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Consider this — Atsumu is an absolute menace in a relationship.
Vaguely NSFW
Kiyoomi is minding his business, trying to be productive and Atsumu whines until he gets into bed with him.
“It’s 2 PM. It’s not bedtime.”
“Well, we aren’t goin’ to sleep!”
“No.”
Vaguely NSFW
Kiyoomi is minding his business, trying to be productive and Atsumu whines until he gets into bed with him.
“It’s 2 PM. It’s not bedtime.”
“Well, we aren’t goin’ to sleep!”
“No.”
“I just wanna cuddle. I promise. Nothin’ funny.”
“I’m reading.”
“Readin’ is better in bed!”
Kiyoomi concedes with a sigh, and the moment he lays down, Atsumu is on him like a koala — stage-five clinging.
“Reading,” Kiyoomi reminds him. Atsumu pouts, but gives him space.
“I’m reading.”
“Readin’ is better in bed!”
Kiyoomi concedes with a sigh, and the moment he lays down, Atsumu is on him like a koala — stage-five clinging.
“Reading,” Kiyoomi reminds him. Atsumu pouts, but gives him space.
It lasts for all of thirty seconds. Kiyoomi gets maybe a paragraph in before Atsumu is draping his leg over Kiyoomi and burying his face into his neck. He presses gentle kisses below his earlobe and Kiyoomi stiffens.
“I thought we were just cuddling.”
“We are!” Atsumu insists.
“I thought we were just cuddling.”
“We are!” Atsumu insists.
Kiyoomi narrows his eyes which of course Atsumu does not see, because he’s moving his kisses down south, peppering them in a careful line before lingering on Kiyoomi’s pulse-point. He swallows.
“Atsumu. I’m trying to read.”
“Don’t let me distract you.”
“Atsumu. I’m trying to read.”
“Don’t let me distract you.”
A challenge then. Kiyoomi takes the bait — he always does, with Atsumu. He forces himself to focus only on his book, ignoring the fact that Atsumu’s hands have now found their way to the waistband of his sweatpants, and they dip under teasingly.
The kisses continue to heat Kiyoomi’s neck, then his collarbone before landing back on his cheek. Atsumu’s fingers do nothing but ghost over Kiyoomi’s pants. He won’t do anything without permission.
Kiyoomi sighs when Atsumu licks a stripe up his neck. “Go on, then.”
Kiyoomi sighs when Atsumu licks a stripe up his neck. “Go on, then.”
“Hmm?”
“If you’re going to do something, do it,” Kiyoomi demands. “Don’t just tease.”
“I thought ya were readin,’ Omi,” he replies, the picture of innocence. “We’re just cuddlin’ while ya read.”
“Take my pants off right now, Atsumu.”
“If you’re going to do something, do it,” Kiyoomi demands. “Don’t just tease.”
“I thought ya were readin,’ Omi,” he replies, the picture of innocence. “We’re just cuddlin’ while ya read.”
“Take my pants off right now, Atsumu.”
Atsumu pulls his head back so he can give Kiyoomi his most wicked, mischievous grin. “Well, since you’re beggin’.”
Kiyoomi swears that he won’t fall for this next time — he’ll stay strong. He won’t give in to Atsumu’s antics.
But he said that last time, too.
Kiyoomi swears that he won’t fall for this next time — he’ll stay strong. He won’t give in to Atsumu’s antics.
But he said that last time, too.
