open invitation lives in my head rent freeee

clove! im sorry to hear that! hope you got to rest and recharge 🩷 if not then who do i fight

this was so much fun to write on my notes app while waiting for a doctor's appointment, which is why the thread is gargantuan, but the fic is just the right length (lol)

happy skts week everyone! this fandom is truly special. thank you to the lovely mods for organizing this event year after year 🩷🍋

i... didnt go to bed. its up on ao3 lol

"That's a good boy, Atsumu. Maybe we should be together after all."

// end! 🍙

Sakusa doesn't allow him a moment's hesitation: the domineering hand in back in his hair and his face is pressed on the ground, leaving Atsumu no option but to taste himself, the floor and his humiliation, especially when his cock kicks back into life.

Meanwhile, Sakusa still has his mask on.

"It's the least you can do to apologize, Atsumu. You know I hate a dirty locker room."

Atsumu yields. He lowers his head and sticks his tongue out to lap up his own spend.

Resistance kicks against Atsumu's chest at Sakusa's implication. He tries to give him a defiant look but he is too cum drunk to pull it off.

Sakusa tucks himself back into his pants. Bends down to meet Atsumu on eye level.

"Not so fast. Get my boxers, too." Atsumu huffs, grabs the fabric to lick the cum still caught in the weaving.

"Happy now?" He sasses, voice hoarse.

Sakusa hums. "Not quite. You got cum all over the floor."

Once the shaft is clean and smelling of both sex and Atsumu, he moves to take Sakusa's balls im his mouth, giving them a teasing suck and coming off with a pop.

When he moves away, Sakusa grips his hair.