contains + warnings : breeding k!nk, praise, degradation, pure smut, VERY VERY messy sex, doing it raw (don't be silly, wrap your willy!), shower sex (sakusa), lmk if i need to add any more warnings
synopsis : scenarios of various hq characters knocking you up :3
★ MIYA ATSUMU
“t—tsumu….” you mewled as you felt the tip of his cock kissing your cervix each time he thrusted into you, loads of his cum from earlier rounds dripping out of you and onto the clean sheets that are now dirty.
“f—fuck…baby, ya feel so good…” he groans as he feels your warm pussy squeezing his cock, his free hand cupping your tits from behind. “should’ve told me sooner that ya wanted a baby…i woulda put one in ya ages ago…” he whispers in your ear, which puts you in a daze.
“d—don’t say stuff like that, tsumie…” you whimper quietly, your face flushed due to what he just said. “want more of your cum…♡” you say, feeling him bending over to give you more hickies and kisses on your neck and back.
“yeah? ya want more, pretty? ohh fuck—i’ll give ya more…” he whines as he spurts more of his cum inside of you, his hands roaming your ass, giving it a slap. “y’look so cute right now, baby..” he says in awe as he gently spreads your cunt open, the feeling of his cum dripping out of you once more.
and when you two get all cleaned up, he’s already making a list of names for the baby ♡.
★ MIYA OSAMU
“samu…” you say as you nuzzle against his chest under the covers. you and him have been scrolling on social media for the past hour and most of the things on his phone are just videos of babies due to him having such a high baby fever lately “y’know… if you want a kid you could just say so” you laugh a little, kissing him as you straddle on top of him.
“f—fuckk—yer s’good f’me, sweets…” he groans as you grind yourself on his now hard bulge underneath his grey sweats. “gonna take care of ya and our kid so good—i promise…” he says as the both of you take your clothes off, not wasting any time before he inserts his cock inside.
“hah—s—samu…feels s’good…” you whimper as you can already feel yourself getting closer to cumming, and so can he.
“been thinking about this for months…” he groans, your pussy clenching itself on his cock after hearing that. “seems like ya have been too…always such a slut f’me.” he whispers to you as he cums inside.
and for the next 9 months, he pampers you every single day. it was a promise, wasn’t it? ♡
★ BOKUTO KOUTAROU
“k—kou…! what’s gotten into you…♡?” you moan as he thrusts his cock inside of you roughly in a mating press.
“well i thought about what you said earlier this week…y’know, that conversation we had about having a kid..” he says as he continues to thrust inside of you. the sounds of his skin going against yours making you a little embarrassed but wet at the same time.
“so cute baby..getting wet over the smallest of sounds…♡” he coos, thumbing your nipple around with his free hand while playing with your clit with the other.
“k—kou…gonna cum if you keep doing that..” you mewl. he smirks at this and continues to do his actions with his fingers, the feeling of your pussy twitching on his cock making him closer as well.
“gonna cum too, baby..” he says, the both of you moaning together. “fucking lovee cumming in this pussy every single time…” he groans as he blows his load inside of you, his cock twitching load after load.
he’s always wanted to have a mini little version of him with someone, and now that you’re by his side, his dream will come true. ♡
★ SAKUSA KIYOOMI
“omi…i want a baby..” are the last words you said to him before he took you to the shower to absolutely fuck your brains out.
you whimper as kiyoomi pounds into you, warm shower droplets pouring onto you both. “w—want one s’bad…” you moan and twitch as you feel his cock get harder inside of you.
“yeah? you want me to fill you up and give you one?” he says in the same voice he uses to say the most filthiest things to you during sex. “hmm…think you can ask me a little more nicer? i know you can..”
“k—kiyo…you’d be such a great dad…♡” you blurt out, not realizing what you just said. it’s nothing bad, but now he wants to put one in you even more than before.
“yeah? you think so, honey?” he groans as he pounds into you even harder than before. “mhm—fuck…! please fill me up omi…” you whine “need your cum…”
as he hears your desperate pleas, he fills you deeply with his cum, pulling out of you after.
“don’t waste a drop..” he smirks into your neck, pushing any cum that falls out of you back inside of you ♡.
★ IWAIZUMI HAJIME
“work was so interesting today..” he says as his hands roam around your whole body, taking in your sounds of pleasure like music to his ears. “well…i saw this cute loving family…made me want to make one with you…”
“h—haji…want you to fuck a baby into me..♡” you mewl. as soon as he heard your words come out of your mouth, he teases your already wet pussy with his big cock. he doesn’t tease it for long though—because as soon as you started whining for him to just “put it in already”, he’s already listening to you.
“you’re so big haji…can’t take it…♡” you sob, your nails scratching at his back without even realizing it.
“you always say that, but you take it all the time, sweet girl…” he whispers in your ear, his voice going straight to your aroused cunt. “g—gonna cum haji—! oh fuckk…cum with me please..” you say desperately, reaching in for a sweet kiss as you both release at the same time.
“can’t wait to be a dad and take care of you both.” he says, a smile on his face forming. ♡
★ KUROO TETSUROU
“f—fuck—thank you s’much honey..♡” he whines as he inserts his cock inside of your syrupy pussy. “so good to me—fuck…!”
“tetsu…you’re so needy f’me, aren’t you?” you whisper to him as you hold onto his hair, massaging it with your fingers. “w—want to make you a mommy…s’badly…” he whimpers, making you laugh a little. he was so much bigger than you, yet, you always have him submitting to you.
“t—tetsurou…feels good…♡” you sob, pulling him into a kiss. you both groan at the way you both taste and you swear that you felt him almost cum during the kiss.
“aww were you about to cum, baby?” you say in a mocking tone, hearing him whimper at your words. “you’re so cute…”
“d—don’t say shit like that..” he says, his voice breaking as he finally cums inside of you.
after that, he orders a volleyball for the baby online. maybe the baby will become just like him back in high school ♡.
★ AKAASHI KEIJI
“had a dream of me and you with a kid…” he says with a sultry voice you haven’t heard before. “you looked so fucking pretty…” he says from behind you, kissing your neck with his hands playing with your tits, the feeling of his cock hardening behind you.
“k—keiji…i had a dream like that about you too…♡” you mewl at the pleasure he is giving you. “think it’s about time, yeah, angel?” he says, climbing on top of you to take off your little sleeping shorts along with your underwear, rubbing your bare wet pussy with his knee in between your legs.
“mhm…wan’your kid keiji..” you say as his cock enters inside of you, moaning at the familiar feeling. he was always so careful with you, so gentle and loving. “are you okay, angel? does it feel good?” he says sweetly. he asks you this every single time, and it never gets old. in fact, it makes you love him even more.
“maybe our kid will have your pretty hair…or even my eyes…maybe even your sweet personality.” he says gently, putting some strands of hair into the back of your ear as he continues to move back and forth in your pussy.
“gonna cum soon, angel..want you to cum with me too..” he desperately says, his lips pressed against yours so intimately, as if he’s yearned for this exact moment. “k—keiji m’gonna cum..!” you mewl, both of your fluids combining as he takes a moment to let you ride out your high.
“love you so much, angel.” he says after getting you both properly cleaned up, both of your arms around each other. ♡
~
Cocky men who are just so full of themselves, who know how handsome they are, who know how good they fuck.
You want to resist, you hate knowing that you're just another one of his conquests but he's just so irresistible. And he's close to you, too close. You can smell his old spice shampoo mixed with something sweeter and you can practically taste it on the tip of your tongue- it's a smell that makes you want to bury your nose into him over and over again.
He bends down, his lips just grazing your cheek, a feather-light touch that sends shivers down your spine, making your entire body quiver. "If you want me to stop, say it now," he whispers. When you remain silent, he brushes his mouth against the hollow of your temple. "Or now." He traces the curve of your cheekbone. "Or now." His lips meet yours.
It is all a blur from there, but now your on your back, naked, legs pressed flush against your chest effectively folding you in half and spreading you open. And oh boy do the curtains match the drapes because he is so big. His dick fills you up better than your fingers or a stupid dildo ever could and the drag against your walls with every thrust, the friction, it's delicious.
"This what you imagined in that pretty head of yours?" He chuckles, and you open your mouth to say something but he already capturing your lips with his. You whine into his mouth and you let his tongue weave its way into yours. His hands slides down to your throat, giving your the sides of it a squeeze to softly block your air flow.
"Huhhh... so good m'feel so good." You whine. You think you must be dreaming with how euphoric everything feels right now. The pleasure is so good it's all you can think about, it's absorbing you. Your abdomen tightens with every surge of hot tingly goodness that comes with each thrust and electric flesh arrows of pleasure dance along your skin.
"Oh I know baby, I know you do," He coos, bucking up his hips teasingly. He lets out a soft groan at the way your pussy feverishly grips his dick. The sound of wet sweaty skin slapping mix and mingle in the sex steamed air. You want to scream at the way his dick fills you up so perfectly every time he snaps his hips into yours.
A mixture of pre cum and your juices accumulates at the base of his dick and every vein on his cock dragged against your velvety walls, catching on your entrance as her pulled back before falling back into you.
“You can cum princess, we got all the time in the world."
★ content: smut, nsfw, afab reader, timeskip haikyuu, phone sex, masturbation on call (both female and male), p in v, sex without protection, just nasty boombayah🙂↕️
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It was around 1 am when your phone buzzed against the nightstand, its insistent vibration cutting through the silence of your darkened bedroom.
Half-asleep, you squinted at the screen.
Incoming call from Atsumu Miya…
“What the hell does he want at this hour?”
you yawned out, ignoring it. But curiosity—or something deeper—won out, and you swiped to answer.
“Hello?” you said, voice thick with sleep.
“You picked up.” His voice was low, rough around the edges, and entirely too intimate for a call at 1 am.
“Clearly. What do you want?”
There was a pause, the sound of rustling sheets on the other end. When Atsumu spoke again, his voice had a slow, deliberate cadence.
“Couldn’t sleep. Figured I’d call you. Keep me company.”
you rolled your eyes, but your pulse betrayed you—quickening just a little.
“That’s not my job. Go bother someone else“
“You always talk back like this, or just when you’re in bed?” he murmured and you could hear the smirk on his face
“You think I’m in bed?” you exclaimed trying to sound annoyed.
“Aren’t you?” he challenged.
You swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of the sheets pooling around your waist, the thin tank top clinging to your skin. You tried to sound unaffected. “And if I was?”
He exhaled, a slow, knowing sound. “Then I’d say you should turn over and put me on speaker.”
Your breath caught. The casual arrogance in his voice made your stomach flip, but you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction.
“You’re awfully bold for someone begging me to keep him company.”
“I’m not begging. Just picturing things.”
Your fingers tightened around the phone.
Damn Miya.
“Like what?” you asked, voice softer now, curiosity laced with something darker.
A deep chuckle rumbled through the speaker. “Like what you’re wearing. How you’d sound if I…” He trailed off, waiting.
you shifted, your body betraying you before your mind caught up.
“If you what?” you whispered.
He hummed, pleased. “Now we’re talking.”
Atsumu’s voice sounded like liquid heat sliding over your skin.
“That depends,” you countered, fingers tightening around your phone. “Are we?”
He chuckled, low and slow. “Oh, princess, I think we are.”
A rustling sound filtered through the speaker. Sheets shifting, a sharp breathy exhale. Your skin prickled.
„What are you doing?” you asked, voice softer now.
“Thinking about you.”
Your heart pounded.
This was too intimate.
Too much.
But you didn’t plan on hanging up.
“And?”
A pause. Then, a deep inhale. “And wondering if you’re touching yourself yet.”
Your breath hitched.
“What—”
“Don’t play coy,” he interrupted, voice laced with amusement. “Not after the way your voice changed. I can hear it, you know. The way you’re breathing.”
You swallowed. hard. He wasn’t wrong. Your skin felt hypersensitive, every inch of you buzzing with awareness.
“I—”
“Tell me,” he said, voice dropping an octave. “Are you?”
your fingers flexed against the sheets. Your thighs pressed together instinctively. Atsumu was a few miles away, nothing but a voice in your ear—but God, did it feel like he was right there.
“Maybe,” you admitted.
His groan was low, guttural. “Fuck.”
Your breathing hitched yet again.
“Put me on speaker.”
You hesitated.
“Princess,“ he coaxed, a little rough. “I want to hear you.”
Heat shot straight through you, pulse hammering as you did as he asked.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured.
You barely had a second to process what he said before he added, “Now, tell me exactly what you’re doing.”
“I…” you swallowed, heat pooling between her thighs.
“Don’t get shy on me now,” he murmured, voice coaxing but firm. “Are your legs spread?”
you closed your eyes, trying to get used to the feeling inside you.
“sweetheart?“
you bit your lip. “Yes.”
A sharp inhale from the other end of the line.
“Good girl.”
The praise sent a shiver straight down your spine. Your other hand drifted lower, teasing the edge of your panties, breath quickening.
“Are you wet?”
God, he was relentless.
your thighs clenched. “Yeah.”
“Let me hear it.”
you exhaled shakily, shifting your fingers lower, parting yourself with a soft, unsteady sigh. The sound was unmistakable.
His groan was deep, almost pained. “Fuck, I knew it.”
Your pulse hammered in your ears. “What about you?”
A dark chuckle. “You want to know how hard I am for you right now?”
you whimpered.
“Tell me what you’d do if I was there,” Atsumu demanded, voice rough.
Your breath hitched. “I’d let you touch me.”
“Where?”
You slid a finger lower, teasing yourself, gasping softly at the sensation.
“There.”
„I want more than that, sweetheart,” he growled. “Tell me.”
You let your head tip back, drowning in the sound of his breathing, in the slow, needy way he exhaled whenever you made a sound.
“I’d let you spread my legs,” you whispered, now more confident, slipping a finger inside. Your body clenched at the thought of him—his hands, his mouth, his weight pressing you down.
“Yeah?” he rasped.
“And I’d let you—”
A moan slipped past your lips as you worked yourself open, the pleasure spiking hard.
Another groan from him.
“You’re killing me, baby,” he muttered. “I wanna be inside you so bad.”
Your breath came in quick, shallow pants.
“Then come over,” you whispered, opening your eyes to look at the phone.
A long silence stretched between the two of you. Your body was still humming, fingers wet from touching yourself to nothing but his voice. You could hear his breathing through the phone—rough, ragged.
Then—
“Stay up.”
Your breath hitched. “What?”
“Stay up,” he repeated, voice dark, commanding. “I’m coming over.”
You sat up so fast you nearly dropped the damn phone.
“You’re serious?”
“You’re the one who told me to.” A low chuckle. “Now be a good girl and keep those pretty legs spread for me until I get there.”
The call ended.
Your stomach flipped. Holy shit.
You barely had time to collect yourself before there was a knock at the door—sharp, urgent.
You opened it, and there he was.
Hair tousled, chest rising and falling like he’d rushed over, eyes dark with something primal.
The second you stepped back, he was inside, slamming the door shut behind him.
“You’ve got no idea what you’ve done to me,” he muttered, gripping your jaw and tilting your face up.
„Then do something about it.”
And he did.
His mouth crashed onto yours, a desperate, bruising kiss, hands roaming, pulling, grabbing.
Atsumu lifted you up effortlessly, pressing you against the nearest wall, grinding against you—and God, he was so hard.
“I need to be inside you,” he groaned against your lips, fingers already shoving your panties down, his own pants barely undone before he was lining up his—thick, hot, throbbing cock against your entrance.
You gasped, nails digging into his big shoulders. “Then don’t tease.”
His jaw clenched.
“Hold on to me.”
you barely had time to obey before he thrust inside in one deep, punishing stroke.
Your body arched, a cry breaking from your lips.
“Fuck,” he gritted out, forehead dropping to yours.
“So fucking tight.”
He didn’t wait. Didn’t give you time to adjust.
He fucked you against the wall, each thrust of his hips deep and ruthless, dragging moans from you that you didn’t even recognize as your own.
„This what you wanted?” he growled, biting at your jaw and your throat, his grip bruising on your thighs.
“Yes—fuck, yes,” you moaned, nails raking down his back.
He lifted you higher, angling deeper—hitting that spot that made you see stars.
“Good girl,” he rasped. “Come on, baby. Let me feel you.”
And when he reached down between the two of you, pressing his thumb against your clit—you shattered.
as atsumu’s proud and beloved girlfriend, you posted a photo of him warming up for one of his first msby games. in the photo, he’s looking real sassy while side-eyeing the opposite team’s setter, so you put the caption “watch out, he’s first up to serve… SERVE CUNT! pop off, babe!!”
“don’t you dare laugh, miya,” aran sighed as he walked past both of you.
miya atsumu tried. he really tried. but there you were, trying not to burst into tears, holding them back, nose getting increasingly more red, mouth pulled into a wobbling frown that he just couldn’t help it.
it was too cute.
it wasn’t like he particularly found it funny that you tripped and fell on your face as you hurried over to him, but goddamn— he didn’t know how else to get rid of this tight feeling in his chest, seeing you all vulnerable and pretty and snot-faced on the ground.
he offered you a hand, fingers shaking from his futile effort, “oi, are yer—” a snort escaped him, “—al—ngh...alri-hi-hight?”
he was an asshole.
god, he really was for barely keeping the mirth and laughter away from his voice, for enjoying the sight of you on your knees in front of him, tears clinging to your lashes, the pout of your lips deliciously inviting. he could see himself reach over and tug your hair, collect it in his fist and mess you up even further, have tears and saliva mix until both of you got lost in each other. just so cute.
“my, yer a bastard, ‘tsumu,” his brother’s blank face entered his field of vision, also offering a hand to help you up.
hell no.
by then, atsumu was quick to smack his brother’s hand away, his own already sneaking around your waist to pull you up; the sudden swing of strength flushing you close to his chest, engulfing you in his warmth and tackiness of his skin, surrounding you with the scent of his sweat and his deodorant.
atsumu sent a shit-eating grin towards miya osamu over your head, one big hand of his coming to rest on your head, surprisingly gentle for how unruly and fast he had steadied you.
his voice was still coloured with glee when he drawled, “get yer own pretty girl to laugh at, ‘samu. this one here’s mine.”
pairing atsumu miya x f!reader
word count 1.6k
synopsis atsumu steals every reporters' attention as he introduces the media to his triplets during a post-game interview; or, more accurately, his triplets steal all the attention. like father, like sons.
content contains domestic fluff, dad!atsumu, atsumu & reader are married and so in love, babies, mention of pregnancy
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The flashes of cameras going off, the constant exclamations of “Miya! Miya!” coming from the crowd of journalists and reporters all vying for his attention, the fact that the foldout chairs they use for all these post-game interviews are harder on your ass than falling on asphalt — all of this is being handled with ease by a smug Atsumu Miya.
Or, normally all of this would be handled with ease by a smug Atsumu Miya.
But right now, the Atsumu Miya struggling to take a seat in the most uncomfortable chair known to man, dyed hair a mess, his usual trademark smirk replaced by furrowed brows and a look of concentration, doesn’t appear to be the godlike adversary on the court. In fact, he looks oddly human.
The cause of what has humbled this cocky athlete and reduced him to mere mortal man are the three chubby toddlers he’s cradling in his arms.
All of them are identical, from their chubby cheeks to their little grubby hands. Heads full of thick, dark brown hair (reminiscent of their father’s natural color) poke out from Atsumu’s hold, and the eighteen-month-olds’ eyes are all full of childlike wonder as they watch the crowd, confused as to who all these people are.
After finally getting settled into his seat, Atsumu addresses the crowd casually, as if he didn’t spend the last two minutes ensuring that his baby boys weren’t going to slip from his arms while he tried to prepare for this interview. Akimitsu is secured in his left arm, Akihiko in the right, leaving poor Akinari to cling onto Atsumu’s neck.
While athletes have been getting more comfortable with bringing their kids up on stage with them, no one has ever seen a professional athlete haul his three babies with him.
A fact that one reporter is more than happy to point out.
“Miya, wife put you on babysitting duty?” A male journalist calls out from the crowd. A few chuckles follow, but Atsumu just smiles at the mention of you.
“Nah. It’s not babysittin’ if they’re your damn kids, right? Besides, she deserves a break.” A few appreciative murmurs flutter through the crowd.
After the initial surprise of seeing identical triplets being carried in the MSBY Black Jackals’ setter’s arms, the reporters are back to business as usual. They’re all professionals — even if hearing Atsumu give them a great quote to use as a hook (“I respect Nakamura as a human bein’ but calling him a setter for a professional league volleyball team is an insult to setters everywhere.”) is followed by him cooing sweet words of affirmation to whichever of his sons happens to be babbling in his ears.
“Nakamura isn’t a very good player, is he, Akihiko?” No one outside of your family and his teammates have ever heard Atsumu sound so affectionate. His words are practically coated in sugar, and it’s hard to remember that he’s insulting another player in the league whenever he’s practically bumping noses with his toddler son when he says it.
Akihiko, most likely due to his father’s influence, lets out a stream of enthusiastic gurgles that Atsumu automatically translates to him being in complete agreement with him.
“Write that down.” He says to the crowd. “Even my baby knows he’s shit at the game.”
There’s a few more minutes of Atsumu answering the usual post-game questions, but halfway through one of his responses, Akinari loses his grip on Atsumu’s neck and is about to tumble to the floor before Atsumu’s reflexes kick in. You’ve made a joke once that you think Atsumu’s reflexes have become heightened after becoming a father; his athletic instincts have merged with the famous “dad reflexes” all fathers seem to be gifted with. (Atsumu tells reporters that this is why he keeps on becoming a better player; people think his family would hold him back, but once again, family is his greatest blessing.)
“Ya gotta hang onto me, buddy.” Atsumu can’t even pretend to be stern when he tells this to Akinari, who only smiles at him and exclaims something unintelligible. He shifts Akinari to his left arm, relaxes back in his seat, and is even excited to answer a question concerning his play style compared to Tobio Kageyama’s, but as he readjusts the two boys in his arms, Atsumu can’t help but startle at the fact that he has three kids. Not just two.
Momentarily panicked, he almost wants to ask why the hell no one told him one of his kids jumped ship but then he feels a tug on the bottom hem of his volleyball shorts.
Peering under the table, Atsumu is greeted with the sight of Akimitsu’s mischievous little face. He’s the oldest of the three and takes after Atsumu the most — meaning, he’s the cutest little nightmare there could ever be.
“Whatcha doin’ under the table, Mitsu?” Atsumu asks, and Akimitsu gives out a happy, gleeful shriek. He’s clapping his grubby hands together and cheering.
“Dada found me!”
“I did find ya, buddy.” Atsumu coos. “Now why don’t you come sit on daddy’s lap?”
After wrangling up all his kids once more, Atsumu sighs and looks up at the timer in front of him.
“I have enough time for one more question.” He tells the crowd.
“Are you excited to get out of here and get back home to the wife?”
“I’m always happy to come home to [Name]. If there’s a professional league for motherhood, she’s going into the hall of fame. I don’t know how she handles these fools by herself all day.”
Akihiko takes a tiny, chubby hand and smacks Atsumu in the face. Repeatedly.
“Home! Home!” His slaps get slightly more aggressive, but Atsumu’s received some serves with his face before, so it doesn’t really phase him. “Home! Mama!”
“Well, you heard the man.” Atsumu actually gives a genuine smile for the cameras. “We gotta head home.”
You’re applying your moisturizer in the bathroom despite the mirror being fogged up from the hot shower. It’s probably why you don’t anticipate strong arms wrapping themselves around your body, and you gasp before your muscle memory recognizes him. Your body easily relaxes against his, and you’re smiling as you ask your husband,
“Had a good day today?”
“We took ‘em in two straight sets. Slaughtered the other team to the point where it wasn’t even fair.” He angles his head just right so he can kiss you on the cheek, but you gently slap him away.
“I’m putting on moisturizer right now.”
“Great. My lips are dry.” He goes in for another kiss, and even though you’re giggling, trying to pull away from him, he still plants a peck on your soft skin. “Should I go for seconds, just for good measure?” He teases.
“Hmm, I guess so.”
“Oh? What’s with the change? Realize how much you can’t live without my touch?” He pulls you in closer to him, your back pressed firmly against his chest. He’s fresh out the shower, stray droplets of water greedily clinging onto his skin.
“Maybe.” You tilt your head back on the front of his shoulder so that you can see him. “You know your interview is trending on Twitter, right?”
“Oh, yeah? Bet Nakamura’s pissed.” Atsumu sounds too happy at the concept.
“No. There’s actually an interesting clip that keeps going around. Someone already used it as an intro for a thirst edit of you.”
You like it when Atsumu is thinking. There’s an adorable crease in between his furrowed brows, and you can practically see him going through the memory files in his brain, trying to figure out what could possibly be worthy of inspiring an edit of him.
“You seriously don’t know?” You’re laughing at him, and it’s the sweetest sound in the world. Atsumu doesn’t take kindly to being the butt of a joke, but from the moment he saw you, he knew he’d do anything to stay by your side, even becoming a fucking court jester if that’s what it took.
You reach for your phone on the counter, taking a few seconds to load up the fan edit you have favorited.
He’s burying his face in your hair, hiding away as he hears the audio of him going now why don’t you come sit on daddy’s lap playing on a loop. He groans when you let it replay, uncharacteristically shy as you keep telling him to watch it.
“The comments are the best part, though, baby!” You haven’t been able to stop giggling at jackingthejackalsoff’s very bold and very true statement of yeah, if i were [name], i’d pop out triplets for him too tf 😭🙏.
As Atsumu’s hands travel to rest against the growing swell of your belly, you tease him. “So, when the twins are born, do you think you’ll have enough space in your arms to haul all five of our kids, or should we finally use that baby chest carrier Shoyo gifted us?”
“I can carry all of ‘em and you onto that stage.” He regrets making this smug remark whenever you slightly drop your teasing tone and use what he dubs The Mom Voice on him.
“Oh? If that’s true, then why did it take you so long to realize Akimitsu crawled out of your arms while you were busy calling your opponents scrubs?”
“Have I ever told you what a wonderful mother you are? And this moisturizer! Wow, I don’t know what you’ve been doing with your skin, baby, but keep it up.” He’s peppering your face with more kisses, hurriedly trying to change the subject, and you gladly let him.
omg could you plz do angtsy smut mma! toji x jealous reader where toji gets a lot of attention from female fans?!
✵ ALL MINE ✵
✵ mma!toji x reader ✵
✵ tags — riding, spitting, praising, oral(m!receiving), overstimulation (f + m), unprotected sex, creampies, dacryphilia, dumbification, oral fixation, jealous reader, slight mean toji, biting, pussy slapping, fingering, age gap (20s, mid 30s), pet names,
you couldn’t help it. youre not the jealous type, honestly. but…just watching them. god your blood was boiling. your arms crossed, nails digging into your bicep. your tongue running across your teeth.
“let’s meet him in the car so we’re not bombarded,” gojo ushers you, taking your hand as he leads you through the back along with geto as you guys wait for toji to exit the stadium after doing the weigh ins with his opponent for tomorrow.
fans and paparazzi waited outside as they snapped pictures of the three of you leaving. you covered your face with a hand, baseball cap pulled down quickly getting inside the car. you watched with a slight glare, eyes fixated on the door waiting for him to come out.
and he most certainly did.
followed by the entire female species latching onto him. the way they felt his biceps, hands running across his back as he passed by. the way they pressed their lips to his cheek as they asked for pictures. the way they pulled their shirts for autographs on their tits. the way some would beg to hold his hand.
toji seemed oblivious. he used to hate this stuff but after you made the shitty mistake of telling him to be nicer to his fans, he’s somewhat zoned out of it now. he took pictures with people, signed anything in front of him, let people jump around him. the man was a wearing a hoodie and sweats low on his hips as his security and coach held his things, allowing him to sign autographs.
“doesn’t need to take a picture with every fucking person,” you mumbled under your breath. gojo and geto look at one another. they felt some weird tension surrounding you after toji undressed for the weigh in and the entire room of journalists seemed to cheer. Unprofessional.
this has been something you’ve been building up inside you. but it got to an ultimate max when one journalist “tripped” and pressed her entire body against the fighter after he the weigh ins. toji wasn’t even fully dressers yet but helped her get steady, her tits almost falling out of her top as her leg was thrown in front of toji’s crotch.
your jaw snapped.
“okay toji,” his coach asked security to make way as toji pulled his hood up, exhausted.
“babygirl,” toji greeted you as he entered the car, his arms coming around you as he buried his face in your neck. a long sigh escaping his body as he relaxed in your warmth, your scent flooding his senses as his eyes fluttered shut. you wore matching hoodies, which you would’ve thought was cute, but….
you felt guilty keeping your arms crossed and looking out the window. but fuck it, you were pissed. “babygirl?”
“can we go now?” you said to his coach, who immediately had the driver start the car.
“ sweetheart? you alright?” your nails dug further into your arms as you sucked in a breath.
“fine, just tired,” you snapped, the attitude was leaking, and toji was definitely not in the mood.
“gonna tell me about it or you just gonna stare out the window till it breaks?” toji knew you could be a brat, but certain things ticked him off and it’s when you’d let things boil up and not address them with him.
you ignored him, feeling him pull away from you as he crossed his arms, now ticked off as well. you kept your legs crossed, body toward the door, away from your boyfriend.
you said your quick goodnight to the driver and toji’s team before walking inside the building. there were a few fans that were near as they immediately flocked to the fighter. you huffed.
“really sweetheart?” toji watched you enter the elevator without him. “fucking brat,” he mumbled pushing past the fans that were pissing him off.
you were taking off your makeup in the bathroom as you heard the front door slam shut. you locked the bathroom door the moment he entered the bedroom, turning on the shower.
“not gonna talk?” he jiggled the handle before giving up.
you took your time in the bathroom, washing your hair, moisturizing, skin care, the whole routine. finally stepping into the bedroom after more than an hour. toji looked up from his phone, sitting on the edge of the black bedsheets. his eyes following you as you walked across the black wooden floors in the bedroom to the closet.
“sum smart ass now… look at me,” toji saw you pause. your fist clenched your towel, you knew he hated the silent treatment. he waited as your eyes slowly trailed over to him in a deep glare. “good to know your ears still work.” your fist clenched, brows pulling together in anger.
“don’t look at me like that,” his voice was deep. you’d really ticked him off. deserved. after this seasons matches, the fans that had you pushed to the side, you were pissed. how could he not see it?
“pretty girls shouldn’t make such dirty faces,” toji pulled his hoodie off, a slight groan coming out. your body hesitated, wanting to help him but you stayed put.
“still fuckin glaring,” toji stretched his neck, eyes glued to yours. It felt like a staring contest, his eyes slowly trying to break your composure. however when it came to you , he’s learned to be a very patient man. his little girl didn’t realize how many fits she threw because he’s always catering to her little needs. but in moments like these, it was going to be easy.
your blood was starting to boil. fuck him, letting all those women rub against him. I bet he gets off on it! asshole can’t learn to set boundaries!
“keep glaring that hard, you’ll make me cry,” toji taunted. “wanna make me cry?”
“yes,” you snap back. toji holds in his smirk, there she is. his little brat.
“now that’s not very nice,” he pouted, “gonna win my baby a match tomorrow, that not enough—
“no,” your jaw was locked, your hair dripping as you held the towel close to your chest.
“long day sweetheart, come closer,” toji reached a hand out, his eyes were heavy, but god he needed you to calm down. you huffed, teeth grinding as your eyes trailed over his heavy thighs spread open as he sat on the bed. you could notice the subtle bulge that rested on his upper thigh under the grey sweats. his arm flexing as he rubbed a hand over his eyes. his hand dropping to l his leg, eye lids heavy as he looked up at you waiting….hand still outstretched.
you reluctantly dragged your feet closer. standing a couple feet away now, arms still crossed. toji sighed.
“come… here,” his voice dropped even lower sending chills down your spine. slapping your hand into the one stretched out, immediately locking his palm in your small one pulling you between his open legs. you tried to hold in the squeak, hand holding your towel closer, eyes averting as his big hands held you, the warm touch pretty high up your thigh, just barely touching your cheeks. his finger tickled the curve under your ass, involuntarily making your cheeks flush.
“you like having them all over you and coming home and having me too?” you finally burst. Toji’s brows furrowed as he looked up.
“wha—“
“you let them touch you and kiss you and fucking run their hands all over you!” you were pissed, so beyond done. “practically fucking you in front of your face and you just take it—“
“who’s do—“
“you’re fucking fans,” you try to step back however he doesn’t give you chance to escape, his huge arm already pulling your waist and throwing you easily onto the bed, you barely had time to react as you quickly held your towel from falling, tits ready to spill out.
“my fans, this whole thing was about my fans?” you saw the spark in his eyes. he was pissed. of all the things to be pissed about, it had to be something he couldn’t give a single fuck about it.
“yes” you tsk, trying to push him off you only for him to cage your arms over your head with one swift move, the other grabbing your chin tilting your face up to him.
“shitty brat,” toji spat, crashing his lips onto yours. a wave of heat rushed between your legs as you whimpered, body wiggling in his death grip. you felt his tongue push your lips apart immediately causing your body to writhe. he always has the upper hand. but, you couldn’t stop the moans slipping past your lips. his teeth dug into your bottom lip as you cried out.
“slutty little girl….who was it that told me to play nice? To take pictures with everyone? To not start fights when people touch me?” toji noticed your eyes avert. “look. at. me.” he grabbed your chin again, your brows pinched together.
your eyes meeting his dark ones, tears prickling in anger. but he was also angry. you hated getting mad, you hate being dramatic, but fuck you were so angry. why are his fans always touching him! he’s yours!
“gonna cry now?” he taunted, your bottom lip quivering as you tried to avoid his eyes again, your chest rising as you felt your throat start to clog up. “was I being too mean? yelling at my sweetie?” his words only had you biting your cheek. fuck this!
“tojii,” your tears finally slipped as you hiccuped, whining in his hold as he kept your arms caged up. “let me goo,” you were wriggling too much, as your cheeks flushed with arousal and anger. the tears slipping down as he cooed, watching the towel fall allowing a pretty view of your tits shaking with every sob you let out. your pretty little nipples all perked up for him to see.
“awww shhh don’t cry, princess,” he caressed your cheek as you buried your face into his palm sniffling. toji hummed, she’s so cute, my little baby. his kisses littered your neck as he licked your ear making you squirm. “if you had a problem with it, I told you to use your fucking words, kid,” your pussy fluttered. “aren’t you a big girl? forgot how to speak?” toji pulled your bottom lip down, letting your jaw fall slack. “gonna learn your fucking lesson?” his tongue slipped inside you without warning.
you bucked, only for toji to slap your thigh, pushing your legs open letting the towel unwrap and expose the rest of your freshly showered body. your face was flushed as your lips hung open allowing toji access.
“to—“
“what?” he snapped, glaring up at you as you cowered in his gaze. your lips trembled, you were pooling the moment he opened your legs, pussy lips already dripping with slick. “were you acting like a brat on purpose? wanted me to put you in your place?” toji said, teasing a finger through your wet folds.
“no!” you quickly go to defend yourself only for toji to slap your pussy electing a loud cry. “it’s not fair!”
“what’s not fair?” he lathered his fingers in your leaking juices before shoving two fingers in, fucking your wet pussy. “who couldn’t use their words again?” he leaned down swallowing your cries with his lips. “now…I’m gonna give you a fucking reason to cry.”
you don’t know how long it’s been since he’s tossed the rest of his clothes. he was now slamming into you from behind. his grip left bruises on your hips and thighs as his fat crown head jammed at your crevix. “fuck…me,” toji was grunting over your shoulder. he lost all composure. absolutely wrecking your little hole. the sheets soaked in your tears as you drooled and screamed, wrist still bound. his little baby was jealous? ironic considering the entire time he was trying to hide you from his opponent that was eyeing you during the weigh in.
“fhuck, sucking me in so deep! Huhhh!” toji ran his palm down your spine as he gave your ass a nice spank, your body was shaking as you came again. back arched so pretty for him.
“too much, ah ah ca aant,” you were trying to escape his relentless thrusts, but he was not letting you go that easily. he wasted no time pulling out, his pretty cock all wet and drippy as he flipped you on your back. his cock almost bursting at the expression on your wrecked face.
drool smeared on your flushed cheeks, fat sparkles of tears decorating your lashes as your lips trembled with each pant. your beautiful tits rising and falling as you begged him to slow down. noticing his deep bite marks from earlier when he’d fingered you, but what made you cum was when he teeth dugged into your skin.
“fuck, beautiful,” toji groaned feeling his dick twitch uncontrollably, why do you always make him feel this way. “can’t hold myself,” he groaned, pumping his cock some more as he kept your wrists bound, before sliding back into your warmth. your eyes bursting at the overstimulation, back arching incredibly, jaw dropping.
toji hummed, pulling out to slap his twitching fat tip against your clit, making your legs shake as a cry came out. your body convulsing as his grip still held your wrists, keeping your hands off him.
“ ‘s too much… oji, no more,” you sniffled as toji hummed, hickies littered your neck as he kissed your trembled lips.
“what do you want? really want me to stop? end it here?” he kept rubbing his cock through your folds, sending shocks through your body as you tried to lean up, pressing your chest against his. your vision was blurred with tears, mind fuzzy from the bliss of coming so many times. you felt like you were floating in a cloud of pleasure and ecstasy. “still with me baby?”
toji dipped down kissing your flushed cheek, licking your tears. “made you cry so much, hahh princess…can ya still go sum more for me?”
“lemme touch you,” you wiggled your bruised wrists. “wanna hold you, toji, please please, toji!” the tears ran down your cheeks only causing the fighter to shush you gently, if he saw your beautiful face release more tears he’d probably cum right there.
“there there baby, don’t cry,” his lips kissed your tears, as you sniffled, calming down just a bit as you whimpered. “but I can’t let go…not until you’ve learned your lesson—“
“I learned—I did!” you burst, toji hums looking down at you.
“did ya now?” he raised a brow, you were nodding frantically. it was so cute watching your body wriggle in his grip. your pretty tits bouncing back and forth with every moment, your pussy dripping as your lips parted with gentle pants.
“yes,” toji finally allows your hands freedom, immediately letting your arms wrap around his shoulders. needy little baby. always wrapped around him like a koala, toji blushed burying his face in your neck. god he loved you so fucking much.
“gonna take it all like a big girl, ‘kay?” Toji’s arms wrapped under your knees lifting you up on his lap, a yelp escaping as he slammed you down on his dick.
“toji!” you screamed, nails running down his back as he started with a ruthless pace, his nails digging into your ass as he bounced you on his dick, his lips latching onto your skin as you moaned and screamed.
toji had no control, watching you completely fall apart sent a thrill through his body. he kept a close watch over your words making sure he could hear you if you needed to say the safe word, but luckily you were really taking it all. your nails broke skin on his back as you came over and over.
“squeezing everything outta me, sweetie,” toji choked, his thighs trembling as his lips latched onto your tits. he nibbled and tugged on your stimulated nipples causing your face to flush and body to shake uncontrollably, nails pulling his hair as he looked up at you. eyes heavy with lust and cheeks flushed as he slobbered all over your tits. you drive him crazy, and he’ll never have enough of you.
“ahh ‘s good, feel so good,” you babble, trying to keep your eyes on your big fighter boyfriend, but god, he was going too fast and deep. the rough slaps of his thighs fucking up into your ass filled the large bedroom with lewd sounds. your pussy squelching, the white rim around his fat base was dripping down his balls onto the mattress. his lips sucked your tits like their was no tomorrow.
“holy fuck, fuck baby!…got me fucking you so good, uhh shit doin—doin so well babygirl!” toji was a moaning mess, he forgot how many rounds you guys were going at. your mind was completely empty. drool slipping as your body shook.
“cum, oji,” you panted in his ear, face buried as your lips latched onto his neck.
“shit, gonna give ya everything,” toji’s abs clenched, balls tightening as his nails dug into your ass, slamming you down to meet his thrusts.
“want it inside me, toji!” you cried out, sending a loud moan coursing through the fighters body as his heavy thick cum exploded inside you.
“fuuuuckkkkk,” toji fucked you through his high, he always had so much cum, and fuck you felt soo completely full. your body trembled as you hugged his shoulders tightly. “fuck me,” toji panted rocking his hips up, thighs shaking as his arms flexed from the after shocks.
“babygirl,” toji slipped his arms from under your knees to wrap around your waist, his hand rubbing the back of your neck smoothingly. “can my girl look at me?” he asked so gently, breath tickling your ear. you felt like putty, but you managed to pick up your head letting his hand come up to cup your warm cheek.
“there she is,” he smiled, kissing your puffy lips as you gave a faint smile, eyes lidded with exhaustion and bliss. “was i too rough?” he checked, thumb wiping at the stained tears.
“no, always feels good,” you answer softly, making the fighter smile even bigger. god his baby was adorable, so submissive after her little pussy cums all her worth.
“ya?” he holds your pretty face, allowing you to nuzzle in his palms, smiling widely. “a sweetheart aren’t you?” god you get so oblivious after sex.
you nod frantically, blushing at his praises.
“my sweetheart?” he teasingly quirks a brow, making you smile.
“yes!” you reply enthusiastically.
“ya!” he kisses your lips repeatedly. “still jealous?” he watches your eyes avert. there’s a slight pause, toji’s eyes remain on you befote he hears you faintly mumble.
“you’re mine,” you mumble, whining when he turns your face to look at him.
“eyes on me….say it again,” he demands, you look him dead in the eye.
“you’re. mine. only mine.” toji couldn’t help the slight aftershock in his thighs at your possessiveness.
“fine by me,” he hums making you flush, your hands hold his wrists that still cup your cheeks. he knew that look all too well, your bright eyes shining. “only cuz you did so well for me.” he smiles as you stick your tongue out, pussy involuntarily squeezing his soft cock as he lets a glob of saliva run into your mouth.
“shit,” toji was too overstimulated, gently picking you up, letting his cock slip out. his eyes run dark at the amount of cum leaking out of your puckering hole. he really did cum a lot inside his pretty girls slutty cunt.
“wait—baby—“ toji should’ve laid you down, instead your lips latched on to his chest. kissing and sucking his large man titties. as you continued to head south. “gonna be too much for me—fuck!” toji gasped uncharacteristically, his eyes rolling back as you swallowed almost his entire cock.
your cute wet lips suckled on his pretty mushroom tip, drooling and pressing it to your cheek as he held your shoulder. if he really wanted to he could yank you off easily. yet that look, fuck always forgetting the absolute euphoria that rushes over you as you play with his pretty big dick.
“babygirl, ughh fuckk ‘s too much!” with a sudden shake he’s spraying into your mouth, your tongue swipes over his bright red tip from the overstimulation as more cum shoots into your mouth. “shit baby,” toji is groaning loudly as he finally shakingly calms down. you continue kissing his pretty softening cock, until toji is pulling you up and caging his arms around your waist, body twitching just a bit. as he curls into your warmth.
“gonna fucking kill me, sweetheart,” he groans into your shoulder, calming down. “still needa be able to fight tomorrow.”
the audience is going absolutely crazy as toji makes his way into the ring. his name is being chanted over and over. the stadium was almost too loud, that was until toji dropped his robe.
his entire back and chest was littered with marks, the various bite marks, hickies, nail scratches, had the host gasping. toji bounced on the balls of his feet, warming up his body without a care in the world as the audience erupted even louder. whistles and applause was through the roof. minus some of his few fan base that were clenching their jaws in absolute anger.
you however, stood in the front row, light blush dusting your cheeks as toji cracked his neck, eyes already finding yours to give you his goodluck kiss to his hand before rubbing it on his heart. your eyes igniting as you reciprocated the gesture he always did to you. you blush as you saw your handiwork from last night. all mine.
you cheer and clap from the stands as atsumu miya secures the last point of the game, finishing the set and winning the match for his team. the crowd roars, his school’s chant echoing throughout the venue. atsumu’s teammates pool around him as they celebrate their win, the boys forming a circle within themselves.
but his mind is occupied with the pretty girl he sees in the corner of his eye— you. he pulls away, muttering a quick “give me a second” to no one in particular.
he walks to you, head held high and he can’t help but puff his chest and shoulders a little bit. just a little.
“what’s a girl like you doin’ all alone?” he asks, and some of his teammates a few feet away yell. honestly, you’re not even sure if they’re cheering him on or booing him, but you do hear a whistle from behind.
light breaths of air escape your lips as you giggle, “i’m here for my boyfriend.”
and he scoffs, the smug bastard. “i don’t see him anywhere. looks like you’re all mine for tonight.” calloused hands reach over to you, his arms flexing subtly at the tenseness built up over the game.
“hmm, i don’t know…” you look down, swaying ever so slightly as you put up a bashful pretense.
the blonde laughs, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine as he traps you in an embrace. “you ‘nd your games,” he says, kissing your forehead.
you squeal and pull away to no avail, his large arms wrapping around you like a blanket. “you started it! ‘tsumu, you’re all sweaty!” you drag out the last syllable, half teasing. it was true, his jersey was halfway wet like he’d been caught in the rain.
“shhh, stop resisting. your boyfriend might see.” atsumu teases, all while continuing to pepper you with kisses. the noise from the crowd and his teammates are blocked out, atsumu’s world limiting itself to you and him only.
a pretty girl and a championship. looks like atsumu’s going home with two victories tonight.
PAIRING atsumu miya x f!reader
WORD COUNT 5k
CONTENT CONTAINS age gap (reader is 19, atsumu is 30), dilf!atsumu, slight dubcon, light yandere au, breeding kink, praise kink, daddy kink, misogynistic themes, power imbalance
It's so annoying watching your boyfriend playing games with his buddies.
Especially when you're soaking the sheets during ovulation week, but trying not to disturb him cause he needs his space after all.
But today your heat was just too much. You were trying to be quiet on the bed, feeling yourself through your underwear; let's be honest, through his boxers, but it just wasn't enough for you. You peep to the living room and there he is, with his headphones on and a focused face on his phone, like he's actually curing cancer. So annoying. And so inconsiderate. You needed him more than his friends.
So you decide to play dirty. Off those soaked boxers of his, and you're putting on some crotchless black bandage panties, no shirt and no bra. You pick up a pillow and off you go to make him fulfill his duties.
You quietly go towards the sofa where he's sitting, on the edge, face glued to his phone, and it's not until you're in front of him that he looks up, down, and up again with a nervous shocked face, and he lets off an awkward chuckle. You put your index finger on top of your lips, shushing him, and putting the pillow behind him, motioning him to lay down.
“Keep playing your game” you say silently while he's all wide eyed.
“Heeeyy, are you there?”, you hear from his headphones.
“Y-yeah…..I-I'm still h-here” he says, stuttering. So cute.
You straddle his clothed crotch slowly, grabbing a hold of his t-shirt and start grinding on him, eliciting quiet moans from you, and a flushed face from him, mouth agape.
Once he feels fully hard, you slide off his shorts and underwear and place kitten kisses on his rosey, precum leaking tip.Your tongue starts wetting his underside, from the base up a few times until you take him fully in your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue all over his bricked cock. He's not even paying attention to his phone, and muted his headphone so he's just looking at you and trying so, so hard not to moan too loud.
“Hey, what are you doing? They're right behind ya”, you faintly hear coming from the game.
You just look up at him and continue your ministries on his cock, letting out a small chuckle.
“I-I…think I ju-just got killed, ah……I think I'm out”, he's such a liar.
You stick out your tongue and lick from the base up, and slowly but surely align his anxious tip with your entrance, and little by little, you start sinking yourself down his stiff dick, squelching sounds from your heat now sounding deafening.
“Ah, ah…..oh my God babe….ugh I needed you so bad….”, now you're all flushed and red in the face. He's still holding his phone, but eyes roaming the part where your bodies connect, frowning. Head tilted back and letting out tiny moans.
You grab the upper part of your tits with your palms, as if you're displaying them for him, and continue bouncing on his cock, stretching out your warm pussy.
“Babe, I don't think I can hold it, I'm close”, damn ovulation, made you so sensitive.
“It's okay princess, I'll cum with you”, his right hand comes off his phone, thumb going straight to your clit, rubbing circles, and that got you over the edge.
“Ah, ah, aah baaabee……I'm cumming ah…”, your soppy cunt contracting on his cock inside, while he groans and shoots his creamy load deep in you.
You collapse on his chest, both catching your breaths, and him caressing your head and placing a kiss on top of your head.
“Good fucking girl”. You chuckle.
“Uuuh, guys………you're……..not on mute”, you hear, coming from his headphones.
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kenma kozume- kuroo tetsuro- atsumu miya- kei tsukishima- suna rintaro- gojo satoru- geto suguru- choso kamo- inumaki toge- yuuji itadori- hirotaka nifuji- taro kabakura- zenitsu agatsuma- kamado tanjiro- tomioka giyu- muichiro tokito- genya shinazugawa- yushiro- eren yaeger- jean kirsten- connie springer- and all your faves.
(It's my first time ever publishing something I wrote, so I'm open to suggestions, asks and scenarios you want to see. Thank you so much for reading!!)
★ WARNING: smut. timeskip haikyuu. oral (m!receiving). petnames (pretty girl, sweetheart, kitten). public sex with osamu. english isn't my first language. masterlist!!
he just lives for seeing your face when you're sucking his rock hard dick. he could die for your glossy eyes, slightly messy hair and that pretty mouth that is around his length as your gaze is locked on his. his hand is tangled on your soft hair, grabbing it as he fucks your mouth. he isn't your nice tsumu, he is just a rough man who is chasing his climax in your mouth. his eyes roll back to his skull when you moan against his cock, the vibrations making him closer and closer to cum. "that's my pretty girl, take it — ssshiit! — in that pretty mouth of yours" he grunt as his cum fills your mouth. he caresses your cheek when you swallow it. "so good, that's my girl"
❝ KUROO TETSURO ❞
he is an eater, but he doesn't mind when you want to suck his dick. while you're in bed just casually talking before sleeping, you comment jokingly that he should let you do it more, and he replies "c'mon, do it then" with a smirk plastered on his face. it's a challenge, and you're taking it. that's how you end between his thighs, licking his hardness while he runs his hand through your hair and moves it away from your face. "you're doing it great, kitten" he mumbles, big hand on your cheek. your eyes are fixed on his, keeping the defiance of the challenge, as you put his cock in. your throat burns at the firsts thrusts, but you catch the pace quickly. he groans, but his smirk is still there. "s-such a —fffuuck!— competitive woman" he absolutely loves it.
❝ MIYA OSAMU ❞
onigiri miya is full, and so you are. at least, your mouth is. osamu is standing behind the bar, charging the customers while you take his whole length in your mouth and your nails dig in his thighs. he doesn't even look at you, if he did you would end up losing his cool, so for now he just bites his lower lip slightly and lets you take his cock like the good girl you are. "you'll regret this when we get home" he mutters when you suck him harder and he cums in your mouth, his short nails digging into his palm because of his hands clenching into fists.
I've been seeing this trend every where but how do you think our haikyuu boys would react to "this is my current boyfriend" 👀 I just know atsumu would throw a fit
not the fact that i had to look this up bc im so behind on sm trends but i actually now love this trend and absolutely atsumu would not fucking have it --
sfw, aggressive green flag atsumu
"hey guys -- so today, my current boyfriend and i are gonna be making some onigiri based on --"
"ha?"
you pause, blinking owlishly at the camera before pivoting to stare at your boyfriend. he's staring back, both eyebrows in imminent danger of disappearing into his hairline.
"what?" you ask, feigning innocence.
atsumu narrows his eyes.
"oi, what did you just call me?"
"i -- my current boyfriend -- is there something --"
"your current boyfriend," he parrots back, folding his arms across his chest. you lick your lips, feeling a fit of giggles tickling at the back of your throat.
"yeah, cause... that's what you are... right? currently, you're my boyfriend."
atsumu puffs out an annoyed breath, "uh, way i see it, i'm yer only boyfriend. now, 'n ferever --"
you try not to crack at the way his accent skyrockets; not that he usually tries to hide it but you've always loved the way his osakan twang gets thicker when he's agitated or excited.
you feel a hot flush eating into your cheeks, "right, so there's nothing wrong --" you turn away from him, pressing your lips tight to keep from grinning too hard.
"no, jus' say it normally -- i'm yer boyfriend --"
the tickle at the back of your throat gathers until you can't swallow it down anymore. you burst out laughing.
atsumu, to his credit, scoffs and eyes the phone before reaching out to click off the recording.
"y'tricked me."
you shake your head, clutching at your stomach; there are tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.
"i -- i didn't! it was -- you -- you are my current --"
atsumu leans forward to hoist you into his lap, shaking you by your shoulders, even as he pins you to the table with a smirk.
"say that one more time t'my face," he goads, leaning in so close his nose almost brushes yours. you bite back another fit of giggles, blinking rapidly at him as he bears down over you.
"t-tsumu -- don't --" you squeal as he buries his face in the crook of your neck and blows a loud raspberry, his fingers digging into your waist. you try to squirm away from him, but he huffs right against your skin, tickling you on purpose.
"current boyfriend -- like yer gonna have another boyfriend or sumthin' --" he mumbles, scowling as he looks up at you from dark, hooded eyes. you still, crinkling our nose slightly as you tug on the ends of his bleached hair.
"well... you won't be my boyfriend forever, right?" you ask lightly.
atsumu opens his mouth to argue but he freezes before chuckling and leaning back to fix you with another shrewd look.
"mm... not ferever," he agrees, nodding as he looks you over; you feel a tingle race up your spine as he rakes his eyes up and down your form, still propped up in his lap. he leans in to brush a strand of hair from your cheek, brushing it with his knuckle.
"Atsumu Miya," You gasp out, looking at your neck in the mirror.
"Yes'm?" He replies lazily, laying in the bed scrolling through his Instagram feed, without a care in the world.
It takes a moment for you to get your words out because, what the actual hell...? There are multiple, dark, marks on your neck.
"Holy fuck, do you want people to think you're abusing me or something?" That catches his attention immediately, but once he sees what you're referring to, he lies back down with a smirk.
"M'sorry that I love my wife and I want everyone to know." Oh, they'll know alright, and then you'll be on the receiving end of the teasing.
"I know, but, this is just downright ridiculous. It looks like you tried to fucking eat me." Atsumu laughs at that, and decides to get out of the bed to come take a look for himself.
The warmth of his bare chest seers through the tank top you have on and you can feel his steady heart beat. He, not so subtly, inhales the scent of your conditioner in your hair. "Mm, yeah. I did a number on ya, huh?"
You meet his beautiful brown eyes through the mirror and he looks heaven sent. His hair is all over the place, he's got a few marks from you, on his neck and chest, and that stupid smile that you fell in love with. How could you possible stay mad at him?
"You sure as hell did, and I have work in a little." He hums in thought as he snakes his arms around you waist.
"Why don'tcha just cover it with some makeup?" Oh if you could you would... you don't even think the best concealer could hide these marks.
"If it was just a singular hickey I would, but I don't think this can be covered without being super noticeable." Atsumu tries and fails to stifle a chuckle.
"Looks like ya gotta stay home today, huh?"
"Not happening, I have a super important presentation today." The both of you examine your neck together trying to figure out the best way to tackle it.
"Turtleneck?" Atsumu suggests, rubbing his hands up and down your sides in a comforting way.
"That would work it if it wasn't so hot out."
"But yer gonna be inside, giving a presentation..." He reasons.
"Ugh, turtleneck it is, I guess." The blond presses a kiss to your cheek, and you swat his face away. You're not mad anymore, but it's still his fault you'll have to wear a turtleneck in 80 degree weather.
your eyes, still heavily laced with sleep, flutter open to see atsumu laying by your side with his back leaning against the headboard. your baby daughter is curled up in his arms, fussing to no end.
atsumu feels you stir beside him and looks down at you, explaining the situation in a low whisper, “woke up and heard her cryin’.”
“just now?” you ask, your words hushed. you look over at the clock on the bedside table—2:05 A.M.
“‘bout five minutes ago. no amount of shushin’ is gonna get this girl to sleep.” he gently rocks her against his chest, running his hand through her wispy locks of hair in a futile attempt to soothe her.
you two are both drained. the forced smile on atsumu’s face that doesn’t quite reach his eyes is powered by the purest of love and adoration, but his gaze is still laced with exhaustion nonetheless. his eyes droop with heavy weariness, and you’re no different. every night your baby girl can’t help but throw an uncontrollable fit programmed to drive you both insane.
a long sigh of defeat leaves your lips as she continues to bawl, the noise beginning to ring in your ears. “take your shirt off.”
atsumu turns his head to you, one brow cocking up in confusion, “huh? ma’ shirt? why?”
you take the wailing baby from his arms, “just do it.”
he hesitates for a moment before obliging, quickly throwing his shirt over his head and tossing it to the side. he holds his arms out, and you carefully hand your daughter back to him.
“skin to skin contact might help her calm down.”
he pulls your daughter impossibly close to his chest at your words, “ya’ think so?”
“i know so. the feeling of your heartbeat will relax her.”
you watch as he looks down at your daughter, and the silent pleading, willing, for her to calm down is palpable in his gaze. then soon enough, as if it’s a miracle, she slowly begins to settle in atsumu’s arms. her loud cries start to die down at the sound and feel of her papa’s heartbeat close to her ear.
“it’s really workin’,” atsumu mutters quietly in disbelief under his breath.
“see?” you curl up closer to atsumu’s side, running the back of your hand soothingly over your daughter’s tiny cheek.
“guess she just wanted her papa’s cuddles,” atsumu smiles tenderly, one filled with relief at the absence of her cries. he kisses the top of her fragile head before leaning his own head back against the headboard in defeat, followed by a soft sigh of resignation. his eyes close shut to rest for a quick moment, brows furrowed.
“just wake me up next time. i‘ll deal with it.”
he shakes his head, voice weak and raspy from a lack of sleep, “yer’ more tired than i am.”
“but—” you open your mouth to protest, but are cut off by atsumu’s words.
“i know. it’s okay. ya’ do great dealing with her all day when i’m at practice. lemme do this for ya’.” he leans over to place your daughter, who’s now fast asleep, back into the beside bassinet.
he slides under the blanket, strong arms wrapping around you, pulling you close to his warm chest as his legs tangle with yours. he tucks you under his chin, his breath tickling the top of your head as he mumbles, “ya’ need some rest too, mama.”
“don’t you want to put your shirt back on?”
you feel his lips curve into a teasing smile against your hair despite his exhaustion, “maybe the skin to skin contact will help ya’ get some much needed sleep too.”
“it doesn’t work like that,” you murmur.
“mhm,” he hums in response, and if he wasn’t so tired, he’d laugh at the way you fall limp into his arms, heavy with sleep not even a second afterwards.
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a/n: atsumu is THE girl dad
Thinking about how Atsumu is the type of guy to never use your name again once you’re in a relationship.
From the moment you accept his confession, it’s pet names galore ranging from classics like “baby”, “princess” (if he feels spicy (or condescending)), and “love” all the way to absurdities he brings out when he is in a great mood such as “my plump little dumplin’ supreme”, “main squeeze”, “schmoopy” or his personal favorite, born out of a night drinking with his team, “babelicious”. You had him sleep on the couch for the crime of using that last one.
But as soon - and I mean as soon - as he gets a ring on your finger it’s always “my wife”, “me and the wife” and “wifey”.
“What am I doin’ this weekend? Oh, ya know, me and the wife are gonna hit the farmer’s market.”
“Hang out tonight? Can’t, wifey asked me to pick up some groceries for dinner.”
And god help the poor soul whoever asks about how you are doing because Atsumu will pull out a three-page essay, put up a slide projector, and dim the lights to tell that person all about what his wife is up to.
(tbf you’re not much better because you loooove saying “my husband”)
“are ya sure yer not dating (y/n)?” osamu suddenly asks his brother during a quiet lunch between the two of them.
atsumu chokes on the grains of rice in his mouth, coughing violently and punching his chest. when he finally settles down, he throws a glare at his brother. “what the hell, ‘samu?”
“that’s not an answer.” osamu continues to press.
“we’re not!” atsumu answers, picking up a piece of chicken katsu with his chopsticks. “i don’t like them like that. they don’t like me like that. we’re just friends.”
the bright red-pink of his ears speak otherwise. you see, osamu knows his twin better than he knows himself. he knows that whatever comes out of atsumu’s mouth is a load of crap. just friends? yeah fucking right.
osamu has never seen his brother look at anyone the way he looks at you, starlight and pure adoration swirling in his irises. he acts as if your every word were an earth-shaking prophecy sent by the heavens. his honey brown eyes stare, and he smiles so gently that it makes him sick.
friends aren’t touchy in the way you guys are. you hold each other’s hand like it’s nothing. with interlocked fingers, atsumu will trace his thumb down the back of your hand for no apparent reason. when you’re bored, you’ll take atsumu’s hand into your lap and play with it, bending his fingers, comparing hand sizes, and running a featherlight touch across the expanse of his palm to see if he’ll react.
osamu notices how you never miss the opportunity to find a seat on his brother’s lap. whether there are no seats of available or ten open ones, you will always choose atsumu. and it’s not like he’s complaining about it. in fact, osamu thinks that he waits for it because atsumu would never want to miss the chance to secure his arms around your waist and whisper into your ear amidst a loud conversation.
and you can’t forget the cuddles, and the hugs that linger longer than they should, and the way you’ll cup atsumu’s face, and the way you play with his piss blond hair.
you’re the one person atsumu lets wear his jersey to his game. he ensures you get the best seat to watch him play. osamu doesn’t miss the way his twin looks at you before every serve or the way you cheer the loudest when he scores an ace.
osamu doesn’t think that someone who “doesn’t like you” would be thinking about you every time they shop. “(y/n) likes this snack”. “(y/n) would love this shirt”. “oh hey, (y/n) showed me this”. “‘samu, should i buy this for (y/n)?”.
osamu has never seen two people so madly in love before. he doesn’t know how you guys haven’t realized it yet. and he can’t keep playing along because atsumu’s katsu looks really good right now.
“right…” osamu chooses to answer, dipping his chicken into the tonkatsu sauce. “i sure hope they’re gonna have fun on that date they have today.”
his brother’s chopsticks clatter onto the table before rolling onto the floor. the sight of atsumu’s open mouth filled with rice is unsightly, and osamu has to suppress his laugh.
“they didn’t tell you?” osamu raises an eyebrow.
“no?!” atsumu suddenly stands, slamming his palms into the table.
“yeah, i think they’re gonna leave soon.” osamu lies easily. there is no date. but of course, does ‘tsumu really need to know that?
the blond twin practically bolts away from the dining table and out of the house. when the door slams shut, osamu grins to himself, reaching for the unfinished plate in front of him.
“he can thank me later.”
atsumu brainrot never ends. something short and sweet bc school is kicking my ass.
𖦹 synopsis: hajime has one temptation he cannot resist and it’s you…his best friend’s younger sister // 2.3k+ words // a repost from my og blog
𖦹 themes: fingering, pussy eating, ass squeezing and some risky position c/o iwa-chan 🙈💦, creampie, dacryphilia, softdom iwa-chan, petname: angel
Hajime had his arms folded, fists clenched and so was his jaw as he watched you bend over while you pick up your jug of water. Your ass on that yoga pants almost hid nothing for his imagination. Not to mention that the tightness of that pants outlined the shape of your pussy.
Shit!
It’s all that shittykawa’s fault! He was the one who’s supposed to work out with you today because he’s finally on vacation in Japan for a while.
This was supposed to be a big brother and little sis bonding time but he phoned early in the morning….“Iwa-chan can you work out with Y/N-chan today….blah blah blah” What a silly excuse he gave!
But Hajime didn’t want to let you down. Not you. He didn’t want to see you upset, so he’d willingly stand in for your brother on this work out he promised.
“Are we done?” You asked, your face flushed from the sweating and it caught him off guard a little.
“Ah, yes.”
Hajime scolded himself as you both walked to your home. You’re his best friend’s little sister! What was he even thinking? Not that you’re a minor or whatever.
Ever since you were younger, Hajime saw you as his little sister too, but things started changing when Oikawa left for Argentina and Hajime went back home from the U.S.
He was surprised that you’re no longer the little girl he once thought you were.
Damn! You grew up so fine that you had been an excruciating forbidden fruit for him to bear. He couldn't help but admire you everytime your mom would invite him for a dinner in your home every weekends.
He felt guilty at times that whenever he would stroke himself an image of you would pop out in his head. His best friend's little- no, scratch that- younger sister.
You didn't seem little anymore.
“Do you wanna have some tea?” You invited him in and he obliged. “Oh, mom's not here by the way but she left something for you.”
“Huh? So who’s home?” He asked, abruptly.
You placed your bottle atop the table. “No one. Just us, I think.”
Oh shit. This was a mistake.
“Just get yourself comfy.” You chuckled. “I’ll just change my shirt and will get right back with your tea.”
“Yeah, sure…” He smiled at you as you headed into your room. As soon as you were gone, he ran a hand on his face.
What was he doing here alone with you?
Suddenly, he was alarmed when he heard a pained sound from you. Immediately, he rushed up to your room to check on you. He couldn’t let anything happen to you.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, standing outside your bedroom with a worried look on his face. Your door was slightly open hence he could see you inspecting your back in the mirror.
“Oh, it’s nothing. Just a lower back pain. Maybe because it had been so long since I last worked out that hard.” You reassured him touching the area where it stung while looking at it in the mirror.
Hajime went behind you to see for himself. “Where does it hurt?”
Your breathing started to get heavier than before as he stood right behind you so close. “H-Here…” You pointed out the area under your shirt just above your hip.
His rough hand gently caressed your skin. You gasped.
“Here?” He asked, voice now raspy and almost breathless.
“Yes…”
He continued massaging you gently. His hand soothingly rubbing in circles. His warmth and pressure made you moan uncontrollably. Your eyes met through the mirror as you both breathed raggedly. Your gazes were filled with helplessness, need. and lust.
You both gulped.
“H-He’ll kill me if I-” Hajime tried but he could no longer rationalize as you already stepped backward and had your ass pressed against his now hardened cock straining against his sweatpants.
“Fuck it!” He said under his breath as you leaned yourself back on his sturdy body.
Your body moved on its own without thinking. It's Iwaizumi Hajime we were talking about. It had been years since you were admiring him from afar as you thought he couldn't see you more than being his best friend's younger sister.
However, with the way his eyes lustfully raked your body all this time this morning, you knew that you're no longer a little sister in his eyes anymore.
His hand now roam under your yoga pants and your panties, finding its way hot on your skin. Massaging your ass, he breathed against your ear. “You sure you want to do this?"
You nodded your head. "Yes, please," you said, almost running out of breath.
"Then tell me where else does it hurt, angel?” He whispered.
You whimpered and ground against his erection. From your ass cheek, he slowly traveled his hand in between your thighs. “Here? Tell me. Does it ache here too?”
You nodded your head and tilted it back once he began massaging the lips of your pussy with the friction of his rough fingers. Finding out you were so wet for him already, he gained confidence that it wasn’t just him feeling this bothered all along. “I see…you’ve been aching this much, huh?”
Your hand flew up to reach his head from behind you now giving him access for a kiss. He wasted no chance and immediately tasted your lips. His tongue making its way inside your mouth and his fingers starting to explore your folds, tracing your slit and teasing your clit.
You moaned against his mouth and ground even harder against him, which made him groan.
Not being able to contain it any further, he completely pulled down your bottoms. “Face here.” He ordered and you followed. He knelt in front of you and gasped once he’s face to face with your cunt glistening with arousal. “So pretty.” He murmured as his hands parted your thighs. His mouth met your folds and his tongue circled round and round on your clit.
“Hmmn, ahhh,” you cried out and it encouraged him to go faster and press even harder to please you even more.
Grabbing your thigh, he wrapped your leg around his shoulder. You tugged on the strands of his hair, finding balance as he drank you deep. His other hand clenching and unclenching your ass repetitively.
God, you’re just dripping for him that he could drink you bottomless. This alone made it harder for him not to come just by going down on you.
It wasn’t enough though. It never would be, so he hooked another of your leg around his shoulder. His biceps bulged as he stood up, carrying you and eating you out at the same time with his hold on your thighs strong and firm.
You yelped as he held you up high with his tongue and lips focused on consuming you. Your heart raced even faster in this position. Both of your hands gripped on his hair as your hips involuntarily gyrate against his mouth while attempting not to fall. His hand squeezing your ass, he'd probably leave a mark there.
Endlessly, you moaned and whimpered. Your brother might come home anytime but it didn’t really matter now. All you could think of was Hajime’s strong grip on you and his skillful sucking and slurping.
“Aaah…ah! Ah! I’m coming! I-I’m-“
With ease, he threw you in your bed.
Just by the feral look in his eyes as he wiped off his chin with the back of his hand, just with the way his muscular chest heaved from his heavy breathing and just from the way your throat felt dry by seeing how hard his cock had gotten through his pants, you knew.
You knew you were just about to begin.
“Not yet, angel.” He knelt between your parted legs and took his shirt off. “We’re not done yet.”
Your eyes were stuck on the plane of his well-sculpted chest. The sweat that crawled down from his skin made you lick your lips involuntarily. If only your brother wasn’t about to come home anytime, you’d take time getting a taste of Hajime.
Holding your chin, he made you look up at him and took your lips to his. So fuckin’ sexy. Just how he imagined devouring those lips for so long with your tongues entwined with each other like this. While you were busy getting lost in the kiss, he took your hand and pressed it over his sweatpants just right where you could feel him throbbing big and hard for you.
“You feel that?” He breathed against your cheek. “Tell me you want it.”
Feeling tingly in between your thighs, all you could do was nod in response.
“Use your words, angel.” He commanded
Breathlessly, “I…want you please.”
He shifted his pants down and you gasped at the sight of his cock from beneath. You never thought he would be that rock hard so sturdy and huge, but your pussy couldn’t wait to receive him. He parted your legs further. Damn! You’re so wet and it did make his cock twitch. He never felt so needy and hot like this before.
“I’m going in. You ready?” He asked and you nodded your head. “Okay…take a deep breath, angel. That’s right. Very good.”
“Hnghh!” You both winced at the very moment he slid his full length inside of you.
“Did you…Did you just come for me angel?”
You nodded your head and whimpered. You were still sensitive but he started easing in so slow. You clung around his shoulder but you soon found your nails digging his back as he began to hasten.
Fuck! He’s hitting you so deep. You’re so deep and tight, squeezing his girth so snug. “Ahh, shit! Feels so good, angel.” He chanted under his breath. “So long…” Thrust. “I’ve been wanting to do this.”
He swore he tried to be gentle with you, but with you moaning his name like you needed more, he couldn’t help but lose himself. The more he pushed and pull from you, the more he wanted to do it faster, rougher, harder.
“Hah…Ha…Hajime, ahhh~”
Still, he wanted to know if you’re in the same page. After all, you’re his now. “What do you want? Tell me. Now.” He growled.
“M-More…everythingh-“
“Fuck!” There’s no stopping him now. He pulled away from you, kneeling. He raised your legs up high and opened you up wide in a V, gripping your ankles with his strong hands. His cock slammed back inside so deep in you that you spilled a tear or two. You tried to cover your cries but had to hold on to your sheets or you might end up floating.
Groan and growls were escaping him and his jaw was clenched while he pounded you rapidly like he’s in a marathon.
Come to think of it, your bedroom door’s damn wide open. With the way you were screaming his name, the whole neighborhood probably knew that he was fucking his best friend’s sweet little sister like it’s a fucking work out.
Damn! This was a whole lot better than a work out. He couldn’t even remember that he could fuck full force like this. His hips plunging hard that you were sliding further and further at the very edge of your bed. Both of your skins now red with all the slapping.
You’re now feeling light-headed and you knew you’d completely lose it any moment now. “Haah…Hah Haji-“
“Y/N-chan! Yohooo! Can you please open the door for me? I know you’re there. Your lights are on. Forgot my keys!”
Shit! He’s here!
Much to your surprise, instead of slowing down, Hajime pressed your legs together, bringing them to his right shoulder and hugged them as he fucked you harder. Last thing he wanted, was to hear Oikawa’s yapping while fucking you.
“Y/N-chan?! Where are you?”
“Wait- Wait!” You moaned loudly. The more your brother called out for you and whined outside the rougher Hajime was doing it.
“Y/N-chan, faster~” Tooru yelled from the outside.
Faster huh? Letting go of your legs, he grabbed your waist sliding your body to meet his increased speed. He couldn’t care. Not anymore.
Deep. He was in so deep you could feel him almost reaching your belly. “Yes! Yes! Aaaah, mhmmn coming!” You screamed and quivered. “I-I’m coming!”
Hajime kept his pace finding his own release. Shit! Condoms!
“Fuck! Shit, angel!” He hissed not being able to control himself anymore, spilling his cum inside you. Never mind. Never fucking mind! Oikawa fucking Tooru may as well expect not only a best friend from him but a nephew or a niece too.
You both caught up with your breaths, but it was him who managed to get up first as you laid there limping. He covered your almost bare body with a blanket and kissed your forehead, the tip of your nose and finally your lips. “I’ll take care of your annoying brother.”
Oikawa looked so shocked to see his best friend open the door instead his sister. Hajime really wanted to see how he’d react.
“Iwa-chan? What’re you doing here? Oh, you went to see me? Do you miss me that much? We just hang around yesterday.”
Not really, I just fucked your sister so good my fingers were probably imprinted around her waist and ankles. “I just waited for you so that Y/N won’t be alone at home.”
“Wow, I never thought you’d make such a caring big brother, Iwa-chan.”
You bet your ass I’m big and your sister knows it so well.
He might blurt what happened out, but he’s really trying his best to include your consideration in this as well. After all this wasn’t just about him, but damn! This was harder than he thought. Oikawa’s so good at reading people.
Before Hajime could give himself away with Tooru finally starting to become suspicious, you arrived just in time.
You approached him almost tripping, but he caught you in his arms. You couldn’t walk well yet. Your legs still felt like crumbling.
“An- Y/N are you alright?” He asked, concern.
“I just like to thank you and see you off.”
“Do you hurt anywhere?”
“I’m fine. Well, it was just…so intense.” You reasoned out with a reddened face.
He chuckled and smiled gently at you. “Don’t worry. Let’s take it slow next time, okay?” If only Tooru wasn’t watching, he’d definitely kiss your forehead.
“N-Next time?”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, yeah I’m free everyweek.”
“I am too.” You grinned in anticipation. “I’m okay with everyweek.”
“Y/N-chan, come on now!”
Hajime swore at that time that on Tooru’s next vacation he’d be welcomed by his new nephew or niece. Might as well both.
“Okay, go on and rest now. You must be worked up.” Fuck! He really wanted to give you a kiss, but… He raised his head and waved at your brother who’s watching keenly, “I’ll just chat with you, bro.”
Bro? Tooru quirked up an eyebrow.
As soon as he turned his back, Hajime grinned. He totally did that on purpose. Once Tooru finally return to Argentina, it won’t only be every week.
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