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atsumu’s not going to college.

it’s not what he wants, and it’s not a requirement for his plans for the future. he has a one track road set for going pro in the volleyball industry, and he has no plans for detours slowing him down.

that was always “the plan”, and you were not part of it — you were always going to college, and you were going to spend the full time there making sure your future’s on the right track.

that’s why he broke up with you.

the two years he spent with you throughout high school gone down the drain the second he decided this would be better for him — and he feels like he’s wrong, because he still checks on you when you’re not looking — but atsumu’s dead set on the fact that he’ll only slow you down if he kept you with him.

or so, until now.

“atsumu, it’s two in the morning.” you tell him, your yawns coming in a drip drop motion as you try to understand what he’s doing in front of you right now.

it’s been two weeks since you last saw him — two weeks since the breakup — two weeks of no calls, texts or even acknowledgements from in between classes or study halls.

but now he’s here, standing on your doorstep, and you’re not really sure if you want him to be.

atsumu tells you, “i have a solution.”

“it’s two in the morning.” you remind him again.

and he only repeats, “i have a solution.”

your eyebrows furrow, “do you want to come inside?”

“no,” he shakes his head, his nose red from the cold, and he tells you, “you have to listen to me.”

you bring your arms up to your chest, not feeling so warm yourself, and you hate that he chose to do on the coldest night of the month.

you tell him, “i can listen to you inside.”

and he only replies, “i have a solution.

and you frown, “so we’re not going inside.”

you have no idea what he’s talking about, all you know is that you’re still upset with him for ghosting you right after breaking up with you, and you’re not sure if you’re ready to forgive him for that yet.

you sigh, “why are you here?”

and he nods, “because i can get a job — i’ll work on the volleyball thing most hours of the day — but whenever i’m free, i can take shifts in the local café near your campus.”

you cut him off, “wait — my campus?”

“yeah,” atsumu nods, “i checked, and they have an opening and i can totally get a job there.”

atsumu? with a job? at a cafe? you can’t even put it to words, but you’re unsure when he visited your campus, unsure why he’s even doing all this in the first place.

“a job?” you raise a brow, “why do you need a job?”

atsumu ignores your question, shivering as the cold hits him, his breath turning white as it leaves his mouth, and he continues, in a frantic fit, “i have a car, it’s for my 20th birthday but my dad agreed he can give it to me early — and i have a lot saved up so there’s that for an apartment too.”

you’ve never seen atsumu be so nervous, you’ve seen him before his games and after his losses, but he’s never looked like this — never looked so worried.

“slow down.” you break through his endless string of sentences, your eyebrows furrowing as you’re still so confused and lost of what’s going on, and you say, “it’s two am.”

atsumu doesn’t respond.

you touch his arm, “have you slept?”

he feels silly — this is the first time you’ve seen him in two weeks and he must look insane to you already. he doesn’t care, he’s tired, he misses you, he’s been missing you for two weeks, and he hasn’t stopped.

atsumu looks at you, “i don’t want to break up with you.”

you stare back at him, blinking profusely as if trying to make of the situation, and your heart softens as easily as it leaps — because you didn’t want to break up with him either.

he still looks frantic, like he’s a second away to pull his hair out, and you’d offer to let him inside the house one more time, but you’ve got a strong feeling that he’d just say no again.

“i have the place, the car, the job — you have college and i’ll have my volleyball — and i know this isn’t what we planned, but i have the solution and i really think we can make this work.” atsumu tells you all of this, a straight (frantic) tone coming through his words, he catches his breath, and he’s ready to talk to you again.

but your eyes are gentle, “what are you talking about?”

he looks at you, like he’s nervous to be looking at you, a huge lump in his throat the he needs to be swallowing down soon since he’s gone too long without speaking — and he’s nervous, because this situation earns him every right to be nervous.

he’s only 20, unsure of every decision he’s making towards his future, but he’s just spent the last two weeks without you, and the first real thing he’s realized is that there’d be nothing worse than that.

the night is cold.

atsumu stares, “will you marry me?”

— 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 + 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬.

characters: bokuto, daishou, goshiki, matsukawa, meian

a/n: *yelling like a hawker* big breeder balls! get your big breeder balls here!

content warnings for each character at the beginning of their respective section!

contains 18+ content. minors dni or i will cry.

— 𝐛𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐨.

cw: cumplay, multiple orgasms, daddy kink, princess (cunt) used once (1)

he's almost scared to let you touch his balls— they're so big, so heavy, so fucking sensitive

it all comes to a head one day when you find him curled up in bed, hand running feather-light over his balls as he sobs and twitches

the towel under his hips is nearly soaked through with the amount of cum that he's milked from himself, and you have to consciously prevent yourself from walking over and licking it all up

he's a little mortified that you've walked in to see him like this, but you soon show him just how much you love his fat balls, situating yourself between his thick thighs and lapping over his cum-covered skin

he loses track of how much he cums that night, but when he wakes up, he's shocked at how good it feels for his balls to be empty— he's dealt with the heavy fullness for so long that he didn't even realize how much it hurt until you helped him out

what he doesn't realize (and he quickly discovers) is that the relief only lasts for a couple of hours before his balls feel uncomfortably tight and achy again

what else can he do but ask his baby to help him out again?

the sensitive underside of bokuto's shaft drags against your nose, and you nearly pass out from arousal when a growl rips from his chest. you've always loved it when your daddy rides your face— his thighs make perfect earmuffs, his cock rests nice and heavy against your cheek, and his balls are so nice to suck on. plus, you get to make your daddy feel good, and there's truly no better feeling in the world.

"fuck, princess— you're making daddy's balls feel so good, so good— take it, take it, take it—" bokuto humps your face, relentless in his pursuit of pleasure. "'m gonna cum again—!"

sure enough, his cum splatters across your face, adding to the mess that he'd made with his previous orgasms, and he bucks his hips weakly, drawing out his pleasure as long as he can. his thick thighs bracket your face, and the smell of his musk makes your eyes roll back in your head. he's dizzyingly hot as he drags his balls over your face and smears his cum all over your skin, and you think you could die happy like this.

his balls twitch once, twice, against the desperate laving of your tongue, and he groans, the sound rumbling through your body, before he pulls off. the whine you let out is mortifying—or it would be, if you were any less aroused.

"daddy, why'd you take them away?" you pout as he crawls off your face, and he grins, settling himself between your legs and licking a line of his own cum off your cheek. his big, rough hands spread you wide, and you're suddenly aware of how exposed you are, how filthy you look. the heated drag of his gaze over your drooling pussy doesn't help the slight sting of humiliation, but the way he teases the head of his leaking cock over your slit makes your brain shudder and shut down, all worries forgotten in favor of focusing on how good the tip of his fat cock feels between your lips.

"i had to save some cum for my sweet little princess cunt, didn't i?" he pushes in, and you're lost to the delicious, overwhelming stretch of his cock against your plush walls. "after all, what kind of daddy would i be if i didn't breed you full?"

— 𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮.

cw: cockwarming, slight consensual somnophilia, cumplay, daddy kink

he likes it when you keep his balls warm his your mouth, especially when his cock is soft

he just thinks it's so cute how your eyes go hazy and blissed-out as you mouth over his sensitive skin

the way you nuzzle against the undersize of his soft cock is even cuter, and needless to say, he doesn't stay soft for long

it becomes a weekend routine between the two of you, and he loves how casual it feels to put on some movie that you both love and push you between his thick thighs

sometimes, you'll fall asleep with his balls in your mouth, and he can't help but think you look absolutely beautiful, eyelids fluttering and face illuminated by the soft light of the television

he'll gently shake you awake as he cums all over your face— he can't resist how you blink up at him, all dazed and sleepy, as he coats your face in his thick, sticky seed

don't worry— he'll help you clean it up after, pulling you into his lap and licking your face clean even as his cock throbs inside of you

he'll cum again with the taste of his own cum on his tongue, his cock as deep inside you as he can get it

he always tells you that those are the best orgasms— nothing feels better to him than getting to breed his baby nice and full

"suguru?" you're aware of something heavy and warm falling out of your mouth at the words, and something inside of your mourns the loss even as you blink up at him, slightly disoriented. upon second glance, you realize that you've fallen asleep on his balls again, and you sigh, nuzzling your face back into his lap and letting his precum smear over your cheek.

"good morning, baby." daishou's hand pets gently over your hair, but his voice is strained as you take his balls back into your mouth where they belong. "or technically, good evening."

you're not too worried about the technicalities of time— not when his balls are so warm and full in your mouth, and his cock is so nice and heavy across your face— so you hum in response, eyes fluttering back closed at his choked groan. "mmmm."

it's nice. you don't have to worry about much when you're like this. all you need to focus on is maintaining the gentle suction around your boyfriend's balls and luxuriating in the deep, breathy groans that rumble through his chest.

"what a good pet," he murmurs. "hand?"

hand—? oh. you reach your hand up for him, and he laces your fingers together tightly as the sensitive underside of his cock drags against your skin, smearing his pre-cum over your cheek.

"fuck, that's it," he groans, his grip on your hand tightening. "wait—" his voice takes on a note of panic, but his free hand goes to the back of your head, forcing his twitching balls further into your mouth. "wait, please, don't wanna cum yet, baby, please—!"

you manage to pull off, but it's too late, and he cries out, his cock kicking as he spills all over your face. your free hand massages his balls on instinct, leaving his cock untouched, and he whimpers as you roll his sensitive sac between your fingers.

"you're so pretty when you cum, daddy." you nuzzle your head against his thigh and run a single finger over the sensitive skin of his sac, careful to keep his cum from staining his pants, "always so pretty, and it's all for me."

his muscles twitch under your gentle, teasing touch, and he hauls you up, manhandling you into his lap. he's still hard— you didn't expect anything less— and he laps at your face with his tongue as his cock splits you wide open, moaning at the taste of his own cum.

"yeah? you think daddy's pretty when he cums for you?" it would sound cocky if his eyes weren't glued to the place where his cock disappears inside of you. "i think we can arrange for that to happen again. let me breed you this time, baby. i promise i'll make more of those pretty faces that you like so much."

well... when he puts it like that, how can you resist?

— 𝐠𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢.

cw: cumplay, multiple orgasms, brief explanation of the male refractory period

okay, first off— he's got the prettiest balls. they're so smooth and fat and round— nobody can blame you for needing them in your mouth or slapping against your skin as often as possible

he’s just so cute— even when he’s topping/domming you, he can’t help but cum nearly instantly inside of you

he just feels too good! it’s not his fault!

don’t worry though!! his balls are much too heavy and full to only cum once!!

he has no idea just how lovely his balls are- he thinks everyone needs to cum over and over and over again to get any sort of relief

he’ll beg you to squeeze him harder, to take him deeper, to milk him dry. all he wants is to finally stop aching, and his brain goes blanker and dumber with every orgasm until he's mindless and fucked-stupid over you

he gets addicted to sensation of cum dripping out of his cock, and he’ll go absolutely feral whenever he remembers the sheer bliss of his balls emptying inside of you

"i'm cumming—!" goshiki shudders over you, his hands digging into your hips. "fuuuuck."

already? sure enough, you can feel him spilling messily inside of you, painting your insides white. his cum feels nice as it coats your walls, but a part you can't help but be a little bit disappointed. goshiki isn't inexperienced by any means— he'd proved it with how he'd eaten you out earlier— and you had expected him to last a little longer than 2 minutes.

still, you tamp down your disappointment and kiss him gently, hoping he can't hear the resignation in your voice. at least you'd gotten off on his tongue earlier— that had been a really good orgasm, and the way he'd forced your thighs open to let him continue ravaging your cunt would stay in your mind forever.

"yeah? you like my tight little pussy? feels good, tsutomu— you really bred me nice and full." you wince— you've never heard less-convincing dirty talk in your life— but it's too late to change your tone now. you go to wriggle out from under him, but he stops you, a confused look on his face.

"where are you going? i haven't even made you cum yet!" still, he backs away, lets you go, his cock slipping out of your pussy. "i mean, if you don't want to keep going, i guess it's fine..."

it's ridiculous how cute this absolute giant of a man can be when he pouts, and he pulls you up off the bed and into his arms. he leans in close, letting you feel his breath against the shell of your ear. "...but i was really looking forward to feeling you cum around my cock."

"doesn't—? doesn't it hurt for guys to cum more than once?" you try desperately to keep your train of thought, but his voice in your ear combined with the feeling of his cum dripping out of your pussy distracts you, and you feel your brain go a little hazy. "don't wanna make you hurt, 'tomu."

"what kind of guys have you been sleeping with? can't cum more than once?" any aura of sex appeal he might have had disappears, and he looks at you, genuinely confused. "how are they satisfied with just one? i have to jack off at least three times before my balls stop aching, and even then, they're still super heavy!"

it's your turn to stare back at him, nonplussed. "tsutomu. people with penises typically have a refractory period of around 15 minutes, meaning they can't cum more than once every 15 minutes without feeling pretty intense overstimulation. from what i've heard, it can get really painful."

"...huh. that sounds disappointing." his still-hard cock bobs up and down once, as if agreeing, and your eyes lock on the bead of pre-cum that trails down his shaft.

"yeah, tell me about it. it sucked— wait, 'tomu—!" if you'd been paying any more attention, you wouldn't have missed the glint in his eye, but as it is, he takes you by surprise, and you squeak as he manhandles you back down on the bed, looming over you.

"i'm sorry that the men you slept with before were weak. let me make it up to you, baby." he ruts his cock against you, moaning in your ear. "'m not gonna stop until you're begging me to— gonna make sure i fill your empty little pussy just how you've always wanted. sound good?"

— 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚.

cw: mating press, vibrators, daddy kink, bondage

he loves to use you like a little cumdump

when you both have days off, he’ll ease you into a mating press and tie you up just like that, making sure that the ropes are nice and comfy against your skin

he keeps a nice, vibrating plug inside of you while he works

when he's feeling a little tense, he'll push open the door to your bedroom and unplug you, only jerk off into your sweet, pulsing hole

he doesn't even give you the pleasure of feeling his thick cock stretching you out— he'll ease the tip into your pussy and fill you up just like that

you're just a little hole meant for carrying his cum, after all— you haven't earned the his cock, not yet

by the end of the day, though, his balls are still ridiculously heavy, and he'll finally, finally fuck you deep

his cum spills out of you with every thrust of his hips, but don't worry— after he milks his balls nice and empty, he'll finger all of the rest back into your pussy

he can't have you wasting any of his cum, after all

"you ready for another load, baby?" matsukawa's voice startles you out of your haze, and you just barely manage to focus your eyes on his pretty, smirking face. "your daddy's feeling real stressed— 'm really pent-up today."

the familiar schlick-schlick-schlick of his hand on his cock fills the room, blending with the buzz of the vibrator inside of you in a lewd symphony. you whine, overwhelmed and overstimulated but still so desperate.

he'd already cum inside of you at least four times in the past couple of hours, and while you loved the feeling of his cum spreading inside of you, it was wholly, completely unsatisfying. no matter how much you begged, he refused to fuck you, choosing to jerk off on your pussy and finger his cum back into you instead. you've been patient, you've been a good girl, but now— now, you've had enough, and you can't stop your outburst. "daddy, no!"

he raises a single eyebrow at you, letting go of his cock and turning down your vibrator. the resulting silence is deafening, and you're all too aware of how exposed you are. if he would just reach out and unplug you...

"no, baby? you don't want my cum?" he sighs, long and exaggerated, before going back to palming his cock. "and here i was about to fuck it into your ungrateful little cunt. i guess i'll just... let it go to waste."

true to his word, his hand speeds back up on his cock, and he groans, loud and showy. it's not a bluff— he's left you wet and wanting before— and you practically fall over yourself to apologize, your tone going frantic and panicked as you watch his cock drool precum.

"no, daddy, 'm sorry, 'm sorry, i didn't mean it— 'm sorry." to your horror, you can't stop the sobs from welling up in your throat, and your voice breaks as you plead with him. "daddy... i— i need you, i still feel so empty."

the way you're tied doesn't allow for much freedom of movement, but it's enough to let you spread your own pussy open with your fingers, exposing your creaming cunt to his heated gaze. "will you please fill me up again?"

that gets his attention, and his face softens even as he zeroes in on the way your walls flutter around the plug. "oh, sweetheart. all you had to do was ask."

— 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐚𝐧.

cw: daddy kink, breeding kink, wet + messy, mommy kink, praise kink

he’s such a gentle daddy, but nothing- nothing- gets him worked up more than the thought of breeding you nice and full

he’ll keep a little pillow under your hips to make sure that his cum stays nice and deep inside of you- you always swear you can feel it dripping into your womb with how much he stuffs you

he won’t stop fucking you even after he cums once- he loves the mess that forms between your bodies as his cum overflows out of your cute little pussy

he especially loves when his cum drips down and coats his balls- he always fucks you hard enough that his balls slap against your skin, and feeling of his thick, sticky cum coating the both of you only makes everything more sensitive

for him, the messier he can get you, the better— it always makes his balls throb when he watches his cum spill out of you in a thick, creamy mess

the head of meian's cock stretches your poor, abused pussy wide open, and you cry out, already shaking from overstimulation. you've lost count of how many times meian's cum inside of you tonight— all you know is the dirty grind of his hips, the delicious drag of his cock against your fluttering walls. "daddy, daddy, 's too much, i can't—!"

"yes, you can, my love," he rumbles in your ear, balls slapping against your ass with every devastating thrust. "you're such a good girl for me— my cock's fuckin' melting in this tight pussy, shit."

the praise has you drooling under him, and you cling to his broad shoulders as he cums again, right up against the entrance to your cervix. your hand scrabbles across the bedsheets, searching for something, and meian chuckles, a little breathless, before guiding your hand down to feel how heavy his balls still are.

"is this what you wanted to check, princess? wanted to see if daddy's balls were empty?" he gently nudges your hand away before rocking into you again. "don't worry— daddy's still got plenty of cum left for that greedy little pussy."

it's too full— you're too full— but he doesn't stop, and his cum spills out of your pussy as he continues to grind the head of his cock right up against your cervix. you're physically unable to fit any more of his thick, potent seed inside, and he frowns slightly at the way his cum leaks out of you, creamy and messy, before he grabs a pillow and shoves it under your hips to help you keep it all inside.

"don't waste it, sweetheart. gonna breed you so good, gonna make you a mommy." he finally slows down, pulling out of you and spreading your pussy wide with his fingers, just to see how much cum he's fucked into you. "look at how messy this pussy is for daddy— can you feel my cum dripping right into your womb, baby?"

it's a nonsensical question, but just as you're about to tell him so, he shoves back into you roughly, quite literally fucking your thoughts out of your brain. "d-daddy—!"

his cum and your slick mix, coating your puffy clit, his aching balls, and running down your ass. it's absolutely filthy, and you love it.

"what is it, baby? what do you need?"

"breed me again! breed me, breed me, breed me," you nearly wail when he lifts up your legs and presses them close to your chest, letting him stretch you that much wider, fill you that much deeper.

"there she is— there's my good fuckin' girl. can't ever say no to you, not when you beg so pretty." your head buzzes, goes blank, as he captures your lips in an incongruously sweet kiss, and the lewd, wet slapping of his skin against yours begins to fill the room again.

© 2021 sugushou. all rights reserved. do not copy, modify, or repost.

{+18} – Sweet Tease ~ Marco x S/O – Requested

Modern AU. Female S/O. No physical descriptions. Everybody is 18+. No spoilers.

TW: NSFW, teasing, public sex.

Word count: 2.4K

A/N: Thank you so much for asking for this request! It’s the first time I write for Marco and I loved the idea! I hope you like it ♥

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31416047

Anon requested for: 

A busy afternoon in your life, you grab your phone and text your boyfriend, Marco.

14:54. You > Oi babe, are you busy today?.  15.30. Dr.M > Hey darling, I’m having a big surgery in about an hour, I don’t know much is going to take, but whenever I’m out I’ll txt you. Love you!. 

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Y/n: Let me love you.

Shane: It's rotten work.

Y/n, kissing his forehead: Not for me, it isn't.

After the Licensing Exam

after the licensing exam by eddiesspaghetti

a look into how the events that took place during/after the licensing exam effected Iida, Todoroki, and Midoriya.

Words: 1510, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Series: Part 42 of growing together (bnha)

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Iida Tenya, Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku

Relationships: Iida Tenya/Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya/Midoriya Izuku, Iida Tenya/Todoroki Shouto

Additional Tags: todoroki shouto has bpd, Todoroki Shouto has PTSD, Autistic Todoroki Shouto, Trans Todoroki Shouto, Nonbinary Todoroki Shouto, Nonbinary Iida Tenya, Trans Iida Tenya, Iida Tenya Has PTSD, Autistic Iida Tenya, Autistic Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Has ADHD, Midoriya Izuku Has PTSD, Midoriya Izuku Has Chronic Pain, Established Relationship, Fluff and Angst, Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31097981

                                𖥻 MIYA, ATSUMU !

TITLE College Girl Learns To Suck & Blow

RATING ★ ★ ☆ — NSFW CONTENT

WARNINGS Explicit Language, Fratboy!Atsumu, F!Reader, Rough Asphyxiation, Minor Degradation (towards Reader & Atsumu), Spitting, The Word Daddy One Time, Under The Influence Sex (a little), Rough Sex, Kinda Public S*x But Not Really,

WORD COUNT 4.7K Words

AUTHORS NOTE if you caught the reference to a certain pop-culture film, send an ask with the answer & your name so i could properly ask for ur name in marriage. also FIRST FIC ON HERE FUCK YES LMFAO HERE WE GOOOOO

When Atsumu Miya promised you he would ruin your entire life in the 7th grade, you didn’t think he’d meant those words as much as he really did.

Sure, you both had a deep (and oddly unreasonable) hatred for each other that usually put poor Osamu in a tough pickle. Besides that though, you couldn’t help but carry this disdain for the faux blond through the many (unfortunate) years of familiarization.

He’d always been so arrogant, glancing down at you with his nose turned up towards the site of your charmingly hideous recreation of the Statue of Liberty for art class, always telling you that you weren’t fast enough with your shitty legs so you never got the grace of sitting down next to ‘Samu, and never giving you as much as a second look when his brother wasn’t in his vicinity.

At first, you wanted to get him to like you. Why wouldn’t you? He was the boy you’ve had a crush on since before puberty’s brother and it was in your best interest to get along with him.

The only issue? It was Miya Atsumu for Christ’s sake.

Don’t even start with the minute he realized he was hot shit in Volleyball. It was almost like clockwork, where the arrogance just extended into dark malicious wings that spread over you and gave you two options: deal with the attitude to be in Samu’s presence, or leave.

The latter was never an option though.

The world stopped spinning on its axis in the 11th grade though, when a change in your dynamics (that you can’t quite figure out) caused the rivalry to revert into nothing more than harsher than socially accepted jokes and a small petal of smiles hoping to blossom into a friendship.

Eventually it happened, causing you to be a bit more comfortable with the blond, or at least comfortable enough to show up to one of his fraternity’s (or more like sports club, but ‘Tsumu really wanted the full college experience so he demanded everyone called it Delta Ball which was really dumb if you asked ‘Samu) party tonight.

You weren’t one to dress up, but it was your senior year at the University and why not go all out for one of the last parties of the year?

The little black dress you had on did nothing to hide you, confidently walking through the house as if it was your own (because it basically was, you never went to the parties but you always seemed to be there) with your head held high.

At least, you were for the first 30 minutes to an hour before the (many) drinks you downed began to settle in. Whether it be the constant little snarky yet flirtatious remake thrown to whoever caught it, to the dance moves you’d probably rather burn alive than do sober— you were having the time of your life.

“Well whatta’ we have here, Bo’?”

Keyword, were.

The drink in your hand found itself sliding down your throat faster than before, the idea of being closer to drunk to communicate with Atsumu being the best one yet. You turned around excruciatingly slow, two towering buff varsity players smirking down at you with nothing but mischief.

“Bokuto, please don’t participate in his bullshit.” You announced, dull face hiding the small glint of excitement bubbling in your stomach.

Okay, so maybe the faint rivalry started to drift away and something a bit more started to grow for the other, other twin. Sure, Samu was nice, funny, chill, and an amazing cook— but it was something about Atsumu’s way of being both clumsy and extremely diligent, dorky and cocky, and funny and corny at the same time that started to make you think of him in other ways that wasn’t clouded in wrath.

He always challenged you, meeting your snarky remarks with equally sarcastic ones, innocently flirting with you in ways that you knew he only did to get under your skin, and grew into his looks a lot more once he started consistently playing volleyball.

His dialect got a bit stronger (especially cause he was a bit drunk at this exact moment), and his cheeks were flushed enough to make you want to see what they’d look like panting with sweat—

“Don’t ya’ go all goldfish now, this is serious!” The setter whined, his babyish persona making you roll your eyes and lean into Bokuto’s large chest in exasperation.

You almost missed the way his eyes raced towards your movement and back over to your face with a bit more of a furrow to his thick eyebrows— almost.

“C’mon Y/N! I really want you to come play this game with us!” Bo’s large voice boomed through the bass in his chest, your ears ringing and a smile just having to replace your frown because it’s Bokuto we’re talking about.

“Anyone gonna tell me about the game?” Your slightly tipsy voice questions as you adjust the bottom of your ever-rising dress and swing whatever was left in your solo cup to see if it did something, anything, to it’s remains.

“Oh it’s—”

“You’ll see, darlin’!”

You could hear it in Atsumu’s voice— something that wasn’t supposed to happen was definitely about to happen. And you knew you should probably turn around and demand Bokuto spills it since it isn’t in his nature to lie to anyone about such a thing, but the alcohol caused you to (almost) smirk in utter excitement.

At least, you were until you realized exactly what you were getting into when you walked over into the kitchen.

“There’s no way I’m doing this.” You stated factually, eyes blinking long and hard at the audacity of the silver haired ace and idiot setter. “There’s just no way.”

“Please Y/N! Pretty please!”

Suck and Blow. A cursed game that did nothing but give you traumatic experiences with traumatic people in the past for you. To say the least, it was like hell reincarnated into a single card that spread around a circle of people and gave you a grave amount of anxiety and embarrassment, no matter how nonchalant you were.

“I’m not getting mono just cause you guys need another player.” Your words slip through your lips faster than you could stop them. Sometimes you didn’t mean to be so mean, but when put in a predicament like this— it was nothing short of necessary.

“Just one round, it’s all we’re asking for!” Bokuto’s voice exclaimed, his hair deflating in just the slightest way that you knew you couldn’t ignore. Curse Atsumu and his knowledge of your weakness for the sweet boy.

You paused, not wanting to give Atsumu the satisfaction of knowing your mind was already made up the minute Bokuto started emoing out. You hated when they both teamed up like this, you really did. “I’m not standing next to that fucking weirdo that got his tonsils removed.”

You crinkle your nose at the thought, chugging down the leftover drink and tossing the empty cup onto the marble kitchen counter. Deep breaths, you thought, it’s just suck and blow.

“Stop being such a pussy,” you mumbled, “it’s suck and blow.”

“Wanna try either one of those on me later, princess?”

Atsumu’s voice was rough, the dialect mumbling into your ear in a way to where you could practically rip the stupid smirk off his (secretly blushing) face that was just a few centimeters away from yours. You knew you loved it, the attention the blond gave you that he never really did to other girls. And you ate it right up.

“You’re gonna end up eating both those words and something else tonight.” Your voice aired into his ear, a small nibble onto his earlobe being the finishing touch as you didn’t bother to watch his reaction.

Were you screaming internally? Yes. Was your face starting to grow hot from the two oral innuendos being thrown into the air? Absolutely. Were you going to give Atsumu the satisfaction of knowing it got to you though? Hell the fuck no.

At least, if you didn’t show it, then Atsumu definitely did. His red cheeks and widened eyes were a tell all, the bright brown irises uncontrollably zooming over your figure again and again in a way that would’ve made Osamu disgusted if he wasn’t off somewhere playing beer pong somewhere with Suna.

You walked closer towards the circle, Bokuto and you being separated by someone you knew to be in your Literature II class to your right, and Atsumu’s body not daring to let anything come between either of you. It took a lot of mental convincing that he only did it because he knew ‘Samu would have his head if he let anyone cop a feel during Suck and Blow. What other reason could there possibly be (other than the fact that the two of you wanted to do nothing more than ravage one another)?

“So everyone understands the rules right?”

You snap yourself out of your thoughts, not even realizing the round had started quicker than you anticipated. It started with a few people you could recognize by face, quickly reaching Atsumu and getting closer to you.

You had expected him to purposely fuck the entire game up, or at least had some hope that it would, and press his lips onto yours out of spite. It never came though, the feeling of the plastic card touching your lips and guiltily bringing a slight (almost non-existent) damper on your mood. Your mouth presses roughly onto the card, passing it over to the next person and watching as the card continues to travel though the circle past Bokuto.

“Surprised ya’ held onto it for that long.” Atsumu teases, his words once again close to your ears in a way that brought chills down your spine. You couldn’t tell where the surge of attraction for him came from, but it was almost surreal feeling it in action.

“What can I say?” You smile, leaning your head onto his shoulder to bring your lips over to him yet again. “I’m just really good at sucking.”

It wasn’t out of character for either of you to shoot harmless jokes towards each other. What was, though, was for you to throw back flirtatious remarks Atsumu threw at you with a blind eye. He wasn’t used to hearing you retaliate in a way that didn’t intend to hurt his feelings. And he’d be lying like a sinner if he said he didn’t love it.

The card reached over towards Atsumu again, your eyes closing in preparation for the plastic to touch your lips once again.

It never came though, and you were going to open your mouth to release a smart remark until you were met with the warmth of what you took to be the blond’s tongue. It was almost out of a movie, his arm wrapping around your neck so smoothly, you would’ve believed this was his plan all along. All around, people began to hoot and holler at the view in front of them, but you couldn’t bring it upon yourself to hear them.

All you could think about was how annoying Atsumu was for trying to get all the attention on him during a very intense first round. Sure, it was extremely hot and he was a really good kisser (no really, he was, and by the way the two of you shoved and sucked onto the others tongue, it was very much mutual), but you weren’t going to go down in history like the girl who froze in time when the Atsumu Miya planted one right on her lips.

So with that, your hand softly trailed its way up his toned torso, to his chest, up into his hair only to pull him back by his soft locks and stare blankly (and embarrassingly) at him. “God, ‘Tsumu. Can you suck?”

Your voice was dry, raspily slipping through your lips as you tilted his head on your own command with your right hand. Before he could give you his own cocky retort, Bokuto’s loud hands clapped over the music.

“Okay you two, you know the rules!” He announces, grabbing the two of you with his hands (and shooting a very obvious, far from subtle wink to the setter next to you) and dragging you towards the pantry on the other side of him.

“Seven minutes!” Bokuto proudly yells, and not a single protest could slip from your freshly used lips before he slams the pantry door closed and cuts off all signs of light from the outside.

Now, drunken you (and horny you) would’ve been ecstatic about being locked in a fraternity pantry with a hot star athlete whose muscles almost popped out the sleeves of his t-shirt. The you at this exact moment though, was nearly shivering in anger and utter embarrassment.

“You’re such a dick.” You mumble, rolling your eyes as you turn over towards the blond and feel the rest of your harsh words get stuck behind the tongue that nearly lolled out from your lips at the sight.

There stood Atsumu, a blush on his cheeks and nose, as well as a smirk that made your panties feel like a burden between your thighs. The chain resting on his neck brought a heartbeat to somewhere that wasn’t located on your chest, and before you knew it, you realized you really wanted to fuck Atsumu Miya right now.

And before you could take back your thoughts and ruin something that probably (definitely) shouldn’t start, you found your body moving on it’s own (and by the help of Atsumu’s now rough grip on your waist, as well as the fingers you had wrapped around his silver chain) to his warm frame and crashing your lips together with nothing else to say.

Experiencing it once took you off guard. This time though, it was almost as if fighting each other with your tongues was the only way for either of you to survive. His hands began to wander around you, a groan slipping through his throat into yours and swallowing up your rational thoughts completely because if there was anything in this world you wanted to do, it was to evoke that sound out of this man again.

“‘Tsumu.” You broke away, nothing but the sound of your pants for air surrounding the (now super tiny) pantry and Atsumu’s lips smacking across your jaw and over to your neck greedily.

“Keep sayin’ it darlin’.” He muttered into your neck, a whimper leaving your lips once he sunk his canine-like teeth into the soft skin between your shoulder blade and neck.

“I really want to,” which was true, “but I’d rather you hear me do it in your room.”

Everything stopped (or at least everything in the pantry), and you realized this excited him when something began to rub against your body that was much too close to be comfortable to Atsumu. There goes yet another reason for you to lose your panties.

You had an epiphany the moment Atsumu’s large frame nearly broke the pantry door down and practically carried you out the door.

You couldn’t even pay attention to the comments and loud boisterous noises being made by his friends as he dragged you through heaps of people and closer towards the stairs. You had a second to breathe, the sexual tension taking up so much of your mind that words were difficult to form in a perfectly strung sentence. At least, you couldn’t until you felt Atsumu’s strong arms grip onto the back of your knees and your back in a way that literally dropped you into his arms.

“Idiot, can I get a warning before you try flashing me to the entire house!” You frowned, your drunken anger subsiding the arousal and bringing you slightly back down to Earth. Atsumu only smirked down at you, nearly skipping steps up onto the emptier second floor of the house.

“Princesses should never have to walk up some stairs.”

You wanted to blush, you really did because since when did Atsumu Miya drop bombs like that on you? But the flash coming from two devices at the foot of the stairs brought your spinning head past his arms and making eye contact with none other than Suna Rintarō and Osamu Miya and you knew at this point you were too far gone. Giving them the middle finger, both your bodies disappeared up the stairs and into the third bedroom to the right, Atsumu’s bedroom.

The lights were already off, and you didn’t waste any time before slamming the large framed boy against his own door and bringing his lips back to yours.

“Eager huh?” He smirked between your lips, and you nearly moaned when his large hands dragged their way down to your ass and gave your cheek a rough smack followed by an equally tightly gripped squeeze. The motions spread your ass further apart, the sensation of cool air seeping between your legs and onto an area begging for attention.

“Shut the fuck up, please.”

Your words were harsh, but you paid it no mind as you used the arms rubbing his muscular torso to pull his white shirt over his head and kick your shoes off somewhere in the corner. Atsumu took this time to take off his jeans, a print you couldn’t even mentally measure haunting you in a way that only excited you for what’s about to come.

Atsumu knew deep in his heart that he tried his hardest to not rip your dress. He really did. He knew it cost you money, and he knew you probably really liked it enough to wear it to one of the last parties of the year. He, on the other hand, loved it too much to ever be able to physically see it on you again. So with that being said, the sound of fabric ripping and growing looser on your body brought a scowl to your panting face.

“You’re buying—”

“I’ll buy ya’ a thousand of these once we get rich, for now,” he interrupts, ripping the rest of the dress off and nearly foaming at his mouth from the sight of you with nothing on, “lemme drill ya’ into my mattress please.”

His words weren’t taken lightly, and an involuntary whine escaped your lips as you found yourself wrapping your legs against his bare waist. You both clashed your lips together once more as if you couldn’t find it within yourselves to separate, and if you had a chance, you wouldn’t stop.

Sure, Atsumu’s always been good at a lot of things. But kissing? Kissing might just take the cake. Before you could finish though, you feel his calloused hands slide it’s way up your bare chest and towards your neck with some grip. The hand choking you threw you against his extremely soft mattress, and you gasped in surprise at his rough actions. Almost instinctively, you scrambled to pull your panties off and leave you bare and uncaring against the white of his sheets practically dripping down onto them.

He couldn’t see you, but he could make out the glistening sweetness pooling between your thighs and the way your chest heaved up and down and Atsumu realized he’s successfully lived to tell the tale of what Heaven looks like in the flesh.

“Just fuck me please,” you said, the rasp in your voice bringing Atsumu’s attention over to your face twisted in nothing but arousal. He wanted to listen to you, he really did, but he also knew it wasn’t the right thing to do yet.

“I wanna, sweets, but ya’—”

You disregarded anything further, the heartbeat between your thighs only growing as you pulled his briefs down and exposed something you’d always thought about.

Now, you have been with your fair share of men, especially now that you’re in college. A lot of them were pretty average, a few all star players being more hung than others. Atsumu though, was unlike anyone or anything you’d ever seen. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t drool a bit at the sight. It curved perfectly as it slapped harshly against his stomach. From its extensive girth, to its perfectly looking veins running up and blending into the swollen looking mushroomed tip you envisioned choking on— you finally concluded that literally everything was perfect on Atsumu Miya.

“Like whatcha’ see?” He smirks, using a hand on your neck again to push you into the mattress and press his bare skin into your own and drive you insane. You smiled condescendingly in response while your hand dragged its way between your bodies and directly onto his (overly) thick erection.

He was painfully hard, leaking with precum as a small whimper slipped through his throat and into your mouth.“You’re a noisy one, aren’t you?” You tease slyly.

Your words fell on deaf ears, an equally sarcastic response not being able to make its way out Atsumu’s mouth as you slipped him inside you in just one shove. Your body began to feel full already, half of him slipping through your velvety walls and bringing a vein to the blond’s neck.

“Fuck,” he groans, eyes fluttering shit as his mouth stood agape and you decided that fucking Atsumu Miya was enough for you to die in peace.

The rest of him slipped inside, agonizingly slow enough to make you whimper in his ear at the fullness inside you. You were pretty sure if you could, you could watch him bulge through your tummy.

The fullness left you even dizzier than the alcohol, hands grasping at his (impressively) muscular frame and biting your lip harshly. “‘Tsumu, too big.”

Your whimpers cried out, eyes hardly being able to stay open as he began to move in and out of you at a slow and gentle pace. He did nothing but watch your face struggle to find itself yet again, legs already shaking at the slow pattern he hit with your squelching heat.

“Never felt a pussy this wet before,” he groaned, using an arm to grip onto your chin harshly and force you to face him. The room began to spin again, nothing but hazel brown iris shrinking you underneath his towering frame, “let me know when yer’ ready.”

Words tried but couldn’t fall out, nodding your head and releasing a loud moan when Atsumu backed all the way out and pounded his way back into you like nothing. The change in pace caused you to gasp loudly, sitting your torso up slightly and watching the way his dick disappeared in and out of you with more wetness stuck to it then before.

“Fuck, ‘Tsumu.” Your voice dragged out, a loud moan escaping when he began to piston in and out of you at a rougher pace. His hands couldn’t leave your body, gripping your waist, your neck, and finally landing inside your mouth to pry it wide open with two thick fingers.

“Open up.” He demanded, your tongue lollying out per his orders without even a second guess.

It was like he was taunting you, your breasts moving up and down with each thrust you couldn’t think straight so you had no choice but to do what he said. With a lustful glimmer in his eyes, he trailed his other hand down to the wetness trailing down your thigh creating all the noise in the world.

He collected it on his finger, sucking it loud enough to cover the thrusts filling your head and making you moan at the sight of him drinking you up like you were water in a dessert. With your mouth still open, moans couldn’t stop coming out from your lips: Atsumu’s eyes found yours, spitting a mixture of his saliva and your juices onto your tongue and releasing your tongue from his grip.

“Be a good girl fer’ me, baby.” He said, groaning at the end of some words from the sensation of being pulled back into you every time he backed out.

Your eyes rolled back, swallowing and letting him see everything was all gone.

“Your good girl, ‘Tsumu,” you whimpered out, the feeling of how quick he was bottoming in and out of you nearly giving you whiplash. Your hand that wasn’t gripping onto his arm, found it’s way over to his hand and gestured it weakly across your face. You wanted him to smack you, and by the way he started smirking with pleasure, you knew he wanted to smack you too.

“That’s right princess,” he moaned, taking his hand from your grasp and roughly smacking it across your face. The sensation brought goosebumps to your skin, twitching underneath him and starting to feel that bubbling sensation in your stomach you were all too familiar with.

The overstimulation became too much, your fingers making their way down from his overbearing frame to your pulsating clitoris begging for a fraction of attention. You were reaching an edge you were unfamiliar with, so much stimulation causing jolts to run through your body enough to practically make you see stars. From the groans slipping out his lips, to the way he manhandled your pussy to where the sounds were heard above the music— Atsumu Miya had successfully ruined everyone else for you. He had done the impossible.

“I’m gonna—” your words hesitated, the rest not even being able to come out because Atsumu’s hand slipped its way over to your neck and held you with a practically coma-inducing strength.

The stars once clouding your vision came once again, and it almost felt as if you had slipped into an all white dystopia of pure and utter pleasure. Cumming was out the question, you were orgasming longer than you could even believe was possible. Your entire body convulsed around him, gripping so tight it almost hurt if it wasn’t for how wet you were.

Your eyes rolled back, mouth agape and drool slipping out from the tip of your tongue and Atsumu himself realized you had ruined everyone else for him if it meant he’d be able to see that face whenever he had sex.

You were hypnotic, the sensation of your throbbing pussy clenching him in and out enough to drive the man insane.

“Fuck, fuck.” he barely strung together, veins throbbing through his neck and bringing you back to a state of consciousness.

“Harder, please daddy.”

That was the last straw for Atsumu Miya. He could no longer hold in the inevitable— you had made his toes curl at that point.

As quick as you said the words, his body pounded into you, your arms wrapping around his body and bringing his lips to yours. Your lips sloppy smacked against each other, tongues clashing and teeth gnawing at one another as he found himself shaking within you. His cum gushed through your hole, seeping out as gripped onto your neck just as tight as he did before.

“Y/N, fuck please, please.” He begged into your mouth, cumming for the longest Atsumu believes he’s ever came.

With deep (and struggling) breaths for air, Atsumu collapsed on top of you with nothing but an ‘oof’ to show his apologizes. His cock was still within you, only slightly softening and finding its home within your white painted walls. Nothing but your pants for air and the loud bass of music covered your ears, and you slowly found yourself ascending back down to earth from your inhumane high.

“That was…” you rasped out, voice nearly incoherent if Atsumu’s ear hadn’t already been pressed between your neck and the feathery pillow below you.

“You can’t fuck anyone else.” He muttered, words being lost between the sweat on your shoulders and the heart bear ringing in your ear.

You raise an eyebrow at him, wondering where the suddenness came from (even though he literally just came in you and you mentally decided you were inlove with him). “And why not?”

“‘Cause ya’ can’t just go around givin’ me competition.”

Atsumu’s voice was near a whine, cracking at the end of every syllable and bringing a small faint blush to your cheeks (you were sure you couldn’t see it, but you were also sure it was there).

“Is this you saying you wanna’ be the only one to do that, ‘Tsumu?” Your voice was light, still nearly lost but ringing with a warm tease soft enough to bring a certain unmissed redness to the tip of his ears.

“Shut yer’ trap.”

                             © 444TSUMU 2021

Yes please, mommy! It's been a while and I read a fic earlier that really riled me up abt sonmophilia. I'd be a good girl just for u if you'd take care of me like that...

-💜

tw: somnophilia

‘s that right? i didn’t know my pretty girl was so needy..

you want me to make you feel good while you’re asleep, hm? i’ll slip my fingers into those cute little panties and make you cum all over them, baby.

bet you’d love to wake up with my face buried between your pretty thighs, wouldn’t you?

Um... could I also request some canon Sebastian whump? Since it’s really only happened a couple times in the manga it’s so rare... 👉🏻👈🏻 I prefer Sebard ofc but if you want I’ll accept sebaciel since it’s so rare anyway.... tysm 🥺

So, as you will have noticed, this is more than three paragraphs long lol. I had fun with it!! I also kind of mixed in rivals to lovers, and some denial of feelings/pining.Thanks for the prompt 🖤

There were many things about Sebastian that irritated him. The way he did everything flawlessly, the effortlessness he did those things, his attitude. Cocky was one way to describe it. Despite all of that, Sebastian was built to draw people in, and Bard wasn't an exception. He quickly became entangled in it. A quick moment or two in the kitchen before Sebastian was off once again at the call of their master. It was about scratching an itch, nothing more. So he told himself.

When he saw the oncoming hail of bullets, watched as they hit Sebastian's body, blood pouring as he fell to the floor, Bard felt his stomach drop. He ran out from behind his cover, grabbing onto his lapels. Sebastian stayed unresponsive as he dragged him back as Mey Rin picked each man firing at them off. 

One by one they fell, and after all the cleaning was done, the manor looked as it did before. No attack on a noble, no damage to the estate. Bard sat guard next to Sebastian's shallow grave, taking a drag on a cigarette. Stupid bastard, risking his life like that. Cocky, arrogant, insufferable…

A gloved hand pushed its way out of the dirt, and soon, the rest of Sebastian followed. He shook himself off as Bard kept smoking, not bothering to look over.

Sebastian spoke, standing up and dusting off his suit. "I thought you'd be more startled."

"Because you're not human? I know." Bard said.

"You know?" Sebastian asked. There was a look of shock on his face, and something in Bard took joy in finally finding a way to surprise him.

"Yeah well I'm not an idiot." Bard said. "That's not the first time you've survived something you shouldn't."

"Mm. Well." Sebastian stepped closer, looming over the human. "Are you afraid?"

Bard scoffed, "No."

"Why not?"

"Do you want me to be?"

Bard looked up at him, defiant. Smirking in return, Sebastian answered truthfully, "No."

commission for: @kattsamu, @chaotickatts thank you SO MUCH for being so patient with me my love, it means the world.

this is a commission, body type described, skin color also mentioned.

hard dom! sakusa + daddy! sakusa + impact play + praise + pet names + impact play + oral fixation + creampie + f! reader

— word count; 2.2k

he loves you. sakusa kiyoomi knows he’s in love with you when he reaches out to you past the first couple of dates, swallowing down the shake of anxiety with the thought of you possibly saying no, but you never do.

he knows he loves you when he finds comfort in the way he wraps thick arms around the warmth of your body, even on days where the distaste for any contact weighs heavy- he finds his way to you, wanting to bury a masked face to your neck right after practice, knowing you’re there with open arms. 

even past the fabled honeymoon phase- sakusa kiyoomi is still irrevocably in love with you.

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