⟢ lipstick stains — m.atsumu
synopsis: maybe he isn’t giving you attention maybe you want his attention
atsumu said just one game an hour ago and just when you thought it ended he replayed it “i promise just once, i need to watch this real quick, m’kay?” he said planting light kiss on your cheek.
sometimes you almost think he is dating volleyball itself, i mean it’s super sexy how he is so determined about something so deeply, but sometimes even you need attention.
you climbed on his lap as he adjusted to give you space, still focused on the game playing on the big tv. you start kissing his neck leaving lipstick stains on his neck, a pretty pink “yn please babe” he breathed a sigh but his hands on your hips holding you in place said something different “yeah tsumu?” you started nibbling his neck as you pulled his shirt down to kiss his collar bone.
he jolts in surprise by the wet kisses on his collar bone or how your hands went under his shirt roaming around his back “tsumu” you said pulling his face in for a kiss, he turned off the tv as he picks you up, sigh against your lips as he felt you smiling while kisses, fingers messing his bleached hair. “can’t focus when my pretty girls keeps testing my patience” he says as he smiles at your breathless face. just then door rung “who could it be” he puts you down on the couch “let me look”
“atsumu wait you-” too late he already opened the door, lipstick marks on his neck and lips, hair messy “tsumu were you doing what i think you were doing” osamu said as he handed out a bag with freshly made onigiri “shut yer trap stupid samu” atsumu took the bag and slammed the door at his twins face “what a stupid person” he said huffing putting the bag on the kitchen counter. “sorry you much have felt embarrassed” you said in guilty, atsumu looked at you with confused face.
“i don’t mind looking like a mess when it comes to you it’s just how dare he ruin the moment”
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