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“God, you’re such a little nerd, studying all of this- mmh !”
“Not in the mood.” Suna says, casually walking by and letting his hand drop from Atsumu's mouth.
One, what the fuck? Two, who did he think he was? And finally, three, God he wanted Suna to do that again. He couldn’t help it, something about those piercings, those dark brown locks that cascaded down his face with those stupid cross earrings and showing off his jawline- something about him made him unbearably hard. Atsumu curses under his breath while storming off, reimaging Suna hand on his mouth again, but this time in a bed and straddling him with his body. What was he thinking about? He’s become so perverted ever since that party, ever since that stupid spin the bottle game! He shouldn’t have kissed him, but he wasn’t about to back down! How was he supposed to know that Suna was going to grab his throat and put his tongue in his mouth? Especially when Suna was dating Osamu, His own twin brother. Osamu wasn't at that party and he made everyone swear to never tell him in order to protect his brother.
How was he supposed to know that he’d like it? He thought he liked Sakusa Kiyoomi but since that kiss he’s been on the fence about it, rethinking his own feelings. He Hates Suna, He hates him so much.
Atsumu decides to make a quick stop at his dorm to relieve himself before meeting the rest of their friends at the local lounge, in a completely new pair of pants thanks to the mess he just made. They’re all joking and laughing, oblivious to the chaos in his mind as his eyes widen. There’s Suna, across the room and with his friends and going about his day as if nothing had happened earlier. Did it seriously not affect him at all? Atsumu could barely think straight and Suna was just sitting there and staring back. Wait, shit, he’s staring back! Atsumu jerks his head away, face bright red and lips pursed into a thin pink line. Act natural, act normal, think about something else- anything else! School, yeah, think about courses and campus and Suna bending him over the desk and drilling into him- what the fuck?! No, no, no, get it together! Miya Atsumu doesn't think like this, and Miya Atsumu definitely doesn't bottom! Why would he let some handsome irritating man touch him, he was too good for that, too good for him. As if he’d ever let himself get degraded. He goes to the register to get a drink, something to distract himself, but of course Suna just has to walk up to him.
“When are you and your friends going to leave me alone?” Suna says with crossed arms and furrowed brows, his piercings moving with his expressions.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Atsumu squeezes his cup to steady his shaky hands, eyes darting to the side. If he stares at him, he’ll get hard again.
“You keep talking about me to your friends, I’m starting to think you want to talk to me.” Suna scoffs as Atsumu rolls his eyes, “Well? Explain yourself.”
“There’s nothing to explain, this is clearly just an excuse for you to talk to me!” Atsumu’s breath hitches when Suna prods his chest with his finger, “D-Don’t do that.”
“Then quit talking about me to your friends or you’ll regret it.” Suna pulls Atsumu down by his collar, glare sharp and making his stomach fill with butterflies. They had been friends since freshman year of high school but they grew somewhat distant once they reached College, Atsumu had found a new clique of people and Suna stayed by Osamu but also allowed other people in. Suna started to hate Atsumu due to his egotistical personality getting worse and just the people Atsumu hangs out with.
“And if I don’t?” Atsumu whispers, his eyes dropping down to Suna’s lips. “What are you going to do about it, Emo boy?”
And that was how he ended up withering beneath him in the dirty bathroom of the lounge, bent over the sink and hands planted on the mirror. His moans are muffled by Suna’s hand as two fingers press inside of him, his pants cuffs around his ankles and keeping him still. His hips arch back every time Suna pumps his fingers in, tongue tracing his palm as Suna watches his expressions from the mirror. God, he's thought about this for so long, having Atsumu beneath him for once. He was always so cocky, so prissy, and now he was barely able to keep his eyes from rolling back as Suna curled his fingers inside of him. His cock twitches in his pants just from hearing Atsumu’s ragged breaths, begging to be inside of him already but he forces himself to be patient.
“ Sunarin ~” Atsumu whines when he’s stretched apart, legs quivering with every stroke of that sweet spot. “Just put it in already!”
SMACK! Suna’s freehand moves to his rear, palm striking it in a single loud slap. Atsumu cries out, a slew of curses leaving his lips as his cock jolts against his stomach. No, don’t cum from something like that, don’t you dare. He tries not to but it’s impossible to hold in when Suna brings his palm down again.
“Y’know, you’re not really in any position to be giving orders.” Suna’s voice is low, raspy in his ear as his fingers dig into that sweet spot. He smirks when Atsumu bites down on his lip, a finger spinning in circles inside of him. “Look at you, go ahead, look into the mirror.”
He does as he’s told, staring straight ahead. His face is flushed red, dark purple marks on his neck left by Suna and his stretched off the shoulder sweater now stretched out even more. God he looks so pathetic taking it like this, but his body won’t let him fight it and his mind knows how badly he wants it. It feels good, so good, he’s so greedy for more and Suna knows but refuses to give it up. He continues toying with him, twisting his fingers inside of him until his precum has puddled on the floor. It’s only then that he starts to jam more fingers in, gaping Atsumu’s hole until he’s hoarse from moaning. His brows furrow as his eyes roll back, hands squeezing the sink as his cock spurts a thick white load against the counter. He slumps against it, held up by Suna’s firm hands as he tries to catch his breath. He hasn’t been able to cum that hard in so long, his hand stopped being satisfying so long ago. He weakly sits up only to look back and see Suna aligning their waists, his cock radiating heat against his rear. It’s the size of his forearm, there’s no way in hell that’ll fit! He’s never been with a guy, never had anything besides the occasional finger up there, how the hell was he going to survive a monster?
“What’s wrong, Tsumu?” He smirks and Atsumu’s heart drops when he sees that look in his eyes, “I’ll be gentle.”
Liar, he’s all the way in after one thrust, pushing through every barrier in Atsumu’s body. He winces, eyes watering as he struggles to adjust. Too big, too wide, too much, he’s going to die. Suna kisses his temple innocently as if he isn’t pressing down on his stomach every time he dares to move. He looks back at him, eyes pleading for just a bit of patience but Suna gives him that smirk again and he knows he’s doomed. His toes curl in his shoes when Suna rolls his hips forward, rear numbing as he stirs his stomach, replaced by sparks of pleasure that pop in his veins as Suna holds his head up by his hair. Watch, he keeps telling him to watch but it’s impossible when he keeps making his eyes roll back. Suna flips him around, sitting him on the counter and holding his legs up as he kisses him. Atsumu mewls when he feels Suna lip piercings against his mouth, going cross-eyed just from the feeling of the smooth metal. Deeper, Suna is thrusting in too far, his tip bulging from his belly. Drool trickles from the corners of Atsumu’s mouth as his legs lock around Suna’s waist, his hands curling in his shirt as he shouts. Suna is relentless, drilling into him as he holds his legs back further, so far his knees are beside his head. Suna lets go of his lips, letting him draw in a sharp breath and leaving a string of spit between them. Suna’s thrusts slow for a second as he stares at him, eyes softening. So pretty, those bright Grayish Green eyes that struggle so much to look back at him. His hair is sticking to his forehead as he fumbles with his sweater, hazy eyes looking up for help.
“Too hot,” he whimpers and Suna has to stop himself from sucking his tongue out of his mouth. “Seriously ‘m going to pass out.”
“Want some help?” Suna whispers into his ear, tongue trailing to the dip of it before dropping to the lobe.
“No! Don’t need it!” Atsumu shudders when Suna’s hands slip under his shirt, gasping when his nipples are squeezed. “ Sunarin~ ”
“Always so fuckin’ bratty, it’s like you want me to fuck you senseless.” He toys with Atsumu’s nipples until they’re swollen, smiling from every ooh~ and ah~ that sneaks out of his mouth. “Well, since that’s what you want.”
“W-Wait, Rin - Fuck~ !” Atsumu’s fingers dig into his shoulder blades as Suna hoists him up, holding him up by his thighs as he slams up into him. “ Rin~ !”
“If you keep screaming like this, your friends are going to hear.” Suna grunts as Atsumu clenches around him, “Fuck don’t do that…”
“It’s ‘ure fault, ‘m- mmh ~” He can’t think straight anymore, not when he can feel Suna in his lungs. He can’t take much more, he’ll die, he’s going to die. His tongue hangs out of his mouth as he pants, eyes rolled to the back of his head.
Let them hear, he doesn’t care, all he can think about is how Suna is throbbing inside of him and wrecking his insides. The pleasure, it’s too much, his mind overheated from it and stopped his thoughts altogether. All he can do is feel, every kiss and word from his mouth setting his body ablaze. He’s burning up, melting in Suna’s arms as he feels Suna swell inside of him. His cock throbs and aches as Suna’s Grip locks them together, legs trembling as Suna hands squeeze his thighs. He knows he’s in that sweet spot, he can tell by the shrill noises Atsumu keeps making when he moves. Hot tears trail down his cheeks, his voice shaky from sobs as his cock sprays strings of cum on Suna’s jet-black tank top. He looks so good like this, submissive and spent, clinging to Suna as if he’s a blanket on a chilly night. His stomach is heavy from Suna’s semen, his body weighed down by exhaustion.
“Don’t tell me you’re already tired.”
“ Rin ~” Is all he can mumble, barely able to keep his eyes open. They widen when he’s sat on the floor, the absence of Suna’s shaft inside of him leaving his rear open and oozing. “No more…can’t take it…”
“Don’t be ridiculous, of course, you can.” Suna’s shaft sits on his nose, reeking of his arousal as Suna stares down at him. “Besides, you made a mess. Clean it up .”
Atsumu opens his mouth as wide as he can, lips wrapping around the tip as his hand strokes Suna’s shaft. He can’t fit it all in his mouth, he’ll choke- and that’s exactly what Suna wants to see. The boastful Atsumu turned into a cumslut, that’s what he wants. His hands grip Atsumu’s hair as he squeezes his eyes closed, Atsumu’s tongue doing tricks on his tip as he looks up at Suna with eager eyes. Does it feel good? All he wants to do is make him feel good. He gags when Suna pushes his head down, hands planting on his thighs as he loudly slurps and sucks. Good, so good, he tastes so fucking good. His scent, God he just wants to keep his face buried in Suna’s crotch. Even his thighs were hot, rough muscles that cushion his face as his cheeks hollow around Suna’s shaft.
“ Dammit …” Suna moans softly, head leaned back as Atsumu bops his head. “Just like that, keep going.”
The praise makes his ears perk up, his spent cock twitching back to life. He finds himself stroking it in tune with his sucks, mind fogging from the cocktail of Sun’s words and his own. Suna’s hips thrust to meet Atsumu’s swollen lips, quiet gasps and groans escaping his mouth. He’s so eager to please, slurping down his shaft like he’s starving, swallowing every drop of precum that spills from Suna tip. He watches with heavy breaths, mumbling praises that make Tsumu take more of him into his mouth. His thick brows look so sexy furrowed like this, the concentration in those hazy eyes so adorable. Suna’s grip tightens in his hair as he reaches the edge, Atsumu’s tightening throat pushing him over it. His eyes water as Suna load clogs his throat, his coughs loud when Suna pulls his cock out to paint his face. Cum drips from his cheeks, smeared across his face and coating his tongue as he struggles to swallow it all down. He opens his mouth when he finally does, showing that it’s all gone. He’s not sure why he felt the need to do that, but seeing the proud smirk on Suna’s face made him feel fuzzy.
“Learned your lesson?”
He nods. Suna took a photo of Atsumu and kissed him.
“Pfft, I bet he’s a small dick idiot.” Kuroo says with a laugh a few days later, the group that consisted of Kuroo, Atsumu, Oikawa, Tendou, Bokuto, and Suga were at the lounge like they were days before. Kuroo didn’t like Suna because he was rude to him when he sold him weed and also because he took Kenma's attention away from him.
“Look at him, he’s a walking edgelord freak.” Oikawa says while motioning to Suna, who’s paying for his table’s cola floats. Oikawa and Suna hated each other, rightfully so due to Oikawa Ego and Suna’s harsh words. They couldn’t stand each other
Suna is wearing baggy jeans and his usual dark, graphic T-Shirt. How is he hiding that monster of his in pants like those, they’re only baggy around the knees and below, leaving the rest tight around his waist. Atsumu can see the shift in Suna’s pants every time he moves, the outline obvious to his eyes and no one else’s. Suna glances at Atsumu when he passes by, the corners of his lips quirking up when Atsumu’s face flushes a red brighter than the maroon polo he’s wearing. They haven’t spoken since the bathroom, Atsumu has been avoiding him, too embarrassed to face him after losing his inhibitions with him in the bathroom. Bitchless? Yeah right, he’s a fucking monster. Atsumu’s throat is still sore and so was his stomach, his rear still numb and stretched from Suna’s girth. Suna had taken good care of him when he passed out against him, wiping him down with a paper towel and…cleaning him out. It’s so humiliating to even think about! Every memory of the soft praises Suna whispered in his ears makes him want to curl into a ball and die.
And the worst part?
He wants to be begging beneath him again.
“He might not look like he gets bitches.” Atsumu mumbles, “But his dick is at least eleven inches.”
Oh shit. He said that out loud. Oikawa seemed to be the only one that heard what Atsumu said. He turned around and looked at him. Atsumu, embarrassed, walked to his room and Oikawa followed him. Once they got into his room Oikawa crossed his arm.
“Babe, What the fuck was that” Oikawa said while looking at Atsumu .
“Oiks, I fucked up big time” Atsumu said while panicking as he paced back and forth, Oikawa who was watching Atsumu. “I SLEPT WITH SUNA!” Atsumu screamed. Oikawa looked at him dumbfounded.
“So the kiss at the party turned into something more, wait ain’t he dating Osamu?” Oikawa said, tilting his head.
“YEAH AND THATS THE ISSUE.” Atsumu screamed and held his head in his hand. He was a horrible human, hooking up with his brother's boyfriend and wanting more of him. Then Suga barged in.
“Did I hear that shit correctly??” Suga said and took a swig of his Smirnoff. Tendou had come in, smoking a joint and grinning at his friend's despair.
“I know I know I’m fucking terrible” Atsumu said rubbing his face. Bokuto barged in and hugged Atsumu.
“Hey Tsumu LETS THROW A PARTY!! AKAASHI BDAY IS TODAY!” Bokuto yelled and Atsumu sighed, he decided just to drink his problems away. He, Miya Atsumu would never talk about it ever again. Suga and Oikawa exchanged looks, silently agreeing to let Atsumu deal with his dilemma.
Atsumu stood in the corner, it wasn’t like him but his social battery was at its all time low. He sipped his red solo cup but he was so stuck in thought he didn't realize two girls were walking towards him. They greeted him and rubbed his chest. He sighed and started to make out with one of the girls, not because he really wanted to but so he doesn't get stuck in his thoughts about Suna. On the other side of Suna was with Akaashi and Komori.
“No Osamu?” Akasshi asked as he sipped his cup of red wine. Though it was his party, he didn't know many people here. Bokuto, his boyfriend of 2 years, was getting drunk with Kuroo and invited all of them here.
“Suna, I thought you told akaashi??” Komori said, as Akagi came over and kissed his cheek. Suna rolled his eyes and laughed. He took a drag of the joint he's been holding onto since the party. Suna didn't wanna tell people, because Osamu was ashamed and didnt want to tell people at all.
“Fine, Osamu and I broke up, Mutually of course but also he had fallen for that famous Sakusa Kiyoomi, And i cant tell anyone because apparently Atsumu likes Sakusa” Suna said and chugged his beer. He looked around the room and saw Atsumu, His high school bff but now he hated him. Or that's what he wants. Atsumu was leaning against the wall, eyes were hazy, two girls were rubbing all over him. One grabbed Atsumu's hand and dragged him up the stairs. Atsumu stumbled, clearly out of it. His face was flushed, glossy, and unfocused, Suna had seen him drunk, this was something else. “Tf wrong with him” Suna said and took a drag.
“I thought he could handle his liquor,” Komori said, recalling how he came third in a drinking contest. Oikawa rushed to Atsumu's side and grabbed the solo cup dangling from his hands. Oikawa wasn't really into drugs nor knew anything about it, He was holding Atsumu up while arguing with the two girls. Suna casually walked up and grabbed the Solo Cup and looked closely inside.
“Theres white particles in here.” Suna said and dumped it on the girl's head and leaned close to her ear. “If you want to leave here alive, then I suggest you leave asap.” Suna said harshly and the 2 girls ran out of the party. Suna dragged up Atsumu, ignoring the protest of Oikawa and the weird looks Komori and Akaashi gave him. He took him his room or what he assumed was his room and laid him on the bed but Atsumu wouldn't let go.
“Atsumu let me go.” Suna tried to pry him off but Atsumu whined. Fuck, that made Suna hard.
“Sunaaarinnnnn” Atsumu slurred out and wrapped his legs around Suna. “I hate you…” Atsumu cried out and buried his face into Suna's neck. “Then let go of me.” Suna said, rolling his eyes. “I hate that I see you in my dreams, How I want you to rail me to the morning sun” Atsumu slurred out and he had tears falling down his face. Suna laughed and whispered in his ear. “Yeah I can establish something….”
Atsumu woke up the next day, hungover and sore. His throat hurts, his whole body does, he looked down at himself and saw he was naked. He looked down and saw Suna. He was asleep and god damn was he’s hot. Then he realized.
“FUCK.” Atsumu whispered yelled and quickly tried to stand up but his hole was swollen and his legs were weak, he fell, making a loud crash happen.
“Atsumu?” Suna said, sitting up and stretched, then he looked down at Atsumu, sprawled on the floor and smirked. “Yikes, I might have been too rough…
“NO NO NO” Atsumu said and quickly dragged himself up. Suna stood up and grabbed his waist and looked at him. “You know you should be fucking quiet Tsumu, you were whining for my dick all night” Suna said and bit his earlobe and groped his ass. “Hands off!” Atsumu yelled and try to wiggle his way out. After going back and forth, they both settled, Atsumu was forced on Suna lap. “For the last fucking time Atsumu, Im not dating Osamu and you’re stuck with me” Suna said, poking a finger into Atsumu side which made Atsumu roll his eyes and groan. “I fucking Got that Suna BUT WHY ARE YOU FOLLOWING ME NOW?” Atsumu protested but his mouth was closed by Suna's lips. The kiss shut him right up.
“Sorry Pretty boy, You're stuck now.” Suna said and pinned him down, Atsumu looked at him with panic.
“NO NO NO!” Atsumu yelled, even though he really wanted Suna to put him in his place again.
“I HATE YOU!” Atsumu yelled and Suna whispered in his ear. “I like you too” and cackled.