#im working out a lot of my bitterness on atsumu if u couldn't tell

[kechiwrites]

“car bro” atsumu who’s not your boyfriend, but not not your boyfriend.

warnings: below the cut; lots of car sex, mentions of voyeurism, public sex, dirty talk, oral sex, oral sex as a form of revenge, fuck boy atsumu (because is there any other kind?)

for legal reasons this is not based on any men named nick with a fucking dumb red car.

You're getting tired of fucking in Atsumu Miya’s car.

At first he tells you it's because his roommate is a dick about "this sort of thing" and he doesn't want you to be embarrassed but you know for a fact that Sakusa is very rarely home and probably doesn’t give a shit about who Atsumu brings home with him, so long as they don’t touch his stuff. Honestly, you're beginning to think he just likes fucking you in his car. Atsumu likes folding you over yourself in the back seat of the shiny red muscle car so he can tongue fuck you and stare at your bouncing tits at the same time. Because he’s a greedy asshole.

You think he likes parking in the underground garage of his apartment (that, again, you could easily go up to) and making you wait while he painstakingly lays out his stupid microfiber towel over the seat, so you don’t make a mess while you ride him with your hands on the wheel. You think he likes reclining his seat just low enough that he can get a perfect view of your ass, lifting and sinking onto the solid heat of his dick, taking him over and over, while your slick drips down your thighs, displaced by the intense stretch Atsumu provides.

You think he gets off on being the skeezy expensive car parked outside a closed down sugar factory, with the windows fogged up while he slides the pad of his thumb over the hood of your clit. You think he likes the way you can't get away when he rubs the tips of his fingers over the sensitive skin of your labia then pushes one, two, three fingers deep into the aching, wet clutch of your pussy. You know he likes dragging his nails against the backs of your thighs because it makes you shake like a leaf while he takes you apart.

He likes moaning about how hot and sweet you are while you try not to choke on the little hand towel he stuffed in your mouth to stifle your cries, because he decided it’d be nice to fuck you while you hung out the open passenger door, in broad fucking daylight, in an almost empty national park parking lot. He likes taunting you with the possibility of someone seeing you like that; “Moaning like the sweet little slut you are. Did you just tighten up, baby? You like being looked at?”

He likes sitting in the plush leather driver's seat and convincing you to pull his hardening cock out of his jeans. You won’t let him drive while you do it, so he pulls into the lot of a big box store, and because it’s a not so busy night, you pull your top down too, so Atsumu can fondle you while he roughly fucks your face.

He likes watching your head bob while you suck him off until his brain feels like it's made of wet newspaper. He likes wrapping a hand around the back of your neck and gagging you on his length. Atsumu loves coating the inside of your mouth with his come, then making you show him the remnants covering your tongue, before he finally lets you swallow. 

Frankly, it happens so often that the crick in your neck from bending over is starting to feel permanent. It doesn’t help that sometimes he’s so wrung out he asks for a raincheck on returning the favour.

Car sex with Atsumu is pissing you off.

So, when Atsumu picks you up the next time, you let him drive you into the lot of the closest abandoned building and you palm his cock with no prompting. His eyes go wide as dinner plates and he shuffles with excitement, eager to get the show on the proverbial road. You bite and kiss at the skin peeking out of his shirt’s collar, until he sighs in pleasure, dragging your tongue over the hickeys you leave in your wake. When his dick is out in the open, you stroke him without delay, bending at the waist towards his lap. The position’s uncomfortable, as always, leaning over the console, but you make it work. You slide your tongue over the tip of his rapidly hardening cock, and let his erection get the rest of the way there, ghosting feather light touches over his exposed abdomen with your free hand. Soon Atsumu is keening, hips stuttering upwards in an effort to chase the slick warmth of your mouth, so you oblige. Atsumu’s ego kind of crumbles when you blow him, he whimpers and shudders and almost mewls when he plants his feet and fucks up into your throat. You swallow around him while he’s seated deep, only pulling off when he moans your name aloud. Gently, you wrap a hand around his length, sliding your palm, wet with your own spit, up and down Atsumu’s dick, pausing only to push the tip of it against your bottom lip, so your tongue can push firmly against his opening, collecting drops of precum. “Does that feel good ‘Tsumu?” You murmur between laps of your tongue. “Are you gonna come for me?”

Atsumu nods along frantically, and you go down on him again, sucking in earnest. Soon, with a groan and a shiver, he finishes, and spurt after spurt of his bitter cum fills your waiting mouth. You stick out your tongue for him to see, and his expression is fucking wrecked. His face and throat are flushed the prettiest pink, and his eyelids are heavy with satisfaction. He’d obviously been fisting his free hand in his hair to slow his climax. Not that it had worked, even a little bit. 

Then before he can say anything, before he can smile dopily at you and tell you to swallow like a good girl, you smile at him, turn to face the back seat, and spit his cum onto the gleaming black leather. 

The screech he makes is inhuman. But it may as well be violins.

"Fuck! Baby, not on the goddamn seats! I just cleaned them yesterday!"  He whips around so fast you’re surprised he doesn’t pull something. You think he might be crying as he gently and painstakingly wipes the soiled leather down with that godforsaken microfiber cloth, now limp dick hanging out of his still undone pants, brows furrowed in anguish. It’s kinda really funny.

Suddenly, you are no longer tired of fucking in Atsumu’s car.

this one is 4 my bb @some-kindofgnome​