bella, you'd absolutely rock this.
atsumu as your brother's best friend? (let's say your brother's suna lmao) always comes over to hang out with him but basically always has his eyes on you? and he controls himself but like, this one time you come out with those high waisted booty shorts and he cannot control himself any longer so he excuses himself to "go to the bathroom" and rails you in there lmao.
been a complete whore for tsumu lately, I'd do anything for my mans😭💗
💌 ꒱ DOWN THE DRAIN! ; atsumu miya.
୨ ‘ ft. atsumu x f! reader
+ your big brother's best friend has always quirked an interest to you everytime he's around, and this time, he makes sure it's even more the obvious for you tonight. ፧ 2.0k+ wc.
୨ ‘ cw/tw ; sws + big cock tsumu, suna is big bro (platonically), unprotected sex, cum play, spanking (fr just 1x), no prep :(, pet names, lots of sloppy kisses, slight choking, degrading, biting, masturbation (m.), mirror sex, praising, facial. ፧ (17+).
୨ ‘ a/n ; i might've gotten a little off track with your plot idea?? but it's still along the lines, dw bb. <33 but this was super fun to write!! i love secret sex, like the panicked rush is just so, >.<
you can hear them, again.
the shouting, cursing, and insanity embarking through the thin walls.. hearing how your brother and his close friend, atsumu, that tall and big-headed blonde now bumping heads together for who's better at an obnoxious game they compete in. hearing how they holler at each other when one starts winning, or even the small clunk of a flimsy remote clashing against the hard floors; the crinkle of plastic crushing at the rough contact makes you flinch.
and that's when you lean back up from the comfort of your bed, a scowl marinating your features, strong too; brows furrowed deep, a crease lining between them, lips pursed tight in a thin line, nostrils even flaring as you try to steady your breathing.
“this is the tenth and final time.” you mutter before quickly slipping on your warm slippers, and scurrying with heavy stomps to your big brother's room.
you don't even bother to knock this time either; a strong grip lands tightly on that golden knob, and quickly follows a sharp twist to swing open the door. a gust of short wind plows through as you do, and the snaps of heads with wide and confused glares shoot directly at you.
“shut up! you guys sound like barbarians in here, and ‘m tryna’ sleep!” you grumble, yet the scowl you flout only makes your brother quirk a brow up at you, lips even tinting with an irksome curl.
“hey! learn some manners and knock first before telling us what to do, now get out.” your brother mutters.
that thin lip hold you held now drops into a small ‘o’, annoyed he even dared to bring up manners when he's yelling atop his lungs for getting last place in a video game at 2 am.
you can even see atsumu sitting across from him almost cracking a smile. the corner of your eyes catching glimpse of atsumu sitting slouched with a chill expression; legs spread wide in grey sweats, toned arm branching over the bean bag to turn towards the commotion.
the casual, droopy look he holds flickers into a bright and inquisitive one; eyes hooded now peel wide to get a better look at you.. too focused on the temper you throw, his brown and docile gazes quickly travel across your exposed skin, and there was a lot; admiring how the tight pink shorts you wear bite into your supple skin, thin fabric even cupping right at the curve of your perk ass. and he can't help but feel a strong pang shoot between his legs soon as he catches glimpse of your perky tits pressing hard against your loose shirt; pebbled peaks, hard and firm against the white cloth.
atsumu’s tongue instinctively flicks out, swiping across the plump of his lips and shinning them as he almost drools at the way the plush of your thighs shift in annoyance; foot-stomping hard as you try to raise a cruel tone to your brother, but suna pitches in first,
“why’re you still standin’ there for? get out!” his slump body now perks up to raise, rough hands trying to push you out the door.
“what?! hey, asshole! you and your dumb friend need to both shut up or this won't happen.” you fumble.
suna mocks your words with a hiss, a cruel mockery as he pushes you out. yet, at the side, atsumu watches from afar, not minding the hurl, but the small jiggle of your tits bouncing in your shirt freely, thighs moving around to keep your footing from the pushes, even to your pout makes his cock jerk in his confines; that innocent mixed with anger type look, he could feel his cock beat with adrenaline, pumping with rushed blood at the small quiver in your lips.
you stumble, “suna, please! just at least be quite—”
“we will! your gonna have some peace while we go to the corner store real quick, needa’ get more junk ‘n vapes.” sun's butts in, hands now fishing in his back pocket to check if his flimsy wallet is in there.
“whatever, even when you two come back—”
“i said we will, relax, little sis, so pouty.” he hands you off, and waves atsumu over, “hey, comin’ to the corner store with me?” he asks, hand twirling around a twenty.
“nah, wanna see the ending to this.” atsumu yells out, but he knows he's lying, good too, straight through his teeth because suna catches the bait, shrugging his shoulders and nodding him off.
“dont get mad at me when i come back with snacks just for me.” suna wisps past you, watching him with peeved eyes till you couldn't anymore.
rolling your batted eyes, you do the same, yet more maliciously; twisting hard and huffing down the halls, before turning sharply into the hallway bathroom.
you sigh, getting close to the mirror and sink, and as your hand raises to lift the faucet to pour, a stilled knock lands at the door behind you.
“‘m in here— h-hey! weirdo, get out!” you swore you locked it, but the tall and sauntering miya twin stood before you and proving other-wise, displaying a weeping look, apologetic and soft, dewy enough to reel you out of your quickend bitterness.
“sorry, i just wanted to apologize about tonight,” an easy footing brings him closer to you, “i didn't want you going to sleep annoyed, so, ‘m sorry.” his head tilts softly.
nodding, “it's alright.” you perk a small smile, not realizing how close he suddenly got in this cramped bathroom..
“but if there's anything i can do to make it up to you,” atsumu steps almost chest to chest with you, a lingering hand finding itself wondering close to your side, “just let me know, and i’ll do it, y/n.” he leans close, the smell of his college wisps through your nose, rich and sweet, “maybe even help you get a good nights sleep..” atsumu breathes in the air you shakily let out, so close, feeling almost the brush of your lips touch.
you try to swallow down the sudden rise of elation bubbling at your throat, “anything?”.
“anything, sweetheart.”
he couldnt help it anymore, the strong urges repulsing against him leaned him forward, filling the space between you two. and he can tell he made you feel something as he pressed his lips hard against yours, a slippery smear of a kiss landing roughly as his right-hand clips to your side, firm and easy, yet with enough brute to reel you flush against his body.
and you can't deny it, the sudden elation sparking through you both forced you harder together, practically molding into one.
the buzz to your brain mushes, “a-atsumu, gotta hurry—mph!—suna could be b-back.” each word you try to spill out only gets pushed back in; a warm, sloppy tongue delving deep into your mouth, curling and playing idly with yours.
you lend into him, lewd groans echo though at the pinch of his hands squeezing at your sides; feeling them clip hard into the soft of your hips, squeezing and grasping at any skin he can grab onto firmly– greedily.
“turn.. around.. wanna fuck you, so bad—fuck—wanna fuck you, please, let me fuck you in the mirror, watch your pretty self get fucked by me.” he was blurbing out any spews of lewd that came to his mind, anything just spilling out, nonsense, some not of even real words as he leeched against you.
“quick ‘tsumu, just hurry ‘n fuck me as you want.” you breathe out, letting him turn you sharply; pretty face close to the mirror and perk ass pouted up and against the hard tent in his confines.
hearing those words fall through your lips and into his ears tickled at his brain, goosebumps to even lick up his spine.
it was like a fever dream.
and he doesn't waste any precious time either; callused hands clipping hard and fast around the mesh band of your soft shorts, eager thumbs pulling down the skimpy fabric and letting them fall to your ankles. wide soil eyes, entranced and boggled, the sheer view of your ass bouncing in his view bare, no cute panties to cover your dignity, just plump and round flesh jiggly in his view made him audibly groan.
“fuck, got such a perfect ass, princess.” atsumu cracks down a cruel hand against your sensitive mound of flesh, squeezing your ass in a firm grip.
your bottom lip catches between your teeth, cheeks rising, flush at his words as you wiggle closer to him.
his free hand quickly fumbles against the short tie of his sweats, loosening them till the thump of his cock can pop out; sliding his hefty length free, he grabs it hard and firm, pumping it with a quick swipe to watch the oozing pearl of pre to pool over the flush, beating crown of his cock.
“fuck, gonna stuff you so full.” and he meant that, feeling just the soft round tip of his cock nudge between your folds already had your fingers scrabbling for purchase against the porcelain sink.
“gonna split you wide.” atsumu sighs out with eager eyes batting up to watch entranced at the pretty mirrored view of your own eyes knocking to the back of your head as he budged through; a cruel thrust snapping hard against your hips.
the sheer mass of his cock stretches you to the hilt at the burden and invading fill, “take that cock, baby. fuck yes.” atsumu could feel his balls already tightening up; the slick warmth of your sopping cunt sloppily drooling around his length made his brain buzz.
and you don't stop the whine spilling out of your mouth, gasping at the quick fill and the tight snug, feeling atsumu already setting a cruel rhythm; strong hips reeling back, fat tip merely slipping out only to fill you back up again with a strong buck of his hips.
“so fuckin’ tight, takin’ this cock so good.” crude. noisy. maybe it's in his nature—to be loud, garish, and unnervingly precise. just like in his career, always shouting and toppling over one another, and it's clung to him, hearing muffled moans and curses falter at the shell of your ear every time he stuffs himself overwhelmingly deep back inside of you. that, and the fact that atsumu grips at your hips–digging in deliciously–like gripping at that white, green ball in his competitive games; frustration and all only excitement.
“fuck! ‘tsumu—!” you swallow–or you make the valiant attempt to; tasting salt as you sputter out pathetic mewls of his name. feeling only all but his cock drilling deep into your weeping cunt, nerves almost going into shock at each quick pump.
only adding more to the churning elation, “yeah, say my name, baby. scream it, let me hear that pretty voice of yours.” atsumu leans close with all teeth and no tender lips tracing at the quiver of your shoulder, manifesting excitement itself in the shape of bruised, meshed yellow and purple hickeys with crescent-shaped bite marks deep into your skin.
your eyes buzz into a fade, eyelids heavy and hooding at the sharp prick of shards of teeth keening into your skin.
but, catching glimpse through heavy lashes, the pure sight of him rocking into you, bouncing you forward, hard and fast, forcing your perk tits to bounce in sync beneath your shirt at each rough buck he snaps against you with, makes your cunt flutter. makes you instinctively clench hard and restrict tightly around his slippery length, and the flutter makes atsumu’s hips to buckle with a deep, shaky breath flaring out his nose.
“you love this cock huh? feel you getting more wet, milking me– squeezing around me like a little slut.” he sneers.
and he quickly snakes under a teasing hand beneath your shirt, soft pads of his fingers skimming gently across your tensing tummy before traveling further up and catching a mean hold around the soft mound of your bouncing tit. pinching in playful cruelty, he rolls your erect bud between his thumb and pointer, pulling and squeezing till your clumsy elbows almost buckle.
catching yourself before dislodging your weakened and desperate grip from the counter, you try to steady your shaky clutch, biting down hard at your swollen lips in hopes to focus. but the sudden rough and callsuled hand squeezing up to your throat, thumb and fingers digging into both sides of your neck catches you. a cruel grip shaking your head up, forcing your dazed eyes–red and rolling white–to focus at the wanton arch of your own back, flushed cheeks, a sheen of sweat uneven dabbling at your hairline, even saliva dripping from your sloppy, hinged open mouth.
“so fuckin’ filthy, look at you, like a pretty little slut, can't even focus, drooling too’.” atsumu pushes deep, pelvic bone pressing hard against your ass, a quick snap of skin clashing together, stinging at the draw, and it echos loud.
“atsumu? where you at?”
both of you freeze, dazed eyes gathering focus and peeling wide at the sharp tone of suna’s voice ringing right down the hall.
“bro? i got rice balls and ‘m not sharing.” atsumu’s eyes are crazed wide, and you swear you can hear his heart beating out of his chest. he looked petrified to say the least, not wanting to get caught fucking his best friend's little sister in his house.
but the strong clip he has wrapped around your throat slithers up to your mouth, clapping a mean hand over and ceasing your heavy breathing.
“atsumu? bro, where the fuck are you—”
“hold on! i’m, uh–i’m using the, uh, using the bathroom!” atsumu sputters out, stumbling over his words in panic.
“oh.. thought you left. alright i’ll be eating my rice balls, but hurry up.” you can hear suna’s shoes clicking down the hall before hearing his bedroom door shut.
you both settle there, breathless, “holy shit,” atsumu chokes out, “he’s gonna kill me.” he can feel his cock jerk, twitching deep in your gummy walls at just the thought of getting caught. and he couldn't tell if it was the fear creeping up on him or the wanton excitement.
atsumu sucks in his lower lip, biting down hard as his gaze shifts back to you; you look wrecked, a total mess with droopy eyes and fevered cheeks, pearls of sweat beating down your temples.
“‘m so close—”
“hey, sis! you still got my remote?” you both haven't even moved an inch and you can already hear suna walking down the hall again, fast in movements too.
“shit, shit–get on your knees,” your face contorts confusingly, feeling his hefty cock slide out of you. and you swing around and lift your pants back up quickly, getting yourself put together before sliding to your knees on the hard marbled floors.
you raise a brow up to him, “got.. idea..” he's parched and out of breath, too hot to think, but the knowing icy chill that slithers up his spine is a warning enough to hurry up and pop his needed load.
atsumu pants, eager hand gripping hard and firm around the base of his sensitive cock, twisting and jerking hard; the smooth skin gliding over with each quick stroke.
“y/n? sis, where are you–hey, atsumu where's my sister?” the clock is ticking and atsumu’s idiotic plan is coming to play.
“‘tsumu, hurry–” lungs too small to accommodate the rush of air, the sudden warm feel pooling over your lips and some splotching over your eyelids, atsumu groans out a breathy shy moan as his back hunches forward, cum spraying out from his flush tip. its thick and warm, creamy like too, tasting some on the tip of your tongue from swiping it across your upper lip.
“atsumu?” heavy feet are marching they're way over now, hearing the drastic mewl retch out from atsumu raised concern to suna.
atsumu grabs your arms tightly, lifting you back to your knobbly legs, “rub, rub it in–” and he's trying hard to make sense of this as he shakily shoves himself back into his confines.
the tapping of your feets shuffling around the bathroom makes suna raise a firm fist to the door.
“hey! what the fuck are you guys doing in there?!”
atsumu creaks open the door before suna could throw another punch to it, “hey, relax. y/n just wanted to do face masks with me ‘n i didn't want you to make fun of me.” atsumu clears his throat, thumb pointing over to you.
suna cocks a brow, once stormed filled eyes wide, now simmer, glimpsing over to the back of your head and eyeing you through the mirror, watching you rub at your cheeks with a substance.
“whatever, just don't lock the door next time you little girls.”
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