#spin it

"What's up with you?" you ask, running your fingers through his hair. He's still sweaty from the game he just won, and there's a faint blush on his cheeks. He smells good, though, like the cologne you bought him years ago, and something distinctly Atsumu underneath.

"Why would you wear my jersey?" he complains, tugging at the black shirt you're wearing, before his hands slip underneath it to trace over your bare skin.

"Because it's your game?" you ask, raising a brow at him. "Would you prefer I wear an Adler's jersey?"

Atsumu's eyes turn sharp, and he laughs. You've definitely poked the bear now, but it's hard not to when he gets so easily affected.

"You think you're funny, huh?" he says, before turning you around, pressing you against the closed door. He pulls down your skirt, leaving it a jumbled mess on the floor.

You gasp when he runs his fingers through your folds, groaning when he realises how wet you already are. Your panties swiftly join your skirt on the ground. He gets on his knees, nosing at your cunt.

"I'm gonna need you to be quiet, baby," he says, and you moan when you feel his fingers prod at your entrance.

"That's not very quiet," he teases, and you glare over your shoulder. He looks pretty like that, on his knees behind you, grinning at you.

When he starts to work you open again, you fight to stay quiet, scrambling for purchases against the door. Atsumu hums, removing his fingers to replace them with his mouth, kissing and licking your pussy till you're nearly seeing stars.

Your orgasm approaches, and you begin to forget all about staying quiet as you push back into his face.

Right as you're about to finish, Atsumu pulls away, standing up.

"What was that for?" you whine, putting your forehead against the door with a thud, pouting in defeat.

"For even suggesting to wear an Adler's jersey," Atsumu says, as he pulls down his shorts so he can run his cock through your folds.

"Maybe I'll wear Kageya—" You don't get to finish the name, before Atsumu pushes his cock inside you, simultaneously putting a hand over your mouth, to silence the loud moan as you arch your back into him.

"I'm gonna stop you right there, baby," he grunts, and the sound of his hips colliding with yours fills the small space. You're certain if anyone were to walk by, they'd definitely know what was happening inside the supply closet, but it's hard to care.

"Tsumu," you whine into his hand, and your head lolls back on his shoulder as he hits your G-spot. Atsumu laughs into the crook of your neck, though it sounds a bit strangled.

"I can't believe you'd talk about another man like that after I just won an important game," Atsumu complains. His hand over your mouth moves to your neck, applying faint pressure, while his other hand grabs your hip, so he can move you back to meet his thrusts.

"I'm just motivating you to do better," you tease.

His thrusts grow harder, deeper, and you reach a hand back to card through his bleached hair, as you feel your orgasm approach again. Atsumu knows too, moaning into your ear at the way your walls flutter around him.

"Come on my cock," he begs, sucking a hickey into your neck. You freeze when you hear someone talking on the other side of the door, but Atsumu keeps a steady pace, pushing you closer and closer to that cliff. "Let whoever is on the other side of that door know you're mine."

You come with a strangled cry, slapping your hand over your mouth in a lousy attempt to cover it. The voices on the other side go quiet, and you shut your eyes, feeling warm all over.

Atsumu isn't far behind you, finishing with a groan as he pushes his hips flush against yours. You feel the warmth of him filling you up, and you rest your forehead on the door again, catching your breath.

Atsumu pulls out and puts his dick away again quickly before turning you around and kissing you.

"Say you're mine," he nearly whines, wrapping his big arms around you. You melt into the embrace, giggling.

"I'm yours, Tsumu."