Bleh❤️🖤🤍💚

you can't deny that you miss him too, and it's been less than 24 hours since you saw him last.

in fact, you literally saw him this morning when sending him off to practice with a grumbled 'have a good practice' after he kissed over your forehead with a lightness rivalling a feather. a gentleness typically unseen from him.

really, the blond setter was just terrified of irritating you further.

then when you got up half an hour later, you're not pleased to see how atsumu was spamming you with messages, all conveying the messages he was scared of saying earlier. things like 'i love you', 'can't wait to go home to you', or 'did you see the photo of osamu's cat i sent'.

it's sweet, really; he is, but when you're still a little hurt from the harsh exchange you had last night, you didn't want him blowing up your phone this early in the morning.

so your only solution for a peaceful morning was to block him apparently.

something that clearly did not sit well with him because he then started spamming your socials and your emails with protests. did he not have practice to get to? where was all this time coming from?

you blocked him on those platforms too from the goodness of your heart because you had a feeling that he was skipping warmup in order to text you. if he pulled a muscle during practice, you don't want to begin imagining what a pain he'd be to look after.

glancing around the park you were currently strolling through to clear your mind, you only get a second to breathe when your phone starts buzzing again. this time, with a call notification from bokuto.

picking up, you immediately assume that it's atsumu who is bothering you after suffering the blows of how hard you've been ghosting him.

"atsumu for the love of-"

you're cut off of your own sentence when you hear somewhat muffled voices in the background.

"damn you messed up big time!" comes hinata's bubbly voice. you can indistinctly hear someone agreeing in the background- bokuto?

"stop rubbing it in!" atsumu exclaims, whining. you can picture him in your head right now, slouching against the wall as he deflates with each reminder of his mistake.

bokuto must have pocket-dialed you. you're about to hang up until you hear:

"how about you stop being miserable? your relationship with y/n will be fine as long as you apologise, this isn't the end of the world," lectures sakusa.

"for you maybe! ah already feel like y/n's slipping away from my grasp," cries your boyfriend. "and y/n is my world. so really, it does feel like the end of the world."

"you know what they say. love kills," mutters bokuto.

"literally no one has ever said that," sakusa deadpans.

"someone's probably said it."

"well if love does kill can it hurry up with atsumu?"

the dark-haired's simple statement makes you laugh, one that bursts suddenly before you have to cover your mouth from shame, hoping that it didn't disturb anyone.

"hey!" atsumu huffs before you can hear him groan dramatically again. except something's telling you that this isn't for show. "can't ya show a little sympathy to the guy who is having the worst time of his life? my partner doesn't even want to talk to me! i might as well rot right here and now."

"don't do that!" protests bokuto. "i'm sure y/n isn't as mad as you think. just talk to-"

"-what do you think i've been doing this whole time? i've been grovelling-"

"-no, you've been a bitch. i don't think telling y/n to 'text you back' counts as a proper apology."

the setter 'hmphs' and you can imagine the way he's crossing his arms. atsumu never did lose that immature side of him, but he tries, and you adore him for it. "is proclaiming my love not enough?"

"you can say 'i love you' to everyone, idiot, and you can confess your undying adoration for y/n any time. you do it on a regular basis anyways, atsumu, you don't need to double down on it just because you had an argument-"

"-but i'm scared that y/n will forget!"

the blond's outburst stuns everyone into silence. you hear a sniffle.

"what if i'm not worth the time? sometimes i get really scared that y/n might pack up and leave me because there's someone better out there. someone more patient and less of a hassle?"

it's so painfully silent, but each word that atsumu mutters is like a knife to your heart. how long has he felt this way?

hinata is the first to break the awkwardness. "c'mon man, you're literally high school sweethearts. i don't think you have anything to worry about."

"yeah, you're being silly right now, tsum-tsum!" bokuto agrees. "after all this time together, i think y/n has a reason to stay with you!"

"apart from my dashing good looks?"

"stupidity is temporary. get better soon," sakusa grumbles.

"omi-omi you're so mean!"

you hang up the call when you hear atsumu's chirpy tone again, unable to stop a smile from appearing on your own face. so long as he was happy, you were too.

that's what happens when you're soulmates, you suppose.

it's the same soulmate bond responsible for the fact that you were currently waiting outside the gym where msby practices were held, impatiently leaning against a small pole as you pass time on your phone.

then, just as you look up to check if anyone has left the building, your heart stops at the sight of a familiar faux-blond, animatedly chatting to one of his teammates. but when he meets your gaze, it takes him less than a fraction of a second to charge towards you.

instead of bracing for impact, you open your arms for him to tackle into, an offer he takes immediately.

as you both stumble backwards from the momentum, atsumu revels in your laughter and cherishes the feeling he gets knowing that everything is okay between you two. you chose to greet him after practice, you chose to go the somewhat inconvenient route all the way to his gym, you chose him and he hopes you never consider another option again.

and you won't. atsumu loves too hard and too well, warming you from the inside out to defrost any pain the coldness of life might leave you with. although he sometimes gets insecure about this overbearing trait of his, you get to show him each time just how beautiful it is; to wear your heart on your sleeve and love the world for what it is.

to love you for who you are.

"i'm sorry," he begins. "for what ah said last night, i was a real dick."

you smile. "well if you're really sorry, you'd let me take you out for some food, right?"

"only if it's your favourite."

"okay, sap. let's go then."

his hair is mused underneath the plastic red devil horns still surprisingly stuck in the bleach blonde locks, a contrast to the halo that’s haphazardly thrown on your head. and even paired with his flushed cheeks you can still make out the specks of red glitter along his cheekbones and roots, travelling down to decorate the hard muscle of his chest that peeks out from under his shirt where he’s left it unbuttoned.

your breathing hitches when he tears his eyes away from your puffy cunt to meet yours, a handsome smirk immediately decorating his lips as he deliberately slows his pace— pulling you even closer to his chest as he lets out a breathless rasp of a chuckle, brushing the blunt head of his cock against the spot inside of you that he knows will have you creaming around him.

“ya like what ya see baby? shiiiit— ‘cause a sure do.” atsumu’s tone is soft and smooth, an almost hard contrast to sinful way his hips are moving against yours, paired with the playful glint in the chocolate of his eyes.

“t-tsumu—“ is all you can muster back, your nails clawing at the fabric of his shirt covering his shoulders as your eyes roll back, shoving it down to reveal more of him as you grab at the new smooth skin, the desperation of your actions causing a chuckle to rumble through atsumu’s chest “heh, pretty lil angel, s-so desperate for a little sin, t-that it? yeah?”

the blonde groans, leaning over you as he tries to bite back his own moans, feeling you thrash under him with every stroke “yeah, baby? feels good don’t it? fuckkk—yer always so fuckin’ tight no matter how much a fuck ya, let me hear ya, princess.”

atsumu grunts, clenching his teeth when he feels your thighs tighten around him, locking up beneath his large palms. “ya love this fat cock, don’t ya, angel?” he doesn’t even give you time to reply, fucking into you impossibly deeper as he continues to hammer away at the sinful spot inside of you, babbling a few hushed praises between pants as he nears his own orgasm.

you whine and grind up against him, greedy for another release. you feel atsumu’s fingers trace along your thigh until you feel his thumb flick over your puffy clit, the sensation immediately throwing you closer to the orgasm you crave until you’re kicking your legs at the overwhelming pleasure.

“who owns this fuckin’ pussy, baby? fuuuuck—who d’ya belong ta—shiiit—“ his words are more breathless this time, almost desperate as his thrusts turn sloppy. his fingers nails digging almost painfully into your skin as you feel the growing wetness spread between your thighs with each snap of his hips.

“yours atsumu—“ is all you can manage before you hear the blonde growl above you “that’s f-fuckin’ right, princess.”

atsumu lets out a breathy whine as he slams one of his palms onto the door behind you, steadying himself as his orgasm rips through him, groaning as he milks his cock inside of you. the sensation causes you to shake as you come undone beneath him, thighs trembling as you gush around him, his cock continuing to slide in and out of you.

your legs quake when you finally feel him rest you back down with a satisfied sigh, blinking down at you through the sweaty blonde locks that have fallen over his dazed eyes as he adjusts the horns on his head with a pink cheeked smirk, leaning in slightly to place a soft peck on your swollen lips.

“heh—ya ready ta party now, gorgeous?”