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Kiyoomi and Atsumu were at the grocery store when Omi saw a woman who looked a little too friendly backing him Atsumu against the banana display. What the fuck was going on?
Atsumu had been practically cornered by the woman. He had tried to make a quick getaway, but the woman, who was young and pretty, was not going to let him escape.
“You’re Miya-senshu, that volleyball player for MSBY, aren’t you?” she asked.
“Oh, um, yeah,” Atsumu said, trying to get around her to get to the bananas.
“I love watching you play,” she said, a little too sweetly.
“Oh, that’s nice. Thanks for being a fan.”
“Would you want to go out for drinks sometime?”
“Oh, um, no, thank you. I’m sort of seeing someone.” As he said the words, she looked crestfallen.
Kiyoomi had approached the pair and heard Atsumu’s last words. He felt extremely satisfied to hear Atsumu say that, but he was still jealous that someone was hitting on his boyfriend, practically right in front of his eyes.
“‘Tsumu, are you ready to go?” he asked more calmly than he felt.
“Oh, Omi-kun. Yeah, I’m ready,” Atsumu answered. The woman swung around and noticed Kiyoomi, her eyes going wide.
“Oh, you’re Sakusa -senshu! Wow, I get to meet both of you in one day! Oh, wait,” she said slowly, looking back and forth between the two of them. You could see the wheels turning in her head. Atsumu had just said he was seeing someone, and now Kiyoomi showed up asking if he was ready to go. Her eyes got a little wider before she said, “Well, nice to meet you,” and scurried off.
Atsumu looked at Kiyoomi. “I’m sorry. Rumors are going to start now.” He looked worried.
“I don’t care. Let’s go home.”
They paid for their items and walked back to Atsumu’s apartment in relative silence. Atsumu started to worry that Kiyoomi was angry.
“Omi, are you angry at me? I’m sorry…”
“I’m not angry at you,” he said tersely, which did not help relieve any anxiety Atsumu was feeling. Neither spoke again until they got back to Atsumu’s apartment. Omi followed Atsumu in, slammed the door shut, and pushed Atsumu against the door, trapping him with his body, and kissed him roughly. Atsumu kissed him back but was still confused.
When Omi finally broke the kiss, he rested his forehead against Atsumu’s as if to steady himself. Atsumu asked gently, “Omi, what’s wrong?”
Omi pulled back slightly and pinned Atsumu with those deep, dark eyes. “I… I was jealous.”
Atsumu smiled a little. “You didn’t hafta be.”
“I know, but… I realized, I don’t ever want anyone else to ever be with you ever again. I don’t want anyone else to ever touch you again. Just me. Do you understand? I… I love you and I want to be with you forever. So no flirting with people in the produce aisle any more, okay?”
Atsumu was unable to speak at first, he was so overcome with emotion. So he laced a hand around the back of Kiyoomi’s neck and pulled him in for a gentle kiss, hoping his actions would soothe Omi’s uneasiness.
After the gentle kiss, Atsumu said “I love you too. But I think I should point out that I wasn’t flirting.”
Omi’s eyes flew to Atsumu’s. “You’re a brat and you argue with everything, you know that?” Atsumu just smirked, but didn’t have time to respond. Omi grabbed his hand and dragged him toward the bedroom.
“Omi, what are you doing? Ooooh, are we going to have possessive sex?” Atsumu asked excitedly.
“Shut up and take your clothes off,” Omi responded.
“Okay, that was hot,” replied Atsumu as he shucked off his shirt and threw it to the floor. He had barely had it off when he found himself pulled into Omi’s embrace and kissed hungrily. Omi’s hands were all over his back and then down lower to grab his ass.
Omi stopped for a moment to say, “I’m the only one who is going to kiss these lips.” Atsumu couldn’t reply because then he was being kissed again. Soon, however, Omi trailed kisses across Atsumu’s jaw to his ear, where he whispered, “I’m the only one who gets to touch this ass.” Atsumu’s eyes fluttered a little as he let the words sink into his brain.
Omi grabbed Atsumu’s hair and tilted his head to the side so he could lick and bite at the sensitive spot on Atsumu’s neck. “No one but me is going to lick and bite you,” Omi said, making Atsumu shiver.
Atsumu suddenly found himself pushed onto his back on the bed. He was already flushed and wanting with just a few words from his lover’s mouth. Omi straddled his hips and immediately began assaulting his nipple with his mouth while his hand teased the other side. Between sucks and bites, he said, “I’m the only one who is going to touch these.” Atsumu moaned in agreement. Omi switched sides and then, after a moment, moved lower to lick into all the crevices of the muscles of Atsumu’s abs.
“No one else will be able to touch these,” he said, moving to Atsumu’s v-line and licking up and down until Atsumu was squirming and breathing out his name, “Omi…”
Kiyoomi flicked open the button of Atsumu’s jeans and moved the zipper down as he looked intently into Atsumu’s eyes and said, “No one else is getting into your pants.” Atsumu was entranced and couldn’t look away. Those midnight eyes were captivating and Omi’s words were drugging him, making him feel warm and tingly all over.
Next Kiyoomi pulled Atsumu’s jeans down and off his legs, and threw them to the floor before coming back to the bed to palm Atsumu’s hardened length through his boxers. “No one is going to see you like this, mostly naked and wanting to be fucked. Just me.”
Atsumu was deeper now and could barely stand to break eye contact. His lover’s words were putting him under a spell and all he could do was watch and feel.
Kiyoomi pulled off Atsumu’s boxers and threw them to the floor. “Only I am going to suck your dick from now on,” he said before taking Atsumu’s leaking cock into his mouth. He worked up and down, one hand gently kneading ‘Tsumu’s balls. Before long, Atsumu was breathing hard and cumming into Omi’s mouth. He swallowed it all and crawled up to kiss Atsumu roughly as he said, “Your cum is only mine from now on, do you understand?” Atsumu could only nod, his brain was so far from functioning. He could only listen to Omi’s words and let them blanket him in warmth.
Kiyoomi stripped his clothes and grabbed what he needed from the bedside table. He came back to the bed and settled between Atsumu’s legs. He squeezed lube onto his fingers and, without breaking eye contact, slipped one finger inside while he remarked, “I am the only one who is going to touch you here. Right?” Atsumu nodded, still under a spell. His brain was sputtering, trying to think and keep up, but it was so hard when he was being ravaged and taken apart with mere words.
Omi slipped a second finger in and said, “Only mine,” earning him another nod and no words from his lover. He added a third and heard Atsumu moan softly. “No one else will ever make you feel this way,” Omi said, curling his fingers and searching for ‘Tsumu’s prostate. He was looking intently into Atsumu’s whiskey brown eyes, almost as if his eyes could communicate his meaning. Atsumu held his gaze, mesmerized by Omi’s words and touch, until Omi found his sweet spot and he closed his eyes and moaned. “Oh, god.”
Omi smiled, almost to himself, “Just me. You’re mine,” Kiyoomi said again, making Atsumu whine in agreement, “Yes,” he breathed out. “Yes, just yours.”
Kiyoomi removed his hand, causing Atsumu’s eyes to snap open in protest, but then Omi was slipping on a condom and lining himself up and Atsumu didn’t think he had ever wanted something so badly in his life. As Omi pushed inside, he said, “Only I am going to fuck you from now on. No one else.”
“Yes, god yes, only you,” moaned Atsumu as he was being filled. Omi bent down for a wet, sloppy kiss and started moving slowly. Atsumu’s legs wrapped around his waist, holding him close, but there was no chance Kiyoomi was going anywhere. Not now, not when he felt like he needed this more than he needed oxygen. His words timed with his thrusts. “Just. Me. From. Now. On.”
“Yes, Omi, yes,” was all Atsumu could manage as he grabbed Omi’s back and held on. “Just. You.”
Omi leaned down and pressed another messy kiss on Atsumu’s lips, then moved his mouth to Atsumu’s neck where he left a hickey. “That is so everyone knows you’re mine.”
“Yes, okay,” breathed Atsumu. At this point, Omi could have done anything at all to him and Atsumu would have thanked him.
Omi pulled out, causing Atsumu’s eyes to snap open. “Turn over.” Atsumu scrambled to obey and was soon filled up again. “You’re not ever going to be on your hands and knees for anyone else.” Atsumu shook his head. “No, no. Only you.”
Omi’s angle was perfect and soon he found Atsumu’s sweet spot. Atsumu keened from the pleasure as Omi told him, “Only I will make you feel like this. Like you’re coming apart at the seams.”
“Yes,” whimpered Atsumu, barely able to form words anymore as his prostate was being assaulted without interruption. Omi’s own words and actions were getting him close as well, so he reached around to stroke Atsumu’s dick. He was quiet for a couple of minutes, but then he felt Atsumu clench around him and as Atsumu’s cum squirted onto the sheets below he said, “No one else but me is going to make you cum like this,” and Atsumu moaned his name and agreed. Soon, Omi was nearing his own orgasm and as his final thrusts sent him over the edge, he repeated, “You’re mine, ‘Tsumu. Only mine.”
Atsumu whined and whispered, “Yes. Yes, only yours,” until they were both exhausted and spent. Omi pulled out and disposed of the condom while ‘Tsumu just collapsed onto the bed on his stomach. Omi came back and gathered his boyfriend into his arms, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. Atsumu looked like he had been used badly. His hair was sticking up and his face was flushed, but Omi thought he had never looked better. He didn’t say anything out loud, but inside his head all he could think was Mine. Forever.