𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆-𝘀𝗶𝘅.

                                    

                                          
TWO MONTHS LATER
                          
Atsumu towered over you after sucking on his fingers, his tongue slipping into your mouth. Your hand rested onto the nape of his neck, your other cupping his cheek. Today marked your two month anniversary of dating and Atsumu appeared to want to have sex. 
                          
He's been hinting at it recently and you were okay with it, having let go of Suna. The two of you rarely spoke, unless you needed more weed, which was needed a lot more than usual since Suna made you and your dad's relationship worse. 
                          
You still thought about him, though. There wasn't a day that went by and you didn't think of him. Rent-free. "Do you have a condom?" you remembered your times with Suna, you never used a condom. "I do," he pulled away for a brief second to reply before reattaching his lips to yours. 
                          
His hand gripped your thigh before his lips left yours, attaching to your neck this time. You tilted it slightly, giving him better access. Atsumu began to suck lightly, carefully pressing his tip to your entrance, teasing you. "'Tsumu," you softly moaned, your hand dragging to his shoulder, trying to push him slightly. 
                          
He didn't budge, continuing to suck on your neck and your eyes opened. "Atsumu," you say. "stop, that's going to leave a mark." whenever he pulled away, he stared down at you. "I'm sorry, got carried away," Atsumu lied, brushing it off and ripping the condom wrapper open, sliding it over his cock. His lips met yours again.  
                          
Ignoring it, your eyes closed again. You let out a breath when he belatedly pushed into you. "You okay?" he asked, gaping down at you. Nodding your head, your hand wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer to you. It was weird, really. Suna was the only person you ever truly saw yourself having sex with it. 
                          
But now, here you were, having sex with your boyfriend. "I love you," he grunted out as he moved unwaveringly. Your eyes opened instantly, and he began to move faster. Did he expect you to say it back? Cause you didn't want to lie to him. 
                          
Atsumu was a good boyfriend, and you liked him. But loved? No. Not yet, anyway. It's only been two months. "Atsumu, fuck," your eyes soon closed once more, the pleasure consuming you.
                          
"You're so tight," he groaned.
                          
It felt good, but obviously, he was no Suna. You didn't mean to compare him to Suna, but he didn't feel nearly as good as Suna did. Atsumu was more passionate. You liked it and it didn't bother you, but you just missed the way Suna handled you. 
                          
"Is this your first time?" Atsumu asked, staring down at you as he waited for an answer. Oh god. "N-no," you breathe out and he kissed the corner of your mouth. "faster." 
                          
He obeyed and quickened his slow pace. "Oh fuck, 'Tsumu," your hand found it's way into his hair, pulling at it lightly. You were supposed to rebleach it but instead, you were having sex. "harder, please."
                          
Raising slightly, his hand grabbed his headboard while he thrust into you with more force. "You like that?" Atsumu was panting heavily, his thumb rolling around your nipple. "I'm gonna cum, Y/n."
                          
You nodded feeling as you got close as well. "Look at me," he demanded, going faster. Your eyes opened slightly, looking at him the best you could. "cum for me." 
                          
As if on command, you reached your climax, letting out a relaxed moan. Atsumu then met his, thrusting into you a few more times before rolling over and sliding the condom off, throwing it in the bin next to his bed. "That was fucking great," he sighed, rolling over to look at you. 
                          
Before anything else could be said, a moan came from the room next to Atsumu's and you groaned, rolling off the bed. Atsumu leaned over, looking down at you. "Still not talking?" 
                          
"I don't know, 'Tsumu, what do you think?" you jump up and hurry to put your clothes on. Atsumu put his hands up in defense, getting off the bed and coming up from behind you, wrapping his arms around you, his hands cupping your breasts playfully. "You should get nipple piercings," he grinned at himself in the mirror, giving them a few squeezes. 
                          
"Quit playing with my tits and let me get dressed," you deadpanned and he backed away, but not before pecking your cheek. "and no, I'm not getting nipple piercings."
                          
Atsumu smiled, walking over and grabbing his boxers, sliding them up his legs and putting a hand on his hip, watching you. The moans got louder, irritating you. 
                          
Niko and Osamu had started dating less than a month ago, but she still refused to talk to you. You two would sometimes show up here at the same time, ignoring each other and walking in, going your separate ways. 
                          
Nothing still made sense, and you missed her, despite her becoming a bitch. At least fucking receive an explanation for everything. "There's a party next weekend, you gonna come?"
                          
"What day? I'm supposed to go out of town with my dad," you ask, pulling your sweater over your head, not bothering to put a bra on. "Uhh, Saturday? I'll have to double-check," you shook your head, turning to him. "Can't. That's when we leave," you say to him.
                          
"Whatcha leaving for?" Atsumu laid on the bed, gesturing for you to go over to him. You didn't. "I just...my dad just wants to. I don't know," if you told him what you were really doing, it'd just kill the mood. And you weren't ready for him to feel sorry for you.
                          
He nodded, letting out a groan. "Looks like I'll have to go alone," 
                          
Turning back around, you bent over and picked up your remaining clothing from the last couple of days. "I should go home. My dad's girlfriend wants to spend the day with me today, though I don't want to," you almost laughed, thinking about the dinner with Suna.
                          
You shook the thought away. "Bye, 'Tsumu," walking over, you pecked his lips and he watched as you left, his mind lingering on the fact that he said I love you, and you didn't say it back. 

                          
-
                          
FOR THE VOTE THING, I ADDED SHINICHIRO. GO VOTE FOR HIM IF YOU WANT ME TO WRITE A FANFIC FOR HIM. (you can change your vote)