#bokuatsu FWB/NSFW
It starts one evening after practice. Atsumu should be exhausted, but instead he’s keyed up, an itch under his skin that burns and there’s only one way to extinguish it.
It starts one evening after practice. Atsumu should be exhausted, but instead he’s keyed up, an itch under his skin that burns and there’s only one way to extinguish it.
He sighs, thumping his head against his locker door. He’s horny, but he doesn’t feel like putting in the effort needed even for a random hookup. Apps just don’t work for him but it’s tempting just for tonight.
And then his eyes slide to Bokuto as he steps into the room, freshly showered, bare-chested with a towel slung low on his hips.
He’s dorito-body to the max and Atsumu is definitely hungry for a snacc.
He’s dorito-body to the max and Atsumu is definitely hungry for a snacc.
It’s crossed his mind before this, he’s not blind after all. Bokuto is /hot/ and, Atsumu is fairly sure, open to quite a lot.
He wonders more seriously now if one of those things is no strings attached sex with a team mate.
A blonde one, specifically.
He wonders more seriously now if one of those things is no strings attached sex with a team mate.
A blonde one, specifically.
They’re the last two around, typical for them these days especially since Meian gave into Kuroo’s abysmal attempts at flirting.
So Atsumu decides to test the waters.
“Hey Bo, ya ever get just... really horny after a good practice or game?”
So Atsumu decides to test the waters.
“Hey Bo, ya ever get just... really horny after a good practice or game?”
Thankfully, Bokuto isn’t the type to answer a question with a question—in this case ‘wtf Tsum tsum.
He just looks up with a grin and nods. “Hell yeah! Sometimes when your motor gets running there’s no stoppin’ it!”
He just looks up with a grin and nods. “Hell yeah! Sometimes when your motor gets running there’s no stoppin’ it!”
Atsumu grins. “So what do ya do about it?”
Bokuto opens his locker with a shrug. “Usually jerk off.”
“Ya don’t look for someone to help take the edge off?”
Bokuto looks at him then, as if the conversation topic has caught up to him. “Why’re you askin’?”
Bokuto opens his locker with a shrug. “Usually jerk off.”
“Ya don’t look for someone to help take the edge off?”
Bokuto looks at him then, as if the conversation topic has caught up to him. “Why’re you askin’?”
Atsumu steps closer, leaning against the locker right in front of Bokuto. He trails his eyes up and down Bokuto’s body with slow deliberation, licking his lips for good measure when their eyes meet again.
“My motor’s still runnin’. Care to give me a ride?”
“My motor’s still runnin’. Care to give me a ride?”
Bokuto blinks at him, clearly surprised and for a terrible moment Atsumu regrets ever bringing this up.
But the next moment, Bokuto’s hot, firm body is pressed against Atsumu’s, large hands landing on his waist. “Fuck yeah,” he whispers hotly.
But the next moment, Bokuto’s hot, firm body is pressed against Atsumu’s, large hands landing on his waist. “Fuck yeah,” he whispers hotly.
“No. Fuck /me/ Bokkun.”
Atsumu hooks one leg around Bokuto’s waist, groaning as their lips slot together in a wet, filthy kiss.
Bokuto’s towel slips off or is ripped away, Atsumu isn’t sure. All he knows is the next moment he feels a long, thick, /hard/ cock against his leg.
Atsumu hooks one leg around Bokuto’s waist, groaning as their lips slot together in a wet, filthy kiss.
Bokuto’s towel slips off or is ripped away, Atsumu isn’t sure. All he knows is the next moment he feels a long, thick, /hard/ cock against his leg.
“Geezus I shoulda known you’d pack some heat,” Atsumu groans, hisses when Bokuto’s teeth graze his throat. He pushes on that broad chest. “Back up big boy, lemme get my shorts off.”
Bokuto does retreat but not without a protesting grunt.
Atsumu chuckles at his eagerness, patting himself on the back for a good choice made.
He shucks his shorts to the ground, not bothering to remove his shirt and grabs a bottle of lube and condom from his bag.
Atsumu chuckles at his eagerness, patting himself on the back for a good choice made.
He shucks his shorts to the ground, not bothering to remove his shirt and grabs a bottle of lube and condom from his bag.
“Here, get ready,” he says, handing both to Bokuto but not before gathering a squirt of lube for his own fingers.
He bends over, laying one hand on the bench while the other skirts around to his hole, fingering himself open.
He bends over, laying one hand on the bench while the other skirts around to his hole, fingering himself open.
“Tick tock, gimme that cock, Bokkun,” he sing songs.
Bokuto slides on the condom, slicking it up with lube as he watches Atsumu tease himself open with wide, bright eyes.
Atsumu is too impatient to do a proper job. Besides, he likes the burn.
“Ready when you are,” he says.
Bokuto slides on the condom, slicking it up with lube as he watches Atsumu tease himself open with wide, bright eyes.
Atsumu is too impatient to do a proper job. Besides, he likes the burn.
“Ready when you are,” he says.
Bokuto, surprisingly, doesn’t say much, doesn’t say anything in fact. He just steps up behind Atsumu and lined his tip to his hole. Then he moves forward, pushing slowly past the rim making Atsumu hiss.
His large palm caresses Atsumu’s ass cheek. “Breathe, Tsumu.”
His large palm caresses Atsumu’s ass cheek. “Breathe, Tsumu.”
Atsumu does, taking in slow breaths as he takes in Bokuto’s ridiculously large cock.
When he bottoms out, they both sigh.
A press of lips to his shoulder makes Atsumu list his head to the side before he remembers they don’t have time for sentimental actions.
When he bottoms out, they both sigh.
A press of lips to his shoulder makes Atsumu list his head to the side before he remembers they don’t have time for sentimental actions.
Looking over his shoulder he says, “Give it to me good, ace.”
The praise does the trick. Bokuto pulls back only to slam back in with force that punches a cry and Atsumu’s breath out all at once.
They descend from there to grunts and curses as the slap of skin fills the air.
The praise does the trick. Bokuto pulls back only to slam back in with force that punches a cry and Atsumu’s breath out all at once.
They descend from there to grunts and curses as the slap of skin fills the air.
Atsumu’s ass /burns/ and sweat rolls down his temples but it’s /so good/. Bokuto’s grip is bruising on his hips as he pistons and soon Atsumu can’t keep his voice back.
“Fuck! So good, Bo! That’s it! Harder! /Harder/!”
And Bokuto goes harder, wraps an arm around Atsumu to haul him against his chest and fucks up deep into his body.
Atsumu’s tongue hangs out, breath hard to catch as his pummeling continues.
And Bokuto goes harder, wraps an arm around Atsumu to haul him against his chest and fucks up deep into his body.
Atsumu’s tongue hangs out, breath hard to catch as his pummeling continues.
And then Bokuto’s hand is fisting his cock and Atsumu is screaming his release, cum splashing onto the bench.
He sags against Bokuto, unable to stand but he’s still going, seeking his own release. It’s almost too much but he finally comes, pushing and pulsing deep in Atsumu.
He sags against Bokuto, unable to stand but he’s still going, seeking his own release. It’s almost too much but he finally comes, pushing and pulsing deep in Atsumu.
Bokuto rotates them to land on the bench in a crumbled heap of limbs. They’re a mess and will need another shower but Atsumu hums happily, feeling the familiar euphoria of a good orgasm.
He smacks Bokuto’s thigh with a laugh. “That was great Bokkun. Thanks for the drive.” He stands on wobbly legs, moving towards the shower without looking back.
If he did, he’s see Bokuto watching him the whole way.
If he did, he’s see Bokuto watching him the whole way.
TBC—
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