23 fre/eng 🌼 sometimes NSFW 🔞 mostly skts || I like to write stuff sometimes but I’m too awkward to talk about it. Lots of love!!
Feb 9, 2023 • 48 tweets • 8 min read
#sakuatsu
NSFW for you to choose, polls at the end <3
Honestly, Sakusa had been /very/ patient. More than his neighbor deserved.
He’d moved in nearly two months ago, and the first few times he heard the loud as fuck sex his neighbor was having,
he just grabbed his headphones and waited for it to be over.
He thought it’d be fine, because the guy couldn’t be having that much sex right? Even if he never actually met the man, he seemed to be living alone,
And Kiyoomi honest to god has to forcibly stop the confused: ‘We were dating?’ slipping out of his mouth.
“How could ya not know ya were dating?” Atsumu asks, later that night. “I know ya ain’t the sharpest but this is a whole another level Omi.”
“Shut up.” It’s not like he was too dumb to notice, he just didn’t think they were official.
“Come on Kiyoomi, help me out a little here.” Atsumu grunts, struggling to walk into the room with the weight of Sakusa dropped over his shoulder.
After knocking over a book off the shelf and almost falling over it, they finally make it to the bed and Sakusa drops face down into the mattress, moaning pitifully into it. He drank way more than he usually does, too much,
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,
Okay so Sakusa apparently wasn’t asleep, and if his tone is any hint, he was /pissed/.
But what’s new?
“I’m anxious, alright? We /have/ to win that game tomorrow and—“
“No shit, Miya.” A sigh. “Just relax, keeping me awake with you isn’t doing the team any favor.”
How on earth was Atsumu supposed to relax when he was sharing a bed with Sakusa freaking Kiyoomi?
At this point, the blond was ninety percent Meian did it on purpose.
“Are you sure it’s okay for me to come?” Sakusa asks, stopping at the bottom of the stairs winding up the secluded little hill. “You said it’s only going to be employees there.”
Tooru stops a few steps above him,
turning back only for Sakusa to witness his infamous eye roll. “I told you, it’s /fine/.”
“No, what you said was: ‘Iwa-chan might be mad’. And you had that smile on your face, the perverted one.”
And the perverted smile is right back. Kiyoomi doesn’t even want to know.
“Come on Omi.” Atsumu urges, spreading his arms wide. “Come on! Do it, I dare ya.”
Kiyoomi is ashamed to say he immediately falters, shaking his head. “Wha—? I’m not going to punch you Miya.”
“Yer always sayin’ someone needs to punch the smug look off my face, so why don’t ya do it? Uh?”
Okay, Atsumu definitely must have hit his head during that last match.
“Because I’m a professional boxer? And you’re not?”
“Mmh, all I’m hearin’ is that yer a big pussy.”
Jan 15, 2023 • 44 tweets • 8 min read
NSFW sakuatsu (light spanking and degradation kink)
Bodyguard!Kiyoomi/Idol!Atsumu
Sakusa thought he imagined it at first.
He was sitting on the couch in the hotel suite, just outside of Miya’s bedroom, when he heard the first noise.
To be frank he first thought Miya got distracted reading tweets on his bed, through the open door he could hear a huff every now and then, the sheets shifting.
Sakusa didn’t really care, he kept on browsing his phone, his tie loose as he faced the door.
Nov 20, 2022 • 26 tweets • 5 min read
#sakuastu // nsfw allusions but like nothing happens yet
/Smack/ goes the glove onto Sakusa’s hand and Atsumu is very much staring.
The thing is, Atsumu doesn’t even have a glove kink, but maybe, /maybe/ he has a Kiyoomi kink.
Of course Sakusa is hot as fuck, that’s common knowledge, but he’s somehow even hotter when he’s cleaning. Black latex covering long bony fingers, his hair tied back exposing his face, the stubborn little curls falling into his eyes,
"I told you not to try it again.” Sakusa snaps, but Atsumu recognizes concern in his touch, panic in his eyes as he helps the blond to sit on the bench.
The locker room is empty except for them,
everybody is still practicing on the court but Kiyoomi dropped it all to take care of him when he heard him cry out.
Atsumu’s red, and it’s not from the pain in his leg.
