warning: mention of sex toy. mild nsfw
"Welcome home, young master" an old woman greeted Atsumu once we get in. I blinked, confused. Young master? His family must be a well-known and respected one that he himself is called as young master. This makes me feel even more nervous than I already am. "And it's good to have you, young lady" she then greeted me. "Welcome to the Miya's" she continued. I looked up at Atsumu. He chuckled. "What did I said about calling me by my name, Mrs. Ayaka. You're just scaring her out" he laughed, looking at me. I squeezed his bicep.
The old woman; Mrs. Ayaka nodded. "There you are, shithead" we then were greeted by Osamu. "Oh, y/n. You're here" his lips formed an O before quirking an eyebrow at Atsumu. "Tryna to impress our parents, huh?" Osamu asked. "Shut the fuck up" Atsumu replied. "Watch your language, Atsumu. Your parents are here" Mrs. Ayaka stopped them from quarrelling. "Anyways, welcome y/n" Osamu flashed a smile at me. That's quite rare of him. He barely smile and this is probably the first time I saw him smiling, at me.
"Atsumu, you're finally here. I thought you would skip the family's dinner" a middle-aged woman approached us. She was dressed in blue kimono. Her hair was styled neatly. Could this be...
"I won't skip our important dinner, mother" Atsumu replied. Oh shoot!
"And you brought a friend" her eyes moved to look at me from head to toe. I let go Atsumu's arm and bowed to the lady who Atsumu just called as mother. "Good to meet you, Mrs. Miya. My name is l/n y/n" I greeted her with full of respect. I could hear a snicker coming from Atsumu and a snort probably coming from Osamu. I swallowed my saliva. My throat felt dry and my heart was pumping so fast as if it could explode any time. I get myself up to find her had her eyes locked on me. My hands suddenly felt cold. The atmosphere here felt so fucking scary that I just wanted to excuse myself. I rather go home than to be in this tense environment.
"You're scaring her, mother" Atsumu emitted a soft laugh. "She started to look pale" Osamu interrupted. I looked down to the floor, trying my best to breathe calmly. I'm intimidated by this woman. She then let out a chuckle. "I'm sorry if I make you feel uncomfortable" she said, eyes curled into a pair of crescents as she smiles. Seeing her took off the scary mask she had on earlier give me a space to breathe in relief. I almost peed in my pants!
She was still looking at me, giving a hm expression. I looked at my attire. "I'm so sorry if I dressed up inappropriately. I didn't know Atsumu would bring me here" I quickly apologized. She smiled. "Atsumu, help her with her kimono. I'll ask Mrs. Ayaka to prepare one for her. And you should get changed too" Mrs. Miya turned, "You won't be having your dinner like that, Osamu" she looked at the other twin before walking away.
I get myself changed into the light red kimono that I borrowed from Mrs. Miya. It's been a while since I wear one. It's quite big on me but judging from the material and quality of the cloth, it must be an expensive one. How rich is the Miya's family?
Atsumu entered the room. He grabbed the obiage and helped me to put it around me before layered it with an obi. "I can do it" I said. "It's fine" he said, tying the layers on me with an obijime. "It's just, we're at your parents' house. It feels wrong for us to be alone in this room" I turned to look at him once he's done helping me with my kimono. Atsumu looked handsome in his black yukata. "You look handsome" I smiled up at him. Atsumu took a red kanzashi and slipped it in my braided hair. "And you look so fucking beautiful" he kissed my temple. "Atsumu..." I gave a soft hit on his chest.
"Wait here" Atsumu walked towards the drawer and opened it. He took out two small black objects from it then proceed to close the door behind us. "Here" he showed me the objects he was holding. You had no idea how shocked I was seeing the things he was holding. It was a bullet vibrator. "Are you fucking kidding me?" I looked up at him. "Do I look like I am?" he smirked, pulling me closer to him by my waist. "But we're at your parents' house" I said half-whispering. "I know. That's what excites me the most. It'd be great to see you control yourself in front of my parents" he lifted up my kimono, slipping his hands under the cloths. "Atsumu, are you sure?" I looked at him sliding the vibrator inside my panty, placed perfectly in front of my entrance. I started to pant at the contact between the object and my sensitiveness.
Atsumu rolled down my kimono, fixing it back nicely. He then waved the other object he was holding. "I'll control you through this remote" he smirked.
Knock.
"Father's already at the dining hall. Could you at least respect our guest and control your balls, you shithead?" it was Osamu calling us to go downstairs. "Yeah, we're about to go downstairs. I was just helping her with her kimono" Atsumu replied. "Yeah, bet" Osamu walked away. "Shut the fuck up, you annoying ass" Atsumu rolled his eyes before looking at me. "Let's go" he pulled my hand and walked out his room.
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"We're so happy to have you here, y/n" Mrs. Miya said while helping her husband with his unagi. "We are indeed" Mr. Miya looked at me. "How old are you, young lady?" he asked. I flashed a smile, "You can just call me y/n" I nodded as a thank you when Mrs. Miya handed me an unagi. Atsumu reached for the tsukemono, putting some on his rice using his chopsticks. "I'm in the same age with Atsumu and Osamu" I answered him politely. Atsumu giggled at the way I respond. I gave him a shut up glare before looking at his father again. "I see. So you're also studying communication arts?" he fed himself the grilled eel.
"Yes. I'm in the same faculty with them. It's just that I'm doing broadcasting instead" I started feeding myself the food. The food was cooked well. I wonder who cooked this. "How does it taste, honey?" Mrs. Miya asked as soon as I eat. I consumed the food. "It tastes so good. I like it so much" I smiled widely. Atsumu looked at me from the corner of his eyes, taking a sip of his hot green tea. "Good to hear that you like my cooking" she smiled back at me.
"If you don't mind, I would like to learn how to cook from you someday, Mrs. Miya" I expressed, getting more comfortable talking to Atsumu's parents. "What's with the formality, dear? You can just call me mother" she responded. I blinked, trying to process her words in my brain. Did I hear her right? Did she just referred herself as mother to me?
"I would be happy to have you in my kitchen" she chuckled before continue feeding herself. "So y/n, how did you meet Atsumu and Osamu?" Mr. Miya asked after taking a sip of his hot drink. That kinda caught me off guard. I started to stutter. "She's a close friend of Suna. She once visit the gym when we were practicing for volleyball" Atsumu answered for me. His father gave a small nods, understood. Osamu scoffed in a teasing manner. Atsumu's fingers started to play with the remote on his lap. He then pressed a button on it, resulting me to choke on my food. "Are you okay, dear?" Mrs. Miya looked concerned. Osamu helped to hand me a glass of plain water.
Atsumu continued eating his food and act like nothing happened. I looked at him who was seated next to me. I took a deep breath before reaching the glass from Osamu, taking a sip of it. As I was drinking the water, Atsumu increased the speed. My hands were shaking. I quickly placed down the glass on the table. I'm afraid that I might ruin the glass. It looked expensive. Atsumu kept pressing the buttons, sending vibrations to my womanhood. I clenched on my kimono, head facing down. "Are you sure you're okay, y/n?" Mrs. Miya asked once again. "I actually need to go to the toilet if you don't mind" I said.
Atsumu leaned in and whispered, "No one's leaving the table until we finish the dinner. It's a family's tradition" he snickered. I knew he did that on purpose. He's torturing me with the vibrator. I'm getting more sensitive. "Yes of course, darling. Mrs. Ayaka will show you the way" Mrs. Miya was about to call for Mrs. Ayaka but Atsumu cut her off. "Actually, she doesn't need to go to the toilet, mother" he smiled, turning his head to me. "Eh? Why not? She did say she wanted to" Mrs. Miya furrowed her eyebrows.
"Right, y/n?" Atsumu quirked an eyebrow. I lifted up my head, looking at Mrs. Miya with a reassuring smile. "Yes. I don't feel like going anymore" I took my chopsticks to continue eating my food. "Are you sure?" Mrs. Miya was concerned. Atsumu increased the speed. I couldn't take this anymore. I was turned on. I tried my best to not let out moans in front of his family but this man, beside me was being annoying with his little stupid remote control.
"Y... Yeah..." I stuttered, giving her an innocent smile while my hand clenching my kimono. I could feel myself become wetter underneath this kimono.
"How about you both? Doing good in volleyball?" it was Mr. Miya's turn to ask for updates from his twins. "Yeah we are. Kita said I've improved a lot" Atsumu gave a haughty smirk at Osamu. He really likes to annoy his brother. "I've improved my spikes too" Osamu replied. Atsumu's right hand landed on my left thigh. Slowly he groped it, giving a harsh squeeze while his left hand pressing the buttons to keep sending pressures on my now wet pussy.
I wanted to moan so bad but I just can't. Not in front of his family. I sat up straight, pressing myself against the vibrator better. Atsumu laughed, knowing how desperate I am. "Y/N, here some nanbanzuke. It's salmon" Mrs. Miya put two pieces of nanbanzuke in my rice bowl. I nodded as a thank you before taking a bite. Atsumu moved his hand into my inner thigh, making the kimono wrapped following the size of my thigh. His hand rubbed my thigh gently. He's making things worse. I become more and more sexually frustrated. I'm getting hornier and impatient. Can we just finish this dinner so that I could have Atsumu in me?
"When is your next tournament?" Mrs. Miya finished up his portion, taking a sip of his green tea after that. "Around one month from now if I'm not mistaken" Osamu answered. "You're prepared for it?" Mr. Miya looked at us. Atsumu quickly removed his hand from my lap, clearing his throat while I took the short period to breathe properly. Mrs. Ayaka entered from the door behind us and placed down a big pot. It's Miso soup. "Thank you" Mrs. Miya said before pouring it into the bowls. Atsumu helped her to pass the bowls to his father, Osamu and me. "How about you, Atsumu?" Mr. Miya locked his eyes on the blonde haired boy. "I'm quite confident as well yet I'm still improving" he answered. "Good. Don't ever stop practicing. Do you both understand?" Mr. Miya sounded scary. "Yes father" the Miya twins answered in sync.
I sipped the soup. Atsumu's fingers continued pressing the buttons. I bit my lower lip, my hand started to shake. I quickly placed down the spoon. I might spill the soup on the table. "What's wrong? Does the soup taste bad?" Atsumu asked teasingly. Mrs. Miya quickly look at me. I looked at her, shaking my head. "No. It tastes so good. I'm actually quite full already so I'm just taking my time with the soup" I nodded confidently. "Alright. You can take your time and don't force yourself if you're full, okay?" she said sweetly.
Fuck you, Atsumu! I glared up at him. His smirk turned devilish. Fuck, I'm so dead.