Animalistic. Bestial. Carnal.
There was no tenderness in the way Sakusa impaled the squirming omega on his thick, girthy, shaft.
Hands latching onto child-bearing hips in a bruising grip, sharp claws dug into soft, supple flesh.
The alpha snarled, bloodied jaws sinking into an unblemished shoulder, to marr the pretty thing rocking in his lap,
mewling sweetly, clenching and milking his cock with his tight, soaking cunt.
“Good omega, so perfect for me,” Sakusa growled, pupils dilating, sinking his swelling knot into the slick wetness, “Take my knot, sweetheart.”
Atsumu keened, toes curling.
Blabbering incoherently about how full he was and how good his alpha was filling him, his tongue lolled out in weak, broken cries.
Hands scrambling for some form of purchase, a shrill scream left his parted lips when Sakusa bore his weight down,
forcing his knees over his shoulders.
Slipping impossibly deeper, Atsumu could almost feel the head of the alpha’s cock kiss his womb.
Back arching, the omega's cock dribbled on his toned belly uselessly. Sakusa licked at the wound on his shoulder, lips brushing against his swollen scent glands, teeth gnawing at them, a promise of what was to come.
“Bite, please,”Atsumu wailed, baring his neck in submission.
Sharp incisors buried themselves in his scent glands, as did the alpha's knot plug him in place. Nothing prepared Atsumu for the sharp pain.
He wailed, the omega in him coaxing him, guiding him to sink his teeth into his alpha's scent glands in return.
Vision flashing white, Atsumu's nails dug into Sakusa's shoulders, raking down his broad back. Clamping down onto his alpha's knot, he milked his mate of his cum.
The fine line between pain and pleasure blurred.
Only the rough pad of Sakusa's tongue licking wet stripes against his bond mark with a throaty growl kept Atsumu from passing out.
*
It had started as a chase. Followed by a hunt.
Every month, when the full moon rose, it signalled a new cycle of heat and ruts. This also called for the predatory instinct in Atsumu to stir, leaving his house in hopes to attract a potential mate.
Finding himself wandering through the lushness of the forest, Atsumu froze when he felt not just one, but multiple pairs of eyes watching his every move, simply waiting to strike on the unmated omega in heat.
A rush of adrenaline had surged through Atsumu's veins, before he started sprinting.
Yet, all but a pair of feet followed after him, the pheromones of a feral, prime alpha driving away other alphas who cowered in fear.
Slick trickling down the back of Atsumu's thighs, his omega was well pleased that he'd caught the attention of such a strong alpha.
"Catch me if you can," he grinned, eyes gleaming cheekily.
The growl coming from the handsome alpha running after him was much closer than he'd anticipated.
"I can, and I will."
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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.