Enjoy my first bsky thread. If you saw typos, no you didn't !

The way he purred Atsumu’s name had him shivering, reaching down to grab against his forearms.  “Now.” Kiyoomi nipped at the slight line of exposed mid-rift. “You’re going to lay here and let me eat my fill. Then I’m going to take you home and fuck you in my jersey.” ///END

“Well of course I know I look good. I’m not the point for no reaSON!” The pitch of his voice went up several octaves as Kiyoomi pushed his legs apart.  “You’ve been teasing me since we were first years,” Kiyoomi admitted out loud. “No more games, /Atsumu/.” +

“Do you enjoy playing games with me, Miya?” He caged Atsumu into the mate, hovering over him as he watched the cheerleader with rapt attention. “Surely you know how good you look in /this/.” His fingers traced over the Jackal claw marks that went over Atsumu’s thigh. +

“Omi. I have ta say. ‘M real disappointed in ya.” Before he could finish his sentence, Kiyoomi was dragging him into the closet storage closet. “Omi!” Atsumu exclaimed as Kiyoomi tossed him up on the stack of mats with a light thud.  +

~~ All 3 sets were a solid loss, and as Kiyoomi made his way out of the locker room after his shower he bumped into the one person he didn’t want to see.  Miya Atsumu.  Miya Atsumu still wearing that damned uniform.  +

Instead of their normal black with golden accents, these were white. A white that contrasted beautifully with Atsumu’s tan skin. /Fuck, how do his thighs even fit?/ he wondered to himself as he heard the whistle blow. He threw his water bottle to the side, taking his spot back on the court.  +

~~ They were going to lose this game. Of that, Kiyoomi was absolutely positive. They were on time out, and Kiyoomi wasn’t listening to a thing Foster had to say. His eyes were glued on Atsumu. What he hadn’t accounted for was the cheer squad getting new uniforms this year. +

hum of counting. “1… 2… 3… 4…” drew his attention as the numbers drew. From one end of the court to the other, Atsumu was going back handsprings with the rest of the squad counting them. So yes. It was all Atsumu’s fault that his face received Bokuto’s cross short instead of his arms. +

Kiyoomi thought he had seen it all in high school. Atsumu had been a cheerleader for Inarizaki back then, and he constantly held Atsumu’s attention in those tiny black skirts. He shook his head in an attempt to focus back on the receiving drill the team was currently working on. But a steady +