Thread by @squidlywhiplash

#NSFWSktsWeek2023 one bed, unconscious grinding + more, nsfw

Atsumu was having a great dream. Not a /good/ dream, where you got a promotion or got to fly or whatever.

No, it was definitely a sex dream, and a great one.

Firm pressure against his ass, hot breath as his neck, and the throbbing of his cock that told him him he was having a fantasitc time.

The details were a little hazy.

He didn’t know /who/ was fucking him in this dream, only that he was enjoying it.

He didn’t know how they’d gotten here, or why, and he was also pretty sure that they’d skipped a ton of steps right before jumping to the sex.

He could totally believe that it was all a dream, until there was a moan in his ear loud enough that his eyes peeled open.

The room was dark, he was warm, and there was something moving at his back.

Humping, actually.

There was also a strong arm around his waist that hadn’t been there before, and the distinct /lack/ of space that he and Sakusa Kiyoomi had had between them when they’d fallen asleep.

Sakusa Fucking Kiyoomi, Mr. “I’m a professional Miya, I can share a damn bed” was humping him in his sleep.

And it felt fucking good too.

Atsumu had caught glances of what Sakusa was working with in the locker room, and now he was feeling all that glory though his thin boxers.

Fucking hell.

“Mn,” Sakusa whimpered, grinding into Atsumu’s ass and making Atusmu feel the /wet/.

Shit, he’d leaked through his own boxers enough that Atsumu could feel it too. The knowledge was enough that Atsumu’s cock twitched, heat flushing though his body and

picking up right where his wet dream had left off.

Sakusa’s hand was splayed over his stomach, pinky dangerously close to dipping under Atsumu’s waistband.

Atsumu was a terrible enough person to wish that it would. The grinding plus a little something to rub his dick against?

Yeah, that’d be enough.

This had to be taking advantage right? Except, Kiyoomi had started tis whole thing. Atsumu was still on his side of the bed, and he was the one being held captive.

Sakusa had taken advantage of his sleeping, innocent body (while also sleeping, but that was besides the point) so Atsumu had the right to enjoy this.

Or something like that.

Except, he couldn’t see anything.

What kind of face was Sakusa making?

How did his body move?

Was he flushed?

Biting his lip?

Furrowing his eyebrows in concentration?

Atsumu was a visual guy, so this whole back to front thing was just not cutting it.

It was wrong–so, so wrong– but with careful movements, Atsumu slowly turned over,

moving under Sakusa’s arm until they were face to face.

Like this, it didn’t matter that the room was dark. Atsumu’s eyes had adjusted and he could see just fine.

The way Sakusa’s lips were moving, silent but obviously forming words, and the little hitches in his breath?

Well Atsumu could hear them loud and clear like this.

Not only that, but the sudden movement against his cock had Atsumu gasping, trying to be quiet as all that pressure rolled into him.

Fuck, Sakusa was really moving, chasing after his own high in his sleep without thought for anything else.

It was hot. Really fucking hot and truly, Atsumu would give anything to know what it was he was dreaming about that had him like this.

Was it some faceless man like the one from Atsumu’s dream, or did Sakusa have a muse

Oh hell.

Could he be dreaming about Atsumu?

It wasn’t totally out of the realm of possibility. Atsumu’s face had been the last one Sakusa saw before he slept, and the mind was impressionable.

Things would’ve been find if he kept letting Sakusa have his way with him. Fine, fine, fine

But Atsumu didn’t do just /fine/. He wasn’t one to sit idly by while someone else did all the work. He wasn’t just a visual guy, no, he was also a hands on man and

to have someone as perfect as Sakusa Kiyoomi grinding on him, just brought out somwthing a little devilish.

It had him rolling his hips forward at just the right moment, making his fingers spasm with the sharp burst of arousal that followed just as Sakusa’s eyes flew open.

He was bleary, disoriented, rightly so

But also horny.

Horny, on edge, and confused.

It wouldn’t be right to leave him like that.

Oh no. No that just wasn’t cool at all.

Atsumu reached around, grabbed a hand full of that ass he fantasized about

in his free moments on the court and dragged Sakusa in for a downright dirty grind.

“C’mon Omi, I know yer close,” then, just because he needed Sakusa to know just who’d put this train into motion he added, “finish what ya started.”

That’s right, he’d started this, but Atsmu would make damn sure he finshed it.

Sakusa cursed under his breath, something like “fucking Miya” before he went for it, smashing his mouth into Atsumu’s and picking up the same pace, but his time, consciously.

Frotting AND kisses, Atsumu had to be the luckiest man on earth.

And to be completely clear, he gave just as good as he got, and within a minute he had both of their boxers pushed down and out of the way.

Friction was good, but naked friction?

Leagues better, and from the way Sakusa was moaning, or trying not to, Atsumu knew he agreed.

Atsumu wanted to reach a hand down and take them both into his capable palm, but the risk of ruining the rhythm they had going was too great.

He’d cum like this, with a tongue in his mouth and the knowledge that he was doing this with /Sakusa/.

“Atsumu,” Sakusa groaned, head tilting back, neck straining.

He was right there, Atsumu could see it.

He used two hands this time, dragging Sakusa into him by his ass and giving him the extra pressure he needed to cum, mouth wide open, silent scream trapped in his throat.

“That’s right,” Atsumu encouraged, working him through it, “that’s right, look at ya, goddamn.”

Sakusa’s head thrashed on the pillow as he friction turned grating on his sensitive cock, “Atsumu, c’mon.”

He wasn’t selfish though, no, he’d fight through that sensitivity until Atsumu came.

His Omi-Omi was so thoughtful.

It took one more look at Sakusa’s face and then Atsumu was cumming too, spilling onto their tummies with a handful of strong thrusts.

There was a stretch of silence as they both came down, both realized what they’d done, and who they’d done it with.

Seeing as Atsumu wasn’t upset about it (at all), he was the one to lean in for another kiss, waiting with bated breath to see if Sakusa would reject him now that he was fully lucid.

But again, Atsumu was a lucky, /lucky/ man, so he got to kiss Sakusa until they both fell asleep again.