atsumu bites back his own tears as you wail, shoulders shaking from the force of your sobs. he has his arm around your waist, large hand splayed out on your stomach to keep you in place and steady. his hips rock up into yours, fat of his cock stretching you out, his blunt tip pounding into you mindlessly. his other hand curved around your hip to rub tight, precise circles into the sensitive nub of your clit, sending you to another messy orgasm.
he kissed your shoulder, your nape, burying his head into your neck. you were so stressed, so tired, so pent up and he could see it. your eyes were swimming in clouded worry, shoulders tense with the weight of the world that he wanted to bare for you instead. he knew you needed something, an outlet, relief, but he didn’t know how to give it to you. not until you came home and collapsed on his chest, eyes watering, your bottom lip twitching as you tried hard to swallow back tears. you let him dote on you, pressing soft kisses on your cheeks as he pulled your clothes off, letting him flip you around to stuff you full. you needed release before anything else, release he knew he could give to you.
“‘s okay baby,” he muttered soft and sweet in your ear when your wails quieted down to sniffles, remnants of your now passing orgasm draining down the shaft of his still pistoning cock. “daddy’s got ya. gonna take good care of ya, ‘s okay. let it out.”