Desperately pawing at the string of Atsumu's sweats, you practically beg him to rid himself of his clothes as your lips become well aquatinted with his— the taste of his tongue intoxicating you further into a haze of grief-induced lust that was serving to be the best distraction from reality you could've ever asked for.He swallows each moan you offer him, despite the way his brain is screaming for him to stop; this is wrong, he knows it... but the way his body reacts to your touch so effortlessly makes it so fucking hard— in more ways than one.
"W-wait.... Y/n." He breathes out between each attack of your lips, taking a firm hold onto your wrists as they almost free him from his briefs.You stop immediately, taking careful study of his blushed cheeks and flustered expression.
"What's wrong?" You ask, perplexed about why he's chosen to halt... whatever was about to happen.
"We... we can't do this-" he pants, shutting his deep brown eyes tightly, mentally cursing himself for finally stopping you despite the terrible ache of his throbbing erection.
A terrible sadness strikes your already shattered heart once more, the reality of facing yet another rejection proves to be almost too much for you to bear. Your lip quivers as tears begin to bubble in your eyes— Atsumu panics at the sight, realizing that he probably should've worded it a little different.
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Dejected | R. Suna
Fanfiction◤ 𝗗𝗲𝗷𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 | pǝjǝkʇǝp | 𝘢𝘥𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝚂𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍. ◢ ↳ The one where (y/n) takes a job as a live in nanny for an emotionally unavailable single father. (ᴅɪʟғ...