Atsumu always works the opening shift, brewing and serving high-end specialty roast coffee for the executives in the building along with Komori, Suna, and the shop's manager, Kita.
One by one his boyfriends come by the shop for their morning pick me up,
and to place a special pre-order to be delivered to their office--or a conference room, or some other choice location in the building--at a specified time later in the day.
Under normal circumstances, the cafe actually doesn't do deliveries.
Kita grants Atsumu the ability to offer this premium service to his Alphas, adjusting the cafe schedule as needed, in exchange for the Alphas' consistent financial support.
They're certainly rich enough to shop daily and the coffee they drink is the best in the region. Win-win.
But everyone who knows about this little arrangement also knows that it has /nothing/ to do with the coffee and /everything/ to do with the unique needs of Alphas (and omegas) facing countless stressors at work.
Imagine a corporate skyscraper filled to the brim with the cleverest, most successful Alphas in the city, all vying for the top, emotions high, no outlet or release--
Utter /chaos/. Recipe for disaster.
The company would collapse in ruins if certain allowances weren't made.
The CEO of said company, a visionary with a massive You/tube following, has a first-hand understanding of the need for flexible policies that help to mitigate the fallout from too many pent-up executives.
Conjugal visits, Atsumu fondly likes to call them.
There's nothing like a good fuck to settle an agitated Alpha, mellow him out so he can negotiate with a clear head and close the deal, tamp down his instincts and keep his focus on the goal, to satisfy his urge to dominate before he can self-sabotage in countless work meetings.
Alphas who can bend their lover or mate over their desk and knot before a big presentation can prevent the kind of hostility that breaks out when a bunch of ambitious Alphas get stuck in one room, each of them trying to snatch the best outcome for themselves no matter what.
Atsumu relishes the special power he wields.
Through him, his lovers' successes are ensured.
And all he has to do is /love/.
He was born with an endless supply of love, made to give and exchange it freely. He sees the best in all his men, but also calls them on their bullshit--he's no simpering omega who flatters and fluffs egos without a thought in his pretty head.
He wants them at their very /best/.
If that means pushing his Alphas around now and again, all the better. He might seem like a big jerk sometimes, but it's just his way of nurturing.
His love is tough. It's not meant for scrubs who can't take criticism and who will ultimately stagnate, blind to their weaknesses.
Atsumu's Alphas are the cream of the crop.
Secure enough in their prowess and strength that they can share him with each other and enjoy it. That they can share him /together/ and enjoy it--that they can share each other, too.
One big happy polycule. (Cue dreamy sigh.)
Bouncing Ball's corporate policies allow them to have trysts in the office throughout the day, but the coffee ordering system is fun, and a way to be discreet.
It also helps the Alphas figure out a schedule that works for the day's priorities without overtaxing Atsumu's stamina.
Atsumu was built to take multiple knots per day--/needs/ multiple knots per day, in fact--but even he has limits.
His Alphas are so good to him. He wants to make sure he gives his very best to them too.
The first delivery of the day goes to Kuroo.
(#KuroAtsu) Kuroo's night-owl tendencies make the workday mornings a struggle even with the triple-red-eye, black, he orders at the cafe. Atsumu brings a refill to his office and sits in his lap, grinding and teasing him with kisses until Kuroo's motor thrums nicely in his chest.
(#KuroAtsu) Kuroo would be happy for Atsumu to ride him, to sit back in his executive chair and knot Atsumu's slick hole. Atsumu's not so easy, slipping out of Kuroo's arms so Kuroo chases and corners him by the glass wall. He fucks him hard against it, lifting his thigh until
(#KuroAtsu) he knots him, deep, and Atsumu paints the glass with cum. They stand pressed against the view from the 30th floor until Kuroo's knot deflates. He nuzzles into Atsumu's neck, suitably invigorated for the day's appointments & kissing praises along Atsumu's jaw and lips.
(#MeiAtsu) Meian orders plain black coffee, the Ethiopian blend that's full-bodied with a sharp tang. Unlike Kuroo, he has no trouble with the mornings. A former pro-athlete, he likes to take his morning work calls on the treadmill in his office, using the physical exertion to
(#MeiAtsu) help him focus on strategic dialogue. It works, but by 11am he's sweaty and restless and needs to get off. Atsumu drops the coffee refill by Meian's office and meets him in the corporate gym's locker room, where Meian scoops him up immediately and kisses him like he's
(#MeiAtsu) /starving/. He's always so hot from running on the treadmill Atsumu groans, locking ankles around his waist. Sometimes Meian lays him out on the locker room bench and rails him silly, other times they sequester in the showers and Meian holds him up against the tile.
(#MeiAtsu) It's always intense and physical, especially when he knots--Meian's size steals Atsumu's breath, especially when he fucks so deep it's like he'll choke on it. When they're locked, Meian's quite affectionate, licking his sweaty neck and cradling him close to his chest.
(#KenAtsu) By the time Atsumu cleans up and leaves, his legs are shaky, his body completely sated and flooded with bliss. He floats up to the penthouse suite to bring the CEO, Kenma, another energy drink and a gatorade. The office is set up like a gaming studio. Kenma beckons
(#KenAtsu) Atsumu to where he sits in his gaming center, pulling Atsumu down for a long, sensual kiss. He caresses Atsumu's flushed face, smirking at how wide his pupils still are from visiting his other boyfriends. Kenma hands Atsumu the gatorade and makes sure he drinks it all.
(#KenAtsu) Then he puts on his headset and swivels his chair so Atsumu can get under the desk. There's a pillow for his knees and Atsumu nuzzles into Kenma's groin, widening his legs to unzip his pants. He sucks Kenma fully erect and nestles over his lap, throat warming his cock.
(#KenAtsu) Atsumu relaxes into it, Kenma's cock heavy on his tongue and filling his mouth so full. He's aware of Kenma setting up for his European competitive event, testing the mics and occasionally speaking another language. He drops a hand to Atsumu's head every now and then,
(#KenAtsu) scratching nails through Atsumu's hair. Atsumu groans. Kenma rolls his hips, thrusting shallowly into Atsumu's throat before his attention returns to the event at hand. It's evening somewhere in Europe and Kenma likes to have Atsumu warm his cock while he competes.
(#KenAtsu) It's the edge he needs, and Atsumu's so blissed out it's perfect, drool leaking down his chin, the salty pre from Kenma's tip coating his tongue. When Kenma wins--because of course he does--he fucks and knots Atsumu's face so good Atsumu cums in his pants, untouched.
Atsumu's coworkers no longer bat an eye when he returns to the cafe with towel-dried hair and different clothes. KomoSuna make a game of guessing which boyfriend loaned them, which isn't that difficult to tell. Kenma's spare sweats fit him like capris, but he kinda likes it.
Besides, he can brew excellent coffee wearing /anything/.
(#YakuAtsu) Kita takes over for Atsumu at the coffee bar so he can rush up to the 34th floor. Yaku does not appreciate waiting on anyone, and the closer time creeps to when his international business clients will be at
(#YakuAtsu) work in their time zones, the more agitated he gets. Atsumu brings Yaku a freshly made cinnamon cappuccino. Yaku thanks him, downs the entire thing in one long swallow, and yanks Atsumu in for a spicy flavored kiss. Then he sits on his leather office couch, undoes his
(#YakuAtsu) necktie, and orders Atsumu to strip and kneel. Atsumu complies, a thrill zinging down his spine. Yaku guides him to his fly with a hot hand on his neck and Atsumu eagerly sets to work sucking him off, while Yaku recites a list of complaints he's had bottled up.
(#YakuAtsu) When he's getting too close he directs Atsumu to lay facedown across his lap, knees open. Yaku's pleased to find Atsumu's thighs are wet with slick, and puts a hand flat between Atsumu's shoulder blades while he sinks thick fingers into Atsumu's hole. He works him
(#YakuAtsu) until Atsumu's quivering with need, openly begging to be dicked down, to be knotted. Yaku's dick jumps under Atsumu's abs every time he edges Atsumu away from his orgasm, gripping the base of Atsumu's dick and making him cry out, pleading to cum. Yaku soothes him
(#YakuAtsu) with sweet nothings and turns him over on his back, eyes blown wide with desire. Yaku fucks him right there on the couch, slick on the leather, Atsumu's ankles over his shoulders, folding him in half with hard snaps of his hips. He praises Atsumu throughout, who can't
(#YakuAtsu) stop sobbing, somehow cumming twice before Yaku finally--finally--gives him that big knot he craves. Yaku's quiet and intense as he cums, spilling deep into Atsumu. He finishes with a long, masculine groan that makes Atsumu's omega purr contentedly. Yaku caresses his
(#YakuAtsu) face, runs knuckles along his cheek and thumbs his swollen lips, a look of adoration in his eyes above his satisfied smirk. Yaku bends down and they make out, gently, sensually, hearts still beating fast, basking in tenderness while his knot slowly recedes.
(#BokuAtsu) By mid-afternoon Atsumu prepares a decadent blended frappe with caramel and toffee crunch topping to take up to Bokuto's office. He always starts the day with enthusiasm but as the hours pass his attention starts to wane, and he's ready to refresh his spirits by 3pm.
(#BokuAtsu) Bokuto hug-spins Atsumu in a circle--nearly knocking the frappe from Atsumu's hand--and they laugh, sharing an energetic kiss. Bokkun carries him to the sofa so they can cuddle and share the drink, stealing kisses as they go and laughing about how cold their tongues
(#BokuAtsu) have turned. Bokuto waggles those brows and puts his cold tongue everywhere Atsumu is warm, making him sqirm and giggle--and then sigh and moan, Bokuto eating him out with purpose. Atsumu writhes in pleasure, egging him on, beckoning for Bokuto's cock to fill him.
(#BokuAtsu) Bokuto puts all that restless energy to good use, making sure Atsumu's comfortable and feeling good the whole time, every thrust of his massive cock sending zings through Atsumu's whole body. They finish together, Bokuto's knot squeezing home and locking tight,
(#BokuAtsu) giggling and exchanging compliments in the afterglow. They feed each other the rest of the melty frappe, flirting with sparkling eyes and cold tongues. Refreshed and refocused, Bokuto hugs him and sends him grinning on his way with a playful swat to Atsumu's behind.
Atsumu always has a kind of sugar high after being with Bokuto. He returns to the cafe with a smile on his face and helps out in the back prepping for the next day while the rest handle the last rush of customers before closing time. He's been there since opening--more or less--
so he prepares one last drink before he clocks out, a smooth macchiato with a hint of cocoa on the foam. He makes his way to the 33rd floor and slips into Daichi's office. Daichi's squinting at his computer screen, typing some kind of report. Atsumu places the coffee at his elbow
(#DaiAtsu) and leans against Daichi's chair, wrapping his arms around Daichi's neck. Daichi looks up at him, love and affection in those deep eyes. He pulls Atsumu into a side hug, tucking his head into Atsumu's chest, and confirms he'll be finished pretty soon. Atsumu sets
(#DaiAtsu) a kiss in Daichi's hair and moves behind him, rubbing his shoulders and neck while he types his last reports, sips his coffee and sends his final emails of the day. Atsumu helps him relax without disturbing him, knowing that Daichi has trouble leaving his work at work.
(#DaiAtsu) After focusing all day Daichi needs to unwind a little, to blow off some steam or he'll obsess all night about work. Atsumu loves helping him release that tension. When his desk is clear of paperwork, he stands and pulls Atsumu into his strong embrace, slanting their
(#DaiAtsu) mouths into a heated kiss. Atsumu tugs on the knot of Daichi's tie and he growls, manhandling Atsumu over to the mahogany wood of his desk and sitting him on it. He widens Atsumu's legs and gets between them, grinding their bodies and leaning Atsumu back on his elbows.
(#DaiAtsu) He strips off Atsumu's pants and underwear and unzips his fly, frotting their dicks together in his big hand, brow furrowed with urgency. Atsumu reaches for him and Daichi kisses him long and deep, leaving a trail of kisses and teasing bites down to Atsumu's cock.
(#DaiAtsu) He mouthes its modest length and swallows Atsumu down at the same time he pushes two fingers inside his slicked hole. Atsumu arches off the desk, whining through his teeth. He's trembling so hard he knocks something off the desk. He tries to apologize but Daichi
(#DaiAtsu) squeezes his thigh in reassurance. He brings Atsumu right up to the brink and then releases his cock, licking his lips while Atsumu pants and strains to breathe. Daichi smirks and guides him onto his stomach, holding his legs like a wheelbarrow and fucking into him so
(#DaiAtsu) hard Atsumu howls in ecstasy, scrabbling to hold onto the other side of the executive desk. Daichi ruts rhythmically, finding the exact right angle to have Atsumu singing with each thrust. Daichi huffs and grunts with effort, groaning and getting louder as his pleasure
(#DaiAtsu) builds. All at once they hurtle over the edge. Atsumu thrashes and cums all over the wood, howling again when Daichi's knot locks into place. They pant through the intensity of it, catching their breath. Daichi carefully pulls his desk chair over with his foot, easing
(#DaiAtsu) them both onto it with Atsumu seated fully on his knot. They don't say anything for a while, just sit holding onto each other with their foreheads touching.
When they can move enough to get cleaned up, Daichi packs his briefcase and slings his arm around Atsumu,
escorting him through the near-empty building to the garage. Kuroo and Bokuto are waiting for them by the car to go home and Atsumu smiles, heart fluttering in his chest. He loves them all so very much.
Kenma is technically the owner of their home, but it belongs to all of them.
When Atsumu came over the first time he thought it was a palace--too many rooms to count, too many gardens and pools, honestly too much to comprehend.
But luxury is easy to get used to when you have a large and vibrant polycule to enjoy it with.
Yaku and Kenma usually come home later after concluding their international business. Atsumu finds Meian in the kitchen with Hinata and Sakusa, the three of them fixing dinner while some Brazilian music plays in the background. Dinner preparations halt for about ten minutes while
(#OmiAtsuHina) their group of seven exchanges greetings with hugs, cheek kisses, and the occasional playful grope or sensual tongue kiss. Hinata and Sakusa cage Atsumu between them by the fridge, lining up their bodies and kissing him with serious heat. Meian snorts and shoos
(#OmiAtsuHina) them out of the kitchen to fool around someplace else. Hinata grins and leads them both up the stairs to the third floor terrace's patio furniture, where there's room for the three of them to snuggle up and makeout, hands wandering anywhere they please.
(#OmiAtsuHina) Hinata and Sakusa work outside the corporate world, but their connections to Kenma, Kuroo, and Meian brought them into this polyamorous circle, and Atsumu couldn't be happier. The've been in a committed Alpha-Alpha relationship for years, but found there's room for
(#OmiAtsuHina) them to share love with others too, without diminishing their bond. They have strong feelings for him and the other Alphas and Atsumu's so glad for what they have together. Being with two Alphas at once is a heady thing, especially Alphas who are so in tune, so
(#OmiAtsuHina) sensitive to the instincts they bring out in him, and in one another, when they're intimate. Atsumu has gone to bed with his many Alphas in various combinations, and loves each and every version that they can be with each other. Tonight, he surrenders to Hinata and
(#OmiAtsuHina) Sakusa's thoughtful care and tender ministrations, secure in the knowledge that he has more than enough love to go around--enough to last several happy lifetimes.
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PS - I wanted to do more with the coffee and preorders, LOL. It didn't come out in this thread but I had this idea that the kind of drink they ordered would be a secret code for what kind of sex they were into that day, like what they wanted to do with Atsumu, hehe. ππ
#atsuhina day thread! π¦ππ
briefly #nsfw, romance, humor, spycraft (π)
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.
it's #KissDay!! how fun! let's have some #atsuhina mild #nsfw, cw hybrids, lion!hinata and fox!tsumu
In his lion form, Shouyou's tongue widens, thick and rough like the copper scruff that grows over his cheeks and chin when he hasn't shaved in a couple of days. His jaw's more
pronounced, teeth elongated to sharp points. Shoulders so broad they could be photoshopped but that ripple of muscles down the slope of Shouyou's arched back all the way to his tawny tail are π― real.
Andπ―/Atsumu's./
Atsumu's the first fox ever to marry into the Hinata pride.
There have been countless challenges and culture clashes, sure. Canines and felines may be unusual bedfellows, but Atsumu has /zero/ complaints about their married life. He and Shouyou have something too incredible to let a little thing like retractable claws interfere with their
hinata is a beta with a wide range of skills in his repertoire. he can do everything pretty well and lands a gig with an agency that supplies temporary workers to companies to cover the span of days one of their employees is on leave for their heat/rut.
hinata's job is to smoothly fill in the gaps, and he's very, very good at it.
personal assistant out on heat leave? no problem! hinata will field your phone calls and manage your schedule like a champ, all while brewing the best coffee you've ever tasted in your life.
construction worker out for his rut? no problem! hinata shouyou's well versed in mixing, pouring, and polishing concrete, and has all the muscles to prove it.
what about animal grooming? tennis instructor? backup singer? waiter? valet?
after 2 excruciating hours at the dmv to renew his license, kuroo can't get out of there fast enough. he zips through the parking lot to the exit lane and sees the HOTTEST cop in the world come out the front doors--uniform nice and snug, muscles galore,
competent walk, thick brown hair, a kind gaze that kuroo imagines can turn sharp as a katana when the need arises, the most kissable mouth--
π₯boom-crash-crunchπ₯
"fuck!" kuroo shouts, slamming the brakes and lurching forward and back from the crash. he looks around wildly,
but it seems pretty clear /he/ was the one who caused the fender bender with the truck in front of him.
"fuck!" kuroo repeats through his teeth as the driver /and/ the cop start approaching his vehicle. he fumbles for the door latch and gets out, holding his hands up.
#atsuhina meet-cute, side: GinSuna
Atsumu meets his friends at the pub for Trivia night wearing his favorite Star Trek pride shirt.
Suna snerks at him. "Desperate much?"
Atsumu flicks his ear. "/No/, just hailin' on all frequencies," he retorts, thumbs in his chest, preening. +
Suna rolls his eyes. "Sit down, nerd." Gin pulls Atsumu into a chair and they tease him about how long he's been single, sharing friendly laughter as they look over the menu.
Then the waiter comes over with a tall cold beer in his hand, setting it down right in front of Atsumu.
Atsumu says he didn't order yet and it's a mistake, but the waiter waves him off.
"Nah, it's /definitely/ for you."
"From who?" Atsmu asks.
The waiter clears his throat, turning pink around the ears. "From an admirer who asked me to relay this message: Star Wars is better."
#atsuhina#omegaverse
The winter of Atsumu's senior year, his family vacations in a countryside village. At the Christmas tree farm he meets a boy around his age with a smile as radiant as the sun on snow... and a powerful scent that triggers his heat.
When his suppressant doesn't work and there's no time to get help, Atsumu has to trust this redheaded alpha to knot him and dispel his heat. But he's not the only one affected--the alpha's inexplicably in rut & it takes several hours (and rounds) before their conditions subside.
Atsumu's overprotective parents end their vacation early and rush back to the city before he can even say goodbye. He's resigned to keep the encounter in his heart as a beautiful memory that will fade over time... until he discovers he's pregnant.