But that thought fails to enter your mind when Atsumu himself is currently railing you over the balcony of his condo.

“Hng- can’t speak properly now, can’t ya, doll?” Atsumu rasps, one hand gripping your waist and the other gripping your hair into a makeshift ponytail as his hips continue to pick up speed.

“What’s happened to your feisty lil act, huh? Now that people can see you turn into my promiscuous little slut, you’re suddenly shy? Fuck- I didn’t know you’re such an exhibitionist”

and the truth is, you didn’t either. The younger you would’ve thought this was morally wrong and disgusting, but now? It’s morally wrong and disgusting.

And maybe that’s why you enjoyed the feeling so much.

Atsumu has ripped any shred of that good girl façade you had left, leaving a promiscuous, coy, and lewd woman behind. It’s not like he tried either, like he knew how to break you.

“Ah-Atsumu!” you whimper, hands gripping the rail so tight that it could bruise you.

“What is it, doll?? wanna cum already? ‘s that what you want?” he mocks your pleading tone, the hand that used to grip your hair now rubbing your puffy pink clit.

He earns a desperate nod from you, your hips moving on their own to meet Atsumu’s just to reach the peak of your orgasm.

until it disappeared.

A meek whine leaves your lips at the ruined orgasm, Your boyfriend copying it at a high pitch tone as he grabs you by your hair with a condescending glare.

“You know, good girls don’t fuck themselves on their master like a desperate bitch in heat, y’know. I expected better from ya” he pouts, although you both know it was faker than Daishou.

“Say, you could make it up to master, right?” he raises his eyebrows, a smirk following.