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getoswhore · 2 years

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bella, you'd absolutely rock this.

atsumu as your brother's best friend? (let's say your brother's suna lmao) always comes over to hang out with him but basically always has his eyes on you? and he controls himself but like, this one time you come out with those high waisted booty shorts and he cannot control himself any longer so he excuses himself to "go to the bathroom" and rails you in there lmao.

been a complete whore for tsumu lately, I'd do anything for my mans😭💗

‘ DOWN THE DRAIN! — atsumu miya.

☰ ft : atsumu x f! reader

+ synopsis : your big brother's best friend has always quirked an interest to you everytime he's around, and this time, he makes sure it's even more the obvious for you tonight. | est. 2.0k+ wc.

cw/tw ; sws + big cock tsumu, suna is big bro (platonically), unprotected sex, cum play, spanking (fr just 1x), no prep :(, pet names, lots of sloppy kisses, slight choking, degrading, biting, masturbation (m.), mirror sex, praising, facial.

+ note : i might've gotten a little off track with your plot idea?? but it's still along the lines, dw bb. <33 but this was super fun to write!! i love secret sex, like the panicked rush is just so, >.<

you can hear them, again.

the shouting, cursing, and insanity embarking through the thin walls.. hearing how your brother and his close friend, atsumu, that tall and big-headed blonde now bumping heads together for who's better at an obnoxious game they compete in. hearing how they holler at each other when one starts winning, or even the small clunk of a flimsy remote clashing against the hard floors; the crinkle of plastic crushing at the rough contact makes you flinch.

and that's when you lean back up from the comfort of your bed, a scowl marinating your features, strong too; brows furrowed deep, a crease lining between them, lips pursed tight in a thin line, nostrils even flaring as you try to steady your breathing.

“this is the tenth and final time.” you mutter before quickly slipping on your warm slippers, and scurrying with heavy stomps to your big brother's room.

you don't even bother to knock this time either; a strong grip lands tightly on that golden knob, and quickly follows a sharp twist to swing open the door. a gust of short wind plows through as you do, and the snaps of heads with wide and confused glares shoot directly at you.

“shut up! you guys sound like barbarians in here, and ‘m tryna’ sleep!” you grumble, yet the scowl you flout only makes your brother quirk a brow up at you, lips even tinting with an irksome curl.

“hey! learn some manners and knock first before telling us what to do, now get out.” your brother mutters.

that thin lip hold you held now drops into a small ‘o’, annoyed he even dared to bring up manners when he's yelling atop his lungs for getting last place in a video game at 2 am.

you can even see atsumu sitting across from him almost cracking a smile. the corner of your eyes catching glimpse of atsumu sitting slouched with a chill expression; legs spread wide in grey sweats, toned arm branching over the bean bag to turn towards the commotion.

the casual, droopy look he holds flickers into a bright and inquisitive one; eyes hooded now peel wide to get a better look at you.. too focused on the temper you throw, his brown and docile gazes quickly travel across your exposed skin, and there was a lot; admiring how the tight pink shorts you wear bite into your supple skin, thin fabric even cupping right at the curve of your perk ass. and he can't help but feel a strong pang shoot between his legs soon as he catches glimpse of your perky tits pressing hard against your loose shirt; pebbled peaks, hard and firm against the white cloth.

atsumu’s tongue instinctively flicks out, swiping across the plump of his lips and shinning them as he almost drools at the way the plush of your thighs shift in annoyance; foot-stomping hard as you try to raise a cruel tone to your brother, but suna pitches in first,

“why’re you still standin’ there for? get out!” his slump body now perks up to raise, rough hands trying to push you out the door.

“what?! hey, asshole! you and your dumb friend need to both shut up or this won't happen.” you fumble.

suna mocks your words with a hiss, a cruel mockery as he pushes you out. yet, at the side, atsumu watches from afar, not minding the hurl, but the small jiggle of your tits bouncing in your shirt freely, thighs moving around to keep your footing from the pushes, even to your pout makes his cock jerk in his confines; that innocent mixed with anger type look, he could feel his cock beat with adrenaline, pumping with rushed blood at the small quiver in your lips.

you stumble, “please! just at least be quite—”

“we will! your gonna have some peace while we go to the corner store real quick, needa’ get more junk ‘n vapes.” suna butts in, hands now fishing in his back pocket to check if his flimsy wallet is in there.

“whatever, even when you two come back—”

“i said we will, relax, little sis, so pouty.” he hands you off, and waves atsumu over, “hey, comin’ to the corner store with me?” he asks, hand twirling around a twenty.

“nah, wanna see the ending to this.” atsumu yells out, but he knows he's lying, good too, straight through his teeth because suna catches the bait, shrugging his shoulders and nodding him off.

“dont get mad at me when i come back with snacks just for me.” suna wisps past you, watching him with peeved eyes till you couldn't anymore.

rolling your batted eyes, you do the same, yet more maliciously; twisting hard and huffing down the halls, before turning sharply into the hallway bathroom.

you sigh, getting close to the mirror and sink, and as your hand raises to lift the faucet to pour, a stilled knock lands at the door behind you.

“‘m in here— h-hey! weirdo, get out!” you swore you locked it, but the tall and sauntering miya twin stood before you and proving other-wise, displaying a weeping look, apologetic and soft, dewy enough to reel you out of your quickend bitterness.

“sorry, i just wanted to apologize about tonight,” an easy footing brings him closer to you, “i didn't want you going to sleep annoyed, so, ‘m sorry.” his head tilts softly.

nodding, “it's alright.” you perk a small smile, not realizing how close he suddenly got in this cramped bathroom..

“but if there's anything i can do to make it up to you,” atsumu steps almost chest to chest with you, a lingering hand finding itself wondering close to your side, “just let me know, and i’ll do it, y/n.” he leans close, the smell of his college wisps through your nose, rich and sweet, “maybe even help you get a good nights sleep..” atsumu breathes in the air you shakily let out, so close, feeling almost the brush of your lips touch.

you try to swallow down the sudden rise of elation bubbling at your throat, “anything?”.

“anything, sweetheart.”

he couldnt help it anymore, the strong urges repulsing against him leaned him forward, filling the space between you two. and he can tell he made you feel something as he pressed his lips hard against yours, a slippery smear of a kiss landing roughly as his right-hand clips to your side, firm and easy, yet with enough brute to reel you flush against his body.

and you can't deny it, the sudden elation sparking through you both forced you harder together, practically molding into one.

the buzz to your brain mushes, “a-atsumu, gotta hurry—mph!—suna could be b-back.” each word you try to spill out only gets pushed back in; a warm, sloppy tongue delving deep into your mouth, curling and playing idly with yours.

you lend into him, lewd groans echo though at the pinch of his hands squeezing at your sides; feeling them clip hard into the soft of your hips, squeezing and grasping at any skin he can grab onto firmly– greedily.

“turn.. around.. wanna fuck you, so bad—fuck—wanna fuck you, please, let me fuck you in the mirror, watch your pretty self get fucked by me.” he was blurbing out any spews of lewd that came to his mind, anything just spilling out, nonsense, some not of even real words as he leeched against you.

“quick ‘tsumu, just hurry ‘n fuck me as you want.” you breathe out, letting him turn you sharply; pretty face close to the mirror and perk ass pouted up and against the hard tent in his confines.

hearing those words fall through your lips and into his ears tickled at his brain, goosebumps to even lick up his spine.

it was like a fever dream.

and he doesn't waste any precious time either; callused hands clipping hard and fast around the mesh band of your soft shorts, eager thumbs pulling down the skimpy fabric and letting them fall to your ankles. wide soil eyes, entranced and boggled, the sheer view of your ass bouncing in his view bare, no cute panties to cover your dignity, just plump and round flesh jiggly in his view made him audibly groan.

“fuck, got such a perfect ass, princess.” atsumu cracks down a cruel hand against your sensitive mound of flesh, squeezing your ass in a firm grip.

your bottom lip catches between your teeth, cheeks rising, flush at his words as you wiggle closer to him.

his free hand quickly fumbles against the short tie of his sweats, loosening them till the thump of his cock can pop out; sliding his hefty length free, he grabs it hard and firm, pumping it with a quick swipe to watch the oozing pearl of pre to pool over the flush, beating crown of his cock.

“fuck, gonna stuff you so full.” and he meant that, feeling just the soft round tip of his cock nudge between your folds already had your fingers scrabbling for purchase against the porcelain sink.

“gonna split you wide.” atsumu sighs out with eager eyes batting up to watch entranced at the pretty mirrored view of your own eyes knocking to the back of your head as he budged through; a cruel thrust snapping hard against your hips.

the sheer mass of his cock stretches you to the hilt at the burden and invading fill, “take that cock, baby. fuck yes.” atsumu could feel his balls already tightening up; the slick warmth of your sopping cunt sloppily drooling around his length made his brain buzz.

and you don't stop the whine spilling out of your mouth, gasping at the quick fill and the tight snug, feeling atsumu already setting a cruel rhythm; strong hips reeling back, fat tip merely slipping out only to fill you back up again with a strong buck of his hips.

“so fuckin’ tight, takin’ this cock so good.” crude. noisy. maybe it's in his nature—to be loud, garish, and unnervingly precise. just like in his career, always shouting and toppling over one another, and it's clung to him, hearing muffled moans and curses falter at the shell of your ear every time he stuffs himself overwhelmingly deep back inside of you. that, and the fact that atsumu grips at your hips–digging in deliciously–like gripping at that white, green ball in his competitive games; frustration and all only excitement.

“fuck! ‘tsumu—!” you swallow–or you make the valiant attempt to; tasting salt as you sputter out pathetic mewls of his name. feeling only all but his cock drilling deep into your weeping cunt, nerves almost going into shock at each quick pump.

only adding more to the churning elation, “yeah, say my name, baby. scream it, let me hear that pretty voice of yours.” atsumu leans close with all teeth and no tender lips tracing at the quiver of your shoulder, manifesting excitement itself in the shape of bruised, meshed yellow and purple hickeys with crescent-shaped bite marks deep into your skin.

your eyes buzz into a fade, eyelids heavy and hooding at the sharp prick of shards of teeth keening into your skin.

but, catching glimpse through heavy lashes, the pure sight of him rocking into you, bouncing you forward, hard and fast, forcing your perk tits to bounce in sync beneath your shirt at each rough buck he snaps against you with, makes your cunt flutter. makes you instinctively clench hard and restrict tightly around his slippery length, and the flutter makes atsumu’s hips to buckle with a deep, shaky breath flaring out his nose.

“you love this cock huh? feel you getting more wet, milking me– squeezing around me like a little slut.” he sneers.

and he quickly snakes under a teasing hand beneath your shirt, soft pads of his fingers skimming gently across your tensing tummy before traveling further up and catching a mean hold around the soft mound of your bouncing tit. pinching in playful cruelty, he rolls your erect bud between his thumb and pointer, pulling and squeezing till your clumsy elbows almost buckle.

catching yourself before dislodging your weakened and desperate grip from the counter, you try to steady your shaky clutch, biting down hard at your swollen lips in hopes to focus. but the sudden rough and callsuled hand squeezing up to your throat, thumb and fingers digging into both sides of your neck catches you. a cruel grip shaking your head up, forcing your dazed eyes–red and rolling white–to focus at the wanton arch of your own back, flushed cheeks, a sheen of sweat uneven dabbling at your hairline, even saliva dripping from your sloppy, hinged open mouth.

“so fuckin’ filthy, look at you, like a pretty little slut, can't even focus, drooling too’.” atsumu pushes deep, pelvic bone pressing hard against your ass, a quick snap of skin clashing together, stinging at the draw, and it echos loud.

“atsumu? where you at?”

both of you freeze, dazed eyes gathering focus and peeling wide at the sharp tone of suna’s voice ringing right down the hall.

“bro? i got rice balls and ‘m not sharing.” atsumu’s eyes are crazed wide, and you swear you can hear his heart beating out of his chest. he looked petrified to say the least, not wanting to get caught fucking his best friend's little sister in his house.

but the strong clip he has wrapped around your throat slithers up to your mouth, clapping a mean hand over and ceasing your heavy breathing.

“atsumu? bro, where the fuck are you—”

“hold on! i’m, uh–i’m using the, uh, using the bathroom!” atsumu sputters out, stumbling over his words in panic.

“oh.. thought you left. alright i’ll be eating my rice balls, but hurry up.” you can hear suna’s shoes clicking down the hall before hearing his bedroom door shut.

you both settle there, breathless, “holy shit,” atsumu chokes out, “he’s gonna kill me.” he can feel his cock jerk, twitching deep in your gummy walls at just the thought of getting caught. and he couldn't tell if it was the fear creeping up on him or the wanton excitement.

atsumu sucks in his lower lip, biting down hard as his gaze shifts back to you; you look wrecked, a total mess with droopy eyes and fevered cheeks, pearls of sweat beating down your temples.

“‘m so close—”

“hey, sis! you still got my remote?” you both haven't even moved an inch and you can already hear suna walking down the hall again, fast in movements too.

“shit, shit–get on your knees,” your face contorts confusingly, feeling his hefty cock slide out of you. and you swing around and lift your pants back up quickly, getting yourself put together before sliding to your knees on the hard marbled floors.

you raise a brow up to him, “got.. idea..” he's parched and out of breath, too hot to think, but the knowing icy chill that slithers up his spine is a warning enough to hurry up and pop his needed load.

atsumu pants, eager hand gripping hard and firm around the base of his sensitive cock, twisting and jerking hard; the smooth skin gliding over with each quick stroke.

“y/n? sis, where are you–hey, atsumu where's my sister?” the clock is ticking and atsumu’s idiotic plan is coming to play.

“‘tsumu, hurry–” lungs too small to accommodate the rush of air, the sudden warm feel pooling over your lips and some splotching over your eyelids, atsumu groans out a breathy shy moan as his back hunches forward, cum spraying out from his flush tip. its thick and warm, creamy like too, tasting some on the tip of your tongue from swiping it across your upper lip.

“atsumu?” heavy feet are marching they're way over now, hearing the drastic mewl retch out from atsumu raised concern to suna.

atsumu grabs your arms tightly, lifting you back to your knobbly legs, “rub, rub it in–” and he's trying hard to make sense of this as he shakily shoves himself back into his confines.

the tapping of your feets shuffling around the bathroom makes suna raise a firm fist to the door.

“hey! what the fuck are you guys doing in there?!”

atsumu creaks open the door before suna could throw another punch to it, “hey, relax. y/n just wanted to do face masks with me ‘n i didn't want you to make fun of me.” atsumu clears his throat, thumb pointing over to you.

suna cocks a brow, once stormed filled eyes wide, now simmer, glimpsing over to the back of your head and eyeing you through the mirror, watching you rub at your cheeks with a substance.

“whatever, just don't lock the door next time you little girls.”

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apollodarling-writes · 1 year

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Hi I see you asked 4 request so I’m here to blow u up.

I don’t know if you write ftm read or mlm fics, but I’m taking a risk..

Succubus atsumu with a innocent Christian boy reader? (Ftm)

One day Y:N comes in to church just to repent his sins because over the years he’s grown to hide his sexual urges from them being titled as “sins” in his household. But since he’s gotten older it became harder to contradict those urges and he goes to the church to pray and “talk to god and repent” but he meets succubi Atsumu who takes advantage of y/n’s urges and tricks him into doing questionable things with him. ( can it be consensual but like— y/n just knows it’s not right and regrets it later on )

have a good day :)

sorry for getting to this so late haha. let's do this.

Nun! FTM! Reader x Incubus! Miya Atsumu

tw: manipulation, gaslighting, coercion, blasphemy, corruption, impact play, throat fucking, cumshots, marking, possible dysphoria!!!, breeding

MINORS DNI!!!

Trembling hands gripped the rosary beads like a lifeline. [Name]'s shaky breaths and murmurs filled the empty church as he furiously prayed. He confessed his sins, asking for guidance and forgiveness. [Name] knew this desire was wrong. He knew that it was sinful and that a Nun such as himself shouldn't, he couldn't crave this.

The ache between his legs just wouldn't go away. He prayed and prayed to take his mind off of it. [Name] was being tested! That was it. God was testing his faith.

"What's a cute Nun like you doin' in this Church? It's late." A voice drawled from behind you. Your breath hitches in your throat as you slowly face the man. He was gorgeous.

The man behind you looked like he was crafted by God's hand directly. Full, pouting lips, high cheekbones, and a chiseled jawline. His eyes looked like pools of honey. His skin was unblemished and fair. The man had four wings, whiter than snow, and resembled pure light. His hair was short and blond, no doubt dyed since his undercut was a deep, coffee brown.

The worst- or possibly best- part was the lack of a shirt. You could see the veins peeking from his pelvis and his jutting hipbone. You were able to see the sharp muscles in his chest- the way his pectorals protruded. His biceps looked rather... sturdy as well. He was lean, yet undeniably built. Thankfully, his lower half was covered with a pair of cuffed sweatpants. You weren't sure you'd be able to handle that.

"Who are you?" You breathe.

"I go by many names, but you can call me Sumu."

"Are... are you an Angel?"

"Sure am! My brother and I belong to the Cheribum!" Sumu beams, looking quite proud of himself. You make haste, bowing on your hands and knees.

"Why are you bowing? I just came to have a talk. Father told me to come an' help you out." Sumu takes a seat on the step beside the area where you were praying, leaning back on his hands. You watched as the muscles in his biceps flexed; the ache between your thighs worsens.

Sumu sniffs the air. Your arousal smelled so enticing. You, [Last Name] [First Name] were a virgin. You never touched yourself and never allowed yourself any pleasure; He was here to change that.

Atsumu originally just wanted to go visit his usual victim, but when he passed by the area, he found himself peeking inside your mind. Poor you. You weren't even aware that he was searching through those fantasies of yours- fantasies you wouldn't dare speak of or give another thought. You're an avid believer, or that's what you told yourself. You just wanted to please mommy and daddy.

Too scared to leave the Monastery. Too scared to disappoint mom and dad. Too scared to do anything or make any decisions for yourself. Why would you deny yourself something so fulfilling? Atsumu was even fucking the Reverend Mother behind closed doors. She was a closeted whore; Made a pact with the Inarizaki faction of Incubi so she could fulfill her gangbang fantasy.

"God sent you to help me?" You lift your head, gazing up at him with those innocent doe eyes of yours. Fuck, he's getting hard. You're so innocent, so corruptible.

"That's right, pretty boy." Sumu flashes his killer smile. "What seems to be the issue?"

Your face flushes, spreading to your ears, and you avert your gaze. "Are you... sure it's okay for me to talk about it?"

Sumu dips his fingers into your mind again.

He's so pretty. I wonder if ... No, stop. That's a sin, [Name]. Don't think like that.

"There's no shame here. Big Man upstairs sent me personally." He glances around the room, and leans in, lips just barely brushing the shell of your ear. "Between you and I, God actually really favors you. If it were anyone else, he likely wouldn't have answered them."

Sumu watches as your eyes widen, then pats his lap, ushering you to take a seat. Hesitantly standing, you pad over to him and take a seat on his lap. Maybe that was a bad idea. You being the innocent boy you were, straddled him. Sumu's cock twitches in his pants.

"Now, little Nun, what's troubling you?"

"I've been... having sinful urges." You mumble as Sumu wraps an arm around your waist

"Such as?"

"I-I've wanted to have sex." Sumu furrows his brows, feigning confusion.

"Why haven't you?"

"It's a sin. As a Nun, I can't have sex at all a-and even if I wasn't a Nun, I wouldn't be able to have sex before marriage."

Sumu chuckles, "Oh, little Nun. You humans are always so gullible. Sex before marriage isn't a sin, that's just what the Catholic Church in the old days wanted people to think. They changed it to their morals and values, and ultimately ended up controlling the lives of countless Christians."

"Really?" The scent of your slick became more prominent.

"Of course." Sumu places two fingers beneath your chin and forces you to meet his eyes. "Why deny yerself something you desire anyway? If you want it so badly, then why not take it? Indulge yerself a little?"

"I-I..."

"Exactly." Sumu smiles, showing off his canines. "Now, little Nun. Would you like further assistance?"

Blood rushes to your face. "We can't do that in the Church!"

"Why not? Big Man upstairs doesn't care. He gave the go-ahead before I came to see you." Sumu pauses. "Ah, I see. You think that's a form of desecrating the Church, don't you?"

You nod, squirming a bit on his lap, causing a choked groan to leave Sumu's lips.

"Normally it would, but God said it would be okay just this once." His voice is strained. You hesitate for a moment before agreeing.

"Just let me take the reigns, pretty boy. I'll make it the best you've ever had."

Lifting you, he pulls off your pants and sets you back down on his lap. Sumu hungrily presses his lips against yours and begins unbuttoning your shirt, nipping at your lower lip; you shrug off the material and grind your hips into the demon.

Sumu grips your waist and rocks you against his clothed cock, growling as he bites into the soft flesh of your throat. A pained whimper leaves your lips, but Sumu is quick to slip his fingers into your underwear, rubbing circles into your clit.

"Gonna fuckin' fill that boycunt of yours, yeah? Make you my fuckin' bitch." Sumu whispers, slipping two fingers into your drooling cunt. You squeeze your eyes shut, a hand over your mouth, attempting to quiet your moans. The man pumps his fingers in and out of your cunt, brushing spots you knew you could never find on your own.

"You gotta keep quiet, pretty boy. Don't want someone to find you cumming all over my fingers, right?" Sumu slips a third finger into you, the stretch was painfully delicious, causing a strange feeling to build in the pit of your stomach. Sumu noticed the way you began to grind into his fingers and worked his fingers faster. It didn't take too much longer from there, your high crashing over you and making your head fuzzy.

"Fuck, yer squirting all over me." Sumu groans, cock straining painfully against his sweats. He all but rips off your underwear and binder, shedding his own clothes soon after. Pulling you back onto his lap, he aligns his tip with your entrance, slowly pushing his length inside you. Tears brim at your lashline and whimpers erupt from your throat.

"Yer so fuckin' tight, little nun. God, I could fuckin' cum from this alone." He waits a few seconds before gripping your hips and lifting you ever so slightly. Sumu begins guiding your hips, grinding you, lifting you, and slamming you back down on his length. Orgasm after orgasm washed over you, leaving you breathless and your thighs covered in your own slick.

Sumu wraps an arm around your waist, flipping you onto your back and pressing your legs to your chest. "'M gonna fuckin' fill that slutty little cunt of yers, yeah? So fuckin' hot takin' my cock like this."

His hips slap against you, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you babble out incoherent words. "You fuckin' like that? Like how I use you like this? God, you humans are so fucken gullible."

You weren't able to focus on anything he was saying, not with the way he was reaching so much deeper like this. He was able to glide in and out of your gummy walls so much easier now. He slaps your cheek a few times, sticking two of his fingers in your mouth, ordering you to suck. He fucks into you quicker now, much faster than he was before; it was turning your mind to mush. Your mouth hung open, gasping for air as you grip his biceps, you were so close to-

"Cum."

Your body trembles, back arching, as a half-scream rips out of your throat. Overstimulation began to set in, but it was delicious. You couldn't get enough.

"P-Please! Need to cum again." Sumu growls, biting down on your neck, marking you anywhere he was able.

"Yer such a good boy. Ye-Fuck, you liked that didn't you?" The man releases a throaty laugh, spreading your legs and rubbing circles into your clit. Your entire body was vibrating- it was on fire. Everything felt so good. It was too good. It only took a few circles, a few thrusts for you to cum again.

"'M gonna fuckin' cum. Gonna fuckin' fill that virgin womb of yours."

"P-Please, I need- I need-"

Sumu's fingers dig into your hips, without a doubt leaving bruises, his cock still pumping in and out of you as his seed fills out inside of you. He keeps fucking into you as your nails leave angry, red trails on his back. He keeps fucking you as you cum another three times, only pulling out for a moment, grabbing you by the throat, and settling you onto your knees.

Sumu fists his cock a few times, seed spilling all over your chest. The man grips your hair, taking note of the pretty, purple marks across your neck, chest, thighs, and stomach- his bitemarks and hickies nearly covered all of that soft skin of yours. He groans, feeling his member fill out as he notices the prominent tears stains and the dazed, fucked out look in your eyes.

Gripping the base of his cock, he taps it against your lips a few times.

"Suck."

He watches as your eyes widen, shaking hands tentatively grasping the shaft; he watches as you kitten lick the tip, taking as much of him as you can into your mouth.

"Hollow your cheeks. Don't use your teeth." Sumu orders. You obey his every word, doing far better than that filthy Reverend Mother had when she sucked him off the first time. Sumu's tip was flushed and by far the most overstimulated it had ever been. He could already feel the fire building in his lower stomach.

The incubus grips the back of your head, holding you in place as he fucks your throat. Gurgles, growls, and gags were the only noises in the Church at the moment. It took one look at those teary [color] eyes of yours for Sumu's hips to still, shooting hot ropes of cum down your throat.

"Fuck!"

Sumu's hips twitch as he pulls out, taking in his work. His chest was heaving, breathing uneven. "Swallow."

You did as you were told.

"Ah, I'm sure you know I'm not an angel by now, little Nun. But that hardly matters now. The fact of the matter is yer no longer a virgin. You've lost your virginity in a Church and now your soul belongs to me." Sumu chuckles, leaving the Church now that he was fully dressed.

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hihello-pinky · 2 years

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Liar

Miya Atsumu x AFAB! Reader

angst? hurt no comfort

as you see i am back from the dead only to post some angst at 2AM lololol feel free to drop requests!! also, reblogs would be appreciated!!

It is almost like an established fact that the thing Atsumu Miya excels at the most is playing volleyball. After all, he’s the setter in the starting lineup of MSBY, one of the top teams among the professional volleyball players.

However, the blonde setter has a secret, a secret that only he knows. Volleyball is not the best thing that he does.

Lying is.

Ever since that day, spewing out lies has become second nature to him already.

He’s okay.

No, he doesn’t need to unload his feelings to Osamu.

He’s happy.

He’s fine.

His life is at its best point, almost perfect.

And the biggest lie of them all: he does not miss you.

It’s been about five months since the break up already, and Atsumu is adamant about lying to himself that he does not regret breaking your heart. It was bound to happen, anyway. You were both chasing after different dreams: him becoming a professional athlete, and you to travel the world and meet different kinds of people.

Despite the difference in ambition, you were both hardheaded and stubborn that you fought for your relationship. You both tried your best to make the relationship work.

Until Atsumu got tired.

He knew you noticed his change in demeanor and he was secretly glad, hoping you would initiate the break up. But you never did, continuing to turn a blind eye to the fragile rope holding your relationship together. And Atsumu would have tolerated it just for the sake of having a companion; he was willing to put up with the strange relationship for who knows how long.

If it weren’t for Yena.

She was the sister of a new teammate; a tall, raven-haired girl whose presence demands to be acknowledged in any space she occupies. It was easy for Atsumu to become bewitched by the girl and after a few weeks of friendly conversations and time spent together, he felt the spark that had been gone from your relationship beginning to come back to him, in the presence of another woman.

He instantly knew what had to be done. So, the night of that date where he and Yena almost kissed, he went home to you and told you that he wanted to break up. It’s pathetic, how you tried to put up a fight, saying bullshit things about making the relationship work, but Atsumu’s mind was already on Yena, excited about the prospect of a new relationship.

The following day, he moved out of your shared apartment, saying a barely-heard goodbye at the doorway, and never looking back.

The following week, he began to officially date Yena.

The following month, she broke up with him for the reason that she wasn’t really looking for commitment.

Coincidentally, the day counting app on his phone that he never got to delete notified him of your 1460th day together. It would have been your fourth dating anniversary.

That’s when the reality of what he had thrown away sunk into Atsumu. The realization was like a drum of ice cold water poured onto him.That’s when he began lying to himself.

He’s okay.

He’s fine.

He’s not missing you.

He’s not regretting leaving you.

He’s happy being single.

He totally does not care about you anymore.

The lies he’d been feeding his mind for the past months kept on repeating. Over and over again. Sometimes in different orders. A broken mantra for a broken man.

Someone bumping behind him breaks him out of his reverie and suddenly, he’s back inside the coffee shop where you two first met. On his day offs, he would usually find his feet bringing them there.

He definitely wasn’t hoping to see you.

“Sorry,” he murmurs to the person behind him on the line, turning around to bow in apology when he notices someone enter the shop.

Blush-colored flats. A pastel dress. Off-white cardigan. Wavy hair tied up in a messy bun.

You looked so pretty that he gasps, his body already making his way towards you wihtout second thoughts.

“Y/N.”

You look up in surprise, widened eyes quickly relaxes after blinking. “Hey, Atsumu.”

“Hi.”

A smile, which he knows you only wear when you’re trying to be polite, makes its way onto your lips. “How are you?”

The simple question almost makes him choke, a flurry of confessions wanting to burst out of him. He tries to pick apart the thoughts, finding the right one to say first.

But in the end, he chooses to do what he does best.

Lie.

Atsumu gives you a small smile and despite knowing you can easily tell whenever he tells a lie, he answers your question. “I’m fine.”

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favficbirthdays · 2 years

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Happy Birthday

Atsumu Miya (5th October)

Haikyu!!

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyu!!#haikyu #haikyuu atsumu #haikyuu miya #haikyuu atsumu miya #haikyuu miya atsumu #haikyu atsumu #haikyu miya #haikyu atsumu miya #haikyu miya atsumu #hq atsumu #hq miya #atsumu miya #miya atsumu #fictional birthday #october #october 5th

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tjjjrsj · 2 years

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Anyone knows that one atsumu fic that has a description that goes like, Atsumu's s/o cheats on him with Y/n's s/o, then y/n decides to fake date atsumu.

Its what I remember from the top of my head I've been trying to find this fic for a month now. If anyone knows please send me the link or tell me account plsss.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyu atsumu #haikyu fluff #haikyū!!#haikyuu #haikyuu inarizaki #haikyuu kenma #haikyuu osamu #suna rintaro #atsumu x reader fluff #atsumu miya #atsumu fic #hq atsumu #atsumu fluff #atsumu smut #suna rintaro imagine

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throttlee · 5 months

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i love boyish things. msby team work 🫶

#haikyu #msby #black jackals #bokuto kotarou #hinata shoyo #miya atsumu #sakusa kiyoomi

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tsukiboo · 1 year

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let’s reverse the script a lil shall we? let’s imagine him tying your hands behind your back when he’s eating you out….his arms wrapped around your thighs leaving you helplessly trapped in this sick game of him over stimming you till you can’t anymore (or till he’s done which ever comes first).

it was cute after the first time he made you cum but after what seemed like the fourth, tears couldn’t help but fall from your eyes as you begged him that it was just “t-too much” but you weren’t too convincing when your hips were bucking into his face when you were just so close to cumming again, leaving you whiny and breathless after each time. —

“f-fuck.. i c-can’t please” your voice not even sounding like your own anymore, desperate to run your hands through his soft hair to pull him even closer despite your words. “let me touch you.. promise I’ll b good”

his groan in response was clear that he didn’t wanna stop, nor did he plan to. but how could he just say nothing to that cute voice of yours? he was pussydrunk not a bully— “in a minute baby, in a minute” his eyes locked on your swollen clit that his lips desperately wanted to suck. thumb rubbing circles on your inner thigh his eyes giving away at how full blown out on lust he was, you were too fucking pretty for words.

“just keep sitting there looking pretty for me” placing a kiss where his thumb once was as his head dove back down placing a kiss on your clit “so so fucking pretty”

reversed ver here

gojo, getou, toji, atsumu, bokuto, armin, jean, (y’all know i had to add eren cmon), reiner… sakusa, KAGEYAMA!!, osamu ofc, aran, dazai me thinks, CHUUYAAA, sae itoshi, and any of ur favs obvi

#gojo smut #geto smut #atsumu smut #bokuto smut #eren smut #kageyama smut #haikyu x reader #haikyuu smut #aot smut #sakusa smut #bsd smut #dazai smut #blue lock smut #jjk smut

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kleftiko · 11 months

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❦ HOW MANY KIDS DOES HE WANT

cw: none, this is fluff

i add to this intermittently :)

♡ a million. he wants a whole army of little ones running around. he has an endless list of names picked out and he just can’t help but feel like the most pure way to express his love for you is to create a little life and raise a wonderful person with you.

— HAWKS (mha), gojo, yuji, CHOSO (jjk), kuroo, bokuto, ATSUMU (hq), kiyoshi, kise (knb), julius, yami (bc), rengoku, akaza (kny),

♡ one or two. loves the idea of raising a child or two with you. he wants to watch and nurture a life, he wants to be the best father he can. he wants to support his child and find out what kind of person they’ll be with you right by his side. doesn’t even care if they’re biological.

— fatgum (mha), megumi (jjk), KITA, daichi (hq), akashi, kuroko (knb), nozel, fuegoleon (bc)

♡ doesn’t matter to him. it’s entirely up to you, it’s not like he would grow them in his body anyway. he has unconditional love for you, and if you chose to bring a child into your lives he will love them as well. will love you with a child, will love you without.

— aizawa (mha), LEVI (aot), nanami (jjk), sakusa, iwaizumi, kageyama (hq), kagami, murasakibara (knb), william (bc), kakashi, giyuu (kny)

♡ get those things away from him. will hiss at them. doesn’t have a way with kids, it’s not a good idea. if you really DO want a child, he will give you one. but he will never, EVER, admit that he loves the little bastard. you think you see him cuddling them in the middle of the night? nope, get your eyes checked.

— SHIGARAKI, dabi (mha), sukuna (jjk), tsukishima (hq), aomine, midorima (knb), sanemi, obanai (kny)

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beann-e · 2 years

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Can you please please please write atsumu with a reader that bakes when reader is stressed?

“ ok baking soda , sugar , vanilla extract— did I need vanilla extract— never mind that I “ your head somehow magically still screwed onto your moving body.

Mind running a thousand miles a minute as you tried hard to finally get this—

What was this ?

What were you making

Huh

Wait

Ok no back on track you were making a pie yes a pie that … somehow needed baking soda ok yeah this is no good “ fuck “ you yelled “ it’s everything— I just — I can’t keep— “

You shook your head trying to reel yourself back into the sense of focus that you’d had earlier which seemed to be going well enough that you were able to drown out the sound of the door lock clicking open.

Squeaky new sneakers that he’d just bought you and himself tracking in dirt and tshirt holding sweat from the gym not even 1 hour ago into the foyer. Exhaustion following behind him similar to a ghost as he ventured into the house further.

Finally slipping off his shoes and putting on his slippers he took the small step into the hallway listening to the nonstop mumbles that were leaving the kitchen before sighing softly.

He understood your anxiety about everything that’s been happening lately youd had no choice but to own up to it and shoulder it like you’ve done your whole life with everything else.

You worked hard and were never appreciated but, atsumu was here now this ‘ baking ‘ , if that’s what you could call it , wasn’t necessary. He took a deep breathe and tried to prepare himself , though extremely tired , to try to calm you down “ y/n baby I’m bac—oh my go—what the hell is going on in my kitchen “

His mouth fell open as his eyes widened footsteps falling silent as he turned the corner into the kitchen making eye contact with 4 eggs that’d been lying idle and cracked near the sink

2 more if you count the ones he saw peeking from their hiding spot behind the toaster a second ago before they escaped and rolled onto the floor in a horrible attempt to obviously getaway from this monstrosity you were making.

“ the damn eggs don’t even wanna contribute baby “ Sugar all over his floor and flour decorating his fridge handle “lord I swear ‘ya always do it ‘to me on my hardest days “ duffle bag dropping and closing his eyes and squeezing them

“ y/n “ he spoke softly taking a deep breathe with closed eyes he couldn’t — no he didn’t have the energy right now to look at the obvious bakery like state of his house right now

“ y/n “

No response body still moving around the kitchen with urgency “ y/fucking/ n “ he spoke your head finally snapping back as you let your mind turn gears finally figuring out that atsumu had finally came home from his 2 week volleyball stay.

“ oh my god “ you mumbled “ I was trying to beat you — I wanted to beat you and get done here—before you got here “ you nearly cried “ I’ve been — I was practing all day today trying to make you a dessert and I — “

Ignoring you his face lit up in confusion “ the fuck is this ? “ he spit “ huh ? — Halloweens not for another month baby — “ eyes wandering over his walls as he finally opened them “ and trust me one step inside this hell shop from anyone and you’ll win first place of fucking y/ntober “

Mouth moving up in a bit of a snarl trying to let his frustration go as you spoke “ I — wasn’t — look my mind is just “ you huffed” I just wanted to bake for you “

“ well you married the wrong fucking brother because “ he let out a breathy sigh “ I don’t own a fucking bakery y/n I only have a house to offer you not a fucking ruin it with 14 fucking desserts and then sit and eat fucking chocolate dipped strawberries while we sit in sticky egg yolk and kiss y/n “

“ I know I was just “

“ you were just stressed baby “ he spoke pleading with you using his eyes to look at you trying to convey what his body couldn’t “ you were just stressed “

“ I was maybe — yes but that’s because “

“ because nothing y/n — nothing should make you this crazy baby — nothing and whatever it is you should stop giving it attenti—- “

“ it’s you — ‘ tsumu you make me this crazy “ you shook your head “ you’ve been gone for a week and all I’ve been able to do is clean and clean and clean I haven’t been able to go to our favorite restaurants because you weren’t here to help make up my mind when I’m stuck between two choices “

You looked at the floor “ I haven’t even been able to sleep until I get a text from you at an ungodly hour because the time zones are so different —couldn’t even check that you’re ok —it took you over 4 hours to respond to me everyday “

His face falling at your words “ I understand that baby really I do but I just “ he sighed “ this baking baby — what ? What can we do about it because “ he motioned around the kitchen allowing you to finally take in what you’d done

“ you’re not good at it” he scoffed “ and our house can not take much more assault to it. This will be the third time this month I’ve called the fire department y/n… one of those days I was literally pregame before a match —- little pissing —-“ he spoke quietly and softly locked eyes with you “ in..London “

“ I— it’s how I cope ‘tsumu “

“ and I get that really I do— I kinda wish you could cope like me and set volleyballs but hey— everyone’s gotta different thing huh“

He smiled as he walked over to you slowly taking the spatula out of you hand and waving it in your face “ I mean you’re using a goddamn spatula to wisk cake mix come on y/n “

You looked away as he lifted your chin up to face him “ don’t feel shy to call me when you’re struggling “ he sighed “ I know I may not pick up and I hate that I wanna be there for you always anytime everyday but — I can’t “ he frowned

“ I just can’t my job doesn’t allow me baby “ your eyes closing as you felt his face getting closer with a whisper “ but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t drop any fucking thing for you baby— you need me that bad call my coach — you’re crying alone in the bed because you miss my warmth tape a picture of me to the pillow “

He kissed the tip of your nose “ if you can’t choose what to eat for dinner put a poll on your insta story if you need someone’s help that badly , wanna go out but got anxious to drive on the highway play some music and imagine I’m sitting right there guiding you through it “

Soft kisses being peppered across your hairline “ I understand you get stressed baby —and maybe I add to the cause because I’m not here — or because yer alone and work is hard—thinking is a lot more work then people think it is “

He smiled in a kiss against your forehead “ ‘nd I don’t blame yer—but— you gotta find a correct way to deal with stress —yoga baby I’ll do it with you — how about —actually “

His mind lighting up along with his face “ ‘m so fucking smart— If baking is what will help you with your stress let’s do it “

His smile growing even wider “ I’ll ask that stupid idiot ‘samu to give us lessons every Saturday baby ? Hmm how’s that sound that way you can properly learn— don’t wanna come home to an anxious mess again wanna actually eat something ok “

Him watching as your eyes lit up in happiness. Your mouth moving before your brain and pulling him into a kiss. The softness leaving as heat intruded in on the sweet moment his hands dropping down to your waist as he pressed his lips harder into yours.

Tongue coming out to swipe across your lips for access which you granted letting him pick you up by your thighs and drop you on the bed down the hall.

Letting him enjoy what he’d missed for the last two weeks ignoring the smoke that filled your home and alarms going off

Right now if you two burned in a fire created from your bakery experiment he’d be happy because your praise of him being the smartest man in the world for allowing you to actually learn how to bake properly made him ignore the fact that the fire department was probably on their way for the 3rd time this week

*I hope it was ok I haven’t reread it or edited it ! *

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clubkira · 6 months

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DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ

oh future husband, better love me right!

premise. the nhk gives it’s viewers a peak into the love lives of the jnt’s lineup, interviewing the future wives of the jnt to crack the secret to a happy relationship ❤︎

content. haikyu!! jnt / f!reader. (atsumu miya, rintarou suna, wakatoshi ushijima & shoyo hinata). fluff. somewhat decent relationship advice. downbad fiancés. healthy relationships(!!). suggestive moments. petnames.

soundtrack. dear future husband : meghan trainor.

part two can be read here.

dear future husband m.list. // hq. masterlist.

ATSUMU MIYA.

“after every fight, just apologize.”

“Relationship advice?” You repeat, sitting across from the NHK interviewer, mic strapped to your shirt as a camera filmed your living room. She nods, smiling while holding a microphone of her own.

“Yes! Tell us, what is the secret to a healthy relationship?”

You tilt your head, “Well, I guess I have some advice to give.” Your fingers drum against the armrest of your couch as you sit in thought, contemplating on what to tell the reporter, “hmm..”

Atsumu sitting beside you laughs, his arm slung comfortably over your shoulder, “I have some advice I’d like to give as well.”

You turn to him with a grimace. “I don’t want any young viewers following whatever is about to come out of your mouth, ‘Tsumu.”

He looks at you offended; reeling his arm back to his side, shock spelled out all over his face. “Excuse me, I’m great at romance. I romanced you, didn’t I?”

“Unfortunately,” you jest, with Atsumu exclaiming in protest, “But this isn’t just about romancing someone, ‘Tsumu. They’re asking what makes a relationship a healthy one.”

“So?” He shrugs, “A healthy relationship is one that’s full of romance.”

“I apologize for him,” you playfully tell the interviewer, ignoring the look Atsumu gives you in response, “He’s not the best at this sorta stuff.”

She merely giggles, “No worries, the players are allowed to give their own opinions as well.” Atsumu puffs his chest out, “See, babe? She said I can talk too.”

“Yeah well, just make sure to cut out whatever he says in the final broadcast,” She lets out a snort at your jab, hiding the smile that creeps onto her face behind her microphone while Atsumu shoves your shoulder in despair.

“Awe, c’mon! I’m not that bad with relationship advice!” He pouts at you, looking like a kicked puppy when he does so, “What makes you think I’m so bad at this, do you actually want to marry me, babe?”

Your eyes soften at his saddened tone, feeling slightly guilty you link your fingers with his, eyes full of love when he smiles down at your intertwined hands.

“Of course I do, ‘Tsumu.”

The camera crew awes as you turn back to face the cameras, still holding Atsumu’s hand firmly in your own, running your thumb over the smooth cut diamond ring studded band he wears on his ring finger.

“The advice I have to give viewers is; Apologize when you are wrong,” you tell the interviewer, “No matter your pride, no amount will replace your relationship. It’s never worth sacrificing your loved one just for the sake of winning an argument.”

“Uh huh, you’re one to talk about that, babe,” Atsumu rolls his neck, “You never apologize first, it’s always me who has to for you to talk to me again.”

“What are you talking about?” You look at him confused, “I’m the one who initiates the apology conversations, you’re the stubborn one out of us.”

“Nuh-uh.”

You groan, “Exactly.”

Atsumu pulls his hand out of yours, placing it on your thigh instead before facing the cameras. “But, she is right. Do not ever choose a winning an argument over your partner. It ends badly.”

“You would know,” you snort, “You give me the longest silent treatments until I coax you out of it with kisses.”

“Can we cut that out of the broadcast, please?”

You purse your lips to hide the oncoming smile until Atsumu leans forward, a handsome grin on his face as he looks directly into the rolling cameras with a newfound confidence.

“But, y’know. I do always apologize in the end, ‘cause my girl’s never wrong.”

RINTAROU SUNA.

“make time for her.”

“You see this girl?” Suna jabs a thumb in your direction from across the kitchen, leaning against the marble island lazily as the camera team nods. “Yeah, she gets constipated if I don’t give her enough attention.”

Your head perks up immediately as you shoot him a halfhearted glare, “Do not.”

“See, she’s doing it right now.” He ignores, drinking from his glass of water before setting it down on the counter, ignoring the little gasp you let out at his actions.

Rolling your eyes, you smack his arm before sliding a coaster under his drink, “Don’t scratch the marble, Rinnie. I just bought this island.”

The camera team silently giggles at the short interactions between you two, with Suna sticking his tongue out at you and in response you give him a middle finger before he turns back to face them, “Can you believe her?”

Scoffing, you enter the camera frame beside him, “Don’t bring them into this, Rinnie.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“I’m your fiancée.”

Suna opens his mouth to argue before shutting it promptly, “Good point.”

One of the crew members holds a sign from behind the cameras, indicating to get the interview back on topic. “Why would you ever ask her for relationship advice?” Suna chuckles, “I was the one who made the first move.”

“The interview is for the fiancée’s of the JNT, Mr. Suna,” the interviewer reminds him, “But the players are welcome to voice their own opinions as well.”

Suna stretches his arm behind his back with a yawn, a sliver of his abdomen peeking out from underneath his home shirt before disappearing quickly, “Well in that case, allow me to voice this opinion—”

You slap a hand over his mouth before he can begin, “Nope, didn’t you hear them? This is my interview, Rinnie.”

“Buhf dey shaid I can shpeak too, affhole." Suna glares from behind your hand, removing it from his mouth with a groan. “Did you even wash your hand? Tastes gross.”

“Why did you lick my hand?”

“We’ve done freakier things than that and that’s what you’re worried about?”

Your words get lodged in your throat, sputtering out hurriedly, “This is going on T.V, Rinnie!”

He looks to you with a smug smile, “Yeah, and I can’t wait to rewatch this interview and see your reaction again later.”

Your fists clench momentarily before taking a deep breath, relaxing yourself and facing the cameras with a smile. “Anyways, some relationship advice I’d give to anyone watching; make time for your spouse.”

Suna nods along to your words, “Mhm, I think that’s the most important thing in a relationship.”

“Shut up, Rinnie.”

“Ouch,” he fakes a stab through his heart, monotonous eyes but a playful grin on his lips. “I talk for two seconds and you tell your dear fiancé to shut up?”

You shake your head towards him jokingly, continuing to talk to the interviewer, “A healthy relationship means you spend time with your loved ones, and your spouse should be the most loved person in your life.”

The reporter nods, “I see, I see, what do you suggest to our viewers the best ways to spend quality time with their lover?”

“In bed.” Suna chimes in immediately, earning another smack on the shoulder from you. “What?” He looks at you with a knowing grin, “Oh, you— I didn’t mean like that, oh my god you’re sooo dirty minded.”

He chuckles, “I meant like cuddling, laying in bed together, watching movies. Y’know, wholesome things.”

“Nothing is wholesome with you,” you exasperate, speaking from personal experience. “But yes, those are great ways to spend times with your lover. They’re good times to bond with them, or just relax and unwind after a long day.”

“Yeah, after a gruelling day of practice, it’s nice to come home and lay in her arms,” Suna motions to you before leaning his head on your shoulder, his grin now replaced with a small but gentle smile. “She’s all I want to see after practice.”

“Wow,” you tease, leaning your head atop his, “and where did you learn to be so smooth, hm? Are you just playing it up for the cameras, Rinnie?”

Suna snickers, hands crossed over his chest relaxed, “I would never,” he says before mumbling close to your ear.

“I just, really like to spend time with you.”

WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA.

“treat her like a lady.”

“My fiancé is out right now at the gym,” you inform the NHK station crew, their camera men follow you inside your house for the opening shots of the broadcast. “Make yourselves comfortable while you wait.”

The interviewer settles himself on a seat at your dining table as you reach for the vase of flowers atop, moving into the kitchen to pour the old water out of their vase, careful to not spill any over your kitchen counter as you refill the container with fresh water from your tap.

Refreshing the water, you carefully place the flowers back into their vase before rearranging them neatly, coming back out of the kitchen to place them back on your table and adjusting them accordingly as the interviewer watches amazed.

“Those flowers are very lovely,” he notes softly, almost as if any louder of a volume would disturb the plants, “Did you fiancé happen to get them for you?”

You smile, “yes, he did,” recalling the first time he got you a bouquet, on your first date many years ago.

“‘Toshi knows I love flowers.”

The soft click of the lock to your house causes you to perk your head up in familiarity, the frame of your fiancé’s figure coming into view as you see him placing his shoes down beside your door before coming inside.

“Welcome home, dear,” you call out to him from the kitchen, one of the camera crew’s members break off to film your fiancé as he enters the home. He drops his gym bag to the floor beside your couch, removing his jacket and hanging it on your coatrack before passing through the halls of your shared home to get to you.

Ushijima shuffles his way into the kitchen, passing by the camera crew and approaching you from behind, hugging you as his hands are wrap around your stomach, head dropping into the crook of your shoulder.

You lean into his touch, his freshly showered hair smells of the shampoo the two of you use.

“Are you showing them the flowers I got you?” He asks, eying the pretty arrangement of flowers on the table. The cameras zoom in to take a closer shot at the flowers, noting the vibrancy of the colours and the lack of thorns adorning the stems.

You and the reporter nod, Ushijima lets a small smile settle on his face. “She told me they were her favourites,” he tells the reporter.

“Hm,” he hums before turning to you, microphone extending outwards. “is that your relationship advice for the viewers then? Giving your loved one gifts?”

You shake your head quickly, “Oh, no! No, that’s not my advice— Of course, do get your partner gifts if you know they’ll enjoy them.” Ushijima straightens up, hands snaking around your waist to stand beside you as the cameras pan out to record the both of you in the same shot.

“‘Toshi just really likes to get me little things,” you smile, reminicing on all the times your eyes barely glazed over something in a store front before he was scrambling inside the shop to buy it for you, despite your pleas.

“But gifts do not have to be expensive,” You reassure the viewers again, “just little trinkets that remind you of your partner will be enough.”

Ushijima nods before lifting your hand up to the camera, showing off the engagement ring with a large diamond displayed proudly atop it. “Yes, but I do like to splurge when it comes to her.”

You retract your hand quickly, warily eying your fiancé, “‘Toshi! Don’t make the viewers think they need to buy people’s happiness with expensive gifts!”

His head tilts unsurely, “My love, do you not like the ring I got you?”

“I-I do! When did I ever say I didn’t?”

His eyes crinkle slightly in concern, “Then why are you hiding our engagement ring from the viewers?”

“Because,” you sigh, “I don’t want young, inexperienced lovers to think they need something like a huge, flashy engagement ring to be loved by someone.”

“But you deserve the best,” he rebuffs, “There is nothing I wouldn’t buy for you if you asked.”

“‘Toshi.. this isn’t really helping our case…”

The reporter turns to Ushijima, “Even though this is a special for the JNT fiancées, the players are allowed to give their own insight.” He informs your soon-to-be husband, “Do you have anything else to add for our viewers?”

Ushijima thinks for a moment, silent in thought as you look to your fiancé, and the sight of his matching engagement ring twinkling under the bright studio lights filling your home catches your eye all too quickly.

“Do you have anything you want to say, ‘Toshi?” You nudge his shoulder slightly when he continues to remain quiet, an encouraging smile on your lips.

He nods, bringing the hand with your ring on it before giving the intricately cut diamond a kiss, his piercing eyes gazing deep into yours, causing your face to heat up fervently at his wolfish grin.

“Treat your partner the best that you can, like the lady she is and deserves to be treated as.”

SHOYO HINATA.

“don’t forget your anniversaries!”

Shoyo’s leg bounces feverishly as the reporter speaks to you casually, unable to contain his excitement at being asked to join you for this broadcasted interview special.

His grin is wide, beaming whenever you sneak small glances at him whenever the reporter looks down at their cue cards of start up questions to ease into the conversation, before the real topic is brought up.

“Do you have any relationship advice for our viewers?”

You’re about to speak until Shoyo interrupts you, quite literally flying out of his seat while brightly smiling as his hand grasps yours with a tight grip, “I do, I do!”

The reporter chortles, smiling at his tactics, “Thank you, Mr. Hinata. But this interview is specifically for your fiancée.” Shoyo’s face sullens lightly until he speaks again, “But you’re allowed to give your own thoughts when she’s done.”

Shoyo slumps back into his seat dejectedly as you rub his back comfortingly, “Sorry, Sho. But just let me speak first, okay?” His pout is replaced instantaneously at your words with the usual smile he holds when around you, “Alright, baby!”

You look towards the reporter, hand still clasped in Shoyo’s securely. “Here is my advice for a healthy relationship; Don’t forget your anniversaries.”

Your fiancé’s mouth hangs open in shock at your words, head whipping to face you with a hearty laugh, “That’s what I was going to say!”

The look of shock that spreads across your face amuses him, staring at you expectantly for a few moments before you too erupt into laughter, shoulders shaking in surprise as the two of you cling to each other for support, with Shoyo nearly falling off the couch with how hard he cackles.

He clings onto your shoulder to stop himself from tumbling, which in turn causes you to laugh harder as you try to pull him back up as Shoyo calls out for you to ‘save him’.

“Baby, I’m falling!” Shoyo shrieks while howling with laughter, “Grab my hand!”

“You’re already grabbing my hand, Sho!”

Cameras stationed around your living room pan to zoom in on Shoyo’s joyful face when he fools around with you, the grip he still holds on your hand as clear as day as you jokingly attempt to rescue his bumbling self.

The out of frame reporter looks to the two of you happily, the fact that you both seem so absorbed in each other and have forgotten about the interview portion of the broadcast is surprisingly heartwarming for both the crew and the viewers watching the broadcast.

Once the two of you manage to calm down, you shyly look back to the NHK crew with a timid smile.

“Sorry,” you apologize to your interviewer, coughing as you try to hold back another bout of laughter when you catch Shoyo smiling at you again, attempting to contain his giggles. “We got a little- uhm, carried away.”

“It’s no problem,” the reporter chuckles, “I can see the two of you are very much in love, so is that the advice you wish to tell our viewers on how your relationship with each other is so healthy?”

You and Shoyo nod simultaneously, “Yeah, don’t you ever forget your partner’s anniversaries!!” Shoyo sternly but playfully warns the viewers, “I’m serious, guys! Anniversaries are important!”

“What anniversaries should our viewers be aware of when it comes to their lovers?”

This time you speak up, “Well, the major and most well known ones of course,” you begin, listing off the ones you can recall at the moment.

“For example; first month together, first year spent as a couple, birthdays could also count I suppose—”

“Did you know I proposed to her on our fifth anniversary?” Shoyo interrupts excitedly, the same happy and bright smile on his face shining when he proudly pulls up his hand to show off the ring on his finger, “I was so caught up in the moment, I forgot to put the ring on her finger after she accepted!”

Recalling that memory brings warmth to your cheeks, “Yeah, he literally forgot about the ring in the box until I asked him about it later.”

“But in any case,” you circle back to original topic at hand, noticing the way Shoyo’s smile dampens a little when you switch back so quickly as you shoot him an apologetic smile, you don’t want to waste the reporter’s and NHK crew’s time any longer.

“Don’t forget your anniversaries, people! They’re a big deal for a ton of lovers!”

“Th-that’s right!” Shoyo piggybacks off your response, “And if you do forget, you better apologize a lot!”

The reporter nods, turning their attention to your fiancé. “And do you have any final thoughts for our viewers on how you maintain a healthy relationship with your fiancée, Mr. Hinata?”

Shoyo smiles deviously at the open ended question he’s been dying to answer this whole time; his hand creeping teasingly up your thigh to the small of your back as he leans in real close to you with a knowing wink, the flushed expression displayed on your face at his actions encourages him even more to continue.

His eyes glint with amusement, the mischievous grin on his lips is firm even in front of several strangers and cameras rolling in real time, footage of his behaviour being broadcasted to the entirety of Japan this very second.

And without shame or guilt, Shoyo smirks.

“Make your anniversary nights real special for her, trust me on that one.”

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translytherins · 1 year

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*Atsumu staring at [Y/n] inetently*

[Y/n]: What do you want from me this time Atsumu?

Atsumu: Your shirt

[Y/n]: What's wrong with my shirt exactly?

Atsumu *lip bite*: It's still on you

[Y/n] *blushing*: Atsumu! What the heck!!

#anime #male reader #haikyuu #meme #anime memes #haikyuu!!#atsumu x gender neutral reader #atsumu x male reader #atsumu x reader #haikyu atsumu

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ravenslvt · 2 months

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fucking your ex boyfriend in the bathroom of a party.

☆ multiple x f!reader ☆

cw: smut, mirror sex, public sex, rough sex, hate sex (sort of), tension, alcohol, oral f! receiving, v fingering, spanking, pet names, praise, sex with feelings, unprotected sex

you don’t know how your bestfriend managed to rope you into coming to this party, all you did know is you wanted to get plastered while she found someone to hook up with.

you held onto her for dear life as you made your way through groups of people. mostly strangers, but you saw some familiar faces. you started to feel a bit nervous when you noticed some eyes roaming your outfit. maybe you should’ve worn a longer skirt…

your bestfriend’s eyes immediately spotted a pretty girl across the room, she gives you an apologetic smile. you roll your eyes.

“just go” you sigh. at least someone would be getting some action tonight. you make your way to the kitchen where there were bottles apon bottles layed out on the counter. you grab one of the disposable cups, pouring yourself a mixed drink before downing it. the liquor bringing a comforting burn down your throat.

suddenly, you felt a cold chill in the room. you look around, there were no windows or doors open. until finally, your eyes immediately draw to a pair of familiar ones. oh great, he’s walking over. you turn around, pretending you didn’t notice him, hoping he’ll walk past you.

“oh, c’mon. acting like you didn’t see me?” he leans against the counter next to you, a drink in his own hand. fuck, he still wore the same cologne. the smell almost made you dizzy. he was wearing an unfamiliar jacket, it looked new.

his name rolls off your tounge in a harsh greeting, taking another swig of your drink. he gives a lopsided smile. “still mad at me, pretty?” he takes your empty cup, refilling it for you the way he knew you always liked it. you give him a glare. he puts his arms up in defense. his body looked bigger, more defined. he was clearly working out more since you two broke up.

you snatched your cup back. if you were going to be forced into this conversation, you might as well be drunk.

“why are you here?” you ask, your eyes never leaving his own. he was drawing you in without even trying.

“i was invited. why are you here?” he pokes your shoulder with his pointer finger.

you just point to your best friend across the room, who was now making out with the cute girl from earlier. he huffs out a small chuckle. “that girl never rests, does she.” he comments. you just shake your head, “no she does not.” you sigh, another swig.

his eyes go back to you. more specifically, your outfit. you had a new top on, he’d never seen it before. he’d have remembered seeing such a pretty shirt on you before. and of course, you wore your favorite mini skirt. the one he always loved you wearing.

“this is cute, wear this for me hmm?” he smirks, his fingers playing with the bottom hem of the skirt. you swat his hand. he was the one who bought it for you. almost fucking you in the dressing room when you tried it on after doing a little spin for him.

“no… i just had nothing else to wear.” your face flushes. you didn’t know if it was from the alcohol or from the fact you were both thinking about the times you’d sit on his lap in this skirt, panties off while you bounced on his cock.

god, he loved that skirt.

you could feel yourself clench around nothing just thinking about it. he gets a little closer when he notices your flushed state, his fingers drumming against the table filled with alcohol. his damned fingers that knew every part of your body.

ok, you were definitely a little drunk, or maybe you were just stupid.

your back slams against the door of the bathroom, the blasting music muffled from the small enclosed room.

your lips met in a hungry, bruising kiss, tongues fighting for dominance. his large hands gripped your waist, your head forced against the wood. he moves one of his hands to shove between your thighs under your skirt, his fingers digging into your panties, making you whine into his mouth when he pinches your clit.

“fuck, this wet already? missed me that much, sweetheart?” he mumbles into your mouth, pulling away to pull the flimsy fabric down your legs with his free hand. of course you wore your favorite panties, the ones he bought especially for you. the sight made him groan.

“i’m not your-“

“i wasn’t talking to you.” he stares directly at your slick pussy. great, now he was talking straight to your cunt.

you look at him with glossy eyes as he kneels down, kissing down your thighs. you hook your fingers into the waistband of your skirt, but he gives your thigh a slap. “keep it on. i wanna see you get fucked in this pretty little skirt again.” he practically growls as he gives your thighs a few more kisses and bites, marking you up.

“want everyone to see you still belong to me.” he sucks marks into your upper thighs, placing a few where your little skirt couldn’t cover.

you mewl his name when his tounge delves into your sopping pussy, his fingers pulling your folds apart to get more access. your hands grip his hair for some stability as he laps you, his tounge switching from flicking your sensitive clit to prodding at your tight hole.

he replaces his mouth with his fingers, pumping two into your cunt as he suctions his lips onto your bud, making you bite your lip to prevent yourself from screaming out, almost drawing blood.

“fuckk!” his long fingers hit deep inside of you, his digits shifting between thrusts and curling inside. your legs shook, hands gripping his hair for dear life. giving him a particularly hard tug, he groans into your cunt, the vibrations making you let out a moan.

the mixture of stimulations had you on the edge, he knew you were about to cum.

time almost seems to slow as he feels you clench around his fingers, your eyes flutter shut, gripping his hair for dear life as pools of fire seep low in your abdomen. his fingers continue to pump into you as you cum, wetness dripping down his chin and wrist.

it was probably obvious you hadn’t fucked anyone since you two broke up the way your pussy responded so well to him.

still, he doesn’t pull away, addicted to the taste of you. he was completely lost in your cunt until you pushed at his head, whining his name. he reluctantly pulls away, giving your cute clit a few more kisses before parting.

you both pant, his face glistening in your slick. you almost moan at the sight.

“you taste even better than i remember, baby.” his hands sooth down your thighs.

“don’t call me that.” you heavily breathe. he just chuckles, standing up. his firm hands grab your ass, giving it a firm smack, making you yelp.

“face the mirror. wanna watch you take my dick.” he pats your hip, encouraging you. you obligated, finally seeing yourself in the mirror. your lip gloss was completely smeared, making you pout a little. until your ex boyfriend comes up behind you, his hard on pressing against your ass. his hand wrapped around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder as your eyes meet in the reflection.

his other hand reaches to wipe the smeared lip gloss, cleaning it up for you. his fingers tap your lips impatiently, seeking enterence. your eyes never broke contact. you open your pretty little mouth, his two fingers sliding in. you groaned as you tasted yourself on them. he grinded himself against your rear, hiking your skirt above your hips.

“gonna let me fuck this messy pussy?” his fingers enter deeper into your mouth, almost making you choke. you nod, swirling your tounge around his digets.

“mhmph” you mumble around them.

“gotta tell me how much you missed me first.” he teases, removing his fingers to slowly undo the button of his pants. you roll your eyes.

“just fuck me-“

smack

your ass stings, you were sure there was gonna be a red mark the size of his hand. you whimper.

“what was that, pretty? use your words.” he purred into your ear, biting your earlobe gently, nibbling marks down your sensitive neck.

“fuck, i missed you so much, i need your cock so bad-“ you whine his name. “-i touch myself thinking about it- but nothing is as good as you.” you shamelessly confess, a smirk growing on his smug fucking face.

“good fucking girl.” he growls, taking his raging cock out from his briefs, his hand pressing down on your back so you bend over the sink to give him easier access.

you mewled as his leaking tip pokes through your enterence.

he slowly sheathes himself in, savoring the feeling of your hot walls contracting needfully around his cock. “god, it’s been so fucking long. it’s like she’s sucking me in.”

your fingers gripped the counter in front of you, your eyes focusing on his own. the way his face scrunched once he was burried balls deep inside of you. his deep breaths, the way his hair slightly stuck to his forehead from how much he was sweating.

you’re about to speak, but your words turn into moans of his name as he thrusts in and out of you, his hips slapping against your ass. your head rolls down to rest against your arms on the counter, but he doesn’t allow that.

his hand that isn’t wrapped around your waist goes to grip your throat, pulling you back against his chest.

“watch yourself get fucked by your future husband.” he grunts, his thighs burning from all the rutting, but he’d feel that pain forever if it meant he could be able to fuck you like this again.

you watch as your tits bounce through your shirt in the mirror, drool threatening to spill from the corner of your mouth. the mirror was big enough that you could see his dick pumping into you. obscenely wet sounds coming from where you two meet.

“o-oh fuck, feels s’good, don’t stop!” you moan out, staring at him in the reflection. he was so focused on the way you felt around him, he had almost forgotten you two broke up.

“oh god, baby. i fuckin' love you, need your pussy every day, can’t live without it.” he bites your shoulder, hard, making you groan. his hand moving from your throat to grope your tits through your top. his hips only slapped into you harder and harder, your vision going blurry when the head of his cock hits your soft spot. you let out chants of his name, your arms reaching back to grip his hair to bring him impossibly closer.

you stared at yourself in the mirror. the way he slid in and out of you with ease made you squeeze around him, prompting a groan from him. your hair was out of place from his rough treatment, marks down your neck and thighs. you couldn’t even think about having to explain this to your friends later.

“squeezing me so good. so perfect for me. gonna let me fill you up, hmm? walk around with my cum dripping out of you, let everyone know you’re fucking mine.” he thrusts with a bruising pace, your whole body rocking with the rolls of his hips.

“p-please yes! need it so bad!” your mind starts to blank, the only thing you could think about was the way he was pulsing inside of you, threatening to spill at any minute.

“touch yourself, baby.” he pants, his thrusts getting sloppier. he was so close, but there was no way he was going to cum before you. you nod, bringing a shaky hand to your ruined pussy, rubbing and pinching your clit the way you liked it. your mouth fell open at the overwhelming pleasure taking over.

“m’gonna cumm!” you whine until the only thing you can say is his name, over and over. just how he always loved it. he whispers dirty praises into your ear, talking you off the ledge. you force your eyes to stay on his own in the mirror. you hated how fucking hot he was.

waves of intense heated pleasure start to roll over you, moaning as your vision gets blurry with tears of ecstasy. “s’good!” you scream, tightening around him, making it hard for him to move. he curses as you grip his cock so tightly, milking him so hard he cums inside of you.

you pant as his thrusts get lazy and eventually slow to a halt. he didn’t want to pull out, but he knew he couldn’t just stay in here with you forever, no matter how much he wanted to.

he pulls out hesitantly, the mixture of your release dripping out of you making him let out a harsh breath.

you finally come down from your orgasm, completely fucked out. oh how much you missed his cock. and him too you guess.

he turns you around, giving your cheeks kisses before enveloping his mouth with your own. your tounges gently roll over eachothers, contrasting in comparison to how he was just fucking your brains out.

your phone lights up on the counter with a text from your bestfriend. you squint, reading the message.

‘bitch i’m leaving. don’t think i didn’t see you guys btw -_-‘

he wraps his arms around your middle, seeing the message.

“gonna come home with me?” he leaves even more love bites down your neck, making you sigh.

“…yea”

GETO, gojo, SUNA, atsumu, leon kennedy, toji, kuroo, dick grayson (sorry not sorry), your fav ;)

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