#xxxmars

[444tsumu]

title Not His Type

rating ★ ★ ☆ nsfw content

word count 4,800+

warnings timeskip!mattsun, yes i’m writing that he still practices w the s4, anyways explicit content, matsukawa calls you a bitch, spitting, rough sex, spanking, mattsun fucks you in his car, oral sex (f!reader giving), don't be silly wrap your willy folks

author’s note thanks to @kansroji for forcing me encouraging me to write this self-indulgent mattsun fic, send her her flowers everyone bc this was just muah :*

summary Issei teaches you that the meaning behind the words ‘I hate you’ is a lot different from what you’re used to.

“God, do you ever shut the fuck up?”

“How could someone be such a bitch?”

“I don’t know Mattsun, you tell me.”

There are two things necessary to keep the world spinning on its axis: inertia, and the insatiable hatred between you and Issei Matsukawa.

No one quite knows where it came from. Maybe it was your lack of regard for his permanently disinterested personality, or maybe it was the insufferable habit you had of making a comment every time Matsukawa did as much as make a noise— whatever it was, it was a never ending cycle of pure repugnance.

His tone was light, yet knowing Iwaizumi, you knew it was wavering on a more strict tone you really didn’t want to hear today.

Oikawa watched the interaction between the three of you, eyes narrowing as he did something nobody appreciates from him: he started plotting.

Oikawa watched the interaction between the three of you, eyes narrowing as he did something nobody appreciates from him: he started plotting.

To you and Issei, the nature of your relationship was that there wasn’t one at all. There was nothing but an indescribable hatred that will never go away because you guys just physically can’t stand the other.

To everyone else though? In Hanamaki’s words, “you guys just needed to fuck and get it over with already.” Sexual tension couldn’t fill half of the void the storm you and Mattsun left after every exchanged word. It nearly swallowed the room, the only two not able to see it being yourself and the middle blocker.

With an inquisitive look on his face, Oikawa decided the only way to get rid of this long lasting rivalry being now or never. “My dear Y/L/N, bad news.”

The words brought you back down to Earth, making you bite down a glare at the bored man in front of you and turning towards the setter.

“As much as I’d love to be the one to take you home,” he winks at you, long arm reaching out to lightly press itself against your cheek and you already see where this is going, “I just can’t—”

“Tooru..” Your voice wavered the same way Iwaizumi infamously did.

“Seriously Y/N-Chan, I hate being the bearer of bad news..” The sparkle in his eyes made you clench your jaw to prevent the scream from slipping through your lips. “But I had almost promised Iwa-chan and Makki a ride today.”

You could hear the slick in his voice, and you absolutely hated it. You hated how you knew exactly what was being planned. You knew in Oikawa’s stupid little head, he was formulating a stupid little plan thinking things would work out in his own stupid little way.

“I’m not getting into that fucking asshole’s car—”

“Oikawa I will purposely crash if she as much as steps foot in my car—”

“Get your fucking feet off my dashboard.” You hear his voice growl, long fingers reaching in front of him to press the Start-Stop button on his car and get the engine running.

You didn’t mean to press a sock-covered foot onto it, it’s just that you needed to adjust the anklet resting against your skin. You hadn’t caught when his eyes glanced over at the diamonds either, remaining for a second too long to be appropriate and quickly force it’s way in front of him.

With a slightly exaggerated roll of your eyes, you threw your head against the headrest and stared through the window to your side. You were wishing there was an awkward silence to torture Matsukawa’s ears, but instead, his phone automatically connected to its Bluetooth and began to play a song you surprisingly recognized.

He drove faster than you were sure he was supposed to. As soon as you blinked, he had already backed out of Seijoh’s parking lot and sped through the secluded roads and towards the city you inhabited.

Unwillingly, of course, you managed to steal a few glances at the brown-haired man next to you. His face was (surprise) as uninterested as ever, eyebrows resting dully above his hooded lids and lips turned just slightly down enough to look like a frown. Every now and then, his lips would go along with the song and his tongue would swipe across his bottom lip and into the corner of his cheek.

Matsukawa wasn’t an ugly guy. There wasn’t enough hatred in your soul to even try to lie against the idea. He was extremely tall, extremely fit, had a nice smile, and his voice matched his looks. If he wasn’t such a stuck up, emotionless asshole, he’d probably be one of the hottest guys you’ve ever seen. If and probably, of course.

“Gotta staring problem?” He muttered, head bobbing to the song in the background and that in itself just brought your cholesterol an unhealthy amount higher.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“I see you have a lack of vocabulary too..” The banter between the two of you went back and forth, an awkward silence retching the car’s air after he sadly had the last word.

“I can’t believe there was a time you weren’t such a nuisance.” You nearly mouthed, words quiet enough to get lost within the lyrics of Kanye West, yet loud enough to get into Mattsun’s earshot and cause the car to abruptly park on the side of the nearly secluded road ahead of you.

“Hey, what the fu—”

“What’s your problem with me?” Matsukawa’s words haunted the air, and if you weren’t already awaiting his words, you might have actually been scared of the harshness in his tone.

“Me?” You questioned, using a hand to dramatically smack against your chest and glare at him in disbelief. “What’s your problem with me?”

He didn’t respond, only staring at you blankly and gripping on the steering wheel with enough aggression to taint the knuckles of his large hands white.

“Stop acting like a toddler,” the annoyance looked weird on him, and his usual nonchalant attitude disappeared with a mask of pure frustration that you’d be lying about if you said was ugly on him, “just tell me what the issue is so we can both stop whatever the fuck it is we have going on.”

“We,” you pointed between the two of you, “do not have anything going on, for your information.” You stubbornly crossed your arms across your chest, staring at him blankly and watching his large hand run across his face.

“You wouldn’t even be my type, you know damn well that isn’t what—”

Every word after the first half of the sentence drowned out as you continued to repeat it in your head. You wouldn’t even be my type. You wouldn’t even be my type. You wouldn’t even be my type…

“Earth to Y/N.” Mattsun snapped, glaring over at you and leaning his body back lazily against his driver’s seat. It was slightly reclined back, the comfortability of his position insinuating he didn’t plan on leaving until this conversation got somewhere.

“What do you mean I wouldn’t be your type?”

The words came out faster than you could acknowledge them. You didn’t regret speaking them, but you knew that they only worsened your situation. He would use this as if it was fuel to his never-ending out of fire of an ego and you hated it. The cold air in the car suddenly became more noticeable, goosebumps raising onto your exposed skin and making you feel as if all your senses were being ambushed.

“Well, well, well…” He begins to tease as if he was never angry, his large arms resting behind his head and that stupid smirk back onto his pink lips, “you feel some type of way about what I said?” His voice echoed into your ears as you did nothing but watch him in disbelief.

“You never stood a chance with me anyways.” You bit back at him.

Something in the air changed, but neither of you decided to acknowledge it. It was dark, the light from the dashboard doing nothing but illuminating your features and making Issei smirk to himself in the lack of lighting.

“How so?” He was antagonizing you, itching for you to continue to play his little game back with him because he had a plan. You could see it from the way he lazily blinked over at you, smirk still against his glowing face with nothing but arrogance and faux oblivion.

“You wouldn’t be able to handle me if you tried.”

Those words changed the aura within the car all in itself. You knew the double entendres of a statement could go any way with him. Deep down, you both knew exactly what you meant. Your words remained solid though, eyes staring at him like a fox refusing to glance away from his brown irises.

“Wanna try me?”

You were playing a dangerous game, you knew that. Something about you didn’t care though. There were many ways this conversation could’ve went, but you wouldn’t expect it to go in this direction.

The air in the room was thick, Issei’s brown irises watching you nothing short of predator like. No one spoke after those three words, and faintly, the change in mood also affected the change in genre of music as R&B began to slowly play through his speakers. You wanted to scoff.

His large ring covered hand suddenly inched towards your chin, gripping your jaw and forcing your eyesight on his own face. You weren’t one to blush, but the roughness to his calloused fingers brought a small tinge between your slightly exposed thighs.

“You gonna get in the back or I gotta force you back there?” His words commanded you, the strictness laced within the confines of his voice leaving you no option to do as he told.

Doing what Matsukawa said as if you were following his orders was something foreign to you. The temptation of doing as you pleased crossed the back of your mind, but the curiosity of seeing what he had in store filled you with much more satisfaction.

Without a word and instead settling for a simple eye roll, you kicked your shoes off and found your way between the two front seats and into the cold leather seats of the back of his car. It was cramped, surprisingly cleaner than you'd imagine, and smelt of nothing but Issei.

You would have enjoyed it if the circumstances were different.

Your body sat with your feet resting behind you, leaving a space open for him. The sound of his car door opening and shutting was the cause of the goosebumps rising against your skin.

Subconsciously, you knew were supposed to hate him. You were supposed to despise him for always being such an asshole to you, and you were never supposed to forgive him for anything he’s ever said to you out of his stupid smirking mouth.

You weren't supposed to be hopping into the backseat of his car after challenging him into sleeping with you. You weren’t supposed to be enjoying the feeling of his presence as it finally found its way next to you, the dark tints of his windows hiding his expression but not doing a good job at hiding the bulge hiding in the confinements of his sweatpants.

Your eyes glanced over his, quickly switching between the tent and his irises with an innocent smile on your face. “You gonna take those off or am I gonna have to force them off you?’

Mattsun had never laughed at anything you’d ever said. At least, never to your face. For the first time though, a soft chuckle left his lips as he hunched his body over and rolled his sweats down. You’d be lying if you said you never wanted to provoke that sound out of him again.

He wore Supreme black briefs, a smirk on his lips as he watched your eyes trail over to the excessively large print. His dick was long, curving deliciously to the left and making you fear for your own safety. The thought of that nearly made you drool.

Mattsun made a show of pulling his briefs down, his erection springing to life and showing you that he wasn't even fully hard yet. Maybe you would’ve felt some type of way about not arousing him as much as he was you, and you could thank the pool inside your panties for that, but something about it brought a glimmer to your eye Issei couldn’t ignore.

“Eager to suck my dick, huh?” His words ring against your ears, and you do nothing but give him a glare while getting on all fours across the backseat.

His long torso leaned against the car door, eyes boring onto your frame with a blank expression that drove you insane. You knew this was all an act, he had to have been pretending just to get a rise out of you. There was no way you could’ve missed the way his dick twitched when you got up to take your shorts off.

Your frame was left in a white t-shirt and a seamless green pair of panties known for their cheekster style. He would’ve told you that you looked absolutely delectable, but he'd never let you sit within that satisfaction.

You lowered yourself on all fours once again, holding your hair back with one hand and lowering yourself down between his long limbs. Your eyes just couldn't look away, the large veins running up and down his perfect looking length in a way that made you embarrassingly ready to shove it down your throat already.

And without another word, you opened your lips and allowed a trail of saliva to sliver down the underside of his dick. His thighs tensed up, but as you watched him through your lashes while lowering your lips onto his tip, his bored and expressionless face remained the same.

He couldn't take his eyes off the sight in front of him, as much as he'd hate to admit it. Your ass was up in the air, back arched in a way that nearly made him release a groan as your pretty little mouth left sloppy kisses along his throbbing tip. You used a free hand to run down his cock slowly, hands landing underneath his thick balls and holding them alongside the bottom half of his dick.

He tried to hold the hiss you took out of him, but you used that as an excuse to make him suffer even more. Almost as if it were a competition, you sucked your cheeks in while taking the rest him that fit into your mouth agonizingly slow.

Matsukawa was too big, not that you were complaining. You didn’t have much of a gag reflex, but his size goes beyond that. So in order to accommodate to the situation at hand, you lolled your tongue out across your bottom lip and easily slipped a bit more than half of him down your throat until he felt his tip tickle the back of it.

“Holy fuck..” He breathed out, words stopping as he bit his lip and tilted his head to get a better look at you.

Your eyes began to water, but you ignored the sensation to take a deep breath as you began to massage his balls and lower half with your saliva covered hands. You began to move your mouth in the opposite direction of your hands, touching just enough of his balls with your tongue to get him to grip a chunk of your hair from within your own hand.

“Fuck, just like that.” You never took your eyes off him, and Matsukawa found it even harder to control himself with the way you took so much of him with so much ease.

You hollowed your cheeks as you slipped his now fully-hard dick out your mouth. Trails of saliva followed, the explicit view of your teary eyes and sloppy lips making him groan within his throat.

“Fuck my throat.”

The words were harsh, your expression being just as blank as his once was, and Issei realized he wasn’t really the one in control here. Not if all it took was for you to tell him what to do and he was scrambling to do it like second nature.

His lips revealed that lazy smirk you wanted to fuck off his face, the large hand gripping your hair nearly shoving his dick back into your fresh, wet mouth. “Don’t mind if I do, princess.”

The nickname he called you didn't even have time to register in your mind, the sensation of Matsukawa forcing your head up and down his dick as much as he could being the only thing on your brain. You couldn't help the tears from slipping down your cheeks, eyes opening once again to hazily look over to the ones burning a hole into your face.

Matsukawa couldn’t find it in himself to look away from you. He wasn't sure if it was the tears, or the way you allowed him to fuck your throat so easily, or the drool leaking down into the balls you fondled at the same time, or even the way the hand once gripping your own hair found its way between your legs as he watched you play with yourself, but Issei decided this image was going to ruin everyone else for him.

He already decided he couldn't get enough of you. The sound of your gags filled with car in a nearly pornographic way, yet not once did you ask him to stop and he took note of that. 

“Fuck,” he broke out, eyes struggling to watch yours as his lips parted open, “you’re gonna make me cum,” his words were interrupted by a load groan. Your tongue found its way back onto his balls as his tip rammed into the back of your throat and Issei felt his toes curl. “Fuck, fuck, fuck..”

Right on time, you went against his strong grip and popped his dick out of your mouth with saliva drooling down in a way that looked so forbidden, Issei was sure he would’ve came at that sight alone.

“That was...”

“Not your type?” You bit at him, a mocking smile on your lips as you bit your lip and found your way onto the comfort of his lap.

It was weird, the way you felt like you fit perfectly within his frame as if it was a piece of a puzzle. Matsukawa would agree if he could, hands nearly instinctively finding its way onto the globed of your ass and pulling the fabric of your panties over and over again.

“Never in a million years.”

His smirk haunted you, lidded eyes staring at you once again and you realize Issei Matsukawa is a really hard guy to get a reaction out of. So taking the challenge yet again, you stared at him just as emotionless. Your fingers lifted the patch stuck to your folds, and the trail of wetness that dripped over onto both you and his own thighs was nearly sinful to the sore eyes.

It was hard to imagine taking a dick you were sure you could see in your stomach with such an expression, and you wouldn’t wish that suffering on your worst enemy. You couldn’t believe how much just half of him stretched your insides out, your walls sucking him in and barely being able to hold it in together.

“Don't worry, take your time.” Matsukawa’s tone was beyond condescending, the taunt behind his words bringing an anger within you enough to cloud your mind of all common sense. It was unexpected, the way your body just shoved the rest of him inside of your tight, pulsating hole and rested all your body weight on top of him.

“Fuck!” Both of you yelped out, your hands clawing at his chest while his gripped your ass cheeks apart in nothing but a burning sensation.

He filled you up to the brim, the sureness of him hitting your cervix causing your eyes to flutter at the feeling. You bit your lip, adjusting your body to where your feet were on either side of him on the backseat and your body was more able to move.

His eyes widened in surprise at your actions, the sound of both of your pants alongside the music that was long forgotten struggling to keep you attentive. Without warning, you lifted your body up and slammed back down onto him. The action brought a pretty little gasp out your lips, mouth parted and eyes clenched at just how fucking amazing the curve and thickness of his cock was.

“C’mon baby,” he whispered into your ears, hands reaching over to intertwine themselves with your own so you got better balance, “fuck me like you mean it.”

“You’re such an asshole.” You breathed out, beginning to bounce your body up and down his dick perfect enough to hear the squelching sounds of your wetness after every impact. Issei groaned, eyes glued to the sight of where your pussy swallowed him whole and spit him back out over and over again.

“Mm, what else baby?”

Issei’s bored resolve started to crack, groans slipping through his lips in a way that made you tighten up against him even more if it were possible. Your hands gripped his intertwined ones, bouncing up and down faster than you could probably handle. The sensation of his dick hitting your cervix over and over causing you to arch your back closer into his body as you bounced.

The sound of your body slamming into his began to quicken, the strength of your legs giving up as you realized his started to fuck you back from the bottom and drill his length into you.

“Fuck, Issei…” You moaned out embarrassingly loud, Mattsun’s eyes watching you with curiosity in his irises from the way he wanted to figure out how to get you to moan out like that again.

“Don’t be shy now,” he teased, the strain in his voice telling you that even if he was torturing you with the pounding of his dick, he was enjoying it just as much as you, “where’d all that mouth go, pretty?”

You felt yourself clench at the nickname, head leaning back and leaving your neck open for him to lick a trail over towards your jaw and softly bite the plush skin. The windows began to fog up, the sensation of your poor pussy taking him in and out and quick pace causing the car to jump up and down with each stroke.

“F-fuck,” you stuttered out, nearly crying out when his hands found it’s way towards under your ass to support you as he drilled all of this thickness into your throbbing pussy.

The familiar knot began to grow within your stomach, and your hand found it’s way between his messy locks only to grab it and tilt his head roughly back against the window. A surprised groan left his lips, eyes staring up at you widely with a smirk endured from straight pleasure shot up his lips.

“You gonna cum all on daddy’s dick?”

Usually the words would have made you cringe, and you wanted to bite a snarky remark at him for the name. Yet something in you grew feral at the sentence, beginning to rub your clit against him each time you harshly dropped down as you roughened your grip on his hair.

“Fuck yes, daddy, make me cum,” your words tickled his ears, the moans at the end of each word bringing Matsukawa into a state of euphoria. He could hear you say that to him for the rest of his life, if he could.

“Come on baby,” he groaned out harshly, smacking your ass enough to leave a sting that made you cry out into his neck, “give it to me!”

His words echoed in your ears, your loud cries like music to his ears as he watched you fuck him back just as rough as he was being with you. Your hand pulled his head back once again, his scalp hitting the window harshly but he didn’t care once your lips came crashing onto his.

It was nothing but teeth and tongue, sucking on each other’s muscles and making out as if nothing in this world could ever be right again without it. His hands gripped your ass once again, spreading them harshly apart and spanking them with as much toughness that went into spiking a volleyball.

You screamed into his mouth, words being unable to come out as he began to drill into you even rougher and faster than you knew was possible. Your legs had long given out at this point, simply being tossed up and down like a rag doll by Issei’s strong arms and cocky attitude. You were in heaven, even if you’d never admit it.

“I— I hate you,” you fought to yelp out, pussy beginning to squeeze at the feeling you knew all too well as you stared into his eyes and made him look at you as if he was seeing God, “but you fuck me— fuck, you fuck me so good..”

Your words became faint whispers, stars beginning to formulate instead of his once brown irises and bring you into a state of euphoria.

“Daddy I’m gonna—” The words were stolen from your lips as Matsukawa slammed your lips against his own and gripped your back close to his chest.

“Cum baby,” he groaned into your lips, your own sounds preventing you from being able to kiss him back as your covered tits bounced into the confinement of his chest, “cum on daddy’s big dick.”

The words brought a vibration within you, a mantra of the words daddy and please slipping as you felt the euphoria take over your body and leave you with nearly nothing inside you. Issei could practically feel you cum, his own resolve giving out as his shot his thick cum into your throbbing pussy and bringing another scream from between your swollen lips.

“Take it, good girl— fuck yes..” Words slipped from his mouth without his own permission, the sensation of your pussy holding him within you as if it never wanted to let him go and he really wouldn’t mind.

Nothing but your struggles to catch your own breath filled the car, his own haunting the ghost of your ear as you laid out across his chest with saliva threatening to slip from your lips and cum leaking down both of your thighs. It was absolutely disgusting if you really thought about it, but the idea of knowing you had just slutted each other out so sinfully brought your toes to curl one last time.

No one said a word, and as much as you wanted to comment on how he was still gripping your chest against his own, you decided to go against it and try to find reality from the solitude of his wide chest. You could hear Brent Faiyaz on the radio, the view of just how foggy the windows were making you giggle to yourself.

“What’s funny?” The rumble of the words against his chest caused your pussy to throb once again, and you had almost forgotten he was still lodged inside of you with a load of cum threatening to spill out.

“Nothing.” Your voice was gone, and as embarrassing as it was, Issei mentally found himself obsessing over how raspy it got.

The silence was calm, yet the awkward conversation of what next lingered within the air between the two of you. You knew it was going to come soon, and you weren’t really sure of what could possibly happen afterwards. There was no going back from this, Issei Matsukawa had fucked you so good, you never wanted to fuck anyone else again.

The first to break it was Mattsun, which took you by surprise. His large hands found their way towards you cheek, caressing your head as his pushed you back far enough to face him with fucked out eyes and swollen lips and Issei convinces himself you’re one of the seven wonders of the world.

“We should do that again sometime.” He suggests, bored eyes staring into yours as you noticed the small smile lifting amongst the corner of his lips. You wanted to smile back, but the idea of having some more fun with him seemed quite better.

“Eh,” you replied, lifting your weakened body back into his straddling state and biting your lips as you placed both hands across his broad chest. You notice the way his cock twitches hungrily within you, and you realize you were gonna enjoy this a bit too much.

He’s seeing stars, thinking the hottest thing he’s ever seen is a fucked out you staring at him this way and you realize you’ve finally won. You stare at him, bored eyes and a lazy smirk on your lips mimicking the face he spent all his life mastering.

“You’re not really my type.”

                             © 444TSUMU 2021

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xxxmars

[444tsumu]

title She’s My Collar

rating ★ ★ ☆ nsfw content

word count 6000+

warnings time-skip matsukawa, college au, explicit language, humiliation, asphyxiation (choking), nsfw, voyeurism, you guys fuck on someone else’s bed and there’s a surprise at the end ;), a little degradation and a lot of praising, issei has big dick syndrome, also some things are pretty rough but it’s sweet nonetheless (:

tags to block tw/choking, tw/degrading, tw/gettingcaught

author’s note sort of continuation of not his type <3 just a little rougher, raunchier, and fluffier <3 also no beta cause i’m a real bitch and we don’t do those ! if you see a typo, ignore it because i said so >:(

summary it takes him a couple tries to get you wrapped around his finger, but you know what they say: fifth time’s the charm.

Every time you think that things just couldn’t get worse, they always do.

From when you spilled your drink on the floor today and wasted a good $5 on it, to when you tripped while walking up the stairs in front of this really cute guy while walking through campus, all the way to right now: when you were stuck in a dorm with Matsukawa while waiting for Hanamaki’s arrival.

You were supposed to be meeting up with the strawberry blond and working on some homework with your regular group. Regrettably, you knew that would include Matsukawa, and while the time in his car was one you’d never forget, you refused to do anything close to allowing the other three about what was going on.

Sleeping with him for the first time was something that was more than awkward— you could probably call it a mistake if you really wanted to.

That is, if you make the same mistake at least four more times after that.

He knew how you didn’t really like doggy, how you loved when he smacked you across the cheek, how you hated when he stared at you with that infamous expression that secretly drove you crazy, and he definitely knew you still had a hatred for him you just couldn’t see past.

At least, that’s what you made him think.

At least, that’s what you made him think.

“Just admit it,” he smirks out at you, leaning against the wall to the left of the both of you and tilting his water bottle in your direction, “you want to make out with me so bad right now.”

Matsukawa had a sick obsession with watching you fluster and fume at his words. He couldn’t tell if it was the furrow of your eyebrows, or the narrowing of your eyes, or the attitude in your tone, but something about all of those just made his skin crawl with pure arousal.

He had thought about those nights more often than he’d like to admit to you. Quite frankly, he hadn’t been able to get himself off for the past week without thinking of the faces you made before you unraveled beneath him. This, he discovered, was a problem.

It’s not like everything didn’t go back to normal, and usually Mattsun loves that. He loves being able to sleep with a girl and they don’t make a big deal of it because relatively speaking, it never happens. There’s always some turmoil remaining between the two enough to get him into some shit he really just doesn’t want to deal with.

With you though, it’s different and it pisses him off. He can’t stand the fact that all he’s been thinking about for a while is just how good you feel around him, and how good he feels when he’s simply just around you. And it was really pissing him the fuck off.

“Bite me.” Your words were dry, and with a roll of your eyes you catch the smirk on his face growing wider by the minute.

“I’d be honored to.” Matsukawa takes a sip of his water and you decide that dying at this exact moment knowing what his jaw looks like when he takes a sip is all you needed to be content.

“You’re such an asshole,” you begin, lazily standing up and stretching enough to make his eyes travel down to the slightly exposed skin between the hem of your shirt and your shorts, “I can’t believe I slept with you before.”

You wrinkle your nose in disgust, and Issei decides that he was really in the mood at this exact moment. “Four,” he grins at you with four long fingers up beside his chest, “four different times, babe.”

If he caught the flustered expression along your face, he didn’t comment on it and for that you were forever grateful. The effect he’s had on you lately was completely and utterly annoying, and you really wish you never knew how good he was in bed so that you could go back to normal— go back to genuinely despising him.

“I regret every single one of them.” The smirk on his face only grew as he looked at your bored expression. You knew he could see right through your words, and he knew as well.

“Really?” He raises an eyebrow mockingly. “It never sounds like it.”

Your eyes widen, and as soon as a mockingly high pitched moan prepares to slip through his lips, you grab the nearest pillow off of Makki’s bed and throw it at his large frame. You almost miss, but hit him enough to cause the boy to double over in laughter. As if you haven’t suffered enough.

“Listen,” his voice presents itself again, and you see him begin to inch his way closer to you with a face still slightly tinged from laughing, “I’m just messing with ya’, alright?”

His large frame throws itself against Makki’s bed next to you, and your body jiggles a bit with the movement. The proximity would have irritated you beyond compare, but you just couldn’t find it within yourself to hate the feeling of his body heat.

“I love it anyways.”

The word love caught you off guard, eyes widening as you stare at him within seconds of the words slipping through his teeth. He was messing with you, Matsukawa was always messing with you.

“Fuck you.” You groan, eyes rolling as you see him get up from the bed as quick as he fell next to you and stretch his lanky frame a few feet away from you.

You could smell his cologne, already being able to recognize it amongst others and you really fucking hated it. You hated the familiarity you had with it, the musky scent of cleanliness, manliness, and a tinge of cranberries. It was your favorite, and you knew that he could tell with the way you hugged at his body when you were on top a couple times.

You watched him smile widely without the happiness meeting his dull eyes, his body taking a seat at the chair decorated with Takahiro’s t-shirts along the backside of it. “My pleasure.”

Your eyes roll and you realize you’re back at square one. No matter how attractive, how charming, and how smooth he was, he would always be the bitchy asshole you just couldn’t stand.

“Aw come on,” he begins, man spreading across the chair and leaning his body against the back enough to emphasize the large space on his lap. He was beckoning for you with a pat on his thigh, emotionless expression returning back onto his face, “don’t be like that with me now.”

You didn’t answer him. You knew where this would go and just how much you’d probably regret it. He’d get you over there with smart remarks, challenge you in ways you just couldn’t refuse, and end up getting his way with you in a room that doesn’t belong to you or him. And you refused. I’m in control of this situation, you repeat to yourself, I’m in full control.

He tilts his head at you, eyebrows slightly furrowing as he leans his body slightly more up to get a menacing stance. His body was large, taking up the entire chair and making the hairs on your arm subtly stand in excitement. I’m in control, stop it.

“Don’t make me repeat myself. I don’t feel like doing that.” Matsukawa’s voice was wavering, and you knew that his resolve was cracking. As much as he teased, taunted, and tried to trick you, you knew that he wanted to sleep with you again just as much as you did with him.

“Then don’t, nobody is asking you to.” Your words were slick, your head tilting to mock his actions and stare at him almost innocently. Almost.

He stays quite, his tongue meeting the inner hollows of his cheek and you aren’t sure just how much you can keep this up. Wait for Makki and the others, stay in control.

Your words were no match for Issei, though. Not when his entire body leans back once again and the empty expression finds itself back on his face as it almost always ways. He stares at you, deep enough into your eyes to almost make you silently admit defeat. You wanted him to fuck you again.

“You gonna come over here?” His voice was deep, the dull tone bouncing against the walls as you roll your eyes and dramatically stand up with a huff.

“Uh uh,” his finger waves at you, and you stop in your position of turning towards him, “on your knees..”

You freeze, words slipping through faster than you could stop them.

“Have you lost your fucking mind?”

He wanted you to crawl to him, something you could describe as only demeaning, embarrassing, and just too much work to be doing. So you cross your arms, defiance written boldly in your tone enough to make the man a few feet away from you chuckle condescendingly.

“Don’t be such a bitch,” he begins, and right away you find it really hard to not call him one right back, “I just wanted to try something new.”

You scoff at his suggestion. “Trying something new means that this would be consistent. This,” your finger points frantically between the two of you with a poker face in his direction, “is never going to happen again.”

He notices your tone begin to fade, and he knows that all it takes is another little push. You don’t really want to stop fucking him, and he knows that. He knows that he doesn’t really want it either. Not when you have fully managed to ruin everyone else for him, and especially not when he feels like your pussy was meant for him.

“Oh really?” He questions, the octaves in his voice insinuating that he has a trick up his sleeve.

“Really.” You deadpan, and you watch as his frame gets up from its comfortable position on the chair.

You know he’s annoyed with the fact that he had to get up, and you could tell by the way he’s almost reluctant to take a step closer towards you. You stand your ground though, I refuse to let him win.

“Look who gained some confidence,” he taunts at you, and you realize just how smaller you are than him when his frame towers over you with mischievous eyes, “surprised you became that prissy bitch yet again.”

The words would have bothered you before, but hearing the degradation slip off his tongue while staring at you so menacingly was enough to get your thighs to subconsciously quiver. Yet again, the reminder of just how hot Matsukawa could be paints pictures in your brain.

“And I’m surprised you walked up to me like this,” you turn your frown into a smirk, looking up at him through your eyelashes in a way that you know has him biting on his tongue, “you aren’t as much of a pussy as you used to b—”

The words get trapped in your throat almost literally, his large hand finding it’s way onto the smooth arch of your neck and grip it with enough force to make you literally feel the air slip through your nose. He was getting aggravated, and you could tell. It excited you.

“Now, you’re gonna do me a favor alright?” He asks with the infamous head tilt yet again, and the condescending nature behind his tone brings chills down your spine.

“You’re gonna get down on your knees,” his hands squeeze with a pause,” crawl over to me while I sit in that chair,” another tight squeeze and you could feel the blood circulation beginning to slow down, “and beg me to fuck that pussy of yours.”

With a final squeeze, he released you hard enough to send you bouncing against the foreign bed. You felt wrecked already, gasping for air and trying to hide the arousal slowly taking control of your legs.

Matsukawa was smart— smarter than you’d like to admit. Especially now, finally letting it hit you that he gave you an offer you just couldn’t refuse. So with that, you shamingly lowered your body onto the cold floors of the dorm that wasn’t yours.

Almost slow enough to give him some type of revenge, you maneuvered your way towards the hardwood chair. His eyes never left yours, only to watch the curve of your ass and arch in your back move with every step closer to him.

The silence in the room was deafening. Nothing but the pattering of your knees and hands against the cold floor could be heard until you finally reached between his largely spread out legs. This was the most humiliating thing you had ever experienced in a really long fucking time.

He says nothing though, watching as you get comfortable with the position of resting against the calves of your legs. Your eyes remain on his, eyebrows furrowed and lips pressed shut almost as if you wanted to make sure he knew you weren’t going to do it. You were not going to beg him.

“Why do you make this so hard?” He asks in an annoyed manner, arms reaching for your hair and softly grasping it enough to control your movements and inch your face all the way closer to his own.

“Just do what I say and we’ll both be happy.”

You want to scoff at his words. You want to tell him to shut the fuck up, get his disgusting hand off of your hair, and tell him words you probably legally shouldn’t even be able to repeat. You really did want to, but you just couldn’t.

Not when the pool between your legs only deepened with every words that came out of his mouth. Not when you were sitting between his legs and smelled the sensational cologne you had found yourself longing to smell throughout the day. And especially not when you saw the curvaceous print of something that made your eyes water.

You just couldn’t refuse him.

“Please.” You mutter in reluctance, and Issei laughs at you in your own face.

“That’s you begging?” He teases, a slightly baby voice with his words making you bite your lip in annoyance.

You open your mouth to say more, but come to a loss for words when he brings your face slower to his and slips his tongue inside. His grip on your hair is rough, lips gnawing at your own with enough hunger to make you believe that if he wasn’t touching you in some type of way, he would have lost his mind.

Your hands reach up to his face clearly, body uncomfortable sitting up to keep up with his own pace until he pulls away from you.

“Get on the bed,” he orders, “don’t make me say it twice.”

You hated it. You hated how fast your body raised itself from the invisible confinement’s the ground and onto Makki’s soft duvet. You hated just how responsive your body was to his commands as much as you tried not to be.

The silence within the four walls was louder than anything else could possibly be, the sound of your heartbeat being drowned out by the sensation of being underneath his gaze. It only took a few seconds, but after kicking his shoes off somewhere within the room, Mattsun’s body rolled on top of yours and laid your body down underneath his own.

His hands clasped onto your wrists as he pinned you below his towering frame. His lips found yours like it was common sense, and the feeling of all of him on you gave your body whiplash. Matsukawa was an enigma, and you wanted nothing more than to figure all of him out the way he did with you.

“Mmm,” you moan out, lips breaking away from his as he hungrily resorts to the bare skin of your neck, “M-Matsukawa..” His name was like the sweet sensation of candy on your tongue, and as much as he hated to hear you call him such a thing, he couldn’t help but feel his pants tighten as the sound of the vowels coming from your mouth.

“We- we can’t.” Your voice was almost soft, the natural raspiness bringing his attention back up from your collarbones and over to your face with his thick eyebrows furrowed.

“We can’t what?” He practically hissed the last word in your direction. You felt the heat rush through your legs even more knowing he was growing agitated with you, and you start to silently question your own sanity.

“We can’t do this.” You repeat, and the faint hint of a smirk makes Mattsun realize maybe you weren’t so far gone.

“And why not?” He teases back, tongue lapping against your jawline and bringing his teeth into the soft tissue with more and more pressure.

You couldn’t think— you could barely keep your own composure when his long fingers started to wander in places it shouldn’t have. You could barely hide the gasp that slipped out when you felt his calloused fingertips softly circle you through your panties.

Nothing in your brain made any sense unless it had to do with the curly haired man in front of you. He had consumed your thoughts, controlled your body, and inhaled every inch of you the minute he allowed a slender finger to slip between your lips and into your embarrassingly wet hole.

You finally came to terms with the fact that Matsukawa had full control over this situation.

He took the second your lips gaped open to stick his tongue in there, saliva slipping off the tip of his own muscle and onto the familiar comfort of the back of your throat. The room suddenly got hotter, your legs suddenly became weaker, and you knew that it was only a matter of time before he got his way with you.

“C’mon princess,” he nudged your head with his own, making your shut eyes glance into his brown irises, “let me hear that smart ass mouth.”

The words make you clench around his one finger, and you try your hardest to bite back the moan. It was almost as if he got off to the thought of humbling you, and you got off to the thought of proving him wrong.

“What smart ass mouth?” You bite back, hands rummaging through his messy locks and bringing his warm frame impossibly closer to your own.

His smirk was lethal, eyes half-lidded and holding that careless gleam you grew to admire. “The one that usually has my dick stuffed in it.”

You wanted to hit him at his words, but the minute he punctuated the final word, another finger slipped into your pussy and began to rotate and scissor back and forth within your walls. The feeling was good, in a way you wouldn’t expect since you were more of a clitoris girl.

He watched you intently, eyes never leaving yours as he moved his hands enough to make you squirm underneath him. This, Issei decides, is a memory he will replay until the day he’s six feet under. He could die a happy man.

At least, as long as he finishes getting to fuck you all the way through.

“Stop messin’ around, ‘Sei..” You plead underneath him, and the empty yet satisfied expression on your face was enough to make him hold his body upright and begin to remove your clothes with a painful impatience.

From your shirt, to even your own socks, your clothes were sprawled around Makki’s room much too far away to be able to get dressed quick enough in case you got caught, but the minuscule details didn’t matter to you: fucking the lights out of Issei Matsukawa was all you could coherently think about.

His now naked torso found yours once again, lips hungrily clashing against one another’s with arms legs tangling with nothing but pure desire. Almost as fast as you had started, you felt him claw at your panties over to the side of your thigh.

“Put it in for me, will ya’?” He nearly growls at you, and you find it harder to breathe even though you’d never admit it to him.

Mocking his lazy smirk, you rub your soft hands down his abs and over to the half erect dick sticking up to the left of bare bare stomach. The tip is leaking, and you almost have to restrain your own body from crawling down there and taking up down your throat with one good swallow.

Before he even gets the chance to open his mouth, you press the throbbing tip against the rim of your pussyhole, and slip it all the way in with no warning other than the small giggle replaying over and over again in his ears.

“Shit..” He drags out into your neck, and the vibration makes you clench around him in arousal.

Issei always filled you up faster than you could focus, and if his extremely big dick didn’t knock the air out your lungs, then the grip he loved having on your throat did when he began to rub his palm against the soft flesh with a tight squeeze.

Nothing but pants were able to leave your lips, and you couldn’t tell if it was how his cock already had you feeling dumb or if it was the really tight pressure on your neck. Whatever it was, it was goddamn euphoric.

“‘Atta girl,” he groans, beginning to pump into you harder and deeper with each thrust, “take daddy’s dick the way I know you can..”

His words of praise make you crack out a moan, and you can’t help but press your legs tightly around his waist in order to get some more closeness between your two bodies.

There was something very wrong with the situation you were in, and you were both well aware of that. Number one, you were fucking in Makki’s freshly washed sheets, and god knows Makki washes his clothes enough to make that last. And number two, you both had never fucked missionary.

Sure, he loved sitting you on his lap and pistoning his dick so far up and deep in there, he sees his tip thrust against your stomach. And sure, the view of you throwing your ass back hard enough with an arch he couldn’t help but bite a fist at was one of his guilty pleasures— but missionary was something neither of you had even dared talked about.

And the fact that you had both just absentmindedly agreed to do such a thing would have been a topic of a very much needed conversation, but the sensation pouring through your veins was enough to get you to forget about such a thing.

One particular thrust shoved within your walls far enough to make your eyes roll back, hands clawing up and down Issei’s bare back in pure sensation.

“S-Shit,” words struggle to string together in your head, and you begin to realize why so many people like fucking like this, “do it like you mean it.”

There was that witty sex talk Matsukawa was just so turned on by. He chuckles at your words, and you think he’s gonna snap back at you with something even smoother. But he doesn’t: instead he begins to slam his large cock in and out of you at a speed that made you scream in surprise.

“You’re so needy, daddy.” The word slips through your moans, and Issei’s ears perk up at the familiarity. It was ironic really, how much your pussy gripped him tightly back in each time he pulled out of you yet here you are telling him that he’s the needy one.

“Really, doll?” He smiles down at you, bottom lip stuck between his teeth as he hears the squelching of your begging pussy get ravished underneath him.

Each thrust gets deeper and slower as the both of you don’t notice, and you’re holding eye contact in a way that you never do unless his face is stuffed between your cunt. This was foreign, but then again, so was the idea of fucking Mattsun until now.

“Mm, fuck— yes, yea you are.” Your eyes squeeze shut in pleasure at a particular thrust, and you feel him smack the side of your throat in annoyance.

He wants you to look at him, so you do.

You open them, and what you see as you’re being fucked back into reality makes your brain stop working. There he was, the light of Makki’s lamp illuminate the droplets of sweat on his forehead and make his hair stick to his forehead. He’s staring deep into you, each thrust making you feel as if his eye sparkle with it. You could barely think, boobs flowing up and down between your pressed together frames and you realize that you’re the reason his body is so pressed against you.

Matsukawa know’s he shouldn’t be doing this. He shouldn’t be feeling as if he could cum off your expression alone, and especially not if he was literally fucking you at the same time. His thrusts shouldn’t have become so deep, and his eyes shouldn’t have bored into your bedroom ones. He was getting in too deep, literally and metaphorically, and he just couldn’t find the means to pull himself out.

His hand never leaves your throat, and the feeling of each whimper pulsating through his fingers is enough to make him groan on his own. Your eyes leave his for a second, and he feels his stomach do something really weird. So he reacts before he thinks about what he’s doing.

“What are you looking at?”

His tone is condescending, almost daring you to answer as you turn your irises back onto his. You feel his hand tighten yet again, and his thrusts begin to pick up in pleasure.

“Fuck daddy..” You begin to plead, the strength of his thrusts swallowing you whole and spitting you back out each time.

“You feel so good, baby.” His words are strained, and you nearly lose it at that point. The rope in your stomach only loses its resolve, and you realize that this is the quickest you’ve ever been to feeling like you’re going to cum.

His hand moves from inhabiting your throat to taking its position behind the softness of your neck, and the act of intimacy has you looking over at him with wide, fucked out eyes. Issei ignores it (more like forces himself), eyes staring back deeply into yours in a way that brought chills to your sweaty body.

The once silent room transformed into the sound of nothing but clapping, Matsukawa’s groans, and your pants and pleads for a break, mercy— anything at this point to get a break from his relentless strokes.

“Just let go for me, Y/N.”

His words are strict, lips licking onto the lobe of your left ear as the hand once caressing the back of your neck (somehow) found itself pressing onto your clit. You thought it was too much already, each thrust causing a wet slick to stick to your thighs being enough for you— but never for him. And he made it clear once he started to feverishly flick his long fingers against the pulsating nub enough to nearly numb you from the waist down. It was too much.

And that was clear to Issei, especially when he watches as your body literally let go. The tense feeling within your arms was gone, eyes rolling back and moans becoming pornographically dragged out, and Mattsun wished he recorded this. His thrusts were speeding up even more, his body beginning to chase his own high while you were in the midst of your own.

Your legs begin to tremble against his thighs, and he thinks your twitching frame is the hottest thing he’s ever seen. Words could barely slip through your lips, his harsh thrusts in and out of your pussy bringing drool over towards the corner of your lips.

You couldn’t tell if him licking the line of saliva coming out of your mouth and spitting it back into your mouth was attractive or not, but you never got the chance to question it. At least, not when he removes his chest from yours as he takes a particular thrust to your cervix and smacks your pussy enough to hear it against the thrusts.

“ISSEI!” Your throat calls out, and nothing but his messy brown hair and intense eyes staring into your soul is real anymore.

Stars begin to form within your vision, and you cum. Hard.

He stops for a while, watching the cream cover his cock with more and more inches being pulled out, and he has an idea. So with that, Matsukawa takes one of his long fingers, collects your creamy discharge, and slips it into the confinement’s of his sinning lips. You watch in shock, eyes barely being able to hold itself open after cumming so intensely.

And right when you thought things just couldn’t get worse (re: better), he grips your chin with those same fingers enough to leave a bruise and manually opens your mouth. You release an embarrassingly loud moan when he spits your own cum into your mouth, taking your tongue back into his mouth and sharing the salty sensation between the two of you.

He begins to pump into you again, and it’s much too soon for your poor pussy to handle.

“Fuck princess,” he begins to moan, and you realize just how vocal he’s trying not to be yet it being with you, “this pussy’s made for me.”

The words make you whimper, hands doing the impossible and gripping onto his sweaty cheeks. You’d never done that before, and you can tell he’s caught off guard by the way his strokes lose it’s animalistic pattern. You press your forehead to his, lips finding itself back onto his as you moan loudly into his mouth.

“Cum for me daddy,” you plead, and Issei’s eyes go wide. “Please just fill me up.”

To make it worse, your legs entrap him within your smaller frame yet again and Matsukawa loses it. He gets lost in the sensation of you soaking walls and the feeling of his balls slapping against your skin enough to start to silently whimper.

“C’mon Issei,” the word is dangerous in this moment, never being used to close to one another’s climax and you realize this has become much more than just a mistake, “show me who I belong to.”

You didn’t know what possessed you to say such a thing, but the feeling of his hips stuttering in and out of you for just a second bring you into a state of satisfaction. He gets rougher though, and the overstimulation of your tight walls being relentlessly molded into the shape of his oversized dick yet again brings your teeth to bite at the space of his shoulder in pleasure.

You don’t know if he hisses in pain, or hisses at the sensation of your hand slipping between your bouncing frames and over to the warmth of your throbbing clit.

“You belong to me,” he groans out, “mine.”

With one last thrust and one last silent scream from your throat, you find yourself unwinding beneath him yet again. You also feel him release into your walls, painting you with his white cum enough to make you feel stuffed and leaking with more.

You both panted for air, Mattsun’s body sprawled against yours in aftershock from what just happened. It wasn’t supposed to get so deep. It was supposed to be a simple hate fuck every now and then to satisfy the two of you enough to relax every now and then. It was never supposed to get possessive.

And you figure he’s thinking the same way when he lifts his head up from resting between the valley of your breasts to look over at you. His eyes are back to being blank spaces, bored expression staring deep at you and blinking expectingly.

“So does this mean..” Issei’s words are drowned out when you hear it— the sound of the door clicking open and slamming against the opposite wall.

Almost as fast as it started, the moment ended with Issei scrambling to get off your body and cover you with the white duvet. There stood three of the people you really didn’t want to see— a shocked Hanamaki, a flustered Iwaizumi, and a beaming Oikawa.

No one said a word, eyes frantically searching the room for any and every detail to the events that just happened. They had finally caught you two having sex, and at one of the worst times possible. Your eyes find Mattsun’s for a second, his own looking over at you and a faint blush covering his ears and making you mentally repeat the word cute for whatever reason.

This was it— and you hated to admit it. This was when the dynamic of your relationship had to change, and something had to give. And it was all those three idiots’ fault.

The ringleader, almost as if being able to tell he’s being thought about, closes his gaping mouth and repeats the actions a few more times before raising a finger and pointing back and forth between the two of you.

“Alright, the most important question…” Makki pauses dramatically, and everyone subconsciously holds their breath to think about the possible answers to the unknown question. We just started doing this, or it’s the first time, or it’s not what it looks like even though it definitely is.

“Who the hell is going to be the one to wash my sheets?”

BONUS.

“Makki, you fucking idiot—”

“Mattsun, I can’t believe you’d hide this from me—”

“Guys..” You whimpered out, voice barely there from the noises you were previously making and eyes glaring at everyone in exhaustion.

“Ow, Jesus Iwaizumi, you know you’re heavy handed—”

“Oikawa, what the fuck are you talking about—”

“I’ve never felt this betrayed before in my life—”

“Guys!” You tried again, and you turn to Matsukawa in search of help but only find him arguing along with them like the idiot he is deep down.

“Stop crying like a bitch Makki, I didn’t even hit you that hard—”

“Bullshit, I feel a bump coming—”

“How can I reclaim your trust? I’ll do anything—”

“Shut the fuck up!” You finally get out, and everyone shuts their mouths to turn towards you in awe.

You stood there, blanket barely covering your naked and flustered body sprawled against the softness of the bed and Makki silently thinks about how he isn’t even in that much of a rush to wash those sheets.

“We can talk once this asshole,” you jab a finger at Mattsun’s thick chest, and you realize you might’ve been down for another round if the other’s hadn’t walked in, “and I get dressed. For now? Out.”

Your voice was raspy, but the seriousness was easy to read as everyone silently agreed and squeezed their way through the doors one by one. Makki was last to go, but you watched as he looked to be contemplating something before shutting the door.

“Not to be that guy, but next time,” he begins, head peaking through the door enough to see the playful grin that practically lived on his face as he stared over at the two of you in awe, “at least invite me if you’re gonna do it on my bed.”

                            © 444TSUMU | 2021

[444tsumu]

title Suck & Blow

including atsumu miya & female reader

rating ★ ★ ☆ (nsfw)

warnings explicit language, fratboy atsumu, rough asphyxiation, spitting, daddy gets used once, rough sex, kinda public, slightly under the influence, don’t be silly wrap ur willy

word count 4,700+ words

author’s note if you caught the reference to a certain pop-culture film, send an ask with the answer & your name so i could properly ask for ur name in marriage. also FIRST FIC ON HERE FUCK YES LMFAO HERE WE GOOOOO

summary all it takes is one college party game and you’re fully prepared to get ruined by someone you’d least expect.

When Atsumu Miya promised you he would ruin your entire life in the 7th grade, you didn’t think he’d meant those words as much as he really did.

Sure, you both had a deep (and oddly unreasonable) hatred for each other that usually put poor Osamu in a tough pickle. Besides that though, you couldn’t help but carry this disdain for the faux blond through the many (unfortunate) years of familiarization.

He’d always been so arrogant, glancing down at you with his nose turned up towards the site of your charmingly hideous recreation of the Statue of Liberty for art class, always telling you that you weren’t fast enough with your shitty legs so you never got the grace of sitting down next to ‘Samu, and never giving you as much as a second look when his brother wasn’t in his vicinity.

At first, you wanted to get him to like you. Why wouldn’t you? He was the boy you’ve had a crush on since before puberty’s brother and it was in your best interest to get along with him.

The only issue? It was Miya Atsumu for Christ’s sake.

Eventually it happened, causing you to be a bit more comfortable with the blond, or at least comfortable enough to show up to one of his fraternity’s (or more like sports club, but ‘Tsumu really wanted the full college experience so he demanded everyone called it Delta Ball which was really dumb if you asked ‘Samu) party tonight.

You weren’t one to dress up, but it was your senior year at the University and why not go all out for one of the last parties of the year?

You weren’t one to dress up, but it was your senior year at the University and why not go all out for one of the last parties of the year?

The little black dress you had on did nothing to hide you, confidently walking through the house as if it was your own (because it basically was, you never went to the parties but you always seemed to be there) with your head held high.

At least, you were for the first 30 minutes to an hour before the (many) drinks you downed began to settle in. Whether it be the constant little snarky yet flirtatious remake thrown to whoever caught it, to the dance moves you’d probably rather burn alive than do sober— you were having the time of your life.

“Well whatta’ we have here, Bo’?”

Keyword, were.

The drink in your hand found itself sliding down your throat faster than before, the idea of being closer to drunk to communicate with Atsumu being the best one yet. You turned around excruciatingly slow, two towering buff varsity players smirking down at you with nothing but mischief.

“Bokuto, please don’t participate in his bullshit.” You announced, dull face hiding the small glint of excitement bubbling in your stomach.

Okay, so maybe the faint rivalry started to drift away and something a bit more started to grow for the other, other twin. Sure, Samu was nice, funny, chill, and an amazing cook— but it was something about Atsumu’s way of being both clumsy and extremely diligent, dorky and cocky, and funny and corny at the same time that started to make you think of him in other ways that wasn’t clouded in wrath.

He always challenged you, meeting your snarky remarks with equally sarcastic ones, innocently flirting with you in ways that you knew he only did to get under your skin, and grew into his looks a lot more once he started consistently playing volleyball.

His dialect got a bit stronger (especially cause he was a bit drunk at this exact moment), and his cheeks were flushed enough to make you want to see what they’d look like panting with sweat—

“Don’t ya’ go all goldfish now, this is serious!” The setter whined, his babyish persona making you roll your eyes and lean into Bokuto’s large chest in exasperation.

You almost missed the way his eyes raced towards your movement and back over to your face with a bit more of a furrow to his thick eyebrows— almost.

“C’mon Y/N! I really want you to come play this game with us!” Bo’s large voice boomed through the bass in his chest, your ears ringing and a smile just having to replace your frown because it’s Bokuto we’re talking about.

“Anyone gonna tell me about the game?” Your slightly tipsy voice questions as you adjust the bottom of your ever-rising dress and swing whatever was left in your solo cup to see if it did something, anything, to it’s remains.

“Oh it’s—”

“You’ll see, darlin’!”

You could hear it in Atsumu’s voice— something that wasn’t supposed to happen was definitely about to happen. And you knew you should probably turn around and demand Bokuto spills it since it isn’t in his nature to lie to anyone about such a thing, but the alcohol caused you to (almost) smirk in utter excitement.

At least, you were until you realized exactly what you were getting into when you walked over into the kitchen.

“There’s no way I’m doing this.” You stated factually, eyes blinking long and hard at the audacity of the silver haired ace and idiot setter. “There’s just no way.”

“Please Y/N! Pretty please!”

Suck and Blow. A cursed game that did nothing but give you traumatic experiences with traumatic people in the past for you. To say the least, it was like hell reincarnated into a single card that spread around a circle of people and gave you a grave amount of anxiety and embarrassment, no matter how nonchalant you were.

“I’m not getting mono just cause you guys need another player.” Your words slip through your lips faster than you could stop them. Sometimes you didn’t mean to be so mean, but when put in a predicament like this— it was nothing short of necessary.

“Just one round, it’s all we’re asking for!” Bokuto’s voice exclaimed, his hair deflating in just the slightest way that you knew you couldn’t ignore. Curse Atsumu and his knowledge of your weakness for the sweet boy.

You paused, not wanting to give Atsumu the satisfaction of knowing your mind was already made up the minute Bokuto started emoing out. You hated when they both teamed up like this, you really did. “I’m not standing next to that fucking weirdo that got his tonsils removed.”

You crinkle your nose at the thought, chugging down the leftover drink and tossing the empty cup onto the marble kitchen counter. Deep breaths, you thought, it’s just suck and blow.

“Stop being such a pussy,” you mumbled, “it’s suck and blow.”

“Wanna try either one of those on me later, princess?”

Atsumu’s voice was rough, the dialect mumbling into your ear in a way to where you could practically rip the stupid smirk off his (secretly blushing) face that was just a few centimeters away from yours. You knew you loved it, the attention the blond gave you that he never really did to other girls. And you ate it right up.

“You’re gonna end up eating both those words and something else tonight.” Your voice aired into his ear, a small nibble onto his earlobe being the finishing touch as you didn’t bother to watch his reaction.

Were you screaming internally? Yes. Was your face starting to grow hot from the two oral innuendos being thrown into the air? Absolutely. Were you going to give Atsumu the satisfaction of knowing it got to you though? Hell the fuck no.

At least, if you didn’t show it, then Atsumu definitely did. His red cheeks and widened eyes were a tell all, the bright brown irises uncontrollably zooming over your figure again and again in a way that would’ve made Osamu disgusted if he wasn’t off somewhere playing beer pong somewhere with Suna.

You walked closer towards the circle, Bokuto and you being separated by someone you knew to be in your Literature II class to your right, and Atsumu’s body not daring to let anything come between either of you. It took a lot of mental convincing that he only did it because he knew ‘Samu would have his head if he let anyone cop a feel during Suck and Blow. What other reason could there possibly be (other than the fact that the two of you wanted to do nothing more than ravage one another)?

“So everyone understands the rules right?”

You snap yourself out of your thoughts, not even realizing the round had started quicker than you anticipated. It started with a few people you could recognize by face, quickly reaching Atsumu and getting closer to you.

You had expected him to purposely fuck the entire game up, or at least had some hope that it would, and press his lips onto yours out of spite. It never came though, the feeling of the plastic card touching your lips and guiltily bringing a slight (almost non-existent) damper on your mood. Your mouth presses roughly onto the card, passing it over to the next person and watching as the card continues to travel though the circle past Bokuto.

“Surprised ya’ held onto it for that long.” Atsumu teases, his words once again close to your ears in a way that brought chills down your spine. You couldn’t tell where the surge of attraction for him came from, but it was almost surreal feeling it in action.

“What can I say?” You smile, leaning your head onto his shoulder to bring your lips over to him yet again. “I’m just really good at sucking.”

It wasn’t out of character for either of you to shoot harmless jokes towards each other. What was, though, was for you to throw back flirtatious remarks Atsumu threw at you with a blind eye. He wasn’t used to hearing you retaliate in a way that didn’t intend to hurt his feelings. And he’d be lying like a sinner if he said he didn’t love it.

The card reached over towards Atsumu again, your eyes closing in preparation for the plastic to touch your lips once again.

It never came though, and you were going to open your mouth to release a smart remark until you were met with the warmth of what you took to be the blond’s tongue. It was almost out of a movie, his arm wrapping around your neck so smoothly, you would’ve believed this was his plan all along. All around, people began to hoot and holler at the view in front of them, but you couldn’t bring it upon yourself to hear them.

All you could think about was how annoying Atsumu was for trying to get all the attention on him during a very intense first round. Sure, it was extremely hot and he was a really good kisser (no really, he was, and by the way the two of you shoved and sucked onto the others tongue, it was very much mutual), but you weren’t going to go down in history like the girl who froze in time when the Atsumu Miya planted one right on her lips.

So with that, your hand softly trailed its way up his toned torso, to his chest, up into his hair only to pull him back by his soft locks and stare blankly (and embarrassingly) at him. “God, ‘Tsumu. Can you suck?”

Your voice was dry, raspily slipping through your lips as you tilted his head on your own command with your right hand. Before he could give you his own cocky retort, Bokuto’s loud hands clapped over the music.

“Okay you two, you know the rules!” He announces, grabbing the two of you with his hands (and shooting a very obvious, far from subtle wink to the setter next to you) and dragging you towards the pantry on the other side of him.

“Seven minutes!” Bokuto proudly yells, and not a single protest could slip from your freshly used lips before he slams the pantry door closed and cuts off all signs of light from the outside.

Now, drunken you (and horny you) would’ve been ecstatic about being locked in a fraternity pantry with a hot star athlete whose muscles almost popped out the sleeves of his t-shirt. The you at this exact moment though, was nearly shivering in anger and utter embarrassment.

“You’re such a dick.” You mumble, rolling your eyes as you turn over towards the blond and feel the rest of your harsh words get stuck behind the tongue that nearly lolled out from your lips at the sight.

There stood Atsumu, a blush on his cheeks and nose, as well as a smirk that made your panties feel like a burden between your thighs. The chain resting on his neck brought a heartbeat to somewhere that wasn’t located on your chest, and before you knew it, you realized you really wanted to fuck Atsumu Miya right now.

And before you could take back your thoughts and ruin something that probably (definitely) shouldn’t start, you found your body moving on it’s own (and by the help of Atsumu’s now rough grip on your waist, as well as the fingers you had wrapped around his silver chain) to his warm frame and crashing your lips together with nothing else to say.

Experiencing it once took you off guard. This time though, it was almost as if fighting each other with your tongues was the only way for either of you to survive. His hands began to wander around you, a groan slipping through his throat into yours and swallowing up your rational thoughts completely because if there was anything in this world you wanted to do, it was to evoke that sound out of this man again.

“‘Tsumu.” You broke away, nothing but the sound of your pants for air surrounding the (now super tiny) pantry and Atsumu’s lips smacking across your jaw and over to your neck greedily.

“Keep sayin’ it darlin’.” He muttered into your neck, a whimper leaving your lips once he sunk his canine-like teeth into the soft skin between your shoulder blade and neck.

“I really want to,” which was true, “but I’d rather you hear me do it in your room.”

Everything stopped (or at least everything in the pantry), and you realized this excited him when something began to rub against your body that was much too close to be comfortable to Atsumu. There goes yet another reason for you to lose your panties.

You had an epiphany the moment Atsumu’s large frame nearly broke the pantry door down and practically carried you out the door.

You couldn’t even pay attention to the comments and loud boisterous noises being made by his friends as he dragged you through heaps of people and closer towards the stairs. You had a second to breathe, the sexual tension taking up so much of your mind that words were difficult to form in a perfectly strung sentence. At least, you couldn’t until you felt Atsumu’s strong arms grip onto the back of your knees and your back in a way that literally dropped you into his arms.

“Idiot, can I get a warning before you try flashing me to the entire house!” You frowned, your drunken anger subsiding the arousal and bringing you slightly back down to Earth. Atsumu only smirked down at you, nearly skipping steps up onto the emptier second floor of the house.

“Princesses should never have to walk up some stairs.”

You wanted to blush, you really did because since when did Atsumu Miya drop bombs like that on you? But the flash coming from two devices at the foot of the stairs brought your spinning head past his arms and making eye contact with none other than Suna Rintarō and Osamu Miya and you knew at this point you were too far gone. Giving them the middle finger, both your bodies disappeared up the stairs and into the third bedroom to the right, Atsumu’s bedroom.

The lights were already off, and you didn’t waste any time before slamming the large framed boy against his own door and bringing his lips back to yours.

“Eager huh?” He smirked between your lips, and you nearly moaned when his large hands dragged their way down to your ass and gave your cheek a rough smack followed by an equally tightly gripped squeeze. The motions spread your ass further apart, the sensation of cool air seeping between your legs and onto an area begging for attention.

“Shut the fuck up, please.”

Your words were harsh, but you paid it no mind as you used the arms rubbing his muscular torso to pull his white shirt over his head and kick your shoes off somewhere in the corner. Atsumu took this time to take off his jeans, a print you couldn’t even mentally measure haunting you in a way that only excited you for what’s about to come.

Atsumu knew deep in his heart that he tried his hardest to not rip your dress. He really did. He knew it cost you money, and he knew you probably really liked it enough to wear it to one of the last parties of the year. He, on the other hand, loved it too much to ever be able to physically see it on you again. So with that being said, the sound of fabric ripping and growing looser on your body brought a scowl to your panting face.

“You’re buying—”

“I’ll buy ya’ a thousand of these once we get rich, for now,” he interrupts, ripping the rest of the dress off and nearly foaming at his mouth from the sight of you with nothing on, “lemme drill ya’ into my mattress please.”

His words weren’t taken lightly, and an involuntary whine escaped your lips as you found yourself wrapping your legs against his bare waist. You both clashed your lips together once more as if you couldn’t find it within yourselves to separate, and if you had a chance, you wouldn’t stop.

Sure, Atsumu’s always been good at a lot of things. But kissing? Kissing might just take the cake. Before you could finish though, you feel his calloused hands slide it’s way up your bare chest and towards your neck with some grip. The hand choking you threw you against his extremely soft mattress, and you gasped in surprise at his rough actions. Almost instinctively, you scrambled to pull your panties off and leave you bare and uncaring against the white of his sheets practically dripping down onto them.

He couldn’t see you, but he could make out the glistening sweetness pooling between your thighs and the way your chest heaved up and down and Atsumu realized he’s successfully lived to tell the tale of what Heaven looks like in the flesh.

“Just fuck me please,” you said, the rasp in your voice bringing Atsumu’s attention over to your face twisted in nothing but arousal. He wanted to listen to you, he really did, but he also knew it wasn’t the right thing to do yet.

“I wanna, sweets, but ya’—”

You disregarded anything further, the heartbeat between your thighs only growing as you pulled his briefs down and exposed something you’d always thought about.

Now, you have been with your fair share of men, especially now that you’re in college. A lot of them were pretty average, a few all star players being more hung than others. Atsumu though, was unlike anyone or anything you’d ever seen. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t drool a bit at the sight. It curved perfectly as it slapped harshly against his stomach. From its extensive girth, to its perfectly looking veins running up and blending into the swollen looking mushroomed tip you envisioned choking on— you finally concluded that literally everything was perfect on Atsumu Miya.

“Like whatcha’ see?” He smirks, using a hand on your neck again to push you into the mattress and press his bare skin into your own and drive you insane. You smiled condescendingly in response while your hand dragged its way between your bodies and directly onto his (overly) thick erection.

He was painfully hard, leaking with precum as a small whimper slipped through his throat and into your mouth.“You’re a noisy one, aren’t you?” You tease slyly.

Your words fell on deaf ears, an equally sarcastic response not being able to make its way out Atsumu’s mouth as you slipped him inside you in just one shove. Your body began to feel full already, half of him slipping through your velvety walls and bringing a vein to the blond’s neck.

“Fuck,” he groans, eyes fluttering shit as his mouth stood agape and you decided that fucking Atsumu Miya was enough for you to die in peace.

The rest of him slipped inside, agonizingly slow enough to make you whimper in his ear at the fullness inside you. You were pretty sure if you could, you could watch him bulge through your tummy.

The fullness left you even dizzier than the alcohol, hands grasping at his (impressively) muscular frame and biting your lip harshly. “‘Tsumu, too big.”

Your whimpers cried out, eyes hardly being able to stay open as he began to move in and out of you at a slow and gentle pace. He did nothing but watch your face struggle to find itself yet again, legs already shaking at the slow pattern he hit with your squelching heat.

“Never felt a pussy this wet before,” he groaned, using an arm to grip onto your chin harshly and force you to face him. The room began to spin again, nothing but hazel brown iris shrinking you underneath his towering frame, “let me know when yer’ ready.”

Words tried but couldn’t fall out, nodding your head and releasing a loud moan when Atsumu backed all the way out and pounded his way back into you like nothing. The change in pace caused you to gasp loudly, sitting your torso up slightly and watching the way his dick disappeared in and out of you with more wetness stuck to it then before.

“Fuck, ‘Tsumu.” Your voice dragged out, a loud moan escaping when he began to piston in and out of you at a rougher pace. His hands couldn’t leave your body, gripping your waist, your neck, and finally landing inside your mouth to pry it wide open with two thick fingers.

“Open up.” He demanded, your tongue lollying out per his orders without even a second guess.

It was like he was taunting you, your breasts moving up and down with each thrust you couldn’t think straight so you had no choice but to do what he said. With a lustful glimmer in his eyes, he trailed his other hand down to the wetness trailing down your thigh creating all the noise in the world.

He collected it on his finger, sucking it loud enough to cover the thrusts filling your head and making you moan at the sight of him drinking you up like you were water in a dessert. With your mouth still open, moans couldn’t stop coming out from your lips: Atsumu’s eyes found yours, spitting a mixture of his saliva and your juices onto your tongue and releasing your tongue from his grip.

“Be a good girl fer’ me, baby.” He said, groaning at the end of some words from the sensation of being pulled back into you every time he backed out.

Your eyes rolled back, swallowing and letting him see everything was all gone.

“Your good girl, ‘Tsumu,” you whimpered out, the feeling of how quick he was bottoming in and out of you nearly giving you whiplash. Your hand that wasn’t gripping onto his arm, found it’s way over to his hand and gestured it weakly across your face. You wanted him to smack you, and by the way he started smirking with pleasure, you knew he wanted to smack you too.

“That’s right princess,” he moaned, taking his hand from your grasp and roughly smacking it across your face. The sensation brought goosebumps to your skin, twitching underneath him and starting to feel that bubbling sensation in your stomach you were all too familiar with.

The overstimulation became too much, your fingers making their way down from his overbearing frame to your pulsating clitoris begging for a fraction of attention. You were reaching an edge you were unfamiliar with, so much stimulation causing jolts to run through your body enough to practically make you see stars. From the groans slipping out his lips, to the way he manhandled your pussy to where the sounds were heard above the music— Atsumu Miya had successfully ruined everyone else for you. He had done the impossible.

“I’m gonna—” your words hesitated, the rest not even being able to come out because Atsumu’s hand slipped its way over to your neck and held you with a practically coma-inducing strength.

The stars once clouding your vision came once again, and it almost felt as if you had slipped into an all white dystopia of pure and utter pleasure. Cumming was out the question, you were orgasming longer than you could even believe was possible. Your entire body convulsed around him, gripping so tight it almost hurt if it wasn’t for how wet you were.

Your eyes rolled back, mouth agape and drool slipping out from the tip of your tongue and Atsumu himself realized you had ruined everyone else for him if it meant he’d be able to see that face whenever he had sex.

You were hypnotic, the sensation of your throbbing pussy clenching him in and out enough to drive the man insane.

“Fuck, fuck.” he barely strung together, veins throbbing through his neck and bringing you back to a state of consciousness.

“Harder, please daddy.”

That was the last straw for Atsumu Miya. He could no longer hold in the inevitable— you had made his toes curl at that point.

As quick as you said the words, his body pounded into you, your arms wrapping around his body and bringing his lips to yours. Your lips sloppy smacked against each other, tongues clashing and teeth gnawing at one another as he found himself shaking within you. His cum gushed through your hole, seeping out as gripped onto your neck just as tight as he did before.

“Y/N, fuck please, please.” He begged into your mouth, cumming for the longest Atsumu believes he’s ever came.

With deep (and struggling) breaths for air, Atsumu collapsed on top of you with nothing but an ‘oof’ to show his apologizes. His cock was still within you, only slightly softening and finding its home within your white painted walls. Nothing but your pants for air and the loud bass of music covered your ears, and you slowly found yourself ascending back down to earth from your inhumane high.

“That was…” you rasped out, voice nearly incoherent if Atsumu’s ear hadn’t already been pressed between your neck and the feathery pillow below you.

“You can’t fuck anyone else.” He muttered, words being lost between the sweat on your shoulders and the heart bear ringing in your ear.

You raise an eyebrow at him, wondering where the suddenness came from (even though he literally just came in you and you mentally decided you were inlove with him). “And why not?”

“‘Cause ya’ can’t just go around givin’ me competition.”

Atsumu’s voice was near a whine, cracking at the end of every syllable and bringing a small faint blush to your cheeks (you were sure you couldn’t see it, but you were also sure it was there).

“Is this you saying you wanna’ be the only one to do that, ‘Tsumu?” Your voice was light, still nearly lost but ringing with a warm tease soft enough to bring a certain unmissed redness to the tip of his ears.

“Shut yer’ trap.”

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[444tsumu]

▭ hey, mr. rager

including atsumu miya & female reader

tags short fic, college au, fratboy au

warnings explicit language, alcohol consumption, suggestive language

authors note atsumu brain rot. that’s all i can say rn.

His grip on your chin nearly numbed your tonsils, eyes adverting to his hazel brown ones and gleaming in utter ignorance.

When Atsumu had called out for shots, you thought they’d be the regular ones like everyone else had taken. Small dainty multicolored cups filled to the brim with different types of tequilas you’d never be able to name, rimmed with cheap salt and a wedge of lime waiting to be touched— you thought things were going to be more traditional.

With Atsumu though, you knew that’d never be the case, at least you learned that now.

“You trust me?” He asks you, and if he didn’t sound so pretty subtly begging for your permission, you would have consciously been able to say no.

Words weren’t able to slip down your throat though, the sensation of the burn left from his fingertips causing you to nod your head and do nothing but wait for him to do what he said he would do.

It’s just a shot.

Atsumu tilts his head back, and the veins on his neck nearly make you moan within his tight grasp. The clear Casamigos bottle tilts alongside his lips, pouring in a dangerous amount between his plump lips and your eyes widen. You knew what this was, and you only hoped he wasn’t planning on doing such a thing with everyone watching.

But Atsumu lived off of attention. He thrives off being the star in the room, and this was the perfect way to bring everyone into his vicinity with nothing less than utter interest. He did a lot of dumb things, a lot of stupid things, and a lot of gross things. This though? This was a side of Atsumu no one had seen before.

The alcohol drips slightly down his chin and you realize that this was actually happening. The bass in the song playing in the background was enough to bring you in and out of consciousness. Reality was a fleeting thought, because for once and for all, you were going to allow Atsumu perform the one shot he had been dying to try since he learned what it was: The Rager Shot.

He tilts his head back down, and you think this is when he looks the prettiest. Cheeks filled up to the brim with liquor, eyes a little hazy and little low from precious intoxication, hair sticking to his forehead in sweat yet still looking good enough to fuck, you finally come to the conclusion that drunk ‘Tsumu might be even prettier than his sober counterpart.

His fingers tighten alongside your jaw, and it causes your mouth to open at will. He’s much taller than you, towering over your frame and pressing your head just far back enough to make your neck feel as if it’s being strained. The music almost near disappeared the second your eyes came into contact with his own, and his hands move down into the comfort of your exposed throat.

You had been choked before, but not by hands so rough and so large. He had one hell of a grip, and by the way he tightened with every pulse of the beat, you knew that Atsumu Miya had destroyed every inch of self-respect you had mentally with how quick he made you want him to fuck you.

He hovers his head above yours, and almost suddenly, a steam of alcohol gets spit into your mouth and straight to the back of your throat. The liquor was warm with his own mouth temperature sticking along with it, and it tastes a bit like the gum he was hiding between his cheeks.

You refuse to gag, refuse to do as much as show anything less than the full front side of your tongue at his down disclosure. This was the nastiest, most unsanitary, yet hottest thing you had ever experienced before in your life.

He finishes off the last bit of his tequila trail down your throat and tightens his grip just enough to make it harder for you to swallow. You know what he did it for though, you know it’s to be able to feel the liquid travel forcefully down your throat in through your veins. He watches, eyes staring at your lips with not as much as an inch of embarrassment— no, Atsumu looks proud of what he just made you do in front of everyone at his frat’s party.

And oddly enough, you were too. You felt it as soon as you finished swallow the tequila and watched as Atsumu’s face lit up in something you weren’t familiar with. His lips curl up into a smirk, and he presses away the hair matted against his glimmering forehead. The crowd erupts, his grasp on your throat never loosens, and you realize he’s sending words your way when he forces you to look at him once again with a handful of your hair in his other hand.

“Your turn.”

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[444tsumu]

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decided to post this bad boy before I went to bed LMFAO #impulsivethings 😍 anyways yes!! you read this properly!! i’m doing a collab all on my mf own >:) everyone can participate and it’s over my favorite past time, 4/20 blazing it <3 please don’t let this flop or i will cry on here for a month and make u all feel bad about it !!! <<33 (I’m kidding lol) anyways I hope you guys enjoy it (:

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