#sakuatsu nsfw | grindr hook-up cw // age difference, daddy kink Atsumu flops back onto his bed with a huff, he’s been on edge recently; jumpy and irritable. Even Bokuto had picked up on it, “You need to get laid Tsum-Tsum!” And with great reluctance, Atsumu agrees. +
Built up tension from games, stress from helping Osamu with his business, the fact he hasn’t been fucked in... who knows how long – Five months? Six? Being a professional athlete has it’s downsides, not that Atsumu is complaining he loves what he does, he’s enjoying himself. +
Days filled to the brim with practice, improving himself, going to the gym or having meetings with various sponsors and companies. He just hasn’t had the time to get with anybody, even for casual sex. His right hand just isn’t making the cut anymore. +
And now, a whole weekend to which his diary is free; no events, no obligations – utter freedom to do what he wants. He sighs, blindly reaching for his phone which had spilled onto the bed somewhere to his right. +
Grindr has been gathering dust from when he downloaded it years ago, during the stretch of time between the end of high school and being signed to MSBY, he was a frequent user of it. It was a wild time, full of self-discovery and realisations. +
Swiping onto the app, his profile fills the screen. FoxTsum 22 🟢 Online now ↗️ 0m away Athlete. Sexy. Might call you Daddy if you’re lucky ;) An old shirtless and faceless picture of himself paints the background of the text, taken from his shared bathroom back home. +
Atsumu prides himself on the fact that the bio – which he wrote at age 19 – is not as cringe as what he was expecting. A small revamp is in order, but tonight he is determined, he’ll get dick no matter what. +
He replaces the photo with a brand new shirtless pic, which also showcases his best features – his thighs and ass. A new bio states; Free tonight. Will call you Daddy if you buy me food afterwards. All that is left to do, is wait for his man. +
Messages flood his phone instantly. > Hey baby 💦 > damn i’d cum on those thighs if u let me > Meet? Want to fuck ur ass so bad 😍 Nothing pops out at him, if he is going to get some for the first time in a while he wants it to be good. +
It’s half an hour before a message piques his interest. > What makes you think I wouldn’t be able to make you call me Daddy anyway? Atsumu licks his lips, grinning as he lays on his stomach, legs swinging back and forth in the air. +
He clicks on the profile, Doctor S 31 🟢 Online now ↗️ 3124m away Just visiting. I’ll message you. The picture is the best bit, a torso clad in a white dress shirt, black tie and a charcoal vest with the sleeves rolled up to show strong arms. +
Atsumu grins. > ur awfully confident mister > And you replied in under a minute, I think I proved my point. > u got me, are u rlly a doctor? > Yes. > mmm that’s hot, bet ur skilled with ur hands > Very. Maybe you can find out for yourself though. +
> i’d like that ;) > Doctor S shared their location. > Room 126. See you soon. Atsumu squeals before prancing up to get himself ready. Hair to perfection, fragrance sprayed over his entire body and outfit picked with care. +
He chooses navy shorts which fit snug around his ass and grip tightly to his thighs, to go along with it a simple white t-shirt that hugs his muscles in all the right places and showcases his nipples whenever they get hard. +
Grabbing bare necessities, he’s out the door in fifteen minutes and onto the train five minutes after that. The pin location takes him to one of the high class hotels that Osaka is home to, glittery lights and fancy furnishings tell Atsumu that this guy has money for sure. +
As he reaches Room 126, he starts to get jittery but pushes it down – he deserves this, he has worked so hard and he is allowed to relax. Three simple knocks, the door opens 10 seconds later and Atsumu can’t prevent his jaw from dropping. +
Over his time using Grindr, he had learnt to always have low expectations for the people he meets up with – in the end, as long as he is getting what he came for he can’t complain. But the man in front of him must be some sort of deity sent from above. +
Shiny black curls sit neatly on his head, beautiful pale skin has Atsumu wanting to ask for his night time routine, his eyes are ink – enticing and dangerous. He is gorgeous. Stunning. Holy shit. Atsumu realises he is staring, “Yer hot!” +
The man raises his eyebrow, “You sound surprised.” And his voice, oh god, his voice. It’s deep, it’s sensual, it’s making Atsumu hard. “Yer supposed to say ‘you too’” Atsumu smirks, taking a step forward. The man scoffs, “So you’re a brat.” +
Atsumu takes in more of the other, he wears black dress pants and a grey shirt which has the first few buttons undone. He swallows, tonight’s going to be good, he can feel it in his bones. “Ya got a name or d’ya just want me to call ya Daddy the entire time?” +
The man grunts, gesturing inside the hotel room and Atsumu obediently follows, “Kiyoomi, and you?” “Atsumu.” The door shuts, but Atsumu can’t move further into the room because he is caged up against the nearby wall. “Atsumu...” Kiyoomi tests the name out. +
Atsumu can feel his breath quicken, Kiyoomi hasn’t even touched him yet he feels trapped. Dark eyes are assessing him, Atsumu can’t help but pray that he looks this good when he hits thirty because /wow/. “Anything off limits for you?” +
Atsumu considers before shrugging, “No not really, just don’t cause any permanent damage.” Kiyoomi hums, “Good.” Next thing Atsumu knows, his wrists are being pressed into the wall and lips are meeting his own. +
Atsumu groans as Kiyoomi presses their bodies together and ravishes his mouth, tongues slide together in a filthy dance and Atsumu presses forward as much as he can for more. One of his wrists is released in order for an exploration of the rest of his body. +
A curious hand roams over his muscles, scales up his thighs and finally lands on his ass which is kneaded and pulled. Atsumu rips back to moan into the others mouth, Kiyoomi takes this as an invitation to begin pressing kisses and bites down the expanse of his neck. +
“Fuck – that’s nice.” Atsumu purrs as he curls his fingers into the hair on the back of Kiyoomi’s head, pushing him into his own neck. Atsumu is hit with a burst of motivation and he wastes no time in pulling Kiyoomi back, “Can I suck ya off, please?” +
Kiyoomi’s eyes darken, “Only if you can do a good job.” Atsumu smirks, leans forward to lick at Kiyoomi’s lips, “Don’t worry, Daddy, I’ll be good fer ya.” Kiyoomi cocks an eyebrow, “Then get on your knees.” Atsumu whimpers slightly before he sinks down. +
Kiyoomi shuffles back to give him room, but Atsumu is quick to grab onto the man’s belt, unbuckling it and slipping it off swiftly, he proceeds to tug his slacks down. Kiyoomi hums above him, he feels fingers thread through his hair. +
The grip tightens when Atsumu mouths as the growing bulge in front of him, leaving a wet patch on Kiyoomi’s boxers before dragging them down as well. Atsumu’s suspicions are confirmed, tonight is going to be fucking fantastic. +
The cock that strains before him is big, a single bead of pre-come has gathered at the tip and Atsumu’s mouth waters. “Shit Kiyoomi, yer big...” Kiyoomi scratches at his scalp, “Think you can take it?” +
Atsumu looks up at him through his lashes, “Of course, m’not gonna miss out on the chance of being spilt open by this.” Kiyoomi pushes his head forward and Atsumu licks at the head, swirling his tongue and humming happily. +
“Come on, kitten, don’t be shy.” Atsumu furrows his eyebrows before taking half of his cock into his mouth, Kiyoomi rolls his eyes. “Thought you were going to be good?” Atsumu growls before he sinks all the way down to the hilt, mouth fully stuffed. +
“Hmm, better. Want to be used, baby?” Atsumu does his best to nod, his vision hazy with tears as he focuses on breathing and swallowing as much as he can around the thick length. Kiyoomi thrusts his hips forward and Atsumu gags, but maintains controls. +
“Huh, guess you can take cock.” And then, Kiyoomi picks up on a harsh pace, sliding his length in and out of Atsumu’s mouth like it’s his own personal fucktoy. Atsumu is in heaven, he’s moaning, hollowing his cheeks doing his best to be perfect for Kiyoomi. +
Drool seeps from the corner of his mouth, his cheeks are stained with tears and his face is flushed a deep red but he loves it – loves being used. He whines loudly as Kiyoomi guides his cock out from his mouth, Atsumu chases after it. +
Kiyoomi chuckles, “Needy. But I have others plans for you.” Atsumu blinks up at him in a daze, Kiyoomi uses the leverage on his hair to pull him up and although it hurts Atsumu whines and almost trips on his own feet. +
The tugging continues until Atsumu is pushed onto his hands and knees at the edge of the bed, he throws a look over his shoulder and watches as Kiyoomi grabs a nearby chair and drags it in front of the bed. Atsumu makes a questioning noise. +
Kiyoomi treads over to a bag which sits on the chest of drawers and plucks out a bottle of lube along with a strip of condoms. He returns and plops down gracefully on the chair, setting the condoms aside and giving the lube a shake. +
He proceeds to roll up his shirt sleeves, exposing his alluring forearms which has Atsumu’s dick jerking in his shorts. Without warning, Kiyoomi wraps his fingers around the waistband of those shorts and tugs them down until they sit nicely on the swell of Atsumu’s ass. +
He clicks his tongue, “No underwear?” Atsumu wiggles his ass, “Wanted to get to the main event as quickly as possible.” Kiyoomi grabs onto a jiggling ass cheek, stretching it and exposing Atsumu’s hole. He feels exposed but it’s heady. +
“Ah!” Teeth sink into the flesh of his ass, Atsumu’s legs slide open on instinct only to be restricted by his shorts which causes him to moan and push back against the sensation. Atsumu bites down onto the cover beneath him. +
A hand cracks down on his ass, it’s not hard but enough to make him jerk forward, “I want to hear you.” Atsumu’s eyes roll into the back of his head and he releases the cloth from his mouth, shivering at the sound of the lube cap being popped open. +
A firm lubed finger dips into his entrance, making Atsumu hiss and ball his hands into fists. Kiyoomi is diligent, he works two fingers inside of Atsumu, pumping and scissoring them with such precision that Atsumu dissolved into a whimpering mess. +
“Hah – Hng... more.” Kiyoomi tsks, “More what?” Atsumu cries out, “More please!” “Still not there.” Kiyoomi twists his fingers. “F-Fuck! Please more, Daddy!” Kiyoomi hums, works in a third finger and pistons them harshly in and out of Atsumu. +
Atsumu is trembling all over, he has a death grip on the sheets below him and his cock has formed a puddle of pre-come on the fabric beneath. His arms gave out ages ago, his face is pressed into the covers which prompts his ass further into the air. +
“You look good, spread out like this, trembling so prettily for me, aren’t you?” Atsumu nods vigorously, gyrating his hips backward onto Kiyoomi’s long thick fingers which are still pummelling his hole and ripping moans from Atsumu’s chest. +
“W-Want ya cock, please, /please/.” Kiyoomi gives a contemplative noise, not ceasing his fingers movements as he leaves Atsumu waiting for a reply. A thumb slips in next to Kiyoomi’s fingers, it stretches Atsumu’s hole to the side. +
“You think you can fit me, kitten?” Atsumu raises onto his elbows just so he can throw the other a desperate look, he sticks his bottom lip out and sniffs, his voice petulant, “Yes, Daddy, I can – Ah! – take yer fat cock, m-maybe if ya got in me I could prove it.” +
Kiyoomi gives him a small smirk, “Yeah? You think you’ve been a good boy who deserves to be filled?” Atsumu nods and cries out when Kiyoomi removes both of his hands, leaving his hole fluttering and clenching around nothing. “Greedy.” +
Atsumu takes a deep breath to calm himself, it’s intense, he hasn’t even got the man inside him yet Atsumu is certain this is the best sex he has ever had in his life. Not just because he scored well in looks, but he’s always had a thing for older men – it’s a double whammy. +
Kiyoomi has stood up behind him, he puts the chair to the side and Atsumu gazes intently as he methodically removes his clothing, defined muscles revealed slowly but surely and Atsumu is in heaven. “You’re staring, Atsumu.” +
Atsumu smirks lazily, looking at the other with hooded eyes, “I like what I see, Daddy.” Kiyoomi huffs in amusement, finally removing his last article of clothing and setting it neatly to the side, “Move up.” Atsumu obeys, crawling closer to the headboard. +
He hears Kiyoomi rip open the condom packet and roll it on, the bed dips with his weight and hands grab at Atsumu’s ass and spread his cheeks, exposing his wet gaping hole. Kiyoomi rests his tip against his entrance, Atsumu tries pushing back with a whine. +
Hands instantly clamp down on his waist, halting his movements with a surprising amount of strength. If that isn’t sexy as hell, Atsumu doesn’t know what is. “Stay still, be good.” Atsumu arches his back, displaying himself, “Good f’r ya, promise.” +
No indication is given before Kiyoomi slides his thick cock all the way inside of Atsumu, hips colliding with his ass with a smack. “Holy fuck! Oh my god, oh my /god/. So big, yer so big Daddy, can feel, hah – can feel ya inside me, hmm...” +
Kiyoomi coos at him, “Shh, so tight, been a while has it?” Atsumu flushes, hiding his face, Kiyoomi laughs and gives a harsh thrust of his hips which punches a moan from Atsumu’s chest. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll treat you well, give you what you deserve.” +
Atsumu just whines, clenching himself around Kiyoomi’s cock, getting adjusted. Kiyoomi begins pulling back and snapping his hips forward, his pace goes from slow to quick to hard before repeating. It’s driving Atsumu crazy. “Faster! Please! Oh, Daddy...” +
A hand grips his hair tightly, yanking him back and baring his throat, “Sound pretty when you say that Atsumu, all these cute noises you’re making all cause you’re getting fucked – fucking whore.” Atsumu’s eyes flutter closer as he nods his head. +
“Like that? Being called a whore? Is that what you are? Letting a man older than you use you like I am, wanting it and begging for it.” The hand in his hair wraps around to grab Atsumu’s cheeks, pushing them together into a forced pout. +
Kiyoomi’s hips never falter with his pace, he leans forward to bite into the flesh of Atsumu’s shoulders and Atsumu can help but tremble violently at the multiple sensations his body is experiencing. +
Kiyoomi’s cock feels like it’s so deep inside of him it’s going to pierce through his throat, his walls are tightening around the thickness and he doesn’t think he’s ever felt so utterly full. +
“Sucking me in, you just loved being stuffed, hm? You’d stay like this all day if you could.” Atsumu whimpers at the thought, what he would give to cockwarm this incredible dick which is wringing reactions out of him he’s never experienced before. Maybe another time. +
“Hah – Ya cock makin’ me feel s’good, love it, Daddy, s’much.” Kiyoomi suddenly pulls out, leaving Atsumu to slump down onto the bed like a puppet with cut strings, Atsumu scrambles to look behind him with a questioning noise. +
“If you love it so much, ride it.” Atsumu’s eyes widen but he jumps up like an excited puppy, ushering Kiyoomi to sit against the headboard before clambering on his lap. Kiyoomi chuckles, hands resting on his hips, “Love how needy you are, baby.” +
Atsumu lines himself up before sinking down with a loud moan, “Ahhh, hmmm, /shit/.” This angle has Kiyoomi going so much deeper, Atsumu spreads his legs and leans back, hands resting on strong thighs as he adjusts to the new position. +
Thumbs soothingly rub into his hips, Kiyoomi’s eyes are blown wide with lust and Atsumu giggles when he sees a few grey hairs poking from his scalp – it helps to relax him. Kiyoomi raises an eyebrow, “What?” Atsumu shakes his head, “Nothing yer just sexy.” +
Kiyoomi scoffs, pinching the skin of Atsumu’s hip in retaliation. Atsumu quits stalling and gives an experimental rise and drop of his hips, it’s overwhelming, he looks down expecting to see his stomach bulge even though he knows it’s impossible. +
Kiyoomi growls low in his throat, so Atsumu starts bouncing in earnest, letting Kiyoomi’s cock impale him over and over in a delicious way. He can feel his ass jiggling with his bounce, Kiyoomi seems to take notice as he grabs a hold of the flesh and aids with small thrusts. +
It’s addicting, Kiyoomi has started letting out small grunts and Atsumu watches in awe as his own cock jerks up and down at his movements, pre-come splattering over Kiyoomi’s stomach. Every stroke of his prostate has trembles breaking out throughout his body. +
“Feel – Feel so full, holy fuck.” “Look perfect, bouncing on my cock.” Kiyoomi’s thrusts meet his own and Atsumu can feel his stomach clenching in pleasure, sweat rolls down his skin and he’s panting constantly. +
A dull throb is building in his stomach, whirling and gathering and getting more and more noticeable and Atsumu knows he is close. “Wanna come, Daddy, please can I come?” He bites down on his bottom lip as he looks at Kiyoomi desperately. +
Kiyoomi has lost some of his composure, he’s breathing heavily and his hips are twitching, “Think you can come untouched?” Atsumu nods, he’s treading the line and just a push will do. Kiyoomi hums, “Come for me then, come on my cock like a good boy.” +
Atsumu cries out, bounces a few more times before he is spilling all over Kiyoomi’s abs, his hole is tightening and his mind is blank as pleasure takes over every corner of his body. A litany of moans, whimpers, Daddy’s escape his lips and Kiyoomi holds him through it. +
He is whispering praise, rubbing circles into his skin. Once Atsumu is back in the present he hazily looks at Kiyoomi, who is sat patiently, cock still throbbing inside of him. “Hmm, use my mouth.” Atsumu mumbles, slipping off his cock and sliding down Kiyoomi’s body. +
“Okay, kitten.” Kiyoomi takes the condom off and shoves Atsumu’s head down onto his cock, Atsumu slacks his jaw and lets Kiyoomi take his pleasure, too sated to put much effort in. “Shit, going to come down your throat, make you swallow it.”
Kiyoomi controls everything, his grip in Atsumu’s hair is tight to the point of pain but Atsumu is good – he lays there and takes it because he is mesmerised by the sight in front of him. Kiyoomi plants his feet on the bed and jerks upwards in quick precise thrusts.
His cock is hitting the back of Atsumu’s throat every time, Atsumu gags on occasion but mostly he manages to swallow down the others length. Kiyoomi is panting above him, he moves his spare hand to rest against Atsumu’s cheek so he can feel himself moving inside his mouth. +
Atsumu whines, battering his eyelashes and constricting his throat. Kiyoomi tips his head back and his thrusts become sloppy. “Take it so well, such a good boy for me, for Daddy, – fuck!” Atsumu feels his cock jerk before warm liquid fills his mouth. +
He attempts to get it all but some dribbles down his chin, it’s endless, Kiyoomi is twitching and grunting above him. Atsumu pulls off, swipes at the loose come and pushes it back into his mouth. Kiyoomi sighs, stroking his cheek in encouragement. +
“And you’re a cumslut? I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised at this point.” Atsumu rolls his eyes and sticks his tongue out to show a pool of the man’s release in the dip of his tongue, smugly grinning when Kiyoomi gives him a disgusted look before he makes a show of swallowing. +
Atsumu flops down, head resting on Kiyoomi’s thigh as he tries to process the past hour or so. He feels fulfilled, so incredibly sated like he has just won a game, it’s amazing. Fingers play with his hair, “I believe I owe you food.” +
Atsumu turns his head so his cheek is squished against Kiyoomi’s thigh so he can look up at him, Kiyoomi is looking down at him with an amused yet fond look. “Can ya owe me another kiss too?” Kiyoomi wrinkles his nose, “Only if you brush your teeth.” +
Atsumu giggles, drags back up and places himself on Kiyoomi’s lap whose hands automatically go to his waist, Atsumu asks, “Just one?” Kiyoomi huffs, “I knew you’d be a brat.” Atsumu pouts, Kiyoomi sighs before connecting their lips in a short but sweet kiss. +
“Are you happy now?” Atsumu hums contently, resting his head on Kiyoomi’s shoulder and feeling his body relax, “Yeah, very. I’ll have McDonalds please.” Kiyoomi laughs and Atsumu thinks that he would like to hear it more.
> fin!!!! this was. extremely long. if you made it this far thank u so much i hope u enjoyed > yes omi becomes his sugar daddy after this. yes they fall in love and atsumu becomes a spoilt brat
