Hii!! I’m new 2 tumblr so sorry if I do this wrong but I read ur rules before hand soo I think this is right.. would you do hcs (and possibly smut if u don’t mind) with sweet golden retriever bf Atsushi (hate that term but wtv) and mean bitchy reader? I always see hyper fem but never rude cunt reader.. where is the evil girl rep.. thanks again!!
⊹ ꒰🍙꒱ ˖ soft for a mean girl — atsuhi x fem!reader
cw: sfw & nsfw, hcs & a nsfw scene, cowgirl, hand job, subby atsushi, top reader, bitchy reader, dirty talk
♡ ｡ﾟ•┈ ୨ 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼 ୧ ┈• ｡ﾟ♡
⊹ ࣪ ˖ publicly you're sharp with him. privately you're still sharp with him. the difference is that privately he gets to put his mouth on you while you're being sharp and moaning his name at the same time, and you lets him.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ buuut.. he’s the only person who gets the softened version of you. everyone else gets the side eye, the dry “and?” when they try to talk to you, the deliberate silence that makes people feel stupid. atsushi gets the rare, almost reluctant “come here” and the way your fingers dig into his shirt when no one’s looking. he has a quiet, private pride about being the only one allowed this close to something that bites everyone else.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ he knows exactly how to push your buttons to get a reaction, and he does it on purpose when he wants yout attention. you'll call him annoying and he’ll just smile and do it again until you snap and grab him by the collar.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ he likes when you’re mean when you fuck. it doesn’t scare him or make him nervous. well at least, not anymore. if anything it makes him gentler, which somehow pisses you off more and makes you want him harder.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ you’re the one who initiates the sex more often. he gets flustered and soft and so fucking eager the second you start being deliberately cruel about what you want. he doesn’t top you. he doesn’t even try. he lets you set the temperature and then matches it.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ you can be mean while he’s inside you. you can tell him he’s too soft, too eager, that he fucks like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. he’ll just hold your hips tighter and keep going, eyes half lidded, mouth open, taking every insult like it’s praise. sometimes the cruelty makes him harder. sometimes it makes him slower, more deliberate, like he’s trying to prove something without saying it out loud.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ you'd expect him to not last long, or not get used to it. but he does. though sometimes he does wince internally at your cutting remarks or demeanor around others—but after a certain point, atsushi understands that this is just you, and just adapts to your character, you're mean, maybe a bitch too, and he'll love you even more because of it.
♡ ｡ﾟ•┈ ୧ 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓫𝓫𝓵𝓮 ୨ ┈• ｡ﾟ♡
you kept him pinned under you with one hand flat on his chest, knees tight around his hips. he was already hard and aching, the head of his cock leaking against your stomach every time you shifted. you rolled your hips once, slow, dragging your slick folds over the length of him until he made a soft, punched out gasp.
“you’re staring again,” you said, voice flat. “it’s embarrassing.”
“sorry-” he started, then cut himself off when your nails dug into his skin. he swallowed hard. “..not sorry.”
you reached down and wrapped your hand around him, not gentle. he twitched in your grip, thighs tensing. you stroked him once, twice, feeling how hot and heavy he was, how he dripped more pre every time your thumb brushed the sensitive head. then you stopped and just held him there, watching his face tighten.
“use your words properly or ’m getting off and leaving you like this.”
he nodded too fast, eyes already glassy. “yeah yeah, please.. want you to.. take what you want. however you want.. I'll be good.."
you leaned down close enough that your mouths almost touched, chucked low and teasingly, and murmured, “you always are baby” then you sank down onto him in one smooth motion.
the stretch was thick and sudden. your tight, wet heat swallowed him inch by inch, walls fluttering and clinging as he filled you. a soft, high moan slipped out of you before you could stop it, hips stuttering as your pussy molded around him, warm and greedy. he whimpered under you, hands flying to your thighs because he needed something to hold onto as your plush hips settled down onto his.
you set a pace that was just this side of mean—slow enough that you felt every ridge of him dragging against your sensitive walls, fast enough that the wet schlick of it filled the quiet room. every time he tried to thrust up to meet you, you dug your nails in and said “no.” he froze obediently every single time, breath coming in shaky little pants.
heat pooled low in your belly almost immediately. your pussy was already sopping, dripping down around him with every roll of your hips, the sound of rhe soft slap of skin getting louder. you could feel yourself clenching around him in tight, rhythmic pulls, walls squeezing and sucking his cock deeper like they didn’t want to let him go. it felt so fucking good you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from getting louder.
“look at you,” you said, almost mockingly (not really) even as another sharp exhale slipped out. “so fucking easy.. one mean word and you’re leaking for my pussy..”
you leaned down and bit the side of his neck hard enough to leave a mark—the sharp sting made him let out a high whimper that melted into a quiet whine, the sound making your own hips jerk, grinding down harder so the head of his cock dragged right against that swollen, sensitive spot inside you. a high, satisfied little sound escaped you as your thighs started trembling. you kept riding him anyway, chasing the heat curling tighter and tighter in your core.
he was already close—you could feel it in the way his cock twitched and pulsed inside your gummy heat, the way his stomach tensed under your hand. you weren’t far behind, every downward slide made your walls flutter and grip, wet and steaming around him. the room smelled like sex, your pussy was drooling down his length, making every movement louder, messier.
“you’re close already,” you observed, voice a little breathless now.
“i- yeah. 'm sorry, i can’t-”
“don’t apologize.. just don’t cum until i say.. keep being good f'me, yeah?”
he made a broken little whine that might have been agreement, or a protest, you couldn't tell. you kept the same relentless pace, watching his face tighten while your own pleasure built sharp and mean. your walls started spasming harder around him, that deep, aching heat coiling until it almost hurt. you could feel yourself getting close to cumming all over him, the pressure making your thighs shake and your breath stutter.
when you finally decided he’d suffered enough—and when you couldn’t hold back anymore—you dropped your voice and said right against his ear:
“go on. cum for me, atsushi, cum in me.”
he spilled first, hard. thick ropes painting your walls white while he shook under you with a loud gasp of your name, arms finally wrapping around your waist like he couldn’t help it, pulling you on top of him, your tits squashing against his own chest. the feeling of him pulsing deep inside you pushed you over right after. your pussy clenched and fluttered violently, gushing around his cock as you came with a sharp, breathy moan you couldn’t bite back. your walls milked him through it, squeezing and sucking every last spurt while your hips kept moving in little helpless rolls, chasing the last waves until you were trembling and oversensitive.
you stayed on top of him after, still seated, feeling him twitch through the aftershocks while your own pussy kept softly pulsing and leaking around him. he didn’t try to pull out, he just held you and breathed like he’d been underwater.
after a minute he lifted his head just enough to kiss the underside of your jaw, soft and gentle like you hadn't just fucked him hard and cruel. not that he complained.
you carded your fingers through his hair, nails scraping lightly against his scalp, still catching your breath.
“mhmm, yeah,” he said, and then immediately got sappy anyway by pressing another kiss to your collarbone. "sure."
you rolled your eyes, but you didn’t push him away, and just a whisper of a smile lingered on your lips.
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