Thread by @merykristmas2

#NSFWSkts2023
@sktsweek
Day 4 — Confessions + “Why are you blushing?”
NSFW Dacryphilia

Atsumu knew this movie was going to be sad, he just didn’t think it’d be /that/ sad.

It’s too late now to worry about it anyway,

he can’t stop the tears running down his cheeks and whenever he tries to take a deep breath he ends up hiccuping with a little pathetic noise.

It was a known fact that Miya Atsumu was a real cry baby,

it’s not as if the blond was ashamed of it or anything but he and Kiyoomi had only been dating for a couple weeks by now, he didn’t want to scare the guy off.

When his eyes leave the screen long enough to peek at Kiyoomi,

he finds his boyfriend’s eyes completely dry (of course) but also focusing really intensely on the movie he didn’t want to watch. Uh.

It’s hard to tell at first in the lowlight of the living room, but when Atsumu does a double take and squints,

he definitely sees pink tinting the apple of Kiyoomi’s cheeks.

Now Atsumu couldn’t care less about the depressing film, Kiyoomi /never/ blushed for no reason.

“Oi.” The twin calls, sniffling. Sakusa’s lips purse but he doesn’t look over. “Why are you blushin’?”

“I’m not.” He lies.

Reaching out, Atsumu pushes the dark curls back, exposing the side of his face and pierced ear. Sakusa slaps his hand away, but not quickly enough— that was a blush alright.

Sometimes when Atsumu would be a little sappy and would act extra loving,

Sakusa would blush like this, but the blond hadn’t talked in an hour. It was odd.

“Are ya feeling sick?” Atsumu immediately worries, getting on his knees and slipping his hand on Kiyoomi’s forehead, blinking the lingering tears away. “Do ya have a fever?”

Leaning back, his boyfriend tries to escape his hand, pushing his wrist then his arm— they’re half wrestling on the cushions as Kiyoomi exclaims, “Wha— No I’m not, I’m /fine/.” The blond stops fighting but he doesn’t pull back. “Just— watch that fucking movie,

you’ve been whining about it for weeks.”

Ignoring Kiyoomi’s snark is second nature by now.

“Why are ya all red then? Are ya angry?”

“I'm not, but if you keep this up, who knows.“

Atsumu cocks his head, if Kiyoomi wasn’t sick nor angry,

there was only one reason he could be blushing. “Are ya…” Rubbing his sleeves on his wet cheeks, Atsumu sits back down on his heels.

“Are ya embarrassed?” He asks, all quiet.

Maybe Atsumu’s obnoxious crying was so ridiculous Sakusa was embarrassed of him?

Maybe Kiyoomi found him pitiful?

That finally gets Sakusa to look him in the eyes, a frown on his face. “Why would I be embarrassed?”

“Cause I’m cryin’.”

“Well that’s just embarrassing for you, what does that have to do with me?”

When Atsumu pouts, his boyfriend relents.

“Baby.” He makes sure he has the blond’s attention. “I swear, I’m never embarrassed by you, only ever proud.”

See, Kiyoomi says that, but then his hand twitches, almost as if he thought about reaching out but didn’t.

“Then why the hell are ya as red as a fucking tomato—“

Wait.

There was one more reason Kiyoomi would blush.

“Atsumu, I told you—“

“Oh my god. Are ya /horny/ right now?”

Kiyoomi doesn’t even get a chance to lie again, his whole body tenses and Atsumu looks down, snatching the pillow his boyfriend so conveniently held in his lap.

How could Atsumu miss the hint? His boyfriend cuddling a pillow against his chest? Sakusa /hated/ cuddling anything that wasn’t Atsumu.

Sure enough, there’s a bulge in Kiyoomi’s pants. Atsumu’s mouth is left hanging open.

“Are ya serious right now?”

“What?” Kiyoomi snaps but he’s all defensive. “I’m not allowed to pop random boners anymore? I’m only a man, Atsumu.”

“Oh please.” Atsumu scoffs. He pokes Kiyoomi’s cock, his boyfriend’s hips jerking back. “This isn’t a random one, I know ya.”

“Oh so you’re a connoisseur of my dick now?”

“Yes.” They were literally watching a movie about people dying, why the hell would Sakusa be horny right now? “What on earth about that movie made ya go: I'd love to fuck right now—“

Sakusa drops his head back, his put upon sigh cutting Atsumu off. “It’s not about the movie, you dumbass.”

Well that was a relief.

“Then what is it—“

“What is it always?” Kiyoomi asks, picking up his head to give a pointed look to his boyfriend.

“Me?” The blond squeaks.

He knew he was hot as hell, but in his ratty pajamas and with his face all blotchy and red, he wouldn’t exactly call himself boner worthy right now. “But… I was just crying my eyes out.”

Like magic, Kiyoomi’s blush spreads to his neck. He even averts his eyes.

And that’s when Atsumu finally gets it.

“Wait.” No way. “It turns ya on when I cry?”

Kiyoomi is focusing on a plant by his desk.

“So what if it does?” He grumbles moodily.

“That’s—“

That’s what, exactly? The blond takes a second to really, properly think about it.

Atsumu’s always been in touch with his feelings.

He cries when he’s happy, when he’s sad, when he’s overwhelmed and when he’s numb; crying always felt great to him, a way to let it all out.

Even after their last game, he had cried when they won, but Kiyoomi didn’t see it because he ran away to the locker room and—

Oh.

Glancing at Kiyoomi’s lap, finding what he knows to be his big cock confined but so eager to be set free, tenting the fabric so high,

a moist spot at the tip— It wasn’t about the crying for anymore, it was about how affected Kiyoomi seemed to be.

They had great sex before even if they kept it mostly vanilla,

but now the blond wonders what the man he loves would look like all wild and desperate for Atsumu’s tears.

After a beat, he shyly asks, “And so? What are you thinking?”

Licking his lips, Atsumu offers him a little smirk. “I’m thinkin’ this could be lots of fun.”

And so that’s how he finds out Kiyoomi has a crying kink.

At first Atsumu isn’t really sure how it’s supposed to work, he never cried during sex before, because that would mean it was bad, right? So how is he supposed to cry his eyes out if he’s enjoying it?

Laid bare on Sakusa’s bed later that night, he feels dumb he ever questioned it.

A cock ring stretched tight over his balls and dick as Kiyoomi abuses his prostate with a vibrator, he is very much crying. He doesn’t know how long they’ve been at it,

it feels like an eternity but he knows it can’t have been that long.

Atsumu experimented with edging before, but pair that with denial, overstimulation and the love of his life going crazy for him, the blond has never felt anything quite like it.

“F-fuck, Omi, p-please. I—“

Kiyoomi is right here to shush him, leaning down to press a kiss in his sweaty hair. “It’s okay baby, I’ve got you.”

When he pulls the toy out, the blond hiccups and whines.

The tears in his eyes escape every now and then and at first Atsumu had the stupid reflex of hiding his face in a pillow to hide them. Kiyoomi had been quick to fist his hair and expose his flushed face again, so he wouldn’t miss a thing.

When he can think clearly enough again,

he realizes Kiyoomi is lubing up his cock, the tip as red as his cheeks. “Are ya— Are—“

He can’t even speak anymore, but Sakusa understands him all the same.

“Yeah, I’m gonna fuck you now.” Finally. “Think you can take it?”

A legitimate question when Atsumu’s cock is still stuck in the ring.

But he’s never been one to give up easily.

“Yeah.” He breathes out, nodding once and the smile blooming on Sakusa’s face is hypnotizing.

“That’s my boy.” He whispers as he lines up.

Atsumu’s hand fist the sheets in anticipation.

Sakusa made sure to choose a toy way smaller than him, so when he pushes in, Atsumu feels him carving his way in, filling him up so full and wide.

It’s a little too much, Atsumu’s face contorts around a soft noise.

“Breathe baby.” Sakusa reminds by his ear. He gasps in a deep breath, body relaxing with it. “That’s it.”

Then his boyfriend starts moving, slowly, and Atsumu doesn’t even know what he’s feeling anymore. He’s twisting onto Sakusa’s cock, overstimulated,

but his legs are wrapping around the trim waist and the heat in his stomach is maddeningly soothing.

He doesn’t realize he’s steadily crying until Sakusa curses and his dick twitches in tight heat.

“Fuck Atsumu.” He snaps his hips, the blond cries out.

He’s not really in control of his limbs anymore, but when a sob shakes his throat, his body tries to muffle it.

Sakusa grabs his jaw, forcing his mouth open. “Let it out hon, come on.” His hips grind so deep, his dick is /so/ hard. “I’m here, it’s me, you can let it out.”

Atsumu relishes in the comforting tone, in the familiar hand and the thumb hooked in his mouth. He never thought he’d be able to be so vulnerable with someone, he loves Kiyoomi so much he’d trust him with his life.

So the blond starts to sob, completely unabashed and loud now as his tears double.

He was so, so wrong, there is a way for him to enjoy sex and cry at the same time. It’s not that it feels bad, it’s that he feels so fucking good his mind can’t keep up.

Hiccups and shameful noises are fucked out of him as he chokes on Sakusa’s fingers and holds onto the sheets with all he has.

“Omi.” He slurs among the crying, chest shaking. “Omi, oh god, fuck—“

“How do you feel baby, give me your color.”

He doesn’t hesitate. “Green.” He gasps, snot and saliva running down his chin. “F-fucking green.”

The confirmation pushes Kiyoomi to drive his hips faster, harder, his other hand teasing Atsumu’s painful erection.

The blond has never seen his boyfriend like this, the way he’s looking at him, bruising his hips— It drives him /insane/.

“Look at you.” Kiyoomi groans, his voice trembling with want.

“So, fucking, perfect for me.” He grunts, slamming into Atsumu with each word pressed into his jaw.

The blond can’t stop crying but he doesn’t want to anyway, not when it affects Kiyoomi like this.

His throat is going raw, his entire face and neck feel so sticky but he could not care less as his boyfriend licks every last tear away.

//fin
I've been wanting to write Dacryphillia since I've read Prof's thread (qt below) and I thought these prompts would work well with it! :)

Go read Prof's (@pistol3hearts) fic 👀👀

https://twitter.com/pistol3hearts/status/1615435205837484032?s=46&t=9MO6vDX3NP_quc_jUb3bdw