𝐦. 𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮 » 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 » nsfw
synopsis: your bestfriend always had some secrets hidden from you, but a mistake you made ended with you squirmin' and begging for him instead.
warnings: a bit of crack, unprotected sex, praise, dacryphilia, choking, hints of creampie (wink wink), friends to lovers (maybe hehe)
airi's note: i was supposed to post this in my old blog so i moved this here, i really like how it turned out to be honest, enjoy!!! <33
You heaved loudly, sneering right after. “What? You must be joking, right?” Atsumu looked at you seriously, “Yeah, no. I do wanna fuck you.”
Atsumu had brought to another one of his stupid events, where news channels would suck up to him and ask him about his opinions on matches.
To be quite honest, you found it boring. It didn't help that formal attire was the only type of clothing allowed. You huffed loudly, tapping the silk-covered table with your manicured nails, eyes wandering the room, Hinata was standing at a line for the men's rest room, impatiently checking and tilting his head to see the line.
Sakusa was spraying alcohol all over his hands whenever he shook hands with someone, and your eyes finally took in Atsumu who was smiling widely for the cameras, you could hear his diatribe about the results of the last match which you attended, by his request.
He looked good, wearing a nice black suit and a red tie, handkerchief tucked in the pocket in his chest, his hands in his pockets as he rambled to the nodding reporters, some of whom were writing furiously in their notepads, he catched your eye when they wrote, the scratches of pen on paper audible.
You smiled at him, mouthing "Y'look nice", followed by a quick thumbs up. He chuckled and continued to answer the reporters' questions, you kept staring at him, thoughts floating away.
The more you stared, the more you remembered your highschool years with him, an embarassingly long love letter given to him but disappointment met you, he was too busy with his volleyball matches, and he had no time for a girlfriend, he said to you. But you became friends after that, trying to brush away those feelings that grew for three years.
It was hard to admit, but having him as just a friend was hard, he was good-looking and he was nice, a little bit of a rascal, but nothing that you couldn't handle. He called you nicknames that would make you blush slightly but you always hit his arm when he did. And you had a teaspoon of hope that maybe he liked you back, just as a good thought, y'know?
You were snapped out of your train of thought by Atsumu's voice. “What ya thinkin' about?” You shook your head, muttering it's nothing. “They done pestering you?” You pointed at the reporters who were now interviewing Bokuto, who looked proud.
“Yeah, sorry fer draggin' you to this, wanted my bestfriend with me here!” He chuckled, patting your head. You just pouted, sighing loudly. “Yeah, friends.” Unbeknownst to you that you said friends with a bit of disappoinment and sarcasm. “Something wrong with being friends with me?”
“No 'tsumu! Jeez, you're the bestest friend anyone can ask for! It's just— nothin'. It's not like I can be more than your friend, right?” You laughed shortly, Atsumu's eyes narrowing and a weird grin on his face.
“I'm not pretty, or fuckable. Y'know? And you're always too busy, I don't wanna take your attention away from the thing you love!” You sighed, looking at the smirking Atsumu.
“No, I think you're pretty and fuckable. Would like to do you if I can." He teases, you heaved loudly, sneering right after. “What? You must be joking, right?” Atsumu looked at you seriously, “Yeah, no. I do wanna fuck you.”
“Woah— cut it with the jokes, 'tsumu.” Your voice sounding a bit high-pitched now, Atsumu's eyes now looking a bit half-lidded, his hand sliding down from the table to your thigh, and you stared at him with your mouth agape.
“But in highschool—” You started, but Atsumu shushed you. “I didn't say I didn't like you, I just said I was busy, right?” He smiled and you unconsciously smiled back, “So–you— me?..” The volleyball player nodded and you blinked, standing up and pulling him to one of the elevators.
Ping! The elevator doors closed in on the two of you, it was a flash and before you knew it, you were pressed against the wall of the elevator, head tilted to let Atsumu's tongue slip in your mouth, hands pressing against your hips and your arms were slung around his broad shoulders.
Oh, Atsumu's drunk, in one way or another. It's sinful to hear you moan and whimper, but he can't stop making you do that, he bit his lip hard, toned chest heaving up and down whenever he thrusted deep inside you, it felt good, no great. It was warm and wet, and oh, did Atsumu love it.
“Should've done this a long time ago, feels so good inside this tight fuckin' cunt.”
You unconsciously clenched at his words, gummy insides holding on to his length like a vice, it feels like heaven to Atsumu, “Oh god, when you clench on me like that, I don't feel like I'm ever gonna stop.” His hand reached for your neck, palm closing in on your neck. You breathed loudly and audibly, you shivered at the sound of squelching, it was lewd but you loved it.
The minty green dress you wore was hiked up, panties thrown to the floor and were ripped by Atsumu for good measure, you bit onto the silky fabric that were closest to you, legs up and thighs brushing against the white linen sheets of the bed.
You clung to Atsumu shakily, moaning lewdly, Atsumu's golden honey hair seeping with sweat, arms bulging while he chokes and thrusts into you simultaneously. Your once pretty make-up smudged up, tears mixed with mascara and that made the volleyball player thrust faster against his will.
Your slippery cunt, starting to clench tighter and tighter in on Atsumu's cock, he shuddered at the way your insides grabbed on to him, and you blinked up at him, wide eyes and round pupils dilating when you cum around his length, “Fuck!” Atsumu cusses, watching your breathing become stable before he cums, collapsing on top of you.
A small smile forming on both your faces, Atsumu leans in for a kiss but you push his face away. “Hey! What was that for?” You laughed loudly before hitting him, “You ripped my panties you asshole! No fuckin' kisses for you!”
The next day, you went to the lounge to see Hinata and Bokuto chuckling, Sakusa was looking sick and he frowned, and when they spotted you. “Took Atsumu that long to do you!” And Sakusa grumbled when you and Atsumu laughed, “There might be a few people in this hotel who didn't hear you.”
