Thread by @merykristmas2

#sakuastu // nsfw allusions but like nothing happens yet

/Smack/ goes the glove onto Sakusa’s hand and Atsumu is very much staring.

The thing is, Atsumu doesn’t even have a glove kink, but maybe, /maybe/ he has a Kiyoomi kink.

Of course Sakusa is hot as fuck, that’s common knowledge, but he’s somehow even hotter when he’s cleaning. Black latex covering long bony fingers, his hair tied back exposing his face, the stubborn little curls falling into his eyes,

the focused look on his face that Atsumu is dying to break— He looks fucking delicious when he cleans.

And the dude cleans /a lot/.

So sue him, Atsumu has a free afternoon and Sakusa is cleaning the common rooms,

of course he’s going to lounge back on the couch with some snacks and pretend to watch some TV when he’s really checking out Sakusa’s triceps as the guy pulls on the vacuum’s cord.

The blond doesn’t think he’s being subtle, but then again he doesn’t really care so,

he keeps on watching.

And Sakusa /has/ to know, because every time he glances over at the twin, he catches him looking.

It pisses Kiyoomi off, how Atsumu is sitting on his ass eating cheese crackers while he’s trying to make this place squeaky clean,

yet the blond is pretty sure the blush peeking under his mask isn’t from exhaustion.

It all reaches its peak when Atsumu, too busy gaping at the water running down Kiyoomi’s forearms where he’s washing dishes, entirely misses his mouth and drops a handful of crisps on the floor.

As in, the floor Kiyoomi just vacuumed and mopped.

Like a dog with enhanced hearing, Kiyoomi’s head snaps to the side at the little ‘oops’ that escaped the blond.

“You have /got/ to be fucking kidding me.”

Shit. "Ah sorry Omi I didn’t—“

“Are you trying to piss me off? Or are you just a slob?”

Okay, Atsumu might not be as fussy as Sakusa, but his ma raised him right, it’s not like he meant to do it, if anything this was Kiyoomi’s fault for being that attractive.

Atsumu frowns at his teammate from the couch. “Oi, calm yer tits.” Sakusa blinks, angry stance faltering. “It’s our day off, I’m just eating crisps and tryin’ to watch TV here, not my fault ya have to go on a cleaning frenzy /now/.”

Twisting the rag in his hands, Sakusa mumbles, almost low enough Atsumu doesn’t hear him, “Doesn’t look like you mind it.”

“Uh?” The blond stammers, voice raising. “What was that?”

“Nothing.” Curls bounce as Kiyoomi looks back up.

“Just— clean it up.” Kiyoomi then orders, voice all stern and ouch— orders, that’s exactly what gets Atsumu /not/ to listen.

“And what if I don’t?”

The sponge splashes onto he sink as Kiyoomi lets it go, straightening back up to fix the blond with a glare.

Hot.

Uh, no, scary.

There’s a beat of silence, and Atsumu’s first thought is that it’s only them in the dorms right now, the others busy strolling a Christmas market downtown.

Mmh. Only them.

“Do you get off on being a little brat?”

Kiyoomi tilts his head, cocks his hip and Atsumu has to bite his tongue hard not to say what he really gets off on.

“I dunno, do ya get a boner every time ya smell hand sanitizer?”

When the spiker takes a deep, slow breath, nostrils flaring, his shirt stretches on his pecs and Atsumu’s eyes are drawn to perky nipples. He doesn’t even care if Kiyoomi wants to scream, as long as he stays right here, where the light hits his white shirt just right.

“God, I swear sometimes it’s like you’re trying to rile me up.”

He can’t help it, the blond snorts. Kiyoomi was such an only child, he had no idea what ends Atsumu could go to to piss someone off. Osamu probably has a top ten somewhere.

“Nah Omi.” He grins, hand diving back into his bag of crackers. Sakusa’s eyes narrow, jaw visibly clenching even from meters away. “/This/ is me trying to rile you up.”

In a grand and frankly stupid gesture, he swings his arm over the back of the couch, flaunting crumbs all over the living-room floor.

Okay, maybe that was a little much, but he couldn’t exactly take it back now, could he?

He’s a little scared — fucking terrified — by Kiyoomi’s lack of reaction, his teammate only raised an eyebrow, face impassible and Atsumu gulps but doesn’t avert his eyes. He is seventy percent sure this is sexual tension filling the air, but it might be murderous rage.

Also he really shouldn’t have wasted crackers, he fucking loved those.

But then Kiyoomi’s eyes crinkle and even if Atsumu can’t see his mouth, he knows him to be smirking. In no universe this is good.

There’s something akin to an amused huff coming from the spiker as he shakes his head, wound shoulders dropping.

It’s unsettling, how he’s suddenly scrutinizing Atsumu, the slope of his neck, his hand still in a flourish, his quirked /lips/— Atsumu’s ears are burning.

It’s as if he knew something the blond doesn’t, as if Atsumu was a pathetic little thing Sakusa figured out a long time ago.

When Kiyoomi catches his eye again, his voice is low, “I always knew you were needy but this is a whole new level.” Atsumu’s stomach drops. Oh god. “You’re that desperate to get punished? What, do you need a spanking?”

When Sakusa’s cheeks round up, a sign his smile is widening at Atsumu’s flustered reaction, the latter finally drops his eyes.
That’s all it takes for the fucker to laugh, warm but mocking. And how fucked is it that this is what it takes for Atsumu’s dick to harden in his shorts?

The setter refuses to meet his eye, to give him the satisfaction, he stays silent as Sakusa snaps off his damned gloves and crosses the room.“This better be clean when I come back Miya.”

And then he’s slamming the door behind him while Atsumu stares at his own mess on the floor.

He heard the weight in Sakusa’s voice, recognizes the tease in it, the want, and now all of their banter at practice, all of their fleeting touches on drunken nights come back full force to drown Atsumu’s brain.

And he’s too horny and curious of what will happen to clean that shit up.

If Omi wanna be riled up, he won’t have to ask twice.

//tbc?? idk
So I couldn’t remember the English word for vacuum cord so I googled ‘vacuum rope plug’ like an utter moron— how did I not see it coming