Thread by @squidlywhiplash

#NSFWSktsWeek2023 college, firsts, “I trust you more than anyone else”, nsfw

The word trust was not synonymous with Atsumu. He wasn’t a frat boy, but he partied enough to be mistaken for one, drank enough that his piss was toxic, and was a certified player.

All of this was to say that he did not deserve Sakusa Kiyoomi– resident pretty boy– in his lap right now, looking down at him like he held the moon and stars.

Loud music thumped from below, making sure they couldn’t forget exactly where they were.

In some random bedroom, hoping that one of them had remembered to lock the door.

Normally, Atsumu didn’t give a shit who saw him fucking. Let them have a look as his bare ass while he banged some twink. Who cared?

And yet the thought of someone looking at /his/ Omi with hungry eyes made his lip curl.

Atsumu had worked hard to befriend Kiyoomi. Harder than he’d ever worked even to get someone into bed with him, and now he was reaping the sweet, sweet rewards.

Atsumu reached up, brushing a dark curl away from those pretty moles’ he wanted to say that it wasn’t tender, because he didn’t /do/ tender….but it was tender.

“Atsumu….”

“Yeah Omi,” god, even his voice was softer, what was this boy doing to him?

“I want you to have it.”

Have it… have what?

“I’ll take anythin’ yer willin’ to give me baby,” aww, there it was. That adorable little look he got on his face everytime Atsumu called him baby. “Though I would like ta know what it is ya want ta give me.”

Kiyoomi tickled his long, cool fingers against Atsumu’s nape as he whispered, “My virginity. I want you to take it,”

Atsumu smirked (beamed), and leaned up to brush his lips to Kiyoomi’s own, “Oh yeah? Ya sure?”

He had to be sure, because Atsumu wouldn't accept less than 100%.

“I trust you more than anyone else,” Kiyoomi confessed, “and I don’t want to wait anymore.”

Trust.

Atsumu didn’t deserve that trust. Not when he had a history of wandering eyes, wandering hands, and wandering lips.

Though, since meeting Sakusa Kiyoomi, there had been a lot less wandering. Not none.

Oh no, he had to catch this pretty boy’s eye somehow.

Making out with other people in front of him. Talking about his experiences in bed while they worked on a school project together

(yes, they still got work done for all the prudes out there wondering), and making sure his ringer was up so that Kiyoomi knew how popular he was.

None of these things seemed to be the thing that ensnared Kiyoomi in his web. Yes, they helped to prove that Kiyoomi did care.

The furrowed brows, hidden scowls, and off-hand comments made that obvious enough, but it was Atsumu’s care for him that changed their relationship.

Atsumu kept mental notes on Kiyoomi’s favorite teas, favorite snacks, favorite bands, favorite shows, anything and everything.

At first it had been on purpose, people did love to feel special after all, but then it’d become habit. A habit that led to this moment.

Atsumu had something precious, he knew that. If he were a better man, a /stronger/ man, he’d say something like,

“ya deserve to be worshiped in yer in yer own bed,” or “just give me a little time, I wanna make it special for ya,”

But Miya Atsumu had been patient. He’d waited, using his own hand more than he had since high school and he didn’t want to wait any more than Kiyoomi did.

Instead, he surged up to kiss Kiyoomi, turning them until Kiyoomi was underneath him and swearing, “I’m gonna make it so good for ya baby.”

As good as it could be with the risk of being walked in on looming over their heads, in a strangers bed.

Kiyoomi’s clothes came off surprisingly easily. He didn’t shy away or try to cover up like most virgins did. No, he just spread his legs wide and pulled Atsumu in close so that they could keep kissing.

Kissing. One of the things that Atsumu had had the pleasure of teaching him.

No longer was his tongue awkward and sloppy as he licked into Atsumu’s mouth. No longer did he fumble or hesitate. They’d spent hours doing just this, and feeling him be confident had Atsumu twitching in his jeans.

“Off,” Kiyoomi mumbled, tugging at Atsumu’s clothes.

“Mmm, not yet baby,” Atsumu said, beginning his decent down Kiyoomi’s body with wet, hot kisses. Knowing this sweet, innocent boy had never felt anything like Atsumu’s mouth on his cock, “gotta make sure I can keep it together until I can fuck ya. Yer just too pretty to risk it.”

Normally, saying such a thing was just a line. Something to make his partner feel special, and make them more receptive to him. But, of course, he meant it this time.

With every inch of skin he touched, Atsumu could feel himself getting harder, more desperate.

He knew Kiyoomi would need it slow the first time. Getting to keep doing this relied on Atsumu’s patience and care for his first experience.

And Atsumu wanted there to be /many/ more times. He’d get Kiyoomi as proficient as sex as he had kissing, and what a treat that would be.

Still, by the time Atsumu got his mouth on Kiyoomi’s cock, and a finger in his ass, he was more than enthusiastic.

Kiyoomi was tight, like a goddamn vice around Atsumu’s finger….fingers (he couldn’t resist) and now Atsumu was really drooling for it.

“Ya ever touched yerself here before Omi?” he asked, toying with the head of Kiyoomi’s cock as the man underneath him writhed. When he didn’t get a response, he tried again, “Omi?”

“O-once,” Kiyoomi gasped, “I wanted,” an audible swallow,

“I wanted to know what it’d feel like when you fucked me”

Atsumu stilled for just a moment, fighting down a laugh as he took in Kiyoomi’s words

/what a cutie/

He was quick to move back up his body, kissing the corner of Kiyoomi’s mouth, and rolling his bulge into Kiyoomi’s ass

“Do ya really think… that a couple fingers is anythin’ compared ta me?” he teased, low and husky, “huh Omi?”

“Atsumu,” he whined, thrusting back against the friction that Atsumu was giving him, “I’m ready, please.”

/I’ll be the judge of that/ Atsumu thought,

but truth was, he was ready. Atsumu wasn’t just good with his mouth after all.

A little extra lube, and they’d be all good to go.

Still, he couldn’t help but tease just a liiiitle more.

“Ya sure. I was gonna give it another five minutes, maybe ten just to be safe.”

Kiyoomi’s eye actually twitched, before he started to shake his head. “Atsumu….” aww, he was trying to be threatening, how adorable.

“Just teasin’,” Atsumu assured, moving until he could sit back on his heels and pull his shirt over his head.

It didn’t take long to strip.

Shoes, socks, jeans, underwear– cock slapping against his stomach as it was freed.

Kiyoomi’s eyes were wide as he stared at Atsumu’s fully hard cock. He’d expected that, but he hadn’t expected the heat to wash through /him/ just to have Kiyoomi’s eyes on that part of him.

Atsumu crawled back over Kiyoomi, getting nice and close as he kissed him deep, “Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of ya. Make ya feel better than you’ve ever felt.”

He managed to get the condom on with one hand (child’s play considering his rapt sheet) and then

he was pushing forward, keeping Kiyoomi’s mouth occupied while the little bottom stretched and accommodated him.

Being fully seated inside was nearly euphoric. The way Kiyoomi trembled and clenched had Atsumu spilling praises he didn’t even know he was capable of.

It was near impossible to keep still. To let Kiyoomi feel and adjust for the very first time, but Atsumu gave him the time he needed, breathing hard into Kiyoomi’s neck as he pressed intermittent kisses there.

When Kiyoomi’s heels nudged against his ass, Atsumu knew he could move; pulled out nice and slow before rocking forward again.

Kiyoomi was silent, breaths rough as he took in every new sensation, but here soon, Atsumu would have him screaming.

They were both so focused on each other. Atsumu on bringing Kiyoomi back to full hardness, and Kiyoomi trying to match the rhythm of their bodies, that they didn’t notice the door opening.

Feminine giggles had Atsumu’s head whipping to the side,

locking on the drunk couple in the doorway.

Atsumu made eye contact with the man, taking in his glazed eyes and wandering hands.

“Get out,” he warned, trying to shield Kiyoomi’s body with his own as best he could.

“Woah bro, sorry bout that,” the frat guy slurred,“gotta lock doors around here man,’ but he didn’t argue as he and the girl walked back from where they came from.

“Atsumu,”

“Sorry Omi I–”

“Move,” Kiyoomi demanded, pleaded really, and all apologies melted off of Atsumu tongue.

Ah, so his baby was feeling desperate then, huh? He couldn’t have that, no, no, no.

Atsumu folded his hands around Kiyoomi’s head, holding his face as he started to thrust, /really/ started to thrust. Knocking the breath out of Kiyoomi’s lungs kind of thrusts.

“Ah, ah!” Kiyoomi cried, able to do nothing now but hold on for dear life.

“Fuck baby, fuck!” Atsumu cursed, hips faltering as he fought for control. He really was a fucking vice, jesus christ.

“Atsumu,” Kiyoomi moaned.

“Louder,” Atsumu goaded.

Let them all hear.

“Atsumu!”

Atsumu groaned, reaching down to fist Kiyoomi’ss cock and bring him closer to that delicious edge, “Just like that baby, absolutely perfect,”

Atsumu’s reward? Watching Kiyoomi’s face scrunch and lips part as he came, writhing on Atsumu’s cock.

Atsumu should’ve been a good top, should’ve worked Kiyoomi through the best orgasm of his life and then some, but his own hit him like a goddamn train and he was too busy sealing his hips right up into Kiyoomi’s as he spilled into the condom.

So much for the player life, because he was addicted to Sakusa Kiyoomi.

In fact, he was going to put a ring on that pretty little finger one day.

Bet on it.