𝖱σσɱɱαƚǝ Sιƚυαƚισɳ ➹ нαιкυуу ff

➷Three➹

↜︎Atsumu↝

"Sorry guys, I've got to go but order whatever, on me."

Atsumu's call with Akaashi piqued his curiosity, out of all of them Akaashi was the most civilized, he didn't even do kisses on the first date but jerking off was on a whole new level of freaky and he needed to check it out. Is she really that hot?

Atsumu's curiosity to see you won out, and he got into his car, heading home sooner than he'd planned.

One thing was for sure, he hadn't prepared himself for the sight of you as you were returning to your room, his muscles tensed keeping him frozen and his brain blank. “Fuck..." he breathed out, his gaze trained on you.

As if you could feel his attention on you, you paused right at your door. Your soft innocent face swindled his breath and left his lungs when you faced him, your eyes connected with his.

Flawless...

Your hair glowed, lovely cheekbones. Proud, cute nose and pink kissable lips. His eyes were blazing with the feelings he couldn't begin to explain, still staring and not caring.

Beautiful, beautiful angel. He nearly reeled on his feet. He never did that, never for a girl especially not after... The last time.

Once he was able to ease his amazement or was it infatuation? his lips went from thin to a sweet smile. That vivid gaze of his roamed over your body from your heels to the top of your head. “Hello.” he managed a word.

Your voice even sweeter hit him. “Hi?”

“. . . you are the new roommate?.”

Huh? That is this? He had easily gotten girls falling over him with a single glance and voicing his feeling was never a problem, always being blunt but now he found himself being careful and threading his words with you.

What is it about her?

He reminded himself of the last time he showed real interest in another, just like now but even that didn't dent his raging emotions. His old trick didn't work now, it was easy to learn from past mistakes especially if it hurt bad enough it left a stinging scar. Rubbing on his past hurt always railed him back from doing stupid things like wanting someone, turning his heart stone cold enough to back out but not now, not under your gaze, not even that meant a thing.

We may be fucked.

Instead of chasing you away, he strode up the stairs, he needed a closer look, wanted to breathe you in, and maybe up close you weren't much.

He was dimly aware of Akaashi watching, not half surprised at his friend's reaction like he knew what was running through his mind.

He was dead wrong, you crushed his expectations, having your own exceptional beauty. He noticed and your scent. . . He could go on his knees.

Atsumu had to look down to meet your gaze. Well, hello little one.

Small and perfect for us. . . No! There is no us. He was sure Akaashi would give him a disapproving gaze right about now but now he would allow himself a little treat, just a little.

Maybe it was a bad idea to come closer, he could smell you with every breath, Your scent like a drug spiking the air and making him crazed, his eyes fluttered as he savored it.  Strawberries and something even sweeter_he wanted to bury his head in your neck and forget himself.

“I'm Atsumu Miya,” he introduced, his voice hoarse. “Would you allow me the pleasure of knowing yours?” he lifted your hand to his lips, your pretty skin as soft as it looked and small in his, a perfect fit.

What if you were the one? Not just a mistake but the one for them.

“Y/n.” your say, almost whispering out.

“Y/n.” He repeated, testing it out and loving it,  and the way your cheeks burned.

He had never been this in control and yet out of control of his own actions, would it be so bad to have her? fuck he understood how Akaashi felt, at this point, he would be more surprised if Akaashi had resisted.

“Can you let go?” You asked and he realized he hadn't let go of your hand and he really wasn't ready to.

Color tinted his own cheek, and he dropped your hand. “It's nice to have a girl here amongst us.”

“Really? I am not a big deal, I won't be of much help around here.”

“Just waking up to see your pretty face is enough,” he flirted. “Boys are not my preferred first-morning sight.”

“I figured.”

“Really?” His gaze skimmed your face, lingering on each of your features as if committing them to memory.

“Well you are not gay or you would have kissed Akaashi's hand instead of mine.” Now that had snagged his attention, you looked shy with your blushing skin but can hold an actual conversation. She feels comfortable enough to come out of her shell

“It is nice to meet you." You dazzle him with your smile without even knowing it then turn to enter your room.

Don't go . . . he almost voiced but stopped himself. “Ever need company, I am here and I am a lot of fun okay flower.” he hadn't even realized he called you that until your skin flushed.

The temptation to touch you hit him hard. Seeing you had already aroused him and his dirty mind thinking of you as you flush so beautifully when he brings you pleasure.

You nodded and went away from his sight into your room.

Your scent lingered and he let out a sigh before turning to face Akaash who was as expected glaring hard at Atsumu, but not even that could dampen his aroused state as he was fighting a grin. “You can't judge, you were all alone with her and even jerked off to thoughts of her.”

One corner of his lips quirked when Akaashi said nothing and moved to the kitchen.

“Fuck we are in trouble, I couldn't stop... Who the hell is she?” Atsumu asked.

“Our downfall, we can't do anything with her,” Akaashi concluded but sounding unconvinced by his own words

“Yeah tell me something I don't know.”

Holding his gaze, Atsumu said, “Kenma? Has he seen her?”

That would be a problem. "No, I warned him."

Atsumu snorted as he plopped down on a kitchen stool. "Yeah like that would do any good."

“I will prevent anything from happening but she remains off limits,” Akaashi said, “we can't even think about it.”

"Yeah? Like you are not doing." Atsumu taunted.

They already knew their mission meant nothing, one look and he lost his mind. What if... You wanted them? Begged for them. A groan escaped him, his cock pulsing at the thought. He rubbed over his shorts to ease the pain but that just made it worse.

"You are not even trying," Akaashi moved to the fridge.

"Not even a little." He admitted.

“Then we are fucked.”

"Pretty much."