Against All Odds| SakuAtsu

SunaAtsu Special 💕

This does not intervene with the storyline!

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His touch, usually soft and gentle, was now rough and needy. Just the way he likes it.

Waves of pleasure surged through every fiber of his being as he savored in the raw, primal side of his hot best friend.

Atsumu couldn't help but moan, a symphony of longing and surrender, as he succumbed to the electrifying sensation of Suna's hands, sloppily yet passionately exploring his waist.

Simultaneously, Atsumu's own hands found themselves stroking the back of Suna's neck, seeking comfort in what he found comfortable to hold.

Their breaths danced in a desperate, heated rhythm, harmonizing perfectly with the undeniable urgency that consumed their entangled bodies.

As Atsumu sank into the plush seat, his back arched instinctively, a primal response to the intoxicating sensation that awaited him.

Suna's lips caressed Atsumu's smooth skin, planting butterfly kisses along the path from Atsumu's chin to the delicate expanse of his neck. Each tender touch elicited a cascade of shivers, a testament to the profound effect Suna's every move had on him.

In that moment, a firm hand held Atsumu down.

It was a delicious restraint, heightening the intensity of their connection as Atsumu willingly yielded to Suna's commanding presence.

Their lips met once again in a passionate collision, their lips swollen and tinted a deliciously inviting shade of pink. Arousing a fire of desperate feelings and neediness that consumed them both.

Suna's moan, muffled by the kiss, reverberated through Atsumu's core, sending his stomach into a delightful frenzy. He quivered with delight, intoxicated by the rough treatment Suna bestowed upon him—a delicious juxtaposition of pleasure and power.

As Atsumu's hands roamed from Suna's neck, their journey continued to his hair, his every touch laden with anticipation and desire.

Suna's body responded with excitement, his stomach fluttering with an intoxicating mix of want and arousal.

Atsumu tugged on Suna's locks with an exhilarating force, intensifying the kiss and fueling a desire to utterly ravish him—a desire that Suna was more than willing to fulfill, as he reveled in the intoxicating pleasure of their connection.

Atsumu's giggles echoed through the air suddenly, catching Suna's attention.

He halted, his gaze fixated on Atsumu, a mix of interest and curiosity in his eyes. Suna found himself captivated by the sight, his head tilting slightly as he peered down at his best friend. From this vantage point, he couldn't help but appreciate the view, Suna mused.

"What's so funny?" Suna asked, his voice nonchalant yet laced with an intriguing undertone.

Atsumu pouted, his lips forming a playful pucker as he shrugged.

"My hair got in the way of our make out session, but you still kissed me," he now teased, a mischievous grin adorning his face.

"And it's so freaking cute, Rin!"

Suna bit his bottom lip, finding Atsumu's interruption oddly attractive and endearing. Because he dead-ass stopped their make out session just to say that to him.