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miya atsumu loved you since the very beginning, yet he never chose to do anything. a mere corset wrapped around your body was the one thing able to assist him in confessing his feelings for you.
miya atsumu x reader | 1.3k words
tooth-rotting friends to lovers fluff, edited
— crossposted from ao3
sponsored events weren’t miya atsumu’s type of party.
especially when you have to constantly kiss people’s asses and plaster a fake smile on your face, it wasn’t his cup of tea. his jaw was aching and his stomach swirled from the amount of champagne he downed.
he wasn’t sure why he was here, standing in a crowd of men in suits who clinked glasses and chuckled over who knows what. all he knew was he wasn’t interested whatsoever and his eyes desperately scanned the room for someone to help him escape the misery he placed himself into.
after moments of searching, a sense of relief washes over him and a smile that was a bit too wide creeps up onto his face when he spots you, leaning against a wall with your own glass of the expensive cider in your hand.
maybe this night won’t be as bad.
atsumu excused himself from the crowd who barely acknowledged his departure and he strides his way towards you. your eyes catch him walking towards you and you give him a small wave to notify you noticed him.
the faux blond grinned and took the chance to make you laugh. he did a little twirl and placed his half empty champagne glass onto a tray a server was holding. you couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh in amusement while you watched the trick atsumu pulled off.
“did ya like that? was smooth, wasn’t it?” he boasted once he reached you, hands inside the pockets of his slacks. you rolled your eyes and let out a playful scoff, your attention caught by the people on the dance floor.
“as if, it was a bit sloppy, i think you can do better,” you replied, knowing full well it was pretty hilarious to watch him do something so silly.
your eyes turned back to face the tall man in front of you. you took in how perfect his black tux fitted on him with his tie loosely wrapped around his neck. you didn’t realize you were staring at him but atsumu caught you in the midst of it. he couldn’t help but ponder if you thought he looked good.
he was going to ask, but instead a teasing remark escaped his lips, “take a picture, it’ll last longer.”
you raised an eyebrow and let out a scoff in disbelief, “you wish, you’d probably start bragging if i did,” you retorted.
atsumu chuckled and shrugged with a stupid grin on his face. he took the time to admire what you were wearing, his eyes glancing up and down at your outfit.
“you look nice, i like the corset,” he complimented which to you tilted your head at and smiled.
“are you flirting with me, miya?”
“do you count that as flirting?”
“do you?”
atsumu shrugged, his smile never faltered once and he didn’t say anything more as he took one last glance at you before he looked away.
he eyed the people at the dance floor and smiled. his elbow nudged you and he nodded towards the crowd.
“let’s dance,” he suggested. you shook your head and laughed.
“i’m not a great dancer,” you declined his offer to which he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the wooden floor.
"nonsense, i’ve seen you dance,” he replied, taking your other hand and started to groove to the music. you couldn’t help but let out another laugh and followed his movements.
“see? how dare you lie to me.”
“i did not lie, miya.”
he huffed and spun you around, keeping his pace relatively close to the beat of the music. the both of you danced and laughed once in a while, enjoying both of each other’s presence.
you broke away from him after a few minutes and patted his shoulder, “i’m going to the restroom, you’ll be okay by yourself, yeah?”
he slowly nodded, disappointed that his time with you came to an end. but instead of a frown on his face, he smiled at you and gave you a wink. “if ya need anything from me, holler and i’ll be there,” he pointed finger guns at you, happy to see that you laughed.
“hopefully you can hear me then, i’ll be devastated to see that my knight in shining armour didn’t come to my rescue,” you humoured and bid your goodbyes to the man before disappearing into the crowd.
atsumu sighed and his shoulders relaxed while he reached to rub the nape of his neck. he realized how cheesy and stupid he sounded, groaning into his hands while he walked off to the side.
maybe he could find you again and try once more, or maybe he should just leave you alone and keep the moment sacred.
he decided on the latter and dragged himself into another crowd. he attempted to mingle for a bit, only for it to last a few minutes and he found himself in a hallway away from the party. atsumu explored the venue for a bit until he stopped in his tracks.
he watched you try to grab something from your back in the middle of the hall. he made his way towards you and you noticed him almost immediately.
“oh my god, ‘tsumu you’re my saviour, can you tighten this for me please?” you questioned and turned around. he looked down and saw how loose the corset was on you. his hands took grasp of the lace and pulled on it.
he tried to be careful but his lack of knowledge on how to use a corset really didn’t help him in this case. he grumbled and turned you around by the lace to see if that would help him in any way. you yelped and placed your hands onto his chest.
atsumu apologized under his breath and finally secured the lace with a bow, hands resting against your waist. the both of you made eye contact, not sure what to say to each other.
you uttered a ‘thank you,’ hands still against his chest. you didn’t make an effort to pull away and atsumu swallowed. he gently grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in for a kiss, to his surprise, you gladly accepted it.
he pulled away and gasped for air. you both looked at each other with soft eyes and your cheeks flushed a dark red. “shit, i— sorry, i shouldn’t have kisse-” he panicked and moved away from you.
you grabbed him by the collar and grinned, “now that was smooth, ‘tsumu. didn’t know you had it in you.”
his mouth gaped open in offence and he furrowed his eyebrow, “obviously, i do! ‘m the smoothest on the team,” he scoffed and you snickered and his reaction.
“if you’re the smoothest, why did it take you forever to muster up the courage to kiss me, hm?”
atsumu was speechless and his face expressed a more offended face before he stared at you in surprise. “you were waiting for me?!” you laughed and suppressed your laughs by pursing your lips.
“possibly but, you can’t kiss me before a date, miya,” you pointed out and he started to heat up.
“i— fine.. would ya.. would ya..” he struggled and narrowed his eyes at you before he pulled you into another kiss.
you were the one to pull away this time and atsumu grumbled, “you and me, go out for food this week or something..”
“so demanding, miya.” you joked and he rolled his eyes, pressing his lips against yours.
“shut up, will ya?” he muttered against you, wrapping his arms around your waist while you snaked your arms around his neck.
he's simply more smitten once he watches you play with the ball and he can't help but join you and enjoy the moment.
miya atsumu, kuroo tetsurou, iwaizumi hajime x reader
tooth-rotting fluff, implied fem!reader in iwaizumi's (dad!iwaizumi basically, usage of mommy and mama)
☆ atsumu opened the door to your shared apartment and tiredly yawned. he called out your name and placed his car keys down. he waited until you called back for you but he didn’t get a response. he looked around the main section of the apartment. he called out your name and placed his gym bag down, heading towards the bedroom. he opened the door and found you self-setting. he gaped his mouth open in shock, not able to process how good you were at the drill. you turned your head and smiled at him, taking the ball in your hands before gently bumping it towards him. “hi ‘tsumu,” you said as atsumu caught the volleyball and looked down. “where’d you learn how to do that?” he asked and you simply shrugged, motioning towards him. “you always do it before dinner, i wanted to see the hype. it’s kinda fun” you hum and make your way towards him, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. “any pointers, top setter of all of japan?” you grinned as you watched atsumu’s face turn a dark red. “that sounds amazing coming from your lips,” he mutters, feeling slightly embarrassed as he returns the kiss. “let’s play at the park and i’ll give you those pointers there, c’mon” he urges you out of the bedroom and you laugh, letting him drag you out to the front door. “but we haven’t even had dinner, ‘tsumu.” he shrugs and grabs your jacket, waiting for you to put your shoes on. “we can order takeout, i wanna see my baby in action,” he took your hand with a smile and you both began to walk out the apartment.
☆ kuroo walked out of his home office to grab another cup of coffee, he walked over to the kitchen and pressed the button on the coffee machine, letting it brew. “hey sweetheart, i think we need to buy more coffee,” he called out to you, getting a thud in return. he furrowed his eyebrows and looked over at the sound. he spotted you receiving the ball and letting it roll towards the kitchen. he reached to pick it up and smirked. “since when did you start practicing, hm?” he walked towards you and tossed the ball towards you and watched you receive the ball. “i saw the ball in the closet and gave it a try, it reminded me of you back in highschool,” you smiled at him and he chuckled. he kissed your cheek and ruffled your hair gently. “aw, my sweetheart is thinking of me? how adorable,” you laughed and admitted it with no hesitation. he then moved to stand in front of you, tossing the ball once more and you bumped it, to which kuroo received back to you. the both of you continued the rally silently before you caught the ball and looked at him. “baby, you need to go back to work,” you pointed out and he shrugged in return. “that can wait, you’re more interesting to look at than a white screen.” he smiled and urged you to continue the rally, which you agreed to. “never knew you watched me so intently during highschool,” you rolled your eyes and smiled. “volleyball just happened to be more interesting if you were playing it,” you simply stated and kuroo blushed at your comment, ignoring the ball that bounced in front of him and engulfed you into a bear hug. “how cute can you get?”
☆ iwaizumi picked up your child once he came home from work and peppered him with kisses. he grinned and held him in his arms as he set his bag down and went to the living room. “where’s mommy?” he asked and he pointed out to the backyard to where you were spiking a ball against the fence. he widened his eyes in surprise and opened the door to the backyard, walking over to you. you noticed him and smiled, “hi haji, how was work?” you asked and caught the ball in your hands to give him a quick kiss on the lips. “it was the same, where’d you find the volleyball?” he motioned to the ball in your hands and you looked down at it. “i found it while cleaning out the basement. akiko wanted to play, so we did a few hours before he wanted to nap,” you softly spoke and akiko urged iwaizumi to put him down. “i wanna play with mama again!” he exclaimed, which iwaizumi chuckled to and put his son down, watching him run away with the ball and you followed. he watched the both of you play and akiko turned to his father. “play with us dada!” he nodded and went beside him, receiving it towards you. “i think our son is going pro, lovely.” iwaizumi chuckled and nods as he watched his son spike the ball. “of course, it’s in the iwaizumi blood.” you cheered for akiko when he successfully spiked and iwaizumi couldn’t help but smile in adoration at the both of you while you continued to play volleyball as the sun began to set. oh, how lucky he was to have such an amazing wife and son in his life.
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you trip in front of him and he catches you in his arms, aware that his feelings for you just grew a tad bit more.
miya atsumu, kuroo tetsurou, suna rintarou x reader
literally tooth-rotting fluff, nothing else
☆ atsumu and you were casually talking after practice, walking in laps around the gymnasium as laughter echoed throughout the spacious area. you both were in charge of cleaning and taking care of the place after practice, and currently you both were collecting the volleyballs and dust mopping the floor. “i can’t believe you got hit by the ball three times today,” you snicker, teasing him over the events that happened during practice. the faux blond rolled his eyes as he put a volleyball under his arm, “ya purposely threw one at me!” he retorted, gently throwing one at you so it would hit your back. you flinched and furrowed your eyebrows, looking down at the ball before picking it up and moving to run towards him. “you’re so done!” you yell as atsumu let out a high pitched scream and ran away from you. as you were chasing him, your foot hit something which caused you to yelp and crash onto the ground. you groaned and laid there, staring at the bright fluorescent lights above you. atsumu asked if you were okay, jogging over to you before accidentally falling on top of you. he caught himself and stared right at you, his breathing getting heavy. “ah— fuck, ya ‘kay?” he mutters, his hair falling in front of his eyes. you nod and stare at him, cheeks flushing red. “no— yeah, i’m fine..” you mutter, causing him to chuckle. “you’re so cute,” he compliments, kissing your nose before helping you up. “i’m not— where’d you get that from?” you question, rolling your eyes. atsumu shrugs and smiles, moving to kiss your nose once more. “keep saying that, and i’ll kiss ya again.”
☆ suna leans against the doorframe as he watches you cook for the both of you, a soft smile appearing on his face. you feel a presence and turn, looking at him before giving him a small wave. he chuckles and returns the wave, ushering you to focus on the food and ignore him. you laugh, mainly to yourself as your attention went back to the pan in front of you. minutes later, you announce that dinner was finished, heading over to the table and placing the dishes down. suna walks into the kitchen, assisting you in grabbing utensils, opening the drawer. you walk pass him before accidentally tripping on air, grabbing the counter in hopes that it’ll help you. failing, you instead close your eyes and wait for impact. chuckles fill your ears and you open your eyes, focusing on the male in front of you. “you good, pretty?” he questions, a slight tilt to his head. your cheeks started to burn, words stuck in your throat. you realize that suna had his arm snaked around your waist and your hands were against his chest. “yes, i’m okay,” you assured, giving him a nod before he nods back and lets out another chuckle. “who would’ve known that you would be falling for me again,” you gasp and gently smack his chest as he set you on your feet, unable to stop his laughter. you laugh with him and push him towards the table. “oh, shut up. go to the table. i’ll get everything,” he presses a kiss against your cheek before shuffling towards the table, “you got it, boss.”
☆ during kuroo’s lunch break, you both decided to take a relaxing stroll through one of the nearby parks. hand in hand, there was comfortable silence between the both of you. kuroo gently squeezed your hand, grabbing your attention. you look at him with a confused, concerned look and he gives you a quick peck on the lips. “it’s nothing, i just wanted to see if you were okay,” he hums, looking away from your stare. “had me worried there, tetsu.” you say, causing him to burst out a soft laugh. “sorry, love. wanted to see that pretty face of yours too,” you open your mouth to retort before closing it, choosing to let him win the argument that hasn’t started. you decide to let go of kuroo’s grip, walking a bit ahead of him. he lets you do whatever you pleased, hands now shoved into his slacks. a smile appearing on kuroo’s face as he watched you enjoy yourself in the cooling breeze. his eyes left you for a moment before they landed back on you, realizing you were in the midst of tripping on a crack of the path. his eyes widened and he immediately ran towards you, catching you in his arms before you could hit the ground. your face had shock written all over it, feeling as if your life flashed before your eyes. “are you hurt at all? you should be careful where you’re walking,” he mutters, scolding you. you furrow your eyebrows and frown. “i didn’t see it! not my fault,” he sighs and chuckles slightly, muttering “cute” before standing you up straight.
you just happened to be the one who took care of him when he hurt himself, but at least it was enough time to spend with you.
gojo satoru, nanami kento, geto suguru x reader
mentions of medical products & tooth-rotting fluff
☆ there is constant bickering between you and gojo while you treat the wound on his head. “i’m fine sweetheart, how many times do i have to say it?” gojo whines childishly, attempting to move his head away for the fifth time in a row. you grab him by the hand and pull him towards you, placing your hand on his cheek as you place a towel on top of the wound. “clearly not, do you see your head?” you click your tongue, gently pressing down against the towel before shifting to grab roller bandages. gojo’s eyes fluttered closed, him relaxing in your grasp as a light tint of red appeared on his cheeks. he could feel how fast your heart was beating against him and your staggered breath you failed to keep steady. a smile appeared on his face, mumbling “so cute” under his breath, you raise an eyebrow, wrapping his head with the bandages as you stare at him. “what’s cute, huh?” you question, but he doesn’t respond. once you were finished, he pulls you close, lips centimetres apart from each other. “you’re so cute taking care of me, sweetheart,” he mutters, pressing his lips against yours. you pull away with a red face and a silly smile on your face. “yeah, cause you can’t take care of yourself,” you retorted before pulling him for another kiss.
☆ nanami’s eyes were focused on your face while you reached for gauze pads, admiring how your eyes glistened in the fluorescent light. “is there something on my face, kento?” you question, soaking the pad before lightly tapping it against the cut. he purses his lips together, continuing to stare at you. “no, you’re just quite pretty, that's all” he hums nonchalantly, a sense of amusement washing over him as he watches your cheeks turn into a red tone. “thank you, kento. you’re not too bad yourself,” you comment, placing a bandage on his face before turning to clean up the materials. a smile appeared on your face and nanami didn’t fail to catch it. “how would you like to go out with me this coming friday?” he asks, reaching to grab his tie from the nearby table. you turn back around and tilt your head, “is mister nanami asking me out on a date?” you tease, your hands moving to him help tie his tie. “perhaps, so what do you say?” his lips upturn into a small smile, watching you nod your head. “why not, i’d love to go out with you,” you return the smile flattening his button up before pressing a kiss on his cheek. “see you then kento,” you bid your goodbyes, leaving the infirmary with a stunned nanami, whose cheeks started to burn more red than it did before.
☆ geto looks at you with a sour expression before looking away. there’s a subtle, but visible frown on his face as he feels you clean the wound on his face. “why are you giving me that look?” you question, watching his frown grow. “i told you i was fine! it doesn’t hu- ow, be careful!” he yelps, eyebrows furrowed as you gently press the moist gauze pad against the wound. “not my fault, you’re the one who got hurt,” you scolded, sighing as he turned his face away from you. “you’re such a baby suguru, come here,” you grab him by the chin and turn his head to face you, making eye contact before you place a bandage patch where his injury was. “if you get hurt again, i’m not taking care of you with that attitude,” you warned while he admired how you took care of him, regardless of your scolding. geto stares at you with a loving look on his face, tilting his head slightly while you pack up the medkit. you turn to look at him, “what’s wrong now?” you deadpan, seeing him shrug with the same look. “nothing, you’re just so cute when you’re mad,” you roll your eyes, attempting to hide your smile before he pulls you on his lap. “thanks for caring for me, darling. i owe you” he presses a kiss on your lips to silence your protests.
miya atsumu is always curious about you, but he can't help but feel the need to know what your lips tasted like.
miya atsumu x reader | 0.5k words
tooth-rotting fluff and atsumu being lowkeyneedy
miya atsumu was always curious about you.
he pondered over the littlest of things, wondering if you liked a certain way an apple tasted or if you had a specific way of eating ramen. but there was one thing he always was curious about, and that was the taste of your chapstick. he precisely remembers the times you applied the moisturizer for your lips. once after you finished getting ready, everytime you finished eating and before you’d go to sleep. everyday, each time he kissed you, it was a different flavour. yesterday it was watermelon and the day before that, it was strawberry.
the faux blonde eyes averted towards your hand, watching you drag the small stick of lip balm against the skin of your lips. he poked the inside of his cheek, losing the grip on the remote control, the loud noise snapping atsumu out of his thoughts. “‘tsumu? you okay?” you hummed out, your head slightly tilting to the side as his eyes blinked a couple of times, his attention being brought back to you.
“yeah.. yeah i’m alright darlin’” he mutters, just loud enough for you to hear as you purse your lips to spread the moisturizer with a small nod. atsumu was so close, so close to just grabbing your face and smashing his lips into yours. he swallowed, slowly shifting towards you, making sure to make his movements subtle. your eyes were too focused on the screen in front of you two, the male moving to place his hand under your chin, making you turn to face him as he blinked. you look over at him, an eyebrow raised as your cheeks flushed a light red.
“tsumu, what are you-” during those words, atsumu had finally built the courage to kiss you, gently pressing his lips against yours, attempting to taste and savour the flavour of the chapstick. he pulled away, his eyebrows furrowing while he licked his lips. he looked at you with a confused look before pulling you in for another kiss. his tongue hungrily slid side to side as he kissed you, trying to get the specific taste. your arms snaked around his neck, pulling him a bit closer as you let him salvage the sweetness.
just after a couple of minutes of continuous kissing, atsumu finally pulled away, licking his own lips once again and finally getting the flavour, looking at you with a grin. “it’s passion fruit,” he breathlessly says, a small laugh omitting from your lips in return to his statement. “yes, it is. did it take you that long to find out ‘tsumu?” you teased, atsumu scoffing in return as he shook his head, even though it was obviously true. “just wanted to kiss you a bit longer, thats all” you nod with another laugh, leaning in for another kiss, pulling him down as he hovers over you.
atsumu may be curious about the taste of your lips, but if its an excuse to kiss you, he’ll continue to reason without hesitation.
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