#sakuatsu nsfw || choking, spit, Atsumu jerking off
It is a fact that Atsumu loves that Kiyoomi choke him while they have sex. That's why whenever Kiyoomi goes to train and Atsumu stays alone at home, he runs to the room to have a pleasant visit with his favourite dildo.
After having completely undressed, Atsumu imagines that he is sucking Kiyoomi's cock, leaving kisses on him, surrounding the tip with his tongue before inserting it completely into his mouth.
He's drooling while caressing his pink hole.
When he is horny enough, he lies on his back on the bed, with his legs open and his knees touching his chest.
He caresses his cock, replacing his hand with Kiyoomi's while rubbing the tip of the dildo in his hole, squeezing slightly from time to time.
“Fuck, Omi” he whispers.
Eyes closed, eyebrows together and dry and open mouth, wishing to be kissed by her cute boyfriend. Atsumu was so full of pleasure that he wanted his boyfriend to come home soon so that he could fuck his mouth just like he did the night before.
He couldn't wait any longer, so while with one hand he jerking off, the other lubricated his hole. He guided the dildo to his hole and slowly sank it on him.
“Sssshit omi” Atsumu groaned, Arching his back, asking for more.
When the dildo was already completely sunk inside it, he masturbated again while he took it out and put it back in again, with the image of Kiyoomi in his mind, asking him to pray for his sweet cock.
“Is this what you want? Feeling full with my cock? Messy boy”
Atsumu imagined hearing Kiyoomi's mouth saying that. Atsumu nodded and accelerated the movements of the hand holding the dildo, feeling how it gently hit his prostate. His release was close and hearing himself moan excited him and helped him a lot.
“P-please omi, choke me… choke me please, I want it” Atsumu begged to the silence.
He notice how his forearm was heating up by the speed with which he inserted the dildo into him. A tingling emerged in his belly.
When he felt the heat approaching him, he freed his cock from the grip of his hand and raised it up to his throat, surrounding himself and exerting pressure.
“Ahh-aahhh omi yes, please fuck me babe, don’t stop please please”
The feeling of imagining Kiyoomi's cold hand surrounding his neck while his hole was being filled, watching his boyfriend hit his ass harder, biting his lower lip to avoid moaning, sweaty and with the curls on his forehead bouncing with each onslaught, made Atsumu cum.
He made a mess on his belly. Thank goodness he put a towel underneath so as not to stain the bed. He calmed his breath for a few minutes until he regained his breath. He looked at the clock. Kiyoomi wouldn't arrive until 2 hours.
He was looking forward to time passing quickly so he could make a mess on his boyfriend's lap. Maybe he would ask Kiyoomi to choke him in all possible positions.
Kiyoomi's hands were his favourite necklace.
// fin
In the end, Atsumu's favourite position to be choked was with his head hanging at the end of the bed while choking on Kiyoomi's cock. Omi could also feel his cock sinking into Atsumu's cute throat ✨
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My very first cross post back onto tumblr! Anyway here’s some sakuatsu angst, no happy ending :-)
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The first was his father, ages ago now, the crack that’s the faintest. It was a throwaway comment probably. Nothing meant to linger. But isn’t that the horrific beauty of humanity? The ability to create long-lasting harm without a spare thought.
Kiyoomi asked if his father would be attending his first ever volleyball match, very near bubbling with excitement just at asking. Such an emotion was rare then, just as it is now.
Still, Kiyoomi’s father laughed, “I have no time for silly games, Kiyoomi. Certainly not when they’re the whims of a child.”
Volleyball wasn’t a whim then, just as it isn’t now. His father attends his important games. Kiyoomi still remembers the laugh, the utter disbelief, at his asking for his father’s support.
The second was a bit harsher. It’s jagged and deep, still scarred over.
High school crushes shouldn’t hurt like that, Kiyoomi thinks. But he’s always been a touch more sensitive, a little more easily broken.
Ushijima Wakatoshi put a lot of stress on Kiyoomi’s heart—very nearly broke it. But Kiyoomi managed. Even when Ushijima turned him down in his straightforward, no nonsense tone, Kiyoomi resolved not to break. It was only when he saw the way Ushijima looked at Tendou that he finally permitted himself a healthy sob in the locker room.
Kiyoomi had built up a future in his all about he and Ushijima. To see it topple down, to crumble to bits, was his first true loss.
They remain friends, of course. Though it still aches a bit to see that glint of gold on Ushijima’s finger. To know who wears a matching one.
More lost loves along the way made tiny little cracks. Kiyoomi attaches himself easily, trusts too much, feels too deeply. Then the whims of his fancies change, leaving him in the dust. He owns personal packs of tissues for sanitary purposes just as much as he has them more emotional purposes.
At a certain point, Kiyoomi assumed he would always be like this—a little broken, too bitter to ever truly believe in love.
But then came Miya Atsumu.
He was everything Kiyoomi couldn’t stand, yet everything he craved. It took months for Atsumu to wear him down, to let him in, to let those warm feelings cascade through him once more. Even a mere text from Atsumu would send Kiyoomi’s heart into a frenzy.
Atsumu was everything Kiyoomi had been searching for. Honest, kind, ambitious, dedicated—above all else, he sought Kiyoomi out, time after time. When Kiyoomi would make a snide comment in retort to whatever foolishness spilled from Atsumu, he wouldn’t let Kiyoomi push himself away. Instead he’d laugh, lighting up the whole room with his joy.
Where Kiyoomi would reject touch, Atsumu would respect that line. Never pushing until Kiyoomi asked for it, until he admitted how badly he needed that touch. And Atsumu gave so much of it. Atsumu freely showered Kiyoomi with affection as if it were no problem at all.
Even with all those fractures in his heart, Kiyoomi felt ready to hand it over. He was prepared to trust Atsumu with the delicate little thing—all Atsumu ever showed him was love, after all.
As he turned his heart over to the care of Atsumu, it all seemed to go swimmingly. With those darlings and sweethearts and “how’s yer ma doin’, hon?” Kiyoomi thought everything was just fine. Atsumu was diligent and careful, respectful and alarmingly loving.
Kiyoomi swore the fractures healed under honey-sweet words, placating touches when Kiyoomi had a bad day. Once again, Kiyoomi found himself building a future with someone. This time with Atsumu. A man who had shown time and time again just how much Kiyoomi could rely on him.
As rain pounded against the windows of Kiyoomi’s apartment, he found his head in Atsumu’s lap, one of Atsumu’s hands threading through the locks. Kiyoomi didn’t say a word about it, not even when he knew that it would ruin the pattern, force him to tame it into submission.
He found a smile on Atsumu’s face when he looked up, soft and sweet.
“You’re smiling.”
Atsumu hums, looking away from his phone. “What?”
“You were smiling.”
“Ah, yeah,” the blond lets out a laugh, removing the hand in Kiyoomi’s head to run it through his own, “I, uh, I get like that when I’m talkin’ to certain people.”
Butterflies erupt in Kiyoomi’s stomach, head burning through him.
“Kita just said he was comin’ into town to deliver some rice for Samu. Wanted to see me.”
Kiyoomi smiles, hums. He knows how much the senior means to Atsumu, knows how much Atsumu cares about what he thinks.
“It’s so stupid, but…”
Atsumu trails off and Kiyoomi feels confusion wash over him. The smile still fights its way onto Atsumu’s face, his hands starting to fidget with nothing. Something is making him nervous.
“I kinda wanna confess to him.” Everything around Kiyoomi stops. “I’ve liked him for so long and it’s just so—I dunno—daunting? But I feel like he might want me back, ya know? I mean he wants to see me. Like just me.”
Had Kiyoomi read every signal wrong? Was it user error? Was he like this with everyone?
“What d’ya think, Omi?”
And, fuck, Atsumu looks so hopeful, so sincere. How could Kiyoomi ever do anything but support him.
“Go for it.”
As a smile splits Atsumu’s face in too, shining the entire room in radiance, Kiyoomi feels his heart shatter.
Atsumu talks all about how Kita makes him feel like he’s floating on a cloud, how he’s so sweet it nearly makes Atsumu get cavities. Kiyoomi listens. Listens and listens, engages and watches as Atsumu’s heart fills with more and more love.
Kiyoomi listens as he tumbles to the ground, heart in hands. Shattered, broken.
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grow up together. SakuAtsu & OsaSuna
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when we were 7, I was swinging with my best friend. or more like he was pushing me in the swing.
"higher! I wanna go higher!"
the already exhausted boy kept pushing me, jumping up along with the swing so he could gain more force.
"Samu, can we leave soon?" he asked as he backed further away and sat on the swing next to mine.
"but Rin!"
I didn't have a reason to tell him. I just knew I didn't want this moment to end.
after a few minutes, Rin sighed and got up.
"I'm going home", he mumbled and started walking away.
I tried to jump down from the swing in midair, but lost my balance when my feet hit the gravel. I fell onto my knees and felt sharp stinging on them.
"ow! it hurts!"
Rin turned around to look at me and came back.
I sat down on the ground as tears burned my cheeks. I didn't want to cry in front of Rin, but I couldn't fight it.
"don't cry, Samu... we need to get you home... your knees need bandages", Rin said as he crouched down next to me and examined the scratches from the gravel.
"I can't walk", I sniffled.
Rin sighed.
"well you need to at least get to our bikes so I can give you a ride home."
he ended up giving me a piggyback ride to our bikes and then cycled to my house to drop me off before heading back to his home.
♡
when we were 10, I realized I was crushing on one of the boys I'd grown up with.
it was a warm summer day and I was sitting on the vivid green grass, holding a daisy in my left hand.
"he loves me,"
pluck a petal.
"he loves me not,"
pluck another one.
"he loves me..."
"who loves ya?"
I looked up to see a brunette boy with an expression full of curiosity.
"um, no one", I mumbled as I looked away, trying to hide my face from him.
"no secrets, Omi! ya promised!" he whined.
I stayed silent, hoping he would get the hint and not keep pressing further.
he took the flower out of my hand and I felt his pinkie wrap around mine.
"ya can't break a pinkie promise, that's mean!"
I looked at him to see a pout on his lips. I couldn't fight the small smile forming on my lips.
that's when he did it; he slid the daisy behind my ear, brushing my hair away with it.
he smiled down at me. it wasn't a wide grin, but a heartwarming, gentle smile I'd only ever seen him give to me.
this is exactly why I like him.
♡
when we were 13, I was sleeping over at the Miyas' house. Kiyoomi, the fourth member of our friend group was staying over as well.
while he slept in Atsumu's room, I chose to join Osamu in his.
it was the morning, I had just woken up and looked at the clock on the wall.
8 a.m.
I sat up on the futon and looked at the boy sleeping on the bed. the morning sun peeked through the blinds, creating yellow lines onto Osamu's face.
he looked so perfectly peaceful.
I rested my arms on the covers and leaned my head to the side against the right one, while stroking his brown hair a little.
don't let the sun kiss you before I do.
save your first kiss for me, please.
will you let me be your first as well as your last?
I smiled at myself a little. who would've thought I'd be like this one day?
it made sense the one I'd love would be Samu. he'd been my favorite person ever since we were little.
I stood up and placed a kiss on his forehead before walking out of the room.
♡
when we were 15, the four of us graduated middle school.
"Atsumu-kun!"
on that sunny spring day, a girl from my class confessed her feelings to me. I turned her down, of course. she smiled through her tears and bowed awkwardly before rushing away.
I turned to look the other way and saw a familiar figure disappear behind a corner.
I knew he, my brother, and Suna were all waiting for me, but there was an uneasy feeling in my stomach. for some reason Kiyoomi always seemed distant and cold whenever a confession for me was brought up.
I walked over to the corner and tapped his shoulder, making him flinch.
"Miya."
there it was. he only ever called me Miya when he didn't want to talk to me...
"are ya okay? ya seem a bit out of it..."
"I'm fine", he muttered and started walking.
I grabbed his wrist.
"tell me, Kiyoomi. don't push me away", I demanded.
if he wasn't going to call me by my first name, I wouldn't call him by his nickname.
he stayed silent, keeping his back turned to me.
"... is there a reason you always turn them down?"
my heart sank. did he want me to accept a confession?
"well, yea, kinda..."
I let go of him, but he still wouldn't turn to look at me.
I wanted to tell him everything. I wanted to pull him against my chest and hold him tight, never letting go.
"I'm waitin' for a confession. waitin' for-"
I noticed how his shoulders tensed up.
"for the right one", he finished my thought.
I swallowed the words in my throat. if only I had the courage to tell you.
it's you, Kiyoomi; you're the one I'm in love with.
"... what if they never confess?"
"then", I paused, "then I'll gather my courage 'n tell 'im myself."
he finally turned to look at me. his black eyes looked watery.
"him..?"
I nodded.
"I think deep down... ya know who I'm savin' my feelings for."
I gave him a soft smile and took his hand into mine, squeezing it gently.
I could tell from his eyes, that there was a smile behind his black mask.
maybe I didn't need to say those words out loud after all.
♡
when we were 18, I had a fight with my brother. a bad one. we both threw around some nasty insults, and despite knowing we didn't mean any of them, we really needed to spend some time apart.
I sought out my place of comfort; the Suna household.
I knocked on the door and was greeted by Mrs. Suna, who let me know that Rin was up in his room.
as I walked up the stairs, I heard faint indie rock coming from speakers. I stopped in front of his room and knocked before turning the handle and opening the door.
Rin was sitting on his bed, back against the wall and head leaned back. his eyes were closed as he blew smoke out.
his room smelled like Fuji apple and vanilla. all the hoodies he left at my place smelled the exact same, until they lost their scent.
I sat on the edge of his bed before collapsing down onto my back.
"did somethin' happen?"
he still hadn't taken a look at me. but he recognized me from the way I moved. I guess that's what happens when you spend your whole lives together.
"mhm, Tsumu 'n I fought again..."
Rin stayed silent, as if he was thinking.
"it's just like any other fight; the two of ya will get over it."
he was right. I knew that myself. but that didn't mean I wasn't upset or didn't want to be comforted. I wasn't going to admit it though.
I'd also closed my eyes. something about the atmosphere in Rin's room, and the feel of his bed beneath my emotionally exhausted body drew me closer to slumber.
I felt a hot breath on my lips. it wasn't the first time Rin blew the smoke on my face; he knew I liked it.
after shuffling around a little, my head was on Rin's lap while his fingers ran through my hair. this was exactly what I needed.
I looked up at the boy I'd loved all these years. and I made a wish.
never leave me.
♡
when we were 19, we moved in together. it was the very first apartment of our own.
Atsumu wanted to make me feel as comfortable as possible, so the first thing we did before moving any boxes inside was to clean the place thoroughly.
after the first day, we only had the big pieces of furniture along with the most crucial items in place.
the two of us lied in bed together. I rested my head on Atsumu's chest, listening to his heartbeat while he had his arm wrapped around me.
"can ya believe it? we're really livin' together..."
I smiled softly. we'd both been waiting for this day all throughout high school, and it was finally here.
"yeah, it feels surreal."
we were both scanning the empty looking room we were in, imagining what it would possibly look like once we've settled in properly.
I was sure we would still go out and buy a lot of things for our shared home. just thinking about doing that with the love of my life made me smile.
"Omi."
I looked up to see a pair of hazel eyes already looking at me.
"yes?"
"I love ya so much."
"I love you too, Atsu."
he leaned closer so he could kiss my forehead, and smiled as he ran his fingers through my curls.
"ya really are perfect."
"oh shush..."
I looked away in embarrassment. I wasn't used to his compliments, and I might never be.
what I was used to though, was being close to him like this. it came naturally with him. probably had something to do with the fact that we grew up together.
I was sure he felt the same sense of security and comfort with me. if he didn't, we wouldn't be here.
it amazed me how we could still be together after all these years. I hoped it would never change.
"don't ever get tired of me", I said my thought out loud.
"I never could, Omi! if one of use would get tired of the other, it'd be ya", he grinned at me.
what he didn't realize was that I was willing to put up with any of his antics. that's how much I loved him.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1745
𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧: 4th of August, 2022
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