"Put your back into it, doll," Sakusa cooed, wrapping slim, dexterous digits around the small of Atsumu's waist.
The dark swirls of ink accentuating his body, looked good flushed against tan, quivering thighs that met his, in a wet clap of skin against skin.
Dragging the blonde down his shaft, mandling him as he saw fit, Sakusa's lips quirked into a pleased smile when Atsumu quaked, nails digging into his shoulder blades for some form of purchase.
"Too much for our star setter to handle?" Sakusa gloated.
Heat pooled in his belly at the flash of defiance in honeyed orbs. They quickly glazed over with lust.
"Poor thing."
"Shut yer trap, Omi," Atsumu hissed sharply, lips parting at the tightening grip on his hips, and punishing snap of hips driving up into his heat.
"I'll shut up when you start tightening your pussy," Sakusa murmured hotly into the shell of the setter's ear.
His fingers prodded at the flushed rim that clamped down on him greedily.
Atsumu made a sound that sounded like a broken whine. Cock bobbing against his belly, the pretty blonde thing riding him sloppily, shuddered.
His sun kissed skin turned a splotchy shade of red.
𝘖𝘩.
Did Atsumu just cum untouched?
Was the sweet thing bouncing on his lap, that inexperienced, after all that boasting and self acclamations of being a good fuck, back in the MSBY lockers?
He hadn't been all that great, with the way he fumbled.
Atsumu was endearing though, blushing prettily at the simplest of touches. Needy and responsive.
Gratification washed over Sakusa.
"You like this, don't you, Atsumu?" The outside hitter hummed, increasingly pleased, when Atsumu's eyes watered, "So pretty. So tight. Perfect. Pussy made just for me."
The setter sobbed, shaking his head.
" 's not a pussy! Yer idiot, Omi- It's-"
"Really?" Sakusa purred, turning his attention to Atsumu's chest.
He flicked at a hardened nub and relished in the way the blonde clenched down.
Cute.
"Just give in to me, sweetheart. Let me take the reigns and show you what it's really like to have a good fuck."
//Sometimes I just think about Sakusa with tattoos hidden under his sleeves, being experienced at you-know-what-those-hands-and-bendy-wrists-do and I go brrrrrr
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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.