mooshys masterlist

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series:

msby black jackals online!

shiratorizawa antics

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headcanons:

hq + the scent of amortentia

hq + their signature cologne

hq + hogwarts house sorting

hq + dudes who are down bad msgs pt. 1 / pt. 2

hq + aesthetic lists pt. 1 / pt. 2

hq + what they’d be like as lab partners

hq + guys I would take to waffle house at 2am

AU headcanons:

zara employee!futakuchi |

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oneshots:

tokyo day off

take-out menus aren’t meant for ordering

the silver lining of bad first dates

a walk to remember (or not)

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drabbles:

mangoes are meant to be shared

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Your First Time on Sukuna's Bike

You lost a bet. 

That’s ultimately how you ended up here.  

"Hey," Sukuna is calling your attention to him, sitting on his motorcycle with a spare helmet outstretched in your direction. "Put it on."

The sun was just starting to set behind him on the horizon, casting him in this warm orange flavored glow that was almost comforting. Almost. 

"'Kuna, maybe this is a bad idea." You stay where you are a few feet away, shifting from foot to foot nervously. "Maybe you should go to the meetup by yourself-"

He interrupts you with one call of your name, effectively silencing you. He raises a brow.

"C'mere," He's smirking at you, seeing your unease as a challenge. Like he always did. 

"No, totally, I would. It's just-I- " You can't find the words to deny him. They don't come to you anymore. Your heart aims to please him in everything but your body is frozen in fear. Your brain scrambles to produce something- any kind of lie under his lion-like gaze. "I just remembered that Yuji asked me to do something with him-"

"Yuji's with his goth boyfriend." Sukuna rolls his eyes, quickly swapping the helmet to his other hand and leaning across the short distance between you to grasp your wrist instead. He tugs you closer to him, until your shoe is nearly touching the tire of his bike.

He's grinning up at you, with that convincing little squint to his eyes.

"Chicken shit." He accuses.

You gape at him.

"I am not afraid of your little motor bike, okay?"

"Then put the helmet on, Braveheart." He shoves said helmet into your hands and releases it before you can say no to fully grasping its weight. You fumble with it, trying not to let the piece of equipment slip to the asphalt, it felt expensive and heavy with quality, just as a lot of Sukuna's things did.

When you finally have it secured to your chest, safe and sound, you pale at the thought of the next step. 

Now, Sukuna was nothing if not a gentleman. You knew that. But, he also was constantly toeing the line of gentleman and... complete and utter vagrant menace. He would come over to your apartment after a meetup like the one the two of you were going to, with wind whipped cheeks and adrenaline clearly glimmering in his eyes. Occasionally, he would even ask you if you had a spare tarp so that he could cover his bike in case the police came around the neighborhood looking for a similar one.

Being in one of his turbo kitted cars was different. If there was an accident, it wasn't just between you, the heavy leather jacket Sukuna had bought you, and the rough merciless asphalt of the street.

You're staring down at the helmet like it's a death sentence when Sukuna calls for your eyes again, his hand coming up to caress the back of your arm with a gentle, coaxing touch. He ushers you until you're within his airspace, creating a timeless bubble where only the two of you exist. 

You’re slightly guilty when you look up at him. You hated questioning Sukuna, especially when it came to something like your safety, which he would never put at risk, but you can't help the nerves curdling in your stomach.

His gaze melts into something similar to sympathy, still slightly amused with you. 

"Why're you scared?” He wants to know. He knows just which soft and low tone of voice to use on you- to make every secret you have come rushing to the surface, desperate to please him just like the rest of you was. 

"Scared? Of a stick with two wheels that can go in between cars that weigh literal tons while riding at a speed of 120 miles per hour? No. No, why would I be scared?"

"120 miles per hour?" He repeats, cocking a brow at you. "And put my little chicken shit in danger? Are you insane?"

You bite your lip. 

“Can we go slow?” 

Sukuna merely laughs, turning back towards his bike and turning the key to kick start the ignition. The time for conversation was clearly over. 

“Put it on.” ~

Sukuna actually does go at a reasonable speed for the majority of the time. You get used to the feeling of the wind gliding over every inch of you, hissing so loudly in your ears that all other sounds become moot. It’s almost like white noise. 

Sukuna’s body is warm and sturdy against your front, and you press more of yourself than needed into him, just to be closer. Occasionally he’ll reach down and squeeze your thigh or point something out for you to look at, but otherwise he lets you take in the scenery at an easy pace. 

After an hour of riding, you may very well say it was comforting on the bike. 

At least, until you get to a long stretch of highway, that is. Empty and wide as it is long. A highway to some rural part of the city you had never been to before. 

Sukuna taps your knee, and then reaches up and tightens your hold on his waist. It was a signal. 

“Wait-” Even if Sukuna could hear you past the helmets, the unrelenting wind, and the roar of the motorcycle beneath you, he didn’t give you a chance to say much. 

The bike climbs speed as your heartbeat climbs in speed and if it weren’t for the helmet, it would be impossible to breathe easy with the wind whisking around you in such a flurry. Your thighs press into Sukuna’s, and you peek over his shoulder at the speedometer to watch it hit 95. It felt so much faster to you. It felt like you were flying. 

You can’t help the giggles that escape you as exhilaration plucks them out of you. 

Fear had long since revealed itself as excitement to you, and Sukuna could tell in the way you would kick your feet as he revved the engine that you were on the same page now. 

By the time the two of you make it to the meetup, you’re buzzing like a ball of electricity. Sukuna parks the bike, kicks the stand out, and immediately turns around to unclasp your helmet first. 

You tear it off of you, barely containing yourself long enough for him to remove his own before you're winding your arms around his neck. Giggles are still leaking out of you and into his ear, which is searing cold beneath your lips. 

“I told you you’d like it.” He chuckles, leaning backwards into you and forcing you to be the one to keep the both of you upright. You use your free hand to pull on his hood, forcing him back even further until you can press a kiss to his prideful smile.  

“That was fun.” You whisper.

“Good.” He whispers back, grabbing his keys from the ignition without moving his head from your grasp. “You’re drivin’ us home.” 

[Untitled] Bakugo Katsuki’s Twin AU chapter 1

“Where the hell is that bastard?” the girl muttered to herself as she stares at her phone, pissed at her twin brother for not picking up her calls. 

dating katsuki pt. 2 .ᐟ𐚁

happy birthday bakugou!! // k. bakugou x fem! reader (selfship tbh)

warnings: very self indulgent, pregnancy, reader is a woman and mother already, bakufamily hehe <3

the tug on the covers is what wakes him. he’s always been a light sleeper, trained for years to detect any threat, even when he’s supposed to be at rest. maybe he’s a little less concerned about the random noises he hears around his house nowadays; primed from years of marriage to the clumsiest woman alive–and fatherhood to the clumsiest children. another tug. though he had hoped to sleep in today of all days. he took a personal day from the agency just to relax, cuddle up to his wife, maybe have a late brunch with the kids. the perfect day of rest for a busy man like him. 

he peeps an eye open to see if you’re laying in your spot. tch, hag. he rolls his closed eyes and decides to turn over; he could probably go back to sleep. another tug. 

INTERVIEW MASTERLIST!

bakugou has interviews. sometimes you join him.

notes: some of these are from the yn career masterlist where yn also has a public career as an actor/influencer/socialite/idol.

hot wings

twenty four hours with vogue

odg— kids review bkgs career

lie detector / more / more

an interview with a yn cameo

gq couple quiz

couple interview

question

couple thirst tweets

wired auto complete

what’s in my bag

group lie detector drabble

podcast! - you first met bakugou at 16 in one of his meet and greets as a fan. now you’re engaged.

10 things bakugou can’t live without

breaking up

18+ NSFT MDNI. SHOWER ACTION.

You already know that Atsumu's in the shower before you hear him in it, nudging the front door shut behind you, heels falling off of your groaning feet. The first matchup of the pre-season has ensured that.

Muscle memory makes you step over the routine dufflebag he drops in the very middle of the entryway, shaking the strap off of your ankle when it catches. His sweater's on the back of the couch.

You'd take it down the hallway with you, but you follow the clothes like a roadmap instead. Toeing along, kicking his track pants out of the way with a scoff, rolling your eyes and wondering how he completely missed the hamper.

An athlete, he calls himself.

( MIYA ATSUMU X FEM!READER )

content— smut, established relationship, car sex, grinding, public sex, timeskip!atsumu, vaginal penetration, creampies.

author’s note— not my best work i think. and i should be sleeping. i have classes tomorrow. i rather die.

After a long day at work, you decided to go pick up your boyfriend after his night with the boy’s from his team. Around 10:00 pm you arrived to the location where he was, parking a few blocks away since there wasn’t any space close to the restaurant.

You looked down at your bag and remembered the perfume that you bought. A pheromone perfume that was supposed to attract your partner or something like that, you didn’t remember; a smile appeared on your face as you reached for it.

You had your doubts about the product, but you didn’t missed anything trying it, so that’s what you did, you applied the perfume and waited for Atsumu to arrive.

He got to the car after some minutes, opening the door and smiling as he saw you.

“Hey, doll.” he got into the passenger seat and threw his gym bag to the backseat before he leaned in to kiss your cheek.

“Hey.” you smiled when you felt his lips against your skin “How was your day?”

“It was goo—” he suddenly stopped talking, a confused frown on his face as he leaned in again “Good, it was good…”

You watched him lean into your neck, taking small sniffs; you chuckled “What?”

“I dunno, ya smell good…” he planted a kiss on your jaw, shifting on the seat so he could be as close to you as he could.

“Yeah? Is a new perfume I bought.” you felt him burying his face on your neck “You like it?”

“Yeah, yeah.” he took a deep breath and leaned back onto his seat, clearing his throat “It smells so good.” his hand went to your thigh, squeezing as many flesh fit on his palm.

You laughed “So, let’s go?” he nodded, keeping his eyes on you your lips.

“Ya look gorgeous today.” he mentioned before you could start the car “I mean, always, but today yer shinin’.”

He raised his hips to arrange himself on his seat before he leaned to your neck again “‘m sorry, but ya actually smell so good.” he groaned “What’s this?”

Your cheeks got warm as he left small kisses on your neck, his thumb rubbing circles on your thigh.

“Oh god.” he whispered against your skin, nibbling softly.

“‘tsumu—” you felt him licking your neck “Ew!” you wrinkled your nose, placing your hand on his cheek to push his face away.

He let out a low chuckle as he got back into his seat, his hand went to grab the bulge on his pants, sighing.

“God, ya drive me crazy.” he mumbled, turning to look at you, his pupil dilated as ever, his pretty brow eyes now darkened by something you knew very well. Lust.

“What’s with you?” your lips curled up, your lower lip going in between your teeth.

“‘m goin’ crazy fer ya.” he smirked “Ya smell so good.”

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s somethin’.” he grabbed your cheek and pulled you towards him “Doll, ya have no idea how hard I am.” he brushed his lips against yours.

He gently took your hand, moving it towards his pants, making you palm him over his clothes.

“You’re shameless, ‘tsumu.” you sighed against his lips, your eyes going from his face to see your own hand grabbing his erect cock under his clothes.

“‘m weak, my love. ‘m just a boy ‘nd yer a gorgeous woman.” he smiled “Ya smell fuckin’ good.” he mumbled before his lips crashed into yours.

You kissed him back, how could you deny him that?

He let free your hand, his other hand going to raise your skirt, reaching for your clit over your panties, making you gasp as you separated from the kiss.

“Atsumu.” you looked at him, scolding him with your eyes, knowing he couldn’t care less.

“Yer doin’ things to me, can’t blame me.” he leaned in and kissed the exposed skin from your shoulders “I can’t wait ‘till we get home…”

You gulped, feeling your own warmth grow in between your legs. Usually he had more self control, and he was aware he couldn’t fuck you in public, even if he wanted to— many times. But right now it looked like he didn’t cared at all.

“You’re not thinking about doing it here, are you?”

“I can’t help it.” he removed his hand from your thighs and raised his head to look at you in the eyes.

He sat straight on his seat, moving it back, creating more room in the car “Yer in or out?” he looked at you with a soft look and his lips curled.

You started this, you couldn’t complain now.

“I hate it when you look at me like that.” you said before jumping onto his lap “I can’t resist you.”

A moan escaped his lips when your legs wrapped around him, his hands going to your hips before they traveled down, gripping your butt.

“God, yer so beautiful.” he muttered as he began to grind against you, groaning.

Your arms wrapped around his neck and started moving your hips too, matching his.

He buried his face on your neck again, breathing all your delicious scent as he began to trail down your neck with sloppy open-mouthed kisses before gently nibbling on it.

“Yer so pretty...So irresistible.” he cooed, letting out a long sigh.

Soft moans escaped your lips as his throbbing cock pushed on your clit over the layers of clothing, he pushed his hips up making you bite your lips in pleasure.

You could cum from this, and to be honest he could too. You were driving him insane and if he didn’t went inside of you he might just ruin his favorite shorts.

“Fuck, baby, just want to fuck ya.” he groaned, raising his hips before quickly taking down his shorts, a big bulge on his tight underwear.

You sighed and he laughed softly “Gettin’ hungry? Yer lookin’ at my dick as if ya didn’t had it inside of ya yesterday.” he smirked, taking off his underwear.

“Oh, you’re not the one to talk, ‘tsumu.” you rolled your eyes, he bit his lip.

“Yer so damn right.” he pushed your skirt up until his hand reached your panties, he moved them aside and ran one finger through your pussy “So wet.” he mumbled, feeling himself getting harder.

You were gonna open your mouth to tell him to shut up when so suddenly you felt all his length going inside of you in one go.

“Shit!” you whined, your head falling on his shoulder.

“‘m sorry, doll, sorry.” he rubbed your back before he started pushing inside of you, desperately searching for your warmth.

His hand wrapped around your hair, stroking it and pulling it back, making you expose your neck so he could bury himself on it.

He bit and sucked your skin, wanting to leave marks everywhere possible. You smelled so good, it was intoxicating and it was driving him crazy.

His thrusts were fast but they never failed to reach the best places. Usually he took his time teasing you, but right now it seemed like all his self control had disappeared.

“Fuck. Ya have no idea of how much I love ya.” he whimpered, his pace only getting faster, your skins clapping against each other.

You felt his teeth dig on that soft spot where your neck and shoulders connected, you moaned embarrassingly loudly, and hoped no one heard you.

The car seat squeaked under you, but you couldn’t hear it over Atsumu’s grunts and moans.

“My god, ‘tsumu.” you moaned, gripping his shoulders.

“Yes. Keep sayin’ my name like that.” he groaned, his movements became more urgent “‘m just there, doll, wait for me.”

You felt your own orgasm building up, and Atsumu had stopped kissing your skin long ago, he was just buried on your neck, panting as he pounded into you.

“Say that ya love me.” he mumbled, barely hearable “Please.”

“I love you, ‘tsumu.” you moaned, hand wrapping around his blonde locks of hair “I love you so much.”

He moaned out loud, gripping your waist hard enough to probably leave a bruise “‘m gonna cum inside ya, baby. Yeah. Fill ya up? Yer gonna look so pretty drippin’ with my cum, don’t ya think?”

You nodded frenetically, but you weren’t even sure if he saw you or felt you nodding.

His teeth dug onto your skin as he came inside of you, rubbing your clit to make sure you came too.

Both of you were panting, quietly enjoying of each other’s warmth. Atsumu rubbed circles on your back and planted kisses on your neck murmuring about how much he love you and how good you smelled.

God bless that perfume.

Thinking about you and bakugo dating and the rankings coming out right before yall wake up so you check and you see he went from #3 to #1! So you wake him up saying “good morning to the number 1 pro hero in japan~” and he doesn’t think he just says good morning but then it hits him like a ton of bricks, he’s been #3 for a year now so hearing that woke him right up after processing it

“You’re lying” but then you showed him on your phone and he jumped screaming “FUCKING FINALLY” your smiling because he’s work so hard and to see him finally get to this point so seeing him finally get to his main goal really makes you happy you don’t even care about your rank all that matters is him in this moment but to him it’s something different, he can see your still upset an something and it’s bugging him and you can tell.

“What’s wrong Kat?” “What’s your rank?” He knows you were and still are working just as hard as him but haven’t move from the lower 10’s in the rankings, yea sometimes you have to remind him to take breaks but you work into you pass out no matter what even if it is taking a toll on your body.

“It doesn’t matter-“ “yes it does now tell me what is it?” You sigh “17” you mumble under your breath

“17!?!?! WHAT BULLSHIT IS THAT-“

“can we just be happy your number 1 please…” he sees that your drained and don’t want to talk about it anymore so he just leaves it for now but he definitely talks to the head of the hero society about it and got you pushed up a couple rankings.

俺もお前で、お前も俺で！？

Author: さんぱ

Pairing: Kageyama Tobio/Kageyama Tobio (R-18)

21 pages

Please be considerate not to repost without permission

Relationship: Miya Atsumu x reader

Summary: Miya Atsumu will always love you even if you change your looks. It’s just that sometimes, he doesn’t know if that change will satisfy his own personal agendas.

Content: fluff, a lil’ bit of angst, suggestive at the end. Brief mention of insecurity and self-doubt. 

Warning: reader previously has long hair and now they cut it short (just above the shoulders)

Word Count: 0.6k words

From Elle: Welcome to the club, Miya Atsumu! This is the very first time I wrote something for him. Well, this isn’t actually the first storyline for him but I’m still trying to flesh that one out so here’s a short fic for starters. This is also the first time I wrote a slight suggestive content so please bear with my amateurish writing. Enjoy reading! 

“Y-ya cut your hair?“ A little bit of disappointment and shock is written on your boyfriend’s face.

You touched the once long hair you have. Smoothing the strands and checking yourself in the mirror. “Why? You don’t like it?” you said, pouting while eyeing Miya Atsumu.

“Why would ya cut your hair? Baby, are you moving on from me?“ You laughed at his dramatic notion reminding yourself that when you started dating Atsumu, you also signed up to be putting up with his dramas. 

“Atsumu, don’t you think you’re being overdramatic? I didn’t cut it too short, plus it is also summer, so it’d be such a relief for me.“

“But… but…“ you ignored your boyfriend’s whining. You don’t understand why he’s like that when he has always been supportive of your looks and OOTD. When Atsumu went to his practice, you decided to have a change of hairstyle, giggling every now and then at the salon while imagining your boyfriend’s reaction. Now that you’ve seen his response, a small part of you was discouraged, but you just shrugged it off.

“Know what? You’re not just used to seeing me in short hair Tsum, give it some time, and you’ll get used to it.“

Except Atsumu is not getting used to it. 

While watching your scheduled movie marathon, he would glance at you every minute and stare longingly at your hair. His hands run through those strands, and you hear him sigh after that. It went on for hours. You start to become restless, and insecurity begins to plague your thoughts.

Was my hair really that bad? Does Tsumu love women with long hair?

You were so busy thinking that you didn’t notice Atsumu seeing your distressed face. He knows what’s going on in your mind, so he’ll stop you before it gets to you.

“Y/n, I love your new look. I swear–“

Tears were threatening to fall from your eyes, “It doesn’t seem that way Tsumu, because ever since you saw me, I’ve noticed that disappointed look on your face.“ you said quietly. You don’t want to cry because when you do? You have difficulty speaking because it’s as if your throat tightens and your nose clogged easily, making it hard for you to breathe. So what you did is to choke back your sob and hug yourself tightly.

Even when he’s beside you, Atsumu is quick to press you on his chest and mutter a string of apologies reassuring you that it’s not what you think it is.

“I swear, baby, I love you and your new look with my whole being.“ he muttered while pressing a kiss on your head.

“Then, if it’s not what I think it is, what’s making you so restless about my hair, Tsumu?“your boyfriend started to open his mouth and close it again. Trying hard to form the right words to say. Then, all of a sudden, his cheeks began dusting pink hues, then it spread on his nose, then ears, and lastly, to his neck.

“I swear to god y/n… it’s just that…“ you stared at your Tsumu with confusion. His face and his body language look like someone punched his gut. 

Atsumu closed his eyes and breathed four times, then he carefully grabbed a fistful of your hair and started bobbing your head… up and down… like he’s assessing something - hmmmm some of your hair are slipping from his hands. You did not understand what he was doing until it dawned on you a second later. All sadness disappears from your body, leaving you with nothing but embarrassment.

“MIYA ATSUMU, YOU HORNY FUCK!!!“

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private lessons

pairing: inunaki shion x fem!reader x meian shuugo word count: 2.2k, nsfw, 18+, mdni or I'll call ur parents written for: @xmyshya's three collab + my own underrated character collab! thanks to: @krystalgaia for looking this over <3

When Inunaki walked into practice that morning, Meian immediately knew something was off. The usual cheery libero was lost in his own head, making mistakes on plays he usually had no problem with. He apologized quietly before excusing himself to the locker room, and Coach Foster asked Meian to go talk with him.

Inunaki stood over the sink, splashing his face a few times when Meian approached.

“Everything good?”

“Yeah… yeah, sorry,” Inunaki replied, ruffling his hair a bit to fix his wet bangs. “It’s nothing.”

“Doesn’t seem like nothing,” Meian commented, leaning against one of the lockers as he looked down at the libero. “Is there something on your mind? Anything I can do to help?”

Inunaki looked like he was chewing on gum with how he clenched and unclenched his jaw. There was a long pause before the answer burst from the libero’s mouth.

“My girlfriend says I’m no good at oral.”

Oh.

Are you looking for a positive, healthy place to discuss sex? LOOK NO FURTHER!

Are you looking forward to know more about sex without being judged? CUM RIGHT IN!

Are you sick and tired of men who just use you for their own pleasure? Leave you high and dry? Men who religiously follow the usual “bust a nut and leave the hut”?

Fear no more, and buckle up as the dancers of Haikyuu In The Club pitched in together to form the Haikyuu University Sex Education Club for its first ever sex ed collab, where we provide quality sex education for everyone! We welcome you with open arms (and legs!), along with the esteemed board and members of the HU Sex Education Club.

All the applications and sessions will be held live by June 1st, and if any of the links are not up by then, they’re just taking their time slow and steady ;)

President: Shinsuke Kita ✖ @anime-nymph

Vice-President: Tetsuroo Kuroo ✖ @kurinoot

Chairperson: Tooru Oikawa ✖ @kurosukii

Secretary: Taichi Kawanishi ✖ @semisgroupie

Treasurer: Keiji Akaashi ✖ @meiansmistress​

Atsumu Miya ✖ @haikyutiehoe​

Kiyoomi Sakusa ✖ @viixens​

Kotaro Bokuto ✖ @seita​

Osamu Miya ✖ @catharticvillains​

Rintaro Suna ✖ @tetsurouskuro​

All the works in here are the original works of its respective creators. Please do not repost it anywhere or use it for content like asmr without the consent of the respective authors © 2021 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. banner by @kurinoot​

✿ inspired by a lovely, early morning walk i took this weekend and this hozier playlist of mine ✿

fem!reader, wc: 0.8k

tsumu: good morning! :) you up for a little walk?

The message takes you by surprise. It’s early, far too early for even Atsumu to be up, especially on his day off. You stare at it for a long second.

tsumu: it’s totally okay, if not! just wanted to talk about something is all… let me know!

You’ve been dancing along the edge of something with Atsumu for the last few weeks, toeing the line between exclusivity and a relationship but never defining what exactly you were to each other. You weren’t seeing anyone else, and neither was he, as far as you knew anyway; and yet the next step hasn’t been taken. Was he about to send you packing? Let you down easy? Your mind swirls with worst-case scenarios, and you have to take a deep breath to stop yourself from spiraling. You’ve dealt with those blows before, and you really don’t want to endure them again. Not with Atsumu.

You watch the three little typing dots appear and disappear twice before you can finally bring yourself to respond with a casual, “sounds nice! where’d you wanna go?”

His response is immediate.

tsumu: there’s a path by my apartment… real easy.

Your thumbs hover over the keyboard.

tsumu: breakfast after is my treat :)

you: i’ll meet you at your place

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it’s valentine’s day, you clown

cw: 1.2k wc, blank blogs don't interact, something something your volleyball superstar boyfriend tooru flies home to surprise you only to pass out on your bed, this is my first ever hq fic and it's a complete coincidence that it's about him please be nice and don't make any assumptions

thank you @moondust-lore for reading this 🤍

His breathing stays regular and quiet as you crawl onto the mattress. Your bed is still somehow comically small and far from ideal to accomodate that unique ensemble of long limbs, sturdy muscles and swooping brown hair. Yet his sleep is serene, features relaxed that fill your chest with warmth that almost prompts your fingers to run through smooth locks. How have they not been rendered thicker or dry by the sea salt yet?

You’re careful as you snuggle closer to his broad back, not really wanting to wake him up. A small smile creeps onto your lips at the thought of how tired he must’ve been, couldn’t even bother to properly slip underneath the covers, knocked out in seconds. Flying all the way to Japan, travelling for almost 24 full hours to surprise someone must do that to a person.

seeing atsumu lying comfortably on his back on the shared bed while the soft morning sun shines on him makes you feel a certain way. you're not sure what- maybe seeing how content and relaxed he is, but you slowly padded over to him.

feeling your presence, atsumu lower down his phone that he was scrolling on and looked over to you. his brown eyes- slightly hooded, was gentle and full of adoration as he focuses on you.

"come 'ere, baby." he taps on his chest twice before extending his arms out to you and wait for your approach.

not one to reject any chances to be as close to him as possible, you eagerly approach his awaiting arms (and chest) and plopped your body on top of his, sighing contently when his arms bring you closer against his warm chest.

"hmm, this feels nice." you give a small peck to his pecs because scooting up further to burrow your face against his neck. the subtle scent of his cologne combined with his natural body musk got you inhaling once and twice more.

"what are ya, a werewolf?" atsumu chuckles before kissing the top of your head, rubbing your back up and down gently.

feeling tempted, you bite him on the juncture of his neck and shoulder, making him flinch a little. "there, now i've marked you as my mate."

"baby, that scared me! well now it should match the one i gave ya on yer inner thigh last ni-" you quickly covered his mouth, feeling your cheeks get a little hot thinking about the exact moment he was referring to.

"hush!" you whined before burrowing your face even more.

laughing heartily, atsumu shifted the hand that was caressing your back to stroke your hair instead.

"i love ya, baby." atsumu drop a few kisses to your head and temples- practically anywhere he can reach.

"iloveyoutoo" you mumbled against his skin, still shy from his earlier remarks.

"what was that, baby?" oh, he's definitely teasing you. you could practically hear him grinning.

grumbling, you unwillingly retreat from your warm sanctuary against his neck to say "i. love. you." kissing his lips after every word before going back to hide your face once more.

giggling- atsumu literally giggles, he squeezes you even closer causing you to whine and grunt before he releases you a tad bit.

"yer so cute, lemme bite ya on the other inner thigh to matc-"

"quiet!"