Thread by @_kira19_

#UshiSakuAtsu thread inspired by the day 5: "Are you jealous?" prompt of SakuAtsu Week 2023
tw: NSFW, dirty talk

The music was booming and the lights were blinding. Kiyoomi was relying on the glass of whiskey he was sipping from to dull his senses enough to have a good time.

The club was packed enough, since it was a Saturday evening and the fact that two pro-volleyball teams were there as well, didn't help with the lack of space and fresh air.

MSBY and Schweiden Adlers gathered there tonight to relax after the gruesome match they had against-

-each other that day.

And even though Kiyoomi is the type of person who would rather go home and take a bubble bath in order to relax after a match, a quick shower and an an even quicker meal had to do, since Atsumu didn't accept "no" for an answer when it came to team bonding.

And to his surprise, the glass of whiskey and the joyful conversations with his teammates and friends actually relaxed him, bit by bit. That was until he realised Atsumu's absence.

Knowing how much of a party person his boyfriend was, Kiyoomi started to look around the dance floor in search of a platinum blonde attention seeker.

Atsumu was hard to miss and even harder to ignore when he was dancing.

Plush hips swinging left and right, muscly arms waving in the air, plump and firm ass discreetly twerking on the rhythm.

Kiyoomi almost got mesmerised by Atsumu's moves enough to not notice who was dancing alongside his boyfriend.

Ushijima Wakatoshi was standing behind the blond, big hands engulfing Atsumu's small waist and guiding his hips and ass to rub on the taller man's front.

Atsumu wasn't innocent either, his head was thrown back on Wakatoshi's shoulder and occasionally one of the blond's hands-

-was weaving through the other man's short brown hair.

Kiyoomi suddenly felt the whiskey rising up to his head and tinting his cheeks pink. He furrowed his brow and clenched his fist that was laying on the table, when Atsumu turned his head towards him.

The blond was smiling like the little demon that he is, licking his lips and extending his arm towards Kiyoomi's direction, almost like an invitation.

That was also the moment when Wakatoshi lifted his head from Atsumu's hair and noticed Kiyoomi's expression.

The distance and strobe lights weren't helpful, but the raven could swear he saw a faint, mischievous glint in Wakatoshi's eyes.

The curly man stood up and walked towards them with calculated steps, like a panther ready to jump on its prey.

When Kiyoomi was next to them, he grabbed Atsumu by the arm and pulled him away from the tall man and into his own chest. 

"Am I interrupting something?" he asked slightly infuriated, his eyes darting between hazel and honey eyes.

"Ya think so? I was havin' a great time dancin' with Wakatoshi-kun until ya came, so, if ya don't mind" the blond answered with a fake smile, trying to pull back from Kiyoomi's grasp but his arm tightened around the blond even more.

"As a matter of fact, I do mind"

"And why is that, Omi-Omi? Are ya jealous?" Atsumu teased, his grin growing bigger, the same as the glint in his honey eyes.

Kiyoomi scoffed and loosening his grip on Atsumu's waist he looked around, avoiding the question.

He didn't know if the warmth in his cheeks was caused by alcohol or something else, but he hoped the flashing lights of the club would mask the redness.

"I'm sorry, Kiyoomi", Wakatoshi intervened, taking a step towards them and slowly getting closer to the raven's back.

"If I knew that inviting Atsumu on the dancefloor instead of you, would make you like this…" the man whispered in Kiyoomi's ear, feeling the raven's body tense and his breath hitch when his hands wandered down his abdomen, "...I would have done it anyway."

Kiyoomi groaned, Wakatoshi gripped his jaw in his hand and caught his mouth in a desperate kiss. It was tongue, spit, lips, teeth, moans, whines, downright filthy. Wakatoshi's cock, strained in his jeans, was rutting against his ass, while Atsumu's was rutting against his front.

He was groped insatiently by the two men, Atsumu was kissing and biting his neck sloppily, Wakatoshi was defiling his mouth. Kiyoomi felt so used… and so worshipped in the same time, he loved it!

When his mouth was finally free, he felt dizzy, probably from the alcohol intake and the lack of oxygen. He looked down at Atsumu with half lidded eyes, his lovely boyfriend was blushing and breathing heavily.

"Omi… home, please.", he begged with glossy eyes, rutting on Kiyoomi's thigh in order to get the message across. His eyes then darted rapidly between him and Wakatoshi.

"Atsumu is right, Kiyoomi. Let's go home before I fuck both of you right here, in front of everyone.

I bet anyone here would pay big money to watch my beautiful baby boys get cock drunk, but you two offered enough of a show tonight."

And with that, Wakatoshi waved quickly at the table where his teammates and friends were seated, to let them know they were leaving.

Then he took both of his boyfriends by the waist and led them out of the club.

He promised them sex tonight, and he will keep his promise, one way or another. Will he fuck them on his cock, one at a time? Will he make them fuck eachother while he watches? Who knows-

-he has time to think about it on the way home.

~end~

I wanted to post this for the SakuAtsu event, but since it has Ushi in it, it didn't really respect the rules 😅 But I hope you enjoyed my brainrot! 🥺