#sakuatsu // family fluff & antics, a day at the beach ๐ด
The sun was hot and ruthlessly shining down on them that one even started to boil while lying in the shadow of an umbrella.
"I don't wanna apply sunscreeeeeeen," Kimiko wailed as Kiyoomi gently rubbed the
sunscreen into her soft skin. "๐๐ข๐ฑ๐ข๐ข๐ข๐ข๐ข,"
"No buts," Kiyoomi replied and grabbed the tube behind him. "It's important otherwise you'll get a sun burn," he said, "and those are huge ouchies."
"But daddy doesn't apply it either!" Kimiko kept protesting in Kiyoomi's hold, who sent a glare in Atsumu's direction.
The blond was sitting opposite to him on their blanket, currently helping his son with putting on his (in Atsumu's opinion, ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด) neon green floaties.
"Oh yes, he does," Kiyoomi spoke before his husband could say anything to that matter.
"Omi..."
Atsumu didn't even ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ sunscreen! What was his husband on about?
Another glare was sent in his direction. ๐๐ฆ ๐ข ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฅ๐ด, ๐๐ต๐ด๐ถ๐ฎ๐ถ, it said and fuck if Kiyoomi wasn't right. (Still, he huffed in his mind at the mere thought of putting on sunscreen...
He hated it, it was so cold and sticky, bleh.)
"Well," Atsumu smiled at their daughter, "you heard your pa. Sunscreen is important!"
Kimiko kept on pouting but at least she wasn't putting up a fight anymore. Oh, whose genes she must've inherited...
"There, all done," Kiyoomi spoke, booping his daughter's nose which made her giggle. There was now a small white dot on it.
"Yay!" she yelled. "Now water, now water!"
"How about we build a sandcastle first, Kimi, mm?" Atsumu proposed as he ruffled his son's hair.
"Yes!" she immediately agreed, nodding her head furiously. Kiyoomi could literally see the stars in her eyes and he had to try his best not to cry out of mere cuteness.
"Let's go, Karu!" Kimiko said and started to drag her brother along.
"Wait, you forgot your hats!" Kiyoomi yelled after them but off they were. He sighed.
"Don't worry, their tiny legs can't get them far," Atsumu laughed, took their children's two hats and jogged after them.
With a fond look, Kiyoomi looked after them. He saw how Atsumu scooped their daughter up as if it was nothing. He spun them around, erupting laughter out of the both of them. Karu stood beside them, with grabby hands and Kiyoomi
could only figure that he wanted a ride on "daddy carousel", too.
Kiyoomi had to wonder what he did in his past live to deserve this family - a wonderful and loving husband (who was also the bane of his existence) and two beautiful children.
Kiyoomi always thought he wasn't a family person, that forming one would be hard and difficult. That even finding a ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ณ would be one of the greater tasks but... Atsumu just waltzed into his life like it was nothing.
Loving someone had never been so easy.
He smiled again as he leaned back on the lounger they'd brought along. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
He always thought he wasn't a beach-enjoyer either yet here he was, inhaling the fresh air which smelled like the sea.
Funny, isn't it, how many things can change throughout one's life.
----
"Daddy, move," his son said and he could count himself lucky that Atsumu didn't have a bad
hearing since Hikaru tended to speak in a rather quiet voice - ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ค๐ฆ๐ณ๐ต๐ข๐ช๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ.
His son walked past him with his little bucket, which he had just filled with wet sand.
"Karu, not there!" Kimiko yelled and pushed her brother's bucket aside.
Atsumu could already see his son's bottom lip wobble - Hikaru didn't like being yelled at - and Atsumu was just about to say something when his daughter continued speaking in a calmer voice: "That's gonna be the garden! Place the tower here!"
She showed Hikaru where he could plop down the wet sand and Atsumu smiled at the gesture. Their daughter could get a little wild sometimes but she was such a sweetheart who Atsumu (and Kiyoomi of course, too) loved very much.
Just like their son who might be a little shy but still somehow managed to wear his heart on his sleeve.
"Daddy why aren't you helping?" Kimiko's scolding tone pulled him back to reality.
"I am!" he retorted, "I am sending you the mental strenght to finish this sandcastle.
Someone's gotta be the brain!"
"๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐บ!"
"Okay, okay!" he stood up from where he was sitting in the sand a few feet away from them. Apparently neither of his children were content with his answer. ๐๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ง. "Well? What do I gotta do?"
They maybe spent a good twenty minutes on the sandcastle and they even placed a tiny cocktail umbrella on top of one of the towers.
Atsumu glanced over to his children who were playing in the shallow water and maybe he got a little emotional watching them play so carefree.
He still remembered the days vividly where each of them was born and now look at them - they were already six and four years old.
Really, just where has all the time gone?
He looked back over his shoulder to their blanket where Kiyoomi was seemingly sleeping peacefully.
He smiled.
"Daddy, play with us!" Kimiko yelled and waved him over.
"Again?" he squeezed his eyes shut because ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฏ, the sun was blinding him.
"Yes!"
"Why don't you ask papa?" he returned because it was about time Kiyoomi and Atsumu switched places. He loved their kids to death but ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ด, they really had unlimited energy.
Like bouncing balls.
"He's sleeping though..." Hikaru trailed off.
At that, Atsumu smirked. He had the perfect solution for that. "Karu, lend me your bucket for a minute, please?"
----
Kiyoomi took back everything he had said earlier - the moment the cold and ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ต water hit his face, the moment he was disturbed from his precious nap and the moment he heard Atsumu's hyena laugh joined by two high-pitched giggles.
"YOUโ"
++
"Papa, you looked funny!" Kimiko giggled loudly.
"You should've seen your face," Atsumu laughed.
"Oh yeah?" he replied, getting out of the lounger and immediately making his husband stop laughing - ๐ฐ๐ฉ, ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ธ ๐ฆ๐น๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ญ๐บ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ.
"Run!" their son declared and ๐บ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฉ, might not be a bad idea, Atsumu thought.
"Get back here!" Kiyoomi screamed racing after them.
They didn't care that people were staring, in fact, they didn't even care what they might probably be thinking of them.
It was just the way they are.
Their life was filled with happiness, with lots of laughing and giggling and it was especially filled with love - coming from all sides!
And as Kiyoomi was ready to murder his husband at a public beach in front of their children, he might as well be the happiest person alive.
// fin
always love the idea of atsu and omi having a son and daughter ๐ฅน
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nsfw #atsukage // fingering, bottsumu ft. trans!atsu
"Ahโ ๐๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ช๐ฐโ" Atsumu moaned and threw his head back, settling it on his boyfriend's shoulder.
His arched back was pressed against Kageyama's firm chest as three of his boyfriend's fingers
were buried deep inside his wet cunt.
Obscene squelching sounds filled the room, along with Atsumu's loud whimpers and moans. It reeked of sweat and sex but neither of them cared.
"๐๐ถ๐ค๐ฌโ" Atsumu mewled when Kageyama started to rub small, tight circles on his clit with his thumb. "๐๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ช๐ฐโ ๐๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ช๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฉโ more, please, ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆโ"
sakuatsuiwaoi and they're all omegas who are just so, /so/ unbelievably horny.
Whenever they have sex, you never know where one omega ends and the other starts.
their bedsheets of their king sized bed (so all of them can fit, you know?) always get ruined in the process - from all the slick and spit and sweat.
they love using toys on each other, love to clamp two of them together by their pretty little nipples, while the other two fuck them with knotting toys or vibrators
Atsumu didn't know what was up with his boyfriend. They weren't fighting at the moment and Kiyoomi actually had seemingly no reason to ignore or be mad at Atsumu. At least that's what he hoped.
And yet Kiyoomi had been sulking on the couch all day. He wasn't drinking the water Atsumu had placed down on the tea table in front of him this morning, he hadn't eaten breakfast and lunch either and slowly but surely Atsumu started to get worried.
Kiyoomi wasn't talking either, or would only mumble something barely audible. His eyes were trained on the TV which was running since exactly 11AM. The expression he wore was neutral.
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 ๐ง๐ข๐ด๐ต 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 ๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ๐ท๐ข๐ฏ๐ต (he had no clue himself, it was his mother who applied him to this job).
Atsumu owns a golden retriever. He's such a golden retriever himself that he just /has/ to own one - at least that's what people say and Kiyoomi 100% agrees.
At least Atsumu now has someone to join his daily morning runs. (Kiyoomi sadly lived a little too far away.)
Kiyoomi, however, is a cat person. Atsumu is aware of that and he somewhat loves his boyfriend's little demon cat which definitely does /not/ live up to its cute name "Oreo".
They both fear that they'll never be able to move in together because of their pets but one day, when Atsumu makes a quick stop at Kiyoomi's house with his dog (they were grocery shopping), Kiyoomi's cat escapes and...
#sakuatsu // pre-relationship, slight bullying ft. kiyoomi with braces
Atsumu always wondered what Sakusa Kiyoomi's secret was. There just ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ to be something the other was hiding. Why else would he always wear a mask?
Why else would he barely talk on the court - and if he did, then it would always be an almost incomprehensible mumbling.
And it was not like Kiyoomi was scared of talking! Nu-uh, that was surely ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต the case.
Because Kiyoomi could, bluntly said, be such an ๐ข๐ด๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฆ and that not seldomly.
He didn't have any problems telling you his opinion - without a filter, without any consideration regarding your feelings.