#miya smut

[iwaasfairy]

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tw. ddlg, noncon, daddy kink, dom & sub themes, forced threesome, patronization, manipulation, objectification, size kink wordcount. 4.4k

a/n. ♡ i wish i could have done more about this idea but i gave myself a bit of a word count limit for kinktober but don't be surprised if i end up writing more for this in the future jhydgusgfy i wanted to go more extreme but i was a bit bummed by the self imposed limitations kHdyugs iT IS What it is ily thank you for reading

miya atsumu x fem!reader x miya osamu

You’re pouting somethin’ fierce, and thick crocodile tears bead your lash line like diamonds.

Osamu’s not entirely sure when it started. If it started at all. Maybe things just happened to play out this way, and it was entirely coincidental, a whisper in the grander scheme of your relationship with his brother - all too small to mention. Maybe safer to say, he’s not sure when he started noticing it— but once he began, there was nothing to keep him from seeing it too vividly in every interaction.

You’ve been with Tsumu since your last year together in high school. Stuck with him through thick and thin, every busy month, each and every match and scandal and fallout - and Osamu’s nothing but grateful for that. You make him happy, Hell, even a blind man could see how the blond blossoms open when you’re around. Becoming a more grown, dependable version of himself. Some days Osamu blinks and it’s like his mirror image has far surpassed his own grounded maturity, leaving him behind in the dust. And it’s definitely you that brings that out in him - and he’s grateful.

But — he remembers the early days. More than maybe anyone else, Osamu remembers that it wasn’t always this way. You were definitely more soft and gentle than they were as teens, but you were no shrinking violet either. A decade ago, Atsumu would’ve been caught dead underestimating ya like he does with a glitter in his eye now. Like it’s a game the two of you are clued in on. Osamu’s eyes glide over the scene painted before him, sipping his beer from the couch.

“Aw, pet, you’ve gotta watch where yer goin’. C’mere, did that hurt?” Atsumu is knelt before you, cupping your face between two rough palms, as he kisses up and down your face. Your wobbly sniffles get hidden in his chest when he pulls you in, and rubs your back like you’re a toddler with a scraped knee. Your hands fist into his shirt before you take a deep breath, going up in his warmth. And his twin beams like he’s the happiest man on the planet, before going to pick you up with a bit too much practiced ease.

Osamu’s not against the pda. You’ve always been touchy, and Tsumu’s a clingy bastard at the best of times. “‘M so sorry, baby. Daddy almost walked straight over ya.” It’s more that he has a problem with. He looks away when Atsumu’s hands slide down to grip your ass and squeeze you extra close, looking down for another kiss that you give like it’s been practiced a hundred times. He’s not sure if the slight pout you have on is truly the pain though, or more the embarrassment he can see creep up your ears and cheeks.

“I’m sorry for getting in the way,” you whisper back, and by the time Osamu looks up Atsumu has made it back to the couch with a fresh beer, with you now positioned on his lap and wrapped around him like a baby koala. You don’t look over at him though, barely acknowledging the strange situation. Almost makes him feel like he’s the one that’s out of place, even though he came over on Atsumu’s request. Even though he was invited.

Samu takes another chug of his drink, before raising his brows, leaning in with an attempt to catch your eyes. “Yer not gonna have any? ‘S yer fridge we’re looting.” You only disconnect yourself from Atsumu’s chest to look at him with heat on your cheeks, perfectly treated hair shining as it falls along your shoulders.

“No, thank you. Atsum- uhm- d-daddy doesn’t let me have any unless we’re going out. It makes me get all bloated, so ‘s better I don’t.” Your long lashes flutter, before you smile again, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “I appreciate you looking out for me, Samu.” There’s a beat of silence where his twin seems to give him a look -one he can’t really make out- where Atsumu puts his own beer aside to pull you closer by your hips and wrap his arms around you like you’re best molten to his front. “Hey,” you whisper then, and Atsumu looks up, “can I move? My knees hurt a little like this.”

“‘S that right? Ya wanna turn so you can look at Samu too?” His brilliant smile is almost bright enough to make him ignore the possessive hands that travel too far down when helping you turn, or the almost-subtle groan he lets out when you wiggle back onto his lap. Osamu stares off into the kitchen instead. “You wanna sit ‘n look at someone else ‘cause I won’t do anything. Is daddy not good ‘nough? Maybe I spoil ya a lil’ too rotten.”

“‘M not rotten~, I do like sitting in your lap,” you squeak out almost sadly, starting to leave little pecks all over Atsumu’s lips as if to shut him up. That would probably be good, Osamu thinks. He doesn’t want to consider the possibility that you’re actually tempering him, but it sure does seem like it. “I’m just tired.” And though your voice drops to an almost whisper, he’s too aware of your pouted, glossy lips to not hear every word. Your hands trail through his hair, sliding down his neck with each slow breath. “Just- Daddy, don’t be upset. I’m trying my best.”

You look almost pained to say it, not that his twin cares. “Please don’t get mad.” Anything else passes over Osamu’s head. He just places the empty bottle by his feet and tries to ignore the way you’re now draped onto Atsumu’s lap like you two will start dry humping any second.

“‘M not mad, pretty girl.” The blond grabs two handfuls of ass and rocks your waist against him, making you squeak, before he runs his tongue along his teeth with a noise. “I’m just thinkin’ that I don't want Samu ta see ya like this.”

You whimper when Atsumu’s mouth glides along your jaw and throat, falling back into the couch -crown brushing Osamu’s thigh- when his twin pushes and presses a few kisses down your throat and chest. “Alright, let’s go out.” Then he pulls back flushed, and gets you up along with him. “Before daddy ends up fucking that pretty pussy with a live audience.” He ushers you towards the door with a few pats on your butt. “Go an’ get yer shoes, I’ll tie yer laces for ya, little girl.”

“I- I can really do it myself, ‘s fine.”

It only makes Atsumu puff out his chest, and stare you down with a hungry stare. “Go on, baby. Yer little enough to need my help.” You don’t say anything, but there’s a tense breath of silence that covers the room before you look away with shame written all over your expression.

Osamu’s too speechless to do much but just stare at the side of his brother’s face, who barely shows any emotion other than enjoyment at all. Seriously. It’s not like you to let someone just walk all over you. Or at least, it wasn’t like you, as far as he was concerned. Things have clearly changed. He frowns. “Do ya really have ta talk about ‘er like that when I’m around, stupid Tsumu? Keep it in yer pants, wouldya?”

Instead of the normally snappy reply that he’d expect, the blond just shrugs, tugging at his waistband like the tightness is a little uncomfortable. “Can’t help it. She’s so fuckin’ cute whinin’ and crying out for me.” Brown irises find Osamu’s, and he smiles. “You’d feel the same if ya saw what she can do.” He pats his thighs when you come back from the hall, and holds out his hands. “Come ‘ere, little princess. Daddy’ll dress ya right up.”

+

Your frilly little implication of a dress is bunched around your hips as he lets you down from another bear hug, and puts on a slight pout. “I’ll be back soon, baby. They need an emergency setter for just an hour of practice. Maybe two.”

“It’s never just one hour.”

The overly whiny request only makes Atsumu glitter more, as his eyes flick down your body and his tongue is caught between his teeth. Truly, the guy has absolutely no decency. This was supposed to be a fun weekend away from work for the three of ya. Not that Atsumu seems bothered by that. After a few seconds he kisses your forehead though, letting you lean into his arms and looking ever so teenie tiny compared to your boyfriend -they’ve both filled out in both size and muscle since high school after all- and it becomes even more apparent when Tsumu squeezes you under his chin. “If ya need anything ya’ll ask Samu, alright? Just pretend he’s me.”

You bat your lashes at him, but let your grip on him slowly be peeled off. “... Okay. Can I have dinner while you’re gone?”

“Hm, sure.” The blond runs his fingers through his hair. “Daddy’s gonna miss ya. I’m not gonna be gone fer long.” Then he eyes him with a grin that Osamu kind of wants to slap off of his cheeks. “Thanks for ‘sittin ‘er.” He doesn’t reply with a smart remark about him treating you like a dog, and just gives a vague hum instead. With that he gives the brunet a quick wave, and gathers his phone and keys on his way to the door. You linger around the entrance a bit longer, before slowly returning to the dinner table with slightly heated cheeks. You tuck your knees to your chest when you sit and reach for one of the side dishes — and he can’t help but say it when the door falls into lock.

“So, what’s all that about?”

“Hm?” Your head drops to the side slightly as you put some pickled radish in your mouth and hum. “Mm, this ‘s really good, Samu! Can I have some?”

“Help yerself,” he nods, and also slides the plates you can’t reach closer. It’s not like he doesn’t understand it at all. You’ve got that sort of puppy-eyes look down, big and round and soft wherever you look, no matter who you’re talking to. It’s the kind of gentleness that calls for protection, and he’s not even the possessive type, but despite that the feeling of being needed sits on his chest and longs to come out. But still. He can’t help but think Atsumu’s overplaying his cards. “Seriously though. You know ya can tell my shitty brother no, right? I’ll straighten ‘em out for ya.”

The words seem to process for a moment, before you load some more food onto your utensils and swallow it with a little noise of thoughtfulness. “I- I don’t know. Atsumu says he likes being the provider. At first it was just little stuff he helped with, and I thought it was nice to be cared for.” You fumble a little with the chopsticks when a piece of fish is extra slippery, and smile when he helps you out and picks it up, carrying it towards your mouth. “You don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve fed myself instead of Tsumu doing it for me,” you softly mention. That’s weird, ain’t it? That’s definitely weird.

Still he’s carrying the food to your mouth, and be it instinct, or habit, you look too fuckin’ sweet waiting like a puppy for him to help out, big, doe-eyes and all.

You let the piece onto your tongue, before wrapping those pretty lips around and gratefully humming and — fuck. You don’t notice the way his brow ticks, but his stomach rolls with the realization. Instead of lingering too long on the implication that he might feel the same exact way as his twin, he lets you talk, after chewing for a while. “I just- I don’t like that he doesn’t ever take me seriously anymore. He thinks I can’t do anything by myself, even brushing my own teeth, or picking out clothes! It’s so- so frustrating-” you continue until you run out of air, and seem to suddenly realize who you’re talking to. “Oh, don’t tell Atsumu that. Please don’t tell him. He gets so upset and I don’t like it when he’s mad.”

Samu can’t help but just nod in agreement, not sure what else to say. He doesn’t think his brother would ever hurt ya. Then again, Samu also didn’t think his brother was much of a kink lifestyle sort of guy until the last few months— so clearly he doesn’t know everything anymore. And you seem… okay with it, right? He’s not sure, really. Would he even have the guts to tell Tsumu off if he was sure you weren’t? Instead of lingering on that uncomfortable possibility, he pivots. “Let’s watch somethin’? What do ya wanna see?”

Your eyes shimmer when they flick up, and you swallow before smiling. “Can I choose?” You wiggle in your seat. “Atsumu -w-well- daddy doesn’t let me watch scary stuff, but I’ve been dying to watch the Ring again.” You then lean into his space a little more, and he feels his heart skip a beat. “I assume I don’t have to snuggle up to you though? He did say to pretend you’re him but…” You wrap your thin sweater a little closer. “I’ll hold your hand? He can’t get mad that way.”

How can he say no when you’re staring at him with those fucken stars in your eyes? His fingers find yours on the table, and your hand feels way smaller and softer than his own work-worn ones. “Yeah, sure. But ya shouldn’t watch nothin’ ta give ya nightmares though…” The urge to pick you up and wrap you nice and safe in his embrace becomes stronger by the second, and his eyebrows furrow.

+

Atsumu is quick to descend on you in the safety of the separate room. His hands glide down your sides and hike up your shirt over your arms, before running his fingertips down the valley of your breasts. “Samu was nice to ya?”

“Mhm,” you bop your head a few times, shivering when the cooler air peaks your nipples and Tsumu brushes his thumb over them. “He was- r-really- ah daddy, that tickles.” Your voice trembles when he eyes you down, before letting his fingers trail down to your shorts instead. He motions your butt up and you lift yourself politely, letting him slide those down your legs too as he lifts one and starts placing kisses down your ankle up your leg. “You said we’d get ready for bed~”

“We are gettin’ ready,” his smile goes a little crooked when you bite your lip, “just curious ‘s all. Ya think Samu likes ya?” He lets you fall back onto the plush covers before walking into the ensuite and coming back with some skincare that he places unceremoniously onto the bedside table- and you frown. If your boyfriend asked you a few years ago, you’d assume he was just genuinely curious. About you getting along with his family, his twin, his other half. But now, there’s an agenda woven into the words. Always is.

“We get along well. Why?”

His lips jerk up, and with a simple shrug he continues. “He’s good too ya, ain’t he? An’ I’ve been thinking I want Samu to watch us some time.” You’re too shocked to say anything, but your mouth drops open. No.

No, it’s already embarrassing how he makes you whine and whimper like a pet for him when you’re alone. It’s embarrassing when he makes you call him daddy when there’s people around with no shame- like he gets off on it. But this- his hands find your face with a soaked cotton pad to start cleaning you with gentle motions, and you find your eyes starting to water. You hate that you’ve become this fragile little flower that can’t speak up when it matters. You’d like to think you’re still the same. But your lip wobbles too easily as Atsumu continues, and your voice cracks.

The mortification is too much to bear, it swallows you up whole. He couldn’t possibly make you. “I don’t want that.”

“What’s that?” he coos, eyelids hooded. He leans down to you more.

You push his hand away from your face and frown, but tears still spill over. You fucking hate being such a crybaby. “I don’t want Samu to watch us.” You still frown though, doing your best to blink away the waterworks. And instead of taking you seriously - of course - Tsumu tilts his head in that sort of understanding that you’re throwing a tantrum like a toddler might. But you’re serious. You mean it. His freshly washed hair falls over his brows, but his hands still find your shoulders to keep you in place below him.

“Aw, baby. Poor girl.” The soft rubbing of his thumb along your skin only makes you more shaky in that feeling, his eyes roaming your body before he pushes you back onto the bed and crawls onto it beside you, pulling you into his touch. It doesn’t escape you that you’re already naked and he’s still dressed, keeping you tight. “I didn’t mean to upset ya. Shhh, shhh, it’s okay.” You swallow, and push against his chest with a slight whimper - why can’t he take you seriously?

“I mean it, Atsumu.”

Before you can say anything else he pinches your cheek hard, and his dark brows lace together. “Don’t be rude.” The darkness fades quickly, but he still doesn’t show any intention of letting you go. In fact, because of his strength against you you’re only forced deeper into his embrace, head pressed to his warm chest. “Daddy’ll take care of you. Always do, don’t I?” You open your mouth to retort, but he interrupts again, and squishes your cheeks together before placing a few patient kisses onto your pouty lips. “Listen to daddy. It’ll be fine.”

It’s so frustrating.

You want to move. You want to remove yourself from the situation he’s putting you in, or put on some fucking clothes, and instead you’re being mocked by him. Once more you try to give him a push for some space, but because he barely feels it or pretends not to, you don’t make a dent. “Tsumu, I don’t want to have sex with your brother watching~” you end up crying out, feeling the tears well up again. “Get off of me.” You start wiggling, as his hand wraps around your wrist and forces it to wrap around his body, clamping your hands together behind his back as he rolls over and starts kissing the top of your head.

“Don’t cry, don’t cry. Everything’s gonna be okay.” You want him to leave you alone. “My sweet little girl. You don’t gotta fight me, ‘m not doin’ nothing. I’m here for ya.” His heartbeat is so steady against you that it makes you want to shove him and scream in his face to fuck off, but of course you don’t. You don’t scream. You don’t push, or fight, or make yourself clear. All you can do is cry into his shirt as his smell wraps around you and you struggle to make the waterworks stop.

“Let go~” you sniffle into his shirt, and shiver when his hands start sliding down to pull you back onto him, forcing his thick, strong thigh between your legs. Your straining muscles give up after a while of pushing back, and his embrace still stays.

“Shush, little baby. I got ya, don’t worry yer pretty little head.”

“Daddy~” you whine softer this time, and don’t fight him when he nudges you face up to kiss him. He groans for a moment in what can only be satisfaction at winning the fight, before rolling over so you’re trapped under his heavy body, chest rising and falling against him. And as you try to stop crying, Atsumu has the nerve to rub your head like all of this isn’t his fault.

+

You can’t escape the heavy gaze anywhere you look. It’s suffocating. Not that you have much room to think about it between the way Tsumu’s taking up your space and forcing one of your legs over his shoulder so he can spread you open. It’s a brief reprieve from the prying eyes blocked by his broad back, but you know it will end. Because Tsumu didn’t just drag his twin here to know that someone’s watching. He wants to make a show of you. To show off the type of power he- oh. Your half-lidded eyes flutter open wider when his fingers spread open your slick and your pussy clenches around nothing.

And Atsumu grins. “Yer so quiet, baby. Are’ya shy?” You don’t answer that, instead trying to chase after his hand when he moves away, wrapping comparatively small hands around his wrist. You can feel the heat of Samu at the foot of the bed, uncomfortably perched onto it with his knee before he dips the mattress further, and your blinks get more rapid.

“Daddy… I- I don’t-”

“Hush,” he moves your other leg aside more, leaving you spread embarrassingly open before he dips his body and glides both hands under your ass, lifting you a few inches. His mouth descends without thinking, kisses and then tongue making you whimper as he eats you out. Not gently, but possessive, demanding licks that drag your split attention right back to him - only until Samu leans forward a little to get a better view. This is so fucking embarrassing. “Mh- Taste good, pretty thing.” Atsumu’s eyes have that same cocky, knowing look he always does when he gets you like this. You won’t do anything back, and he knows that. “Yer droolin’ all over my chin.”

You are. The slick’s coating his lips when he pulls back, trailing kisses up your thighs, before he slides two fingers inside your squelching pussy traitorously slow, and watches your face scrunch. He’s big. He always is, and knows it too, big hands, big thighs, chest, shoulders. Most of all, he’s fucked you enough times now to know that you can’t take him easily without prep, and even that is embarrassing. You could have gone a whole lifetime without having Osamu know that. Why did he even agree to this?

“Little brat,” Tsumu says after a few seconds, flicking your nipple painfully as he stares, clenching his jaw. “Don’t be rude. Samu came all the way out here to see ya, ‘n yer gonna lock up the whole time?” You swallow, and try to talk, but he instead curls his fingers inside your pussy and slides them deeper. Right where you can’t handle them, until you have no choice but to curl and wiggle away from him, mouth pulling open to moan.

“Ah, agh, daddy! Daddy, daddy.” Samu’s broad shouldered figure being barely dressed in a tank and boxers, along with Atsumu’s almost godly physique hanging over you is too much. You shut your eyes. “I can’t- f-focus.” You hold onto his arm as he fucks his fingers in and out of you for long enough that your entire body starts tingling, before he peels you off and turns you over. Rough hands hike you onto your knees, and your ass up in the air before his rough palm lands hard and sends a stinging heat through your legs. “Ow, ow~”

“That’s more like it. I know yer a noisy little bitch.” He rubs your lips up and down with his thumb a few more times, before you hear the sound of boxers being peeled off. “Now, what do ya say when daddy will give ya something ya want?”

He presses the hot head of his cock against you but doesn’t push in yet, and your poor pussy clenches around nothing as tears fill your eyes and you grip two fistfuls of pillow. You can’t say it. Not with Samu sitting right there, judging you both for- another sharp spank makes you shiver, and you whimper into the pillow. The sting aches until heat blooms under the damaged skin, and you unclench your teeth. “Please, daddy? Please fuck me.” You doubt you’re stretched enough to take him comfortably, even with the fingering and all the wetness coating your puffy pussy and the inside of your thighs. “Pretty please?”

There’s a few moments before his hand presses down on your back and his cock slides inside, and you do your best not to gasp too much feeling him force you open. It aches though, and you have to widen your knees to make room and— God it feels so good. You’re not sure whether to cry because of the feeling, or because you can’t stop yourself from moaning high pitched and whiny like a whore putting on her best performance. You really can’t help it. “Agh, ah- d-daddy, move, please.” The heavy weight of his cock bottoms out and he presses his heavy balls against you for a few seconds, before pulling out with a groan.

The motion pulls your entire body back, only stopped by his hand, like you’re some cocksleeve— and you cry harder. “Ah, ah, ugh— Atsumu,” you pout, and he pets your head.

“I’m right here, doll. Does that feel good?” You nod, and cling on, before opening your eyes to look at him with his thighs right next to your head and stroking his cock with an almost torturous pace. You whimper when being bottomed out into, and then your eyes shoot open. You can’t turn, but the low groan Samu lets out when you clench hard around him, says enough— and Tsumu laughs as he watches you panic and your bottom lip wobble, petting your head. Like this is all some big game, keeping you down under his hand while you shake your head.

“No, no- you said- you said he’d watch- agh, daddy! No, no no no, you promised! You promised.” You can’t stop yourself from moaning when he hits deep inside, fucking you much too well. Your mouth falls open as you try to stop the sound, but Tsumu’s touch only gets more demanding as his twin picks up the pace.

“Shhh, shhh, Samu likes ya so~ much. It’s just this one time. And then daddy’ll take good care of ya, promise.”

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[zzztobi]

✧ ⎯⎯ "that good, uh?"

pairing!: atsumu x afab!reader

warnings!: MDNI!!!! fwb, creampie. just atsumu being a lil possessive :p

a/n!: phewwww its been so long since i wrote smt in here lmao i just came to tumblr to read smut thank u for everyone's service

atsumu's dick was the best one you've taken in your whole life and you didn't have to tell him.

he could tell by the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head, the way you gasped and moaned, or the grip you had on your sheets when he was pounding you in all fours.

you didn't tell him because it would've inflated his ego and would get too cocky for your liking. you've known him your entire life so you already knew how his mind worked.

some part of your brain told you this was wrong, that you fucking your best friend for years wasn't moral. but fuck it because being friends with atsumu shouldn't feel this good. especially when he's whispering such filthy things in your ear:

“f-fuck baby, your pussy feels so good” moaned atsumu before giving you a harsh thrust that made your whole body convulse. “we should've done this before angel, we've been missing out shit!”

and you would nod while saying a chain of “yes atsumu!” that took the air out of his lungs after hearing you moaning his name like that.

he would ask if he could cum inside of you because he wanted to pump you so full of him, mark you as his so no one could take you away from him. he wanted you to be his, and only his.

and maybe he should've confessed his feelings before all this mess started, but he didn't have it in him to do it, not when your pussy wrapped so tight around him made his head so dizzy and mind fuzzy. well it'll have to wait until the next time then.

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[mavrintarou]

[3:00 PM] Miya Atsumu - A/B/O

All I can tell you all is that it's long and dirty... hope you have a wonderful smutty Friday.

Warning: Full of smutty smut... A little different from most A/B/O au

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Atsumu returned home early from a four-week-long training camp.  

He first noticed the unfamiliar pheromone in his shared apartment with Y/n.

Immediately his ears perked, and he could hear moaning and whimpering coming from down the hall.

Sighing, Atsumu contemplated going to Osamu’s place for the night. Now that he recalled, Y/n did remind him that she was going through her rut cycle soon. Normally, they respected each other’s boundaries and spent their ruts at the specialty hotel that was designated for ruts & heats. She had asked if he would be okay if she brought her partner to spend the night at their apartment since he would be out during that time, and he was okay with it.

Before Atsumu could put his shoes back on, he heard a door swing open.

“This is fucken pathetic, screw you!”

Atsumu froze and before he could hide, a half-naked omega stalked past him before stopping to glare at him. “Your roommate is a pathetic alpha!” She shouted before slamming the door after her.

Blinking, Atsumu was shocked at what had just happened.

“She’s just mad I lost my vibe. I didn’t know you were coming home early.”

Turning his head, Atsumu sees Y/n standing only in her robe, leaning against the wall. He could see red blotches along her neck.

He took a step closer to Y/n. “You okay?”

She shrugged and smiled, “don’t worry about it.” She walked over and dropped herself on the couch.

How could he not worry? Atsumu inhaled softly before sitting beside her. He noticed the oddness he had been feeling the last couple of days and couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

He glanced over at Y/n who had her arms crossed over her chest with her eyes closed, almost like she was sleeping.

Y/n was one of the few female hybrids, a special case of an alpha and omega. Hybrids were able to choose between either gender and could breed and be bred.

The setback for most hybrids was that they have a smaller physique than an average omega and due to that, oftentimes time they were looked down on as alpha hybrids. Like both genders, hybrids go through both rut and heat phases and sometimes both could happen at the same time. Hybrids were able to release alpha and omega pheromones yet unable to detect them like betas. They often have to carry with them a pheromone neutralizer to prevent unwanted attention.

Eventually, most hybrids will adopt the more dominant gender. The high percentage of hybrids become omegas due to the challenges of being an alpha.

But Y/n had no problem attracting both alphas and omegas.

Atsumu himself was physically and sexually attracted to her until he discovered that her preference was omegas.

He would take it to his grave that he had imagined how it would be to have Y/n below him, how she would take him…

But they were friends, roommates for three years.

However, things changed two weeks ago when the two of them were casually having a beer in their living room after a long work day.

“Hey,” Atsumu started, staring at Y/n sip on her fourth beer. She was one of the few ladies he knew who enjoyed a good beer and a lot of it. “Wanna play Truth or Dare?”

He could see she was thinking about it before she smirked and answered, “sure.”

Being the gentleman he is, he allowed her to go first.

“Truth or dare, ‘Tsumu?”

He felt a sense of nervousness for some reason and decided to play it safe and chose truth.

“Why are you so uptight?”

Atsumu frowned before letting out a laugh, that was her question? “Honestly, I haven’t had sex in three months. That’s the longest I’ve ever gone without sex since losing my virginity.”

Y/n’s face distorted humorously and she tried hard not to laugh, “okay, your turn.”

“Truth or dare, Y/n?”

“Truth,” she answered.

Atsumu smirked, wondering if she was playing it safe. “Which one do you like more, being top or bottom?” This was one question he had been dying to know the answer to.

Y/n consistently projected an aura of composure and ease, effortlessly connecting with everyone she encountered. It came as no shock that alphas and omegas alike gravitated toward her; there was an undeniable allure about her that drew them in.

She wasn’t surprised at his question at all. “My answer would be top because I’ve never been a bottom before.”

His eyes bulged out in disbelief. “I don’t believe you, you have never…” Atsumu’s voice trailed off as he tried to connect the dots in his head. “But you’re a… hybrid…” his tone was filled with nothing but confusion. “Don’t you get heats?”

Y/n shook her head, gulping her beer. “No, I have never gotten through a heat before. I know, it’s odd. My doctor doesn’t know why either and just continues to tell me to monitor myself.” She shrugs her shoulders, “so, I only know how to top.” She narrows her eyes at him playfully, asking him that nearly makes him choke on his saliva. “Why? You want to do you want to show me how it feels to be a bottom?”

The fun and playful mood Atsumu was in suddenly turned him sober and serious. Was she joking? He swallowed, trying hard not to make it obvious that his cock had gotten excited and was semi-hard.

Their game of Truth or Dare came to an abrupt end before neither had a second round as the fire alarms in their apartment complex went off.

Neither spoke again about that subject and went on with their lives.

Or at least Atsumu tried to.

For days, he couldn’t get the subject out of his head, wondering and questioning how she had managed to go this long without having a heat, let alone that she had never been a bottom before! It had also bothered Atsumu about her question she asked him if he would like to show her, was she serious about it? It made Atsumu excited every time he thought about it.

Atsumu has been wanting to bring the conversation up again and suddenly had the urge to do so.

His mouth opened to speak when something hit his sense of smell, a delicate aroma. Blood began rushing down south and his mouth watered, his mind clouded with nothing but wanting to have a taste of this deliciousness that was taking over his senses.

Realization hit him as this was typically how he becomes when he is being affected by an omega’s heat pheromone.

His eyes narrowed as he looked at Y/n.

“Atsumu.”

He flinched at the way she called his name, not in a threatening way, but in a way that made him want to be nothing but possessive of her. His throat tightened as her pheromone poured more onto him.

“I… think I’m going through my first heat,” Y/n murmurs softly, opening her eyes to peer into his. They were a different color and most definitely very dilated.

He noticed her crossed arms tightening around her petite body. Realization hit him, the faint lingering smell he had detected was Y/n’s omega pheromone, something completely different from her alpha pheromone he was used to. It was no wonder he was not threatened by it because it still had a bit of her scent in it, keeping him calm.

“What?” he growled, trying to maintain his composure and sanity, he wanted to pounce on her. Atsumu stood up and distanced himself from her. “But you said you –“  

“I never had one before so I don’t know what to expect but I’m confident… enough that what I’m experiencing right now is my heat.” Y/n hunched over, her shoulders trembling.

The silence in the room was unbearable and she broke it by quietly asking, “would you – be comfortable to help me?” She bit her lower lip before asking, “I’ve – I’ve never been a bottom… show me. Show me what it's like to be a bottom, Atsumu.”

Atsumu’s eyes bulged out, “sh – show you?” He inhaled sharply as he closed his eyes to absorb her request. He paced back and forth in their living room before clarifying, “say that one more time? What are you asking me to do?” He needed a second confirmation.

“Atsumu,” Y/n called his name, it flowed like soft butter from the tip of her tongue. “I’m in heat right now and I want you to show me what it feels like to be a bottom…” she paused, “if that makes you feel uncomfortable I can go ask –“ She was suddenly tugged onto her feet and pressed against his chest. She felt his hardness press against her abdomen and her eyes widened, breath hitching.

“All you need is me,” Atsumu’s eyes suddenly become dark as he stares at her lips. “I will show you how to be a bottom, Y/n.”

.

“You’re breaking my heart here, Y/n,” Atsumu growled softly against her nipple. Three of his long and thick fingers have been thrust back and forth inside her pussy. “Am I doing a shit job that I can’t even make you moan for me?”

Y/n shook her head, her knuckles had turned white from gripping his comforters tightly. She let out a heavy breath, “no – no… it feels…”

“Feels?...”

“Fucken amazing…” she finished, opening her eyes. “I’ve… never felt this bliss before…” her back arched when Atsumu’s fingers curled and fastened.

“Nope,” Atsumu chuckled when she tried to close her legs. “Keep these beautiful legs open, wide open for me.” He shifts his large, toned body to fit in between her legs. He withdrew his fingers to stroke his cock.

Atsumu still couldn’t believe that Y/n has never had a heat before, let alone taken a cock before.

“’Tsumu,” Y/n whimpered, her fingers grazing over her wet pussy, her pussy ached to be stuffed, filled in ways she never imagined before.

Since finding out she is a hybrid at the age of 16, her gender has always been alpha-dominant. She has never experienced a heat since discovering her hybrid gender even though she was capable of adapting to both genders.

Unlike most, Y/n had no problem attracting either gender but she had preferred to be a top giver than a bottom receiver.

It wasn’t until recently, until the game of Truth or Dare with Atsumu that it had piqued her interest. She suddenly was curious about being a bottom but she did not know who she trusted enough to share that moment with. Unconsciously, she began manifesting it.

On numerous occasions, she caught herself staring at Atsumu, and it was then that she began seeing him in a different light. She considered the idea of asking him but was frequently reminded that it would alter their relationship forever.

Her request tonight was her heat speaking. During the few weeks of Atsumu being away, Y/n’s body began experiencing a change she had never felt before. Unlike the times she was going through a rut, her body was burning and throbbing at her pussy.

Y/n has never touched herself in such a way, never having to need to until now. For two nights in a row, she tossed and turned in bed until the temporary relief was her fingers dipping in between her legs and stuffing her pussy in ways she’s done to other omegas.

“Atsumu…” his name slipped from her lips unconsciously. Her eyes widened and embarrassment shamed her for calling out her friend’s name while imagining him, imagining it was his fingers stuffing her pussy.

And now three of his finger pump quickly in and out of her pussy, the mere thought of knowing it’s his fingers that is building up the pleasure is all Atsumu’s doing.

The following day, she snuck into his room and inhaled the scent in his room, filling her desire and yearning.

“Yes,” Y/n moaned, eyes rolling shut, “yes, Atsumu…”

Atsumu shifted onto his knees.  “I can’t believe you’ve never taken a cock before. I find that hard to believe,” Atsumu rubbed the tip of his cock against her clit.

Y/n herself can’t believe she hasn’t either. It may be partly because she never had a heat to begin with. Y/n sat up and reached for his cock, her eyes bewitched at the size of his cock. “It’s so… big.”

She wasn’t big and she was aware of it. The first time she spent her rut with an omega, she thought it was a disaster, not knowing what to expect but the omega had expressed how good her cock felt.

An omega once told her with a wink, “it’s now how big, it’s how you use it.”

“I won’t deny that I’ve never wondered how you would look beneath me, Y/n.” Atsumu admitted, “surely you must know you’re fucken desirable, right?” He pushed the tip of his thick cock in her, groaning when her walls tightly refuse to let him in until he compel, shoving just the tip through. “Relax for me, Y/n…” he slowly pushed back and forth, pushing more of his thick long cock into her until she has lubricated his cock, taking him easier. His eyes were transfixed at his cock disappearing into her pussy until she’s taken all of him. Looking up he sees her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, her lower lip trapped between her teeth. Reaching up he freed her swollen lower lip and smoothed it with his thumb. He pressed his thumb past her lips, “bite me instead…” His cock jerked when she clenched her teeth against his thumb. “That’s it, baby…”

Her teeth loosened and she wrapped her tongue around his thumb, sucking it.

“Fuck…” Atsumu swore before choking out a chuckle, “I’m going fuck your mouth afterward.”

Y/n freed his thumb, “promise?” her legs wrapped around his hips pressing herself upwards to him. “Hurry,” she pleaded, “fuck my pussy, ‘Tsumu…” She never thought she would hear herself say that phrase.

Atsumu didn’t need to be told twice. His body crushed her small one, sandwiching her to his bed as he hiked her legs and began thrusting into her pussy. The bed began to shake violently and the wooden bedframe creaked loudly.

Y/n’s arms encircled his neck tightly while her fingers weaved through his strands of dirty blond hair, gripping them firmly at the roots and giving it a gentle tug. Her hips rolled, meeting his powerful thrusts. She cooed and encouraged him, “yes! Yes… just like that… fuck… you’re so big, ‘Tsumu… you feel so good…”

Atsumu only hummed, his mouth busy sucking a perfect hickey against her neck. It has always made him jealous seeing other omegas mark her and now it is his turn and he is going to make sure his mark is engraved into her skin.

His hips fasten, cock repeatedly hitting her sweet spot. If it felt this wonderful already, he couldn’t imagine how it would be when he was in a rut, when his senses would be fully heightened.

“Y/n,” Atsumu groaned, sliding his tongue along her neck and to her jaw, licking along her cheek. He felt so high, in a state of bliss. Every thrust into Y/n’s pussy sent pure excitement and euphoria pulse through him. “Look at me,” he growled, and when she found his brown eyes, he leaned down and kissed her.

Their tongues tangled and eagerly danced as their mouth moved over each other hungrily.

Atsumu was finally satisfying a lingering curiosity within him, having Y/n beneath him and kissing her.

Y/n moaned his name breathlessly from his kisses, “my tummy… it feels tingly… I’m – I’m going to cum… please let me cum…”

The tightening of Y/n’s pussy and increased enhancement of her pheromone pushed Atsumu to the edge, losing the last of his control. He tightened his arms around her small body and pounded hard until the tip of his cock continue to stimulate her cervix. He badly wished he was in a rut so he could penetrate her cervix and knot her.

Breed her.

Y/n’s teeth sink into his collarbone as she comes undone, her nails digging into his shoulders as her body trembles.

Atsumu follows seconds later, filling her pussy with his hot cum.

There’s no going back, I can’t let her go now, he tells himself. He inhales her scent, feeling his cock already semi-hard once again.

.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you two in a long ass time, what have you guys been up to?” Their mutual friend, Ryuji said, gesturing to Atsumu and Y/n to take a seat in the two empty spots at the end of the table.

“Just the same stuff, training and tournaments,” Atsumu shrugged, pulling the seat for Y/n and pushing in the chair like a gentleman. “Season is wrapping up so I’ll finally get some relaxation.”

Atsumu and Y/n were oblivious to their physical intimacy, they didn’t see how their three other friend’s eyes widened as Atsumu’s body turned towards Y/n, his arm resting behind her chair and thumb rubbing circles on her upper arm. He fills her plate with food and continues updating his friends about his life.

Of course, he is keeping his relationship with Y/n out.

It has been two weeks since Y/n’s first heat, and it took almost two days for her heat to conclude and yet, neither of them has had their fill. They have fucked each other in every possible space in their apartment. Day and night, every possible moment.

They had even pulled a quickie in his car before meeting their friends.

“Be my good girl and keep my cum in you. I’ll reward you later,” Atsumu murmured breathlessly. Y/n could only nod as she squeezed her walls and slip off his cock. He assists by slipping her panties back in place before lifting her and placing her gently back in the passenger seat before slipping himself back into his pants.

Aside from Y/n’s lightly pink cheeks, he didn’t think anyone would notice their coupling.

“Are you two… seeing each other?” Their other friend Yuma carefully inquired.

Y/n was the first to calmly deny it and laugh softly, “no, why do you ask?”

The three friends, Yuma, Ryuji, and Masachi, exchange glances, silently acknowledging a shared thought but opting to not broach the subject further.

They didn’t need to.

No one would be stupid enough to even dare look her way with the way that she reeked of Atsumu’s pheromone. It unmistakably screamed she belonged to him, and him alone.

.

The minute passing was only making Atsumu anxious.

Y/n promised to be home thirty minutes ago and it was past the promised time by ten minutes.

Atsumu was aware of his behavior, the possessive behavior he harbored for Y/n. He couldn’t deny it and it only continued to manifest each passing day.

He couldn’t even blame it on his upcoming rut that only seemed to have enhanced with Y/n’s change of pheromone as of late. Atsumu couldn’t quite put his finger on it but something about her has changed and it only made him more addicted to her.

There was one thing that he knew for sure and it was that he was in love with Y/n and wanted her and only her.

.

Y/n was fully aware of Atsumu’s perilous fixation on her.

She had not meant to let their fling go on this long, or at all. It was all a mistake and now… she couldn’t undo it.

She acknowledged that he wasn’t the only one going through this change alone. Y/n too has become possessive of Atsumu. When he would come home with the scent of another omega on him, she would feel her mood turn sour.

Y/n refused to accept it but since having sex with Atsumu, she has not wanted an omega again. She came to terms that she had officially adopted the omega gender, a lot sooner than later for other hybrids. It was inevitable with the amount of sex she was having.

Studies have shown that the more dominant gender would manifest with the amount of climax and chemicals released each time. Whichever gender they possess during their highest climax constantly, their body will begin to adapt to that gender.

It was an addiction, once Y/n had a taste of being an bottom, there was no going back. She craved for Atsumu, his pheromone, his cock deep within her. She craved feeling his thick cock graze and stimulate her pussy walls. She craved being filled to the point her belly bulged.

Y/n began to be delusional. She has never wanted to be knotted so badly, she wanted Atsumu’s knot. She wanted to be bred.

Aware of her behavior and obsession with Atsumu, Y/n tried to meet other alphas… hoping any alpha would do but when she was approached by an alpha at the bar, her nose crinkled in disgust.

It was undeniable that Atsumu was all she wanted.

For a brief moment, she allowed herself to be greedy, to give in and savor all the seconds she could have with Atsumu. She convinced herself that if she took as much as she could from him, she could let him go and move on with their lives.

She fueled his obsession and possessiveness, allowing him to have his way with her, and ravish her body, mind, heart, and soul to his content. After all, she not only wanted something to remember him by but the same for him, even if it was just her body. She’ll make it so that he would only think of her when he would be with future omegas.  

They were constantly having sex everywhere and at any time, morning sex, second-morning sex, before-work sex, after-work sex, shower sex, and bedtime sex. As if they were in a constant heat and rut cycle. She was not blind to Atsumu’s attempts to mark her. Every time he took her from behind, she would freeze when his teeth would graze over her scent gland, where his teeth could puncture the sacred spot that should be reserved for her mate. Her hand would cover the spot but Atsumu has now locked her wrists together above her head.

Y/n has become weak for him, submissive per se, and allowed him to do what he pleases.

But she needed to put an end to it.

Whatever they were doing was unhealthy.

.

“Why – why are you doing this?” His voice wavered, his tone laced with pain.

She waited for him to return home from his daily training and as soon as he entered through their apartment doors, the bright smile he always had faded slowly as he felt the heavy atmosphere in the room. Y/n called for him to take a seat across from her before breaking both their hearts.

“We shouldn’t have even started this in the first place, ‘Tsumu.”  Y/n said calmly, but she was anything but calm.

“Don’t call me that, if you don’t want to be with me anymore you have no right to call me that!” A tear slid down his cheek. “Only the woman I love can call me that.”

Y/n held back her tears and swallowed hard before forcing the words out again. “Atsumu, this thing between us should not have even happened in the first place.”

“Why not?” he argued, “it was like you forced me or I forced you. Everything up until now has happened because we both wanted it, and both needed it. We needed each other!”

“Look at us, we know what happens when you cross that line between friends!”

“So what, we can be lovers now?” Atsumu shot back, roughly wiping his tears away. “We can be boyfriend and girlfriend and whatever more if you want, I don’t care. I just want to be with you. I just want to love you!”

As if a veil lifted, she suddenly realizes he loves her.

Y/n blinked, the tears that filled her eyes slipping down her cheeks as she heard his confession.

“You – you do? Like in a real relationship?” Y/n clarified with a careful tone. She didn’t want to misinterpret his words.

“Fuck yes. Do you want to be in a relationship? Then let’s make it official. Do you want to get married? Let’s get married. You want me to mark you, I’ll be glad to mark you to let the whole universe know you are mine…” Atsumu took steps until he was in front of her. When did she look so fragile, so small? He wrapped an arm around her back while his other hand cupped her cheek, wiping away the tear that slipped down her rosy cheek. “I want whatever you want, just as long as you are by my side. Whatever title you want, you can have it all.” He rests his forehead against hers. “But if you are to ask me, I want you as mine in every possible way.”

Y/n shut her eyes tightly. “Say it again,” her voice was barely above whispering, “say you love me again.”

“I love you, Miya Y/n.” Her eyes snapped open and Atsumu grinned, “you didn’t ask but I’m going to give you my last name, so no backs.” He rubbed the tip of his nose against hers, “tell me, Y/n… tell me you love me too.”

“I love you, Miya Atsumu. I love you.”

His life felt 99% complete, there was only that 1% left.

“Now, tell me you’re going to stay by my side for the rest of our lives?”

Y/n pressed her lips to his, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’m going to stay by your side for the rest of our lives.”

.

Her fingers tremble as the third pregnancy test reveals the same thing, a positive result.

“No… how…” she muttered to herself. She dropped it into the garbage can and massaged her temple.

She began experiencing symptoms that she couldn’t avoid and excuse any longer.

Craving, tenderness, and fatigue.

Everything that was pointing to what she was afraid of was pregnancy.

But how? Atsumu has never knotted her.

“Pregnancy can happen without a knot, it is not as common but it can still happen if you are extremely sexually active.” The doctor raised a brow, questioning, “especially if you are not using protection. Are you sexually active? Having unprotected sex more than four times a week?”

Y/n’s ears burned and she was embarrassed to answer the question.

She and Atsumu did use condoms but would forget, losing themselves to the feeling of skin on skin. Y/n was weak to Atsumu’s begging to always cum inside her. It was to feed his ego of knowing she had a part of him inside her at all times.

Her silence and flushed cheeks were all the doctor needed to know. “The chance of conceiving is much higher if you and your partner are extremely active, which is the case since you said your partner has yet to knot you?”

“That is correct,” Y/n answered meekly.

“With this confirmed pregnancy, there is a high percentage of you becoming an official omega.” They explained that Y/n would no longer be a hybrid, and would no longer have any alpha traits.

The doctor placed a booklet before her titled New Mommy and What to Expect and went through it briefly.

Y/n cleared her throat before asking, “my… partner is due for his rut soon… would it be okay to be knotted while… pregnant?”

Her doctor nodded and flipped to page 8, with big and bold letters at the top: Knotting during pregnancy. “You should be fine, if anything, your body will need your partner’s semen to nourish your pregnancy.”

.

Y/n shivered feeling the heavy pheromone throughout the apartment. Now, it made sense as to why she had been sensitive to his pheromone lately, her pregnancy hormones had enhanced all her senses. “Atsumu?”

Before she could check the kitchen, strong arms enveloped her in a tight bear hug. His hot body heat penetrated through her clothing and she was swallowed wholly by his pheromone at straight physical contact.

His nose buried into her neck as he inhaled sharply, “what took you so long?”

He knew of her appointment but it did run slightly longer than she anticipated.

Before she could answer him, he picked her up, throwing her over his shoulders and carrying her to his bedroom.

Y/n blinked, hands pressed against his lower back to steady herself… and at the same time comprehend the sight in front of her.

Atsumu’s bare ass. He was completely naked.

She is dropped onto his bed and is immediately pressed against the mattress with Atsumu’s body which somehow feels larger than usual, she feels so small under his body.

His mouth is hot and heavy on hers, his fingers already pulling and ripping off her clothes just to feel her naked flesh against his.

Y/n gasped, feeling his cock pressed against her abdomen, it sent a jolt to her pussy and she instantly felt herself wet.

Atsumu straddled her small body but kept his weight off of her. The only weight he had on her was the weight of his cock and heavy sacks against her lower abdomen. His eyes are glowing gold and dilated, a trait of an alpha in a rut cycle.

“Y/n,” he groaned, rocking his cock against her bare skin, seeking any sort of physical touch. He was fighting against losing control, he didn’t want to scare or hurt her. “I don’t want to hurt you… but my rut cycle… it can – I’ve been told I’m too rough… I might hurt you…”

Y/n cupped his cheek, “you will never hurt me, ‘Tsumu…”

He nuzzled against their palm, pressing a kiss to it. “I’m happy to hear… You’re made for me... right? You can take my everything I give you, right?”

She nodded her head like an obediently, eager to please. “Yes. Yes, I am made for you. I will take everything you give me, ‘Tsumu.” She widened her legs, offering herself to him, “hurry, give me your knot.”

Her approval and request are all Atsumu needed to hear to be tipped over the edge, to allow his rut cycle to take over and please Y/n.

He flipped her over onto her tummy and lift her ass, his palm came down onto her left cheek, making her yelp before moaning. He rubs his more than ready cock along her slits before pushing it deep within her warm pussy, stretching her to accommodate his rut-size cock.

Atsumu leaned over her, his whole body wrapped around hers from behind as he pressed a light kiss below her ear, murmuring, “relax for me…”

Y/n’s buried face against his comforters helped her control her breathing as she tried to accommodate the size change of his cock, something that was march larger and thicker than usual. Atsumu was already large and thick in the first place, but his rut-size cock was on another level.

“That’s it baby,” he cooed, feeling her ease up. He wasted no time ramming his cock, groaning as he nudged her cervix opening that immediately began spreading. “I’m going to knot you, baby. Give you the knot you deserve.” He leaned back, straightening himself before scooting them to the edge of the bed. He stepped off but kept Y/n remaining at the edge of the bed with her ass still in the same position, with that, he ram his knock repeatedly.

The bed squeaked along with the clapping of their skin on skin.

Atsumu’s fingers dug deeper into Y/n’s hips, pulling her back to meet his thrusts hard and fast, his cock stimulating quickly each time the tip of his cock would touch her cervix opening.

It wasn’t as common to knot on the first time but Atsumu is positive he will knot her. Her cervix has already propped open, encouraging and readily welcoming his knot.

And he will happily oblige.

He withdrew quickly, smirking at her whimper of emptiness. Flipping her onto her back, he smiled down at her and swiftly filled her with his cock once more. “I need to see your face the first time that I knot you.”

Her eyes enlarged, knowing knotting rarely occurred on the first try, at least for her during her rut cycle days.

“Your cervix has already opened for me,” he whispered hotly, fastening his hips. “Your body is ready for me, for my knot.”

Her eyes rolled back as he confirmed it, the tip of his cock pushed past her opening and locked in place. A loud moan escapes from Y/n’s lips as she tightens and curls against him.

His sack emptied its load of cum deep, filling her womb, breeding her.

Atsumu has been impatient, wanting to impregnate her soon, wanting to see her full and round. Wanting to meet their children who will take after Y/n.

He groaned in pain and pleasure. It was true to the rumors, knotting the person you love was different in all the best way possible. The intimate bond was indescribable.

His thumb massaged deep circles into her hip, trying to distract her from the pain of his knot. “You did so well, you’re taking my knot so well…” he murmured, pressing light kisses all over her face.

Atsumu is suddenly hit with a self-awareness of being selfish. He had never even discussed it with her about children yet, here, he had knotted her. It was a 99% chance of guaranteed pregnancy.

He dropped his head beside her and muttered an apology.

“Why are you sorry?” Y/n asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

He rolled them onto his back with her above him. He avoided her eyes, “I knotted you without asking if you would be okay with… being pregnant…” His eyes closed, unable to witness the expression she might give him.

“Atsumu, look at me.”

His eyes snapped open at the tone of her voice, one he had never heard her use on him. Panic surged through him as he searched her eyes. His eyes suddenly fell on her tits, noticing they looked slightly bigger than he remembered.

“My eyes, Atsumu, look at me.”

With flushed cheeks, he reverted his gaze to hers and swallowed. She shifted over his cock, his knot already begun to deflate.

“I had wanted to announce this much differently but… there’s no better time to announce it than now,” she giggled and reached for his hands and pressed them against her belly. “You see, I’m already pregnant.”

Atsumu’s world froze as he processed her last sentence. “Come – come again?”

Leaning down, she pressed her lips to his, “I’m already pregnant, Atsumu. We’re expecting.” Her eyes widened as she squealed, pressing her hands against his strong muscles. “Atsumu!” she shrieked. Atsumu’s cock that was still inside her had instantly become erect once again.

He groaned and pulled her down flushed against him. “My cock is just as excited…” That meant he would get to have all the raw sex, knowing his duty now is to supply her body with all his cum. Rocking his hips he slowly thrusts into her, ignoring how each time he withdrew, his cum would leak.

Y/n pushed against his chest until she settled on her elbows, trapping his head in between them. Her face hovers over his, “the doctor says my gender has officially changed, I’m an omega now. So, no more rut-cycles for me.”

“Good, you’re my omega now,” Atsumu thrust upward, his hand came around the back of her head and pressed her lips against his, “only mine.”

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» hinata eats pussy for you nd only you !

» his main focus is on your pleasure and you only

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» he's a messy eater too

» he'll lick up your cunt before stretching your leg up till your knees are hitting your chest so he'll have full access to your cunt, plus! he'll be able to watch your face contort in pleasure from his actions <3

» shoyo also loves it when you sit on his face.

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» he'll tug your thighs over his big shoulders and pin your hips down against the bed as he sucks on your clit till you're gasping and crying for him to slow down

» and when you're squirming and crying against him, your hands trying to push against his head, he'll tell you to stop being a baby, he'll tell you that you can take it, he'll tell you to shush, that he's trynna eat his pretty cunt and treat his pretty cunt good

» samu loves, loves, loves it when your thighs lock around his head, even when you're crying out for him to stop! you're so dumb that you can't even listen to your own body's needs, because its so obvious that your body wants samu and wants samu to keep touching your pussy

» he also loves it when you're crying for him about how good it is, he'll roll his eyes at your big crocodile tears even though he can feel his cock getting harder at the salty liquid dripping from your eyes because you're just his big dumb crybaby

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IWAIZUMI HAJIME

» iwa chan loves to eat your cunt <3

» big, strong, beefy iwa loves to be on his knees for you, always at your service

» he calls your pussy 'his pretty princess cunt" (and it gives you butterflies) and makes sure to always give it a little kiss when he can

» iwa practically makes out with your cunt. he'll loudly spit a glob of spit on your twitching clit before diving down and moving his sticky saliva against your cunt with his tongue

» gah something about Iwaizumi Hajime (27) athletic trainer between your legs, acting like you're the best thing that's ever happened to him, which you are, makes me head a fuzzy

» he's the best at giving you toes curling, back arching orgasms when he wants to, only when you've been good ofc! only good princesses get to cum, bad girls dont <3

» when you're being bratty he'll still eat you out, it's his own guilty pleasure and why would he deprive himself of it just being you're being a bit of a brat? but before you get to cum he'll pull away with a sticky pop

» he'll lick his lips while watching you cry and reach out for him, just because your brain is so empty, only thinking about iwa and only iwa

» but dont worry, he always makes you feel good, even if he has to break you down and piece you back together into his good princess ;)

+ jujutsu kaisen

YUUTA OKKOTSU

» pretty boy is obsessed with eating pussy

» he's so obsessed that if you're too tired from his licking and slurping, he'll move on to your stained panties, pressing them up against his face and licking against the parts stained with your arousal

» yuuta's been stuck with rika for so long, that when she finally gets exorcised and he's finally free from his curse, he'll be pouncing on you before you could even ask him why he was so eager

» he'll lick and suck your cunt from underneath your skirt, slightly covering his face because it makes him feel safe, especially when your thighs are locked around his head

» yuuta's face also burns a red, that could make blood jealous with how vibrant it is, when he eats you out

» his mind gets all hazy and eyes get all droopy when he's pussy drunk and he makes sure that when he's like that you're already all dumb and stupid so you're not able to make fun of him

» yuuta's so in love with the feeling of your tight cunt clenching around his tongue that he makes sure to try and shove it as far as he's able too.

» he slurps and kisses and is so loud whenever he eats, he makes sure to not leave a drop of you when he's done

» and yuuta's little gasps and groans into your cunt have to be the hottest things youve ever heard from him.

» little words of 'fuck' and 'so pretty' and 'so good' drop from his lips every so often

» he'll make sure to keep telling you how good you are for him and how you deserve everything

» and yuuta makes sure that when you've gotten all mouthy and pouty with him that he fucks you stupid enough with his tongue that by the time he's finished with you, you've completely forgotten why you were so mad in the first place and you've gone back to being yuuta's good girl

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CHOSO

» emo boyo eats pussy for your pleasure and your pleasure only.

» choso knows that you get so embarrassed and flustered when he eats you out, so it become his favourite new hobby to do <3

» he'll ignore his cock throbbing against his thigh, he'll ignore the feeling and shift his hips into the warm bedsheets, making sure to ground himself so that he'll be able to eat you out better.

» choso will take your wrists and pin them down against the bed at your side with his big calloused ones just because he wants to hear your cry out and whimper whenever his tongue touches you.

» gosh and he'll press kisses against your cunt, on your clit, and up the insides of your thighs just to feel you tremble in his arms.

» and he definitely softly scrapes his teeth against your clit just to get a reaction out of you if you're being a little too quiet.

» he'll press the warm length of his tongue against your slit, and his eye'll roll back and close to bask in your taste before completely devouring you whole with his tongue.

» choso'll eat your pussy for hours without even thinking bout touching himself

» he makes sure that you come so much that the whole bottom part of his face is covered in your slick.

» nd he'll only stop when your legs are shaking and your hands are trembling as you try to push his head away from your sensitive cunt

» choso will press an array of kisses against your puffy cunt, making sure to be as loud and obnoxious as possible with the sticky sounds just because he knows it gets your face all pink and flustered <3

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GETO SUGURU

» mr suguru treats eating you out as a reward

» he'll only eat you out if you've been a good girl for him

» and if you have, he'll make sure to give you most mind blowing orgasm till your brain short circuits

» suguru makes sure to put in good use of his hands because he knows how much you like em,

» he'll press his long fingers into your cunt and curl them at your spongy spot as he's makin use of his tongue by sucking and pressing tight circles against your cunt.

» sugu's sharp eyes'll always be watching your face as it scrunches and as tears roll down your puffy cheeks

» and just for fun, once in a while he'll pull away his mouth from you with a pop, licking his lips and sitting back on his heels to watch as your eyes widen in worry and your hands reach for him and lips pulling out a whimper, only for him to push you back and continue what he was doing

» he'll suck in his cheeks with his lips around your clit and bring his hands up to caress your body before making sure to grab at your hips and pin you down against the bed.

» your drooling cunt make suguru remember why he loves you, and why he picked you because you're so compliant to his touches, no matter what he's doing, or how he's feeling, you always keen into his touches and come crawling back for more

» whine and cry against his lips as you dumbly try and mumble out how good you're feeling and how good he's making you, he'll just tell you, mumbled by your cunt, that he knows, he knows

© simpsamaa2022

#jjk smut #geto smut #geto suguru smut #choso smut #yuuta okkotsu smut #yuuta smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #haikyuu smut #hq smut #osamu smut #miya smut #iwaizumi smut #hinata smut #gojo smut

[getoswhore]

bella, you'd absolutely rock this.

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

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

‘ DOWN THE DRAIN! — atsumu miya.

☰ ft : atsumu x f! reader

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

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

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

you can hear them, again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“whatever, even when you two come back—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“anything, sweetheart.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

it was like a fever dream.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“atsumu? where you at?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“‘m so close—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘ tags : @gabzlovesu, @sauza, @umiexe , @misss-chrisss, @tojiswhoreeee, @glorifiedwhore, @devilgirlcrybabiey, @kiitysstuff, @zorosbozo, @kenmasbimbo, @vanessafinessa473 ! >.<

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[torubeth]

when he comes back up from between your thighs for a breather, his eyes notice your clutched hands at your sides, nails digging into your palm and he wasn’t having it. leaning down to continue from where he left, he takes your hands in his and places it on his head, a gesture telling you to just pull his hair already.

or or or!!!!!!

he entwines your fingers with his, placing kisses on your wrist, your palm or wherever possible.

“fuck baby, you’re making me lose my goddamn mind”

that was the last thing he said before diving down between your thighs to resume his ministrations.

eren jaeger, suna rintarou, kuroo tetsurou, gojo satoru, miya atsumu, aki hayakawa, matsukawa issei (all characters aged up!)

#yours truly has officially graduated school #and she’s bored so this is the end result #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu timeskip #suna x reader smut #gojo smut #gojo x reader smut #eren smut #eren jeager smut #kuroo smut #aki hayakawa smut #csm smut #miya atsumu smut

[osamwah-archived]

gamer bf who's busy gaming with his friends but sees you pouting at him from his peripheral vision and unbuttons his pants, let's his pretty dick spring free and beckons you over to sit on it, and all of it without once moving his eyes from the monitor or his free hand off the keyboard

gamer bf who lands a sharp smack against your thigh, ass or clit whenever you clench around him, reminding you that you can't distract him right now and that you'll pay if he loses. jokes on him though, it just makes you clench even harder.

gamer bf who sees you sitting pretty under his desk, looking up at him with pleading puppy eyes and mutes himself on call and asks you "what is it that you want, bunny?" and chuckles when your eyes flutter to your crotch and back to your face in a fraction of a second, awaiting your permission.

gamer bf who can't help but think that you're so adorable when you're this eager to have his dick in your throat and let's you suck him off while he's playing under the condition that you'll be quiet and not cause any suspicion for the other people on call

gamer bf who purposefully groans and grunts when things happen in game to mask the fact that he's making the noises out of pure arousal and you can't help but feel so proud when you see his eyes roll back ever so slightly or his head falls back, whether it be from your hands, your pussy or your mouth. it was you who made him feel this way

gamer bf who finally excuses himself, pauses the game, throws his headphones in some corner of his room and now you have his full attention. you feel kinda intimidated by his intense glare but it also excites you because that is exactly what you wanted "c'mon bunny, finish what you started!"

gamer bf who won't let go of you until both of you came at least 5 times and are overstimulated to the point of tears, broken whimpers and needy cries, the game and his friends long forgotten. he has only you and your delicious nectars and adorable noises in mind for the rest of the night

xiao, scaramouche, cyno, rindou, kazutora, chifuyu, megumi, yuuta, toge, atsumu, kenma, suna, tanaka, belphie, satan

#genshin smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #obey me smut #haikyuu smut #tokyo revengers smut #xiao #scaramouche #cyno #rindou haitani #kazutora hanemiya #chifuyu matsuno #megumi fushiguro #yuuta okkotsu #toge inumaki #atsumu miya #kenma kozume #suna rintarou #tanaka ryuunosuke #obey me belphegor #obey me satan #lia's writings

[tojisprettywife]

{note: i rewrote this, with b.s.t (hope someone gets the reference 🧍🏻‍♀️) anyway i cried, it got deleted first. i’m sleepy, hopefully it’s okay. minors DNI.}

warnings: smut. characters! m! x f! reader. characters are aged up to 21.

inexperienced men. who for the very first time feel, what a pussy feels like. your gummy, warm walls clenching around his throbbing cock. the way he clenches his jaw and gritting his teeth, to regain composure from cumming almost immediately. “f-fuck…so tight ..”. your pulsing soft walls suck his cock in, barely holding himself up. the way his soft, silky locks fall on your chest as he’s hunched over you. only gasps, curses and more whimpers slipping out of his lips. “so.. t—tight.. shit..”. pushing his full length into, till the base, gripping the plush of your hips, a bit too hard, in meek attempts to stop himself from painting your tight walls white. after what seems like forever, he slowly moves his hips, each stroke, sending shivers down his spine. he leans down to kiss you, again in attempts to keep him from moaning loud. he pushes his tongue into your mouth, his tongue lapping yours. but soon, the kissing gets sloppy, saliva dripping down both your chins. he leans down, burying his face into the crook of your neck. his teeth grazing the base of your neck, as his hips erratically, in haste buck against yours. the sound of his balls slapping against your ass, filling the room combined with his little whimpers and yours. “i-i’m cum-ming… f-fuck” he buries himself to the hilt, pushes himself even deeper, his tip bruising your cervix. his eyes squeezed shut, biting down your shoulder lightly. his cock, pumping ropes of milky, sticky cum. his cock twitching inside you, panting against your neck. just as he catches his breath, your walls convulse around his twitching cock, overstimulating. “o- fuckkk.. f..ck” barely able to form coherent sentences, slurring his words. burying his face into the pillow, beside your head, to stifle his moans. muffled moans, teary eyes as one hand gripped your waist tightly, bruising them lightly and the other hand gripping the sheets, crumpling them. his first feel of a vaginal orgasm. he presses soft kisses from your jawline to your neck, “it feels… so good.. one more time?.. please baby?..”. no longer will his hands suffice for him, as he felt what heaven feels like, you.

~ Choso Kamo, Gojo Satoru, Oikawa Toru, Nagi Seishiro, Inumaki Toge, Miya Atsumu, Naoya Zenin, Yuuji Itadori, Kageyama Tobio + whoever you want 😵‍💫

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[kuroosdarling]

‎♡‧₊˚ ꒰ FEATURING ꒱ virgin!atsumu

‎♡‧₊˚ ꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI !! virginity loss, unprotected sex, overstimulation, tsumu and reader fuck each other dumb oops

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"what did ya do to me?” atsumu gasps out, resting his forehead onto yours before he starts moving again.

he can’t help erratically rutting into you, feeling your slick walls coat his cock, driving him further into insanity. the constant pulses your cunt emitted pulls him in a haze, fucking his cum further into you. the way you squeeze him so tightly was going straight to his head, clouding his vision until all he could feel was you.

he never knew it could feel this good. it honestly felt better than any win on the court, higher than any high he’s ever had. something was coursing through his veins, egging him on to push himself as deep as he could into your warm, welcoming cunt.

once you showed him where the clit was, it was game over. he had surprised you, he was a natural. but then again, he was always good at striving to be the best.

and you were being so good for him, laying there and taking it, guiding him with your legs wrapped around his waist. but what else would he expect from his cute manager. the one who had welcomed him to the team with a sweet smile and constant reassurance. he didn’t realize he had gotten any special treatment from you until bokuto commented on it. that’s when he knew you might’ve liked him. and that’s when he decided to make his clumsy move.

it doesn’t matter how many times you’ve cum or how he had already cum, he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. he kept spilling into you while simultaneously spilling out all the feelings he’s kept locked inside. it was like a dam breaking, once it started it couldn’t stop.

“cant believe i’m the one that gets to fuck ya.” he moans in your ear, hips stuttering against you before finding his pace again. the room was filled with the sound of your bodies slapping together, his balls feverishly clapping against your ass.

he knew he sounded whiny — but he didn’t care. not when every fiber of his being was on fire, the amount of pleasure was overwhelming. the overstimulation was starting to bite at him but there was no way he could stop, even if he wanted to. absolutely addicted to the way your body melded with his.

“shit-” you gasp out, clawing more into his back. the sensation of you drawing small scratches into him brought him back down to reality for a moment, letting out a deep groan.

his eyes quickly found yours as he tried to assess if you were feeling as good as he was feeling. but judging by the way those breathy moans and whimpers of his name were flowing out of your mouth, he hoped he was doing a good job. but he needed you to say it.

“does it feel good? when i fuck ya like this?” he pants, leaving open mouth kisses along your throat. his words were laced with insecurity despite his cocky question, absolutely desperate to know the answer.

“feels so good ‘tsumu.” your words slur together. the nickname caught him off guard and pride swells in his chest, driving him to drive into you harder, grabbing your legs and throwing them over his shoulders. the new position angled him deeper, and he knew he was a goner.

“fuck m’gonna cum again.” he panted out, driven by the need to fill you up more. he felt himself getting tired but he didn’t want to stop, not when you were babbling out for him. breathing wasn’t the priority right now, you were. tears pricked along his last line as his hips stuttered into you, trying to push himself all the way past your wall and lodge himself into your heart.

everything with blank for a moment, white filling his vision as he came in spurts, practically moaning out your name as he emptied himself into you. the way your walls were fluttering around him prolonged his orgasm and he could barely hold on, roughly gripping onto your waist as his lifeline.

but he wasn’t done.

after cumming twice already, overstimulation was ripping into him, the pain shooting directly into his tip. but the pleasure easily outweighed it. especially with the way your slick walls were clinging onto his cock, almost as desperate for him as he was for you. he knew he had another one left in him.

the two of you were drenched in sweat and who knows what else. but he had never seen you look more beautiful as you laid under him, pulling at him for more. his cock twitched at the sight, and he was more than ready to deliver what you both craved.

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[sluttsumu]

☆ — ft. atsumu miya + getting leaked

warnings: 18+, tsumu being nasty

a/n: a little thought of mine, i can totally imagine msby being up in arms because there’s an “alleged” video out.

atsumu is a nightmare for msby’s pr team.

at this point no one is even surprised when there’s a new viral vid on twitter of him fucking you from behind or stuffing his face in your ass. the lewd photography the two of you take may never have your faces in them but, it’s definitely you two, everyones knows that.

he has no shame, and neither do his teammates. the most recent scandal was a video of him fucking you in the new pair of handcuffs that seemed to get everyone’s attention.

it was another ordinary day for him as he walked in the locker room to see everyone on their phones after practice. the air was tense and everyone was thinking the same thing, he knew that they’d seen it and they were wondering why he didn’t care.

kiyoomi was the first to break the silence, as expected.

“so….miya”

atsumu flips his towel over his shoulder not even sparing his friend a glance. “how many times did you cum from watching it?” he cockily chuckled leaving the rest of the locker room in awe.

“SO IT IS YOU” bokuto exclaimed before starting to laugh along side hinata.

“i have no idea what you’re talkin’ about bo-kun”

the devil was a liar, and so was atsumu miya.

despite lying to his team claiming that the video wasn’t his, he enjoyed toying with the curiosity of others.

sakusa muttered a small “tch” under his breath as he reached into his pocket for his phone.

the video started playing.

atsumu’s lips curl into a smile as he finally turns to face the rest of the locker room as sakusa holds his phone to the blondes face. “that’s literally your girlfriend, miya.”

experiencing it was one thing but watching it was something else. the 20 second video played over and over again of your face stuffed into the sheets as atsumu fucked you full of his cum, your muffled whining echoed throughout the room until sakusa finally turned his phone off.

“she sounds pretty doesn’t she?” he smirked.

everyone was guilty to getting off to you, and atsumu knew that, it simply boosted his pride.

grabbing his bag his walks to the door, but doesn’t leave until spewing condescending words just to keep his friends on their toes.

“knock yourselves out.”

the door closes behind him meanwhile everyone looks at each other confused before receiving a collective notification, to a google drive with all of your porn on it.

© — SLUTTSUMU 2023

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[ilylovelyz]

⍣ ೋ the times they cried because of you

☆ includes ushijima, iwaizumi, atsumu, kageyama, bokuto

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI — he never cries. you met this guy when the two of you were young freshman in high-school, and you quickly became a good friend of his. that being said, you never saw him cry. even when the two of you began dating in your senior year, you still never did. years passed, and it was the same as the previous years. sure, he occasionally got upset, but even then, he still put on a stoic display, never really letting you in on that side of him. even at your wedding, he sure showed some emotion but he didn't cry. then came the birth of your first child.

"she's so cute, isn't she 'toshi..?" you said weakly, forehead still damp with sweat, bodu trembling with the aftershocks of your hard, long labor. your eyes fluttered open, focusing on the sight of your dear wakatoshi holding your newborn baby.

your heart fluttered at the soft image of your husband holding the tiny baby closely again his chest, his forehead mere inches away from the baby's forehead. it was barely there, barely noticeable. if it weren't for the reflection of light, then you wouldn't have been able to see the way his eyes were glazed over, corners red, tears brimming at the borderlines of his eyes.

he was so memorized, so in love with this product of you, this product of his and your love. god, you just make him the happiest guy on earth.

with a grunt, he sniffled lightly, trying to mask his emotions. "yeah.."

IWAIZUMI HAJIME — he hates crying. but being the responsible and knowing person he is, he knows that crying is inevitable. but the "strong", reliable guy in him wants to punch himself every-time he feels his eyes sting at the feel of salty tears brimming at his waterline. unbeknownst to you, he would avoid you every-time he felt like he was going to cry, usually hiding in the locked confides of the bathroom. he thought he was hiding it well, until one fateful day where it all came crashing down..

"haji?" you said on the other side of the door. he immediately shot up, his eyes darting to the doorknob. he always made sure to lock it, but today, he was just so exhausted and down that the idea of a lock was forgotten. crap, "hey wait-," before he could even rise up from his slouched kneeling position on the bathtub's side, you opened the door unknowingly. "i just need my–hajime?"

there he was, in all of his fucking glory, hunched over, his face long and clearly expressing his hurt feelings. his heart fell to his stomach, his vision going cloudy as his day just kept getting worse. "hajime?" you called out once more, only your tone had softened, more light and tender. you reached a hand out to him, eyes full of concern. he couldn't help but jolt away from your hand, eyebrows furrowing at your softness.

he didn't like your tone. why are you looking at him like that? like some sad kicked puppy lost in the middle of nowhere? it made him feel so small, so weak. "haji.. are you okay?" you whispered, crouching down to his level outside of the bathtub. you attempted yet again to touch the side of his face, lightly pressing your fingertips against his cheekbone before fully pressing your palm against the side of his face.

his lips trembled as he was just a second away from breaking down, his eyes locked on a single object as to hold on to the last of his will. you sighed softly at his resistance, of course he wouldn't want to cry in front of you, but you don't understand why, afterall, what makes a person weak for crying? "it's okay, hajime."

with that, fat tears finally ran down his cheeks, his eyes shutting close as he finally broke at your words. he could only grab onto your hand as you climbed into the tub, his head going straight into your chest as he sobbed and wailed.

MIYA ATSUMU — surprisingly, you've seen this guy cry many of times before. he cried when getting accepted into nationals, winning nationals, just crying at things any normal person would do. but he never cried for you. no, he held himself to higher standards. he'd never cry for someone, not even for you. yeah, he loved you, but he wasn't about to cry for someone like a little child. all high and mighty, he never thought you would actually have an affect on him like you do now. him being someone who wears his heart proudly on his sleeve, he found himself getting into an argument late at night with you, too prideful to back down.

"are you serious atsumu?! you know i'd never do that!" you yelled, voice hoarse and scratchy due to the ongoing screaming match between you and your boyfriend. "oh really?! then why were ya' 'll over that fucker earlier? huh?!" he yelled back, pointing out the way you were seemingly flirting with a guy at the club earlier.

but you weren't? you would never do that, you're not a scum. "what?! we were just talking?! am i not allowed to TALK to people atsumu?" you scoffed, arms crossing defensively. "if you wanna consider talking as flirting, then let's talk about that girl you were laughing with the other day? huh? let's talk about that!"

his eyebrow raised at your counter, fumbling nervously as he wondered what to say. "w-wh- you know what?! fuck you! i don't know why i'm even dating a bitch like you!" he said, almost immediately regretting his words when he saw the way your eye's widened at his harsh words. the apartment was finally silent as you registered his words, he wishes you had any sort of expression on your face, but you had nothing but a stoic and emotionless face.

"okay then," you finally said, arching your eyebrow in a taunting way, resting your hand down on your hip. "bye." you followed, grabbing your bag and your keys, turning your back on him.

he watched, frozen in his spot as you exited out the apartment with your composure. his body jolted when he heard the slam of the front door, finally letting out that breath he was unknowingly holding. he scoffed at what you said, clenching his jaw tightly as he tried to hold onto his pride. "damn it." he said.

he felt the tear roll down his cheek before he could even register that he was crying. "..damn it!"

KAGEYAMA TOBIO — to him, life is volleyball. his childhood consisted nothing of volleyball, and so will his adulthood. maybe his obsession with volleyball was a little extreme, but you never really minded. he respected you greatly for your patience, he wasn't dumb, he knew that his priority of volleyball was evident, so he always tried to make it up to you by spending time with you whenever you wanted. but it seemed like after awhile, he began to take your patience for granted. it wasn't until the nth time when he didn't show up for the nth date was when he realized.

kageyama was careful to shut the front door as quiet as he could, tiptoeing as he took off his shoes and walked throughout the dark hallways and into the master-bedroom. he jolted like a cat when he sat you sitting up on the side of the bed, back facing the doorway.

"y-you scared me. what are you doing up at this time? it's nearly 10PM." he stuttered obliviously. it was silent for a few seconds before you sighed, slowly turning your head to face him. "you forgot." you muttered before turning back to look at the wall. forgot? forgot what? it was then he noticed the way your hair was done, still clad in a pretty dress.

"o-oh.. the date! i-i'm sorry y/n, i promise i can make it up to you"— "don't bother." you interrupted, voice stern yet monotonous. what do you mean 'don't bother?' you love going on dates don't you? his lips pursed into a straight line, chewing on his bottom lips nervously. "w-what do you mean? i really promise, this thursday i have a free day.." he trailed off when you suddenly stood up from the bed.

"i mean that i think we should break up." his heart dropped at your words, eyes widening. break up? his mouth was agape, mind spinning with different solutions and apologies. before he could detest, you walked over to the corner of the room, pulling up a suitcase that he didn't even notice.

"b-but why? you said yourself that me and you are meant to be together?" he cried out, quickly rushing over to your side and grabbing onto your wrist. he watched your face closely, eyes taking note of every single feature of yours. you inhaled deeply, still refusing to look at him.

"i said that when we were in high-school and didn't have any major responsibilities. things have changed, we aren't in high-school any more. you're now a pro-volleyball player with big responsibilities, and i'm.. someone who clearly has too much time on their hands, wasting it on someone who can't give me any of theirs. it's not your fault, kageyama, but we just don't align anymore."

you finally said, tugging your hand away from his grasp. before you could take a step, his hands were once again on you, gripped onto your shoulders, forcing you to look at him. "but.. you said you would be there for my game at nationals.." he whimpered out, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

it was then, when you were finally walking out of his apartment, out of his life, was when he finally did realize, that maybe, he did take your patience for granted..

BOKUTO KOUTARO — this guy cries a lot. he's cried so many times you might have to start writing it down somewhere. he rarely masks his emotions, he's an open book. thats what you love so much about him, that he's so open and honest. you love the way he's so eager and sweet, you love the way he's always willing to talk to you and so damn clingy it's like you have your own personal koala. aside from the times he's happy, he's sad, sad because he didn't perform well, or because you didn't kiss him. but you never really made him cry, you'd never do that. or so you thought.

"y/n!! i missed you!" you hear a booming voice yell, his footsteps speeding up at the sight you. he paid no mind when you didn't respond to him, as you were currently hunched over the your work desk, laptop gleaming at you brightly. your back was turned to him, so you were basically calling him for a back hug.

"y/n!" — "not now koutaro." you interrupted, tone serious and stern. he raised his eyebrows at you with surprise, his arms a few inches away from your shoulders as they stilled in their preparation to hug you. "babe? is something wrong?" he asked curiously, lips pouting at your stern denial. you never decline a hug. you love them. right?

"i'm working. can't you see that?" you spit out, sighing deeply. you pull away your cramping fingers away from your keyboard, rubbing them over your sore eyes. "my gosh." you mumble under your breath, eyebrows intensely furrowed with stress. you had been working for a few hours straight, staring at nothing but a bright screen with words that were becoming incoherent to you.

you yelp out when you're suddenly pulled from your chair, being lifted up into bokuto's strong arms as he spins you around. "don't be so sad!" he says cheerfully, hoping to cheer you up with a big warm hug. only— this seems to make you mad. "put me down, koutaro!" you yell, pushing his chest away and forcing him to practically drop you.

"don't you see i'm working?! why are you so damn clingy? you're so annoying, god, why don't you just leave me alone?" you spit out. your words are like venom, stinging his heart greatly as his hair is quickly deflating once your words reach his ears. you simply return to your laptop once you've finished, typing mindlessly once more.

him? annoying? he didn't mean to annoy you..

he couldn't help but softly whimper, left standing in shock. he opened his mouth to say something before your previous words were reminding him to stay silent—leave me alone. he clutched his palms, looking at your turned back with teary eyes. he hopes you don't find him annoying for long..

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[teamatsumu]

kinktober 2023 - haikyuu edition

So here is the complete masterlist i did for kinktober 2023, and it is an all haikyuu special! I’m excited to share all these with you and I hope you like them!

Day 1: THIGH RIDING - Miya Atsumu x reader

Day 2: THREESOME - Bokuto Koutaro x reader x Akaashi Keiji

Day 3: PHONE SEX - Oikawa Tooru x reader

Day 4: SHOWER/TUB - Sakusa Kiyoomi x reader

Day 5: MUTUAL MASTURBATION - Kageyama Tobio x reader

Day 6: ORAL - Terushima Yuuji x reader

Day 7: ORGASM DENIAL - Matsukawa Issei x reader

Day 8: DOMINATION - Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader

Day 9: SKINNY DIPPING - Hinata Shoyo x reader

Day 10: VIDEO TAPING - Suna Rintarou x reader

Day 11: STRANGERS - Iwaizumi Hajime x reader

Day 12: PUBLIC PLAY - Tendou Satori x reader

Day 13: GROUP SEX - Seijoh 4 x reader

Day 14: AGE DIFFERENCE - Ukai Keishin x reader

Day 15: MORNING SEX - Bokuto Koutaro x reader

Day 16: DADDY - Miya Osamu x reader

Day 17: DIRTY TALK - Miya Atsumu x reader

Day 18: HAIR PULLING - Kozume Kenma x reader

Day 19: SPANKING - Iwaizumi Hajime x reader

Day 20: SCRATCHING - Bokuto Koutaro x reader

Day 21: WINDOW - Suna Rintarou x reader

Day 22: KNOT - Miya Osamu x reader

Day 23: VOYEURISM - Kageyama Tobio x reader x Oikawa Tooru

Day 24: CAR - Miya Atsumu x reader

Day 25: COCKWARMING - Sugawara Koushi x reader

Day 26: DEGRADATION - Sakusa Kiyoomi x reader

Day 27: HATE SEX - Kuroo Tetsuro x reader

Day 28: DOUBLE PENETRATION - Kita Shinsuke x reader x Miya Osamu

Day 29: BRAT TAMING - Kita Shinsuke x reader

Day 30: OVERSTIMULATION - Sugawara Koushi x reader

Day 31: BREEDING KINK - Miya Osamu x reader

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[mavrintarou]

Lord Miya Atsumu [2]

Sneaking this in. I'll alternate (try) between updating with this one and Wipe Your Eyes.

Warning: smut; angst; this chapter could be triggering - mentions of suicide (SPOIL ALERT: reader does not realize she's pregnant & miscarried) Note: I'm just sneaking away... I don't have a time frame as to when I'll post again. Please be patient with me. Love you all.

First part > third part

He placed a finger on his lips, gesturing for her to be silent, and led Y/n away to a secluded alley.

“Eunhyuk!” Y/n whispers, looking back to see if her maid has noticed her absence.

He looks back before stopping and whipping his hat off and pulling the mask down. His choice of attire was completely different from what she knows, and his hair is shorter than she remembers.

Eunhyuk gazed at her, his eyes gentle and longing. “Y/n.”

She smiles, it was a year since she last saw him. “Eunhyuk,” she calls his name softly.

He enveloped her in his arms, one hand protectively cradling the back of her head. “I’ve been waiting for you to leave for so long….” he uttered. He pulled back, his face revealed the anguish he felt as he continued, “I… I came back too late.” He swallowed hard, the pain is evident in his expression.

Her arms squeezed around him for a split second, she allowed herself to hug him just for a split second before pulling away. She exhales deeply, forcing a smile as her heart drops. “I’m sorry too, Eun. It happened so fast, and I had…” she swallowed, “I had no say in it.”

Eunhyuk was her first love. Someone who shared the same dreams as her, dreams of marrying and having children together. 

His eyes pinned hers, “does he make you happy?”

“Yes,” she whispered, deceiving him with her words.

The boy who had loved her for over fifteen years was well aware of how awful of a liar she was.

“Y/n,” he softly called her name, his voice filled with earnestness. “I’m going to ask you one more time, does he truly make you happy?”

Her head drops and her voice cracks, “I don’t know. It has been… tough. Dreadful. But he… has been looking at me differently lately.”

“Can you love him?”

She looks at him with pleading eyes. “Eunhyuk…”

“My Lady!” Mirei shouts breathlessly, she runs towards them standing in between. She protectively stands before Y/n, looking at Eunhyuk. “Who are you and what have you done to my Lady?!”

“Mirei,” Y/n calls her name quietly, “this is my friend, he is not a threat. I promise.”

Her maid looks at her with uncertainty, “he took you!”

“It’s okay,” Y/n assures, “he means no harm.” She looks at Eunhyuk, “I must return.” And you mustn’t look for me again, she silently pleads, nudging Mirei.

When she reached the end of the alley, Y/n turned around one last time to see Eunhyuk no longer there.

“I will not speak of today to my Lord, but you mustn’t do that ever again.” Mirei whispered, “promise me.”

“I promise.” Y/n smiles, “I won’t do that ever again.”

“You mustn’t see that man again.”

Y/n takes a deep breath and smiles comforting, “okay, I won’t see him again.”

. .

Lord Atsumu did not return by Y/n’s bedtime, so she heads to bed in her chamber.

As tired as she was, she was unable to sleep as her mind would fall onto her encounter with Eunhyuk earlier.

Miya Atsumu sat in front of her with his parents at his side.

“Y/n,” her mother grabs her hand, “Miya Atsumu is here today to ask for your hand in marriage.” Y/n’s eyes bulge before looking at Atsumu, who has been staring at her with a blank cold look. “Your father and I believe this will be a wonderful connection between both families.”

“But Eunhyuk will –“

Her mother shushes her, whispering, “it has been one year already, he may not be returning.”

Y/n shook her head with pleading eyes. She has known Miya Atsumu since they were young, he has been nothing but means to her, and as adults – neither of them has ever spoken a word to the other.

“Can we have some time to discuss this matter?” Her mother asked politely.

Atsumu’s father nodded, he was an older version of his son. “Please let us know as soon as possible,” he looks at Y/n and smiles, “Y/n grew up with our sons and we see that she is the best fitting for our son. If you would consider our son, we will ensure that your future will be nothing but bright.”

As soon as the Miyas left, her mom grabbed her hand. “Do you not find Atsumu likable at all?”

“It’s not that mom, Atsumu is… Atsumu.” Their parents had always brushed off the times Y/n would cry running to the parents – speaking through sobs at how Atsumu was being mean. “We just… I don’t think we’re compatible with each other…”

She takes a deep breath, “I beg you, Y/n, save your family’s name and marry Atsumu.” She did not need to speak of her older sister’s marriage failure that caused their family name to be tarnished. Y/S/N was promised marriage after she had fallen pregnant only to have the father of her child abandon them. Humiliated and ashamed, she took her own life along with her unborn child.

“Eunhyuk has been gone for over a year now. He has not written or sent any message to let you know of his return. Are you going to waste your life waiting for him? What if he is already married?”

Y/n shook her head, “Eunhyuk would never do that… he loves –“

“Do not… walk in your sister’s shoes Y/n. You would only break your own heart. It is best you marry Atsumu – they will secure your future and restore our family name.”

Y/n lets out a deep sigh, it does no good to dwell in the past.

Eunhyuk and her fate were not meant to be in this lifetime.

Sleep consumed her and she had only a short taste of her dream before she was woken up by her husband's head nuzzled against her naked chest.

His dark brown bangs brush against her chest, tickling her skin. He was already in between her legs, naked.

Y/n moans softly, feeling the tip of his cock brushing against her clit as he rocks his hips. She cradles his head against her chest, “Atsumu…”

He lets her nipple go with a pop sound and looks up at her. “I thought you would wait up for me?”

Her hand cups his face, “sorry, I got tired… and I didn’t know if you wanted me to.”

“We have a baby to make, right?”

Her hand flinches away from his face as she remembers her role. “Correct…”

Lord Atsumu lifts one leg over his shoulder before pressing himself into her core. Groaning by the second until his entire cock is sheath inside of her hot wet walls.

He has her bent awkwardly before grabbing her other leg and locking his arms behind her knees and bending her fully in half. His hips rut hard and fast as his mouth finds her in a messy and hot kiss.

She breaks away and gasps, “Ah… Atsumu…”

His teeth find the skin on her neck, and he bites hard.

She winces.

“What did you do today?” he whispers hoarsely, letting go of the skin.

 Her toes curl, feeling the tingling sensation. “I – I found… some textile…”

“Textile?” His hips slow tremendously, torturing her with slow but deep thrusts. “For what?”

“Ah – baby… for the baby…” she utters.

He laughed, mockingly. “Well, first we need to make one…” His hips smack hers, hard and fast. His heavy sacks bounce back and forth against her ass and the room fills with lewd skin slapping.

Her nails dig into his skin, holding on to him tightly. “A – Atsumu – slow down… please…”

That only made him go faster. Harder.

Until he stops, groaning as he paints her walls with his seed.

She wakes up a couple of hours later, trapped by her husband’s heavy arms and legs from behind. He was still very much inside of her, plugging her so his seed doesn’t escape after the many rounds.

Y/n lay there, recalling how different he was last night compared to the last time. He wasn’t gentle or passionate, but rough and possessive, like the very first time.

She barely moved but could feel how sore she was.

“Stop moving…” a low voice grumble.

Y/n freezes and her heart races as she feels something become hard inside of her. “Atsumu –“ she protested but recoiled when he gave shallow thrusts. “No – no more…”

She rolled onto her stomach and his weight held her down, “one more, just in case.”

Her body was weak, sore, and exhausted so she could not even fight him off. Her hand gripped her bedding, just waiting for it to be over.

.

Y/n jolts awake to her husband missing. Slowly sitting up, she grips her comforters close to her chest.

The day had already started, and she had no idea what time it was. Why hasn’t Mirei come to wake her?

Her head snapped when she heard an excruciating whimper.

Scrambling to get up, she slipped a few times and winced once she stood up. She could barely dress properly before leaving her room. From her doorway, her eyes widened in shock.

Mirei was tied to the pillar with a guard whipping her calves.

Lord Atsumu standing there, with his arms crossed against his chest.

“What are you doing?!” Y/n yelled, limping along the porch. She treads across the courtyard barefooted and stands against her husband, glaring at him. “What is the meaning of this?”

“Meaning?” he mocked, “did you really think I wouldn’t know how you secretly took off with that half-breed yesterday?”

Her eyes widen.

“Your maid here is getting the punishment she deserves for keeping it away from me.” He looks at the guard, signaling for him to continue. “She should be thankful I’m only giving her fifty whips.”

“Fifty!” Y/n exclaimed, her gaze turning towards Mirei, whose pale calves bore red whip marks of pain and anguish. Y/n then looked at her husband, desperation unmistakable in her eyes, and pleaded, “please, stop. It… it was all my fault. She does not deserve this.”

“Then you can take her place,” he responded callously, showing no hint of remorse.

Tears filled her eyes. Angry tears.

Atsumu couldn’t help but flinch at the intensity of her piercing gaze and the icy tone of her voice as she replied, “fine, I will.”

His eyes narrowed in disbelief as if he never expected her to actually agree to it.

She turned around and wiped her tears and he watched her walk up to the pillar, untying her maid and helping her off to the side. “I will take this, Mirei.”

The older woman shook her head, “no, no, my Lady, it is my fault –“

“It is not,” Y/n cuts off with a smile, “it is my fault for believing someone like him can change.”

She takes three steps back and lifts her yukata above her knees.  Her eyes lock dead on with her husband. “I will take the remaining whips.”

Atsumu’s eyes were cold, “all for a man?”

As if to puncture his ego and pride, she retorted angrily, “all for Eunhyuk.”

Without another word, Atsumu jerked his head at the guard who held the whip. He hesitated, looking between his Lord and his Lady. “What are you waiting for?” Atsumu snapped.

Y/n remained resolute, her gaze unflinching even as the first, second, and third blows landed upon her. Her eyes remained locked onto his, unwavering with each agonizing lash.

Throughout all the years he had known her, the gentle and tender Y/n, the one he used to tease, the one who always followed him and Osamu around, and the one who would cry at the slightest provocation as a child, Atsumu could have never fathomed that the resolute woman standing before him, enduring the lashes on behalf of her maid, was the very same person.

He was the first to break eye contact when he noticed the trickling crimson stains dripping down her legs. He inhales sharply before turning away and walking away from the scene.

. .

“I’m okay, Mirei.” Y/n murmurs for the third time, trying to reassure her maid. However, her words do little to console Mirei, who silently weeps while tending to the open wounds on Y/n’s calves.

Y/n endures a total of forty-two lashes and by the fiftieth, her strength wanes, and she collapses onto her knees. Her chapped lips quiver, swollen from the force of biting down on them.

Mirei and a few other servants hurried over to check on their Lady as soon as the guard stepped back, shaken. He dropped down onto one knee, head bowed and he apologized quietly.

“Take her to her room,” Lord Atsumu ordered from the porch. “Attend to her legs.”

They laid her down on her stomach and carefully tried to peel the yukata off the bleeding wounds. Y/n grimaced in pain as the material was pulled off.

“Grab hot water and the ointment!” Mirei shouted, ordering a different servant to duty.

“Don’t forget… to tend yours too…” Y/n reminded with a small smile.

“Don’t worry about me, my Lady…” Mirei choked back a sob, “I failed to protect you.”

. .

For the second consecutive day, Atsumu stood outside Y/n’s door, receiving only vague updates from his servants about her condition. Y/n adamantly denied him entry to her chambers, and as much as it pained and frustrated him, he intended to respect her wishes. However, his patience was wearing thin, and he found himself growing increasingly frustrated.

The weight of regret burden his shoulders as the internal voice assailed him relentlessly. If only Y/n had obeyed him and remained within the compound like a submissive wife. If only she hadn’t secretly met Eunhyuk. If only he hadn’t punished Y/n’s loyal maid, Y/n wouldn’t be trapped in this unfortunate situation. If only he had prevented a single lash from befalling her…

He should have set his pride and ego aside and picked her up when she collapsed and carried her to her chamber. He should have tended to her wounds. He should have apologized.

Instead, he clenched his teeth in frustration and wounded ego as the maids assisted her in walking past him and toward her chamber. Despite his presence, she refused to acknowledge him and disappeared into her chamber. He chose to ignore the ache in his chest and silently watched as she never turned to look at him.

Mirei emerged from the Y/n’s room, deliberately disregarding his presence.

“How is she?” he asked, his tone tinged with authority, seeking an update on Y/n’s condition.

The older woman paused briefly before responding, “she is running a fever, my Lord.”

Panic gripped him upon hearing the news. “What do you need? Why hasn’t the doctor been called?” he asked urgently, willing to do whatever was necessary to ensure Y/n received the care she needed.

“If you wish, but my Lady has refused any service from you.” With that, she walked away leaving Atsumu stunned and hopeless.

He stood there like a fool, watching his servants enter and exit his wife’s chamber in hopes to catch a glimpse of her but they had covered his view with a shoji screen.

Atsumu found himself pacing down her chambers, sitting across from her door, waiting patiently for her exit.

After what felt like an eternity, Y/n finally emerged from her chamber, intentionally avoiding any eye contact with him as she walked past. He swiftly caught hold of her maid, pulling her aside while trailing behind Y/n, desperately calling out her name. He refrained from physically touching her, fearful that it would only further dismiss him. “Please, talk to me,” he pleaded desperately, his voice filled with desperation. She continued to ignore him, causing Atsumu to notice her limp. Concern etched across his face, he asked, “do you need help?”

“I will no longer have faith in your assistance, my Lord,” she snapped, dismissing his offer of help without a second thought.

Atsumu flinched upon hearing her address him by his title instead of his name. He had just started to cherish the endearment of her calling him by his given name, and now it felt like a distant memory.

She continues to limp away, and he follows her, “I let my anger get the best of me that day – I should have never allowed you to take –“

“Please!” She cries, stopping to turn around and look at him. Tears pooled in her eyes, ready to fall. “Just... stop.” His breath hitched and he wanted badly to speak but held himself back. “It does not change any –“

Atsumu panics when she hunches over, clutching her abdomen, and lets out a painful cry. “Y/n!”

Her legs wobbled and finally gave out and he caught her before she could collapse. He tries to hold her, asking what is going on when his white tabi is splattered with red blotches. He grabs her kimono, lifting it slightly and chills run down his spine as blood is dripping down her inner legs.

“Call the doctor!” . . .

E/n: what a mess... I'm thinking this will be completed in three parts - stay tuned for the last chapter. I can’t recall if I stated if Atsumu had blond hair in Lord Suna series… but he has his natural hair color in this series 😅 Slightly edited.

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[forusomimiya]

Atsumu moans like a slut. It's a fact.

He knows that his moans, high or low, create a swirl in your belly, reminding you of how weak you are every time you hear them. Inevitable to hear even though they are a perfect fucking melody, so well intoned, that when they enter your ear, they send a shock straight to your pussy and you, clearly, can only moan in response.

“Ahh darling... so tight you can't stop moaning every time you take me. So much - shit - s-so much you missed me? Huh?"

His moans have become long and drawn out, like torture, sweet torture. Your vision blurs as you find you can't concentrate and you stop resisting the beautiful guttural sound Atsumu sings in your ear.

"Mhmmm babe close... ‘m so - so close nngh shit- hah...so close to fill you up, make you mine... ’cause you want it, don't you? You - want me s-so, soo bad?

You nod, entwining your legs around his waist and urging him to pick up the pace before with a muted warning, making Atsumu to struggle to hold on to the squeeze on his cock, he knows you're cumming with him.

"Yeah - yeah that's it... cum with me pretty girl, remember who - fuck- you belong to. Sing it on my ears, ah~”

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[natriae]

DILF! Atsumu who meets you at his brother's Onigiri shop

DILF! Atsumu who comes in early to help with the ingredient shipment from kita to show of his muscles

DILF! Atsumu who makes constant sexual innuendos

DILF! Atsumu who brings you gifts everyday you come into work

DILF! Atsumu who tells you everyday while you prepare onigiri to quit and for you to live with him

DILF! Atsumu who on a particular bad day asked you to run away with him and you did

DILF! Atsumu who wears a swim trunks with a 3" inseam at the beach with you to show off his thighs

DILF! Atsumu who begs you to take off your cover up and show him the pretty bikini you wore under it

DILF! Atsumu who shocks you by telling you him and osamu are turning 47 this year

DILF! Atsumu who jokingly asks you to give him a show in your skimpy bikini

DILF! Atsumu who stayed sat and quiet during your lap dance once the two of you got back to the hotel

DILF! Atsumu who was stuffing hundreds in the tiny strings of the bikini for you

DILF! Atsumu who asks through his thick accent for you to marry him with a love stuck look in his eyes

DILF! Atsumu who got super excited like his highschool self when you said maybe you would let him marry you after your graduate college

DILF! Atsumu takes you on surpise trips with gift bags full of designer bags and expensive lingerie

DILF! Atsumu who you didn't let fuck you till after you graduated college just to tease him

DILF! Atsumu who spent the whole night just pleasing you not giving a flying fuck abt his hard on

DILF! Atsumu loves seeing you in white

DILF! Atsumu who had to pay his brother to not make you uncomfortable by asking abt your relationship at work

DILF! Atsumu who told osamu's kids to call you aunt y/n

DILF! Atsumu who had a soft spot of you and opened up about his dreams of always having children

DILF! Atsumu who finally got to put his dick in you on his 48th birthday and came like a virgin

DILF! Atsumu who models with you for magazines with your face hidden from the public

DILF! Atsumu who lets you and your best girl friend fuck as long as he gets to watch

DILF! Atsumu who got to hold his set of twins when he turned 49

DILF! Atsumu who purposefully wears tight t-shirts while playing with the kids so you see him as daddy and not just a dad

DILF! Atsumu with a super high libdo and accidentally gets you pregnant again

DILF! Atsumu who doesn't let you sleep in a separate bed even when you mad cuz he's absolutely smittin for you

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[osamwah-archived]

Warnings: sexual themes, size kink, degradation and pet names, fem!reader, not proof read

thinking about beefy men who have you spread out prettily and naked on your stomach, thighs spread apart by his legs between your own. his whole weight on your back, nearly crushing you, but you love it. he presses his knees against yours to spread them apart just a little bit further. he bends over to to whisper sweet nothings and vile words in your ear, one hand on your chin to prevent you from burying your face in the sheets. he has to see your pretty fucked out face after all.

"i haven't even put it in, princess. what's gotten you so worked up?" his chest is pressed flush against your back, his whole weight heavy on your smaller frame, as he lines is tip up with your entrance and slowly pushes himself into you, inch for inch. your jaw slacks at the stretch and he takes the opportunity to put his fingers into your mouth, which you greatfully and greedily suck.

"such a needy little thing. i bet you waited the whole day for me to finally ruin you haven't you? waited for me like the cock hungry whore you are? my sweet little slut, you've been on my mind all day" he bottoms out and you're already crossed-eyed and mewling around his fingers, until he pulls out completely and you whine in desperation. your breath is soon knocked out of your lungs when he thrusts himself in completely again, in one sharp thrust. his heavy breeder balls knock against your clit and your body subconsciously struggles and tries to run from him but where can you go when he's caging you in with his big, large, buff body? like a little bunny in the big bad wolfs fangs

Osamu Miya, Kotaro Bokuto, Rintarou Suna |Toji Fushiguro, Suguru Getou | Keisuke Baji, Ken Ryuguji, Taiju Shiba, Shuji Hanma | Diluc, Dainsleif, Alhaitham | Diavolo, Lucifer, Beelzebub

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