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bf!atsumu miya x gf!reader who matches his freak

atsumu miya is a proud man.

he’s proud of his career, his hair, his muscles, of everything about him. he prides himself on being the best. but he’s especially proud of being your boyfriend.

it is in atsumu’s nature to show off every time, and of course he adores showing you off the most. every time that he looks at you, his eyes are filled with admiration and adoration, he looks at you like you’re the most incredible thing that could’ve ever happened to him, which you are.

so when they see the two of you, people are quick to imagine that you are pretty quiet, the one keeping him in check.

they couldn’t be more wrong.

like most evenings after going to the gym, atsumu stands in front of the large mirror in your shared bathroom, flexing and inspecting the muscles of his body. he flexes his arms, showing off his biceps, pecs and back, slowly turning around to stare at every possible angle.

and of course atsumu could do all this directly at the gym, he isn’t that stupid and does check his muscles there too, but he knows how you get when he shows off his muscles...

as if on cue, you appear into the mirror, leaning against the doorframe, your eyes scanning over your boyfriend’s figure. amused, atsumu’s eyes stay on you as he watches your own roam around his body as you ruffle your hair and bit your lower lip.

“see somethin’ ya like, babe?” his lips curl into a snarky smirk as he flexs his arms just a tad bit more.

rolling your eyes at his remark, you slowly step closer to him, your eyes still stuck on him. once you reached him, you wrapped your arms around his neck from behind, your nails sliding and scratching against atsumu's skin making him shiver and his expression falter.

“hm, you look good baby...” you practically purr as your nails slide against his muscles, sinking your teeth in his back and shoulders before kissing the spot.

as if reacting to your voice and touch, his body twitches, aching to be closer and closer to you, his ears and the back of his neck flushing under your praises. “oh yah? think so?” his voice falters as a breathe gets stuck in his throat when you nibbles on his tanned skin.

your small ‘mhm’ is what breaks him, he turns around, his hands finding their rightful place on your hips, tugging you closer to him as to flush your chest against his naked torso.

immediately, one of your hands ends up on the back of his neck, grazing at his undercut while the other rests on his biceps, squishing to feel the muscles under your touch.

atsumu lets out a real groan, muttering a quiet ‘fuck’ before flipping you onto his shoulder and rushing to the bedroom while you laugh and kiss his cheek.

the two of you perfectly match each other’s freak.

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bf!iwaizumi hajime x biceps obsessed!gf!reader

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husband!osamu miya x pregnant!reader

it's probably around two in the morning — 2:14 to be exact — and the heat of this summer night feels unbearable, making the bare skin of your legs stick to your chair in an uncomfortable way.

osamu is sitting on a chair next to you. carefully, his hands gather your hair at the bottom of your head before gently tugging them upwards and tying them into a messy, ‘not-so-straight’ ponytail that is missing a few strands of your hair — but hey, it's the thought that counts !

with a sigh, osamu leans back into his chair, the furniture squeaking as he dips his head backwards, resting his forearm on his forehead as he closes his eyes. truly, he doesn't look better than you — his dark brown hair is messy, each strand standing in different directions, his black shirt and grey shorts are ruffled from sleep and the pillow's imprint is still visible on his right cheek.

after one or two minutes, osamu glances back at you, a fond smirk on his face as he watches you devour the latest craving he made for you, blue raspberry fruit roll up on a coconut popsicle, staring as you alternate between biting into the sweet and spraying some blue sour spray on top of it.

‘at least it's not a weird craving this time. . .’

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bf!osamu miya x gf!reader

“ya done yet babe?” “nuh uh”

osamu sighed at your answer, his head dropping backwards while he closed his eyes. the poor man’s been sitting in an uncomfortable chair for the past twenty minutes. all the while your fingers were tracing his hair. osamu had just went to get his hair done — which was very much needed considering how much time it had been since his last appointment. however what you did not expect was for your boyfriend to come home with his hair natural again. and saying that seeing him with dark brown hair for the first time didn't have any effect on you would be lying. for as long as osamu's been sitting here, you've been tracing and touching his hair, your nails scratching lightly at his undercut while you admired his new hair.

"i take it ya like my hair like this ?" he couldn't help the smirk growing on his lips, his eyes fixated on your face as he scans your reaction. "mhm" you tilted his head back as you hummed, nails grazing at the nape of his neck and his upper back. “you look so good ‘samu. . .”

and with that, you lightly bit his cheek, making him yelp in surprise.

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