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.
Anchoring himself, the omega adjusts to the fullness of having Sakusa’s palm rest against his belly, exerting the slightest pressure.
"'s so good, Omi," Atsumu slurs, pulling away to interlock his fingers with Sakusa's.
"You're doing so well," Sakusa murmurs, chest rumbling at the way his omega clenches down on him.
Tucking a stray strand of hair away from Atsumu's forehead, the affection stirring in his heart is near unbearable when he catches the soft smile forming on his omega's lips.
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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.
Atsumu is no fool. He isn't completely oblivious to the fact that he has a crush on his teammate, Sakusa.
But is he one to confront his feelings up-front and admit to liking his sea-urchin-of-a-teammate who has come to be a more reliable companion than he thinks he is?
He isn't.
In his defence, Omi-omi, as he likes to call Sakusa, is the last person Atsumu had thought of bringing over to his extended family reunion over the holidays.
Caving in ultimately, when no one else agreed to help him to escape the neverending questions coming from
Day 02: “Do it. I dare you” (nsfw | a/b/o | Bitching)
Tension lingers on the court whenever Sakusa and Atsumu exchange less than subtle glances at one another. Shoulders brushing as they stand side by side in the locker room post-practice,
the flare in pheromones wafting through the air is instant, and overpowering.
A friction between two alphas that goes beyond petty competitiveness they have had since high school, there has been a noticeable shift in their relationship,
ever since a drinking session with the MSBY team left them tumbling into a love hotel, fighting for dominance, and exchanging touches far from gentle.
Purplish bruises blooming across tan and otherwise unblemished skin, bloody scratches raking down a pale,