Kuroo carries a portrait of you, and a Polaroid picture of the both of you together around in his wallet. He breaks it out whenever he gets the chance, and often uses it to show off during business meetings. Every intern that works at his company has been shown your picture by Kuroo during orientation.
Tsukishima has your initials engraved into his sports glasses so that you’re close to him during every game. He has them engraved on every single pair that he owns.
Atsumu won’t stop talking about you during every single one of his interviews. He always finds a way to bring the topic back to you. “What are some important rituals you perform before every game, Miya-san?” “Eat a good meal, do my stretches, and get a kiss from y/n!”
Ushijima makes sure to only accept sponsors from all of your favorite brands so that he can get you free merchandise. Don’t even bother asking him why he’s in a commercial for Potato Chips when he doesn’t look like he’s touched a bag in his life. It’s because they offered to give you limited edition flavors.
Iwaizumi loved letting you borrow his clothes, bc when you returned them, they always smelled of your perfume. Iwaizumi doesn’t admit that he sends hours inhaling your scent, avoiding washing his clothes so he could be surrounded by you. But when you stopped giving his clothes back (sigh), iwaizumi resorts to keeping a bottle of your perfume in his room, and sprays it whenever he misses you
Sakusa moved in with you after one week of dating. He literally showed up once, and then never left. He’s there when you wake up, and he’s there when you go to sleep. You haven’t spent one single night apart since making it official. Sakusa tried going on a boys trip once and literally called you to pick him up from the train station just four hours in. He’s not going anywhere.
Kageyama brings items of your clothing with him to away games. Whichever he can get his hands on — a shirt, shorts, a sweater, whatever. You nearly had a heard attack when you were helping him unpack and you found underwear. It took you a few seconds to realize it was yours.
Suna got your name tattooed on him. He may have been drunk, and it may have been on a dare, but he displays this tattoo proudly. He hates when people ask “well, what if you guys break up?” as if Suna would be dumb enough to ever let that happen.
helloooo i have a request <3 you close your laptop right when they walk in and they get suspicious :) (sakusa and whoever else your choice)
CLOSING YOUR LAPTOP RIGHT WHEN THEY WALK IN
⇢ includes : sakusa , iwaizumi , atsumu
⇢ genre//cw : fluff, some crack, the omi one has a little bit of angst// swearings,
⇢ wc~ 0,9K
a/n : nonnie this sounds so fun 🤩 thank u for requesting sorry to answer so late bby >.< ahhh for real i’m sorry this been in my drafts for so loong :cccc
reblogs are very appreciated you'll get a kith
“I prepared us a bath, do you want a―”
Sakusa’s tired eyes squint and his dark brows furrow together watching you snap your laptop the exact same time he entered in your shared room.
“Heyyyy!”, your hand rests on top of your computer as you force a smile on your lips.
“What are you doing?”
“What do you mean Omi?” you tilt your head acting oblivious as you could while his dark eyes drift from you to your computer.
Your answer had an unpleasant feeling nestling inside the outside hitter’s chest. And maybe he is being dramatic or maybe he is tired from dealing all day with his bubbly teammates, but the fact you’re hiding something from him unsettles his heart.
“Right… I’ll be on the tub, go on, I won’t bother you” The dry tone he uses makes you blink as you observe him walking back to where he came through.
“Wait, Omi!” you quickly jump from your seat, holding onto his arm with a strong grip as you sigh “Jeez, I can’t hide anything from you!”
Sakusa’s brows quirk up in confusion as you drag him to your desk, opening your laptop to show him the reason of his irritation.
His eyes widen as he sees tons of MSBY merch in your shopping cart but that’s nothing compared to how his cheeks burn when he sees a mask along with a jersey carrying his number on them.
“Why didn’t you ask me to get some of these for you?”, he whispers, eyes locked on the screen still too blushy to face you.
“Because you always complain about how silly they are!”
Sakusa blushes in embarrassment before sighing, a hand moving behind your neck to push your head closer to him so he can plant a chaste kiss on your forehead.
“Yeah but—next time just ask me, okay? Don’t act all suspicious like that…you scared me”
“Doll, you ready for our run?”
Iwaizumi says peeking his head through the door, finding you on the bed, holding your laptop ridiculously close to your face. Your eyes flicker from the screen to his face and with a clumsy maneuver you close the device.
“Y-Yeah! Let me grab my bottle”
He blinks, his features contorting as he replays your previous action in his head.
“What the hell was that?”, he says with a frown on his face, arms crossing over his chest, walking through the door before sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Mmh?”
“You know exactly what I mean, don’t play silly on me princess!”,
He trusted you entirely, but Iwaizumi’s patience was running thin. The need to know what you were hiding from him was too intoxicating. So, he kept his hard features as he waited for your answer.
“I swear, I wasn’t doing anything, Haji” you bat your eyelashes at him, pathetically holding back a chuckle at his angry face, making impossible for Iwaizumi to not soften after that pity attemmpt to contain your smile.
“Let me see”
“NO! H-Hajime—wait!” he pinches your sides making you explode in laughter, dropping the laptop onto the bed in the process. You have tears in your eyes as you pathetically try to retrieve it from your boyfriend’s strong hold while he keeps an arm up preventing you from getting any closer.
His face goes completely red when he sees his young self-dressed up in a Godzilla costume on the screen.
“How—How did you get this?” you’re still chuckling as he looks at you, wearing a horrified expression that could only match with a ghost story.
“Who do you think would provide me such “sensitive” pictures, baby?”, you tease, quirking a brow at your boyfriend, before pecking his cheek. And he knew that somewhere in Argentina a good looking setter was laughing like a fool.
“I’m blocking Oikawa from your contacts right now!”
“What are you doing babe?”
Atsumu says, coming out from the shower to the living room where you are curling on the couch holding your laptop on top of your thigs. When you hear his voice, you quickly slam the laptop and press it close to you as you shoot a naïve smile in his direction.
“N-Nothing, ‘Tsumu. Uhm, you ready to eat?”, his lips curl into a cocky smirk as he raises his eyebrows.
“Oh, I see” he says, moving a hand to brush his wet locks, walking to the kitchen. You follow his movements, confusion printed all over your face as he leans on the counter, smiling smugly at you. “You’re testing how much I trust you, right? Is one of those couple challenges or something.”
You hold a deadpan expression as he mentally praises himself, thinking he figured out what you were doing.
“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about ‘Tsumu”
“You can stop pretending now sweetheart. I fully trust you” he winks at you before you make your way to the counter with light steps. Placing the laptop on top of the marble table, you rest your chin on your palm and lock eyes with the blonde setter.
“You sure about that?” you smirk, sliding the laptop closer to him.
Atsumu’s hands itch, holding back his impulse to grab your computer and open it right there, and just as you imagine, 5 minutes later he is grasping the laptop and snapping it open in between curses.
His hazel eyes are so focused on the tab that says “Which MSBY player would be your boyfriend” that he doesn’t notice that you had erased the distance with him until he feels your soft lips on his cheek. Atsumu’s thick eyebrows move up as his mouth falls open while you disappear in the corridor to hide your giggles.
“OMI? Why the fuck did you get Omi?! Come back here, Y/N!”
If someone was to ask you how life was, you would tilt your head to the side, pondering over your answer, before moments with him would flood your mind. A smile would creep onto your pink lips, and you would blush a little as you said, “Splendid.”
You were always a headstrong and practical person. You knew where to place people and how to distribute your affections. You never got upset over things that didn’t matter, as you never let yourself get too attached to them. Nothing really affected you too much, no event was big enough to shake you.
Except this one.
You felt your answer change from “Splendid” to “Unbearable” as you heard the words tumbling from his mouth. His chestnut locks framed his handsomely angular face beautifully. If it weren’t for the harsh words piercing your heart, the sly smile on his plump lips would have seemed innocent. But paired with the way he was mocking you, its true nature unfolded. He was simply being mean. Hurtful. Cruel, even.
“Don’t look at me like that, y/n. You act as though you weren’t aware that this was but a temporary arrangement.”
You wanted to scream that it wasn’t! It was never an ‘arrangement’! You both truly did love each other!
You were too tired to scream, though. Too tired to fight for this. You desperately wanted to fight for him, but he had sucked all the life out of you. You couldn’t do this anymore.
“What do you mean, Osamu?”
Your hushed whisper pained even your own ears. You sounded too weak to consider yourself a proud person. You almost sounded like you wanted to hear anything but what he said next.
“Its getting hard for me to maintain both, my life, and a relationship with you.”
Dazai said, shrugging nonchalantly.
“Plus, this has become too boring.”
Anger flooded your mind at that. Were these last few months just a game? Is this some bloody joke?
You were both adults. Lack of time management is a bloody stupid excuse to break up with someone whom you’ve been with for almost a year.
Dazai sighed at your silence. He checked his watch, and whistled at how late he was for his meeting.
“Whoa, this really took quite a while!”, he chirped, almost as if he were having a light hearted chat with a friend.
He waved his hand with a quick, “Bye then!”, and began walking away.
You furrowed your brows, trying hard to tame the tears threatening to gush over your red cheeks.
“Why is it,” you began, voice hoarse and low, “that whenever things get tough, I’m the first thing you throw away?”
That made him halt in his path. Without bothering to face you, he glanced back at the person he had once claimed to love.
Your throat constricted at his next words.
“Because, y/n,”, he sighed, “you’re the only thing in my life, that I can throw away.”
— request by @haikyuu-appreciation-club : i was wondering if i could request for how kyotani, tsukishima, & iwaizumi would react to you drunk calling them from a bar or something & just sputtering nonsense?? this can be platonic or romantic idm.
genre: fluff, crack, chaos.
warnings: cursing, suggestive themes, intoxicated reader, mentions of vomit (please let me know if i missed anything). not proof read sorry hehe.
word count: 3.k.
— a/n: added bokuto just for you hehe, thank you for requesting nene! this was so fun n cute to write.
edit my dumbass forgot to tag n thank my bebes @jeanbeaux n @asahiswrld for beta’ing for me 🥺🥺🥺💖
BOKUTO KOUTAROU.
freshly showered on the night before his match, a shirtless bokuto spread himself over the silken quilt of his bed for the night. tucking his arms behind his head, flexing his muscles and crossing his right ankle over the left - he lay jittery in the hotel room he was sharing with hinata, waiting excitedly for your call.
tonight was fukurodani academy’s high school reunion, and bokuto was stuck in another city - unable to attend the event with his very own high school sweetheart, or his buddies.
you’d already sent him multiple pictures, as requested by him, of your outfit for the reunion tonight; a pretty dress fitted in all the right places that cinched at your waist and accentuated the delicious curve of your ass. bokuto was even sent a teasing sneak peak of the matching lace garments you had on underneath, and he was absolutely devastated at how he couldn’t even touch you when you looked so damn amazing.
the shrill ringtone of your incoming call pulled bokuto out of his thoughts with an eager yelp, as he smashed his thumb against his phone screen to accept your call.
“hey, baby.”
on the other side of the room, laying on his own bed, is hinata who almost keels over at the seductive lilt bokuto’s suddenly adopted. it’s almost an octave lower and sounds nothing like him.
“huuuulloooo?!” hearing your voice has your boyfriend already swooning, eyes drooping low as a soft smile pulls at his lips. he’s yet to notice the slurring of your speech, courtesy of pregaming a bit too hard with konoha and washio.
“baby, baby, baby!” he cheers. “how’s your night going?”
“hullooo? who is this?”
bokuto giggles, thinking you’re just playing around with him. “me, of course, silly!”
“me? i dunno someone called me.” his smile drops. “‘nd don’t call me baby either, mister!”
“but baby-“
“-‘m not your baby, ‘m kou’s baby...where is he?”
“i am kou!”
“no, ya not! kouuuu! kou, where are you? did me kidnap you?!”
bokuto prepares himself to argue that he is your kou, and that he wasn’t kidnapped at all. but hinata is quick to interject as you still call out for your supposedly missing boyfriend.
“bokuto-san.” the younger male whisper-shouts to his teammate. “i think y/n-san is drunk.”
bokuto’s mouth drops open in surprise, thick eyebrows raised. “really?” he whisper-yells back, looking down at his phone and putting the call on speaker.
the two volleyball players listen as you drunkenly ramble to someone in the background.
“oi, aki! me kidnapped kou!”
they could faintly hear konoha’s reply. “what? y/n, we said to order some food, not call bokuto!”
“but...i miss my kou.”
“and i miss food being in my stomach.” washio grumbled.
“shut up!” a thwack could be heard, the sound of you slapping an arm, followed by washio’s choice of curses. hinata couldn’t help but snort at him calling you a gremlin. “i don’t care, jus’ want my kou.”
bokuto glances at his teammate, the sound of your sniffles bringing tears of adoration to swell in your boyfriends’s golden eyes at the knowledge you think of him even at times like this. you were just the sweetest thing to him, so cute when you were sober but even more precious when you were drunk out of your mind.
“baby.” bokuto coos into the phone, sounding just like his usual self.
“kou!” you exclaim, as if all your worries had disappeared.
“i’m here, baby. you okay?”
“‘m okay now.” you hum in response.
“how much have you had to drink?”
there’s a commotion in the background of the call, the boys calling you over, and the rustling of the phone to your chest as you chase after them.
“uh...not much at all, kou-“ a lie. “hey! wait up for me!”
a furrow creases between his brows. “something wrong, baby? what’s happening?”
you’re out of breath now, huffing and puffing, almost oblivious to the ominous sounds in the background behind you. “ya...jus’ wanted to call ‘nd say i miss you, ‘nd that i...love you.” your giggling is close to lulling bokuto into a loved-up trance, but the heaving sounds almost right next to you are distracting.
“what’s going on, baby? tell me.” bokuto repeats.
“oh no.” the change in your tone had bokuto sitting right up. “‘kaashi threw up on my shoes-”
oh no, indeed. the last thing bokuto heard before the line cuts off, was your wretches as you joined akaashi, notorious for your weak stomach, while washio and konoha were sent into panic. it takes a second for everything to process before bokuto stands up in a haste.
“hinata-“ when he turns to face his teammate. “i have to go to her.”
“we’re ten hours away and not even in the same city as her right now.” hinata tries to reason. “you’d have to catch a flight-
“i know. but i would sprint there for her if i had to, so are you coming or not?”
the tangerine man signed, reaching for his phone. “i’ll uber with you there then.”
IWAIZUMI HAJIME.
after being together for such a long time, iwa knew exactly what type of drunk you were. and when your best friend’s birthday started rolling around, he was already mentally preparing himself for the long night ahead.
as usual, it was a strictly girls only night out, something he had no opposing opinions about. though he would miss having you snuggling up to him in the evening as you always did, he didn’t mind the idea of having a few hours to himself after a long day at work. so like the amazing fiancé he is, he drops you off to the bar with a sweet kiss and a loving squeeze or few, and promises to pick you up whenever you were ready.
he just didn’t expect to receive the phone call barely two hours into your night.
having just eased himself into the comfort of your shared california king bed; iwa had funnily enough almost thrown the television remote from his hand when his phone’s ringtone blared beside him. as he swiped across the screen to answer your call, he could hear the loud music and lively chattering in the background, before he had even brought the phone to his ear.
“hello?” he answered normally, calling out your name louder when he received no response from you. “y/n? you there?”
“oh!” he heard your sweet laugh, the one saved for your ditzy moments. he had no doubt that you probably forgotten you had dialled his number. “what you doin’?”
“i’m in bed, what are you-“
“-where you at?”
iwa thought nothing of the way you sung your responses to him, continuing to respond to you. “at home?”
“oh, you got plans?”
“y/n, you’re the one with plans-“
“-don’t say that.”
“what?”
“i’m sipping wine, in a robe.”
he had no doubt about that. in fact, iwa could almost imagine you, sitting with your friends, wine glass in your dainty hand with a sheen of your cherry gloss around the edge. thinking about how giggly you’d be, having fun, made the pang of missing you make itself even more obvious. especially when he started to think about your outfit, how much of your warm, soft skin was exposed in that little robe-
robe? iwa felt his thought process become a series of scribbles; until everything started to piece itself together.
the biggest thing with you when you got drunk, was that you loved to sing. surprisingly holding a tune better than your sober self.
“i look too good, to be alone.”
iwa felt the corners of his mouth tugging upwards, convinced he could almost hear the pout in your seductive tune. what was he ever supposed to do with you?
“i don’t doubt that at all, princess.”
you continued to sing to your heart’s content, while iwa silently dragged himself out of bed, offering you small replies and hums as if you were having a normal conversation. slipping on a shirt and grabbing one of your favourite hoodies of his, he started to make his way out your apartment just as you reached the chorus.
“i’ma leave the door open, i’ma leave the door open!”
cringing slightly at how you practically yelled into your cellphone, having a complete disregard of volume control, iwa made sure to double lock the front door before jogging to his truck.
“that you feel the way i feel, and that you want me like i want you tonight, baby-“ taking a deep breath, you softly sang, “tell me that you’re coming through~”
suddenly it was hot for iwa, feeling his cheeks heat up as a warm, fuzzy feeling settled in his wide chest.
“hajime? babe, are you still there?”
“i am.” he confirmed, running his fingers through his hair before fumbling around with his keys.
“well…are you coming through?”
the attitude shift had your boyfriend rolling his eyes, chuckling lowly. starting his truck with a rumble, he can hear the familiar and troublesome beat of the next song in the background of the call.
“yeah, yeah, i’m coming through to pick you up, brat.”
your giggles are cut short when you suddenly recognise that horse girl’s music playing. iwa could never remember her name right. mandy? melissa? no, no…megan! megan thee stallion.
“oh my god- THIS IS MY SONG! REAL HOT GIRL SHIT!”
yeah, iwaizumi was definitely on his way. and funnily enough, he kept you on speaker the whole drive back to you.
KYOUTANI KENTAROU.
the relationship between you and the infamous kyoutani kentarou was, of course, complicated. in fact, you weren’t even sure if you could call what the two of you shared a relationship.
you were neighbours, yes, friends too. but the past couple of months, the boundary line between friends had lovers had blurred over time and company spent with each other. what started as you offering to fill his stomach with a warm meal each night, led to him filling your own tummy and warming your bed afterwards.
things were good, chill and still very much confusing.
the idea of becoming official had been floating in your mind for a while now. it was hard not to, when you and kyoutani relied on each other.
despite that, it was friday night, the city calling the two of you to separate paths with the promise to return back to each other. while you were off clubbing alongside some study mates, kyoutani had run off to his friend’s apartment, a little get together with his mates.
around two in the morning is when your name flashed across his bright screen. rolling his eyes at the boys’ hoots, he slips outside on to the balcony; answering your call with a smirk and cigarette lit between his lips.
“yo.”
taking a heavy puff, he almost chokes once he hears your sniffles on the other side of the line.
“ken?” you whimper.
there’s only two times you dare to call him ken - the first when you’re writhing underneath him and the second when something goes wrong. so you can’t exactly blame him for the fit of panic that settles in his gut hearing the nickname.
“pretty girl? what’s the matter?”
his simple question had released the beast of your tears, a nonsensical tale sputtered between your sobs, had kyoutani’s slightly intoxicated mind swirling.
“well we got ‘ere ‘nd then- oh m’…but then i wen’ t’dance but i swear i had it wit’ me- no, no maybe it wa’ when-“ you barely took a breath in and he wasn’t understanding a thing you were mumbling.
“y/n…”
“but - sniff - i jus’ can’t believe it ken! i jus’ can’t-! ‘nd ev’ryone’s been so useless y’know? even this-“
“y/n!” yelling your name is the only thing that shuts your blabbers, and he feels half-bad listening to your sniffling.
“…k-ken?”
“tell me what’s wrong, so i can fix it, pretty girl.”
you take a deep breath, aiming to stable your speech. “m’ phone, ken…”
“what happened to your phone?”
“i…i…” the absolute distraught in your wobbly voice has him on edge. “i lost it!”
silence. complete and utter silence envelopes the call. kyoutani’s large frame is frozen in disbelief as your words replays in his head over and over again.
“you lost your phone?” he parrots.
“yes!” you cheer, sighing in the relief that someone finally understands you.
“the same phone…that you’re calling me from?”
“uh huh.”
“are you serious?”
“yes! i am! it’s very traumatisin’, ken! i dunno where it is…’nd- ‘nd…”
“pretty girl.” kyoutani groans, putting out his cigarette. “you’re the smartest woman i know, but such a dummy once you start drinking.”
“oh…hehe, thank you, ken.”
he shakes his head. “you still at that same place?”
“yeah…”
“i’ll uber to you then, yeah?” at your content hum, kyoutani can’t help but tease you a bit. “fuck, pretty girl, if you wanted me to come fuck your brains out all you had to do was ask, not get wasted.”
“o-oh.” your cute little gasp it was urges him to push himself out the door, tapping away for an uber. but it’s what you say after that really has him in a rush to get to you. “you’ll still help me find my phone, right, ken?”
“just stay on the call with me, dummy.”
TSUKISHIMA KEI.
tsukishima had no idea what kind of game you were playing at.
you and him were project partners, freshly friends if you may. spending months together, working on the long-term assignment of your shared college course; had meant the two of you bonding over the long days and even longer nights. even if tsukishima was hesitant, he still begrudgingly admitted to being happy having you as his partner - and friend, of course.
after the project was completed, receiving an excellent grade on you and tsukishima’s hard work had convinced you that there was a need to celebrate.
the tall male had laughed when you invited him to one of those chaotic frat parties, the one being held tonight at this very hour. he had nodded along with a roll of his eyes, thinking you were joking around; his scoff hidden by your excited cheer.
but when the night rolled in and he received a series of texts from you asking where he was, tsukishima started to get antsy. surely you knew he was joking around?
his answer came while he was lazing about, listening to music, when your call interrupted.
“tsukki, you’re late!” you shout before he can answer. the music in the background is louder than his own headphones.
“i’m late?” he replies calmly.
“yeah! remember? i asked if you wanted to come to the party with me?” suddenly you seemed unsure. “i’ve been waiting an hour…so?”
“oh that.” tsukishima hummed. “i thought you were joking.”
“what?! why would i- ah shit.” he could hear you stumbling around, mumbling an apology to someone as the music started to fade away. “but i wanted to see your face tonight.”
“are you drunk?”
“no…”
tsukishima could only imagine the pout pulling on your pretty mouth. ignoring the slight guilt, he couldn’t help but tease you a bit.
“you wanted to see my face, hm? the y/n i know could never say that to me sober.”
“okay, fine! i drank a bit so what?”
“so what?” he repeated, copying the same tone you used.
“huh?”
“huh?”
“oi, are you mimicking me?!”
“oi, are you mimicking me?”
“stop that, tsukki!”
“stop that, tsukki~” he had to admit, hearing you huff and puff was amusing all on its own. maybe he should have gone to that damn party.
though tsukishima could admit to enjoying your company, he would never admit to the attraction he had for you. it creeped up on him and washed over, dousing him in feelings he never expected. it’s the main reason he took your invite as a joke - took himself as a joke because why would you ever want to be with him at a party.
“it’s not funny anymore…”
“it’s not funny anymore.”
“you know what? fine! we can play this game.” his golden eyes widened at the finality in your voice. “i’m so handsome!” you exclaimed.
“pfft.” he struggled to hold his laugh in.
“what? why aren’t you copying me huh? it’s the troof, you know!”
“the troof?”
“you know what i mean!”
“sorry doll.” tsukishima hummed. “don’t have a clue.”
“well…hic-” suddenly you’d acquired the hiccups. “you’re handsome, and smart - hic - such a fucking smart ass too-“
“hey-“
“-and you’re so funny, you make my tummy jiggle…i mean you make me - hic - giggle! ugh…kei?”
his breath hitched as you called him by his first name, something new. something better than just tsukki.
“y-yeah?” he could punch himself for stuttering like that. except you already beat him to it with your words.
“i like you.” you breathed out, a weight lifting off your shoulders. “kei, i like you so much. do you hear me?”
tsukkshima’s heart felt as though it was begging to beat out of his chest. you had him completely choked up, lost on what to say; but so deep in his feelings. he felt happy, truly and utterly happy. until he remembered you were drunk.
“y/n, you’re drunk.”
“kei - hic - i really like you. i’ll keep saying it until you say it back.”
“y/n-“
“-i like you~”
“stop this-“
“i. like. tsukishima. kei.”
“oi! i…”
“mhm?”
“i like you too.”
“holy fuck, you do?!”
kei felt his face heat up, and without looking in the mirror he knew he would be sporting a deep blush right now. you were insane, but that’s what he liked about you.
“yeah, i do.” he promised, overcome with the need to see you right now. “hey, tell me where that stupid party is again. i have something i need to ask you face to face.”
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Ah, the classic wall pinning. How sweet and romantic as well as suggestive it is- Well, would be, if it wasn’t for the fact that your head just smacked the wall, all because your lovely boyfriend was to nervous to realize how much strength put into his hands. Now he is blubbering out apologies as you are cradling him and telling him everything is fine and you are not seriously injured. All’s well it ends well, right?
Oh boy, when this boy learned that this had become a trend all across social media, he was all over it. Leaning against the wall to rest after running? Arms automatically lock you in place. Resting on the bleachers after a hard day of school and no manager duties? Newly formed bruise you get to show your parents. You cannot escape this man and it keeps becoming more and more frequent until you have had enough. You’re done being the nice person. So, during his break time at his next volleyball practice, you take it upon yourself to show him just how annoying it is. You walk up to him as he’s talking with his back against the wall, take a quick breath, bring your arms up, and- BAM! He is now cornered by you, at a loss of words as blush creeps up his neck. This is when you know you succeeded and won this battle.
He is oblivious that this is a trend, nor does he care to know what is trending. He’s always been like that, and you love him for it. So it comes out of nowhere when you are blocked by his forearms, your eyes meeting his, showing how surprised you were by the sudden intrusion- not that you minded. Quite frankly, you love when hes this close and intimate with you. He averted his eyes and let his arms fall to his sides, the slightest bit of blush showing on his cheeks. He apologized and explained that a strand volleyball was coming at you and he wanted to make sure you don’t get hurt by it. Although a little sad about the fact that he didn’t do it just to do it, you’re heart swells at the thought of him wanting to protect you.
This mf is up to date with all the trends. He is just all-knowing like that. So, when he sees that wall pinning is coming back, he is one of the first to hop on it. But he wants- no, needs it to be perfect. It has to be smooth, eloquent, and look like it wasn’t planned. So brainstorms an idea that night, and the following morning, he sweetly asks to accompany you to class, his books strangely no where in sight. He’s telling you about his last match, which you could not attend due to a cold even though you would of if he hadn’t insisted that you rest when someone harshly bumps in to him, causing his body to turn and his arms to go up to catch himself. He opens his eyes looks down, being greeted by your blushing face as you hold your books to your chest, your eyes wide and your mouth tightly sealed. He chuckles and leans his head down, kissing your forehead while complimenting your adorableness.
cw: fluff, long fic, milf reader and timeskip atsumu, nsfw (breeding kink, spit kink, nipple play, female receiving oral, kissing, biting and marking, finger sucking, jaw grabbing, unprotected sex, creampie, age gap (28/24), hair pulling, finger marks, cunt slap), use of mummy by readers son and mentions of cheating
word count: 8700+
a/n: please dont ask about the word count, i’m on crack.
information: MILF collab by @ultimate-astridwriting
summary: in which atsumu meets his new neighbour and an unlikely relationship occurs until finally he gives into the temptation
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The moving vans piled into the driveway, the way the sound of men seemed to encompass the street. It was unusual to have anybody under the age of 30 living on the street apart from of course you and your son. But as you were going through the garage with your son playing in the front garden it seemed to be an unexpected surprise for the two of you. A shock more than anything else when you saw the house become filled with items upon items, it was a much larger house then your own.
But the man who seemed to be walking inside seemed to lead no children or wife, only the delivery men. Your son watched as he dropped the football he was playing with ready to kick it right at the owner of the house. You weren’t paying attention to him, as you dismissed your new neighbour who was most likely renting the place out.
You turned walking back into the kitchen as you went to take out the cupcakes you had made, it was a special treat for your son after getting through another week of school. How could you not resist giving him something, he deserved it, hell you deserved it for finally being free and on a long weekend.
As you took the cupcakes out of the oven, putting them on a rack to cool down. You took one halving it for your son to have as well, just as you stepped out into the sun, you saw your son kick the football right into the side of the mysterious new occupant. “AKIRA,” both your son and the man froze after hearing you shout, you ran up to him as the man held the ball in his hands.
“What did I say about kicking balls at people, go apologise….” Before you could make him go through a walk of shame to the man, he had come up towards the both of you. Hand clasped around the ball, he was wearing a hoodie which looked to have his name on it and some shorts most likely to not drown in sweat in the spring heat.
He passed the ball back as he got on his knees towards your son, “no worries little man, ya like football?”
Akira looked up at you as you nodded, hand on his shoulder to tell him to speak, “it’s okay…”
“Volleyball is so much cooler, ya know how to play?” Your son shook his head as the mysterious man looked up towards you.
His hair was clearly dyed and as he stood up he towered in front of the two of you, “damn has yer sister not taught ya anythin’.”
“Mother…” you interrupted the mysterious man's words. “I’m his mother…”
He nodded still possible not getting over the fact that you looked so young to be this child’s mother, he turned to face your son once again as he spoke, “I’ll teach ya if yer mother wants, I playe’ in the Olympics…”
“You did?” Both you and your son said with the same expression, one of utter shock.
The man scratched the back of his neck as he nodded to both of you, “ya ‘m a setter, and now yer new neighbour, Atsumu Miya.”
He put his hand out as he introduced himself. You took it upon yourself, “y/n y/l/n and this is my son…”
“Akira y/l/n…” he squealed out as he never thought he’d meet someone who had played for Japan at the Olympics. He jumped to catch Atsumu’s hand as he almost dragged Atsumu down, you held your son giving him a look as you rolled your eyes.
“Why don’t you bring a cupcake for Mr Miya to eat?” He happily nodded as he took the cupcake you gave him and ate away at it. “I’m sorry about him…he can get excited.”
“No worries ya can call me Atsumu, no need for formalities,” he smiled as you nodded at him, “if ya wante’ i finish practice early tomorrow, obviously ya don’t know me but you could bring ya son over and I can teach him how to play…”
Atsumu avoided facing you, yeah you were pretty and from what he could see from your left hand no ring. But that didn’t mean you weren’t taken or that you’d even let this random stranger teach their son volleyball.
“I…” before you could say anything your son came through with two cupcakes, passing one to you as he brought one to Atsumu.
“Mummy please can we go?” He looked at you softly as he ate the cupcake, his hair fell to the sides of his head as the dinosaur t shirt and shorts he wore with grazed knees made him look even more younger and softer than he was.
Atsumu chuckled as he bit into the cupcake savouring at the taste. You were good at baking, he had to hand it to you, “as long as Atsumu is not busy then…”
He hadn’t been paying attention to the conversation between you and your son as the two of you turned to face the man. Crumbs of the chocolate cupcake encased his lips as he licked them before swallowing the cupcake, “’m not, I finish at 4 if the two of ya want to swing by.”
Your son became giddy at the idea of trying a different sport apart from football, you knew he didn’t enjoy it as much but maybe your new neighbour could help to teach him something else. “Atsumu where do you want the rest of the stuff?”
You both heard shouting from inside the house, he shouted back to leave it by the entrance, “it’s a big house for one person?”
“It’s an investment…” he shrugged as you nodded, Akira still staring up at Atsumu.
Akira pulled at your sleeve as you looked down at your son with soft eyes, “yes darling.”
“Can you google him; I want to see him play?” You chuckled as you could see Atsumu turn away probably out of embarrassment of your son wanting to see him play. As you searched on youtube for the man playing volleyball, you bent down showing it to your son, you watched as Atsumu was on the court with some other players. How he served the ball up and in an instant it was spiked right down on the other end.
“Mummy that’s so cool, did you see that mummy? It went whoosh…” you son mimicked as you couldn’t help but stare up at the man who had put his hands in his pockets.
You grabbed your son up, carrying him on your waist as he was finally able to meet Atsumu’s height, “you’re really good, isn’t he?”
“Mummy he’s so good, he threw it and that man smashed it down.” He gestured, hitting Atsumu’s shoulder as his arm flung down. Both chuckling at least you knew your neighbour wasn’t lying about his occupation.
Atsumu ate the last of the cupcake as you noticed how his eyeline had gone inside the house where most of the cupcakes were. “I can give you some if you want?”
“I wouldn’ wanna take them away from Akira,” he scratched the back of his neck even after you chuckled at the man, you gestured from him to wait there.
“Come on ‘Kira let’s get Atsumu some cupcakes…” he watched you both go inside the house as Osamu came outside from helping the delivery men.
He hit his twins shoulder as he rolled his eyes, “I know yer not trying to get with yer neighbour already whilst ’m moving ya shit in yer house”
“Oh shut it, she has a son, he wants to play volleyball,” Atsumu spoke as Osamu shrugged, “she’s bringin’ food.”
“Maybe ya should keep speakin’ to her,” Osamu spoke eagerly knowing that he was going to get some food from this mysterious woman.
As you and Akira stepped outside with the cupcakes in hand, you were met by the sight of his presumed twin, “mummy look there's two of them.” Akira pointed out as you chuckled getting to pass two more cupcakes from the two men.
“This is ma brother Osamu,” Osamu waved as he took the cupcake happily, already digging into it.
Atsumu smiled watching the interaction with your son and his brother as he turned to face you, “I can give ya my number and send the address to where practices is?”
“Yeah of course,” as Atsumu put his number into your phone, you gave it a call, so that he could have your own. The sun had begun to sweat and you could already tell that Atsumu would have a long night unpacking himself, “Akira why don’t you say bye to Atsumu and Osamu and get ready for dinner.”
Your son nodded as he waved a goodbye to the two men, happily going back into the house. “We’ll see you tomorrow,” your voice was filled with warmth as you waved goodbye.
Atsumu and Osamu watching you leave into your house, “ya think she's single?”
“You’re gross,” Osamu muttered hitting the top of Atsumu’s head as they walked towards the house, “the cupcakes were nice.”
Atsumu spent the rest of the evening sorting his own house out, easily moving everything to where he wanted it to be. It was an empty house for an even lonelier man.
The next day seemed to come quickly as you and your son began the journey to the gym where Atsumu’s team held their practices. The text had spoken of how practice had finished early and that his friend would be there to help as well.
Akira seemed happier than normal as he sat eagerly shouting and grinning at how excited he was, “I watched more videos of Atsumu mummy, and he’s so good.”
Your son eagerly praised as you looked out of the windows to the sign for the gym, looking around to find Atsumu waiting outside. He looked to have been pacing around the entrance, staring at his phone. The black shorts and black shirt which looked to be his uniform and a jacket with his surname on the back moved through the wind.
Akira easily undid his seat belt waiting for you to open his door as he eagerly stared at the fake blond. Atsumu saw you step out and open Akira’s door, as he eagerly waved at the man, you grabbed his backpack which he gestured to carry as you held his hand locking your car.
Atsumu smiled as just as you both crossed the road, Akira let go of your hand and jumped onto Atsumu. You knew your son was eager, it was pretty obvious from the way he had spoken highly of your new neighbour all morning. But you almost felt bad for the man who had lifted your son up onto his hip. “Ya haven’ been troubling yer mother have ya?” your son chuckles as he shakes his head, Atsumu watching as you gave a small smile at their interaction.
They both start walking in as you followed beside them both, going through the entrance without any trouble. You had been anxious that Atsumu had promised too much for your son, already having prepared alternative plans if this fell through. Your worries settled as Atsumu took you both into the main gym, it seemed to be empty as early practice led to the men already having left. Except the three who seemed to still be practicing, “yah sorry about those three they wanted ta help.”
“It’s fine, Akira seems to like them already,” you pointed out, seeing how your son watched the way the man with black and grey hair jumped up to spike the ball down.
“Mum, it's him, it’s the man who we saw this morning,” your son shouted as the three men turned to see the little boy jumping out of Atsumu’s arms and running up to the men. The orange haired boy instinctively ran up to him as well as he crouched down to meet your son. “My mum showed me you all last night,” the man who had spiked the ball crouched down to your son as well as the other man wore his mask and followed.
“Your mum has great taste,” the orange haired man said as both you and Atsumu followed your son. The orange haired man stood up to meet your eyeline as your son pulled on Atsumu’s jacket to meet everybody’s eyeline.
Atsumu carried him once again as introductions occurred, “so you’re the woman who has these amazing cupcakes we’ve heard about.”
Hinata chuckled as Atsumu’s eyes widened, you gave a soft laugh as you gestured for Akira to open his backup up, “we bought you some if you guys wanted them?”
The four men’s eyes lit up, even Sakusa who you had learnt didn’t like crowded spaces. He watched how your son pushed the container of cupcakes out for them all to take. “Tsum Tsum you should bring them more often,” Bokuto had stuffed his face with a cupcake as Sakusa gave a look of disgust at how crumbs went across Bokuto’s mouth.
“Tsum Tsum,” your son repeated as he looked at the man, “can I call you that?”
“Akira…” you muttered lowly as Atsumu nodded.
He gave a small smile to you before speaking himself, “o’ve course ya can, little man, come on why don’t we give ya mum yer bag and we can teach ya sum stuff.”
Akira’s face brightened as soon as he heard Atsumu’s words, passing you his bag and coat as you had made him wear some shorts and shirt earlier in the day. Sakusa pointed to where you could stand and watch, smiling and bowing your head in thanks as you walked towards the side. They were a lively group of men, you watched how Bokuto showed him how to spike the ball and how Hinata and Sakusa went to the other side to receive it. The net seemed to have been lowered allowing your son to jump as high as he could without missing the top of the net.
It was a moment that you knew he’d treasure, as Hinata and Sakusa were showing him how to receive from Bokuto’s spikes. Atsumu walked up towards you with a cheer, “he seems to be enjoyin’ himself.”
“Yeah…I cant thank you enough for this, it means a lot for the both of us,” Atsumu looked at you with a happy smile as another bright idea came to mind.
“Wanna join?”
Your eyebrows raised as you stared at the man, “I wouldn’t want to embarrass myself even trying.”
“I’ll get ya to play with me one day,” it was a proposition as you smiled at the man. He continued to speak to you as you both watched from the side-lines, your son giving a happy hey, hey, hey every time he spiked the ball down.
Your phone began to ring after an hour of playing, already knowing who the number was as you excused yourself to take it. “You didn’t say you were coming to spend time with Akira…you need to call at least…whatever we’ll be home in an hour…yes you can wait.”
You hung up the phone as Atsumu raised an eyebrow, “who was that?”
“Akira’s dad,” you mumbled anxiously.
“Is he…”
You already knew what he was going to say, it was pretty obvious from his gesture and tilted head, “we’re not together anymore…we divorced 6 years ago.”
“Ya married young then?” he was trying to not be invasive, but he did want to know more about you and Akira.
You nodded softly as you knew you and Akira would both have to go home soon, “we better get out of your hair though, you guys must want to practice.”
You began walking onto the court, Akira jumping out of Bokuto’s arms and into your own, “come on Akira, your dad wants to take you out we better get going,” your son whined as he spoke.
“Can I get a picture to show my friends, pleaseeee?” You chuckled as you looked at the four men who agreed.
The three of them stood with their backs partially arched as Akira and Atsumu kneeled at the front, you took a couple of phones which you already knew Akira would want framed somewhere, before you continued to speak, “you know what to say?”
The four men stood in a line as Akira let go of you and looked up at them, “thank you for teaching me how to play, and thank you Tsum Tsum for inviting me and my mum.”
The men smiled at the man as the boy ran back to you shyly after speaking so freely, “I’ll walk you both out.”
You said goodbye to the other three as Atsumu held Akira’s hand and you held his other, walking out together. “Thanks again, it meant a lot to Akira,” Atsumu helped Akira into the car as he nodded at you.
“No problem…and if ya ever wanna come again, little man then just come knockin’,” you smiled at their interaction and before Atsumu could close the door, Akira proposed another idea.
“Can I ask him?” You gave a questioning look as you were unaware of your son's next words, nodding at him instead, “can…can you come watch me play football?”
Atsumu looked over to you, waiting to see if you’d say anything but instead you smiled at him, “I’d love to come and watch ya play, but just remember volleyball is a lot better, kay.”
Akira giggled as Atsumu ruffled his hair before closing the door, you looked at him softly giving him another look of thanks. Atsumu didn’t know the position you and your son were in; he didn’t know if your ex-husband would even be at the game. But he didn’t care, he liked spending time with your son, he liked seeing you smile even more.
Two weeks had passed since you had met your neighbour, most nights you had offered him dinner if he came home late. Which was often, having a sort of family dinner, even if Akira was half asleep as you and Atsumu ate food. On the days that Atsumu did come home early, he had set up a volleyball net in his back garden, playing with your son as you made dinner for the three of you. Atsumu had relied on taking away or forcing his brother to make him food, but having you and your son around him didn’t make him as lonely as he had first thought when he moved in.
Atsumu knocked at your door on Friday morning, your son opened the door inviting him in. As you were in a hurry with breakfast and grabbing your son's football boots and kit. “Need any help?” Atsumu asked as he looked through the door of the living room, he did like your house a lot. Pictures of you and your son scattered around the room, ones of your son and his cousin and he assumed that the one with the man and your son was your ex-husband.
“Could you help Akira fill his water bottle up?” You mumbled with toast still being chewed, Atsumu stared at your form, however.
He would sometimes forget you were a mother, being only 4 years older than him. You had experienced stuff he hadn’t, of course he wanted a family one day, but you were already living through one. You had your son, and he couldn’t lie and say that spending every night eating dinner with you or both you and son hadn’t made him believe he had joined your little family.
He walked towards your son, he looked cheerly at the man as Atsumu helped him fill his water bottle up. You ran up the stairs as you grabbed both yours and Akira’s coats, and some food that he might want to eat on the way as well. “Akira show Atsumu the snacks, tell him to take what he wants,” you shouted from on top of the stairs.
Akira nodded, taking Atsumu’s jacket sleeve and showing him to a cupboard with snacks, “Tsum Tsum?” Akira asked softly as Atsumu was rummaging through the boxes, he couldn’t lie and say it didn’t look like a corner shop in the cupboard.
“Yeah…”
Akira's voice was soft as he spoke, “are you going to leave us?”
Atsumu froze as he met your son's eyeline, he may have only known you for two week, but spending time with you and your son every day. He should’ve known your son would have become accustomed to it, “I won’t.”
Akira nodded, putting a smile on as he opened the bag for Atsumu to put food in it. Atsumu gladly did as you came down the stairs, phone in hand as you seemed to be on a call with someone. “I’ll put these in my car,” Atsumu spoke as you nodded, Akira following the blond. You seemed to be pissed at whatever you were hearing and Atsumu knew it better to start putting Akira and his bag in the car.
“It’s his choice…I didn’t say anything, you should know Akira…He’s your son, I don’t want him to do something he hates, okay?...I have to go…you’re not even going to be there…bye.” Atsumu heard the last part as you hadn’t noticed the man’s arrival, you rubbed your eyes slowly before turning around and smiling at him. “We ready?”
Atsumu nodded as you locked the house up and joined Atsumu, Akira had begun talking to Atsumu about how he wanted to learn how to spike sideways like Bokuto had done. More conversations about volleyball occurred as you seemed to still be stressed over whoever you were on call with.
As Atsumu rounded into the pitch, Akira gave a sigh as he undid his seat belt and waited for the door to open up. “Don’t sigh Kira,” you muttered as Atsumu took Akira and held his hand, you following with his bag.
“I don’t like football anymore though…” both you and Atsumu gave your son a look before you spoke.
“I know but can we talk about this after the game, please for me?” You smiled at your son, it was the last game of the term and once he got through it then he’d never have to do it again if he didn’t want to.
Akira nodded as he took his coat off and let go of Atsumu’s hand, running to his group of friends. “He doesn’ want to play anymore?” Atsumu took his bag from your hands as you both stood on the side-lines.
Nodding, “he was telling me this morning how he wants to play volleyball now.”
“Ya don’t want him too,” Atsumu questioned.
Shaking your head you looked at him softly, he had done so much for you and your son and he wouldn’t even know. Akira had become a lot more boisterous, and you could see a glimmer of happiness whenever he saw Atsumu’s car pull up into his driveway. “It's not that, I want him to do whatever he wants to do…I just need to persuade his dad…that’s all.”
Atsumu didn’t ask anything else, he didn’t want to bring up any pent-up emotion you had to your ex instead he turned to watch the game. Akira played the game decently, but Atsumu had never seen such unenthusiasm for a sport than what Akira was giving to kicking the ball. Everyday he had spent watching your son spike and set the ball up with such enthusiasm but here he was not able to even kick the ball.
“I guess I better sign him up to the volleyball team,” you mumble as the corner of your lip arched upwards. Akira was stubborn and he got it from you, but Atsumu couldn’t help but smile at your words. He could help Akira play; he could teach him different things and most of all he could spend more time with you.
“He’ll fit in straight away,” Atsumu smiled back at you.
Your eyes flicked onto his form, he was handsome, beautiful even, his light blond hair, bright eyes, happy grin whenever Akira did put effort into the game. He was handsome but so so…young, even if it was 4 years, you were a divorced single mother. He played in a division one volleyball team and had so much going for him; you dismissed any idea of being more than friends with the man as you both continued to watch the game play out instead.
“Tsum Tsum was I good?” Akira gave a smirk at you waiting to hear the reply that would persuade you into letting him join the Volleyball club instead.
You rolled your eyes as Atsumu played along with your son's idea, “ya were soooo bad ‘Kira, what was that? Even yer mother could play better than that.”
“See mummy even Tsum Tsum thinks I shout play a different sport,” you chuckled at your son, passing him some water and ruffling his hair.
“You can join…I won't stop you.” Akira hugged you as he looked up at you happily before hugging Atsumu as well, thanking him for playing along with Akira’s plan.
Akira turned to go back to his friends as some of them began pointing at Atsumu, “seems like you have a fanbase.” You had leaned into Atsumu’s side on instinct and he hadn’t questioned it as he scratched the back of his head lightly.
“My fans already think I ‘ave a secret son,” he pointed out as he had been spotted carrying your son throughout the two weeks.
You chuckled as you didn’t have enough time to be social media aware, “you’re more of a father to Akira than his real one has ever been.”
Atsumu didn’t question your comment, instead relishing in the fact that you somehow considered him to be a part of the family, a part of your daily life as well.
As Akira introduced his friends to the volleyball player, you knew you were going to get an earful from your ex very soon. Atsumu offered to take photos with them all, even Akira had asked for another one with the blond, you took it before the three of you left to go back to the car. Akira a lot happier than he had been when you had first arrived with him, “Tsum Tsum do you have a girlfriend?”
You froze as you did his seatbelt up, Atsumu having stood beside you holding the door open, you turned to him giving him a look that he did not need to answer. “We don’t ask people that Akira…”
“No, it's fine, I don’t...volleyball takes up a lot of ma time,” Akira nodded as he watched you close the door on him.
“I apologise for him; he shouldn’t have asked…”
Atsumu interrupted once again as he looked down at you softly, “why go on date in ma spare time, when I ‘ave got you and Akira to spend time with?” You don’t meet his eyeline as you cant help but get flushed at his comment, he had been so close to you. You could almost feel his breath against you but as soon as he spoke he left to open your door for you.
You didn’t speak throughout the journey home, instead listening to whatever Akira and Atsumu were rambling on about. He had so much going for him; he wasn’t going to spend everyday playing volleyball with your son…he would leave and hopefully have his own family. He had easily befriended your son, easily came into your life but he could leave just as easily as well.
Akira was the first to run into the house, running to go have a shower as you went to go lie some clothes down for him. You saw Atsumu give you a smile as he locked his car walking up into his own driveway, he hated spending time in the house. Hated how lonely he felt whilst the people who he had felt drawn too were next door. “We’re having chutoro sushi tonight, “ you called out as he smiled at you nodding.
He hadn’t even said anything, but you still managed to call out his favourite food, it was as if he had a place in your home. He walked into the house, grabbing his stuff for practice before leaving back into the spring weather. He could hear your son shouting at some tv show he was watching as you told him to quieten down through the open window. An unknown familiarity that encased your warm house always seemed to be welcoming the blond in.
As soon as school had started once again for your son it had become harder for Atsumu to teach him with the new year having approached. The three of you sat at the dinner table as you smiled at how your son spoke of the volleyball team he had joined at his school, “there’s this really tall guy Tsum Tsum, he’s so tall.”
“I’m glad yer makin’ friends Kira,” Atsumu smiled as your son continued to ramble about how they had started teaching receiving and he had been told he was the best in his class.
You chuckled as Atsumu couldn’t help but feel praised that he was able to hear your son talk, but even more than he had influenced your son to join the team. “It’s so fun, they said that if we wanted too we could bring our parents to come and watch on Friday…can you come too?”
Atsumu smiled at your son as he ruffled his hair, “course I’ll come, gotta show them how ta really play.” Your son chuckled as they helped to start taking the dishes into the kitchen for you to wash.
Putting the plates on the side, Akira used the stool to sit beside the rack as he grabbed the towel to dry it all for Atsumu to put away. It had been a system you had become accustomed to and it brought a familiar warmth that even after these weeks, Atsumu had remained by you and your son's side.
“Mummy why can't you come with us on Saturday?” Akira asked you as you had suds of soap across his arms.
“I have to work Kira, you have to be good for Atsumu though, promise?”
Akira puts his pinky out as you put your own, he laughs as suds of soap go onto his own finger as well. You continued to wash the dishes as Atsumu had thought about the exchange, he had offered to take your son out for the day seeing as you had been needed for a meeting with a client. He could never resist spending the day with your son and hopefully helping you out, the two of you had spent many late nights together. Often relaxing by the tv whilst your son slept, always finding you passed out on his chest within half an hour.
You never spoke of the night events, only smiling at him whenever you saw him the next day. It was a routine that you refused to give answers too. Just as Akira wiped the last dish to pass to Atsumu, you all heard the doorbell as you gave a weary look of who it was. “I’ll get it,” Atsumu said as Akira followed behind him, he held onto the end of Atsumu’s shirt as you put the leftovers into the fridge.
“Mummy look…” your son had grabbed onto your hand as he dragged you to the front door. Your eyes widened as you saw an unexpected visitor.
Atsumu and your ex remained staring at one another as you finally spoke up, “what are you doing here?”
“Whose this?” He avoided your question as Atsumu remained at the door, he was almost looking down at your ex and preventing him from entering your home. Akira stood behind Atsumu’s leg as he didn’t look up to see his father.
“My neighbour, now what are you doing here?” You muttered crossing your arms as you stood your ground to the man in front of you.
Your ex put his phone up where you saw the email he had gotten from the school about changing to volleyball, “you let him change without even telling me.”
“You came all the way here because of a stupid email…not to see your bloody son,” Atsumu had felt fear run through him, your calm and collected words were filled with such fury as even Akira tensed.
Your ex barged past Atsumu as he moved towards you instead, “we said we’d consult one another before doing these changes.”
You looked at Atsumu and Akira as you knew a shouting match was going to occur and didn’t want either to hear it, “Atsumu take Akira into your garden.”
“Are you…” Atsumu stopped as he saw you nod, going with your son as your son gave a look of distress himself over the situation.
You both watched them leave before you spoke, “if Akira didn’t want to play anymore, he didn’t want to play.”
“Is it him?” Your ex pointed at Atsumu who he recognised as a volleyball player, “you fucking that stupid boy and he instantly gets to dictate what my son does.”
You chuckle at the pronoun used, “your son, you must be fucking joking if you think Akira thinks of you as a father. Atsumu had been more of a father in the past month than you have in 6 fucking years…you cheated on me…you left me for three years with a child and not that you came back you think you can control his life.”
Your ex paused as he heard the words he never wanted to acknowledge, “you’ve made my son believe me to be the threat when you’re the one he should be worried about. You’ve always been stupid its why I married you in the first place to get a son from you. You’re worthless Y/n, utterly worthless I wouldn’t be surprised if that boy toy of yours leaves you just as I did.”
“Get out!”
“No, because if you’re going to shout at me so am I. He’s young you stupid bitch, you don’t think what you have here is permanent. It's not, he’ll leave you for someone younger, who would want some old woman with a child. Nobody, I’m glad I fucking cheated on you.”
Your jaw clenched as your eyes became glossed, you weren’t emotional. You had become strong since the day you had seen your ex fucking some girl in your bed. You were about to speak when a familiar figure met you at the door instead, “ya need to leave.”
“Oh so your toy does speak Y/n, you’d be better of getting your dick wet somewhere else than here.” Atsumu’s jaw clenched as his knuckles became white from the comment.
“Leave…before I break yer face,” his voice was calm as your ex left without a goodbye to your son. Akira had run back into the house, with what looked like Atsumu’s twin in tow, in an instant Akira hugged you.
Hugging him back as Atsumu and Osamu gave a small smile to one another, “hey Akira, why don’t we get ya ready for bed?” Osamu spoke softly as he knew both you and Atsumu would need to talk.
Akira nodded as he squished your face before showing Osamu to his room, “are ya okay?” Atsumu whispered as he didn’t know what else to say.
He felt your arms wrap around his body as you sobbed into his chest. Putting his chin on top of your head he held you as he just wanted to bring you comfort. “Am I…am I someone who deserves to be cheated on…do I des…”
Atsumu stopped you as he held your face in his hands, “Y/n what the fuck? Ya don’t deserve any of this, yer stupid fuckin’ cunt of an ex deserves to rot in hell…” he didn’t know if he should eve mutter his next words. But against his judgement he did, “I would never cheat on ya…yer smart and have yer life together, hell ya ‘ave it all and yer so god damn gorgeous that anybody who does cheat on ya never deserved ya in the first place.”
You held onto him tighter after hearing his words a mix of emotions washed over you. Before you could even go over them, Osamu and your son both came downstairs. “Goodnight mummy, Osamu said Tsum Tsum will protect us from him, so don’t worry.”
You smiled at him as you ruffled his hair and gave a soft kiss on the cheek. He smiled as Osamu offered to get him to bed, which you happily obliged him too. Atsumu followed as they both came back down the stairs within a couple of minutes. “Passed out as soon as he hit the bed,” you nodded at Atsumu as Osamu had already left with a goodbye.
“What Samu said is right?” you watched him sit beside you as you didn’t question what he was on about, instead focusing on the night sky. “I’ll protect you both, I don’t care if he hurts me.”
“Why?” You softly whispered, hand grabbing onto his arm as he turned to meet your gaze.
Atsumu couldn’t help but put his hand on your cheek, watching how you tried to turn away from his gaze. “I told you…” he moved closer as his other hand went to your thigh. “You and Akira…deserve the world.”
He looks down at your lips as you nod softly, feeling him close the gap as your own hands moved into his locks of hair. His tongue swept across your lip as it divulged past your own, he grabbed onto your hips pushing you onto his waist as he held you close. You both hadn’t spoken a word through the exchange, instead moaning softly as you rolled your hips against his joggers.
He moaned loudly as his hands moved to the bottom of your shirt, just as you parted he slipped the shirt off. Holding onto your face with his own hand, tongue brushing against your lips as he couldn’t help but look down at your body, “so beautiful…”
His mouth moved to your neck as he discarded the shirt to the ground, your own hands moved under his shirt as you moaned his name softly, “Atsumu,” your breathing was heavy as he left littered marks against your skin.
“I’ve wanted ya…” he kisses your lips softly, “for so long.”
You pull his shirt over his head as your hands trail the distinct lines of muscle across his chest. He was perfect in every way, your eyes flashed to his own. Filled with warmth as your arms wrapped around his neck, “I want you too.”
It was a soft whisper as he grabbed your thighs to carry you up the stairs. Soft kisses as he held you up until kicking your door open, he dropped you down onto your bed as he went to close the door to make sure your son couldn’t hear anything.
He watched you softly as he leant his head against the door, his body arching as his chest heaved. Your bottoms had slipped off as you kneeled for him, watching as he finally met your eyeline, he grinned as he slowly moved his own joggers out. Before kneeling onto the bed himself, he brought your face in his palms as he forced you to look up to him, “ya want me to fuck you?”
About to nod his hand grabbed your jaw tighter, “use yer words.”
“I want…I want you Atsumu,” you murmured up to him, he looked down at you, you looked so pretty as he kneeled on the bed. So small, valuable, pure for him, he guided your mouth to open up as he looked into your eyes.
“All of me,” he whispered as you nodded. A build of spit was heard as he felt the spit form in his mouth before letting it fall down your mouth. Your head tilted to allow for it to trickle down your throat, it was warm and mixed with your own spit as he watched you swallow it as soon as it hit the back of your throat, “ya gonna be good for me.”
“Yes…please I need…you.”
Your voice was broken as he let go of your jaw pushing your body down onto the soft white sheets. He’d never been in your room before, but even in the dark he could tell it was home, his hand moved to unclip your bra as his other worked on sliding your underwear down to the ground. Your back arched as his mouth trailed across your thighs before his tongue left a long stripe up towards your clit.
“Already wet for ma, ya want me that badly,” your moans filled the room as he felt intoxicated with the way your thighs wrapped around his neck. His warm breath grazed against your clit before his fingers moved back and forth to get a build up of slick. “Ya want me?”
“Ple…please Tsumu I…I want you,” his fingers moved to stuff themselves in your mouth as you began to suck on them. He chuckled lightly at how eager you were, his tongue gliding across your clit down to your cunt. He felt himself grow hard just from having your thighs pressed against his neck.
Your hands moved to his hair, pushing him down as you groaned through his fingers. Drool and spit dripping down the corners of your mouth as Atsumu’s tongue moved into your cunt, his tongue moving through your cunt as he felt your legs tense, he didn’t care as your moans felt like music to his ears.
“Fu…fuck…Tsumu please…more,” your voice was shaky as you spoke through his fingers, it felt more like gargles than anything else, but the sound still intoxicated him. He moved his hands away from you, holding onto your thighs instead as he spread your legs wider to gain more access for his tongue.
Drool and slick stuck to his mouth as he looked up at your body, your hand against your mouth as you tried to suppress your moans. He didn’t like you hiding it, giving your cunt a slap as you jolted with a loud moan that would most likely have been heard by someone in any other room. “Don’t hide ya moans,” he felt your hands go back into his hair as you gave a drooled smile.
Mouth divulging back into your sloppy cunt as his tongue lapped between your walls, he heard you give another moan of his name. His own pace increased as he swirled his tongue through your slick coated cunt. “I…I…need cum…” he loved how fucked you were just from his mouth, how your legs tried to clamp down on his neck, but he kept them spread for him to devour you.
“No…not yet…” he murmured as his tongue circled your clit back down to your cunt. He felt your legs twitch as he knew you were close, “wa…wait…” he whispered continuing to want to taste you for a little bit longer.
He saw you moan and push his head closer to your cunt before you felt the coil that had wrapped up in your stomach snap, white gushing out of your folds and landing right into Atsumu’s mouth. He sucked and licked at the cum as he devoured at your cum, he was hungry, hungry to have more of you.
He licked his lips as he finally met your eye, the way your chest heaved as you felt his fingers push the remaining cum back into your folds. “I want ya…” he muttered as he saw how you tried to lift yourself up with your elbows.
Your hair was dishevelled as he watched you grab his hands before bringing your arms around his neck. Kissing him softly as his eyes brought him back to reality, you were underneath him, giving yourself to him freely and all he could see was you. How pretty you looked, with those soft eyes of yours. “Have me all…” you trailed off as you kissed him once again.
He flipped you over as your back was facing him, breasts pushed against the bed as your cum leaked from your cunt. He took his boxers off, palming himself as pre cum helped to lube his cock up, he grabbed a fistful of your hair, wrapping it around his hand as he brought your body up to his body. His cock slid past your clit as he teased at your cunt, “I’ll fuck another baby into you,” you moaned loudly as his cock moved into your cunt.
Feeling your cunt clench against the sheer size of him, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, as he kept your body pressed against his own, his other hand moving to play with your nipples. Flicking between the hard tit as your neck tilted against his chest at how he moved back and forth into you.
Each time the pace getting quicker as he divulged into your harder, hitting each spot of your cunt every time. His mouth trailed kisses against your neck as he continued to fuck into you, “fuck…fuck please…f…fuck.”
“I…I want t..to give you an…another baby…I wa…want my babies…in ya…” Atsumu’s voice was breathless at each thrust into you, he wanted to see you have his babies. He wanted Akira to have a brother, he wanted to be with you. He wanted to be the father figure your son deserved, and as he kissed against your already bruised neck. His mind was going to nothing but how he wanted to be there for you and your son.
You mumbled incoherent words as you felt him hit the back of your cervix, his eyes flashing to just how beautiful you were. Your rolled back eyes, the sly moans that encased your wet mouth, the way your tits bounced as he thrusted into you, even the stretch marks against your sides and thighs from having carried a baby.
You had it all, you were perfect, “I wan…want ya not jus…just tonight…I want ya forever…”
Your eyes opened up as he kissed into your neck, hiding his face to hide the flustered look he had. You smiled at him softly, hand moving into his hair as you played with it softly, “I wan…want you…God…I want you…too.”
It was all he needed to hear as he let go of your hair, pushing you back down on your front as he watched you arch your back for him to fuck into you. His legs between your own as he pushed your head down into the mattress, “Fuck…fuck Y/n.”
Both your moans filled the room and you had forgotten about your son sleeping in the room over, your mind had fixated on the pleasure you had felt from feeling Atsumu inside of you. The way his other hand gripped your side to allow for him to go deeper into you, “cum…cu…”
Your voice was inaudible as he pressed your face down into the mattress, he knew though, watched how your legs twitched for your second orgasm. He wasn’t going to suppress you though, just wanting to cum with you. And as he felt you give out another loud moan of his name he felt your coil snap and cum gush out, it helped him to move easier in you as he spoke himself, “Y/n…fuck…” cum gushed into your cunt as you felt filled up with him.
He slid out of you watching as you groaned trying to turn over, as you did cum dripped out of your cunt. It was a sight to see you in this way, the way your legs had his fingers imprinted on them, your neck scattered with marks and your cunt filled with him.
“Let me run ya bath,” you nodded as you tried to get up but instead felt your legs shake instead.
Atsumu came back having sorted himself out and grabbing two towels, he carried you as you leant against his bare body. Placing you inside the bath he sat behind you, the water pushing against the sides as you leant your body against his own. You both began speaking quietly to one another, he let you play with his fingers as you snuggled closer into his form.
“Everything I said was true,” he spoke softly, seeing how you were already half asleep you nodded acknowledging that your own words were true. He kissed your head as he let you stay in his arms, he knew you’d had a long day as he sorted you out, changing the bed sheets before laying you on it. Even in your dazed state you held onto the man closely as his arms wrapped around you and you finally fell asleep with someone.
Friday afternoon had approached as you and Atsumu had grown accustomed to a sort of unofficial dating occurring. He would spend the night most days, making Akira smile as he saw Atsumu make him breakfast before dropping him off to school for you. It felt like a home, a family for Atsumu, even if he rarely spent time actually inside his own home, only using it to change and use the volleyball net in the back garden. You were his home; you and Akira were something more to him than an empty house.
He held your hand as you both walked into your son's school, going to where the volleyball practice was, it was a rare occurrence where parents could watch their sons play. Even more rare that a professional volleyball player would be accompanying you, you both stood on the side-lines as your son came running to you both.
“Tsum Tsum, Mum,” he smiled giddily as he jumped into Atsumu’s hands, “you came.”
“I said I would little man, now you go smash it, beat ‘hem,” your son chuckled as he got off of Atsumu and ran back to his friends.
You both watched the game occur, watching as your son spiked the ball passed the other players. Atsumu’s arm around your own as he leant back seeing how well your son had done, “Bokuto might need to ask Kira for help after this game.”
You chuckled lightly as you leant against his side, feeling him give you a soft kiss on the cheek, “I’m proud of him.”
You gave a small smile as you continued to watch the small game, more parents having arrived as you waved at the few that you knew. With work it had gotten hard to make friends with the other parents but with Atsumu it became easier to become more involved with Akira’s friends.
As the game ended, your eyes flashed at the score, your son's team having the lead to 25 as you cheered for him. The setter threw the ball up letting your son spike it right past the other blockers as he cheered with the rest of the team as the whistle blew.
You smiled at him as he ran into your arms, “you did so good Kira.”
Akira hugged you tightly before jumping onto Atsumu, “Tsum Tsum I want to be like you when I grow up.”
Atsumu felt his heart grow soft as he ruffled your son's hair, “you’ll become even better than ma.”
Akira laughed as they both talked to one another about what was occurring in the game. Even if you were only semi-aware of what was occurring, you understood the basics, nodding along whenever your son would do an action of the game.
Before the three of you could leave, your son let go of Atsumu and he went over to his teacher as you smiled at them. “This is him, he’s a professi…” your son could barely say the word as he ignored the rest, his teacher smiled as she most likely hadn’t believed your son when he spoke of knowing a professional player, “Miss…can you take a photo of the three of us, I want a family photo.”
Your eyes widened as you gave a soft smile to your son, his teacher happily obliged as she took Atsumu’s phone. Both you and Atsumu crouched to your son's height, his hand around your waist and the other on Akira’s shoulder. Akira gave a gleeful smile as you and Atsumu grinned as well, Akira had a family again, he had someone to look up to but better yet…Atsumu no longer felt alone as he looked down at his new family.
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Hi shawty *lipbite*, could you write some f!reader scenario abt boys planning a suprise for mothers day with their kids. With Tsukishima, Sakusa, Kita, Suga and Atsumu? Thanks *big smooch*
— planning a surprise with their kids for mother’s day
<*lipbites back* *wink* you’re hawt ;) thanks for requesting!!>
TSUKISHIMA’s legs were twisted uncomfortably as he sat on one of the colourful children’s chairs at his son’s small craft table.
“what are you making?” he asks, turning to face the child.
“i wanna make a card!!” his son exclaims, leaning over the table to tug a large package of construction paper from under the pile of coloured markers- successfully pushing them off the table.
tsukishima chuckles before bending over to fix the mess on the floor, “do you need my help?”
“you have to make one too!” his son frowns, shoving the pack of construction paper under his nose.
“ok, ok, we’ll make two cards, then”
for the next hour, the room is silent- save for the soft shuffling sound of markers on paper.
“do you think mommy will like it?” the small child asks, gazing at his dad with hopeful eyes.
“of course she will,” tsukishima replies quickly, giving his son a pat on the head before lowering his voice, “now we have to be quiet, so we can surprise her.”
“happy mother’s day!!!” you walk into the room to see your son holding out a big card in front of him.
a smile stretches across your face, “awww baby, thank you so much! it looks so good!”
you bend down to give the small child a hug before glancing at your husband. he looks away, cheeks tinted pink, as he hands you his own card, “looks like i have a gift for you too.”
you snort, scanning it quickly before you quirk an eyebrow at him jokingly, “i think your son’s looks much better.”
it’s the week before mother’s day and SAKUSA did not want to face the rush of people at the mall, so sitting in front of the computer screen, he holds his daughter on his lap as he browses through the catalogue of gifts.
“what should we get mommy?” he asks, tilting his head to look at his daughter.
“this one!” she exclaims as she bounces excitedly on his lap, pointing towards a pink tiara.
sakusa frowns, “that’s something you want, we need to get something that mommy wants.”
“why won’t mommy want this?”
sakusa’s eyes widen in panic at he watches his daughter’s eyes fill with tears. “we can get that for you, but you need to pick out something else for mommy,” he says quickly, patting her curls reassuringly.
she nods, beaming happily, and sakusa sighs. he was never good at saying no to his daughter.
“what about this one?” he asks, pointing towards a necklace.
“no, it’s ugly.”
his eyebrows knit and he pouts slightly at his daughter’s harsh rejection- so she inherited his bluntness.
sakusa’s eyes dart up from the computer when he hears your footsteps approaching. he turns to his daughter and explains quickly, “princess, remember- this is a surprise, so we can’t tell mommy anything.”
you knock on the door before walking into the room they were both in, “what are you two up to?”
shaking your head slightly, you chuckle as you watch the both of them look away, refusing to meet your eyes.
the surprise is safe for now (hopefully), but sakusa would have to make sure to get his daughter’s approval on a gift another day.
KITA was prepared for mother’s day- after all, he’s had the date circled on his calendar for a while.
he had gotten out of bed extra early- carefully, as not to wake you- to make sure the entire house was clean, and when the kids woke up as well, they also started preparing right away.
his daughter had volunteered to go out into the fields in the backyard to gather flowers, and his son is inside- helping him prepare breakfast.
“daddy! i found so many pretty ones!” his daughter runs into the living room, clutching a basket filled with different coloured wild flowers- eyes twinkling with pride.
kita bends down to look at the flowers, and he smiles, “they look beautiful, i’m sure mommy will like them very much.”
“dad! i need help.”
his son’s voice from the kitchen interrupts him and kita rushes over. “here, i got it,” he assures. “why don’t you help me set up the tray?”
and the small boy nods enthusiastically before running out of the kitchen.
kita has everything under control so that when you wake up, you are greeted with your son- who is carefully holding up a tray with your breakfast, and your daughter- who is clutching a large bouquet of flowers.
you rub the sleep out of your eyes and beam brightly, “this is perfect, thank you so much!”
seeing you smile, kita couldn’t be any happier.
he walks over to the bed and places a soft kiss on your forehead before nuzzling your hair affectionately, “thank you for being the best mom in the world.”
SUGAWARA had woken up early on the morning of mother’s day to bring his daughter to the flower shop to find a gift.
and right now, he can only throw the florist an apologetic look as he chases after his daughter who was running excitedly down the aisles.
“sweetheart, wait for me,” he calls out, catching up to the small girl and grasping her hands tightly with a sigh of relief.
“it’s so pretty!” the child marvels, eyes twinkling with amazement.
sugawara chuckles at his daughter’s enthusiasm before crouching down to face her, “we have to choose some flowers for mommy.”
his daughter nods her head dramatically, “for mother’s day!”
“that’s right, for mother’s day,” he smiles, returning her nod with an exaggerated one of his own. “which one do you want to get?”
the small girl swivels her head to look at the flowers surrounding her. “this one!” she exclaims, pointing at a large bouquet of bright pink flowers.
on the car ride home, his daughter sits in the back, hugging the bouquet tightly.
you had just walked out of your bedroom when you heard the front door open, followed by the sound of your daughter’s excited chatter.
“happy mother’s day!!!” your daughter screams, running towards you with a large bouquet of pink flowers.
“sweetie, this looks beautiful!! thank you so much!!” you exclaim happily as you pick up your daughter- who was still holding the flowers- peppering her face with kisses.
you feel a hand snaking over your shoulders and you turn your head to see your husband. sugawara grins before pressing his lips onto yours, murmuring a soft, “happy mother’s day.”
ATSUMU’s son had told him he wanted to surprise mommy with pancakes for mother’s day, and he is determined to make that happen.
“you look like uncle osamu!” the small boy giggles when he sees atsumu in one of your aprons.
atsumu freezes before turning to his son with an offended expression, placing his hands over his heart. “how could ya insult yer daddy like that,” he exclaims dramatically.
narrowing his eyes, he saunters towards the child and tackles him with tickles- smirking when his son begs him to stop.
“ok, now let me focus.”
“i wanna help!” his son yells, jumping up excitedly.
atsumu purses his lips, thinking of something to give the small boy to do. “ok, hold this, and move yer arm in circles,” he says, handing his son the bowl of pancake batter and a large spoon.
atsumu is sweating by the stove- trying his best to make each pancake look perfect- that he had forgotten all about his son.
turning around, atsumu’s eyes widen when he sees the pancake batter splattered all over the counter and dripping onto the floor.
he gulps, before plastering a smile on his face, “good job, buddy.”
his son smiles brightly, “can i cook pancakes now?”
atsumu gives him a sheepish smile, “let me handle that, alright?”
“we did it,” atsumu sighs proudly, collapsing on the dining room chair as he admires the plate of pancakes on the table.
the small boy jumps up and down in excitement, “let’s go get mommy!”
atsumu suddenly remembers the mess in the kitchen- the pancake batter on the floor and the collection of dirty bowls on the counter.
“u-uh, how about we surprise her with breakfast in bed instead.”
warnings: smut/18+/MINORS DNI, virginity loss, threesome, squirting, cam couple, sub!shouto, dom!sero, reader is best described as devil bimbo
a/n: this is my contribution for @onyxoverride’s hellfire collab! the theme was corruption, i hope yall enjoy, check out the rest of the fics here! this was one of the toughest fics ive written yet, shoutout to my babies @aiiwa & @smoochiesdiarie who have been with me on this journey from when this doc was just twt p*rn links. bonus love to you if you read the title in a will smith voice.
As he gazes at the apartment building in front of him, Shouto feels like he’s on an episode of Punk’d. There's nothing wrong with the upscale glass exterior and there isn’t anything strange going on in the street — but what are the odds that the cam couple he’s been tuning into religiously for weeks would be living in a complex he’s been to already?
This is what he gets for making decisions in a post orgasm daze. The cum he had spilled still laid warm on his toned stomach when he had gotten the private message alert.
mirari: thanks so much for your generosity during the stream, freezefire0111! we want to thank you for all you’ve done for us, are you interested?
Shouto is by no means an idiot, he graduated 3rd in his class at UA, for god’s sake. So what on earth even prompted him to even say yes to meet up in person?
He’s a Pro Hero, the public would have a field day if anything was leaked. He should just turn around now, before a civilian sees, or even worse —
“Shouto!” A voice calls out gleefully.
You.
You’re practically bouncing as you make your way over to him, throwing your arms around his neck to say hello. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh, I was just in the area.”
Great lie, Shouto.
“It’s kinda far from your place, Sho,”
Well, so much for that being airtight.
“But since you’re here,” you add, pulling him from his thoughts. “Do you want to come upstairs?”
This is his out, he thinks. Mirari hadn’t told him which apartment was theirs, just that they would meet him at the front entrance. And in the five minutes he’s been here, no ones been in the lobby area except for you. He’ll just go up with you for a bit, maybe even have a snack, forget this ever happened, slip away unnoticed and go back to appreciating them from behind the screen. So he agrees, and lets you lead him through the revolving doors.
You make small talk as you ride up the elevator, swapping stories about patrol incidents and the horrors of paperwork. When you swing open the penthouse door, he is greeted by the view of the sun setting on the Musutafu skyline. The floor to ceiling windows allow the dimming light to cast all over the modern decor, bathing the sleek furniture in an orange glow.
“You know, I’m glad I ran into you, Sho,” you say, “I’ve been meaning to ask for your opinion on something.”
“Oh? Why me?”
“Because you’re one of Hanta’s closest friends, why wouldn’t I?” you reply, pulling a sleek pink shopping bag from the coat closet. “I got him this for his birthday, but now I’m not too sure about it. Do you think he’d like it?”
Shouto doesn’t even know how to even begin to describe what you had just produced out of the tissue paper. It didn’t make sense, a series of black straps dangling from the hanger. Your mouth is moving but all he hears is static, paralyzed by how inappropriate his thoughts of you are right now.
“Oh, silly me,” you say, gauging his bewildered expression, “You wouldn’t understand the problem if I just explained it! Let me try it on for you.”
What now?
Before he can stammer out a “that won’t be necessary,” you’ve waltzed into the bedroom to change, leaving him alone in his moral conundrum.
This is wrong. You’re with Sero, you have been for the last four years, and you seemed so happy — why would you be bothered with this half assed attempt to seduce him? He starts to head towards the front door, figuring that he can’t give you an answer if he isn’t here, but to his chagrin, it swings open, his escape route blocked by the wide grin of his good friend.
“Shouto!” Sero greets, pulling the flustered man into a hug. “Didn’t know you were coming over, man, you should have said something.”
“Actually, I was just —”
“See, Sho?” Your voice drifts from the bedroom, cutting him off as his eyes widen in horror. “I just don’t think the belt’s sitting where it’s supposed to.”
Red bottom heels click across the floor as you stride over to them, of course you would go all out for your little fashion show, breasts bouncing out of your bra with each step. You turn around to try to show him the “problem” — the floral lace garter currently cinching your waist — except all Shouto is seeing is how your burnt orange nails are running over the leather straps stretching over your plump ass to connect the garter to sheer black thigh high stockings.
What was wrong with what you were wearing again?
His jaw falls open, but no words come out. Probably for the best, because there’s no way he’d be able to explain himself out of anything with your boyfriend standing right next to him. He’s torn between looking at you and avoiding Sero’s gaze, so he settles for the floor, his cheeks turning the same shade as the left side of his hair as you finish off your little twirl.
“Hanta!” you exclaim.
Good, you should do all the talking.
But why isn’t there any shock in your voice? Or guilt?
And why is Sero still quiet?
His dual colored gaze shifts from the hardwood beneath him to find you kissing him hello, the both of you smiling at each other as though there wasn’t a third party in the living room.
Sero’s letting out a low whistle as he spins you around once more. “You look fantastic, babe,” he says, kissing your temple.
“Mmm thank you, baby. The guest of honor hasn’t said anything though,” you pout, and the both of you shift your gaze to Shouto expectantly.
He’s staring back at the two of you mouth agape, certain that the gears churning in his head are audible to you two as he attempts to process the situation.
“Oh, Sho baby,” you giggle softly, cheek pressed against Sero’s chest, “I thought you would have figured it out by now.”
Your eyes glow a soft gold as you activate your quirk, the air around the apartment rippling to transform the space. The terracotta walls turn a deep gray, the kitchen following suit — the wooden cabinetry morphing into sleek steel complimented by dark marble counters. The furniture has changed too — the sofa replaced with a long white chaise that’s back is oriented towards the window.
But there’s a familiarity in all this change, Shouto’s seen this all before. He’s seen silken legs spread open on that very countertop and breasts pressed against that specific shade of gray. That chaise, that was the star of last week’s show, where large hands gripped firm ass cheeks apart for all their viewers to see.
And then he sees it — the true star of the mirage — you two, morphed into the couple he’s been putting a dent in his bank account to connect with.
Sero’s bulky elbows have been replaced, each arm now adorned with a winding snake that runs from his shoulders to his wrists. You’ve got a couple tattoos of your own, a patchwork collection of butterflies along your right thigh.
“Y-y-you?” Shouto stammers out.
“Surprise!” you sing, throwing the hand not looped around Sero in the air. You turned off your quirk and the air ripples once more to drop the illusion — the motion and the weight of the truth making Shouto feel like the room is starting to spin.
“How? Why?”
“I just showed you the how,” you say, “The Hero Commission has asked me to keep the fact that my quirk also has effects on recordings under wraps. As for the why, because it’s fun! There’s something thrilling about the fact that Japan’s favorite Hero couple has been giving the public the details they’ve been dying to know right under their noses.”
“Did you know it was me?”
“Welllllll,” Sero begins, “She did, I just thought we had an avid fan of yours on the stream.”
“I told you, Han, the donation tags sounded so much like him! Which means that I won the bet!”
“Bet?” Shouto manages to croak. He feels cornered, praying that the earth opens up and swallows him before he has to face the consequences of his perversions.
“Mmhmm! To see which one of us gets to have fun with you first. That’s what you wanted from this, right, Sho? A threesome?” Your eyes sparkle as you await his response, he just looks so delectable when he’s all flustered like this.
“I-I-”
“We don’t bite,” Sero assures, the easy grin he’s always sporting back on his face. “You get to call all the shots, back out anytime you want to. I’m assuming it’s your first time seriously considering a threesome, yeah?”
In all his years facing villains, Shouto never would have thought it would take a proposition to knock the wind out of him. His knees give out and he falls on the couch behind him, burying his face in his hands as he tries to figure out what to do.
“Whoa, man, you okay?” Sero takes a step forward to try to comfort him. “This is a lot, I know, I was saying we should have been a bit more gradual about how we did this but (Y/N) wanted to surprise you. But like I said, you can back out anytime. We don’t even have to do this at all.”
“Han, wait,” you say, stopping your boyfriend in his tracks. “I think I know what’s holding Shouto back.”
You saunter over to the poor man on the couch, leaning over to meet his eyes till your cleavage is spilling out in front of his face.
“Are you a virgin, Sho?” The syrupy sweetness in your voice makes the question sound innocent, but the devilish glint in your eyes is anything but.
You reach out to stroke his face gently, but Sero intervenes, grabbing your wrist firmly. “Don’t be mean, baby.”
“It’s a serious question!” you protest. “Look at how nervous he is, it’s fair to ask.” You turn your gaze back to Shouto, hand coming under to cup his chin. “I bet he hasn’t seen a set of tits in the flesh.”
Now that wasn’t true, Shouto has in fact seen tits.
Only because he was flashed by a deranged fan.
So what if he was a virgin?
It’s not a matter of looks or charm. The stoic man is in now, and Shouto’s currently standing at 6’2 with his two toned hair tucked into a bun since it’s starting to brush against his shoulders. He’s only grown more chiseled and broader since his years at UA, so the issue wasn’t finding someone to be with, the issue was time.
He hasn’t had a moment to rest on his way to rise to the top of the hero charts, let alone time to date. And rather than indulge his old man with the prospects he lined up, fisting himself to sleep would work just fine.
And it’s not like he never wanted a relationship, he was just waiting to find the right one. Perhaps that was the comfort he sought out when he tuned into your streams on Wednesday nights, because you two weren’t performing for an audience, you were inviting people to see the deep connection you had with each other. It wasn’t just the sexual chemistry, but the gentle whispers of how well you did and soothing rubs against reddened skin that showcased how much you cared for each other. Shouto had always thought he had seen that kind of love somewhere before, he yearned for it, yearned to be a part of it.
Maybe subconsciously he knew that Mirari was closer to him than he thought.
“Well?” You repeat expectantly, pulling Shouto from his thoughts. “Are you?”
“Yes,” he admits quietly.
“Sho,” you purr, “There’s no shame in that!” You rub soft circles with your thumbs across his cheeks to soothe the meek look in his eyes. “Do you want us to take care of you, baby?”
“Yes.” His voice is barely a whisper now. His hands hover by your thighs, unsure of his next move, eventually deciding to just settle for clenching them into fists that rest by his side.
“We aren’t going to get anywhere if you’re afraid to touch me, Sho,” you laugh gently, “What are you so scared of baby, why don’t you tell me?”
“I want to do it right. Don’t want to mess up.”
“You aren’t going to mess up,” Sero laughs, “We’re here to walk you through it, okay?”
Shouto looks up and nods. You’ve gotten off of his lap, one hand laced with Sero’s and another one extending for his, which he accepts to allow you to lead him numbly to the bedroom.
“I want you to watch first,” Sero says, rounding behind you to look at Shouto. He sits at the end of the bed, gently kissing down your side till he grabs the waistband of your panties with his teeth, pulling them and letting go so they snap against your waist.
“Be good for me and take these off, love,” he murmurs against the marred skin, “Make sure you give our guest a show.”
And so you oblige, unbuckling the garter and allowing it to pool to the floor, then slowly stripping off your panties, throwing them at Shouto with a smile when they had made it off your legs. Shouto’s clutching on to the garment like a lifeline when Sero’s hands come to wrap around your middle, pulling you into his lap. Then his mouth is latching on your neck, sucking bruises on supple skin as he unhooks your bra.
“It’s all about the buildup,” Sero instructs, rolling his fingers over your nipples as you moan against his shoulder. “If she’s making pretty noises like this one is right here, you’re touching her right. You gotta listen to your woman to keep her happy.”
Shouto nods dumbly as he watches you arch into Sero’s touch, whining for more. Sero is biting the shell of your ear as he spreads your plush thighs apart to show off your glistening pussy.
Sero reaches down to run his fingers through your folds, separating them so that Shouto could see the strands of slick that had gathered between them. “Someone’s excited we’re doing a live show aren’t we?” Sero chuckles, hand reaching down once more to circle at your clit. You start to squirm when he begins to apply more pressure to his touch, bucking your hips to meet his palm when he finally slides a finger into your needy hole. His free hand returns to your right breast, rolling your nipple under his thumb as he crooks his fingers to start striking against that spongy spot.
“Watch closely, Shouto, because when you do this just right, she makes a mess.”
He’s got you squirting with one more stroke of his fingers, some of it even splashing on your voyeur.
“Look at how nice and wet I got you,” your boyfriend coos as you come down from your high, “I think you’re ready for Shouto now, yeah?”
“Mmmmhmmm,” you slur, glancing at the man standing at the foot of the bed with that devilish glint back in your eyes.
Sero moves back, allowing you to slump down on the bed as he gets up. “Gonna go get a towel to clean this up, behave while I’m gone.”
When he’s padded over to the bathroom, you raise a well manicured finger in the air to make a come hither motion.
“Shoooo,” you beckon, lifting yourself up as he gets closer. “I’m sorry I ruined your shirt.” You toy with the hem of the soiled fabric, helping him pull it off over his head. He shudders when the almond shaped nails rake over his exposed abs, your hand settling to palming over the erection straining in his jeans.
You look back up at him, batting your eyelashes as if to say pretty please, and when he gives you okay, you’re tugging his pants down, freeing his aching cock from it’s confines.
“You’re so pretty, Sho,” you reach for his length, maneuvering it so it sits right between your puffy folds. “Can’t believe all those fans of yours dream of a moment like this and you’re having it with me first. Do you think you’re ready?” You lay back again, tilting your hips to run his cock through the slick gathered beneath them.
Shouto leans forward, arms caging your head. “Yeah,” he breathes, “I wanna fuck, I’m ready.” He tries to line himself up to enter you, but the hand you have pressed against his length holds him back, and he’s sliding through your slippery folds once more.
And he tries, again and again, hips stuttering every time he feels your entrance throb beneath his cock. You’re so wet, so warm, it’s excruciating being this close to what he needs so he begs, crying against your shoulder to let him put it in.
When your hold on him leaves, Shouto looks up to find Sero holding your wrist in his grasp. “What did I say about behaving?” He demands, looking down at you.
“Sorry, Han, he’s just so pretty when he’s needy, couldn’t help it.”
The mattress dips as Sero kneels behind you, pulling you up so you rest against his chest. His hands find your thighs again, gripping them as he pulls them apart. “Sorry about the brat over here, I’ll hold her open.”
Shouto finds himself lining up at your dripping hole once more, sighing when his tip finally pushes in. You’re so inviting, practically sucking him in at this point, and he lets out a whimper when your hips are flush against his balls.
“She feels good, doesn’t she?” Sero says, “My baby has the best pussy.”
“She does,” Shouto pants, “She really does.” Shouto pulls back out and slams his hips into yours. He’s sloppy, as is the consequence of pent up desperation, but he’s leaving you feeling so full. He’s thicker than Sero is, your gummy walls stretched to accommodate his girth. He’s groaning in your ear, thanking you over and over as his cock kisses the head of your cervix just right, your toes curling over Sero’s legs.
“Slow down, Shouto. Edge her a little bit for being bratty earlier.”
Shouto obliges, the wet slaps of his balls against your ass now ringing more spaced out than before, causing you to mewl in disagreement in Sero’s arms.
“Oh?” Sero grips your jaw to force you to look at him. “You think you deserve to get fucked right after the stunts you’ve pulled?” He tilts you back to look at the blushing man between your legs. “Apologize to him.”
“Sorry Sho!” you sniffle, “Please, please, Han, tell him to fuck me harder, please!”
Shouto picks up the pace again, hands lacing with Sero’s over your thighs as he fucks into you. You’re starting to clamp down on him, he isn’t going to last much longer, it’s a wonder he’s lasted this far.
“Can I — inside — can —”
He’s so pussy drunk he can’t even get the words out.
“Yeah, yeah.”
You sound equally as delirious.
“Go ahead, Shouto,” Sero allows, “You’ve earned it.” Sero’s hand sneaks between where your bodies meet, rubbing at your neglected clit till you’re cumming with a scream. Shouto follows soon after, pumping you full with a final stutter of his hips. Sero shifts back to allow the both of you to collapse on the bed. Your hands tangle in Shouto’s hair as he pulls out, his creamy cock resting above your abused pussy.
“Did I do well, was I good?” he whispers against your skin.
“You were so good, Sho,” you press a kiss against his forehead, playing absentmindedly with his hair as he catches his breath.
A tap against your cheek cuts the moment short, and you look up to see Sero shining his phone down at the two of you, dick pointed at your lips.
“She’s right, Sho. I think we should show the world how good you did next.”
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