Atsumu Miya Smut - Blog Posts

mimi i'm 100% sure u made me into a thirsty bitch for tsumu, like i'd read the fics and they were good! but idk he just never peaked my interest outside of that but today...idk i saw a post abt baby tsumu on twitter and i immediately thought what it'd be like with me in a mating press and him just going balls deep to make tiny tsumus sjfbdbfjshs breeding kink go brrrr😳

he would fill you up so good too, he’d hold you down and make sure you can feel every inch, sinking into you slow and deep to feel just how good your soft walls hug him tight. you tremble underneath him and dig your nails into his shoulders as he bottoms out, full, massive balls resting against you. 

“that’s my girl, look at that, you took it all,” he breathes, just barely starting to thrust in and out, wanting to savour the way your cunt throbs around him when he’s fully buried inside you. “squeezing me so tight, baby,” atsumu groans, “look at me.”

your eyes flutter open to dark, honeyed eyes, lidded and searching for any signs of hesitation in your expression. “pretty.” 

atsumu starts to pull out slowly, hissing through his teeth and shuddering when he stops halfway through his movement, fingers pressing into the backs of your thighs. “relax, you’re—ahh—can barely move, shit.” 

“s-sorry, tsumu.” your apology comes out slurred as you shoot him a dazed smile. “guess you’re gonna have to stretch me out, then...”

excitement flashes through atsumu’s eyes at the challenge and he pushes your thighs back further, pulling out only to thrust back in sharply. “yeah?” you both moan on the way back in, atsumu repeating the movement over and over until you’re begging, pleading for him to just fuck you already.

“pretty girl wants to get fucked, huh? i’ll do ya one better, baby.” atsumu finds his rhythm and thrusts into you, his slightly curved cock slamming right into your g-spot with every push of his hips. “gonna breed this hungry cunt,” he pants, speeding up, “fill your little womb up with cum and make you a mommy for me, yeah? how’s that sound?”   

post-game | miya atsumu

pairing: atsumu x reader

warnings: 18+ smut, pwp, unprotected sex, sex in a locker room, dirty talk, creampie 

word count: 362

author’s note: based on the ask: daily Astumu milking (◡‿◡✿) 

“someone could walk in on us any minute now… you’d like that though, wouldn’t you?” impatient as ever, he starts bouncing you, all the way up and all the way down, easily guiding your movements as the squelch of your pussy fills the locker room.

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message delivered | miya atsumu

this is part 2 to typing… find part one here!

miya atsumu x f!reader - 18+

warnings: smut, size kink, light hair pulling, praise, oral (male & fem receiving), fingering

wc: 4.9k

A/N: this was supposed to be a 1.5k pwp. idk what happened. thank u to @atsumuse for hyping me up the entire time i was writing this and being my baeta

Two weeks. It’s been two weeks since that one crazy, unbelievable drunk night when you spilled your guts about how sexy you thought Miya Atsumu, MSBY Setter #13, was. Since then, it feels like you’ve constantly been walking on air. After Bokuto had so rudely interrupted your video call with Atsumu, the latter had been quick to give you his number, asking you if you had time the following day to “finish what we started”.

Unfortunately, you didn’t. As much as you wanted to drop all of your responsibilities, you’d had prior obligations and couldn’t find any excuse out of them. You cursed being an adult, responding with disappointment and shaky fingers, hoping that Atsumu wouldn’t ghost you for not jumping at the opportunity to meet up with him. Luckily, he was completely understanding, saying that the next time he’ll be in town will be in two weeks and that he hopes he’ll get the chance to see you then.

That didn’t stop you two from texting each other nonstop, especially now that you had his number. At first you were hesitant, not wanting to come off as too clingy or obsessive, but with every passing day and text exchanged between the two of you, that quickly wore off. It helped that Atsumu always returned your enthusiastic energy and reciprocated the eager itch you felt in your fingers. 

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typing... | miya atsumu

After a drunken night with your friends, the last thing you expect to wake up to is Miya Atsumu in your DMs.

miya atsumu x f!reader - 18+

warnings: smut, mentions of alcohol, atsumu, mutual masturbation

wc: 3.7k

A/N: ty to local atsumu fucker and my baeta @atsumuse​ for once again coming in clutch and making sure atsumu isn’t the bumbling idiot i headcanon him as!!

find part two, message delivered, here!

Saturdays are for two things: the girls and indulgence. When you work hard, you deserve to play hard, right? At least that’s what you tell yourself when you’re four shots deep, dancing like an idiot to some up and coming pop musician in the living room of your best friend’s house.

One of your friends calls your name from the kitchen, where she’s munching on some chips and salsa. “Didn’t you say you had a new boy toy obsession? Let’s hear about him!”

Laughing, you twist open a water bottle and take a long gulp. Something so simple as water tastes like nectar of the gods when you’ve been drinking nothing but liquid fire all night. “You know that volleyball team I follow?”

“The coyotes or whatever?” Your best friend pipes up, lying down on the cool tile of the kitchen floor.

“Black Jackals, but close enough. Yeah, well, I’m kinda over Bokuto—the owl-looking guy—now and I’ve been crushing hard on his teammate. Here, check him out.” You pull up Miya Atsumu’s instagram page, spinning your phone around to show your friends.

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we need to talk about the way atsumu teases you over facetime when he’s away at an important game. 

you’re surprised to see him in a hotel bed, looking up at the camera with half-lidded eyes and a smirk. “hi, sweetheart.”

“’tsumu!!” you beam at him, waving into the camera. he looks… tired?

he exhales heavily and his eyes shut briefly at the sound of your voice. it takes a second for you to realize, cocking your head to the side and focusing on the sight of him before it dawns on you.

“a-atsumu… are you…?” you purposely trail off, eyes widening as the question spurs him on, groaning. you can see his shoulder moving, the trajectory of the repetitive movements making it very clear. he is. 

“yeah, baby, i sure am,” he confirms, panting, tongue flicking out to wet his lips. “was thinking of you and – nggghh… had to see your pretty face to get off.”

he’s still in his uniform and you can see how sweaty he is from his game. “we won so – fuck – i wanted to see my little girl.” he continues pumping his cock, looking into your lust-blown eyes, his bottom lip getting caught between his teeth as he grazes over his sensitive head.

“you wanna see daddy’s cock? yeah, you miss it already, don’t you?”

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