Undisclosed desires

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at

http://archiveofourown.org/works/31512071.

Rating:
Mature

Archive Warning:
No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:
F/M

Fandom:
Haikyuu!!

Relationship:
Miya Atsumu/Reader

Character:
Miya Atsumu, Reader, Bokuto Koutarou, Kuroo Tetsurou

Additional Tags:
Reader-Insert, Pining, Mutual Pining, Smut, Fluff and Smut,
Cunnilingus, Blow Jobs, Sexual Tension, Resolved Sexual
Tension, Kissing, Biting, Gags, hickey, Making Out, Oral
Sex, Sex, Vaginal Sex

Series:
Part 2 of Fuck the hate out

Stats:
Published: 2021-05-25 Words: 9480
 Undisclosed desires
by PhysicalTurian
Summary

Pulling an all-nighter with Atsumu leads to both of you

realising you’ve been wanting one another for far too
long or…
“Tell me you don’t like me, and I’ll stop flirting,” He
said. Without thinking, I snorted in surprise, “That’s not a
question, maybe you should check the definition in the
dictionary-“
“Just say you don’t like me, so that we’re clear and I’ll
stop, it’s simple, you like simple right?”
[She/Her pronouns used for the reader, no physical
description; Everyone +18]

Notes

Follow-up from the fic “Define ‘hate’” because I needed

it, no other reason.
I hope Atsumu makes you cringe :)) I kept it as in-
character as possible, he’s basically a frat boy.
See the end of the work for more notes
A date night? Was this a date night? No, that would be weird.
Just… two newly-friends, hanging out together because their
drunk, chaotic, friends were out and about without giving any
news. Nothing more, because Miya Atsumu being handsome
shouldn’t make a difference to the type of hanging out that was
happening, right? Yes. I’m right. Hope he doesn’t think it’s a
date. It’d be flattering though…

Throwing him a glance, I watched carefully as he grabbed the

order from the person at the drive-through, thanking them. I
don’t know why he had removed his jacket the moment he got
in the car, but right now he was just flexing his muscles and I
couldn’t care less. No matter how good it looked. I didn’t care.

“What, do you need something else?” He asked, catching me

off guard.

Catching myself, I quirked a brow, knowing he was talking

about my insistent look, but I played it off “Are you sure
there’s everything?” I asked, nodding at the order bag in his
hands. His reply was to drop the burning paper bag on my lap,
grinning, then saying “Check if you’re so worried, but have a
little faith in the people,” “Faith has nothing to do with this,
it’s late and I’d understand if they forgot something that’s all.”
I shrugged, checking that everything was in there.

“Right, right, what’s the report chief?” He did ask, but before I
could reply he had started driving off. I rolled my eyes and
closed the bag, “All good, Atsumu. Let’s go back to your place
so we can eat that,“ He nodded but I continued, smirking
mischievously. “Actually… I could start eating now, I’m not
the one driving,” I purposely made more noise when I opened
the bag, earning a complaint from the player as he slapped my
hand off the package. “No! Not in my car! That- that is not
fair! You don’t get to torture me with the smell when I’m
driving, come on,”
Chuckling, I pushed his hand away. He was gripping the bag
closed and did not seem willing to let go. “I promise I’m not
going to eat in your car, you can let go,” I said, trying to pry
his hand open, but he was not budging. “Right, I’d let go but
it’s kind of cute seeing you struggling, so I don’t know,” He
trailed off, this time he was the one in the mischievous mood
as he threw me a side glance. I felt my cheeks getting slightly
warmer but ignored it. “So that’s what it’s all about, ah well.
Hold the bag then, it saves me from doing it.” I shrugged,
stopping everything and looking out the window.

“That’s not fun!! You’re not fun, you should try harder, make
this-“ “I’m sorry, was I supposed to entertain you?” He let go
with a long sigh, focusing back on the road. Both his hands on
the steering wheel, a pout adorning his features. I was never
going to admit that he was kind of cute like that, and if he
asked anything with that face, I might just let him do anything.
What? No, the man is just handsome. That’s it, good for him.

“I’ll find something that ticks you off, one day.” I heard him
say. It earned him a very confused look from me as I faced
him fully, now. He didn’t add to that until he was finally
parked in front of a building and the car was off. “I mean,
you’re always composed and all, like Omi-Omi actually! His
thing is like, germs, and well… Me, but in a good way, you
know? But you…” He squinted his eyes, pursing his lips as he
made a thinking face. “I’ll find out soon enough,”

Grabbing the bag, I unbuckled the seatbelt and opened the

door, “Yeah… Sure, have fun? I hope you’ll be successful in
your-“ I waved vaguely at him, “Whatever this is,”

Laughing loudly, he got out of the car too, the jingle of his
keys stopping suddenly when he dropped them on the ground
after having swung them around his finger. Swearing under his
breath, he grabbed them from the ground, then lead us inside,
to his place.

We had to climb a flew flights of stairs, and when we arrived,

he ushered me inside. “Go, go, the table’s right there, we’re
eating this while it’s warm,” He said quickly as he locked the
door behind us. He slipped off his shoes easily, so I handed
him the bag before struggling a bit more with mine as I tried to
stay balanced. Once I had slipped them off, I let out a sigh of
relief when I finally freed. I always loved walking around in
socks, I loved the muffled sound it made on the ground.

Looking back up, I took a bit of time looking around and

taking in the display of the room. It wasn’t as small as I
thought it’d be, but it was clearly a one-person apartment.
Surprisingly, he hadn’t lied when he said the place was clean,
the worse I could find was an empty bowl and a mug on the
counter. Probably from this morning.

“It’s a nice place-“ “I actually cleaned it in case I brought

someone back from the party, you know…” to fuck, was the
underlying statement. I hated the way my stomach churned
when he said, it was stupid. Instead, I laughed. “Did I perhaps
ruin some plan of yours?”

“I mean, I brought you home, did I not?” I was confused upon

seeing his expression. It seemed serious, darker… Less cute,
sultrier. But it quickly dissipated at my lack of answer, or
perhaps my face did all the talking. He suddenly laughed as he
handed me my food and placed his in front of him, the drinks
too. “I’m kidding! I mean, I did bring you home, but we’re
going to pull an all-nighter and have fun, right?”

“Sure, if you think you call that fun to be worried about that
idiot Bokuto- who even forgets their phone? I just-“ I threw
my hands in the air, sighing. “A moron,”
“You really are worried, but he’ll be fine!” Atsumu took a
large bite of his burger, but that didn’t stop him from talking,
mouth full. “If we don’t get a call from Shoyo or Kuroo, then
it’ll be the police because they arrested him, but they’re not
gonna die or anything.” I think he understood how it did not
help at all by the way I paused mid-way bringing the food to
my mouth.

He slammed his hand on the table, hurriedly justifying, “I’m

saying that because it happened once, but they’ll be fine! Trust
me, if anything they might just be passed out on a parking lot-
like, at worse.” “I think I don’t really feel reassured, and I’ll
just bear through my worry. Nice try though, Miya, thanks for
the food,” I nodded before starting eating.

The blond seemed dejected from failing in cheering me up,

and for some reason I couldn’t bear seeing that silly face of
him without a smile. Every time I’d seen him, he was grinning
widely at whatever his teammates were telling him, now it felt
uncanny to see him sad.

So, I bumped my foot against his, I had nothing to say that’d

make him smile, so I changed topic, “Do you like the food?”
This was bad. And if I knew that, he did too. A small smile
drew itself on his lips, it slowly but surely grew, no answer
from the man just yet. When he did, he threw his head back,
“That’s your way of cheering me up? You’re bad at this!” He
laughed.

Feeling my cheeks flush in embarrassment, I rolled my eyes

and focused on my own food. “I wasn’t trying to cheer you up,
I was simply asking a question,” I quickly looked up at the
blond when he hooked his foot with mine, under the table,
“Come on, I’m kidding-“ “Stop that, oh god it’s gross-“ I
interrupted him when he tried to tickle my foot with his, our
socks rubbing against one another in a way I did not like one
bit.

“Does that mean you’re ticklish?!” He quickly looked under

the table, trying to grab my foot but I stood up faster than he
reached for it. Food in hand, I stood behind my chair with a
deadpanned expression, “You’re a man child, I don’t have
enough words to express how exhausting you’re going to be,”
I scoffed as I continued eating, earning a frown from Atsumu.
He shoved the rest of his burger in his mouth, without saying
much. In awe, I gauged the speed at which he chewed that shit
and swallowed it. For a second, I’d even say he gobbled it
down instead of eating it.

“You’re not fun,” He huffed, opening another box. “Once

again, I had no plan of entertaining you for the evening,
Atsumu,” His answer was to throw a chicken nugget my way,
it hit the table with a terrifying silence when I looked up at
him with as much disdain possible. “Tell me you didn’t just
throw me a chicken nugget,” I trailed off, sauntering closer to
the table, grabbing the nugget with tip of my fingers I was
going to put it back in the box when Atsumu opened his mouth
wide.

Pointing at his mouth, he tilted his head backwards, “Here,”

was what he said, although it sounded unarticulated with his
mouth open like that. I had to do a double take at the man’s
request, “Why did you even think I’d consider that, after you
launched that shit at me? Feed yourself on your own,” While I
did try to keep the contempt on my face, I quickly turned
around when I let a short smile slip when he took it from my
hand and ate it quickly.

A fucking dog, that’s what he was. “So that means, if I hadn’t

thrown it at you… You’d have considered it!!” Sitting back
down, I put my hand in front of me to stop him, “That’s
definitely not what I said,” although it was right. “Oh you said
it, you did!”

Sighing, I finished my food without answering him. When I

leaned over the table to take the empty bag next to Atsumu, I
saw him handing me a chicken nugget, “An offering for
forgiveness,” He said. “No thank you-“ “Come on, I’m full, if
you don’t take it, it’ll go to the trash, come on,” He dragged
his words in a pleading manner. It’s with a roll of eyes that I
was about to take it from his hand, breathing out a “Sure,” but
he shoved it in my mouth before I could take it, a manic grin
on his face.

Through gritted teeth, I said, “I’ll bite your fingers off,” he

quickly let go, his eyes never leaving me as I ate it,
nonetheless, throwing him a side glance. Without losing more
time, I grabbed the trash from the table. I was left standing in
the middle of the kitchen when I turned around and looked at
Atsumu a bit lost. He was leaning on the back of the chair, his
elbow supporting his head as he looked at me with a smirk.

“Yes?” He inquired in a sing-song voice, knowing full well

what I needed. I ignored his attitude and nodded at him,
“Where’s the trash?” I know I could have the opportunity to
make a joke about him, being the trash, but we were not on
fighting terms anymore. And he was not a trashy man… Yet.

Pointing at me with his hand extended in front of him, palm

up, he said, “In your hand-“ “-can, the trash can, the bin, the
little box for the trash, I knew you’d be a little shit even with
the simplest thing,” I rolled my eyes before turning around and
putting everything on the counter. When I looked back,
Atsumu was right behind me. Startled, I snuck under his arm
and moved away from him, frowning. “What’re you doing
Miya?”
“Chill, relax, I was going to throw everything away,” He
opened the cabinet closer to the ground and pointed at the
trash, “There,” then did as he said he would. For a moment I
felt bad at my sudden reaction, but I also was aware that the
man could come up behind and surprise me. May it be by
tickling, as he tried earlier, or maybe poking my side. And I
was not in the mood for either of those.

Humming, I kept an eye on him. Not only because I didn’t

know what to do now that we had eaten, but also because part
of me enjoyed the view of him as he reached for a glass in the
pantry. His black shirt lifting ever so lightly, the side of his hip
peeking from under the fabric. The tightness of the sleeves
around his biceps, I never realized how defined his muscles
were. Then again, it came with being a pro volleyball player,
and it wasn’t uncommon. He wasn’t special, just annoying.
“Ground control to major killjoy,”

Blinking out of my daydream, I met his eyes and noticed he

was handing me a beer. I took it without much thinking, but
didn’t move, “You good? Do you need me to open it or
something?” He asked as he brought the glass bottle to his
mouth, ready to uncap it with his teeth. I quickly took his from
his hand and went on a scavenging hunt to find a bottle-
opener. “You send goosebumps down my spine with that
stupidity, do you often uncap bottles with your teeth?- No,
actually, I don’t want to know,” Opening them, I handed him
his with a sigh.

“Come on, it’s a cool party trick! I can also do that thing
where-“ He pulled the side of his mouth in a wide smile and
stuck his tongue out, making it look a lot longer than it was.
For some reason, part of me found it kind of lewd, the way he
moved his tongue up and down, his back teeth showing. A
party trick wouldn’t be what I’d call it, he looked like an idiot
doing it, but a pretty one. “Right, a party trick. It makes one
wonder if there is one thing that mouth can’t do, right?” I
quickly regretted it when he stopped his silly display and
looked at me with raised brows and a huge smile.

“Oh, it can do a lot more, are you curious?” He brought the

bottle to his mouth and twirled his tongue around the tip, his
eyes never leaving mine. I clenched my jaw and forced myself
to look away, hating the way he was getting to me. Only hours
ago, he hated me, and right now the animosity was completely
gone, and the man was feeling a lot more confident being
flirtatious than spurring complete bullshit about me. “You
don’t know how strongly I wish to shove that bottle in your
mouth,” I rolled my eyes, turning away from him and walking
to the living-room.

I heard the muffled sound of his footsteps on the parquet as he

hurried behind me, “You’d be surprised by what’d happen, for
your info I don’t have a gag reflex,”
Turning around, I quirked a brow, “Ok? Good for you!” He
pouted as I continued, “That doesn’t mean I want to watch you
slut yourself out in front of me though,” For some reason it
made him laugh. Walking in front of me, he disappeared in a
room and returned with his laptop in hand. “Deep down I
know you want me,” A huff escaped my lips with how
convinced he was and how much energy he still had this late.

“If it keeps you going, sure!” That kind of banter was

interesting, but I was curious of how far he would go with his
words. Joining him in the living room, I sat down on the couch
and watched him as he installed the computer on the low table.
He had gotten changed and was now wearing shorts instead of
the cargo pants he had at the party. Probably for comfort,
although it did make his ass look good like that. I quickly
shook the thought away when Atsumu dropped two blankets
on the couch along some pillows, purposely throwing the
pillows at my face.
I took a deep breath and threw him a serious glare. “Do you
ever, not? Or are you constantly trying to start shit?” His reply
was a huge grin at first. He wasn’t fully facing me, and even
crouched in front of the table as he unlocked his laptop and
started looking for the movie. While I did roll my eyes at his
reaction, I did not mind much. It felt like the man needed a lot
of attention and was not satisfied with my little to no reaction
to every shit he had done.

“I don’t know, it’s fun. ‘Should have thrown it back at me,” He

shrugged while settling down on the couch. He set his feet on
the table, then threw the blanket on his legs. I had thrown mine
over my shoulders and was sitting tailor-styled on the couch,
cocooned. “Right, and with your great reflexes you’d have
caught it and definitely not spilled the beer, right?”

“I play volleyball, of course I’d have caught it! Did you forget
or something?” His eyes were wide open in confusion, he
looked at me a bit longer while I felt like an idiot for forgetting
in those few seconds. I bit the inside of my cheek, feeling my
face heat up, “Just start the movie already,” I huffed, checking
my phone to see if I had received any text or call from Kuroo
or Bokuto. But there were none.

An annoyed sound escaped my throat when Atsumu pried my

phone away from my hand and kept it away from me. I tried to
get it from his hand, but he placed a hand on my stomach to
keep me from leaning further in. After less than a minute I
grunted, “You’re a child, give it back to me when you’re done
checking if I have fun games for you to play with,” I winced at
my own words, sensing I was more annoyed than I actually
thought I was. Before he could reply, I played the movie and
crossed my arms over my chest, focusing on the screen.

“Come on, I’m playing with ya,” He nudged my elbow, I

looked at him from the corner of my eye but did not say
anything.

“You named me by my full name in your contact list? That

sucks, I’ll change it to something cooler-“ Before he could do
anything, I snatched my phone out of his hand and locked it. I
didn’t even look at his face when I dropped it back on my lap,
but I could guess he was surprised and, or, frustrated.
Knowing this, I felt like gloating but as much as I tried to hold
back my proud smile, I felt the rictus on the corner of my lips.

I was glad to not hear anything from him, it meant I could

enjoy the movie while he was pouting in his corner. The quiet
was welcomed. Leaning forward to grab my beer from the
table, I put my hand on my lap to hold my phone from falling
down but didn’t feel it there. Looking down at my lap, it
wasn’t there, nor on my sides, I started patting the couch and
everywhere around me then I felt Atsumu grab my hand and
put it on my phone that was now in his hand. “Looking for
this?” He asked, a smug smile on his lips.

“You can’t do shit if it’s locked, so, hand it over,” I wrapped

my fingers around my phone, and his fingers in the process.
When I tried to grab it out of his grasp, Atsumu moved my
hand and managed to get the camera opened. “Look at us,
being friendly and stuff,” He pulled the phone up to take a
selfie of both of us, wrapping his free hand around mine to
stop me from going for my phone. Putting our clasped hands
in front of him, he made sure we could see it on the screen and
took a few photos.

When he was done, I pried his hand away from mine, “Are
you done? The moment I’m alone, I am going to-“ “you’re
going to put them as the background for your phone, or just
really stare at it ‘cause you love me that much, I understand.”
“I’m going to delete them, more than anything,” I said with a
smirk, loving the puppy look in his eyes when I said so. It did
not last long, only seconds after he handed me my phone back
and said, “You wouldn’t dare, we look too good for those to go
to the trash,” He made sure to show them to me, but I only
chuckled.

“I always look good, no need to show me,” I waved him off,

focusing once more on the movie. What caught me off guard
was the blonde’s reply, which was said in an almost genuine
tone, “Yeah, you’re right, you’re always hot,” He did not add
anything else. I would have expected a joke following it, or an
addition saying that he was also hot, but nothing. Instead, he
looked at the screen without a word. Seeing how relaxed he
was, I probably got too much in my head when feeling like
there was some tension between us. So, I took a few deep
breaths and calmed my flushing cheeks.

Nothing much was said, so I made sure to comment here and

there. Part of me felt like I couldn’t stay silent the entire time,
knowing Atsumu like the movie. Or so I thought.

“Wait you’re telling me his name is Wall-E is an acronym for

like, little trash worker? For real?” I said, confused. Then
quickly added, “Here, if he’s collecting those trinkets that
means it has sentimental value, right? That doesn’t make
sense, he’s a robot, is he like sentient or something?” The
moment I finished talking, Atsumu paused the movie and
looked at me with a frown.

“You shouldn’t be allowed to watch kid’s movie, it’s for kids!

There is nothing like, sentient or something, it’s just, a little
robot trying his best, okay?”

“But it’s stupid, I mean sure it’s been programmed for that, but
there isn’t anyone else on the planet, so he shouldn’t keep
doing that shit, right?” I inquired, earning a loud sigh from the
player who seemed more than exhausted by that question.

Putting both his hands in front of him, he started gesturing,

“Hope’s what keeps him going right now, alright?” he un-
paused the movie, and only seconds after, a little white robot
appeared on screen, “And love! Look, he saw her, and he likes
her, so he was right to be hopeful all that time,” I rolled my
eyes and slumped deeper in the couch, my arms crossed as I
mumbled, “It doesn’t make sense to make robots fall in love
though,”

Atsumu made sure to sigh louder, more dramatically as we

both turned silent once more. As the movie continued, he was
the first one to speak again, “Tag yourself, you’re the violent
rampaging robot and I’m just a little fella,”

“I’m not violent, you’re the one who punched a dude Atsumu,
not me. You should remember that,” I told him, earning an
ungraceful huff as he tried to find the proper words to express
himself. I faced him with raised brows, waiting, then
something hit me. I grabbed his right hand to take a look at
this fist but let go the moment I held it, feeling like I shouldn’t
be this familiar with him. He looked at me confused, I was fast
to say, “I just realized we never checked your fist, and since
the dude seemed to-“

I paused, feeling the intensity of Atsumu’s gaze on mine. For

some reason, it wasn’t as light-hearted as seconds ago, which
led me to believe I had done something I shouldn’t have. “But
you’re a tough guy, and an adult, so you can take care of that
yourself, right-“ I cleared my throat and continued watching
the movie.

This time I was sure there was some tension between us. If I
were to leave right now it would look weird, and I was the one
who had made it all strange, which left me with the only
option left: staying in an awkward silence, my heart beating
faster in embarrassment. If it had been Bokuto, I would have
led that idiot to the kitchen and took care of his bruising
knuckles then got it over with; But here, I wasn’t nearly as
friendly with Atsumu as I was with Bokuto, and yet it felt sort
of comforting to be around him.

Perhaps because I knew he had proven himself to be reliable

when I felt bad, or maybe I thought: he’s already seen me cry
my eyes out, what’s left to see? Whichever it was, now it
wasn’t as comfortable as before, my hands felt hot and cold at
the same time. I brought the blanket closer around my form
and paid attention to the story but was still tempted to look at
the man on my right. Was he mad that I had stepped over his
boundaries? Or annoyed to have invited me at his place out of
pity, or perhaps even-

My train of thought was interrupted when I saw a hand enter

my field of vision. I leaned back a bit to get away from it, then
heard Atsumu say, “It’s gonna bruise, but it ain’t bleeding or
anything,”

I hummed, reassured, breathing a weak “Ok, good,”

“I think it’ll heal faster if you kissed it better, though,” He said

playfully. A relieved laugh escaped my mouth as I faced the
man, there was a mischievous smile adorning his features. My
eyes never left his. His left mine a few times to glance down
and look around nervously. “I’m not doing that, it’s not going
to change shit about the bruises,” Placing my hand on his
extended one, I pushed it down and out of my sight. “Alright,
then I’ll just,” He took the opportunity to thread his fingers
with mine like before then proceeded to shut his mouth and
look straight ahead.
I wanted to make a joke, telling him that Wall-E was not a
horror movie and that if he felt the need to hold hands maybe
he should watch a kid show. But I was too thrown off to do
anything. I did not move, but after a few minutes, I felt like I
had to speak. I wanted to ask him what he was doing… But
deep down I craved the slightest touch and wanted to keep this
going as long as he’ll allow it.

I squeezed his hand a moment, then put my elbow on the

armrest and rested my head against my fist. We stayed like
this, in silence, only chuckling here and there at what was
happening on the screen, our hands still clasped on one
another.

Around the end of the movie, I realized Atsumu’s grip wasn’t

as tight as before, and he was reacting a lot less. Lazily turning
my head to take a look at the blonde, I held back a laugh when
I saw his head was resting on the back of the couch and his
mouth was slightly open, the slightest snore escaping his
mouth as he breathed in and out. “Of course, you’d fall
asleep,” I whispered, letting go of his hand and grabbing a
pillow that had fallen on the ground at some point to put it
behind his head.

Nudging his shoulder, I tried to wake him up, but he only

closed his mouth and made a throaty sound as he moved to get
in a better position. His head started falling towards the side
opposite of mine, I had to quickly grab his shoulders so that he
wouldn’t fall entirely. I forced myself to focus and not enjoy
the feeling of his muscles under my fingers as I pulled him
towards my side more. The resistance of his weight soon
changed when he simply laid down on the couch, I had to put
the pillow rapidly on my lap and let out a ‘oof’ when his full
weight was on my legs.
“I’ll throw you off the couch if you don’t wake up,” I
whispered to the sleeping man on my thighs. Of course, I did
not receive any answer, he was passed out after a whole day of
practice and a party he probably did not feel like going to. I
mean… even tired he is kind of cute… I thought, taking a good
look at his features. I never took the time to observe the man,
but he was the perfect definition. If not for the fit body, even if
his hair was dyed it looked good, and while I’d never admit it
out loud, his smile almost made me want to kiss him.

What?

I rapidly looked away from his sleeping form and pulled out
my phone, focusing on something other than the pretty boy on
my lap. Seeing as he clearly did not respect my personal space,
I was not about to respect his. I rested my hands on his chest
as I started scrolling on my phone, waiting for time to go by. I
did not want to fall asleep and miss Bokuto’s call, even if I
was slowly falling asleep with the warmth Atsumu brought, I
had to stay up.

The movie had ended a good while back and started playing
something I wasn’t paying attention to. The sound was so loud
I was surprised it didn’t wake up the sleeping idiot, “You
could get robbed you wouldn’t even wake up,” I remarked out
loud, not expecting an answer but making myself chuckle,
“Actually I could rob you and leave, but your stupid ass is too
heavy for me to move,” I mumbled, sliding my hands under
his back to try to lift him but quickly gave up.

“You’re lucky I don’t hate you or I’d be trying to wake your

sorry ass, although it’s still very tempting right now,” I
muttered the last part, glancing at how much space he was
taking. My attention was brought to the man once again when
I heard something coming from him, but he seemed fast
asleep. Shaking my head, I returned to my phone, but stopped
once again when I heard him mumble in his sleep. “You’re
telling me even sleep doesn’t make you shut up? How am I
even supposed to-“ I cut myself off when he mumbled
something again, I brought my ear closer to his mouth, trying
to decipher what he was saying.

My eyes widened when I heard what he said, “All bark, no

bite” Before I had time to react, his hands were on my cheeks
as he pulled my face closer to his, pressing his lips against
mine. The angle didn’t make it comfortable, but I felt my heart
speed up and my cheeks flare at the suddenness of his actions.
I dropped my phone and was gripping his shirt with little
force, more in the hopes to calm my surprise than to hold him
down.

I found myself returning his kiss after a short delay of shock,

the beer taste was strong, but I couldn’t care less. His kiss was
sleepy and lazy, different than my clumsy one, and yet I was
enjoying a lot more than I was willing to admit. Slowly
coming to my sense, I pulled away when he tried to deepen the
kiss. My lips were still hovering over his, but I didn’t look at
him. “What was that for?” I breathed against his lips, wanting
an explanation.

“You use a lot of words to say you don’t want me, but you
haven’t kicked me off you yet,” He grinned proudly, a hand
tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I gripped it tight to stop
him, but did not pull back yet, “You said you didn’t hate me,
or you’d have pushed me off this couch, but I’m still here, a
lot of words for nothing,” He trailed off, grazing his lips
against mine, “All bark,” his teeth were now tugging at my
bottom lip, “No bite,” He murmured before letting go and
pecking my lips once more.

I pulled away with a huff, opening my mouth and closing it a

few times, trying to find the words. All the words that came in
my head were: little shit, sly bastard and arrogant prick, none
of which were enough of a comeback to be said out loud. I
looked off to the side, not saying anything yet, feeling the
weight of his body leaving my lap as he sat up. My eyes
followed each of his movement as he stretched, moaning how
good it feels to take a short nap. “You didn’t sleep, how good
of a nap can it be?” I asked rhetorically, aiming to avoid the
topic of what had just happened.

After saying so, I tried to think of all that I had said when I
thought he was asleep. From what I could remember, nothing
incriminating had been said, it was a relief.

“I got to have my head on a pretty girl’s lap, I’d call this a

win-“ “If you don’t go back to sleep, I’ll put you to sleep
myself,” I spat, crossing my arms over my chest, not trusting
myself to look at him just yet. The embarrassment from
moments ago was still very present, even though Atsumu was
completely unaware of it. “I thought we’d both agreed that you
wouldn’t do that, that you were all talk,” He grinned then
proceeded to uncross my arms and pull me towards him, I
pulled back but faced him with raised brows, wordlessly
asking him what he was doing. “Don’t know, waiting for you
to do something about it,” He shrugged.

Sighing, I placed both of my hands on the couch to balance

myself as I stood up, “There is nothing to do about anything,
I’m going to wait in the kitchen,” I scoffed.

The twin laughed as he pulled me back to the couch, this time

closer to him. I held his wrist tight to keep myself balanced
and glared at him. “We just kissed, you can’t just leave, come
on,” He tugged me closer, I had to hold onto his knees as I was
now kneeling between his legs while he was stretching his legs
on the couch. “Actually, I can. And I was about to do so,” I
gave him a curt nod, trying to hide my blushing cheeks.
He did not take no for an answer and poked my side to get my
attention, “I’ll let ya go if you answer two of my questions,
alright?” He asked excitedly, his hands resting on my waist. It
took all my will not to look down at his big hands on my body
and push them anywhere but at this very spot.

Clearing my throat, I told him to go off. “Tell me you don’t

find me attractive,” He said in all seriousness. Taken aback, I
faced him quickly, “I’m sorry?” was what I asked.

“You heard me, tell me you don’t find me attractive,” He

reiterated.

“That’s stupid, I literally told you earlier that you were cute,
what’s your angle here?” The man seemed to be thinking, then
made a sound at the realization that I had indeed said so
earlier. He chuckled, his cheeks turning slightly redder than
usual. “Right, I forgot that. I also find you cute,” “I didn’t ask,
nor do I care,” I shrugged.

“Yeah? Then why are you all flustered and stuff? No, you
know what? This is a lot funnier than making you angry! This
is fun-“ “Just ask your second question so that I can go,” I cut
him off, I felt my heart beat faster at his admittance but played
it off. I didn’t care, right?

“Tell me you don’t like me, and I’ll stop flirting,” He said.
Without thinking, I snorted in surprise, “That’s not a question,
maybe you should check the definition in the dictionary-“
Clearly he did not want to waste time with my avoidance and
pressed, his hands bringing me closer to him. I whispered,
“Careful,” but didn’t think he heard me. “Just say you don’t
like me, so that we’re clear and I’ll stop, it’s simple, you like
simple right?” He smirked; The smug attitude was back
tenfold.

“Do you have memory losses or something? I don’t hate you, I

thought we had made that clear since we started over-“ “I
don’t have time for those games, so,” He trailed off, this time
he put more force into it as he pull me onto his lap and let his
hands travel to the back of my thighs. I hated the ease at which
at let him do as he pleased already, I wanted to, but I also
didn’t want to see the satisfaction on his face when I’d give in.
Bringing my hands on his, I held them on the spot. I don’t
know why I was doing it when I so desperately craved for
them to slide under my shirt.

His eyes traveled from my face to my stomach, then to my

hands, smiling playfully when he saw how tightly I was
gripping his. “Where’s the fun if you keep them in place, let
go of my hands,” He said in a breathy tone. If I wasn’t already
sitting, my knees would have been weak. While I did let go, I
rolled my eyes and placed both my hands on his stomach. “I
don’t need to hold them down, you’re also all bark no bite-
actually, the reason you’re in such a good shape is because you
keep running your mouth like that, for nothing,” I taunted,
earning a smile at the corner of his lips as his hands slid under
my shirt, his fingers brushing my skin very slowly.

I gasped silently, not expecting him to do that. The roughness

of his skin against mine reminded me for that mere moment,
when I had forgotten, that he was a pro player, which came
with great strength in his arms… And hands for his serves. I
shook the thought away. “Yeah? If you don’t like it, tell me to
stop, tell me you don’t like me,” He taunted back, his hands
crawling higher and higher on my stomach, grazing my sides
ever so delicately.
The smile on his lips. The attitude that dripped off his arrogant
person, his tongue brushing on his lips, the heat of his body
between my legs. His thighs against mine… All of this made
me more and more frustrated, I didn’t want to talk anymore, I
didn’t hate him, it was true. But did I want to tell him I wanted
him? “You’re very silent,” He was trying to provoke me, but I
didn’t trust myself to speak. My fists tightened on his shirt,
making it rise up on his stomach. A glimpse of his skin was
shown but if I let my eyes linger there more than necessary, I’d
succumb.

With his carefree tone, he said, “I’ll take it off if that’s what
you want. I mean, you did find me cute since the day we met,
you’re probably curious of what-“ Maybe I was more
frustrated than I thought I was. Hearing his cockiness made me
snap. Leaning over, I shut him up by pressing my lips against
his quickly, followed by, “You keep talking and talking, it
turns me on-“ His eyes widened, I was confused for a second
and quickly corrected myself, “Ticks me off, it ticks me off,
you’re annoying-“ “So that’s what ticks you off? Heard ya
loud and clear,” He said enthusiastically.

Before I could say anything, he had taken his shirt off and was
about to help me take mine off before I stopped him and gave
him a warning look. When he was about to ask what was
wrong, I held the hem of my shirt and threw him a side glance,
“I’ll do it myself, I don’t trust your skills at anything,” I
scoffed, throwing my shirt on the back of the couch and
unzipping my pants. I stopped dead in my tracks when
Atsumu’s eyes widened and felt like digging a hole to never
come out of.

Getting off of him, I rushed my words, “Fuck, I read into this-

forget whatever happened these past, whatever how long
we’ve been at it, let’s just-“ “Oh we’re doing this, I was going
for a heavy make-out but you clearly have something great in
mind,” He chuckled, standing to take his shorts off. I couldn’t
look him in the eyes, even though he said it was great idea. I
felt like an idiot, “Flustered is a great look on you, but I think
you’d look hotter without those pants,” I heard him say, very
close to me.

Looking up to meet his gaze, I couldn’t help the smile that

accompanied my scoff, the softness was quickly replaced by
more ‘flattering’ words, “I mean, it does make your ass look
good, but…” His hands trailed down to my zipper, tentatively
pulling my pants down to grab my ass and bring me closer. I
said his name in a warning tone, not stopping him, but holding
his forearm to slow his adventurous hands from going further.
“If you really wanna cover your ass, use my hands is what I’m
saying,”

I snorted and pushed him down on the couch, still chuckling,

falling down with him as he did not let go of my ass once.
“Fuck you, that’s the worst dirty talking I’ve ever heard,” I
told him playfully, letting my hands rest on his stomach as I
set myself on his thighs at first. Atsumu was quick to pull me
closer, right onto his growing bulge, “I’d say fuck me like you
hate me, but I’m too sensitive for that,” He whispered half-
jokingly, “And we’ve agreed there was no hate, so…” He
brought my lips into a kiss that I returned with as much
enthusiasm, this time letting him deepen it until we had to pull
away to breathe.

“Right now, I want to make you lose your composure as you

moan my name desperately,” He did not stutter, he did not play
it off as a joke, no. He was assured, determined, and did not
waste time. After letting those words hit me like a brick, he
started attacking my neck, hands threading through my hair
and pulling me to the side to get a better access. I held onto his
shoulders at first but decided to no let him get anything out of
me just yet.
“I think I can do that first,” I breathed as I pushed his mouth
away from my neck and graze mine against it, my hands
sliding lower on his body.

With the same cockiness he adorned daily, he brought me into

a quick kiss and said with too much confidence, “All bark, no
bite, let me do what I do best and get you riled up, while you
enjoy it,” I laughed at that and pushed his head back, my hand
under his chin as I kissed him down from his chin to his throat,
to his chest to finally stop at his happy trail where I looked up
at him with a smirk. “Careful what you wish for, and I hope
for your sake that I don’t bite,” I threatened as I pulled down
his boxers and grabbed his cock, giving it a few strokes.

I was surprised by how good Atsumu sounded with his throat

tight, holding back his moans from the sudden touches I was
giving him. His mouth was open, but he wasn’t letting
everything out just yet. “Damn, don’t shut the fuck up, you’re
so sexy…” I said mockingly, making him cover his mouth as I
took his cock in my mouth and started sucking him off. Each
time my tongue would brush his sensitive tip, a higher moan
would escape his lips. His back was arched as he tried to meet
my mouth to go deeper, but I held him down, my nails digging
in his hips.

“Just like that baby- fuck fuck fuck,” He whined, a higher

pitch in his tone. His hand threaded in my hair once more, I
felt him push my head more on his cock and didn’t like his
rapid take of control, I pulled his hand off my head and grazed
my teeth on his length as I slid his cock out of my mouth and
stopped everything. Saliva was dripping down my mouth and
onto his tip as I looked at his frustrated frown, “Why did you
stop?”

Brushing my thumb lazily on the base of his cock, I smirked,

“Mmh? I thought you’d like teasing? I’m guessing it’s a lot
less fun when you’re on the receiving end, but I’m enjoying
this a lot-“ “Oh, oh, that’s- you…” His look darkened as a
toothy grin made its way on his lips. He sat up and pulled me
over his hips once again, I instinctively started grinding
against his dick to get some friction, holding back noises of
pleasure from the little I could get from it.

Atsumu’s fingers trailed to my chin, his thumb brushing over

my lips, “Open your mouth,” He breathed softly. It caught me
off guard, the tenderness in his voice, I did as he asked with a
bit of hesitancy. “Good girl,” He tucked a strand of hair behind
my ear before shoving some fabric in my mouth, from the
colour I guessed it was his shirt. When I tried to take it out to
complain, he pushed me down, pinning my hands over my
head, his hips straddling me, “If you can’t even put your
mouth to good use, you lose the privilege of using it entirely,
simple right?”

“It’s my turn then,” He smiled as he removed my remaining

clothes and left me bare under his form. He started by playing
with my nipples, his mouth on one, while his hand took care of
the other. When I tried to push him away to take back the
control, he placed both my hands on his back and said, “Since
you bite like a bitch, use your claws like one too, don’t feel
shy-“ I did exactly that, elating a deep groan from the man
who smiled giddily at my action. I tried to match it with a
smirk but couldn’t do much with the item of clothing in my
mouth.

He started kissing down my chest, my stomach, to finally let

his tongue trail down between my legs. Once he was there, he
paused and licked my clit then blew on it, then did it again.
Licking, blowing, making me feel the cold sensation and along
too little friction. He would sometimes get me going longer by
sucking it, elating deep groans from me, I could feel my body
heat up more and more, getting higher and higher on the
feeling of pleasure he gave me. He kept my legs spread,
stopping me from closing them on his head, his nails digging
inside my skin. I kicked my heel in his back, getting his
attention. “What, you don’t like my teasing?” I shook my
head. “That’s not what those moans are saying baby, I’ll keep
it up some more-“

We were both startled when we heard Atsumu’s phone ring, he

told me to stay there and picked up the phone. When he put it
on speaker, I understood it was also my business. “Tsum-
Tsum? Your place ‘t’s the number… sixteen right? I- the key
it’s not working Tsum-Tsum, can you let me in…” My heart
jumped in my chest when I heard it was Bokuto and he was
alive and well, there seemed to be some groaning in the back.
Kuroo then took the phone, “They’re this close to passing out,
your place was the closest, so we walked- didn’t sober them
much, just open the door Miya,” He explained. On the phone
we heard some knocking but not on Atsumu’s door.

“It’s not number 16 though, it’s 36, it’s two floors up dude,” I
was surprised by how composed he was on the phone when
only seconds ago he had his face between my legs- Fuck, they
shouldn’t see what was about to happen. “For fuck’s sake,
you’re making me carry them two more floors? At least come
and help out,” Kuroo said over the phone, Shoyou’s voice in
the background was weaker than Bokuto’s but just as sluggish.
“You put yourself in this situation, I’m being nice enough to
let you stay at my place. So, take your time but I’m not
coming to help,” Atsumu said before hanging up.

When I was sure he had hung up, I gathered all my clothes and
rushed to put them on. “Don’t tell them anything, if they ask
why-“ “I’ll simply skip over the part where we gave head to
one another, don’t worry,” He finished my sentence. I paused
in my dressing and threw him a glare, “Don’t say it so
casually-“ when I was about to put on my shirt, it was damp
under my fingers. Taking a good look, I noticed there was a
spilled bottle of beer on the ground. “Shit, shit, why did you
throw it there, I had put it on the couch!” I exclaimed.

“I considered using your shirt as a gag, be grateful I used

mine, look,” He pointed at his shirt. There were darker spots
on the black shirt, but he still wore it. “Then get changed, and
give me a shirt too,” He quirked a brow as if something was
missing from my request.

Rolling my eyes, I softened my tone, “Please,”

Standing up, he finally finished dressing up and asked me to

clean the beer from the ground. I hurried to the kitchen to get
everything and wiped the puddle just in time for Atsumu to get
back in the living room and hand it to me. I put it on in a
hurry, struggling to find the hole for my head only to have him
help me off-handedly. “How about you calm down? They’re
our friends, I don’t think they’d say anything. Weren’t they the
one asking us to get along? I think we got along just fine,” He
said smugly, his hand tugging at his shirt on my form.

“Also, it was entertaining to see you trying to take the reins,”

He whispered right next to my ear before nipping it, then
pecking my lips. I didn’t let him go so soon and pulled him
back for a deeper kiss, earning a surprised grunt from him
before his hands found my ass once again. “I think we should
let them in the corridor and finish what we started,” He said
against my lips. And while the idea was tempting, I couldn’t
do that.

I pulled away from him at the same time the jingle of keys was
heard outside, followed by the unlocking of the door. “Alright,
now you can come help me Miya?” I heard Kuroo. Atsumu
scurried off, I made sure to free the space on the couch for the
two drunk he was bringing in. I was surprised to see Bokuto
walking on his own. Maybe walking was a strong word,
swaying was more adequate.

His face lit up when he saw me and pulled me into a hug while
Kuroo and Atsumu carried Hinata to the couch. “You’re here
too!! I missed you, did you have fun tonight? Are you hungry?
I’m hungry, we should eat, I’m so thirsty too-“ With his arm
around my shoulders, he led me to the kitchen and started
rummaging around. I sat at the table, chuckling at his drunken
yet pretty woke state until he turned around slowly and
pointed at me, half crouching as he walked towards me.

“You… here? Why’re you here?” Just when he asked that,

Kuroo and Atsumu joined us. Unfortunately, Atsumu spoke
faster than I did. “You made the girl worried Bok, we were
going to pull an all-nighter waiting for you,” He explained,
standing behind me, his hands on my shoulders. I pushed them
off, telling him to get away from me.

“Aww, I thought you were finally going to stop hating each

other,” Bokuto whined, pulling Kuroo closer to him as he
leaned his head against his shoulder. I laughed at his reaction,
“I don’t hate him,” I kind of like him, was my second thought
but I kept it for myself. Bokuto mumbled some more, I
couldn’t quite comprehend what was being said but what I did
know was that Kuroo’s eyes weren’t leaving me. He was
observing.

Calling my name in a questioning manner, the black-haired

man asked, “What’s that on your neck?” I placed my hands on
my neck to cover whatever it was, pulling my phone to use the
camera as mirror, I felt my cheeks heat up when I noticed the
hickeys left by Atsumu. I started stuttering, trying to find an
excuse, which was all in vain when Atsumu all but spawned
behind me once more, his hands on my shoulders. He let them
fall to my front, slumping over me lazily as he sighed
dramatically.

“Ah, guess the cat’s out of the bag,” He shrugged, looking at

the two men in front of us. That’s all I could say from the little
I could see, I think he may have mouthed something but
wasn’t sure, then he pressed a kiss on one of the hickeys. This
part was unnecessary, so I pushed his face away in panic.
“Hey, hey! there was no hiding it, they were suspicious,” He
told me apologetically. That tone quickly disappeared when he
faced the two men once more, “We were having fun before
you called, but there isn’t any hate here. Just some feistiness,
but it’s all in good fun, right? We ain’t gonna fight like
animals or anything,”

The two men nodded, a confused expression still on their face.

Bokuto was falling asleep standing up, but Kuroo was still
fully awake. “So, it’s like, all bark, no bite?” I nodded, at the
same time Atsumu laughed as he grazed his lips to the shell of
my ear, whispering without moving his lips much, “A bit of
bite doesn’t hurt though,” I quickly stood up after that. No
wanting to listen to any more of his teasing or innuendos.
Pointing at Atsumu, I said, “I can’t deal with any more of this
guy, I’ll go to sleep,”

The blond called out my name, “Come on it was good, don’t

rush off like that,”

“I think you could use a muzzle, Atsumu Miya, that’ll keep

your mouth shut,” I rolled my eyes, but it felt like a déjà vu. I
had told him to shut his mouth way too many times already
and had set myself up for what came next.

When I entered his bedroom, he closed the door behind us,

“Then do something about it, kiss me, do it,”
And I did, if it brought me the quiet, I desperately needed and
the warmth of his hands on my hips, then I’d do it over and
over again. Now bathing in the darkness of the room, I felt
safe telling him, “I don’t really want you to shut up, I like it
when you talk, even if you talk a lot… But I still think your
mouth could be put to better use…” Lifting me off the ground,
the blond grunted, “You’ve read my mind,”

That led to a continuation of what we had earlier started.

I don’t believe our friends would remember much of what

happened tonight, but I sure would. I never thought I would
want a cocky, arrogant, impudent, little shit, to fuck me and
yet, here I was.

My mind desired something that I’d been a fool to refuse, so I

let myself succumb.
End Notes

I hate to love him. Feel like I’ve said it already but yeah.
Next fic will be a Gojo cucking fic, because I hate him
and he doesn’t deserve to get fucked.

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