when the match's over | bokuatsuhina

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location :: MSBY locker room

time :: july 20, 8:03 p.m

Atsumu's POV

Shouyou had cum already, but I just wasn't satisfied with one time. What would he look like if he reached his limit?

That thought plagued my mind. I want to see it. I want to see him melting, screaming out my name, I want him to cry, on the verge of passing out, even. 

He tried to catch his breath, but I could see the anger steadily creeping onto his face, and quickly slipped his pants off all the way before he could refute.

Shock replaced the anger, and I couldn't help but smirk at the thought of him thinking I was done.

"Ts-Tsumu..." He whimpered, shaking his head as he weakly tried to push me away. I took his hands in mine and smirked before pressing my lips against his again.

The moment our tongues brushed together, I could feel a quiet moan vibrate my mouth. I loved how it felt, I wanted it again, but a sharp pain made me pull away.

Shouyou bit me.

His brows were furrowed, and a bit of my blood dripped onto his plump lips and into his mouth. You may have expected me to be angry, I was, it's just...

My blood's in his mouth. If I feed him more of my blood, I wonder if we could become one? If he'd have a little part of me inside of him?

I gripped his face and forcefully pried his mouth open with my thumb. His canines dug into my thumb, only producing more blood to drip into his mouth. He finally pulled them off, leaving a stinging indention in my finger, and opened his mouth wider in refute.

My bloodied tongue made sure to wrap around his, assuring he could taste me. The sounds, the pleasure- All of it was so incredibly overwhelming.

I used my wet hand to massage his inner thighs, steadily working my way up to that alluring little hole of his.

The first poke of my finger had him whimpering into my mouth. He struggled to pull away. I wouldn't let him, he probably just wants to try and get me to stop again.

"Uhn... Mmn..."

He lost hope because he knows there was no overpowering me. I'm ten times his strength, after all.

But when the door clicked open, I could practically see that hope return tenfold. I didn't have to turn around to see who it was, either, judging by the fact they haven't done anything yet.

"K-Kou... San~!" Shouyou sobbed. "G-Get him, ngh, o-off! P-Please..!"

I spared him a glance and a brow raise. Bokuto was frozen in place, his eyes were wide and calculating as he admired the mess I was making of Shouyou.

"Don't go actin' better than me, Bokuto." Shouyou's eyes widened, I could see his mind pleading for the information to be untrue.

Bokuto walked over and squatted down next to Shouyou to gently move the hair from his sweaty forehead. Shouyou shut his eyes and turned away, too devasted to even look at him.

Bokuto and I are accomplices.

He spread his legs on either side of Shouyou's body and pulled him onto his lap. I growled in dismay.

"You've had your turn with him, already, 'Tsumu. It's my turn now~"

He traced his fingers over the liquids dripping from Shouyou's ass. Shouyou himself tensed up at the act and tried to get away.

Trust me, Shouyou, if ya can't overpower me, ya definitely can't get away from this meathead.

Bokuto's grin was creepy, even to me as I sat between their legs and began kissing Shouyou's blood-stained lips.

He was sobbing. The hope was lost in his eyes, and it was such a lovely sight to see. I've never seen Shouyou look so devasted before.

It turns me on, like, a lot.

One of his small hands reached out to press weakly into my chest as the other one futilely tried to stop Bokuto's trailing hand.

"Pl-Please..." He cried softly, gripping at the front of my shirt and tearfully gazing into my eyes. Confusion, betrayal, and, so, so much helplessness shined in those caramel orbs like gold sprinkles. 

I didn't feel guilt by seeing those puppy-like eyes, I felt an immense amount of pleasure.

"Awe~" Cooed Bokuto. He slipped his finger into Shouyou's hole where mine previously was, accept he quickly added another when a quiet moan forced itself off Shouyou's tongue.

I licked at his open lips before delving back in with a smirk. All those delicious moans were swallowed up by me. It was half for my own pleasure, but I wanted to make Bokuto mad, too.

If he gets angry, he'll want to make Shouyou moan loud enough that it couldn't possibly be muffled. I want that. In this position, I can see Shouyou's messy, lewd face perfectly.

"Stop..! Uhn..! Ah!"

He was like a broken record. No, stop, quit. If he keeps that up, I'll have no choice but to suffocate his words by filling his throat up with something else.

Poor Shouyou was steadily getting more and more tired and weak as he rounded closer to his third orgasm. Bokuto had been thrusting his fingers so roughly into Shouyou's hot body that it literally shook him.

Shouyou didn't seem to know what to do with his body parts while being pleasured in both the front and the back, but he settled for gripping onto Bokuto's sweatpants on either side of his body.

His head dropped over Bokuto's shoulder the second I pulled away from our kiss. He was louder without my lips to muffle him. Bokuto's grin widened as sweat dripped down his forehead.

I've never been in a room with him where he's been this quiet. He must be really focused.

"Shouyou," He finally spoke, "Your ass jiggles every time I thrust my fingers inside of you. Makes me hungry..!"

The second he opened his mouth, I knew what he was doing, and quickly scooped up Shouyou's hand so he could grip it.

His eyes shot open to stare at the floor in shock, his body tensed, then his eyes hastily shut again the deeper and deeper Bokuto sank his teeth into his nape.

His cries and shouts of pain, the grip on my hand, none of it registered to me at all as I watched a healthy flow of blood pour from Bokuto's mouth.

When he shook his head, his teeth dug deeper and deeper into Shouyou's neck, Shouyou could only cry harder and beg for him to stop.

At first, I understood the urge Bokuto had to bite him, mark him, and whatnot, but even I thought this was too excessive.

Seeing that blood soak the collar of Shouyou's shirt triggered something strange in me, and the next thing I knew, I had punched Bokuto hard enough to knock him onto the floor.

I couldn't even see the bitemark with how much blood was pouring out. Shouyou's hand immediately slapped over it and he curled into a ball on the floor.

"What the fuck?! That was way too far, Bokuto! We're supposed to be at least a lil gentle with him! God, ya stupid prick!"

Bokuto landed a punch on me, and, soon, we found ourselves in a tussle on the floor.

Which is why I didn't see Shouyou shuffle on his pants and grab his bag and race out of there until it was too late.

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