Atsumu couldn't help it, he moaned. Loud and clear, gaze far away.

He heard steps coming near him and then one hand in his hair, pulling his head back to meet the eyes of three people.

"Our turn, baby."

He whined, trembling already under those stares.

"Please."

A warm up for what was about to go down, if the looks of the others was any indication.

He tried to clear his throat, moving back from Meian but the captain didn't let him go far.

"Stay."

An order, like one you'd give to a dog.

Atsumu felt a thrill down his spine, the same one he always felt when eyes were on him. He didn't know they were there, he was sure they were still finishing the cool down, but he didn't care.

He liked it. He loved, even, the idea of having put up a show for them.

Sakusa was leaning against the wall, looking bored but his erection was betraying him, and Hinata was practically vibrating with energy. Lust shadowing his eyes, hands flexing as if preparing himself for a touch. A feel of Atsumu.

"Hm?"

He tilted his head just enough to see Bokuto standing in the room, a visible tent in his short.
And, /oh/, he wasn't alone.

He tried to say so with a broken voice, the aching of his throat not helping forming words but he just /needed/ it so badly.
He heard a chuckle then, from behind him, and Meian pushed his fingers through his hair in a caring manner. Away from covering his face.

He didn't even know it was possible to come just from a compliment when he found himself shaking, head on Meian's thigh and eyes rolled back.
Fuck. It was so hot, he wanted more.

He pulled his hair but kept saying how good he was, how pretty when crying around his dick and how fucking hot he looked while swallowing his cum.

"Good boy, the best."

Atsumu was then ruined. Nothing could have prepared him for those words pronounced breathlessly.

Of being nothing but a warm cavity, made to be filled with cock and moved to please someone else. And Meian, even if strict, was never mean. No, he praised him.

He was moaning and choking, sobbing but never tapping because he loved it.
He didn't know why or how it happened but he loved the sensation of being so powerless. If before he was high on his control of others, he was now completely turned on by the idea of being used.

Meian's leg around his neck, holding him in place and pulling his hair just so to make sure to reach the back of his throat. The tears were running down his face, spit smearing on his face and drool running down his chin and making a mess.

And he was sure that his new team would be the same. The worshipping, the power, the control of the people and their needs. But then he got on his knees for Meian and suddenly his mind was cloudy and all that power and cockyness was pushed away by a dick fucking his mouth.

I wanted a bit of angst when I thought of this

Until one time Atsumu calls him and goes "JUST TELL ME WHAT I CAN GET YOU, I CAN'T BE THE ONLY ONE BEING SPOILED."
and Kenma with the most deadpan expression, still half asleep, simply says "you can get on your knees for me the second we meet."

Atsumu doesn't know how to react at first. He's not used to be so spoiled, so he tries to buy something back for Kenma but Kenma will one up him anytime.

Cue Kenma sending gifts to him.
Cute tie? Here baby, for you.
Oh? You think this shirt is nice? Here, the shirt in all colours you'd like.
Atsumu comes home and the delivery guy is waving him hello because he's way too used to be there.