I Have No Choice (But to Hold You Tight)

by unscheduledmakeouts

Summary:

Miya Atsumu might have fucked up.

"Shh, Miya," Sakusa breathes in his ear, sliding a wet hand along Atsumu's jaw and up over his panting mouth. "You don't want them to hear, do you?"

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They fuck in the locker room showers with the rest of the team only a few feet away.

Notes:

This was gonna be a short thread but then it got away from me 🤷‍♀️

Miya Atsumu might have fucked up.

He's not one to back down from a challenge, no matter what kind, since he's a competitive bastard and relishes in anything that gets his blood pumping. Right now, however, he's questioning every action that lead him to this point because he's really, really trying to keep quiet but the man behind him is making it very difficult.

"Shh, Miya," Sakusa breathes in his ear, sliding a wet hand along Atsumu's jaw and up over his panting mouth. "You don't want them to hear, do you?"

Atsumu can't think - all his brainpower is focused on how good Sakusa's fingers feel inside him. A slow push in and a slow drag out, paired with a gentle scissoring motion that's opening him up unbearably slowly to avoid making noise. The rest of the team are just a few feet away, laughing and chatting away without a clue as to what's going on so close by.

It's not the first time they've fucked, but they've never done it this publicly. It wasn't planned, but today everything seemed to align perfectly to land them in this situation. They have a big game coming up and today's practice had gotten a bit heated, with both of them riled up to the point of yelling at each other. When Atsumu grabbed Sakusa by the front of his shirt and shook him, coach Foster had stepped in and told them in no uncertain terms to head home early and cool their heads.

Which, in hindsight, would've been the sensible thing to do.

Instead Sakusa had waited, watching Atsumu like a hawk, until they were both undressed. Then he'd shoved all their belongings into the lockers to hide them from the team, dragged Atsumu into the showers and pushed him up against the wall of the furthest stall - the one that normally goes unused as it's more cramped than the others and the water pressure is inconsistent. But right now, as Atsumu's brain is starting to melt out through his ears, he's thanking his lucky stars for its existence.

Sakusa's fingers press down on his prostate and he bites back a whimper, straining against the hand muffling his sounds. Usually when they fuck he's loud and unashamed, happy to let both Sakusa and his neighbours know how good he's feeling. He loves riling Sakusa up with taunts and dirty talk, loves making him fuck Atsumu so hard and deep that he forgets everything else.

In comparison this feels like the sweetest torture, and despite his own warning Sakusa can't seem to keep quiet himself.

"Still so tight for me," Sakusa murmurs, pushing a third finger into Atsumu as Bokuto's boisterous laugh echoes off the tiles. "Never had an ass like yours, Miya. If I didn't know better I'd swear you were doing kegels to keep me around."

Atsumu wants to bite back with a scathing remark but the delicious stretch banishes all thoughts from his brain and makes his hips buck. His cock kicks, hard and untouched, as his hands are busy keeping himself steady against the wall.

"Mmnfffuck- fuck ya-"

"In a minute," Sakusa mumbles, and Atsumu can hear his infuriating smirk. "What have I told you about being patient?"

There's another insistent press to his sweet spot, then another and another, and Atsumu is struggling to stay standing. He thinks he might be drooling - his cock definitely is, the tip turning red as his desperation grows with each curl of the fingers inside him. Sakusa's playing him like a fiddle, like he always has, and Atsumu hates that he's not far from begging. He wants to be full, needs it so badly, and nothing feels as good as Sakusa's cock sinking in deep and fucking him hard.

"That should do it," Sakusa finally says, barely audible over Hinata's excited babbling, and Atsumu shudders as the fingers withdraw from his ass. "Ready for me?"

Atsumu nods as best he can under the grip of Sakusa's hand, feels him shift on his feet, and then there's a blunt pressure on his rim. His hips push back without his conscious input, the primal part of him desperate to have Sakusa inside him. Suddenly, there's a firm hand on his hip and a chuckle into his neck.

"Always so eager," Sakusa mouths against Atsumu's damp skin as he holds his hips still and slides in at a leisurely pace, his breathing getting a little heavier with each inch. "Fuck, Miya."

Sakusa can talk a big game, but Atsumu knows they're both just as addicted to each other. Ever since they first hooked up on a drunken night out they've been going at it whenever they can like hormonal teenagers. Sakusa can pretend all he wants, but the way his face twists into pure bliss every time he sinks into Atsumu is much more honest.

When Sakusa finally bottoms out he stays still for a moment, lips and teeth gentle on Atsumu's shoulder and his free hand circling Atsumu's waist to pull him closer. The water makes everything slippery and cools off their skin, and every point of contact feels like a forest fire.

"Omi," Atsumu whispers behind Sakusa's fingers, halfway to a plea.

"Yeah, yeah," Sakusa mumbles, and then they both jump a little when a shampoo bottle clatters to the floor a few stalls down. "Shit. Just remember to stay quiet."

You're one to talk, mister yapper, Atsumu has time to think before Sakusa starts moving and all other thoughts melt away.

Sakusa's clearly being careful, pulling out and pushing in much slower than they'd usually go to prevent any suspicious noises. It does make sense, and Atsumu should probably be grateful, but the glacial pace is teasing him so much that he's close to losing his mind. He whines quietly, pushing his hips back and clenching his ass around Sakusa's cock in an attempt to spur him on. Long fingers tighten around his jaw, and Sakusa's other hand slides down to grip his hip again.

"It's almost like you want to be caught," Sakusa breathes into his ear, speeding up by only the tiniest amount, and Atsumu's convinced he's only doing it to be annoying. "What if the team saw you like this, so hot and needy for me?"

As if on cue Meian starts talking, and Atsumu flushes red hot at the stark reminder of exactly where they are. He doesn't want to be caught, he just wants to be fucked harder, and Sakusa damn well knows it. He writhes as best he can in Sakusa's grip, fucking himself back on his teammate's cock with small, desperate movements.

"You're trouble, Miya, always have been," Sakusa growls, and Atsumu's heart skips a beat when he hears the door to the showers open and close - the team is starting to leave. "But fine, be patient for just a little longer and I'll give you what you want."

As if you don't want the exact same thing, Atsumu manages to string together in his hazy mind.

It takes Atsumu's lust-addled brain a moment to put two and two together when Sakusa reaches out and turns the shower off, but then it clicks - if everyone is done showering and filtering back out into the locker room, their shower still being on would easily be heard and attract attention. He holds his breath as best he can and feels Sakusa doing the same, both of them trembling a little as they start to cool down in the water's absence.

Thankfully it's not long before the door closes behind the last person to leave, but they still remain motionless for another minute just to be sure. Then Sakusa slowly leans backwards, peering out into the room, and Atsumu gasps when the cock inside him shifts.

"We're alone," Sakusa says in a low voice, reaching for the dial again and dousing them both in blessedly warm water. "But don't get too loud now, there's still only a flimsy door between us and them."

Before Atsumu can react the hand over his mouth disappears, sliding over to his upper back to press him further against the cool tile. The team is chatting in the other room, muffled but still very much there, and then Sakusa pulls back and starts fucking him for real.

Pleasure and adrenaline shoots through Atsumu's body and he slaps his own hand over his mouth to muffle a surprised groan. Sakusa's forehead is pressed against the nape of his neck, both hands gripping Atsumu's hips hard as he pistons his cock in and out. Atsumu grits his teeth around breathy curses, one cheek pressed against the wall as Sakusa takes him.

"F-fuck, fuck, Omi-"

"So tight, so needy," Sakusa groans, mouthing along the line of Atsumu's shoulder. "So fucking perfect for my cock, Miya."

Atsumu can't answer, he's too busy clawing at the wall as Sakusa's rhythmic thrusts drive him higher. There's slapping and splashing as their bodies come together, and maybe they can be heard from the other room but Atsumu feels too good to care. Sakusa's warm body is pressed up against him, taking him apart so perfectly, and he can't think of anything besides how much he loves this feeling. When Sakusa hits his prostate just right, Atsumu has to slap a hand over his mouth again to keep from crying out.

"Like that, just like that, fuck me-"

"I am fucking you, keep up," Sakusa pants behind him, voice deep and ragged in a way that sends a fresh wave of heat rolling through Atsumu's body. "You should - hah - see your ass bounce on my cock, best view I've ever had."

The praise makes Atsumu's face feel hot and he clenches repeatedly around Sakusa in return, getting a broken groan as reward for his efforts. Sakusa's thrusts are starting to become erratic, his grip on Atsumu's hips tightening with every slap of their skin.

"So good, you feel so fuckin good," Sakusa stutters out, scraping his teeth along Atsumu's neck and making him shudder. If they were actually dating he'd beg for marks. "You close?"

Atsumu nods, cheek still pressed against the shower tile as he glances back at Sakusa. His teammate's eyes are pitch black, wet curls hanging into his face as his features start to draw up in pleasure. A hand finds Atsumu's aching cock, stroking it in time with Sakusa's hips, and Atsumu lets out his loudest moan yet. He clenches around Sakusa once again, tighter and harder this time, as his orgasm nears its peak.

"You'll be the end of me," Sakusa chokes out so quietly that Atsumu's not sure if he was meant to hear it or not. "Come on, Miya, come for me."

It doesn't take long before Atsumu does as he's asked, muffling his broken moans into his hand as he goes over the edge. His cock kicks hard in Sakusa's grip, covering the tile in thick spurts, and his ass pulses in time with his sounds of pleasure. Behind him Sakusa chokes on a breath and pulls him closer, hips stuttering out of rhythm.

"F-fuck, that's… gonna-"

Atsumu loves feeling Sakusa come inside him, loves feeling his cock throb hard and deep as he groans and lets go. He always holds Atsumu so tightly when he comes, like he's trying to fuse them together, and their shared comedown is slow and gentle. Sakusa is never as soft and sweet as he is right after an orgasm, and Atsumu revels in these moments.

"Can't leave yet," Atsumu mumbles, still in a bit of a haze, a pleasant shiver running down his spine as Sakusa presses wet kisses to the back of his neck. "T-team's still here."

"Mm," Sakusa responds, his hard body going pliant as he wraps his long arms around Atsumu's waist. "Still need to actually get clean, too."

"Well, didja think to actually bring yer shower gel in here?" Atsumu asks playfully, already knowing the answer, and Sakusa laughs quietly into his neck. He's still inside Atsumu, and the movement of his body gently jostles his softening cock.

"Must've slipped my mind."

"Then I guess we're stuck here for a little while longer," Atsumu hums, reaching backwards to card a hand through Sakusa's wet curls. "Such a shame, right, Omi?"

Sakusa pinches his side, Atsumu yelps, and then they both descend into a fit of giggles.

"What a shame indeed, Miya."

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Series this work belongs to:

• Part 29 of Sakuatsu One-Shots