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THEY KISS YOU DURING AN ARGUMENT — HAIKYUU

feat — timeskip!atsumu, mattsun, osamu, iwaizumi + suna.

warnings — 16+ suggestive content. slight choking in suna’s w a thigh slap + a little oral fixation in samu’s. female leaning petnames + just some rough making out.

note — i posted this on another blog maybe like last month? before moving to this one but i wanna keep it with me so i’m posting it here now, sorry it’s been a bit!

ఌ ATSUMU the reason you’d both been arguing had been long forgotten, but you were both too stubborn to back down as you stood infront of each other. “you’re a fucking asshole, atsumu.” “don’t act like yer much better, princess.” “oh fuck off, miya.” you snap, and atsumu chuckles dryly, his eyes darkening as he approaches you slowly, your feet carrying you backwards until your back meets the wall, his hand resting beside your head as his lips ghost over yours “that’s not ma fuckin’ name.” you would’ve whimpered if atsumu’s lips didn’t smash against yours instead, his bigger body slamming you back against the wall as his hands harshly grope the flesh of your ass. you feel your knees buckle at the way his tongue slides messily along your own before he sucks it into his mouth. “ts-tsumu.” you whine “hnghhh—fuck, there ya go, baby, that’s more like it.” atsumu groans, wrapping your thighs around his waist as he pulls your bottom lip between his teeth, before moving to suck on the sensitive skin on your jawline, his tongue smoothing over the newly raised marks that he leaves behind. “let me hear ya say that again, angel.”

ఌ MATTSUN his brows furrowed as you stood before him, arms folded over your chest before you roll your eyes at the indifference on his face. “you’re not listening to me, issei.” you huff and issei’s head falls back against the couch, as he runs a tired hand down his face with a sigh. “we’re not getting anywhere, i mean there’s no point even trying to talk to you, matsukawa.” “is that right?” issei drawls, and you roll your eyes at his smooth tone before turning to leave, only to feel yourself being pulled back as your boyfriend rises from his spot, only sitting back again with you pressed tightly against him— his hand resting against the back of your neck. you feel something familiar replace the anger in your stomach when you feel his mouth roughly moving against your own, his fingers tightening—pushing you closer, groaning before he pulls away with a smirk on his swollen lips, only for his hand to move to tangle in your hair, yanking your head back as he places sloppy, chaste kisses up your neck “come on, babygirl. how about you let me make it up to you, hmmm?”

ఌ OSAMU you were in his office as he glares at you, your back pressed against his desk. “you need to rest, samu.” “and a told ya, a cant. ya agreed ta this when ya married me.” “all i want is a fucking minute of your time.” you snap, and a silence falls over the room when your voice raises. you feel your breathing hitch when you notice samu approaching you, his eyes darker now from what you can see under his cap, but all your thoughts melt away when you feel his tongue forcefully slide past your lips to taste your own. your mind feels hazy, trying to focus on his deep groans against you before he leans forward to swipe the paperwork off of his desk behind you, hands grabbing your thighs to lift you ontop afterwards as his body cages you against it. “s-samu—“ you whine, your words cut off as he pulls away, his tongue suddenly replaced by his fingers as stuffs two inside your mouth. “be good and keep that pretty mouth of yers quiet, angel.” samu groans while you nod in reply, your tongue sliding over the digits and you watch his swollen lips part as he groans deeply, leaning over you once more. “shit—so good, ya were fuckin’ made for me.”

ఌ IWAIZUMI got jealous, he trusted you but something about the way you giggled at oikawa’s jokes really irked him today. both of you return home and hajime slams the door behind you both, finally causing you to blow “what’s your fucking problem, iwa?” “don’t fucking piss me off.” “or what? gonna pout about it?” your teasing tone immediately drops when you feel your back slam against the door behind you, iwaizumi’s eyes are darker this time as his hands grab your wrists, pinning them beside you while he moves to bite at the sensitive spot on your neck before smoothing it over with his tongue. “you better watch that fucking mouth, doll.” you open your mouth to reply, but instead his lips latch onto your own— his tongue not giving you a chance to think, never mind speak as it slides along your own. your back arches against his chest as he groans into the kiss, only pulling away to scoff while you whine at the loss, before iwaizumi takes both of your wrists in one hand in favour of roughly grabbing your jaw instead. “you know he’ll never make you feel as fucking good as i do.”

ఌ SUNA glared at you tiredly as he lay back on his forearms “do you not have anything to say, rintarō?” suna only scoffs, rolling his eyes before he eventually speaks “are you done?” and you want to scream, but before you can you feel yourself stumbling towards him, his slender fingers moving to the base of your neck as you fall into his lap. you could whimper at the heated look he’s giving you, but you feel the tension in your shoulders melt when his lips meet yours instead, hearing him groan deeply as his tongue sloppily slides over your own at a lazy pace, one that always has you whimpering against him before he pulls away, admiring the hazy look in your eyes while you feel his fingers tighten around your throat. “still so pretty for being such a fucking brat.” suna drawls, and the slight loss of oxygen has your heart hammering against your chest as you almost stumble over an apology. his lips move to ghost yours once more causing you to whimper, his free hand moving to slap the flesh of your thigh before he smooths over the red skin “where’s that attitude now, huh?”

“CAT GOT MY TONGUE.” [A. MIYA]

❥ afab reader, atsumu loves to eat pussy, oral (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), orgasm denial, pet names

❥ atsumu eats pussy to get you to shut up. also, the answer to the doors vs wheels question is obviously WHEELS.

Both you and your boyfriend had a very interesting relationship. Often, you would find yourself bickering with the setter; from the most frivolous topics to topics don’t even concern both of you — this includes tv shows, the colour of an orange to shit like gossip and people in your social lives. It was what made you both all the more endearing to each other; the intense, thrilling thought of who the hell is going to shut the hell up first?

Your first introduction to this man was as unceremonious as your relationship. You were a student studying law while he was the infamous setter who won the hearts of many; teachers, women, coaches. In this University, he was a star. Atsumu Miya was an individual that you knew wasn’t the best influence. As charming as he was with the people outside of the campus, he was an idiotic and awfully endearing bastard.

In the end, he would be your idiotic and awfully endearing bastard.

Except, not at this moment as the man argued with you — this trivial topic that his right wing, Shouyo brought up — about the question: “Are there more wheels or doors in the world?” Syllable after syllable, whine after whine, you didn’t know what irritated you more. The fact that Atsumu’s evidence was disgustingly general or that his response was—

“—doors! There ‘re more doors in the world, babe,” the blond man runs a hand through his messy locks as he follows you to your kitchen, “they’re literally everywhere as we speak, the answer is doors.”

Rolling your eyes, you pour yourself a cup of coffee as you think about what you’ll do to Shouyo once you see him. It’s his fault that Atsumu is so persistent! With a scoff, you shake your head. “Kitchen cabinets do not count as doors, ‘Tsumu!”

“And doorknobs do not count as wheels!” Atsumu counters.

“What classified as wheels is that if they can rotate a full 360,” you respond within a heartbeat, “this includes screws and gears and fans!”

You didn’t know what you wanted to do at this moment, ignore the man you unfortunately love for the rest of day or continue on with this fruitless debate. One thing was certain: Atsumu would not shut up until you’ve admitted defeat, thus you will not be going with the latter.

“Yeah?” Atsumu challenges, grabbing your hips before making you do a twirl, causing you to drop your coffee on the ground as you yelp at his sudden gesture. What was this idiot thinking?! “What about you, then? Do you count as a wheel?”

You furrow your brows — absolutely appalled by his logical but unsound premise! — as your mind progressively searched for a suitable explanation, your gaze traveling from his celestial features to the way his large hands seemed to press hardly against the bare skin of your hips. You only wore a large t-shirt, belonging to the man himself (which was a result of last night’s endeavors). With no underwear or bottom, you could feel air rush between your legs as he steps back to pick up the broken glass beneath your feet.

Atsumu, noticing your silence, purses his lips immediately as you seemed frozen on the spot. “Fuck, I broke your favourite mug. ‘M sorry, sweetheart.”

If this were any other person, hearing Atsumu Miya call you that nickname would astound them. After all, you both have created that reputable name as the “bickering couple.” Upon hearing his short apology, however, it was not the mug that you were thinking about, your eyes fall to the way his short hair bounced on his head as he cleaned up the mess beneath your feet, completely oblivious with the way you push yourself back on the kitchen counter to watch him clean the mess.

As if noticing the quietude that fall upon the atmosphere of your small kitchen, Atsumu looks up, his eyes flickering to the way you briefly pull down the shirt in attempt to be modest. He smirks, “what? Cat got yer tongue?” He finishes the clean up beneath your feet then strides toward you — long, muscled legs evident beneath the sun-bathed room.

You force yourself to look away, immediately remembering your previous battle with him… what was it, again? Doors or wheels? The boy merely chuckled at your adorable reaction, looking as if your overwhelmed stance entertained him deeply.

“Shut up you—” you attempt to speak, with a rumbling tone. However, Atsumu presses his body against yours and you could feel everything. The way his bulge pressed against your legs, his large fingers tickling your sides, and his lips against your own. What was he trying to do? Assert dominance by shutting you up? Not on your watch. “You’re just stupid, ‘Tsumu. The logical answer will always be wheels.” You click your tongue, making your way to the living room where the blond setter followed closely behind.

“Are you really using Ad Hominem to argue my claims?” He pouts, wrapping his thick arms around your shoulders from behind. “Yer just mad that you don’t have anything else to support your argument, babe. I win— it’s doors.” You groan, but that sound turned to a small gasp when the man buried his nose into your neck, kissing your skin slowly.

Immediately, you grab a fistful of hair as he continues his oral pursuits on your neck. “Hm? Are you trying to distract me, right now?” You try to counter, but your legs weakly rub together as he grabs your neck from behind you, gently caressing your skin as he kisses your chin.

“You’ve got me all wrong, love,” he huffs while jumping over the couch so he could hold you, “it’s the other way ‘round— you’re distractin’ me.”

He takes your waist, holding you tightly against him. Atsumu locks his mouth against yours, his fingers tangling in your hair. Immediately, he was poisoned by the flavor of your honey tongue. It was absurdly intoxicating, a drug he would never get used to. You sighed against Atsumu’s mouth as your hands moved to the curvature of his neck, pulling lightly on the base of his hair. One of his strong arms wrapped around your waist, pressing your body against his with undeniable desire, concupiscence.

His lips begin to venture down your neck, to your clear shoulders, before he’s sliding up the oversized shirt that you wore— his shirt— and whistling when his golden eyes meet your bare cunt. “Awe, no panties? Were you waiting for me to fuck you raw, is that what? Were you tryin’ to rile me up with the stupid wheels or doors argument?” He almost cooed and you feel embarrassment rush up into your countenance as you shut your legs in response to his taunts.

“You were the one who started the thing,” you grunted, feeling vulnerable under his droopy gaze, “don’t you put words in my mouth…” Your strong tone turns into jelly as soon as Atsumu presses his lips inside your thighs — so close to your core, yet too far to get that satisfaction that you so yearned for.

His breath was warm and heavy against your skin, making your flesh tingle in a mixture of desire and anticipation. “Feels good, baby?” He asked teasingly, his deep voice reverberating inside your chest like distant drums. Outside of the bedroom, the usage of that nickname would have made you furious but, at that moment, it only made you melt further into his touches. “Want me to go on, hm?”

You groan, shamelessly bucking your hips into his face. “Ugh… shut the— hah— up…” A whimper dared to escaped your roseate lips as soon as he begins humming — the vibrations travelling all over your body as his mouth kissed the path up your leg, his lips slowly touching the sensitivity of your clit. Such simple contact was enough for you to moan out his name, hand flying to hold onto his hair tightly, “fuck! Atsumu!” You throw your head back, hitting the hard rest of the couch as the man begins to flatten and lick you — in a treacherously slow pace — on your pussy. You begin to jolt at his advances, which lead to him holding you down with his large hands.

"You seem so eager," Atsumu jests. He stops momentarily, resting his head on your thigh as his eyes meet your clouded own. "Tell me you want more, doll."

“Please" seemed to be the only thing you could muster, your voice bordering on a whisper. You didn't think it would be this easy for Atsumu to turn you on. His voice was velvet, he movements were with grace, and god, his eyes peering towards you from below might have been enough to—

“C-cum!" You arch your back. " I'm gunna— d-don’t stop, ‘Tsumu, I swear to God if you s-stop, fuck!—” Atsumu lifts his head, your essence plastering his lips as he flicks his tongue over your substances while cockily smiling. Sure, he had a hard bulge tightly hugging his all-too-thin shorts, but the only thing that you concerned yourself with at this moment was the fact that he had stopped before you came, making you raise your voice in a whine as you pathetically buck your hips in the air. “W-Why did you stop?! I was close!” You almost cry out, throwing your head back in defeat.

With a tilt of his head, he chuckles, “cat got my tongue.”

That cheeky bastard, you were going to kill him for sure!

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