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Miya Atsumu (2) Playing

No spoilers.

Mention of adult content, I guess. Well, I don't think all that many of you are completely innocent and cannot take mentioning of human intercourse so it's not all that bad.

Here's part two. I didn't originally intend to write part two but then an idea struck me and here it is.

My eyes fluttered open and I groaned softly. My body was sore all over and I could feel parts of my skin tingling when the fabric touched the marks and bruises that covered me. I stretched, hearing a pop coming from my spine and then let my arms drop on the bed next to me. My eyes focused on the dark fabric of the large shirt I was wearing. I took the front of it and covered my face with it, inhaling deeply. The scent of the shirt brought back the fresh memories of the last night. I felt my face heat up as the images and the feeling of the skin brushing against skin, the saliva mixing with sweat and other bodily fluids, overcame me once again.

I shouldn't be thinking about that.

My gaze flickered around the room and my heart fell at the eery silence and emptiness in it. I was alone.

I sighed and got out of the bed, walking into my bathroom and doing my usual morning routine. I didn't want to shower yet because I wanted to do a full self-care routine including shaving, waxing, hair masks and so on a bit later today. Once I was done in the bathroom and I had a pair of underwear under the shirt, I made my way to my kitchen. As my bare feet tapped on the wooden surface in the flat, I found myself sighing sadly once again.

The moment I stepped into the kitchen, I froze. The dining table was set, covered by plates covered in pancakes, a jar of some jam, a jar of some chocolate cream and a whipped cream dispenser. I blinked, looking between the food, the ingredients and the man sitting on a chair at the table, scrolling through his phone. My lips parted in surprise and I took in a sharp breath.

It must have been loud enough because the man looked up and grinned at me, his brown eyes skimming over my form. He was only wearing a pair of sweatpants I saw him in last night, without a shirt, most likely because the shirt was on me.

"Morning, sleeping beauty. Slept well?" He asked with a contagious chuckle. Had I not been in so much shock, I would have laughed with him. I barely nodded my head and took a step towards him. He patted his leg as if to invite me to sit on his lap and then stretched his arm out for me. I hesitantly took another step forward and he took my hand without any hesitation on his part, pulling me in to sit on one of his legs. I blinked slowly and put my arms around his neck.

"Why are you still here?" My voice was very quiet and very shaky. I didn't trust myself enough to speak up and I still felt as though he was some game my brain was playing on me. His eyebrow arched and his grip around my waist tightened as he gently placed a hand on my thigh. "Do you not want me to be here?" He asked and I just gently moved my head to signal no. "I do want you here, I'm just... I thought you left me," I whispered and looked into his eyes. His eyes are so pretty.

"Now, why would you think that? Besides, you still have my shirt. I can't leave without a shirt," he winked and patted my thigh reassuringly. I nodded and looked down at the shirt I was wearing, suddenly feeling guilty about taking it.

"I can't even be mad at you for it because it looks way better on you than on me," he said and leaned forward, placing a kiss on my cheek. "I made breakfast to replenish after last night." The mischievous glint in his eyes made me roll my eyes. "Don't flatter yourself, Miya. You're not nearly as draining as you think," I said and leaned over the table to take the cream dispenser. Atsumu slapped my ass as I did which nearly made me drop it.

"Don't even start it, (F/N). You can't win. I went easy on you last night because I wanted you to have a nice time," he said rather pettily but continued following my every move. I put some whipped cream on the pancake that was on his plate but before I had time to even put the dispenser down, Atsumu dipped his finger in the cream and then smeared it over my cheek. I gasped and gave him a nasty glare. "Clean it off, now!" I demanded and threatened him with the dispenser. He laughed at me and leaned forward, licking the cream. I rolled my eyes and shifted a bit so I could face him better. He gripped my waist tightly so I wouldn't slip from his lap but continued watching me with amusement in his amber eyes.