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He’s late, Atsumu knows when he returns home from practice to your shared apartment in darkness — shrugging off his training bag before he catches himself still peeking into the dimly lit living room like you’ll still be there, he wants you to be there , he’s missed you.
“Baby?” Atsumu whisper shouts, wincing when he catches sight of the time on the clock, his amber eyes narrowing slightly when he still feels the all too familiar sting lingering on his palm from too many practice spikes that ran way too long, but he’s missed you.
It’s almost instinctive the way his body carries him deeper into the apartment, not even bothering to pick up his practice bag. His mind is set on something much more important right now — something he finds when he finally stops dead in the doorway of your shared bedroom, your figure only slightly visible from the moonlight through the crack in the blinds, and Atsumu feels his mouth run dry when you make a sweet noise in your sleep and it makes his cock twitch in the confines of his shorts at the sound.
Shit —It’s only been a few hours, but he’s missed you.
You were beautiful, always were — even in the dimly lit room Atsumu can still make out every dip of your figure, the way your shirt— his shirt falls along your curves, your lips pouty as your cheek smooshes against your pillow, your brows pulled into a cute frown like you’re lost in a dream, but fuck at this moment—with you, he feels like he just might be too.
“Yer so gorgeous.” The blonde breathes, a breathless undertone to his voice but it’s still smooth despite the exhaustion lacing it— allowing himself to approach almost a little too eagerly as he almost trips over the rug in your bedroom, hissing out a curse before it breaks into a grin again when his eyes land back on you.
Atsumu swallows heavily before he impatiently pulls off his training shirt followed by his shorts, yanking the fabric along his muscled thighs—so relieved to get rid of the clothes that were clinging to his overheating skin, before he kicks them into some forgotten corner of the room and the bed suddenly dips under his weight. His knee sinking into the plush mattress on his side as he leans over to cage you beneath him—he feels so much bigger than you at this angle, the sight of your body so soft and pliant underneath him forcing him to squeeze his eyes closed when his cock throbs underneath the suddenly restrictive layer of his boxer shorts.
“Look at ya, Angel. Always so fuckin’ pretty for me.” He groans deeply, dipping his body to bury his face into the crook of your neck as he inhales the all too familiar sweet smell, peppering a few wet, open mouthed kisses along the dip of your shoulder as he earns a soft sigh from your pouty lips.
“I know, baby. Shit—missed ya today.” Atsumu breathes—more shallowly this time, but still low and careful enough to not wake you before he pulls himself back again—shifting his weight onto his forearm as he allows his other hand to trace under the fabric of your shirt. He feels himself grow warmer when his fingers finally trace up your bare skin, his breathing hitching when he’s only met with a pair of thin panties as an almost sinister grin stretches along his lips, his skilled hands making quick work of pulling them to the side gently.
“Yer such a good girl, always so ready for me.” He groans, amber eyes locking on your glistening folds before he swipes his fingers between them. Atsumu’s pleased to find you already wet and he can’t help but feel something jump in his chest at the idea that maybe you missed him too —an almost giddy smile gracing his lips before he returns his attention back to the rough pad of his finger he’s dragging beneath the hood of your clit, rolling the sensitive bud before allowing a shaky exhale to fall from his lips when your thighs twitch in response.
“That’s ma needy baby.” Your boyfriend almost growls, his eyes lustful and locked on the place between your thighs as he presses down on your puffy clit harder, eagerly , as he spreads your soft thighs wider. He keeps up this pace and pressure until you’re wet enough for him to push two fingers inside, his eyes snapping up to you quickly when a faint moan falls from your lips, ceasing his movements until sleep laces your features once more and he places a soft, open mouthed kiss against your temple to soothe you before finally sinking his thick digits into your warm cunt, groaning when he’s not met with much resistance. “S-so wet, fuck —“
Atsumu pumps his fingers in and out of your wet heat languidly, angling them slightly to brush against the spongy spot inside of you— but just enough to prep your before he impatiently finds himself pulling away to fumble with the waistband of his boxers, grumbling to himself as he kicks them down his legs. His aching, thick cock finally springs free to smear beads of pre-cum along the skin of your thighs as he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth in anticipation, stifling his own needy whimper.
“Thought about ya all day, Gorgeous— Shit .” Atsumu babbles—flushed and pink cheeked, moaning softly as he grabs the base of his cock to give it a few languid pumps before lining himself up.
The first swipe of his cock is clumsy, a little too eager and the dim lighting doesn’t do him any favours as he curses under his breath, frowning to himself before letting out a tsk and stumbling back to try again. His lips part softly when the fat head of his cock finally finds the entrance of your flexing cunt. Atsumu’s head falls back into the crook of your neck when he pushes past your folds—his hand squeezing your hips as he sinks his cock into your warm cunt, burying his needy groans and whines into your skin, your walls flexing around him harder the deeper he goes.
“H-holy fuckin’ shit—that’s ma girl, fuck .” He groans, his words raspy and muffled against your skin as his cock glides past the spot that even in your sleep, still has your thighs twitching either side of him before he bottoms out with a pleased hiss, stilling his movement to allow you to adjust to his size as he tries to calm his own breathing— his cock throbbing and thickening inside of you while a dizzy spin clouds his mind from the feeling of finally being buried in you.
“Fuck—‘M never gonna get sick of this pussy.” Atsumu grunts, his platinum blonde hair falling messily over his face as he blinks down at you slowly, amber eyes still heavy with lust when he pulls his hips back, exhaling heavily before rolling them back into you. “Ma fuckin’ pussy.” He begins a steady pace, your needy walls rewarding each languid thrust with a twitch around his sensitive cock that has him moaning lowly, loud squelching noises growing louder as a faint moan leaves your lips—but he’s too lost in you to notice this time.
“Atsumu?” Your sleepy voice cuts through his lust drunk state enough for his pace to stutter, his head snapping towards yours to allow you to take in his fucked out appearance—pink cheeked and flushed to his chest but he still grins at you cheekily before his fingers tighten on your skin. “Miss me, Baby? ‘Cause God —I’ve missed ya s-so much.”
“Mhm—Missed you, ‘Tsum.” You sigh dreamily, your mind is still cloudy with sleep and maybe that’s why your body feels more sensitive right now as Atsumu feels your tight cunt flex around him once more, the force of his hips picking up as he leans over to pull you in for a wet, sloppy kiss. Hearing the blonde moan when he drags his tongue along yours, his mind spinning at the overwhelming pleasure before he suddenly pulls away with an airy chuckle and his head falls against your shoulder and he begins a pace that’s a little faster, rougher .
You hiccup his name, feeling his breath fan across your neck as lust driven curses and whimper fall from his lips with smack of his hips against yours, feeling him melt into you when your fingers tangle in his hair like you know he loves. “Feel so g-good, baby.” Atsumu grumbles, his movement becoming sloppier but the strength behind each thrust remains as your body claps against his—every thrust loud, driven by the strength in his huge body as the headboard slams against the wall behind you both while his breathing becomes ragged, his fingers tightening in your skin as he hugs you closer.
“Been thinkin’ ‘bout ya— shit , all f-fuckin’ day.” Your boyfriend gasps and you realise it isn’t just the haze of sleep that’s keeping you from forming a coherent sentence when a needy mewls tumbles from your lips.
“‘Tsumu, please —“ You gasp, feeling Atsumu pound away at the spot that has warmth pooling in your stomach and you feel him tremble as he curls over you, nuzzling deeper into the crook of your neck to smear messy kisses along your shoulder, mumbling praises into your skin. “A know, baby. That’s it, fuck— just like that.”
The blunt head of his cock feels like it’s kissing every part of you, thickening and throbbing with each needy coax of your tight cunt as his pelvis grinds against your puffy, sensitive clit everytime he meets your hips with his own. Atsumu’s hips buck almost wildly into your needy heat as his grip on your skin turns almost bruising, your body stilling when the familiar rush of warmth from your orgasm finally washes over you.
“ Shit , baby. good girl, f-fuckin’ take it— ngghhhh, fuck —“ Atsumu grunts, pulling back to pull you in for another feverish kiss as he lets out lewd whimpers of how fucking tight your pussy feels around him as your cunt continues to squeeze him until he finally stills, giving into the needy coax of your walls. He spills into you with babbled curses and praises between low growls as he allows your pussy to milk him, shallowly thrusting his load into your sensitive walls and only stilling when he’s hissing from oversensitivity as he all but collapses on top of you, both of you basking in the sleepy haze of your orgasms for a few moments after.
“‘Tsumu, you’re heavy!” You grumble, rubbing the remenants of sleep from your eyes as your thighs shake around your boyfriend, hearing him grumble before he lifts his head to shoot you a pink cheeked pout. “Yer so mean, baby. After everythin’ a just did for ya.” Atsumu whines, rolling his eyes playfully before leaning up to pepper your face with a few obnoxiously loud kisses as his hands smooth over your hips.
“You disturbed my sleep!” You retort and you bite back a giggle when you hear Atsumu’s dramatic gasp follow your words before he chuckles at himself after, raising a brow at you with his signature, cocky smirk. “A missed ya, angel—ya tryna say it wasn’t worth it?” He asks, his voice a little softer now and it has something bloom in your chest when his amber eyes blink down at you honestly. “Hmmm, I guess it was.” You reply, smoothing your hand through his hair once more as you watch him lean into the touch almost immediately. “That’s more like it, let me hold ya now.” Atsumu grins, stifling a yawn and knowing he’ll miss you just as much tomorrow as he did today.