no cs omg fairy my big big brain is working !!
what if atsuko wasnât an only child? what if he had a little brother who loved mom too?? sibling rivalry??
tw implied incest, jealousy, manipulative tendencies on ko WhATS new
if atsuko x mom!reader had an even more complicated situation
Ryotaâs eyes are dragged from the pretty shape of the falling cherry blossom petals with a force greater than him. He looks over his shoulder, hands tightening slightly on the bike handlesâ just in time to avoid Atsukoâs attempt at slapping him in the back of the head. As he dodges, he pushes the meathead away by the arm, and kicks out his leg at his shin. âHeard you coming, motherfucker.â
âFor once,â Atsuko grins when he still manages to land a mostly good-spirited squeeze at the back of his neck, and the younger manâs shoulders jerk up in protection. When he falls into step next to him, they both turn the last corner as the warm, evening sun makes harsh shadows. âDonât you have volleyball training to get to, brat?â
âDonât you have some teachers to bribe, dick?â He sighs. âPractice is canceled because our captain is home with a fever.â
Ryotaâs dark eyes stay on his brotherâs face when the grin curls up onto it. Of course Atsuko doesnât falter. âAh. My good name got you into school without a scholarship- you should be thankful.â
As theyâve grown older some of the edge has splintered away from the accusations, and now only a smooth surface remains. One that keeps the peace. One that doesnât leave bad impressions. The older brushes his fingers through his hair to get it out of his face, before sliding his hands back into his pockets.
âIs Tooru getting mom anything for Motherâs Day?â Ryota asks after a brief break, and his brother just shakes his head.
âWell, except the usual⊠treatment on a holiday,â the lighter brunetâs mouth pulls into a slight line, absentmindedly scratching his arm, âI don't think so. No trip or anything at least, they just had their anniversary trip.â He doesnât hesitate to swing an arm over his shoulder as he squeezes him under his shoulder. âAnd you can call him dad.â
Thatâs something he doesnât feel the urge to respond to.
âAre you gonna do something?â He ends up asking.
The older man now frowns at Ryota, who raises a hand in flimsy protection. Itâs not the first time heâs gotten into trouble for less. His arm slips off as soon as it came when he straightens up with a frown. Ko nii canât truly think heâs subtle. No, in fact, there is no way that anyone with eyes can mistake it for anything else. Still Atsuko asks. âWhat kind of fucking question is that?â
âItâs a fucking question, anii,â Ryota bites back, frowning too now. It doesnât last long before he forces it off his face though, seeing the house come up at the end of the street. You donât like seeing them not get alongâ and for what itâs worth, when Atsukoâs not acting like a possessive tool, they get along fine. âDâyou wanna do something with mom as a family?â He adds after a few seconds of silence.
Silence where Ko nii seems to mull his answer around in his mouth until it becomes acceptable to say, or maybe until the bad taste fades. Heâs got a glint in his eye, and his mouth stays shut for too long. Itâs almost like heâs debating just telling him after all. But the unspoken knowledge is enough, isnât it? It doesnât need to be more than that.
That way he can still pretend. Ryota laughs. âRight. Forgot you wanna have it be a private audience. Should I stay at someone elseâs house for the day or can you control yourself?â Atsukoâs grin canât be wiped from his face. If it was Ryota, heâd at least have some fucking shame about it.
It seems like that thought hasnât even crossed his older brotherâs mind. And without meaning to, he lets the slight sourness on his tongue fall out with a complaint, rolling his eyes. âYou should probably re-learn about sharing. Sheâs my mom too-â
âYeah?â The older basically skips a few steps ahead, before running his tongue over his teeth and grinning as he takes off towards their garden. âToo bad. If you wanted a bite you shouldâve been born first.â
He makes a face. âThatâs fucking gross, anii.â His bike clicks as he rolls it behind, and his eyes scan the green for you. Only one thing gets his brother that giddy- his eyes stop to run over you where youâre reaching up to the branches of the trees, and picking out some early apples. Atsuko tackles you into a broad shouldered hug, before picking you up under your legs and into him, and he can hear how your giggles echo the street. You look good, pretty. The sweetheart dress youâre wearing clings to your waist and with how Ko niiâs hands are glued to your ass, he does see it.
Heâd have to be blind not to see it. You are pretty. You let Atsu kiss you on the mouth but pull back when the big fuck probably tries to slip his tongue in. Freak. Not that that stops the barrage of love the guy heaps on you as Ryota drops his bike onto the grass. You only pull away from where Koâs pretty much biting kisses down your throat to aim your beautiful smile on him instead, and he canât help but feel warmer when holding up his hand.
âHi, ma.â
Your tangled fingers pull from Ko niiâs hand to reach out to him as you rush over on sandals and your love glitters at him when he gets close. Itâs like a tidal wave that coats everything in heat, warm and soft and kind like youâve always been. What Atsukoâs doing is fucked up, but he does get it. âBaby~â You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him down, and he lets his hands clench tight around your waist.
âI missed you so much.â He doesnât pick you up, or kiss you, or basically make out with your neckâ and you place a loving kiss on his cheek before wiping your hands on your dress. âThank you for coming home, I know youâre busy at school.â
âItâs really- itâs fine. Missed you.â He doesnât mean to stoke the flame, but as he looks up through his lashes he meets eyes with Atsuko. Whoâs chewing his bottom lip to get rid of the ever so slightly agitated grinâ that only tightens when Ryota finds himself winding his arms around you a bit tighter. Enough to pull you off your balance and make you laugh, before pushing away as you look between them both.
âDo you guys want to take a dip before dinner?â The sun casts the pool in perfect dappled light. âI took a dip earlier and the water is just right~ if you get the chance.â
Atsuko only waits a second before he reaches his hand back to you to stroke his thumb along your neck, then pulls you in when he softly tangles his fingers into the base of your hair. âIâll go if you go.â You donât hesitate to brush that off and roll your eyes, but your hand still lands on the lighter brunetâs chest. His eyes shift to where the younger brother is still standing in the front yard, slips his hands into his front pockets. âRyota wants us to do something for Motherâs Day in a couple days⊠Any requests?â
The hand thatâs still on your neck now moves down your spine, lower, lower- until it traces over the fabric to brush along the edge. When you donât respond, your face turns to his questioning, and a bit shocked. But Atsuko isnât. âWhat about a repeat of last year, mom?â He asks, and drops his lips to your temple after a self-satisfied grin. âMaybe Iâll keep it a surprise for now. I know what you like.â
He shrugs as he walks away with you still left in your spot on the deckâ taps the door frame on his way inside. âRyoâs back, dad! Iâm gonna give mom a massage in the master bedroom. She worked so hard today.â
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Forgot how much I love Atsuko until I saw him again, spent the next hour scrolling his tag and reading about the nasty lil demon
He's so horribleâ€ïž really is his father's son
YeYEUEYEEYE honestly same I go through periods of withdrawal and then severe addiction sFYDYTSST he iSSS HE IS a nasty lil demon heâs a gross guy just like his dad and we love him for it
quick n very unchecked so sorry if itâs full of typos I just missed himmmm
tw mom x son incest, jealousy, ko being sweet for once gets him privileges
âHi, Mrs. Oikawa! Looking good!â
âYo, your mom is young. And hot.â Someone pipes up too loud, making the guys snicker when Atsuko resorts to chucking an empty beer bottle at his head. He dodges just in time, maybe luckily, because the others donât know he definitely meant for it to hit. All except probably Eiji, whoâs brows arch up in a knowing sort of quirk before he takes another few swigs of the alcohol.
âGotta help unload, donât wait up,â he says.
And it can only be the smart ass older guy who mumbles back an amused âTake your time.â
Atsuko doesnât bother to reply further. He mightâve started a fight when he was a bit younger, instead he just jogs up to pick you up into a twirled hug first thing when you get out of the car.
You laugh brightly, and his mouth aches to meet yours. âOh, hello,â your soft voice chants almost song like, rubbing your hand along his cheek just quickly before already starting to worm out of his grip. Too soon. âMissed you, Ko. You should have seen some of the rooms Tooru set us up intoâ they were perfect. Iâve never had such a relaxing time in my life.â Your face is coloured from the sun, a few extra light freckles to be seen on your cheeks when you click open the trunk and sigh at the luggage.
Heâs quick to dip down and steal a kiss when youâre distracted, before tossing the bags over his shoulders and picking up the slumped luggage. âI got it.â
âSure?â Your eyes shine, and he tries his best not to be jealous at the idea that you spent two whole weeks celebrating your anniversary with Tooru. Two weeks where his dad no doubt fucked you in every corner of the fancy suite and every semi-private area of the beach. He is though- extremely. âI leave for a few days to come back to my baby all gentlemanly,â you smile softly when he motions his face at the door.
And he clicks his tongue, before pulling the tip of it between his teeth as he trails behind you to get a good look of your ass in the elegant, but skintight skirt youâre wearing. âIâm wooing you, thatâs why,â he nods back, grinning wider when you stare back at him.
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His hands are on your shoulders as he manipulates you to sit in front of the mirror and look back at the both of you- hanging onto his hand as he stands full, towering height above you. âAtsu,â you start when his one hand moves to your crown, grabbing himself through his boxers while looking at every perfect expression on your face - flushed and needy and distracted, âI just got back, Iâm tired. And your dad will be home in an hour, heâs just gone to get groceries- and- agh.â
He doesnât bother to wait to push his underwear down until his already hard, flushed and heavy cock bobs up between his legs at the sound of your voice. Then his fist wrings around the edge of the head to watch some precum bead at the slit, and he shuffles in to put it up to your face. âMissed you too much. Don't tell me that old geezer tired you out that bad. See what Iâve been dealing with for weeks?â You donât say anything because youâre too distracted with letting your hand wrap around as he insists, throwing his head back when you let your tongue out to meet his pounding tip. It thumps almost meanly with his heartbeat when your mouth lets him invade into it, slowing to suck around the most sensitive part of him. âOhh- fuck. Oh fuck, mom. Missed my momâs fucking- taste so much. Your mouth, ân your cunt- fuck me.â
It makes his entire face reddish with hot blood, mind so empty, and his eyes blurry when fucking into your mouth with impatient bucks. It just feels so fucking good when you donât stop him, let out a soft mewl when sucking your cheeks around his thick length on the way up. âIâm in-,â you smack when you come up, smiling up at him and moaning when his fingers pull into your hair and yank you around, âin a good mood today.â Atsukoâs fucking flushed. Where youâre sitting under him without a complaint in the world, taking his balls into your mouth to make him shudder on his legs and stare down at you with mouth agar, he can barely believe it when you slip off your ring to put it on the grond, then blink up at him. âI like it when you miss me like this. Itâs sweet.â
Your naked chest rises and falls in tune with his, where you blink big, loving eyes up at him Like youâre seeing only him. Thereâs no complaints of Tooru to be heard, and youâre kissing up his thigh in a way that will surely haunt him. âTell me where you want me? Missed you, baby.â
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omg atsuko⊠i miss that little incest demon đ«¶đ
GiRL YOU AND ME BOth I missed him so much I miss his stupid smug face and his attitude and his clinginess and I !!! AgHDJFJFJ hang on I wanna give you a little snippet I scrapped from a fic of his âĄâĄâĄ
tw mom x son incest, dubcon, possessiveness
The weight on you is much too heavy. The brief nap is therefore interrupted without an apology when you groan and try to free your arms from under his muscular chest. At your movement he breathes a soft laugh into the top of your hair, and squeezes you into a solid hug. âHmn, you remember when we used to cuddle like this every afternoon?â
âThat was-â you huff, and one of your arms make it out just enough to pet down his curly head of hair and between his shoulders âbefore you outgrew Tooru. Ahg- Atsuko, youâre too heavy, get off-â
Instead of listening, he chuckles and just turns his face towards you, and hovers that smiley, cursed mouth just a breath away. You could struggle. You could try to get out from under him. But heâs got that glint in his eyes thatâs basically daring you to try, so the best youâve got is to stare him down instead. And your boy just raises a brow, before sliding one hand up your shoulder to hold your throat. âOhhh, am I? Poor you.â
He leans down to kiss your lips slowly and too deeply, enjoying dragging his tongue along yours as you wiggle, and then sits up halfway to allow you room to sit up. But before you can slide out of the couch, his large hands wind around your waist, and one hand hooking under the elastic of your panties, he turns you around and pulls you right back into his lapâ his lips rosy. âCâmere. I havenât gotten to -hm.â He cuts himself off by grinding his hips up against you, and forcing you to hold steady on his stomach. â-let me see your tits. Please.â
âKoâ,â
He doesnât wait before sliding his hands under your loose comfy shirt and pulling it up over your head, rubbing himself against you as he moans. âCome on, dadâs not gonna be home for hours, and Iâm hard just thinking about it.â He is. The flimsy athletic shorts are doing nothing to hide the feeling of the heat of his center against you, or the twitching of his hard cock as it is rolled along your slit. âGot hard seeing you,â he takes one tit into his mouth for a few seconds, before switching to your mouth to moan, âlaying here with no bra, moaning my name-â
âI wasnât,â you quickly breathe back, trying not to whimper as he takes your other tit and rolls the nipple along his teeth, making you jerk against him.
âYou so were, mom.â He lifts you a little to push the damp cotton of your panties aside and instantly starts rubbing two fingers in lazy circles over your clit, and then smiles. His mouth is back on yours and swallowing down an embarrassingly needy moan and youâ cant help it, you wrap your arms around his shoulders to pull him closer. âI know you like me most. Thatâs why you always get so fucking wet.â He pants in between kisses, sliding thick fingers through the mess and opening you up. âMakes that pretty pussy so sloppy and I havenât even- taken out my cock yet, hm? You want my cock to fill you up?â
That dirty mouth doesnât stop, not even when he starts kissing down your neck in sloppy, possessive kissesâ tracing marks he definitely left on purpose last time too. Your pussy feels so hot and needy, and you donât fight it when your body longs to chase after the touch to sit down onto his fingers when he slides them into you with a satisfied hum. âMom.â You left your boy pull back to pull his shirt over broad shoulders too, and ignore the look he gives when you rock yourself down onto his touch with tiny whimpers. âMom, take out my cock, câmon. Youâre dripping all over my shorts, and I know you want to moan my name.â
âYouâre soâ agh- f-fuck-â He hoists you up onto your knees to suck a trail of sloppy kisses down your tits, and rubbing impatient but good, such good, motions over your needy clitâ before using his free hand to shove his own shorts down his thick thighs. Your pussy clenches when he rests his face against your midriff, and fucks two long fingers into you until you drip down his hand, and the touches grow more teasing.
When he looks up he has that smug smile again though, and long lashes cant hide the amusement at your tense look, biting back moans. âIâll help you, like the adoring son I am. Here, see?â He takes his cock to brush it along your messy slit, the head glossy and flushed as the thick, heavy length seems to get even more hard by the second. And with his pants halfway down his legs, he looks at you before patting his thigh. âSay âthank you, babyâ. I can make you say my name when youâre getting fuckedâ you canât help yourself, right?â
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Yes, please bring Atsuko back; I love and miss him. đ„Ž
:'>> i had to give a little taste for just you and me because i have no self control thank you my loveeee i miss him too hdfsgfdi
tw incest, mom!reader, atsuko's nerve knows no bounds, panty stealing, some pretty vile dirty talk
"Tooru," your hand slides over the handrail as you lean over it, and your husband's eyes flick up along your body to fall on yours with a delay that the coy smile on his lips can't exactly hide.
"Where are you going?" he pauses the match, and leans onto one flexed arm to look at you further. It's been awfully hot all day, and your top has been discarded for a tiny bikini that he's spent mere minutes on undressing earlier today. You smile, and lean down a little further.
"Have you seen Ko?"
Your husband's eyes run up and down your body again, before he shrugs. "The brat's upstairs." Strange. You were in the bathroom earlier, and his room's door was wide open. Still you pack up your towel and head up with soft steps, humming on your way to the grandiose room you're still not quite over. It's just so lavish, Tooru likes spending his money on nice things, like the rug under your bare feet.
You push into your room with a slight sigh, and falter when the door clicks closed behind you. All you see is a bare broad back, tank top suntanned into his shoulders, a familiar head of brown, loose curls and narrow waist down into a perfect butt as he straddles one of your nice pillows. "Atsuko!" you squeak, and also feel the heat creep over your cheeks as the low groaning only gets louder.
As you walk around your bed, your shared bed with your husband, you can see the way his large hand is wrapped around a painfully flushed, hard cock- and the fabric that's clenched between his fingers and his thick cock is distinctly familiar as he thrusts into the ring of his fingers. Your breathing hitches at the sight, though your lip is caught between your lips. "Atsu... I can't-"
"Perfect -ugh-fucking timing, mom," he groans a shuddered moan as more precum drips down along his fingers and he bucks into his palm, turning over and falling down to slide his back up against the headboard with absolutely no shame. His fingers toy with the seat of your panties, but he doesn't stop stroking even as his cock twitches hard when his eyes trail ever so hungrily down your body. "Wanna come finish me off?"
He places his other arm behind his neck as he opens his thighs more, and his tongue gets caught between his teeth. "That is my pillow, Ko," you only respond, and linger between trying to parent the brat and wanting to stay a safe distance away.
"Mh, you're so hot when you're trying to be stern," he grins wider at that, and stops pumping his cock for just long enough to rub a thumb over the leaking slit and scoot to the edge of the bed instead, then patting his muscular, sweat-coated thighs. His heavy cock bops between his legs, and another bead of precum looks so fucking good as it slowly rolls down. "Come here, c'mon. Dad's had his turn, now it's mine."
Your towels get put on the dresser, and you shuffle in place for a moment to try to relieve the uncomfortable feeling of stickiness now coating your bottom lips. You want to scream at your body and beg it to behave for once, but the heat always gets you flushed. Atsuko's vice is being able to use it against yourself. "Come." He says it again more slowly, and his eyes narrow, and you...
You can't help but give in a little and take a few steps in his general direction. Apparently close enough for him to reach out and grab your hand, pulling you towards him with a soft sigh as he starts cupping your tits in those large hands. "Ko," you whimper it before you even have a chance to stop it. But he doesn't have shame. His drooling cockhead rubs along the inside of your thigh while he peels the thin straps off your shoulders and dips to suck your puffy nipples with a self-satisfied hum when your fingers find his shoulder.
God, you shouldn't let him. You should say something. How do you always get bulldozed by him so easily? It's unfair, totally-- "Oh- baby!" It squeaks out, and your nails dig into his shoulder when his teeth come down on your tits meanly, eagerly - and he pulls you on top of his chest to fall back into bed. His arms wrap around you as he turns, not that you could stop him if he tried with any real fight, before he starts moving over you.
That shit-eating grin hasn't left his face for a second, and you swear he only turns more chesire like when those rough fingers slide between your legs and under the polyester of your bikini. "You're such a bad actor." He doesn't bother to scoot up the bed before folding one of your knees to your chest and you go to hold it, well-trained obedience that has him thumbing over your little cunt and moaning. "Looks like someone actually likes it, huh? No shame?"
He gets up to line himself up, and spits onto the fingers he then rubs in a rough circle over your clit. "You're so fucking hot when you're like this. All flushed, ready to take any cock that wants to fill you up?" The thick, hot head of his cock kisses your entrance a few excruciating times, before he starts putting just enough pressure for it to start sliding in at a snail's pace. The stretch is still always a little intimidating.
His beautiful doe eyes are so blown out and dark and one hand balances on your tit while the other pets at your clit with lazy circles of his thumb. Atsuko looks painfully good with his lip clenched between his teeth, and his voice dropping lower. "Love fucking my mom's slutty little pussy. Is that what you wanna hear, huh? Your little boy's grown into a freak that loves fucking his momma's drooling cunt in her own bed."
The first two inches pop in after the slowest push imaginable, and he leans in to see more of your face, more of your expression as your wetness tickles at your waterline, and your free leg wraps around his glutes with a soft moan. You wish you could beg, for him to go faster, fill you, kiss you too- but your tiny remnant of pride won't allow it when he's so self-satisfied. All you manage is a soft whimper of his name.
"I'm taking my time~ mom, ugh." He grunts and lets out a small hiss when he has to push to make room for himself for each further inch, and covers you in his beaming heat for long enough to have every thought leaving you. It just feels so good. It feels hot and tight and so good, good, good pressing so deep inside you and going even further. "Oh fuck, that's my favorite place- to- be- fu-uck~"
"S-stop sw-ah-swearing."
Ko's laugh is almost pure when it escapes him, and his hand wraps around your throat to pull your face to his as he laughs into the kiss. "Oh, shut it, hypocrite."
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( question about atsukooo.~ ) when did our little one develop such a lust for his mommy? when did it start? how did it start? did he reject it at first? â©ïž sorry for the constant asks btw, my schedule freed up big time
YESS of course bby I love talking about hIMMM and I love your asks shush come here I kiss you
tw incest, sexual exploration
Honestly, I think Atsuko always had a preoccupied attachment style. He grew up with you protecting him from the world and cherishing him and doting on him, but you also werenât exactly ready to be a mom yet? You try your best, but sometimes when Tooru bothers you and pokes and prods you just canât stand to be around anyone, and those dips in affection make Atsuko very clingy.
Ko isnât stupid, even as a kid he catches glimpses of how Tooru grabs your chin and pulls you close and how he stares at you sooo hungrily sometimes. But itâs normal, right? Uncle Tooruâs always been in his life and you donât stop him, so it must be. And Koâs best friend also doesnât have a relationship with his mom, and itâs pretty obvious Taishiâd do just about anything to get your approval and somehow that makes pride stir in Atsukoâs chest.
Youâre just so great and pretty and warm, everyone is attracted to you. You must be the most lovely mom in the world. Maybe even the most lovely and wanted person ever. So he feels good when heâs close to you, when he has your full attention, and when you praise him it makes him feel over the moon (ïœĄ+`ÏŽ) he just canât help but be a little bit of a show off around you? because you always reacted so sweetly whenever he did
And so heâs definitely aware of how much he wants to be your⊠something, sure he likes Tooru and Iwa, but not like he likes you. By the time heâs in high school he understands that thereâs no man in your life -heâs the man in your life, uncle Tooru doesnât count right?- and that gives him a responsibility to protect you back and stay close to you and cherish you, right? It is perfectly normal that he wants to be the main person in his momâs life, he loves you. He has no choice but to love you.
He gets a streak of giddy pride when you cheer in the stands for him at his games, and though he wants to do good for himself, itâs the sweaty hug he can give you afterwards that makes it fun. Youâre soft and you smell good and you like him too much for his poor young man brain to handle. If anyone asked, heâd proudly say that âhis mom raised himâ, and did a damn good job.
But it isnât exactly like he thinks anything is weird!! He just likes your smell and your waist and watching your legs, and he likes catching glimpses of your tits and when he kisses you sometimes he wants to slip his tongue in your pretty mouth. Thatâs normal. Heâs perfectly normal about you. But when his friends talk about girls their first thought isnât to their moms. That when they close their eyes and beat one out, it isnât thinking about your face and your lips and your tits that are pressed to him in every hug, and how good youâd feel skin to skin. How youâd sound whimpering his name.
They donât talk about having thought of your face when he first slid his cock inside his girlfriend at the time and turning her around so he can imagine you. When they say something about thongs and pocketing underwear, he laugh, because how can he explain your lingerie thatâs littered in his room because it feels better to fuck his hand when he can smell you. Is there something wrong with him? Whyâ it isnât like he isnât interested in other girls. He is, he likes the attention, and theyâre hot.
But youâre on his mind day in and day out. He wants to rub his waist against you when you get close to him and âgod, what the hell is wrong with him. Why does he want to have your body in his lap and squirming on his fingers more than he wants anyone else? Youâre just so warm and sweet and kind of- innocent, in a way that is way too easy to exploit. You just let him walk all over you sometimes, and heâs gotten so much bigger than you, and somehow that turns him on too.
But heâd never act on it. Youâre a single mom and you love him and he should never ever let anyone know how hard his cock gets when heâs paying a bit too close attention to you. Heâll just continue to walk into your shower time and snuggle up when youâre sleeping and thatâll be enough. He can live with that, right? Maybe he should get a new girlfriend to take the edge off things. Heâs fine to just pretend- as long as youâre his and heâs yours.
âŠ..so you can imagine the feeling he gets when he walks into the house early and hears your moans ring down the hall and sound so fucking hot, and youâre whimpering and begging and through the crack of the door he sees Uncle Tooru blow your back out and call you âhis, only his, his girl, pretty babyâ andâ really, that guy? Youâre fucking your stepdad and begging him for more, and Tooru grunts about putting another baby in you.
Motherfucker.
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atsuko would def hump your pillow when your away on vacations with kawa and sleep on your side of the bed bc he misses how his mom smells and gets such good sleep with the scent of you surrounding him each night. he gets lonely though and sometimes spams you with calls when heâs either horny or missing you, and it pisses kawa oFF. âsuko thinks itâs fun though, seeing his dad all upset over stealing you away, and will continue to spam you with a bunch of useless shit. like, how to microwave things youâve forgotten youâve taught him before, asking you annoying questions that are irrelevant, or literally just calling you to hear your voice because he misses you. youâre very aware of atsukoâs difficulty with the constant need for attention, (much like his father ofc) so when youâre tanning on a beach in jamaica and find that heâs called you twelve times in last four hours, you simply shrug and smile to yourself about your clingy boy.
donât even get me started on the amount of ïżŒ unsolicited dick pics/dirty audio you get within this span of two weeksâŠ
sceAMING and crying anD convulsing!!! you're so right this isn't even a headcanon it's just true. he's so horny all the time and needs attention (your attention specifically), and if he can get a rise out of his dad because of it?? all the better. i know he calls you right before you go to sleep to "hear your voice" but really it's also because he knows you're cuddled up in tooru's arms and you will still take the call, and if he starts spewing some filth about how lonely it is in that big nice house and he can't stop thinking of you and how he'll save up his cum to fill you up completely as soon as you get back,,, it's another stroke to his ego that he'll hear tooru huff and puff from behind you.
(it's all fun and games until tooru makes you pick up the phone when he's balls deep in you though. watch the boy get his feelings hurt lowkey bc he wants to be your one and only)
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What if kawa walked in on atsuko and reader???đđđ Whatâs he gon do?? Join them??đđđ
Yes and no ldnfjfjdjdjjf. It depends very much on his mood whether or not heâs okay with Atsuko trying to hijack his relationship. He canât say thereâs not something hot about it, however wrong it obviously is. The fact that itâs wrong is maybe whatâs so hot about it. How pathetic you are when trying to deny Ko and totally failing to make your boundaries known. Youâre just such a pushover when it comes down to it, and your sobbing and whiningâ itâs all things that Tooru still finds so shamefully sexy about you still.
Besides, thereâs some weird breeder instinct in him that makes it hot too. But then again, Atsuko does get on his nerves too from time to time. The dude pushes and pushes and of course though Tooru is very confident in your relationship, heâs also able to get jealous. If he catches you two on a good day, heâll maybe take it as a little competitive practice to make you cum the most. If he catches you two on a bad day, I think Tooru definitely is the type to freak out and start âgaslightingâ you a little into feeling soooo bad that you shut things down immediately. And then after the crisis is averted heâll finish what Atsuko started and do it better of course, maybe making you promise that you wonât do it again. Of course you both know that thatâll last all of a week before Atsuko starts getting intolerable.
Whatever he needs to do to get you to himself for a little bit, right? Its not really âgaslightingâ if heâs doing it for you two as a couple. âShhh, I know baby. Youâre just too gentle and he uses it against us. Iâll handle it. Daddyâs got it.â âĄâĄâĄ
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fairy omg i had a wet dream and it was abt atsukoâs mom going to pick him up from uni so they can prepare for toruâs bday n one of his profs starts flirting w her knowing shes a single mom n atsu just fucks her in the car đ im getting all worked up again đ
i have things to do and places to be so tell me why he always gets me writing >_>
tw incest, public, choking, lowkey size kink, jealousy, ko is ko...
pairing. oikawa atsuko x reader
You can feel the eyes boring into you from across the fancy courtyard, where the group of young adults stands perched in the shade of the birches that line the walkway. Unwavering, and burning into your skin even from plenty far away. You nervously twiddle the car keys between your fingers and hum, laughing gently when the man before you does too. âI try not to go easy on any of my students, so weâre all very happily impressed. We have many varsity players who scoot by on less than admirable grades, so to see one rise to the challengeâŠâ
âThank you so much,â you softly nod again, and curl your toes in your shoes with how the eyes tingle along your skin. âIâm very proud of him. I really hope he keeps it up.â
âI imagine he will.â
âHe really wanted this, so I- I couldnât be happier of course,â you agree, tucking some hair behind your ear. Canât help it under all the warm attention aimed at you. âEven if I do worry from time to time. Heâs pretty bull-headed when he has something heâs after. I appreciate you offering your guidance, Professor.â
The man before you, dark, swept back hair, a little bit of stubble, and thinly rimmed round glasses that hide pretty, steely colored eyes isnât a bad guy. From what you can tell of him from talking for the last ten minutes or so, heâs genuine enough about teaching to be a great exampleâ and doesnât mince his words. In any other context youâd find him charming. In any other context youâd probably warm a little at the way he stares at you like youâre the prize in a bucket of diamonds. âOh, I barely need to do anything at all. You clearly raised him well,â the professor says, and nudges his glasses up on his tall nose with a knuckle, smiling with enough charm to make your blood sweeten.
But with your flattered dismissal, you cast a quick glance to the group under the trees again; and long to swallow your tongue. Thereâs only one like your son; taller than most, sun kissed skin and fluffy, chestnut hair making him look like a vision of his dad. One that looks green with jealousy, arms wrapped tightly over his chest as the dappled light creates patterns on his skin, jaw set tight, eyes narrowed. Some of his friends look over their shoulders to wave at you with gleaming smiles, and laugh, and then give each other smacks to the back of the head. Laughing at the idea of setting him off a little more, a friendly banter among most.
But not your boy. No, he stands with his chest halfway to the group, but his attention entirely on you. You can feel the heat rise a little higher on your cheeks and ears. A moment passes, then youâre back to blinking up at the well-meaning professor, who repositions his satchel before clearing his voice. âThis might be a bit inappropriate or clumsy, I havenât really done this since my divorce,â he starts, and fishes out his phone from his jacket pocket, âbut I find you an immensely interesting woman. Would you like to meet for coffee some time? Or dinner?â Heâs bold, incredibly so for just asking it in the middle of campusâ but the guy most likely isnât aware of the eagle-like thousand yard stare of your son.
You distinctly are.
Atsuko doesnât hesitate a second longer before he yanks his headphones out and heâs setting off in a jog towards you. You can see him force his expression into a mean-edged smile that doesnât go past his cheeks. And you fumble, halfway between taking the phone offered your way and staring past him with an expression that must make you look a tad crazy. You canât help but freeze up when your bear of a son basically barrels into you to stand side to side and swings one long arm over your shoulders. âHey,â he breathes, and dips to kiss you on the lips, something you have just enough sense to pull away from within a reasonable, if not very familiar, split second.
His sharp eyes seem to glint, before he turns to his, by all means, superior. âProfessor.â The short, clipped tone doesnât escape any of you. He barely says the word like a warning growl, before leaning into you. âSorry for calling you so late, Eijiâs not on campus today and I didnât want to walk home. But if Iâd have known that youâd go on to attract every boyâs attention within a five mile radius, I mightâve thought twice.â Though thereâs a playful lilt to his voice, you canât help but notice that he bites his bottom lip a bit too hard, and glares under his lashes at the poor man before you.
Who can read the situation enough to slowly put his phone back into his pocket, smiling first at your boy, and then at you. âYouâll have to forgive that rowdy bunch, itâs just the way this goes. Your momâs a beautiful woman.â
âIâm fully aware,â Atsuko basically hisses back, now no longer bothering to hide the venom in his tone as he stares the older man down. âI have my own functional eyes. I donât need anyone telling me about my mother.â Heâs always had an issue keeping his mouthy side down, but most of all to older men. Men who think theyâre suited to your interestâ and donât know heâd bite and bark at anyone who gets too close. You found it sort of cute when he was still small, how heâd bristle and posture up like an animal on guard. But back then it was only the insecurity of not measuring up. Now itâs dripping with a perverse sort of belonging, obvious and demanding. And if he doesnât pipe down soon heâll blow any and all semblance of normality you still have left.
You grab his hand and squeeze his fingers, and force his attention back on you. If only for a split second to check your movements. âWell, your Professor and I will finish praising you some other time. It was so nice seeing you again,â you turn to the handsome, well-off man before you to give him a genuinely thankful smile, âI completely lost track of time as we were talking, and forgot we have to get home before company arrives. If youâll excuse us.â
âOh, of course,â he says, but those steely eyes flick between the both of you with a sort of calculation that makes your hair stand on end. âSee you, Mrs. Oikawa.â
Youâre out of these before Atsuko can so much as open his mouth again, and glare at the floor when the pull of your hand stops you just as fast. He looks like heâs burning inside, head flushed an obnoxious color and jaw more angular as he grits his teeth. But youâre not in the mood to back down and glare back at him just as much, and pull his fingers. âWalk. Now. Iâm mad at you right now.â Youâre still too in the open to cause a scene, he must know that tooâ
But as he agrees to walk away from the sprawling buildings and any curious eyes, heâs quick to get up in your space and places his free hand around your neck. He makes your breathing hitch as he squeezes just the slightest bit, but strokes the soft skin under his fingers. And leans until heâs almost forehead to forehead with you, walking you back towards the cars. âIf youâre mad, you have no idea what I am right now.â You grab at his wrist to hang on; as the fire sparking to life just seconds before is snuffed out just as quickly. âDo you know how much I hate seeing people talk about you? Let alone to you?â
âAtsuâ weâre in public,â you whisper back, nudging at his wrist. You canât fight fire with fire, and look around the emptier area with a burning face. âLetâs talk about this at home.â
âSo I can calm down and pretend not to care that everyone around is drooling all over whatâs mine?â His chest is heaving with deep breaths, as he leans in more to kiss between your brows, then to your lips once, twice, three times. âBut I do care.â
You fist your free hand into his shirt, over his drumming hand and he drops his to support your back and pull you closer at once. A late student only casts a swift glance at the two of you, causing you to hide your face into his chest entirely. And he groans at the press of your body against him, daring to grab a handful of ass. You should see it comingâ you certainly know him well enough by now to expect it. But it still makes a shiver when his voice goes all low and demanding.
âLet me fuck you. Let me bounce you on my cock, mom, I wanna see it.â Heâs quick to lift up your chin to meet his gaze when he lifts you by your butt to grind his hips into you, and lets out a low groan. âNothing makes me harder than getting to let people know that my mommaâs pussy is all fuckinâ mine.â And kisses down your cheek to your ear, breathing in your scent when you let out a little whimper and cling tighter. ââS like you do it on purpose sometimes.â
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little atsuko lore: you and kawa lived in argentina for almost 5 years after you gave birth to your baby boy, and koâs hair was a sandy brown for the first few years of his life because of how much he played volleyball outside w his dad + he wants nothing more than to take you back to argentina for an extended holiday without Tooru
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pls fatherâs day was last month so i just want to spoil our atsu-chan (atsuko my love) with some daddy kink if he would enjoy such a thing đ„șđ„șđ„ș
write a drabble she said. it'll be fun she said... this became long-ish on accident but fOR YOU CLOVER MY LOVE ITS WORTH IT <33
tw daddy kink, incest, hairpulling, size kink, atsuko being a menace, what's new
His hands are on you before he even makes himself known in the room. The touch comes first, always, clinging to you like he conditioned himself to do. As much as you want to berate him for it, probably wouldâve a few short years ago, thereâs a sweet tingle that flutters through your belly at the skin to skin contact. âBoo,â he chuckles, stopping with his chest just about against your back.
His long fingers run between your shoulder blades as he clears his throat, pressing just hard enough to make your knees buckle the slightest bit under the weight. âYouâve been in here a while,â he blows out the greeting airily, casually, but you hear how the undercurrent shifts as soon as his other hand comes to rub circles along your neck, âtake a break, wonât yaâ?â
Atsukoâs pretty voice doesnât leave room for another option, picking open the tie of your shirt to slide his hand down your spine with a sigh. âYou seem tired, mom. Take a break with me.â The set of laundry youâd planned to put away before your husband gets home is quick to slip your mind when he runs those large hands down your sides to grab your hips, leaning in the last few inches. He brushes your hair away from your ear to press a kiss there, eager. âIâve been thinking a little, yâknow?â
âA dangerous habit,â you whisper back as you close your eyes, allowing yourself to lean back into his solid figure for just a few minutes. Thatâs all your morals can allow you to do before you have to bare your teeth at the affection he is already claiming too easily. No matter how much you long, or want, or need. Itâs the idea of putting up a fight that has kept you from totally losing it under a sea of moral mishaps. Atsuko doesnât mind the chase anyway, the treacherous voice in the back of your mind whispers.
âMhm,â he hums. The soft playfulness of the sound is enough to have your belly clenching like a trained dog, heat flaring where you want to forget it ever sat before this. He bites the skin under your ear after kissing it. And then he hums again, or âmoans, the sound shaking his chest as he grabs your neck and applies just enough pressure to have you leaning towards the bed. Your ass slotted against the press of his hips. You donât need to imagine the thoughts in his head, because the way his cock is already hard under his sweatsâ pushed to your sensitive center.
âWas thinking something interesting,â he absentmindedly continues, pulling your hips back against him for a slow grinding motion that has your pussy slicking. Your clit throbs guiltily as you place your forearms on the bed and hide your face into them, cheeks heating up despite yourself. âDonât you wanna know what?â
Your voice is high pitched and raspy when you breathe out a distrustful âWhat?â at his prompting. The way he positions his hard-on right against the hood covering your clit and rubs you like heâs got something to prove is too much already. Your lacy panties provide just enough friction to have you gasping back a moan, ignoring the way he seems to glow with giddiness.
Atsuko doesnât waste his moans though, rasping out a soft âmomâ every few seconds, mixed in with a swear here and there as his chubbed cock grows so hard against you that it canât be comfortable. âAhhâ fuck- m-me,â he throws his head back with a long groan, before flipping your skirt up to reveal the fluttering of your pussy and the wet spot in your panties. âI wanna make you a momma âgain,â he bites out as he bends himself over your bent form to be as close as he can to you, leaning his weight into you fully.
âO-oh, âKo,â you whimper, shivering when his thick fingers worm between you two to pull on the crotch of your underwear and impatiently drag it down your legs. The strings of glossy wetness snap as he does, fingers quickly making work of rubbing your bottom lips with greedy motions. âDonât sayâshh-â you whine when he presses two fingers inside and a thumb at your other puckered hole. He uses his free hand to get himself out of his pants judging from the rustle of clothes, before rubbing his hot cock between your legs.
Each lazy thrust makes the wet sounds of your pussy more prominent, squelching around his thick, long fingers in turn. âOr,â he grunts before laying a kiss on the corner of your mouth, âat leastâ call me daddy. Call me daddy, please? I needâit.â If you were in a clearer state of mind, maybe youâd be able to comment on the way he basically whines into your neck like a petulant toddler. But your cunt is already aching to get fucked stupid, filled up to the brim with hot white cum until it runs down your legs and embarrasses you further.
You hum some noise of agreement when he squeezes your hip in question, to which he pulls out his fingers just long enough to guide his cock to your fluttering hole. You prepare yourself to let him in, take a deep breath. But Atsu pulls back to grab a fistful of hair at the base of your skull and forces your head up until you crack your mouth open in a whimpering moan. âSay it first, câmon,â he orders, the deep growling tone of his voice suddenly making you feel so small. The way he juts out his tongue and wraps an arm under your hips to pull you up against his unfairly muscular body has you swallowing back a moan. âI wanna hear whoâs gonna make this pussy cum. Say it.â
âY-you are,â you choke as he pushes in the hot head of his fat cock, âdaddy is. Daddy is!â The whine in your voice is unavoidable, a long, needy coo as he slides in slow and deep in a few rolling motions. But itâs the way he bites back an honest-to-god cry that has your eyes tearing up from intensity. He pulls back to turn you around onto your back instead, staring at you with his eyes desperately searching and mouth cracked open.
âOhâ fuck.â He hisses as he slides back into your sloppy, clenching hole until youâre grabbing at his wide shoulders, then kisses you full on the mouth. A soft moan makes its way out of him when you cup his one cheek, letting him tangle his tongue with yours until he runs out of breath. âSay it again,â he grunts when he pulls back, dragging his heavy cock along your walls until heâs fully out, then slamming back in. The way he fills you up to the very edge has your lungs emptying in short, hiccup-y breaths.
âKo~~â youâre whining before you can think about it, letting him use your soft pussy like a personal goal as he fucking in and out at a pace that has the headboard hitting the wall. You should be more embarrassed. You should do anything other than accept the way he grabs your cheeks and kisses you like a starved man, looking into your teary eyes. His chest heaves as he watches you, pulling one of your legs up to lay it over his shoulder instead. The change in angle makes your entire body throb, muscles clenching around him. âAhgh- d-daddy. Daddy, daddy, please.â
âThatâs it, youâre so good. Your pussy is so g-good for me- fuck.â Atsuko runs a quick hand to brush away the hair that clings to his cheeks, before heâs back to appraising you, sucking a mark into the side of your neck with all opportunity for subtlety tossed out the window. âWanna feel this pussy clench around me, mom.â The loud smacking of skin meeting skin almost drowns out the way youâre mewling and moaning like itâs your job, clinging to him and digging your nails in hard. You canât help it, canât help but give yourself over to him as he fucks you like youâre the only one for himâ like he might choke if youâre not there to breathe the air back into him.
âFeels so -fucking gudd~â your words slur, turning more into a moan with each pump. Your pussyâs spilling wetness on the bed and down your ass, and each time he bottoms out is leaving your clit a tingling mess.
âMore, say it more. Whoâs making you feel this good? Whoâs f-fuckâfucking this pussy like this?â
âDa-d-daddy~ oh-m-my! Atsuko, Iâm close. Iâm gonna-â The room glows from the effort, the loud pap of his balls hitting your ass each times he fucks into you mixing with the way youâre both clinging to each other. Atsuko leans down to suck at your tits and nipples, before angling his hips to leave room for his thumb to rub ruthless circles on your clit.
âCum- c-cum on my cock,â he grunts, biting his lip hard and fucking into you with sloppy, wild thrusts. âOhâ Iâm- g-gonna cum too. Fuck, cum for me.â Heâs shaking on his thick thighs when your vision starts to go black, high coming up slowly and then all at once. You snap your legs closed around his hips when the gushing of your pussy and the high hits, lifting your back from the bed with an obscene string of moans and swearing that melts into a high pitched ring.
âD-aghâDaddy!â Your pussy clenches and flutters around his last few thrusts, before he bottoms out with a long, raspy groan and fills your belly with warm, hot cum and collapses on you, positively glowing until youâre done coming. He shivers for a few seconds before pulling himself aside enough not to crush you, instead tucking you into his heaving chest with shaky hands instead. But he struggles to speak, at least for now. And the closeness has you mumbling a careful call of his name, that he responds to just barely.
âHm?â
âSo⊠what was all that about? I thought you were going to help out,â you pout, a little at the stickiness of the heat, a little at the self-accomplished grin heâs wearing on his pretty face, âinstead we â made a bigger mess. And⊠since when do you want to- be called- d-daddy?â Itâs stupidly embarrassing when heâs looking at you teary eyed and cheeks burning, but his grin is quick to replace your slight bit of hesitation with annoyance.
He leans in to put his chin on top of your head though, moving his still-hard cock inside you to make a point. âDonât complain. Know you like it. You just love having me on top of you throwing you around. And I like giving my sweet mamma what she likes.â Heâs not wrong, but the patronizing tone in his voice is hard to take, and you give his solid chest a well delivered jab under his pecs.Â
âBrat.â
He barely moves in response. âNext time Iâll make you scream it when Tooruâs home, hm? See whoâs the brat then.â
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Stacyâs mom by Fountains of Wayne
but itâs all of Atsuâs college friends and himself about his own mom
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OMG IM SO EXCITED THAT YOUR REQUEST ARE OPEN!! i miss my baby atsuko so much so maybe can we get a drabble of him and his pretty mom? maybe with your fav hard kinks? only if you want to of course! <3
ââ â ! â UNFAIR
tw. incest, degradation, jealousy, more atsuko because i can
a/n. yes you guys let me indulge too much thANk yOUUUU aHHHH ⥠have some,,, soft tooru and hard atsu. i might come back to add to this but right now brain is pretty blank so it's a bit lacking in actual smut smut but i tried!
Uncle Iwaizumi tells you the kid is spoiled rotten sometimes. Youâre going to have to start believing it soon. From as soon as Tooru gives the go-ahead, Atsuko is dragging over enough beers to topple an army, filling your kitchen with âsummer spiritâ, as he so calls it. âAtsuko, I told you we wouldnât be having any more parties until you clean up the mess you guys made last time.â
âTooru said I could.â He just shrugs, bending to drag another whole crate of beers next to the already stacked fridge. Your house has become a jungle gym for university kids ever since heâs been home for the summer.
âYou shouldnât even be asking Tooru, because I already told you no,â you try again, slowly shying back when he comes to stand before you with that same knowing grin that had you swooning every time before this one. He runs a hand through his hair, letting the words just float by. You frown. âKoââ
âI love you, mom,â he softly says instead, long lashes spreading over his cheeks as he smiles even wider. He leans in to give you a kiss so soft it tingles down your spine, before humming into your mouth. âYou taste good.â
It has you flustering, balling your hands into your dress and staring at him in exasperation. But your son is already sending you a wink and going back to his business as he had been, contentedly.Â
Of course, the gentle coo of Tooru still rings in the back of your mind as you go back to just watching Atsu load the fridge with ice and other colorful drinks. âYou have to be a little tougher on him, or heâll walk all over you,â your first brunet had whispered into your hair just a few hours ago, where you could still feel the smile curl onto his pretty lips on cue.
Tooru knows full well youâre not the delegating type. He knows, because heâs the one to give you rubs under your chin like youâre a pet at the first sign of complying behavior, bathing in your pouts and sighs like the mere idea of it brings him joy. You suppose it probably does. Your husband is a menace all on his own. So when you sigh, and he chuckles; you almost wonder if heâs expecting you to try at all. And try you would, if the charming grin on your boyâs face wasnât sent your way so easily.
Instead youâre walking through the house towards the office, let the pats of bare feet ring behind you to drag yourself through the heavy door. Tooruâs sitting with one leg propped onto his knee, light brown hair swept away from his forehead as he drops his pen at the first sight of you. Whatever paperwork he was working on is slid aside like he was waiting for you. âHi baby,â his smile is bright, too charming to ignore, âwhatâs the matter? You look like youâve just tried to fight a whole war by yourself.â He laughs when you let out a noise of displeasure at that, motioning you over to place you on his lap. âWhat, little one?â
Your pout is on before you realize it. âYouâre laughing but I might as well have.â His hand softly grips your jaw, brings your lips close enough to his to tickle. As he does, he basically reads your mind, sliding his other hand along the small of your back to soothe you. Gentle but present, demanding.
âKoâs giving you a hard time?â
You sit nose to nose for a second, before placing a few soft kisses on his lips and letting out a noise. The truth is, Atsuko isnât a difficult person. He wasnât a difficult kid, and though he had his moments as teens do; he was always more than happy to help you out and even aid in house work. Always with no more than a quick hum and an encouraging squeeze of your shoulder. All he asked was some freedom to do as he pleased in return. Was it really so hard to believe that youâd find it easy to roll over and take most things as they came?
âNot really,â you mouth gently, then let out a sigh. âYou know how he is. Heâs sweet, -he is- butââ
âUsed to getting what he wants,â your husband snickers before placing another kiss onto your lips, shifting your legs aside to sit you down more onto his lap. âWell, canât do much about it now.â You want to glare at the resignation in his voice, and blame Tooru a little more. He wasnât much help in that matter either, as far as you remember. You live with two hedonists, who love nothing more than to push and prod at your boundaries all day long. But then Tooru tilts your head back to face him, and starts laying needy kisses under your ear.
âWhy donât you try disciplining him for once? Iâll back you up.â
Itâs an order, not a suggestion. You know this. But the way he caresses up your sides and moans hoarsely at the slight shift in your weight is a bit too distracting for your own good. He brushes your hair aside to kiss down your neck until the crook of it, then bites down on the skin and makes you shiver. âWhereâs our boy?â The low whisper is an afterthought when he rolls his hips into you, strong thighs flexing as you thread your fingers through the shorter hair on the back of his head.
âTerraceâ kitchen.â
Tooru hums, then catches your lips again and lets his tongue meet yours, only pulling back to send you a wolfish grin. âWe got some time then. Good. You look so fucking hot right now.â
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You should know that when Tooru says âback you upâ, he really means âwitness your suffering. Atsukoâs long since grown too tall for you to seem like any kind of serious rulesetter, all physicality of a line-backer making him seem much the intimidating young man. And for all his gentle consideration towards you, he loves nothing more than fighting you on simple decisions. For absolutely no reason. Because he can. You donât even get to feel like a mom with how often heâs waltzing all over you like itâs his personal hobby. Itâs why you usually left the strict punishment to Tooru. Hell, you canât even remember the last time you truly disciplined him ever since the kid hit puberty. Itâs not your fault youâre a bit of a pushover, and both your boys know how to slither out of your hands.
âBaby.â
âYes?â Atsuko is currently taking your freshly washed towels to the pool deck with a little whistle, while Tooruâs leaning back against the couch and trying not to watch you too obviously. But you can feel his eyes burning into your skull each time your boy walks past you and you slump in on yourself a little more. You canât do this.
You physically have to fight the words out of your mouth, moving to stand in Koâs path before he stops what heâs doing to peer down at you. Almost like him and Tooru both are in on it, and you hate that your cheeks are already hot. âAtsuko.â He doesnât say anything, but raises an eyebrow, and bends down a little to add insult to injury. âWhat is your plan with all this crap? You donât think you-â you glance over your shoulder to look at your husband, before waving your fingers about for emphasis, â-have to consult your parents about this?â
âAw, come on.â He shrugs, before blinking a few times. âYou always like my parties.â
âThatâs not theââ
And grabbing your hand to pull it to his chest, making you stumble a few steps closer, he continues. âI even seem to remember you had a great time. Orâ Times. Four separate ones I think, until I had to carry you to your own room because your legs gave out.â Whatever you were planning on saying dies on your tongue when he dips to kiss your mouth with an excessive kissy noise, before wrapping his arms around you and squeezing until youâre all warm on the inside. Then he slips past you to open the floor length windows wide with the same song he was whistling before.
You glance at Tooru with an expression youâre not sure is anger or complete mortification, but your husbandâs reaction is anything but helpful. Just tilts his head and sends you an unimpressed look. âThat went as expected,â he mumbles under his breath, before pulling away from the couch to give you a few pats on your head and a click of his tongue. He lifts his lip in mock confusion, before letting his eyes trail after his younger copycat of a son. âAlways with the public stuff,â he mutters though, sending you a look that makes you want to melt into the floor.
By the time Atsuko comes back into the house youâre stirring the vegetables for dinner with a glare. Always with this. You go on muttering to yourself about the two men youâve gotten stuck with when the tallest peeks his head in the door. You had to remove yourself from Tooruâs presence after the afternoon, because heâd taken the little Atsuko stunt as a personal challenge to make you cum all over his face instead of going on his run, and your stance is still a little wobbly after it all. But as your luck has it, Atsuâs back to melt himself to your back and sway you a little. âHey, pretty lady.â
You keep glaring at the popping vegetable oil in the pan as he squeezes your hips. âMom,â he whispers, and you hold the urge to let your eyes flutter shut. Stupid. âMom.â Warm lips track your pulse along your neck, stopping for a second to ghost over Tooruâs mark. You know it must drive him a bit wild, ever the competitive type, but he ignores it in favor of sliding his hands along your belly into the front of your shorts and drawing shapes much too low on your pelvis. âWhat was that earlier, hm?â Thereâs a tone in his voice you recognize, and it immediately sets your hairs on end.
Because the low, rumbly gravel is the exact one he loves to use when heâs bending you over and stretching you on his cock andâ and youâre supposed to be mad at him! You are mad at him. âTell me,â he breathes though, pushing one hand down with a punishingly slow pace, before palming your pussy. A little whimper breaks through your mask when he applies pressure just where you like it, but the brunet doesnât delight in it like he would. âCome on, pretty thing, use your words. You were trying to tell me something earlier, werenât you?â
The lazy rubbing of your pussy causes you to quickly turn off the stove in fear of getting burnt, before you try to look over your shoulder at him with narrowed eyes. But at his cocky smile you fall quiet, so quick to be back at his mercy. âBut youâre all mine, and you can never say anything, hm?â If anyone saw, theyâd see what a truly pathetic figure you are buckling under the slightest push. The prodding of his fingers doesnât speed up, but he starts to circle your clit with a precision you wish he didnât have, and raises a brow. âSo soft and good for me,â his breath tickles along your neck as you look away from him, grabbing at his wrist.
To push him away or pull him closer, youâre not sure. You want to stand your ground, truly. You do. Atsuko just doesnât care right now. âMaybe itâs because youâre always thinking with this cunt. Canât discipline me when youâre trying to get this pussy ate.â He slips two fingers between your lips into your wetness, backing you away from the counters and leaning into him. âLet your son ruin your pussy like thisâ what a nasty, dumb girl. Youâre pretty fucked, yâknow?â His coos are whispered almost lovingly against your cheek, if not for the smile and the sharp edge to his voice.
âI should show you what itâs like to punish someone, donât you think?â
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THAT ANON BORDERLINE GOING MAD OVER ATSUKO NOT KNOWING WHO HE IS LMAOJWJSW but omg fairy pls atsukoâs stress relief = sucking on readers tits đâŒïžâŒïž
Atsuko loves being around you and getting clingier and clingier as the hour progress, but there's probably nothing he loves more than burying his face in your tits and squeezing and teasing you until you're so sensitive you can't take any more. Until you tug his hair and basically force him to leave rows of hickeys all over your chest and make him kiss every inch of you out of frustration.
You already know the guy adores making you so needy and sensitive you're crying for him to just put you out of your misery already. Long day at work? He's gonna make it a couple hours longer with how bad he's gonna drag out flicking and pinching your nipples until every touch has you crying out. He's stressed out and annoyed? Time to lay down and let him ruin your pretty body by pinning you under his weight <33 It's what you're made to do after all, right? You love him, don't you?
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how did tooru first react when he found out his son was having sex w the reader? nd how did his son and reader mom first begin their "affair"?
At first he was bothered of course (ă»ÂŽĐ·`ă»)ăTooruâs not really much of a sharer in this au, so at first he was kinda between jealous and irritated. But reader loves Atsu so much, and Atsu genuinely loves his mom too, that he kinda,,, mellowed out after a while. He still doesnât let his son cut in on his own time with you though. Heâs your husband and heâs more than happy to put the brat in his place when he starts getting a bit too up in your and Tooruâs business.
As to how it started âĄâĄ Atsu had an unhealthy attachment to mom for a really long time before, bc Tooruâd be away for long stretches of time (lot of travel for matches and work) and he didnât really have a solid father figure for the first dozen years growing up bc of it. But when everything really started to burn in him is when he spied on mom and Tooru for the first time.
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My dear fairy do you have a Pic or a reference Pic for atsuko? For
.... Purposes ^_^
yes of course! ko's tag is full of art i've made of him lately hahahhadhbfgdy this is his tag: #đ«oc.atsuko
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atsuko bby†for the thirst maybe something with filming?
"should i upload this, mom? should i let everyone know how desperate you are for getting your pretty pussy stuffed by your son's cock?" ADFHKHSJJ
<333 oml bless you yes yes I love it
tw incest obviously, dubcon, noncon filming, stepcest, age gaps, dilf seijoh 4, ârevengeâ porn, manipulation, breeding mentions
Mattsun clicks his tongue as he watches the commotion, rubbing a hand through the shorter hair at the back of his neck and leaning a bit more into Hajimeâs arm as he speaks. âI sure feel fucking old watching them,â his voice doesnât travel far over the splashing, the shill squeaks and amused thunderous laughs, âdonât you?â
âWe are old,â Hajime chuckles as he looks over his shoulder, then throwing back the last of his beer and placing the bottle with the others. âBut yes,â he eventually nods, âit doesnât exactly make me feel great either.â He turns back to the bumbling group and leans his thighs against the table, crossing his arms over his chest. Youâre in the pool. Splashing around, bright eyes and glowing with so much joy itâs almost intoxicating, such a change from the usual weariness you catch his eyes with.
Hajime doesnât blame you for it, hellâ itâs almost a miracle youâre still as cheery and doe eyed as you are, still the same naive little thing he had to grow into accepting for what it was, what Tooru made it. You never really had that much time to enjoy being young before you got pregnant, and itâs times like these where it slips out and fills you up, top to bottom, leaves you gasping and giggling like a kid presented with sugar and sweets.
He lets his eyes go from you to the brute hauling you through the water like youâre a puppet, lifting you up and tossing you back into the water, where you go under, push yourself back to the surface to gasp for a breath thatâs halfhearted at best, laughing like your life depends on it- then repeating the cycle all over again. Atsuko sticks out of the water like a steadfast rock, his face split with a grin to darken the sun. He looks so much like Tooru- looks like his dad. Itâs still weird to come to terms with that some days.
Makki is joining in dragging you around when you pop up again too close to him, letting you cling to him for a few seconds and waving you off when Atsu grabs your leg again. Hajime isnât surprised by that one, watching his long time friend stand and tease as the back of his neck starts getting a bit too red. And Tooru, he sits at the edge of the pool, nursing a glass as he watches everything happen, legs moving back and forth in the water.
âYou think he knows?â Mattsun asks suddenly, popping a cigarette in his mouth and lighting it as he flicks his eyes to the bunch of you under heavy lashes. Hajime groans for a second, before uncrossing his arms. Itâs so hard to navigate who knows what, and most days heâs not even sure he himself knows all the intricacies of the tangled mess that has become your âfriendshipâ. Heâs not sure he can call himself your friend anymoreâ or if he ever was. Makki was, and Tooru was something wholly other- but him?
âHe knows what?â he settles on saying, picking uncomfortably at the buttons of his shirt.
Mattsun puffs out a ring of smoke, before he scratches at his face, rubbing the stubble on his chin back and forth like itâs going to soothe him. âThat heâs Tooruâs kid. That Tooru loves her. That she loves Tooru, any of it.â Luckily Mattsun doesnât speak in riddles like the setter does, and Hajime is relieved when he gets a straight answer.
âHe knows,â Hajime says after a few seconds of silence, then biting his lip. âDo you know thatââ Something lodges up his throat when his basically-nephew meets his eyes so sharply, so directly that the words stick, unable to tumble from his tongue anymore. Atsuko pulls you close to his chest without breaking eye contact, dips his mouth to your ear and whispers something, and your eyes flutter open too. Mattsun bumps his elbow into his arm when Hajime doesnât continue, but before he can ask the athletic trainer turns on his heel and breaks open another beer with the bent spoon on the table. âNever mind, sânothing.â
He doesnât want to think of the thing he sees flickering in the young manâs gaze from time to time, or the way he moulds and bends when you come pick him up from practice. As his trainer, Hajime sees a lot more of you and your son than the others do, and sometimes it just seems likeâ the beer is cold as he downs half the bottle in one breath, cold droplets of condensation wetting his palm. Sometimes itâs like you and your son are close, Hajime just clenches his eyes closed harder, taking smaller gulps as he blocks out the noise. Thereâs no use in thinking about it, he knows that, definitely when it makes a strange feeling stir in his stomach.
âDonât drink too much,â a melodic, lithe tone interrupts his thoughts from the side, coming to stand next to the two of them and trailing a path of wetness over the tiles thatâll dry in the sunny weather too quickly. âYou still gotta drive them home later.â Tooru runs his long fingers through his hair when meeting his best friendâs look, nodding his head towards the garden.
Hajime nods, letting his eyes slip over your form cuddled into Atsukoâs chest only a second to look at the other group of people sitting on the grass and talking among each other. He pushes the thoughts blaring lovers, lovers, lovers far to the recesses of his skull as he counts the young adults splayed out on the lawn. Two of his own, along with the lanky blond boy- young man- that heâs seen for years now, and a couple more friends that must be high school or uni classmates. He offered to drive everyone home- ever the reliable parent, right? Doesnât take a fucking thing away from the headache thatâs slowly but surely growing unavoidable.
Everything is still for a few seconds, before everything seems to shift and they all get up and move to the pool, and you take that as your clue to escape the never ending game to wrap a towel around yourself. Hajime blinks, and youâre back to the respectful young woman heâs used to running into on days where Tooru isnât there, cheeks hot and so much smaller seeming, just taking up less space, less room for your own happiness, less attention. That most of all. When you walk over to them Tooru tucks you under his arm, not caring youâre wet, his eyes on the group of not-teens-anymore now growing rowdier. Heâs careful bringing a knuckle under your chin, nudging you into looking at him.
Both Mattsun and Hajime himself look away as you two talk, hearing you say something about cutting some more fruit, some softer words that Tooru presses to your temple with a quick kiss. If anyone were to really look, itâd be easy to tell that thereâs nothing platonic left about the way the ex pro-athlete follows you with his eyes, not about the way he seems to slip into thought and not about the way he has to shift on his feet, resting his hands in his lap. Heâs so fucking obvious, Hajime thinks, shaking his head.
âCan you at least pretend like youâre not constantly two seconds away from bending her over and fucking her here and now,â Hajime grumbles under his breath as he watches his friend, bristling when Tooru meets his eyes and theyâre all blown out and rabid, his mouth curling slightly at the edges.
âWhy, because you wanna do the same?â The hostility is disrupted by Mattsun who breaks between the two men to get himself a beer, giving both of them a heavy hand on their shoulders. He doesnât have to say it aloud for them both to read the message in there. Tooru purses his lips as he watches the brunet thatâs now sitting on the edge, a tick coming into his brow. âI was just thinking I shouldâve put some more of them into her when I did. A whole house full of my babies.â
âYouâre nasty,â Makki says with a frown as he walks up, only catching the tail end of the conversation. His nose, cheeks, ears and neck all have a painfully red tint, skin screaming out against the summer sun. He takes a bottle of water and presses it up to his forehead, then sighing. âI got burned, I think.â
And Mattsun laughs as he tosses his cigarette down and stomps it out under his foot. âYou look like a fucking crab, you asshole.â Thereâs no bite behind the insult, and a smile tugs at Hajimeâs lips.
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Your hands tremble when dropping the knife onto the counter, eyes flicking up at the open windows that let fresh air into the airy home. The screaming and giggling from outside is enough to have you tense as large hands slip down your hips to your thighs, moving along the curve of your ass and the inside of your legs. He hums, then presses his solid, big body back to yours. âYou know how unfair it is to make me hard all the time? Iâm supposed to be hanging out with my friends.â He drops his lips to the soft skin behind your ear and plants kisses there, trailing them along your neck as the hands pick at your wet bikini bottom and peel it from you enough to let you feel the air on freshly exposed skin.
âLetâs do it quickly, hm?â he suggests into a messy kiss to your pulse, pressing his hips into your ass and moaning softly because of it. But you push his hands down and shake your head, trembling on your legs. You wish you could blame it on the change in temperature.
âThereâs too many people here, baby. Not today, not ân-now.â Itâs soft as it falls from your lips, and Atsu continues like he didnât hear you at all. âKo,â you breathe, still not receiving an answer other than his hands flying back to your thighs, squeezing the plush between stong fingers and his hard cock being rubbed in between your cheeks with a deep breath. âAtsuko,â you say, and he bites down on the tendon connecting your neck to your shoulder with a growl.
âDonât tell me no, I want you now. Not later, not tomorrow. Now.â His dick twitches hard enough for you to feel it through his swimming trunks, one hand reaching up to grip your neck. Loose enough not to hurt but tight enough to make your heartbeat rise. âYou still think I give a fuck about who sees us, donât you? Think I wouldnât just walk you out there and fuck my mom stupid in front of the entire neighborhood.â
He turns your head more towards his so he can hover his lips over yours, basically kissing you as he stares you down. âI donât give a fuck. Iâd love to show everyone how pretty my silly, little mom takes her sonâs cock. How easily you whore yourself out and drip down your legs for me. Iâd let them see how good you suck cock too, how good you look having your little mouth full of my cum.â His hazels glint with mirth when you swallow, pressing your thighs together. âWant me to show everyone, momma? Want to have my cock out there instead?â
âN-no,â you whimper as he backs you into the cupboards, lifting your hands up to suck your fingers clean of the fruit juice, purposefully pressing his hard cock against your center again. He sucks at your fingers and trails his tongue along them one by one as you watch him, letting him melt you so easily. Of course you feel bad about getting wet. You still hate yourself for ever letting it get this far, or any farther than normal in the first place. You hate feeling the wetness coat the fabric of your bikini as he grinds himself into you like he owes this, like itâs a personal reward to himself.
You hate that his cock is so hard from having youâ his mom, the person who gave him life and nurtured him this close, this wet and shaky. But when he finishes and lets your hands drop to his chest, thereâs no blame there anymore. Heâs really grown to own it, practiced only in grabbing you close, gripping your ass and moaning when the heat of your clothed pussy gets to be too much. âIn the bathroom, or Iâm fucking you right here,â he hisses, licking his lips with too much spit and drool of you, large body only slipping slightly aside to let you through.
Your eyes flick to the garden, where you can just about see the very edge of the pool, and your stomach drops. Thereâs no telling when theyâll come in for a drink, some ice, anything at all. This is a horrible idea. But still you follow your urges as slick drenches your bottoms and wets your thighs, walking over to the bathroom with your son in toe. He grunts as he shuts the door and locks it, before impatiently pushing his trunks down and letting his thick, flushed cock bounce up to his belly. Itâs glossy, thick beads of precum dripping down the shaft and along the vein pumping along the underside, where he grips it and his balls to tug them with his other hand.
You slip your bottoms off, whimpering when he tugs the flimsy fabric under your tits too and stares at you for a second, then hissing again. âFuck, get on my cock already, before I cum from just watching you.â He lifts your thigh and lets you do the work of lining up, leaning in to meet your lips with him in a sweet kiss. âYouâre so fucking sexy, so fucking good. I can fuck you so much better than Tooru can,â he whispers when you wrap your hands around his neck, thread them through his hair and cling to it, shutting your eyes tight. âShould show everyone how pretty you look.â
You mewl when after a few seconds of fumbling he rubs the glossy head of his cock to your clit and then back, slipping between your slick lips and pushing in a few inches at a time. âAh- Atsu- hmng,â your mouth open, nails digging into his shoulders. âAtsuko.â
âThatâs it, mom. Say my name nice and loud, beg your kid to fuck you.â He pushes in further, letting you almost lean onto your tippy toes into him as the hand smacks your ass and keeps you stable while rutting your gummy walks open more, deeper. It gushes slick down your thighs and down his cock, his balls, you donât doubt youâre making a mess. âSuch a good momma, letting me use her cunt for my own pleasure. Arenât you, mom? Youâre Atsukoâs pussy, arenât you?â
âMhm,â you squeak, trembling onto him as he rocks his hips back and forth faster, fucking into you so good, the light curve of him hitting so deep.
âTakes my cock every fucking day, comes on it like itâs nothing. Like she was made for me, right?â Your teary eyes flutter open to find his phone in your face, moving from your expression back to where youâre connected, a smug smile peeking out behind the screen when you panic and bury your face into his chest. âAw, sheâs shy. My momâs shy, look.â You didnât even know he had thatâ your thoughts are interrupted when he clamps his arm around your back and lifts you to use your body to fuck into you like youâre just a hole for him, toes barely reaching the floor.
âTurn- ah-agh, turn it off, Ko,â you almost cry it out as he hits your spot right when dropping you back down, his breathing heady and heartbeat banging against your cheek, and he hums. âDelete that.â
âItâs live,â he giggles then, much too fucking accomplished as he drops the phone to the sink, no doubt still going, and picks you up under both of your thighs to haul your body up against him. Coarse hair at the base of his cock rubbing up against your clit as the both of you devolve in a mess of moans, coming too quick and followed by a string of swears when he does too. It stays quiet for a few minutes after and you balance against each other, slowly catching your breath.
You canât think. Donât want to, canât. You donât even want to know if heâs serious. But before you can say anything at all, thereâs a knock at the door.
âIs it occupied? I gotta use the toilet.â
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