Thread by @honeybreaths

nsfw #sakuatsu // richt brat!omi, (somewhat) brat tamer!atsumu, slight begging

"Miya, refill my glass, will you?" Kiyoomi asked as he shifted on his lounger and pushed his sunglasses (of which Atsumu didn't even want to know the price) up his nose.

"Miya," Kiyoomi's voice sounded again because apparently, Atsumu didn't walk 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 enough.

"I heard you loud and clear," the blond grumbled and refilled the other's glass. With plain water that is, because Kiyoomi was a boring ass.

A rich one, too, otherwise Atsumu wouldn't be here right now: on the Sakusa's family yacht, working as some kind of 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵 (he had no clue himself, it was his mother who applied him to this job).

She said he needed to earn some money; Atsumu turned 19 last year and he couldn't live under his mother's roof forever.

However, if he had known that some entitled, stuck-up, rich asshole would order him around like a personal slave then 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, he would've never showed up.

"Any other wish," Atsumu asked, hissing out the last word which made Kiyoomi wrinkle his nose.

"Your highness?" he added because he knew that would get on the other's nerves.

If Atsumu had to endure all this condescending talk from someone whose family just got more money than his (Kiyoomi and him were even the same age, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘴' 𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘦!) then he could at least

sweeten his time a little by riling the other up.

Kiyoomi was your typical, rich brat who didn't deserve any other treatment other than a good beating; at least in Atsumu's opinion.

"Drop that mocking tone immediately," Kiyoomi warned and raised his sunglasses so Atsumu was able to see his eyes and then the glare which Kiyoomi sent him.

Spoiled fucker.

He clicked his tongue and walked away, maybe he could spend some time in the kitchen to hide away - and to maybe chat a little with the friendly cook.

If only Kiyoomi was a little less...𝘒𝘪𝘺𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘪.

The first time Atsumu had laid eyes on him, he's gonna be honest, his heart skipped a beat because 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬, Kiyoomi was so damn pretty. Those thighs, those dark eyes, those cute little moles and those silky curls - everything seemed perfect about him.

And then Atsumu talked to him - if you could even call it that. Kiyoomi ordered him around, made snarky comments about his looks, complained about his behavior and fucking 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 and whatever seemed to make Atsumu Atsumu.

He closed the door as he went down under deck. That brat, Atsumu thought and placed the tray he had been carrying a little too hard on the counter, almost breaking it. That guy needed that brattiness fucked outta him.

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About three hours later, Atsumu found himself knocking on Kiyoomi's door. Apparently the guy had requested some extra towles which caused the blond's mind to wander a bit.

For what exactly? 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘫𝘦𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘰𝘧𝘧, he laughed and shook his head.

Kiyoomi opened the door a minute later, wearing his usual scowl.

"What took you so long?" he complained and literally, could that guy do anything else 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 it?

Kiyoomi reached for the towles in Atsumu's hand but before he could get a hand on them, Atsumu pulled them away.

Kiyoomi raised an eyebrow which screamed 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨?

Atsumu glared back.

"Give them to me, Miya."

"Oh, and what if I don't want to?" Atsumu had always been good at picking fights over the simplest things - having a twin had its pro and cons.

"Then count your fucking—"

Before Kiyoomi could finish that sentence, Atsumu pushed him back, stepping into the other's room and locking the door behind him.

"What," he saw Kiyoomi's adam's apple bob, "what are you doing?"

"Oh, me?" Atsumu smirked at the other and stepped closer until his face was only mere inches away from Kiyoomi's. "Nothing, just teaching you some manners."

Kiyoomi yelped as he was thrown on the bed and he tried to kick Atsumu in the face with his foot but the blond just grabbed him by the ankle to stop him. It was a rather slim ankle, he had to realize.

"Fuck you!" Kiyoomi spat and kept on struggling. "Fuck you, what the 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 are you doing!"

"Listen," Atsumu said, growing frustrated with the other beneath him. He grabbed Kiyoomi's wrists and pinned them down above his head.

"If you don't want this, fine, but do you know what I think?"

Atsumu saw the brief flickering in Kiyoomi's dark eyes. The blond leaned down to stare into them. "I believe you actually want this—"

"Fuck you! You don't get to tell me what I want and what not—"

"Can't you be quiet for one, goddamn second, fuck," Atsumu hissed and pressed Kiyoomi's cheeks together with his index finger and thumb. "You're acting like a brat again and it's so fucking annoying," he loosened the grip and sighed in defeat. "This is pointless, I'm leaving—"

But Kiyoomi was faster than him. The raven grabbed Atsumu by the collar and pulled him down to smash their lips together. And 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬, they felt amazing, tasting just like the strawberries Atsumu had to get Kiyoomi earlier.

Atsumu groaned into Kiyoomi's mouth, opening it slightly so the other could slide his tongue in. Warm, wet, hot - Atsumu could get drunk on this.

When they parted, he looked down to see Kiyoomi already staring at him.

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"So I was right," he smirked and Kiyoomi really did a poor job at hiding his flush. "Needy baby is just bratty because nobody wants to fuck him," he cooed and started to mouth at Kiyoomi's soft neck.

A moan escaped his lips as Atsumu began to suck a hickey just below Kiyoomi's ear. Atsumu wanted to hear more of that, he wanted Kiyoomi to scream his name, to cry and beg for it - 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬.

"Miya—"

"Ah-Ah," the blond silenced him. "You're either calling me by my name now or I'm out the door,"

"Fuck you!" Kiyoomi cursed and let his head fall back on the mattress as Atsumu's hands travelled down his sides.

"Not yet, sugar plum," Atsumu smirked and played with Kiyoomi's waistband. "Come on," he breathed in the other's ear, "say it."

"N-noo𝘰𝘩𝘩—," Kiyoomi moaned again when Atsumu's hand dipped past the waistband, straight into the other's boxers.

"You were saying?" Atsumu smirked again. He had so much fun playing with Kiyoomi - fuck, just why hadn't he done anything sooner?

"At- Atsumu," he whimpered. "Atsumu, fuck me—!"

"There you go," Atsumu nuzzled Kiyoomi's cheek as he opened drawer after drawer in hope of finding any lube.

"I'm gonna be so good to you," he said and Kiyoomi keened. Rolling his eyes and head back as Atsumu finally started to finger him.

"And you're gonna be so good for me, too, won't you?" he punctated his two fingers directly at Kiyoomi's prostate. "Right?"

"Yes!" Kiyoomi cried and arched his back off the mattress. "Yes! Just— 𝘢𝘩, 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬, 𝘢𝘩𝘩𝘩— just fuck me already!"

"Still as inpatient as ever," Atsumu laughed but he didn't mind for once. "But don't worry, I will," he breathed out as he already aligned himself with Kiyoomi's quivering hole.

"Hurry up, hurry 𝘶𝘱𝘱—" Kiyoomi whined when Atsumu didn't push in past the tip. "𝘕𝘰𝘰𝘰,"

"How about you say please for once?"

"Fuck you!" and Atsumu was really surprised that 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘒𝘪𝘺𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘪 had the 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘶𝘵𝘴 to still cuss him out right now.

The blond slid a hand up to Kiyoomi's inner thigh and squeezed it. Fuck, so squishy, so 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. "Not if you don't ask nicely," Atsumu grinned as a tear of frustration rolled down Kiyoomi's cheek.

"I hate you," he sobbed and moaned again when Atsumu pushed the tip of his cock slightly in and out. "I— 𝘩𝘢𝘢𝘢, 𝘧𝘶𝘶𝘶𝘤𝘬— I hate you—!"

Atsumu wiped another rolling tear away with his thumb and grinned down to a struggling Kiyoomi.

"Please—" Kiyoomi finally gave in, "𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦—"

"Was that so hard now?" Atsumu grinned mischievously and slammed into Kiyoomi who moaned sinfully loud. Atsumu wondered if he cared about if anyone could hear them? Probably not, considering Kiyoomi's arrogance and ego.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Atsumu breathed and fastened his thrusts. "So warm and tight,"

"Atsumu— 𝘈𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘶—"

"That's right, sugar plum," he grinned, "scream my name so that everyone on this shitty yacht knows who you spread your pretty, long legs for."

// fin
had this thought for a while now and wow, the first thread i manage to write again and it's smut HAHA