this is a long-ass shot, but is there anyone who would be interested in helping me revise (and figure out the epilogue) of The Time of your Life pt. 3 with Atsumu?
Word Count: 1.3k
Tags: post timeskip, established relationship, double pov, chubby reader
Warnings: nsfw, pwp, smut, unprotected sex, oral (f. receiving)
Summary: Nothing is as exciting as seeing your boyfriend again after an entire month :>
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“‘Tsumu, just fuck me already.”
You can't help your frustration. Your boyfriend has been focussing on your breasts for god knows how long and, as mind-blowing his lips and hands can be, you haven't seen him in a month and had other plans in mind.
“Oh, my chibi love, did you miss my cock that much?”
Your fingers are buried in his hair and you close your fist, pulling hard at the blond locks. “Stop calling me that, I'm not chibi at all,” you glare at him.
“But you are smaller than me, and you're so cute. How can I not call you that, love?”
You sigh and roll your eyes, releasing your grip.
“Also, you should know by now that tugging my hair like that isn't exactly punishment for me.” Atsumu smiles, all smug and content. He likes a little pain when the two of you fight on the bed.
“Yeah, I should know.” You tug again, this time harder.
“Ow!” He chuckles, and then takes your hand and unites it with the other above your head. His hand is big enough to keep both your wrists tied down to the mattress. “Fuck, look at you.” He takes a long look, one of those that make you want to shrink and seep through the mattress.
Your summer dress is crumpled, the straps fallen down to your forearms, your chest bare. Your hair is messy and your lips are seductively swollen by all the kissing the two of you engaged in.
The only thing missing, Atsumu thinks, are his marks on you. He promptly rectifies that, his teeth biting into your skin and making you whimper under him. His shaft is as eager as you are, and pokes against his boxers, looking for friction against your soft thigh.
You want to touch him so badly, but he refuses to let go. Somehow, it turns you on even more.
Finally, Atsumu groans and leaves your body to admire his work. A hickey on the collarbone, one over your right─oh-so-soft─breast, and one on your left ribs. Satisfied, he smiles at you and leans close, kissing you deeply.
“If you ask me nicely, I'll give you what you want.” He locks his eyes on yours as he speaks, and he can see embarrassment and lust blending together in your ardent eyes.
“I'm not going to call you daddy or any of that nonsense,” you counter.
Atsumu bursts into laughter. It's the first time he asks you this kind of thing, after all. “I was just asking for a please,” he chuckles.
Your brows furrow. You don't believe him.
“What? I mean it! Cross my heart!” He moves his thumb over his heart as he says that, leading your focus to his toned chest. You kinda want to bite him, too.
“But why can't you just do it?” you whine.
“Because I'm feeling mean today.” Atsumu backs away, lowering himself onto you. “I want to tease you.” He then bites one of your thighs while fondling the plushness of the other with his warm, strong hand.
“So,” you start, but soon lose your breath as he lavishes you with wet kisses close to your core, “What happens if I don't say it?” You don't mind saying please per se, but you are curious to learn how this new game works.
“Oh.” Atsumu pauses, momentarily surprised by your question, but soon back on track. “Then I will just do what I want to.” And he does, pulling your panties down and giving a long lick across your folds.
You whimper, your hands nesting under your pillow, and involuntarily start closing your legs.
Atsumu groans. He loves it when you press his head lightly with your thighs. “So soft,” he murmurs while turning toward one, “And all mine.” Slowly, he bites your soft flesh.
“‘Tsumu,” you whine. He’s driving you crazy.
“Oh, right, you wanted me to fuck you, didn't you?” Atsumu smiles, crafty and amused, and brings his tongue close to your core again.
And just like that, he starts tongue-fucking you. You gasp and move your hips forward, coated in pleasure.
But it's not enough. It doesn't matter how skillful he is, how hot his tongue is, you want him, the entirety of him. Inside you.
It's when you can't stand it anymore that you give in. “Atsumu, my sweet heart, please, please fuck me.”
You can hear his laugh vibrate through your skin, a feeling so strange yet so pleasurable, and you wonder if he will finally give you what you want.
“Ah, you're so pretty when you plead.”
When your eyes meet, you try to convey as much annoyance as you can at this tease of a boyfriend of yours, but you end up smiling instead.
Atsumu smiles back, warm brown eyes lovingly set on yours, and then gets rid of the last pieces of clothing. He was actually eager for this moment, too, but he wants all of you, so skipping to the end would have felt like a waste.
He sits on the bed, crossed-legged, and extends his hands toward you. It only takes a moment for you to be in his arms, your stomach pressed against his, your breasts soft against his chest.
“Now lower yourself on me, chibi-chan.”
You put your hands on Atsumu's shoulders and do as he asked. The moment his tip meets your core, your eyes flutter shut.
“Ahhh.” Atsumu's voice is mellow in your ear and he hugs you tight. “Move, let me feel you.”
You move again, surpassing the resistance your core makes at the sudden intrusion, and the moment he's entirely sheathed inside you makes you feel so delectably full it's like your whole body starts rewiring itself.
When you start moving, your hips raising and falling rhythmically, it's like electricity sparkles through your veins.
Atsumu would like to be patient, to let you get more used to him, but he's been patient aplenty already. He meets your tongue with his briefly, tightens his grip on you, and then thrusts. Deeply.
You moan. A half-choked moan that has him get even harder. Atsumu thrusts again. And again, and again. Faster, deeper, stronger. He wants to feel all of you while you feel all of him. He wants you to be so overloaded tears fall from your eyes. He wants you to scream his name so loud the neighbours will come complaining tomorrow morning. He also wants to touch all of you, and his hands travel across your body, fondling every soft spot they come across with passionate tenderness.
“Ah, ‘Tsumu, slow down, you're going too─ Ah!” You lose yourself in pleasure more and more and feel your stomach warm up quickly. Your head empties, a feeling that you’ll never get used to and always crave for.
Atsumu finds your expression so alluring he wants to be even closer to you, and he thanks his athlete muscles for allowing him to ram his hips against yours over and over again until you start crying and chanting his name.
You cum almost mutely, your voice stuck in your throat as bliss pervades you.
Your walls are so tight, your breathing is so warm on his neck that Atsumu loses control and with some strong last thrusts he spills inside you. His breathing laboured, his fingers still sunk in your skin, he finds your lips to give you a languid, tender kiss.
When the two of you have caught your breath, he meets your eyes and smirks. “So, it wasn’t so hard to ask, wasn’t it?”
You try to wiggle out of his grip, but Atsumu doesn’t let you go. Hence, you glare at him once more, determined and fiery. “Laugh now that you can. I’ll have my revenge soon.”
