𝑯𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 • ᴍɪʏᴀ ᴀᴛꜱᴜᴍᴜ x ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ: ongoing

IV: 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝑰𝒕

HOOKED (CHAPTER 4):
INTO IT

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"We really shouldn't be doing this," You whisper, the oxygen leaving your lungs when Atsumu's tongue circles around your sensitive nipple.

He transfers his mouth on your other nipple before pinching the other one, making you gasp for air. "Why not?" He whines, his voice vibrating through your skin.

His hands roam your ass, lifting your dress up even more. You feel his needy cock rub against your abdomen, making you tug on the hem of his shirt.

His lips leave your nipples, throwing you a reassuring look before reaching for his pocket. You hear the familiar sound of the crumpling sachet of condom - making you think that all of this is really happening.

I've waited long enough for this, the thought flows through your mind.

In that moment, Atsumu feels relieved that he had gone with his guts of bringing a condom before leaving his house, since he hadn't planned on it originally. It all makes sense now, Atsumu thinks to himself upon remembering his instincts kicking in to bring one in at the last minute.

All you could think of right now is how badly you need this with him. You haven't had the chance of having sex with anyone after your hook up with Atsumu, which explains the roaring desire flaring within you - it being too intense to ignore.

He hands you the condom, wanting you to put it on him. You take it from his hand and was about to rip it open when he pushes a finger inside you.

"H-Ha-Fuck!" You gasp. Atsumu stares at you in awe, studying your face as he curl his finger inside you. "Ooh, you're so fucking soaked, baby..." He drags his words slowly, his husky voice sounding irresistibly low and needy.

His pupils dilate as he eyes your arousal dripping on his palm, almost making his mouth water in excitement.

You grip his shoulders tightly when he pulls out. Atsumu draws a satisfied smirk upon raising his finger, letting you see how your arousal perfectly coats his finger. You feel your cheeks heat up, "Stop tha-" Your words were cut off when he forces his soaked finger inside your mouth.

"Hmm~ tastes good?" Atsumu hums, watching his finger enter your mouth.

You were caught off guard at first, but when you finally pick up on what he wants, you softly hold his wrist before squeezing his finger inside your mouth. Atsumu could almost moan at the sight of you sucking on his finger - feeling himself getting hornier as the thought of you sucking his cock flashes inside his mind.

As much as he wanted to see you drain him with your mouth, he doesn't want you to be uncomfortable - given the confined space you're in. Maybe next time, Atsumu smirks, completely thrilled at the thought of having sex with you again.

He pulls his finger out of your mouth, flashing you a cheeky grin before having a taste for himself as well.

You bite your lip upon seeing him suck on his finger, "That condom's not gonna peel itself," He throws you a sarcastic look, snapping you out of your trance.

You quickly rip the sachet open, throwing it somewhere before getting the condom out. Atsumu watches as your arm squeezes your chest, having him struggle steadying his breath, while you lower the rubber on his cock.