i think atsumu likes to cum in the shower because he likes how it hurts a little and how desperate it makes him to be on the edge of cumming for a solid minute because the water makes it so he can’t get enough friction on his clit unless he’s rough with it
i just dyed my hair red (it looks pink in places but!! i love it!!) and now feel really hot,,, now all i can think about is atsumu rebleaching his hair and getting unbelievably horny afterwards because he feels so hot
OH MY GOODNESS I BET U LOOK SO HOT!!! kissing u + kissing u + kissing u
but YEAH (T_T) every time he rebleaches his hair he makes it a big deal and reveals it to u so dramatically... bats his eyelashes at u and goes "notice anything ;p ?" as if u wouldnt notice after he complained about his "grown out roots" so much LOL
and of course u have to indulge him because he does look so handsome and confident :/ and he's right that his tdick does look sooo suckable poking out from his bush :/ and before you know it you have a face full of handsome atsumu boycunt <3
atsumu is always amazing at de-stressing sex. he's so caring and attentive to your needs i'm marrying him <333
i need him so bad rn im going to be on my feet for 12 hours straight tomorrow doing manual labor (T_T) need him to fuck me to sleep or pet me or kiss me or SOMETHING >,< bc u know he would be so in tune with ur emotions. all u have to do is breathe the wrong way and hes all 🙁🙁🙁 like "what's wrong baby? what can i do? what do you need?" and if u tell him u need to be touched... god. hes ready for u at all times and hes immediately bending over backwards to please u and make things as comfortable as they can be so you can relax :((
okay so. atsumu is so pretty. he’s so gorgeous & i absolutely love his face.
also!! he has the prettiest pussy!! he’s so sensitive when you eat him out, his clit gets all swollen and pink when you slap it if he smushes you with his thighs when it feels too good. he cums so quickly & gets so whiny whenever he cums. he’s extremely loud when he does omg!! his moans are to die for!! he gets all teary eyed and holds onto anything in his sight to help calm him down.
i just want him to ride my face. that’s all i ask for. i want him to smother me with his thighs. when he’s done with practicing too :( he smells so good & sweaty & i just wanna pull down his shorts and eat his pussy for my own pleasure
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description: bold!reader. gn!reader. atsumu is a pervert /affectionate roommate. i have a scent kink that im tired of not being gross about-- you (atsumu's roommate) can smell that he's been masturbating after the fact. atsumu is a trans man on T and he's got the libido to match his set of hairy boytits. facesitting. atsumu’s hips and waist are called slutty because they are. atsumu is called a boyslut and is shamelessly horny.
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yeah <3 im turning this into a concept so im thinking of roommate!atsumu and his pretty boypussy that would be so sensitive if he didn't play with himself so much. his poor little clit is rubbed raw half the time because he just can't keep his hands out of his pants and give his tdick a break because he thinks so hard about you and how wonderful you are-- he touches himself every time you leave the apartment and wishes that it was you making him cum instead of his stupid clit sucking toy.
and you know that because atsumu is horrible at hiding it. you can see the way his face is flushed (from cumming so hard that his back arched off the bed) when you come back to the apartment, and you're 99.999% sure that you've heard him moaning your name from his bedroom late at night when you both should've been sleeping.
and it also doesn't help that atsumu couldnt even help but not be a sicko and do it in his own room, so the heady scent of his needy cunt fills the living room as he so often pretends to be normal, sitting there with his faux-innocence.
you come home one day and the living room smells like sex. and atsumu is scrolling on his phone as he chomps on a bag of chips, pretending like he didn't just cum three times because he saw you leave the bathroom in a towel that morning and it made him so helplessly hard that he couldnt help but fuck himself silly as soon as you left the apartment.
"atsumu," you say seriously.
"what's wrong?" he flounders immediately.
"we need to talk, atsum--"
"ack! sorry! i'll do the dishes right now!" he interrupts, leaping from the couch to wash his four days of dishes and trying to squeeze past you through the doorway, only to be stopped by your hand on his wrist.
"no, atsumu. the dishes can wait, but clearly you can't."
"i.. what?" he says.
"clearly, you can't wait for me to make any of this romantic, so i have to tell you now that i know that you fuck yourself thinking of me every night and i know you're shit at it."
"huh?!" he says incredulously, of course offended at the accusation and not at all denying his perverted (although harmless) behavior. "what do ya mean i'm shit at it? am not!"
you sigh, "if you have to make yourself cum every single time i leave the apartment, then that must mean that your orgasms aren't that satisfying. it’s like quality versus quantity and you’re stuck on the quantity side, which I'm sure is very frustrating, no?"
he pouts, embarrassedly caught, and mumbles something inaudible weakly under his breath.
"so, atsumu," you say, trying to get him to look you in the eye. "im here asking, as a friend, if you want me to help you cum. to get it out of your system and make it so that our living room doesn't smell like your pussy all the time."
he gasps, scandalized by his own boypussy once again. "i.." he thinks for a second, chewing his lip nervously. "yes, please."
"then let's do it," you say with finality, walking to the doorway of his room and smiling when he thoughtlessly follows and opens the door. "c'mon, tsumu."
considering that he's atsumu, you're surprised to see that his room is cleaner than expected. sure, there's a few stray articles of clothing (like pairs of underwear stained with his arousal) that litter the floor, but there's no garbage or anything. it’s a good start.
"how do.. you want me?" he asks nervously as he sets himself down on the bed, removing his hoodie to reveal a tight t shirt underneath that flows around his hips, which are wearing teeny little shorts fit for a boyslut like him.
"on my face,” you say bluntly. pushing him lightly, you say, “move so i can lay down.”
"whaddya mean on yer-- oh. okay. yeah." his jaw drops as he stumbles over his words, letting you lie down and waiting for your instruction for him to straddle your face. he never imagined your first time like this, but he's not thinking with his brain much right now, so he can't complain. you lie down and motion with both hands for him to get on, and he swings a leg over you and only then realizes that he still has his shorts on.
"oh," he blushes, and gets off quickly so he can shimmy the small piece of fabric (that lewdly sticks to the folds of his wet cunt) down his legs and get back on top. he elects to keep his shirt on, which you think is a shame since you know that he has a beautiful pair of boytits that are soft with pretty brown nipples, stretch marks along their curves, and soft hair coating them (because he asked if you wanted to see them, calling them “limited edition”.) just more to discover next time, you think.
he's done this before with other people before, but that doesn't make it any easier to see your face between his thighs, staring up at him and motioning for him to lower himself down onto your waiting mouth because he's imagined this scenario enough times to make him blush. before you even touch him, atsumu knows he's not going to last at all-- especially because he's already cum three times thinking of you today and now you're acting out one of his wet dreams.
you breathe a hot breath over him, and his cock throbs hard above your waiting mouth. it doesn't go unnoticed-- you watch his chubby length closely and then look up at his embarrassed face with a soft smile, admiring him and letting him take in the view of your head between his muscular, fuzzy thighs. he squirms nervously, so you grab onto those thighs and bring him down so he doesn't have to do it himself, saying, "c'mere, baby," into the soft tan skin of his inner thigh.
taking his cock into your mouth, you curl your arms around atsumu's thighs and hold him close so that he can't move too far away. you wrap your lips tightly around his swollen dick and suck on it, finding it hard and needy, and his cunt dripping as it pulses with excitement with every moan you let out into his sex. he moans with pleasure as you suck him into your mouth over and over, hot breaths panted out eagerly like a puppy as he attempts to breathe you in— like he's unable to control his noises because it feels too good.
atsumu's thick, messy arousal drools from his cunt onto your chin, and he yelps out in surprised pleasure when your tongue darts to his entrance to clean it up. you lap at him with wide licks over his hole, and he can't help but rock himself against your face, grinding his tdick against your lips and tongue without thinking as you make out with his cunt. he moans unashamedly as he leans over you, holding the headboard so he doesn't fall over you completely (he's unable to keep himself upright with the way you're alternating between tonguefucking him and sucking hard on his little cock-- and the lewd noises you're making just add insult to injury and bloodflow to his dick).
putting your soft, but firm mouth on his tcock once again, you bob your head a little and let him fuck down into your face, eyes open and watching atsumu squirm and clench his thighs around your head in pleasure, gripping the headboard with intense strength and determination to not collapse on top of you.
“mm— fuck! m still sensitive!!” he cries out, feeling his high coming faster than he can stop it and his thighs start to shake as it builds. he blurts unashamed, “m gonna— m gonna cum!!”
and he does, atsumu cums hard, and long, and loud. his moans are downright pornographic as he rides his orgasm out on your face, rutting his slutty hips against your mouth until he whimpers in pain since you hadn’t stopped sucking on the fat tcock that sticks out perfectly between his swollen pussy lips.
you kiss his pretty cock once more and make him shiver, prompting him to get off your face and come and slump heavily into the sheets as he lies down next to you— nervous and not quite touching you.
“so you can fuck my face but you can’t cuddle me, tsumu? that’s cold hearted even for you,” you joke turning to look at his blushing face and shy eyes.
“i didn’t know if you’d mind me being in yer bed,” he says softly, like he’s afraid that reminding you will remind you that he’s atsumu, your roommate, not atsumu, your boyfriend. and that roommates don’t fuck each other’s faces.
well, usually they don’t.
“m’not kicking you out, tsumu. cmere baby,” you instruct, pulling him into your warm embrace. his eyes go wide as his face is pressed into your chest, and he tries to breathe normally but fails (and you notice, rubbing his back.) he hums in pleasure at the soft touch, and you tease him, “do you need me to make you cum again?”
“i can’t feel my dick anymore,” he huffs, before his face turns into a sly smile, “but i won’t stop you from trying.”
Do you think atsumu and osamu coordinate costumes even as adults? I feel like they try to keep it a secret from each other and somehow they end up matching on accident
YES I DO HEEHEH I think as much as they try to be different every year somehow they end up on the same theme lol because they can't help but be the same sometimes. like they'll be two characters that happen to be played by the same actor or two characters from a video game they used to play together <//3 so cute but since they r from the same game they think that means that they have to fight irl just to see who wins. like if they dressed up as streetfighter characters yk theyre fighting to the death
my brain is rotting over ghost!atsumu his wispy form is so sexy the way he can make everything colder for temperature play is so mmmm
oh and you know he's so mean and teasing about it. he cools his fingers to brush them through you hair or cools his mouth so he can kiss your cheek or give you head. asks you why youre shivering and if theres anything wrong. if you're feeling warm in a sick way (because he knows you're not, and he wants to make you admit that you're all warm in the face because of him teasing you. hes so mean
