Thread by @squidlywhiplash

#atsumuharemseries 13
#atsuoi 69-ing, nsfw

Miya Atsumu was quite possibly Oikawa’s favorite person on the planet. He was snarky, sexy, and he knew how to have a good time.

So many people were serious about pointless things like

Relationships

Love

Infatuation

No thanks. Oikawa would prefer to get his rocks off and move on, thank you very much. He had his career to focus on. Volleyball was his passion, and it was plenty fulfilling.

When the one night stands grew drab and boring, Oikawa liked to book a trip back to Japan.

He’d swing by and say hello to is family of course, he wasn’t so ungrateful that he’d skip them, but Atsumu was his true purpose.

A couple nights rolling around in the sheets, gossiping about all the stupid shit people got up to, and enjoying the brief warmth of another body?

Yes please.

It took awhile to hunt him down, the damn setter was always so popular, never one to actually stay put in the same place.

Oikawa had to drag him from Hinata Shoyo’s bed, mid coitus, but Oikawa knew what kind of monster he was, probably on round six, he’d survive.

“He’s already fucked me like four times,” Atsumu said, by way of greeting.

And it probably hadn’t been four /short/ times either. They were both animals, considering Atsumu was still walking.

Okay, I won't fuck you then,"

Oikawa said, dragging him down the hall until they reached Atsumu’s empty bedroom.

Oikawa shoved him towards the bed, pulling off his shirt had he trailed the blond setter.

“Ya want me ta suck ya off?” Atsumu asked, already starting to lower himself to the ground.

Oikawa hooked a hand under his armpit and hauled him back up, shoving again until Atsumu dropped back onto the bed.

Oikawa eyed Atsumu still hard erection, the slick skin and red hue, “I want to taste you too. It’s been a long time,”

“Fair enough,” Atsumu agreed,

allowing himself to be pushed flat onto his back before Oikawa swung a leg over his head, coming face first with Atsumu’s beautiful cock.

69-ing, one of the most underrated but effective sex positions on the market.

There was no need for ‘hey, nice to see you’s’ or ‘how long will you be staying this time?’ that could come after. Oikawa had waited long enough.

Atsumu understood, he always did, suckling at the tip of Oikawa’s cock with a pleased moan.

Not to be outdone, Oikawa let drool slide from his lips, dripping onto Atsumu’s cock in little streams until he was wet and ready.

When Oikawa sank down, so did his lower half, feeding his cock into Atsumu’s easy mouth.

He tasted just the way Oikawa remembered, less bitter and more salt. If he had to guess? The lack of bitter kick came from the sheer amount of times he came on a daily basis. It kept things nice and thin, so that the primary taste came from his skin.

It was addictive.

Oikawa spiraled much faster than he did, pleasure coiling up his spine in hot waves. He hadn’t touched himself since he’d made the decision to come here. No way his hand, or any toy could compare to this.

He’d thought about nothing but Atsumu’s mouth, hands, body, and hole on the plane and taxi ride over.

Rolling with a semi-permanent hard on for days made him desperate and quick to reach the finish line.

Atsumu didn’t mind. Maybe he’d get a little smug about it,

but Oikawa would fuck all that bravado out of him by the time he needed to leave.

Oikawa pulled back, kitten licking at Atsumu’s cock head as he groaned, “Atsu-chan, I’m gonna–”

and he didn’t even have time to get the full warning out, Atsumu's answering hum, being enough to send him over the edge.

For a few moments after, Oikawa had to still his hand, let his mouth fall open in a gasp as he rode aftershock, after aftershock of mind bending pleasure.

Fuck, there really was nothing like Miya Atsumu.

The tease continued to toy with his softening cock, that oral fixation torturing Oikawa’s sensitive skin as he wrestled with his own boiling arousal.

Oikawa gathered spit into his mouth and spat onto Atsumu’s cock, gathering the hot flesh in his fist and jerking him off fast and hard.

Atsumu loved a hot mouth, but he loved words so much more.

Oikawa was ready to talk.

“Atsu-chan, you’ve been such a naughty boy while I’ve been away haven’t you? Such a perfect fucking mouth I swear to god. And your cock? Fuck baby I could suck it all day if you let me. Would you let me Atsu-chan? Tell me you would.”

The words slipping from his brain were more ramble, less targeted verbal attacks, but it was getting the job done.

Atsumu whimpered, “Kawa, Tooru, please, fuck,” he was probably so sensitive. First Hinata, now Oikawa?

“One more time,” Oikawa encouraged,

“just cum one more time for me, kay?”

Atsumu’s answering shout was strangled, but he did as Oiakwa asked, a pathetic amount of cum wetting Oikawa’s fingers.

Unsurprisingly, Atsumu was done with the teasing, bucking his hips to get Oikawa to let him go, and he did,

there would be more time for touching later.

Atsumu pinched the back of Oikawa’s thigh, and the other setter squealed as he rolled off of Atsumu,“Atsu-chan! So mean to me!"

“I wish you’d warn me before ya decide ta come all the way out here,”Atsumu groaned, (not in a sexy way)

and rubbed at his mouth.

Oikawa rolled onto his stomach, cupping his chin in one hand as he stared at his friend, “where’s the fun in that, hm?”

Atsumu rolled his eyes with a small laugh, “I’d at least make some time fer ya and all. S’not like I get ta see ya all that often,”

Oikawa used his free hand to poke at Atsumu’s side, “aww, is Atsu-chan calling me special?"

The look he got seemed to say, ‘as if’, yeah yeah, Atsumu didn’t do favorites, good for him.

“Are you seriously suggesting I take you away from your little entourage? I think they’d bury me before I ever reached you,” Oikawa said, laughing at the truth of it.

He could picture it,

Atsumu: sorry guy, Tooru’s comin’ into town so I’m not fuckin’ any of ya until he leaves.

Everyone: plots murder.

Or something like that.

“Think of poor Hinata, he would’ve had to fuck his fist all day if I’d told you I was coming.”

Atsumu raised a brow, “since when do you care about someone else's needs before yer own?”

Again, touche.

Atsumu scowled as he noticed the cum drying on his stomach, probably Hinata’s.

“If ya get me a wet wash cloth, I’ll tell ya about how Bokuto accidently went streaking through a family barbeque.”

“Deal!,” Oikawa exclaimed, hopping out of bed with renewed energy. He loved stupid volleyball player stories.

As he ran a wash cloth under warm water he thought, ‘I may not be interested in love, but if I was, he’d be the one,”

Good thing he wasn’t.