#but that only works with longer chapters even though I prefer shorter ones T.T

[osamusriceballs]

The Accident Part IV

Atsumu x fem Reader

Warnings: None

Words: ~ 850

About: Brave y/n, asking about last night <3

Part I II Part V

"Thank you," you whisper, blinking a few times to suppress the tears starting to pile in your eyes. Your throat feels hoarse, and your voice breaks audibly, but he tactfully ignores it and rests his chin on your head. And that’s the moment you get painfully aware of the fact that both of you are still naked. With your bodies pressed against each other-

“We should get dressed.”

You force your arms to let go of his body and slowly pull back, making sure the blanket is still covering your body while you sternly avoid looking at his face, or even worse - his bare chest. He got incredibly more attractive after giving you comfort; at this point, it’s almost too much for you to handle. The moment between the two of you felt so intimate and warm. The way he naturally managed to calm you down, even though he’s just a stranger, confuses you.

And the least thing you want is to be confused when he still has the power to make your life hell as your legally wedded husband - even though he doesn’t seem like the type to take advantage of that.

“Right, sorry. Didn’t want to make ya uncomfortable. I just thought you could use a shoulder to lean on. And I happened to have two of them.”

His attempt at cracking a joke loosens the tense atmosphere, and you snort while sliding your panties on under the blanket. You mentally thank yourself for leaving them right next to the bed - or did he leave them there? Just the thought makes heat creep up to your cheeks while you desperately search for more clothes, pressing the blanket even closer to your body like a layer of protection.

He - Atsumu - already sports a pair of black Calvin Klein boxers, emphasizing the defined muscles on his abdomen, and you try your best not to stare at him. Even though he probably slept even less than you, he still looks insanely attractive, just the slight shadows under his eyes reveal that he is probably exhausted too.

He avoids looking at you, discreetly keeping his gaze low as he almost finished dressing before you even started. Which is not surprising, considering the first thing you spot on the ground is a pompous white wedding gown, that you instantly decide not to wear.

Much to your relief, there is still your dress from the night before on the ground, crumbled and dirty, but it still causes you to sigh in relief. At least you don’t have to wear the wedding dress. Atsumu, on the other hand, now sports parts of an elegant suit, but something catches your eyes while you subtly gaze in his direction.

The prominent red marks on his back.

They don’t escape your gaze before he pulls his arms through the sleeves of the tight white dress shirt. How could you miss that when his back looks like he fought a bunch of kittens?

Are these marks… from you? Did you two…?

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.” He buttons the last button on his shirt after pulling his long arms through the white sleeves, now looking presentable and neat - except for his messy hair. But why does he look even more attractive like this?

“Did we… you know? Did we… have sex?”

Your cheeks heat up at your words, embarrassment keeping you in a chokehold while you wait for his answer. He coughs loudly, a slight shade of pink now evident on his cheeks as his hand once again messes with his hair.

“Uhm… to be honest, I don’t remember. But… judging from your neck… I would say there was… somethin’ between us.” He pauses a few times, carefully thinking about his words, about what is an appropriate thing to say in this situation. His eyes observe your reaction attentively, not missing how you freeze after his words.

“My neck?”

You blink confused and look at him silently.

Until realization hits you.

“Excuse me.”

You hastily get up, run into the bathroom with only the blanket covering your body, and slam the door closed, stubbornly ignoring the pain in your legs which seems to get worse with every single step and look into the big mirror on the bathroom wall.

Only to face your messy state.

The dress in your hands needs to be ironed without a doubt, your hair is a mess (Atsumu combing through it only made it worse), but your neck is what shocks you the most. Red and purple marks decorate the delicate skin around your collarbones, covering your throat and moving down to your breasts, evidence of sinful deeds. You hiss in pain when you pinch one and stretch your neck to see how far they go down.

And they do go far down.

“Holy shit,” you mutter, letting the blanket fall to the ground and quickly pull the dress over your head in an attempt to hopefully hide the marks. However, this is an impossible task, considering the deep cleavage of the dress.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath to calm down. Your knuckles turn white as you support your body weight on the sink, using sheer force to hold you up. You open your eyes when you feel a little calmer and intensely stare at the marks in the mirror.

You don’t remember a single thing.

And he doesn’t either.

“Shit.”

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #atsumu fanfic #atsumu x reader #atsumu #I worked all day but I felt like writing on this #and now it's 3 am #I should sleeeeeeep #good night everyone! <3 #SLEEP WELL AND FEEL LOVED ! <3 #btw #I'll probably make the next parts longer #or else this will have like 20 parts #seriously #I'll try to end with like 10 xD #but that only works with longer chapters even though I prefer shorter ones T.T #LOVE YOU! <3