~Assorted BxB Oneshots~

Humiliation~

BoKuroAtsu Smut

CW // a long schlong, two longer schlongs, heavy d/d/s themes, voyeurism, dub-con, humiliation (duh), intimidation, praise/degradation, bratty Atsumu, slapping, hair pulling, numerous sex toys, lots of spit, face fucking, throat fucking, frotting, edging, no use of lube, cum as lube, slight feminisation, definite overstimulation, oral cockwarming, cockwarming

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Atsumu Miya

There's a problem.

Some people might not exactly consider it, like, priority number one, but for me, it's a problem.

This problem of mine is coming around because I've moved universities. Not entirely by choice - it's more of a scholarship exchange program that I couldn't back out of when I found out that Osamu wasn't coming too. Don't get me wrong, it's nice being independent for once, but...it also sucks. Responsibilities require way too much...responsibility for me to handle, and 'Samu was easily the responsible one between us, so being away from him sucked more than it should.

Anyway, back to this problem of mine. You see - and I'm fully expecting you to laugh - I'm insecure. Locker rooms, especially, are where I get insecure. It's not about my muscles, my weight or even my face. No, it's something a lot worse than that.

Something that I'd already lived through the embarrassment of with my teammates at the last university I went to. They knew, they gawped, and then they looked away and carried on with their lives. Sure, a few of them banged on about it, but it soon became old news amongst the guys on the volleyball team. Well, it became old news everywhere once some asshole started taking pictures and sent them to everybody. But even that was a week, maybe 10 days of everyone talking about me. It got old.

But that leads me to my problem. I'm now at a new university. On a new volleyball team. With new teammates. That meant that the whole cycle was about to restart. Plus, on top of that, I was the new kid on the team. I'd waltzed in here and booted someone to the bench on top of everything else that had me crossing my arms and standing in the corner as everyone put their jerseys on and headed to the court. I followed behind, already uncomfy in the red and white uniform that I'd already changed into.

I think the next half hour was pretty ok. I kinda forgot about my secret while the coach introduced me to the rest of the guys. They seemed pretty chill on the whole, except the dark haired setter I'd displaced immediately. Welp, sucks to suck I guess! He was pouting the whole time I was providing for both the black and white haired spikers that were either side of the court. They kept smirking at each other, annoying me a little bit by not giving me any credit for the precision of the balls. Eventually, that persistent ignorance of me angered me to the extent that I made a bigger deal than usual of celebrating one of them scoring a point due to my set, looking to the silver-haired one who'd scored it for praise.

The fact that all I got was a curious look before the boy fist bumped his black-haired counterpart had me fuming. I stormed over to the two of them, only now noticing how much taller than me they were, and threw my arms out in protest

"Guys, what's the deal here?! Can't you see that was good from me?!"

The two just looked at each other like I'd spoken a different language, then back at me with smirks on their faces. Upon seeing how this angered me, the black-haired boy rolled his eyes and said

"Cool it, hotshot, we're just teasing ya! You got off easy considering what we got on our first days here"

I felt a large arm around my shoulder as the silver-haired boy grappled me into his side, extending his other hand in front of me as he did. It seemed ridiculously rehearsed, and I could tell he was proud he didn't mess it up.