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goddang-ken · 3 years

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+I just wanna be the one you love+

A random ass indulgent story based off the discord convo about giorno with a mean older sister

|Warnings: unwanted foot job ha, unrequited feelings, incest, mean older sister |

Nee-San always tells him to stay out of her room while she goes out, but his curiosity gets the best of him, and he decides to enter the room anyways.

He snoops around her room rooting through your closet and dressers and his eyes catch the thrown clothes across your bed as he walks closer to investigate the items Picking up random pieces here and there and his Conscience gets the best of him. Brining up the stray piece of clothing closer to his nose, he takes in a deep breath before exhaling and inhaling again. The scent is so familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time, only getting faint whiffs of the perfume when you storm pass him. A wave of longing and desperation is washing over him And he starts stripping his clothing off one by one

He grips your nightgown close to his chest, cherishing the feel of the fabric against his bare skin before slipping it over his head and down his chest. A faint blush rides from his chest as he smooths his hands down his body, the thought of knowing the very same fabric was against your bare skin too makes him shiver in delight.

Unbeknownst to him, you’ve come home early angered at the sight of your door cracked open knowing well that your younger brother had disobeyed your orders Slamming the door open, your breath gets caught in your throat at the sight of him wearing your clothing. He flinches at the sight of you and his stomach drops as a look of desperation flashes across his face. Shaking fingers clumsily grip the edge of the dress, he tries to get the offending garment of his body. His body is flushed hot with embarrassment as he tries to pull the dress over his head, but he feels your fingers forced the fabric back down. He stares at you, shocked that you stopped him. A wave of nausea plagued him as he tries to think about how you’re going to punish him for not only sneaking into your room when you specifically told him not to, but also catching him wearing your clothes like some kind of pervert.

Cold hands harshly grip his shoulders before he’s slams into the ground, flinching at the rough impact. His eyes following your figure as you pace back and forth. A deep look of concentration is on your face, he locks eyes with you for a second before you scoff and watches as you nod your head side-to-side. He’s soon staring at your retreating back as you make your way to your dresser, shifting through the items displayed before your fingers stop, griping a small golden cylinder. A wicked smirk is played out against your lips as you walk closer to him, keeping all eye contact as you squat down in-front of his trembling figure. He’s always been pretty even for male standards, you muse, Chuckling softly as he flinches at the slight your raised hand, instantly turning his head to the side and raising his shoulders up. He closes his eyes tightly, bracing for the sting of a slap against his cheek, but instead he feels your fingers dig into the fat of his cheeks as you yank him back toward you.

A look of puzzlement crosses his face as he eyes the golden Capsule you hold up to his lips, eyes widening into panic when he sees the vermilion head poking out, smoothly gliding across his bottom lip before he jerks his head away smearing the paste across his lips and onto his cheek. His hand shoots up, gripping your wrist as he tries to shove the offending appendage away. Anger flooded his veins as he tries to stand,, but resistance is futile when he feels the sting of your slap against him. Forcing him back down, you continue your task, ignoring his pointless squirming underneath you and the feel of his nails digging into your skin as he tries to dodge the head of the lipstick.

You stand proudly taking in the sight of your ruined and embarrassed brother, his stare is venomous even with glossy eyes teeming with tears threatening to overflow. He tries to push himself off the ground, thinking your torment him of over, but the harsh feel of the heel of your foot against his chest has him gasping for breath as he lays spread out against of the floor. The mocking tone of your voice catches his ear, “if you don’t want to wear lipstick maybe you shouldn’t look like a girl”.

He feels your toes lift the dress off his groin as he instinctively closes his legs, swatting at your foot. Ridicule is heavy in your voice when you ask if he got hard while putting makeup on him. Lifting his face up toward you outrage is all but clear on his face, A huff escapes his lips as careless anger has him spreading his legs once more proudly showing off that he did in fact, not have an erection.

Your lips split into a wicked grin as you tug his legs out from underneath him, hooking them into your arms as you place your foot back onto his groin. A harsh blush is flushed across his face as he tries to yank your fingers off from the meat of his thighs, squirming as he feels the heel of your foot rub against him. Eye eyes widened in a panic, dread begins to fill his body when he feels himself getting harder with each push you have against him. He hears you hum before you open your mouth. “I thought you said you weren’t hard?”

The taunt has his clenching his eyes shut, and his eyebrows pulled down as he swallows harshly. He can’t deny the immense pleasure he’s getting but the aggravated thought that you’re forcing this on him has him whimpering into a closed fist, unknowing raising his hips to meet the up-and-down moment of your foot.

Desperation is clear when he tilts his head back slightly, catching your eyes when he looks down from his nose, letting his mouth hang loose open before closing several times. He releases his iron grip on your legs shyly trailing his fingers over his chest, hesitantly brushing against his pebbled nipples Red in the face, he reluctantly spread his legs even more, giving you access to the head of his dick. The feel of pressing against his sensitive weeping head has him jerking against you, raising his hips faster to meet your thrusts. He curls in on himself, hands flying back to his nipples pinching them as he cums. His hearing turns into a muffled ring muting his senses and a whine escapes his lips when he forces them shut.

You quickly let go of his trembling legs, he falls back to the ground staring up at the ceiling as he tries to catch his breath. His face is blank, drunk off the feeling of your love he’s always longed for. He turns his head, eyeing you with so much love as you walk to his side.

Huh?

The angry look on your face has sent his high crashing quickly. He frowns slightly watching your lips move, he hasn’t gotten his hearing back quite yet.

His blank, fucked out expression has you feeling much more annoyed than expected. Angered, you rear your foot back, and slam it into his side sending him scrambling away from you. Yelping, Tears soak his eyes as he gazes up at you in shock. You jaw tightens grinding your teeth you're ordering him to take off your clothes and get to out. The request has him scooting back further in shock. His brows lowered before pulling together as his mouth draws downward. The dark thought crosses his mind that this interaction must’ve been some kind of cruel prank you and your friends decided to pull on him has him ripping the dress off his body moving frantically as if it was burning him, angered and embarrassed, he throws the nightgown down. Standing and roughly pushing pass you he hurriedly grabs his discarded clothes furiously slamming your door shut. His angry stomps echo throughout the empty hallways before hearing the door to his room slam shut.

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oh-katsuki · 2 years

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i hate you bitches sending anon hate. you’re pathetic and small. leave me the fuck alone.

#tw.hate #im tiiireddd #if you have an issue.... send a NORMAL MESSAGE ABOUT IT!!!#don't be a cunt!!!#fuckhead.#sometimes shit gets mixed up!!! it happens!!!#if i've done something you GENUINELY would like me to fix.... send a fucking respectful message #otherwise i'm just gonna block your ass.

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tooweirdforyou · 3 years

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PSA : Anon Hate

If you’d like to unfollow, no one is stopping you. This is my own opinion and thoughts, so please do not hurt anyone who interacts with this. We are free to have our own thoughts.

FIRST OFF,

I just received some more comments about my writings / Valentine’s.

I know I promised to give you your Valentine’s but excuse me for having a personal life to handle. Besides habits are a thing, and promising stuff I can’t do is a bad one that I’m well aware of.

“I know ur probs busy in ur life but u shouldnt have made an event if u couldnt do it yk”

“R u almost done w/ the valentines? It’s today so..”

“Can you write the Valentine’s? I wanna see mine! Thanks!”

“Can ya hurry up with your fics? U deleted requests right so it shouldn’t take so long if ur doing Valentine’s or other stuff.”

“Hi! What’s taking so long? Do you think you can do mine? I sent one in today and I was hoping to see it by Valentine’s. Can you write mine now?”

Life throws unexpected things your way.

For example, something happened to a personal sibling of mine and I’m sorry for prioritizing them over writing some Valentine’s for you.

Unbelievable, I know! Who knew that in my big family, it’s possible a lot of bad things can happen, especially to one of them!

I’m sorry I can’t keep my promise nor be faster at writing them. But just so you know, I actually put effort into them.

I thoroughly read each one and make sure I can get an accurate idea of you to come up with a great scenario or headcannon that makes sense for you and the chosen character.

I’m not just throwing words together and calling it a day. I take my time to make sure it’s enjoyable for you.

I don’t ask for much, I try to be generous, nice / kind, and reliable. But can you please stop pressuring me?

Is it wrong for me to want to be selfish at times though? I also need some time to myself, to catch up on homework, to focus on my actual work, or take care of my health.

So yeah, I’m deeply, very sorry for not taking care of your wants and needs.

Please come to your senses.

Now, anon hate.

I really can’t believe I’m addressing this.

I thought this fandom was safe. I thought the One Piece fandom was one of the rare ones that would never have to go through such hate and toxicity but I’m proven wrong, clearly.

Did something happen to cause sudden waves of hatred between all of these blogs?

What the hell did I miss because all of these unnecessary comments are brutal and definitely does NOT need to be said or opinionated.

I’m really tired of seeing these things happening to so many creators suddenly.

Everything was rather fine to me, but suddenly there was just a mass wave of hate and negativity spreading everywhere, for these sole reasons mainly.

The creator wished to expand their blog, going from one specific fandom and hoping to spread it further into more, a multi-fandom acc as you will.

The creator weren’t finishing their requests or writing them out fast enough, thus receiving impatient and rather rude asks of when they’d be written out.

The creator displayed their opinions and thoughts on particular subjects, like how they felt about a topic or how much they adore a particular character.

How the creator was writing certain topics or ways for their writings, why they decided to do this or do that, using too much or too little creativity, writing something that others may not like or find horrid, etc.

And another side-main one, something I’ve experienced, the creator becoming comfortable enough on their platform to share what’s going on, to give an UPDATE on what was going on in their life, as to assure the readers and followers of the cause for their disappearance or to prevent worry. This one to me is partially understandable but it still hurts to me.

Is 2021 the year for hate? What did the corona pandemic do to you all?

As the anon or perhaps brave users who give hate without the anon function, the one causing all this “drama” is you.

You are literally looking for attention towards you, otherwise you wouldn’t have wasted your time of day to write such a comment on a blog that you clearly don’t want anything to do with so please them alone!

Please think about this. v

» You are on your phone. You’re looking at blogs. There are several, each one different from the rest. You click on one.

The blog has posted something recently, either it’s reboot, rant, ramble, fic or just something.

They posted it because they found it as entertainment and wished to share it. They felt an EMOTION when they looked at it and wanted others to feel the same or know how they felt.

You come across it and you begin to think.

‘Huh. Someone posted this for me to and others to see it. Wow, a real person did so! Not some machine or robot!’

Just like you! Someone behind a screen, either a phone, iPad, tablet or desktop, went onto their blog and posted this.

A real human, with flesh, blood, brain and feelings. They FEEL emotions.

Think about that the next time you try to post a comment that birthed from negativity and hate.

Think about how you would feel if you received the same thing, if you were writing these stories and suddenly got backlash for not hurrying with the writings, and to quit taking your time.

Would you feel angry? Sad? Guilty? Like shit? Hurt? Worried? Annoyed?

Annoyed that someone doesn’t have the patience for fics, that someone literally decided to be an asshole and write such a thing, that you have your own personal life behind your blog and screen to deal with and people just don’t understand?

Exactly. Writers experience this everyday, no matter what fandom. I don’t understand what causes this? Why do you want to make people feel like shit?

I hate that people don’t understand that everyone is different.

Every single one of us have personal lives to take care of, and life throws a wrench our way every single day.

Some of us are only childs and may or may not have the privilege of freedom, others have big families and live in strict ass households.

Some of us are poor and work to make money to survive, while others experience life rich and with three meals a day everyday.

But every single person have flesh, blood and feelings. People get hurt. Mentally and physically. Please understand that!

Telling someone to quit writing hurts.

Telling someone to stop rambling hurts.

Telling someone to fuck off hurts.

Telling someone that they don’t deserve to love hurts.

Telling someone to do something out of their capabilities hurts.

Telling someone to do something like a slave hurts.

Telling someone to stop dreaming hurts.

Telling someone to die hurts.

All of these things hurt.

Why are you doing this?

Please stop.

So many great and many underrated writers do not deserve these insults, rude remarks, or just all of this shit they’ve been receiving.

Because they’re being humans?

No one deserves this.

I’m not going to say more. I’m afraid to say something offensive or bad. Which I probably already did.

But I hope you understand now.

If you send me anything regarding this message, I will not answer them but I will read them.

#tooweirdforyou #a little psa #psa #public service announcement #personal thoughts #personal #personal message #syd’s message #important #tw.hate #anon hate

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whoreshijima · 2 years

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I saw your responses. You changed it after someone called you out and went “oh no guys don’t fight hate with hate uwu 🥺👉🏽👈🏽” Oh no Ellie’s gonna get bitchy whatever will I do So what if I’m a moot Do you know how exhausting it is to constantly here you bitch and whine and just complain about everything under the sun

Then fucking unfollow I don’t understand your obsession with sending me hate and stupid anon messages— if you really hated me and had a problem with what I post you wouldn’t be such a fuckin coward and hide behind anon.

I didn’t change shit, this whole time I’ve been pretty nice actually towards your shitty messages that have been flooding my inbox. I haven’t reacted or sent you hate back, one anon Told you that your moms a hoe and I told them to stop.

Whatever your fuckin issue is, hop into my messages OFF anon

#tw.hate #tw.bullying

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mooni-bunni · 3 years

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ur not rlly a gud writer hon sry 😬

#nah but what do you want me to say to that?#don’t read my shit then?#tw.hate

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hornime · 3 years

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mutually assured destruction | kyoutani kentarou x gn!reader

he pushed your cheeks in with his fingers, effectively quieting your protests. “be quiet,” he spat, “and take what i give you. or nothing at all.”

warnings: 18+, fwb!kyoutani, hate sex, degradation, orgasm denial, fighting for dominance (idek if that’s a thing but it should be), both you and kyo are BRATTY AS HELL, some choking, spitting, CHAIN BITING, kinda toxic ?? but like mutually so it cancels out cus pemdas ???

w/c: 1.7k (i got carried away but kyoutani is just so sexy)

a/n: the way i came up with this title while studying for apush and then kyoutani flooded my mind and suddenly the catalysts of the cold war no longer mattered to me anymore.

you and kyoutani were not a good mix, not by a long shot. simply being in the same room was a disaster waiting to happen; he was a bundle of tnt and you were a lit match. for all that you hated each other, though, both of you needed the other for something: a fuck that would never disappoint.

the sex, just like your relationship, was explosive. it was heart-stopping, ab-clenching, vision-blinding, breath-stealing, hardcore-as-fuck sex. neither of you could get enough of it nor wane yourself off it. you were addicted.

it made you hate him even more.

[11:05 PM] kyo-kyo: come over

you cringed at the contact name. you must’ve changed it after the last time you hooked up, all stupid and cock-drunk. you quickly retyped his contact info before responding to his message.

[11:05 PM] you: why

[11:05 PM] kyoutani: are you an idiot? you know why

[11:05 PM] you: ik i just wanna hear u say it

[11:05 PM] you: say that ur soooooo horny that you just haddddd to text me

[11:06 PM] kyoutani: no. fuck you.

[11:06 PM] you: fine. im not coming over then.

you both knew that was a lie.

[11:08 PM] you: have fun taking care of urself.

[11:08 PM] you: needy bitch.

[11:08 PM] kyoutani: watch it. i wasnt this mean when you were begging me to fuck you last week.

you sighed. that was a moment of weakness.

[11:08 PM] kyoutani: whatd you say last time? something along the lines of “ill do whatever you want just come fuck me”?

[11:11 PM] kyoutani: *attachment: one (1) screenshot*

[11:11 PM] kyoutani: ohh it was “ill do whatever you want PLEASE just come fuck me”

[11:12 PM] kyoutani: youre so much nicer to be around when you use your manners

definitely a moment of weakness.

[11:12 PM] you: fuck off i get it. im coming

[11:12 PM] kyoutani: doors unlocked

the moment you nudged your way into his apartment, he was on you, hands gripping tightly at the flesh of your hips and teeth nibbling at your bottom lip.

“get off,” you groaned, pushing him away. as you peeled off your jacket, you glanced down at his pants and looked back up at his face with an amused expression. “are you hard already?”

he met your eyes with a gaze of lust—and was that desperation?—before turning to walk towards his bedroom, expecting you to follow. “no.”

“yes you are,” you teased. “you really needed me, didn’t you? you’re absolutely pathe—”

before you could finish, kyoutani grabbed your wrist before practically dragging you to his bed. he pushed you onto the mattress and, with his hands on your waist, maneuvered your body up until your head rested between his two pillows. “stop fucking talking. your voice is annoying.”

“at least i can keep it in my pants,” you retorted. “you’re just embarrassingly horny.”

“you wouldn’t be here if you weren’t.” that shut you up.

he crept towards you until the gold chain around his neck dangled tantalizingly in your face. in an instant, you were kissing, aggressively melding your lips together in a mess of teeth and tongue. kyoutani’s hands clumsily reached for your bottoms, briefly breaking the kiss to unbutton your pants and yank them, along with your underwear, off your legs. he then did the same to himself, giving his leather belt a thoughtful once-over before glancing back at your face. he was clearly deliberating about something in his head, though you were completely clueless as to what, but he ultimately threw the belt to the side alongside his jeans with a shrug of his shoulders. maybe next time, he thought.

meanwhile, you’d taken off your shirt and were tugging at the hem at kyoutani’s. he seized your forearm, “stop being so impatient,” he chastised, before pulling the cloth over his head and letting it drop to the floor.

breathless, you both marveled in the glory of the other’s naked body. kyoutani, a lot more eager than you—though he’d rather die than admit that—closed the distance between you, leaning down to suck on your tongue. when he separated from you, his eyes cloudy and cheeks flushed, you spit in your palm, maintaining eye contact while feeling blindly for his cock.

he hissed, briefly shutting his eyes, as your fingers closed around his shaft, leisurely stroking up and down.

“where’s the lube?”

“in the,“ his voice became strained as your thumb swirled his pre-cum around the tip, “the bo-bottom drawer. i’ll,” he groaned. “i’ll get it.”

you released his cock as he leaned over, opening the drawer and pulling out the bottle. he dribbled some of the liquid on the pads of his fingers and brought them closer to your hole. you tensed, eyes squeezing in anticipation as you prepared for the intrusion.

nothing happened.

in confusion, you opened your eyelids only to be met with the mildly-entertained expression of the man above you. “so hasty,” he tsked. his fingertips circled your fluttering hole but did nothing more.

“stop teasing,” you pleaded.

he slowly inched his fingers in, groaning as he watched your walls stretch to accommodate him. for a few minutes, he did nothing but push in and out and scissor his fingers, making you wider and wider.

“put it in.”

your words were met with little resistance—he wanted this as much as you did, if not more—and he repositioned himself, aligning his cock with your hole, now stretched and slick with lube. he moved his hips in, moaning lightly as he bottomed out.

“f-fuck,” he mumbled. “you’re so tight.”

“just move.”

he obliged, thrusting in and out, faster and faster, until you both were crying out in pleasure, scrumptiously close to your orgasms.

“i’m gonna cum soon,” you babbled. “don’t s-stop.”

“oh, are you now?”

you nodded mindlessly, brain hazy and unable to register the sinister undertone of his question.

“y-yeah. i’m so close. so. close—fuck i’m gon-”

kyoutani suddenly halted his movements, eyes blazing as he looked down at you.

“wha-why’d you stop?” you couldn’t help but whine. “i was so close.”

“are you seriously asking me that? why i stopped?” he taunted. “who’s the one that called me a ‘needy bitch’? huh?”

shit. if you’d known that he was going to use your jabs against you like this, you never would’ve made them. hindsight is a bitch.

“i didn’t mean it, kyo,” you pleaded, innocently using the cute nickname. “you know that. so why don’t you just give me what i wan-”

he pushed your cheeks in with his fingers, effectively quieting your protests. “be quiet,” he spat, “and take what i give you. or nothing at all.”

he thought for a moment. “and call me ken.”

he resumed his thrusts, significantly more erratic than before, and you couldn’t help but call out his name: ken, k-ken, fuck ken, more.

however, you’d sobered up from your denied release, and a wicked plan was beginning to formulate in your head. kyoutani, actually ken, now, was losing his composure even faster than you were—he’d denied himself an orgasm for the sake of punishing you, after all. you could tell that his dominance was crumbling—his shaking forearms and barely concealed moans had not gone unnoticed—and now was a good a time as ever for revenge.

and his chain, his stupid, fucking, gold chain, was getting on your nerves, clashing with your face every time his hips met yours. fed up and driven by vengeance, you clasped your teeth around the glimmering necklace, catching him off-guard.

he looked down at you, curiosity shining through his lustful gaze. “what’re yo-”

you quickly jerked your head to the side, yanking him off balance and making him land on his side. in an instant, you’d forced him onto his back and straddled his muscular thighs, a triumphant look visible on your face.

“how’d you even d-” ken choked on his words as you slammed back down on him again, taking him impossibly deeper. his hands scrambled to grip the bedsheets, “shit.”

“for the record,” you panted in between heavy breaths, rocking your hips, “i called you a needy bitch because you are a needy bitch.”

“shut up. no i’m no-”

your hand closed around his neck, preventing him from continuing. “yes you are,” you insisted, “and you’ll take whatever i give you.”

he shook his head out of your grasp, gasping for air. “i fucking hate you.”

“open your mouth,” you ordered. he glared at you defiantly. “open,” you purposefully clenched, tightening your hold on his cock, “up.”

at the sudden change in pressure, he couldn’t help but throw his head back and moan, allowing you to harshly grab his chin and let your salvia drip off your lips onto his awaiting tongue.

“swallow,” you demanded.

overwhelmed by the undeniable pleasure coursing through his veins, he did so without complaint. why does it taste good, he sighed internally. now i’m gonna want more.

just a few thrusts later, you both reached your orgasms, moaning far too loud in a room of walls that were far too thin. the intensity made your muscles turn to jelly and you collapsed onto ken’s chiseled chest, your bodies both trembling.

“‘m tired,” you mumbled into his collarbone.

“yeah me too,” he snapped. “you’re fucking exhausting to be around. i don’t know why i do it.”

“i do,” you teased, raising your head, “‘cus you’re a needy bi-”

he mashed your cheek back into his shoulder. “don’t finish that.” you weren’t sure if the fuzziness in your mind was clouding your judgement, but you swore you could hear the hint of a snicker in his voice.

gradually shaking the exertion out of your limbs, you picked up your clothes and got dressed, walking out ken’s front door with a middle-finger throw over your shoulder.

“i hope i never have to see you again!” he called out behind you.

as you headed back to your apartment, your phone buzzed with a text:

[02:01 AM] ken: i have a team dinner on tues and its gonna be annoying and ill probably be frustrated as hell

[02:01 AM] ken: so

you hesitated before responding.

[02:01 AM] you: i can be there around 10

[02:02 AM] ken: cool. sounds good

you couldn’t help the corners of your mouth from turning up. you were happy—in a sick, perverted, sex-crazed kind of way—but happy all the same.

tuesday couldn’t come soon enough. you were going to absolutely destroy each other.

#the chain biting was such a sexy brain move on my part #like how did i even think of that #that one paragraph literally belongs in a museum #spreading my gold chain kyoutani agenda #kinky.inky #haikyuu smut #haikyuu! smut #kyoutani x reader #kyotani kentaro x reader #maddog #maddog x reader #tw.hate sex #tw.degradation #tw.toxic #tw.choking #tw.spit #kyoutani

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babytsum · 3 years

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Heyyy! Could I please request some hate(love because they are idiots) sex with with time skip atsumu headcannons/drabble? something with thigh riding/playful banter/light degradation but it ends up being soft because they MIGHT have feelings for each other ahha surprise surprise

warnings: hate sex (ish), thigh riding, light degradation, car sex

wait that’s actually so cute djdjdk i might blush 🥰🥰🥰

» atsumu met you through hinata because you visited them all the time during practice. you’re pretty and it makes him nervous, but he doesn’t wanna be caught slippin (esp by sakusa smh) so he just completely ignores you.

» “how was your day atsumu?” silence.

» you think he’s really fucking rude and the awkwardness just makes you want to scream because you’re really trying here. you’ve been able to get along with sakusa, bokuto, and even meian, but atsumu doesn’t budge.

» you finally confront him after a team dinner while you wait for an uber and he stays outside with you to make sure you get to the car safely.

“you’re pathetic,” he mutters, intoxicated by the way your wet cunt soaks his thigh, “really couldn’t wait until we got to my place, huh?”

“shut up!” you grind harder, chasing your own release, hands gripping his shoulders, your head thrown back. atsumu grips your hips, guiding your movement, flexing his thigh which takes you by surprise.

your slick drips all over his skin, your empty hole clenches, and your orgasm washes over you. atsumu leaves kisses on your neck, sucking softly and the pleasure overwhelms you. you let out a whine as you come down from your high. wanting his cock inside of you, you attempt to pull down his boxers, “you’re so needy.”

“it’s what i deserve after you were mean to me for months, tsumu!”

“that’s cause i was afraid to talk to you-” he cuts himself off, looking down on his lap, an embarrassed expression on his face.

“afraid? why?” you smirked, bringing your finger under his chin and turning his head towards you, “were you too scared to talk to a pretty girl?” you coo, watching his face turn red.

“shut up!”

#🍓.thirsts!#🍓.miya atsumu #🍓.smut #tw.thigh riding #tw.degradation #tw.soft #tw.car sex #tw.hate sex #miya atsumu smut #atsumu miya smut #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader

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