genre: angst, smut/mature, the tiniest bit of fluff
word count: 2,760
cw/tw: feat. ayato, reader has small breasts (nothing else regarding body type is described), reader is shorter than thoma, established relationship between thoma + reader, mild fighting, crying, fingering!reader, finger sucking, hair tugging, unprotected sex, pull-out method used
"You're crazy if you think I'm going out there after this." — when reader gets caught in little-to-no clothing by lord ayato when all she wanted to do was spend some time with thoma.
When Thoma had told you that you two were going to be the only ones in the estate all day, you believed him.
So when you went running into the living room while he was tidying things up, with a tight white shirt on, no bra, and a very small pair of gray panties, you weren't expecting to see Ayato on the couch near him as they were speaking. Evidently, staring at your chest.
An immediate gasp had left your lips, as well as one from Ayato before he quickly looked away when Thoma rushed to stand in front of you.
"Baby," Thoma sighs, "what were you thinking?" He speaks softly so as to not make you upset and you gulp while gripping onto his left arm.
"You told me we were going to be the only ones here today, so I wanted to... y'know?" You say quietly, your timid eyes looking up into his. He gulps and nods while caressing the side of your head, his eyes glancing back at Ayato to see his cheeks bright pink and his eyes looking anywhere but at the two of you.
"My lord, how much did you see of her?" He asks him. Ayato quickly looks towards you, but his eyes stay on Thoma’s out of respect.
"Just, um-," he gestures with his hands in front of his chest to stimulate breasts, and you huff.
"Good thing it wasn't much, right?" You chuckle before Thoma snaps his head to look at you.
"Huh?!" Ayato exclaims, his hand coming out to shake violently in denial.
"What are you talking about, wasn't much?" Thoma asks you, sounding seemingly offended at your statement.
"What? They don't move anyways, so it's not like they moved dramatically or anything. There couldn't have been that much to see," you say to him, your eyes looking up into his as he furrows his eyebrows.
"Don't move? But they-," Ayato starts, but is cut off by Thoma giving him a sharp look.
"They moved?!" You ask in shock, peeking around Thoma's shoulder to look into his eyes.
"I- well," he clears his throat, "yeah. You weren’t aware of that?"
"Well, my breasts are like the smallest in all of Teyvat, so, no," you let out an airy chuckle. Thoma's jaw clenches and he gives you a sharp look next, wiping the smile off your face as you look into his narrowed eyes. "What?" You ask in a small voice.
"Go to my room," he says firmly, his hand dropping down from your head and resting at his side. You hum in confusion, but his eyes stay staring into yours.
"Are you going to follow me there at least?" You ask him, your hand also dropping down from his body.
"He'll look away," he says.
"Thoma, I've been looking away," Ayato clarifies.
"But the reason I came out here was to spend time with you," you say brokenly.
"I'll meet you in there. Go," he says, his eyes starting to soften after hearing your tone. You nibble on your lip before letting out a quiet sigh and turning around to head back to his room.
You felt dejected. Lied to, even. If he had been with Ayato for over an hour while you were waiting in his room for him, why didn't he tell you he was coming home to the estate today? You feel tears spring to your eyes once you shut his bedroom door as you then rush to pull clothes on. You settle on one of his hoodies and a pair of your sweatpants since they were the closest to you before you find yourself back at the door.
You end up locking it. If he wanted to decide not to warn you, when it was the least he could've done, after promising it was just going to be you two here today, he deserves it, you think.
Just when you go to sit on his bed, the door handle moves. You watch as it shakes for a few seconds before you hear a loud sigh from the other side of it.
"Unlock the door, [Name]," Thoma says. You hesitate before unlocking it, stepping back quickly as you cross your arms. He comes inside quickly, taking his turn to then turn away from you to close the door. "Why do you think you have the right to lock my bedroom door to keep me out of it?" He asks while locking it. Your heart drops. He couldn't be serious. He can't be.
"Why do you think you have the right to leave me in here for over an hour with nothing to do as you sit out there and just talk to Lord Ayato? Who wasn't even supposed to be here?! You promised me that it was going to be just us here today for a while!" You exclaim, letting a couple of tears fall out of your eyes. He freezes before relaxing his shoulders and turning around to face you.
"I can't control what time he gets back. He happened to finish his schedule early," he says calmly.
"And you didn't think to warn me of that? Or even tell me, "hey, baby, let's go hang out with Lord Ayato for a bit," since that's what you were doing while cleaning," you ask in disbelief.
"It didn't come to my mind."
"Thoma," you sigh and look away from him while pushing tears back, "Lord Ayato just saw me in a really vulnerable state. Do you not get that? You're the only-, you were the only one who's ever seen me like that. I-," you whimper and bring one of your hands up to your eyes.
"I know, I'm sorry, but it’s- why did you even come out there like that in the first place?" He asks softly.
"Because I wanted you! It's been weeks since we've done anything remotely sexual, Thoma, and I've missed you! You invited me over today to spend time with me and you haven't even been doing that, but, I'm sorry, okay?! I'm sorry for wanting to be intimate with my own boyfriend when he clearly doesn't even want me back," you sob.
"Don't say shit like that," he says strictly.
You scoff while looking away from him again, shaking your head, before moving to collect your things.
"What are you doing?” He asks while grabbing your hands and shaking them so you drop what you're holding onto his bed.
"Leaving! You don't want me here and I feel so humiliated right now. I'm so embarrassed, Thoma, and you're not fucking helping at all," you cry out while shoving his hands away from you.
"You're not leaving," he says. You ignore him and finish packing your bag before he rips it out of your hand and tosses it towards the other side of his room. "Sit down," he says lowly. You look up into his eyes, mixed emotions rushing through you, as you chew on your lip. "Baby-,"
"Why are you being such a jerk to me today? What did I do?" You whimper. His eyes soften and he sighs while cupping your cheeks. He licks his lips and moves his hands down to your shoulders. "You don't even know, do you?" You ask him. He looks to the side before looking back into your eyes and shaking his head.
“The last time you acted like this towards me was when you were really stressed and we hadn’t done anything for a few weeks," you say quietly, "is that what this is about? You're frustrated, aren't you?"
"Yeah, I think so," he mumbles.
"Then why weren't you in here trying to initiate something with me? Why were you out there with Lord Ayato instead?" You ask softly.
"I didn't think you'd want to do anything today since we haven't seen each other in a while."
"Having sex with you was like the first thing on my mind when I got here, Thoma. But why did you choose to still not spend time with me once I got here?"
"I- I don't know, I'm sorry. I-," he chokes out as his eyes gloss over, tears beginning to build up along his lower lash line. "Okay," you breathe out and nod, "it's okay, baby. Don't cry." You cup his cheeks and run your thumbs along his cheekbones.
"I'm sorry," he cries, "I just- I don't know why I did that. I haven't been feeling good lately."
"Because you've missed me, right?" You question softly, one of your hands moving to run through his hair. He nods and chokes out a sob, one of his hands coming up to cover his mouth as more tears start falling out of his pretty, doe eyes. "I've missed you too, baby, and I'm sorry for yelling at you, okay? I was just really upset because you were ignoring me earlier and then Lord Ayato saw me like that and- and all of this has just made me feel like you didn't want me," you tell him, a tear slips out of your eye and you sniffle.
"I do want you," he sobs. You nod and give him a small smile.
"Even now?" you ask him. He sniffles and hums while looking into your eyes. "Would you take me right now?" You ask quietly. He quickly nods and sniffles again while moving one of his hands to your waist, his grip tight to reassure you. You wipe at his cheeks as he does the same to you with one hand before he's pulling you in for a kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck almost immediately as he's dragging you in closer and closer.
He soon pulls away from your lips, a sniffle leaving his mouth as you begin taking off the sweats you recently put on. He strips himself of his shirt and pants before helping you pull his hoodie over your head.
He breathes out heavily and then his eyes flicker to his bed behind you before you're quickly turning to crawl onto it. He follows right behind you, one of his hands coming up to hold your hip as he presses a kiss to your shoulder blade. His hands guide you to turn onto your back and you drop down, your hands falling to your side as you look up at him. He situates himself between your parted thighs, his palms soothing over the soft plush of them.
"You're so pretty, my love," he says softly, his teary eyes staring into yours. A chuckle slips past your lips as you bring your hands up to cup his cheeks, bringing him down into a kiss. You can feel his trembling fingers move from your thighs to the hem of your shirt, as he then slips them underneath to run the pads of his fingers over your nipples. You hum into the kiss and trail one hand to his hair to tug lightly on it.
"Please hurry," you mumble against his lips. He opens his eyes to look into yours before leaning back to pull your shirt off of you. You fix your hair once your upper body drops back down onto his bed and notice his eyes on your breasts.
"I don't want you to ever talk about your body like that again," he says quietly, his eyes flickering to yours.
"I was joking, Thoma."
"No, you weren't. You meant every word you said," he says, his tone hurting as he moves his hands to your hips to pull your panties off next. You avoid looking into his eyes before feeling his fingers running along your soaked slit.
"I already did that. I'm ready," you say quietly, "that's why I went out there like that."
"Let me check because I don't want to hurt you," he says before pushing his index finger inside. A muffled moan sounds from behind your pursed lips as he pushes his middle finger in beside it. He rubs your clit with his thumb before trying to push a third finger into you. Your mouth falls agape as you let out a shaky gasp, his eyes looking up into yours. With a bit more rubbing at your clit, he's able to push the third finger inside. You unconsciously squeeze his fingers as your hands move to grip the comforter. He runs his free hand along your left thigh as he gently pushes his fingers in and out of you, watching your expression for any sign of hurting or uncomfortableness.
He pulls his fingers out and leans in towards you to press the pads of his wet fingers against your lips. You let him slip his fingers past your lips as you suck them clean of your slick while pulling his hips closer to you so you can pull his boxers down his thighs. He helps pull them off entirely with one hand before removing his fingers from your mouth and wiping his hand off on his boxers. You reach forward to hold what you can reach of his dick, your fingers wrapping around the tip before he leans forward and plants his hands into the mattress beside your torso. You glide the tip of him up and down your slit a few times before guiding him to your hole. He looks into your eyes as he begins pushing in, his mouth dropping open as he lets out an airy whine. You whimper as he continues, your hands moving to grip onto his shoulders while your hips buck up against his.
Once his hips are flush with yours, you let out a quiet cry of his name, your nails digging into his shoulders.
"Easy, easy, baby," he winces while guiding your hands to his waist.
"Sorry, just- it's been so long," you whimper, your teary eyes looking into his before he nods and then clears his throat.
"Do you want me to start moving?" he breathes out, a concerned expression displayed on his face as he brings a hand up to cup your cheek.
“Yes, please,” you say breathily.
There’s three knocks on the door. You and Thoma both freeze, your eyes widening.
“Thoma, is everything alright in there? I’d like to apologize for what occurred earlier,” Ayato speaks firmly. You gulp and grip onto Thoma’s biceps. You were currently on top of him as he was balls deep inside of you, his dick pulsing.
“Say something,” you whisper urgently to him. He opens his mouth in shock, nothing coming out but short, incoherent mumbles. You gently slap his left pec, your head tilting as you narrow your eyes at him.
“Ev-everything’s fine, Lord Ayato! We’ll be out soon! Sorry for the inconvenience!” He manages to yell out, you bite your lip and begin bouncing on him again, your walls dragging along his stiff cock. The back of his hand flies to cover his mouth, a muffled moan threatening to escape as his other hand makes purchase on your waist.
“Very well then,” Ayato’s voice rings out before you hear his footsteps walking away from Thoma’s door. You huff and pull Thoma’s hand away from his mouth, leaning down to press a wet kiss to his lips.
“You’re crazy if you think I’m going out there after this.” Your breath fans against his lips and he licks his own, parting them slightly to moan. His eyes almost roll back when you lightly tug at the roots of his blonde hair and you chuckle before kissing him again.
A loud whine-like moan escapes your lips as you cum, your walls clenching down on Thoma’s dick so hard he swears he could see stars. His hands are quickly fumbling for your hips as he manages to pull out of you just in time, his release spurting ropes of white cum all over your pubic bone and thighs, some even falling onto his stomach.
Your legs shake lightly as your orgasm washes over you, your hands grabbing onto his pecs to hold your upper body up. You’re both gasping for air and gulping as you lose strength in your body. Your chest falls onto his as his arms drop to his sides before he moves them to run his fingers along your back.
“I’m sorry,” he croaks out, “I’m really sorry. I’ll make what happened earlier up to you, I promise.”
“You just did, silly,” you giggle, one of your hands pushing his blonde locks out of his eyes as you look at him.
“Actually, though-,”
You hum in disagreement, “you’re all I need, Thoma. It’s okay.”
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So this is the Wattpad used that stole many jjk fics I think they only wrote one of their own. But that whole 60 chapters I believe r all stolen fics, many of my mutuals r in that and it has over 41,000 look ats. That’s not cool at all! So I texted this person and they haven’t texted back, for some reason due to the way this person talks it seems as if they r a child I get that vibe or like a minor now that’s a speculation. But it seems they haven’t been active since September soooo I’m gonna report this person but y’all should too and see if they stole ur fic if ur a jjk writer just saying.
SUMMARY: choso knew he couldn’t have you- his precious baby sister, but if you’re the one begging for him, then surely it’s okay, right? AKA you beg your stepbrother to make you cum.
HAZARDS: DARK CONTENT AHEAD. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. modern au. stepcest. pseudo incest. slight angst at the beginning [choso lowkey hates himself + seemingly unrequited love]. corruption kink. male masterbation. guided female masturbation. fem!reader. jealous choso. protective choso <3. pervert choso <333, gojo slander [he can’t find the clit :,(]. unclarified age gap. cheating. breeding. mutual pining. unprotected sex. cumming inside. cervix fucking. dacryphillia. choso is a smoker (real). oral (fem receiving). fingering. overstimulation. lots of petnames!!! soft to rough sex. squirting. choso gets super ooc during the sec scene sorry not sorry lolz. aftercare <33. happy ending.
thank you for the tag <333 this art style is super addicting for some reason so here's me casual, me as gojo's daughter, and then me in genshin :]
tagging a few mutuals bc this picrew needs to be shared </3 - @dark-mnjiro @boyfrwenz @twbachira @qrtmin @ufo-ikawa @godkeis @kentoangel @dxlucs + whoever else would like to do this ! <33
Also hope there’s still a slot for me to send in a Blue Lock request 🥰 sfw, but you’re trying to wake up a sleepy Bachira but to no avail 😅🤦🏻♀️ also ily mwah ♥️ *headpats*
𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ⸻ BACHIRA MEGURU
SYN: sleepy boy needs a few more minutes.
⸺ CW: sfw. sleepy bachira. cuddling. established relationship. pet names: babe. MINORS DNI! AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI!
⸺ WC: 611. not proofread or edited. COMMENTS, LIKES N REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED <3
fem!reader + bachira meguru
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You yawn out loudly, nudging your shoulder into your boyfriends in an attempt to wake him up. Your tired eyes scan the black alarm clock, its blue numbers blinking.
“Bachi!” you half whisper, slipping your cold feet against his exposed leg.
He hums, shifting his body closer towards you as he wraps one long arm around you. His chin is nuzzling itself into the crook of your neck. “What?” he utters, his voice is groggy, rough and it makes your heart race. His fingers play with the drawstrings of your night shorts.
“It’s 5 in the morning, my love.” you whisper, trying your best to shove him off of you and onto his side of the bed. Except, he doesn’t budge. Not even a bit and it makes you huff out a breath of air through your nose.
“10 more minutes,” he replies as he yawns into your neck. His legs entangling with yours, his hair tickling your cheek, “Go back to sleep.” he mutters, blowing you a sleepy kiss.
His small snores fill the room as you watch the time roll.He fell back asleep in under 10 minutes and it’s been 30 minutes, and he still wasn’t budging. You pry his grip from off your side, sliding yourself off the bed and quickly shoving the body pillow in your spot.
You watch him wrap a leg around the pillow, muttering sweet nothings into the pillow. It makes you chuckle to yourself, shaking your head at your sleepy boyfriend as you lightly pull the covers from the bed.
Bachira sits up in bed tiredly, brows furrowed and a sour look on his face. “What was that for?” he whines, trying to pull the covers from your grasp.
“You’re going to be late for practice.” you comment, letting the covers go from your tight grip.
“So? Come back to bed, babe. I can make time.” he shrugs, scooting a bit to make enough room for you as he motions for you to come closer towards him.
You give in, shamefully, that is but you wouldn’t mind spending a little more time with him. Getting up early each morning and wrestling with him to get up always ends up with you tangled in his arms snoring in his chest. He had always been a heavy sleeper, snoozing through events or even movie nights in the living room. Bachira Meguru hates getting up for things when he knows he has to get up to do them.
You trace the outline of his collarbone, “You're running late now.” you sleepily say, swallowing the yawn that wants to erupt from your mouth. He pulls you closer into him, rubbing his cheek up against yours in an attempt to make you fall back asleep.
“It’s just warm-ups.” he whispers, rubbing your thigh as he kisses your cheek. He hums sweetly, continuing to pepper kisses around your cheek.
“And have half the team at our doorstep?” you say, squirming your way out of his soft grip.
He pauses, shrugging off your comment, pulling you back into bed with him. Your face collides with his chest, his arms wrap around your waist as he nuzzles his head closer to yours.
“If I were a worm, would you still love me?” he questions, looking at you before kissing your cheek.
You shake your head at the silly question, another tactic of his, something he learned from you. “Get out of bed.” you mumble into him.
“No,” he chuckles, rolling over on top of you as he kisses your forehead. You groan, trying to push him off of you but he doesn't budge. “We are staying in bed until 10.”
◇ tags ◇ modern!au, established relationship, suggestive (on some), fluff (mostly), a dab of angst (kaeya), mentions of reader skipping meals (diluc)
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tags: infidelity, age gap (reader is 25, nanami is 35), angst, crying, insults, smut, cum eating (??), oral (f!), reader is pregnant
“you’re a nasty old man.” you muttered as he caressed the soles of your swollen feet, your hands over your face — trying to hide yourself from him but it almost never worked. you always seemed to bare your soul to him no matter what and you hated it.
he said nothing, allowing you to express your anger at him. he was almost beginning to hate himself for the amount of pain he was causing you. you stretched your legs out before removing them from him entirely. the warmth and the softness he knew, all gone in an instant. you tucked your feet into the comfy couch cushion and sniffled.
you wanted to hate him with all you had. but you had already knew these things about him. you knew he had a wife. you knew he was married to her for almost seven years. you knew that.
but why did it feel more serious and more real today? she had the ring but you have the baby, you had him and what he wanted. you were what he wanted, he assured you always.
but for the public, it was always her. you couldn’t help but feel envious. to feel shamed. embarrassed even. your throat raw and scratchy from crying, your nose running. “you’re just a nasty old man who wanted something different…something new? you didn’t want me… you wanted a fantasy.” you couldn’t look at him anymore.
“baby,” he swallowed hard, urging you to look at him. his hand reaching for your belly. but you shooed him off.
“not that hand, no.” you shook your head harshly, glaring at the ring. a symbol of what you’d never be. a cruel reality. “do you love her?”
“i’ve never loved her. i never knew love until you.” he whispered. “she made me lonely. i have never been happier with you.”
“then why…” you couldn’t speak anymore, throat closing up and the tears slipping before you could stop yourself. but he pulled you close and on to his lap.
“she found out i was leaving and wanted to make a scene. she wanted to see and catch us off guard. believe me when i say, i haven’t see her in almost two years.”
“the way she grabbed you. the way she kissed you—” your head was spinning, so much dizziness.
“stress isn’t good for the baby.” he reminded you. “but just know, this is what she wanted. the commotion. your doubt. to get the public’s attention on me and her after all these speculations over the years… we been over years ago. she’s been gone out of my head the moment i saw you,” he explains. “it’s always been you and it always will. she caught me off guard, i was looking for you and…” he does a long sigh before he next speaks.
“i was looking for you and she was wearing your dress.” he whispered, ashamed, rubbing his forehead. “a lapse in judgement on my part, but she’s crazy. anything to keep getting money out of me. she ran away when i first mentioned divorce, i’ve been looking for her the moment we got so serious. i would never want you to feel so humiliated.”
you knew what he was saying was true. he was a good man. he always treated you right. he was sweet and a real man. and you were too overwhelmed with seeing her for the first time that you let everything slip out the window.
he reached for your ankle, looking over your lilac painted toes. he pressed small kisses all over — the top of your foots, each toe and even the bottom. “i love every part of you. i love you. only you.”
time always moved too fast with him. now, you laid spread out and bare for him. your body felt foreign and the hair made you want to cover up. you hated this feeling. you wanted to cry. wrapping your arms up, you hide your aching breasts and closed your legs.
“you look so damn ravishing.” he murmurs, his cock leaking and bobbling, throbbing so hard you can’t look away. “this nasty old man is gonna make love to you until he can’t anymore, so don’t hide from me.” he spread your legs again before taking your hands in his.
your legs wrapped away his waist as he thrusts forward, slowly and just barely pushing the tip in. you were almost too wet and slippery on the inside, using his hand he aligned himself to your dripping hole.
you bit your lip while you watched and when your walls swallowed him up, your legs shook uncontrollably, almost on the brink from barely one thrust. he chuckled, “always so sensitive.”
you playfully glared at him and grabbed his face, eager to kiss him. his lips soft and sweet, his tongue moving sloppy as his hips was. his eyes closed, he was deep in thought, his groans soft. his mind focused on one thing: you.
your walls squeezing him, wrapping around him like a snake, your nails felt permanently attached to his skin. you rocked your hips to his, meeting every soft thrust of his. his thrust powerful but so sensual and you felt every drag of it.
“you’re just so perfect.” his cock felt hot inside of your body and the pressure in your tummy felt too good, small splashing came with each slow thrusting. his dick wet along with his lower stomach.
he stroked your clit in circles, doing a tight smile whenever your precious cunt tightened up on him. you moans traveling louder into his ears. “ken…” he loved hearing his name even more than the moans coming out of your mouth.
taking a look at you, he grinned. your eyes squeezed shut and your dark brown skin glowing with sweat. “gonna marry you. gonna fuck’n…” the naughty sounds of his balls slapping your ass and the assault on your clit had your toes curling. “gonna make you my little house wife. j‘like we always planned.” he could feel you pulsing and feel himself getting close.
your gooey squishy insides feeling like heaven against his hard cock, taking him just like he needed. “i love you.” you told him, opening your eyes.
he placed a hand on your stomach and whispered to your lips, “i love you. i love you both.”
with the swirl of his hips, he stilled, his strong hands taking hold of the headboard. “now let me serve you.”
even with his cum oozing out of you, he lowered his head and spread your lips open before his tongue wrapped around the head of your clit.
and i can’t make you stay (in this broken place) ; atsumu miya
pairing atsumu miya x f!reader
word count 6.3k
synopsis i sin too much to pray for you — no one can believe that one of the most powerful crime lords in the underground world of japan, atsumu miya, is wrapped around the finger of a naive girl like you, but love doesn’t really care about boundaries anyway.
content contains yakuza/mafia au, pet names (”baby”, “my girl”), morning sex, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, gun mentions, mild descriptions of violence, minor/insignificant character deaths, naive/innocent reader
WARNINGS: 18+ (NSFW) (MDNI), f!reader x Miya Atsumu, oral (m!receiving & f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), recording, squirting (multiple times), use of pet name (pretty and baby), unprotected sex.
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Atsumu looks away, crossing his arms over his chest with a deep, offended scowl on his usually playful expression. That just makes you laugh even harder, actually clutching your abdomen in hopes that it would somehow decrease the ache in your stomach from laughing so much.
“I really don’t see what’s so funny about it,” Atsumu grumbles, his brow furrowing even more.
You do your best to contain your laughter, wiping a single tear that has rolled down your cheek. You steady your breathing, looking at him with watery eyes. Atsumu pouts, making you snicker, which makes him glare at you from the corner of his eye.
“Did you really just say that you’d make me ‘scream and cum like a pornstar’?” you ask, pressing your lips into a thin line to suppress your laughter.
Atsumu had been away for a couple days; he usually has to travel thanks to his games. So of course as soon as he got home, he attacked your lips hungrily and was ready to have some action, which was interrupted by your unstoppable laughter when he had muttered those words. Maybe he had gotten a little carried away, but they had sounded good in his head. They still do.
Atsumu glances at you, turning his body further away from you.
“…Yeah,” he admits in a mumble. You snort again, shaking your head. “So?”
“So, you know it’s fake, right?”
He frowns, looking forward. He’s quiet for a moment before he speaks again, his voice low.
“…No, it’s not.”
“Yes, it is.”
“It’s not.”
“It is.”
“Uh-uh!”
“Uh-huh, it is!”
Atsumu scoffs again, turning on the couch to face you.
“How so?”
You pause, studying his face for a moment. He actually believes porn’s 100% real. It’s your turn to huff, although yours comes out condescendingly.
“It’s acting. I mean, real bad acting, but it’s still acting.”
“Not with me, it wouldn’t be,” he retorts, narrowing his eyes at you.
You raise your eyebrows.
“Somebody’s confident.”
He smirks, looking at you through hooded eyes.
“I have plenty of reasons to be.”
You cock an eyebrow at him, turning in your spot so you’d be face to face on the couch.
“Really?”
Atsumu’s smirk turns cocky, and he relaxes back in his seat as he places his arms behind his head. He knows what he has to offer, and you should be awfully aware of it. After all, he makes you scream his name more than three times a week.
“Hmm, I haven’t heard any complaints,” he says, shrugging.
You bite on your lip, eyeing him curiously. Atsumu isn’t one to lie about his abilities, and you experience them personally in bed pretty often. Still, it’s ridiculous he thinks he can make it look like porn; they exaggerate everything so bad I’s not even enjoyable to watch.
But if he’s offering…? What’s the worse thing that can happen? If anything, you’d be getting a good fuck out of it, even if you didn’t ‘scream and came like a pornstar’, to quote him.
However, you enjoy teasing him —which is extremely easy to do—, so you won’t let him know that you’re actually on board. You know him so well, know just what buttons to press to get him to do your every bid.
So, you give him your best exaggerated scoff, with an also exaggerated roll of your eyes, and cross your arms across your chest. Atsumu glances at you, eyes narrowing.
“Not yet,” you mumble, loud enough for him to hear.
You swear you actually see his eye twitch slightly.
Atsumu tightens his lips, pulling you by the neck towards him and forcing a loud, surprised gasp out of you. You bite your lip, instinctively kicking your leg over his lap to straddle him.
He looks at your caged lip, smirking softly as your breaths mix with each exhalation.
“You really don’t believe I can do it?” he asks, running his hands up and down your legs. His smirk widens when he feels goosebumps under the pads of his fingers.
“No. But I would love to see you try,” you say.
Atsumu’s eyes darken, hand smacking your ass harshly. You jolt on top of him, letting out a yelp. Your hands fly up to his shoulders for support, blushing at your own reaction. His smile turns wolfish.
“I am going to fuck you until you’re screaming and cumming like a pornstar,” he promises in a whisper. And if there’s something you can always count on with Atsumu, it’s that he always delivers.
