Hii!!

I love all of your writing! Can I make a request for Murasakibara? A NSFW scene about him with a shy and quiet girl? I’m not sure how this work since it’s my first time.

Hiii there 💕 thanks for the request, you have no idea how excited I was to write this one! I have so much love for Murasakibara and he's just so 😩😩😩 hope this is up to your expectations, love <3

Speak Up // Murasakibara Atsushi x Fem! Reader

MDNI 18+

Something about you has always intrigued Atsushi. He doesn’t claim to be an expert in people by any mean – if anything, most people are absurd to him, being way too complicated for nothing. Yet, the day he’s come to take notice of you, he’s been on a quest to understand you.

It started with your first encounter, when he wondered why you kept looking at him but the second he looked back, you’d deviate your gaze. At first, he figured that you were fascinated yet intimidated by him, like most. But then, one day, he noticed that sparkle in your eyes, and from that point on, he amused himself by creating interactions with you, in hope to see that sparkle again and again. For the longest time, you struggled to hold a proper conversation with him without stuttering. Yet, he never stopped, somewhat entertained by your struggle to be around him. Then, when it clicked, he casually invited you on a date, like it was the most mundane thing to do.

Naturally, things started to change between you, to the point where you are currently dating. Yet, despite being with you for quite some time, he still sometimes find himself fascinated by you. It’s like an enigma, a fun little game of guessing. You don’t speak much, you never did. The only way to properly know you is by spending enough time to pick on the subtleties. And Atsushi is no exception to the rule. Despite being your boyfriend, he’s a victim to your shyness, and thank God it’s become an entertainment to him, overwise he probably wouldn’t invest any energy in you.

But this comes with, well… consequences. And so, you’ve come to learn for yourself soon enough.

One thing about Atsushi, is that he doesn’t play to lose. And the little guessing game you’ve unknowingly got him to play can only have one victor, and it’s definitely not you. Or maybe it is, to some extent, depending on how one thinks it. These past few hours, you’ve once again triggered his curiosity. It’s subtle, barely noticeable, but something has been on your mind, and you can’t bring yourself to address it with your boyfriend. You should be able to, after all, if you’re not vulnerable with Atsushi, then with whom will you be? Regardless, you are unable to lay your mind bare for him and say loud and clear what you want. The purple-haired boy has thus been watching you walk around your place, these little mannerisms catching his attention.

He’s silent, seemingly unbothered as he mindlessly watches TV, and you make yourself a cup of tea. Unbeknownst to you, he’s watching you from the corner of his eye, waiting for the right moment to put you under the spotlight, forcing you to speak. Oblivious, you bring your warm cup with you as you sit on the couch.

Oh?

Atsushi cocks an eyebrow – how come are you sitting so far from him, when you usually get yourself a seat in the comfort of his embrace? Your legs are tightly brought to your chest, your hands resting on your knees as your fingers absentmindedly draw figures on your skin. Your eyes wander on the screen in front of you, its light reflecting on your skin in various colours. Still, there is this specific look on your face, something that further intrigues Atsushi. It’s timid, more than usual, like a dirty little secret that is eating you away. He sighs, the sound getting you to look his way for the first time since you’ve joined him on the couch. And your eyes open wide when his big hand grab your ankles, pulling you towards his body.

“What’s going on, doll?” he lazily lays his eyes on you.

You struggle to maintain eye contact, your body paralysed by the proximity. You try to calm your breathing, sensing your heart racing way too fast for your own good.

“It’s nothing” you reply, barely credible.

He tsk, and for a while, you sit in silence. Every part of you is in panic, as you understand that he’s realized that something is on your mind and that you can’t tell him. The worst is that it’s not like you don’t want to, you actually wish you could say these things to him easily. But you can’t get yourself to speak, and here you are, crumbled against his large body, all bothered.

“You shouldn’t try to lie to me, you can’t lie for shit” he says.

You move as a duel takes place inside of your brain. You’re embarrassed, but you really want to confess your troubles to him. You’ve been bothered for almost three hours, ever since he’s come back home after practice, and you’ve felt your whole body longing for him.

“I… don’t know how to say it, it’s too embarrassing” you confess.

He looks at you, raised eyebrows. Well, if this doesn’t make the situation a whole lot more entertaining to him…

“Eh… you want me to get the truth out of you, huh?”

“No, that’s not…”

Your words are cut short by his fingers tracing your lips. This time, you get yourself to look at him with surprised eyes. It looks like he’s smirking, you notice, it’s a bit twisted but it also doesn’t help your situation.

“What’s bothering my girl, hm? Come on, tell me.”

“Atsushi…”

You deviate your eyes, hands gripping at your knees as you feel the blood rushing through your veins. You take a breath, finding this whole thing more and more unbearable. You shake your head, gathering all the courage you have in you.

“I kinda… I want to, you know…”

You don’t make sense; you mentally scold yourself. But somehow, your words make your boyfriend more intrigued, and he pulls your face closer by the chin, watching your eyes trying to escape his, in vain.

“I’m listenin’, go on.”

For a moment there, you ponder how he manages to be so nonchalant while you’re struggling.

“Well, since you came back… I wonder if we could, I mean…” you take your breath. “I’ve really been wanting… you.”

His unbothered expression shifts slightly, and taking you by surprise, he lifts your body to sit you on his lap.

“God, what kind of girl struggles so much to tell her boyfriend that she wants to get fucked? You could have said so earlier, would have save you all that trouble.”

Your hands go to hide your face; the relief of finally expressing your thoughts is short-termed, as embarrassment takes over your entire body. It’s not like you to be so eager, but you can’t help it. It’s stronger than you; you’ve just missed him all day and seeing his giant frame walk pass the door of your bedroom, his towel loosely hanging on his hips after his shower, has awaken something in you that you’ve been battling with for the past hours.

“Don’t hide now” he tuts as he removes your hands from your face, “do you want it or not?”

You nod, too flustered to reply with words and he smiles, lips inching closer to yours.

“You’re too damn shy for your own good” he mutters before kissing you.

Your lips hungrily capture him, surprising yourself. You can’t control this animalistic urge to take in every inch of the beautiful boy. And the minute your lips separate, you desperately go for another kiss, hips grinding on his lap as his tongue laps at your bottom lip. A soft sound escapes your throat, and you feel your cheeks burning. It’s embarrassing, how desperate you are for him, but he couldn’t disagree more. Seeing you so hungry for him, Atsushi feels an intense wave stirring his insides. He’s never wanted you more.

“Shit, doll, I’m kinda impatient now” he pants against your skin “gotta have a taste of you, you’d like that?”

You whimper as a response, owning a sigh from your boyfriend. His large palms roam your back, landing on your bottom as he pushes you as close to him as he can. You feel him warm against your core, feeling like a simple creature driven by lust. Is it so wrong, though, to want him so viscerally?

“It’s ok now, you can use your words. Need to know how needy my girl is.”

You look at him with big eyes, not understanding how it turns him on when it flusters you, but figuring out that, in the condition you’re in, there’s no lost in indulging in his demand.

“I want you to touch me, Atsushi” you voice out, feeling your blood pumping in your veins.

It’s so bold, you think to yourself, but your request sends the boy in a frenzy, and he’s quick to lift you up, carrying you to your room. You land on the bed, thoughts for a minute wandering to your cup of tea left untouched, before you’re brought back to reality by Atsushi’s hands removing your top. His action leaves your hair dishevelled, but you don’t have time to worry about it, because your boyfriend’s lips are currently hungrily devouring every parcel of exposed skin. You feel weak, nothing but a complete mess under his touch. His soft mouth travels to your exposed breasts, and you glare down to see him take your nipple between his lips, sucking on it with passion. His actions seem thoughtless, more instinctive, he’s a starved man feasting on you. You gasp, your fingers roaming in those long lavender strands. It’s a bit of softness added to the moment, enough to remind you that you finally got what you wanted.

“Atsushi, please…”

“What now?”

Your pleading eyes meet his, and you once again get a rush that allows you to speak your mind.

“Eat me out, I’m begging you!”

It’s so lewd, these aren’t words that you’d usually speak. Yet, it feels surprisingly good to be so honest. Stripped from all these chains that restrain you from speaking your mind, forcing yourself to put any embarrassment at the back of your head. For once, you’ve asked for exactly what you want. And you’re absolutely right to do so, because no one savours your pussy like Atsushi does.

He’s not long to respond to your demand, finding his place between your thighs like he’s always belonged there. Upon seeing the stain on your cotton panties, he raises his eyebrows, long fingers tracing your lips through the fabric.

“For how long you have been so horny, doll?”

He’s so blunt that you are momentarily stunned.

“Don’t say things like that” you mutter.

“Answer me.”

You look up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the throbbing in between your legs.

“Since you came out of the shower” you confess quietly, almost like whisper.

“Huh? Didn’t hear you.”

You inhale, as his fingers hook in the elastic of your underwear, slowly pulling it down as he awaits your answer.

“Since… you came out of the shower” you repeat a little louder.

“Seriously?”

The temperature of the room contrasts with the scorching heat of your cunt, making you shiver. You can already tell how wet you are, your arousal coating every crevasse of your vulva.

“Yeah.”

“That’s so like you to suffer in silence for so long. What would you have done if I hadn’t picked up on your weird ass behaviour?”

You don’t have time to reply, a gasp leaving your lips when his mouth lays kisses down your inner thighs towards your exposed core. A shiver runs down your spine when his hot breath falls on your clitoris. It feels like too much, even though he hasn’t done anything yet. You close your eyes, opening them up suddenly when his pretty mouth finally makes contact with your most sensitive part. Atsushi’s tongue is heavy and languid, running between your lips and tasting you with incredible fervour. You whimper, the movement of the wet muscle electricizing your entire body. And he watches you, eyes half-lidded, savouring the sight of you being an absolute mess as much as he savours the taste of your sweet cunt. He sucks on your clitoris, watching you struggle to keep these sounds from escaping your throat. It makes him smile, how you fail at it, fail at hiding your arousal.

And when your fingers goes to wrap in his long locks, burying his face between your legs as your hips buck forward, he knows. It never takes long for you to come when he eats you out. But even when you cry his name, and your legs try to close, he doesn’t stop. Atsushi never stops, not before he is satiated. But the truth is, he never gets enough of you. His strong arms keep your legs apart, while he hums in satisfaction against you. You are overwhelmed, that much is a certainty, but deep in your soul you don’t want him to stop. The bliss you’re feeling is worth these cries coming out of you. The more it goes, the less you find yourself trying to control yourself, keeping it low out of embarrassment of letting yourself be consumed by the way he makes you feel. Maybe it’s for the best, you think in a brief moment of clarity, maybe he really should fuck you dumb, so you won’t feel the urge to restrain yourself anymore.

“Are you still with me, doll?”

Your starry eyes notice your boyfriend’s pretty face hovering above yours, your arousal glistening on his chin. Seeing your eyes twinkle like that warms his heart, and he smiles before kissing you. You need more, you need him.

“Baby please!” your voice is so clear that it takes him aback for an instant.

You’ve never been so loud, so sure in these settings. For a second, Atsushi wonders if you’ve always had that in you; you’re different from the girl that usually keeps it low, ever so shyly begging for him, for his fingers, his mouth, his cock.

“What does my girl want?” he asks smoothly.

Your lips quiver. Most of the time, Atsushi seems detached from everything, almost insensitive. Even when you get intimate, he keeps that cool that is so unsettling. Sometimes it brings you to wonder, does he even enjoy it? But now that you get a glimpse of softness, of vulnerability in the tone of his voice and the shape of his smile, you’ve never felt so loved.

“Want you, Atsushi. Can you please give it to me? I really want you.”

“Is that so?” He raises an eyebrow as he gets up.

In slow movements, he removes his clothes, leaving the sight of his naked body all for you to appreciate. Your heart beats at a crazy pace as you detail ever inch of him. His large shoulders, his porcelain skin, his cock – big, beautiful, and proud, only asking for the warmth of your body.

“Yeah” your voice cracks.

“Want me buried in this pretty pussy? In my pretty pussy?” he rolls a condom down his length.

You whimper, nodding enthusiastically. It’s adorable, he thinks, but now that he’s got you speaking, he won’t take anything but your words for an answer.

“Say it, then.”

You feel him drag his head between your slit, then stopping it at your overstimulated clit, teasing, taunting.

“Please fuck me Atsushi.”

Those words sound like a heavenly song to the tall man’s ears. He doesn’t make you wait any longer, and he doesn’t make himself wait any longer. Your legs wrap around his waist as he dips slowly inside you, till he reaches the bottom. You hiss, somehow still unused to his extraordinary size despite your arousal. His fingers wrap around your jaw, forcing you to look at his face as he moves out, then dives right back in. His movements are slow, almost lazy, and they last for what seems to be a never-ending moment. You whine, and he cocks his head, his hair falling on your cheeks.

“What is it, huh?”

“Faster…” you articulate.

He grins at your request, and quickly obliges. His thrusts take a sudden change of pace, while his hands trail down to grab your hips, keeping you firmly pressed in the mattress as he pounds into you. You are speechless, senses heightened like a beast in nature. You feel everything; from his grip on your hips, to your pounding heart in your chest, and his cock dragging in and out of your velvety walls. It’s almost too good, and you let your pleasure voice itself out. The sweetest moans and cries leave your throat, making Atsushi moan in your ear. He loves the sounds of you so much, and he doesn’t fail to show it to you by holding you closer, digging as deep as he physically can.

“Fuck…” he grits between his teeth “see why you should tell me when you want me? See how good it feels when you speak up?”

You nod frenetically, failing to form a tangible response as every time you open your mouth, gasps and whimpers escape. It’s almost endearing to see how much happier you look when you do not let yourself be chained by your shyness. Seeing that bliss on your face, the stars in your eyes, the heavenly sounds coming out of your sweet lips, you’re so… bright, loud, and beautiful. And your boyfriend has never been so glad that he’s made you speak up, breaking you out of your mould.

Your fingers travel from his back where you’ve left the marks of your nails to reach his nape, tangling in his soft lock before travelling down to his cheeks. Your touch is a moment of softness, and he looks at you, feeling everything disappears around him as he can only see you.

“I think I’m gonna cum again ‘Tsushi” you manage to articulate.

“Of course you will.”

In a last effort, you pull his face towards yours to leave a messy kiss on his lips. Your moans get lost against the softness of his mouth, and soon enough, you feel every cell of your body ignite. As you reach your peak, you don’t even try to muffle the cry evading your throat. The next following seconds are a complete haze, only the grunts of Atsushi appearing clear to you as he also reaches his orgasm. You can’t tell when he’s pulled out, when he’s laid next to you, when he’s pulled your exhausted body next to his. But then, you’re brought back to reality as you feel his fingers gently pat your head, resting warmly on your hair as you fall against his strong shoulder.

“I love you doll, but you really gotta be less quiet with me” he says.

You laugh softly, cheeks burning up.

“Do you like it so much when I’m loud and outspoken?”

Your question is timid, naïve, but it warms his heart more than he’s willing to admit.

“I sure do, so next time you want me, say so. Don’t make me guess. Fucking scream it how much you love me, alright?”

“Anything for you, Atsushi.”