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Diamond of the Fated Pair: Miyuki Kazuya

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pairing: Miyuki Kazuya x Sawamura Eijun

summary: Miyuki has known for years that his fated pair is one Sawamura Eijun. He always has his heats under control and brings his suppressants everywhere. however that one trip with the team he just had to forget. His heat comes crashing in and Sawamura’s pheromones are everywhere.

tags/cw: omegaverse, alpha/omega dynamic, omega!miyuki, alpha!sawamura, masturbation, blowjob, hair pulling, whiny!miyuki, penetrative sex, anal penetration, not an established relationship, use of condom, very little prep due to the omega anatomy, fated pair, multiple orgasms, slight praise kink, exhibitionism (miyuki likes the idea of being overheard. is that what it’s called?) characters are aged up obvi. no editing because i’m a shitty fuck. Um… i’m not sure if there’s more. hmu if i missed anything so i can add it!

word count: 4,3k

a/n: Omega!miyuki is my baby idk. he deserved to be dicked down, so that he got by none other than our sweet alpha!Sawamura. Have fun <3 Also finished this today as a reward for my dearest adrienne for making it so far through a tough work week. proud of u :* (Still desperatly trying to make this show up in tags)

Being an omega wasn’t always easy. Miyuki Kazuya could definitely attest to that. But he managed. Of course he did, since most the time he didn’t pay it much mind. What was undoubtedly less easy, was learning that his fated pair was the obnoxious loud-ass pitcher from his high school baseball team. Out of all people, it had to be him. Of course. Even back then, Miyuki had realized that there was something about Sawamura that was different. Intriguing. Then he’d brushed it off as it being just infatuation with his talent and potential. However, as time moved on and Miyuki started getting his heat, something stood out very clearly to him. There was always just one person on his mind when it happened. Sawamura Eijun.

Miyuki had always been good at staying clear of people when his heat started. He’d taken his suppressants and everything was fine. Okay, so maybe his scent revealed a little bit to any alphas around, but as long as he had his suppressants, it didn’t affect the alphas and Miyuki himself only felt the symptoms of his heat as mildly as could be; those days going about just as smoothly as any other days.

But of course, it had to happen when the team was out of town. When they were all staying at a hotel with paper walls. And that one time, where he didn’t pack his suppressants. He was sure he’d packed them, so when he felt the heat coming on, he’d gone straight to his bag, rummaging around but found nothing. Getting increasingly frustrated, Miyuki shoved his hands into each pocket of his bags but each time showed the same result. Nothing. Nothing, nothing and absolutely nothing. How could he forget? Miyuki felt his hands grow clammy and his fingers starting to quiver.

Outside the cicadas were buzzing and the sun was traveling along, stretching towards the horizon, painting the world in golden hues. Some might even even call it a romantic scenery, but with the dull pain miyuki felt stabbing at his gut, and the heat steadily rising to a near boil, romance wasn’t exactly on his mind. from that point, things happened fast. he hadn’t even noticed how sawamura’s scent reached him from the room next to his, before it was all he could smell. the scent enveloped him completely and as the trembling spread to his entire hands, his mind also grew clouded. Miyuki staggered towards the smell, doubling over when the pain jabbed at his abdomen once more, sending waves of toe curling want towards his cock. Miyuki caught himself against the wall, breath coming out in heavy pants. the cicadas had faded entirely. The warmth was too loud. The scent too strong. The throbbing between his legs too insistent. He slumped down to his knees on the floor. Shit.

His heats were never that strong. yet here he was, panting and trembling like a needy bitch. bracing against the floor with one hand, his other desperately fought against the tremor of his hands, to shove his pants out of the way. A hiss of air whistled through Miyuki’s clenched teeth when his cock sprung free of the fabric. At this point, he wasn’t even thinking. Just moving on instinct, to release the stabbing pain of his heat. A soft moan fell from his lips, as he wrapped a hand around the base of his cock. Miyuki sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and sunk his teeth in to stifle any further sounds.

Letting his head fall forward, Miyuki rested his forehead against the wall, breathing strained. With jagged movements, he let his fist move up the shaft, twisting his wrist slightly when he reached the head, and then back down. Repeating the movement drowned out all else. The golden hues filtrering through the curtains and the sounds of life passing by outside. It all disappeared as nothing but the repeated movements of his own hand, the ache and the scent existed around him.

On a particular hard tug on his cock, Miyuki’s mouth slacked and another groan filled the air. Swiping his thumb over the slit made his hips buck instinctively. He picked up his pace, hand now pumping his shaft in a frantic search for release that had moan after moan after moan spilling from his lips.

The room was burning. Miyuki’s skin was burning. Sawamura’s scent seeped through the wall. In the intruding pheromones, something had changed, but despite noticing the change, miyuki couldn’t bring himself to pay it any further mind. Squeezing just a bit harder, Miyuki let the pheromones envelop him entirely. It was soothing, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough. He went faster. Harder. Mouth hanging open, a dribble of saliva dropping to the floor.

Miyuki leaned heavily against the wall as his hips involuntarily bucked into his fist. Slick seeped from his hole. His heats were never this strong. They were never this strong. But this time it was. And he was in here. And Sawamura was right in there. He was right there. Miyuki could touch him, if it wasn’t for that damned wall. Sawamura could touch Miyuki.

Each muscle convulsed and with eyes squeezed tightly, Miyuki painted the floor a filthy white. It wasn’t enough. It still wasn’t enough. Sawamura could touch him. Miyuki was panting hard, hand still around his cock. It wasn’t enough.

Miyuki would have no idea how long he’d been on his knees on the floor, when there was a knock on his hotel door. Miyuki jolted, finally pulled back to reality from the haze that his heat put on his senses and his mind. Scrambling to get off the floor, Miyuki felt his legs trembling. It was hot. Too hot. Another knock sounded.

“Miyuki?” He froze halfway to the door. Sawamura. of course it had to be Sawamura. “I know you’re there. Let me in. I…” His voice trailed off on the other side of the door. As in a trance, Miyuki wobbled the reminder of the way to the door, quickly creaking it open, eyes instantly settling on Sawamura.

“Eijun—“

“I can help,” Sawamura murmured, and before any of them knew any better, Miyuki had pulled him inside by the collar, slammed the door shut and pushed Sawamura back against it.

“Don’t fuck with me,” Miyuki hissed, leaning close. his hands were trembling, his legs feeling weak. “If you’re fucking with me—“

“Hey!” Sawamura quickly grabbed Miyuki’s hand and guided it to the hard bulge between his legs. “Does it feel like I’m fucking with you?” He was hard as a rock. Miyuki’s knees wobbled when a new wave of pain and want punched at his abdomen, and sank to the floor, glasses sliding slightly down his nose. Miyuki curled in on himself for a moment, but when Sawamura made to crouch down beside him, Miyuki quickly grabbed a hold of his alpha’s hips and pushed him back against the door.

Strong fingers moved from Sawamura’s hips. Looking up from his spot on the floor, Miyuki held Sawamura’s gaze interlocked with his own, cock jumping as he moved to undo Sawamura’s belt buckle.

“Miyuki, I—“

“Shh,” Miyuki shushed. Despite his trembling fingers, he made quick work of the buckle and grabbed at the button and zipper, when Sawamura’s hands covered his. Was he trembling as well? Miyuki couldn’t tell with the tremor of his own fingers.

“I was supposed to—“ Sawamura’s words cut off by a strained sound when Miyuki swatted his hands off of him and pulled the zipper down.

“And you will,” Miyuki assured, quickly ridding the fabric in his way to let Sawamura’s cock spring free. “Just let me do this first,” he added, sensing that Sawamura was about to interject.

“But i’m—“

“Shut up and let me suck your cock, would you?” Miyuki interrupted. This time he didn’t offer Sawamura the slightest chance to open his mouth before wrapping his fist around the base of his cock. It throbbed in his hand as he gave it a trying stroke, pulling a groan from Sawamura. With that signature smirk of his, tugging at the corner of his mouth, Miyuki wrapped his lips around the tip, tongue flicking over the sensitive slit, before sliding Sawamura’s cock into his tight warmth. The heavy weight of it, and the sounds eliciting from Sawamura’s throat had Miyuki’s own cock twitching in his pants.

Never having done this before, Miyuki should probably have been worried about doing it right, but he wasn’t. Instead, he took in as much of Sawamura’s cock as he possibly could. As if taken over by instinct, Miyuki pressed his tongue flat against the underside of the throbbing muscle in his mouth as he pulled back, setting pace. And maybe it was instinctual; his heat aching for Sawamura and the pheromones he set free into the room. The scent mixed with his own and if he hadn’t already known, he probably would have realized by then, that this was definitely his fated pair. And maybe that was what guided him into a frenzied pace that had Sawamura’s hips stuttering. Even with Miyuki holding onto his hip to steady him, Sawamura’s hips bucked when Miyuki’s free hand ghosted over the fabric covering his balls. His hips jerked, and the tip bumped against the back of Miyuki’s throat, muffling a high pitched moan.

Sawamura’s hands were in Miyuki’s hair. Clinging on for leverage as he fought a futile battle against his vanishing self-control. Miyuki whimpered at the tug at his hair. The scrape against his scalp, all but gushing when Sawamura began to come undone above him. There was a thud when Sawamura’s head fell back against the door, his mouth hanging open, and letting the heavy stained pants roll off of his tongue freely. Miyuki swallowed, constricting his lips around Sawamura’s warm shaft and moaned shamelessly around him. Sawamura shuttered. His hips twitching; cock doing the same. His hold on Miyuki’s hair tightened.

“Miyuki I—“ Sawamura pulled at his hair and Miyuki instantly knew. But he didn’t stop. His fingers digging harder into the skin of his hip, even pulling him in. Pulling him closer and sliding his clock even deeper. The filthy moan at the back of Miyuki’s throat made Sawamura tug harder at his hair. “I’m gonna— Please— I need to— f-fuck,” Sawamura babbled, dangling dangerously close to the edge. Miyuki only hummed in response, his own cock aching when Sawamura’s hips bucked again, sliding even deeper with the first droplets sputtering from the tip. He must’ve realized by now. Miyuki looked up at him. Sawamura’s teeth were clenched, eyes narrowed, face screwing up completely when another splurge erupted down Miyuki’s throat, hands now pulling him even closer. Close enough that his nose bumped against Sawamura’s pelvis, and he gagged around him with tears welling into his eyes.

Strings of curses and moans rained over Miyuki as Sawamura kept him in place. Rutting desperate into the heat of his mouth, until every last drop of his seed had spilled down Miyuki’s throat.

Sawamura’s hold finally slacking, and Miyuki pulled off, gulping down the air he’d been denied with Sawamura’s cock so deep. Tears in salty streaks down his cheeks and glasses fogged up by the heat emitting between them.

Sawamura slid down the door next to Miyuki. His breathing coming out in heavy pants as he grabbed Miyuki’s face in both hands and pulled him in, lips finally meeting his. The kiss was eager. Almost desperate, as Miyuki slid a hand into Sawamura’s hair, pulling him impossibly closer, the both of them instinctively tilting their heads to allow the bruising kiss to deepen even further. Sawamura’s lips moved against Miyuki’s in a testing fashion. Testing. Testing the waters. As if tasting and mapping out every inch and curve of Miyuki’s lips. Of his responses. Miyuki’s low whine when Sawamura pulled back for a second of air. His hand balling into a fist when Sawamura nibbed at his lower lip. The straight out moan, when Sawamura greedily took advantage of the way Miyuki’s lips parted; plunging his tongue inside.

Sawamura pulled Miyuki closer. Hands grabbing at his thighs, guiding him up, until his knees were placed on each side of Sawamura’s thighs. For hardly any more than a couple of moments, Miyuki hovered above Sawamura’s lap. His hands slipped from his thighs and to the mounds of his ass. Fingers squeezed hard through the fabric and Miyuki’s hips stuttered, grinding down against Sawamura’s already stiffened cock. A high pitched whine whistled in Miyuki’s throat when his alpha’s cock pressed against him, lips breaking apart. He needed– And he needed it now!

“Eijun, please–” Instinctively Miyuki’s hips moved. Grinding. Humping. “Need you to touch me,” he whined.

“I am touching you–” Sawamura breathed, looking up at him. Miyuki’s fist in Sawamura’s hair tightened, sharply pulling his head back. A shaky smirk pulled at his features, but didn’t settle as confidently as it usually did on the baseball field.

“Touch me properly,” he demanded. Or he tried. his voice shook and broke when Sawamura slipped his fingers down the back side of Miyuki’s pants, still undone from earlier.

“Quite eager, are we?” Sawamura asked, pushing the waistband of his pants and boxers further down, reaching for his hole. Miyuki looked into Sawamura’s eyes, pupil blown wide and clouded by lust.

“I told you, don’t fu—uck—“ Sawamura pushed a finger past the ring of muscles at Miyuki’s backside, effectively shutting him up. Miyuki’s grip in Sawamura’s hair loosened, his head fell back and his mouth fell open in an unhampered and unrestrained moan. His eyes screwed shut when the alpha slipped his finger deeper inside. There was no burn. No stinging when Sawamura pressed inside. It was slippery, and Miyuki’s heat had his body ready for anything Sawamura would give him. His scent was everywhere, and it had Miyuki’s skin burning and tingling.

“Fuck—“ Sawamura groaned, pulling his finger back, pumping it in and out of Miyuki’s warmth. “You’re so— wet—“ he choked out when Miyuki ground his hips down, wordlessly begging for more, with whimpers and whines filling the air between them in a sweet symphony with both of their released pheromones. Sawamura obliged, because of course he did, swiftly adding another finger alongside the first, stretching him with an even pace. And then another, efficiently working him open. Getting him ready. However should you ask Miyuki, he would’ve considered himself ready by the second finger.

“Eijun, c’mon—“ Miyuki whined impatiently and grabbed hold of Sawamura’s wrist, stilling his movements. “Hurry up.” Sawamura huffed a little laugh but retracted his fingers none the less and shifted on the floor to reach into the backpocket of his pants.

“Okay, okay. I got you.” Sawamura pulled out a little plastic wrapper, holding it between his fingers. In a matter of the seconds it took, Miyuki managed to maneuver out of his pants, quickly discarding them on the floor.

“Eijun—“

“I know,” Sawamura kept his gaze on the wrapper, using both hands to tear it open, fumbling when Miyuki pulled at his pants too. Sawamura lifted his hips to aid Miyuki’s endeavors, eyes still fixed on the little plastic package even when Miyuki situated himself above his lap once more.

“Sawamura!“ Miyuki snatched the wrapper from Sawamura’s hands, finally snapping his gaze up to his, when Miyuki placed the edge of the wrapper between his teeth and pulled, tearing the package open.

“Shit,” Sawamura whistled as Miyuki pinched the package, pushing out the condom and offered it to Sawamura with a fire burning in his eyes, despite wanting nothing more than to throw it across the room and just let himself sink down raw on Sawamura’s cock.

“Hurry up!” Miyuki hissed and with only half a mind lifted himself from his seat. Sawamura grabbed the condom, fingers trembling in match with Miyuki’s, and made quick work of rolling it down his throbbing cock. “Need you.”

The sun filtered in through the flimsy curtains, spreading a warm golden light. The dusty particles in the air whirling in a chaotic dance through the light, when Sawamura pulled Miyuki in by the hips, disturbing the air’s peaceful float in the warmth. Miyuki for one didn’t notice that at all, as he was hovering above Sawamura’s lap, with the alpha lining himself up against his entrance. Desperate for release, Miyuki didn’t follow Sawamura’s lead to slowly lower himself. Instead, when the head pressed past his ring of muscles, Miyuki let himself drop, earning a strained hiss from Sawamura in the progress, that almost drowned in his own strangled moan. With Sawamura sheathed fully inside, fingers fingers dug into the flesh of Miyuki’s hips, and through the thick clouds on his mind from his heat, Miyuki managed to rein himself in, tethered himself, before he shot his load then and there.

“F—fuck.”

“Eijun,” Miyuki mewled his name and rutted against him. Sawamura’s hold tightened. Miyuki’s hands were on Sawamura’s forearms, tightening just the same. “Eijun. Eijun. Eijun—“ His name fell from Miyuki’s lips like a prayer, each one in beautiful synch with the movements of his hips.

Sawamura’s hands moved. Warm fingers slipped under the hem of Miyuki’s shirt, tracing his delicate skin. The traces felt like they were burning. It was too hot. The sunlight fell of his back and made him burn even hotter. He needed to get rid of his shirt. The fabric ghosted over his skin, setting his every inch on fire. He needed it off. It was too much. Quickly, Miyuki tore his shirt over his head and gracelessly discarded it, letting it fall in a heap somewhere on the floor as his glasses clattered across the wooden surface along with it.

It was only a matter of moments before Miyuki had effectively removed Sawamura’s shirt as well. His hands raked across the toned muscles of his alpha’s chest, nails scraping against his skin. The sound that came from Sawamura’s throat had Miyuki keening, eyes dropping to his lips. He had to— to taste him. As if their lips hadn’t already been connected earlier, Miyuki felt the utterly overwhelming urge to taste him. To figure out, exactly what each curve would taste like on his tongue. What his sound would feel like, trapped between their lips and tangled in their tongues. And so, he went for it. Tipping his head down and instinctively tilting it slightly sideways, he captured Sawamura’s lips with his own.

It was dizzying and Miyuki’s head spun. Bouncing on Sawamura’s cock with their lips locked, Miyuki felt like he was going to fall apart right then and there. And maybe he was. He needed more. One hand pushed into Sawamura’s hair. The other wrapped firmly around his cock and a quiver shot through his entire frame, as he sucked Sawamura’s lower lip in between his own. When Miyuki’s teeth nibbed at his lip, Sawamura’s hands shot to Miyuki’s hips, halting his movements, mere split seconds before bucking his hips up to pound his cock inside of Miyuki’s hole. The harsh thrust forced a loud moan up his throat, as he threw his head back and let it out.

“Fuck—“ Sawamura clenched his teeth as he set a pace of brutally deep, vigorous thrusts, pounding into Miyuki’s tight, fluttering hole. “So. Loud.” Sawamura panted between thrusts. “They’ll— They’ll hear.” A particularly loud whine escaped the omega as he clenched down hard on Sawamura. His balls tightened. Close. He was close. In turn, the alpha changed pace. Hold tightening to keep Miyuki in place as the violent pounding slowed. Teasing. “Oh.” It was a simple sound, but it was enough for Miyuki to know that it meant absolutely no good.

“Eijun—“ The name tumbled from his mouth as if it was the only word he knew. It was a plea. A plea for more and for less and both and neither, all at once.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Sawamura asked, punctuating his words with a single hard thrust, before settling back into the excruciatingly slow pace. Miyuki mewled, nails dragging across Sawamura’s scalp.

“No–” Miyuki tried. But it was pathetic, really, and he knew it. The obvious lie wouldn’t fool anyone.

“You would, hm?” There was a playful flicker evident in Sawamura’s lust blown eyes. This could not end well. But at that moment, Miyuki hardly had the will to care, when it felt so good. “I can help with that.”

“Shit–” In what felt like a literal flash, Sawamura had pulled Miyuki off of him, shifted and pushed Miyuki forward, until he was on all fours, facing right up against the door. Blinking was all Miyuki managed to do before Sawamura once more sheathed himself between Miyuki’s soft walls. The filthiest of sounds vibrated through the air from Miyuki’s mouth as splurts of white shot from his cock, plattering across the floor.

“That’s– a good boy,” Sawamura panted, settling into an even pace as Miyuki’s hole clamped down on his cock, sucking him back in, whenever he’d pull back. Miyuki’s head spun. Everything was too hot. Too much. It was too wet. It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t– His hands balled into fists against the floor when Sawamura hit a spot deep inside of him that had his head clear of everything for a moment as stars danced in front of his eyes. A string of incoherent curses and Eijun’s babbled from Miyuki in time with each of Sawamura’s thrusts. Sawamura let a hand run up Miyuki’s spine. His thrusts turned greedier, harsher, until he was grinding, rutting his cock as deep into Miyuki as he possibly could. “That’s it.”

Against the hard bullying of Sawamura’s cock, Miyuki braced himself against the wall, leaning his forearm against it. Each pounce forced him further towards the door, until he leaned his cheek against it next to his arm, high pitched plees whined against the sturdy surface. With one hand, Sawamura reached around Miyuki’s body and wrapped his finger around the omega’s cock. His touch felt like fire as he pumped it firmly.

“Eijun–”

“Yes,” Sawamura hissed and leaned down over Miyuki’s back, tongue darting out to taste his skin, where his fingers had touched across his spine moments before. He moved up until his lips were right next to his ear, teeth grazing over the shell of it. “Let them– Let them know who– Who fucks you this good. Let them know who you belong to.” Sawamura’s words were broken by his own ragged breath. By the strained pants that sent his breath fanning across Miyuki’s skin, causing him to shiver in his hold as waves of pleasure crashed through him.

“Sawamura, please–” A plea so sweet that it prickled through Sawamura’s body and made his cock twitch. “Help me, please.” Miyuki turned his head as much as he could, while mushed against the door. His eyes were brimmed with unshed tears as his eyes settled on the blurry figure that was Sawamura. His alpha. His alpha. Once the words registered in his brain, they whirred around and despite him having known for years, this was his alpha. Sawamura’s hips stuttered, thrusts growing uncoordinated. Sloppier, as he repeatedly pounded into Miyuki’s hole.

“Yes,” Sawamura rasped. ”I’m here,” he added, utterly breathless before spilling his seed into the condom, buried deep inside of his fated pair. While fucking himself through his orgasm, Sawamura’s erection didn’t falter as he continued drilling into Miyuki who writhed underneath him for more. And more was exactly what he got.

Should you ask the two later, neither would actually know exactly how many times they went or how long. But eventually the clouds of the heat lifted from Miyuki’s mind, as did the rut seem to clear from Sawamura’s. At what point, the two of them found themselves on their sides on the bed, Sawamura’s cock still inside of Miyuki. Once their minds had gotten clearer, Sawamura had moved to pull out, but Miyuki had stopped him at that, urging him to stay inside of him a bit longer. And he obliged. However at one point, being Sawamura, the alpha seemed to be getting slightly giddery.

“What?” Miyuki asked.

“Did you know?”

“Did I know what?” Miyuki shifted, twisting to look back at Sawamura and, genuinely wondering what he was getting at, and at a time like this even, instead of just taking the time to rest and be in the moment. But of course, he wouldn’t be Sawamura if he didn’t choose exactly such a time.

“That we’re fated,” Sawamura clarified and propped up on his elbow to better look down at Miyuki.

“What do you mean ‘did I know’?” Miyuki’s brows furrowed, both in confusion but also trying to focus on Sawamura’s face without his glasses. They were probably still on the floor somewhere. “I’ve known since we went to Seido.”

“Oh–”

“Wait, you didn’t?” Miyuki almost groaned loudly. Of course his fated pair would be a dumbass who didn’t even realize before they fucked.

“I don’t know, I mean I figured–”

“you figured?” This time Miyuki did not manage to keep his groan to himself and with a hand to his forehead, he let it out. He let it out and then he chuckled to himself. Of course. Sawamura, whose lips were pressed into a thin line, couldn’t hold back his own little huff of laughter when he saw the way Miyuki’s features softened. “How?”

“I mean I smell you everywhere,” Sawamura started, however slightly hesitant, eyes flicking down to his lips and quickly moved back up to his eyes as he continued. “I could smell you even when no one else could. Oh and I heard you moan my name through the wall.”

“So you didn’t actually know when you came in here?”

“But aren’t you glad I did?” Sawamura deflected, averting his gaze.

“You’re an idiot,” Miyuki confirmed, somehow more to himself than to Sawamura. He shook his head with an overbearing smile, then reached out a hand to cup Sawamura’s cheek and pull him down, lips slotting perfectly against each other.

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