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drabble requests hmmmmmm........... if we talkin haikyuu atsumu bein super soft n cuddly and laying on his gf... u already know who this is

ayeeeeee yass bish i know who dis is

i kinda... changed ur request. soz bby!!! :))))

Your relationship with Atsumu Miya is completely physical. 

An unwritten agreement.

You help him destress after tough games, and he’s the guy you call on when your married-up friends wanna go on group dates with their spouses.

His phone calls are far more common that your own, to say the least. He’s lucky if you spring an event on him once every couple of months, but your phone buzzes at least twice a week. At least.

You do your best not to read too much into it.

You have to.

Tonight, however, was one of those very rare occasions; a friend’s wedding.

He’s a favourite among the girls, charming and witty with that drawl that makes them grin into their glasses of wine, send you those looks of both approval and jealousy. It doesn’t hurt that he’s gorgeous in a suit— out of it, too— and he knows how to dance; can lift you and spin you, and always takes the lead.

He’s hilarious during the Cha Cha Slide, too.

Half way through the reception he offers to call an uber. A big hand draws along your exposed shoulders, and he dips down to whisper in your ear.

“Your introvert batteries need chargin’, babe.”

Goosebumps colour your skin, but you try not to let him affect you as much as he does because it’s not real. And as soon as you leave the reception, he’s going home anyway. He always does.

Still, you head back to your place, but to your surprise, he gets out of the car, too.

“Hey, it’s my night, Miya.” You laugh, sending him half a glare. He meets your eyes and raises his brows, that lopsided grin spreading his lips as he shrugs.

“Can’t come up and watch a movie with my favourite girl?” He asks, draping his arm across your shoulders as you reach the steps to the apartment building. “No sex, I swear.”

You take a quick breath in through your teeth and slink out of his hold, suddenly standoffish. “Look, Miya, if you’re looking for someone to warm your bed, you should call someone else.” 

His grin slips from his face, brows furrowing. “Who else would I call? You’re my gal.” He says confidently, hands making home on his hips.

“I’m not your ‘gal’.” You sigh and drop your gaze to your feet, feeling a headache coming on.

You’re not. Not that you’ve actually spoken about it with him, but that wasn’t in the agreement at all.

“Hate to break it to ya, babe, but ya are.” He says, taking a step towards you, tilting your chin up with a single finger, making you meet his gaze. “The fact that ya think I’ve got other girls on speed dial is insulting though, I’ll give ya that.” He doesn’t look mad, a little impressed, if anything.

Like he knows. He knows all he has to do is ask you for something and you crinkle like a cheap suit.

“Right... Mr Pro Volleyball Player only gets his kicks from one mind-twenties office girl, sure.” You roll your eyes. But you do wanna invite him up. You do because you like him a lot, and you believe him when he pours his soul out to you. He’s never lied before.

“Hey now, you give me all the kicks I could ever ask for.” He says scoldingly, but there’s a smirk on his face. “And I ain’t even askin’ for that tonight; just a movie on the couch, some snuggles.”

That makes you chuckle. “Snuggles?”

“Yeah, I’m a snuggly guy.” He shrugs, pulling you against him, hands snaking from your hips to your lower back, his lips pressing against your forehead. “Besides, you can’t get rid’a me now, your friends like me too much.”

“Do they, though?” You ask sceptically, voice thick with sarcasm.

“Of course, I’m a perfect boyfriend.” He gloats, watching your face fall at the label.

Boyfriend?

“Atsumu-”

“What? Ya don’t want me? Mean.” He pouts, but he dips down to press a kiss to the side of your face, your hands trailing up his lapels to hold his shoulders.

“N-no, I mean- I don’t not want you, I just-”

“So it’s official then? I can finally tell my brother I made you fall for me?” His nose nudges yours enough for face to tilt upwards, for his lips to caress yours gently. 

“We can iron out the kinks upstairs.” You breathe against his mouth. “My feet are killing me.”

Without any warning, you’re picked up bridal style, a yelp falling from your lips. “Kinks? I promised no sex, baby, but I can be convinced.”

@gulfwanq :P