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for @shoulmate

“Tetsu-kun gives the best hugs,” Satsuki points out.

“I disagree,” you tell her calmly, not looking up from your book.

“But-!”

“Uhuh,” you shake your head, not losing your spot. “You’re just saying that because you’re into him. But as someone who’s not biased, I give him a five out of ten. He’s straight middle field.”

On your right, Daiki snorts under his breath. You lose your spot, furrowing your brows as you try to find it again. What sentence were you reading again?

“okay? i won’t force you.” you replied with a straight face.

“…”

“…”

“can you do it black?”

and everything about his demeanor that screamed annoyed quickly turns to shock and then confusion when a small kid—who really cant be much older than 9 or 10—is staring up at him with wide eyes as he rolls on the balls of his feet.

are you miya ?? the black jackals setter ??

yeah, thats me, he speaks before he can comprehend, and then you watch from the distance as atsumu listens to this kid.

you watch as atsumu listens about how the young boy wants to be a setter too. how he loves watching atsumu play on the tv. how he practices spiking every day. how his dad even got him a volleyball and is going to set up a net in the backyard soon. how he wants to join the school club. how he's gonna recreate the same move atsumu and bokuto always pull with his own friends. how one day, he'll be a setter and play at nationals and then play for a team where everyone watches him on tv just like atsumu has.

you watch as atsumu crouches down to the boy's height, as he high fives him and tells him "ya have ta make sure ya don't got a team of scrubby slackers—otherwise, it's no good," as he explains spiking is cool—but making the perfect set is even cooler, as he reminds him not to skip practice and to do his stretches correctly, as he rambles on about how a good sleep schedule and a balanced diet are key parts to playing your best.

you watch as atsumu's lips wobble a little when he's asked for a hug, you watch as he gets a little choked up when the kid says one day, he hopes he'll play with the number 13—because that's his favorite number! and that atsumu is his favorite player. you watch as atsumu wipes a single tear after he's bid his little fan goodbye, and you watch as he sputters when he notices you looking and claims how he "wasn't cryin', that was just some dust" in his eye

you watch as atsumu grows a little more as a player that day—stood in his stained little hoodie and his wrinkled plaid pajama pants. just your tsumu who complains about pushing shopping carts even though he never lets you lay a hand on one if you insist, but he's miya atsumu to the rest of the world, quick on his feet and skilled on the court—someone to look up to, someone who put his heart and soul into his goals.

you’re laying on his chest and he has one hand grabbing your thighs while the other holds your head so you don’t pull away too quickly.

“mmph, no no wait baby one more kiss,” his tounge slips between your lips, moaning into your mouth as the grip on your ass tightens, feeling a bulge forming in his grey shorts.

“tooru, i need to make breakfast,” you whisper, before he pulls you down into him, arms wrapping your waist while feeling him slowly grind his bulge under your ass.

“shhh i’ll make it for you later sweetheart,” he groans into your collarbone, slipping his fingers into the elastic of your panties. “you gonna let me take care of you first?” his groggy morning voice vibrating on your neck, you nod weakly.

gn!reader | atsumu, akaashi, suna, iwaizumi, tsukishima, kita, kuroo, bokuto, kenma

note from nia: Life Is So Hard. i added a couple characters Again though‼️😘

ATSUMU stops in his tracks, previously on his way to grab his phone charger. his growing exhaustion from the day has disappeared as he snaps his head toward you, “baby?” the question in his voice makes you turn, “…yes?” he begins walking towards you, “no, you—y'just called me baby.” “…i did?” atsumu looks at you incredulously before whining, “babe.” you yelp as he plops onto the bed beside you, moving close enough to wrap an arm around your waist. “can you use pet names more often, please?” despite how warm your face feels, you manage to tease him for his reaction, “yeah, yeah, you big baby.” atsumu pouts and his grip around you tightens, “that’s not how you’re supposed to use it.” you can’t help the laugh that escapes you and you run your fingers through your hair. “sorry, baby.” he lets go of you, only to smush his face into the pillow beside you. you can spot his ears now tinted red and hear a muffled “oh my god.” atsumu turns his face enough so you can hear him, “one more time?”

WARNINGS: 18+ (NSFW) (MDNI), f!reader x Miya Atsumu, oral (m!receiving & f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), recording, squirting (multiple times), use of pet name (pretty and baby), unprotected sex.

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Atsumu looks away, crossing his arms over his chest with a deep, offended scowl on his usually playful expression. That just makes you laugh even harder, actually clutching your abdomen in hopes that it would somehow decrease the ache in your stomach from laughing so much.

“I really don’t see what’s so funny about it,” Atsumu grumbles, his brow furrowing even more.

You do your best to contain your laughter, wiping a single tear that has rolled down your cheek. You steady your breathing, looking at him with watery eyes. Atsumu pouts, making you snicker, which makes him glare at you from the corner of his eye.

“Did you really just say that you’d make me ‘scream and cum like a pornstar’?” you ask, pressing your lips into a thin line to suppress your laughter.

Atsumu had been away for a couple days; he usually has to travel thanks to his games. So of course as soon as he got home, he attacked your lips hungrily and was ready to have some action, which was interrupted by your unstoppable laughter when he had muttered those words. Maybe he had gotten a little carried away, but they had sounded good in his head. They still do.

Atsumu glances at you, turning his body further away from you.

“…Yeah,” he admits in a mumble. You snort again, shaking your head. “So?”

“So, you know it’s fake, right?”

He frowns, looking forward. He’s quiet for a moment before he speaks again, his voice low.

“…No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is.”

“It’s not.”

“It is.”

“Uh-uh!”

“Uh-huh, it is!”

Atsumu scoffs again, turning on the couch to face you.

“How so?”

You pause, studying his face for a moment. He actually believes porn’s 100% real. It’s your turn to huff, although yours comes out condescendingly.

“It’s acting. I mean, real bad acting, but it’s still acting.”

“Not with me, it wouldn’t be,” he retorts, narrowing his eyes at you.

You raise your eyebrows.

“Somebody’s confident.”

He smirks, looking at you through hooded eyes.

“I have plenty of reasons to be.”

You cock an eyebrow at him, turning in your spot so you’d be face to face on the couch.

“Really?”

Atsumu’s smirk turns cocky, and he relaxes back in his seat as he places his arms behind his head. He knows what he has to offer, and you should be awfully aware of it. After all, he makes you scream his name more than three times a week.

“Hmm, I haven’t heard any complaints,” he says, shrugging.

You bite on your lip, eyeing him curiously. Atsumu isn’t one to lie about his abilities, and you experience them personally in bed pretty often. Still, it’s ridiculous he thinks he can make it look like porn; they exaggerate everything so bad I’s not even enjoyable to watch.

But if he’s offering…? What’s the worse thing that can happen? If anything, you’d be getting a good fuck out of it, even if you didn’t ‘scream and came like a pornstar’, to quote him.

However, you enjoy teasing him —which is extremely easy to do—, so you won’t let him know that you’re actually on board. You know him so well, know just what buttons to press to get him to do your every bid.

So, you give him your best exaggerated scoff, with an also exaggerated roll of your eyes, and cross your arms across your chest. Atsumu glances at you, eyes narrowing.

“Not yet,” you mumble, loud enough for him to hear.

You swear you actually see his eye twitch slightly.

Atsumu tightens his lips, pulling you by the neck towards him and forcing a loud, surprised gasp out of you. You bite your lip, instinctively kicking your leg over his lap to straddle him.

He looks at your caged lip, smirking softly as your breaths mix with each exhalation.

“You really don’t believe I can do it?” he asks, running his hands up and down your legs. His smirk widens when he feels goosebumps under the pads of his fingers.

“No. But I would love to see you try,” you say.

Atsumu’s eyes darken, hand smacking your ass harshly. You jolt on top of him, letting out a yelp. Your hands fly up to his shoulders for support, blushing at your own reaction. His smile turns wolfish.

“I am going to fuck you until you’re screaming and cumming like a pornstar,” he promises in a whisper. And if there’s something you can always count on with Atsumu, it’s that he always delivers.

WARNINGS: 18+ (NSFW) (MDNI), f!reader x Miya Atsumu, oral (m!receiving & f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), recording, squirting (multiple times), use of pet name (pretty and baby), unprotected sex.

interactions (comments, likes and reblogs) are much appreciated! ♥︎

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Atsumu looks away, crossing his arms over his chest with a deep, offended scowl on his usually playful expression. That just makes you laugh even harder, actually clutching your abdomen in hopes that it would somehow decrease the ache in your stomach from laughing so much.

“I really don’t see what’s so funny about it,” Atsumu grumbles, his brow furrowing even more.

You do your best to contain your laughter, wiping a single tear that has rolled down your cheek. You steady your breathing, looking at him with watery eyes. Atsumu pouts, making you snicker, which makes him glare at you from the corner of his eye.

“Did you really just say that you’d make me ‘scream and cum like a pornstar’?” you ask, pressing your lips into a thin line to suppress your laughter.

Atsumu had been away for a couple days; he usually has to travel thanks to his games. So of course as soon as he got home, he attacked your lips hungrily and was ready to have some action, which was interrupted by your unstoppable laughter when he had muttered those words. Maybe he had gotten a little carried away, but they had sounded good in his head. They still do.

Atsumu glances at you, turning his body further away from you.

“…Yeah,” he admits in a mumble. You snort again, shaking your head. “So?”

“So, you know it’s fake, right?”

He frowns, looking forward. He’s quiet for a moment before he speaks again, his voice low.

“…No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is.”

“It’s not.”

“It is.”

“Uh-uh!”

“Uh-huh, it is!”

Atsumu scoffs again, turning on the couch to face you.

“How so?”

You pause, studying his face for a moment. He actually believes porn’s 100% real. It’s your turn to huff, although yours comes out condescendingly.

“It’s acting. I mean, real bad acting, but it’s still acting.”

“Not with me, it wouldn’t be,” he retorts, narrowing his eyes at you.

You raise your eyebrows.

“Somebody’s confident.”

He smirks, looking at you through hooded eyes.

“I have plenty of reasons to be.”

You cock an eyebrow at him, turning in your spot so you’d be face to face on the couch.

“Really?”

Atsumu’s smirk turns cocky, and he relaxes back in his seat as he places his arms behind his head. He knows what he has to offer, and you should be awfully aware of it. After all, he makes you scream his name more than three times a week.

“Hmm, I haven’t heard any complaints,” he says, shrugging.

You bite on your lip, eyeing him curiously. Atsumu isn’t one to lie about his abilities, and you experience them personally in bed pretty often. Still, it’s ridiculous he thinks he can make it look like porn; they exaggerate everything so bad I’s not even enjoyable to watch.

But if he’s offering…? What’s the worse thing that can happen? If anything, you’d be getting a good fuck out of it, even if you didn’t ‘scream and came like a pornstar’, to quote him.

However, you enjoy teasing him —which is extremely easy to do—, so you won’t let him know that you’re actually on board. You know him so well, know just what buttons to press to get him to do your every bid.

So, you give him your best exaggerated scoff, with an also exaggerated roll of your eyes, and cross your arms across your chest. Atsumu glances at you, eyes narrowing.

“Not yet,” you mumble, loud enough for him to hear.

You swear you actually see his eye twitch slightly.

Atsumu tightens his lips, pulling you by the neck towards him and forcing a loud, surprised gasp out of you. You bite your lip, instinctively kicking your leg over his lap to straddle him.

He looks at your caged lip, smirking softly as your breaths mix with each exhalation.

“You really don’t believe I can do it?” he asks, running his hands up and down your legs. His smirk widens when he feels goosebumps under the pads of his fingers.

“No. But I would love to see you try,” you say.

Atsumu’s eyes darken, hand smacking your ass harshly. You jolt on top of him, letting out a yelp. Your hands fly up to his shoulders for support, blushing at your own reaction. His smile turns wolfish.

“I am going to fuck you until you’re screaming and cumming like a pornstar,” he promises in a whisper. And if there’s something you can always count on with Atsumu, it’s that he always delivers.