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teamatsumu · 6 months

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kinktober 2023 -> day 22

knot - miya osamu x reader

word count: 1988

warnings: alpha!osamu and omega!reader, a/b/o dynamics, swearing, knotting, mentions of heat and rut

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You knew you would regret this. God, the amount of stupidity that was going into your decision right now would make you hurl later. But right now, you could give less of a shit.

It was with teary eyes and choppy, difficult breaths that you messaged Osamu. SOS. Come over ASAP. Your fingers trembled as you typed, and your vision was a mess, swimming, things going in and out of focus. Once you had sent the message, you dropped your phone somewhere out of sight, flopping back onto the bed, your sheets damp with sweat.

It was Day 6 of your heat, and even though normally things would start calming down by now, you were nowhere close to that. Instead of slowly cleaning up, like you often did during this time, you were still motionless on your bed, breathing hard and heavy, sweaty all over, and core clenching so painfully it made you cry fresh tears every few minutes. You had finally accepted that no amount of warm water bottles or silicone dildos could get you through this. Your body was craving an Alpha’s knot. And your heat was too stubborn to go down without it.

Hence the text to Osamu.

Osamu had been your friend for a few years now, ever since he opened his first ever branch of Onigiri Miya. Your personalities had gelled extremely well, so it was no wonder that you both made room for each other in your lives. Osamu was someone you trusted completely. He was kind, very caring, very perceptive, and very protective. He was the perfect Alpha, and of course, your little Omega heart had fallen head over heels for him. You were convinced however, that he didn’t feel the same for you. Osamu didn’t seem interested in courting at all, with anyone. He had briefly mentioned to you how focused he was on expanding his business, so you were sure he had no desire to be tied down with a mate at the moment. And so, your feelings remained boxed up, grateful to be part of his life in any way, even if it was platonic.

But biology could not be ignored. Even if you had gaslit yourself into believing you were fine being his friend, the Omega in you craved him. Desperately. Ardently. So no wonder you were still here, still in the very depth of your heat, with no signs of it stopping anytime soon. No wonder your Omega had taken over, mind blanking as you texted Osamu to come to you. You had lost to your Omega in your vulnerable condition, and you had beckoned the Alpha to you. Now you lay there, anxious, not knowing what you would do. All you knew was that you wanted him so bad you would do anything to get him.

The banging on your door startled you, and you heard Osamu’s muffled voice call out your name. With the last remnants of your strength, you stumbled out of your room and to the front door, clad in nothing but your tiniest shorts and skimpy crop top. The banging continued, even as your shaky hands unlocked and unchained the door. When you pulled it open, you nearly crumbled.

Your bloodshot eyes met Osamu’s calm, gray ones, his hand held up mid-knock. You saw the exact moment your scent hit him, his face scrunching and entire body stiffening, eyes widening in realization.

“You’re- you… Y/N, you-” His hand shot up to cover his nose, taking a step back. You abruptly shot forward, hand fisting the front of his shirt so he wouldn’t go any farther, tugging so hard that he stumbled towards you. You took advantage of that and pulled him further inside, shutting the door behind him and locking it.

Osamu groaned behind you, and you turned in time to see his eyes wandering over your almost bare body, your clothes leaving nothing to the imagination. His chest heaved, and a faint sheen of sweat was already forming around his hairline.

“Y-ya need to let me leave.” His voice was low, words muffled behind his hand. You almost moaned at the sound.

“Can’t.” You choked out, eyelids fluttering as you took in great big breaths of air, reveling in his wonderful scent, which was heightened by your sensitive nose. You stepped closer to him, knees buckling. He immediately stepped back. You whined in protest.

“Ya don’t want this.” He continued to reason. “Yer in heat. Yer not thinking straight.”

You shook your head furiously. “Always- always wanted you, Alpha.” You breathed. “Wanted you for so long. But you,” your lower lip wobbled. “You didn’t want me.”

Osamu’s eyebrows shot up, eyes widening in shock. He remained frozen in place as you moved closer to him, until you were right before him, standing on your tiptoes to nose at his neck, right on top of his scent gland. You heard him release a shaky exhale, hand dropping from his mouth as he finally breathed in your scent.

“Fuck.” His voice was strained, not protesting or stopping you as you moved forward, body pressing to his. Your tongue lapped over his neck, scenting him with fervor now that he wasn’t stopping you, and the Omega in you purred in satisfaction when your scent started mixing with his. And he was letting you.

“Omega…” His protest was weak, hands already brushing over your bare sides, fingers flexing as if he was holding himself back. So you decided to give him one final push.

“Why do you think my heat won’t go down?” You mumbled into his neck. “My Omega needs you, ‘Samu. Needs your knot. Give it to me, Alpha. Need it so bad.”

That’s all it took.

Osamu bent his head until his lips met yours, hard and rough. You keened into his mouth, one hand reaching up to tangle tightly in his hair while the other fisted his shirt to pull him even closer. Osamu’s hands were running wild over you, your waist, your hips, running down your back until they squeezed your ass. You arched into him, sighing when his fingers brushed over your clothed slit, groaning low.

“Yer soaking.” He whispered, voice low and thick with want. He pushed the crotch of your shorts aside, immediately shoving two long, thick fingers inside you. You cried out at the feeling, clenching desperately around him.

“What’d ya use?” He asked, his other hand gripping so tight at your waist it almost hurt. “Dildo? Vibrator? Tell me. What’d ya stuff this weepin’ cunt of yers with?”

You moaned at how filthy he sounded, at how prominent his accent got when he was turned on. You mumbled your answer into his neck, clinging to him as you ground your hips down on his fingers, trying to prolong the relief his fingers brought. He chuckled.

“Dirty little ‘Mega. Ya want me this bad? Look at ya, yer drippin’ down my whole hand.”

Your knees buckled again, and this time Osamu didn’t stop you. Instead, he lowered himself along with you, until you were sprawled right there, on the floor of your living room, legs spread and welcoming Osamu as he fit snugly there, his tongue running wildly over your entire neck, nosing at your scent gland. His throbbing erection pushed into your thigh, his fingers still working into you at a leisurely pace. You whined.

“Alpha, please.” You choked out, pleading with him through teary eyes. “Please.”

Osamu pulled away from your neck to look down at you, and you noticed how flushed he was. His hair was a mess, face red and eyes wild. His lips were swollen and bruised, and through his open mouth, you could see the faint beginnings of his canines. They were elongating. Your eyes widened.

Was your heat triggering Osamu’s rut?

You didn’t have it in you to think about it further because Osamu was sitting up, undressing quickly and doing the same to you until you were both bare before each other. You moaned at the sight of his cock, hard and throbbing, flushed to an angry maroon shade. The base was already a little swollen and your mouth watered at the sight. Your Omega keened. There it was. His knot. And you needed it inside you now.

Osamu seemed to be on the same page, because moments later he was pushing into you, taking advantage of the copious amounts of slick you were producing to slide straight in, groaning loud when his hips met yours, buried into you to the hilt. Your jaw went slack, immediately feeling your body temperature go down and the pain in your core settle slightly. Your Omega preened and settled, finally getting what it so desperately craved. Your Alpha on top of you, stuffing you full of his cock, the promise of getting his knot soon.

(Of course, he wasn’t your Alpha. You were pointedly ignoring that fact.)

Osamu was quick to set a punishing, fast pace, ramming his cock into your wet hole with all his might. You gasped and shook under him, eyes rolling up in your head at the feeling. It felt divine, after days and days of wanting exactly this, finally having it felt like an out of body experience. Your cunt was fluttering in delight, so happy to get what you wanted, and you felt your whole body sing at the feeling. You watched as Osamu smirked a little, smelling the shift in your scent.

“Feel good?” The question was rhetorical. How you were feeling was written all over your face, evident in the way your scent sweetened. Yet you still furiously nodded.

“So good, Alpha.” You whined, arching up off the floor, your breasts bouncing with each harsh thrust. “Fuck. Wanted this so bad. Wanted your cock in me for so long. God, need your knot. Please. Please.”

Osamu groaned, broken and shaky, cursing under his breath as he lifted your legs up to your chest, pressing down until you were folded into a mating press, his pace becoming even more rough and sloppy. You cried out at the feeling, eyes widening at how suddenly his demeanor had changed. You eyed Osamu curiously through your wet eyes, watched the gold specks appear in his eyes, watched his canines elongate until they were reaching below his bottom lip.

Osamu had just started his rut.

Your back arched up as your orgasm hit you full force, legs kicking and flailing as much as they could in Osamu’s bruising grip, feeling wave after wave of electricity zip through you. Osamu’s cock was swelling rapidly at the base, indicating how close he was to finishing too, the size of it catching on your abused hole with every thrust until he was moaning loud, pressing forward with force to make sure he could bully the knot into you. You cried out at the stretch, gasping when Osamu stilled and his cum started pouring into your cunt. He twitched and shook above you, riding out his orgasm as you ran a hand over his back, coaxing him through it.

All was silent except your heaving breaths. Osamu slowly lowered your legs until they were wrapped around his waist, knot still snug inside you. You sighed and wrapped your arms over his broad shoulders, eyelids fluttering shut. He carefully nosed at your neck.

“Feel better?” He asked, voice hoarse. You hummed and nodded in reply.

“What about you? I think I triggered your rut.” You looked down at him sheepishly, eyeing the sharp canines now prominent against his lips, and Osamu sighed, mouth twitching up into a smile.

“Ya did.” He relaxed into you even more, cock shifting inside you slightly. “Can’t say I’m mad about that. It was totally worth it.”

You giggled, leaning your cheek against Osamu’s hair as you both waited for his knot to go down.

“For what it’s worth, Y/N, I’ve always wanted ya too.”

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mavrintarou · 8 months

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[2:18 PM] Miya Osamu A/B/O

Hello - sorry for temporarily abandoning you all. I've been needing lots of motivation to finish WYE. Thought in the meantime, I could get reinspired again... and this is what I got. Completely smutty alpha Osamu.

Warning: My A/B/O works are never safe for work... completely explicit content that I'm wondering what is wrong with me lol. If you're new, do check out the other HQ and JJK A/B/O works too in my masterlist. .

Osamu sighed for the millionth time, running a hand through his gray mane. His dark brown-black roots were beginning to grow longer each day lately he has not cared to touch up the artificial color.

His mind has been preoccupied with Y/l/n Y/f/n.

Every second, minute, and hour of the day.

He has been making minor mistakes throughout the day, making his employees concerned.

His second in command had to kick him out, telling him to take a couple of days off.

“I can sort of detect your pheromones. Are going into a rut soon?” Hanzo asked, he is an alpha too.

Osamu groaned, losing track of his cycle. “Yeah, I’m due for it.” He stood up, “I should hurry and get out of here before I make the rest of you guys uncomfortable. Please take care of the restaurant for me, Hanzo.”

Hanzo saluted and watched his boss slip out the back door.

Osamu groaned as he ejaculated all over his hand for the second time. He barely made it through his apartment doors when he pulled his straining cock out to find relief.

His breath is uneven and he stumbled straight into the bathroom to wash his hands before searching for his medications. It felt different, stronger, and uncontrollable this time around.

His eyes widened when the cartridge was empty.

He couldn’t go out, shouldn’t go out when he couldn’t control his pheromone at the moment.

Osamu let out a deep breath, “I’ll be okay without them, I did fine last time.” The tiny voice in his head whispered, yeah, before you met Y/n.

His body was heating up, he fumbled to strip his black shirt off, tossing it on the ground as he stumbled into his bedroom. Immediately searched for the few clothing items she had left over at his place. The lightbulb in his head lit up when he remembered she tossed her worn dirty clothes in his hamper a few days ago. “Ah,” he sighed in relief and brought her panties to his nose, inhaling deeply.

His fist wrapped around his cock again and began pumping fast.

He needed Y/n.

Only her.

His cum shot out, dripping off his hand and onto the floor.

“’Samu?” He lifted his head, her panties still smothered against his nose. Was he hallucinating by seeing Y/n stand in the doorway?

He’s finally gone mad.

Osamu lifted one hand out towards her, his eyes hooded as he tried to focus them on her. “Y/n….” He sensed her hesitating and stumbled to stand back on his feet. His cock was still hard even after cumming three times, it bounced against his happy trail of hair. It was now thicker and longer than before. He was excited to see his Y/n. “Y/n… please… I need you.” His feet stumble as if he was drunk.

“Osamu,” she murmured, “you – you’re in your rut cycle…” her breathing became rugged as his pheromone began affecting her.

“I need – I need you…” he begged, “you’re the only one… I only want you… you my omega.”

Y/n flinched, choking on her breath as her body began to heat up. She gripped a hand over her heart, trying to control her breathing. “N – no…” Her knees trembled as she tried to press her thighs tightly together. The ache between her legs intensifies by the second. “’Samu…” she looked up and Osamu’s brown eyes were now golden-yellow, an obvious sign an alpha is in a full-blown rut.

“Y/n, my love,” he smiled, his voice full of sweetness, “my omega, right?” He cupped her cheek, his eyes shutting at skin-to-skin contact. He opened his eyes, “my omega, right, Y/n?”

She gripped his wrist, feeling his pheromone seeping through her skin. “Ye – yes… yours…”

“My what?”

Her other hand reached out to wrap around his cock, “your omega. I am your omega, alpha.”

His arm is around her tiny waist, tugging her against his chiseled body. Osamu’s mouth is on hers, tongue slipping past her lips to dance with hers. Her sweet moans ring like a melody and he wants to hear it for the rest of his life.

Osamu hoists Y/n up, carrying her to his bed. He set her back on her feet and began undressing her. His fingers working at a speed she couldn’t even keep track of which piece was coming off.

“’Samu,” she called his name softly, “I’m not going anywhere…” She placed a palm over his beating heart, feeling it thump. She released her pheromone and immediately felt him relax.

“More,” his voice is low and rough, he inhaled deeply.

Her pheromone mixed with his, creating a new euphoric ambiance.

“Ah!” Y/n gripped Osamu’s shoulders, being lifted off her feet again as he carried her to the middle of his bed. He gently placed her down on her back before pulling the remaining of his pants and boxer off.

Each time Osamu breathed, his cock twitched.

Y/n lift herself upward and reached for his cock, wrapping both hands around it and stroking it. “It’s bigger… than usual.” She glanced up at him with doe-like eyes, “will… it fit?”

The first time she took Osamu’s cock, she was nearly expanded beyond her imagination. It took a few times before her pussy finally molded to fit his cock.

The hint of pride was evident on Osamu’s smile, “it will fit, you were meant for me. You were meant to take my cock and you will take my knot too.”

“I’ve never been knotted before,” her statement was innocent but it was fuel to rile up Osamu. He was even more eager than ever to knot her at that moment.

His fingers brushed her hair out of the way before tilting her chin, “I will knot you as many times over until you become pregnant.” Something flickered in her eyes and Osamu pressed her onto her back, anchoring her petite small omega body beneath his large alpha body. “You are mine, Y/n, my omega… mine to fuck, to love, and to breed over and over… right?”

She bit down on her lower lip.

“Submit to me, Y/n,” he growled with a quiet but soft tone. “Say you’re mine to fuck, love, and breed.” His hand reached between her legs, and three of his thick fingers breached and penetrated her. Her tight walls hugged his fingers and he released more of his pheromone, instantly feeling her relax. They began thrusting in and out of her pussy, soaking his fingers to his knuckles before he slipped a fourth finger, making sure to stretch her wide for his rutted cock.

“Yes,” she murmured, her eyes shut as she fully submitted.

Osamu smiled widely, pecking her lips, “open your eyes and say it, tell me what I want to hear. Tell your alpha what he wants to hear…”

Her pussy clenched around his fingers hearing him speak in such a way. Her eyes opened and she gazed directly into his, her hand cupping his face. “I’m yours… yours to fuck… to love…”

“And breed?” He questioned, the tip of his nose trailing along her neck as he inhaled her scent emitted more sweetness than usual now that she had fully submitted to him. “I will breed you tonight, Y/n, take my word for it. You will never leave my home now without my scent on you, everyone will know you are mine.” His teeth bared, hovering over the sweat glands. “I will mark you mine for eternity. I will make you pregnant by the end of the night.” Her pussy fluttered around his fingers, and he pulled them out, coating her essence on his cock. “Answer me, Y/n.”

“Yes, breed me. Mark me… I’m yours. All yours.” She lifted her hip, “fuck me, ‘Samu… I need you…”

Osamu grabbed his aching cock and pressed it to her pulsing entrance before thrusting fully deep inside her. His head is thrown back as he groans her name. “Fuck, you’re so tight… so tight for me.” His fingers gripped her waist as his hips began moving in a steady rhythm.

His eyes lazily gaze down, mesmerized at how his thick cock would appear and disappear in her sweet pussy. Because it was his rut-cock, his size was enormous than usual, allowing him to see a visible outline where his cock was nestling inside of her. This was his first time seeing her belly bulge form from his cock.

Osamu admit he had a thick and long cock, and during his rut cycle, the size increased twice as much. He enjoyed watching his past partners struggle to take him and get off from the size of his cock. His size kink increased until he met Y/n.

She was the smallest of his partners. Rather than finding joy and excitement like he normally would, Osamu was nervous that Y/n wouldn’t be able to take his size. She struggled to take his cock the first time even when he took it slow and tried to be as gentle as possible. Though she was in pain, she still encouraged him to continue. Osamu had never felt the unfamiliar spark in his heart for someone until her.

She was the first person he held afterward, refusing to let her leave. When he woke up, she was gone with no trace at all. He did not know where to even start to search for her. They had encountered each other at one of those weekend events that alphas and omegas attended to search for their next cycle partner.

Osamu couldn’t take his eyes off her when she entered the room with two other girls. Her hair was in a high bun and she wore a simple dress that came down to her knees. They finally made eye contact from across the room and she winked at him before looking away.

That was Osamu’s cue to make the move.

He attended the next event, in hopes of running into her again but he was let down by the end of the night.

Weeks later he succumbed to a deep despair. His employees tipped toed around him, feeling like he was a ticking time bomb. No one knew what to do or how to help their boss.

Until their blessing entered the shop…

The onigiri slipped from Osamu’s hand and everyone stared at him confused and before anyone could ask him what was wrong, he was out of the kitchen. They all scurried after him and peeked through the curtains to see what startled him.

Standing before their boss was a pretty omega, staring at him with the same shocked expression. Her expression softened and she smiled, “hey, you.”

Osamu truly believed Y/n was his fated partner. She had been looking for him as well.

“I regretted leaving, I’ve never experienced such emotions and left my heart with you that night.” She cupped his face later that day, bringing him in for a deep kiss. “I don’t want to be without you again.”

They got to get to know one another, the proper way. Osamu took her out on dates and after the fourth one, he officially asked her out.

He was dying by the second as she teased him, contemplating on his offer before saying yes.

“Only if you make me cum,” she teased against his lips.

And he did, thrice.

“’Samu,” Y/n mewed, grabbing his wrists. Osamu is a master of her body, inside and out. He knew when she was ready to cum. “’Samu… please.”

“You ready to cum, baby?” he cooed, fastening his pace. He spread her legs wider, pushing her knees into the mattress. He shifted over her, slamming his cock deep and hard, his room echoing with skin on skin. He had control over her body, he has trained her to only cum on his command. Her walls began to tighten around his cock and her moans amplifies. “Okay, you can cum… cum for me…”

As soon as her pussy wall tightens and trembles around his cock, his cock explodes, shooting his thick load of seed into her womb.

He withdraws gently, watching his seed gush out like a waterfall instantly. Osamu quickly flipped her over, shifting her lower body upward. His cock is impaling her once again.

“’Samu – oh! Wait…” Y/n reached a hand behind to push against his abdomen but it was futile. He gripped her hips tightly, pounding into her from behind at a faster speed than seconds ago.

He leaned forward, his large frame easily towering over her. He licked her shoulder blade up to the sweet gland that was now emitting a heady aroma, one that was causing his mouth to water.

Osamu’s hands found her small ones and he threaded his fingers through hers, “need to mark you…”

Though he just came, he was ready for a second round. He spread her thighs wider, angling her so that he could reach her cervix. He groaned when the tip of his cock pushed against the secret opening of her cervix. “Need to knot… need to knot my omega…”

The cervix opening had the ability to stimulate the tip of an alpha’s cock. The tip becomes redder, and thicker to be able to lock the potent seed in the womb to ensure breeding was successful.

To prove, Osamu winced when the tip of his cock enlarges, he felt every ridge of Y/n’s pussy walls.

Y/n felt it herself, she whimpered into his pillow, her thighs widening and hips lifted to find comfort in the bulbous tip enlarging inside of her. She can feel it poking her cervix entrance, simulating and forcing entry.

As soon as the tip broke the barrier and her cervix opened allowing entrance, his knot inflated and filled her womb. Osamu took the opportunity to sink his teeth into her skin, over the sweet gland, breaking the skin so his essence could now mix with hers.

This will tie her forever to him.

It is natural her body will fight against him, he quickly shifted them onto their side, lifting her leg over his to keep pressure off the knot. His cock was still ejaculating, filling her womb beyond its limit. Glancing over, he can see her lower belly bulging almost as if she was already pregnant.

“Shh, it's okay,” he cooed, he licked her mark to cool the broken skin. He released his pheromone to calm her down.

Once mated, an alpha’s pheromone can provide more than before. It is the only medicine that will help their omega.

Her whimpers quieted down but she hugged his arm tightly. “It hurts…” she murmured, “too much…”

“I know, baby. I know. I’m sorry. You will get used to it. Only you can handle my knot. Only you…” He kissed her temple. They lay there in silence, just enjoying the quietness of each other’s breathing. “I love you.” He had yet to speak those words to her, but he felt this was a perfect time to tell her. “I think I have loved you from the first time I met you.”

Y/n kissed his bicep, “I love you too, Miya Osamu.” The romantic moment was ruined when his hand began to fondle her breast. She playfully slapped his hand but it remained, he squeezed them, sending a jolt down to her pussy. “Stop…”

Osamu groaned, feeling her squeezing around his sensitive cock. “I didn’t get to give them attention today,” he reached to cup the other side, flickering her perky nipple.

“Leave my small tits alone,” she demanded, yet moaning and squirming under his touch.

His knot had slightly deflated but she was still extremely uncomfortable from being plugged up with his cum.

“I love your small tits,” he kissed her neck, making sure to lick her mark. “It’s my third favorite thing about you.”

“Third?”

“Yep, first is your face, second is your pussy and third are your small tits.”

Y/n burst out laughing. “Well, I hear they do get bigger… once I become pregnant.”

One of Osamu’s hand slides down her front and rest against her bulging belly. “Yes, I promised I’ll breed you until you’re pregnant.” He tugged her closer, spooning her small frame. “They will get bigger with milk for you to feed me.”

“You?” she laughed.

“Well, one side, the baby will have to share one side with me.”

Weeks later, she found out she was expecting twins.

“Fine, I guess I’ll just have to eat your pussy while you breastfeed them.”

. . .

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thero0ks · 2 years

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Castle In The Sky <Chapter 1>

A plane crash results in a platoon being stranded on an unfamiliar island. The soldiers quickly find out that there is more to the island inhabitants then meets the eye. They slowly discover the secrets of the island as they try to make their way back home.

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Updates will be monthly.

Chapter 1: Motion Sickness

Calloused hands gripped the thick harness straps. A dim bulb flickered above two-toned hair. “Minor turbulence,” Bokuto told himself as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes. Mad Dog probably flew the plan too high, or they hit a patch of rough weather he reasoned.

A loud pop, disturbed him as a plastic air mask hit him in the face and the incessant pinging of the “fasten your seat belt” sign went off as round eyes flew open. He concluded that this was more than minor turbulence as his head snapped to attention. Daichi appeared to just be waking up from a nap, and he could feel blunt nails digging into his forearm leaving crescent moon shapes in its wake.

Kuroo Tetsuro had always had a fear of flying. Bokuto could recall doing his best to put his best friend at ease before they boarded the military transport aircraft. Golden eyes flickered around the cramped cabin, and up at the seatbelt sign.

“Kind of funny they bothered with a fastened seat belt sign on a military transport right?”

“I swear to god, those will not be the last words I hear Bo,” Kuroo hissed as he dug his nails further into Bokuto’s skin.

Bokuto clenched his teeth hissing, “shit! Take me out to dinner first!”

He tried to get Kuroo to loosen his hold; worried his dark haired companion would break skin.

“Relax Kuroo-Chan!” Oikawa said in his typical suave voice. The bastard was grinning, actually grinning. Bokuto cursed the lanky brunette for being the only one on the plane that enjoyed turbulence. “The plane is still running.”

Bokuto would have laughed at that moment if he wasn’t so terrified as he heard the engine stall. The only thing filling the silence in the cab was the whistling of wind passing by the slowing metal bullet they were strapped in.

Kuroo’s eyes were paralyzed with fear. The dark irises were the size of saucers as he stared blankly at Tooru who was smart enough to have the fear of god in his eyes. A crackling over the intercom broke the silence as Mad Dog’s voice filled the cab.

“Everything is under control, we’re about to make our descent. Buckle up, say a prayer, and prepare for a rough landing.”

“What do you mean a rough landing?!” Daichi shouted as Bokuto was thrown back into his seat as the plane took a nosedive.

Bokuto gripped the harness he was strapped into as his eyes flickered around the cabin. The comrades he’d been through hell with; all tried to keep fear from taking over their faces.

He was told that time slowed down when tragedy struck, but he found each second ticking faster than the last. Fear gripped his heart, and his blood ran cold. He thought about closing his eyes, he’d probably pass out and never wake up again. Is that what he wanted? To let the last few seconds of his life slip by in a peaceful sleep? Before he could think any more on it his ass lifted off the seat before slamming down on the metal bench. Everything was happening so fast he couldn’t process the bruise that was forming on his ass as the plane continued to bounce.

The sound of metal crashing against stone echoed through the cabin, as he was slammed back into his seat. His heart raced at an ungodly speed as he tried to register how they had hit land so fast. Before he could question it further, smoke filled the cabin, and he pulled at the restraints to escape...

Akaashi lounged on his throne, his fingers absentmindedly playing with Atsumu’s hair. Nimble fingers twisted the golden locks as he smelt a spicy presence at his side. The older twin let out a sound of annoyance.

“Stop hovering, Keiji is giving me attention.”

A low growl could be heard from Akaashi’s side. The raven haired omega did everything in his power to stop himself from smiling in amusement. He tried not to play favorites, but there was something endearing about the older Miya twin that Keiji couldn’t ignore. He was adorable, and Keiji wanted to spoil him. Osamu didn’t seem to mind. It was rare that the alpha didn’t act like the older twin, and if Keiji hadn’t heard the Miya twin’s mother confirming that Atsumu came out first; Keiji never would have believed it.

An annoyed scoff sounded from his right, and he hummed at the twins' antics. He heard some shuffling, and he dared to peak over his shoulder, only to see the large alpha sitting on a plush cushion. Broad shoulders were slumped, and a pout was on his lips as he scowled at Atsumu, who as Keiji found out was sticking his tongue out at the alpha.

The omega loved slow afternoons lazing around with his small pack. A pleasant breeze blowing gauzy curtains, as the soft turning pages of a book were occasionally heard from the lanky blond alchemist. A content sigh escaped his lips as he buried his nose in Atsumu’s scent glands, soliciting a pleasant purr from him.

The peace seemed almost eternal until a loud whirring sound echoed through the palace, and a loud crash could be heard in the courtyard. Akaashi sat up startled, as Atsumu let out an alert scent.

Osamu was already on his feet, gripping the heavy spear in his hand, letting out a powerful scent. Akaashi appreciated the way his muscles moved under his inked skin. The intricate art accentuating each one of his muscles. Akaashi stood, walking towards the doors of his palace, curiosity getting the better of him.

“Your majesty!” Iwa shouted, running after Akaashi. “We don’t know what’s out there! Give us a moment to inspect it first!”

Atsumu was at his side in an instant. Linking his arm with Akaashi’s as they walked through the marble halls. When they came to the courtyard Akaashi’s inquisitive eyes flickered over thick black smoke billowing from a metal contraption shaped vaguely like a bird.

“By the gods,” Sugawara gasped, appearing at his side.

Bokuto’s eyes burned as he coughed on the smoke, doing his best to avoid inhaling anymore as his fingers fumbled with the straps. As soon as he was free he covered his mouth with a cloth and went to work undoing Sakusa’s straps.

“The crowbar! Get the crowbar!” He shouted, coughing on the smoke.

Oikawa pushed his shoulder into the service door until he heard Bokuto’s command. Turning he searched for the crowbar, finding it strapped to the wall. Oikawa grabbed the crowbar, prying on the door until it finally gave way. Fresh air immediately entered the cabinet and Oikawa choked on it, taking gulps of it as he stumbled out of the plane. His eyes watered as he tried to blink the sting of the smoke away, and his vision slowly focused on a large white palace.

“Holy shit, you’re not gonna believe this…” Oikawa murmured in awe, at the way the sunlight reflected off the intricately carved marble of the palace. The architecture alone could rival the seven wonders of the world.

Osamu’s eyes sharpened at the sight of the newcomers, as he approached them, spear at the ready. Metal being drawn from a sheath sounded behind him, and he knew Iwa was supporting him. He held his spear at the ready.

“Who are you, and where did you come from?”

Kuroo stiffened in surprise, holding his hands up to show he meant no harm. “Is that a spear?”

The rest of his comrades immediately drew their guns, pointing the barrel of their guns at Iwa and Osamu. “Drop your weapons, or I’ll blow your head off.” Oikawa said, switching the safety off.

Akaashi approached them in curiosity. He had no idea what the stranger meant by that, and he had no idea what odd contraptions they held in their hands.

“Your majesty! Wait! We don’t know what kind of people these strangers are!” Osamu said in a panic, as Akaashi didn’t falter in his steps.

“They smell kind of funny Keiji,” Atsumu murmured in his ear, as he sniffed the air.

“They lack a scent,” Akaashi commented, as leaned forward to look down the barrel of the gun, making Daichi nervous. “I never knew betas were so…strange.”

“We’re serious, we’ll shoot. Back off…” Oikawa began again.

“It’s them!” Sugawara shouted in realization as he came running. “Our god has finally returned to us! Just like the prophecy foretold. Don’t you see your majesty? Do you not recognize Hypnos in the flesh?” Sugawara exclaimed.

Much to Bokuto’s surprise the priest’s finger was pointed directly at him. He lowered his weapon, distracted by the silver haired man. Golden eyes shifted to his comrades looking for answers, but they looked just as confused as he did.

“I’m no god…” He spoke up.

Pieces started to fall into place as he took a quick assessment of his surroundings. The palace, the outdated weapons, and the waterfalls that seemed to flow off the edge of the earth and fall into nothing but clouds. They had crash landed on an island of an ancient society that was far removed from the rest of the world. They called him god, because they simply didn’t know any better.

“Yes you are! You fell from the heavens just like the prophecy foretold. Bringing with you more people to help repopulate our kingdom!” The priest continued, waving his arms frantically.

“It worked!” Atsumu shouted, bouncing excitedly as he grabbed Akaashi’s hand. “It was my sacrificial mouse! Hypnos is here because I sacrificed my mouse to see our god!”

“You did so well ‘Tsumu,” Akaashi purred as scented him. “You have Hypnos' favor.”

“We crashed our plane,” Bokuto interrupted before they could draw any more conclusions. He pointed at the still smoking plane. “We didn’t fall from the heavens.”

Bokuto straightened as the man with curly black hair stepped into his personal space, sniffing the crook of his neck. “What are you doing?” He asked, trying to gently push him off, crystal blue eyes peered up at him in curiosity.

“How dare you disgrace the king of Fukurodani,” the silver haired man seethed.

Palms were immediately in the air as owlish eyes flickered down and a spear tip was centimeters from his throat. Fabric strained under Bokuto’s heaving chest as he tried to calm himself. He was a soldier, he’d trained for similar situations as this. Black ink marked the man’s skin. He was almost Bokuto’s size. “Almost,” he mused. He’d have the upper hand in a hand to hand fight, as long as the other man’s skills didn’t surpass his own.

Slender fingers reached out to grip the spear, pushing it down. The larger man didn’t fight the ethereal creature, starry eyes were looking directly at him once more.

“If Suga says our god has returned then he speaks the truth,” his words held power amongst his followers. None questioned his rule, even Bokuto wanted to accept his words as truth. His head was screaming at him to speak up. To correct this beautiful creature, another primal part of him told him to take. Take everything this king was willing to give him until he could only be claimed as his own. “I am Keiji Akaashi, and I’ve been waiting for you Hypnos.”

Bokuto looked up at Akaashi, and slowly shook his head. Whatever thoughts he’d conjured quickly disappeared at the name, “Hypnos.”

From Bokuto’s limited knowledge of gods, he knew Hypnos to be the Greek god of sleep. Perhaps their Hypnos was someone else, anyone else, as long as it wasn’t him.

“My name is Kotaro Bokuto. I am not this god you seek.” He stated, bluntly, and the man just smiled at him.

His breath caught in his chest as his eyes took in that smile. Perfect, ethereal, warm and only for him. Those ocean pools bore into him, stripping him bare and all he wanted to do was drown in them.

“Perhaps you just don’t remember Kotaro.” His voice was gentle, and his eyes were filled with an emotion Bokuto couldn’t put his finger on. “Come, you all need rest,” Akaashi said as he turned to walk back to the palace.

Bokuto watched a blond copy of the silver haired man run past him, dragging Sakusa by the hand as he buried half of himself into Akaashi’s side. The raven haired man welcomed him into his embrace by wrapping an arm around him.

Bokuto glanced at the rest of them and shrugged. There wasn’t anything else they could do but follow them into the palace. He felt out of place on this island frozen in time. Kotaro hadn’t believed in magic since he was a child, but like most kids the magic went away when he approached middle school. Stepping into the polished stone palace had his jaw dropping.

The place oozed luxury, but Akaashi and his followers seemed to pay no mind to it. There was an ornate throne that Akaashi took a seat on, shifting to sit comfortably, as the blonde that had stolen Kiyoomi away sat on a pillow at his feet.

“‘Tsumu who is this?” The king asked leaning forward to peer into Sakusa’s face, obviously assessing the prize Atsumu had taken for himself.

“Omi-Omi!” The name was spoken with pride. “This is my mate!”

A low growl emitted behind him as the twin stepped forward, “don’t say something so foolish.”

“‘Samu you don’t get to pick my mate!” Atsumu said standing to his feet, as Sakusa was still trying to recover from the idea of being anyone’s “mate” and what exactly that implied.

“You’re an omega ‘Tsumu. You pick an alpha, he’s just a beta!” Osamu said standing his ground.

The way Keiji absentmindedly played with his curls was a good indicator to Bokuto that these fights happened often.

“He is too an alpha!” Atsumu shouted, squaring his shoulders determinedly. “Besides, omegas can mate with betas. Isn’t that right Tssuki?!”

The blond omega looked up from his book, sitting it down in his lap as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. A small smirk creeped on his face. “‘Atsumu is right, omegas can mate with betas.”

“You have the potential to give us another Pack Alpha ‘Tsumu. Don’t waste that on some beta.”

“You and Keiji will give us plenty of pack alphas!” Atsumu said, walking towards Sakusa. “I’m mating for love!” He said plopping himself in Sakusa’s lap and wrapping his arms around his neck.

“Love? We just met.” Sakusa said furrowing his brows as he looked at Atsumu, suddenly remembering his disdain for germs. He attempted to push the omega off him but he just heard a low purr and felt blond hair brushing against his skin.

Oikawa laughed from where he’s sitting. “Don’t let me miss the wedding Omi-kun.”

“Omi-Omi!” Atsumu’s eyes were alight, pleased with the clever nickname he’d given his dark haired acquaintance. “You’ll nest with me Omi-Omi.”

“Is this a sex thing?” Kuroo asked, finally speaking up. “Because this sounds like a sex thing.”

“Kuroo,” Daichi lowly hissed, elbowing him in the ribs.

“No, Tetsu-Chan is right.” Oikawa chimed in. “With all this talk of alphas, betas, and omegas it sounds like some kinky roleplay shit. You know, like that shit you read in fanfics where authors classify their favorite characters as an alpha or an omega.”

Daichi stared blankly at Oikawa trying to process what he just heard, while Kuroo let out a wolfish laugh.

“Did you just admit to reading fanfic?”

Oikawa huffed, “you get my point.”

“Yes, it is sex stuff.” The lean blond that has been introduced as “Tssuki” chimed in.

His voice was devoid of any humor, and sounded as if he was lecturing a group of obnoxious teenagers. Though, it was clear when you put Tetsuro Kuroo and Tooru Oikawa in a room together they were just as bad.

“Some people present as alphas. They tend to be more aggressive, protective, and dominant. Others present as omegas. They’re the nurturing ones, the smart ones. Each need the other to exist. Omegas need alphas through their heats, and alphas need omegas through their ruts. Occasionally you get an omega who doesn’t entirely fit the mold like Keiji. He possesses the need to protect, and oftentimes takes the lead like an alpha, but he has the strong desire to care for others as well. So, nature made him a head omega.”

“What does that have to do with sex stuff?” Bokuto asked, furrowing his brows as he tried to process everything the omega was telling him.

“It means we each have a secondary gender that determines who we can have pups with.” Akaashi said, speaking up.

The silence in the room was broken quite quickly as the palace doors were practically kicked open, and a tall alpha walked in. Akaashi seemed unphased as he watched the alpha approach, a large boar slung over his shoulders, blood splattering on the white marble from the jugular that had been split open.

“Toshi, you know I hate it when you get blood all over my palace floors.” Akaashi said as sharp eyes flickered to the trail of blood. Unphased, the alpha dropped the boar at his feet.

“Your majesty! Look at the beast I’ve slain!”

Osamu growled, as he stepped forward. “Where the hell have you been?! These beta’s could have killed the king!”

A low growl rumbled in the taller alpha’s chest as he stepped forward. “Are you saying the kingdom’s pack alpha was too weak to protect our majesty?”

A slender body came between the two, pushing them apart as palms rested on their chests. “I will not have fighting infront of our guests.” Akaashi said softly. “This is Wakatoshi Ushijima.” He introduced the tall alpha before walking towards the patio that led to the gardens.

“Come, after a bath we’ll see you to your rooms.” Akaashi said as the entourage followed him out to the gardens. “We have a small bath dedicated to betas.” Akaashi explained, as he gestured to the entrance of a small bathhouse. “Once you’ve finished bathing, Iwa will escort you to your rooms.”

“Thank you, we appreciate your hospitality.” Daichi said, stepping forward and slightly bowing to Akaashi, soliciting a small grin from the head omega.

“You’re welcome, Sawamura.” Akaashi said softly. “We will hold a feast in the main hall tomorrow night. A celebration for Hypnos’ return, and his followers.”

Daichi opened his mouth to ask further, but Akaashi was already retreating to the palace. Tssuki, and Atsumu clung tightly to his sides as Osamu followed loyally behind. Brown eyes flickered down briefly, to see wide eyes staring up at him. Startled, he took a few steps back, the omega following him like a magnet.

“Sawamura Daichi,” he said with a wide grin. “You’re part of the old clan, it was said that the first born male was always an alpha.”

Daichi swallowed, “you’re saying there is a Daichi clan here?”

“There was, until they left with Hypnos.”

“Hypnos, who you think is Bokuto?” Daichi asked as Suga nodded with a wide smile.

“You’ve all come back though,” Suga said softly. “Right when we needed you the most. Just like the prophecies said.”

Daichi tried to wrap his head around what Sugawara was trying to tell him, “I’m glad we came at the right time then.”

He turned to follow the rest of his comrades into the bathhouse, and tried to come to terms with everything that had happened. Was he upset that they crash landed on a paradise island with no return home? His family was non-existent, and the military was the only life he knew. As he slipped off his clothes he decided that staying on the island might be a chance to start over.

“What do you think of this place Boku-Chan?” Oikawa asked as he admired the view.

The bath pool seemed to flow off the edge of the island and disappear into the clouds. Bokuto admired the sunset as his muscles relaxed in the hot water.

“It’s beautiful, but I have a sister to get back to,” he said with a shrug. “So, I’m going to work on fixing the plane and getting us out of here…”

Kuroo swallowed, “if they accept me I think I’ll stay.”

Bokuto’s head snapped up at Kuroo in surprise, and Kuroo gave him a desperate, fear driven look.

“I can’t get on another airplane, Bokuto,” Kuroo stressed. “Not after what happened. Not after the crash.”

Oikawa gently rubbed his arm, “it’s okay Tetsuro. Everyone seems welcoming here.”

Akaashi led Atsumu through the gardens, picking through the various flowers to add to his growing bouquet. Soon he had a colorful bouquet in his hands and he practically skipped towards his room. Osamu let out a low huff as he followed after the pair, watching Akaashi grab Atsumu’s hand in his.

“Do you think Bokuto will like these?” Akaashi asked, pushing his bedroom door open, and going to his collection of ribbons. He pulled a periwinkle one out, tying it around the bouquet of flowers.

Atsumu nodded as he peered over Akaashi’s shoulder, “he’s going to love those!”

Osamu shook his head as he leaned against the bedpost, “I don’t know why you’re wasting your time with him Keiji.”

Atsumu whipped his head towards his twin, putting his hands on his hips and let out an annoyed growl.

“He’s not wasting his time!” Atsumu said taking a step closer to Osamu. “You’re just jealous cause you can’t catch Keiji to mark him.”

Osamu growled, “that’s not true! I have the kingdom’s best interests at heart, and an outsider will ruin us!”

Akaashi sighed, “it’s okay ‘Tsumu.” A slender hand was placed on the omega’s shoulder. “Pack alphas don’t usually get along.”

The head omega felt his blond companion relax under his touch and soft voice. “He does look like he’ll be a pack alpha.”

A small smirk crept across his face as challenging eyes met his brother’s, soliciting a small growl from the alpha. Moments where he could be a little shit to his twin were his absolute favorite. Especially when he knew Keiji looked at him like he hung the moon. He could do no wrong, and Osamu knew it. A quality the pack alpha both loved and loathed about Akaashi.

A small hum from Akaashi tore Osamu’s gaze away from Atsumu’s. The small sound of agreement had his stomach rolling with jealousy. He was supposed to be the only one, the only suitable mate for Keiji. They both knew their mating was destiny, but he was the only one that acted like he wanted it. Now Akaashi was prancing around, gifting flowers to a beta who knew nothing of their ways, and would just leave Akaashi sad and heartbroken.

Before he could speak up, Akaashi was already flitting towards the beta’s room, bouquet in hand, and Atsumu animatedly chattering at his side. With a low huff he followed along, shoulders slightly sagging as he watched his future mate woo another man.

After watching the head omega place the bouquet on Bokuto’s pillow with care, he followed him down to the kitchens to order a feast for tomorrow night. The servants instantly went to work preparing the palace and Akaashi went to meet the betas in the foyer.

Bokuto was the first out of the bath, and the first thing he noticed was all of their clothes were missing. The servants had been kind enough to replace them with robes. Tossing the fluffy towel at a bin he went to work putting the robe on, and was unimpressed as he looked in the mirror.

“Cute ass,” Kuroo commented as he entered the dressing room with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Bokuto let out a low growl, “there’s one for you too dumbass.”

“Oh my god!” Oikawa exclaimed, lifting his sheer robe up. “I can totally pull this off!“

Bokuto rolled his eyes as he tried to cover his dick with his hands. Nudity was widely accepted here, and he wondered why these omegas seemed to have no shame. He heard Daichi shout “when in Rome,” and a disgruntled growl came from Sakusa at his side.

Walking into the castle Oikawa was the only one among them completely content with the sheer robes they were placed in. They found Akaashi, Atsumu and Osamu waiting for them in the hall. Iwa stopped, and slightly bowed at Akaashi, before turning to the group.

“Keiji will show you to your rooms.”

“Thank you Iwa,” Akaashi said with a smile.” I’ll give you rooms in the same hall as me. Don’t hesitate to knock on my door if you need anything.”

After getting everyone settled, Akaashi retired to his room with Atsumu. Not bothering with clothes he slipped into the nest, snuggling Atsumu.

“You like Sakusa,” he stated as he played with Atsumu’s hair.

Atsumu hummed in reply, “you know me too well Keiji.”

A laugh that sounded like music to Atsumu’s ears filled the room. “I’ve known you a long time.” His voice turned quiet, “perhaps he will warm your bed tomorrow night.”

Atsumu didn’t respond to Akaashi’s remark. A comfortable silence filled the air as Atsumu’s mind wandered. He was ready for an alpha. Keiji had taken care of his every need up until now, but something was missing, and Atsumu believed Kiyoomi Sakusa was the missing piece.

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gaygentbrontosaurus · 1 year

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what Haikyuu characters smell like

…. because i’m sick of the sandalwood - vanilla bullshit, they're all in high school, they all smell like Axe or sweat

Hinata Shouyou

doesn't shower, but probably still has baby sweat so he doesn't stink

Kageyama Tobio

smells like Nivea cream. Very clean, very nice but also big baby vibes

Tsukishima Kei

showers with what his mom packed him so probably some organic oat-scented shit

Yamaguchi Tadashi

actually cares about his products and smells nice for a teenager but nobody notices

Ennoshita Chikara

Axe. Because everyone is using it, not because he thinks it's cool.

Nishinoya Yuu

doesn't shower. Also Axe.

Tanaka Ryuunosuke

showers sometimes, but only when his sister says that he stinks. Axe.

Azumane Asahi

one of the only people that actually smell attractive. definitely had an Axe phase in middle school tho.

Sugawara Koushi

the only one on the team with a fresh shirt every practice, smells like fresh laundry

Sawamura Daichi

dad smell, like 3 in 1 hair, body, face and working in the garage

Iwaizumi Hajime

responsible adult, has a nice cologne and doesn't use too much of it, just enough. buys body wash in bulk because it’s cheaper and more convenient.

Oikawa Tooru

smells like everything. has a nice (in his opinion) perfume, strongly scented floral body wash, citrusy shampoo and coconut body butter. he is living his best life but everyone has to deal with his smell that enters the room before he does.

Matsukawa Issei & Hanamaki Takahiro

bought Axe and “manly man” body wash for shits and giggles and “ironically” use them. but in the end they still smell like Axe. also yes they bought one of each and share everything.

Yahaba Shigeru

easily impressed by Oikawa, also experiments with different smells but thankfully he’s more subtle with it

Kyoutani Kentarou

Axe.

Terushima Yuuji

Axe.

Aone Takanobu

nice, subtle scent, smells cozy.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

soap is soap, so also Axe.

Tendou Satori

either washes with just water or has a very specific and complicated hair care routine. there is no inbetween. smells like sandalwood and no one knows why.

Shirabu Kenjirou

Axe.

Daishou Suguru

you would think he’s edgy and different, but deep down we all know he uses Axe.

Miya Atsumu

Axe. He is THE prime Axe user. if someone thinks it's cool and manly it's Miya Atsumu.

Miya Osamu

Axe. but one of the milder ones

Suna Rintarou

doesn’t care. Axe.

Haiba Lev

stole his dads fancy cologne, which would be nice and all if he didn’t shower with a chocolate-scented body wash.

Kozume Kenma

long haired gamer. doesn’t shower. probably borrows deodorant from someone on the team because he didn’t pack any and doesn’t care how he smells. so Axe.

Yamamoto Taketora

doesn’t shower. Axe.

Kuroo Tetsurou

token “manly highschooler smell”. overuses Calvin Klein cologne. but shower gel? Axe. ironically watches the alpha male self care routines but secretly notes the shit down.

Yaku Morisuke

buys his products in those mom shops, all his products smell nice like lavender, jasmine or cotton and are vegan, clean and non-gmo.

Akaashi Keiji

takes care of himself. uses basic products, but has a separate product for everything, doesn’t believe in the 3 in 1 (actually uses a conditioner and face wash). smells like he showers regularly so the rest of the team is greatly impressed.

Bokuto Koutarou

Axe. douses himself with the deodorant. definitely had a tutti frutti phase in the past 2 years.

Sakusa Kiyoomi

rubbing alcohol, uses only hypoallergenic, non-scented products.

Yachi Hitoka

bought a strawberry-scented soap because it looked really cute. doesn’t like the scent at all but still uses it because she is anxious to tell her mom to get her a new one.

Shimizu Kiyoko

smells very feminine, uses fancier brands with floral smells.

Ukai Keishin

cigarettes. bought cologne to impress women but rarely uses it.

Takeda Ittetsu

laundry detergent. always has clean clothes and changes often.

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blueparadis · 2 years

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𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 —» ❝ GRIND ME DOWN, ROLL ME UP❞ [ ❤︎ ] featuring Sakusa Kiyoomi, Atsumu Miya, Bokuto Koutarou, Oikawa Tooru, Tetsurō Kuroo, Rintarō Suna.

[ § ] — › In this world where alphas are supposed to donimate, to rule over omegas and betas, they tend to deviate and find a little solace in night clubs.

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[ CWs ] — › description of female anatomy, mention of brothels, s/d dynamics, s/m dynamics, bdsm themes, poly relationships, cockwarming, unprotected, exhibitionism, cunnilingus, mild dub-con, orals, bdsm themes, abo dynamics.

Alpha!Sakusa Kiyoomi is a man of resolve and surprise. He has only one type, the bratty ones. He is easily pinnable with the symmetric moles on the right side of the forehead; hence, he rarely visits nightclubs. But he never misses a day when he is in his rut. He knows most sex workers are clean, otherwise, they won't be allowed to work yet he always prefers to use condoms. Why? Because he is not willing to take any risks for bonding. He never lets the girls top him and it's either missionary or doggy style for him. Most girls lose count of how many times he has finished inside them leaving him disappointed and boastful but there was this one girl who remembered all the rounds, and even could soothe the heat, and calm the chaos in his mind. It was the best sex he has ever had and certainly, he did not mind having you bouncing on his cock, while he enjoys the view of your tits. But crawling back to her during his next rut would be the talk of the town and hence he started taking rounds in other clubs too. Now, he is not only a regular but also a golden member of the most popular clubs. He has been frequenting all the clubs in town lately, especially where he has never visited before but is never seen with any of his omegas. An alpha like him would have a bevy of omegas and betas. Most of his partners remained stoked whenever he visits hoping he would bring one of his omegas or at least a beta. Alpha!Sakusa Kiyoomi is a man of resolve and surprise, he did bring another partner and he was another alpha, Shūgo Meian. He never repeats girls but that day,he did; he broke his rules.

Omega!Atsumu Miya is a man of warm smiles and mischief. Unlike Alpha! Sakusa Kiyoomi, he never visits clubs during his heat cycles. He would rather spend time in his room, masturbating on and off and sending one of his chicks dirty texts, and videos of himself dry humping using a pillow. He does not expect them to respond but who knows? they might just come over. But other times, when he is not in his cycle, he visits clubs dragging along his brother, Omega!Osamu Miya, even though his brother was reluctant to accompany him. He prefers submissive, soft girls who are easy fucks since they seem to be vividly vocal when they're subject to back shots. With his brother having sprawled out on the couch, receiving a slow and sloppy head he would rather watch till he finishes his drink. Once, he relaxes a bit, and feels his skin burn with lust, he would start by eating her out to loosen her up since he is not leaving until he plugs up his cum in her tummy. There are times when his brother is unavailable and hence he hits the clubs alone. No alcohol this time, straight to sex and he pays for two girls. He has plans but he loves the rolls of pleasure when a girl sucks his cock with no gag reflex while he is just laying on the bed eating the other one out. He would not mind cumming into her mouth but he does not since it is just the first round; right before cumming he aligns both the girls near his knees and shoots the cum all over their boobs. While the betas are still catching their breath, rubbing the cum on their boobs while being sucked into the moment, he jocks down to kiss one of them, doesn't matter which one, the one who just ate or the one who gave him head. But maintains eye contact with the other. He can't help but smirk when he notices the other crawling toward him to have his attention. Omega!Atsumu Miya is a man of warm smiles and mischief, he likes to play with his partners.

Alpha!Bokuto Koutarou is a guy of 'all work and all play make jack the best boy". With his warm and out forward nature, he is wanted by most girls but his big stature scares all the kinds, especially when he visits in his rut or pre-rut. So, he often ends up paying for multiple ones. Something about watching the girl being deep-throated by Kuroo is more enticing than the one sucking him off. He rarely fucks raw or goes for vaginal sex since the moment he is inside her, he feels an inexplicable urge to knot her. On most days, he is accompanied by Kuroo but sometimes he hits the clubs alone. When he is done warming up by getting a blow job while eating out another one, either he selects one or them or strictly hunts for a beta. Betas are safe since he can't knot them even if he wants to. Alpha!Bokuto Koutarou is a guy of 'all work and all play make jack the best boy", so he never walks into your room, empty-handed. With his heavy and girthy cock inside your butt hole, having you seated on his lap, he abuses your cunt with a Hitachi wand. He has a great precision about pace and intensity along with a bad habit of talking, talking about things like, "Think you can play with your boobs, angel?" And with that heat pooling in your vagina, unable to glide against him you just obey without hesitation. He snorts before murmuring, "that's it. good girl." "Now try not to scream", he warns before maximizing the intensity.

Delta! Tetsurō Kuroo is a man of exquisite taste and neat habits but he often falters when he is in his heat. He is quite popular in clubs since he tips heavily. Generally, the girls fight over him and he certainly would not mind buying them all at once but unlike other days, he has none to share today. So, he is just here to clear his foggy mind. One thing about Delta! Tetsurō Kuroo is that he either warms in the flogging room when he is not in his rut or by a lap dance is enough if he is in the cycle. But he never fucks the girl who greets him during the warm-up session, and always tends to pick another beta; so the girls rarely greet him in the common room. He knows all the girls are clean and hence he does not use condoms, ever. But today, he is not with his partner, and when you were done in the warm-up session he caught you by surprise by his hand kneading your ass. It was tempting but when he shoved his hands inside that thin panty, he knew he had to fuck you. His fingers were slick when he pulled them out. His bashful eyes and embarrassing red cheeks were an open invitation to his pre-rut urges. "WHICH ONE?" , he asks and you guide him to your room, leaving all the other girls stunned. Delta! Tetsurō Kuroo is a man of exquisite taste and neat habits; no one thought he would break his routine just because a mere beta greeted him but only Kuro knew you were one of a kind, ready to bend your limits and test his when he denied every peaking orgasm and you did not beg. Luckily, his pre-rut hormones were acting, that made him fuck you, watch your belly swell with his seed.

Sigma! Oikawa Tooru is a man of experiments and observation although he is primarily here by his beta, Iwaizumi Hajime. During the first session, Iwaizumi points out the girls he has fucked witless and who kept up till the end when he tapped out. They'll even watch a couple of pole dances and stripteases till the sigma male becomes comfortable and settles in with an option. That was his first time when Sigma!Oikawa Tooru had a taste of lust. Days after, he is back again and alone this time. He did not miss your occasional stares while his friend was inside you and Oikawa was jacking off as he watched you cream on another cock. The moment he enters he does not waste time in warm-up sessions. Thanks to your ongoing heat cycle, he could spot you from your scent even if you were in your bunny outfit, masked. He does not back off from stealing you from alpha even though you were already reserved. "Oh please, I'll be quick," he remarks to the booth holder, eyes strictly on your exposed outfit. Now, an alpha has paid for you and wants you during your heat cycle and this man walks in like he literally owns the place. But nobody can't say no to money and even if you could, you did not. "Just let my client know that I'm still preparing", was all you said before you dragged him into your room. As soon as the door was closed, he was a different man, a statue. You pondered if he became nervous just; like the other day since it was probably his second visit after all but turns out he came with plans. With the heat pooling in between your panties, he did not waste to abuse it further. Sigma! Oikawa Tooru is a man of experiments and observation; "How long have you been thinking of me? every day? every night? ", he rasps while fingering you being in a collected composure. "every moment, sir", you chimed with a smirk. That was not what he expected, he wanted you to finger till you beg him to stop. And that was all it took to push him on the bed and fuck him witless.

Gamma!Rintarō Suna is a boy of secrets and sweet lies. With his dearest friend, Omega!Osamu Miya, Rin tends to pick the betas on his friend's recommendation. Why would he not? Especially when the girls tell him how much better he is than the blonde one. "come on that's something you should never tell in presence of that cute brother of his", he chimes, and when the girl giggles sitting prettily on his lap, naked and exposed, cockwarming him, he knew he did his job well: to know which girls have the most chances of being knotted by the blonde omega. After all, it is one of his duties to watch the twins back. But Gamma!Rintarō Suna never shares his options, not even with his alpha, Kita. He never starts to pick that particular girl until Osamu is perfectly washed out in pleasure having the oh-so vanilla aftercare. After his 'show-off' warm-up session, he prefers to eat pussy, watch the girl scream in pleasure, and with their hands tied to a spreader bar he can even jack off while lapping the juices of her arousal. He loves how the girl squirms and begs for him to stop. He rarely fucks. Why? because he can't risk knotting someone especially when he is in charge of lecturing a certain someone else and oh my ! he loves his job. He will taste anything and everything that does not have a whiff of vanilla. He is very fond of pet play and when you're done stretching yourself out while sucking him off, he will gladly fuck your ass having a vibrator inside your pussy. Don't you dare deny him, he won't let you cum if you refuse his forward behaviors. Gamma!Rintarō Suna is a boy of secrets and sweet lies. He will tell you how you're how he is addicted to your pussy and get all the names of rebels that have ever fucked you just to spite them later by telling, "y/n huh? she did mention you lasted just two rounds"

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tetsupeach · 2 years

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one shots -

oh, baby - kiribaku x reader. brrrr breeding. art history 204 - kiribaku x reader. being paired with the sunny college football player for your project is your worst nightmare, that is, until you meet his boyfriend. study date - kiribaku x reader. your boyfriends make studying harder. three’s company - kiribaku x reader. you stumble into the wrong apartment, but Kirishima and Bakugou don't mind. green means go - bakugou x reader. Bakugou laughed when Midoriya asked him to fuck his girlfriend while he watched. he's not laughing anymore. surveillance - bakugou x reader x todoroki. when your fellow pro heroes find out you've never finished with a partner they decide to fix it. mafia kuroo - it’s what it sounds like/affectionate. ns/fw. something revolutionary- viking!bakugou x reader. bakugou gets what he wants. that includes you. summer storms - kirishima x reader hurt/comfort - atsumu x reader astronaut kuroo im i don’t like anyone better than you(it’s true) - ran, mikey, draken x reader, omegaverse the night we met - bakugou x reader divine right - prince shouto x reader play stupid games - bakugou, midoriya, shindou, shouto x reader. darlin’ darlin’ - mikey x reader, ran x reader

series -

fracture - haitani ran x reader , ch 1, ch 2 , ch 3, ch 4

drabbles -

first time you fall asleep in front of ushijima cellist kuroo forehead kiss atsumu hands hcs - tokyo rev alpha kuroo

games -

your old fwb finds out you and your bf broke up - gojou, terushima yuuji, sakusa kiyoomi fake texts - bakugou katsuki, nanami kento, midoriya izuku, kirishima eijirou smut prompts - shinsou hitoshi x reader, osamu miya x reader, dabi x reader, roommate!shinsou hitoshi x reader, bakugou x reader, mitsuya x reader, rindou x reader , bokuto x reader, kuroo x reader wip snippets - southern gent kiri, draken snippet

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years

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Haikyu!

Headcannons 2

The first list was getting pretty long, so we are expanding to a second list 🤗 if there is a team I missed of that you'd like to be added, please feel free to let me know 🙌🏻

Lgbtqia+ friendly 👉🏻🏳️‍🌈

High-school Teams

Karasuno 🪶

Being Karasuno's Manager: Polyship with the First Years 🏳️‍🌈

Being Karasuno's Manager: Manager is in the Closet 🏳️‍🌈

Being Nishinoya's Boyfriend: Introduction to Grandfather 🏳️‍🌈

Saeko Tanaka with a Soft Girlfriend 🏳️‍🌈

Polyship with Daichi and Suga 🏳️‍🌈

Being Karasuno's Manager: Manager is an Artist

Being Karsuno's Manager: The Tiny Giant's Little Sister

Being Karasuno’s Manager: Kageyama’s Crush

Being Karasuno’s Manager: Miss Manager likes to Bake

Being Karasuno’s Manager: Yaku falls for Miss Manager

Karasuno’s Group Chat/headcanons: Noya’s Confession

Being Karasuno’s Manager: Miss Manager Gets Bullied for her Weight (trigger warning: bullying; fat shaming)

Shiratorizawa 🦅

Being Shiratorizawa's Manager: Manager Falls Asleep on Ushijima

Being Shiratorizawa's Manager: Polyship with Tendou and Semi 🏳️‍🌈

Ushijima YN: Being Ushijima's Sister and Secretly Dating Kiyoko 🏳️‍🌈

Being Shiratorizawa's Manager: Manager with an Ampulated Leg

Ushijima YN: Measuring Up to Your Twin, Ushijima Wakatoshi

Being Shiratorizawa’s Manager: Trip to the Beach

Nekoma 🐈

Being Nekoma's Manager and Dating Yaku Morisake

New girl at Nekoma: Kuroo’s Crush

Being Nekoma’s Omega Manager: Alpha Bokuto’s Crush

Being Nekoma’s Emo Manager

Fukurodani 🦉

Being Fukurodani's Manager: Manager is Genderfluid/Genderqueer and struggling with Body Dysphoria 🏳️‍🌈

Polyship with Washio and Konoha 🏳️‍🌈

Inarizaki 🦊

Miya YN: Aka The Best Miya Triplet (Female Triplet)

Being Inarizaki's Manager: Miss Manager is dating Atsumu Miya

Being Atsumu's Girlfriend: You Are Insecure

Being Inarizaki's Manager: Dating Osamu Miya

Being Inarizaki's Manager: Atsumu Rejects Miss Manager and Regrets it

Cooking class: meeting Single Dad! Osamu

Being Inarizaki’s Manager: Miss Manager Breaks her Hand

Being Inarizaki’s Manager: Miss Manager is Cute and Shy

Being Inarizaki’s Manager: Manager Defends Inarizaki

Seijoh/Aoba Johsai 👑

Being Seijoh's Manager: Dating Terushima

Being Seijoh's Manager: Oikawa hurts our precious manager and Iwaizumi's crush

Being Seijoh's Manager: Kyoutani YN dating Terushima

Oikawa YN: Being Iwaizumi's Crush and Oikawa is a Jerk

Being Seijoh's Manager: Dating Matsukawa

Being Seijoh’s Manager: Having a Crush on Yahaba

Being Seijoh’s Manager: Dating Shinji Watari

Being Seijoh’s Manager: Manager is a Bookworm

Date Tech 🧱

Johzenji

Tsubakihara

Being Tsubakihara’s manager

Nohebi 🐍

Being Nohebi's Manager: Daishou's Little Sister (Reverse Harem)

Kuroo Yn: Dating Daishou

Itachiyama

Kamomedai

Being Kamomedai's Manager and Dating Izuru Nozawa

Being Kamomedai’s Manager: Korai Hoshiumi’s Crush

Timeskip! Teams

MSBY 🐺

MSBY's Manager: Being Atsumu's Crush and Pregnant

Polyship with MSBY senior members (Inunaki, Thomas, Meian and Barnes) 🏳️‍🌈

Dad! Atsumu Miya and Dad! Kotaro Bokuto: Life with their Boyfriends 🏳️‍🌈

Being MSBY's Manager: Miss Manager is a Single Mom

Being MSBY's Manager: Period Troubles

Being MSBY' Manager: Manager with a crush on Adriah Thomas

Being Sakusa's Wife: YN is pregnant

Gifting your husband boudoir photos featuring MSBY

Breaking Through: Future Mrs. Sakusa

Dating Beach Volleyball Star Shoyo Hinata

New Nail Day with MSBY

Schweiden Adlers

Gifting your husband boudoir photos featuring the Adlers

EJP Raijin

Being EJP’s Manager: Suna’s Crush

Sendai Frogs

Team Japan

Being Team Japan's Manager: Bokuto has a HUGE crush (Bokuto's Birthday headcanons)

Oikawa YN: Manager of Team Japan

Being Team Japan’s Manager: Happy Birthday Manager!

Being Team Japan’s Manager: Trip to the Bookstore

Being Team Japan’s Manager: Miss Manager gets her period

Being Team Japan’s Manager: Manger is Stressed

Being Team Japan’s Manager: Future Mx. Iwaizumi

Being Team Japan’s Manager: Manager into crafts

Being Team Japan’s Manager: Miss Manager is good with kids

Multiple Team/Character Headcannons

Afab, bi-gender person coming out as Asexual to their SO: Atsumu Miya,Satori Tendou, Yuu Nishinoya, Kotaro Bokuto 🏳️‍🌈

Polyship with Oikawa and Atsumu 🏳️‍🌈

Polyship with Kuroo and Bokuto 🏳️‍🌈

Old Friends: Being a Coach for MSBY and Team Japan featuring Yamaguchi and Kyoutani

Karasuno, Shiratorizawa, Inarizaki and Nekoma: Manager has an Art Exhibit TB

Karasuno, Nekoma and Seijoh: Miss Manager and the Mystery Man

Mini Headcannons

FWB! Atsumu (mild smut)

Potentially Triggering Headcannons

Being Nekoma's Manager: Finding Out Manager Recently Self Harmed

Akaashi, Bokuto and Kuroo reacting to their partner having a mental break down

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mackjlee9 · 2 years

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Alright, imma post a list of one-shots that have a plot for but I just have no idea which one I should write first so 🤷‍♀️

Heads up~!! There's a lot. Some may change a bit, and the smut to fluff/angst ratio is... wild.

I won't write the plots, but I'll add the warnings to the smut ones.

•|Takami Keigo/Hawks [published]

Warning; praising, overstimulation, dumbification, daddy kink, rimming.

Uhh, you basically played with one of his feathers.

•|Afab!Kibutsuji Muzan

Warning; cunningulus.

•|Oujo Masato

Warning; uh... corruption kink maybe?

It's a smut/lime one but I haven't come up with anything specific yet.

•|Yoigoshi Tatsuya

Warning; camboy!yoigoshi, college au, anal masturbation(?

•|Mammon [published]

Warning; stuck in a wall, overstimulation, mind-break, master/sir kink (I haven't decided yet)

•|Kyotani Kentaro

Warning; 3rdyear!kyotani/reader, edging, begging, overstimulation, orgasm denial, mind-break.

•|Shinomiya Ayato

Warning; consented non-con language, overstimualtion, corruption kink, virgin!ayato, college au.

•|Yukihira Soma

Warning; breeding kink, overstimulation, passing out.

•|Jinguji Jakurai

Unfinished

Warning; overstimulation -fkin again?!-, begging, riding, multiple orgasm, drunk!horny!jakurai.

•|Todoroki Touya/Dabi

Warning; collaring, rough sex, riding, powerbottom!dabi, sub!reader.

•|Ryuguji Ken/Draken

Warning; choking, smaller!top.

•|Ryoumen Sukuna & Gojo Satoru

Warning; uh... threesome, and idk what else.

•|Gojo Satoru

Warning; praising, feminization, edging, overestimation.

More warnings; mentions of itadori x reader, mentions of megumi x reader, voyeurism, degradation, dry jumping, double blowjob.

•|Childe/Tartaglia

Warning; belly bulge, overestimation, s&m play, degradation, shibari and maybe... cbt play.

•|Sakusa Kiyoomi

Warning; semi-public, blowjob, dry humping, praising and degrading, hair pulling. Optional; assjob, edging, orgasm denial.

•|Sniper Mask

Warning; choking, breeding kink, hair pulling, biting.

•|Albedo

Warning; overstimulation 😒, praising, choking, hair pulling, body worship.

•|Nakajima Atsushi

Warning; breeding kink, overstimulation 😬, edging, toys usage, handcuffs usage, bondage or shibari.

•|Levi Ackerman

Warning; edging, degrading, choking, daddy/sir kink, omegaverse au, modern au.

•|Dazai Osamu

Warning; crossdressing, face-sitting, rimming, double penetration (not a threesome)

•|Scaramouche

Warning; dacryphilia, overstimulation, edging, mind-break.

One of my moots requested this 👀👀 of course, I made the plot and came up with the kinks.

•|Dazai Osamu & Nakahara Chuuya

Warning; threesome and idk what else.

•|Xiao

Warning; size kink, feminization, dacryphilia.

•|Ushijima Wakatoshi

Warning; blowjob, non-con somnophilia, powerbottom!wakatoshi.

•|Olivine

Warning; uh... nipple play maybe?

•|Lee:Palefire

Warning; bareback, pulling on his horns, mind-break, breeding kink and cnc.

•|Loid Forger

Warning; infidelity, semi-public, overstimulation, dumbification, degrading and a bit of dirty talk, size difference, manhandling, feminization.

•|Luxiem/Noctyx/Shoto

Warning; cockwarming.

•|Asta

Warning; public sex, overstimulation, rough sex, size kink

•|Amajiki Tamaki

Warning; pegging (ftm reader), orgasm denial, rimming, collaring, praising, slight masochism (scratches, bites), bondage, vibrator usage.

•|Neko!Amajiki Tamaki

Warning; top!ftm!reader

•|Omega!Bakugou Katsuki

Warning; alpha!ftm!reader

•|Choi Saeyoung/Luciel/707

Warning; crossdressing!707

•|Maid!Shiba Taiju Headcanons

(SFW)

•|Monoma Neito

Fluff and Angst

•|Chinen Miya

Platonic Fluff

•|Ash Lynx & Okumura Eiji [Published]

Angst

•|Diluc Ragnvindr

Angst, hurt/no comfort, death.

•|Suna Rintaro [Published]

Plot based of from This Side Of Paradise. Mentions of homophobia & toxic relationship.

#.mackjlee9 rants #.mackjlee9 writes #.mackjlee9

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macbetha · 14 days

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preview of four of hoards, a haikyuu au - kiyoomi x kenma (sakuken?) / ossaka - omegaverse / royalty / fantasy + shifters / dragon king omi / panther shifter kenma

As a dragon, Kiyoomi has always been warned about flying too close to the sun. With life comes bright, golden lies he’ll want to chase, but he must reign his focus on the gold in his hoard - for that is what makes the sun rise and fall in a world of dragons. But Kenma’s eyes are gold like sunstone and no dragon can fly higher than Kiyoomi. Or: A Hades and Persephone AU - what if Hades left the underworld to join Persephone in her springland home?

Preview below the cut!

Kiyoomi loathes regions of eternal summer with a special kind of repugnance, yet he’s the guest of honor at a mid-year wedding in the desert.

The desert sand at the stronghold of the Black Jackal seems to magnetize to him. This event also happens to be a Miya affair: a nine-day celebration, which is tradition in these parts. Nine days of nauseating comradery and glutinous posturing.

It’s all for the nine-tailed marriage goddess the twins and their people worship. Kiyoomi’s own physician will be one of those people soon. It’s hard to swallow.

Kiyoomi soldiers on for Akaashi’s sake. He has enough to worry about with final preparations and trying to persuade Osamu to save some things for their wedding. Osamu has already spoiled Akaashi as any king should when it comes to their intended, but Osamu is still an alpha.

Resisting the urge to bite is nearly impossible once an omega has given permission. Osamu is devoted to his regional traditions but the rule about waiting until the ceremony to bite might just do the fox king in. Oikawa has assured Kiyoomi it will be a delicious scandal.

Kiyoomi takes it upon himself to gather the flowers Akaashi wants at the ceremony. The gardens are indoors, and Kiyoomi feared he was going to step into a claustrophobic nightmare, but he shouldn’t have let the term “indoor” deter him from finding the gardens quicker.

Kiyoomi expected some flowerbeds, perhaps a fountain – not a landscape that rivals the size of a gladiatorial arena. There’s enough space for hills to stretch out pillowed by wildflowers. The air is candied, pure.

Clean waterways and spotless paths make Kiyoomi almost salivate; this trip has been nothing but sandy grime. To make matters more enriching, an oversized sundial floats midair. The dial ticks as sunlight moves through the glass ceiling.

Kiyoomi can admit he’s dazzled. Rainbow phoenixes soar overhead, teleporting across the gardens in a fiery burst, and his brain quickly stops feeling like a pulled muscle.

He tucks his basket at his elbow and follows one of the irrigation rivers with his list in hand. Koi fish trail after him, hoping for a snack. Akaashi was thoughtful enough to add rough sketches of the flowers he needs, but Kiyoomi has no clue where to find individual blooms.

He isn’t too concerned. This isn’t the worst place to get lost and better odds have tried to keep him from certain treasures in his hoard. He’s never failed in that category.

Hours pass in which Kiyoomi’s natural curiosity implores him to rest on the ground and study certain plants. He can’t name many of them. Some petals are so vibrant, it’s hard to settle on which color best describes them. These ponderings don’t weaken the happiness in him.

Gradually, he finds what Akaashi needs. Kiyoomi is quite disappointed as he reaches the end of his list. The light around him deepens with the sunset’s crimson flares. The glass ceiling opens with a mechanical groan and the phoenixes fly through for their nightly hunt.

Kiyoomi’s pointed ear twitches when music starts up somewhere outside. Dinner is about to start. He sighs profusely. His hold tightens on his flower basket, and he heads in the general direction of where he came from.

Kiyoomi tries so hard to commit all his senses to memory: the moonlight is soft and pearly, the breeze sharpening as it rips through the flowers to push Kiyoomi’s curls back. He stumbles to a stop and looks around, horns illuminating the night. Kiyoomi breathes in deeply.

His wings arc to attention. Kiyoomi studies the flow of wind through the flowers to track its path. He follows the push to the north section of the garden. Suddenly, all the perfumes around him are annoying. He can’t name the smell the wind brought to him.

He can’t even describe it or fully remember it from that initial whiff just a few moments ago. It was just… new, odd. Maybe even good. Something about it makes Kiyoomi hungry. He’s never eaten as indulgently as he needs to right now.

He wants to slash his arm across a table and push over the frilly centerpieces, wants to eat with the candlesticks overturned and the curtains burning. He wants to rip his teeth through fruit flesh and salted meat, wants to be so fucking greedy -

What is he even searching for? A particularly smelly flower? It wouldn’t be right to take one when it wasn’t on Akaashi’s list, and it wouldn’t live long. The air shifts in another direction and Kiyoomi breathes, tongue light on his bottom lip. His fangs ache in his jaw.

It's not a flower but by the gods, Kiyoomi wants it. He alters his path and walks up a steep hill. He can’t explain why he’s creeping along and being mindful of his steps while his heart urges him to hurry.

That scent clings to his open mouth. His wings move on their own, spreading to catch attention and impress. He drops the flower basket. Kiyoomi is passed deciphering these responses; he must train his eyes on the source of it all.

White flowers glow over the hilltop – moonflowers yawning awake and twisting in their search for nocturnal light. Kiyoomi finds it before the flowers do.

Cloud-cover allows only a blade of moonlight over the hill, yet an omega found it perfectly and decided to nap there. Curled up on his side with his arms folded under his cheek, he is incredibly small to have such powerful pheromones.

The skirt twisted up around the omega’s knees is patterned in golds and reds Kiyoomi should recognize as the colors of a certain noble house, but right now, he is missing the faintest memory that could remind him what the world was like before this moment.

He can’t describe the omega’s scent, but Kiyoomi eats it up with gluttonous vigor. This is what red would smell like, he thinks: warm, deep, disarming. That scent is melting into Kiyoomi’s very pores and his skin tingles as his own pheromones flare in kind.

The omega’s nose twitches as he sniffs. His eyelids flicker before bolting open. The omega loops to his feet quicker than Kiyoomi’s eyes can follow. They watch each other with abundant confirmation that the omega thinks he’s about to become some sort of prey.

Kiyoomi tips his head to the side, showing his neck as if he’s ever done it before. The omega’s breath rasps to a complete halt. His tension eases a bit, as does the warning in his smell. His sunstone gaze is calculated enough to leave Kiyoomi feeling dissected.

Kiyoomi is willing, keeping his neck arched with his head bowed in submission to ensure the omega no harm will come to him. Kiyoomi peeks up from keeping his eyes low to the ground. A flush pulses down the omega’s throat.

His small hands lower from their crooked defensive position to wring together. He combs through the long hair at his hip before tucking some behind his ear. The omega hesitates, lips parting as if he’ll grace Kiyoomi with an apology, a word, anything -

He darts away, fleeing so gracefully the flowers aren’t even disturbed. Kiyoomi’s wings fall as he pants, lightheaded. One hand finds the earth where he sinks and the other touches his chest. He feels the wardrum of his heartbeat through his shirt, his glove.

Kiyoomi rises to his feet and wavers. He walks closer to the omega’s napping spot and toes the plate of crackers and cheese. A sticky knife and spoon are nearby. Bloody fruit juice splatters the grass and Kiyoomi crouches, following the trail to an opened pomegranate.

Kiyoomi takes off his glove and scoops into it with two fingers. He touches them to his tongue, but the sweetness does not ease his frustrations - it just enhances the fact he could have handled that interaction better in a hundred different ways.

Motoya’s forcing their familial bond open like he’s trying to kick in a fucking door. Kiyoomi hurries to find his basket at the bottom of the hill. He struggles to gather himself. This isn’t the first time he’s needed to be alone to process something and can’t.

This won’t be the last time he doesn’t get what he needs. Kiyoomi’s snarl flashes in the moonlight as his wings beat and rip flowers from the earth. He launches toward the open ceiling.

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teamatsumu · 2 months

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primal. (miya osamu x reader)

word count: 2586

warnings: a/b/o dynamics, fem!omega reader, porn with minimal plot, swearing, typical omegaverse jargon (scent, heat, rut, slick, knot)

tags: @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi @sleepyxxhead @priv-rose

This was getting ridiculous.

Three whole days Osamu had not spoken to you. And for what? Because of a stupid argument you had about his new menu? In your mind, if he didn't want constructive criticism, he really should not have asked you for your opinion.

(You tried to ignore the gnawing guilt you felt that maybe you had been too harsh.)

But still, was it worth being this upset about? He hadn't replied to any of your messages. His phone was going straight to voicemail, and to top it off, even Atsumu hadn't heard from him. The blond twin had told you to just give him some space, and that he was ‘going through it’. But you scoffed. What exactly was he going through? All this over a controversial menu item? You didn't know Osamu could be so unreasonable over something so stupid.

Which is why you were standing at his door now, knocking for the last ten fucking minutes, while he didn't even bother to respond or open up. Your knocking had now progressed to vicious pounding, and you didn't give a shit if the neighbours heard. You were pissed. Osamu was being a baby and not communicating with you and you would make him talk if it was the last thing you did.

“Open this fucking door, Osamu!” You shouted for the tenth time.

“Go away!” Finally. Now that Osamu had gotten tired of your incessant pounding, he had finally responded. Triumph coarsed through you.

“I knew you were in there!” One more smack on the wood. “Open up. Now!”

“I'm tellin’ ya to go away.” His voice sounded strained. Your eyebrows furrowed a bit.

“What's up with you?”

There was some shuffling, and then a pained groan. Your muscles stiffened in alarm.

“Samu?” You could feel your anger drain away, replaced by worry. “Are you okay? Open the door!”

“Just go away. Everythin’ is fine. I'm not mad at ya. I just need ya to…. get away.”

You couldn't ignore the pain in his voice anymore. You tried the doorknob again to no avail. “Please let me in. I'm getting worried.”

Silence again. You leaned against the door, your panic only building. “Samu, please.”

Your anger was non-existent now. It didn't matter to you whatever stupid fight you two had gotten into. Your paranoid mind was racing and all you could think about was a million different ways that Osamu might be hurt. If anything happened to him…

Your heart imperceptibly broke.

You had known Osamu since high school, when him and his brother would melt your brain with their unnecessary fighting and competition. He was young and naive then, with that godawful gray hair that he thankfully abandoned after high school, and an attitude so fiery it left most other people in the dust. You couldn't understand why you were so attracted to him at first glance, but then he presented as an Alpha mere months after you first met, and your attraction to him became quite clear.

More than anything else, Osamu was your close friend. He understood you in a way his twin didn't, and you liked to think you were a good friend to him too. You kept your feelings for him pretty tightly wrapped up in your heart, afraid that an Alpha like him wouldn't want you. He was desired widely by many, many omegas. And he had always turned them down. If all those prime omegas weren't good enough for him, you didn't stand a chance.

So you lived with him as your friend, because you would rather have that than nothing at all.

You knocked on the door again, more softly this time, knowing he was right on the other side. “Samu, please let me in. Let me see.”

There was a thunk. You assumed Osamu had leaned his forehead against the door. “Omega…”

It clicked in you, like gears fitting into place. Your heart raced. You shuffled closer to the door until there was no more space left. You sniffed carefully.

There was his scent, heady and musky, sandalwood and something you had come to associate only with Osamu. A scent you had loved for so long it made you want to buckle to your knees. It was strong, heavier than any time you had smelled it before. It made your eyes cross, your breath pause. Something in your core stirred.

“Your rut?” You mumbled. You knew he heard you.

Osamu groaned low in response. Your thighs clenched.

Over the years, you observed that Osamu's ruts were rare. Maybe once every three months. He would always disappear a few days beforehand, and didn't reappear until it was well over and done. Atsumu said that since his ruts were so spaced out, they would always hit really hard. So you tended to leave him alone until he reached out first, talking normally and as if nothing had happened, picking up where he left off.

In your anger and with your fight fresh in your mind, you didn't realize that Osamu had likely gone off the grid because of his rut, and not because he was ignoring you. Now you were standing here, mere inches from an Alpha in full rut, with your own core tightening and something wet slowly dripping down the crease of your thigh. Your inhibition was slowly dissipating the more you frantically tried to breathe his faint scent. Your omega purred and whined.

“I could help.” You dared say. “I could help you, Alpha.”

Another groan, low and desperate, and you felt like it was rattling through your very soul. You bit your lip hard, hand twitching to move between your thighs, but you remained frozen. Osamu didn't move away from the door. His pants grew louder, and then he whined.

“Are you sure?” His muffled voice came, almost broken with desire. He wanted- needed- you to say yes. You nodded vigorously even if he couldn't see you.

“Yes!”

Some thudding, clicking, and then he pulled open the door. Your breath caught at the sight of him.

He was gloriously shirtless, and his loose sweatpants were doing nothing to hide his problem either. His erection was obvious, straining and standing against the struggling material of his pants. It would look almost comical if you weren't horny out of your fucking mind right now. His bare torso shone with a thin layer of sweat. You bit your lip so hard you were sure you drew blood.

“Holy fuck, you smell good.” Osamu's nose, more sensitive with his rut, twitched. His eyelids fluttered, and he took in a deep breath. You stared at him some more, wondering if you were dreaming.

“What are ya standin’ there for? C’mere, Omega.”

He tugged on your arm, until your body was making contact with his. Your hands rested on his chest, and you could feel how rapidly his heart was beating. He leaned down until his face was mere inches from yours. His breath hit your lips, made them tingle. Your core clenched painfully. His scent got stronger.

“Ya sure ya want this?”

You didn’t even have the strength to nod, feeling lightheaded. You only tilted your face up until your lips brushed his. “Please.”

A breathy curse, and then he was kissing you. His arms wrapped tight around your back, like he was scared you would disappear, one hand gripping possessively over your hip. You suspected it would leave a bruise.

You wanted it to leave a bruise.

He left you breathless when your lips parted. He tugged you in further and shut the door with a loud bang, before pushing you back against it. The manhandling turned you on to no end, the thought that you were someone Osamu was about to use to satisfy himself. Your already aroused mind went wild at the notion and you arched into him when he crowded you against the door, lips meeting in a frenzy. He bit and licked your mouth raw, invading your mouth like he couldn’t bear to be apart from you. You dug your nails into his biceps, reveling in the feeling of him, of finally having him the way you wanted. Your panties were soaked through by now. Your inner thighs held the signs of your desire.

His lips traveled down your neck next, licking and biting, inhaling and exhaling as he scented you. His cock pressed into your hip and you let him satisfy his need to leave his mark on you, basking in his scent that mixed with yours and how he laid his claim on you, albeit temporarily. His hands gripped hard at your sides, pushing your shirt up to run over bare skin.

“Wanted this so bad.” He rasped, biting dangerously close to your scent gland, you leaned into the sting. “Every rut. Ya know how many times I’ve jerked off to ya?”

His accent was thick, his words slurred. You were sure he was completely gone by this point. You gripped his hair hard.

“Wanted you too, Alpha.” You whimpered back. “Touch me, god, please.”

Osamu lifted you up then, two strong hands grabbing your asscheeks and carrying you across the room to where his couch was located. You wrapped your arms around his neck, taking the opportunity to lap and nip at his neck, scenting him back. Your drenched walls fluttered around nothing, crying and weeping for a nice, thick knot to fill you up.

You had a suspicion you wouldn’t have to wait long.

When Osamu dropped you on the couch, his hands immediately tugged on your clothes, pulling off your jeans and panties in one go. The fabric clung to you with how wet it was, and the air was cool on your burning skin. You used the moment to pull off your top until you were bare before him. Osamu kissed your calf, traveling up quickly with a few kisses laid on your skin. Your thigh, your stomach, the valley of your breasts, your jaw. He had tugged his sweats down already, and you felt something hard poke at your dripping entrance.

“Can’t wait, baby.” His voice trembled. “Need ya now. Need to knot ya so bad I’m gonna explode.”

And then he was sliding into your slicked up but unprepped pussy, carving his way through your spasming walls until a sharp pain went through you. You gasped at the glorious stretch, at your walls recognising an Alpha cock and opening up to accommodate him. Your wetness ran down your ass, likely soiling Osamu’s couch but you doubted he cared. He was cursing and whining in your ear, spine bending forward at the relief of finally sinking into a wet, ready cunt. His face was flushed a deep red, sweat building on his forehead. He sank into you to the base, your toes tingling with the sensation of being so full.

“Hold on, omega.” His last words. They almost sounded like a threat. Your breath caught.

Then he was gripping your hips and holding you down, before fucking into you hard and fast. You gasped at the sudden pace, legs pushed even further open as his cock repeatedly bullied itself into you. Your jaw went slack at the sensation, how he hit you so deep, sloppy noises filling the air along with your cries and his moans. His skin slapped hard against yours, leaving the inside of your thighs red and tender. His cock hit every spot just right. You felt your toes curl.

Osamu watched your reactions, nearly delirious himself, barely holding on by a thread.

“Feel good?”

You nodded frantically, fingernails scratching over his shoulders and arms. Osamu leaned down on his elbows, tongue poking out to lick at your lips every now and then.

“Tell me how good it feels. Tell me.”

“I-” You gasped and jolted with the force of his thrusts. Tears built up in your eyes and spilled down the sides of your face. “Can’t- can’t talk.”

“Yes you can.” His hand wound into the hair at the back of your head, tugging hard until you arched into him. “Say it. Say ya love my cock.”

“Love your cock.” You managed to wail, clamping down hard on him. He cursed and leaned down further, pace not even faltering in the slightest. His lips sealed themselves against the skin of your neck and he sucked hard.

“Tell me how bad ya want my knot.”

“Want it so bad.” You parroted, losing every coherent thought and just going along with what he was saying. Osamu continued to pound into you like he wasn’t even talking, like he wasn’t rearranging your guts or turning your legs to jelly. Like the base of his cock wasn’t rapidly swelling and catching on the rim of your hole.

Osamu pushed himself deep into you before stilling completely, and you nearly weeped in frustration.

“Tell me why ya deserve my knot.” He gritted, eyes meeting yours. Little golden flecks shown in his irises, and his incisors elongated below his bottom lip. He was deep, deep in the clutches of his rut. Combined with his messed up hair and flushed cheeks, he looked wild. Uninhibited. Dangerous. Your pleasure hit its very peak, teetering just over the edge, begging for that last push. You sobbed.

“Wanted you for so long.” You gasped and cried, tears pouring from your cheeks. “Wanted you to fuck me and knot me and give me your cum. Please, Alpha, please. I’ll be so good for you.”

Osamu groaned. Something in his eyes softened. He hooked a hand under your left knee and tugged it up, folding it against your torso. His cock pulled out before pushing back in, slowly picking up his pace again. You moaned loud, feeling your pit tighten up again.

“Why don’t ya cum fer me nice and hard, baby? Get me wet with your juice and then I’ll fill you up. Promise. I’ll shove this fat knot into your tiny little cunt. Just cum fer me, little omega.”

And you did. You arched into him, eyes rolling and arms seizing as you came harder than you ever had in your life. Electricity zipped through you and all air was punched out of your lungs until you felt that your very soul was leaving your body. You didn’t even register when Osamu groaned and stuttered in his pace, or when his knot swelled until it was bullied into your thoroughly fucked out and sore pussy. White hot cum filled your insides as he locked into you, hips flush against your own.

Strong arms wrapped around your waist as Osamu’s comforting weight settled on you. He licked and lapped at your neck softly, breathing into you until you were nothing but his scent, his touches, his marks. You panted and tried to catch your breath, legs trembling with aftershocks of the event. You could barely lift your arms to run over his bare back, but you managed. Osamu hummed at your soft touch.

All was silent beneath you two as the fog of his rut lifted. You could feel him slowly cool down, get pliant against you. You could almost sense his apprehension.

“Do ya regret it?”

You smiled slightly, staring up at the ceiling. “I meant it, Samu. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

You could feel his own smile against your neck, his embrace around you tightening. “Me too.”

Your skin buzzed with warmth. While Osamu breathed softly against your neck, you let yourself drift into a quiet sleep.

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mavrintarou · 9 days

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[3:00 PM] Miya Atsumu - A/B/O

All I can tell you all is that it's long and dirty... hope you have a wonderful smutty Friday.

Warning: Full of smutty smut... A little different from most A/B/O au

Atsumu returned home early from a four-week-long training camp.

He first noticed the unfamiliar pheromone in his shared apartment with Y/n.

Immediately his ears perked, and he could hear moaning and whimpering coming from down the hall.

Sighing, Atsumu contemplated going to Osamu’s place for the night. Now that he recalled, Y/n did remind him that she was going through her rut cycle soon. Normally, they respected each other’s boundaries and spent their ruts at the specialty hotel that was designated for ruts & heats. She had asked if he would be okay if she brought her partner to spend the night at their apartment since he would be out during that time, and he was okay with it.

Before Atsumu could put his shoes back on, he heard a door swing open.

“This is fucken pathetic, screw you!”

Atsumu froze and before he could hide, a half-naked omega stalked past him before stopping to glare at him. “Your roommate is a pathetic alpha!” She shouted before slamming the door after her.

Blinking, Atsumu was shocked at what had just happened.

“She’s just mad I lost my vibe. I didn’t know you were coming home early.”

Turning his head, Atsumu sees Y/n standing only in her robe, leaning against the wall. He could see red blotches along her neck.

He took a step closer to Y/n. “You okay?”

She shrugged and smiled, “don’t worry about it.” She walked over and dropped herself on the couch.

How could he not worry? Atsumu inhaled softly before sitting beside her. He noticed the oddness he had been feeling the last couple of days and couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

He glanced over at Y/n who had her arms crossed over her chest with her eyes closed, almost like she was sleeping.

Y/n was one of the few female hybrids, a special case of an alpha and omega. Hybrids were able to choose between either gender and could breed and be bred.

The setback for most hybrids was that they have a smaller physique than an average omega and due to that, oftentimes time they were looked down on as alpha hybrids. Like both genders, hybrids go through both rut and heat phases and sometimes both could happen at the same time. Hybrids were able to release alpha and omega pheromones yet unable to detect them like betas. They often have to carry with them a pheromone neutralizer to prevent unwanted attention.

Eventually, most hybrids will adopt the more dominant gender. The high percentage of hybrids become omegas due to the challenges of being an alpha.

But Y/n had no problem attracting both alphas and omegas.

Atsumu himself was physically and sexually attracted to her until he discovered that her preference was omegas.

He would take it to his grave that he had imagined how it would be to have Y/n below him, how she would take him…

But they were friends, roommates for three years.

However, things changed two weeks ago when the two of them were casually having a beer in their living room after a long work day.

“Hey,” Atsumu started, staring at Y/n sip on her fourth beer. She was one of the few ladies he knew who enjoyed a good beer and a lot of it. “Wanna play Truth or Dare?”

He could see she was thinking about it before she smirked and answered, “sure.”

Being the gentleman he is, he allowed her to go first.

“Truth or dare, ‘Tsumu?”

He felt a sense of nervousness for some reason and decided to play it safe and chose truth.

“Why are you so uptight?”

Atsumu frowned before letting out a laugh, that was her question? “Honestly, I haven’t had sex in three months. That’s the longest I’ve ever gone without sex since losing my virginity.”

Y/n’s face distorted humorously and she tried hard not to laugh, “okay, your turn.”

“Truth or dare, Y/n?”

“Truth,” she answered.

Atsumu smirked, wondering if she was playing it safe. “Which one do you like more, being top or bottom?” This was one question he had been dying to know the answer to.

Y/n consistently projected an aura of composure and ease, effortlessly connecting with everyone she encountered. It came as no shock that alphas and omegas alike gravitated toward her; there was an undeniable allure about her that drew them in.

She wasn’t surprised at his question at all. “My answer would be top because I’ve never been a bottom before.”

His eyes bulged out in disbelief. “I don’t believe you, you have never…” Atsumu’s voice trailed off as he tried to connect the dots in his head. “But you’re a… hybrid…” his tone was filled with nothing but confusion. “Don’t you get heats?”

Y/n shook her head, gulping her beer. “No, I have never gotten through a heat before. I know, it’s odd. My doctor doesn’t know why either and just continues to tell me to monitor myself.” She shrugs her shoulders, “so, I only know how to top.” She narrows her eyes at him playfully, asking him that nearly makes him choke on his saliva. “Why? You want to do you want to show me how it feels to be a bottom?”

The fun and playful mood Atsumu was in suddenly turned him sober and serious. Was she joking? He swallowed, trying hard not to make it obvious that his cock had gotten excited and was semi-hard.

Their game of Truth or Dare came to an abrupt end before neither had a second round as the fire alarms in their apartment complex went off.

Neither spoke again about that subject and went on with their lives.

Or at least Atsumu tried to.

For days, he couldn’t get the subject out of his head, wondering and questioning how she had managed to go this long without having a heat, let alone that she had never been a bottom before! It had also bothered Atsumu about her question she asked him if he would like to show her, was she serious about it? It made Atsumu excited every time he thought about it.

Atsumu has been wanting to bring the conversation up again and suddenly had the urge to do so.

His mouth opened to speak when something hit his sense of smell, a delicate aroma. Blood began rushing down south and his mouth watered, his mind clouded with nothing but wanting to have a taste of this deliciousness that was taking over his senses.

Realization hit him as this was typically how he becomes when he is being affected by an omega’s heat pheromone.

His eyes narrowed as he looked at Y/n.

“Atsumu.”

He flinched at the way she called his name, not in a threatening way, but in a way that made him want to be nothing but possessive of her. His throat tightened as her pheromone poured more onto him.

“I… think I’m going through my first heat,” Y/n murmurs softly, opening her eyes to peer into his. They were a different color and most definitely very dilated.

He noticed her crossed arms tightening around her petite body. Realization hit him, the faint lingering smell he had detected was Y/n’s omega pheromone, something completely different from her alpha pheromone he was used to. It was no wonder he was not threatened by it because it still had a bit of her scent in it, keeping him calm.

“What?” he growled, trying to maintain his composure and sanity, he wanted to pounce on her. Atsumu stood up and distanced himself from her. “But you said you –“

“I never had one before so I don’t know what to expect but I’m confident… enough that what I’m experiencing right now is my heat.” Y/n hunched over, her shoulders trembling.

The silence in the room was unbearable and she broke it by quietly asking, “would you – be comfortable to help me?” She bit her lower lip before asking, “I’ve – I’ve never been a bottom… show me. Show me what it's like to be a bottom, Atsumu.”

Atsumu’s eyes bulged out, “sh – show you?” He inhaled sharply as he closed his eyes to absorb her request. He paced back and forth in their living room before clarifying, “say that one more time? What are you asking me to do?” He needed a second confirmation.

“Atsumu,” Y/n called his name, it flowed like soft butter from the tip of her tongue. “I’m in heat right now and I want you to show me what it feels like to be a bottom…” she paused, “if that makes you feel uncomfortable I can go ask –“ She was suddenly tugged onto her feet and pressed against his chest. She felt his hardness press against her abdomen and her eyes widened, breath hitching.

“All you need is me,” Atsumu’s eyes suddenly become dark as he stares at her lips. “I will show you how to be a bottom, Y/n.”

“You’re breaking my heart here, Y/n,” Atsumu growled softly against her nipple. Three of his long and thick fingers have been thrust back and forth inside her pussy. “Am I doing a shit job that I can’t even make you moan for me?”

Y/n shook her head, her knuckles had turned white from gripping his comforters tightly. She let out a heavy breath, “no – no… it feels…”

“Feels?...”

“Fucken amazing…” she finished, opening her eyes. “I’ve… never felt this bliss before…” her back arched when Atsumu’s fingers curled and fastened.

“Nope,” Atsumu chuckled when she tried to close her legs. “Keep these beautiful legs open, wide open for me.” He shifts his large, toned body to fit in between her legs. He withdrew his fingers to stroke his cock.

Atsumu still couldn’t believe that Y/n has never had a heat before, let alone taken a cock before.

“’Tsumu,” Y/n whimpered, her fingers grazing over her wet pussy, her pussy ached to be stuffed, filled in ways she never imagined before.

Since finding out she is a hybrid at the age of 16, her gender has always been alpha-dominant. She has never experienced a heat since discovering her hybrid gender even though she was capable of adapting to both genders.

Unlike most, Y/n had no problem attracting either gender but she had preferred to be a top giver than a bottom receiver.

It wasn’t until recently, until the game of Truth or Dare with Atsumu that it had piqued her interest. She suddenly was curious about being a bottom but she did not know who she trusted enough to share that moment with. Unconsciously, she began manifesting it.

On numerous occasions, she caught herself staring at Atsumu, and it was then that she began seeing him in a different light. She considered the idea of asking him but was frequently reminded that it would alter their relationship forever.

Her request tonight was her heat speaking. During the few weeks of Atsumu being away, Y/n’s body began experiencing a change she had never felt before. Unlike the times she was going through a rut, her body was burning and throbbing at her pussy.

Y/n has never touched herself in such a way, never having to need to until now. For two nights in a row, she tossed and turned in bed until the temporary relief was her fingers dipping in between her legs and stuffing her pussy in ways she’s done to other omegas.

“Atsumu…” his name slipped from her lips unconsciously. Her eyes widened and embarrassment shamed her for calling out her friend’s name while imagining him, imagining it was his fingers stuffing her pussy.

And now three of his finger pump quickly in and out of her pussy, the mere thought of knowing it’s his fingers that is building up the pleasure is all Atsumu’s doing.

The following day, she snuck into his room and inhaled the scent in his room, filling her desire and yearning.

“Yes,” Y/n moaned, eyes rolling shut, “yes, Atsumu…”

Atsumu shifted onto his knees. “I can’t believe you’ve never taken a cock before. I find that hard to believe,” Atsumu rubbed the tip of his cock against her clit.

Y/n herself can’t believe she hasn’t either. It may be partly because she never had a heat to begin with. Y/n sat up and reached for his cock, her eyes bewitched at the size of his cock. “It’s so… big.”

She wasn’t big and she was aware of it. The first time she spent her rut with an omega, she thought it was a disaster, not knowing what to expect but the omega had expressed how good her cock felt.

An omega once told her with a wink, “it’s now how big, it’s how you use it.”

“I won’t deny that I’ve never wondered how you would look beneath me, Y/n.” Atsumu admitted, “surely you must know you’re fucken desirable, right?” He pushed the tip of his thick cock in her, groaning when her walls tightly refuse to let him in until he compel, shoving just the tip through. “Relax for me, Y/n…” he slowly pushed back and forth, pushing more of his thick long cock into her until she has lubricated his cock, taking him easier. His eyes were transfixed at his cock disappearing into her pussy until she’s taken all of him. Looking up he sees her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, her lower lip trapped between her teeth. Reaching up he freed her swollen lower lip and smoothed it with his thumb. He pressed his thumb past her lips, “bite me instead…” His cock jerked when she clenched her teeth against his thumb. “That’s it, baby…”

Her teeth loosened and she wrapped her tongue around his thumb, sucking it.

“Fuck…” Atsumu swore before choking out a chuckle, “I’m going fuck your mouth afterward.”

Y/n freed his thumb, “promise?” her legs wrapped around his hips pressing herself upwards to him. “Hurry,” she pleaded, “fuck my pussy, ‘Tsumu…” She never thought she would hear herself say that phrase.

Atsumu didn’t need to be told twice. His body crushed her small one, sandwiching her to his bed as he hiked her legs and began thrusting into her pussy. The bed began to shake violently and the wooden bedframe creaked loudly.

Y/n’s arms encircled his neck tightly while her fingers weaved through his strands of dirty blond hair, gripping them firmly at the roots and giving it a gentle tug. Her hips rolled, meeting his powerful thrusts. She cooed and encouraged him, “yes! Yes… just like that… fuck… you’re so big, ‘Tsumu… you feel so good…”

Atsumu only hummed, his mouth busy sucking a perfect hickey against her neck. It has always made him jealous seeing other omegas mark her and now it is his turn and he is going to make sure his mark is engraved into her skin.

His hips fasten, cock repeatedly hitting her sweet spot. If it felt this wonderful already, he couldn’t imagine how it would be when he was in a rut, when his senses would be fully heightened.

“Y/n,” Atsumu groaned, sliding his tongue along her neck and to her jaw, licking along her cheek. He felt so high, in a state of bliss. Every thrust into Y/n’s pussy sent pure excitement and euphoria pulse through him. “Look at me,” he growled, and when she found his brown eyes, he leaned down and kissed her.

Their tongues tangled and eagerly danced as their mouth moved over each other hungrily.

Atsumu was finally satisfying a lingering curiosity within him, having Y/n beneath him and kissing her.

Y/n moaned his name breathlessly from his kisses, “my tummy… it feels tingly… I’m – I’m going to cum… please let me cum…”

The tightening of Y/n’s pussy and increased enhancement of her pheromone pushed Atsumu to the edge, losing the last of his control. He tightened his arms around her small body and pounded hard until the tip of his cock continue to stimulate her cervix. He badly wished he was in a rut so he could penetrate her cervix and knot her.

Breed her.

Y/n’s teeth sink into his collarbone as she comes undone, her nails digging into his shoulders as her body trembles.

Atsumu follows seconds later, filling her pussy with his hot cum.

There’s no going back, I can’t let her go now, he tells himself. He inhales her scent, feeling his cock already semi-hard once again.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you two in a long ass time, what have you guys been up to?” Their mutual friend, Ryuji said, gesturing to Atsumu and Y/n to take a seat in the two empty spots at the end of the table.

“Just the same stuff, training and tournaments,” Atsumu shrugged, pulling the seat for Y/n and pushing in the chair like a gentleman. “Season is wrapping up so I’ll finally get some relaxation.”

Atsumu and Y/n were oblivious to their physical intimacy, they didn’t see how their three other friend’s eyes widened as Atsumu’s body turned towards Y/n, his arm resting behind her chair and thumb rubbing circles on her upper arm. He fills her plate with food and continues updating his friends about his life.

Of course, he is keeping his relationship with Y/n out.

It has been two weeks since Y/n’s first heat, and it took almost two days for her heat to conclude and yet, neither of them has had their fill. They have fucked each other in every possible space in their apartment. Day and night, every possible moment.

They had even pulled a quickie in his car before meeting their friends.

“Be my good girl and keep my cum in you. I’ll reward you later,” Atsumu murmured breathlessly. Y/n could only nod as she squeezed her walls and slip off his cock. He assists by slipping her panties back in place before lifting her and placing her gently back in the passenger seat before slipping himself back into his pants.

Aside from Y/n’s lightly pink cheeks, he didn’t think anyone would notice their coupling.

“Are you two… seeing each other?” Their other friend Yuma carefully inquired.

Y/n was the first to calmly deny it and laugh softly, “no, why do you ask?”

The three friends, Yuma, Ryuji, and Masachi, exchange glances, silently acknowledging a shared thought but opting to not broach the subject further.

They didn’t need to.

No one would be stupid enough to even dare look her way with the way that she reeked of Atsumu’s pheromone. It unmistakably screamed she belonged to him, and him alone.

The minute passing was only making Atsumu anxious.

Y/n promised to be home thirty minutes ago and it was past the promised time by ten minutes.

Atsumu was aware of his behavior, the possessive behavior he harbored for Y/n. He couldn’t deny it and it only continued to manifest each passing day.

He couldn’t even blame it on his upcoming rut that only seemed to have enhanced with Y/n’s change of pheromone as of late. Atsumu couldn’t quite put his finger on it but something about her has changed and it only made him more addicted to her.

There was one thing that he knew for sure and it was that he was in love with Y/n and wanted her and only her.

Y/n was fully aware of Atsumu’s perilous fixation on her.

She had not meant to let their fling go on this long, or at all. It was all a mistake and now… she couldn’t undo it.

She acknowledged that he wasn’t the only one going through this change alone. Y/n too has become possessive of Atsumu. When he would come home with the scent of another omega on him, she would feel her mood turn sour.

Y/n refused to accept it but since having sex with Atsumu, she has not wanted an omega again. She came to terms that she had officially adopted the omega gender, a lot sooner than later for other hybrids. It was inevitable with the amount of sex she was having.

Studies have shown that the more dominant gender would manifest with the amount of climax and chemicals released each time. Whichever gender they possess during their highest climax constantly, their body will begin to adapt to that gender.

It was an addiction, once Y/n had a taste of being an bottom, there was no going back. She craved for Atsumu, his pheromone, his cock deep within her. She craved feeling his thick cock graze and stimulate her pussy walls. She craved being filled to the point her belly bulged.

Y/n began to be delusional. She has never wanted to be knotted so badly, she wanted Atsumu’s knot. She wanted to be bred.

Aware of her behavior and obsession with Atsumu, Y/n tried to meet other alphas… hoping any alpha would do but when she was approached by an alpha at the bar, her nose crinkled in disgust.

It was undeniable that Atsumu was all she wanted.

For a brief moment, she allowed herself to be greedy, to give in and savor all the seconds she could have with Atsumu. She convinced herself that if she took as much as she could from him, she could let him go and move on with their lives.

She fueled his obsession and possessiveness, allowing him to have his way with her, and ravish her body, mind, heart, and soul to his content. After all, she not only wanted something to remember him by but the same for him, even if it was just her body. She’ll make it so that he would only think of her when he would be with future omegas.

They were constantly having sex everywhere and at any time, morning sex, second-morning sex, before-work sex, after-work sex, shower sex, and bedtime sex. As if they were in a constant heat and rut cycle. She was not blind to Atsumu’s attempts to mark her. Every time he took her from behind, she would freeze when his teeth would graze over her scent gland, where his teeth could puncture the sacred spot that should be reserved for her mate. Her hand would cover the spot but Atsumu has now locked her wrists together above her head.

Y/n has become weak for him, submissive per se, and allowed him to do what he pleases.

But she needed to put an end to it.

Whatever they were doing was unhealthy.

“Why – why are you doing this?” His voice wavered, his tone laced with pain.

She waited for him to return home from his daily training and as soon as he entered through their apartment doors, the bright smile he always had faded slowly as he felt the heavy atmosphere in the room. Y/n called for him to take a seat across from her before breaking both their hearts.

“We shouldn’t have even started this in the first place, ‘Tsumu.” Y/n said calmly, but she was anything but calm.

“Don’t call me that, if you don’t want to be with me anymore you have no right to call me that!” A tear slid down his cheek. “Only the woman I love can call me that.”

Y/n held back her tears and swallowed hard before forcing the words out again. “Atsumu, this thing between us should not have even happened in the first place.”

“Why not?” he argued, “it was like you forced me or I forced you. Everything up until now has happened because we both wanted it, and both needed it. We needed each other!”

“Look at us, we know what happens when you cross that line between friends!”

“So what, we can be lovers now?” Atsumu shot back, roughly wiping his tears away. “We can be boyfriend and girlfriend and whatever more if you want, I don’t care. I just want to be with you. I just want to love you!”

As if a veil lifted, she suddenly realizes he loves her.

Y/n blinked, the tears that filled her eyes slipping down her cheeks as she heard his confession.

“You – you do? Like in a real relationship?” Y/n clarified with a careful tone. She didn’t want to misinterpret his words.

“Fuck yes. Do you want to be in a relationship? Then let’s make it official. Do you want to get married? Let’s get married. You want me to mark you, I’ll be glad to mark you to let the whole universe know you are mine…” Atsumu took steps until he was in front of her. When did she look so fragile, so small? He wrapped an arm around her back while his other hand cupped her cheek, wiping away the tear that slipped down her rosy cheek. “I want whatever you want, just as long as you are by my side. Whatever title you want, you can have it all.” He rests his forehead against hers. “But if you are to ask me, I want you as mine in every possible way.”

Y/n shut her eyes tightly. “Say it again,” her voice was barely above whispering, “say you love me again.”

“I love you, Miya Y/n.” Her eyes snapped open and Atsumu grinned, “you didn’t ask but I’m going to give you my last name, so no backs.” He rubbed the tip of his nose against hers, “tell me, Y/n… tell me you love me too.”

“I love you, Miya Atsumu. I love you.”

His life felt 99% complete, there was only that 1% left.

“Now, tell me you’re going to stay by my side for the rest of our lives?”

Y/n pressed her lips to his, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’m going to stay by your side for the rest of our lives.”

Her fingers tremble as the third pregnancy test reveals the same thing, a positive result.

“No… how…” she muttered to herself. She dropped it into the garbage can and massaged her temple.

She began experiencing symptoms that she couldn’t avoid and excuse any longer.

Craving, tenderness, and fatigue.

Everything that was pointing to what she was afraid of was pregnancy.

But how? Atsumu has never knotted her.

“Pregnancy can happen without a knot, it is not as common but it can still happen if you are extremely sexually active.” The doctor raised a brow, questioning, “especially if you are not using protection. Are you sexually active? Having unprotected sex more than four times a week?”

Y/n’s ears burned and she was embarrassed to answer the question.

She and Atsumu did use condoms but would forget, losing themselves to the feeling of skin on skin. Y/n was weak to Atsumu’s begging to always cum inside her. It was to feed his ego of knowing she had a part of him inside her at all times.

Her silence and flushed cheeks were all the doctor needed to know. “The chance of conceiving is much higher if you and your partner are extremely active, which is the case since you said your partner has yet to knot you?”

“That is correct,” Y/n answered meekly.

“With this confirmed pregnancy, there is a high percentage of you becoming an official omega.” They explained that Y/n would no longer be a hybrid, and would no longer have any alpha traits.

The doctor placed a booklet before her titled New Mommy and What to Expect and went through it briefly.

Y/n cleared her throat before asking, “my… partner is due for his rut soon… would it be okay to be knotted while… pregnant?”

Her doctor nodded and flipped to page 8, with big and bold letters at the top: Knotting during pregnancy. “You should be fine, if anything, your body will need your partner’s semen to nourish your pregnancy.”

Y/n shivered feeling the heavy pheromone throughout the apartment. Now, it made sense as to why she had been sensitive to his pheromone lately, her pregnancy hormones had enhanced all her senses. “Atsumu?”

Before she could check the kitchen, strong arms enveloped her in a tight bear hug. His hot body heat penetrated through her clothing and she was swallowed wholly by his pheromone at straight physical contact.

His nose buried into her neck as he inhaled sharply, “what took you so long?”

He knew of her appointment but it did run slightly longer than she anticipated.

Before she could answer him, he picked her up, throwing her over his shoulders and carrying her to his bedroom.

Y/n blinked, hands pressed against his lower back to steady herself… and at the same time comprehend the sight in front of her.

Atsumu’s bare ass. He was completely naked.

She is dropped onto his bed and is immediately pressed against the mattress with Atsumu’s body which somehow feels larger than usual, she feels so small under his body.

His mouth is hot and heavy on hers, his fingers already pulling and ripping off her clothes just to feel her naked flesh against his.

Y/n gasped, feeling his cock pressed against her abdomen, it sent a jolt to her pussy and she instantly felt herself wet.

Atsumu straddled her small body but kept his weight off of her. The only weight he had on her was the weight of his cock and heavy sacks against her lower abdomen. His eyes are glowing gold and dilated, a trait of an alpha in a rut cycle.

“Y/n,” he groaned, rocking his cock against her bare skin, seeking any sort of physical touch. He was fighting against losing control, he didn’t want to scare or hurt her. “I don’t want to hurt you… but my rut cycle… it can – I’ve been told I’m too rough… I might hurt you…”

Y/n cupped his cheek, “you will never hurt me, ‘Tsumu…”

He nuzzled against their palm, pressing a kiss to it. “I’m happy to hear… You’re made for me... right? You can take my everything I give you, right?”

She nodded her head like an obediently, eager to please. “Yes. Yes, I am made for you. I will take everything you give me, ‘Tsumu.” She widened her legs, offering herself to him, “hurry, give me your knot.”

Her approval and request are all Atsumu needed to hear to be tipped over the edge, to allow his rut cycle to take over and please Y/n.

He flipped her over onto her tummy and lift her ass, his palm came down onto her left cheek, making her yelp before moaning. He rubs his more than ready cock along her slits before pushing it deep within her warm pussy, stretching her to accommodate his rut-size cock.

Atsumu leaned over her, his whole body wrapped around hers from behind as he pressed a light kiss below her ear, murmuring, “relax for me…”

Y/n’s buried face against his comforters helped her control her breathing as she tried to accommodate the size change of his cock, something that was march larger and thicker than usual. Atsumu was already large and thick in the first place, but his rut-size cock was on another level.

“That’s it baby,” he cooed, feeling her ease up. He wasted no time ramming his cock, groaning as he nudged her cervix opening that immediately began spreading. “I’m going to knot you, baby. Give you the knot you deserve.” He leaned back, straightening himself before scooting them to the edge of the bed. He stepped off but kept Y/n remaining at the edge of the bed with her ass still in the same position, with that, he ram his knock repeatedly.

The bed squeaked along with the clapping of their skin on skin.

Atsumu’s fingers dug deeper into Y/n’s hips, pulling her back to meet his thrusts hard and fast, his cock stimulating quickly each time the tip of his cock would touch her cervix opening.

It wasn’t as common to knot on the first time but Atsumu is positive he will knot her. Her cervix has already propped open, encouraging and readily welcoming his knot.

And he will happily oblige.

He withdrew quickly, smirking at her whimper of emptiness. Flipping her onto her back, he smiled down at her and swiftly filled her with his cock once more. “I need to see your face the first time that I knot you.”

Her eyes enlarged, knowing knotting rarely occurred on the first try, at least for her during her rut cycle days.

“Your cervix has already opened for me,” he whispered hotly, fastening his hips. “Your body is ready for me, for my knot.”

Her eyes rolled back as he confirmed it, the tip of his cock pushed past her opening and locked in place. A loud moan escapes from Y/n’s lips as she tightens and curls against him.

His sack emptied its load of cum deep, filling her womb, breeding her.

Atsumu has been impatient, wanting to impregnate her soon, wanting to see her full and round. Wanting to meet their children who will take after Y/n.

He groaned in pain and pleasure. It was true to the rumors, knotting the person you love was different in all the best way possible. The intimate bond was indescribable.

His thumb massaged deep circles into her hip, trying to distract her from the pain of his knot. “You did so well, you’re taking my knot so well…” he murmured, pressing light kisses all over her face.

Atsumu is suddenly hit with a self-awareness of being selfish. He had never even discussed it with her about children yet, here, he had knotted her. It was a 99% chance of guaranteed pregnancy.

He dropped his head beside her and muttered an apology.

“Why are you sorry?” Y/n asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

He rolled them onto his back with her above him. He avoided her eyes, “I knotted you without asking if you would be okay with… being pregnant…” His eyes closed, unable to witness the expression she might give him.

“Atsumu, look at me.”

His eyes snapped open at the tone of her voice, one he had never heard her use on him. Panic surged through him as he searched her eyes. His eyes suddenly fell on her tits, noticing they looked slightly bigger than he remembered.

“My eyes, Atsumu, look at me.”

With flushed cheeks, he reverted his gaze to hers and swallowed. She shifted over his cock, his knot already begun to deflate.

“I had wanted to announce this much differently but… there’s no better time to announce it than now,” she giggled and reached for his hands and pressed them against her belly. “You see, I’m already pregnant.”

Atsumu’s world froze as he processed her last sentence. “Come – come again?”

Leaning down, she pressed her lips to his, “I’m already pregnant, Atsumu. We’re expecting.” Her eyes widened as she squealed, pressing her hands against his strong muscles. “Atsumu!” she shrieked. Atsumu’s cock that was still inside her had instantly become erect once again.

He groaned and pulled her down flushed against him. “My cock is just as excited…” That meant he would get to have all the raw sex, knowing his duty now is to supply her body with all his cum. Rocking his hips he slowly thrusts into her, ignoring how each time he withdrew, his cum would leak.

Y/n pushed against his chest until she settled on her elbows, trapping his head in between them. Her face hovers over his, “the doctor says my gender has officially changed, I’m an omega now. So, no more rut-cycles for me.”

“Good, you’re my omega now,” Atsumu thrust upward, his hand came around the back of her head and pressed her lips against his, “only mine.”

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