#tw cum play
Prompt: Pool Boy AU
Pairing: Atsumu x MILF!Reader
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: explicit smut, unprotected sex, daddy kink, degradation/humiliation, exhibitionism/semi-public sex, cum play, cheating/infidelity, age gap, mild allusion to violence at the end
A/N: Thanks for the request anon, I apologize for it taking as long as it has! I strayed a little from the request, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Not beta read, this Captain goes down with her ship!
As always my content is 18+ only MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
Perfectly manicured fingernails rake over toned muscles, the fading sun casting an orange glow to the sun-kissed skin. Soft blonde hair soaks with sweat. Tender lips nip at every inch of your skin they can find, moving non stop as filthy words flow from his mouth.
You shouldn’t be doing this. Putting Atsumu’s life at risk.
Sure, you’d spent the entire summer shamelessly flirting with the younger boy- man, he’d declare with a scowl if he could read your mind. You never imagined that all of your not-so-subtle actions would lead you here, pinned against the side of your pool house with his thick length dragging so deliciously along the walls of your soaked cunt.
“Such a fucking naughty girl. Ya get off on this shit don’t ya? Knowing yer husband is right out there, that he could walk in at any minute and catch ya here, stuffed full of my cock and crying like a fuckin’ virgin.”
Your head falls back against the wall, your pussy clenching down around him. He’s right after all- you do love this. The thrill of getting caught, sure, who doesn’t love a risky tryst every now and then. But what really does it for you is how absolutely huge he feels splitting you open. It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Cock drunk on the satisfaction that comes from finally being filled, stretched to your limits. “Fuck, Daddy,” you pant, nails digging in more harshly against his skin. A hiss flies through his clenched teeth, but he doesn’t falter, pounding into you relentlessly.
“Or maybe ya get off knowin’ yer precious baby boy is out there. Ya can hear him, can’t ya? Laughin’ with his friends just on the other side o’ the pool. What would he think if he saw ya like this? If he realized his sweet little mommy was nothin’ more than another cockhungry, trophy whore? Maybe we should show him, hmmm? Show him what yer really like.”
It’s absurd the way you clench ever harder around him, so close to the brink of euphoria you can taste it. You should be appalled at the thought of your husband catching you, knowing that he’d make Atsumu disappear before the sun could finish setting. You should be mortified at the idea of your son seeing you split open like this, a puddle on the pool house floor from just how wet you are for his friend. But you only feel that needy desire coiling tighter and tighter in your belly. “P-please, Daddy,” you whine against his cheek, lips seeking his.
“How. the. Fuck. are. Ya. still. So. goddamn. Tight.” Atsumu barks out through gritted teeth, each word punctuated with a long, deep thrust as he batters your cervix. “Yer husband must be slackin’ for you to be like this. So wet. So tight. So fucking desperate.”
You can feel the pulse of his cock deep, the slap of his heavy balls against your ass as he moves even quicker within you. He’s close. The thought of him spilling within you, of walking around for the remainder of the party with his seed dripping from your abused cunt is what does it- pushing you over the edge into that glorious bliss you knew that he could bring you.
Atsumu is quick to follow suit, stilling as he buries his head in the crook of your neck, teeth scraping against your skin as he lets out the prettiest high pitched moan. It’s music to your ears, a sound you wish you’d spent the entire summer hearing on repeat.
He sets you gently to your feet, helping you pull up your discarded swim bottoms. His calloused palms slide against the smooth skin of your inner thigh, higher and higher until his finger tips are gliding through your folds, collecting the cum dripping out of you. He pushes it back inside, pressing an entirely too sweet kiss to your lips. His mischievous grin catches you off guard, eyes narrowing as you watch him press his cum covered fingers to your lips, spreading the sticky mixture across them. “Be a good little whore for yer Daddy and go give your husband a nice, wet kiss, yeah?”
He pulls up his swim shorts, walking away with an exaggerated wink thrown back over his shoulder. You peek out of the pool house window, careful to stay hidden from view. A goofy grin stretches across his swollen lips as he flops down onto the lounge chair beside his twin brother, leaning over to whisper something into the grey haired boy’s ear. Osamu’s eyes scrunch in disbelief, his lips turning at the edges in a barely noticeable frown. You busy yourself with looking presentable as you walk out the back of the pool house, taking the long way around to rejoin your husband and his friends.
Gods, does Atsumu feel good. His dick is still coated in your slick, his balls significantly lighter after that hearty release. Best of all is the pure satisfaction of being able to prove his twin wrong. Osamu said he’d never get you to hook up with him, that you were too good for that. Oh how wonderful it feels to be right, especially when Oamu is wrong.
Leaning over the short gap between his lounge chair and the seat ‘Samu occupies, he whispers those lovely words, laughing at his brother’s disbelief. Across from his twin, their best friend Suna’s eyes narrow.
“What are you two whispering about?”
Atsumu accepts the money that Osamu disgruntedly offers him, shrugging with a shit eating grin splitting across his cheeks.
“This idiot fucked yer mom.”
From the other side of the table, Aran groans, pushing to his feet and glaring at them. “Whatever shit you two are about to get into, count me out. Bunch of children, that’s what you are.” Atsumu can only laugh as his oldest friend (aside from Osamu of course) walks away.
Suna pushes to his feet suddenly, towering over Atsumu. He should’ve known that stupid ‘Samu wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut. Oh well, the punch will be worth it.
