leg, caressing it while raising your leg higher.
“Are you ready for me?” he asks while stroking the underside of your thigh. You let out a huff of air and nod.
Waiting patiently on your side, you brace yourself for his length but you’re met with a hard slap to your clit. You let out a sound halfway between a cry and a moan. It stings and you can still feel a tingle between your legs. Iwaizumi licks the shell of your ear.
“I’m not taking orders from you today,” he rubs slow circles on your clit with three fingers, “You wanna count for me baby?”
You let out a shaky breath and he wishes he could see your face. He brings his flat palm against your pussy and you feel the same sting as before.
Hajime returns his three fingers to your clit, soothing the pain, “C’mon baby.” He adds a little more pressure.
“..One.” Your voice is wavering, you know he must be taking deep pleasure in this.
He clicks his tongue, “I wish you would behave this well all the time, pretty girl.”
Without warning he strikes your pussy again. The two of you fall into this pattern easily, where Iwaizumi makes you jolt from the sharp sensation before he comforts you with the velvet of his fingers. This sequence repeats several times and you obediently count out one, two, three, four. When it's time for you to call out five, you’re a shuddering mess panting hard, moaning when he deepens the pressure of his fingers.
“Do you remember what number comes next?” Hajime knows he’s being mean, but today he can’t help but enjoy watching you fall apart like this.
“H-hajime. Please. I- I.”
Iwaizumi presses a short sweet kiss to your neck, “That’s not the answer I was looking for, baby.”
All his fingers find your clit and he begins tapping at a pace so fast you’d swear it rivals your vibrator. He trails his other arm under you and around your chest so he can grope your tits, and pinch your nipples the way he knows you like. You can feel yourself gushing. Relentlessly, Iwaizumi’s hand drums against your clit. Your toes curl and you clench around nothing as you start to cum.
“Fuck, Hajime.” You feel him continue, riding out your orgasm with you. Then it starts to become too much. Panting and moaning from the overstimulation, you squirm in his grasp. He has you locked against him, the hand across your chest has an iron grip. Iwaizumi is no longer tapping, he’s rubbing your clit furiously with his middle finger in tight circles.
“Ha- Hajimee. You need to stop, I'm going to-” You barely get the words out.
“I want you to baby. Come on. Make a mess for me.”
Surrendering to the painful wound up pressure in your abdomen, you feel your release squirt out of you as you scream your boyfriend’s name.
The two of you are breathing heavily when he retracts his hand. You fall onto your back in exhaustion and Hajime props an elbow under him, giving you a once over.
Hajime tucks some fly away strands back behind your ears and lets his hand settle there, his thumb on your cheek. “Does this mean we’re talking again?” His voice is gentle and calm.
Your eyes gleam and you can’t help but smile at him, “Yes, Hajime.”
A huff of air escapes him and he nods before leaning over to kiss your temple. After, he relaxes into the crook of your neck, “Well.. now that we’re on speaking terms again, can we talk about how hot that was?”
a/n: ahh sorry this took so long! I’ve been feeling pretty burnt out lately :/
“Dude, I think it’s time to give up on her.”
If there was anyone who knew Connie Springer in this world it was Jean. They’d been friends since middle school and been close ever since. They had become especially close after living together. No one knew him like Jean did - and most days he wished they weren’t as close.
Jean knew all about Connie’s little games. He knew about how he liked to play along until they were wrapped around his finger and gave themselves entirely to him. He knew how he could pull moan out of moan from them, desperate to come back to him just to find their number is blocked.
synopsis: when Y/n bashes and complains about her new job to the handsome stranger she met at a coffee shop, she doesn't expect for him to be her new boss. And after that, she doesn't expect for the two of them to get along so well, but they do, even when she comes to wish they wouldn't.
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wc: 1.8k
a/n: kageyama's bitch receptionist arc starting now 😍
Chapter 2:
After a mad dash through the station that felt more movie-like than she wanted to admit, Y/n found her train with Atsumu trailing behind her. On their walk, she had learned that he was also taking the C line. Coincidence stacked on coincidence.
The two ran for the doors and Y/n hopped on as best as she could considering the swarm of bodies already crammed into the train. She waited for Atsumu to join her but wasn’t following after her like she expected. He stood right outside on the platform with his tail metaphorically between his legs.
“What are you doing? Get in here!”
He shook his head, “It looks like it's packed! I’ll find another way!”
Y/n rolled her eyes. It was rush hour, the train was bound to get a little cramped but it shouldn’t stop him from getting where he needed to go.
The light above her began to blink, signal of the doors about to shut. Moving without thinking, she reached out for his arm to pull him into the train with her. Not a second after the doors shut.
While Atsumu was surprised she had done it, he could tell that she was also surprised by herself. Equally dumbfounded, they stared each other down, trying telepathically to make sense of it all.
“You essentially just kidnapped me. It's nice to feel wanted, but there’s better ways to go about this kind of thing, Y/n.” He was smiling all the way up to his eyes, so she knew he wasn’t too bothered by the turn of events.
She sighed from the strain of lugging him in, “You helped me so I thought the least I could do is make sure you get to work on time.”
As she finished her sentence, someone knocked her forward with their bag. Y/n stumbled and wished she was a little sturdier.
Without warning, Atsumu’s hands found her shoulders and he shuffled the two of them around, so now she stood where he had been with his back to the door. She was safe from the crowd this way and he was now subject to all the jostling. Y/n opened her mouth to protest.
“It's the least I could do for someone who’s trying to get me to work on time. The office will thank you for my punctuality.”
“You work in an office?”
“Yup. Since college. What about you? You don’t exactly look like a head chef.”
Y/n gave him a minute-glare, “Today’s my first day in an office in a long, long time. I'm an artist but the rent on my new place is too steep for just commission money.”
Atsumu nodded in understanding, “Enter the office job.”
“Exactly. My accounting degree is finally being put to use.”
He narrows his eyes, “An accounting degree?... And you became an artist?”
“I know, I know. It's kind of strange but by the end of it, I was so sick of the numbers that I did a full 180. I had always done art on the side, anyway. My parents weren’t exactly thrilled but I chose what made me happiest”
Atsumu was quiet for a second. Y/n wondered if she seemed stupid or vapid to him. If she did, he didn’t say, “And are you looking forward to the change of pace?”
She groaned and leaned back against the doors, “It's my nightmare. It's some worthless subsidiary company where I’ll be crunching numbers all day and reporting to a manager who has a stick permanently embedded into his asshole. And he probably only got the job because the whole conglomerate is a giant nepotism circus.”
He looked to the floor to hide his grin,“I'm sure it won’t be that bad.”
“I hope you’re right. You like your job?”
The lights above the doors began to blink and Atsumu was saved from answering.
“This is actually my stop.”
Y/n frowned at another coincidence, “Mine too.”
They stepped off together, and Y/n had the feeling they were finally going to part. She thought about asking for his number but ultimately snipped the idea in the bud. Atsumu seemed like he was too kind for his own good. He might say yes and give it to her even if he was uncomfortable.
The two exited the station side by side with slow steps. At the end of the street they turned to face each other sheepishly.
“I'm going this way,” Atsumu jammed his thumb into the air behind him.
Y/n felt slight relief, “Ah, I'm going this way.”
A beat of silence. Y/n stretched her arm out, she figured this goodbye warranted a handshake at the very least. A wry smile appeared on Atsumu’s lips as he took her hand in his own.
“It was nice to meet you, Atsumu. Maybe I'll see you again at Housecog someday.”
He nodded, “Hopefully sooner than later.”
As Y/n walked off, the hand Atsumu shook tingled like he was still touching her there, and she wondered what he could have possibly meant by that.
Logically she knows, it wasn’t a cryptic statement by any means at all. But still she worked to decode it as she followed the route on her phone to the office. He hopes to see her again?
Y/n shook it off as she walked into the brick paved building, the one with the sign that read Miya Inc(k)! The irony wasn’t lost on her that she, an artist, would be doing accounting work at a company that sold all types of pens, many used for calligraphy and sketching.
On the inside, the Miya Inc(k)! Headquarters wasn’t at all what she was picturing. Sure, it was still an office but it had floor to ceiling windows and shiny wood floors. Overhead, light panels sat at an angle and cascaded all over the office, appearing more like leaves than lights. Y/n didn’t want to admit it but it didn’t seem stuffy at all, it actually looked a little beautiful. She tried to shove the thought down before she made her way to the reception desk.
Two men sat behind desktops there, one with silver hair and the other with jet black. The man with silver hair was preoccupied on the phone so Y/n was resigned to the other man, even though he seemed significantly more intimidating.
She cleared her throat, “Hi, Im Y/n L/n.”
He stared blankly and her insides clenched, so much so that she vaguely felt herself doing kegels. She took a breath, “It's my first day, I'm here to fill the accounting position.”
“Congrats.” He didn’t even look up from his computer. Y/n’s lip jutted out in a pout.
The man next to him promptly ended the call and brought the phone back down to its receiver. He smiled at her sympathetically.
“Hi! I'm sorry about him he’s..,” He trailed off to look at his coworker and was met with a blank stare. He turned back to you, “He’s terrible. What did you say your name was again?”
“It's Y/n L/n.” She smiled back, relieved to find someone friendly.
“Ah, Y/n, of course.” He shuffled through some papers before picking one out of the stack, “Come on I’ll take you to Mr. Miya’s office.”
With the paper in hand, he rose to his feet and motioned for her to follow him, “It's nice to meet you after talking on the phone. I'm Koshi Suguwara. Just call me Koshi. The other receptionist back there is Kageyama. Like I said he’s just naturally terrible, don’t mind him.”
“Noted.”
Koshi led Y/n through the office and she saw a familiar face, scrunched up features hunkered over a desk, “Of course you know Mr. Suna, he interviewed you last week. He’s Mr. Miya’s number 2 but he’s also in charge of the financial department. So you’ll be working directly under him.”
Unfortunately, Y/n was plenty familiar with Mr. Suna by now. He may not be the manager but she was positive he did have that stick stuck up his asshole just the same. Throughout the entire hiring process, he hadn’t smiled at her once. She figured grimace was his automatic setting. Y/n could only assume Mr. Miya would be just like him, if not worse.
“Ah..if I’m working under Mr. Suna, why am I meeting Mr. Miya right now? If you don’t mind me asking, that is.”
“Not at all. Mr. Miya normally likes to introduce himself to the new hires. Miya inc(k)! Headquarters itself is large but this part of the office runs into each other a lot. We’re honestly pretty friendly, as far as coworkers go. Here we are.”
Koshi opened the door and held it for her as she walked inside. Mr. Miya’s office might be the stuffiest part of the office she’d seen yet. It had no floor to ceiling windows like the rest of the building, but a modest window behind his desk with the blinds drawn shut. The lighting was also nothing compared to the beautiful fixtures outside.
Y/n noted a shabby house plant in a random corner. Yes, she decided, it’s a totally different vibe in here. She couldn’t say it didn’t seem comfortable though. He had two couches on opposite sides of a coffee table, along with a plush navy beanbag and a knitted hammock chair. Honestly, how much work could he really get done in a space like this?
Like a shadow, Y/n silently followed Koshi as he placed the paper on the desk, “Mr. Miya is looking at something in the warehouse but he should be right in, so just take a seat and make yourself comfortable.”
Struck with two parts nosiness and one part curiosity, she let herself survey the office again. Her investigation didn’t last long. The door slowly creaked open.
“You must be Y/n L/n. It’s nice to-” Mr. Miya abruptly paused when Y/n turned around to face him. She felt her jaw go slack.
Standing in front of her was the man she had commuted with all morning. In fact, Y/n had complained about this very job to him only a half hour ago. Her hand immediately covered her mouth as she recounted all the inappropriate things she had said to him.
Atsumu definitely felt the same surprise she did, but he recovered much quicker as he crossed the room and sat down in front of her at his desk.
Tentatively, Y/n glanced up at him expecting to see a scowl of some sort, the kind Kageyama had greeted her with earlier.
But there was only an impish smirk on his lips, “Y/n I'm so glad you’re starting today. I could really use your help.”
“You need my help?” She looked side to side wishing she had someone to share her confusion with. Was he really going to ignore everything that happened this morning?
His smirk turned into a grin, “I do. You see, I got this stick lodged in a really hard to reach place.”
Y/n’s cheeks burned red as she buried her face in her hands.
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