Thread by @sleepyomii

#NSFWSktsWeek2023 @sktsweek
meet-ugly | NSFW | stoner!omi, shotgunning, hate sex, drunk!atsu

"oi, i got here before that guy!" atsumu protests, banging his fist on the bar table.

the tall, brooding bartender glances at him through the corner of his eye.
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"Yeah, you've also had way too fucking much to drink. I cut you off ages ago, man."

atsumu scoffs. "Ya don't know shit about me, fuckface."

"get away from my bar, before i have you escorted off the premises."

atsumu only smirks, taking a glass straight from another +

+ customer's hand and chugging it down. "if ya won't serve me, I'll serve myself." he shrugs.

that just about does it. atsumu is too far gone to register the bartender slamming his palm onto the table, barking orders at his fellow workers.

the only thing atsumu registers is the cold, bony hand that wraps around his wrist, tugging him away from the bar.

"oi! fuck's this about?" atsumu squirms, trying to pull away from the iron grip.

"you come to my fucking bar every godamn friday night. +

+ you get shit faced beyond the point of comprehension. you start fights. you leave behind a fucking mess. and you /never/ say a thing the next week." the man fumes, squeezing bruises into atsumu's wrist as he drags the blond out the door.

"the fuck're ya takin' me?"

"break room."

"Huh?"

the taller man scoffs. "don't act like you haven't been drooling over me since the first time you stepped onto my premises back in august."

atsumu's stomach churns. "dunno what you're talkin' about."

the man doesn't reply. atsumu has just about gathered a coherent answer when suddenly he's shoved forwards, back colliding with a hard surface.

lips. hot, hungry lips on his. lips that taste so fucking sweet, and so fucking /addictive/. atsumu can barely think, his body taking the lead and chasing after the man's lips with his own.

"fuck." he whimpers when the man pulls away with a hand on atsumu's chest.

"didn't know you were so easy."

it's dark, but in the dim glow of the street lights, atsumu can see him smirk. "just for ya. kiss me again."

"funny you think you can order me around after putting me through hell these past months."

atsumu glances around. they're in a room of sorts. storage room?

"break room, idiot. don't you listen when i talk?"

oh, he said that out loud. fuck he's too drunk for this.

"say the word and I'll leave, baby, but I know you want me." the man whispers.

atsumu tries in vain to lean forward and press their bodies together, but the man's hand keeps him in place.

"wanted ya so long. fuck, omi, please."

"omi? huh..." He hums. "Cute, but tonight it's kiyoomi."

"kiyoomiii." atsumu whines.

"you drive me fucking crazy. you make me fucking furious."

"atsumu."

"you make me furious, atsumu." kiyoomi growls, licking a stripe up atsumu's neck before devouring his lips once more.

it's heavy, it's wet, it's a mess of mixed saliva and atsumu can't get enough.

"huh?" atsumu whimpers when kiyoomi seperates himself.

"wait." the man rummages in his pockets before pulling out a pre-rolled joint.

atsumu stays silent as he watches kiyoomi fish a lighter from his shirt pocket and light the snoke's end.

"you smoke?" he asks.

it takes atsumu a moment to comprehend the question, too focused on how good Kiyoomi's lips look when they're plump and red.

"uh, I have once. my brother in law smokes, though, so i don't mind it."

"good." kiyoomi smirks, leaning in once again.

atsumu's heart stutters as he leans in for another kiss, but kiyoomi seems to be on a different mission.

Kiyoomi's lips ghost over atsumu's in a barely-there kiss. a featherlight touch that would have been easy to miss.

"breathe, baby."

atsumu gasps, inhaling a plume of smoke. he breaks away, coughing his lungs out, and /fuck/, why does he already feel light headed?

"isn't it, like, bad to smoke– [hiccup] when you're drunk?" he slurs.

kiyoomi shrugs. "you mae it sound like i give a shit. come here." He tugs atsumu close again by the shirt.

the blomd breathes in the thick, palpable air without needing to be told.

"fuck, omi, jus' kiss me. touch me, please." atsumu sighs, legs feeling limp already. "need ya."

"just wanted to get you a little more relaxed, baby. I want to fuck you like i mean it."

atsumu whines at his words, nodding aimlessly.

he lets kiyoomi lead him to the couch in the centre of the room, lifting his arms at Kiyoomi's silent command and allowing the man to undress him. he only vaguely thinks about how its sort of unfair that atsumu is butt naked, while kiyoomi hides behind his suit.

atsumu won't exactly complain. he looks sexy. he doesn't really think before pulling the man down using the tie around his neck and crashing their lips together. it ilicists the most beautiful sound from Kiyoomi's throat, causing their hips to buck together.

"God, fuck me. just fuck me, please, 'M ready." atsumu guides Kiyoomi's hand down to his already prepped hole.

his eyes widen, smirk stretching into a grim. "someone thought they'd get lucky today, huh?"

atsumu cries when kiyoomi inserts two fingers at once, +

+ pumping them in and out of his leaky hole. "wanted ya. wanted ya– nghh, fuck– wanted ya so bad."

"have you,touched this filthy can't thinking of me? thinking of my dick?"

atsumu squirms a little, fuckig himself back on Kiyoomi's fingers. "those slacks leave– ah! +

+ little to the i-imagination."

kiyoomi rips his fingers out, leaving atsumu feeling empty. he's about to protest when he suddenly feel the head of Kiyoomi's cock breach his entrance.

"oh– fu– aahh~" Atsumu's jaw goes slack as kiyoomi thrusts down to the hilt.

his eyes rolls back into his skull. kiyoomi barely gives him toke to breath before fucking in and out of him at a rapid pace.

"ki-yo-o-mi!" atsumu hiccups, mouth open, drool dribbling down his chin. kiyoomi isn't hitting his prostate. fuck, he isn't even looking for it.

he's just using atsumu to get off. like– like a fuckin toy. is it wrong that atsumu loves it?

"fuck, fuck, fuck!"

kiyoomi leans down, pressing his lips to atsumu's ear. "fuck toys don't speak, darling. +

+ but I'll make an exception for you." He bites down into atsumu's neck, drawing out a high pitched scream. "because you sound too damn pretty. a pretty, little slut."

"yes! ye-es!" atsumu sobs, head thrown back in pleasure.

"you like that?" kiyoomi leaves a trail +

+ of hickey down his neck. "like being my whore?"

"fuck! omi! faster, fuck, /please/!" atsumu gasps. "omi!"

kiyoomi takes another drag from his joint before flicking it onto the nearby coffee table. he leans down to ghost their lips together once more.

atsumu responds as best he can, gasping and choking as he attempts to inhale the smoke.

"say it again, baby."

"omi! please–"

kiyoomi pistons even harder into atsumu's tight heat. "not my fucking name."

"so– ah! sorry! fuck!"

"say my name, baby." kiyoomi grunts, grinding his hips on a particularly deep thrust. "let the whole fucking club know who's doing this to you."

that's all atsumu needs to finish. he comes so hard he sees stars, crying out a muffled sob of "kiyoomi!.

kiyoomi fucks atsumu through it all, fucking him well into overstimulation until he reaches his own orgasm.

"open wide, baby." He murmurs, feeling smug when atsumu's tongue lolls out of his mouth without a second thought.

he pulls out, positioning himself over atsumu's chest, and– /oh/ the blond looks so pretty painted in cum.

he doesn't even swallow what lands in his mouth, he only let's it dribble down his tongue onto his chest.

"I've fucked you stupid, haven't I?"

kiyoomi chuckles when he gets no response. nothing more than a weak moan.

"someone had to put you in your place sooner or later."

// fin //

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