Thread by @captainhoothoot

#NSFWSktsWeek2023 @sktsweek

Day 01: Firsts (nsfw | Aged up CEO Sakusa | sugar daddy au)

There's a first time for everything. First dates, first kisses, first sexual experiences-

When it comes to first love and his many firsts, for Atsumu,

it belongs to a man older than him by eight years.

A man of great stature and success, he is also 𝘵𝘩𝘦 man who has come to be something more than just a sugar daddy, after months of whatever they have going on between them breaching the fine line of the contract they have.

A man Atsumu has not only come to desire, but love. 

A successful entrepreneur who holds the reins to some of the largest corporate businesses in Japan, and runs his very own company, Itachiyama, Sakusa Kiyoomi doesn’t look like someone who’s turned 30.

Towering over the majority, it's not just his height that commands respect and demands for his presence to be known.

It's how he carries himself everywhere- broad shoulders, tapered waist and toned muscles clad in fitted suits.

Moving with calm, collected poise that it never fails to fuel want from pooling in Atsumu's belly. 

What breaks that composure Sakusa Kiyoomi has?

Atsumu finds out soon enough, when his first night with his sugar daddy leaves him sobbing into soft luxurious sheets he can never afford, as Sakusa pries him open with the blunt head of his girthy cock, carving a space in his body that will be moulded to the older man’s shape.

It keeps him aching the next day, and remembering for the rest of the week.

An earnest want that only grows and builds as he gets to know Sakusa better over the passing weeks that turns into months, Atsumu is in the middle of the crossroads,

debating if what they have between them goes beyond what is written on their contract. 

Recalling the first time he met Sakusa in person to discuss the details of their contract, while Atsumu had his fair share of doubts towards Oikawa’s referral to a high end sugaring site,

he knew he was done for, the moment his eyes rested on seemingly composed features, contradicted by the intensity swirling in emotive eyes that of an inky slate grey. 

It’s his first time falling for somebody so hard.

Atsumu had heard about sugar daddies and the poor reputation it has.Older men seek the company of younger people like himself, gifting them with lavish gifts and money in return.

Someone like himself doesn’t have the right to judge when he has been living life so vicariously.

Make no mistake- Atsumu is no virgin.

He is no stranger to one night stands.

He is not ashamed of navigating through his first year of college as a broke student, seeking pleasure, drowning in the fleeting heat and warmth of another’s body through sex.

Trading it for a temporary night to forget his fears, worries and struggles to bask in a clouded haze, meeting Sakusa changes everything.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴- whatever he has with Sakusa, is Atsumu’s first. 

He isn't used to being pampered like this.

Sure- the relief knowing that he doesn’t have to slog his ass off at his miserable part time job that only covers for his meals, and pays little is one thing.

The intimacy, indulgence and tenderness he is showered with, is another. 

Atsumu has never given up his control to another. Yet, he finds himself falling to his knees obediently,

allowing a man far more experienced and beyond his years to take control, and not just take, but give back things Atsumu never thought he would ever have the luxury of having. 

Unadulterated adoration. Affection. Love.

Perhaps it's foolish of him to think of it as love, but how Sakusa makes him feel, is undeniably a first. 

*

“Sweetheart, what’s got your head in the clouds?” Sakusa murmurs, leaning in to trace his lips against the shell of his ear.

Atsumu shudders.

Sprawled across soft, silken sheets, he can only sob and cling on helplessly to the taller man hovering above him, scrambling for some form of purchase each time powerful hips drive into his heat relentlessly, where he has been filled for the third time.

“Omi-” Atsumu gasps, lungs burning when Sakusa hums and caresses the slight bulge forming on his tummy, “O-𝘖𝘩 𝘨𝘰𝘥, ‘s too much.”

The older man has the cheek to smirk, eyes glinting in fond amusement.

Intertwining slim, dexterous fingers with his own, Sakusa squeezes down on his hand and rocks his hips.

Driving his cock impossibly deep, all the while applying pressure on his belly with his other hand that remains splayed across his lower abdomen, stained with his release,

and precum that dribbles out of his weeping cock, Atsumu wails, vision glazing over with a fresh sheen of tears. 

It’s not fair for him to be feeling so much, so deeply, knowing whatever he has with Sakusa can come to an end, once the contract ends.

“Kiyoomi,” Atsumu hiccups, raking his nails down Sakusa’s back, “I-” 

Concern pools in near jet black eyes, shimmering with flecks of cool, slate grey. Sakusa rests his forehead against his, dark curls tickling his tear stained cheeks.

“Atsumu, love, what’s wrong?”

Atsumu holds back a quiet sob and swallows the knot in his throat, spilling words he knows he will regret, knowing fully well it can go both ways with the man before him, who has allowed him to experience his first love, and so many other firsts.

“I- I can’t do this anymore. Omi- I… I love ya.” 

Bracing himself for rejection, the last thing he expects is for soft, plush lips to meet his, in a chaste kiss that still leaves him breathless, and the tremor in Sakusa’s hushed voice.

Atsumu is not prepared to see the dampness clinging to dark lashes when the older man pulls away with a small, wobbly, tender smile. 

“𝘖𝘩 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵… I love you too, starlight. I’m sorry I never put my feelings into proper words. I should've done so earlier. I-”

Sakusa mumbles, cheeks colouring, “I’ve… never been good at expressing myself through my words, but meeting you, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, has brought out the best in me.

You inspire me, make me happy and I cherish you.”

“Even if I’m younger, and don’t have anything to give ya?”

Sakusa chuckles and strokes his cheek. 

“Atsumu, you’ve given me plenty. More than I could ask for. A home to return to and...

I may not be your first kiss, first time or first love, but I want to be your last everything.”

It takes Atsumu a few seconds to register Sakusa’s words.

Eyes watering, the floodgates open.

He sniffles and chokes up, pulling the latter in for a desperate kiss that is both parts bruising and gratifying.

Whimpering when Sakusa laps at the sensitive roof of his palate, Atsumu allows himself to be swept away by the depth of Sakusa’s love.

There's a first time for everything. First dates, first kisses, first sexual experiences-

When it comes to his first love and his many firsts, for Atsumu, he also knows that Sakusa will also be his last, and only.

//End