Haikyuu Lemons and oneshots

Sakuatsu

Pretty hands 

Atsumu has a hand kink and Kiyoomi has pretty hands. Long, slender fingers. Nails painted black. Rings on his thumbs and middle fingers, accentuating their beauty. And its these hands, these fingers, these goddamn rings that are currently driving atsumu mad. Causing all kinds of unholy thoughts.

Because kiyoomi knows. He fucking knows What these hands r doing too him. And he likes too use it against Atsumu any chance he gets. Gripping the steering wheel in a way that makes his veins portrude. Playing with the rings on his fingers when atsumu is talking too him, making him look down and lose his train of thought. Flexing them, cracking his nuckles, anything basically too make atsumu look down at them. Because he know that just like that his mind will be wiped.

But the worst thing is when he puts them on atsumus thigh. Possesivley gripping it, fingertips digging into the flesh, sending shivers up tsumus spine. And then he stars stroking. Up and down. slowly. purposefully. with a knowing smirk on his face, as atsumus cock throbs. Hips trying too glide down the seat, wishing sakusa would g just a little higher. But he doesnt. eyes focused on the road, left hand gripping the steering wheel, he keeps stroking up and down. Getting closer and closer where atsumu wants him most. Because hes achingly hard inside of his pants right now. eyes flicking between the hand on his thigh and the hand gripping the steering wheel. Veins popping out. rings glistening in the sunight. And no matter how hard he tries he cant stop the quiet moan bubbling up in his throat. The noise so pathetic it makes his ears burn up.

Kiyoomi just chuckles. "god, miya, youre so pathetic." Another throb of his cock acompanied by a whimper. 

"Pl-please," is all he can reply, cheeks burning up. Hips grinding into the seat.

"Please what? Use your words." Kiyoomis words are stern, but he doesnt turn his head, eyes fixed on the road.

"please- touch me," Atsumu whimpers. Hes embarassed but hes so fucking hard. Cock aching for any type of friction.

"but i am touching you baby, arent i?"

Atsumu whines in frustration, "Ya know what i mean."

"Im afraid i dont sweetheart," Sakusa replies not being able too hold back a shit eating grin. Hand still places firmly on atsumus inner thigh, so close too his crotch. He can feel him trying too grind down but doesnt let him. Enjoying and relishing in the frustrated little noises coming from the man next too him. Ignoring his own hardening cock as he tries too stay on the road.

"dont make me say it," Tsumu pleads, embarassment making his cheeks flush pink.

But omi doesnt let him off that easily. "You know i cant read minds, right baby? So tell me what you want or you wont get it." His voice not leaving any room for discussion.

Atsumu sighs, swallowing hard before he starts mumbling, "Please touch my cock."

"What was that? i cant understand you. Speak up."

Another frustrated whine, then he repeats himself, louder this time. "Please, touch my cock" 

His cheeks are on fire as he feels sakusa squeeze his thigh in reassurance.

"Oh, is my baby boy that desperate for me already?" 

Tsumu turns his head, nodding softly. Omi lets out a short laugh, forcing himself too not let his mind wander too much as his cock throbs aswell.