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The Miyas have a big family and that means Atsumu and Kiyoomi get no time to themselves anymore. Until all of their kids go off to summer camp and they finally get a much deserved week together.
Straight porn without plot in omegaverse like god intended
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Kiyoomi had brought Atsumu to countless family events. He’d seen the way the blond was with kids, good and patient in a way he was never able to be. Lately, he’d been imagining what that would be like.
So, if the thought of Atsumu getting him pregnant made him wet, could you really blame him?
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- Part 1 of Double Babytrap
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"You're just full of big words tonight," Kiyoomi says with an amused glint in his dark eyes, crisp white shirt falling open to reveal the physique of a professional athlete. Atsumu's mouth goes a little dry and his hand twitches, itching to touch. "Are you trying to seduce me, Miya Atsumu?"
"Sure am, Miya Kiyoomi," Atsumu says, a little breathless as he speaks the name that makes him grin from ear to ear. "Been thinkin' 'bout yer cunt all damn day."
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Kinktober Day 4 - Handcuffs, Face Sitting
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- Part 4 of Kinktober 2025
- Part 24 of Sakuatsu One-Shots
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“Oh, so it’s not that you were trying to keep me in the uniform,” he urges, truly like an idiot, and doesn’t stop there. “You’ve been trying to get me out of this thing all day, haven’t you?”
Atsumu looks around the room, throat bobbing with a nervous gulp. “W–well, not exactly! I’d be happy to have ya with or without it, whatever suits yer fancy, Omi-kun.”
“To have me?” Sakusa questions. “How ever did you come up with the idea you have me?”
“I did spend about two an’a half paychecks on ya,” Atsumu tells him. “So ya know what I think? I think I might as well own ya, Omi-kun.”
Or, the volleyball team’s annual fundraiser consists of cheerleader uniforms and an auction—which, for Sakusa, goes just as badly as it sounds, courtesy of Miya Atsumu.
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Kiyoomi is not the sort of person who has sex in public.
He’s definitely not the sort of person who finds himself inside of a cramped stall in a lesser-used bathroom of a seedy club, pushing his teammate, housemate, and somewhat-recent friend-with-benefits up against the wall with a thigh slotted between his legs and a hand shoved up his shirt, sucking a hickey into the side of his neck.
Apparently desperate times call for desperate measures.
And Kiyoomi won’t deny that these are decidedly desperate measures.