INDELIBLE [M] ;; Miya Atsumu x OC | Haikyuu!!

II. Stuck With You [M]

Called it crazy.

But 'I want to kiss him forever' kept coming back into her mind no matter how much she blocked out all thoughts about what it was, what it might mean, and what further mess she might create for herself.

When she closed her eyes, she felt he had many hands, which touched her everywhere, and many mouths, which passed so swiftly over her.

She finally kissed him.

Until reason seeped out through her pores and she became conscious only of what she wanted to do to him now.

'God, please forgive me'

That familiar scent and taste of him keep making her lose her sanity. Come to think of it, why was she in his 5x7-meter room? Behind a dark gray blanket, enjoyed his weight on her, like being crushed under his body from mouth to feet.

Wait.

How exactly did this start?

*****

"Yes! Black Jackal's Setter, Miya Atsumu, managed to provide the perfect toss for his teammates, Hinata Shoyo!"

She glanced away from the note she was writing to watch a television broadcast, which was only one meter in front of her. Her pair of black eyes were recording someone's face plastered with a smile on the screen. She blinked a few times before looking out the window.

'Huh? It's raining? Since when?'

She rested her chin, then went back to watching television, which still shows a man with a golden lock who is very familiar to her.

Since when..

Since when did she break up with that man? Five months ago? Six months ago? Her finger was busy calculating the name of the month she had passed after breaking up with that Black Jackal's main setter. It's been almost six months.

Six months.

A glimpse of Atsumu's annoying face suddenly appeared on her head, and she curled the ends of her lips.

What made her break up with that man? Is it because of the fans who always annoy her? No. Is it because she ate Osamu's onigiri, which was made from rice from the first night of the new year? It didn't seem like it either. Then what? Was it because of his mouth that it tasted too minty when they kissed? Of course, it was impossible. She likes it to death.

A rustling sound came from the glass door, which was slowly pushed from outside. Her lips were ready to greet the new customer until she widened her eyes to only see the tall figure in front of her.

Her eyes were fixed with a pair of misty brown eyes that were no less shocked than hers. She was holding the edge of the cashier table and putting all of her weight on it. Desperately tried to keep her feet from carrying herself away from that place.

She gulped.

There he was.

That was Miya Atsumu.

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"Yui.."

He let out her name from his mouth.

A headshot.

His voice rang in her ears, making her unconsciously spread her legs apart and her mouth open.

"Yes, do it."

Just called her crazy. Or worse, a slut.

But from the way the pair of misty brown eyes looked at her, she knew he wanted it too. No. It was more than that. He missed her. And they both knew that only the united beat of sex and heart can create ecstasy.

She was bending her neck back, letting the shiver stream down her chest, her back, and her nape, and there came the pressure of his warm sex inside her, his lips against her lips, and his fingers pinched her buds hurtfully yet deliciously.

She moved as little as possible; the air seemed to press on her skin when her upper body was like something broken open, uncapped, and not covered. Making a big hand that had been tracing her body freely cupped in her breast.

Squeeze it slowly and make her escape with a soft moan from her lips. When she looked up, she found Atsumu staring straight at her and grinning, his hair wet and pressed down on his forehead.

"Stop making that face, you stupid brat."

He clicked his tongue.

"How cruel."

"Whatever. But this doesn't seem right."

"But that doesn't mean you don't want it, right?"

She rolled her eyes. "Stop saying nonsense."

He chuckled. Still watching her closely, that golden-haired man began to pump up and down in a controlled efficient rhythm. Doing things with their bodies to express the inexpressible. His face softened; a little bit red and his eyes grew glassy. Gradually, almost experimentally, he increased the speed of his thrust; drew a perfect pleasure on his face.

They wrestled on until they were doped with their own fumes and emanations. Did they miss each other? Or they only need sex that they used to do too often and no one can beat it? He held her there; melting her resistance with the heat of his body. He loudly breathing beside her ears and sent some warm sensation that makes her arched her back and carving her nails on his skin.

She surrendered. Her lips trembled as a long moan completed the pleasure that ran all over her body.

She wants to scream his name. But her lips had been locked tightly with him. He crushed them; made her unable to scream when he stroked her with his skillful fingers between her legs, rubbing, nudging, poking, and thrust it right after she got her orgasm.

He suddenly parted their kiss and said, "I don't want either of us to ever forget this night."

And no. They're not making up.

They're still both ex for each other.

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So, lock the door and throw out the key
Can't fight this no more, it's just you and me
And there's nothin' I, nothin' I, I can do
I'm stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you

So, go ahead and drive me insane
Baby, run your mouth, I still wouldn't change
Being stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you
I'm stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you..