#miya

୨ৎ MIYA OSAMU loves when you ride him after a long day.

you align with his dick, your nails digging into his broad shoulders as he guides your hips, his tip pressing against your entrance. he kisses your forehead as you sink down painfully slow. “so good, baby” osamu whispers, your walls clenching around him as he kisses your cervix, the feeling burning yet addictive, stretching you out due to his size — big dick, thick and veiny. you’re already shaking, your hips grinding helplessly as you cry out his name, pussy fluttering around him.

“bounce on it, sweetheart” he mutters, caressing your back. you lift your hips slowly, your thighs starting to ache before you sink down again with a filthy squelch, whimpering. your back arches as you rock on top of him, every movement spilling a soft groan out of his lips. he starts pressing his lips on your neck as your hips start slamming down harder. wet and sloppy kisses on your skin, “just like that. keep going” his breath hitching in his throat as you pick up the pace, body taunt in anticipation. the wet slap of skin fills the room, your loud moans getting more ragged with every bounce. “samu’s too— too much!” you whine, your eyes rolling as his cock drags deliciously inside you, hitting that sweet spot that make you become undone in his arms. his hands caresses your sides, palms on your waist as he encourages you to keep up with that rhythm. “you’re being so good, baby. my pretty slut” his fingers dig into your flesh. “wanna make a mess on my cock?” he mutters against your ear. you nod eagerly, resting your head on his shoulders, tears running down your eyes. he kisses your cheek and starts guiding your movements, hands on your butt and his hips jerking up to meet yours in a wild pace as he spreads your hole open. his jaw tenses up when you scratch his broad chest, his eyes darkening as he sees you fall apart. your orgasm ripping a loud sob out of your throat as your walls cling to him, sucking him in.

he slows down his pace, but he keeps thrusting into you as he prolongs your orgasm as much as possible. his eyes roll back when you bite his neck, to muffle the perfect noises he coaxes out of you. his deep and slow movements are everything — you can feel his large cock gliding into you, thick and veiny — as he grazes your g spot teasingly. “stuff me full, ‘samu” you babble against his neck, hands gripping his biceps. he kisses your crown soothingly, your broken sobs as his cock bullies your insides and the filthy sounds of him using your cunt are making your head spin. “gonna give you what you want, pretty girl” he growls, and with one thrust up into you, you can feel his cock twitching inside you while his warm cum fills you up. he caresses your back, but you still fill his grip on your hips — his palms marked on your skin, a high contrast of how sweet his caresses are now. you sob and look up at him, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, your hand trembling slightly.

“you’re beautiful, baby” he presses a soft kiss on your lips, pulling you tightly against him.

He groans, pulling you even closer, which in turn makes you snuggle into him even more.

“I’m so hungry,” he mumbles. You hum to confirm you heard him but make no further attempt at doing anything about it. “So hungry that… I could eat… You.”

Chomp!

That's the only warning you get before you feel Osamu’s teeth clutch onto the thicker part of your arm, munching loosely and making fake gnawing noises.

“Samuuu!!” you squeal, twisting to try and escape but finding his arms much too strong.

‘My boyfriend ate me out this morning,’ your friend would share later over a glass of wine, definitely bragging.

‘My boyfriend just ate me altogether,’ you would sigh in response.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

atsumu miya smut!!

contains: aged up!Atsumu , ab riding, whimpering, no Y/N used in this, ab fetish,cursing, flirty atsumu (per usual), etc

read at your own risk! 18+

You two are currently lying on the couch, one leg above his, your head snuggled in between the space of his neck and shoulder, and the size difference is differencing. Atsumu is holding his phone with one arm under his head, scrolling mindlessly. Bored, you slide a hand under his shirt and feel his chiseled abs.

“sumu?”

“yeah, baby?”

“I like your abs.”

“oh really? y’wanna get a closer look on it, hm?”

IMMEDIATELY WET.

“YES.” you reply almost immediately, too fast.

“don’t complain once you start to shake, i won’t stop if ya start crying.” atsumu smirks.

he lifts up slightly on his elbows to pull his shirt up, using one hand to place the end of the shirt onto his mouth. he’s holding his shirt up with his teeth, abs flexing and his happy trail ending at the top of his boxer shorts into heaven. The sight is absolutely beautiful.

you move down to straddle his thighs and lean down with your ass in the air and chest on his waist to pepper kisses on top of his stomach, Kitten licking near his happy trail. You grab the ends of his shirt then pull up to remove his shirt. you let out a small moan when his muscles come into view while he pulls his shirt the rest of the way off. his stomach flexes when you trace your fingers over the ridges of his abs.

“stop teasin’ bae.” he grins, grabbing your waist and scooting you up from his hips to press your cotton shorts right against his abs.

“agh! atleast warn me before you do that.” you roll your eyes.

atsumu is pulling down your shorts as you speak, grabbing onto the soft plush of your ass. He moves you up slightly to pull the shorts off from your feet. your slick already wetting the shorts, strings of slick connecting you.

“fuck baby, you’re so wet.. you got this wet because of me?”

you roll your hips, whimpering when your wet pussy connects to his abs and give you that perfect friction on your clit. You place one hand in front of you and one behind to support your weight. you chase the feeling, eyes shut and whimpering. you gasp when you feel his fingertips tracing up your sides, his callused hands holding you gently. he circles your covered nipple and your pace breaks, breath getting caught as he continues his teasing.

“haaahn- s-sumu! i’m sens-mphm-sensitive there!!”

“i told you that I wouldn’t stop if you started cryin.” grinning in response.

he takes one of your nipples between his fingers, rolling it and tugging softly, smirking at the way you buck your hips. his other hand moves up, dragging a finger up the center of your throat and tracing your soft lips. In response, you take his finger in your mouth and start sucking.

your head’s feeling fuzzy, you feel the sweat dripping down your neck as you reach your breaking point. he’s talking so sweetly, touching you like you’re gonna break in just one small mistake. Then one more tug on your nipple and a flex of his abs, your hips still as you lean forward giving him the perfect view of your face as you cum. Face scrunched, eyes shut, legs shaking, and your mouth slack.

“so, wanna try out my dick next?”

“…”