Thread by @erisabesu3

#atsuhina day thread! 🦊🍊💖
briefly #nsfw, romance, humor, spycraft (😂)

Hinata introduces Atsumu to a Jam3s B0nd flick on one of their at-home movie night dates, cuddled up on the couch.

Nothing is ever the same.

Atsumu becomes...obsessed. The British secret agent is undoubtedly appealing. He's suave. Charming. /Deadly./ And most importantly, he's blond - which basically makes him irresistable to men, women, and humanity.

Hinata really should have suspected where this obsession might go,

but it's not until he discovers that Atsumu has changed his contact info in Hinata's phone to read "OO7" that he realizes Atsumu's penchant for theatrics and tendency to hero-worship might be colliding in an unexpected way.

How /exciting!/

He lets Atsumu make the first move.

It happens when riding the train on their next day off. They're on their way for some dinner and shopping, standing by one of the poles near the subway car doors. Atsumu's fixated on something - or someone - behind Hinata.

"Atsumu-san?" Hinata queries.

"Shhhh," Atsumu smiles.

He rests his hand on the back of Hinata's neck. "Just look at me, and don't react."

Hinata's brows shoot up. He nods.

Atsumu slowly rotates them around the pole until they've switched places. "See the two in the back?"

Hinata flicks his gaze around Atsumu's arm and sees

two lone salarymen at the other end of the car, both holding briefcases. He looks back at Atsumu and nods.

Atsumu leans in, tucking a lock of hair behind his ear and whispering, "Recognized 'em from the last briefing. Wanted for international crimes. Murder. An' a lot worse."

Aha - so /that's/ the game they're playing.

Hinata swallows down the urge to giggle, stepping closer to Atsumu. "Wha--what do we do??" he whispers, playing along and rubbing his cheek into Atsumu's hand where it cups his face.

Nothing like a little roleplay to spice things up.

Atsumu brushes Hinata's lip with his thumb, locking their eyes, expression adoring. "Hafta tail 'em. See what they're up to. A recon mission."

Hinata takes a deep breath, looking up through his lashes. "I understand."

The train lurches and slows, approaching

the next stop. Atsumu threads their hands together and kisses the tops of Hinata's knuckles. "Sorry love. Gonna be a lil' late fer dinner."

Hinata shakes his head, smirking. "Duty calls. If we survive, you can make it up to me. /Later./"

Atsumu grins, squeezing their hands.

"God I love ya," he says, eyes darkening and a sparkle in their depths.

Hinata blows him a kiss.

The train stops. Hinata continues looking amorously into Atsumu's eyes while they track the salarymen from their peripheral vision. The men exit onto the platform. Hinata can tell from Atsumu's grip not to move yet. To be patient.

A thrill runs up his spine.

Passengers around them continue to get on and off the train. At the last possible second Atsumu tugs them through the doors and onto the platform, weaving through the crowd at a brisk pace.

They keep an appropriate distance from the targets. When they emerge from the station

into the shopping district, it gets easier to stay "undercover," just two lovers on a stroll. Whenver the targets turn their direction, Atsumu and Hinata stop to examine the window display of the closest boutique, chatting in their own little world. Not at all suspicious.

They follow closer. Get bolder. They can almost overhear the targets' conversation and this time when one of the salaryment turns around Atsumu and Hinata duck into the alleyway out of sight, huddled close, hearts beating wild in their chests.

The urge to kiss is /unbearable./

But the mission comes first.

Hinata puts a hand on Atsumu's sternum, breathing hard. Atsumu inhales a shaking breath and peers around the corner. He cocks his head to say the coast is clear and off they go, tracking the salarymen on a course to intercept.

They track them to the edge of the food district where the targets stop at an izakaya and join four other salarymen at a standing table. Atsumu and Hinata pause by the menu stand, prentending to debate what to order.

"What now?" Hinata whispers. Atsumu throws an arm around him.

"Need ta get close enough to plant the bug. Can ya distract 'em?" Atsumu whispers into his hair.

Hinata grins, his fingertips tingling. "Leave it to me." He pats Atsumu on the behind before slipping away towards the row of standing tables along the izakaya's patio.

When he's close he pauses, pretends he sees someone inside and waves, rising on his toes. "Tsukki!" he calls out. He rushes forward and feints tripping over the target's briefcase, very nearly knocking several men over in the process. Hinata lands in a sprawl, very careful not to

injure himself. Chaos erupts, customers and staff rushing to help him up. Amid all this, he catches a glimpse of Atsumu placing something into one of the salarymen's pockets before arriving at his side and helping him to his feet.

"Okay there, darlin'?" he asks, steadying him.

Hinata nods, laughing. He bows sheepishly to everyone around them in thanks, as does Atsumu, who takes his hand and leads them away. They giggle, shoulders bumping as they try to make a dignified exit, but the adrenaline and absurdity of it all is too much, and three blocks down

they break into a run, streaking past all the shops and food stands until they're certain they made a clean getaway, breaths coming short and fast.

Holy shit! What the heck?!

Hinata looks at Atsumu, and Atsumu's eyes flash. "C'mon," he says.

Hinata takes his hand and they run

down a side street, zig-zagging to a love hotel they've used before. Hinata asks no questions--there's no need.

He's so desperate for it he climbs Atsumu the moment the door closes behind them and melts their mouths together, kissing Atsumu with a singular hunger.

Atsumu carries Hinata to the bed, strips him like he's unwrapping an expensive confection and makes love to him so thoroughly Hinata almost can't stand it, clinging to Atsumu's back and gasping with each sensual thrust.

It's hotter than /any/ of the sex scenes in any B0nd film.

Atsumu knows /just/ how to ravish him. Knows how to turn all his charisma, his physical prowess, his most dangerous skills into a potent aphrodesiac that takes Hinata so high he soars with pleasure, voice turning hoarse from the successive cries Atsumu coaxes from his core.

"God, I love you," Hinata rasps when his brain can form conscious thoughts again, his overwarm body nestled comfortably under the sheets within the circle of Atsumu's capable arms.

Atsumu smirks, placing a tender kiss on Hinata's temple. "Mission accomplished."
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The next morning, on the train back home:

"Hey, so what did you actually put in that salary guy's pocket?"

Atsumu's mouth shapes a sly grin. "Now, ya know that's top secret, darlin'." He winks.

Hinata scrunches his face, eyes squinted. "/Atsumu/." He pinches Atsumu's arm for good measure.

Atsumu chuckles, pulling on Hinata's earlobe. "Slipped 'im a top of the line trackin' and recordin' device. MI6's mobilizin' to take out the whole operation as we speak."

Hinata squints up at him for a beat. Then he rolls his eyes and sighs. "Forget it."

"'M serious," Atsumu insists. "Sipped one in yer pocket, too."

Hinata sticks out his tongue. "Nevermind, I said."

"Just check yer pocket," Atsumu insists.

Hinata shakes his head, leaning into Atsumu's side. "It's fine, Atsumu. I'll let my big, bad, international man of mystery keep his little secrets."

"/Shouyou/," Atsumu groans exasperatedly, caressing Hinata's face between his large, warm hands. "Yer pocket."

Hinata huffs. There's not going to be anything there, so why is Atsumu insisting? He shoves his hand into his jeans pocket and--

There /is/ something there!

Tiny and hard like a pebble, but with corners? He pulls it out to inspect it more closely and recognizes that it's paper

folded over and over into a square the size of a small coin. Hinata looks up as he carefully unfolds the bit of paper and Atsumu simply beams down at him, gloating and so proud of himself for successfully planting something on him.

Hinata opens the last fold and reads:

"Ten percent off an order of six or more onigiri at Onigiri Miya?" Hinata bounces on his feet, incredulous. "A /coupon/? You slipped the target a coupon?!"

"Not /just/ a coupon," Atsumu shrugs, snickering. He draws Hinata in close, whispering, "/Intel/. 'M workin' both sides."

"Ooooo. Sounds dangerous," Hinata whispers back, grinning. "What if you get caught?"

Atsumu scoffs. "Me? Caught? /Never./"

Hinata strokes his hands through Atsumu's hair, smirking. "Oh, I wouldn't be too sure about that," he says, thinking of the handcuffs fixed to their bed...

and also the small velvet box containing two matching bands of gold nestled in a top secret hiding place in their apartment, perfectly sized to capture the most dazzling, daring, deadliest spy of them all, heart and soul.

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