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lycheesuwa · 3 months

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Geto aftercare is so sweet🩵

too bad gojo ruined it

fwb. (geto suguru x reader x gojo satoru)

summary: When Gojo finds out that you and Geto have a friends with benefits arrangement, he can’t help but feel left out.

word count: 3.3k

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, threesome, swearing, oral (both receiving), slight leaning towards geto x reader, this is filthy

tags: @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi

It started as obvious stress relief.

Often after missions, you found yourself running on boosts of adrenaline that you couldn’t seem to shake from your body. You would go for a run at night before collapsing on the bed once your energy wore off. On one such occasion, you ran into Suguru, who was smoking a cigarette on the park bench where you went running. His leg was shaking rapidly, and it made you snort.

“Still wound up after that curse?”

He sighed and cracked a smile at you. “I’m more trying to get over the taste of it.”

You raised an eyebrow. “By smoking? That’s even grosser.”

He chuckled and twirled the stick in his hands, shrugging. “You have any other ideas?”

And you did. You took him out for late night Korean barbecue, making sure he ate enough rich food to bury the taste of the curse he had to swallow. You couldn’t even connect how it went from that to you in his bed, moaning as he fucked his cock rapidly into you.

From then on, it was almost like a ritual. Good food after a mission, and then falling into bed in a tangle of limbs. Sex with Suguru was intoxicating, and it only got better and better as he intimately learned about your body. Given how frequent your missions were, the sex was frequent too, until it had nothing to do with missions anymore and you two just slept together for the sake of it.

It was inevitable that Satoru would find out. After all, him and Suguru were attached at the hip, and as vain as he came across, Satoru was perceptive as hell.

“How long have you been screwing him?”

Your eyebrows shot up at the vulgar question, turning to look at Suguru who was sitting on the other end of your couch. He just shrugged helplessly.

“It was only a matter of time.” He justified.

Satoru was, honest to god, pouting. Like a petulant child who didn’t get his share of candy. He even crossed his arms and tapped his foot for dramatic measure, which only made you want to laugh in his face.

“Six months.”

“Six months?” Satoru looked flabbergasted. “And you didn’t care to mention it?”

“It’s none of your business, Satoru.” You deadpanned, turning back to your idle scrolling on your phone.

“But I- Now I feel left out!”

He really was a child.

“Why? You wanna fuck her too?”

“Suguru!” You gasped, reaching across the couch to smack his bicep hard. He only chuckled in response.

“Well, yeah.” Satoru’s tone was nonchalant.

“Wha-”

Your eyes darted back and forth between the two men, and you refused to even believe your ears.

“Are you serious?” Your voice was octaves higher from your incredulity.

Suguru finally looked up, and gave you that dreamy smirk that made girls melt. Including you. “Won’t it be fun?”

Your mind raced, trying to catch up with the implications of this bizarre conversation. You had never had a threesome, though the thought of it was incredibly tempting, especially when the men in question were both ridiculously good looking. You already knew Suguru was amazing in bed, so there was little doubt in your mind that Satoru would be too.

“I’ll guide him through it.” Suguru spoke up again. “Tell him exactly what you like.”

Now that was hot. You swallowed hard and shakily nodded, almost not allowing your brain to catch up with your actions. It was just sex. You could enjoy yourself if you wanted. And they were offering. Your eyes met Satoru’s brilliant blue ones, now almost half lidded, and you were sure he was imagining it too.

“Okay.”

Patience was not one of Gojo Satoru’s biggest virtues, but this time, he waited. He waited until after your next mission, when you were buzzing with energy and ready to jump Suguru’s bones. When you were walking to your room, he was there, and you knew it was finally going to happen.

When the door gently clicked shut, you pulled Suguru down until his lips met yours. He responded just as enthusiastically, hands finding your hips immediately and pulling you closer. He squeezed your ass hard, pulling a moan out of you and slipping his tongue in. You tugged his hair band out so his hair fell down like a dark curtain around his head, running eager fingers through it and tugging slightly. He pulled away with a groan, quickly spinning around until your back was meeting his chest and his erection was digging into your lower back.

“Kiss her.”

The words were meant for the man before you, with pupils so dilated that the blue was merely a rim around the edge. His mouth had dropped open, and you realized you had put on quite a show for him. The thought sent a thrill down your spine, and you bit your lip. You didn’t know you were into that.

Somehow you knew that today you would discover a lot of new things you didn’t know you were into.

Satoru stepped forward until he was in your space, his hair tickling your forehead. You wanted to run a hand through it, curious if it would feel as soft as it looked. So you did. And Satoru used that as encouragement to finally seal your lips together with his.

He wasn’t as harsh with it as Suguru, likely because he was still a bit hesitant. This was new to both of you, after all. His lips were soft and tasted predictably sweet, and his hair felt like petals under your hands. Briefly you wondered what conditioner he used. But the thought was wiped from your mind when you felt lips run over the side of your neck, nibbling at the skin behind your ear. You moaned into Satoru’s mouth.

“Fuck.” He already sounded wrecked, feeling more bold as his hands traveled everywhere, your waist, your hips, up onto your breasts to squeeze at them. Suguru was grinding hard into your backside, licking and biting into your skin while Satoru explored your mouth.

You felt like you were in heaven.

It was a tug and pull of bodies, trapped between two hard torsos that pressed into you at all the right places. You could feel yourself getting wet, squeezing your thighs with no relief.

“Suguru.” You gasped, pulling away from Satoru’s lips. “Touch me. Please.”

He hummed against your skin, now littered with his marks. “Touch you where?”

You flushed when your eyes met Satoru’s. You couldn’t say it.

“Tell him. He’ll do it.” Suguru’s hot breath hit your skin. You shivered, still silent. You pushed your ass back into his bulge, earning a little squeeze at your waist.

“Touch her, Satoru. Cup her pussy.”

Your whole body was burning. How was Suguru so casual about this? And why was it turning you on so much? Satoru closed to gap between you two again, occupying you with his lips as his hand trailed down brushing over your pants. You barely felt it, and were almost relieved when Suguru hooked his thumbs into the waistband and tugged them down finally. Revealing your panties and the dark spot on the crotch.

“Shit.” Satoru already looked wrecked. His pale skin held a deep red blush, and he stared at you with hunger in his eyes. A single finger ran up your clothed slit and you gasped, head falling back into Suguru’s shoulder, who merely chuckled. Your panties were tugged off quickly, his hand hooked under the back of your left knee, pulling it up until you were balancing on one foot and leaning back heavily on his body. He didn’t seem to mind, and it put your glistening pussy on display for the man in front of you.

“Eat her out.”

Your eyes widened when Satoru sank to his knees before you, almost shocked how willing he was to do exactly as Suguru said. He thumbed at your folds, and your hips jerked. With one last smirk directed up at you, he buried his face where you needed him the most.

Satoru was…… sloppy.

Suguru was always extremely meticulous in bed, smooth as all hell, and precise in the way he moved and the way he touched you. Satoru seemed to be the exact opposite, letting his tongue lick over you in thick stripes, slurping and sucking until the room was filled with the filthy noises, making your whole body burn. You cried out at the feeling. Receiving stimulation like this was not what you were used to. But you were loving it.

“Satoru.” You whined, almost grinding on his face while he moaned in encouragement. You gripped his hair hard, moving his head the way you liked. You heard Suguru curse behind you.

“Dirty girl.” His voice was playful. Sensual. His hands were unbuttoning your uniform top. “You love this, don’t you? A man on his knees in front of you and another behind? Have you been dreaming about this since you agreed to do it? How bad do you want his cock?”

You moaned loudly and shamelessly, making him chuckle.

“She loves the talk.” Suguru was not talking to Satoru, whose lips had not stopped eating you out even once. “The filthier, the better.”

Satoru stopped and stood up to his full height, pulling you away from Suguru so he could tug your top off completely, revealing your lacy bra. You felt Suguru’s deft fingers undo the clasp and pull it off, until you were completely naked, and both of them were fully clothed.

Somehow you found that extremely sexy. So much that you sank down on your knees then and there, palming both of their growing cocks through their pants.

“Oh shit.” Satoru bit his lower lip hard, Suguru was still smirking. Both of them undid the buttons and pulled their pants down enough to let their cocks spring out, and your mouth watered at the sight.

Suguru was shorter, but thicker. He had a prominent vein running up the underside that you knew from experience was very sensitive. Satoru was new territory, thinner but longer, head flushed an angry deep pink and precum already dribbling from the top. You couldn’t resist leaning forward and licking it up, letting his taste hit your tongue.

His hips jerked and he moaned unencumbered, encouraging you to continue swirling your tongue around the head. His breath came out shaky, and his eyes struggled to not fall shut. You realized he was probably most sensitive there, and you stored the information for later. You sank down on his cock then, letting it carve a way in. You weren’t used to the length, so you used your hand on the rest, enjoying how wrecked Satoru looked above you.

You heard Suguru tsk at your side, a hand curving around the back of your head before pushing you down on his cock more. You felt yourself gag.

“Come on, baby. Don’t hold out on him.”

Tears sprung into your eyes as your throat spasmed around Satoru’s cock, who was still moaning and cursing above you. You had forgotten that Suguru could often be so cruel in bed. His hand didn’t leave the back of your head, pulling and pushing it in a pace he wanted. You allowed him to move you, focusing on sucking and licking the best you could.

Satoru was a mess. His moans had devolved into whining by now, biting his lip so hard it looked like he would draw blood. His hands had clenched into fists, and you wondered if he had them on your head, would he fuck your face the way Suguru was making you do right now?

The thought made your thighs clench.

When Suguru pulled you off his cock, you coughed and sputtered, blinking tears away from your vision. He then directed you to his own neglected cock.

“My turn.”

You eagerly opened up, despite your jaw starting to sore. You stuck your tongue out and let Suguru rub the head of his cock against it, humming in approval before he sank into the warm cavern of your mouth. He set a slow, brutal pace, and you tried to relax your throat the best you could. With your free hand, you started stroking Satoru’s cock, hearing him sigh at the feeling.

“She’s good, isn’t she?” Suguru was talking to his friend but looking down at you. “Sucking cock like a pro. You were just made to be a whore, right?”

You moaned in response, eyes rolling up when Suguru pushed all the way into your mouth and held himself there for a few seconds before pulling out completely, letting you swallow great big gulps of air.

“Get on the bed.”

On shaky legs, you stumbled to the bed and sat down in the middle, looking back at both men as they undressed, Satoru’s movements jerky compared to Suguru’s own lazy pace. Your hands twitched with the need to touch yourself, but you held out. Suguru would punish you for sure if you did.

“Hands and knees.”

You obeyed.

You felt the bed dip as they climbed on, positioning themselves one in front and one in the back. A thrill went through you went Suguru gently slapped his cock on your cheek, realising Satoru would be the one fucking you. You wanted to feel his impressive length carve into the depths of your core, already craving that first slide in. And it didn’t disappoint.

When his cock entered you, your jaw went slack, eyes rolling up and a long, desperate moan leaving your lips.

“Sa- Satoru.” Your arms trembled, struggling to hold yourself up as he somehow kept going. You heard him groan and curse, large hands gripping your hips tight. Tight enough to leave bruises. Which you would proudly bear.

“Holy fucking shit.” His voice was strained, choking out a broken moan right afterwards. The sound made you clench and he cursed again.

“S-stop.” He gasped. “I’m- Stop or I’m gonna bust.”

Suguru snickered, gripping your jaw and sliding his cock into your mouth. “Virgin.”

“I’m not-” He gasped again. “She’s just….. fucking hell.”

Suguru slid leisurely in and out of your mouth, humming. “Wait till you start fuckin’ her. It’s insane.”

They were talking like you weren’t even here. And that turned you on so much. You could feel how ready you were for a good, hard fuck. And if you knew anything about Suguru, you knew he wouldn’t disappoint.

His grin was knowing. He gave Satoru a look, and Satoru gripped your hips hard, pulling out and thrusting back in. His movements were fast and hard, and you scrambled to find purchase on the mattress before you, opening your mouth wider when Satoru’s momentum pushed Suguru’s cock deeper down your throat. You could barely choke out your moans, eyes rolling up at the delicious feeling of Satoru carving his way through your insides, shifting from angle to angle until he hit that one spot.

You wailed and reached a hand up, digging your nails into Suguru’s thigh. He ran a gentle hand through your hair, a stark contrast to the rough fucking at your lower half.

“You found it.” He remarked. Satoru made a small noise before beginning to pound hard and deep into you, stimulating you so intensely that your whole body crumbled. It was Suguru’s hold on your head and Satoru’s on your hips that kept you in place, while your cries were choked on his cock.

“Suguru, pull out.” Satoru gritted out. “Wanna hear her.”

And he did. You gasped in huge gulps of air, crying out as soon as your lungs gave you permission to.

“Fuck!” You cried. “Satoru, feels- feels so good.”

He moaned and doubled down, bending over you to wrap a hand around your throat and pull your body up to his chest. You arched deep, eyelids fluttering at the change of angle as it caused a whole new burst of sensations through your core. You watched as Suguru laid back, running his large hand over the head of his cock before gripping it tight. He watched as you got your soul fucked out of you, your whole face wet with sweat and tears, your eyes nearly crossed. Your body felt like it was on fire, and it was a struggle to take breaths in as Satoru slammed his cock into you with everything he had. His hand wrapped tight around your throat, while the other splayed out on your stomach.

You saw Suguru smile wide. “You’re so pretty, baby.”

You felt yourself keen at the praise, not expecting it from him. He shuffled closer to you, propping himself on his knees so his face was inches from your jostling body. Satoru was holding your arms hostage, making you unable to reach out to Suguru, so you let him caress your face, a touch so gentle you barely felt it.

“Beautiful.” His voice was low, soft. You stuttered out a breath at the sudden intimacy. You felt a finger brush over your clit, pressing down hard and then rubbing harsh circles on it. The knot in your stomach snapped.

You cried as you came, back bending forward at the intensity of it, your forehead on Suguru’s bare shoulder. Satoru didn’t slow down for a second, fucking you through it. A few harsh thrusts later, he stilled inside you and moaned low, and you felt your insides flood with ropes of hot cum.

Satoru swore as he pulled out, wrapping a careful arm around you to keep you steady as you laid down on the bed, trying to catch your breath. Your legs felt like jelly, and you felt your eyelids flutter shut.

You felt a wispy touch zip over your back, making you shiver. Soft lips pressed to your shoulder.

“You want more?”

Suguru entered your line of vision, and you realized he still hadn’t come. His hair fell around him like a dark halo, making his skin look paler than it was. Despite your tiredness, you felt your core clench at the thought of him.

“Yeah.” You whispered, and he smiled. Both of you maneuvered yourselves until you were on top of him, straddling his hips. He helped lift you up, sinking you down on his cock. You sighed at that first slide in, like scratching an itch you didn’t know you had. Suguru wrapped his arms around you, allowing you to relax on him as he planted his feet on the bed, fucking up into you in earnest. You moaned soft and low, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of just being with him, feeling your core clench when he hit at all the right places, his hips grazing your clit.

“You’re so good, baby. So good. God.”

You felt his chest constrict, the way his breath stuttered, and you clenched around him hard as the wave of your orgasm washed on you, slow, burning through your body. Suguru’s arms tightened, thrusting up harder, before groaning and emptying himself inside you, flooding your pussy with his cum.

He didn’t pull out immediately, both of you wrapped in each other's arms as you tried to wind down. Suguru turned your head enough so his lips would seal against yours, soft and slow. You sighed at the feeling. Your skin buzzed happily.

The door slamming startled you two apart, looking up to see a freshly showered Satoru walk out of the bathroom, toweling his hair. Suguru groaned.

“You ruined the moment.” He sighed, rolling you both to the side before sliding away from you. Satoru didn’t seem to hear him. You giggled.

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lycheesuwa · 3 months

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On that Heartsteel obsession rn (only skin i bought was Kayn so) 💜

POST-SHOW AFTERGLOW

contents: heartsteel!shieda kayn x afab gn!reader (reader's anatomy is described using the words "pussy", "cunt", "clit", and "cervix"), bottom!reader, use of insertive sex toys by reader, kayn walks in on reader masturbating, established relationship, bedsheet banter, fingering, penis-in-vagina sex, cervix mention, light dumbification, creampie, post-coital cockwarming

watching kayn perform live never fails to get you hot and bothered. luckily, kayn is always willing to take responsibility.

or, kayn fucks reader after a heartsteel concert. it's ridiculously good.

there's a wild sort of energy that ebbs and flows around kayn post-show. adrenaline— lightning in a bottle. he's on top of the world. he'd win any fight. he's ready for anything—

his train of thought comes to an abrupt end as he nudges open the door to your bedroom, and immediately, every cell in his body is subsumed by the low-burning embers of arousal.

he is not ready for this.

blankets lay crumpled around your spread legs. you're an angel, every curve caressed by soft light, and your eyes are squeezed shut as you fuck yourself on a thick dildo.

kayn recognizes that toy. it's the one that's the closest to his size and shape. you only use it when you're feeling particularly needy for him, or when you miss him. a soft, tender ache blooms in his chest.

"kayn," you whimper, sugar sweet. you don't seem to have noticed him, lost in your own world of pleasure. "kayn, please, please, i need you, please—"

your voice breaks on a sob, and kayn's mouth goes dry. his fingers curl with the need to take.

"what a nice surprise." kayn's smirk widens into a full, cocky grin when your eyes fly open and you squeak with surprise.

"kayn!" your hands scramble to pull the toy out, and kayn greedily watches as your pretty hole gapes ever so slightly, fluttering around air. another shot of heat, straight to his cock.

"oh, don't stop on my account," kayn says. "i'm just enjoying the show."

your resultant pout creases right between your eyebrows, and he lets loose a laugh, crossing the room in three eager, bounding steps to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. his tongue flickers out, and he licks into your mouth. he loves how you melt in his arms, how you always let him in so easily. you're so perfect for him. he's just about to crawl into bed and show you just how perfect he thinks you are when—

"shower first," you murmur against his lips, as if you hadn't been making a mess of the sheets for hours before he came home.

"but—" kayn knows exactly what you're about to say. he's got "dirty" clothes on, so he can't get on the bed, which is "clean". but can anyone really blame him when you look so tempting, so obscene, that his brain hurts from how hard his cock is?

"kayn—"

"hear me out." he presses a few sweet, pleading kisses to your cheeks, relishing in the way you melt under his easy affection.

"...fine."

"you're so beautiful, baby. look at you all fucked out. do you really expect me to make it a whole shower without jerking off? and if i jerk off, i'll cum, and there won't be anything left in the ol' sacks to fill you with."

you raise an eyebrow, clearly not impressed. damn it. looks like kayn has to bring out the big guns.

"...i'll wash the sheets after we're done," kayn adds. "so they'll be clean again."

"you really want me so bad you'd do laundry for me?" you swoon dramatically— a feat when you're already laying in bed. "is this what it means to be loved?"

"you're a menace," he says. it can't be legal for you to be both cute and devastatingly sexy at the same time. fuck, he loves you so much he swears he'll explode with it. his chest tightens. his fists clench. he can't stand it.

he pounces onto you, heart singing at the elated little yelp you let out as he presses a flurry of kisses to your face.

"i love you," kayn growls, incongruously aggressive for how sweet the words are. his fingers find their way between your thighs, rubbing where you want it the most. he dips inside, just a little, but you tense as if he's shoved all five (and a half!) inches inside of you at once.

"love you— love you too, kayn—"

fuck, he could listen to you saying his name just like that for years, and he'd never go soft.

"relax for me, baby." he stretches you in gentle, practised movements, head spinning as you obey, body going pliant under his covetous hands. you're so perfect for him, already soft and wet from your earlier stint with your toy. your lips find his weak spot— the tender patch of skin right between the junction of his neck and jaw— and he groans, feeling a little insane as you rock back against his fingers, dripping sweet and sticky like warm honey.

"i can't hold back much longer," he says, voice strangled.

"so don't." your breath catches as the tip of his finger brushes against your sweet spot, so he does it again, just to hear you gasp. he could get lost in this, this pleasure of playing your body like the finest of instruments, pulling sound after needy, dripping sound from your pretty mouth.

"kayn— kayn, please, stop teasing, don't hold back, please, i need you—" the sheer desperation in your voice makes kayn's blood sing with pleasure, and he gently removes his fingers from your aching hole, much to your chagrin. you line up the head of his cock with your entrance, shuddering as it pulses a thick glob of pre-cum over your skin. "inside, inside, please—"

there's nothing quite like the initial stretch of kayn's cock as he bullies his way inside of you. he's so thick, and the way he's got you folded makes him feel even bigger. your jaw hangs slack, every nerve trembling with anticipation.

the tip of his cock nudges inside, and you both let out twin moans. your cunt is hungry for it. desperate, even— your gaze goes hazy and unfocused as your pussy sucks softly at his tip.

"so fucking good," he groans. "how are you so fucking good every time?"

if you could speak, you'd say that you could ask him the same thing, but any semblance of coherent speech is knocked from the forefront of your mind as he eases deeper into you. every additional inch of his hot, throbbing cock only serves to make your mind go blank with pleasure. your eyes roll back, flutter shut.

"fuuuck, that's it, baby. feels good, doesn't it?" kayn shudders as he bottoms out. the very tip of his cock kisses a spot deep inside, so sensitive that it sends a thrill up your spine. "there it is— there's that weak spot. yeah, let me use it against you, baby. 'm gonna fuck all that resistance right out of your pretty hole..."

he rolls his hips once, twice, giving a few deep, experimental thrusts. true to his word, his cock massages over your sweet spot. you can't fight the onslaught of sensation, and even if you could, you wouldn't want to. it's so, so good— too good to resist, too good to fight. pleasure melts your brain, turning every coherent thought you might have had to gooey bliss.

your jaw hangs slack. your head spins. pleasure curls around your limbs, pulling you to new heights of mindless need.

"yeah, that's right. this is what you needed, isn't it?"

you don’t have to reply— the answer is written in the slight crossing of your eyes, the subtle trembling of your ribcage, the thin line of saliva that drips from the corner of your mouth. heat builds in your core, spreading like fire across your skin, and you let loose a long moan.

“kayn…” you struggle to make eye contact, lucidity slipping through your fingers with every devastating thrust.

“no thinking,” he says. his thumb finds your clit. the added stimulation makes it all too easy to obey. any semblance of logical thought dissipates into hazy pleasure. you wouldn’t be surprised if your brain was leaking straight out of your dripping cunt.

“no thinking,” you repeat dumbly, looping your arms around his neck and pulling him close. your fucked-out gaze meets his, and he curses under his breath, cock pulsing inside of you. through it all, he continues rubbing those maddening, mind-melting circles on your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

heat envelopes you, swallows you whole and digests you, transforming you into a being of need and pleasure. your nerves sing with molten arousal. every touch, every breath, every heartbeat only sends you spiraling further and further into the depths of debauchery.

“that’s it, baby, let me make you feel good, yeah, yeah—” kayn babbles, his hips stuttering out of rhythm. it makes his cock slide in that much deeper, makes his thumb slip just right against the hood of your clit, and— and—

you fall apart on his cock with a wail, unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure. it burns through you, sets the stars ablaze behind your eyelids. your sanity shatters as you all but convulse, gorging yourself on decadent sensation.

thick, creamy warmth floods your insides, and you practically purr at the way the tip of kayn’s cock kisses the sensitive mouth of your cervix. he’s still mumbling mindless praises against the soft skin of your neck even as he fucks you through both of your orgasms. his voice takes on an edge of wretched desperation. “so good, so good, it hurts, baby, hurts good, i— i— fuck…”

he collapses over you, sheathing himself balls-deep with a groan. the last dregs of his cum drool from his tip, dribbling over your sensitive walls. your pussy flutters around him in response, hungry for every last drop of him, and he nearly whimpers at the added sensation. pain and pleasure swirl around you in a heady cocktail of hormones as you come down from your highs together.

when kayn kisses you, it feels right— the natural product of the raw desire that connects you. his lips move against yours sweetly, softly, and he holds you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. the afterglow is made for kissing, for heavy petting, for the cooling of sweat and softening of breaths.

"what was that all about?" kayn murmurs in the hazy quiet, pulling you closer to him. you grumble a bit as his soft cock shifts inside of you, threatening to fall out, and he makes a soothing little noise, ignoring the pricks of painful overstimulation and focusing on keeping you nice and warm and full.

"what was what all about?"

"don't play, baby. what had you so needy tonight?"

"...ah." your face heats up, and you bury your nose in his chest. still, it doesn't muffle your next words. "you looked really, really good on stage tonight. i couldn't stop looking at your stupid bulge through your stupid leather pants."

the honestly is unexpected enough to subvert kayn's knee-jerk instinct to be insufferable and smug. he gapes at you. "you're so fucking cute."

“mhm,” you hum in agreement. “and you’re beautiful. so we match.”

there’s a frazzled sort of silence as kayn short-circuits from the praise. for someone who presents with such an inflated ego, his reaction to genuine compliments is nothing short of charming.

"so... the sheets?" you break the silence, only half-joking.

kayn groans. “i’ll wash them tomorrow. let me enjoy this, baby.”

“i’m holding you to it.” you bury your face in his chest, heart melting a bit as his lips brush over the crown of your head. dirty sheets or not, there’s nowhere else you would rather be than here, limbs tangled with his, soaking in your shared pleasure.

tags: @enchantedforest-network @angelshub

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lycheesuwa · 4 months

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the twins are so goofy in this I can't stop laughing 🧡 I love this

fun new years smut (attempt) lol

summary: You're dating Miya Osamu. You host the annual Inarizaki alumni new years reunion, and things get extra fun after a game of spin the bottle.

(There is NO Miya Osamu/Miya Atsumu. There IS Miya Osamu/Reader/Miya Atsumu)

a/n: yeah I wanted to try and write smut, idk what I'm doing, but I get the only way to get better is to write it lol so hopefully this isn't too insufferable.

MDNI!!!! 18+!!!!

w.c.: ~5.7k

read on ao3!

It started out like a normal night (doesn't it always?)

The old Inarizaki gang planned the new year get together. Despite being almost a decade out from high school, the crew stayed fairly tight.

You and Osamu had “officially” started dating in college, but had also been such a pain in the ass for your friends to deal with that you two single handedly merged the boys VBC and girls tennis club during your time at Inarizaki.

It wasn't your fault, though! How were you supposed to know that Osamu sharing his food with you meant something? Sharing food was, like, expected for you, and so, yeah, when he started bringing you your own bento lunches that he made himself, it was totally fair for you to assume that it was friendly!

It doesn't actually matter because during the new year reunion party over the winter break of your freshman year of college, your friends decided to “play” (read as: rig) a game of seven minutes in heaven.

When you and Osamu didn't come out of the twin's bedroom after seven minutes, no one bothered you until the next morning, and that was only to wake you up for food. Atsumu had been the brave soul to come in and find you and Osamu as a lump under the covers, which he proceeded to rip off, much to both of your chagrins.

And, the rest, they say, is history. It's been years at this point, and you couldn't be happier with Osamu as a life partner. He recently opened an Osaka branch of Onigiri Miya, so you both relocated from Tokyo closer to your hometown.

To celebrate, you two offered to host the annual reunion, and if it was so that it would force the two of you to actually unpack those last few boxes and make the apartment presentable, no one needed to know.

“Where the fuck are we gonna put the food processor?”

You love that Osamu cooks for you, truly, but the two of you haven't quite figured out the kitchen set up yet. In other words, the kitchen looks like a tornado recently ripped apart every cupboard and cabinet, bringing every utensil and appliance under the sun and throwing them all in random spots.

“Just put it in our room fer now!” Osamu calls from inside the pantry. He's currently sorting through ingredients for the party starting in approximately ten hours.

“Where's ‘Tsumu? I swear ta God if he doesn't actually come and help out like he said he would…”

Osamu steps out of the pantry, “Ya know that scrub’ll show up whenever he wants. I'm sure if ya call and ask ‘im real nice though, he'll come quicker.” Osamu hugs you from behind and gives you a kiss on your head.

“Sure, sure,” you turn around to get a proper kiss on the lips before opening your message thread with the blond twin. Osamu made these comments sometimes, and you still aren't exactly sure where they come from. It's not like Atsumu is jealous of your relationship with his brother; Atsumu can barely keep someone in his bed for more than a night, and that's how he likes it. There was a time period in high school where you were head over heels for Osamu and way too embarrassed about your “experience” level, so Atsumu had “helped you out.”

(Yes, the irony that some of your “major firsts” were with your current long term partner’s twin brother is not lost on you.)

But either way! You and Atsumu had a totally fine and normal relationship. The two of you bantered and got upset with each other over time spent with Osamu, and only made out a few times throughout college (there were a few months where Atsumu had dyed his hair back to black, and it was definitely in dark rooms when you couldn't tell) and beyond (of course, the yearly reunions.) Osamu never seemed too upset about the whole thing; usually he would laugh it off, or occasionally wrestle his brother over it, but it never seemed to legitimately bother him, so you didn't let it bother you.

ya wanna see me that bad huh? what, ‘samu not don't enough fer ya?

You roll your eyes at Atsumu’s usually flirtatious nature; Osamu reads the reply over your shoulder and huffs, before grabbing your phone to call his brother.

“Put a damn shirt on, no one wants ta see that!” Osamu exclaims upon Atsumu answering the call.

“Actually, ‘Samu, there are lots of people who would love ta see Miya Atsumu-”

“Shut tha fuck up, I don' care, what I care is if yer gonna get yer lazy ass over here to help us set up or not!”

“Oh shit, wait, that's actually today?” Atsumu's eyes widen, “Yeah, yeah, I'll be over in an hour, see ya, be sure ya got food ready fer me.”

He hangs up.

“Charmin’ as always,” you hum and pluck your phone out of Osamu's hands, “Anyway, what if tha food processor comes to life at night and then tries to food process us as revenge for when we attempted to make hummus and almost broke it? I want time to make an escape so it shouldn't be in the bedroom!”

Osamu laughs, “Well, if tha food processor comes to life, we prob’bly got much bigger issues, love.”

---

“Spin the bottle!” Rika calls out way too enthusiastically for someone in their mid to late twenties.

The clean up and prep for the party had gone smoothly, and by smoothly you mean that it only took you intervening in three Miya twins fight, two separate trips to the store, and one emergency call to your doctor friend to ask if the cut in your finger warranted stitches (it didn't.)

Now, a handful of the alumni from the boys VBC and girls tennis team are scattered around your apartment. Osamu had outdone himself with appetizers and snacks; Atsumu was working at the makeshift bar that was your kitchen table.

Currently, the group was debating what god awful game would be “the game” for the night. Historically, there has been seven minutes in heaven, along with spin the bottle, strip poker, truth or dare (or truth or drink), and a slew of nonsensical games that really only work with people who have known you since before you hit puberty.

“Spin the bottle? What are we, fifteen?” you sneer at Rika, mostly because if you have to watch her and Suna shamelessly make out again only to act like the other doesn’t exist the next morning, you might scream.

“What are ya, scared, princess?” Atsumu walks up behind you and shoves another drink in your face.

You take a sip. It's pretty good, “Ya think that’ll work on me?”

“I dunno, will it?” He snakes an arm around your waist to lean in for a kiss before his brother physically throws him off of you.

“Don't touch ‘er ya scrub!”

You giggle. It was totally fine when Atsumu was hanging all over you during the day, but as soon as Osamu gets a little bit of alcohol in him, he turns more…protective of you.

“I second fer spin tha bottle,” Suna stares directly at Rika as he speaks. Half the room groans.

“Tha two o' ya should jus’ go into tha bedroom and make out since that's what ya want so bad!” Ginjima usually hasn’t participated in these games since he started dating his current partner. The group was fine with him bringing her, but he insisted that it was a reunion and he liked that he had kept contact with the same group. There was something special about having such a deep, shared history.

“NO!” You and Osamu simultaneously yell at once. Partially because you had thrown everything that didn't have a place into your bedroom. Partially because Osamu had insisted that this would be a good opportunity to wash your sex toy collection, meaning most of them were now hanging around your room and drying in various places.

“That's kinda sus, not gonna lie,” Aran has his arm wrapped around Kita, but looks smug, “What’ve y'all got in there that we can't see?”

“Please I don't wanna know,” Atsumu makes a pained noise, “Let's just play spin tha bottle and move on from this conversation, please.”

Half the group cheers, the other half are throwing you and Osamu side eyes and knowing smirks.

“Whatever,” Osamu takes a seat next to Aran, “‘s not like we're eighteen no more and the thought of a dildo or some handcuffs gets us all in a tizzy.” He throws an easy smile as Aran lets out a hearty laugh, and even Kita chuckles.

The fact that when Atsumu went to get edamame from the store (“Ya forgot edamame? What the hell’s tha matter with ya!”), Osamu had insisted on making you cum twice before opening you up and shoving one of your favorite butt plugs up your ass before his twin returned, well, it was just your little secret.

“Are ya playin’ or what?” Suna looks over at your group sitting on the sofa, who all shrug before moving to the floor where a makeshift circle forms around the coffee table.

You had avoided sitting down too much, obviously, but as your ass hits the floor and you cross your legs, you wince, just slightly.

Osamu throws you a smug look and drops a kiss on your forehead before squeezing part of your butt cheeks.

“Okay! Who wants ta go first!” Atsumu asks, appearing with an empty bottle of soju. He doesn’t wait before chucking it at Suna’s head.

The Olympic athlete manages to catch it, but not without cursing and some fumbling.

Rika laughs and bats her eyelashes at him. You have no idea what's going on between them because if you and Osamu were anything close to that insufferable throughout high school, well, god bless all of your friends who dealt with that.

“Yes,” Osamu leans over and whispers in your ear, “and we were way worse.”

You look at him, startled.

“Love, ya've never hidden an emotion or thought on yer face. Yer an open book,” he kisses your nose.

Someone lets out a whoop and, oh, would you look at that. Rika is straddling Suna while they enthusiastically make out. You couldn't have looked away for more than thirty seconds, but his hands are running up her back, underneath her shirt; her hands are woven into his hair. You roll your eyes.

“Is the game over, then?” you joke, but apparently not, because you recognize the hungry glint in your friends’ eyes.

Here's the thing, the group of you aren't, like, sexual deviants, as some may say. But you all are fairly open about sex and intimacy, you're pretty sure everyone has probably had some sort of sexual experience with each other at some point in their life. It's, like, comforting. And it's also why these games always get chosen. You and Osamu put soft furniture covers over your couch and loveseats for a reason.

The party is just getting started.

Atsumu takes the bottle and gives it a spin with way more force than necessary.

It lands on you.

Osamu huffs and gives you a kiss on the cheek before patting your ass.

“Ugh,” you sigh. Atsumu sticks his tongue out at you and you crawl over into his lap.

Once you're seated, his lips are immediately on you, all tongue and teeth, hands roaming everywhere. Out of the corner of your eye, you see that Suna and Rika are also still going at it, with Suna groping her breasts, and Rika grinding down onto him.

Atsumu cups your ass with both of his hands and squeezes. You let out a little surprised noise.

He pulls away for a moment, a line of drool connecting the two of you, “Hmm? Keep ya focus on me, darlin’, not them.” He gives your ass another squeeze, “Didja think I didn't know why ‘Samu forgot the edamame?”

You make another startled noise and pull back even further. Huh?

“Nu-uh, not done with ya yet, babygirl,” Atsumu grabs your face with both of his hands and smashes his mouth against yours. His tongue is licking your teeth, your gums, every inch of the inside of your mouth. He kisses like it's his lifeline, biting and sucking to the point that you think that you're not getting out of this round without a couple of bruises, both on your lips and with the current grip he has around your waist.

You've played this game before. You've made out with Atsumu, and it always feels a bit like playing with fire. You're not quite sure why, but this time is a bit different. Maybe it's the way Osamu edged you to a third orgasm, before you both heard Atsumu's, “I'm back put ya damn clothes back on!” Maybe it was the look in Osamu’s eyes that promised something good after the two of you went to your bedroom for the night. It must be some combination of those two, because there's no other reason you should be feeling like this while making out with Atsumu, that's just good fun, right?

“Give ‘er back,” Osamu's voice breaks through the haze that is Atsumu, and you lean back and look over your shoulder. Atsumu runs his hand up your side and you shiver. His golden eyes darken.

“C’mere, doll,” Osamu gestures for you to join him, which you do. He immediately pulls you into his lap, shoots a glare at his twin brother, and kisses you exactly how you like it.

Soft lips, gentle nibbles, a little bit of tongue, almost teasing. He runs his hands up and down your side before grabbing at one of your breasts, pinching the nipple. You let out a little sigh, feeling the heat in your belly dim from a wildfire to a slow burn.

“Mmmph,” you make a halfhearted disgruntled noise that quickly morphs into a moan as he brings his other hand up to pinch and twist your other nipple.

“‘Kay, we got it, we got it, ya can stop puttin’ on a show now,” Atsumu's voice cuts through. You think that he's talking to Suna and Rika, but when you turn, face flushed, eyes dilated, you find the group's eyes on you.

“Just say yer jealous and move on,” Osamu shoots back, but turns you so that your back is against his chest.

Atsumu sticks out his tongue but nudges Yuka to take her turn.

The rest of the group end up in similar states of disarray as the game continues. Flushes that crawl up and down people's necks, glassy eyes, swollen lips. Not-so-hidden smiles. It's a good time, and everyone is loosening up. You know where this is headed.

You nudge Osamu.

“Okay, ya animals, we're headed off ta bed, don't bother us. Seriously, I'll kill ya if ya so much as knock on the goddamn door. Unless there's a fire. If someone's dyin’ call an ambulance but don't bother us. Y'all can have anything in tha fridge, and just keep things as clean as ya can.”

It's damn near the same speech that every single person has used when they hosted the new year reunion. Have fun, but don't get too messy, and don't bother the host and their partner for the night (who obviously get dibs on the bedroom.)

Osamu essentially drags you down the hallway and into the bedroom before slamming the door shut. Did he lock the door? You don't think that you heard a click, but your entire being is filled up by Osamu that you can't think straight.

The two of you have been together for years, but he always manages to take your breath away. He's all light kisses and sweet touches, until a switch flips and he becomes borderline sadist, making you beg, edging you until you cry, leaving handprints and bruises all over you.

“Ya seemed ya like yer turn with ‘Tsumu,” Osamu mumbles against your lips. You're dazed by his hands gripping at your thighs and tongue tracing the outline of your lips.

“Wha?”

“I said,” Osamu bites down on your lip, hard, “Ya seemed ta enjoy yer time with ‘Tsumu. My brother.”

He flips you over and pulls you against his chest before tweaking both of you nipples. You let out a groan.

“Mmm,” you sigh as he continues to fondle you through your t-shirt, “I mean, I was mostly thinkin’ o' ya and what yer gonna do ta me.”

Osamu halts his hands, you keen, but he ignores you and asks, “Mostly?”

Oh, fuck, you said that, hadn't you?

“I mean-” you try to back peddle but your brain isn't keeping up with your mouth.

“Hmm, okay, ya little slut, maybe ya want botha us? Is that it? If yer mostly thinkin' o’ me, that means yer at least kinda thinkin’ bout him, huh?”

You're not exactly sure where he's going with this, so you say your safe word.

Osamu immediately drops his hands and turns you around.

“What's up, doll?” You can see his eyes are still a little hazy, but he's looking at you seriously, “No name callin’ tonight?”

“I just,” you're not actually sure, “I dunno. Is this, uh, a thing?”

“‘s what a thing?”

“Uh,” you cringe because this hasn't ever been a thing. Usually it's just goofing around with Atsumu, all under the watchful eye of Osamu (and all of your closest friends). No sneaking around, no feelings, just pleasure and a good time.

“Do ya wanna fuck ‘im?” Osamu's eyes are serious.

“Whaddya mean?”

“I'm askin’, would ya fuck ‘Tsumu?”

You can't get a good read on him, but your instincts are telling you that this isn't some kind of test. You've been partners with the younger Miya for years, and if there's one thing you've learned, it's that honesty is truly the best policy for him.

“Yeah,” you're even a little surprised by your answer, “I mean, with ya here, too, obviously. I mean. Ya know. Or not-!”

Osamu is on top of you, pushing you back onto your back, leaving hickies down your neck.

“‘Samu, what-?”

“Let ‘im, let ‘im fuck ya. I wanna watch. Please, fuck, please I wanna watch ya be fucked by someone but I don't trust nobody else.”

Well, that could probably be unpacked at some point. Not now, though.

Instead, you say, “Okay, yeah, fuck, let's do it.”

Osamu leaves what will be a particularly large bruise on your collarbone before sitting up and sending a text.

Almost immediately, the door opens to reveal a disheveled blond.

“Are ya serious?” He looks between the two of you. You look at Osamu, he looks at you. You both turn and nod at Atsumu.

“Fuck yes, oh my god, I've been wanting to get inside ya again ferever,” he's on his knees in front of the bed in a second, “Please lemme taste ya, fuck, I've been dreamin’ about the way ya taste fer years.”

Osamu chuckles.

“Fuck ya, how'd ya get so lucky, ‘Samu, goddamn.”

You forgot that Atsumu was chatty in the bedroom. You had assumed it may have been his teenage self when you two were first messing around, but apparently not.

Before you know what's happening, Osamu has your t-shirt over your head, thrown to the side, and Atsumu drags your pants and underwear down and off of you.

Osamu pushes you forward, so your legs hang off the bed, but your back is against his chest. The plug shifts with all of the movement and you let out a low sigh.

“Huh, we haven't even, oh,” Atsumu's eyes go wide as Osamu grabs around you to pull your knees up to your chest, bending you in half, and revealing what's been shoved up your ass for the past few hours.

“Fuck,” Atsumu breathes out before grabbing the handle and pulling.

You let out an animalistic groan.

“Look at her pretty little asshole,” Atsumu's eyes are almost black, with their signature honey gold only a thin ring around his dilated pupils, “I dunno where to start, honestly.”

“Here, have some fun,” Osamu tosses something to Atsumu and oh, it's the vibrating butt plug that you just cleaned, and the bottle of lube kept on your nightstand.

Something clicks in your head, but the thought is immediately lost as Atsumu hastily pours an absurd amount of lube on the toy before shoving it up your ass and turning it on.

You groan.

Even when Osamu is being rougher, he's always measured in everything he does. Atsumu just, like, does things. It all feels very frantic. You lose your train of thought again as Atsumu's mouth latches onto your clit and he sucks.

“Oh, fuck, ‘Tsumu, oh my god,” you breathe out some more garbled versions of his name.

Osamu still has you with your knees up, but he's snaked his arms behind your knees so that he can play with your nipples. He knows this drives you up the wall.

“Mmm, oh, ‘Tsumu…mmmm, ‘Samu~”

The duality of feather light touches on your top half, with Osamu whispering what a good girl you are into your ear, and Atsumu seemingly randomly hitting different settings on the plug and alternating between sucking your clit and licking and biting your inner thighs, has you cumming in only a few moments.

As Osamu watches you start to tighten your entire body, he switches from light touches to neck bites and firm pinches to your nipples.

Atsumu is too involved in eating you out to notice, but he does realize that you're clenching a bit more.

“Fuck, I gotta feel ya,” he mutters almost too quietly for you to hear, and then he has two fingers shoved into you and is sucking onto your clit for dear life.

Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave and you let out a heady moan, feeling yourself clench around the toy and around Atsumu's fingers. He continues to suck your clit through it all, and Osamu doesn't ease up his ministrations on your breasts.

You're heaving, slightly overstimulated, and try to wriggle away.

“There's nowhere ta go, doll,” Osamu whispers in your ear.

“I hope she ain't done yet, ‘Samu,” Atsumu wipes his mouth and looks up at you through ridiculously long eyelashes.

“That's right, love, we're just gettin’ started,” Osamu shifts do you're lying on your back, looking at him upside down, “Wanna play a game, doll?”

You're still recovering from the mind blowing orgasm, and Atsumu is still kissing and stroking your inner thighs. Your thoughts are murky.

“Huh?”

“A game.” Osamu disappears from your view for a second before reappearing with a blindfold, “Let’s see how well ya know yer partner o’ almost a decade from his twin brother.”

“Wow, she musta liked that,” Atsumu pulls his fingers out from you after feeling you clench around him at Osamu’s words.

“Is that a yes, darlin’?” Osamu gives you an even look. You nod.

“Jesus,” Atsumu lets out a low whistle, “I’m not jealous of all o’ that romantic shit ya gotta do, but fuck, what I wouldn’t do ta have her in my bed every night.”

“Stop talking about me like I’m not here, ya dumb fuck.” You turn to glare at the blond, but find yourself nose to nose with him.

“Hmmm?” he gives you a sleazy smile before grabbing the back of your neck and slamming his lips into yours. The kiss is fierce and hot, he’s lapping at your mouth like a parched dog, but you find that you don’t mind. His hands have found their way to your sides, running up and down slowly, in contrast to the feverish way his lips seem to be devouring you.

While you’re distracted, Osamu ties the blindfold around you, snugly. The silky material is familiar to you, but you’re feeling more vulnerable than usual.

“Babygirl,” Atsumu pulls back, and you try to blink open your eyes, only to be met with darkness, “You don’ even know how good ya look, walkin’ ‘round in yer t-shirt with no bra on. Those perky nipples just beggin’ ta get played with, sucked on, maybe.”

A warm mouth latches onto one of your nipples, while a hand comes up to cup your other breast. The mouth seems much too soft to be Atsumu, but the way he’s touching you isn’t quite like Osamu either. Just as you’re about to open your mouth, you feel another mouth on the back of your neck, kissing down your spine.

“How do ya feel ‘bout playin’ a game?” Osamu whispers in your ear. That’s definitely Osamu.

“Yeah, wanna guess who’s who? It’ll be fun.” Wait, is that Osamu, in your other ear?

Fuck.

You nod tentatively.

You are lifted into the air and set down on someone’s lap. You instinctively grind down against the soft material of sweatpants. Which one of them was wearing sweatpants again? Your mind is swimming with pleasure.

Whoever you’re sitting on shimmies their sweatpants down, and takes your wrists to set them on his chest.

“Wanna take a guess, darlin’?” Usually that was Osamu’s pet name for you, but you distinctly remember Atsumu using it earlier.

You run your hands up and down one of the twin’s chests, when you get to his hipbone, you feel a mole on the left side.

“‘Samu~” you moan out, grinding down onto your boyfriend’s dick.

“That’s right, doll,” he lifts you up and you feel the tip of his dick sliding against the slick that’s been gathering on your folds. You grind down and whine as he pulls himself away.

“No, darlin’, you don’t gotta do no work, just be our pretty little thing, yeah?”

That’s Atsumu. You can feel his dick dragging up and down the crevice of your ass.

You can’t help but shiver.

“That’s right, baby, you just have to relax,” Osamu whispers in your ear and coaxes you back onto his swollen tip.

You instinctively shove your hips down, taking him down to the hilt.

“Fuck, ‘Samu, Jesus Christ, you get to hit this every day? Are ya fuckin’ kiddin’ me?”

Oh, so Atsumu was underneath you.

You grind down against his pelvis bone. He’s hitting your cervix.

Atsumu huffs out a laugh, “Would ya look at that, ‘Samu, she recognizes yer voice but not yer dick, huh?”

You have a comeback right at the tip of your tongue, but Atsumu pulls you up off of him before slamming you back down.

You scream.

“That’s right, darlin’, ya like that? That feel good?” Atsumu is holding you up slightly, absolutely railing you. You go to place your hands on his chest, but Osamu wraps his arms around you from behind, holding you at what would be a near impossible angle for you to hold yourself at.

“‘Tsumu, slow down fer a minute, will ya?”

“Why tha fuck would I do that?” Atsumu pants in between each word. “She feels so fuckin’ good. So tight, so warm, so wet. I could fuck this little pussy for days.”

Atsumu keeps up his brutal pace, while you’re at his mercy, being held up by Osamu.

“Fuck, look at the way her tits bounce like that, fuck.” Atsumu’s hands are digging into your hips so hard, and Osamu suddenly changes his grip so that he can pinch at your nipples. You let out a low groan.

“‘Samu, do that again, whatever you do, she’s clenchin’ so good around me, fuck, I think I’m gonna-” Atsumu lets out a frustrated groan, and you feel yourself pulled off of his cock.

You let out a frustrated groan as well.

“‘Samu~” you whine, “Why~”

“Not so fast, doll, be patient. Tha both of ya.”

Before you can ask what’s going on, you feel Osamu’s dick prodding at your asshole.

“Mmm, ‘Samu~” you push your hips back, and hear Atsumu hiss through his teeth, “Can I take the blindfold off? Please?”

Osamu pauses, and you feel the fabric slip off of your face.

You’re not ready to look down at a flushed, fucked out Miya Atsumu. Hair a mess (you don’t even remember running your hands through his hair?), blush spreading across his cheeks, heavy-lidded eyes looking predatory. Looking down at his throbbing cock, you have no idea how the hell that fit inside of you, but you say that every time you take an extra second to really look at Osamu. You can’t even tell his eyes are golden with how blown out his pupils are.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Atsumu’s sends you a sleazy grin that would be more effective if he wasn’t so pussydrunk.

“Fuckin’ scrub…” Osamu mutters before slowly easing his way into your ass. You clench around him subconsciously, causing him to let out a low groan, “I forget how tight ya are, babydoll. Fuck me, oh my god.”

Atsumu is looking up at you with wide eyes as Osamu sinks deeper and deeper into you. One of his arms is wrapped all the way around your waist, Atsumu’s hands still holding your hips.

He bottoms out and leans over to bite your shoulder, stifling another groan.

Atsumu looks up at your face, watery eyes, drool coming out of your mouth. Your hair is a wreck, and your eyes are completely unfocused. He can’t help it. He lines himself up with you and slams back into you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! ‘Tsumu, ‘Samu, fuck, yer so fuckin’ big,” you clench around both of them, causing them to let out very similar moans.

And then they’re both pounding into you. Relentlessly. They’re somehow able to sync up so that one of you is in you at all times, despite the brutal pace, you either have a dick up your ass or bruising your cervix. You’re absolutely losing your mind, you have never felt this full, you’ve never felt like this ever. You’re lucky that you have an Olympic athlete and a Onigiri Miya restaurant-owner holding you up because at this point you feel like a rag doll.

“Fuck, fuck, ‘Samu, she’s so fuckin’ tight, Jesus, fuck, I can’t, fuck, I’m gonna-”

Osamu slams into you so hard that it breaks the pace and Atsumu slides out of you.

He howls.

“Fuck ya! I swear ta fuckin’ god if ya don’t let me fuckin’ cum inside over her I’m gonna kill ya right now, fuck ya so much, lemme fuck ‘er right!” Atsumu tries to pull your hips closer, but Osamu has completely switched your position so that you’re bent over Atsumu, tits in his face, as Osamu rails you from behind. His grunts are much quieter than Atsumu’s blabbering, but you can tell from the stutters in his hips that he’s close, as well.

“I want ya both ta come in me, fuck, please.” The only thing you can think of is being completely filled up by both of the twins.

Osamu pauses, then lets out a feral noise. His pause is just enough for Atsumu to realign his dick with your now dripping opening; he rams back into you.

The pace is off now, not quite as in sync, but like fuck if you care. Atsumu is whimpering about how good you feel and how he’s so close, but all it takes to send you over the edge is Osamu leaning forward to whisper good girl in your ear.

You didn’t even realize it was that kind of orgasm until you feel yourself gushing all over Atsumu’s dick.

“Oh my god, fuck, she squirts? ‘Samu, fuuuuck,” Atsumu keeps talking as he feels you spasm around him, milking him of his own orgasm. His words become more like incoherent babbles.

Osamu doesn’t give you more than a few grunts and a bite to the side of your neck as he empties himself into you, as well.

For a moment, there’s silence. You can feel your own liquids and Atsumu’s slowly slipping out of you and down your leg. As Osamu slowly pulls himself out, you can feel his cum running down your thighs, as well.

“Get out,” Osamu pulls you off of Atsumu and onto your sides. He kicks Atsumu’s leg.

“What the fuck, man? Gimme a second,” Atsumu’s staring at the ceiling with wide eyes.

“I’m serious, get the fuck out,” Osamu kicks his twin a little harder.

Atsmu makes a noise of protest, but rolls over and off the bed before grabbing his clothes. He turns around and throws you a wink, “Lemme know if ya ever wanna go again, yeah?”

“Get tha fuck out!” Osamu throws a pillow at his older brother, and Atsumu leaves, cackling.

After he shuts the door, you turn to Osamu, “So…”

“So?” He looks at you sleepily.

“Let’s take a shower and talk about this tomorrow,” you cradle his face and kiss his nose. He makes an adorable noise that he most certainly would rather die than have anyone besides you hear, but ultimately swings his legs off the edge and picks you up princess style to carry you to the bathroom.

---

The next morning, you wake up wrapped up in Osamu’s arms. You’re a little sore, but nothing unmanageable. Most of your body is covered in bruises.

Osamu is lightly snoring next to you, so you make your way back out to the living room wearing one of his old shirts.

You run into the blond Miya twin, in the kitchen, making coffee. A few of your friends are still sprawled in various duos and trios around your living room floor.

“Fancy meetin’ ya here, darlin’,” Atsumu shamelessly looks you up and down, “Ya were limpin’ a lil bit out here, ya feelin’ okay today?”

You sneer at him before getting down a coffee mug and holding it out to him. He fills it up to the brim, just to be a brat.

The two of you stand side by side in the kitchen, leaning against the counter. There’s amicable silence. You look over at Rika and Suna wrapped up around each other and mentally sigh at the amount of debriefing you will no doubt be doing with your friend later that day.

“What’s that sayin’, again?” Atsumu turns to look at you. You look back at him inquisitively.

“Hm?”

“New year, new traditions?” Atsumu throws you a cheeky grin before he leans down to steal a kiss, while giving your ass a squeeze, “I was serious, babygirl, lemme know if ya want a round two.”

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lycheesuwa · 4 months

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omg iizuna fanart! I also love komori (and sakusa)

🏃🏃🏃

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lycheesuwa · 5 months

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kenma cozy boy

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lycheesuwa · 6 months

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did a drawing of geto

(idk if i should do a background or what to do for it?)

medium: markers, pen

My first time posting my art 🧡

#geto suguru #jjk geto #jujutsu geto #geto #suguru geto #original art #markers #lychee.suwa #jujitsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen geto

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lycheesuwa · 6 months

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pls it's SO them (Osamu w wingman fr 😩)

Kiyoomi: Being a man sucks

Osamu: Being Tsumu’s man wouldn’t

Kiyoomi: *blushes*

Atsumu: Are ya hitting on Omi, for me?

Osamu: Shut up, it’s working

Kiyoomi: It is

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lycheesuwa · 6 months

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FIRE ESCAPE

* Sakusa x reader [content: fluff, pining] * 1236 words * Late Halloween upload!

October is too cold and not cold enough. Two sweaters is ridiculous to be wearing during the day, especially in his apartment but according to his extremely frugal roommates, it’s not cold enough to turn on the heat yet. The last night of October is definitely too cold to be wearing only a silk button down shirt and a suit jacket. The reason Sakusa is dressed like this— you asked him to match halloween costumes for the stupid party his roommates are throwing. He’s waiting at his window which has been cracked open a fraction because his roommates turned on the heat, but now it’s blasting and his room is overheating.

Unfortunately for him, his view of the back of the house is obscured by a rusted metal fire escape. He can’t see the sidewalk which is lit by only a single street light at the far corner of the block, so he sits on his bed with his bedroom door locked as the speakers thrum through the rest of the apartment and voices begin to fill the living room. After about ten more minutes of waiting his phone vibrates with a message, your name and text tone chiming to notify him that you’re outside of his room.

Sakusa has never invited you into his room before, although you’ve been in the apartment a few times. He’s had one of his teammates from his volleyball team in his room once, but that’s it for guests. His face heats up and he pulls his tie away from his neck to give himself some breathing room as you turn to him.

“You have a fire escape?” you ask him, bright red lips pulled into a smile.

Sakusa nods and tears his gaze away from how perfect an angel costume is for you, the neon yellow glow-stick atop your hair clashing with his overhead light.

“Can we sit on it?” you ask him.

Sakusa doesn’t mean to flinch at the question, and shoots you a questioning look that probably conveys too much disgust. “Why?”

“It’s cool!” You haven’t waited for him to answer you, and pushed open his window. “You even took the screen out— it’s perfect. Just grab a blanket and we can sit out here.”

Sakusa does not want to sit on rusted metal bars, suspended five meters from the ground, but you look so hopeful and there’s little he’d do to deny you.

Following your instructions, he joins you with a throw blanket from the foot of his bed. After draping it over both of you so that you’re covered, but not too close, he glances over at you. You’re holding a thermos and have finally opened it, a small stream of white steam wafting up from the lip of the container.

“What is that?” Sakusa asks.

“Hot chocolate! Since it’s so cold tonight, I thought it would be nice to have something warm to drink that wasn’t alcohol. Especially since we have our 8am Chem analysis tomorrow morning.”

Sakusa groans, “don’t remind me.”

You hum and lean your head closer to him as you inhale the chocolate scent. “I would offer you a sip but…” You tilt your head up to catch his grimace. “Yup, figured.”

“No… offense,” Sakusa says weakly.

“None taken,” you respond, giving him a smile. “More for me.” You gently nudge his arm, and Sakusa moves it so that he’s holding his arm in front of him.

“N-nice costume,” Sakusa says.

You turn to him and reach a hand between you to fix the devil horns on his head. “I like your suit. You look very handsome, Mr. Devil.”

“You look good too,” Sakusa compliments you back, maybe a little too quickly.

He cracks a small smile as you smile into the thermos and manage to take a small sip. He’s starting to miss the blasting heat from inside of the apartment, but at the same time you’re out here, and sitting next to you isn’t something that he gets to do a lot. Besides, he’s got his suit jacket. And even though it is chilly, it beats the noise that’s emanating through the thin walls. Here the noise is much more muffled.

“Your roommate tried to hit on me,” your voice breaks into his search.

“Ew,” Sakusa says immediately. “He’s such a sleaze.” Sakusa is not fond of being able to hear noise through the thin walls, and he's so thankful that he got the single because those noises would be much more frequent otherwise. For good measure, he stays away from the couch, though.

“He wasn’t being sleazy,” you say softly. “He was… actually kind of funny about it. He asked if my clothes were ‘made in heaven’ and tried to check the tag.”

“That’s so laaaame,” Sakusa groans. “That shit works on you?”

You pout and look away from him. “No.”

Yes. A corny pick up line worked on you.

“I won’t sleep with your roommates,” you say. “I promised I wouldn’t.”

Sakusa scoffs lightly, but being as close to in his arms as he’s ever let anyone sit with him, you catch it. There's nothing to say though, because you've been honest with Sakusa the whole time.

“I won't!” you exclaim. “Seriously.”

“I know,” Sakusa answers. “But what you do is your business.”

Sakusa likes how witty you are, how pretty your smile is, the way you sit in class to take notes, and how actively you participate in class discussion (yes, even 8am chem analysis). He's so horrendously down-bad for you that he gets a little jealous when you laugh at his roommates dumb pick-up lines— something he'd never attempt but is currently wishing he'd made.

You begin a convoluted explanation about why you think it’s better to keep feelings separate from sex. Sakusa doesn’t mind listening, but he’s heard it all before and it still makes him feel a little bad for the others. What's better though, friendzoning himself, or getting one (purely physical) chance and that's it?

“...And that’s why I only find people that I meet at parties, so I don’t have to worry about walking into Chem 241 and seeing them the next day.”

Sakusa smiles because that’s the class you met him in. Your head turns to catch his gaze on you, and you smile back at him, your cheeks and nose flushed red from the cool air.

Sakusa swallows, hoping you don’t notice the bob in his Adam's apple because your smile shouldn't look so… enticing. Enticing enough that his stomach flutters as his eyes take in your pretty lips and the small stream of white air clear in the deep blue of midnight. He can't remember the last time, if there even was one, that he wanted to kiss someone. But why did it have to be you?

“Kiyo-kun?” you ask him. “Did you hear me? Are you cold?”

“Hmm? No, why?” he says.

“We’ve been out here for almost an hour, and you look kind of pale.”

“I always look pale,” Sakusa says. Of course he’s cold. He’s wearing a silk button up shirt, a suit jacket, and sharing a thin throw blanket suspended 5 meters up on rusted metal bars— he’s been cold for probably 50 minutes. But he’s been sitting with you.

And now that you’ve scooted just a fraction closer—close enough that he can feel your arm pressing against his, he’s just that much warmer.

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