But watch out! That sweetness only goes so far when he's helping your dazed body get undressed. His giant palms bumping your tits, fingers accidentally squeezing your nipples while he sighs a big, "I'm sorry, ya know, 'm just so tired, it's already two in the morning." The words hardly process in your brain, a mixture of sounds leaving the pretty blonde's lips, so you smile sweetly as you fall onto the bed backward, "'s okay 'tsumu. Just help me get some pajamas on." Oh, he wishes he could, but he's having a hard time finding those pretty pajamas you're talking about, and honestly, he could give a fuck less.

“Y’know, I didn’t have that much fun tonight,” he says as he sits beside your half-naked figure on the bed, his palm holding his weight up as he looks down at you. If you were sober, you’d hate the feeling of being exposed to such a close friend… but, thankfully, you’re not! Focusing hard on his words, a pout comes to your lips as you whisper, “oh no, ‘m sorry ‘tsumu.” His hands trace the skin of your stomach, light enough to create bumps under his fingers.

“I know how you can help me, only if ya want to,” he grins as he pulls his hand back, tilting his head to urge you to question how. “Is it okay if I just show you?” As innocently as ever, you nod your head yes, sitting up, and it’s only now that you feel the cool breeze on your exposed chest, making you laugh and bring a hand to cover yourself lazily.

But Atsumu is quick to softly move your hand and push you back down on the bed without a protest of your own; only eyes that are widening as his fingers move to your shorts, looking up before he slips them down your legs. “Haven’t ya wondered what it’d feel like to have me inside you?” He asks with another tilt of his head, a smug smile on his lips until he’s got you naked beneath him. “Um… I don’t know, ‘tsumu. Maybe?” You question, although your words are still slurring and your head spinning from lying down on your back. 

“Did ya have fun tonight?” He asks as he stands up and throws the material of your shorts and underwear on the ground beside him; with a face that feels like it’s burning more and more, you nod, which makes the blonde smile.

 “Well, now it’s my turn.”