#miya atsumu pwp

[thechloediary]

⇨ atsusuna — “perfect morning”

❣️ rated e | pwp

❣️ chapters 2/2 | wc: ~5k

❣️ established relationship

❣️ trans!suna, afab terms

ao3: link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51521722

// cw nsfw : more info & tags below!!

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[sktsficrecs]

Title: i left a taste in your mouth

Words: 26k

Tags: bodyguard, pwp, crushing

Summary:

Sakusa fixes him with a vague expression of something like distaste. There's a scathing edge to his tone when he speaks. "Contrary to what you seem to believe, not everyone who meets you is instantly dying to get into your pants, Miya."

"Lucky I don't really care right now what 'everyone' wants to do, then." Atsumu swivels his mug around on the tabletop a few times, and then brings it to his mouth to drain the last few dregs of his latte. Over the rim of his mug, he adds casually, "Just you."

Thoughts: I feel like this one is pretty self explanatory lol. It was a good read.

Link:

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[sir-kuroo]

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 ♡ MIYA ATSUMU

as the class president, it's your duty to talk sense into ATSUMU about the porn magazine you confiscated from him that's...until one thing leads to another

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 ⋮ f!reader, pwp, creampie, classroom sex, 69, fingering, cunnlingus, L-bomb

“Hey, iinchou...” Atsumu greeted as he closed the classroom door behind him. “It’s already late, ya know? You can just give that to me during practice.”

You shot him a stern and disappointed look. He gulped. He knew he won’t get away without another earful from you.

“I can’t believe you! Looking at dirty stuff like this during class? Do you know what could happen if the teacher finds out...”

He scoffed. “I doubt they’ll never let me play volleyball.”

Atsumu was supposed to view the magazine at home, but he got excited and took a little peek. He was too thrilled to find that the latest issue was filled with preppy and co-ed looking AV idols in school uniform that he didn’t notice you glaring behind him.

You grimaced. “You’re hopeless.”

He sighed.

All the girls at Inarizaki treated him like a celebrity. Tch! Yet the look on your face when you saw him with that magazine made him feel like he’s a convict, a criminal, a disgustin’ piece of human being.

Yeah, right. He got it. You’re the class president and you’re just basically overdoing your job when it comes to him. It ain’t even your fault. He even voted for you, because you’re... He blushed.

Why was he even thinkin’ ‘bout ya! What he should be focusin’ on right now was how to get that magazine back so he could have some good stuff before bedtime.

“C’mon now. It’s late. I don’t have time for this. They’re even turnin’ the lights off.”

Even so, the lamps were on over the running track outside shedding a little light on your profile as you stood by the window.

“You’re not even taking me seriously.” Your brows knitted together. Atsumu clenched his fist. You’re makin’ things difficult for him...

“What? Tell me...You wanna bring that home? I get it. I get it. Fine, all yers. I didn’t think ya have it in ya, iinchou.”

You blushed! “W-What do you mean- I- Hey! I’m not into this kind of stuff!”

He tried to control his grin. You’re really making it hard for him. He can’t help it when you’re this cute.

“I have a lot at home. If you want, I can share some-”

“You’re such a pig!” You slammed the magazine in his face. “I don’t want anything to do with this and you!”

“Did’ya just call me a pig? Did’ya even know how much patience I’ve been puttin’ up wit’ ya?” Atsumu stepped forward, cornering you.

He’s visible now. You gulped. Gosh, he’s freshly showered. Smells good. So handsome.

You were just speechless as he continued his nagging. “I could just easily ignore ya, y’know? I could easily shut you up. Yer even takin’ too much of my practice time! I could easily bully you, yet I don’t cuz I have a crush on ya-”

Atsumu stopped but it’s too late. Your eyes widened at his revelation.

“That’s...not a good joke.” You whispered with a saddened gaze. Was he playing with your feelings, now?

“It...ain’t a joke.” Making you sad was the last thing he wanted. He took a deep inhale and looked away shyly. “Truth is...half of the rules I break was just to get yer attention...”

You gulped and felt your face heating up. Your chest rose up and down as you caught your breath. You couldn’t believe the day would come when you’d be hearing this from him.

“I know I annoy you a lot.” You started, looking away in embarrassment. “But I only keep a close eye on you because I want to support you. I want you to keep doing what you love and-”

The next thing you know he’s already cupping your face. Your lips overlapped with his while you closed your eyes, surrendering in the kiss. His tongue started massaging yours and you held onto his shoulder as he had an arm firm around your frame.

He released your lips, shifting his focus on your neck. Your breath got caught in your chest as he tasted and suck on your skin. His mouth on your neck was building heat in btween your legs. Your bodies pressed even closet together, craving more contact. You felt something bulging between the both of you while he slid your school blazer off.

“Iinchou, I wanna...touch...” He begged.

You blushed. “Y-You’re asking that when you’re already taking my blouse off.”

“’m sorry…” he’s not. He pulled up your bra and revealed your bare breasts. “Fuck…” he breathed out and filled his hand with your flesh, fondling. “So soft…”

You breathed heavily while he couldn’t take his eyes off your squishy tits. He dry gulped and took one into his mouth.

“Aaahh…” You let out, feeling the sensation as his tongue toyed around your nipple. He pulled it up and popped it free, watching it jiggle at the release.

“Ugh, can’t take it!” He let out, panting.

You watched with a hazy gaze as Atsumu stepped backwards, pushing two tables together. With his strong arm, he scooped you up and transferred you there, placing you atop the desk.

He tugged your panties down and you gave your consent by lifting your hips to help him take it off. He sat on a chair and opened your legs wide. “Ya look so juicy…” He whispered and started licking your pussy.

“Aaahhh…Tsumu…” You moaned as he continuously lapped your folds and clit up and down. Your pussy felt so soft and puffy against his tongue it’s making him wanna eat you more and more. Your hips uncontrollably rolled while he had his hands firm on your thighs to hold you down. “Tsumu…”

He freed your pussy from his mouth and stood up as soon as he sensed you’re about to reach your peak. “I wanna see yer face as you cum.” You just stared at him clueless until he slid two fingers inside you. Your back arched as his digits pushed in and out. Gosh, you’re so gooey under his touch that his cock was getting heavier. It didn’t take long until you’re writhing around him. Your mouth parted as you softly moaned, reaching your peak.

And that…that was what orgasm felt like. You heaved, bewildered. Catching your breath, he leaned forward to engulf you in a kiss. You soon heard the sound of metal clacking, which you figured was his belt.

“Can I?” He asked.

You blushed and nodded your head. He swiped his tip against your slit to lubricate himself. You readied yourself, holding onto his strong biceps. Slowly, he eased inside you. You both let out a moan when your pussy swallowed the entirety of him in. You teared a little. He’s big that you never imagined someone his size could fit your little hole.

You remained still, panting.

“Are ya okay?” He asked.

You nodded your head. “I’m okay now. You can move.”

“It’s our first time. I’ll be slow.” He lovingly said as he began pulling out and pushing in a tempered tempo. Gradually, it starting to feel really good like an odd kind of massage wherein it was his cock inside your folds.

You let out a moan of pleasure and Tsumu increased his pace. Oh gosh, you never knew sex would feel this good. This great. Your hips now matching his penetration.

“Y/N…” he breathed out, pumping skillfully that your juices overflowed from your vagina.

You held onto the edge of the table for leverage as Atsumu’s movements were becoming more pronounced. Accidentally, your eyes travelled to the floor and saw the porn magazine you confiscated from him. You couldn’t believe it you’re in the same exact position as the idol from the magazine’s page.

Atsumu didn’t fail to notice.

“Ya know, that magazine was yer fault anyway!” He mercilessly slammed his dick deep inside you.

“Mhmn! T-Tsumu?” You breathed out.

“I only buy those so I can imagine fuckin’ ya in this uniform! In this very position!” He said as he began pounding faster.

“Aaaahhh! Tsumu…”

“Yer the only person I wanna fuck! Dammit! I’m dyin’ to have ya in every way!” Tsumu plunged in deep, his tip kissing your womb.

“S-so rough…Wait- Tsumu…”

He’s screwing you like crazy that the tables started squeaking and swaying.

His eyes were shut and his brows were knitted together as he cried out all the lewd things he wanted to do to you. “You…Against the chalkboard! Fuck! And yer mouth…around my cock under the table!”

“Tsumu….” You moaned, your mind going blank.

“Best of all…on this desk! On my desk!” He thrust harder and faster.

Your legs reflexively wrapped around his waist to meet your orgasm. “Aaahhh…aahhh…I-I’m coming!”

You reached for him and clasped your hands at the back of his neck. Your gazes met and you mindlessly uttered, “I love you, Tsumu.”

He bit his lip and whimpered. You squeezed him up, while you both moved your hips in a frenzy, as you two come down.

“Iinchou…Y/N, I love you too.” Atsumu murmured against your shoulder as he cradled you. You reveled in the moment until you felt something dripping down your thigh.

“…”

“I-I’ll take full responsibility. I swear! It’s just…ya said ya love me and I lost it.”

“How can we be so careless?” You pinched and pulled his cheek. “I can’t believe I allowed it without giving much thought.” You sighed.

“I mean what I said though.” He looked you in the eye. “Yer the only person I’d wanna fuck from now on.”

Atsumu grinned his foxy grin the kind that always made your heart stop and, now, your pussy wet. He inched closer, noses touching and soon you found yourselves making out.

“Mhmn!” You were surprised to feel him grow and harden inside you again.

“Just one more, please.” He pleaded until you couldn’t even remember how you got yourselves on the floor and with your hand around his dick and with him beneath you as he inspected your pussy.

Gosh, who knew his cock would be as pretty as him. The tip blushing perfectly that you couldn’t help but move your tongue around it. Your hand stroke up and down to stimulate his shaft while his moans encouraged you to do better and devour his full-length.

“Damn…so sexy. Yer so damn sexy. A lot better than my hand when I imagine you do that.” He exhaled as the heat in him rose. No fair, he’s about to cum. Not yet. “Ya seem to enjoy your meal there…” His hands started caressing your ass. “Now, what do we have here?” His thumbs parted the lips of your pussy to reveal your folds and he dove right in, eating you out like a hungry fox.

You whimpered around his cock, which sent him shivers. He pulled his face away and replaced it with his fingers inside you. “Oh look at that…” He said through gritted teeth so hyped up as he fucked you with his digits. “Yer creamin’ around my fingers.”

“T-Tsumu, w-what’re you-mmnph-“ Your legs gave up and Tsumu held you firm, lifting your hips up as he aggressively plunged his fingers fast in and out you were screaming his name so loud as you cum.

Shit! That shit made him even harder his cock felt so heavy. “I…I need to cum.” He huffed with hungry eyes.

You both came and came endlessly that evening. You couldn’t even keep track anymore. Droplets of his cum even messed up the floor and several chairs and tables in the classroom as you two fucked like crazy over and over again. You couldn’t even remember how you ended up with your chest pressed against the blackboard and a leg hooked around his arm as he penetrated you deeply and thoroughly from behind.

“I…hah hah…I’m going crazy.” You said, as you became lightheaded with all the sex yet couldn’t help yourself. It felt too good that you didn't want it to end. It must be the hormones or the pent-up tension of always being at each other’s throats with you being the class rep and him being the attention-seeking mischievous classmate.

“Ugh…iinchou!” He exclaimed as he pressed you even harder against board, his cock going deeper. “I’m even crazier! I’m fuckin’ the class rep raw in the classroom against the blackboard after class!”

“Ohhhh…ahhh…Tsumu…I can’t anymore, please!” You cried as you came for the nth time.

“Iinchou…Y/N!” He hissed against your ear as he gave you bust his load inside you.

You both breathed out while he slid himself outside you. His cum spilled out of your pussy the moment he pulled his cock out.

“Crap, we got some cleaning to do.” You said as he pulled you in embrace and gave your cheek a sweet kiss.

“Lemme take care of that.”

It was already dark when Atsumu finished cleaning your mess and offered to walk you home. You never thought you’d be home late just because of your boyfriend.

“Did ya have fun, iinchou? Or…did I overdo it?” Tsumu asked.

“It was great, but yes. You overdid it.” You blushed. “All of that…in the classroom for my first time.” You wanted to hide your face in embarrassment. You never thought you’d be that lewd.

“It’s yer fault.” He pulled you in an embrace. “Yer very sexy back there.”

“Goddammit, Atsumu!”

He chuckled. “How ‘bout we…”

“After your practice match.” You firmly said, knowing what he’s about to suggest.

“What? But Y/N…that’s next week.” Tsumu whined.

You shot him a look. “Got any complaints?”

He sighed and pouted. “Nope, none.”

“Your magazine…where is it?” You asked, remembering where it all began.

Tsumu carefreely shrugged his shoulders. “Nah, I ended up usin’ it to wipe the floor. I ain’t gonna be needin’ that anyways.” You tilted your head in puzzlement. He whispered closely to your ear. “I already got ‘ya.”

You blushed further and he grinned. Oh, you could only imagine what your last year of high school with Atsumu got in store for you.

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[petrichorium]

sun glinting off the water’s surface, broken by a too-large tail. the roar of pouring rain upon the roiling sea. a haunting song that drifts in on the tide. the sun’s light blotted out by the churning clouds of a sudden storm. glowing eyes peering out through inky depths

this is the start of mermay.

hello all, you've stumbled across the teahouse server's mermay collab!!! the teahouse is a multifandom discord server run by myself and @sipsteainanxiety for authors, artists, and readers alike, and everything here was created in collaboration between the members ♥️ we're so excited to share our writing with you! under the cut is a collection of fics that'll come out over the course of may. many smaller unplanned works will be posted as well and added to the miscellaneous category below! happy mermay to everyone!!! hope you enjoy ♥️

𝚖 𝚒 𝚜 𝚌 𝚎 𝚕 𝚕 𝚊 𝚗 𝚎 𝚘 𝚞 𝚜 . . .

My Home Is The Sea (But You Are The Sun That Guides Me) mermaid!thoma x reader by @auraxins

Harbor Rose cove holden x mermaid!reader by @shibaraki

Warm, Soft mermaid!bakugou katsuki x reader by @petrichorium

A Fish Out Of Water mermaid!miya atsumu x reader by @shibaraki

Amphitrite mermaid!uraraka ochako x reader by @shibaraki

Apotheosis scaramouche x mermaid!reader by @auraxins

𝚙 𝚛 𝚘 𝚖 𝚙 𝚝 𝚌 𝚑 𝚊 𝚕 𝚕 𝚎 𝚗 𝚐 𝚎 𝚜 . . .

sharp teeth grazing deftly against soft skin with millions knives by @namodawrites

this is… food? for me? i can’t eat this and a cloud of blood billowing from a thrashing creature with choso by @shibaraki

If Tides Could Speak (They'd Call You Home) by @shibaraki {mature} an unlikely hero comes in the form of a barbarian. your stolen pelt is returned by his hand—but for a selkie that is more than simple kindness. it is a proposal.

bakugou katsuki x reader

accidental marriage ✧ fantasy au ✧ falling in love

“here,” he thrusts the pelt into your arms. you scramble and clutch it to your front. something inside you shifts. “this is yours, right? we took it during the raid”.

you’re frozen to the spot, mouth gaping around words that won’t come. bakugo frowns, the party members behind him glancing at each other and shrugging when they find no answer to your silence.

“Well?” he demands, embarrassment staining his ears pink.

You wet your lips, breath shaken. “Bakugo. Do you understand the significance of what you just did?”

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Something in the Water by @andypantsx3 {mature} as a future marine biologist, you’ve scored big on your final internship: a summer in the tropics, researching the waters off the coast of a lush, sunny island. but what you thought would be all beach days and piña coladas turns out to be the revelation of a lifetime when you haul in a handsome merprince, and discover not everything in these waters is quite as it seems.

todoroki shouto x reader

interspecies relationship ✧ mating rituals ✧ case fic

the merman’s gaze slowly trailed down your body and you fought back a strange wave of embarrassment. his fingers flexed on your ankle, those claws rasping sweetly, dangerously over the thin skin there. he pulled your leg out a little bit like he was inspecting it.

“how strange,” he murmured, his tone going soft.

you didn’t know what to think, just stared at him as his gaze roved over the bare skin of your thigh in your sea-soaked shorts.

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Blood in the Water by @petrichorium {explicit} in which jade leech is hungry for something only you can give him and, because he's jade leech, has a roundabout way of asking for it.

jade leech x reader

period sex ✧ established relationship ✧ pwp

“i can smell it,” jade says hazily.

“wh—what?”

“it’s… maddening. all-consuming. it takes everything in me to remain civil when you’re dry but then you bathe and it becomes agony.” his eyes seem glazed over, a look that reminds you of his erratic other half and has you feeling a little like a butterfly pinned under glass—or maybe like you’ve been carefully placed in one of his beloved terrariums. his chest heaves with a long, slow inhale. clawed fingers grip harder at the flesh of your thighs and he moves closer, lifting your knee to rest atop his shoulder. when he speaks it’s a murmur, and you wonder if you’re meant to have heard at all. “blood in the water. all of my instincts searching for the prey, writhing and helpless, ripe for the taking.”

posting: to be determined

What the Water Gave Me by @shibaraki {mature} when your sailboat is caught in a vicious storm you are saved by a whale sized mer that cannot keep his curiosity—nor his affections—at bay.

midoriya izuku x reader

courting behaviors ✧ modern fantasy ✧ macro/micro

it's a mer. it must be. mer sightings are incredibly rare— rare enough that tourists in your port town still call them myths. you’re in the palm of a legend. a giant one at that. 

what you know to be the mer’s thumb passes over you cautiously. you flinch despite his obvious attempt at telegraphing the movement. to someone your size it still happens a little too fast. the sinew in your neck hurts, wrung with tension as the thumb stops an inch short of your crown. seconds elapse. there’s a light pressure, liquid streaming down your face, a back and forth motion, a low warbling. 

the mer is petting you.

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My Life, My Lover, My Lady (Is the Sea) by @odieoats {explicit} your underwater home becomes collateral damage in a war waged by the humans above you—and you aren’t going to let the loudmouthed pirate captain ever forget it.

bakugou katsuki x reader

enemies to lovers ✧ pirates ✧ language barriers

“you think i don’t like books?” bakugou leers, snatching the soggy tome from your hand. the pages stick to your fingertips for just a second as he pries the book away. “just ‘cause i ain’t a fuckin’ philosopher, doesn’t mean i’m a dumbass.”

posting: to be determined

Pharos by @auraxins {mature} a sailor by nature, you’re called to the seas. when you end up stranded on an island with an ancient lighthouse, you expect the act of fixing it to bring you help—not to leave you stuck with the human vessel of an equally ancient sea god who is just as clueless on how to escape.

chuuya nakahara x reader

oceanic eldritch deity au ✧ mutual pining ✧ strangers to lovers

upon the beach stands a man. 

unremarkable in stature, yet with an aura surrounding him that fills you with a strange sort of dread deep in the pit of your stomach. 

“who are you?” you call. “what business have you here?”

“you don't know?” barks the man, incredulousness in his tone. “you summoned me here.”“i fixed the lighthouse,” you correct. “i did not summon anything.”

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Don't Touch the Glass by @shibaraki {mature} merfolk are otherworldly creatures that fall victim to human greed all too often. your team happens upon an abandoned aquatic theatre housing a single converted shipping container full of water — inside it is an adult siren, left behind to die.

shinsou hitoshi x reader

recovery ✧ interspecies relationship ✧ strangers to lovers

you creep onto the platform and lean carefully against the railing, scanning the area. the surface is covered in dense scum. you barely make out a silhouette in the tank, suspended lifelessly. their body twitches as the metal creaks. 

instinct puppets your limbs as you stumble back. a shout comes from the doorway. your eyes squeeze shut to the sudden splash of water, narrowly missing the clawed hand hooked in the treads. attached is a thin arm, gauzy fins protruding from the wrist upheld by chitinous spines. 

a siren.

posting: to be determined

An Itch to Scratch by @coopigeoncoo {explicit} kirishima eijiro is everything you never thought you’d find when you packed up and moved to a dilapidated fishing town.  he was handsome, funny, and kind; the sort of man who took your breath away. 

and that might actually be a bit of a problem.

kirishima eijirou x reader

medical issues ✧ interspecies relationship ✧ practical jokes

"good girl," eijiro praised, his hands like a vice on your hips as he pulled away from your mouth with a satisfied grin.  you returned his smile with one of your own; the vibrant joy that had churned in your belly unfurled throughout your body, leaving you feeling breathless and lightheaded.

"eiji," you gasped, eyes widening in panic as your lungs seemed to seize in your chest.  "i- can't breathe!"

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Hidden in the Sand by @smashboxgirl26 {mature} seeing your face again wasn’t something he’d ever expected: though you don’t normally think about seeing your dead childhood friend as a mermaid.

bakugou katsuki x reader

pro hero au ✧ childhood friends ✧ angst

the face it bore was familiar: with rosy cheeks from the cold, the same eyes he’d known ever since he was a child, hair curled around her face as if it were the frame of a painting.

the resemblance was uncanny. he knew her.

it all hit him so suddenly: the late nights spent under the stars, running around the forest barefoot, sneaking in through the window at night, getting drenched from the hose; secrets, stories, lies — they all came back as easily as he’d repressed them all those years ago.

when she’d lost herself to the sea and left him forever.

posting: to be determined

Rises The Moon by @petrichorium {mature} in which you find yourself torn between your dear friend, the village's strongest protector... and the very creature he's sworn to hunt, who is determined to take you as his mate.

kokushibo x reader (ft. gyoumei)

interspecies relationship ✧ courting rituals ✧ love triangle

The boat sways.

At first it doesn't faze you—like a large wave, nothing more. But then you’re rising up and the wood is dipping beneath your feet and your head snaps down to find a very large, very tripled set of bright orange eyes right in front of your face, and you’re falling.

The boat tilts entirely; you scramble for the edge of it, mindless, stupid panic gripping you with nothing in your brain except how utterly foolish it was to come out into the middle of the bay to search for an apex predator in a boat barely half its size. The water is so icy that you gasp and inhale on contact, as it surges over your head and you’re plunged into cold, endless black. Those claws find your waist and you know two things with grave certainty: it’s only been playing with its food, and you’re going to be dragged under and torn apart.

posting: to be determined

In the Eyes of the Tide by @namodawrites {teen} hoping for a quieter life, you uproot your life in the city in favor of a quaint, coastal town. but as the seasons flip, you discover there's more to it—and your new friend, oogami banri—than meets the eye.

oogami banri x reader

secret identity ✧ au ✧ friends to lovers

“oogami-san?” you resist the urge to press your ear against the door. “are you alright in there?”

his tone comes back, muffled but cheery. “no problem! don’t worry about me—those shrimp are probably ready to take out of the water by now. would you mind putting them in the ice bath for me?”

there’s a feeling in the back of your mind, coaxing you, tempting your hand to reach for the door. but you’d rather jump into the ocean on a stormy day than barge in banri in his own bathroom, and you take a deliberate step back, staring at the blank canvas of the door.

“yeah,” you say, sounding unsure even to your own ears, “yeah, i can do that.”

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High Tide (Came and Brought You In) by @pikatsum {teen} you’d originally rescued the injured merman out of kindness, and perhaps a healthy undercurrent of fear of what others in your town might do to the creature. 

the last thing you ever expected after returning him to the sea, was for him to want to stay.

todoroki shouto x reader

courting ✧ slight angst ✧ strangers to lovers

you‘d heard of hysterical strength before, but you’d never truly acknowledged the sensation until the soaked, dripping netting was held high above your head. but very quickly, you couldn’t process anything outside of the form that waited underneath. 

a pair of bright dichromatic eyes blinked at you through the gloom. it would be almost ethereal, if their owner wasn’t literally heaving for breath, both arms stuck akimbo in the holes of the netting. evidently, he and you had had the same idea. you gave voice to the only thought that actually did make sense in this situation.

“…what the hell…?”

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Melancholic by @stellamancer {mature} you were excited to return home for the summer, but all that excitement is quickly thrown out the window and you nearly resign yourself to a quiet and lonely summer.

the insufferable merman you rescued, however, has other plans.

gojo satoru x reader

roommates ✧ belligerent sexual tension ✧ interspecies friendship

he tilts his head, attempting to look innocent. and maybe his big eyes and wet, barely puckered lips would have convinced you a few hours ago, but now that you’re older and wiser you know that it’s all just an act. "oh, but—"

"unfortunately," you interject, raising your voice slightly in an attempt to establish dominance over the conversation at hand, "i'm rather uneducated when it comes to merfolk food culture."

the merman smiles at you with flirtatious ease, “i’m happy to teach you. i’m quite the teacher, you know.”

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⦿ GOOD ENOUGH ➡ soulmate AU, angst, self-deprecation

MIYA ATSUMU:

⦿ PRAISE ➡ fluff, swearing, suggestive content

⦿ ONE DAY ➡ post-break up, nsfw, slight angst

⦿ WRONG TWIN? ➡ fluff, friends to lovers, slight angst

⦿ NECK KISSES ➡ short drabble, smut

MIYA OSAMU:

⦿ WAS I MEANT TO LOVE YOU? ➡ soulmate au, angst, multipart series

SUNA RINTAROU:

⦿ KEPT ME WAITING ➡ a/b/o dynamics, smut, slight angst

KUROO TETSUROU:

⦿ PROOF ➡ chubby!reader, smut, office sex

SAKUSA KIYOOMI:

⦿ HIS FORM OF LOVE ➡ smut, established relationship, pwp

⦿ COMPRESSION ➡ fluff, humor, manager!reader

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI:

⦿ CRUSH ➡ fluff, set in high school

⦿ APEX ➡ a/b/o dynamics, sfw, fluff

SUGAWARA KOUSHI:

⦿ JEALOUS ➡ fluff, possessive!suga

IWAIZUMI HAJIME:

⦿ WORSHIP ➡ smut, iwaizumi loves reader’s ass

AONE TAKANOBU:

⦿ GENTLE ➡ fluff, high school setting

MULTIPLE X READER:

⦿ ALL EYES ON YOU ➡ (seijoh 4 x reader) smut, voyeurism

HEADCANONS:

⦿ TYPES OF BOYFRIENDS ➡ fluff, smut, nsfw, swearing

⦿ DRUNKEN KISSES ➡ fluff, mentions of alcohol

⦿ WHAT THEY ARE LIKE ON FLIGHTS ➡ fluff

EVENT MASTERLISTS:

⦿ KINKTOBER 2023 ➡ complete masterlist

⦿ VALENTINE’S DAY EVENT ➡ complete masterlist

all my work is entirely original and my own. please do not repost on any other platform

#masterlist #haikyuu fanfiction #miya atsumu x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #kozume kenma x reader #suna rintaro x reader #sawamura daichi x reader #sugawara koushi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader

[dexlexia]

highs and lows - atsumu x reader

pairing: atsumu miya x reader rating: 18+ summary: Atsumu was a freak. He was a small town, backwoods, cocky, sometimes annoying freak. He was also jealous as all hell. And he knew you were aroused by it. tags: jealous!atsumu, pwp, smut, power dynamic, spanking, obsessive!atsmu, pain kink, maybe not the most sane and consensual, protected sex

Atsumu was a freak. He was a small town, backwoods, cocky, sometimes annoying freak. He was also jealous as all hell. And he knew you were aroused by it. 

Atsumu Miya had a hard time sharing, despite having a sibling his entire life he hated sharing what was his. The idea of someone putting their hands all over you that wasn't him made him want to rip out his hair. Any time you were talking to someone that wasn't him, he was stewing in his own jealousy. 

Tonight was no different, he knew you were wet the moment you undressed in the middle of your large, lavish bedroom. Atsumu licked his lips as he watched you slowly make your way to him. 

  “C'mon, babe. Get across my lap.” He smirked as he relaxed his posture slightly while sitting on the bed. His cock was already straining in his slacks. When you got close enough, he pulled you close to him with his large hand and kissed the middle of your abdomen, “I need to remind you who you belong to. Never forget, you're mine.” 

  “Yes, Tsumu.” You responded softly before you easily got over his lap, your perky ass was on display across his lap. You hoped that he'd take off those silver rings before he laid down smacks across your ass. 

He didn't. 

He palmed your sweet ass, he got a good feel of the flesh across his palm. He warmed the skin with his touch and smiled down at the back of your head. He loved when you were like this, so submissive for him. You were PERFECT. And it made him so painfully hard. 

  “Are you going to be good from now on?” He asked quietly before he landed the first strike on your ass. He watched the flesh jiggle. You tensed up and he landed another slap across your ass. 

  “Yes, Tsumu!” You gasp as you gripped the covers under both of you. You felt a burn on your ass as he landed slap after slap. Each strike made you jump but he kept you down on his lap like the good kitten you were.

 “That's good. Because I hate when people talk to ya like that. Get their hands all over you like you belong to them. But I know that you're mine and only mine. You don't want anyone else, right?”

 “No, Tsumu. I don't want anyone else, just you.” You whimpered as he slapped your ass a few more times in quick succession. The skin felt warm from the smacks and you knew you were getting wet from the pain. 

Atsumu licked his lip once more and pushed his erection up against you, the hard-on dug into your skin, “You know what you do to me, baby.” He said softly, “And yet you still wear those damn outfits and talk to those fucking men." He grabbed your bruising cheek and clutched onto it tightly.

  ”I'm sorry, Tsumu.“ You whined as you arch your back from the sharp pain. A stray moan left your lips as he gripped so tightly. He had quite the grip on you, after years of working out he could leave bruises on your sensitive skin this way. 

What you had done to rile up Atsumu? It was wearing a somewhat revealing dress, the straps were thin, the material wasn't thick enough for his liking, but what did he expect? It was summer in Osaka. Jealousy however, did look good on him. The gleam in his eye when he saw you in that dress, when he saw the attention you got from other men at the event. But Atsumu didn't want you to forget that you were HIS. 

He pinned you down to his lap via his warm hands and laid more smacks across your already sore ass. You whined and moaned, there were even a few yelps and whimpers as he bruised your skin. He loved the heat that radiated from your cheeks once he was satisfied with his work on you.

He grabbed you by the chin and made you look up at him. There was a wild look in his eye, that very much enjoyed spanking you. He rubbed his clothed erection up against your bare body. He ran his thumb across your glossed bottom lip, ”Are ya sorry, babe?“ 

You nodded, ”I'm sorry, Tsumu. I should've thought of how you'd feel about what I wore. I wasn't thinking.“ You rubbed your thighs together, your cunt was soaked. You tried to get up from his lap, but he held you down. 

  ”Alright, one more.“ He wound up his arm and slammed his open palm onto your ass, the sound rang in the room followed by your sweet sounds. The sounds made his cock twitch in excitement. He was obsessed with every little noise you made. He knew how to milk them out of you, ”Say yer sorry, babe.“

  ”I'm sorry, Tsumu.“ You whimpered, there was even a small tear in the corner of your eye. 

  ”Aw, well I forgive ya, babe.“ He pulled you up to him, letting you rest your sore body against him as he pulled even further back so you both were resting on the plush bed, ”Ya know I can't stay at ya mad for long“ He kissed the corner of your were where the tear was, ”Now, let's fuck.“ He grinned wildly. He hastily took off his clothes and grinned at you. Once he was nude, he grabbed a condom from the nightstand and put it on, making sure it was on snug. 

You leaned in to kiss him and he dodged the kiss to shove his face in your breasts. Soon he was deeply massaging them while his face was buried. He groaned into them as his cock twitched while fully erect. 

Atsumu was a freak, he loved when you got riled up and had tears in your eyes. He loved when you were aroused beyond words and could let him sink into his tight heat. He just got this look in his eye while he watched you climb back into his laps after he got undressed. 

He licked his lips once more before you straddled his waist once more. He placed those large hands on your waist and felt you sink down onto his cock. He groaned and kicked out his legs as he sat on the edge of the bed with you in his lap, “Oh, ya feel so good!”

  “Thank you, Tsumu.” You replied, wanting to be thankful for your jealous boyfriend. Give him what he wants as you become fully seated on him. He was the one in charge, the one who wanted you more than he wanted air. He'd give up everything if it meant you were his forever. 

Atsumu Miya was never letting you go.  

You started to roll your hips, you held onto his shoulders for support as you haphazardly kneeled very close to the edge of the bed. You tried to keep yourself upright as the corner dug into your knees. You gripped onto him tightly, not as hard as he gripped onto you. 

You moaned and rocked back and forth, letting him get accustomed to your sweet cunt. The feeling was euphoric as he started to pick up the pack. Soon his hands traveled to your ass and gripped it as you rode him. He moaned loudly and leaned in to suck on your breasts as they moved up and down with each of your movements. 

He was like an animal with his pace, his cock throbbed inside of you as he railed you. You were over the moon at the feeling of his cock inside of you. This was how it always ended, he'd punish you, sometimes call names and then have rough sex with you until your head goes blank. The wet sounds of sex in your bedroom as you rode the volleyball player.

Atsumu was loud, he was cocky, he was so full of himself that the idea of his girlfriend being hit on triggered something in his mind. Something that made him want to remind you that you were HIS. No one else's and if you ever were, there would be a big, big problem. 

He tugged at your nipples between his teeth as he palmed your ass and pressed on the bruises. Your moans were euphoric, a mix of pain and pleasure. He licked across your nipple before he bit it again which was followed by a smack on your sore ass.

  “Mine.” He said and you were aroused. 

Atsumu picked up the pace, bouncing you on his cock as he moved up into you. You tried to keep up with the erratic pace that Atsumu had. His mouth hung open like a mutt as he stared up at you. He soon grinned and kissed you on the rib, “No one's ever taking you away from me.”

He was devoted, and you in turn replied, “Of course, Tsumu. I would never want anyone else. You're only mine, my loving boyfriend.” Even if he was an overly possessive freak, you never saw yourself with anyone else. You were too devoted to him as well, you wanted to feel possessed. You wanted Atsumu's love.

Two love sick freaks fucking on their lavish bed all because one got jealous. He groaned through grit teeth before he pressed his lips up against yours. He felt a sense of heightened euphoria as he drilled his cock into you. 

  “I fuckin' love ya.” He declared.

  ”I love you too, Atsumu.“ You replied softly before you kissed him once more. You soon held onto his face for support as he raised and dropped your hips onto his cock at a pace that made your head swirl.

  ”You're so good, so perfect for me. Oh fuck honey, you feel so fuckin' good!“ He groaned as he tilted his head back and moaned. The feeling was euphoric beyond measure. He felt a tenseness in his gut as he approached orgasm, it was an amazing feeling that he could describe, he loved the feeling of fucking our achy cunt. He liked knowing it was all for him, His cock throbbed in you as his pace became more erratic. 

You were on the receiving end of pleasure as he fucked you.Your eyes rolled back at the feeling of his cock buried inside of you, as it pushed up against your most sensitive spots as you tried to keep up.You were clawing down his back as you moved your hips against him.

The sound of sex filled the air as you and you possessive boyfriend fucked on the bed. You could hear Atumu's heavy breathing in your ear as you moved. He gripped even tighter on your ass which made you hiss through your teeth. You moaned wildly as the two of you fucked. 

You moaned loudly as he slapped your ass once more, ”Please, Tsumu. Ah!” You leaned down and kissed him on the lips once more the kiss was sloppy. It was hot and wet as you two made out. His cock still pushed and pulled out of you with every hard thrust. 

  “That's it, that's what I wanna hear. I wanna hear you all loud and needy for me.” He groaned as he gripped even tighter on you and pushed you up and down on him. The pace was the fastest you've ever gone with another person. 

  “Please, Tsumu!” You moaned, your mouth hung open slightly as he fucked up into you at a rapid pace. 

Atsumu kept with a relentless pace that made your toes curl as he pounded into you. You held on tightly as he rammed into you at such a pace that you were left a shaking mess. In all honesty you had even forgotten what you had don to earn such a punishment but you couldn't care less. 

With another hard thrust, you both came at the same time. You dropped fully into Atsumu's arms and he pulled you both into bed, still continuing to rub his soft cock inside of your wet heat until he eventually pulled out. 

He kissed you on the lips gently as he observed your limp state. He carefully rubbed your ass and said, “No one else could ever make you feel this good. You're mine forever.”

He said it as a matter of fact, nothing could ever separate you two. 

#dexlexia writes #miya atsumu #atsumu x reader #msby atsumu #atsumu smut #neko atsume #hq atsumu #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu miya smut #atsumu miya #hq!! smut #hq!!edit #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x you

[tarousbaby]

KINKTOBER W/ TAROUSBABY

my very first kinktober!! or well, my warped version of it. i've always wanted to participate in one of these but i knew damn well i wouldn't be writing decent enough masterpieces every day, so i have them every few days! i hope you all enjoy too! it isn't really a kinktober, more like a tropetober but there's smut in everything but...i tried so lol

ONE FOR ME ! - OCTOBER FIFTH

kageyama tobio

when you're spending your weekend at your best friend miwa's house, you weren't expecting your house party to be crashed by none other than her little brother. either way, you aren't complaining

tags: best friends brother trope, pwp, one-night stand

SPEND THE NIGHT ! - OCTOBER NINTH

gojo satoru

years after a huge blowout between you and your high school boyfriend, you run into him again on a blind date, and decide to take that second chance.

tags: second chance trope, pwp, blind dates, lovers to enemies to lovers

I CAN HEAR THE BELLS ! - OCTOBER TWELFTH

getou suguru

on your big day, your best friend suguru tells you three different reasons why he should be your husband instead and why the runaway bride scenario is just so appealing.

tags: wedding fever trope, pwp, friends to lovers, arranged marriage

LOVING YOU IN SECRECY ! - OCTOBER SIXTEENTH

takami keigo

due to his popularity, dating was a big thing pushed on keigo by the commission. they found him the perfect trophy wife, the problem? the two of you knew nothing about each other. what happens when you're forced to though?

tags: fake relationship, pwp, forced proximity

NINE TO FIVE ! - OCTOBER TWENTIETH

toji fushiguro

in your line of work, you'd only heard bad things about the sorcerer killer but after a particular boss had hired you both, you quickly found out all the secret pleasures he kept hidden.

tags: work colleagues, pwp, rumors, public

I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU ! - OCTOBER TWENTY-FOURTH

miya atsumu

you never liked atsumu, he was always the most obnoxious out of your old volleyball friends but after a get together, you soon find that your hate was misplaced.

tags: enemies to lovers, pwp, hate fuck

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #rintarousgirl #tarousbaby #bnha #bnha x reader #mha #mha x reader #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #jjk x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #smut #fluff

[capricornlevi]

may's masterlist

Attack on Titan

Levi Ackerman

lessons in patience (135k - completed)

slowburn fake dating college au, levi x f!reader NSFW, MDNI, AO3 only, multichap)

Jean Kirstein

in close proximity (part 1) (wc 7.5k)

in close proximity (part 2) (wc 11.2k)

jean x f! reader, college AU, hookup, miscommunication, hurt feelings, eventual happy ending NSFW, MDNI, crossposted to AO3

hair pulling (wc 1.4k)

jean x f! reader, explicit sexual content, oral sex (f! receiving), mild f!dom NSFW, MDNI, crossposted to ao3

jean picks the movie (wc 800)

jean x gn!reader, fluff, established relationship, mild nsfw

'i'm not jealous' (wc 5.5k)

jean x f! reader, college AU, spin-the-bottle, jealousy explicit sexual content, NSFW, MDNI, crossposted to AO3

Jujutsu Kaisen

Nanami Kento

guarded (wc 5.8k)

bodyguard!nanami x f!reader, enemies to lovers NSFW, MDNI, crossposted to ao3

love language (series) (wc 3.4k)

physical touch, quality time, acts of service, gift-giving, words of affirmation nanami x gender neutral reader, sfw, fluff cross-posted to ao3

a weight off your shoulders

request: nanami giving scalp massage after stressful day nanami x gender neutral reader, fluff, sfw

morning commute (wc 3k)

salaryman!nanami x f!reader, strangers to lovers, explicit sexual content NSFW, MDNI, crossposted to ao3

warm, cool, sweet and bitter (wc 1.6k)

cafe!owner nanami x reader - gn!reader - sfw

on the edge of a blunt knife (wc 2.9k)

established relationship, rough (but v consensual) sex, semi public sex, cursed energy as sexual tension lol, no gendered pronouns but reader has a vagina v nsfw, mdni

Choso

poor choso (wc 600)

college au!choso, loss of viriginity, mild corruption kink nsfw mdni

Toji Fushiguro

toji's favourite (wc 900)

nightclub bouncer!toji x f!reader, coworkers to lovers nsfw mdni

no surprises (wc 1.4k)

hitman!toji x mobwife!reader, fem!reader, strangers to lovers, dark elements (but not really related to sex – toji breaks into reader’s house to assassinate mob husband), cheating (technically – reader’s husband is a piece of shit lol) nsfw mdni

Haikyuu

Miya Osamu

professional obligations (wc 5.9k)

timeskip osamu x f!reader, acquaintances to lovers, hooking up at a work event nsfw mdni

osamu's proposal (wc 1.1k)

timeskip osamu x gn!reader, established relationship, tooth-rotting fluff, marriage proposal, valentines fic sfw

Miya Atsumu

blowin' off steam (wc 3.4k)

timeskip!atsumu miya x f!reader - college au - strangers to roommates to lovers - friends with benefits - possessive!atsumu nsfw, mdni

Bokuto Kotaro

fine lines & sunflowers (wc 8.2k)

timeskip bokuto x f! reader, tattoo artist AU, strangers to lovers, fluff and smut nsfw mdni

Chainsaw Man

Kishibe

i have a memory (wc 8.9k)

kishibe x f!reader, coworkers to lovers, 20s era kishibe, reader is devil hunter nsfw mdni, crossposted to ao3

a job well done (wc 1.2k)

kishibe x reader, PWP, femdom, dom!reader/sub!kishibe nsfw mdni

don't know what i wanted (wc 12.8k)

kishibe x reader, coworkers to lovers, 20s era kishibe, reader is devil hunter, established relationship, hurt/comfort, helping kishibe recover through an injury nsfw mdni

Aki Hayakawa

aki as a dad (wc 1.5k)

domestic aki, parenthood, domestic fluff sfw

#may tries to write #baby's first masterlist

[cham0mil3-and-h0n3y]

|| !!!UNDER CONSTRUCTION LINKS NOT YET INSERTED!!! ||

Started: 4/9/2024

Last Updated: 4/9/24

Haikyuu!!

Kenma Kozume:

Mind Over Matter (Long Fic, Slow Burn, Strangers to Lovers, Eventual Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Angst)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

Nightfall (Smut, Minimal Plot, Wet Dream, Additional Tags)

Tooru Oikawa:

Suna Rintaro:

Kuroo Tetsuro:

Atsumu Miya:

Jujutsu Kaisen

Satoru Gojo:

Suguru Geto:

An Attractive God (Smut, PWP, HEAVY Religious Connotations)

Toji Fushiguro:

Alice in Borderland

Chishiya Shuntaro:

Danganronpa (V2, UDG)

Nagito Komaeda:

Sleepless

Dont Get Caught

Thigh High

Only Seven?

Death Note

L. Lawliet:

Across the Line (Long Fic, Angst, Slow Burn, Additional Tags)

[shaisuki]

— NO SUNLIGHT FOR THE CAGED

ENTRY #002 OF SHAISUKI'S KINKTOBER 2023

FT. YAKUZA! OSAMU MIYA + SHIBARI

— shibari is a japanese style of bondage, it's known as a kink but it's more than that. It's a kind of art, while tying the rope around someone's body you're making different patterns and connecting with that person.

• pairing: osamu miya x chubby reader

• content warnings: yakuza au, yandere themes, pwp, shibari (bondage), dark themes, reader is a bastard, power imbalances, noncon, dubcon.

freedom is what you yearned for a long time but osamu miya won't let you get the freedom you deserved, now you belong to him.

days are gone in the blink of an eye while you stare at the spacious garden. walking in the same hallways was different.

it seems like yesterday with you and the the twins were frolicking there. spent playing the game of tag and gawking at the koi fishes swimming — tails swishing, creating ripples in the pond.

now there's no love nor fondness thinking about it. memories about being a child gives the illusion of being happy without a care in the world. temporarily.

as a child you thought nothing would change. that atsumu and osamu would be still your dear friends. that they will be the the same people you'll grow up with. you love them wholeheartedly. never did it crossed your mind one day, your dear tsumu and samu would change. you came to terms of it. they were meant to be that day as the next head of the miya clan and you — a bastard have no place for it.

and who are you to complain, you were born a bastard after all. in the world where family matters the most and influenced a organization, bastards like you have no place for it. maybe if you were born male, your father would maybe favor you a bit and that would been fine — you would have a purpose.

instead you were born a woman. engraved with the roles that you are nothing without men. that you will have value of being a wife, a mother and you don't want that. clinging to a hope that someday you will live a long, fulfilling life and escaping this place would be the first step on making that true, achieving the life you wanted. counting the days until you'll know what freedom is.

the halls were empty. where only shadows of a gleeful childhood witnessed the laughter and squeals of once lively halls. a remnant of the past that you will never see again.

“there's nothing for me here.” you would whisper where only the walls could hear you.

it all began when the twins grew distant of you. as heirs they are being prepared of the duties and responsibilities they would take once their father would step down as being the head of the miya clan.

atsumu was the first then osamu. you didn't knew atsumu for the first time he mocked you and reminded of your place. his voice tearing your heart apart. his disdain and disappointment were made for you and osamu, although he didn't say a word. his gaze tells otherwise. atsumu would snarl at you but osamu would look at you once, twice and a shrug is enough to tear your heart in shreds. the regret and disgust for meeting you, for simply existing. a nobody in his life.

what affection and sincere smile were long gone, replaced with the nasty remarks and the jeers. passing in the hallways only to get shoved or not ignored, not even once needed the memories of the bond shared.

it won't be long. you say to yourself. you needed a plan to escape this place. without looking back. a new life for yourself. free from the duties that is forced to you. a freedom for yourself.

watching the hands of the clock ticks by left you restless. a few belongings packed safely in your bag. you didn't have much, a few trinkets and such. tucked away in the corner of your room. a few more hours and freedom. you needed to tend things with the gathering of the constituents and allies of the miya clan tonight and after that, you are free. they wouldn't notice you. a nobody.

their noisy cheers and not so discreet of plans echoed in the common room along in the hallways. your father was also there. who had no interest to his bastard of a daughter.not even batting an eyelash as his daughter poured warm sake in his cup. downing it with eagerness and going back to their conversation. you continued to serve them along with the hope that you will be free tonight.

your heart pounds along with your sharp intakes of breath. come on now. it's now or never. you don't need to dwell yourself in trivial things. they were going to be too drunk or wouldn't give a care to you leaving. they could easily replace you.

this is the time while you leave in the back, you can see the tori as you approach getting bigger. this is it. when you walked past in that tori you will be free.

“where do you think yer going?”

don't look back.don't look back.don't look back.don't look back.don't look back.

you don't want to look and only to find samu's gaze staring at you. maybe, you could look at those eyes of his. it's been years since you've look at them and seeing it would be goodbye. a farewell.

turning around, clutching your bag in your hands. you face him, looking straight in his eyes. not even acknowledging how handsome he is in his black montsuki.

“away from here.”

“i didn't take you for being stupid. what made you think that yer leaving this place? how stupid.”

grey eyes twinkles in amusement. watching as your body squirm while the ropes tightens in your limbs. finally, he can use this skills he acquired from a long time ago. giving purpose to his fondness of ropes and to you.

he would be much gentler to you. if it weren't the act of you leaving him. how stupid for you to leave him. to think you have the will to leave him and the snap of ropes hitting your skin is the kind of mark that breaks your skin. let the punishment fit the crime of trying to escape from his grasps.

“samu, please. i don't want any of this.” you pleaded.

he remained silent. his fingers weaving the rope like a spider to it's web. gliding the rope in your skin while you're sprawled in the floor. his hakama pooling in his waist. showing the dragon tattoos etched in his left arm and to his abdomen and chest. toned and leaned his body is. proudly showing you what he's made of as he manipulates the rope in his own will.

the younger miya keeps his eyes glazed to your supple body. the rope digging in your soft skin. tugging the ropes to create tension to your flesh. feel it. embrace it. there's no use how you wiggled your wrists. the more you try. the tighter the rope clings to your skin.

a work of art, he would say. your body tangled in the red ropes minus the squirming. satisfied with his handiwork. samu pulls the rig above you. your body rising above and he can see the panic in your eyes. it wouldn't let you down if that's what you think. stupid for you to think that it'll fall when this is all made for you to think that you knew all of him. it's a dumb claim for you that you will own him. that you will be able to manipulate him with a simple pout of your plump lips. long gone with all the games and he got you wrapped around his fingers.

you were suspended in the air. limbs aching and burning that you can't almost feel it. osamu walks around you. admiring his work, his gaze fell to your body bound by the bright, red ropes and he can finally take all the frustrations he felt for years. face devoid of any emotions and you're afraid when osamu's like this. far much worse than his older twin.

lips pursed into a thin line while his knuckles grazed the skin in your cheek. you didn't meet his gaze. recoiling upon the contact of his skin to your and that osamu didn't like it one bit.

patience thinning out at your stubbornness. osamu grasped your jaw before pulling it close to him. meeting his piercing gaze that leaves your soul trembling. it's all pure territorial with death awaiting to those who dares to enter. his breath tickling in your face.

“and where would you go?” he began to inquire you. “you hold no position. no name for yourself. no property for you to own. you are nothing. you—”

“i know!” you interrupt him and osamu didn't like being interrupted but he lets you. “i'm aware all of that. you don't need to remind and you should have let me —”

“go? I won't allow it. you belong here and no place on earth would replace that. even you're gone, i'll find you. you forgot how powerful i am — princess.” the nickname leaves you breathless. you forgot he calls you that besides your name and it made you smile a little, bitterly. your samu was still here.

“i should tie you up more often.” he says, adoring the work while his hands runs to the expanse of your body. “i wonder what sound you'll make if i do this.” he teases, pinching the hardened bud, earning a delicious moan coming from you and that made him chuckle. “where else? i know you were always a slut, princess.” pulling the rope a little tighter and he can see the indents in your skin.

“dripping wet, are we?” he taunts. rubbing your puffy, soaked folds with his fingers covered with your slick. “please, samu” you whined. begging for more friction. begging for him to give your neglected pussy with attention.

your resolution of escaping dissipating like bubbles. you can never escape samu and you're dream of freedom was a mere child's dream. you're bound to him.

“bad girls don't get to cum, princess. if you only submitted to me earlier i might have.” plunging his finger to your hole and the tears begin to pour from your eyes. pumping his fingers in a lazy manner before pulling it out. admiring his slick-covered fingers.

catching you in his arms before whispering. “don't ever think of leaving me again.” and you nod immediately.

you won't be seeing the sunlight again along with the freedom you desperately yearned for.

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Title: The Masquerade

Words: 6k

Tags: assassins, enemies to lovers, pwp

Summary:

Atsumu and Kiyoomi are two assassins who find themselves at a masquerade ball. Their targets? Each other.

Thoughts: super short read but I love this concept so much I had to include it.

Link:

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[the-letter-horror-lover]

the feminization of miya atsumu; an essay

goshkiki

Summary:

"Why are ya talkin' my ear off while I'm lyin' here in panties and stockings and a skirt like the absolute snack I am?"

"I've just been incredibly interested in the philosophy of gender and sexuality lately," Kiyoomi calmly responds as he's palming his dick.

"Alright," Atsumu says, "what's the philosophy of fucking me in the ass until I can't walk?"

Notes:

this is very h word, i am sorry. i just think atsumu deserves to look pretty in a skirt uwu

this is a continuation of another fic, but it's pwp, so it can absolutely be read as a stand-alone. all you need to know is that kiyoomi has some pent-up frustrations about atsumu in women's clothing that he'd like to take out on him :) enjoy :) :) :)

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

By the time Kiyoomi comes home, Atsumu has been fingering himself for a good ten minutes.

He barely hears the front door over his own labored breathing, but the sound is there – a distant click that sends a jolt of excitement through his veins. While he continues to delicately rub against his inner walls, he hears the tap turn on, then off, and right as he brushes over that one spot that makes him rut against empty space, a door closes with a familiar creek.

Yet Atsumu is distracted. God, his fingers are stretching him so nicely, and they reach especially deep in this position – perched up on his knees with his ass high up in the air and his face buried in the pillows, legs spread as far apart as his tight skirt allows it.

It has ridden up, but the hem still digs into the muscle of his upper thighs. The cut of the satin is a tingling pinch that isn’t uncomfortable in the way it’s supposed to be, and when he opens wider to reach that wonderful, delicious sweet spot inside of him, he relishes in the quick snap of almost-pain.

He smothers something like a moan in his throat. It’s entirely too early and humiliating to start whining already.

But it isn’t his fault that he knows how to make proper use of his deft fingers, even if they’re awfully short in comparison to Kiyoomi’s co–

The door to the room opens.

The sheets crinkle when Atsumu raises his head from the pillow and cranes it back over his shoulder. He doesn’t stop pumping his thick fingers in and out of himself as he rests his cheek on the linen. He looks up to his boyfriend with a grin. “Hi baby,” he pants. “How was yer day?”

And he can’t help it – he chuckles at the sight of Kiyoomi. He’s halted in the doorframe, one hand frozen in the air where he wanted to pull off his tie, eyes wide open and a delicate flush spreading all over his face.

Atsumu scrunches up his eyebrows as he tries to reach further until he finds– ah, there it is. A satisfied noise rumbles at the back of his throat as his eyelids fall shut again and his fingers slip deeper. Kiyoomi still hasn’t moved from his spot. “Take all the time ya need,” Atsumu mumbles.

To be fair, if it was him coming home to his boyfriend’s spread asscheeks, he’d need a moment to collect himself too. Then, he’d tell him how great he looks all dolled up like that.

And then he’d ravish him.

Atsumu’s knees have started to hurt in this position, but he welcomes the strain. It grounds him, makes him remember the pleasure he’s about to give and take. He arches his back so his ass looks even rounder. “Ya haven’t fucked me yet while I was wearin’ women’s stuff, so I thought it’d be a nice surprise to come home to.”

“Atsumu,” Kiyoomi forces out. He looks like he’s experiencing intense grief. “You haven’t even taken your tights off. Or shoes.”

“Huh.” Atsumu supposes he hasn’t. He pulls his fingers out of himself with a small squelching sound and the thong slides back over his hole. He shivers when it rubs against puffy skin, and frowns at the sudden emptiness. He plops down on his side less elegant than he’d like to, throwing a leg out over the sheets so the curve of his butt is still accentuated.

The long blonde hair of his wig fans out over the pillow. The tip of a black heel cuts into the mattress. He bites his lip.

“I know you never get full in these fancy restaurants that yer parents drag ya to,” he drawls, “so I made a pot of curry like a good little housewife.” He twirls a blonde curl around his finger, can’t help but snort. He smacks his ass, and watches it jiggle. “Or do ya wanna eat somethin’ else?”

Very subtle, Atsumu. But effective.

Kiyoomi’s nostrils have flared.

He probably makes a pretty picture. The black pencil skirt stays ridden up over his hips and bunched up around them, it creases at the divot between thigh and stomach and reveals the triangle of pink lace that’s fighting against the growing bulge it’s supposed to contain. He knows the fishnet tights make his legs look tight and defined and incredibly alluring, they trace a pattern up his calves, his knees, his thighs, converge at the seam of his crotch where greedy, impatient fingers have ripped them to gain access.

Kiyoomi takes a stuttering breath.

Atsumu trails a slow hand down his chest, his fingers slipping under the thin material of the soft shirt that stretches across his shoulders and breast. It’s neatly tucked into the waistband of the skirt and glides cool across his skin when he pulls at it. His fingers easily pop open one button, two. With a flick of his hand, he bares his shoulder and drags slow fingertips across it. Waits. When another button falls to the side, the rest of the almost-transparent fabric does too. The abandoned shirt pools beneath him on the sheets, white blending into white.The glinting of his nipple piercings is reflected in Kiyoomi’s eyes.

He wets his lips. Grins. “Do ya like me like this?”

Kiyoomi is speechless. He can just nod.

“That’s what I thought.”

In one fluid motion, Atsumu throws the shirt off the bed, it lands somewhere behind it on the floor. The tips of his blonde hair flutter after it with the wind. Kiyoomi only has time for a tiny cut-off squawk before Atsumu cups the swell of his pecs with both hands, relinquishing any attempt at a thought from his boyfriend’s head. “I shoulda worn a bra, huh?” Atsumu drawls. His hair falls messily around his face, and he knows he looks hot. “One of those cute little things with lace. One that matches my panties.” His press-on nails dig ten perfect crescents of tension into his skin. “Ya would’ve loved to squeeze my little tits, huh?”

Kiyoomi gulps. “I would’ve.”

“What else? Would’ve sucked on them? Kissed my heels?” He hides a grin. “Called me mommy?”

Kiyoomi doesn’t have time for indignation; he’s too entranced by Atsumu’s hands that are trailing down his naked chest. Atsumu drags a heavy thumb over a nipple and lets it catch on a flash of silver. He hisses softly before continuing his path.

Atsumu’s fingers brush over his muscled waist for just a moment before wandering lower. They caress abandoned fabric again, then netting, then – skin.

“I know ya’ve had this brutish fantasy of ripping my tights and just … takin’ me like that. Do ya remember what you said? You would’ve squeezed my ass cheeks, felt over the material of my tights, and slipped your fingertips between the flimsy threads. Your nails would’ve caught on the little squares, you would’ve pulled – a tiny bit, just to see how much resistance there was. Ya would’ve found out that there wasn’t. And you would’ve torn with your big, strong man hands.”

He rolls onto his back in a flash. His legs fall apart.

“I’m sorry, babe.” His pout is entirely fake. “I beat ya to it.” He raises a hand from the sheets and lets his fingers flutter over the absence of a barrier – he pauses before he settles them hot and heavy on his crotch. His dick twitches against them.

Kiyoomi hides his face in his hands and muffles a scream.

Atsumu rolls his eyes and presses his thumb down on the delicate skin of his abdomen. His next breath comes out shaky. “I ain’t that bad ta look at, am I?”

“You know you aren’t.”

“What’s that, honey, I didn’t understand ya, take your hands off yer pretty face.”

When Kiyoomi does, the sudden fierce determination of charcoal eyes startles Atsumu. “You know you aren’t,” he repeats, voice quiet. His hands are balled into fists. “You fucking know you aren’t.”

Atsumu gulps. This is a bit scary, and very much exciting. He squirms on the sheets, and if he flexes his breast muscles a tiny bit, no one can fault him, really. Fuck, he really should’ve worn a bra. He feels weirdly exposed like this – for some reason even more than earlier when he’d presented his entire asshole to Kiyoomi.

It’s something about the way that the skirt is just a bit too tight and warm around his hips, the way the tights dig into the muscle of his legs, reassuringly constricting. The way that the air in the room is cool over his bare chest, makes his nipples harden and stand up. He shivers.

His hand tightens over his barely covered cock, and he resists the desperate need to buck up in search of hard, delicious friction.

God, Kiyoomi looks hot like this. The stark black-white contrast of his shirt and slacks brings out the sharp line of his jaw, the dark of his mop of curls and the two tiny moles that Atsumu has kissed so many times already. It makes him look crisp and clean. He looks stern, like his voice would be rougher than usual, like he’d grip Atsumu just a bit more tightly. Like he would be just a bit less careful.

Atsumu gulps. He starts to palm himself through thin lace that’s already damp with pre-cum.

Yeah, Kiyoomi looks hot, but he hates formal wear with a passion, and dinner with his parents too – which was actually the reason why Atsumu had decided to … distract him from his inevitably bad mood. Until the only thought in his head was to absolutely demolish Atsumu.

He pushes down harder against his bulge. And Kiyoomi is still just standing there and watching with his mouth dropped open like a stupid little goldfish. Atsumu lets out a groan, and he doesn’t know if it is in annoyance or pleasure. “Gonna hurry up? Gonna fuck me? Don’t I look pretty?” His other hand comes up and brushes against his chest, starts toying with a brown peak.

And that seems to shake Kiyoomi out of his frozen state. “Fuck, Atsumu. You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he grits out, eyes somehow wild as he pulls off his tie. “I’ve been thinking.” He takes a step forward, raking a hand back through his hair. His voice wavers. “I’ve been thinking ever since I first saw you flipping your long hair back, in those tight shorts and those indecent heels. I was desperate, and it’s not easy to admit that, but I was completely and utterly helpless to your power, it was so fucking frightening.”

“So what? Gonna punish me?” Atsumu bites his lip, squeezes the flesh of his pec with his one hand as he rubs slow circles over his cock with his other. “Are ya gonna spank me?” he breathlessly asks. His asshole clenches involuntarily. “Be mean to me while ya pull my hair?” He’s way too thrilled at the prospect.

Kiyoomi ignores him, he takes his suit jacket off and lays it over the back of the clothes chair. His gaze is dark when it meets Atsumu’s again. “Maybe I will. But I’d prefer to do something else with you.”

Atsumu smirks. “Do ya, now?”

The shirt stretches tightly across Kiyoomi’s back, becomes almost-transparent where it clings damply to his chest. Atsumu traces the play of muscle beneath the thin fabric as Kiyoomi moves and turns. A hint of chest hair peeks out where he’s undone two buttons.

He cracks his knuckles, rolls his shoulders. Atsumu wants to start drooling. “Can I tell you about something I read?”

Atsumu snaps out of his haze. Blinks. Frowns. Both his hands stop, and his body twinges in displeasure at the absence of friction. He cocks his head. “Sorry, repeat that? I thought you said you wanna tell me ‘bout something ya read.”

“I did, I want to discuss it with you.”

Atsumu furrows his brows and smooths down a crease in his skirt, hand leaving his dick for just a moment before he goes back to cupping it again. “The hottest bitch of Osaka is laid out right in front of ya, and you wanna do independent readin’ time?”

“Atsumu, I just told you that it won’t be independent, we’ll talk about it together.” Kiyoomi closes his eyes, slipping his hands into his hair to shake it out before thumbing at his collar.

“Now why would we do that?” Atsumu spreads his knees further and cranes his head so he can continue to observe him as Kiyoomi moves about the room slowly undressing.

His boyfriend starts undoing the buttons of his shirt, not bothering to look at him. “You see, Atsumu, I was losing my dumb little mind over my intense attraction to you in women’s clothing, and in order to regain an ounce of control over my life, I began reading academic papers.”

Atsumu stares up at him. “Huh?” He plucks at his stockings that are stretched thin across the thickest part of his tights, he gathers a bit of netting from his knees and tugs it into place. “Yeah, sounds like shit. Don’t ya wanna tie me up or something instead?”

Kiyoomi slips off his neatly ironed shirt, and Atsumu traces the play of his lean muscles as he does. “No. You’ll hear about feminist and queer theory, and you will critically examine the dynamics of gender with me while I fuck you.”

“That last part sounds good, but I don’t really care about what comes first.”

He’d much rather ogle Kiyoomi’s naked chest. Tiny moles adorn paleness, draw a broken pattern down defined skin. The coarse black hair that sprouts on his chest gives it even more definition, it presents it in all its pure, immaculate glory and marks a trail downwards to where … his pants are tented. Atsumu licks his lips. Now that’s more to his liki–

“You see, all of this is about me fucking you. By doing the reading, I was preparing myself for this.”

Atsumu rolls his eyes. He doesn’t know what Kiyoomi is going on about, but it has to end. He grabs his legs by the back of the knee and brings them up to his chest, taking a soft breath at the stretch. His other hand sneaks down between his thighs and smooths over taut muscle, slowly circling towards the most exposed part of him. Kiyoomi’s eyes sit heavy on him.

Atsumu smiles. He presses a finger to the thin piece of cloth covering his pulsing entrance. His voice is nothing more than a seductive murmur. “I’m guessing ye’re seeing how I’ve been preparin’ myself for ya.”

Atsumu got himself nails for tonight, long baby blue ones with sparkles. His pinky twitches. It easily slips under the thin covering of fabric and catches the flimsy strip of lace – drags it aside.

Atsumu shivers at a gust of cool air. His stretched hole is glistening with lube. The rosy pucker flutters in anticipation when Kiyoomi takes another step forward.

The man shakes his head, dark curls flopping into his eyes. He toes off his shoes, hands . “See, that’s what I mean. You look like an eager little whore of a secretary, and I’ve never been more aroused in my life. It’s intriguing, and frankly? A bit confusing. So it was inevitable for me to do my research.”

“Actually, it wasn’t.” Atsumu sinks a finger in and gasps at the welcome intrusion. He arches his back as his eyes flutter shut. “Call me a whore again.”

“I’ve done my research,” Kiyoomi repeats as he undoes his belt and slings it to the side, “and my research has mainly shown that I wanna fuck you really badly.”

“I’m likin’ where this is goin’. Do feel free to tell me more.” Atsumu pops open an eye and grins, panting as he adds the second finger. He bites his lip at the slight stretch.

“I’m curious, though,” Kiyoomi says, and unzips his pants, “why I want to fuck you so badly.”

Atsumu’s face falls as his fingers slip back out knuckle by knuckle. He releases his legs, and they land on the mattress with a resounding thump. He pouts. “Cause I’m a snack?”

“It’s obviously some sort of underlying Freudian desire to want to fuck your mother.” Kiyoomi steps out of his pants and bends down to pick them up by a loop. “…is what a dumbass would say.” He carefully folds them at the seam and lays them over the chair as well. The mood lights throw shadows onto his profile, draw out the majestic cut of his nose and cheekbones. “Side note: Though influential, Freud was a bit of a misogynistic pseudoscientist, and a sloppy one at that.”

Atsumu slaps the front of his thighs. “C’mere and I’ll show ya sloppy,” he drawls. His legs fall open wider, and he follows Kiyoomi’s gaze to where his dick is pressing a familiar shape into the delicately tight fabric of his black panties.

Kiyoomi inhales sharply. His fingers work faster to wriggle off his underwear, his half-hard cock springing out of soft cotton. Atsumu licks his lips.

“Freud? No, that’s not it,” Kiyoomi says, his cheeks now furiously red as he snaps his eyes away from Atsumu’s spread out form, “I think my painful horniness has more to do with the fact that you’re so … delightfully lewd. It’s true, you’re a snack. A wrapped snack. You obviously feel like one, flaunting your … your muscles in your pretty clothes, seducing me and knowing it.” He huffs, standing at the bottom of the bed entirely naked. His dick curves up towards his stomach. “You’re showing off, and you’re right to do so.”

At the praise, warmth washes over Atsumu and he stretches his arms over his head, lolling his head against the sheets. “Oh yeah? Wanna tell me all about how good I look?”

“You are … plain beautiful.”

Atsumu watches from half-lidded eyes as Kiyoomi plops down on the mattress and starts crawling towards him. The impact of his movements jostles the heat in his gut.

Kiyoomi has the eyes of a predator, dark and dangerous in its sincerity. Want writhes in the depths of his gaze as a glimmer. He wets his lips and lets his eyes roam all over Atsumu’s body as he creeps closer. “A five-course-meal. Sinful, intoxicating, a goddess of love waiting to be whisked away into a land of pleasure.”

Atsumu snorts, desperate to breathe through the thick tension. His giggle is a bit too high. “God, fine, just tell me I look hot an’ stop.”

He gasps at the first touch of Kiyoomi’s fingers at his ankle. With one swift motion, Kiyoomi pulls – Atsumu lurches forward, and squeaks and scrambles to regain his hold on the sheets. He glowers at him and gets sparkling eyes in return.

“But I can’t stop, I can’t stop!” Kiyoomi mutters. He tilts the heel and slides a long, cool finger along the ridge of Atsumu’s foot, taking it in his hand entirely and carefully sliding the shoe off. It lands on the sheets without a sound. “You’re a siren and I’m the sailor.” He rubs with his thumb over the anklebone, curling his other fingers around the ball of his foot.

Atsumu squirms as tingles shoot up his leg and pool in his groin. “Stop,” he weakly whines.

“What is it?” Kiyoomi asks, puzzled, and grips his foot tighter. His eyebrows are drawn together, his lips a tight line. “What is it that makes me want to swallow you whole? You’re so goddamn pretty, it isn’t fair. I could’ve come in my pants just now only watching you greedily fuck yourself on your fingers.”

“Glad ya didn’t,” Atsumu chokes out. How is he so into this already? Kiyoomi has barely done anything. His fingers wander further now, they brush against his calves and press down on relaxed muscle.

“You don’t look like a woman, not really,” he mumbles. His thumb drags along the bend of his knee, digs into soft skin. Atsumu gasps gently. Kiyoomi’s other hand comes up to rub slow circles on his thigh. “It’s not the illusion that intrigues me. But your silky blonde hair is very pretty.” He hums. “So is all of you. So very pretty.”

Atsumu trembles in his unyielding hands. They’re grabbing onto the sides of his thighs now, squeezing hot muscle. Kiyoomi’s fingertips drag and pull at his fishnets.

“The feminine clothes, they rather underline your masculinity? Does that make sense?”

Kiyoomi’s fingers trail up, closer to where Atsumu wants them to stay. They reach the divot between thigh and hip – the feather-light touch of a rough thumb teases the curved plane that leads down to pumping blood.

“The panties, they’re tight and tiny, and so helpless against your thick cock, god,” he says, and grabs it.

Atsumu almost jumps with the force of his arousal, a moan making it past his lips as his hips twitch up out of their own volition.

Kiyoomi is cupping at him through lace, holding him tightly as his eyes trace lines over Atsumu’s trembling chest. His other hand toys with the zipper of the skirt, slides it down without much difficulty. He languidly squeezes at the flesh revealed by it, and how does Atsumu want to lean away and closer at the same time? He doesn’t know, so he decides to start shaking instead.

The drag of the skirt down his thighs is quick and tight, and then it’s off, and he’s left naked and open – in a pair of ripped fishnets and a pair of too tight panties. His dick peeks out of the side. He’s flushed pink all over, winded like he’d just run a mile, and not even embarrassed about it, not when Kiyoomi is looking at him like this – like Atsumu’s the best thing he’s ever seen, like he could lap him up like dessert. Atsumu probably flushes deeper. “You’re … you’re … obscene, and gorgeous, and I can’t take my eyes off you. You look so soft but so manly but so hot?”

Atsumu’s head falls back when Kiyoomi climbs over him, planting his knees next to his hips. “I don’t get it,” he whispers next to his ear, “I only know that I want to fuck you.”

Atsumu wraps a hand around Kiyoomi’s neck. Wiry black curls tickle his fingertips. Their stares collide. Atsumu devours black. He’s lucky to still find words, and they get out roughly. “Then get to it.”

Their mouths are already open when they meet hot and wet, their tongues immediately molding to each other. They share small whimpers, muffled pleas and whispered murmurs until they don’t belong to either of them anymore.

Atsumu could be consumed by this feeling forever, he could lick into Kiyoomi and pull at him and push at him and catch every one of those beautiful noises with his own – if it wasn’t for the fact that he’s almost painfully hard. He bucks his hips up, presses the hard line of his cock against Kiyoomi’s thigh who hums and grinds down against it.

Atsumu pulls away from his swollen lips heaving, fingers still curling around the nape of Kiyoomi’s neck. “If ye’re keepin’ this up, I’m gonna cream my little panties,” he warns. “That wouldn’t be very lady-like, would it?”

Kiyoomi grins breathlessly, peeking through his messy hair that’s fallen into his forehead. “You’re having so much fun with this.”

Atsumu furrows his brows. “What– Of course I’m havin’ fun with this, what do ya think!”

Kiyoomi hums and dives back in, but he misses his mouth by a fraction. A half-open mouth slides wetly down to Atsumu’s chin, his neck, it nibbles at his collarbones. Atsumu’s hands fall away helplessly as he relishes in the line of touch.

“I suppose that part of it comes from the fact that society puts an impossible burden on men to be traditionally masculine, so embracing femininity becomes indulgence,” Kiyoomi ponders.

“Oh god,” Atsumu says.

Firm hands grab his thighs, drag them apart so Kiyoomi can settle between them, eyes still hunter-like. His fingers linger for a touch too long, squeezing overspilling flesh. Then he descends again, lips returning to where they left off.

Atsumu gasps when their cocks grind together, and he immediately bucks up into the warmth.

“Gender roles were born together with our civilizations, and they’ve been constricting for just as long. Though not to the same extent as women, men are defined and limited by them as well.” Kiyoomi nips and suckles at the soft skin of his neck, voice steady and entirely unfazed. “Taking on femininity as a man can be freeing: the conscious decision to reject those strictly constructed gender norms is the first step towards self-liberation.” He pulls back with reverence. “Look at these.”

A thumb flickers over the metal lodged in the sweet peak of Atsumu’s nipple, pinches – pulls. He whines. Kiyoomi pushes down, and Atsumu feels the ring dig into his skin, feels it give in beneath the pressure before it’s suddenly gone. Atsumu arches his back off the bed as he chases after the disappearing touch. But Kiyoomi darts forward, his hands coming up to cup his ribs and hold him down as he envelops the brown bud in his mouth.

Atsumu moans. His head falls back, hands scrambling to wrap around Kiyoomi’s shoulders to pull him impossible closer.

“You’re so eager for me, god,” Kiyoomi mumbles, sounds half muffled by Atsumu’s chest. He caresses his sides, teases torturously light touches up and down.

“No need fer that,” Atsumu shakily gets out. “Callin’ me Atsumu is just fine.”

“Is it. How about baby? Princess?” Kiyoomi smiles against his skin when his hands drop lower, curl around Atsumu’s hips tightly. His cock pushes hot and damp against his. “Slut?” he murmurs.

His mouth slides over to his other nipple, tongue darting out to wetly jostle cold metal. He places a light bite around it, teeth digging barely into taut skin. “Whore.”

A shiver wracks Atsumu’s entire body. He furiously nods. In his periphery, blond curls bounce.

Kiyoomi drags his lips away. “Good girl,” he whispers.

Atsumu’s fingers dig into the taut skin of Kiyoomi’s shoulder blades.

He trails a line of soft pecks up his chest, noses his face into the divot between shoulder and neck. When he settles his entire weight on Atsumu, the other man wheezes. As if he wants to push him into the bed and make him stay with his mere presence, Kiyoomi drapes himself all over him. His chest rises and falls with his breath, and Atsumu feels every movement of it.

“Masculinity has historically been associated with mental strength and rationality, whereas the feminine was everything sensual, gentle and carnal,” he tells Atsumu’s throat. The heaviness of his body draped all over him is almost reassuring, the press of skin on skin familiar. His hand comes up, considers the pronounced muscle of Atsumu’s bicep and trails further until it brushes over his shoulder, drags down and settles over the swell of his pec. It curls around muscle almost protectively.

“Because of this more primitive association, the woman became looked down upon, subjugated because of a definition she hadn’t chosen. She became a subject by becoming an object.”

“For how long are ya gonna keep this up?” Atsumu shakily gets out.

His dick is hard and wet and pressed tightly against another one while Kiyoomi’s hand traces comfortable lines on his hips, occasionally playing with soft threads, and Atsumu is desperate with want, he tilts his hips up to rub his shaft against Kiyoomi’s, but the other man clicks his tongue and leans away, shifting his body weight on top of him and accentuating his disapproval with a quick flick on his pec that only serves to make the muscle twitch.

“This is all very unfortunate, but it still impacts the way we think.” He lets his chin rest on Atsumu's shoulder and looks up at him through dark eyelashes. “When women want to feel powerful and strong and in charge – they may reject parts of their femininity because they feel that it does not belong, even though of course it does.”

A wandering finger slips under lace.

“Similarly, when men want to feel sexy and sensual and soft…”

He presses down barely.

Kiyoomu holds Atsumu’s hips down when they lift almost violently, and his fingers creep lower as Atsumu still gasps for air. They rub torturous circles, so so close to the smooth skin at the base of his cock. Atsumu might be whimpering.

Kiyoomi’s lips touch the side of his neck. Hot breath ghosts over his bobbing Adam’s apple as he lazily talks. “When men want to be pampered, spoiled, indulged – be taken apart at the seams…”

He kisses Atsumu. Slowly, almost close-mouthed. Soft bites and nips at his lower lip, then languid swipes with his tongue to soothe the twinge. “Sometimes, those things seem incompatible with masculine identity,” he murmurs to his mouth, “so men might feel that an expression of femininity can bring them closer to the desired state. Pun intended.”

“There was a pun?” Atsumu mumbles. His eyelids have slipped shut, he’s entirely lost to the slow tracings of tending lips on his skin.

“Playing with the dynamics of desire is exhilarating. Sometimes humiliating. Because stripping yourself of your masculinity means taking away your own power and dignity.” He hums, and the vibration reverberates deep in Atsumu’s own chest. “It can be deeply enjoyable.”

He sinks the first finger in to the hilt.

It punches the breath out of Atsumu’s lungs.

Kiyoomi laughs at Atsumu’s long, high whine and just drills deeper. “Ooh,” he coos, “did you wax your little cunt for me? You’re so ready and desperate, aren’t you? My little bitch,” he whispers.

Suddenly, Atsumu is alert, overtly aware of his situation: of the stickiness and friction of hair where their chests rub together, of Kiyoomi’s light stubble, the delicious twinge where he’d sucked too hard. He barely has time to adjust, because a second finger nudges at his rim, massages the tight, swollen skin.

Oh god, they’re finally getting somewhere. Atsumu wants to perk up, but he’s still held down by the entirety of Kiyoomi’s weight, so he has no choice but to wheeze when the second finger slides in past the ring of the muscle.

But now that he’s expecting it, it's not enough. He’s played with himself so much already, he wants more, he needs it, he wants to get fucked, hard. “Can ya please–“

“Is that misogyny? If a man takes pleasure in being demeaned and humbled by presenting as a woman, is that not an admission that he thinks women lesser? God, you’re still so tight.”

“My … my nails, they were too long. I only shortened two of them beforehand, so I couldn’t add mo- ooh. Fuck yes.” A third finger is prodding at him. His eyes flutter shut when Kiyoomi crooks his fingers just barely. God, if he just went deeper, he could reach his–

“Solomon-Godeau argues that the feminization of men doesn’t have much to do with a challenge to the patriarchy, but that it rather provides men with three things."

Kiyoomi lands a dry peck on his shoulder.

“Narcissism by reiterating ideals of beauty, a fantasy of possession and domination by standing in place of a displaced or colonized feminine, and lastly, an escape from the uncompromising masculine hierarchy that men themselves have established.”

“I don’t think that’s fair,” Atsumu pants as he tries to fuck himself down on Kiyoomi's idle touch, “I don’t wanna, like, colonize women? I just think it’s nice to wear dresses an’ stuff, and please gimme another finger?"

“I absolutely agree. Denaturalization this, reiteration of heterosexual binaries that – the blame for eventual misogynistic undertones is not to be put on individual men who want to explore their needs and wants, but the patriarchal power dynamics that have constructed our society in such a way that it demands of women to be desirable in order to be fully recognized as women. Again, it all circles back to the overarching, ever-present sexualization of femininity itself. Both women and the feminine don’t have anything inherently sexual about them – yet they are assigned this role, which becomes deeply problematic.”

Kiyoomi scissors his fingers, the third one still resting at his pucker, almost ridiculing him in its state of rest. Why is it still not inside him? Why isn’t Kiyoomi’s cock out yet, why isn’t–

“And that’s what it all comes back to, isn’t it? The fact that masculinity and femininity aren’t fixed things, but fluid and open concepts that are solely dictated by people and culture – concepts that merge and take from each other continuously.”

By now, Atsumu is getting angry. “What about the concept of you hurrying up and fucking me?”

“I think it was Butler who said that we are all just repeating gender roles and reworking them until they become our own.”

A broken moan. Now it's three. God, finally – that wonderful stretch that promises so much more.

“There is truly no original gender, gender is just a constant process of imitation. She elaborated this especially in chapter one of her book Gender Trouble, published in 1990.”

Atsumu whimpers when Kiyoomi fucks into him faster, almost too fast, and it’s great. “Ya really … hah, don’t hafta do the citations, ah.”

At that, Kiyoomi immediately slows down, almost stopping. He crooks his fingers and just holds them there, like an idiot. Atsumu throbs around him.

“We are not our gender, we become our gender by means of our actions. See Beauvoir on that. Gosh, your tits are so pretty, baby.” A flash of teeth, then he drags his mouth across them, leaving only tingling sensation in his wake. “This constellation of sex, gender and desire becomes our identity, and we–“

“Right,” Atsumu snaps and pushes his hips down harder on the fingers in his ass, “can I contribute to the class discussion? I think there’s something interesting that ya haven’t mentioned yet.”

Kiyoomi still isn't moving, so Atsumu clenches his pulsing heat around him. A tiny crease appears just above Kiyoomi’s eyebrow. “Let’s hear it. If you want to talk about the matrix of intelligibility, I was going to get to that.”

“No. Question. Why the fuck are we still at the fingering part?”

Kiyoomi raises both eyebrows. “Then suck my dick while I finish talking.”

Atsumu regrets saying anything when he pulls out and the emptiness of the loss overtakes him, but then he really doesn’t when Kiyoomi rolls over on his back, his hands grabbing him at the shoulders to manhandle him down and towards his cock. Atsumu settles between his propped up thighs, licks his lips and takes it in greedily. He gulps when he feels him grow more firm in his mouth.

Kiyoomi starts shallowly thrusting up into his mouth. “Y-you know, not to, um, refer to Butler again, but even so-called objective, scientific observations can only ever be interpreted culturally.” When Atsumu hollows his cheeks and drags his tongue torturously slow along the underside, Kiyoomi’s breath stutters. He buries a hand in the thick hair of Atsumu’s wig, pushes Atsumu’s head down harder. “O-objectivity, it’s … it’s a lie. A state of genitals never means anything by itself.”

Atsumu pulls off to suckle at his balls. “What’s that mean?” His pink lipgloss is long gone, lost somewhere between Kiyoomi’s lips and his abdomen, but the sweet taste of it still lingers in his mouth as he licks a stripe up the hot length and swirls his tongue around the head. Long blonde hair falls into his line of vision, sticks to the sweat at Kiyoomi’s thighs, but the man doesn’t seem to mind by the way he’s playing with the strands.

“Some people would say that I’m a man simply because of the dick you’re sucking on right now. That’s obviously not true, I’m a man because I’m a man, not because of a piece of muscle and skin attached to my body.”

Atsumu starts suckling at his shaft, saliva pooling at the corners of his mouth, probably dripping down his chin. He couldn’t care less. “I wanna say something, but I don’t think it fits in with yer stuff.”

“Let’s hear it.”

“Every hole is a goal?” he mumbles around a mouthful of balls.

“Hm,” Kiyoomi says, and motions for Atsumu to open wide so he can thrust back in. Tears prickle the corners of his eyes as he struggles to take it all. The head of Kiyoomi’s cock nudges the back of his throat, but he can do this, he can be a good girl for him, so he relaxes his jaw and swallows him down until his nose tickles the trimmed dark hair at the base of his cock.

“The concept that it does not matter who someone is or who they identify as – their mere existence makes them whole and worthy and desirable? Interesting.” Kiyoomi grinds against his mouth, wiping away the wetness streaking down Atsumu’s face with his thumb. As he lazily smears the blur of mascara at his fingertips, he inadvertently strokes over the slight bulge that has formed at his cheek. Kiyoomi purses his lips. “I guess it could be interpreted as a critique of materialism?”

Atsumu pops off. “See,” he says, and grips Kiyoomi’s hips tighter, nuzzling his cheek into the fuzzy divot between thigh and abdomen. “I’m a smart person too.” He inhales deeply. The thick musk of man and clean sweat tickles his nose. He’s suddenly a bit dizzy.

“Of course you are. On your back.”

He readily complies, dropping back onto soft sheets. He relishes in the soft scratch on his hot skin and closes his eyes, quietly humming as he lets his legs fall apart again. The excitement in his gut hasn’t subsided, but steadily simmered up until now, and he can’t wait to get fucked, get destroyed into tomorrow, just absolutely and totally–

“So, gender, right?”

Atsumu sighs. “Right.”

“It’s intrinsically linked to identity.” Kiyoomi positions himself above him and plunges back in with his fingers, all three at once. Atsumu squeaks at the stretch and promptly moans. Kiyoomi drops his elbow next to Atsumu’s head and leans down at him. He looks him in the eyes while he talks, his stare pinning him down as he rubs a thumb against his perineum, and Atsumu bites down on his lip in order not to scream or squirm or jump out of his skin. “In the past, the ideal of Man was upheld as the pinnacle of everything human – and women were alienated as the Other, as everything that men were not. Women were not able to independently form an identity as a woman because it would be inevitably subjected to the male gaze and dominion.”

God, Atsumu has to be loose enough by now, doesn’t he? He certainly feels loose, all warm and gooey, only tethered to this world by his indignation that Kiyoomi is still going so goddamn slow and oh god, still talking.

“In other words, it’s impossible for women to exist outside of men because they’ve been defined by them. And thus, the entire world becomes centered around men and the male gaze. Heterosexuality becomes the norm and only alternative.”

Kiyoomi furrows his brows as he smooths over Atsumu’s flank, tugging his tights back into place harshly. Atsumu gasps at the quick zip of pain at the threads digging into skin.

“It’s humiliating when people ask who’s wearing the pants in the relationship, who is the ‘woman’ or ‘man’, and with the same intention who tops and who bottoms – but most of all, it’s sad, because it proves that they aren’t able to view relationships through any other lense than the heterosexual one.”

Atsumu grinds up for friction on his cock, he wants just a tiny bit, would be happy with anything, but Kiyoomi backs away, their tips just barely grazing as he does. Atsumu sobs. Why the fuck is he such a tease? “Please view me … through … the lense of … fuck, I’m too stupid for jokes right now, just fuck me!”

Kiyoomi is silently laughing and he descends again, his chest pressing hot against his. Finally, their groins rub together, sweaty and hot, and Atsumu squeezes his eyes shut panting. “Then on the other hand, we have those who are projecting. Those who, for example, criticize the lesbian butch-femme dynamic, who say that that is harmful exactly because it imitates heterosexuality. But I find that statement to be rather offensive.”

Atsumu pops open an eye. “I find it rather offensive that your cock isn’t in my ass yet,” he snaps.

“No really,” Kiyoomi says as he scissors his fingers, and chuckles at the impatient whine that follows. Sweat glistens on his shoulders and chest, a drop sliding down his temple. “Why would you imply that there is anything straight about two women having sex? God, don’t even get me started on the omission of lesbian relationships historically.”

When he clicks his tongue and pulls his fingers out, Atsumu’s hole is suddenly gaping around nothing. His hips immediately jerk up in search for something, but Kiyoomi pushes himself up, taking his body warmth with him as pushes one of Atsumu’s legs up, hooking it over his arm. Atsumu twitches back but can’t, feels the ridiculous need to cover himself as Kiyoomi pulls his cheeks apart so he can see all of him.

Kiyoomi kneads the muscle of Atsumu’s thigh as he starts stroking himself, the slide eased by Atsumu’s spit. He guides his cock towards Atsumu’s hole, accidentally brushing Atsumu’s neglected, swollen cock as he does. Atsumu’s entire abdomen clenches, his balls pulling impossibly tighter as Kiyoomi drags his cock up the cleft of Atsumu’s ass until it settles at the rim.

Kiyoomi grinds pulsing flesh together in something of a messy movement. He hums. “Where were we? Right, lesbians. Two women could’ve spent their whole lives together living in a cottage with two cats and one bed, were interested in herbology and literature and never married men – but historians will say that they were just good friends, right? Best buds. Roommates. A lot of people can’t even imagine female sexuality without a man taking part in it.”

“What if you took part in my sexuality and fucked me into oblivion?” Atsumu accentuates his words by bucking up into Kiyoomi’s hip, and yes, it’s as humiliating as it sounds.

A small smile plays around the corner of Kiyoomi’s mouth. “Yeah, I actually agree, it’s kind of ironic to talk about phallocentrism when I’m about to engage in penetrative gay sex.”

He lets the wet tip of his cock catch at Atsumu’s hole and draws a broken cry out of him.

“Or am I?” he whispers, eyes twinkling wickedly. “I could start talking about post-humanism instead.”

Atsumu wipes a thread of drool from the corner of his mouth. “Are ya teasin’ me? I feel like ye’re teasin’ me.”

Kiyoomi rocks forward, not pushing in, just prodding, making both arousal and irritation flame up in every part of Atsumu’s body. “Why would I tease you? It’s not like my dignity took a giant hit when I was jerking off to you in the shower, fell, and continued.”

Atsumu’s mouth drops open. “So that’s what this is about!”

“Why would I need to tease you when you were the reason for countless sleepless nights, for utter humiliation and defeat? The knowledge that all of it was just the fault of a too-loud brat who can’t even keep his tongue in his mouth?”

Atsumu curls his lip. “Sounds like a you problem.”

“Luckily, you’re my problem now.”

He bottoms out in one hard thrust.

A loud moan is pulled out of Atsumu’s throat as he clamps his legs around Kiyoomi’s hips.

“Okay,” Kiyoomi pants, “feels good, baby, can I move?”

“Do ya even hafta ask?” Atsumu has his head pressed into the pillows, straining to keep his eyes open. His chest rises and falls erratically with his breath as he adjusts around the intrusion. “Bend me like a Barbie doll, and use me like one too.” He cries out when Kiyoomi lurches forward.

“Really sorry,” Kiyoomi groans, voice stuttering as he rocks and slams into him, “I’m really honestly sorry, but could I just finish this one last thought? It’s actually so interesting.”

Atsumu spreads his hands out over the sheets, gritting his teeth together as he squeezes around the cock in his ass. “Fucking fine.”

“I truly don’t think we could or should get rid of these dynamics of gender and sexuality altogether. We should just … expand on them.”

He snaps his hips forward. Atsumu’s head lolls back, mouth dropped open in a silent cry.

“We should allow people to play with them and enjoy them.”

Kiyoomi grinds his cock into Atsumu’s wet heat.

“We should allow you to look really fucking hot in a skirt.”

Atsumu scrambles to hold onto something, but the sheets slip through his fingers, the world through his mind, the only lasting certainty is the coil of lashing heat deep in his stomach.

“Cause that’s the fun of it, isn’t it? The novelty and excitement of it all, the thrill of the forbidden.”

Atsumu is clawing at the sheets, at Kiyoomi’s shoulders, he has his hips locked between his legs in a vice-grip, wants them to reach further, further, further, until he can taste him in his throat.

“I don’t think I’d feel the same way about you in a skirt if it was the norm for men to wear skirts. Is that problematic?” Kiyoomi pulls out almost entirely, his tip catching at the rim before he shoves back in. “Probably, but I’d also be really sad to give up on this exceptional state of horniness.”

He angles Atsumu’s hips with his big strong man hands to rut deeper, and Atsumu thrashes at the feeling of being so full.

“Post-structuralism is … it’s … intrinsically intertwined with understanding modern feminist thought!”

“Yes, right there! Aah!”

“The relativity of the standpoint is constitutive to understanding gender!”

“I don’t fucking care, touch my cock!”

And Atsumu writhes, wants to thrash around, the pleasure is overwhelming, it’s too much, but a broad, unyielding arm across his shoulders keeps him down. “God,” Kiyoomi moans, “I just had a great thought, baby.”

“What is it? Fuck me harder!”

Kiyoomi snaps his hips forward and groans at the burst of pleasure. “Gender’s like an orgasm!”

“Is it? Give me one!”

“It’s … it’s … oh fuck,” Kiyoomi pants out. He slows down, starts to move shallowly to catch his breath. Atsumu whines and drags at his shoulders, but Kiyoomi stills his hips, lurching forward to drag Atsumu into a messy kiss of wet tongue, teeth, heat, everything. His lips almost hurt by the time Kiyoomi pulls off, and he looks frantic. “You see, a lot of porn is funny, and distinctly unexciting from a storytelling perspective. If all of it is so purely focused on and limited to the climax that it completely forgoes buildup and anticipation, it inevitably loses any ounce of tension or suspense that would’ve made a climax even possible.”

“Just say that the sexual tension is the best part.” Atsumu gyrates his hips, desperate to get that tiny bit of friction around the resting cock that has him impaled, but it’s not enough, not enough, not–

“There isn’t a mountaintop without a slope, and what is a climax but a sequence of low points juxtaposed with one single high point?”

“I don’t know,” Atsumu sobs, “Now make me come, please.”

With one single, hard thrust, Kiyoomi drives back in. Atsumu is thrown back with the force of the thrust, and his hands lose their hold on Kiyoomi’s shoulders. His nails drag angry red streaks across sweat-dotted skin. “Oh,” Kiyoomi says, pausing again, utterly fascinated as he looks down, “your nails, they have little … little gems on them.”

Atsumu clenches around him and draws out a broken gasp. “Do ya like ‘em? They’ll slit yer throat if ya don’t start movin’ right now.”

So he does, dragging against his walls and filling him in every way, and Atsumu wraps his legs back around Kiyoomi’s hips whimpering.

“Gender. Okay.”

How is he still talking? There isn’t a single thought in Atsumu’s head.

“Gender, it’s relative in the way that movement is nothing but the changing of one position in comparison to another.”

God, this angle, it’s – it’s amazing – Kiyoomi’s cock pushes into his prostate with every drag and thrust, and it’s so good it almost hurts, and he wants, he wants to, he wants–

“Just how there is no identity if it isn’t placed in comparison to something else, there is not gender without the reflection of the people and world around us within it.”

“There is no happy, satisfied Atsumu without Kiyoomi who could hurry up and fuck me properly! I’m beggin’ ya, my dick is weepin’ purple!

It stands hard and proud and red between them, glossy precum sliding down the length, and when Kiyoomi turns down to look, it rubs torturously between their torsos.

Atsumu wails.

Kiyoomi laughs, and then he pulls at his cock in tight, fast strokes, and then it doesn’t take long until Atsumu is reduced to a babbling, incoherent mess.

He might be hiccuping, moaning, crying, he doesn’t know or care. “Please,” he whines, “please, please, please, I just wanna–“ Tears are streaking down his cheeks, god his makeup must be ruined, but so is he, and he just wants to–

Kiyoomi sinks in entirely, rubbing that sensitive piece of skin right beneath Atsumu’s cockhead. “Come,” he whispers. “Come for me like a good girl.”

Release slams into him in a long, writhing wave, streaks of cum shooting up between their chests and making a sticky mess of them both. Kiyoomi guides him through the trembling shocks with a steady hand and soft unintelligible whispers to his skin. He leaves kisses all over his face as he rocks into him gently, cupping him as he gives a few last spurts.

He comes too, with a last long, sharp thrust. He releases thickly into Atsumu’s heat, and catches Atsumu’s moans with his own mouth.

And then they’re kissing, hot and wet and messy and trembling, Atsumu can barely move his lips, everything is so heavy and slow and dark. “Baby,” he wants to complain, but what comes out isn’t much more than a weak whimper.

Kiyoomi chuckles against his mouth. “I tired you out, didn’t I?” He wraps his arms around him, draping him in his warmth entirely and turning them over. “But I get it, philosophy is exhausting.”

“You absolute fucker,” Atsumu whispers before his eyes fall shut, “I love you so much.”

He comes to a few minutes later to the slow tracing of a mindless pattern on his skin. The soft, calloused touch of Kiyoomi’s fingertips on his flank is warm and familiar, and he melts into it.

“Hi,” Kiyoomi mumbles.

“Hi,” Atsumu mumbles back.

They’re still locked together, and Atsumu involuntarily squeezes around him.

“To conclude,” Kiyoomi says, and pulls out. Atsumu is too tired to gasp at the loss. As he feels a trickle of cum leaking out of him, his dick gives a last tired twitch.

Kiyoomi looms above him disheveled and sweaty, and he looks down at Atsumu with something like … fondness? Admiration? Whatever it is, it makes him look incredibly soft. Atsumu raises his hand to stroke wild dark curls away from his face, and when he does, Kiyoomi presses a kiss to his palm.

“Gender is a strange thing,” he murmurs. “It’s scary and interesting and difficult. And sometimes it matters and sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes it’s only important that you love a person for who they are.”

Atsumu tangles their fingers together and pulls him down towards him. Kiyoomi lands next to him and turns to look at him, tangling their legs together.

A gentle smile pulls at Atsumu’s lips as he settles a hand on Kiyoomi’s hip, desperate for a grounding connection. His gaze is pulled back up to his eyes.

“I’ve never really thought about it all that much,” he finally says, and blinks a little bit. “Gender or sexuality. And why do I? Why do I need to define myself?" His eyes flutter shut. "I’m just vibin’.”

Kiyoomi hums. “Vibin’,” he repeats, almost in wonder. “That’s a good way to put it.”

Atsumu cuddles up to him and sneaks an arm around his waist. “Of course it is, baby.” He presses a soft kiss to his shoulder. “Told’ya I’m smart,” he whispers.

Notes:

For a while, they lie there together on the sheets, soft and sated and satisfied.

“One last thing,” Kiyoomi says.

“Let’s hear it, baby,” Atsumu murmurs. “What’s one more thing after this whole doozy.”

Kiyoomi absentmindedly cards fingers through messy blonde strands. “You know,” he says, “all this theorizing and discourse and dissecting of the problematic sides … it’s irrelevant, really, because in the end, we’re just two bastardized anime characters brought to this second and equally two-dimensional life by a woman who is probably a lesbian but still clinging to the last feeble threads of compulsory heterosexuality. She can only type out the word ‘cock’ without laughing because English isn’t her mother tongue, and it’s been over a year since she’s even kissed someone. So who cares, it’s fiction, do what you want. If she wants to see her favorite character put on stockings and get thoroughly fucked, she’ll write him putting on stockings and getting thoroughly fucked. Not much more than that behind it. Because in case of an identity crisis, what do we do? Exactly, write gay porn and laugh at ourselves in the process. It’s so much fun, you should all try it some time.”

If there was a camera, he would look straight at it.

“She’s truly very sorry, Judith Butler.”

“Dang,” Atsumu says, “are we getting a fourth wall break?”

They would both very much like to stare at you through the screen, but since that’s impossible, you’ll have to imagine the little crooks of the letters on this web page to do that for them.

“Hi there,” Kiyoomi says. He smooths a messy black curl down. “I hope you enjoyed this silly little thing, because the author sure had a whole lot of fun writing it.”

“She’s wishing you all a wonderful morning or evening or night,” Atsumu continues, “and she’ll now think very hard about her intense crush on her queer theory professor.”

“She spent way too much time on this and regrets that fact way too little.”

“She also has a twitter, mainly for screaming into the void. Do consider to check out the first part of this series, which contains how we got together and even more sexual frustration.”

“Sometimes things really aren’t all that serious.”

“Sometimes I just have a fat ass and Omi likes lookin’ at it.”

“It’s phenomenal in heels, and head-bashingly gorgeous in a skirt. It’s a privilege to look at, especially with my cum trickling down the crack.”

Atsumu slaps his bicep. “Now that’s very crass.”

Kiyoomi furrows his brows and looks down at him. “Atsumu,” he says, “That’s very crass? You’d never say that, you’d smirk and say Ye’re so right, sweetie. Even your characterization is slipping, I think it’s time to wrap this whole thing up.”

“Wrap it up the way you didn’t wrap up yer dick?” He snorts. “Which totally only happened because she forgot to write in a condom and was too lazy to go back and change it? Also, what happened with my thong?”

“Eh.” Kiyoomi shrugs. “I probably ripped it or something. That would tie in with the whole theme, wouldn’t it?”

“Probably.” Atsumu yawns and nestles himself closer into his boyfriend’s arms. “But yeah, let’s end it here. She’s used the word ‘cock’ 27 times so far, that’s more than enough. Thank you all so much for reading, I hope ya liked it. Let the author know what you thought. In the meantime, Omi and I will continue to vibe really hard and …” he ducks his head, “… maybe … fuck again?”

He should probably be embarrassed about how hopeful he sounds. But.

“Of course we will, baby -- maybe without the gratuitous mental and physical foreplay.” Kiyoomi presses a kiss to the top of his head. “And without the audience. Just you and me, how does that sound?”

“Heh. Pretty good.”

Kiyoomi grins. “Maybe I’ll even call you mommy this time.”

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