Of all the people Atsumu thought he would end up sleeping with eventually (Sakusa, Hinata, probably his team captain...), he never thought it would be Bokuto Koutarou.

Atsumu never thought he'd be patting under Bokuto's massive body, trying oh so hard not to moan back his name.

Atsumu didn't expect for a one night stand of letting some steam out to become a regular thing.

And yet, there he was, back arched, legs slightly apart and a sweaty Bokuto between them, rocking his hips mercilessly, their broken breaths and soft whimpers filling up the room.

They worked so well together it was insane. Bokuto, much like him, was open to try pretty much anything up.

So it became a regular thing: Meeting up after practice, sharing a room during away games, wrecking Bokuto until the huge man was whimpering beneath him begging for relief

Atsumu didn't expect the sex to be so... Good. But it was, and he often found himself drifting, thinking about Bokuto's strong, firm hands smacking his ass until he was sore. The thought taking over him with so much force he would almost run to meet him after practice.

But what Atsumu liked the most was that nothing changed. Sure, he now knew the way Bokuto's voice would break when he was getting close, or the way his lips parted ever so slightly whenever he moaned.

Bokuto knew him, too. Knew how to touch him, how to have him begging for more.

But the best thing is that they were still friends. No tension, no hard feelings, nothing to regret.

They would carry on their daily lives normally, as if they weren't grinding and crying out each other's names just moments ago.

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yeah I have no explanation for this thread rather than I just saw a very hot NSFW BokuAtsu fanart and couldn't get the image out of my head hehe.