ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴍᴏᴜꜱ ᴍꜱʙʏ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴊᴀᴄᴋᴀʟꜱ ꜱᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ, ᴍɪʏᴀ ᴀᴛꜱᴜᴍᴜ, ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜱɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏᴍɪɴᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴏʜ ꜱᴏ ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴏɴ.
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As a setter, Miya Atsumu knows he is always in control. He had been a setter since grade school and perhaps that’s why he grew up believing that even outside the court, he can be in control of things.
He had been in control of almost everything in his life, especially when it comes to his not so really private sex life, he had always taken the rein. At least not until now.
It was one of his usual night after a good match at the V. League, he would go to his favorite club in Shinjuku, reward himself with some high-end liquor and casual sex afterwards. But recently he started to feel somewhat bored, growing uninterested. It was never a problem for the famous V. League setter to get women, but that night, he only had one particular woman in his mind.
You, whom Atsumu recently saw during the match earlier that day. You who exceptionally stood out from the crowd of people in the front seat, with your striking sharp slanted vixen-like eyes, rouge lips and tight obsidian black dress that accentuate your already distinct appearance.
And when Atsumu thought he wouldn’t see you again after the match, here you are, sitting next to him on the stool in the bar island with a glass of vodka. Unlike earlier, you’re now wearing a vermilion one-sleeve dress and your hair tied in a messy bun with strands falling on the side of your face that Atsumu was so tempted to brush behind your ears.
“Isn’t it rude?” you asked, talking for the first time as you turned to Atsumu. “To just stare,”
Atsumu chuckled, averting his gaze instinctively but staring back at you almost instantly. “Then how about we talk?”
You raise an eyebrow and turn completely to him, one leg on top of the other, inviting a start of a conversation with him.
“I’ve seen you earlier during the match,” Atsumu said. “I thought you were there to watch your boyfriend. Turns out, I was wrong?”
“I don’t have a boyfriend, Mr. No. 13.” you took a sip of your vodka, relishing the taste of liquor as it passed down your throat, aware that the guy sitting beside you moved a bit closer before you put your glass down.
“You remembered my jersey number but not my name,” he said, moving closer to you and you didn’t show any sign of pushing him away as you put your elbow on the island and prop your chin on your knuckles.
“Miya,” you said before he moved close to your ear.
“It’s Atsumu for you, vixen.”
You felt his warm breath tickle your ear and you put your arm on his shoulder, your hand at the back of his head as he leaned down, his lips touching your bare shoulder.
“Atsumu,” you whispered his name and as if the mere mention of it was a spell, you felt Atsumu moved his lips to your neck and luxuriated in your expensive perfume while you leaned your head back, giving him more access to your neck. “It’s not vixen, it’s Y/n for you.”
“Y/n,” he muttered, moving his head and leaning back to look at you.
Now that he’s closer, he can see just how sharp your eyes were, and how he realizes he prefers women who look feisty than sweet.
“Tell me, Atsumu,” you started, arm still propped on his shoulder. “When was the last time you hooked up with someone?”
“It was after the match against Adlers, two months ago.”
“Two months ago?” you asked along with a light chuckle but oddly enough Atsumu didn’t find it offensive, if anything he found it quite sexy. “You haven’t been inside someone for two months? Don’t you think you gotta put that third leg of yours to work or it might end up being useless plumbing hanging between your thighs.”
“What about you, huh? When was the last time someone was inside you?”
You leaned back, putting your hand on his shoulder. “Longer than the last time you hooked up with someone.” Atsumu genuinely looked surprised. But before he could say anything, you continued, changing the topic. “I heard you’re a setter. Don’t setters have some, y’know, control issues?”
“I wouldn’t go so far as to word it like that, but yeah, I do prefer being in control as a setter.”
You pushed yourself back and Atsumu furrowed his brows. Usually when he hooks up with women, they would always look interested in him being a setter, in him being in control. But just about now you looked uninterested.
“Then we’re not compatible.”
“Well I’m a woman who likes dominating more than being dominated,” you said, downing the remaining vodka in your glass before opening your purse and putting cash on the counter. “Both in bed and in life.”
You pushed yourself up and stood, hand brushing on Atsumu’s shoulder as you leaned next to his ear. “And that’s what makes us incompatible, Mr. No. 13.”
But just as you lowered your hand and took a step, you felt his hand around your wrist and Atsumu stood up after putting cash on the counter as well. He stood in front of you, moving closer. He couldn’t find himself getting tired of looking at your feisty vixen-like eyes, he could stare at it for hours.
“I wouldn’t mind,” he started, moving closer. “For tonight, I wouldn’t mind being dominated, only if it’s you.”
And perhaps it was the reason why Atsumu had grown uninterested in the women he hooked up with. All of them had one thing in common. They have always shown pleasure when they’re underneath a dominant alpha male. And Atsumu had grown tired of that system, where men had to be on top and women had to submit to them.
That night, he found himself being underneath, not being in control, for the first time in his life.
“Your place, or mine?” Atsumu asked once you’re in his car and he had started the ignition.
“How about neither?” Atsumu looked at you. “Let’s go to a hotel, I’ll pay.”
Even in choosing which hotel, you were the one in control. And once you two are in the suite, barely in the hallway, you two were at it. Lips crashing with each other, tongues inside each other’s mouths and the sound of heavy breathing and moans broke the silence of the place. At some point you managed to get in bed with clothes thrown haphazardly on the floor on the way.
Until you were only in your pair of black Victoria’s Secret underwear, a strapless push-up bra that made those assets of yours appear bigger than they are, not that the size of your tiddies ever mattered to you. But it somehow does to Atsumu as it was the first thing he groped when you were straddling his waist.
Not a few seconds later though, you took his hands and held them above his head. “If you want to play with these knockers, I’ll tell you when you can play with ‘em.”
Atsumu didn’t try to move his hands, but he guessed that if he does, he will still have somewhat of a hard time getting away from your grip, you had quite a firm grip and for some odd reason, he liked the thought of you manhandling him, not that you weren’t already straddling him with your hands holding his arms in place above his head.
You leaned down and sealed his lips with yours, the kiss turned rougher almost instantly and you can feel him growing under you, his dick bulging in his trunks. You nibbled on his lower lip and bit it before leaning back from the kiss, your rouge lipstick staining his lips and you lowered one of your hands to brush the red paint on the side before your hand slowly traveled down.
Your fingers drawing invisible patterns down his chest, his toned stomach and finally down his trunks where you took his bulging dick out and looked down.
“A few kisses and you already had a boner? You’re a healthy athlete, alright,” you said, holding the shaft, feeling it throb under your palm as you moved down, letting go of his wrists completely.
You saw pre-cum trickling down as you put your thumb on the tip and Atsumu involuntarily grunted. You rubbed circles on the tip, more pre-cum leaking out. You leaned down and let your tongue out, licking the shaft upwards before you leaned back to see how much he’s dripping pre-cum now.
“Ah, ah,” you said, looking up at Atsumu, making your eyes more slanted than they were. “You’re not allowed to cum until I say so. Hold it in.”
“Holding it in…” he muttered, adjusting himself. “Isn’t exactly good. And it’s hard to hold it in when you press it like that.”
Your thumb pressed more on the tip and Atsumu’s head fell back, his Adam's apple bulging in his throat as he gulped down. You took a condom in your purse, in case he doesn’t have one and you don’t remember where his pants were on the floor.
“I don’t like it squirting on my face, I don’t like swallowing it either, so hold it in for a second,” you said, putting the rubber in his length before moving up as you unhook your bra and letting it fall on his stomach, then you moved to take off your underwear before lining your entrance on his throbbing cock.
Slowly, you lowered yourself down, your walls opening up to his length as you felt your own pre-cum acting as lubricant to thrust it in easier. It didn’t take long until you had all of him inside you and Atsumu’s hands held your waist.
You started to move your hips, bouncing on him as you held his hands. Your hair had fallen down your shoulders, your heartbeat increasing its pace as did your movements. The sound of skin slapping against skin and your moans filled the room.
“Ah, fuck it!” Atsumu grunted, the pleasure building up in his system like it never had before. “I’m about to cu–”
“Not yet,” you said, leaning down.
“Not when your pussy’s squeezing my dick. I’m seriously about to lose it.”
You felt his hands grab your bum, his nails digging on the soft skin as you continued to bounce on him. His length throb inside you and you felt your walls tightening and getting more slippery as you felt it building inside you. You took his hand from your back and held it up to your bust as Atsumu fondled it, only adding to the amount of pleasure in you.
When you felt yourself about to go over the edge, you felt Atsumu quickened his pace and with one last thrust he pulled out as you finally succumbed to a much needed release. You felt your insides tingling, your thighs trembling from riding him and your heartbeat quickening. But Atsumu felt twice as much as what you’re feeling as he lay on his back.
“How did it feel, not being in control?” you asked, leaning down as your chest touched his.
“It felt so goddamn good I want to do it all over again.”
And you did, finding out he does get hard quite easily. You thought you’d forgotten how good sex is when you’re the one in control, and with Atsumu, you finally remembered how much of an ecstasy it brought you. The sound of skin slapping against skin, the sweet sound of both your names being moaned by each other, and the scent of expensive perfume and sex mixing in the air, it was a long night filled with pleasure and euphoria.
And in the end you had one thought in mind, as you straddled him, with you on top and him underneath. But in one swift motion Atsumu sat up and held you closer as you fell on his shoulder.
“Ah, fuck patriarchy,” you muttered, feeling his hand on your bare back.
“And I wouldn’t mind being fucked and dominated by a woman,” he said and you leaned back to look at him. “Only if that woman is you.”
It was the night the famous MSBY Black Jackals setter, Miya Atsumu, found himself in a situation where he is not the one in control for the very first time in his life and how he realized your dominance was oh so turning him on.
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