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.
Reaching out to grip knobbly, calloused fingers in a handshake for formality's sake, he had reeled back at the contact, as though he’d grazed a burning flame.
The touch was one that lingered, down to his fingertips, leaving a fire in its wake.
Meeting the unwavering gaze fixated on him, staring at him with a piercing intensity that only served to unnerve him, the spectrum of hues from warm caramel to hot cocoa glinting in Atsumu’s eyes had swept his feet away, and what was left of breath, hitching in his throat in awe.
(It was there and then that Sakusa came to realise that he was quite positively done for.)
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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.
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