When Atsumu first came up with the ingenious idea of dragging his sorry ass to a dimly-lit pub right down the corner of a block after dinner,
Osamu had been quick to reject his twin brother entirely. Knowing Atsumu would slither away into the lap of his mate, Sakusa Kiyoomi, was one thing.
After hearing that it was a gathering for volleyballers in the V league, having stopped volleyball in high school to
embrace his culinary dreams, Osamu found it awkward if he were to be present.
While catching up with some players in the V league he considered friends was nice, there was a certain dark haired alpha he wanted to avoid at any cost.
Suna Rintarou-
The reason for his demise and how Osamu wasn't able to get over the way Suna had shown him what it was like to ‘get wrecked’ and 'have his back blown out'.
Simply put, back when he was 20, Suna had shown him how good it felt to be an alpha being bitched.
Now Osamu was by no means a masochist. (At least he didn't peg himself to be one.) He wasn't submissive by nature.
Born as an alpha, he'd been hard wired to find an omega as his pair, before settling down, but something had gone seriously wrong with the way he was wired.
He couldn't pop a knot fucking a slick, wet omega.
The first time he decided to leave a bar with another alpha, it proved to be an eye opener. But a good experience?
Osamu begged to differ.
He wasn't a stranger to sleeping around or one night stands. While it took the edge off, Osamu never found it satisfying. Every fuck left him empty and even emptier when those alphas he'd been with, only cared about chasing after their own pleasures.
Every alpha, except Suna.
Suna had touched him with purpose, worshipping every part of his body, sending every part of his flesh jolting, like live wire.
Large palms had circled around his waist, dragging his hips down a cock- thick, girthy and long.
Murmuring praises that sounded ridiculously hot in a silky smooth voice, Suna had made him cum on his cock with even more whispers of adoration, dragging out the pleasure in a long, torturous session, before finally giving him what he wanted- his knot.
Osamu hadn't been able to forget what being with the older, experienced alpha was like.
"Come on 'Samu, join us!"
"No."
Speed walking back to the train station and ignoring the petulant whining, complaints and insults for being ‘too uptight, rigid and in desperate need for a good lay’ coming from Atsumu, where Osamu finally caved in was when he met his twin's honey orbs glazed over with tears.
“I just want to have a drink with yer,” Atsumu mumbled sullenly, choking up on (crocodile) tears, “We haven't seen each other since you've been so busy with Onigiri Miya’s franchise opening. The rest of the team’s here too-
Sakusa, Bokuto, Hinata, MSBY, even the Adlers’. We booked the place in advance to celebrate the end of a season. Come on, ‘Samu, it'll be fun. Everyone wants to see how yer doing. ”
Osamu sighed begrudgingly, relenting.
What were the odds that he'd meet someone he had been avoiding for the past 2 years?
Dragged into the dimly lit pub, the loud clinking of glasses, dance music and cheering could be heard.
“Tsumu and Samu’s here!” Bokuto hollered, upon noticing their entry.
Osamu found himself smiling at the warm welcome and nodded at the players mingling at different tables, drinking.
Spotting Kuroo, Kenma and Akaashi, he relaxed, settling amongst them. It was relieving when Kita and Aran came around and they delved into a catch up session.
It felt good talking to everyone at the bar, but Osamu should've known better.
Looking up from the rim of his shot glass, the familiar sight of a dark haired male standing by the entrance of the bar, made him go still.
The look of interest and hunger in sultry fox-like eyes brought back Osamu's memories of being pinned under the punishing snap of hips, all too quickly.
The scent of mint and cherries filled Osamu's lungs.
Taking a deep, shuddering inhale, his eyelashes fluttered shut as a full body shiver raked across his body.
“Osamu, you okay?"
The hand that rested on his lower back left as soon as a threatening growl and snarl emitted from parted lips that had kissed and worshipped every inch of his skin once.
"Don't fucking touch him."
A firm grip wrapped around Osamu's wrist, tugging him up forcefully,
and out of the pub that had gone painfully silent, before going back to its initial volume.
It was like they hadn't left in the first place. There was a strange serenity in being the only two people standing in the middle of a small alley.
Smelling the potent scent of Suna's pheromones up close, Osamu was a jittery mess. It didn't help that the grip on his wrist had yet to slacken.
Instead, the older alpha rubbed his wrists against that his scent glands.
Oh. This was it-
Osamu melted, jaws aching, saliva pooling in his mouth. He had missed this. The touch of an alpha older, more experienced, and knew what he was doing.
A knowing chuckle rumbled from Suna's chest.
"I've missed you, sweetheart," the dark haired alpha murmured lowly against his ear, dragging his hands down Osamu's sides, counting every rib, before resting his palms on his hips.
Osamu's breath hitched in his throat at the raw emotion laced in Suna's voice.
It sounds see hoarse, near feral.
Daring to look into misty grey eyes with flecks of olive greens and fine, rich molten gold, Osamu could only tremble from the sheer intensity and passion raging like a storm in Suna's eyes.
"I-"
"What do I need to do to keep you by my side, Osamu?" Suna spoke in an undertone, tugging him closer.
Their lips brushed against one another's. Osamu was positively weak in the knees, only held by the unyielding hold the taller alpha had on him.
He found himself in capable of any words, but he wanted this. Whatever it was.
It boiled down to the cheapest forms of happiness.
One that came at a hefty cost.
(One he was all too happy to pay for.)
Loving Miya Atsumu, the kumicho of Inarizaki, their rival gang.
As the young kumicho of Itachiyama, Sakusa knew better than anyone else that the initial spark of interest igniting in his chest the very first time he laid his eyes on Atsumu, could only mean trouble.
Sakusa, who makes throaty, guttural groans at slender digits weaving through his inky locks of curls, tugging hard, sending his head tipping back.
And Atsumu, who makes the sweetest mewls, sinking down on his cock, thighs trembling, struggling to hold his weight.
Plush lips travelling down the smooth expanse of porcelain skin littered with a constellation of moles, Atsumu’s lips shift to meet his alpha’s soft ones, in a slick, languid exchange of tongues and saliva.
Day 04: Crime | nsfw | Angel Atsumu x Demon Sakusa AU
Loving you was a crime. I was a criminal, and you were guilty.
Atsumu had never felt so at peace with himself, and where he was.
Situated atop strong, sturdy thighs, his thin, white garments shredded and slipping off his bare shoulders, his eyelids drooped as he planted himself down firmly, until the back of his thighs flushed against another's.
He let out a quiet sigh.
Drool slipping down his chin at the lean, slender digits tightening around his throat, applying the faintest pressure against the sides of his nape with calloused fingers lined with sharp, inky black claws,
LATE Day 04: Confessions (Hybrids | FoxTsumu x Panther Omi)
Atsumu has a secret admirer.
Someone who has been leaving behind random trinkets in his locker; a symbol of courtship, it starts with a marble, the colour of a storm.
Followed closely by another, the colour of his eyes- a hazel brown with speckles of honey gold.
In the days to come, he finds a pebble shaped like a fox, a seashell, and an acorn.
The team makes a great fuss about it, laughing particularly hard when Atsumu retrieves an acorn from his locker post practice, but he pays no mind to the boisterous chortling from his teammates.
LATE Day 03: “Don't tempt me” (nsfw | a/b/o | Model Atsumu x Bodyguard Sakusa)
Atsumu was someone who basked in being in the limelight. An omega who found his footing in the modelling industry, he enjoyed being the centre of attention.
Gaining amassed fame on runways and photoshoots with a coy, skittish look paired with a fierce, unwavering gaze, the contrast was enough to enrapture and pique anyone's interest.
It was hard not to love a model who was so confident, radiant and gorgeous.
Albeit seeming brash in interviews when his secondary gender was brought up, it was the very fact that Atsumu wasn't afraid to advocate for omegas like himself, and wear his heart on his sleeve, that made him a breath of fresh air in an industry run by alphas and betas.