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#sakuatsu a/b/o | Yakuza Sakusa x Single Parent Atsumu

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#ushioi #iwaoi (slight) Viking au

 Day 04: Scenting

“Tooru, you are to be wedded to Ushijima Wakatoshi from Shiratorizawa.”

The moment these words left his father's lips with finality and no room for any argument, Oikawa's heart sank.

#sakuatsu

Day 04: "Your scent is killing me"

"You smell."

Atsumu glared from where he lay curled on the sofa, a spark of irritation surging through his veins.

He'd painstakingly taken the trouble to cook up a hearty meal for his mate despite feeling unwell this morning, and that ungrateful bastard was giving him shit, the moment he stepped home from training?

Absolutely unforgivable.

#ushioi

Day 01: Fated Mates

It shouldn't have hurt so much- but to say it was anguish, would be an understatement. Broken sobs and shattered cries left Oikawa's heaving chest.

This couldn't be it. Wakatoshi had to be pulling a horrible prank on him- 

#sakuatsu

Day 1: Possessiveness 

For years, Atsumu had harboured feelings for a certain man with a dark set of curls. Paired with even darker onyx eyes that glinted under the bright lights of the volleyball court, the man of his affections was unfairly handsome. 

Cheekbones seemingly sculpted by the hands of God, lithe limbs born from hard work and effort, and alabaster skin littered with the prettiest of constellations (his favourite being the two moles framing the right side of his forehead; double stars), to Atsumu, Sakusa Kiyoomi was a galaxy. A mystery, a dream and above all… 

Untouchable.

#sakuatsu a/b/o | First time parents

All Sakusa could register was the vice-like grip of steel wrapped around his wrist grounding him, and the wave of ice-cold panic washing over him, sinking into his bones. 

He had to be calm for his mate.

Throwing a quick glance at Atsumu who had been looking steadily uncomfortable since his water bag broke, the alpha was not prepared for the yelp of excruciating pain emitting from his omega.

#sakuatsu Mystical au | Merman Sakusa x Prince Atsumu

A quarter past midnight, a lithe, willowy figure could be seen under the moonlight and vast night sky dotted with stars. Slouched over by the lake, quiet cries left a heaving chest.

A heart heavy laden, it was weighed down by troubles, doubts and woes.

Atsumu hadn't meant to cry, but the ache in his wretched heart hurt. Painfully so.

He didn't want to get married. Not to a warlord. A monster. A beast. Someone he hadn't met before, and didn't love.

#sakuatsu a/b/o

"You're in high spirits today, love," Sakusa murmured softly, nosing his omega's scent glands. 

Atsumu wriggled in his lap, beaming. It was endearing. The excitement shining in his eyes was palpable, and it never failed to bring the alpha so much joy.

To Sakusa, Atsumu was his bundle of sunshine and happiness. He couldn't imagine living a life without his mate.

"I got my Halloween outfit all ready!" Atsumu babbled eagerly, "Hang on, Omi, lemme put it on for yer!"

Clambering off Sakusa's lap, the omega scrambled to grab a small black box before rushing to the toilet. Sakusa shook his head in amusement.

It was a good five minutes before Atsumu made his appearance in their bedroom.

To say that it was a pleasant surprise, would be an understatement.

Sakusa dropped the book he had been reading. His reading glasses slipped off the bridge of his nose.

"I take yer like it?" 

Atsumu purred, twirling in a nurse crop top and a short pink skirt that did little to cover tan skin and his perky ass that was practically hanging out.

Sakusa didn't just 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 it.

He 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 it.

Taking in thick, toned thighs clad in sheer thigh high stockings to match, a garbled groan died in his throat. 

"Sweetheart, you're 𝘯𝘰𝘵 wearing this for Halloween."

That became very clear, when the alpha all but pounced on his omega and made sure that this piece was only to be worn in their bedroom. 

#sakuatsu 

Atsumu doesn't consider himself to be camera shy. Nor does he deem himself to be one that gets nervous easily.

Under the blinding snaps, flashes, and camera shutters going off every second however, Atsumu can't deny that he's feeling slightly overwhelmed from all the media coverage on being part of the national team, and one of the starting setters, to boot.

#sakuatsu 

It's a quiet morning. A day off practice. The break of dawn.

Atsumu traces the many stars and constellations across the smooth expanse of his lover's chest. 

"One, lil' Omi, Two, Omiomi-"

Mumbling quietly, Atsumu counts and names the moles littering pale, porcelain skin. He giggles under his breath.