Valentine’s Day Event- Day 2 

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— nsfw // f. reader + (milf fucker extraordinaire) hitoshi shinso 

— nipple play + fingering + thigh riding + manhandling + exhibitionism + breeding + mentions of: infidelity + motherhood + drug use

— written for the milf fuckers collab | hosted by @ultimate-astridwriting​  

 — 5.6k words

today is a new day.

today, hitoshi shinso sits easy, sprawled out on your plush, ivory, chaise lounge, with his legs spread just wide enough that you might venture to plant yourself between them.

a familiar, stale whiff of remorse tickles your throat as you breathe him in, the smell of his cologne muddled with the earthy stench of weed, fumes clinging to his hair. he hasn’t smoked today, and he hasn’t touched you yet; he doesn’t have to.

this is not the first time this has happened.

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Alberto: * puts pride flag up in the tower*

Luca: what does it mean?

Alberto: it’s the Italian flag 😌

Congratulation for your 200 followers!!!🥳🥳I love your writing so much 🥰. Could I request a short scenario for kid and killer with #13 #22 #49 I'm such a sucker for this two🥴 THANKSSS

Hi!! thank u so much!! To fulfil this request I thought about continuing with a second part from the “I want both” OS. You can read first part here.

Thank u for requesting and being part 💖~

NSFW ~ Part 2 ~ Eustass Kid x Killer x F! Reader ~ I Want Both [Threesome]

Kinks:

🌶 #13: Threesome 🌶 #22: Master/Slave 🌶 #49: Blindfolding

TW: NSFW. M/M/F. Kid x Killer action. Explicit. Master/slave dynamics. Blindfolding. Threesome. Oral sex. Vaginal sex. Cuckolding. Double penetration. Spanks

CW: 1.1K

Part 1

That night, the first night you three have been together, you thought that was going to be the last. Yet, a few days after, Kid, Killer and you decided to keep up with the “relationship”. Sex has never been better, and you have even been incorporating new kinks each night…

Killer has blindfolded you and left you waiting on Kid’s bed. Red satin sheets under your knees, your naked body awaiting to be devoured.

The sound of the door opening, and a slight ray of light hits the black fabric that covers your face. You are deprived from seeing, so the rest of your senses enhance. You hear the heavy boots of your lovers coming towards you.

The mattress moves when they two hop over it and you slightly lose balance. The warm breath of both men lingers over your neck, and playful hands squeeze both of your breasts. One of them, bites your neck. You squirm and moan softly. Kid’s voice whispers into your ear, “are you ready little slut?”.

You bite your lip as his raspy voice leaves your whole core tingling, “Yes, master”. A pair of lips kiss yours, and then others join. Three lascivious tongues sticking out curl and play with each other, little strings of saliva dripping from your mouths.

You are not allowed to touch unless told otherwise, but multiple hands play with your anatomy. Only gasps, moans and whines can be heard in the room. You don’t see, but you know they are touching each other too.

You can feel hair brushing over your left shoulder, identifying your blond lover, Killer. A single hand squeezes your right breast. And then two mouths start sucking and biting your nipples. You moan soundly, trying to stand still, but you fail miserably. And moving has consequences, your masters have ordered you not to move, and you just disobeyed them.

Killer grabs your hair pulling from it, throwing your head back. “Did I or Kid tell you to move?”. “No, master. I’m sorry”, you excuse yourself. “What happens if you don’t follow our orders, slave?” asks Kid, almost shouting into your ear. “I get punished” ...

You are thrown against the mattress, hitting your nose with it. Killer passes his arms under your pelvis and lifts your butt up. “Maintain yourself like this, and don’t move” he orders. “Yes, master”, you tell him. “I don’t really know if she is able to follow your orders, bro”, says Kid who then places his knee over your head. He pushes your head into the bed, and then, you get spanked, twice. Your ass cheeks burn, you can’t even properly breath. Your nails carve on the silky material of the sheets.

A last spank hits your ass before Killer tells you to stand up. You do it, clumsier because you can’t really see, but mainly because your butt hurts. Once you are on the floor, Kid tells you “Walk, bitch”, and you do as he tells while he grabs your back and guides you into the room. “On your knees”, he orders.

You slowly kneel on the carpet and wait for instructions. You hear Kid’s steps going towards the bed. The sound of zippers going down, and boots falling against the floor prepares you into what’s next. The bed squeaks when two heavy bodies flop on to it.

Lips smacking makes you imagine the image you may have in front of you. A wicked smile is drawn on your lips as you delightfully hear your two lovers make out passionately.

“Take off the fold”, Killer orders you. “Yes, master” you nod and slowly untie the knot on the back of your head. The black silky cloth slowly falls and the image of both men lying in bed, kissing and jerking each other's member welcomes back your eyes into the light. “Stay there, and look until I say so”, says Kid while he keeps stroking Killer’s swollen member.

Your lips softly part, you lick your lips, your mouth is watering. You fight against the need to take your hands to your core. The image of those men masturbating with each other, is making you burn.

After the both of them have successfully played with their members enough, they both look at you and Kid orders you to come crawling. You slither to the foot of the big bed. Their wounded, lean legs hang from bed, and they invite you to suck both of his cocks, moving them with their hands.

You begin with Kid’s tip, you kiss, lick, and suck it, under the intense gaze of your two masters. You then change to Killer’s. And while you delight them with your oral skills, they are back at making out, hot steamy kisses that got you touch-starved.

His bodies get one in front of the other, so you can suck their dicks at the same time and Killer can suck Kid’s nipples. They grunt, and you moan. Your chest goes up and down, your slit dripping wet from the arousal, you need to be pleased.

They stop and Killer calls you, “Y/N, come here, we gonna fuck you”. “Yes master”, you say excitedly and quickly jump to bed. “Spread your legs for me”, he says and attacks your core, sucking your clit while fingers you violently. Kid looks with a grin while jerking off.

Once your blond master is satisfied with your taste, and your hole has been perfectly stretched to fit both of their members, Killer lays his back over the mattress and tells you to sit over his dick. You do as he tells, crawling over, grabbing his dick, and guiding it inside of you. Once you are properly placed, next in making a move is your red haired master. He settles over you in between killer’s and your legs and slowly pushes his sex inside of you. Your walls stretch as you are holding both of them. You purr, and they start to pump synchronously in and out. The rubbing of your walls and their members sent the three of you to heaven.

Kid kisses your lips drowning his moans, and then as you tilt your head to the side he makes out with Killer. The thrusts, how fulfilled you feel, the pressure on your stomach and the smell of their sweaty bodies having you trapped motivates you to reach climax in just a few minutes. You scream their names repeatedly as you let yourself go in the pleasures of a big orgasm. Your lovers keep fucking you, overstimulating your whole body until they reach climax too, bathing your insides with their sweet seed.

Kid collapses over your body, and even if it's difficult for you to take a gasp of air, you just enjoy the pulsating sensation of both of them inside you.

Resting your bodies, returning breathing back to normal, just to get ready for next round. You smile pleased because you wanted both… and now you got them ♥ ~

Oh wait I just had a thot

Imagine fucking Deku so good that you can see OFA softly lighting up and flickering under his skin

I don’t know why that’s so hot to me but it’s been on my mind fr a while👀

I just think it’s hot that the coochie is so good that the guys loose control of their quirk a bit🤤

and it’s so hot cause you can see how much he’s struggling with not letting OFA or anything else go 🥺 so you be a meanie and clench down on him 🥺 and tug at his curls 🥺 and moan that he’s the best hero ever for stuffing you like this 🥺

Could you do bakugou reacting to his s/o giving birth and how he’d comfort her I’m a sucker for comfort

Bakugou would be so panicky, but not wanting to admit it

You can tell though, with the extra yelling and all

His face reads utter panic as you inform him of your water breaking

He’s moving quickly around the house, keeps an eye on you as much as he can

He’s juggling a million and one things all at the same time

Calling his agency to inform them that his paternity leave starts right fucking now

Somehow also calling Deku and Shitty Hair to cover for him for his patrol today

He’s getting your bag and scooping you up into the car in under two minutes

Has to double back though to get your shoes, because he was in such a rush

He’s supportive the whole time at the hospital though

Although, just a bit too loud

He’s yelling at the doctors and nurses every time yours or the baby’s heart rate starts beating too fast or too slow

You have to remind him that you’re the one that’s pregnant and hormonal, not him

He lets you squeeze the fuck out of his hand when you have to start pushing

He’s screaming more than you are

Kisses your head and mumbles about how great you did when you finally pop his precious little girl out

He commends you so much for pushing out his lil brat after being in labor for 13 hours 🥺

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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[Cesium Anon] Kyoko and Sayaka were desperate for someone who could fuck them senseless, because their boyfriends are unable to satisfy them. But given that they just walked in on Maki getting fucked senseless by her boyfriend Shuichi, I think they just found their answer.

Tw: NTR

Neither Makoto nor Leon were... satisfactory. In Kyoko’s mind, Makoto is just too soft. Too cuddly and he never tries anything special. While for Sayaka, Leon is incredibly lazy in bed, always ordering her around and almost never moving a pinkie. One is too soft, the other too lazy. The two friends were just walking around campus talking, before hearing something weird. Like someone in pain. Kyoko, always the detective, rushed ahead as Sayaka followed behind, the two of them getting to an abandoned classroom... and as they open it up they come to the ungodly kinky sight of Shuichi behind Maki. The always stoic underclasswoman is being destroyed by a fat dick, but while he is going hard, it is clear he is taking care of her too. A hardcore pounding, really reshaping her insides, but with him as an active participant. The two girls look in shock, and the two inside realise they’ve been caught but Maki, instead of fearing and panicking as Shuichi does... just grins.

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Three hours have passed. Maki is once more still being fucked by Shuichi, this time right onto the teacher’s desk, her legs open as he pounds away at her, his cock rubbing against her insides, Sayaka and Kirigiri fallen down around her, all four of their lower holes stretched out and leaking cum, as Maki grabs Shuichi’s head and starts kissing him. She never had an issue on sharing and it seems those two needed a nice fucking. She’ll talk to them later about how this will all pan out but... she can finally say Shuichi is getting tired in the bedroom. Maybe one or two more girls will help. Eh, she’ll think about this later. Another orgasm is coming and she isn’t sure she’ll be able to think after it - Yep~ Yep~ No more thinking, just cumming~

Want vs Need

Headcanons of what they want in a partner and what they actually need in a partner.

Sohma Shigure x GN reader + Sohma Hatori x GN reader

CW: some mentions of sex

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Want

He has a major savior complex. He wants to feel needed by someone as he thinks it reaffirms their love for him.

He comes off very sexual and would want someone who would feel comfortable being sexual as well.

However, he has a bad relationship with sex and will use it in a way that's transactional, so he might think he wants someone who is very sexual.

He's used to having power imbalances in the relationship he seeks, so he's become comfortable with treating relationships like a game.

Need

Someone really good at communicating. Shigure is always scheming and is a bit manipulative, so he needs someone who will be direct with him always to counter this.

Like before, he thinks he wants someone sexual, but he needs someone who has firm boundaries and will assert those.

Someone who's not afraid to be a little emotional.

An independent person is great but being able to lean on him a little would be good. Or even just giving him those little affirmations would boost his confidence in the relationship.

Being an extrovert would help form a good bond with him, but he enjoys quiet quality time with people so having an S/O who is able to balance that, he will appreciate it.

Someone who is an equal to him. If you can go toe to toe with him and intellectually challenge him, he would think that's fun. Of course, this would all have to be in good fun and not be about psychological warfare.

I think he really needs someone who would appreciate his cheesy romantic gestures and maybe even do some back. It would surprise him to have it returned. He's a hopeless romantic.

Want

Someone who is soft, kind, and warm, as well as reliable.

Someone who will accept him for who he is. In the most obvious sense, in terms of being a zodiac member, but also on a deeper level.

I think he would want someone who is intelligent, maybe even scholarly.

He seems to be attracted to people who have bright personalities or are a little on the extroverted side.

He's a soft sex kind of guy so he wouldn't want someone super kinky. He's vanilla as fuck and would want someone like that as well.

Need

Someone who knows how to loosen up a bit and have fun. Not anything super crazy, but enough to show him how to be free.

An S/O who doesn't mind not showing PDA. I think this is less about the zodiac curse and more about respecting his level of comfort. Although he does seem to like little touches here and there.

Someone who is confident and would be able to reaffirm him at times.

Someone who is able to make him laugh because he's always very serious and deserves to have a good laugh.

Hatori has a better grasp on healthy romantic relationships than Shigure does, but I think he would still benefit from someone who is independent but also not afraid to be a little emotional.

beggars can’t be choosers.

levi ackerman x reader x eren jaeger.

includes : threesome, cockwarming, edging/denied orgasm, oral, swearing. whole lotta smut, not a lotta plot.

wc : 4k.

synopsis : a promiscuous sequel. eren knows you’re missing levi and him, and he’s gonna help out his desperate little friend to get the captains attention.

✰ a / n ,, thank you for almost 1,000 followers, i love you all ! <33.

The night after it all transpired- you were like a new woman, the unusual smile on your face made the others query your motives when you appeared at breakfast, lunch, and dinner, even on missions.

'What has her so lively?'

You were fulfilled, there was nothing that could top that night- that night was the embodiment of your fantasies. Both your Captain and long time friend, with you right in the middle.

For the most part, your affairs with the two dwelled to be the same, your comrades still unable to tell something had gone down between the three of you. Eren invariably sat next to you; you teased each other just like always and your Captain still treated you like a peon.

Though not even you could disagree to the fact that you were like an addict, just itching to be touched like a pervert, you longed for the littlest bit of attention- per usual. And it was more painful when Eren purposely chose to torment you, little pokes and prods, long hugs and squeezes sent you over the moon, this was a game to him, and he played it good.

You didn't concede this to Eren, but he could tell you had these twisted ideas in your mind without a word needing to be spoken, watching you doze off into space. Whilst your mind was filled with vile notions of that night- at every waking moment of the day- Eren much less thought about that evening with Captain Levi involved, he would rather make his own remembrances with you.

Giving your feelings the time to fester meant nearly dropping to your knees if anyone so little as gave you a high five.

And Eren loves to use this to further his objective, he finds it a good source of entertainment to watch you shiver, or whine because, ‘she doesn’t even hide it, she wants me so bad.’

On one end, Captan Levi was his usual cold self, and you still flirted with him... For the joke.

While on the other end, he liked it- of course, he did, he liked the chivalry enough to drag you into his office and show you how much he liked your trifling behavior.

Whether he liked it or not, he found himself thinking about it too. Not enough to divert his attention on more crucial aspects of his life and job of course, nor did he act on his thoughts.

It was so pitiful, laying in bed looking at your ceiling as you touched yourself- for what felt like hours- feeling both of them filling you up and giving you what you yearned for. The feeling almost too real, and you yearned to feel it again. You needed it again, no matter the cost.

Your mind filled with only Levi Ackerman and Eren Jaeger.

"What are you thinking about?"

Breaking out of your reverie, seeing Connie parking his rear in the dining halls bench, "oh, nothin' just tired." He hums in response, slowly nodding.

"Dreamin’ about me, I hope."

"Only in your wildest dreams, Springer."

Jean, who's sitting beside his friend and throwing a loose arm over his shoulder, "who'd be daydreaming about you?" he cackles, Connie shoving his best friends’ arm off of him and frowning.

"Don't worry Jean, I have enough love for the both of you."

"I don't-"

"You love it though, right, horse face?" peeking a look to your side, the familiar brunette is claiming his seat next to you, grinning at his friend who's flustered and kicking Eren under the table.

Jean struggles to play it cool, rolling his eyes and tossing his hands behind his head, "I already have someone on my mind."

"Shucks, I can't play around with you anymore?" wriggling your eyebrows, devilish smile growing on your face, Jean shakes his head.

"Nope, doesn't work on me anymore."

Connie interjects, "don't listen to em', he's always gonna be a slave for your little flirts."

"Am not!"

"Yeah, you are, everyone knows it."

Armin and Mikasa walk into the arguing, giving each other a side-eye before hesitantly settling at the table, hearing Jean try to defend himself against his friends, "guys, no need to yell so early in the morning." Armin hushes, sighing.

"Jean, you know you love it."

"Even Armin likes it!" Eren laughs, pointing at his best friend, "he won't deny it either!"

Armin smiles cheekily, scratching the back of his head, "we're not talking about myself right now."

You had a skill, almost like it was an art- reeling any man in as you pleased, and they loved it, who wouldn't?

You suck in a corner of your bottom lip, looking down at your lap.

"Why are you be so loud, Eren?"

The table instantly falls mute, heads darting to face the man in charge, "sorry Cap."

"I want you all outside in ten minutes, be on time."

As quick as he comes, he's gone, not looking at you indifferently. 'This was seriously going to be a one-time thing?'

"You look antsy, y/n." Eren leans over to your ear, "what's on your mind?" he asks, you look at him, he knew exactly what was on your mind.

"You know what's on my mind, Eren,” smug look on his lips, patting your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze, "don't tease me, Jaeger." You mutter, placing your hand on top of his own to remove it from your leg.

"Y'know, now all of a sudden you don't like it when I touch you because it makes you think of that night, it's obvious."

Your eyes squinting to scowl at him, glancing around to see if anyone had heard what he said; they didn't, all of them either throwing away garbage or talking amongst themselves, "why don't you just stir things up again? You want to, I can tell."

You sit there silently, allowing him to rev up your engine, this was something you craved to feel, he wanted to see you act up, enticing him and his friends, "do what you did before, Captain is bound to give you what you want."

You listened to every word he said, his hand still on your thigh as you closed your legs, squeezing them together as your body throbbed, he was right, and you were desperate, "why don't you go tell him how much you want it?"

You lick your chapped lips, throat bone dry as you're uncomfortably struggling to find words, "Eren," he flashes you a smile, 'she's falling apart with just me looking at her.'

"I can't tell him anything, and you better not either," you grit, eventually gaining some self-control, standing from your seat as he remains in his, "shouldn't we go? Everyone else is gone."

Eren stands, stepping over the bench as he takes a look around, the room was nearly empty, "Levi's gonna be mad at us, maybe he'll even punish you if you're lucky."

You shake your head, "just let me help you," you gaze up at him whilst the two of you follow behind your friends, "I can help you get what you want."

You pondered the offer, "yeah?"

He smiles, "of course," Eren tried to contain himself, even the idea of having you under him made his dick twitch under his belt.

"What do you have in mind?" you spoke, he hummed quietly, "wanna' get me in trouble?"

The tension between the two of you rose, holding your breath as you reached the empty field for sparring, he nodded his head, "of course I do."

You brainstormed, how to get attention from your Captain, but what you didn't know was Eren was already putting his plan into motion, already telling your friends what would land you right in his bed.

Hours later, the time dinner came around, the table was just like the ordinary, chatting and eating after a long day of activities; but unbeknownst to you, Eren was counting the seconds before the Captain would come storming into the room.

During the day, while you sparred with Jean, Eren found himself talking to Connie right in front of the men in charge- both Erwin and Levi listened in as Eren purposely filled Connie's ear with intentions you had. Vile thoughts, Levi and Erwin looking at each other, the Commander blown away, 'yeah, she said to me she wanted Captain to chain her up and everything, torture her, even,’

'Are you serious?' Eren nodded slyly.

‘That’s y/n for you, kinky, isnt she?’ crossing his arms.

'She is one freaky bastard- better not let Captain find out.'

But- to no avail, it was a little too late for that.

"Y/n,"

His voice split through the talkative room in an instant, voice booming as you quickly looked up, swallowing your food, "Eren, Y/n, my office- now."

Connie and Eren exchanged looks and you caught them, "what's that look for?"

"Don't worry about it lets just go."

Levi had already left the dining hall, you walked beside Eren, "what did you do, Eren?"

"Nothing." He defends, shrugging as you inched closer to the familiar wooden door.

Eren stopped in front of the door, he wasted no time, knuckles knocking on the old wood, "calm down, it's all fine."

Letting out a sigh, hearing his voice on the other side of the entrance, the two of you slipping past the doorframe and right into his office, he sat there, arms crossed in his chair, "do you have anything you'd like to say for yourself?"

Before you get the chance to speak, Eren perks up, "what do you mean, Captain?"

"Y/n?"

You choked, throat dry from the awkwardness in the room, "I'm confused on what you mean, sir." Levi scoffed, shaking his head. He was angry, nearly incensed as he watched you shuffle around, your eyes stuck on your feet.

The sound of his chair pushing backward sends shivers up your spine, he stands, "I don't know where to start with either of you."

"Tell him why you did it, y/n."

Your head practically spinning off your shoulders to face the man who stood beside you, "what do you mean, Jaeger?"

Your eyes bulging out of your head, squeezing your fists as you glared at Eren, "say it, cadet."

You looked at Levi in dismay, "I don't know what he's talking about, sir."

"I should've brought Connie in here too for listening to the bullshit you were spewing."

'Bullshit I was spewing?'

"All I was saying was what she told me, Cap."

"Yeah, apparently, y/n."

You meet eyes with your Captain as he's rounding his table, "you want it that bad?"

Avoiding his question, praying for him to step back, feeling weak from his intense glare, sending you into a nervous turmoil.

"Answer me."

You defended yourself, unable to give the boss an answer. Levi was mad, he was beyond humiliated at not only did Erwin hear your perverse ideas, but now big-mouth Connie. And he was fed up- once again- with your behavior.

He’s angrily stepping away from you and opening his bedroom door, "bring her, Jaeger."

Grabbing your wrist, Eren is nearly flinging you into the dimly lit bedroom, stumbling over your feet as the door is clicking shut. You rubbed your wrist, looking at Levi who stands before you, looking up at him.

His strong hands sitting you on the edge of his bed, his finger meeting under your chin and tilting your head up as you stared at him breathlessly, "you want things to be your way, right?"

You nodded, Eren standing next to your Captain, "things won't always go your way, cadet."

You gulped, the restriction growing under his grasp as he slid his hand down your neck, squeezing, "you're lucky I'm even doing this for you, you should be locked up."

Glancing at Eren, who's gradually unhooking his belt, "use this, Captain."

The leather belt being pulled from around Eren's waist and being placed in Levi's hand, he graciously seizes it and pushes you to get up, "lie down and be quiet, understood?"

Before reaching the other side of the bed, your captain is linking the material around your wrists behind your back and using his knee to push you on the bed, your body vulnerable as you can't catch your fall. Knees just barely hanging over the edge of the bed, someone's feet kicking your legs open.

"So I've been on your mind? because it sure seems it."

Digging your head into the sheets, you're nodding, "disgusting."

The weight of the bed plunges in front of your head, fingers entering your hair and pulling you up by the roots, "you think I'll be easy on you this time around?"

You shake your head, "no sir."

With Levi in front of you, Eren is using his foot to slip off your shoes, his hands crawling below your waist, blindly unbuttoning your jeans and tugging them down your thighs.

Pushing you onto your back, Levi is sliding off the bed and you're trying to blow your hair out of your face, Eren steps out of the Captains' way, Levi pushing your knees up and placing your feet on the bed, "you've been acting up again, misbehaving won't get you what you want, y/n."

"She probably wanted this to happen again."

You did, you prayed for it to happen again, but you didn't intend to be tied up, unable to do anything, "I didn't ask to be tied up, though," you muttered under your breath, pulling against the material.

Eren laughs, unbuttoning your blouse while your Captain pinned your legs against your stomach, squirming around under his tight grasp.

“You go around and tell everyone how desperate you are,” you feel his thumb slowly press against the sensitive nub concealed by only your thin underwear, “have you been thinking about us fucking you again, y/n?” calculatedly pushing his thumb up and down, applying more pressure while he keeps your leg in a firm grasp against your body.

“It’s disgusting, really.”

He knows you you hate to be teased, Levi knew if he had even given you a taste of what you begged for, you'd become greedy. Eren on the other hand was sadistic, he would tease and tease and tease, that's how he would get off.

You're caught up in the painstaking abuse of his thumb, not giving any thought to the question he had asked you. He stops, looking at you with a bitter glare, “didn't I ask you a question?” you whine, pressing your head deeper into the mattress.

“Yes, Captain- I've been thinking about you fucking me.”

He's gratified by your answer, knowing that the inquiry would humiliate you.

“Dirty- fuckin’ dirty.” He taunts, picking up where he left off. Levi stands beside his subordinate, Eren pressing your other leg up and finding his fingers hooking around the wet fabric, and trying to get a look at your cunt.

Eren moves out of the way, allowing Levi to push your body back farther, he lowers to his knees, leaning against the edge of the bed, “do you enjoy giving me a hard time?”

They never failed to get you under their complete control, your heart beating out of your chest whenever either of them gave you as little as a glance with their lust-filled eyes. It was so incredibly wrong, so immoral, but it was your guys’ thing, this was your little secret.

“You’ve always been such a troublesome girl.”

Weakly, you're shaking your head, trying to keep your breathing under control as his fingers are raking between your sopping folds, spreading them apart with his calloused index and middle finger, admiring your beautiful body. ‘God- if you weren't such a pest.’ Levi pushed those thoughts to the back of his head, you'd always be his little annoying flirt, nothing more- nothing less.

Though both Eren and Levi seemed to enjoy pleasuring you until numb, your captain knew he needed to instill some discipline, he couldn't let himself be seen as a push-over just because he couldn't stop thinking about how you squeezed his cock so perfectly.

The thought of his fingers being knuckle deep inside your pussy brought him close to reaching bliss in his jeans, you didn't even have to touch him.

Curving his fingers up into your tight, textured walls, feeling your heartbeat throb around his two fingers as he made sure to send shock waves throughout your body. The pad of his thumb rubbing deep and slow circles around your clit, each time he hit a nerve your legs twitching, he hit every spot.

Eren stood beside you, loosely pumping his cock in his fist, watching you squirm and cry out, trying to free yourself as your wrists were falling asleep from the weight of your body, “l-let me go, please.”

Levi and Eren dismissed your pleas, trying so desperately to close your legs from the strong thrusts of his fingers, the overstimulation making your back arch, sucking his fingers in for more, and more.

That coil tightening in your stomach was unmistakable, head spinning, moaning out blubbers of swears and incoherent words, “go on, cum.” They know how bad you've been waiting for this, both men knew it needed to happen again, it was sad seeing you feral like a dog looking for any sort of notoriety.

That's all you wanted to hear, selfishly pushing your quivering hips onto his fingers, he knew this would make you furious, Levi was ready to make your night hell.

All of it stopped. His digits pulling out of your clenching hole as he smirked, standing up onto his feet, pulling you farther and farther away from the peak of your climax.

Gasping like a fish out of water, lifting your head to see Levi on his feet, you sobbed, pain filling your body as you were so prepared, so close to releasing, “Captain,” crying, your foot shaking from the awful tension erected in your lower stomach, your pussy mindlessly twitching, trying to make up for lost touch.

He leans towards your face, gripping your jaw, slipping his slick-covered fingers down your tongue, “that's what happens when you aren't good, I'm sure you understand that, right?”

“Yes- sir.”

He pitties you, almost feeling bad for leaving you a mess in your tears and exertion, but Eren, on the other hand, loved it. “If you take good care of Eren, you might get what you want.”

Eren helps you up, keeping your wrists bound as he can now take advantage of your wet throat, “she knows how to take good care of us.” Eren praises, petting your head and peeling the stranded hairs out of your face, “you’ve always been so good to me.”

Levi scoffs, “besides when she's being a tease.”

Your captain unzips his pants, pushing them past his thighs.

Sitting on the bed and leaning his bare back against the bed frame, “come over here.”

Like a feeble idiot, you're bringing your body closer to his, he grabs you by your waist, lifting one leg and yanking you over his lap, Eren gets on the bed, his tip spilling precum, “you're gonna sit still while you help your friend out, yeah?”

Levi prepares his cock by stealing some of your slick and lubricating hmself with it, lifting your hips so he can ease you onto his cock.

Pushing yourself onto his hips only made him annoyed, “don't you dare,” you groan, he keeps you somewhat upright by keeping a hold on Erens belt.

Eren gripping the back of your head, directing your mouth onto his cock, your lips wrapping around his tip whilst looking in his pretty eyes, his thick eyebrows furrowed and twisted from the satisfaction your mouth is endowing his needy cock with.

Your tongue licking the bottom side of his cock as you pressed your throat until it was filled.

He just wants to hear you gag, messy face while your throat tightens around him, adjusting to his size.

Your pussy crying and burning from the lack of movement, your Captain torturing you, whining on Eren’s cock, hoping Levi would just move a little, although you knew better than to attempt anything.

Eren rocking his hips against your throat, spit spilling from your chin as he throat fucks you, Levi sees how good of a job you're doing, rutting his hips into your dripping cunt only once to keep you going- cueing you to hurry and swallow Erens load so you can convince them to fuck you.

Pulling out of your throat, strings of spit connecting to his cock as he stops himself from releasing down your throat.

Levi’s pleased with you, so he wants to reward you, ‘she’s suffered enough,’ he says to himself, fucking you on his cock just how you like it. Letting out whimpers of relief; by the time your Captain had decided to fuck you, the base of his cock had already been soaking from your slick trickling down and onto his pubic bone. Erens hand palming your perky tits, watching them bounce at the hands of you riding him.

Reversing on Levi’s cock meant Eren could see your pretty little face twist up, your mouth stuck open as you looked at the man in front of you, you were so precious- if anything- you deserved him, you deserved his affection, and he wanted to give it to you.

“Cap’ gonna cum,” you're body trying to curl up in a ball as he holds you from plunging forward, the movement of your hips bouncing back and forth on him, your ass slapping on his cock, the sound of skin loud, which he used as encouragement to plant his seed in you. Such a vicious noise as Levi keeps you still, rutting his hips into yours as he's pulling your head back by a handful of your hair. Your body left with shockwaves as he fucks any sort of knowledge, words, and sounds out of you; you're silent, mouth ajar as you're eventually worthy enough to reach your high.

Your head spinning, eyes being surrounded by a warm white as you're clenching around him to suck him in deeper, your holes twitching as you're frozen still from the orgasm erupting from your body.

Levi grunting as he fills you up with his load, thrusting his hips into you to plant his seed as deep as possible into your beaten little cunt.

“That's right, so pretty- I bet that felt good, didn't it?”

“It did- ‘need more, Eren.”

Eren smirks, face glowing with pride, so vulnerable you were, a girl with needs- his girl, and he had all the antidotes for your selfish little troubles. You were always so willing, truly, you were the perfect participant.

“I think I should untie her, what do you think?”

“Go on and do it, I think she deserves it.” a sigh of relief leaving your lungs as you're set free, rubbing your raw wrists while Eren is easing you on your back, his hands caressing every inch of your sore body, gently squeezing when he gets a good handful of your soft flesh. Up your thighs, under, your perfect waist and sides, he wanted it all-and he wanted you at his disposal.

And thankfully, you wanted them all to yourself too.

Eren knew he wouldn't last long, he's been waiting too long for you, so he doesn't spare any seconds, kneading your tits; giving each of them the right amount of attention, rolling your nipple between his fingers, lightly tugging as he's pushing past your little hole, “filled with so much cum already, you like bein’ a cocksleeve? You like being stuffed, huh?”

Nodding, “yes- I love it s’much, love it!”

Levi holds your wrists above your head.

Eyes rolling back, Erens cock drilling into you, your body shaking as he tears another orgasm out of you, you cried and screamed, Levi inserting his two fingers down your throat to shut you up as Hanges room was no more than ten feet away.

You loved it, you loved it so much- you loved being the center of their attention, you adored being their little ragdoll, how they could fuck you into oblivion so mercilessly, yet make sure you get your fix.

His cock knocking into you, hitting your cervix, which sent moans flying out of your throat, gripping his wrist tightly while he held your thigh up around his waist.

You deemed it your job to please them, to take care of them, and they felt the same- it was the implicit rule of this situationship.

Erens trying to instill as much self-control as he can bear to keep, but it's merely no use, he’s slipping, and fast. His cock constantly slamming into your nerves sent you into a spiral, every thrust fucked your eyes to the back of your head, “fuckin’ you stupid huh- I missed this tight cunt.” Eren spits, the sweat from his body dripping onto your sticky body as your pussy goes numb.

“I love your cock- love it s’much Eren,” your beautiful voice could alone bring both men to climax, he uses it as motivation to cum deep into your pussy. Levi wiped the drool from the side of your lip, along with your tears as he watched you.

Eren pulled out, light moans as he shivered, spilling his seed on your stomach, a mantra of your name falling from his tongue as he tried to regain control.

With you left fucked out on the bed as they got dressed, almost like a routine- you're left struggling to put your clothes on as Levi is trying to rush the two of you out of his room so he can strip his sheets.

“Don't get caught.” He's warning, seeing the two of you out, you're practically trudging through the corridors with Eren at your side as you feel more of a mixture of your cum soak through your underwear and legs, your jeans getting damp with each step you took.

Right as you neared the bedroom door, thankful to be able to strip yourself of your clothing in only a few minutes, Eren ensures you get to your room safely, but no one is that lucky- are they?

“Whatcha’ guys up to?”

Before catching a glimpse of your face, you're gasping and looking away, Eren turning around to see Connie and Jean, “busy?”

Eren laughs, casually speaking, “does it look like it?” he looks more or less as disheveled as you did, his hair falling from the hair tie, while you looked a mess.

“She looks like she just got hit by a bus.”

Your body barreling over in embarrassment, you find it hard to look at them, Jeans’ eyes doubling in size as he sees the unfamiliar piece of fabric in your hand.

“Is that- your bra?”

                                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.”

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