#ushiatsu

One too many shots in, Atsumu reveals one of his useless talents is tying a cherry stem into a knot with his tongue—a seemingly innocuous confession requited with low chuckles and curious hums.

Yaku licks his lips slowly, mischief flickering in his eyes.

Bokuto pauses mid-sentence, his mouth left hanging open for a few seconds before finally closing, then he visibly gulps.

Kageyama and Hinata exchange knowing glances at each other, a silent understanding shared between longtime partners.

Ushijima maintains a stern facade, but hidden from view, his leg starts bouncing as if a tribute to a dormant urge suddenly awakened without warning.

Aran gleams, a Cheshire grin across his handsome face. “Ya sure can,” he remarks with a smug look as he ruffles Atsumu’s hair.

Suna downs his shochu in one guzzle, cheeks heating up as if recalling a not-so-distant memory rather than from the alcohol.

Sakusa shortly excuses himself from the table to return to his room ahead of everyone else. He doesn’t get much sleep that night. (And he’s had to shower twice… for reasons too shameful to admit out loud.)

Hoshiumi begrudgingly ushers Gao to the restroom to wash the drool off his face.

“This is so cool,” Hinata gushes, hip-knocking Atsumu as they head towards the locker room, shoes scuffing on polished hardwood. “It almost doesn’t feel real.” He chuckles, wiping sweat from the back of his neck with a towel. “We’re here, on Japan’s National Team. Going to the Olympics! I’m playing with Kageyama again! Oh, and with Ushiwaka! It still spins me out how big that man is!”

Atsumu almost feels himself wilt.

Ushijima Wakatoshi.

Hinata keeps talking— probably not even about Ushijima anymore— but Atsumu’s hardly listening, his eyes finding the man in question almost instantly. As thick as Bokuto and taller than Sakusa, Ushijima is hard to miss; built like a Greek statue, and about as animated as one too. He’s a solitary guy, always by himself if he’s not flanked by the other Adlers.

Idk ok the idea was funny to me

He wasn’t in it for the hot sex even, although it certainly is a nice bonus—especially when they’re a bit rough and eagerly thorough, exactly the way Atsumu likes his playthings. He has a plethora of toys to pleasure himself with and he’s acquainted himself with the sweet spots that make his body ascend to the stratosphere before anyone else, the deepest satisfaction only he can tap into.

No, Atsumu was in the sugar baby business purely for self-indulgence. For what else is more thrilling than a pretty little omega getting older alphas succumb to his whims and jump through hoops to enthrall his attention?

Over time, he’s gained a range of clientele—betas, alphas, even a few omegas—and he’s cherry picked the ones he grew fond of regardless of dynamics, keeping a loose hold of their leash.

“Heading out already?” Oikawa asks as he shimmies behind Atsumu in the vanity room.

“Mhm… I won’t be back until Sunday so don’t wait up for me,” Atsumu bats his eyelashes coyly, a gesture only his roommate and closest friend would understand.

“Well, someone’s going on another wild sexcapade~” Oikawa teases in a singsong. “Which capital D-a-double d-y are you meeting this weekend?”

Atsumu rolled his eyes but he couldn’t hide the giddy smile on his face. “The pretty one with blue eyes I hung out with at the gala.”

“Already?! You just met last week!”

Atsumu shrugs, nonchalant. “Eh, I mentioned I liked unwinding in the mountains and he said he’d take me to his cabin.”

“Sounds like a horror story in the making.”

“His villa is in Niseko,” he punctuates with a wave of his hand as if that disproves Oikawa’s allegations. “Heard there’s an onsen too.”

“Oh, and there can never be crime in a hot spring in Niseko, can’t there?”

“Exactly!”

The two omegas share incredulous looks before bursting into laughter. They know how outrageous their conversation sounds.

“You’re incorrigible,” Oikawa bumps their hips together and starts retouching his hair. “Why didn’t I join you in this side hustle again?”

“Because you’re head over heels for my brother.”

“That I am~” Oikawa sticks his tongue out, not a hint of shame in his voice. “Have you seen the gorgeous man?”

“Of course, I have.” A sigh. “Almost everyday for the past 26 years. Every time I look into the mirror too, except I see a prettier version.”

“That’s because Osa-chan is more handsome!”

“Yes, yer right!” Atsumu feigns acquiescence.

“Anyway, tell me more about this new beau. I know you wouldn’t spare him a glance if he wasn’t worth your time. Do you think he’s a keeper?”

Atsumu doesn’t respond, but the light blush on his cheeks gives away his thoughts.

“And you think he’s gonna receive a courting gift from Kansai’s sweetheart?”

The insinuation makes Atsumu flush deeper. Oikawa bites back a squeal.

Traditionally, courting gifts were pieces of jewellery that brandished ownership of omegas. Atsumu deems that custom should change, for alphas deserve love in the form of gifts too—exorbitant yet meaningful, small tokens of gratitude for the pampering he receives by a multifold.

A silver necklace for Kotarou, the handsome divorcee he met at the bar who offered his coat when he noticed Atsumu sniffling and shivering from the cold. That night, he bought Atsumu a drink and drove him back to his condo; Atsumu’s lips were still tingling from the alpha’s kiss after they parted.

Matching black pearl earrings for Hajime and Shuugo who were long-term partners looking to spice up their relationship with a younger boy toy so they arranged for a CM at the TV station they own. All to reel Atsumu into their orbit.

A gold bangle for Wakatoshi, the stoic gentleman who showed up at his shoot with a bouquet of roses after showing no interest at the party they met in. Turns out, Wakatoshi was more than interested in him and has been one of his earliest subscribers.

A dial watch for Kuroo, Atsumu’s primary sponsor and the one who pushed him to start streaming. People often mistake him as Atsumu’s bodyguard, for no fans can swarm Kansai’s sweetheart when he’s in proximity.

An emerald pendant for Rintarou, his high school senior, the green complementing his eyes. He’s shared a lot of Atsumu’s firsts and remains his unofficial emergency contact, always one call away.

A moonstone for Kiyoomi, his longtime rival in the industry. They may have started on the wrong foot but their fans shifted from toxic discourse to fiercely shipping them together, earning them pet names of “sunshine and dark night.”

Atsumu and Oikawa’s playful banter is interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing, Atsumu gasps and gives his eyebrow one final stroke of the brow gel before checking himself out in the mirror then scurrying to the front door.

“Atsumu, hi.”

The man had thick rimmed glasses framing his blue eyes and a velvety voice that would make anyone melt. “The driver is upfront. Ready to go?”

Atsumu hums, his scent reaching the inner parts of the room.

“Oh, and before we go…” He leans into Atsumu’s space slowly, tentatively—an invitation—and waits for Atsumu to close the distance so they can share a kiss, short and sweet. “You look beautiful, darling. And you smell so good.”

The man slides an arm around Atsumu’s waist and Atsumu slots perfectly in his hold and lets himself be guided out the door. “Thank ya, Keiji-san.”

Hina: c’mon just a hint, Tsumu-san!!!!!!

Atsu: 😋

Suna: @/OjiroAce you know, don’t you?

Atsu: Aran-kun, shh!!!

Aran: sigh… something white, like a dress

Bo: GASP

Bo: Tsum-Tsum as a bowling pin part 2??

Gao: angel Atsumu, save me 🙏

Ushi: a sexy ghost?

Omi: bunny maid Atsu…

Iwa: damn Sakusa, can’t pick just one huh?

Iwa: agree

Kags: Atsumu-san will be a pretty fairy

Hina: fairies don’t wear white dresses, Bakayama!

Kags: they can if Atsumu-san wants to, boke!

Yaku: wanna be my bride, Miya?

Omi: 🤺

[Ojiro Aran has muted the chat]