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Today was one of Atsumu’s most biggest games. And you couldn’t make it. You had work.
It was now 8:45, You had finished your work at 6:57—So you took the time to prepare your surprise.
He’d be in a good mood. You knew it, you checked media stats; The jackles won.
As you heard the front door of your apartment opening you rushed towards the door, embracing Atsumu in a tight hug once he was visible.
”woah! Hello to ya too—” He chuckled, rubbing your back.
”How was the game?” You asked, kissing his neck; just wanting to hear his feedback.
”Shit. What’s with this welcome? The game was good— I feel good.” He shrugged, letting you kiss his neck.
”Thats good.” You stopped kissing his neck, looking up at him and putting on a fake pout (something you learnt from him.) “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it.” You frowned further,
”Oh. So that’s what this is about?” He smiled, Lifting you up by your hips as your legs clung to his. You nodded, leaning in towards his face. “I feel bad.”
”Well, You don’t ALWAYS have to make it to my games… But fuck, If ya greet me like this everytime you cant make it, I might jus’ tell you to stay home all together.” His eyes scanned yours, swiftly kicking the door closed again and leading you to the kitchen.
Your lips crashed together with hungry satisfaction. God you loved getting him worked up.
”Mhm,” Atsumu hummed, practically throwing you onto the floating island and taking your shirt off (With your help.) A few cups rattled, and a vase was almost knocked over- But you could care about that later.
His shirt followed suit, same with the both of your pants.
”Oh-ho—Shit.” Atsumu’s eyebrows rose, smiling down at your dick. “You were that butthurt about missin’ one game? Look at that!” He tugged on the ribbon used to decorate your throbbing cock.
”Fuck— Stop that! Don’t pull on it.” You grumbled, slightly closing your legs.
”No way! This is fuckin’ hilarious!” He laughed, keeping your legs spread.
“Oh my god- I can’t do anything with you! You make everything unsexy.” You rolled your eyes, slightly covering your groin- your hands threatening to cover your dick in embarrassment.
”uh-huh.” Atsumu snickered, leaning forward to kiss your cheek. “I like my gift, Babe.” You blushed, sighing once atsumu rubbed his crotch against yours. “An’ you ain’t wear any boxers. You’re fuckin’ awesome.” He leaned in further to kiss your neck as you lifted your hands to play with the back of his hair.
As you laid in his lap on the couch you winced, looking down at his hands that stroked your now bare cock. “So fuckin’ pretty babe. It always look red like that?” He said, his breath on your ear— But making sure to not directly blow into it.
You slightly panted, opening your mouth to say a word before letting out a gasp. All he was doing is squeezing the tip now! You clenched the couch cushions, groaning in pleasure.
Atsumu smiled, watching as you writhed underneath him. His cock bulged in his underwear—Pressing against your back.
“You gonna cum baby? Come on. Do it. I know you can.” He teased, stroking it faster than before and keeping a tight grip on the appendage.
”Mm- Fuck! ‘Tsumu—” you gasped, arching your back. Something about his voice always thrilled you.
“I’m here darlin’. Listen to my voice.” He bit his lip, furrowing his brows as his dick twitched, his hips slowly pushing against your back. “I’m righ’ here… Cum.”
You threw your head back, Grunting and closing your thighs as you came in his hand.
Atsumu brought hid cum covered hand up to his lips and licked off the goopy mess.
“Thats disgusting.”
”Doesnt stop ya from swallowing mine.”
”you eat healthy.”
”..Fair point, Dont care what yours taste’ like.”
You sat on your knees, a blanket placed beneath you for comfort.
Atsumu’s gaze glared down at yours as his face heated up. His hand stroking his dick in a fast manner. It takes a lot to get him to his boiling point.
The hot member rubbed against your skin everytime it tapped down from his strokes. You bit your lip.
”shit… This really is a present… You barely let me do this.” He licks his lips, panting out.
”You barely ask. And its dirty…”
”i jus’ ate yer cum, thats dirty.”
”shut up.”
You gripped his hips, leaning closser and kissing the sides of his upper body.
”oh fuck.. I’m gonn’ cum— Move ya head, Shit..” He bit his lip, stroking faster.
You didnt move, you really didnt care. All you wanted to do was bruise his sides in hickeys.
Atsumu groaned, Gripping your hair tightly, making your skin pull with- It hurt, But the heat of the moment blocked it out. “Oh shit, I’m gonna cum, baby!”
As his seed barely missed your hair, he let go of what he had held in his palms and flopped down on the couch. He closed his eyes, panting. “Good.”
You smiled, Getting up and meeting him on the couch. “yeah? Was my gift nice?”
Atsumu gripped your hip, “More than nice. It was epic.” He kissed your forehead, “Love ‘Ya..” You smiled at the words, humming “I love you too…”
”Yer cleanin’ the floor.”
”fuck you.”
”I wont say no.”