🩰🩹. musings: timeskip!hinata and his immense, beefy arms almost crushing you against the smooth wall of an isolated area after his finished game. hinata’s hard, way too thick thing inside your slick lips ramming and tearing deep in your stomach. tears clouding your eyes as he looks at you with that face, the one that occasionally makes him switch to monster mode. the medal he had just won is stuck deep in between your teeth, gold tasting his victory on your tongue. hinata smiles like an unforgiving sun and he seems way above, even though you can smell the scent of his musky sweat and his catching breath. you feel like his prize, his pretty little reward for the parched victory he just accomplished.
✏ as a newly wed housewife you felt fulfilled by only supporting and doting on your husband, tsumu. everything seemed perfect except for the exasperating fact that he would still not consummate your marriage! but if you push the right buttons… better be careful what you wish for ♡
🌫 author’s notes: this is my first ever fic! i feel so elated and happy to be sharing it for the first time. thank you also to the sweet @atsubos for responding so kindly to my msg and also because we share the same love for our baby tsumu!
「themes」 . virginity loss, cute dirty talk, a squint of blood due to first time, spit, smut, innocent!reader x atsumu miya, wife!reader
✏ as a newly wed housewife you felt fulfilled by only supporting and doting on your husband, tsumu. everything seemed perfect except for the exasperating fact that he would still not consummate your marriage! but if you push the right buttons... better be careful what you wish for ♡
🌫 author’s notes: this is my first ever fic! i feel so elated and happy to be sharing it for the first time. thank you also to the sweet @atsubos for responding so kindly to my msg and also because we share the same love for our baby tsumu!
「themes」 . virginity loss, cute dirty talk, a squint of blood due to first time, spit, smut, innocent!reader x atsumu miya, wife!reader
tsumu felt the tension sweeping up the whole court as you entered. he only had eyes for you, nothing else in his vision ever since you appeared in his life. his sweat clung to his skin as he pushed harder, aced each throw knowing that you were watching. a last flutter before the match brutally ends with the redundant dump of the ball on the opposite side.
thump. thump. you felt your heart soar when his canine started pulling into a heartthrob smirk as he savored his victory. the sight of it making your things close against nothing, wishing for his bite on your being.
wetness clinging to your perfectly painted blush pink cheeks as the tears keep spilling while you watched your husband waving continuously towards you. you couldn’t help it each time he won, his happiness was yours as well.
however, today was also special due to another reason. so you slowly got up from your seat and laughed aloud one last time when you saw tsumu dragging hinata by his fluffy hair before heading home.
everything is ready when he arrives, your babydoll dress pulled in a seductive way matched with white transparent knee tights.
his hands reach for the behind of your legs first, squeezing your behind until your gasp. the wetness inside your legs spreading already just by his presence. tsumu-ya...please take it, you beg while batting your eyelashes. his jaw clenches as he forcibly smashes your cheeks together, like a dumb doll only for him to reprimand.
“my angel is looking to get fucked huh? such a doll that she can’t help wanting to be defiled by her husband”
“when i make you mine, your blood and pain they’re all mine don’t you forget it. my baby is corrupted only for me, by me”
he is already out of his volleyball uniform and you stare at his collar bones, so beautifully cut as they give way to his hardened muscled chest. the harsh lines dipping down to a perfect row of tight-cut abs on his stomach.
everything gushes for him, spreads even wider to accommodate him and his huge body that keeps plunging and taking apart.
the blood smeared on his thighs. the taste of his spit in your mouth. tsumu’s thing hitting you deep, hard unlike anything else. the smell of musk and menthol aftershave that makes you roll your eyes as you cling to this neck. i love you. i love you. i love you. you keep screaming, the combination of all of it making you come over and over again. the world fades to black. and the last thought crossing your head before fainting from exhaustion is that it wouldn’t be so bad to die by the hand of this man. your husband who tears your universe apart.
