⊹ ࣪ ˖ touch starved!atsumu, who clings to you as soon as you arrive home and doesn’t let you even drop your purse. big body caging you between his arms.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ touch starved!atsumu being such a drama queen about it — “did you know how much i missed you?” or “you should go to jail, i almost die without your love” — as he drags you towards the couch to bury his face in your breast.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ touch starved!atsumu, who watches you change to more comfortable clothes, staring at you and at your every move with a slight frown. when you ask him what’s wrong, he only replies that your hands shouldn’t be busy with something that is not him.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ touch starved!atsumu, who clings to you as if he was a koala while you unpack your bag, coaxing you to crack a smile and hug him back.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ touch starved!atsumu, who stiffens when your hand casually grazes his biceps and stares at you for a few seconds before abandoning what he was doing and looking at you with bambi eyes, yearning for your touch.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ touch starved!atsumu, who has you trapped between the counter as he cooks dinner for you both just because he needs to feel you close.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ touch starved!atsumu, who gets jealous the instant you pay more attention to your shared cat than to him. he glares at the cat — being pet by you — arms crossed, lips pouting and a frown above his eyes.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ touch starved!atsumu, who smacks your ass and groans at the feeling after a whole week without seeing you and excuses himself saying that it’s because your ass hurt his hand.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ touch starved!atsumu, who fucks you slow because he missed your sweet pussy so much and takes his time to memorise your walls again. :3
quick hc because i missed writing for my baby so much <3 masterlist.
Can be read as a standalone or as a part two to Fools - for @teabeexo
Everything’s fine. You’re fine.
The train is perfectly on time. So far. You’ll have enough time to catch the bus. If everything goes like planned.
You take a deep breath and pull out your phone, checking the time. And the state of your battery. Then the power bank. It still sits where you packed it, next to a package of your favorite protein bars. Maybe you should put them separately. The bars are packaged well, but they could break and crumbs could damage your power bank or stain the spare shirt you packed.
You take another breath. It doesn’t feel like the oxygen is going where it’s supposed to go but you continue taking one breath after the other. Smell the flower, blow out the candle, like you’ve practiced before.
Your phone rings and you scramble to pick up the call, too aware of all the people around you.
“Yes?” You gasp.
Atsumu laughs. “Did I catch you at a bad time?”
“No, no bad time at all,” you swallow. “I’ve still got twenty-eight minutes before I’ll reach the train station and there should be a bus every twenty minutes to the stadium.”
“See?” There’s noise on Atsumu’s end of the line, and you can hear him talk to someone. “Can that wait? I’m talking to my girl. I know, it’s so sad, get your own.”
“Who was that?”
“Suna,” he quips. “How are you doing?”
“I’m fine. Like I said, I’ve still got plenty of time and the train is still on time.”
“Yeah, but how are you doing?”
He doesn’t put emphasis on anything in particular, but you can still hear it, the understanding coating his words your favorite shade. You take a breath and this time, it reaches right to the tips of your toes.
“I’m nervous.”
“Mhm, thought so. I got permission from Coach to keep my phone on me until we have to go in. So I’m basically by your side until you get here.”
“What if-”
“I’ll hand my phone to Samu and he’ll take over. Though I think you’ll be here before that. You left pretty early.”
“Next time I’ll come with you right away.”
“Yeah, no,” he laughs. “You’re not going to give up your days off just to wait for my training to end. Besides, you’re doing so good. Next time you’ll know that you can rock this and it will be fine.”
“I doubt it.”
“That’s what you have me for. By the way… what are you wearing?”
“Clothes.”
“Yeah? Ow!” He curses and his voice is gone for a second before he’s back. “Can you please tell my friends to stop hitting me?”
You laugh, surprised how easy it comes. “I would, but I don’t think they would listen to me.”
“I wasn’t even saying anything stupid,” Atsumu grumbles. “I was just wondering if you’re wearing my jersey.”
“Sure you were,” you tease. “And of course I’m wearing your jersey.”
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Rough hands play with yours. You watch, mesmerized by the gentle way Atsumu handles you.
“Are you bored?” You whisper, trying not to disturb the others, though you don’t think they can hear you over the volume of the TV.
“No,” Atsumu whispers back. “Well, maybe a little.”
“Is that why you’re playing with my hands?”
“Ah,” he smiles. “No. And yes.”
You lean into him, rest your head on his shoulder. His warm, always, and smells like a home you’d never known before. “Tell me more.”
“You were tugging at your cuticles,” he mumbles into your ear. “I don’t like it when your fingers bleed.”
“You should paint them, then,” you offer, a little choked up. He’s still able to surprise you, even after all this time. “Maybe that would stop me.”
“Nah,” he chuckles. “I’d be awful at that. But I like playing with them instead. They’re so soft.”
All I can tell you all is that it's long and dirty... hope you have a wonderful smutty Friday.
Warning: Full of smutty smut... A little different from most A/B/O au
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Atsumu returned home early from a four-week-long training camp.
He first noticed the unfamiliar pheromone in his shared apartment with Y/n.
Immediately his ears perked, and he could hear moaning and whimpering coming from down the hall.
Sighing, Atsumu contemplated going to Osamu’s place for the night. Now that he recalled, Y/n did remind him that she was going through her rut cycle soon. Normally, they respected each other’s boundaries and spent their ruts at the specialty hotel that was designated for ruts & heats. She had asked if he would be okay if she brought her partner to spend the night at their apartment since he would be out during that time, and he was okay with it.
Before Atsumu could put his shoes back on, he heard a door swing open.
“This is fucken pathetic, screw you!”
Atsumu froze and before he could hide, a half-naked omega stalked past him before stopping to glare at him. “Your roommate is a pathetic alpha!” She shouted before slamming the door after her.
Blinking, Atsumu was shocked at what had just happened.
“She’s just mad I lost my vibe. I didn’t know you were coming home early.”
Turning his head, Atsumu sees Y/n standing only in her robe, leaning against the wall. He could see red blotches along her neck.
He took a step closer to Y/n. “You okay?”
She shrugged and smiled, “don’t worry about it.” She walked over and dropped herself on the couch.
How could he not worry? Atsumu inhaled softly before sitting beside her. He noticed the oddness he had been feeling the last couple of days and couldn’t pinpoint what it was.
He glanced over at Y/n who had her arms crossed over her chest with her eyes closed, almost like she was sleeping.
Y/n was one of the few female hybrids, a special case of an alpha and omega. Hybrids were able to choose between either gender and could breed and be bred.
The setback for most hybrids was that they have a smaller physique than an average omega and due to that, oftentimes time they were looked down on as alpha hybrids. Like both genders, hybrids go through both rut and heat phases and sometimes both could happen at the same time. Hybrids were able to release alpha and omega pheromones yet unable to detect them like betas. They often have to carry with them a pheromone neutralizer to prevent unwanted attention.
Eventually, most hybrids will adopt the more dominant gender. The high percentage of hybrids become omegas due to the challenges of being an alpha.
But Y/n had no problem attracting both alphas and omegas.
Atsumu himself was physically and sexually attracted to her until he discovered that her preference was omegas.
He would take it to his grave that he had imagined how it would be to have Y/n below him, how she would take him…
But they were friends, roommates for three years.
However, things changed two weeks ago when the two of them were casually having a beer in their living room after a long work day.
“Hey,” Atsumu started, staring at Y/n sip on her fourth beer. She was one of the few ladies he knew who enjoyed a good beer and a lot of it. “Wanna play Truth or Dare?”
He could see she was thinking about it before she smirked and answered, “sure.”
Being the gentleman he is, he allowed her to go first.
“Truth or dare, ‘Tsumu?”
He felt a sense of nervousness for some reason and decided to play it safe and chose truth.
“Why are you so uptight?”
Atsumu frowned before letting out a laugh, that was her question? “Honestly, I haven’t had sex in three months. That’s the longest I’ve ever gone without sex since losing my virginity.”
Y/n’s face distorted humorously and she tried hard not to laugh, “okay, your turn.”
“Truth or dare, Y/n?”
“Truth,” she answered.
Atsumu smirked, wondering if she was playing it safe. “Which one do you like more, being top or bottom?” This was one question he had been dying to know the answer to.
Y/n consistently projected an aura of composure and ease, effortlessly connecting with everyone she encountered. It came as no shock that alphas and omegas alike gravitated toward her; there was an undeniable allure about her that drew them in.
She wasn’t surprised at his question at all. “My answer would be top because I’ve never been a bottom before.”
His eyes bulged out in disbelief. “I don’t believe you, you have never…” Atsumu’s voice trailed off as he tried to connect the dots in his head. “But you’re a… hybrid…” his tone was filled with nothing but confusion. “Don’t you get heats?”
Y/n shook her head, gulping her beer. “No, I have never gotten through a heat before. I know, it’s odd. My doctor doesn’t know why either and just continues to tell me to monitor myself.” She shrugs her shoulders, “so, I only know how to top.” She narrows her eyes at him playfully, asking him that nearly makes him choke on his saliva. “Why? You want to do you want to show me how it feels to be a bottom?”
The fun and playful mood Atsumu was in suddenly turned him sober and serious. Was she joking? He swallowed, trying hard not to make it obvious that his cock had gotten excited and was semi-hard.
Their game of Truth or Dare came to an abrupt end before neither had a second round as the fire alarms in their apartment complex went off.
Neither spoke again about that subject and went on with their lives.
Or at least Atsumu tried to.
For days, he couldn’t get the subject out of his head, wondering and questioning how she had managed to go this long without having a heat, let alone that she had never been a bottom before! It had also bothered Atsumu about her question she asked him if he would like to show her, was she serious about it? It made Atsumu excited every time he thought about it.
Atsumu has been wanting to bring the conversation up again and suddenly had the urge to do so.
His mouth opened to speak when something hit his sense of smell, a delicate aroma. Blood began rushing down south and his mouth watered, his mind clouded with nothing but wanting to have a taste of this deliciousness that was taking over his senses.
Realization hit him as this was typically how he becomes when he is being affected by an omega’s heat pheromone.
His eyes narrowed as he looked at Y/n.
“Atsumu.”
He flinched at the way she called his name, not in a threatening way, but in a way that made him want to be nothing but possessive of her. His throat tightened as her pheromone poured more onto him.
“I… think I’m going through my first heat,” Y/n murmurs softly, opening her eyes to peer into his. They were a different color and most definitely very dilated.
He noticed her crossed arms tightening around her petite body. Realization hit him, the faint lingering smell he had detected was Y/n’s omega pheromone, something completely different from her alpha pheromone he was used to. It was no wonder he was not threatened by it because it still had a bit of her scent in it, keeping him calm.
“What?” he growled, trying to maintain his composure and sanity, he wanted to pounce on her. Atsumu stood up and distanced himself from her. “But you said you –“
“I never had one before so I don’t know what to expect but I’m confident… enough that what I’m experiencing right now is my heat.” Y/n hunched over, her shoulders trembling.
The silence in the room was unbearable and she broke it by quietly asking, “would you – be comfortable to help me?” She bit her lower lip before asking, “I’ve – I’ve never been a bottom… show me. Show me what it's like to be a bottom, Atsumu.”
Atsumu’s eyes bulged out, “sh – show you?” He inhaled sharply as he closed his eyes to absorb her request. He paced back and forth in their living room before clarifying, “say that one more time? What are you asking me to do?” He needed a second confirmation.
“Atsumu,” Y/n called his name, it flowed like soft butter from the tip of her tongue. “I’m in heat right now and I want you to show me what it feels like to be a bottom…” she paused, “if that makes you feel uncomfortable I can go ask –“ She was suddenly tugged onto her feet and pressed against his chest. She felt his hardness press against her abdomen and her eyes widened, breath hitching.
“All you need is me,” Atsumu’s eyes suddenly become dark as he stares at her lips. “I will show you how to be a bottom, Y/n.”
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“You’re breaking my heart here, Y/n,” Atsumu growled softly against her nipple. Three of his long and thick fingers have been thrust back and forth inside her pussy. “Am I doing a shit job that I can’t even make you moan for me?”
Y/n shook her head, her knuckles had turned white from gripping his comforters tightly. She let out a heavy breath, “no – no… it feels…”
“Feels?...”
“Fucken amazing…” she finished, opening her eyes. “I’ve… never felt this bliss before…” her back arched when Atsumu’s fingers curled and fastened.
“Nope,” Atsumu chuckled when she tried to close her legs. “Keep these beautiful legs open, wide open for me.” He shifts his large, toned body to fit in between her legs. He withdrew his fingers to stroke his cock.
Atsumu still couldn’t believe that Y/n has never had a heat before, let alone taken a cock before.
“’Tsumu,” Y/n whimpered, her fingers grazing over her wet pussy, her pussy ached to be stuffed, filled in ways she never imagined before.
Since finding out she is a hybrid at the age of 16, her gender has always been alpha-dominant. She has never experienced a heat since discovering her hybrid gender even though she was capable of adapting to both genders.
Unlike most, Y/n had no problem attracting either gender but she had preferred to be a top giver than a bottom receiver.
It wasn’t until recently, until the game of Truth or Dare with Atsumu that it had piqued her interest. She suddenly was curious about being a bottom but she did not know who she trusted enough to share that moment with. Unconsciously, she began manifesting it.
On numerous occasions, she caught herself staring at Atsumu, and it was then that she began seeing him in a different light. She considered the idea of asking him but was frequently reminded that it would alter their relationship forever.
Her request tonight was her heat speaking. During the few weeks of Atsumu being away, Y/n’s body began experiencing a change she had never felt before. Unlike the times she was going through a rut, her body was burning and throbbing at her pussy.
Y/n has never touched herself in such a way, never having to need to until now. For two nights in a row, she tossed and turned in bed until the temporary relief was her fingers dipping in between her legs and stuffing her pussy in ways she’s done to other omegas.
“Atsumu…” his name slipped from her lips unconsciously. Her eyes widened and embarrassment shamed her for calling out her friend’s name while imagining him, imagining it was his fingers stuffing her pussy.
And now three of his finger pump quickly in and out of her pussy, the mere thought of knowing it’s his fingers that is building up the pleasure is all Atsumu’s doing.
The following day, she snuck into his room and inhaled the scent in his room, filling her desire and yearning.
“Yes,” Y/n moaned, eyes rolling shut, “yes, Atsumu…”
Atsumu shifted onto his knees. “I can’t believe you’ve never taken a cock before. I find that hard to believe,” Atsumu rubbed the tip of his cock against her clit.
Y/n herself can’t believe she hasn’t either. It may be partly because she never had a heat to begin with. Y/n sat up and reached for his cock, her eyes bewitched at the size of his cock. “It’s so… big.”
She wasn’t big and she was aware of it. The first time she spent her rut with an omega, she thought it was a disaster, not knowing what to expect but the omega had expressed how good her cock felt.
An omega once told her with a wink, “it’s now how big, it’s how you use it.”
“I won’t deny that I’ve never wondered how you would look beneath me, Y/n.” Atsumu admitted, “surely you must know you’re fucken desirable, right?” He pushed the tip of his thick cock in her, groaning when her walls tightly refuse to let him in until he compel, shoving just the tip through. “Relax for me, Y/n…” he slowly pushed back and forth, pushing more of his thick long cock into her until she has lubricated his cock, taking him easier. His eyes were transfixed at his cock disappearing into her pussy until she’s taken all of him. Looking up he sees her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, her lower lip trapped between her teeth. Reaching up he freed her swollen lower lip and smoothed it with his thumb. He pressed his thumb past her lips, “bite me instead…” His cock jerked when she clenched her teeth against his thumb. “That’s it, baby…”
Her teeth loosened and she wrapped her tongue around his thumb, sucking it.
“Fuck…” Atsumu swore before choking out a chuckle, “I’m going fuck your mouth afterward.”
Y/n freed his thumb, “promise?” her legs wrapped around his hips pressing herself upwards to him. “Hurry,” she pleaded, “fuck my pussy, ‘Tsumu…” She never thought she would hear herself say that phrase.
Atsumu didn’t need to be told twice. His body crushed her small one, sandwiching her to his bed as he hiked her legs and began thrusting into her pussy. The bed began to shake violently and the wooden bedframe creaked loudly.
Y/n’s arms encircled his neck tightly while her fingers weaved through his strands of dirty blond hair, gripping them firmly at the roots and giving it a gentle tug. Her hips rolled, meeting his powerful thrusts. She cooed and encouraged him, “yes! Yes… just like that… fuck… you’re so big, ‘Tsumu… you feel so good…”
Atsumu only hummed, his mouth busy sucking a perfect hickey against her neck. It has always made him jealous seeing other omegas mark her and now it is his turn and he is going to make sure his mark is engraved into her skin.
His hips fasten, cock repeatedly hitting her sweet spot. If it felt this wonderful already, he couldn’t imagine how it would be when he was in a rut, when his senses would be fully heightened.
“Y/n,” Atsumu groaned, sliding his tongue along her neck and to her jaw, licking along her cheek. He felt so high, in a state of bliss. Every thrust into Y/n’s pussy sent pure excitement and euphoria pulse through him. “Look at me,” he growled, and when she found his brown eyes, he leaned down and kissed her.
Their tongues tangled and eagerly danced as their mouth moved over each other hungrily.
Atsumu was finally satisfying a lingering curiosity within him, having Y/n beneath him and kissing her.
Y/n moaned his name breathlessly from his kisses, “my tummy… it feels tingly… I’m – I’m going to cum… please let me cum…”
The tightening of Y/n’s pussy and increased enhancement of her pheromone pushed Atsumu to the edge, losing the last of his control. He tightened his arms around her small body and pounded hard until the tip of his cock continue to stimulate her cervix. He badly wished he was in a rut so he could penetrate her cervix and knot her.
Breed her.
Y/n’s teeth sink into his collarbone as she comes undone, her nails digging into his shoulders as her body trembles.
Atsumu follows seconds later, filling her pussy with his hot cum.
There’s no going back, I can’t let her go now, he tells himself. He inhales her scent, feeling his cock already semi-hard once again.
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“I feel like I haven’t seen you two in a long ass time, what have you guys been up to?” Their mutual friend, Ryuji said, gesturing to Atsumu and Y/n to take a seat in the two empty spots at the end of the table.
“Just the same stuff, training and tournaments,” Atsumu shrugged, pulling the seat for Y/n and pushing in the chair like a gentleman. “Season is wrapping up so I’ll finally get some relaxation.”
Atsumu and Y/n were oblivious to their physical intimacy, they didn’t see how their three other friend’s eyes widened as Atsumu’s body turned towards Y/n, his arm resting behind her chair and thumb rubbing circles on her upper arm. He fills her plate with food and continues updating his friends about his life.
Of course, he is keeping his relationship with Y/n out.
It has been two weeks since Y/n’s first heat, and it took almost two days for her heat to conclude and yet, neither of them has had their fill. They have fucked each other in every possible space in their apartment. Day and night, every possible moment.
They had even pulled a quickie in his car before meeting their friends.
“Be my good girl and keep my cum in you. I’ll reward you later,” Atsumu murmured breathlessly. Y/n could only nod as she squeezed her walls and slip off his cock. He assists by slipping her panties back in place before lifting her and placing her gently back in the passenger seat before slipping himself back into his pants.
Aside from Y/n’s lightly pink cheeks, he didn’t think anyone would notice their coupling.
“Are you two… seeing each other?” Their other friend Yuma carefully inquired.
Y/n was the first to calmly deny it and laugh softly, “no, why do you ask?”
The three friends, Yuma, Ryuji, and Masachi, exchange glances, silently acknowledging a shared thought but opting to not broach the subject further.
They didn’t need to.
No one would be stupid enough to even dare look her way with the way that she reeked of Atsumu’s pheromone. It unmistakably screamed she belonged to him, and him alone.
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The minute passing was only making Atsumu anxious.
Y/n promised to be home thirty minutes ago and it was past the promised time by ten minutes.
Atsumu was aware of his behavior, the possessive behavior he harbored for Y/n. He couldn’t deny it and it only continued to manifest each passing day.
He couldn’t even blame it on his upcoming rut that only seemed to have enhanced with Y/n’s change of pheromone as of late. Atsumu couldn’t quite put his finger on it but something about her has changed and it only made him more addicted to her.
There was one thing that he knew for sure and it was that he was in love with Y/n and wanted her and only her.
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Y/n was fully aware of Atsumu’s perilous fixation on her.
She had not meant to let their fling go on this long, or at all. It was all a mistake and now… she couldn’t undo it.
She acknowledged that he wasn’t the only one going through this change alone. Y/n too has become possessive of Atsumu. When he would come home with the scent of another omega on him, she would feel her mood turn sour.
Y/n refused to accept it but since having sex with Atsumu, she has not wanted an omega again. She came to terms that she had officially adopted the omega gender, a lot sooner than later for other hybrids. It was inevitable with the amount of sex she was having.
Studies have shown that the more dominant gender would manifest with the amount of climax and chemicals released each time. Whichever gender they possess during their highest climax constantly, their body will begin to adapt to that gender.
It was an addiction, once Y/n had a taste of being an bottom, there was no going back. She craved for Atsumu, his pheromone, his cock deep within her. She craved feeling his thick cock graze and stimulate her pussy walls. She craved being filled to the point her belly bulged.
Y/n began to be delusional. She has never wanted to be knotted so badly, she wanted Atsumu’s knot. She wanted to be bred.
Aware of her behavior and obsession with Atsumu, Y/n tried to meet other alphas… hoping any alpha would do but when she was approached by an alpha at the bar, her nose crinkled in disgust.
It was undeniable that Atsumu was all she wanted.
For a brief moment, she allowed herself to be greedy, to give in and savor all the seconds she could have with Atsumu. She convinced herself that if she took as much as she could from him, she could let him go and move on with their lives.
She fueled his obsession and possessiveness, allowing him to have his way with her, and ravish her body, mind, heart, and soul to his content. After all, she not only wanted something to remember him by but the same for him, even if it was just her body. She’ll make it so that he would only think of her when he would be with future omegas.
They were constantly having sex everywhere and at any time, morning sex, second-morning sex, before-work sex, after-work sex, shower sex, and bedtime sex. As if they were in a constant heat and rut cycle. She was not blind to Atsumu’s attempts to mark her. Every time he took her from behind, she would freeze when his teeth would graze over her scent gland, where his teeth could puncture the sacred spot that should be reserved for her mate. Her hand would cover the spot but Atsumu has now locked her wrists together above her head.
Y/n has become weak for him, submissive per se, and allowed him to do what he pleases.
But she needed to put an end to it.
Whatever they were doing was unhealthy.
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“Why – why are you doing this?” His voice wavered, his tone laced with pain.
She waited for him to return home from his daily training and as soon as he entered through their apartment doors, the bright smile he always had faded slowly as he felt the heavy atmosphere in the room. Y/n called for him to take a seat across from her before breaking both their hearts.
“We shouldn’t have even started this in the first place, ‘Tsumu.” Y/n said calmly, but she was anything but calm.
“Don’t call me that, if you don’t want to be with me anymore you have no right to call me that!” A tear slid down his cheek. “Only the woman I love can call me that.”
Y/n held back her tears and swallowed hard before forcing the words out again. “Atsumu, this thing between us should not have even happened in the first place.”
“Why not?” he argued, “it was like you forced me or I forced you. Everything up until now has happened because we both wanted it, and both needed it. We needed each other!”
“Look at us, we know what happens when you cross that line between friends!”
“So what, we can be lovers now?” Atsumu shot back, roughly wiping his tears away. “We can be boyfriend and girlfriend and whatever more if you want, I don’t care. I just want to be with you. I just want to love you!”
As if a veil lifted, she suddenly realizes he loves her.
Y/n blinked, the tears that filled her eyes slipping down her cheeks as she heard his confession.
“You – you do? Like in a real relationship?” Y/n clarified with a careful tone. She didn’t want to misinterpret his words.
“Fuck yes. Do you want to be in a relationship? Then let’s make it official. Do you want to get married? Let’s get married. You want me to mark you, I’ll be glad to mark you to let the whole universe know you are mine…” Atsumu took steps until he was in front of her. When did she look so fragile, so small? He wrapped an arm around her back while his other hand cupped her cheek, wiping away the tear that slipped down her rosy cheek. “I want whatever you want, just as long as you are by my side. Whatever title you want, you can have it all.” He rests his forehead against hers. “But if you are to ask me, I want you as mine in every possible way.”
Y/n shut her eyes tightly. “Say it again,” her voice was barely above whispering, “say you love me again.”
“I love you, Miya Y/n.” Her eyes snapped open and Atsumu grinned, “you didn’t ask but I’m going to give you my last name, so no backs.” He rubbed the tip of his nose against hers, “tell me, Y/n… tell me you love me too.”
“I love you, Miya Atsumu. I love you.”
His life felt 99% complete, there was only that 1% left.
“Now, tell me you’re going to stay by my side for the rest of our lives?”
Y/n pressed her lips to his, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’m going to stay by your side for the rest of our lives.”
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Her fingers tremble as the third pregnancy test reveals the same thing, a positive result.
“No… how…” she muttered to herself. She dropped it into the garbage can and massaged her temple.
She began experiencing symptoms that she couldn’t avoid and excuse any longer.
Craving, tenderness, and fatigue.
Everything that was pointing to what she was afraid of was pregnancy.
But how? Atsumu has never knotted her.
“Pregnancy can happen without a knot, it is not as common but it can still happen if you are extremely sexually active.” The doctor raised a brow, questioning, “especially if you are not using protection. Are you sexually active? Having unprotected sex more than four times a week?”
Y/n’s ears burned and she was embarrassed to answer the question.
She and Atsumu did use condoms but would forget, losing themselves to the feeling of skin on skin. Y/n was weak to Atsumu’s begging to always cum inside her. It was to feed his ego of knowing she had a part of him inside her at all times.
Her silence and flushed cheeks were all the doctor needed to know. “The chance of conceiving is much higher if you and your partner are extremely active, which is the case since you said your partner has yet to knot you?”
“That is correct,” Y/n answered meekly.
“With this confirmed pregnancy, there is a high percentage of you becoming an official omega.” They explained that Y/n would no longer be a hybrid, and would no longer have any alpha traits.
The doctor placed a booklet before her titled New Mommy and What to Expect and went through it briefly.
Y/n cleared her throat before asking, “my… partner is due for his rut soon… would it be okay to be knotted while… pregnant?”
Her doctor nodded and flipped to page 8, with big and bold letters at the top: Knotting during pregnancy. “You should be fine, if anything, your body will need your partner’s semen to nourish your pregnancy.”
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Y/n shivered feeling the heavy pheromone throughout the apartment. Now, it made sense as to why she had been sensitive to his pheromone lately, her pregnancy hormones had enhanced all her senses. “Atsumu?”
Before she could check the kitchen, strong arms enveloped her in a tight bear hug. His hot body heat penetrated through her clothing and she was swallowed wholly by his pheromone at straight physical contact.
His nose buried into her neck as he inhaled sharply, “what took you so long?”
He knew of her appointment but it did run slightly longer than she anticipated.
Before she could answer him, he picked her up, throwing her over his shoulders and carrying her to his bedroom.
Y/n blinked, hands pressed against his lower back to steady herself… and at the same time comprehend the sight in front of her.
Atsumu’s bare ass. He was completely naked.
She is dropped onto his bed and is immediately pressed against the mattress with Atsumu’s body which somehow feels larger than usual, she feels so small under his body.
His mouth is hot and heavy on hers, his fingers already pulling and ripping off her clothes just to feel her naked flesh against his.
Y/n gasped, feeling his cock pressed against her abdomen, it sent a jolt to her pussy and she instantly felt herself wet.
Atsumu straddled her small body but kept his weight off of her. The only weight he had on her was the weight of his cock and heavy sacks against her lower abdomen. His eyes are glowing gold and dilated, a trait of an alpha in a rut cycle.
“Y/n,” he groaned, rocking his cock against her bare skin, seeking any sort of physical touch. He was fighting against losing control, he didn’t want to scare or hurt her. “I don’t want to hurt you… but my rut cycle… it can – I’ve been told I’m too rough… I might hurt you…”
Y/n cupped his cheek, “you will never hurt me, ‘Tsumu…”
He nuzzled against their palm, pressing a kiss to it. “I’m happy to hear… You’re made for me... right? You can take my everything I give you, right?”
She nodded her head like an obediently, eager to please. “Yes. Yes, I am made for you. I will take everything you give me, ‘Tsumu.” She widened her legs, offering herself to him, “hurry, give me your knot.”
Her approval and request are all Atsumu needed to hear to be tipped over the edge, to allow his rut cycle to take over and please Y/n.
He flipped her over onto her tummy and lift her ass, his palm came down onto her left cheek, making her yelp before moaning. He rubs his more than ready cock along her slits before pushing it deep within her warm pussy, stretching her to accommodate his rut-size cock.
Atsumu leaned over her, his whole body wrapped around hers from behind as he pressed a light kiss below her ear, murmuring, “relax for me…”
Y/n’s buried face against his comforters helped her control her breathing as she tried to accommodate the size change of his cock, something that was march larger and thicker than usual. Atsumu was already large and thick in the first place, but his rut-size cock was on another level.
“That’s it baby,” he cooed, feeling her ease up. He wasted no time ramming his cock, groaning as he nudged her cervix opening that immediately began spreading. “I’m going to knot you, baby. Give you the knot you deserve.” He leaned back, straightening himself before scooting them to the edge of the bed. He stepped off but kept Y/n remaining at the edge of the bed with her ass still in the same position, with that, he ram his knock repeatedly.
The bed squeaked along with the clapping of their skin on skin.
Atsumu’s fingers dug deeper into Y/n’s hips, pulling her back to meet his thrusts hard and fast, his cock stimulating quickly each time the tip of his cock would touch her cervix opening.
It wasn’t as common to knot on the first time but Atsumu is positive he will knot her. Her cervix has already propped open, encouraging and readily welcoming his knot.
And he will happily oblige.
He withdrew quickly, smirking at her whimper of emptiness. Flipping her onto her back, he smiled down at her and swiftly filled her with his cock once more. “I need to see your face the first time that I knot you.”
Her eyes enlarged, knowing knotting rarely occurred on the first try, at least for her during her rut cycle days.
“Your cervix has already opened for me,” he whispered hotly, fastening his hips. “Your body is ready for me, for my knot.”
Her eyes rolled back as he confirmed it, the tip of his cock pushed past her opening and locked in place. A loud moan escapes from Y/n’s lips as she tightens and curls against him.
His sack emptied its load of cum deep, filling her womb, breeding her.
Atsumu has been impatient, wanting to impregnate her soon, wanting to see her full and round. Wanting to meet their children who will take after Y/n.
He groaned in pain and pleasure. It was true to the rumors, knotting the person you love was different in all the best way possible. The intimate bond was indescribable.
His thumb massaged deep circles into her hip, trying to distract her from the pain of his knot. “You did so well, you’re taking my knot so well…” he murmured, pressing light kisses all over her face.
Atsumu is suddenly hit with a self-awareness of being selfish. He had never even discussed it with her about children yet, here, he had knotted her. It was a 99% chance of guaranteed pregnancy.
He dropped his head beside her and muttered an apology.
“Why are you sorry?” Y/n asked, rubbing the back of his neck.
He rolled them onto his back with her above him. He avoided her eyes, “I knotted you without asking if you would be okay with… being pregnant…” His eyes closed, unable to witness the expression she might give him.
“Atsumu, look at me.”
His eyes snapped open at the tone of her voice, one he had never heard her use on him. Panic surged through him as he searched her eyes. His eyes suddenly fell on her tits, noticing they looked slightly bigger than he remembered.
“My eyes, Atsumu, look at me.”
With flushed cheeks, he reverted his gaze to hers and swallowed. She shifted over his cock, his knot already begun to deflate.
“I had wanted to announce this much differently but… there’s no better time to announce it than now,” she giggled and reached for his hands and pressed them against her belly. “You see, I’m already pregnant.”
Atsumu’s world froze as he processed her last sentence. “Come – come again?”
Leaning down, she pressed her lips to his, “I’m already pregnant, Atsumu. We’re expecting.” Her eyes widened as she squealed, pressing her hands against his strong muscles. “Atsumu!” she shrieked. Atsumu’s cock that was still inside her had instantly become erect once again.
He groaned and pulled her down flushed against him. “My cock is just as excited…” That meant he would get to have all the raw sex, knowing his duty now is to supply her body with all his cum. Rocking his hips he slowly thrusts into her, ignoring how each time he withdrew, his cum would leak.
Y/n pushed against his chest until she settled on her elbows, trapping his head in between them. Her face hovers over his, “the doctor says my gender has officially changed, I’m an omega now. So, no more rut-cycles for me.”
“Good, you’re my omega now,” Atsumu thrust upward, his hand came around the back of her head and pressed her lips against his, “only mine.”
Whenever you go to his restaurant and there's a rush, he gives you cute little notes along with your order and you have a dairy where you stick all the notes. Even when you guys were in school, he'd give you such notes right before a class where you wouldn't be able to see him. You still keep all of them <3
Whenever you're busy with work, he readies the bathtub, lights up candles and decorates it with rose petals, and it's just so relaxing because your work is super stressful.
He hides his face with his hand whenever you give him compliments or tell him anything romantic.
You're the type of person who can quite literally sleep anywhere so he gives you his arm to use as a cushion and doesn't move till you wake up.
Dating him is like having your own personal chef, honestly LIKE EVERYTHING HE COOKS JUST TASTES SO GOOD.
Whenever he's cooking in the kitchen, you like to go behind him and hug him. The first time you did that, he panicked and dropped the knife but now he's used to it.
He likes to feed you like for example, if you had gotten your nails done but didn't want to use your hand to eat because it would ruin the nail art, he fed you and he also makes sure your hair doesn't get in your face.
Breakfast in bed is really common for you guys now. He tends to wake up really early so he makes you the best healthy breakfast ever and everything is according to what you like. He even remembers all your food preferences.
He compliments you usually on text because he gets too nervous to say it in real life, one time you dared him to say it to your face and this guy began breathing so heavily, it was concerning.
He'll get in any weird positions to take pictures where you look good. But sometimes he takes the worst pics of you and posts it when it's your birthday and you threatened him so he'd delete it and post something else.
#Description: What happens when you and the boys find yourself in a predicament with there only being one bed. Who will let you share and who will make you sleep on the floor? Nah I’m playing neither make you sleep on the floor…or do they.
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SAKUSA
You swore the world was out to get you today. Not only had you spilled hot coffee on yourself this morning which led you to almost miss the bus, you also happened to stub your toe not once but twice! So, as you stood at the threshold of your hotel room which happened to also be Sakusa’s you wondered what you had done to receive this fate. It’s not that you dislike Sakusa, it’s quite the opposite, you rather enjoy his company, it’s that you’re aware of Sakusa’s preferences and know he would feel rather uncomfortable sharing a room with someone he isn’t that close with. You had only recently become a manager for MSBY and while you felt you quickly connected with the other boys, Sakusa remained distant, but you were okay with that, you didn’t mind working a bit harder to make him feel comfortable with you.
So, as you stood side by side at the door, both of you unmoving you decided to take your shot at seeing if there were any more rooms available. “I’m going to go to reception and see if they have any other rooms available for us” Sakusa softly nodded, “That seems like a good idea”. However, as expected due to your terrible luck there wasn’t any rooms available. Apparently, there was a mix up with the number of rooms booked and due to needing a last-minute change there were no other rooms available (typical). The lady at the desk could only offer you a sympathetic smile and a discount for your next stay, fat chance you were staying there again. You solemnly returned to Sakusa who looked at you expectantly and you could only provide a sad shake of your head, “great” he muttered.
You both hesitantly walked in and observed your surroundings. One double bed, a sofa, table, tv and bathroom, so not much. Knowing what you had to do, you turned to Sakusa with a smile on your face and said, “Don’t worry! I’ll take the sofa and you can take the bed” “I’m not going to let you do that, what type of person would I be if I let you sleep on that couch… God knows what’s been on it” shit, you hadn’t thought of that and you desperately wanted to take your offer back but you knew you couldn’t, “Which is why I should be the one on it and not you, seriously it’s fine, you have a big game tomorrow so you need a good sleep, me not so much” you chuckled. Sakusa knew you weren’t going to relent easily and as he eyed you, he let out a soft sigh “…fine but don’t say I didn’t tell you so” in a sing song voice you replied, “I won’t”.
Fast forward to you lying down on the hard and suspiciously crunchy sofa, you very much wanted to tell Sakusa that he was right but fortunately your pride wouldn’t let you. You let out a small huff as you toss and turn to try and get comfy but to no avail. From Sakusa’s perspective, the guilt slowly started to build as he heard your shuffling and quite sighs. He knew he should have put up more of a fight, but he really didn’t want to sleep on that couch. However, the thought of you and him in the same bed brought a blush up his neck and to his cheeks, he’d never really slept with anyone before so what happens if he’s a kicker or he hogs the covers, he’d hate for you to think that about him, but he also knew he wasn’t going to get any sleep with the weighted feeling on his chest.
In a quiet voice he slowly called out, “Hey…you awake?” “Yeah, why are you still awake?” “I can’t sleep with all the moving you’re doing, its disrupting” “Sorry! It’s a little uncomfy” you apologetically replied. Sakusa mentally facepalmed as he heard the guilt in your voice, what was wrong with him, why couldn’t he just ask you to come sleep in his bed like a normal person. “If it’s that uncomfortable then why don’t you come sleep here” “I already told you that you are not sleeping on this sofa” “I don’t mean us switching, I mean… you can sleep here…with me…if you’re okay with that!” he quickly rushed out. “Really?” you eagerly asked. “Sure” he awkwardly coughed out.
Wasting no time, you lifted the thin blanket of your body and made your way to the bed. Lifting the side of the cover that was unoccupied you gently slipped in, “I promise I’ll stay on my side!... thank you” “its okay and uh don’t worry about it”. Now as both your backs faced each other, Sakusa willed his heart to stop pounding and hoped he was able to stay on his side through the night. “Goodnight” you softly whispered into the darkness, “Goodnight, Y/N”.
You slowly opened your eyes as the first rays of sun made their way through the sheer hotel curtains. You rubbed your eyes and tried to stretch your arms; key word tried. Feeling as if something or someone was weighing you down you slowly looked down and last nights events came rushing back to you. There Sakusa lay, head on your chest and arm wrapped securely around your waist. Instead of waking him up you took this time to admire him because he really was beautiful. Thick black curls that were strewn messily on his head but nevertheless still made him look handsome and boyish, long pretty eyelashes that would flutter a little when his eyes twitched, two moles on his forehead that made him unique and different and plush lips that were slowly puffing out short breaths as he dreamed. You resisted the urge to brush your fingers through his hair and over his face no matter how tempting it was because you don’t think Sakusa would appreciate that, so with that in mind you attempted to gently lift his arm off your waist so you can slip out of bed.
However, your attempt was met with him childishly huffing and tightening his hold on you “mmh five more minutes” he grumbled out. You tried to shake him awake and make him aware of the fact that he was cuddling you but were yet again met with his grumbling “I know, you’re really comfy…and warm” and with that he nuzzled his face further into you. Sakusa knew he’d probably be embarrassed when he fully wakes up and comes to his senses but right now, he didn’t care, not when he was in your warm embrace that felt so much like home.
ATSUMU
You and Atsumu had been friends for a while now and you practically went to every single one of his games to show your support. However, this upcoming game was pretty far away, and you were unsure if you would be able to go with how much schoolwork you had and the fact you’d have to figure out how to get there. Atsumu had begged you to come, saying it would bring bad luck if you didn’t go and you had simply rolled your eyes and said you would think about it. However, as time went on you did start to feel a little bad that you wouldn’t be there as you knew how much he and the rest of the team wanted you there. With that thought, you made up your mind and decided to break the news to Atsumu. “So I may or may not have decided to go…to your game” you side eyed him with a little smirk, he immediately jumped up off the bed and then tried to brush it off with a sly smile, “I knew yer wouldn’t be able to say no to me” “Yeah yeah whatever, but that also means I have to ride with you guys” “That should be fine but I’ll run it over with coach”. But throughout all the excitement you both managed to forget one important detail…the sleeping arrangements.
Unfortunately, you realized this detail a bit too late as you were now ten minutes away from your destination before Suna brought it up “Not that I’m not happy you’re here Y/N, but where are you going to sleep because everyone’s rooms are already booked but yours because you decided to come last minute”. Your eyes slowly widened as you looked over to Atsumu who was beside you, who also had a look of shock on his face, “Shit” you both said in unison. “I totally forgot about that! What am I going to do”. Osamu who was sitting behind you guys chimed in “You can stay with Atsumu, I’m sure he won’t mind” he slyly said while sharing a look with his twin brother. “what’s that supposed to mean” “Uh it me-means nothing! Osamu’s just being stupid” he stuttered out while throwing a glare at his brother who was just smirking back. “But yeah, you can stay with me I don’t mind” he casually imputed, “I’m sure you wouldn’t” Samu whispered. You decided to ignore the boys who were now bickering as relief flooded you now that you didn’t have to worry about the sleeping arrangements. If you’re being honest, you would have stayed with Atsumu anyway as you felt the most comfortable with him and it’s not the first time you’ve shared a room.
However, what didn’t cross your mind is that there would only be one bed. You knew you were sharing a room with him but for some reason the fact you’d have to share a bed with him didn’t cross your mind. “Uhh” Atsumu awkwardly chuckled, “Look its not the first time we’ve shared a room, it’ll be just like one of our sleepovers” he tried to reason. All you did was just give him a ‘are you serious’ face, “Yeah but we’ve never shared a bed before Atsumu, there’s a big difference” he threw his bag on the floor and jumped on the bed, stretching his arms out “aw come on, it won’t be that bad” he looked over at you with an innocent face. You slowly walked towards the bed and huffed out a “fine, but we’re putting something in the middle to separate us” “What why! Are you five?, I won’t try anything…unless you want me to” he cheekily smirked. That earned him a few smacks with the pillow closest to you, “ow ow, okay okay, I was kidding, I promise” you eventually stop your punishment and look at him with a stern face “Stay on your side of the bed” “Cross my heart” he said while crossing an x over his heart.
You both laid there side by side on your backs just staring at the ceiling. “Are you nervous?” you asked into the darkness. “Mm, not really, I don’t really get nervous” “Sure you don’t” you sarcastically replied. “I don’t! I swear, I’ve worked so hard for this, to get to a point where I’m confident in myself and my abilities so there’s no point getting nervous” you had never really thought about it that way and now that he said that you can understand him. Atsumu has always been one the most hardworking people you know so it doesn’t shock you that he’s so confident in his abilities. “Plus how can I be nervous when I have my lucky charm with me” he slyly smiled at you, “Oh shut up” you huffed out a laugh. And while he may have said that in a joking manner there was nothing but sincerity in his eyes and words, he genuinely believes he performs better when you’re with him because seeing you in the crowd cheering for him fuels him with more motivation. Throughout the time you had been talking, you received no reply from Atsumu and looked over to see what was wrong, only to see that he had fallen asleep. You softly chuckled as you brushed the stray hairs away from his forehead and whispered, “Sweet dreams Tsumu”.
You wake up with the sudden urge to pee and try to get out of bed before you realize you’re trapped in Atsumu’s arms. With your back flush to his chest and arms wrapped tightly around you, you understand that you’re not going to be able to get out of bed without waking him up. You try to wiggle your way out but that results in his arms tightening around you, so you try to remove the vice grip he has on you but to no avail. “Atsumu” you whine, “I have to pee, let go” “Nooo” he grumbles, “Atsumu let go of me right now before I piss the bed” “Will you come back?” “Yes, now let go” “Promise?” “Oh my god, yes, I promise I’ll come back” he finally let’s go so you make your way to the bathroom to relieve yourself. As you make your way back to bed, you’re met with Atsumu’s pouty face and grabby hands “You were warm and now I’m cold” “I thought you were going to stay on your side, what happened to that?” you raised a brow. He shyly looked away and whispered “Sorry…couldn’t help it…can you come back to bed now” so with a sigh you make your way back to your original position and his arms automatically secure around you with his face nuzzled in your hair. “What shampoo do you use? Smells nice” “Go back to sleep Tsumu” and that he did because he’s never felt more content with you in his arms and he’s going to make it his mission to make it a regular thing.
You and Atsumu have been at each other’s throats ever since Middle School. But will a reunion at the yearly volleyball camp a few years later straighten things out?
Genre: fluff, enemies to lovers
Disclaimer: All events are made-up in this story.
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"Miya Atsumu?" You bark out a laugh, "hell no. He's too loud and obnoxious and I think that thing he does with his hair whenever he tries to flirt is dumb."
Your two friends are looking at you as though you've just ripped their entire world apart. And you have, in a sense, because this is Miya Atsumu you're talking about; volleyball player extraordinaire, best setter their school has seen in a while, and terribly charming and sexy charisma that make the girls fall and left and centre.
"You've got to be joking," Yachi Hitoka's eyes are so wide they might fall to the floor, "either that or you're the dumb one."
You scoff, "call me dumb then. I don't mind, not when he's the one involved--"
"When who's involved?"
That voice.
Your fists instantly clench atop the cafeteria tabletop and slowly releasing a breath through your nose, you turn around to see none other than the said Miya Atsumu with one palm pressed to the table so that he looms over you, a little too close for personal comfort.
"Get off," you say, glaring at him, "and that's none of your business."
"Really?" Atsumu's other hand comes to up brush through the hair upon your shoulder, only for you to slap his limb away, "I think it does, considering I'm the one you've been talking about."
"Don't worry, we weren't saying anything to feed your huge-ass ego," you dismiss him with a wave of your hand, not minding the two girls blushing to the tips of their toes, "now go and stop wasting our time."
To your frustration, Atsumu merely chuckles -- breath fanning against your skin -- before he draws back with a smirk, "see you around, princess."
Yachi releases a shriek when he's far enough, "jesus, Y/N! Why the hell would you do that?! Now he thinks we all hate him!"
You don't care. You'd rather he stays out of your hair during the whole of volley camp if you can help it.
When exactly had this relationship started turning sour, you're not quite sure. Maybe it's because you've known of his playboy tendencies since Middle School that you can't seem to admire him the way the other girls do. Maybe it's because he reminds you too much of everything that you loathe to admire in a man.
Maybe it's just because it's him.
In any case, you'd rather die than be caught with Miya Atsumu . And you say so with such confidence that your two friends have to room to argue with you.
The volleyball camp that you’re attending as Nekoma’s manager is filled to the brim with testosterone. It’s a new position, one that had never been filled before and as welcoming as the boys have been, the first few days were a bit rough when it came down to figuring out what volleyball was comprised of. Nevertheless, Nekoma’s captain Kuroo Tetsurou had adamantly set it upon himself to make you understand the entire concept of the said sport before the volleyball camp and for that you’re grateful.
It wasn’t until Nekoma was set for a practice match with Inarizaki that you had found yourself face to face with not one, but two familiar figures of your past.
“Well well well, if it isn’t who I think it is!” Miya Atsumu’s voice had boomed across the volleyball court with enough energy to have you cringe into Kuroo’s side.
Undeterred however, the blonde had instantly made his way over to your team with a cheshire grin that made your skin crawl, “been a long time, princess.”
“Hello to you too,” you’d mumbled out, unconsciously shifting closer to the Nekoma captain for comfort.
"Still as distant as ever, Y/N. Thought high school would've helped."
"It clearly didn't help your sorry ass," you'd shot back.
Atsumu burst out laughing, "so she talks! Ah, that brings back so many good memories--"
"For you maybe."
"Ah come on princess," without warning, Atsumu's arm wrung itself around your shoulder, tugging you close as your hand went up to his cheek to push him away like an aggravated kitten, "you know you missed me."
"Fuck off!" You tried wriggling out of his grip, eyes darting to find Kuroo for help, "a little help would've been nice you know!"
"You two friends?" Is what Kuroo asked instead.
"No!"
"Yea'!"
Shoving Atsumu away with a scowl that would've sent any volleyball member of Nekoma running, you hissed, "stay out of my way Miya. I mean it."
You had meant it. For one, you loathe his ego-centric, narcissist, charismatic lying gut.
And for two, you can't bring yourself to not find him attractive.
So that only ends up in you trying to avoid him everywhere you go which, in retrospect, is working out to your advantage. After all, he has practice matches all day and you are the one running around to get water for your boys, which is an ideal situation that makes it easier to breathe.
However, it also means that you end up being teased and prodded by the Nekoma boys at every chance they get.
"Ooh Y/N look it's your boyfriend," Lev sniggers behind his palm as they watch the Inarizaki team file in. No doubt that you've accustomed to seeing men of that calibre enter the court -- you had a batch of them yourself -- but you can't deny the intimidation trembling throughout the court at Inarizaki's appearance.
You don't hesitate to swat his arm, causing the tall boy to chuckle, "well ouch. I'm just telling the truth."
"Shut up, Lev. You don't know what you're talking about."
"Bet that one of them will be making their way over very soon," Yaku joins in, bottle in hand and wiping the sweat off his brow.
"Yaku, has anyone told you how short you are?” You shoot back, smirking when that instantly triggers him on the defensive, “shut up, Y/N! Boys are more than just their heights!”
"And you,” You whirl around to glare daggers at the youngest Nekoma player, “keep talking and I won’t hesitate to rip every single one of your jerseys to shreds.”
“I told you not to mess with her,” Kenma pipes in nonchalantly from the side, currently too busy winning his game to spare you a glance, “she’s not like the Karasuno managers. She actually bites.”
“I second that,” Kuroo chuckles before letting his arm fall atop your head, “right, midget?”
You make a biting motion and he retracts his arm just in time, chuckling and proceeding to ruffle your hair despite your threats about ripping his jersey instead and you’re so intent on trying to hurt Kuroo for being a bitch that you don’t notice the Miya twins until it’s too late.
"Y/N?”
Both you and Kuroo freeze in mid-scuffle as you look up in surprise at the other Miya twin.
“Osamu!” You let out a grin, retracting your hold onto the Nekoma captain in favour of standing up to greet your long-lost classmate. In comparison to Atsumu, your relationship with Osamu had always been one of general respect and mutual friends. You had hung out together during study sessions and had both volunteered to help back then during the school festival, and though you’d initially been weary about the exact replica of the other Miya twin, Osamu had proved you wrong on multiple occasions.
“How are you? It’s been a while,” you are dead set on ignoring his blonde counterpart, glad that Osamu has made an appearance so that you can rub it in Atsumu’s face even more.
“Alright, I guess. I’m surprised we’re meeting each other in these circumstances,” Osamu’s eyes have a mischievous spark, “since when were you interested in volleyball?”
“Since an old giant creep forced me to become manager,” you shoot Kuroo a pointed look then. He replies with a grin of his own as you continue, “I’m glad though, or I wouldn’t have had the chance to see you--”
Atsumu is quick to interrupt, “how come I didn’t get this kind of greeting, princess?”
You roll your eyes, “do you want me to fall at your feet like all the girls you’ve been flirting with during camp?”
“Oh so you’ve noticed?” He asks with a wriggle of his brows.
Asshole. You fold your arms across your chest with a sigh, “what are you doing here, Atsumu? Don’t you have better things to do? Like flaunt your peacock feathers at your fanbase?”
Osamu can’t help but stifle his laughter into his palm while his twin raises a brow, “you sure have a tongue, princess. Don’t worry, we’ll see how to put it to good use.”
And with a suggestive wink he saunters away, leaving you flushing a bright tomato red as you can’t help but roar out, “oh piss off, you stupid overgrown blonde!”
“I see that the two of you are as close as ever,” Osamu remarks in amusement.
“Tell your brother that he can do me a favour and make as if we don’t know each other,” you snap back, “otherwise I’m not sure I can promise not to murder him.”
“Ya know he doesn’t actually hate you,” the grey-haired twin points out.
“He came over to insult me!”
“He likes doin’ that, you know how he is,” Osamu says with a sheepish grin, “anyway, I’ll see you later. Try not to kill him off during the week alright?”
It’s a promise that you’re not sure you can keep, but you grumble out your agreement anyway and Osamu chuckles, giving you a quick squeeze on the shoulder before jogging back to his side of the court. When you turn back towards your team though, you are more than surprised at the mischief and interest glittering in all of Nekoma’s eyes.
“Someone’s got it going good,” Kuroo taunts.
“Hm, I smell a date in the near future,” Yaku adds jokingly.
“So, not just Atsumu, but Osamu as well?” Yamamoto strokes his chin in a semblance of deep thought, “you sure know how to play your cards right-- oof!”
You interrupt him with a kick to the leg, nostrils flaring and anger pulsing through your veins and making you see red, “I want nothing to do with that blonde-haired jackass,” you snarl while barging your way through, “now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go pee.”
You manage to push your way past the horde of boys to stumble out into the midday sun, away from the commotion of banging balls and the squeal of shoes against the court.
You can already feel a migraine coming, and you groan.
This is going to be a long week.
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The week is crawling by at a snail's pace, filled with day-to-day activities set out for the teams. By the end of Wednesday evening, you barely have any voice left to cheer for Nekoma and your feet hurt from constantly scuffling around for water and spare balls and towels whenever the boys need them.
Not to forget a certain blonde-haired young man who seems all too keen to corner you whenever you least expect it.
You bump into him at the water fountain whenever he's out filling Inarizaki's bottles in-between matches, always taunting you with those lazy feline smirks and teasing you and anything and everything he can find.
"We meet again princess," he'd say breathlessly, watching you dump your stash and proceeding to open up a tap beside his, "bet you weren't expectin’ such a feast for your eyes this morning."
You roll your eyes as you place one bottle under the faucet, "why are you here?"
"Obviously ‘cause I want to."
"You know what I mean."
"Well, our team isn't lucky enough to have a cute manager to handle them," you don't have to look at him to know that he's broken into a cocky grin.
You shove the next bottle underneath the tap with more force than necessary, "wouldn't expect anyone to deal with your kind of bull, to be honest."
He gasps mockingly, "wow, you hurt me. Then again, you've never been one to show your affection so easily."
"Oh really?" You scoff, still adamantly turned away when you hear a splash.
You do the mistake of glancing back, eyes widening upon seeing Atsumu in his shirtless glory. You quickly swivel around with a yelp dying in the back of your throat.
"Wh--What the heck, Atsumu," you can't help but stammer, "this is a public space!"
"As far as I know, I'm not indecent," his chuckle is dark, yet amusing, "yet."
"Shut up! Just-- Just put something on!"
"Oh come on princess. Surely you've seen all the Nekoma boys strutting around shirtless," he's closer now, you can feel it. And out of impulse you try to stumble away when a warm hand encircles your wrist before swivelling you around.
"Oh?" Atsumu's so close that you can feel his breaths against your face, golden eyes dancing with delight, "you're blushing? Never thought I'd see the day."
You swallow thickly, trying your best to pull back as heat overtakes the back of your neck, "l--let me go you ass."
"Ya know, I kinda like how you're lookin' up close though," he leans even closer and you tilt back, dangerously close to falling if not for the iron grip on your wrist, "kinda cute."
Then, as abruptly as though you'd electrified him, Atsumu drops your hand, turns away to grab the rest of his now filled bottles, before sending you a wink, "see ya around, princess."
Or during meal time for instance, where he'll always find a way to cut in line just to bug you as you are making your way through the food section.
"That's not good for you," he'll eye the banana tart like it's poison, "you don't even exercise. Where's all that sugar gonna go?"
"Mind your own business," you'll snap back without bothering to look at him and hurrying your way through the buffet just to escape the said setter.
And more often times than not, you'll bump into him late in the evening when you're cooped up in the common room reading your book and he'll find his way to get a glass of milk in the kitchen.
"I seriously think you're stalking me," Atsumu remarks for the nth time he spots you in the same position, same spot, "that, or you just like seeing me."
"The world doesn't revolve around you," comes your answer as you turn your page.
After heating up his milk in the microwave, there's a slight hesitation before he pads over to where you sit on the couch. He drops his weight onto the other end and the material dips beneath you. Still, you ignore him.
"Whatcha readin' ?"
"Like I said," you turn another page, "none of your business."
"Ah come on," he groans, " I've been nothin' but nice to you during camp."
"Nice? You call bugging me nice?"
"I'm just teasin', princess. Don't take it so personally."
"I do. Now scram. Your voice is annoying."
"Jeez. You're annoying," he downs his milk with a pout and you glance over, lips twitching as you notice a white foam over his upper lip.
"Hey Santa," you call out jokingly, making Atsumu frown before checking his reflection in his phone.
"Ha ha," he rolls his eyes and you can't help but burst out laughing because he looks completely ridiculous. Before you know it Atsumu's joining in with his soft chuckles, eyes crinkling up at the corners and taking five years off his age.
"So she laughs, too," he says as he grabs a tissue from the coffee table to wipe his upper lip, "I'm going to ask again so try to be nice about it; whatcha' readin'?"
Old you would've been irritated by his pushiness, but considering that he's been tolerable so far, you decide to entertain him.
That night, you find yourself bidding him goodnight long past curfew and try to fall asleep without thinking of the way his brown orbs shone in the dim golden light of the corridor.
Nevertheless, the lack of sleep catches up to you the next day. Your movements are slower, sluggish, and you've got visible dark patches under your eyes. So it doesn't come as a surprise when you barely have time to react to a volleyball shooting straight for your face.
"Y/N watch out!" You hear Kuroo yell--
Too late. The ball hits you square in the face.
Pain explodes through your nose.
Body flying backwards and hitting the ground with a sickening crunch, you barely feel the impact since the throbbing fire burning through your nose and traveling to your eyes makes you gasp, tears gathering at the corners. Voices are head crying your name, except there's nothing you can hear apart from the echoing ache pulsating through the back of your head down your back.
Arms come around you, gripping your shoulders in a tight grip, "Y/N! Fuck--You okay?! Let me see!"
Someone tears your hand away from your face and that's when you notice the blood staining your fingers. You blink, disoriented, as a familiar face comes into focus.
Miya Atsumu, of all people.
"Fuck, you're bleedin'!" He doesn't waste time gathering you up in his arms while hollering, "out of the way! Move!"
You try to see past the sea of blurred faces as the said man barges through the crowd suddenly gathered in the middle of the court. You note Kenma's worried expression, Kuroo's back as he helps Atsumu push forward, and what seems to be the rest of the team following behind. But despite your valiant attempts to keep the pain from drowning you altogether, your eyelids slowly start falling shut, head slowly lolling towards a warm chest.
Atsumu's chest.
"Hey hey, no sleepin' princess," Atsumu's voice is breathless, echoing through your ear, "come on, stay with me. Stay--"
That's when you black out.
----
"Y/N."
Eyes slowly peeling open against the heaviness of your lids, your gaze falls upon the horde of Nekoma boys gaping at you a little too close for comfort.
You want to yelp, but a groan slips from your lips instead. Your head feels like it weighs ten times its weight and as you lift a hand to your forehead, Kuroo quickly moves to grab your fingers, "s'alright, Y/N. You're okay."
"What..." your eyes flit from one face to another, "happened?"
"You got hit," Yamamoto's voice is choked up, "Inarizaki were serving. That ugly bleach-haired asshole is going to pay--"
"Shut up, Yamamoto," Yaku is quick to slap the back of his head, "he didn't do it on purpose."
"How do you feel, Y/N?" Lev asks tearfully.
"Dumb question. Of course she doesn't feel good," Kenma comments.
"How's your head?" Asks Kuroo.
"It hurts a little. But I feel like my nose is the size of a volleyball."
The team members chuckle as Yaku is quick to reassure you, "don't worry Y/N. It was before the nurse iced it. But now it's just very bruised."
"How bad?"
You don't fail to notice the way they all exchange glances, and you let out a sigh, "I look stupid, don't I?"
"You crazy?! You're still the prettiest manager even with that stupid bandage in the middle of your face!" yells Yamamoto with such passion you can't help but chuckle, "thanks. I'll take that as a compliment."
It takes you the entire afternoon to finally gain the strength back in your body, and when you manage to stumble into the bathroom with the nurse's help, you choke back on your spit at the big gigantic bruise that covers the left side of your face. It makes you look like you have a black eye and the sight is so terrifyingly disastrous that you quickly lumber back towards your bed.
Despite your impatience, the nurses order you to take a rest for the rest of the evening for fear that there might still be some side effects from the hit. Your face had taken a pretty bad blow and for that, you're quite happy to stay nestled in the nurse's quarters so that you don't have to face anyone for the moment. God knows you look ridiculous.
"Can I see her?"
A voice echoes from the other side of your door. It's around dusk, from the way the sky is slowly darkening in deep shades of purple and blue.
Strange, for Nekoma had told you they'd be practicing until late today and would come pick you up at night time when there were no wandering eyes around.
So if this isn't anyone from Nekoma, then who--
The door slides open to reveal none other than Miya Atsumu.
Your muscles tense out of impulse before memories of what transpired earlier suddenly flash before your eyes:
You. On the ground. Atsumu's chest. His warmth.
"Hey," your gaze snaps up to see the blonde with freshly washed hair, wet tips dripping down his dark t-shirt that does nothing to hide the curvature of muscle in his arms.
You quickly avert your eyes, "hey."
He takes a seat by your bedside, looking more worn out than you'd ever seen him. For once in your life, it seems like the blonde has nothing to say or doesn't know what to say. It makes your stomach uneasy.
"How...how d'ya feel?" His murmur is so soft you barely hear it leave his lips.
"I'm okay," you bite down on your lower lip, "I look ridiculous though."
The silence that follows is deafening. Atsumu shifts in his seat, swallows, and you can't stand this suddenly meek young man any longer.
So you decide to go straight to the point, "what are you doing here, Atsumu?"
Another pause where he squirms, clearing his throat and looking away in what seems to be embarrassment.
When he speaks next, his voice is barely above a murmur, "I'm sorry."
You straighten slightly. Big mistake since it makes your bruise pulsate and causes you to hiss, Atsumu's arms quickly weaving around your frame to help.
"What for?" You mumble out, trying not to think of how good he smells, of how close he is to you.
Goddamnit. If only he wasn't such an ass then you would've jumped straight into his open arms.
In any other world, he would've been the perfect prince charming.
"For hurting you. Shit Y/N, look at your face," Atsumu's voice chokes up, "I--I looked away for one second. I didn't know-- I didn't see ya--"
"Hey hey," you're quick to cup his face with your hands, chest tightening at the glassiness of his eyes, "it's fine. I'm fine."
"I swear if I'd broken your nose I--jesus," his own fingers come up to brush softly against your cheekbone right underneath your bruise, "yer pretty face lookin' bad enough as it is--"
It seems he realizes what he's sprouted the same time as you do, for you quirk up a brow while asking, "you find me pretty?"
He grumbles softly under his breath and all too soon he's released you from his grip, your hands falling to your lap as he settles back on the stool, "don't flatter yourself."
"Damn Atsumu. If I knew you'd go soft on me I would've gladly received a volleyball in my face anytime."
"Dunno what you're talkin' about."
"Oh come on," you tilt your head playfully in an attempt to catch his eyes, which are adamantly glued to the hospital window, "you're so guilty it's written all over your face."
"Shut up, Y/N."
"You're blushing."
"I--I'm not!"
Chuckling at the red blaze scattered across his cheeks in contrast to the denial in his features, you say, “s’alright. It’s actually not that bad despite how it looks.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Yeah, whenever I move too quickly. Otherwise it’s tolerable,” you nudge your chin towards your bedside table, “the nurse gave me some antibiotics for the pain.”
He nods. Then, quickly says, “ya not gonna sue me, are you?”
"Sure I will. You did leave a big scar after all.”
“Thought your injury would’ve toned down your attitude a little.”
“It takes more than a volleyball in the face to take me down,” you grin, before wincing as pain sparks through your eye and travels up your forehead, “I, for one, would think that you wouldn’t be an ass if you saw me in such a state. How wrong I was.”
“Did anyone ever tell you that ya talk too much?” he says that while pushing back some stray hairs from your face. You wouldn’t have guessed him to be of the gentle kind and his action takes you by surprise.
“Did anyone tell you that your head is shaped like an egg?” you shoot back, though with a smile that only widens as Atsumu lets out a warm laugh.
It must be a first to see him -- to see his face -- crinkling up like that. You decide that you kind of like it more than the usual scowl he sports during your squabbles.
“I’m alright, really,” you repeat again for good measure, “stop feeling sorry for me. It’s not a good look on you.”
He rolls his eyes, though a smile betrays his words, “and here I thought we could actually get along, ya know?”
And the thing is, you do get along. Behind the nasty comments and the snarky attitude that constantly makes you want to tear your hair out, you realize that Atsumu isn’t so bad to be around after all. He helps you walk out of the nurse’s office when she checks in to sign you out, an arm draped around your waist in support despite your blatant efforts to push him away. You’d resigned soon enough when pain had coursed through your face with every sharp movement made and unconsciously sink closer to him the more you advance.
He notices your tiredness, stopping to give you a once-over, “does it hurt?”
You shake your head, but he sees right through you. So you nod once, "a little."
Glancing down at the heat of his fingers radiating through the material of your shirt, you can't help feeling all flustered at your sudden closeness.
Which only escalates when he swoops in -- one hand under your knees and the other upon your back -- to carry you in his arms without even a second's hesitation.
"Wh--hey!" You try glaring at him, to no avail. Atsumu merely chuckles as he resumes walking, "relax, princess. Not gonna eat ya."
You swear if you'd been well enough to kick him, you would've. Instead, you have to settle for a scowl that clearly does nothing to intimidate him while forcing your thoughts away from the sudden rush of blood roaring through your veins and causing your heart to cartwheel in place.
Miya Atsumu isn't so bad after all.
----
"Okay. Something has to be going on."
"Huh?" You glance at Yachi through the pile of newly-washed jerseys currently residing in your arms.
A few days have passed since your accident and you've slowly managed to get back into your manager duties with the help of the Nekoma boys. They have been more considerate ever since, helping you lug dirty laundry for instance, or always ensuring that you're nowhere near the ball every time there's a match playing.
"He's here again," Yachi mutters under her breath, albeit loudly enough for you to look up and see Miya Atsumu walking up the corridor in your direction.
"He's been doing that a lot lately," you reply while biting your lip and shifting the pile in your arms, "maybe he feels guilty."
"Or whipped."
"Princess," Atsumu calls out before you have a chance to defend yourself, and you turn to face him fully as he comes to a stop with an amused smile.
"You know, skipping practice to come here is--"
"Practice ended a few minutes ago," he's quick to answer, grabbing the basket from your arms. He nods at Yachi politely, "ya need some help too?"
"N-No! I'm fine! Perfectly fine!" Yachi's face bursts with a blush, "y-you guys go ahead! I have-- I forgot something!"
And she dashes down the hall before you can protest any further.
Atsumu nudges you to follow him, "someone's in a hurry."
"That's because she's scared of you," rolling your eyes and matching his steps, you note the way his pace considerably slows down for your sake. It makes your heart flutter slightly.
Yachi isn't wrong. Ever since your accident, it feels like Atsumu is constantly hovering over you whether it's to tease you or flirt with you. Lord, you'd never imagine saying that the Miya Atsumu is after your attention but here you are, always being cornered when you least expect it and countlessly bumping into him.
By "coincidence" as he likes to call it.
Not that you're complaining. But you do feel slightly guilty every time butterflies suddenly overtake your tummy. It would be a lie to say that there isn’t something particularly enchanting about Miya Atsumu, but you don’t want to go there. You don’t want to cook up the multiple scenarios you might have swimming in the back of your head, for fear that you might face a bigger disappointment if it doesn’t align with your kind of reality.
After all, Miya Atsumu is a known flirt.
It's just so...weird. You're not used to having him being nicer, more playful than usual, not used to his incessant winks and flirtatious remarks that heat up your cheeks and cause you to stutter.
Like during practice for instance. Somehow, he'll find your gaze amidst the countless people in the court and wink before his every serve. That is enough to male your entire face combust with heat.
Or when he swoops into the seat next to yours at the cafeteria despite being surrounded by the Nekoma boys. At some point, he even tries feeding you salmon from his own chopsticks that had resulted in a round of whistles from your said team.
"Y/N, I honestly think he has a thing for you," Kenma points out at one point during Inarizaki vs Karasuno's practice match, "he keeps on looking over here."
"He just feels bad," you stammer out with flushed cheeks.
"Please, if he felt bad he wouldn't be flirting with you like his life depends on it," Kuroo adds from your other side. Resting his cheek into his palm, he grins at you through his raven hair, "we're boys, remember? We know about these things."
You try not to show how flustered you are, until Kenma adds, "Well, tell him to man up and confess already. All his winking is making me uncomfortable."
If you had any doubts about Kenma and Kuroo's speculations, then Atsumu's actions on one particular night during the second week is enough to confirm your suspicions.
It starts out quite casually, the way Inarizaki now eats with Nekoma and Karasuno at every meal. Atsumu makes it so that he manages to either sit by your side or opposite you, which doesn't help the permanent heat blazing through your cheeks.
So on that particular night after dessert has been served and all teams have gathered around tables for some idle chitchat, you quietly excuse yourself in favour of going back to the dormitory. It had been a long first week and honestly, you are in no mood to talk to anyone at the moment.
What you haven't noticed though, is the particular shadow of the inarizaki setter following closely behind. That is, until he coughs and almost makes your heart jump right out of your chest.
"What the-- Atsumu?!" You hold a hand to your heart, "why are you creeping up on me like that?!"
"Sorry. I was--uh--I was headin' in the same direction," he stutters, hand going to ruffle the hair at the back of his neck, "d'you-- we can walk together."
There has never been a moment where you thought you would've seen the sight of an embarrassed Atsumu. But standing here before you now is the said young man, averting his eyes and looking like he wishes to be anywhere else but here.
"Uh sure," you shrug it off, though trying to ignore how hard your heart suddenly starts beating.
Slowly, you fall into step as a comfortable silence fills up the evening air. It feels...unsettling, considering that you can't usually keep Atsumu's mouth shut. It makes you slightly awkward, not knowing how to go about bickering with him when he's not being outrightly sarcastic.
"Cat got your tongue?" You finally decide to inquire, quickly glancing up at him to realize he is already gazing down at you with an undecipherable look in his eyes.
Heat erupts through your cheeks, "wh-what? Why're you looking at me like that?"
"Nothing," he looks away with a semblance of a smile on his lips, "just tired."
Tired and Atsumu don't rhyme. You tell him so, to which he scoffs, "well quiet and Y/N don't rhyme but here we are."
"I can be quiet!"
“Not with me you’re not."
"That's because you're a first-class asshole. I can't help but want to put you back in your place."
He chuckles before nudging you playfully, "come on, your camp experience would've been so boring without me."
Humming in agreement, you cock your head to the side, "guess you're right. Although... you hitting me in the face wasn't something I'd call pleasurable."
It is only then that you feel the warmth of his hand brushing against yours. Maybe it’s your imagination, that his fingers are edging closer and closer with each passing second. But all your doubts are thrown to the wind the moment he manages to weave his hand through, palm to palm, as he looks down at you with such open, vulnerable tenderness it sucks out all the air from your lungs.
“I’m sorry about that,” his voice is quiet as the pair of you continue to walk towards your dormitory. You try not to think too much about the heat of his palm, the rough calluses of his thumb brushing over the back of your knuckles, “ya know I didn’t mean to.”
“I know,” you laugh a little, if only to distract yourself from getting all flustered while trying your best not to hold eye contact. Your brain is going haywire, wondering why why why is he fucking holding--caressing your hand like there’s something more to it? “I know you’re a dick, but not that much of a dick.”
He bumps your shoulder, pouting slightly, “ ‘m not a dick,” he mutters.
A soft breeze whistles through the courtyard, ruffling against your figures as he continues, “that day, I hit that ball pretty hard. Seeing you lyin’ there unconscious, I--” he takes a shaky inhale, looks up at the night sky. His hand is so warm and rough from calluses, so strong in comparison to yours, “I thought the worst, princess.”
“Well I’m here now,” you say confidently, “and that’s over and done with. You’ve apologized. Let’s move on.”
"Yea’ but...” trailing off and halting so that you have no choice but to follow, your head tilts up in time to feel his other hand reaching for your cheekbone. Softly, like you’re made of broken glass, Atsumu’s thumb brushes against the now faded bruise along your skin.
You try moving out of his grip, “don’t,” your mumble is barely above a whisper, “it’s ugly.”
“Whatcha talkin’ about?” Atsumu merely chuckles before cupping your cheek fully into his palm and pulling you so close that the warmth of his chest spreads onto yours. The playful smile returns to his lips, honey eyes glimmering like a little boy, “’yer pretty no matter what.”
“oh shut up--”
He chuckles as embarrassment floods through your cheeks. You try in vain to look anywhere but into his golden orbs molten with such intense emotion that butterflies flutter in your stomach.
His nose brushes yours and you flinch back on impulse, but a hand slips up the back of your neck, stopping you from moving any further away.
The redness in your cheeks multiply tenfold, “are you flirting with me?”
“Somethin’ like that,” his murmur is hoarse.
Air thickens, so thick it’s hard to breathe. You’re not sure what to do, what to say.
Is it awkward? Is it supposed to be?
All you can think of is the heat radiating from Atsumu’s being, the searing emotion building in the pit of your stomach the more you try not to stare into Atsumu’s golden eyes.
“Chill out sweetheart,” he murmurs out with a chuckle, “your heart’s beating so fast.”
You jut your chin out defiantly, despite knowing how red you must probably be, “Then do something about it.”
"Do something?”
“Yeah. Do something.”
“Ya sure about that?”
You hesitate, “yeah.”
That’s when he kisses you.
And not just to prove a point. Or rather, you’d wish it wasn’t to prove a point. But the way his lips curve along yours with such gentleness has you thinking that his intentions are more than just this friendly rivalry. He kisses you like he’s scared you might just run away if he presses too hard, and though there’s a small voiced panic beeping at the back of your mind, your eyes seem to close on their own accord to kiss him back.
A breath dies at the back of Atsumu’s throat -- what sounds like a relieved sigh -- and before you know it he’s kissing you deeper, harder, pressing you back against the dormitory wall and consuming every single piece of you like a man desperate -- hungry -- for your love.
You can’t help but gasp when his mouth suckles upon your bottom lip, hands instinctively grabbing at the base of his scalp and tugging at his hair. He grunts in response but doesn’t stop making love to your mouth. Tongue slipping easily through your parted lips as his hands squeeze your hips, he lets out a soft moan at how your tongue curls around his, a clashing dance of heat and passion.
It’s warm, and it’s getting warmer with every second that passes. Fireworks are exploding along the back of your lids, your breaths are ragged, uneven as you part momentarily then dive back to kiss each other as if you’ve been doing this your whole life. It’s weird, how natural it seems for Atsumu’s rock solid arms to be holding you, pressing you close until nothing but a thin line of clothing separate your bodies. But you don’t pull back. You realize that you don’t want to.
Unfortunately you have to at some point, when air becomes so sparse that your head starts spinning. Leaning back as your lips slowly detach from each other, your head automatically relaxes back against the wall as Atsumu’s mouth proceeds to nibble along the side of your jaw, down to your neck and sending waves of heat coursing through with each peck, each kiss.
“Atsumu?” you breathe out his name, tone ragged and staccato. His hands, lord, they’ve slid right underneath your shirt and are drawing circles over your naked skin, making it hard for you to concentrate.
“Hm?” his voice comes out muffled against the crook of your neck. He sounds drunk, like he can’t get enough of you.
“I--uh, I’d like to know what we’re doing.”
“Something we should’ve done from the start,” he says it so casually that it stuns you for a moment. That is until he lifts his head up to meet your eyes, noses brushing and lips almost touching, before a small smile dances across his lips.
“What?” you can’t help but stutter out.
He chuckles then before pushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear, “cute,” he murmurs with sparkling eyes, “ ‘ya know what I mean, princess. This--thing we have--”
“We have a thing?”
His brow quirks up in amusement, “and that--” he glances down at the lack of space between your bodies, “is not a thing? Do you go around doing that with most men?”
“That’s not what I meant!”
“Sure sounded very suggestive, princess,” he steals another kiss from your lips before you can argue your case, and you swear your face is about to burst with heat.
You want to say something. Anything to get yourself out of this misery. But Atsumu’s hands on your naked back, his lips so distractingly close to yours, his eyes so molten with desire.
You don’t realize you’re leaning into him until you catch his breathy murmur, “whatcha’ doin’, princess?”
“H-Huh?!” You jolt back on impulse and he laughs before pulling you closer still, so close you feel the heavy beats of his heart underneath your palm that you’ve settled upon his chest.
Contrary to your protests that he should get some rest -- it is the last day of Camp after all -- Atsumu wastes a few more minutes teasing your cherry tomato face and cuddling you close, relishing in your squeaks and your embarrassed, dishevelled expressions.
And when he finally lets you go, it isn’t before landing a rain of kisses; from your temple, to your cheeks, to your nose, and finally ending at your lips in-between rounds of giggles. You swear you’ve never heard such sounds coming from the young volleyball player’s chest, the only thing keeping you quite afloat is the colour of rose dusting Atsumu’s cheeks when he pulls you close for one final hug.
“Ever going to let go?” you joke.
“Hm,” he sniffs your nape, nose tracing your ear as you shiver, “how have we not done this before?”
“Because you were being a dick.”
“I was just flirting with you.”
“That’s a really bad flirting strategy if you ask me.”
You don’t complain though, only burrow closer despite your initial comments about him looking like a raccoon the next morning. He’ll probaby get an earful from his manager too, as would you.
But at this moment, it’s very hard to care when you’re wrapped up in Atsumu’s arms and everything just feels perfect.
Having Miya Atsumu’s heart isn’t too bad after all.
miya osamu has a newborn baby and a restaurant chain to run; miya atsumu has an insanely busy pro volleyball career.
atsumu makes a concerted effort to come home and congratulate his brother, but after the off season, he doesn’t have time to come visit much — if ever. He becomes a feature in the child’s life solely through Facetime for the first few months, up until the baby gains some sense of awareness.
so, things are tense when the twins see each other in person again (at home, and with the family) for the first time in way too long — never that long again. the baby still can't fully recognize faces over the phone versus in person, and thus, despite numerous facetime calls, the new little miya is completely mind-blown and very very confused when they officially meet their uncle tsumu in person and realize this strange, vaguely familiar, blonde man has stolen their dad's face.
the look of “what in the hell???” is clear as the Pasqyra in the child’s eyes, but they still can't help but go into the arms of the extremely familiar stranger.
the twins spend an hour passing the baby back and forth before their differences in hair color, scent, tone of voice, and overall demeanor finally click in the child’s head. but, every time the twins are apart for a while they have to do the process all over again — at least until the baby is around eighty weeks (“you’re doing that weeks instead of momths bullshit samu?”) — eighteen months of age — and gains the superpower of storing context-rich memories.
