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The Hand That Feeds

Commission for the lovely @tink2kagome I hope you like it bby! <;33 Oikawa Tooru x female reader x Iwaizumi Hajime w.c 5.3k tw: a/b/o, non/extreme dub-con, smut, murder/minor character death, human trafficking, blood, yandere vibes

Measured footsteps echo across the concrete floor of the old, decommissioned factory. Iwaizumi Hajime, features set in a scowl, eyes the line of men forced to their knees before him.

Five in total; thin, filthy, their faces bruised and bloodied courtesy of the soldiers standing at their backs, the last alone dares to meet his eye. Iwaizumi figures him for the leader, the oldest of the bunch by at least a decade.

Walking forward, he comes to a stop before him and drops into a low crouch.

The acrid stench of Beta fear permeates the air, blocking out almost all else. Yet the man doesn’t break the stare, even as his hands begin to tremble.

“I’ll ask only once,” Iwaizumi says, his voice cold and clipped. Impatient. “Where’s the Omega?”

The man swallows. Licks his lips nervously. “Gone. We lost her during the transport, she escaped. Didn’t– she didn’t understand that we were trying to help her.”

Iwa sighs, the muscle in his jaw tightening.

He doesn’t have time for this. In a single, ruthless motion, he whips his gun from its holster by his thigh and pulls the trigger.

The Beta, a bullet between his eyes, slumps to the floor – dead before he hits the ground.

He turns his attention to the next in line, quaking now as Iwaizumi steps in front of him and firmly digs the barrel of his gun against his forehead. “That Omega’s at least six hours into heat. She isn’t running anywhere.”

And true to his word, Iwa doesn’t ask again.

“She’s long go–”

Another ringing shot. Another dead body – blood and brain matter splattered across the concrete floor and the unflinching soldier stood behind him.

He has his orders from above; capture and retrieval first and foremost, but they’ll want captives to interrogate and make an example of. This wasn’t a simple snatch and grab, the plan too sophisticated, too many working parts to be solely the efforts of these five. Other Omegas are at risk, and the Commission cannot allow that.

Iwaizumi has his orders, yes.

He also has his priorities.

The third does not sob when the muzzle of Iwa’s gun turns on him. Staring resolutely at the dusty floor, his shoulders rise and fall with a resigned sense of finality. “We’re dead men anyway.”

Under other circumstances, Iwa might be tempted to find the defiance in the face of death almost admirable. As it stands, though–

He lowers his pistol, fires it again. This time, the shot ripping through the Beta’s thigh rather than his head.

He screams, howling in agony as the bullet hits bone, and it’s purely due to the soldier seizing him by the shoulders that he’s kept upright at all.

“Stop! Please–”

The cry doesn’t come from the injured Beta. Iwa’s head snaps to see the last in the line stumbling to his feet, flinching when the soldiers instinctively turn, guns trained on the perceived threat. Only by the fingers he lifts do they stay their hands.

“They’re lying. I’ll… I’ll take you to her if you promise you won’t kill them,” he stutters, shaking off the hand that desperately tries to pull him back down. “No more killing, please.”

He’s short, no older than nineteen or so, his frame lithe in a way that borders on soft, and it takes a minute for Iwa to notice that the scent that surrounds him isn’t quite right.

Not a Beta, as he’d first assumed. An Omega on scent blockers. His eyes narrow, but he agrees with a short jerk of his chin, following with two of his men as the teen leads them down into the maze-like complex.

Groups like these operate under the assumption that they’re helping the Omegas they steal. That a life in fucking squallor, hungry and fighting for scraps, defenceless against any Alpha who might look their way is better than being trapped under the Commission’s thumb.

They think themselves white knights. Liberators.

That hypocrisy begins to fall apart the moment they stop in front of a locked, windowless room.

“I-I don’t have the key, I’m sorry,” the kid mutters, eyes flickering between Iwa and the soldiers, looking half terrified that they’ll lash out and hurt him over the revelation. “The others hid it when they knew you were closing in.”

Iwaizumi’s patience runs thin.

“Move,” he growls, barely pausing long enough for one of his men to tug the nervous Omega out of the way before using his full bodyweight to kick at the door. The metal groans loudly in response. Gritting his teeth, the vein in his temple jumping, Iwaizumi kicks out a second time.

This time, the lock splinters, the door ripping from its hinges under the force of the blow. The very moment the door gives way, he’s hit by the smell of an Omega in heat. Simmering and heady, sweet and so fucking tempting, it washes over him in a heavenly wave that’d drive lesser Alphas to their knees.

His pupils dilate, heart spiking as the mouthwatering aroma curls around his throat like a noose, overwhelming his senses. Behind his lips, his teeth itch to sink into supple flesh, to mark. Claim.

Even his soldiers stiffen, the sharp intake of air behind him evidence that they’re not as unaffected as they’re trained to be.

Still, nothing can prepare him for the sight that awaits him when he finally crosses the threshold.

The room is barren save for an old, worn out mattress, a few blankets and an IV hooked up to your shivering, half clothed form. And it’s rage that he feels, pulsing hotly through his veins as your eyes struggle to open, a pained noise leaving your lips.

“It’s only a mild sedative, we– we had to, her heat–”

But Iwa’s beyond listening. Beyond caring. They’ve taken you. Touched you. Drugged you.

Dropping to a knee beside you, olive eyes are quick to assess your condition.

There’s an Omega’s heat and then there’s this.

Your skin’s pallid, sweat slicked, yet it burns beneath his fingertips when they brush along your neck to check your thready pulse. Drifting between consciousness, you whimper like a kicked puppy in shallow, trembling breaths – the noise ripping at the fraying threads of his self control.

“Take the Omega,” he snaps, tugging out the IV in your arm with as much gentleness as he can manage. “Kill the others.”

You flinch, crying out incoherently when he scoops you up, cradling you to his chest. That lovely, Omega scent wrapping around him like a cocoon. It calms the roaring beast that lurks in his blood somewhat, and Iwa cannot resist dropping his nose to the crown of your head and inhaling deeply, relishing in it.

Home, he thinks, clutching you tighter against him.

—

They talk about you as if you don’t exist.

Your behaviour, any outbursts. How many days it is until your next heat, that’s all they truly care about. Not you, and certainly not your happiness.

Physically speaking, you’re the healthiest you’ve ever been. Years have passed since the days of starving, of having to hide yourself like a stowaway and steal what you could in order to survive.

Your hands are no longer calloused and rough, nor your fingernails brittle. Your hair shines and bounces with movement. Even your skin carries a healthy glow.

Not for your own sake, of course. Nobody wants a sickly, underfed Omega.

Even with the scars of silvery bite marks on your neck, you still carry some use. Sure, the Commission can’t sell you off to the highest bidder to be mated, they won’t breed you, but the rights to an Omega – even for a few hours – is still a prize worth fighting for, and the Commission knows how to leverage that all too well.

The soldiers, the higher ups, anyone whose pockets run as deep as their generosity can earn the privilege of fucking an Omega in heat. Out of it, too.

There’s a new Doctor today, a tall, wiry man with glasses and dispassionate, hazel eyes. Bare as the day you were born, you stand stiff as a rod whilst he appraises you, making notes on his clipboard, occasionally telling you to turn this way or that.

In the years that you’ve been here, you’ve lost count of how many people have seen you naked, yet under his piercing, analytical gaze, your skin crawls. It’s an effort not to shrink away when he touches you, not to cover yourself with your arms to preserve what little dignity you have left.

When he notices the smattering of bruises along your throat, the corners of the Doctor’s lips twitch downwards, and he shoots your handler a raised eyebrow.

She shrugs, the back of her knuckle trailing slowly down your cheek, “The Captain was a touch overeager. He has been duly reprimanded.”

He hums, a short, dissatisfied noise, but makes no other comment. Bruises will heal, after all.

You’re not one of the prized ones anyway.

—

He’s been watching you for weeks now.

No doubt you think yourself quite the adept little thief, stealing away after the lights of the factory shut off and the last whistle blows. But you’re not as stealthy as you think, and Oikawa would know the scent of an Omega anywhere.

Knows yours now by heart, etched into his very being.

It becomes somewhat of a game between you two. Whatever he can spare, he’ll leave as a gift, lying in wait for you to crawl out from your secret hidey-hole and steal it away. Mostly it’s rations, sometimes some clothes or a spare blanket. Once, after he’d noticed you creeping around in bare feet mid-winter, a pair of socks.

(Threadbare and scratchy, but better than nothing, no?)

Not every night, even you’d get suspicious then, but enough that you keep cautiously coming back.

And if Alphas are hunters by nature, Omegas are most certainly prey. Watching you stay low, every footfall so carefully placed as you glance furtively around for your mysterious benefactor – or anyone else who might stumble across you – serves as an endless source of entertainment for the man.

You really are too cute when you think you’re being sneaky.

“She’s going to get caught,” Iwaizumi mutters beside him one night, having followed him up to the rafters.

The implication of his statement isn’t lost on the brunet. Omegas are rare enough as it is, Omegas running free from the Commission are practically unheard of. Did you slip from their grasp, he wonders, or run off before they ever had a chance to test you in the first place? How long have you been out here, fending for yourself?

“You know what she is,” he continues when Oikawa remains silent. “You keep encouraging her to come back like this and you know what’ll happen.”

Of course, Iwa might just be pissed because this time it was half of his rations he’d left for their lovely little Omega friend.

Oikawa glances towards him, mouth curling into a knowing smirk, “Would you rather we gave her nothing? You know what she is, Iwa,” he says, parroting his words back at him. “Are we supposed to turn our backs on a poor, defenceless, unmated Omega? Let her starve?”

The glower he receives is answer enough.

Satisfied, Oikawa returns to his vigil, following you with rapt attention as you spy the hidden food, your face brightening in a moment of sheer, unguarded relief. The rations are hardly more than bread, dried out protein and vegetables – a half portion at that – but you look at it as if it’s heaven on earth, taking a quick nibble of the bread before stuffing the remainder into the pockets of your coat. Oikawa’s coat once upon a time, before he’d left it for you to find.

Pride thrums through his veins, that baser part of himself preening at the sight. An Alpha’s job is to provide for his Omega, is it not?

“You can’t keep doing this,” Iwa grunts out eventually. “She’s going to get caught one way or the other, either by security, the floor managers, or some other Alpha sniffing after her.”

And there’s enough of an edge in his tone that Oikawa shoots him a curious look, only to find that his attention’s back to being wholly fixed upon you, darting for the exit now that your boon is safely stashed away.

“Oh?” he quirks an eyebrow, wicked delight tugging at his lips. “And what are you suggesting then?”

You might be light on your feet, nimble and quick, but you’re no match for two Alphas in their prime.

The deal they propose is simple enough; they’ll give you food, a warm place to sleep, supplies, and in return you won’t run. They won’t hurt you, won’t so much as touch you – at least, not in the way that you’re afraid of – but there’ll be no more night time raids. No more running around on your own.

They’ll keep you hidden from other Alphas and the Commission. Safe, so long as you stay put and do what they tell you.

And it’s so abundantly clear from the set of your jaw, the wariness in your eyes as they dart between the pair that you don’t trust either one of them.

Lucky for them, whether you trust them or not is irrelevant. You’re in no position to bite the hand that feeds.

—

The plan had always been to wait for your first heat.

Slowly work to build your trust, to show you that you’d find no better Alphas to take care of you. By the time it swung around, you’d either offer yourself to them willingly, or they’d wait until your heat truly took ahold of you, and you begged for their knots.

Iwaizumi could kid himself and say that it was for practicality’s sake. The other workers might not have noticed your scent before, the faint traces that lingered in the room after your nightly break-ins, but having an Omega in such close quarters is a different story.

Their clothes carry notes of warm honey and spice, it seeps from behind the locked door of their room. The others have noticed, their curiosity kept at bay only due to the two Alphas who guard you zealously.

Violently, in one case.

When your heat sets in, though, and that inviting scent of yours blossoms and spreads throughout the complex, he and Oikawa won’t have a choice but to fight off any who come seeking you out. And they will come, hungry and driven rabid with want. Desperate to sink their cocks into a warm, needy Omega.

And while the higher ups usually pay little attention to what they do beyond the hours they slave away on the factory floor, a brawl like that certainly wouldn’t go unnoticed. A claiming bite would keep anyone from separating you, even if you were discovered.

Mating you, claiming you before any of that happens is simply pragmatic, but it’d be a lie to say that was the sole reason behind their decision, or even the driving one.

It sings through his blood, the call of like to like.

There’s a reason Oikawa crawls into the bunk behind you after you’ve fallen asleep to hold you against him, why Iwaizumi himself cannot truly breathe easy until he has you in his sights, safe and sound and tucked away from anyone who’d try to take you from them.

You’re their Omega.

They planned to wait, to ease you into the bond as gently as they could, but the day the Commission comes looking for you that choice is taken out of their hands.

“She’s asleep,” Oikawa says, already taking his place on the bed beside you, carefully shifting you into his lap – gazing at you with such blatant adoration that Iwaizumi feels his chest tighten in response. “We’ll do it now. She’ll understand.”

You don’t, and the Commission rips you from them regardless.

—

“If I may, sir?” the woman, whose name Oikawa’s already forgotten, interrupts his perusal of the contract.

From the crisp, knee length pencil skirt and matching jacket to the slicked back ponytail, there’s not so much as a hair out of place in her appearance. Pretty and bland, a carbon fucking copy of the women the Commission has employed at their various Omega compounds. Not Alpha enough to command any real respect, and lacking in the natural allure of an Omega, she’s merely a shadow of what the Commission can truly offer.

Oikawa smiles, a genial thing, and sets down his fountain tip pen, gesturing for her to continue. “Of course,” he replies, “speak your mind.”

The woman nods. Swallows, as she carefully mulls over how best to phrase her concern. “I don’t mean to overstep, or to question your… choice in the matter. It’s just that, well, you understand that the Omega you’ve selected has already been mated? She won’t be able to take another’s bite.”

He understands her concern. Truly, he does.

At his rank, with the importance his name now carries, Oikawa could have his pick, he needn’t be limited to choosing an Omega already bound to another. He could have his own; a fresh faced, untouched jewel, his for the taking.

His smile sharpens. “I’m aware.”

The woman blinks, clearly taken aback by his answer. Quick to remember herself, though, she snaps her mouth shut and offers another gracious nod. “Of course, sir. My apologies. If you’re satisfied then with the contract, we can have her ready and delivered first thing tomorrow.”

He’s waited years for this. Rose from less than nothing to claw his way up the ranks of the Commission by any means necessary, all for the sake of hunting down his lost– stolen Omega.

He can wait ‘til morning.

—

Consciousness drifts just out of reach.

There are voices speaking, but it’s like you’re underwater, the words garbled and thick, lost to the ocean that keep you. A pleasant warmth flutters over your skin, dancing along your arms, your cheek, the curve of your throat. As nice as it is, it pales in comparison to the kindling in your blood, the warm, pulsing ache that settles into your core and grows and grows with each passing moment.

Is it seconds, or hours?

Thinking hurts, easier just to sleep. Rest, in that lovely, soothing warmth.

…

……… No.

No, it’s hotter now. Uncomfortable. You squirm, a low, breathy whine slipping from parted lips, and there’s that sensation again, that feather-light caress at your jaw.

“You coming back to us, baby?” The voice is deep and rough. You recognize it, though you can’t pull the threads together to remember from where. It stokes the flames inside of you, the fire licking hotter, searing–

Or maybe that’s the scent that accompanies it, deep and rich, like home. Smells so good, you wanna chase after it, bury yourself in it and let it lull you back to sleep.

The ache between your legs worsens, harder now to ignore. You can sleep when it stops hurting.

Another whimper, and a soft, pretty laugh sounds on your other side. “Poor thing. It hurts, doesn’t it?” A new voice, this time, sparking that same vague, frustrating sense of familiarity.

Your eyelids are too heavy to lift, but you manage a shallow nod.

The voice coos, “Let us take care of you. You want that, don’t you, Omega?”

“Oikawa–” the first cuts in, and your body jostles, the surface you’re lying on – a bed, maybe? Soft and silky, you might actually enjoy the feel of it if every cell in your body wasn’t screaming at you with a desperate, aching want – displaced under a new weight.

“You need your mates to make you feel better.” It doesn’t sound like a question, yet you find yourself nodding anyway, biting down on your lip to stifle another pained cry. “Good girl, now open your eyes for me.”

Good girl. The praise makes you shiver. It’s an effort, forcing your lids to comply, but eventually you manage. Your vision swims, fuzzy and out of focus, and it takes a few blinks for clarity to settle in.

Gazing down at you from above, you’re met with a familiar, toothy grin.

Oikawa Tooru.

And despite the aching, gnawing need inside of you, the fire that burns, seething through your blood, urging you to submit and beg for the Alpha – your mate – to ease your suffering, you still have enough lucidity to recognize the panic that lances at your heart.

“No,” the word slips from your tongue. Your limbs aren’t strong enough to cooperate when you try to scramble away from him, not that there’s any space between you and the headboard to allow for that.

“… When?” your voice is hoarse. Hollow. It’s not that you weren’t aware that the Commission was in the business of selling off prime Omegas to the highest bidder, merely that you never thought it was something that might happen to you.

You were used goods. Useful enough as stress relief, a warm hole to fuck after a long, tiring day, but any Alpha worth their salt wants an Omega they can claim and conquer for their own. The ugly, twin scars on either side of your neck make that an impossibility.

“Tomorrow,” the Doctor replies bluntly. “Once I clear you medically, you’ll return to your room for the night, and in the morning they’ll transfer you.”

Sitting on the edge of the sheet lined examination table, staring at nothing in particular your mind slowly processes the information. “Why are you telling me this?”

He’s not usually so forthright, but perhaps that has something to do with the mysterious absence of your handler tonight.

He doesn’t hold you in suspense, shrugging easily. “Because I’m offering you a choice. A way out, if you want it.”

“Oh.” A heavy silence settles between you. Then, swallowing, you ask, “Do… do you know who–”

Why that’s the first question you have, why it even matters when your freedom’s just been dangled in front of you like a carrot, you can’t say. Only that it does.

And if the Doctor finds it strange, he gives no outward indication. “My understanding is that you’re to be gifted to a young General in the First Army. Iwaizumi Hajime, I believe.”

“No?” he parrots back, settling back on the thighs that straddle you to shrug off his shirt, revealing the taut, golden planes of his chest. He’s so much bigger now than he used to be, muscles where there used to be only skin and bones.

Years playing the Commission’s lap dog have treated him well, you think bitterly.

“No, it doesn’t hurt, or no, you don’t want your mates to help you?”

He trails a possessive hand from your throat down the valley of your breasts, coming to a stop just above your navel. And try as you might to hold it back, a keening whine escapes you, the skin beneath his touch igniting like liquid fire.

At the apex of your thighs, thick, viscous slick begins to pool.

More, the Omega within you begs, more.

“Are you sure?” Oikawa croons, nostrils flaring as your shameful little secret makes itself known.

“Enough.”

Your attention darts to your left, where you find your other captor – mate, your subconscious supplies, your gut clenching at the thought – closing in, impatience written across his features.

Impatience edged with hunger, as olive eyes roam greedily over the bare flesh on display before him. “Enough teasing. I’m the one who brought her home.”

He says it like it’s supposed to mean something. And perhaps it does, because Oikawa sighs, bending down to nip at your mating gland, chuckling lightly when you shiver and whine beneath him. Nevertheless, he lifts himself off of you, settling on the other side of the bed with a half hearted mutter of “Killjoy,” to make room for the stockier Alpha to take his place.

And your heart stutters in your chest when Iwaizumi licks his lips and takes a knee upon the bed. Already, you can see the tenting in his pants, evidence of his own rising need as he coaxes your chin up, forces you to meet that simmering, predatory stare.

“I killed for you today, little Omega,” he says, neither a condemnation nor a brag. Merely a statement of fact.

He’d done so before, back in the days before their teeth had bloodied your neck and shackled you to them. He’d looked at you much the same, that day. Eyes too dark, frightening in their intensity.

You should’ve run back then.

You should’ve run the day Oikawa’s hand caught at your wrist, and you learned that nothing – not even the food you stole to abate the gnawing, endless hunger – ever came for free.

And yet you’re near crippled by the pang of shameless need that surges when large hands take you by the waist, rolling you over and shifting you onto all fours.

Alpha, Alpha, Alpha, your body sings as he grips your hips, the fabric of his pants the sole barrier between his quickly hardening cock and your wet, needy cunt.

His palms stroke at heated skin. “You’re gonna be good for us, Omega.”

You shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut to stem the tears that well up and blur your vision. “N-no,” you gasp, biting down on the shuddering whine that follows a moment later when Iwa ruts his hips against your pussy, completely unbothered about the traitorous slick that leaves a wet patch on the front of his uniform.

Not enough, you need more. Need to be filled, need to be fucked–

You’d crawl if you could, if your trembling arms would support you, if it weren’t for Oikawa, whose hands cup flushed, feverish cheeks, arcing your throat up.

The soft clinking of Iwaizumi unbuckling his belt sounds behind you.

Oikawa’s thumb drags along your bottom lip, dipping into the wet heat of your mouth and holding you there. “Such a needy little thing.”

Iwa’s cock, thick and heavy, drags along your slicked entrance and your hips buck, chasing the friction. It’s all the warning you get.

Oikawa grins over your shoulder, the grip Iwa has on your hips tightens and in one snarling thrust, Iwaizumi slams his cock home.

The pain is heaven, the stretch a bliss that wracks your body in waves, the lewd, breathy moan that leaves you near pornographic as your pussy tightens, squeezing deliciously around the sudden intrusion.

And Iwaizumi swears behind you. Curses absolute filth, blunt nails digging crescent shaped marks into your soft skin as he holds you there, grinds his cock deeper, lets you feel it throb and twitch insistently inside of you.

A perfect fit.

You shudder, every last thought eddying from your mind.

There’s nothing but you and the Alpha, your mate, and the drag of his dick along your sensitive inner walls as his hips draw back to plunge his fat, heavy cock into your sopping heat. Even Oikawa, fingers still in your mouth, watching with pupils blown wide and a flush creeping along his chest, fades into the background in the wake of quaking, wanton relief.

At least until those fingers are replaced with the flushed, glistening tip of his own erection, smearing pre along your lips like a gloss until they part with a whining moan and he can force the head of it into your mouth.

Your tongue curls around it, lapping obediently at the salty skin.

“Fuck,” he hisses, biting down on his bottom lip. “Such a good little Omega.”

Distantly, there’s a twisting in your stomach, a warning bell chiming in some vacated back corner of your mind, but it may as well be a whisper, lost to the cacophony of heady pleasure that pulls at the very seams of your soul.

You rock your hips backwards, desperate to meet the fervid thrusts as you do your best to suck and gag on the cock now steadily filling your mouth. Slick gushes from your cunt, coating Iwa’s dick, dripping from his balls to make a mess on the sheets below – adding to the lewd symphony of grunts and skin papping against skin.

You’re beyond shame, beyond sense. Nothing else matters but your mates and the delicious stretch of being split in two.

And you’ve been fucked by Alphas before, used in and out of heats for glorified stress relief, but nothing like this. Your whole body hums, electrified and oversensitive.

More, more, more, you wordlessly beg.

Your mates are nothing if not obliging.

Stuffed to the brim – Iwa behind you, mindlessly pumping into your guts with an animal pace, and Oikawa, one hand fisting at your hair, using your mouth like his own little fucktoy to a chorus of choked, garbled moans and whimpers – the scent of your own arousal thickens in the air.

Pleasure burns and coils inside of you, every snap of their hips driving you closer to a brink you can’t comprehend. The world could burst into flames around you and you’d go down singing sweetly for them.

His grip holding you tight, Oikawa bullies his cock deeper, bucking now into your spasming throat while he coos and snarls in fervent delight. And as your eyes, glistening with unshed tears, glassy and glazed, stare imploringly up at him, Iwa hits that small bundle of nerves deep inside your pussy and you scream around his length.

Your pussy tightens, convulsing as pleasure explodes inside of you like a thousand fireworks going off at once. The bond between you pulls taut, and you feel them–

That rabid mania, the hot, ravenous pleasure that courses through their veins, urging them to take, take, take–

Your eyes roll back into your head, eyelashes fluttering, and you try to submit yourself entirely to ecstasy.

It should be perfect, it should be enough, but the fire within you’s only been stoked, not extinguished and the unshed tears now fall in glistening streams as you sob in desperate want.

“Please,” you beg when Oikawa pulls back to allow you to breathe, “I need–”

You can’t force the words out. You don’t have to.

“He’s right,” Iwa growls, reaching around to rub rough circles at your throbbing clit, “You are a needy fuckin’ thing.”

He’s jackrabbiting into you now, driving his cock balls deep with each sloppy, frenzied thrust. Your mouth now free, Oikawa having momentarily decided to take a back seat and watch, there’s nothing to smother the whorish moans that fill the room as his knot swells, fucked as deep inside of you as it’ll go.

At the mercy of his brutal pace, his fingers still coaxing at your clit, you’re helpless to do anything but collapse against the sheets and hold on for dear life, your cunt fluttering around him.

But it’s the soft, whimpering cry of his name that finally pushes him over the edge.

Stilling with a snarl, white hot ribbons of cum spurt from Iwa’s cock, coating your insides. Pulsing, as the waves of his end wash over you both.

Eventually his knot’ll swell down, enough for you two to separate, and that familiar, gnawing ache will set in once more, begging to be satisfied.

You have another mate yet to cum, days of your heat remaining, but for now you let your mate pull you into sweaty, strong arms, let him nose at the mark he left on your neck and tell you what a good job you did, taking your Alpha’s knot.

For now, that’s enough.

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・ Heart-Shaped Castella | RomCom Collab ♡ ☁️

➤Haikyuu boys reacting to you texting them *~spicy photos~* and then falling asleep…

・ Iwaizumi Hajime ♡

➤ Haikyuu boys reacting to your hand on their thigh… ♡

・ Semi Eita

・ Kenma Kozume

・ Ushijima Wakatoshi

・ Tsukishima Kei

・ Akaashi Keiji

➤ Haikyuu boys reacting to you calling them ‘Daddy’… ♡

・ Bokuto Kotaro

・ Ushijima Wakatoshi

・ Daichi Sawamura

・ Akaashi Keiji

・ Iwaizumi Hajime

・ Tendou Satori

・ Tsukishima Kei

➤ Bokuto Kōtarō

・ Sugar Coat ♡ 🐾

・ Bokuto x Puppygirl PWP ♡ 🐕

・ Bokuto X Fem!reader PWP ♡

➤Coming soon!

MISC.

Call of Duty Thirsts / Drabbles / etc. ♡

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mackjlee9 · 2 years

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Haikyuu!!

Fluff/Angst

Akaashi Keiji x Flirty!Male!Reader

Omega!Sugawara Koushi x Alpha!Male!Reader

Sawamura Daichi x Male!Reader

Streamer!Kenma Kozume x Streamer!Male!Reader

Azumane Asahi x Scary!Male!Reader

Goshiki Tsutomu x Male!Reader

Bokuto Koutaro x Male!Reader

Suna Rintaro x Male!Reader

Smut/Lime

Oikawa Tooru x Top!Male!Reader

Kita Shinsuke x Top!Male!Reader

Tendo Satori x Top!Male!Reader

Tsukishima Kei x Top!Male!Reader

Nishinoya Yuu x Top!Male!Reader

Timeskip!Haiba Lev x Top!Male!Reader

Kageyama Tobio x Top!Male!Reader

Kuroo Tetsuro x Top!Male!Reader

Bokuto Koutaro x Top!Male!Reader

Iwaizumi Hajime x Top!Male!Reader

Omega!Sakusa Kiyoomi x Alpha!Male!Reader

Miya Twins x Top!Male!Reader

Suna Rintaro x Top!Male!Reader

Azumane Asahi x Top!Male!Reader

#.mackjlee9 writes #haikyuu

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sugamamacustard · 3 years

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Let me help you

Pairing: Alpha! Toru Oikawa x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Hajime Iwaizumi x Omega! Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, Hurt/comfort.

Request: Because I like a bit of hurt/comfort, and I love the idea of an omega depression, I'm curious on how alpha third years on Aoba Johsai (so like Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Mattsun) would do in response to their omega being in an omega depression.

Summary: Because of unseen circumstances, you drop, and you drop hard. How does your alpha help you/redeem himself?

Author’s Note: Oikawa’s got really long, so I didn’t include Mattsun or Makki. If you wanna request a part 2 I’ll get on it right away!

Requests: Open!

Toru Oikawa

➵ Truth be told, it was kind of his fault.

➵Right after you both bonded, he immediately seemed to drop any redeeming qualities he had while courting you.

➵He skipped out on dates, stayed later and later at practice, gave the mile to his fangirls.

➵And while you could get over that, the worse thing you realized was when you went to cheer him on at one of his games.

➵His bond mark was covered with a scent gland bandage and when Iwaizumi noticed it (He knew of your bonding), he sent a worried glance your way.

➵He could practically see the heartbreak from his place on the court.

➵What was worse was that you didn’t make a scene.

➵You stood, turned and left. That was it.

➵ Oikawa was busy doing his pre-game whatever to notice, making the situation even worse.

➵Iwaizumi wanted to follow you but the whistle of the ref called him back.

➵ You didn’t want Iwaizumi to follow you anyway.

➵You felt numb. So, so numb.

➵Like anything you previously felt-- any longing, or wishing for your alpha-- reduced to a numb buzz that kept your body moving.

➵You felt like you were on Autopilot.

➵Toru made it fairly obvious that he wanted your bond mark on display, so why weren’t the same standards held to him? It wasn’t against the rules of volleyball-- several alphas had theirs out on proud display with their omega cheering in the stands.

➵Was it you?

➵God, you felt so empty. Like your will to live was dripping away.

➵You felt your omega lay down, whining as they tried to figure out what was wrong. Where did you go wrong?

➵You barely felt the soft fleece of your blankets as you settled into your nest for who knows how long.

___

Toru was lost. You were in the stands during warm-up last game, but was gone by half-time. Okay, fine. Maybe you had to pee. But then you didn’t show up at all after that. While at the time it took a back burner-- because we all know how Oikawa plays-- it was now front and center. His alpha was on edge and snapped on him twice already, sending sharp throbs of pain to his temples. It had been three days since Toru had seen you, his mate, so Toru could tell that was a big reason for his frustration. But Toru didn’t know why you had been gone for three days.

If you were sick, why didn’t you text him? Were you injured? Toru didn’t know. His neck burnt with anticipation at the thought of you in any peril.

Where were you?

Shoving his way past a few fangirls, Toru made his way into the gym, racking his brain for any sort of hint. Vacation maybe and you just forgot to tell him?

“Iwa-chan! I need your-” Toru paused, huffing when Iwaizumi roughly shoved past him. His alpha was on guard immediately, making Toru growl loudly. “What’s you issue, Iwa? Blue-balled or something?”

The laugh that left Iwaizumi made even him, the head alpha, shiver. “My issue? What’s yours?! You absolutely destroyed your relationship last game and ask me for help?! What the hell is wrong with you, Oikawa?!”

Oikawa swallowed. There was no nickname. No sense of friendship in his words. They were straight malice, laced with acidic venom meant to hurt him.

When Oikawa didn’t immediately answer, Iwaizumi continued. “You make them wear their bond mark for all the world to see, but cover yours up? What in the actual fuck is wrong with you?! How in the hell you got someone like them to glance your way for more than a second is beyond me, let alone bond you; but when you do, you fucking destroy them. You’re a failure of an alpha, Toru Oikawa.”

Truth be told, Oikawa thought that him covering up his bond mark would save you from trouble. The less people who knew about him being mated the less people to harass you. But he was your alpha. He was supposed to make sure that didn’t happen anyway. Fuck, Iwa was right. He was a failure. This became evident as more and more things came hurdling back at him. He didn’t even grab his duffel before he was, quite literally, sprinting out of the gym. He didn’t care who he pushed over. He didn’t care who he snapped at. He didn’t care. He only care about one person and one person alone.

___

You whined as hunger continued gnawing at your gut. You wanted to eat, really, but you just didn’t have the energy. You didn’t have the will.

You still felt so numb and didn’t know where to go from here. At this point, it was clear you were in the midst of an Omega Depression, and to be fair-- that scared you. You wanted to spend the evening in your nest, restart and reboot, before talking to your alpha about it the next day. You truly didn’t mean to drop.

But here you were. The aspect of ...starvation scared you. The aspect of no closure for yourself scared you. Death scared you. But you couldn’t fight yourself to fix it. Couldn’t bring yourself to even lift your head or stay awake for more than an hour.

The door to your room slammed open, but you didn’t look up. It was probably your guardian coming in to try and get you to eat again. But you wouldn’t.

Your heart dropped when the smell of burnt plastic invaded your sense.

“No- no, no, no, no no- Please god no-” Oikawa felt his heart shatter at the sight of you. You looked like you had both feet dangling in the grave, hanging on by a loose root you grabbed onto in a last ditch effort.

He continued repeating no while running his hands through his hair, already crying before he even set foot in your room. When he did dare step closer, that was all it took before he was running to you, pulling you in close despite your whines of protest. His grip on you was bruising, but he couldn’t risk letting you slip. Not again.

“Please- please don’t leave me.” He sobbed into your shoulder, your own eyes stinging (Dehydration keeping tears from falling). “I- I can fix this- I can fix us. Fuck- Please Y/N. Please omega, let me help you. Let me make this right!”

Though you didn’t say anything, the grip on his jacket told him all he needed to know. And though it would be a long road to recovery, you and him would conquer it.

➵ Completely contrary to Oikawa, your drop wasn’t anyone’s fault.

➵Maybe the school systems, if there was blame to be put.

➵So much had gone on in such a short period.

➵You and your alpha, along with his team, had been bombarded with practice and paperwork in preparation for the upcoming tournament.

➵But just because volleyball picked, doesn’t mean school drops off.

➵ You had essay after essay due, Unit exams which would soon fall into Final exams.

➵You and Hajime had barely even seen each other all week.

➵You both still sent each other good morning and good night texts, and if you see each other in the hallway you’ll give each other a quick peck.

➵Honestly, it was obvious everyone was on edge.

➵Teachers didn’t care though, they just kept piling on more, and more, and more work.

➵ And volleyball just kept getting closer and closer.

➵You stumbled into the gym with a chirp, trying to sort through the multitude of papers in your arms.

➵Your back was aching and your arms were strained, but you couldn’t drop them. That would be a disaster.

➵ The coach sent you a raised brow, offering a hand to help. You waved him off, sitting on the bench with a grunt.

➵Everyone was already sweaty and panting, practice in full swing.

➵God, everyone looked so tired already.

➵You could feel the waves of exhaustion.

➵ As they were just in deep in your bones as they were in theirs.

___

“Did you finish filling out the registry forms?”

You looked up to the coach, nodding slowly before riffling through your papers and pulling out the ones you were looking for. You handed them to the beta, quickly going back to your notes once more.

You noted the stumbled steps and slowed reflexes, but simply made it a point to emphasize rest with the boys. Maybe a day with no practice would do them more good then practice.

Hajime was doing well, as usual, somehow keeping his head and energy high. You know he hasn’t gotten much rest either, and you felt for your alpha. Honestly, you just wanted one day with just you and your alpha, where you both could sleep the day away and come back good as new.

That just sounded glorious.

“You wouldn’t mind filling out the ref sheets either, would you?” The beta smirked, already handing you the sheets. He knew you had a tough time saying no to people older and/or bigger than you; and had you doing several things that most mangers would never touch.

It was tiring.

You reluctantly took the sheets, already starting on them. The notes you were working on were yanking from under you, the coach reading over them.

He scoffed at your note of possibly skipping a practice. “Are you serious?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Take a break?! These boys are on the brink of a skillful breakthrough, and you want to stop them?!”

You closed in on yourself at the yells, trying to focus on the ref sheets. He continued yelling and berating you for the notes you made. You could feel the teams stares on you, but you also knew they wanted you to learn to stand up for yourself. They had been giving you a few minutes to try and collect yourself and if nothing happened they would step in.

It only took seconds for you to finally break down, sobbing into your hands as the coach’s yelling reached a breaking point. The team took very time to act then and there.

Oikawa and Kyoutani were snapping and growling, pushing him back and away from you while Hajime slid onto his knees in front of you, pulling you to his chest and kissing your bond mark. He rocked you side to side, purring and letting you cry.

You sobbed and sobbed while the coach tried backtracking, but it was too late. The pack was on defense. One of them was in danger and they were going to make sure they all were safe.

___

You don’t remember falling asleep, but when you wake up, your in Hajime’s arms, which are wrapped tight around your waist.

Oikawa was on the other side of you, head on Hajime’s thigh, Makki and Mattsun were cuddling together a little to the left of you. Kyoutani was closest to you (He had a soft spot for you, almost like you were another older sister to him). You ran a hand through his hair for a moment before taking a deep breath in and out. The rest of the team was scattered in the puppy pile around you, and the gym was dark.

In fact, everything was dark. There were chairs propped up by the door, just in case you supposed, and there were jackets littered everywhere. Your heart fluttered at the thought.

Hajime’s arms subconsciously tightened around you, luring you back into sleep.

You, your alpha, and your pack.

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whoreshijima · 3 years

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ALPHA IWAIZUMI I BEG OF YOU

I gotchu bby I gotchu

Alpha Iwaizumi is strong, dependable and most of all, trusting. Some alphas don’t trust their omegas, their scent is too sweet and too enticing, and the scent of an alpha can sometimes be too much to say no to. But he trusts you, his little omega. Nobody is better than him.

And he knows this, watching you from across the store as you try on some pretty dresses and parade them around for him. He knows you’re his, he doesn’t have to worry.

He definitely knows this as well when you’re bouncing on his lap, cock pressed hard and deep inside your pretty little omega cunt. Your eyes crossed and tongue falling out of your mouth as you pant and whine. You can feel his knot growing and his balls slap your ass with Everytime you drop down. And the way you clench and pulse around his leaking cock proves to him that he has nothing to worry about. You’re his.

#haikyuu #hq #haikyuu!!#haikyuu smut #🤍.abo #🤍.alphas #🤍.omegas #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi smut #iwachan #iwaizumi hajime

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beccascribbles · 4 years

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an omegaverse au. iwaizumi finally meets oikawa’s other best friend, the girl responsible for the delicious scent that always clings to him.

warnings - light swearing

word count - 1.1k

a/n - this is my first time writing an omegaverse au but i’ve been dying for some alpha iwaizumi content so here i am attempting to write some

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He sniffed Oikawa suspiciously. A warm, soothing smell that reminded him of freshly baked cookies mingled with Oikawa’s scent. Iwaizumi had definitely smelt it before. It had been fainter then. Less pronounced. This time that other scent completely overwhelmed his senses, making him feel slightly dizzy with desire.

“What’s that smell, Shittykawa?” he snapped, jaw tightening with tension. Oikawa looked up at him, unable to resist shooting him a cheeky smirk.

“Just my precious little y/n-chan,” replied Oikawa smugly. Iwaizumi knew of her, though they had never met. She was a close childhood friend of Oikawa and was often mentioned by the man in conversation.

“How much did you have to pay her to get her to scent you properly this time?” he questioned, recalling the many times Oikawa had arrived at school moaning about how his friend had refused to scent him, simply telling him to fend off the many omegas that were drawn to him. After all, it was his fault for having, and using to the best of his ability, his strong scent to attract them to him. Oikawa just thrived off the attention, and he was only now beginning to regret it.

“Nothing,” protested Oikawa, crossing his arms in a huff. “How dare you suggest I bribed her. She did it out of the kindness of her heart.”

At that, Iwaizumi raised his eyebrows, regarding his closest friend sceptically. That was all it took for Oikawa to break. “Fine. I promised her I would take her out to eat tonight. She’s coming here once she finishes school.”

You went to Shiratorizawa, a fact Oikawa wasn’t pleased about but hardly had the power to change. You’d worked extremely hard to earn a place at such a prestigious school, your formative years filled largely with studying and Oikawa. He was proud of his best friend, but he’d still been hurt to find out you wouldn’t be attending the same school as him.

It was honestly a miracle neither you or Iwaizumi had met yet, considering you lived directly opposite Oikawa. In fact, you had seen Oikawa playing with him many a time when you were younger, the rough and tumble play very common for two young alphas. Never once had you gone over to introduce yourself, even refusing Oikawa’s many invitations to come join in. He’d told you on more than one occasion that Iwaizumi wouldn’t care, that the young alpha could control himself. However, you knew how distracting the scent of an omega, especially a strong one, could be for some alphas and hadn’t wanted to risk it.

As you walked along the street, you tried your best to control your scent. Before parting ways with Oikawa that morning, you had allowed him to scent you in the hopes that his rich and earthy scent would obscure yours slightly. You furrowed further into his borrowed hoodie, pulling the hood up and tightening it around your face. Though you couldn’t see who was following you, you could smell them, the strong scent of burning wood. It made you feel queasy and your pace quickened.

Nervous, you fumbled for your phone. Fingers shaking, you typed Oikawa’s number in and raised your phone to your ear. Your free hand tugged anxiously at the long sleeve. “Please pick up. Please pick up.”

“y/n-chan,” he greeted, voice warm. “Are you almost here?”

“Yeah, almost Tooru,” you replied, voice shaking slightly. The scent had become stronger, making you feel weaker and nauseous. You fought the sudden urge to collapse. “Can you come out and meet me? There’s someone following me.”

“Okay.” You could hear noise in the background as he hurriedly began to pack up. “Just stay on the phone with me. We’ll be there soon.”

As you walked, you filled Oikawa in on what had happened today, recalling a particularly funny incident at lunch time involving Ushijima and a very timid omega. Oikawa probably would have laughed if he hadn’t been so focused on finding you.

It wasn’t long before Oikawa’s rich and earthy scent flooded your senses, soothing you in a way only someone you trusted completely could. He rounded the corner, eyes widening as he spotted you, then narrowing as they zeroed in on the figure behind you.

“She’s here,” he called, moving towards you quickly, another figure running behind him. His scent hit you at once, the calming scent of pine needles. At that same moment, he froze slightly, nostrils flaring as he breathed you in. Despite the way Oikawa’s scent attempted to mask yours, he could still smell it, the sweet scent from earlier. It was stronger now, but slightly different. The sweet undertone was still present but less prominent than before. A low growl ripped itself from his throat.

He ran past you, pushing Oikawa to the side as he lunged for the alpha who had been following you. His anger rolled off him in waves, his scent overpowering as he grabbed the man by the collar and shoved him against the wall. A loud crack echoed in the quiet of the night. His eyes glowed dangerously, fist drawing back to punch the man hard. He wanted to see him bleed, punish him for making you feel so frightened.

Then, a warm hand wrapped around his wrist, stopping his swing, and that sweet smell filled his nostrils. He felt his breathing slow, his heart beat calm. He stopped trembling with anger. Instead, he turned to look at you, eyes softening slightly as he took note of the gentle curve of your lips. “Stop. I just want to go.”

The grip he had on the man’s shirt slackened, and he released him, letting him slump to the floor. His focused on you instead, allowing your scent to wash over him, calm him. He could barely smell his best friend anymore, lost in the scent of this mysterious omega. He knew your name, but that was it. He wanted - he needed - to know more about you.

“Come on,” you said, beginning to pull him along with you. Oikawa was a small distance away, watching the both of you, the hoodie you were once wearing dangling from his grip. Iwaizumi noticed the goosebumps appearing on your skin, the way you shivered slightly when the harsh winter breeze brushed against your skin. Before he was aware of what he was doing, he had shrugged off his jacket, holding it out to you.

“You’re cold,” he said at your confused look. “Wear it or you’ll freeze to death.”

You couldn’t even argue back, too eager to be surrounded by that delicious scent. You burrowed your face into the collar, inhaling deeply. It soothed your frayed nerves far more than Oikawa’s had. The action didn’t go unnoticed by Iwaizumi and he felt a rush of heady pride when he left you and Oikawa, you still wrapped up in his jacket.

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kenzumekodma · 3 years

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18+, minors & ageless blogs dni

pairing: hajime iwaizumi x fem!reader

wc: 2207

warnings: a/b/o dynamics, predator/prey kink, knotting, idiots to lovers, author has no idea what she’s doing but had fun doing it

find the rest of my kinktober masterlist here!

Watching your friends play fight, you think you have everything under control. You must have, after all, if you’d made it through three years of high school and then some with these four goofballs. Oikawa only has a week before he has to go back to Argentina, and at his insistence, you’ve all gathered for a camping trip like you’d always talked about having in school.

As Makki and Iwaizumi gang up on their former captain, Matsukawa helps you set up the tent, driving stakes into the earth. A shrill breeze sends a shiver down your spine. Almost instantly, the scent of the three men invades your senses, and you gulp, reality setting in that you’re alone in the forest with four alphas, and…

“You know the full moon’s tonight, right?” Mattsun murmurs to you. He must have picked up their heavy scent as well. “You brought them, right?” he checks with you. You nod, but grab your backpack and rifle through it, just to be sure. Shuffling your clothes and toiletries around, you search and search but come up empty handed. Not a single heat suppressant pill to be found. Mattsun raises an eyebrow. Noticing his concern, you rummage for a moment before forcing a look of relief across your features.

“Yup, got them!” you say brightly. Internally, however, the only thing on your mind is fuck fuck fuck what the fuck am I going to do I’m so fucking fucked. Mattsun shakes his head. You can’t quite tell if he doesn’t believe you, or doesn’t believe you didn’t triple check before leaving. Honestly, you can’t believe you didn’t check the calendar, the forecast, anything. You’ve got a few hours until sundown, though, and that’s more than enough time to formulate a plan, right? Right?

The sinking sun shines golden behind the trees, and the rising moon begins to cast silver down from above. Warmth flees with the sun and you find yourself getting chills. From his spot next to you, Iwaizumi bites the inside of his cheek. When he opens his mouth to speak, he tastes the metallic droplets dissipate along his tongue.

“Cold?” he asks.

“Yeah, yeah, a little. I should grab my jacket,” you say.

“Don’t bother. Here,” he lifts his sweater off with an easy movement and tosses it into your lap. Gratefulness and burning want cut into you in equal measures. It was your own secret that you’d been hopelessly pining after Hajime Iwaizumi since you were both 15 years old. You’d planned on confessing right after graduation, until he broke the news that he’d be moving halfway across the globe for university right before you could will the words to come out of your mouth.

“Thanks,” you mumble. Maybe it’s a good thing? At least if I’m covered in his scent, it’ll cover up my own a bit, right? Iwaizumi watches the gears turn in your head from the corner of his eye, and for a short moment, he’s not an alpha and you’re not an omega. He’s not a trainer for Olympic athletes and you’re not the independent woman doing your best and struggling your way through life one day at a time. He’s just Hajime, and you’re just you. Oikawa nudges Makki, discreetly pointing at Iwaizumi. Of fucking course those idiots had figured it out years ago. It’s been over a decade and they’re still acting like teenagers, smirking and waggling their eyebrows at him whenever he gets close to you.

After a while, though, things fade back to normal. The four men trading spooky stories at Mattsun’s insistence, roasting marshmallows, and… arguing? You missed the comment that started it, but the smell of their testosterone rising is unmistakable.

“I’m, uh, I’m gonna go and get another bag of marshmallows,” you say hurriedly and stalk off towards the tent. You look behind you, making sure they’re still all occupied, and take a couple of snacks with you to get through the night before making off for a safe distance away in the woods.

Half an hour of following what you could’ve sworn was the north star and you’re sure of it, you’re definitely lost. But you consider the bright side. You’re far enough away that the only thing you can smell around you is fresh air, the falling leaves -- really, Tooru, who plans a camping trip in October of all months? -- and Iwaizumi’s sweater. Allowing yourself one indulgence, you take a deep breath of the fabric, your scent and his entwining in your nostrils and addling your brain.

“--Hey, hey, stop! That’s the last fucking marshmallow, Makki! You’re wasting it!” Oikawa pouts, back at the campsite.

“‘S not a big deal, y/n said she was going to get another bag. Right, y/n?” Makki counters. “Y/n?”

“That was half an hour ago, dumbass,” Iwaizumi says.

“Well? Should we look for her?” Makki asks.

“Of course we should,” Iwaizumi answers.

“I’ll go!” Oikawa pipes up.

“Like hell. You can’t control yourself around an omega well enough in the daytime. I’m not letting you go on a full fuckin’ moon, Shittykawa. You’re not any better, Makki. She’s got those suppressants, right? I can get her back no problem.”

“What about me?” Mattsun interjects, borderline offended at not even being considered.

“What way is north, Issei?” Iwaizumi deadpans.

“Shut the fuck up, why don’t you, Hajime,” he snarks.

“If I’m not back with her in an hour, start looking for us,” Iwaizumi says with finality, and he’s off.

It’s not long before he catches his own scent creating a path, meandering between trees. He breaks into a jog, his heart sprinting as his scent fades into yours. It’s stronger than usual, heady and intoxicating, and he lets out a growl as he realizes what’s happening.

“Fuckin’ really? Heat? You’re in heat? You’re fuckin’ kidding me,” he groans. “So much for the damned suppressants.” He picks up a surge of your scent and he realizes you must be near enough to hear him, to sense him, to smell him. He raises a hand to his neck, thumb grazing over his scent glands, going into overdrive as he feels the rush of adrenaline course through his body.

“Not far away, are ya? C’mon, don’t be shy. I don’t bite… hard,” he takes a shaky breath in, becoming still and calm in his concentration. This, this hunt, this is what he was born for, what he’s been longing for with you since the day you cheered for him louder than anyone else in the stands at the first volleyball game he invited you to more than a decade ago. Leaves rustle about thirty feet away from Iwaizumi and he picks up the surge again. He moves quickly and quietly towards where he’s sure you are.

“You’re getting off on this, huh? Don’t deny it, I can smell it on you from here, y/n. You wanna be my prey, huh? Want me to hunt you down and make you mine?” His lips curl, twisting into smirk and baring his teeth. He knows this isn’t the way he should be confessing to you, not when the only indication of your attraction is the fact you’re in heat. Would you react like this to Mattsun? Oikawa? Makki? Does it even matter, since he’s the only one here? His head whips around as a hitched breath comes from behind a tree another twenty feet away.

“You can run and you can hide, little girl. But the big, bad wolf is coming to get you,” he growls.

Taking his sweet time, he walks over to where he’s confident now that you haven’t moved from, if the little whimpers and moans are anything to go on. The sight that greets him sends a wave of warmth through his body. You’re flushed, whether from the chase, your heat, or some combination thereof, he doesn’t know. But you’re curled up in his sweater, and that stirs something in him deep in his core. The way you’re helplessly rubbing your thighs together, trying to keep from touching yourself because he knows you know that if you try to relieve the white hot need you’ll only make it worse.

“I-Iwa, go…” you mumble against your own will, but he only shakes his head. You sigh, conceding to him. “H-Haji, please, h-hurts, n-need it. Haji, please,” you whimper. “Help me.” Iwaizumi is on you in seconds, hands flying to your chest and your waist, lips a sloppy flurry against your own. He kisses down your neck and you keen, pushing your flesh against his bared teeth insistently.

“You know if I do that right now, you’re mine. You understand that, right? I don’t have to if you don’t want it. I can pull out, too…” The insecurity tugging at him is quickly quelled at your protests.

“No, no, do it, please,” you whine. “Wanted you for so long. P-please, wanna be yours, lemme be yours.”

Iwaizumi groans, feeling his hardening cock strain against his pants, and bite, marking you as his own, his mate. There’s no going back now.

You scramble to remove your jeans, but Hajime’s hands come down over yours, easing them off of you himself. You paw at the buckle of his belt and he chuckles at your eagerness. His heavy cock springs free a short moment later and you feel the warmth rise a degree in your body. He peels your panties off, sticky and wet with your slick, and takes a deep breath, moaning out loud at the thought that this beautiful mess is all for him, you’re all for him.

“Fuck me, Hajime,” you breathe.

He doesn’t need to be told twice, easing into you with as much restraint as he can muster. You suck him in so greedily, he swears he never wants to leave the warm home of your walls. Your whimpers and cries of desperation quickly melt into soft curses, begs for more, choked moans when he hits that spot just right inside you. You push your hips up to meet his, burying him to the hilt yourself.

“You’re gonna be the fuckin’ death of me,” he mumbles against your lips.

He rolls his hips, angling them up to catch you where you need it most. Reaching your hand between your bodies, you roll your puffy, needy bud between your fingers. A growl catches in Hajime’s throat and he bites down, sinking his teeth into the junction of your neck and shoulder. He makes sure he leaves his mark on you. It’s not enough for you to clench and milk him for all he’s worth, it’s not enough for you to be swathed in his scent, he needs every alpha within a mile to know you belong to him.

“H-Haji-” you moan, kneading your own chest through the fabric of his sweater. He drags the cotton up your body, hungrily latching his lips onto one of your nipples. Your breath hitches, mewling out his name as if it’s the sweetest candy money can buy. You feel the base of his cock swelling and nudging against your folds as you draw closer and closer to your climax.

“P-please, w-want it, want your knot. Haji please,” you wail. He’s never been able to deny you anything and he’s not about to start now, not when he has you right where he’s always wanted you. He pushes his swollen knot past your tight entrance. The absolute blissful feeling of being so full, like you never knew you were incomplete until now, drives you hurtling head first into your orgasm. You moan and cry and cling to Hajime like he’s the only solid thing in this world. Quickly following you into your haze, he spills his seed inside you, locking your bodies together whether he means to or not.

“I, uh, suppose I should tell you,” you start, looking away from him as you come down from your high, waiting for his swelling to subside. “I’ve, I’ve kind of been in love with you since we were kids,” you mumble out quickly. He catches your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him.

“Hey. I’ve wanted to kiss you since we were fifteen. You’ve been the first thing I think of in the morning and the last thing I think of at night for nearly half my life. I’m not apologizing for this if you’re not,” he says. You shake your head.

“‘M not apologizing, not at all.”

“Good,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. He eases himself out of you and helps you dress yourself quietly. “Legs are sore, huh?” he chuckles as you try to stand up. You swat at him lightly, unable to keep the smile off your face.

“Shut up and carry me, will you?”

And he does just that. He can when he walks back into the perimeter of your campsite he’s just barely made it within his hour time frame. The worried expressions on your friends’ faces quickly turn to teasing, waggling their eyebrows at the two of you, when they catch sight of the bites littered over your scent glands. With a smirk, Mattsun speaks.

“Took you fuckin’ long enough.”

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hanazuma-inactive · 3 years

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Are you fine with top beta mreader and bottom alpha iwaizumi? Reader is model student in school and rumor tells that he is better than most alpha. Iwai who never interested about that kind of thing suddenly changed his mind when his inner beast screamed out for reader when he saw him in the library. That caught reader attention. So they have sex there, with Iwai trying hard to holding back his voice and he can only knotting at nothing when climax. After they were done, Iwai kinda light headed and Reader bridal carry him outside. I just think it will be cute 🐽

That's all 🛁

out of the ordinary (nsfw) top beta!reader x bottom alpha!iwaizumi

pronouns: he/him (FEMALE ORIENTED DNI!!)

warnings: slight degrading, omegaverse, reverse roles, knotting (not really), public sex (sex in library), slight overstimming

a/n: i can't find any,,,good iwa panels help. but this was an interesting concept especially the last part. i also love iwa with my entire life please 🧎‍♂️ sorry this took so long because it's pretty long around 1.8k words

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you were an exception, someone who's out of the ordinary. being born a beta, people didn't expect much from you. they had no reason to believe that someone who was a part of 90% of the world population was capable of doing anything extraordinary. however you were there to prove them wrong. ever since elementary going into highschool your grades were always at the top of the class and in some cases in the district. everyone was surprised to find out that you were only a beta instead of an alpha.

your achievements were spread all of the school board and among your classmates. most people respected you and some wanted to be you. your grades weren't the only thing you had, your looks were at least above average and nearly everyone who saw you wanted to fuck you, or get fucked by you. except for one person, iwaizumi hajime.

the spiky haired boy was never interested in this type of stuff. in fact he is the only alpha in the entire school that hasn't tried to hit on you or asked you out yet. unfortunately this just so happens to be the one person you were somewhat interested in. unlike the other betas and omegas you weren't exactly submissive. sure you were nice and friendly towards other people but in the bedroom? all you wanted was to make an alpha cry out your name and cum from your cock. it was an unrealistic fantasy due to how your society functions but you've seen it happen before and you wanted to experience it yourself.

the more iwa didn't notice you, the more frustrated you became. you tried all sorts of things to grab his attention. "helping" him with homework, which he denied many times. inviting him to hangout afterschool, also denied. and even as far as behaving unlike yourself, none of the above worked and you were quite upset about it.

until one day, when you were just walking to the gym you overheard iwa and his friend oikawa qtalking about something.

"c'mon iwa we all know you were head over heels for him when he was performing that day."

"shut up, it doesn't matter even if i do, he has enough alphas and omegas on his dick, he doesn't need another one. so what if i want to fuck him, who doesn't? you did too at one point but he turned you down almost immediately."

"jeez! calm down you freaking porcupine. all i'm saying is, next time you two are alone, maybe give it a shot instead of avoiding him. he's the first person that ever got you feeling like this and it would be too good of a chance to pass by, don't you think?"

"yah yah whatever i got it."

so the two were… talking about you?. there was no way right?! the one person you wanted attention finally gave it to you. it might not have been directly but he admitted it, and that's all you needed to know. so all the things you were doing did work after all. you were excited but you needed to keep your cool for now, and figure out a way to get you two alone. little did you know he was going to come to you all by himself without you even lifting a finger.

you strolled to the library afterschool to borrow to borrow a book your friend told you to check out that you know you won't be reading. while searching for the novel, you heard someone open the door of the empty library. it was pretty rare for anyone to be in the library except during class time so you wondered who it could've been. you peeked over the bookshelves to find a spiky haired male trying to find a book as well. it was iwa, looking for a book in the dystopia section.

this situation couldn't have been better. you and iwa were alone in a place where nobody usually comes. it was the perfect opportunity to do what you always wanted to do. you walked over to the other section to greet him.

"yo! how's it going iwaizumi?"

"it's going fine… thank you, i'm surprised to see you here though."

"oh yeah haha, just checking out a book."

iwaizumi looked away and directed his attention back to the bookshelf. you were a little upset and while thinking about something to talk about, he spoke again.

"h-hajime, is fine...by the way." iwa said while his face flashed a bright red.

hajime? his first name? we barely talked ever and now you guys are on a first name basis? you didn't mind of course, you a little surprised that's all.

"alright hajime! same goes for you too!"

he looked away again, gripping the book in his hand.

"alright, fuck it." he murmured under his breath. hajime turned around to you and pushed on onto the bookshelf behind you. his hand holding onto yours and his face red as a cherry. you were a little startled but this stuff wasn't exactly new to you so it wasn't as flustering to you as it was to him.

"uhh, hajime? y-you alright there?"

"i wanna fuck you alright?! there i said it. i'm not expecting anything because i'm the last alpha you haven't rejected. but still, i want to try. so…what do you say?"

it was all going better than expected. all the things you've done to attract iwa was finally paying off! you were excited but you needed to keep your cool before completely losing it on him.

"sure! i don't see the reason not to~ but…we are going to switch it up a little bit." you said with a smirk on your face. iwa looked confused about what you meant by switching up, but now that the person he liked agreed to have sex with him, he didn't care about what's about to happen.

you grabbed iwa's arms and pushed them behind his back as you turned him around, reversing the positions of you two.

"w-woah, what are you doing…y/n."

"i've always wanted to do this hehe, fucking an alpha and making him beg to cum as a beta, someone who is supposed to be below him in society standards. what do you say hajime? is this still the sex you were looking forward to? or are you gonna leave me here all by myself?"

there was fear and anticipation in iwa's eyes, eager to find out what happens next. as much as he wished it was the opposite way around he didn't want to lose the opportunity in his hand right now. reluctantly, he nodded and agreed, gesturing to get on with what you wanted to do.

gaining the signal to start, you aggressively pushed your lips onto iwa's, reaching into his mouth and soon intertwining your tongue with his. the other male let out stubborn whimpers as the kiss grew to be more sloppy. soon you broke it, leaving him panting for breath and a dirty smile on your face.

you licked your fingers and reached into the back of iwaizumi's pants. at first he jolted a little, not being used to his ass being touched as an alpha. you then started to move your fingers into his asshole. going deeper inside, hajime struggled with the pain that no alpha in this school will ever experience. hajime's grunts started to become moans, you put in more fingers as you found his pleasure point. massaging it and doing all the tricks you knew on it to make him feel as good as possible.

it didn't take long till a wet spot started to form on his pants and his eyes became hazy. you took out the finger and let hajime catch his breath before preparing him for the real thing.

"w-what's next…" hajime asked

"just close your eyes, i promise i'll make you feel good~"

he trusted you and shut his eyes, latching on to your shoulder. you revealed your cock and lifted iwa up so that his face would be facing you and his plump asshole would be right above cock. iwa was nervous, you could tell and that was the best part about it. gently you put your cock into his ass. it was still rather difficult even with all the preparation from earlier. iwa let out a small cry as you entered him, not used to anything so big inside him, or anything at all really.

"f-fuck that hurts…"

"i know, it'll feel good in a bit, alright? bare with me here a little. i'm gonna start moving."

you didn't even put into consideration that this was iwa's first time. you went at a moderate speed, sometimes slowing down and speeding up. iwa's hard cock leaking with precum and bouncing up and down on yours. it was such a pretty sight seeing the alpha cry pretty tears from all the pain and pleasure. of course you felt amazing too, iwa's virgin hole felt better than your hand or anything your dick had ever fucked.

iwa used one of his hands to cover his mouth. attempting to stop the people outside of the library to hear his moans.

"hajime~ people are gonna hear us if you keep being naughty like this~" you said with a cocky smile on your face.

he didn't say anything in response, barely being able to comprehend anything while getting fucked.

"c'mon...look at you, an alpha? being fucked by a beta in a library. moaning like a slut in heat, i might as well knot you while i'm at it hm?"

speaking of knots, the alpha was getting closed with nothing around his cock. nothing for him to knot. his cock enlarged in size as he reached his climax but a face of disappointment appeared because of the empty area around iwa's dick. he didn't even think it was physically possible until today looking at it right now in front of him.

hajime had his fun but you weren't done yet. right after he came you continued to fuck him and stroke his cock to overstimulate him. after you came inside you noticed that iwaizumi had already passed out from the pleasure. his own cum spilled on his stomach and his ass filled with yours. you stood still for a while, enjoying the view of the sleeping prince in front of you. to make this more fun for the both of you, you decided to carry the alpha in your arms as if he was your bride.

you got a bunch of weird stares and murmurs from the students around you but you didn't care. all the reputation that you built up could fall into shreds but you could not have cared less. now, the only thing that matters is the one person you wanted attention from gave it to you and is sleep soundly in your arms.

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sunfish-studies · 3 years

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Fresh, Cutting Through

[Part 2]

➜ Warning: none, just pure fluff and adoration for the reader as a beta

➜ Notes: reader is a girl and a Beta. This is an Omegaverse HC

↷ SUMMARY ↶

Amongst the flurry of leathery and dominating scents along with sweet and sugary ones, your fresh, cool, and crisp scent cutting through it perfectly.

Hinata Shoyo

Hinata adored your scent and doesn’t afraid to let everyone know. Once your figure was in his line of sight in the gym, he immediately sprinted towards you in a giddy manner and never failed to compliment you.

“Hi, [Last Name]! You smell really good today!” boy was he straightforward with his praises, sometimes it even left you flustered.

When practice was over, his steps automatically directed towards you and he would be giving you the sparkling look. You’re extremely familiar with this particular stare of his–it’s his way of subtly pleading to scent you. Hinata was really respectful, trying his best to hold himself and ask for your permission instead of jumping right into.

Karasuno was your temporary pack and you don’t mind to scent your packmates if they asked to or when your beta instinct tingles from the distress waving off from your alphas or omegas.

To Hinata your scent is the perfect reflection of fresh cold air–the morning air that every day greeted him when he went on his way to school with his bicycle. It made his inner alpha purred in content every time he inhaled a lungful of your scent.

He’s similar to a child being given a packet of candy once you opened up arms. Nuzzling into your shoulder, soon his nose trailing over your next close to your scent gland–sighing in content as his nose was greeted with your fresh scent.

That and your scent always successfully recharged him after being exhausted–his energy seemed to be top notch and he could do his best.

Kageyama Tobio

Kageyama was more reluctant in letting you know he needs your scent. However, he knew it’s you even if you’re quite far away–it was easy to distinguish your scent in a mix of others. His alpha constantly longed to be close to you.

Once you entered the gym, his head would perk up upon your arrival. And for the rest of the time before practice, he would trail over your like a lost puppy.

He didn’t know exactly how to ask you to scent him or him to scent you. No, it’s not because of his alpha pride or something–because he’s too awkward to even ask, words came tumbling incoherently when he tried although there’s a complete sentence already arranged in his head.

In short, he failed greatly at asking in a normal way.

Thankfully, you completely understood his wants every time he stood close to you–stuttering immensely as he tried to communicate. Opening your arms, he could feel his inner alpha yipped happily for the invitation. He wasted no time to immediately dived into your arms and buried his face into your neck.

His head formed an image of winter wonderland once he inhaled a lungful of your scent–just fields of snow and freshly white powder raining down gently on him.

In official matches, he frequently shoved his match uniform to your hands and you always accepted it. Kageyama knew you would wear it the whole evening and then returned it to him the day of the match.

Your scent would attach on his uniform and he had more concentration than ever in his match, because your fresh scent cutting through the heavy layers of other scents. His best sets were mostly because your scent was around to make his mind clearer.

Oikawa Tooru

He’s not going to beat around the bush if he’s craving for your scent–he would just skip towards you and asking if he could scent your of not, and of course most of the time you would say yes. You’re the manager, so you’re the part of Aoba Johsai pack.

While the others would just scent you briefly, Oikawa would trail over you wherever you go–to the point Iwaizumi almost thwack him with a volleyball. His arms would be wrapped around your form, and he would bury his face into your shoulder, neck, or hair.

His inner alpha purred in happiness, completely enjoying the scent of first snow of winter waving from you.

He frequently urging you to wear his jacket throughout practice because once the practice ends, you gave back the item to him–and he would bury his nose into the collar. Your scent lingered and it brought him great joy.

Aside from practice, he would stay close to you even at school during lunch–understandable because you, Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, and Hanamaki always hanging out together at that time.

Oikawa would place his chin upon your shoulder, or pressed his forehead against your shoulder–anything close enough to get a whiff of your scent. Sometimes he thought this was some kind of obsession towards your scent or just him being scent drunk.

Anyways, you always indulged into his wants and needs and he’s grateful for it.

And scenting you before match successfully boosted his confidence, making his mind clearer than ever.

Iwaizumi Hajime

Similar to Kageyama, it was quite hard for him to expressing his wishes directly. Though, he’s more composed than the younger boy. He would rub the back of his neck nervously, words rolled from his tongue with many ‘uh’s in between and it’s difficult to meet your eyes.

However, you would smile and approached him instead–dropping your head upon his shoulder lightly and playfully. Iwaizumi would chuckle and finally pressing his nose to your hair.

His hand cradled your head gently as he slowly buried his nose into your shoulder, close to your neck. Occasionally, he would rub his head against yours to let you know that he’s thankful for your attentiveness.

His inner alpha would growl in pure content, basking in your fresh scent amongst heavy alpha scents trapped in the gym.

Every time he closed his eyes, his imagination brought him to a beautiful foggy forest with thick canopy–the depiction of what he thought of your scent. It’s calming–washes every other scent away gently but surely.

There would be times he’s craving for your scent, but he tried to hold back because he didn’t want you to portray him as a needy alpha. But as if you’re reading his emotional fluctuation like a book, whenever he’s in need you would always ready with something–scarfs, handkerchief, or even his jacket which already had your scent.

Iwaizumi would thank you and in return, he sometimes treated you to snack or even lunch.

Kuroo Tetsuro

Similar to Oikawa, this boy would let you know exactly what he wants–confident steps towards you and instead of waiting for you to realize he would just poke at your cheek. You would turn to face him, only to witness him opening up his arms–gesturing you to approach him with that infamous smirk of his.

You would scoff in return but walking towards him nonetheless. Once you’re close, he wrapped his arm around you tightly but not to the point of suffocating.

Kuroo loved to bury his nose into your shoulder–your scent was prominent there. If he’s needs a little more, then he could just move his head and found your neck. Hugs with Kuroo was entertaining because the Kuroo’d rock the two of you gently from side to side like swaying tree–making you burst to giggles.

Despite being a quite a touchy fella–he would poke your cheek out of blue, flicking your forehead, ruffling your hair, or even slung an arm across your shoulder; he never once scents you without your consent.

He still put you to high regards because for him being an alpha meant you’re there to protect the pack, not to assert dominance.

Every time he’s agitated (either in the match or else), he found himself approaching you automatically–knowing you would bring comfort for him. Your scent wasn’t something he could describe vividly, however he could name a few words to expressed it; hygienic and clean.

Maybe similar to the cooling fever patch his mother gave him when he had fever when he’s still a little kid, maybe something like the hygienic scent of freshly cleaned room or even to the point of something medicinal.

Nevertheless, he wondered if he could stay close to you all the time–your scent was like a fresh air amongst sickening sweet or overly masculine scent which surrounded him.

Yaku Morisuke

Even though Yaku’s not the type to shy away from the thought of scenting, he made sure to let you know and gained your permission every single time. Your comfort is his priority than any others.

Rather than anyone seeking for comfort through your scent, Yaku’s probably the one scenting you to calm you down–the exact opposite. It’s sometimes quite overwhelming from the sharp scents of other alphas in the pack during practice, he took it as his duty to take care of you.

But he wasn’t going to deny that your own unique beta scent also bring comfort for him in the middle of practice or the time when his head filled with dark clouds.

Beta scent was something he’s fascinated about–different from the musky and dominating of alphas, nowhere near as sweet and alluring as omega’s. It’s clean–cleansing all of the heavy scents like fresh air. Every time Yaku inhaled deeply, he could imagine himself standing near a waterfall–scent of falling water and greenery surrounding it.

Ultimately, rather than fulfilling your duty as a beta in your pseudo-pack of Nekoma’s Male Volley Club, you’re more like being taken care of because Yaku’s around–he made sure to not have you shouldered all the burden from having different sub-gender alone in the club.

Though there were times he was craving for your scent as well–and it flattered you because it’s quite rare thing for Yaku to indulged to his own needs since he’s a really composed alpha. His restrain to himself and the power to hold back his urges amazed you.

Yaku would gesture for you to sit down on the bench before moving closer to lean on your shoulder. If he found you comfortable with what he did, that’s his cue to nuzzle his nose into your neck.

He’s just an astoundingly sweet alpha.

What do you guys think about this? Please wait for the next part!

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haikyuucute · 4 years

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Masterlist

Karasuno

Sawamura Daichi

First Time vs. Tenth Time (NSFW)

Sugawara Koushi

Just Like Candy(NSFW)

S/O who hates playing volleyball

FIrst Kisses

180 (Omegaverse AU)

Childhood Friends (Omegaverse AU)

First Time vs. Tenth Time (NSFW)

Prompt: “Come here” // “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice” (NSFW)

“Sorry, She’s Busy” (NSFW)

Asahi Azumane

Libero S/O

Alpha!Asahi (Omegaverse AU)

Claim (Omegaverse AU)

Jealousy

First Time vs. Tenth Time (NSFW)

“Sorry, She’s Busy” (NSFW)

Nishinoya Yuu

Alpha!Noya (Omegaverse AU)

Too Much (Omegaverse AU)

Kageyama Tobio

Stumbling In (NSFW)

Communication (Omegaverse AU)

Yamaguchi Tadashi

Kinks (NSFW)

Aobajohsai

Oikawa Tooru

Needy (NSFW)

Violent

Giggles

First “I love you’s”

Marking (Omegaverse AU)

Her Too? (Omegaverse AU)

Not-So-Popular (Omegaverse AU)

Iwaizumi Hajime

Truth or Dare

Irritable (NSFW)

“Sorry, She’s Busy” (NSFW)

Matsukawa Issei

Prompt 92: “I’m not going to touch you unless you beg” (NSFW)

Kyoutani Kentarou

Prompts: “You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.” “Who said it had to be on a bed?”

Prompt E13 +E14: Safe Word + Aftercare (NSFW)

Soothe (Omegaverse AU)

A Favor (Omegaverse AU)

Nekoma

Nekoma’s Omega Manager (Omegaverse AU)

Kuroo Tetsurou

GF with nipple piercings

Little Black Dress

Sensitive

Piss Me Off (NSFW)

Distractions

Idiot

Protective Kuroo

First “I love you’s”

Kuroo x Reader x Bokuto (NSFW)

A Mistake // Part 2 (Omegaverse AU)

Alpha!Kuroo (Omegaverse AU)

Road Trip (feat. Bokuto)

Prompt: “Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.” (Omegaverse AU)

Prompt: “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it” (NSFW)

Jealous/Possessive (Omegaverse AU)

Prompt 11: “I didn’t know you were so sensitive”Prompt 46: “I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet” (NSFW)

Prompt E13 + E14: Safe Word + Aftercare (NSFW)

“Sorry, She’s Busy” (NSFW)

Prompt E3: Exhibitionism (NSFW)

“Yo lemme dom you” (SMAU)

Kenma Kozume

S/O who hates playing volleyball

You’re Dating Him?

Alpha!Kenma (Omegaverse AU)

Prompt: “Just let me finish this level and I swear I’ll go down on you until you cum at least three times” (NSFW)

Attention (Omegaverse AU)

Kinks (NSFW)

Do It Again (NSFW)

Lev Haiba

Silly Girl

Fukurodani

Bokuto Koutarou

S/O who hates playing volleyball

Feelings

Kuroo x Reader x Bokuto (NSFW)

Someone Else // Part 2 (NSFW)

Road Trip (feat. Kuroo)

Alpha!Bokuto (Omegaverse AU)

Prompt D6: Jackhammering (NSFW)

Kinks (NSFW)

Akaashi Keiji

Good Girl

Feelings

Alpha!Akaashi (Omegaverse AU)

Intimidating (Omegaverse AU)

Prompt D9: Spanking (NSFW)

Shiratorizawa

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Love Letters

Pretending

Don’t Call It A Crush (NSFW): Part 1 / Part 2

Untamable Masterlist (Omegaverse AU)

Libero S/O

Personal Performer (Mob AU)

“Sorry, She’s Busy” (NSFW)

Tendou Satori

Perfect Masterlist (Omegaverse AU)

Alpha!Tendou (Omegaverse AU)

Prompt: “Want some help?” (NSFW)

D12: Vagina Worship (NSFW)

“Sorry, She’s Busy” (NSFW)

Shirabu Kenjirou

Alpha!Shirabu (Omegaverse AU)

Prompt 62: “If you don’t like my teasing then why are you moaning?” (NSFW)

Johzenji High

Terushima Yuuji

“Sorry, She’s Busy” (NSFW)

Inarizaki

Miya Atsumu

Buckling Knees

Prompt: “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad”

“Sorry, She’s Busy” (NSFW)

Selfish (Omegaverse AU)

Date Tech

Futakuchi Kenji

Hate-Fuck (NSFW)

Nohebi Academy

Daishou Suguru

“Sorry, He’s Busy” (NSFW)

Itachiyama Academy

Sakusa Kiyoomi

“Sorry, She’s Busy” (NSFW)

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bokutoslittlebird · 3 years

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Cupid’s Arrow + Pincer Shanghai Strength + blue twist

Includes — Oikawa Tōru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Matsukawa Issei, Hanamaki Takahiro, Kunimi Akira, Kindaichi Yūtarō

Warnings: gangbang, set before Oikawa leaves to Argentina, Oikawa’s an Omega (sorry not sorry), double penetration, spitroasting, manager!reader, Iwaizumi x Oikawa x Matsukawa

The finals proved to show that Aoba Johsai couldn’t reach as high as their captain had wanted. Everyone had their own qualms and reasons why they lost, but in the end, nothing would change. Whether it was Oikawa’s leadership lacking, the manager’s inexperience in her role, or even Kyotani’s improvisation and spur of the moment actions, it didn’t matter. In the end, it just meant that Aoba Johsai wasn’t cut out for beating Karasuno. A lost everyone felt hard.

As captain, Oikawa decided to make it so there was a way to improve everyone’s morales. He asked for your consent, of course, to which you readily agreed. Only a few would be in attendance, but the setting of choice would be your house, while your parents were on vacation. It was also a bit of a present for Oikawa, since he mentioned leaving Japan to go to Argentina for studies and his professional volleyball career. Iwaizumi would make sure of that, just as the rest of the team would make sure you weren’t left out.

That’s how you found yourself like this.

With your throat being invaded by Hanamaki’s long cock and your cunt and ass being split open on Kindaichi’s and Kunimi’s cocks. Oikawa was in a similar position, his hole being ravaged by Iwaizumi while Matsukawa took his throat. The squelching of slick and juices dripping from both you and Oikawa had the alphas picking up the pace and the moans spilling from your lips to get louder, though muffled. Hanamaki made sure to keep his pace to fuck your throat, making sure you knew he was in control. Kunimi was thrusting into your cunt, lips wrapped around your nipples as if they’d start leaking milk. Kindaichi was inexperienced, but he kept a steady pace in and out of your ass, the warm lube creating enough wetness for him to glide in and out.

Oikawa’s moans drowned out yours, him taking the two much bigger cocks of the team. Iwaizumi was thick, with his knot enlarging to an even more enormous size, and Matsukawa’s was long and thick. Gagging and choking sounds mingled with mewls and Oikawa’s eyes were rolled back, tongue occasionally peaking out as it lapped at the drool spilling out. Iwaizumi was relentless and merciless in his thrusting, aiming to send Oikawa to Argentina with a special present. It was the same for all of them — to breed you both and watch all of your holes oozing with their seed.

The sensations violating your body was too much, feeling Hanamaki’s knot grow in size until he held your head flush against it, shooting a thick load against your throat walls. Kindaichi and Kunimi weren’t far behind, Kindaichi moaning as he held onto your hips and pushed his knot into you, mouth unlatching from Hanamaki to scream. Warmth flooded your insides, only for Kunimi to paint his own seed on your walls, his knot entering you much easier than Kindaichi’s. Walls spasming around Kunimi’s cock, he groans as he moves his mouth to your neck, licking at your scent glands.

Iwaizumi’s grunts mix with your keening whines of your orgasm, his own knot plugging up Oikawa as he spills a load inside his omega. Matsukawa takes control of Oikawa’s mouth, pushing him down as far as he can go as Oikawa’s moans rise in volume and drool spills around the top of the knot. Soon, white globs of semen spurt out and dribble down Oikawa’s chin, falling to the hardwood floor of your living room.

It’s only the beginning, but for now, you’ll rest. With the way Matsukawa’s looking at you, you have a feeling he’ll be taking control of your cunt next.

#BB.❤️#haikyuu smut #tw.alcohol #cw.gangbang #Mr. Tōru #Mr. Hajime #Mr. Issei #Mr. Takahiro #Mr. Yūtarō #Mr. Akira #cw.double penetration #haikyuu omegaverse #BB.Kinky

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hidden-otaku-stuff · 3 years

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Different but the Same (epilogue)

tw: mentions of drinking, bad coping mechanisms, jealousy/envy

Word count: 1.8k

Rating: R18+/M

Omegaverse AU, Rating: 18+/M

Pairings: Iwaizumi x fem!reader, Ushijima x fem!reader

Summary: An unexpected encounter at the Inter-High tournament tossed you into a whirlwind. Being tugged between two males, two different packs, who will reign supreme in this battle for your heart?

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“...I can’t return your feelings.” She hesitated. “No matter how much I feel drawn to you, my love for Hajime will always be stronger and it isn’t fair to you or him to take you on as my mate.”

“I understand.”

Everything hurt.

A sudden gust of wind blew the scent of pine over to the two, drawing their eyes to Iwaizumi who was standing by the chain-link fence. “Thank you for allowing me to be the Omega for your pack, Ushijima-san.” He winced at the formalities. “I wish you luck in your future endeavours.”

Ushijima gave her a stiff nod, grasping her hand softly. He pressed his lips to her knuckles. “Thank you for your kindness, (Name).”

She gave him a soft smile, nodding at him before escaping from his grasp like water that trickled down cupped hands. The Omega made her way over to Iwaizumi who opened his arms to her. Stepping into them, Ushijima watched as Iwaizumi’s hands fell onto her waist, pulling her flush against him as he pressed the gentlest of kisses to her forehead.

*****

Wakatoshi Ushijima would always remain in some facet of their lives. She finished the season out with the Shiratorizawa pack, letting their mark fade and leaving a faint scar. On some days, she could feel a lingering ghost of emotion through it, typically more intense emotions after events like when he lost his first professional match. Since the accidental bonding, they’d had a frank discussion about what had happened. He understood her decision, though it had broken his heart. Ushijima never did find another Omega like her. Later, he ended up marking and mating with an Omega he had met while traveling with his professional team, but there were some nights, when he looked at the sky and thought about the strawberry Omega that had slipped away from him.

Iwaizumi and (Name) both ended up at the same university, both studying some form of sports. Iwaizumi studied sport medicine while she studied sport management with a focus on marketing. This, and the fact that Oikawa played volleyball professionally still, kept them in the loop of the going-ons of volleyball. All three of their fates would forever intertwine with volleyball. The summer after they graduated, Iwaizumi and (Name) got married, with invites extending to both the Aoba Johsai and Shiratorizawa packs. Though she didn’t maintain the mark, the Omega was still always included in Shiratorizawa annual reunions having won their hearts all those years ago. It wasn’t unheard of for both the teams to host reunion plans because of that. Since it was rare for Ushijima to go due to his intense schedule, they never really worried about it but whenever they encountered the Apex Alpha, they were always cordial.

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Gravel crackled under their feet as they went through the pristine white gates, heading to one such gathering. A firm hand laid on her hip, the other occupied with a smaller hand. In her arm was a tray of onigiri, her other hand also similarly occupied with an even smaller hand. “Hey, (Name)! Welcome back to Japan!”

A dazzling smile made its way to her face as she greeted her old friend. “Well, well, if it isn’t Semi Eita,” she teased. The child on her left, Daitan, held her hands out to the former setter, begging to be carried. “It’s so great to be home.”

A few years ago, Iwaizumi had moved them out to California for an internship, and that’s where their children had been born. They’d only just gotten back to Japan a year ago.

“Oh wow, you’re getting so big Princess!” He picked up the toddler, spinning her around in greeting.

“Eita, be careful.” Besides him was his mate, Jen, a lovely Alpha that (Name) had introduced him to from one of her college classes.

“I’ll be back, love,” Iwaizumi’s gruff voice whispered in her ear, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips before he slipped off with their son, Arakan, to join his pack-mates.

“Uncle Tendou!” Her daughter squirmed in Semi’s arms, reaching out to the red-haired middle blocker as he suddenly appeared at Semi’s shoulder.

“Well well well! If it isn’t my little darling,” Tendou cheered, scooping the child out of Semi’s arms as he ran away.

“There goes my children and husband,” (Name) chuckled, turning back to Semi and his mate. “How have you two been? I haven’t seen you guys since last Christmas.” He shrugged, a mischievous smile on his face as he placed a hand on his mate’s stomach. (Name)’s mouth dropped, “no, you aren’t!” They both nodded, glee on their faces.

“Twins too!” Semi chirped. His mate playfully shoved him.

“I don’t know how you manage to wrangle those two together. I’m so nervous for when these two little pups join us.” Jen rolled her eyes. “They keep me up at all hours of the night, and I get to send him on all types of late-night craving runs.”

“Mommy, mommy!” A loud cry pierced the air as Daitan scrambled to her side, begging for the Omega’s attention. A laugh slipped from her lips as (Name) scooped her daughter up, letting her rest against the hip. “Uncle Oikawa is being mean to me!” The tanned setter appeared from the path that the toddler cleared, panting. Glancing around, she noticed Tendou preoccupied with another female.

“I did not!”

“Did too! He took the ball from me and wouldn’t teach me how to set.”

The other former third-years of Aoba Johsai followed the child, jumping in as they made fun of the former captain. Semi and the two Omegas simply laughed at his reddening face. Iwaizumi came over, his hand holding tightly onto the hand of the older male toddler, who had his father’s disposition. His hand found its way to his mate’s waist again, gripping it softly as he pressed a sweet kiss to her cheek. A cry from the boy had (Name) lifting Arakan onto the other side of her hip.

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His thundering footsteps were followed by softer ones. Her hand clutched at his, nails digging in as a citrus scent bittered in apprehension. It had been years since he had seen his pack-mates, and it had been years since his Omega had met them. The only encounter they had at their wedding had been brief. “You’ll be okay.” His deep voice filled the stagnant air as they walked under the arch. Ushijima Kei, his Omega, pursed her lips at his words but remained silent. As they entered, a warm strawberry scent overwhelmed him instantly. A sigh—almost one of relief—escaped him as his eyes wandered. His jaw relaxed as they found her. Kei’s brown eyes narrowed slightly at his reaction, noticing where his gaze fell. Citrus bittered even more at it, unnoticed by Ushijima.

“Wakatoshi!” The spell broke as his attention was brought back to Earth, an arm thrown around his shoulder. “It’s been so long!”

“Hello Tendou.”

Tendou’s wide smile filled his face as he looked beyond Ushijima, his other arm supporting a young girl. “And this must be your lovely wife, Kei! You look as lovely as you did on your wedding day.” The child squirmed in his arms; Ushijima could faintly catch the smell of strawberries on her. “Off you go darling! You should go bother Oikawa,” he grinned, placing the child down as he gently pushed her in the direction of the setter. He turned back to the couple who watched as the toddler ran off. Oikawa’s loud exclamation filled the air as he scooped the child into a hug.

“Hello again, Tendou. I hope you’re well.” They continued to make small talk as they made their way to the table of food. Ushijima wanted to pick up a bottle of beer but reached for sparkling water instead. Due to his rigorous training schedule, he wasn’t allowed to enjoy small luxuries like that. As he opened the bottle to sip at it, his gaze wandered back onto her. The way the golden rays bathed her made her look like a goddess to him, almost as pretty as Aphrodite in the Greek myths of old. Her laugh tugged at his heartstrings.

The bitter citrus scent became stiflingly warm.

“Are you okay?” Ushijima’s gaze shifted back to his Omega, who looked uncomfortable. She shook her head, telling him that there was nothing wrong. He hummed in response. Olive eyes spotted Goshiki. “I’ll be back,” he promised, making his way towards his kouhai. Kei let out a noise of discontent, eyes flitting back to the other Omega. Tendou’s gaze followed hers, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Do you know (Name)-chan?”

Kei froze, doe-eyes blinking at Tendou. She stammered in response as Tendou grinned benevolently.

“Don’t worry! She was just our lovely Omega manager in our third-year of high school.”

Hesitation filled her, citrus scorching his nose. “Wakatoshi seems...taken..with her.”

“I’m not surprised,” Tendou hummed, sipping at his beer. “They were courting at one point.” He tilted his bottle at (Name) as they watched Iwaizumi rejoin her side. “They’d both marked her at one point, but she ended up choosing Iwaizumi instead.”

Kei’s mouth ran dry, fist clenching at her side. “I see..”

They surveyed the couple as the Omega’s laugh carried to them. She watched as (Name) picked up her children. Kei grabbed Tendou’s beer, finishing it off for him as his eyebrows raised at her actions.

She and Ushijima had been married for years now, having met at one of his practice matches. As a sports medic, she had taped up his fingers when he had accidentally hurt himself serving and since then, he’d started courting her. A loud hiss sliced through the tense, stale air as another beer was opened and downed.

They had never once talked about having pups. Nor had he ever mentioned his past, let alone the fact that he had courted and marked another woman.

Her eyes wandered back to her mate, watching his expression. Tendou couldn’t help following her gaze, sighing as he shook his head at his best friend.

Olive eyes were transfixed on the Omega and her children. Ushijima’s heart had both warmed and cracked at the scene. He had always imagined that she would make a wonderful mother. He just wished that it was his pups that she was carrying. Another pang of envy slipped through him as her (e/c) eyes drifted and met his olive ones. A small smile, meant only for him. Smaller, dark brown eyes swiveled to look at what her mother was smiling at. A tiny fist waved at him, a wide smile that reminded him of her appeared on the toddler’s face. If only he hadn’t let himself get lost along the way, perhaps he could have had a chance. After all, he wasn’t too different from Iwaizumi, was he?

*****

Fun facts:

Arakan means worthy one, hero

Daitan means daring, bold one

Kei means reverence, rapture

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A/N: Holy fuck y’all. I deadass have been working on this for months. If I’m being honest, it was up in the air of who she was going to end up with. Thank you for joining me in this monster of a self-indulgent A/B/O read. I love this type of dynamic, and I was honestly struggling to find good content so might as well, y’know?

How are we feeling? Is this what you expected? What was your favourite part about DBTS?

Please, spam my ask-box with your thoughts/comments/ideas. God I’m so emotional just posting this asdfghjkl

Just like for Lockscreens, I will be permanently opening DBTS Supplements! Feel free to send in your suggestions, ideas, and/or questions about their future.

If you have any comments about their past, please send them my way too! I’m slowly working on a prequel for DBTS featuring Iwaizumi and (Name).

Major shout-out to everyone who has been reading from the beginning, to everyone who has joined throughout the journey, and especially to @newfriendjen (aka Semi’s mate) for always beta-reading for me and for letting me bounce ideas off of her!

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kinsurou · 3 years

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I was tagged by my beautiful baby @iwaasfairy for this challenge. Thank you so much Fairy! mwuah! I love you very mucho!