Thread by @mmmmsby

#sakuatsu - the feeling's mutual | implied nsfw

"let's leave." kiyoomi said curtly, clear and concise. meaning that there were to be no exceptions, no arguments. he and atsumu were leaving this club right now.

because kiyoomi can't take the amount of eyes leering over atsumu.

kiyoomi was also very much irritated at the random 'heys' and increasing tissues on atsumu's table with phone numbers on it.

he was debating if he should spill his drink on the table. just a smidge. just enough so that those numbers become unreadable.

he was also debating whether to either punch the next person to give a number, kiss atsumu senseless in front of the club, or take atsumu home and remind him that no one else can have him but kiyoomi.

"yeah, let's go, omi." atsumu answered almost immediately, standing up first to leave the table.

good. kiyoomi thought.

and as he walked behind atsumu, he sent every single unworthy people a smug look because they were never going to have atsumu.

only kiyoomi will.

as they reached their car, kiyoomi felt a little better that atsumu was away from prying eyes and atsumu heaved a sigh of relief before turning to kiyoomi.

"thank god ya wanted ta leave. i was ready to punch someone because people kept ogling at ya."

"what?" what?

"girls kept whisperin' ta each other and pointin' at ya and guys were lookin' at ya from head to toe. and ya kept looking at 'em and it gave them hope or somethin'. i was about to sit in yer lap and kiss ya to put them in their place."

kiyoomi frowned and pointed at atsumu. "you were jealous?"

atsumu stopped in his tracks. "yeah? isn't that why we left?"

"i said we should leave because people kept staring at you and giving their useless numbers."

atsumu then pointed at kiyoomi. "ya were jealous?"

"yeah... that's why i wanted to leave. because they kept giving you dirty tissues and staring at you. they can't do that."

atsumu grinned at kiyoomi, tugging at his shirt to pull him closer.

"ya were jealous..and being possessive?" atsumu teased.

"as if you're different?"

kiyoomi countered, cornering atsumu by the car and leaning dangerously close that their lips hovered above each other.

"maybe we should clear things up then? so we know who belongs ta who." atsumu whispered, his hands already underneath kiyoomi's shirt.

"i think we should." kiyoomi breathed out against atsumu's lips, his hand opening the car doors and speeding away to go home.

they had to clear some things up, and by the way they couldn't keep their hands off each other in the car, they needed to do it fast.

//possessive kiyoomi...but then possessive atsumu too

this is what i thought of before i wrote this silly little thing