#sakuatsu | #nsfw
♡ smut, fluff, est relationship
♡ college kiyoomi + pro atsumu
♡ prompt: lack of time/quickie

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Atsumu is waiting outside of his dorm room.

Surely everyone has noticed him. Leaning against the wall with his platinum hair and MSBY bag at his feet. He couldn't be more obvious. Kiyoomi is going to have to answer an absurd number of questions tomorrow from his teammates, he's certain of it.

That's an issue for another time, though.

Right now, he has no idea how Atsumu has managed to find the time to show up at his dorm.

#sakuatsu thread fic, nsfw, filling jarvi's request!
feat: est relationship, consensual somno (just for a bit!), bottomi.

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“I do enjoy giving head, you know,” Kiyoomi announces one night with Atsumu’s head pillowed in his lap and the TV on in the background. Kiyoomi doesn’t like stating the obvious, but somehow, after several months of dating, this doesn’t /feel/ obvious.

Atsumu doesn’t react beyond a miffed grunt from his lap. “Don’t gotta force yourself, Omi-kun. M’good without it, I promise.”

#sakuatsu nsfw thread fic

ft: new relationship skts, bottomi, and the ever controversial… nicknames

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Kiyoomi still calls him Miya.

The first couple of weeks, it’s fine.

The guys laugh about it at practice. Motoya pats Atsumu’s back in camaraderie. Osamu raises a judgmental eyebrow and then shrugs indifferently.

Atsumu, for all that he is often unfairly judged as immature, deals with it the way he always does.

He resorts to teasing.

“Too shy to show everyone how ya really feel, is that it, Omi-kun?”

#sakuatsu thread; sfw, first time kisses that go a little wrong + new years eve! (college kiyoomi/pro atsumu)

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“Thought ya didn’t like parties, Omi-kun?”

Kiyoomi blinks in surprise at the sound of Atsumu’s voice. He hasn’t seen him in months, not in person anyway. + The last place he would have expected to find him is at a party on Kiyoomi's college campus.

“I don’t like crowds,” Kiyoomi clarifies, then gestures in a vague reference to the room. “Parties are fine, though. As long as it’s not a bunch of idiots crammed into the same room.”

#sakuatsu est relationship with kiyoomi who rarely kisses (rated M, barely nsfw),

prompt: mercy by shawn mendes for ree @/iwaizuken

For all that they have sex with frequency, it’s not often that Kiyoomi wants to be kissed. + He doesn’t mind pecks on the cheek, forehead kisses, or even soft, singular presses of their mouths together.

But anything more than that is off the table unless Kiyoomi’s in the mood for it and that only comes along once in a blue moon.

#sakuatsu, nsfw, tops who cry are gold in my book & i’m here to say it

The first time, Kiyoomi chalks the tears up to alcohol. They’re both tipsy, which explains why Kiyoomi gets out of the shower, crawls into Atsumu’s warm embrace and says, “Why don’t you fuck me for a change?” Kiyoomi should be the one with moisture in the corners of his eyes, oversensitive from how infrequently he bottoms.

Instead, Atsumu’s face is buried into his shoulder, suspiciously wet as he peppers kisses all over Kiyoomi’s neck.

#sakuatsu friendship, atsumu w/ a minor injury, quality time together + pre-relationship/pining vibes & cuddling

Kiyoomi doesn’t bother knocking on Atsumu’s apartment door.

There’s a key being rotated around MSBY right now, each of them taking turns checking in on Atsumu as + he sits around with a bum knee for six weeks.

Kiyoomi isn’t quite sure what he’s going to walk into. Atsumu’s cleaning habits usually leave something to be desired, but his place has never been so bad that Kiyoomi has felt uncomfortable in the space.

#sakuatsu, honest while tipsy atsumu, est relationship, fluff, humor

Kiyoomi had always suspected that Atsumu would be a clingy drunk. That he’d sit too close to anyone and everyone. That he’d ramble ceaselessly and talk over others, + always ready with a story that somehow fit the moment.

He’d thought for sure that Atsumu would stumble around and lean on his friends and have a stupid smile pasted on his face the entire evening.

Atsumu doesn’t usually have more than a drink or two on the rare occasions +

today's happy friday thoughts are misawa and an uncomplicated college student meet cute:

Miyuki survives precisely three weeks before giving up any pretense that the guy who sits in front of him in his econ class isn’t stupidly, weirdly, irresistibly charming. + Ignoring Sawamura is impossible, especially when he turns around before class starts one day and notices the book Miyuki has in his hands. It's assigned reading for his classic lit class and he's determined to finish it today so he can write the paper on it during his block of

❄️ thread fic ❄️

misawa dads, their tsundere tween daughter, endgame kuramochi/wakana & surviving the holidays…

(rated g except for kuramochi’s potty mouth)

❤️🤍❤️

>>uncle mochi, pls save me. let me come live with you. i can’t take this anymore. my parents are so gross 🤮 kuramochi laughs when he gets emi’s message because—yeah, her parents *are* gross.

>>do i even want to know?

three little bubbles pop up as emi types out a response. honestly, watching the screen is more interesting than anything else currently happening on his christmas eve.