Haikyuu AO3 Fanfics

SakuAtsu┊🍋

Summary:

Atsumu has been staring at his phone a lot, he's been giggling a lot. Sakusa is suspicious. Atsumu gets a notification during band practice, Sakusa reads the notification. Sakusa reads the title of the story. Is this what Atsumu likes reading?

In the end they gettttttttt ittttttttt onnnnnnnn

Notes:

I just feel like Atsumu would read smut

It's from this prompt I made btw

Sakusa x Atsumu - Sakusa wants to stay clean | Atsumu wants his cum in his arse | begging | Sakusa a clean freak

Work Text:

"Atsumu.. Tsk Tsk. You could've just asked me." Sakusa brushes his lips over the bicoloured man's nipple, flickering a quick gaze up to the tied and blindfolded bassist, attaching his lips around the sensitive area. Happy to see Atsumu become so flustered and needy after a simple action.
"Omi-Omi~" He moans, his tied hands balling up into fists, he rattles at the chains hoping they will come loose so he can touch the handsome guitarist.
"Don't you want to call me Master or Daddy? I know you like it." The raven provokes, wrapping his long fingers around Atsumu's cock and begins to pump it slowly, waiting to hear one of the titles to be moaned.
"Mas-Master~ Please move your hand faster~" He begs, a little breathless, the touch of Kiyoomi being too much for him to handle. The raven complies, stroking the perverted bassist faster, rubbing his thumb over his tip every time his hand moved up his cock. The head overflows with his precum, making the movements of the guitarist's hand more sloppy.
"Can you hear how wet you are, Atsumu? You are so sensitive." Sakusa whispers into his ear, licking around the shell, cupping his tip, moving it in a torturous circular motion, spilling out more of his juices. Having his eyes covered, his body feels vulnerable to every touch of the man, whether it be light or harsh. Each touch sent singles to his throbbing cock making it leak out more.

How did such a situation arise? Why is Atsumu blindfolded and tied his bandmate's bed? Why is he calling the raven 'Master'? Well it started a couple of weeks ago when Atsumu was acting weird.

"What are you smiling so hard about? It is annoying me." Sakusa flicks Atsumu's ear, taking him out of his trance.
"None of your business." Atsumu quickly turns off his phone, a huge blush appearing on his cheek.
"Does the ass have a lover?" The raven provokes, raising his eyebrows in a teasing manner. "I don't know who would date you." The guitarist mutters to himself, if he is dating someone they might not be well. Maybe they were dropped as a baby or they like idiots?
"Omi-Omi shut your mouth!" The bassist shouts, throwing a pillow at his bandmate. "You should be asking that question about yourself. Who would date a germa-"
"Don't fight." Bokuto muffles the bicoloured man's mouth, taming the short tempered bassist. "Tsum-Tsum don't lick my hand!" The drummer rips his hand away, wiping the spit on the singer's shoulder.
"Bokuto! Ew!" Hinata shouts, rubbing his shoulder on the grey-haired man.
"Animals." Sakusa grumbles, grimacing at the thought of being touched by Bokuto's contaminated palm. "Sanitize your hands!" He flips, the idea of dirt even being near him getting him all jittery and annoyed.
"Satanise?"

For weeks this went on, Sakusa questioning Atsumu's particular behaviour which always ends in an argument.
"Why are you so interested in what I'm reading?" Atsumu shouts, being more on edge than normal. "It's none of your business, Sakusa!" The raven stands in front of him confused at his sudden formalities, something is definitely wrong with him.
"I only asked you to put your phone down so I can show you the music sheets. I didn't fucking ask what you were doing, rat." Sakusa replies, disgusted by his attitude, his face scrunched up in annoyance. "You are destroying practice with this shitty phone. Give it to me. No don't, I don't know where that phone has been. Put it where Bokuto's and Hinata's phones are." The raven points to the table beside where he plays, the bassist complies slamming his phone down on the table, glaring at the guitarist.