𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫 ~ 𝖞𝖊𝖆𝖍, 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗.

Atsumu isn’t blushing.

No, seriously—he’s not.

His face is red for other reasons. Like how good your mouth feels. Like how he’s gripping the back of your head, forcing you down onto his cock while his thighs tremble, his abs twitching, his voice coming out breathless, ragged. That’s all.

It’s not embarrassment.

It’s not because of what happened earlier. Not because he lost his fucking mind between your legs, ate you out like a rabid fucking animal, moaned against your pussy like a desperate shitty loser.

He’d kill you if you ever mentioned that.

His breath shudders, his hand tightening in your hair. He watches you, golden eyes hazy, sharp teeth digging into his lower lip. Your mouth stretches around his cock, wet, unwilling, your lashes damp from the tears streaking down your cheeks. You hate this. You hate him.

And yet.

You’re doing it.

He still has to force you—still has to shove you down, hold you still, control you—but you’re opening wider now. You’re sucking, even as you try to convince yourself you’re not. Your tongue twitches, your throat flexes, your eyes squeeze shut like you can ignore the way your body is adjusting.

And it’s—

It’s too fucking much.

His stomach clenches, his cock twitching on your tongue, and—fuck—he has to look away. His head jerks to the side, a muscle jumping in his jaw, his fingers flexing against your scalp as his entire body stiffens.

Shit. Shit.

He shouldn’t be acting like this. He shouldn’t feel this good. He should be teasing you—laughing at you, mocking you, making some stupid, cocky remark about how you’re finally learning your place.

But he can’t.

Not when his fucking thighs are shaking.

Not when his abs keep flexing every time you suck him deeper.

Not when the memory of his own ruined, pathetic moans still rings in his ears.

He groans, rolling his hips up, forcing you down further, shoving your mouth to the base of his cock. You gag, choke, your fingers digging into his thighs, and he forces himself to grin, to smirk down at you like he isn’t losing his fucking mind.

“Good girl,” he rasps, voice breaking halfway.

His face is hot. His breath is shaky.

He is not blushing.

His hips twitch. His head falls back. His cock throbs.

Then he’s cumming down your throat, a low, wrecked groan ripping from his lungs, his body convulsing, his fingers shaking as he holds you there, forces you to swallow, forces you to take every drop.

And when he finally lets you go—when you break away with a gasp, coughing, panting, glaring up at him with pure fucking hate—he laughs.

A little too breathless. A little too shaky.

A little too fucking embarrassed.

“Yeah, whatever.”

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