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sktsnation · 1 year

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Title: Heart Too Full of Love Summary: Kiyoomi is now a father, more than anything. Characters: atsumu, kiyoomi, minor sunaosa Words: 1,208| Notes: contains omegaverse and mpreg

Kiyoomi decided to be a stay-at-home Alpha the moment Atsumu told him they're gonna have a baby—babies, to be exact, after finding out they'll be having twins a few weeks later. No one can dissuade him from the idea—not even his omega, who's rightfully confused at the announcement.

("Not to sound ungrateful, Omi—coz I am—grateful—I mean. So much! But ya have foreign clubs knocking at yer door, begging you t'join them."

"Sure." Kiyoomi shrugs. "I can do that, but I just want to do this more. I love what we have now, Atsumu. You, me, our pups. Pups! I still can't believe it!"

"Ya better believe it! There's no turnin' back, yanno!" Atsumu had laughed, tickled at his alpha's excitement. "I'll be taking time off soon—"

"Take all the time that you need, love. Volleyball has been here way before you were born, and it'll still be here after the twins arrive.

"Not gonna lie, I'm lovin' all—" Atsumu points to all of Kiyoomi "—of this support. In fact, if I weren't already carrying yer pups, I'd ask ya for one—eep!"

"Do not tempt me, my darling. Ask and shall be arranged in a few years. Planned Parenthood and all that."

"Oh... so sexy, alpha."

"Anything for my most favorite, omega. If taking care of you means taking time off from the sport as well, then by all means, I'm here for you every step of the way."

"Realistically speaking though, 'every step of the way' is still six months long—"

"Then here's to hoping you won't get tired of me even for that long.")

Naturally, Kiyoomi makes do with his promise and stays with Atsumu, bidding the team temporary farewell as he and Atsumu retreat to their house in Hyogo, near his in-laws, and, to his chagrin, Osamu.

Not that there's anything wrong with Atsumu spending time with his twin. It's just that, he's seen more of Osamu in the past month than he has, collectively, over several years. It's not all that surprising since they're two peas in a pod, but wow, his presence sure is felt.

Kiyoomi even (half) jokingly proposes to implement visiting hours—strictly for Osamu only, but Atsumu laughs it off.

("Aww—" Atsumu cooes. "Is my baby daddy jealous he doesn't get all my attention?"

"I literally have my mark on your neck—and vice versa, too, which is weirdly uncommon. I think I rank higher than a baby daddy, Atsumu."

"What do ya propose I call you then? Sir?"

"Not if you want irish twins—or triplets." He replies nonchalantly, smirking when his mate chokes upon hearing his answer, cheeks immediately flushing red.

"OMI!"

The doorbell rings, followed by a familiar scent that is, distinctly, Osamu. Kiyoomo groans loudly, not even hiding his displeasure at the sudden (expected) intrusion.

His mate, however, is quick to laugh at him. "That's 'Samu."

"I know." Kiyoomi pouts, arms wrapping around Atsumu’s waist to pull him closer, effectively trapping him in an embrace so he can't stand up and let his twin—intruder, his mind corrects—inside their home.)

Never in his entire life did Kiyoomi ever expect Suna Rintarou to be his confidant, but he had, and Suna, in turn, unloads all of Osamu's baby fever woes on him. Suna tells him about the baby books Osamu currently keeps in their home and how he's getting mixed signals from it.

("Osamu said, and I quote: 'If I learn along with Atsumu now, then I'd be a master at childrearing by the time it's my turn, and that's a point in my favor.'" Suna shakes his head fondly. "How do I even interpret that?"

"At least Osamu didn't say now."

"That's what you think." Suna grins. "Osamu wants our kids and yours to be the same age."

"Same age." Kiyoomi deadpans, then smirks, seeing the calm look on Suna's face. "You look pleased by it."

"C'mon," Suna scoffs lightly. "It's Osamu. How the hell can i not be pleased? Besides, it's not like we bonded without expectations of a pup or two."

Kiyoomi agrees, until he remembers how he's been kicked out of Atsumu’s nest a week ago when Osamu visited them.

"I've been kicked out from the nest, by the way."

Suna winces. "I figured. For an omega who spends hours on end at your home, I can't even smell a whiff of your scent on Osamu."

Kiyoomi hums, then circles back to their previous topic. "I'm sure it's not a mixed signal anymore if he wants our kids to be the same age. I mean, Atsumu's how many months along already? You're on a time limit as it is, man."

Suna laughs. "That's true. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have an omega to talk to.")

Five months later finds Kiyoomi in the hospital, hand crushed to death in Atsumu's vice grip as the omega wails when a contraction hits him again, his body working hard to deliver their babies.

Their family is outside, waiting patiently for the twins' awaited arrival. The team too. Meian had sent them a text over the group chat; it's a photo of everyone in the waiting room, each carrying a gift of their own. Then another one, this time with their family in the picture.

Needless to say, Atsumu had been in tears.

The moment the twins finally do come, Kiyoomi cries. Atsumu is in bed, tired from all the tears and childbirth, but he looks happy and content, like everything he's wanted is in the palm of his hands.

The twins lie secured against their mother's chest, skin to skin, and ever present. Kiyoomi combs Atsumu's hair away and presses a kiss against the omega's forehead, all love and care poured into that single gesture, heart too full to even put his gratitude into words.

Atsumu still understands. His eyes soften, smiling through the tiredness overtaking him.

("Hey you," he whispers, mindful of the twins asleep on his chest. "How are ya feelin'?" Atsumu asks, only to be kissed in return, a kiss so soft, so gentle, yet it leaves him breathless all the same.

"You're so strong." Kiyoomi tells him. "So unbelievably strong, it's insane." The compliment draws out a soft laugh from Atsumu's lips, barely a puff of breath, still, it's there.

Kiyoomi looks at him with stars in his eyes, the all-encompassing love the alpha has for him reflected in his gaze that the omega has no choice but to lean in for a kiss again.

"Sap," Atsumu teases when a stray tear falls on his cheek. "My big strong alpha is crying, why is that?"

"Aside from the twins being born? Everything I guess." Atsumu purrs when he feels Kiyoomi's fingers run through his hair again. "But mostly you. Just... you."

"Sap." Atsumu repeats.

"Most ardently, my love." Gently, Kiyoomi leans down to place a kiss on each twin's forehead, so carefully that his lips barely graze the skin. There's a hint of hesitation behind the gesture, as if doing so would pop the bubble of happiness around them. Atsumu, ever observant, notices this. His free hand comes up to cup Kiyoomi's face, his thumb stroking light circles against his alpha's cheeks.

"They're real, Omi."

"I know," Kiyoomi breathes. "I know. I'm still processing everything, but I know. They're... here."

"And I'm here." Atsumu reminds him. "Say it."

"You're here."

"Yup! And I love you." Kiyoomi's cheeks pink and his feels his heart balloon at the declaration. He's been Atsumu's mate for how long now, yet the magic behind those words is still the same.

"I love you.")

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noctumbra · 12 days

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another sakuatsu fic is loading...

#OMEGA ATSUMU #ALPHA KIYOOMI #OLDER X YOUNGER COUPLE #WALK WITH ME #haikyuu #sakuatsu #sakusa kiyoomi #miya atsumu #blablabla

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tsumukono · 1 year

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He is protective jealous, but he loves me how i love him.

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depressed-avocado · 2 years

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behold my late nigh shenanigans

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arxonaut · 1 year

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Atsumu knows his husband is not having a good day. He woke up on the wrong side of bed this morning, he barely ate breakfast, and if Atsumu remembers right, he has two long meetings for today. It's only right that he gives his absolute best to make sure Kiyoomi comes back in a warm, loving home.

It's few minutes before Kiyoomi gets home. House is clean, dinner is all set and still hot. Same with the bath filled with Kiyoomi's favorite scent. And most important of all, their nest is neat and filled with both of their scented clothes.

The door knob rattles as a key is inserted, but Atsumu's faster, opening it before the person behind can fully get it in.

"Welcome home, Omi." He greets his husband.

Kiyoomi was surprised, but recovers quick.

"I'm home." He gets in, smiling at the sight of his sweet, sweet, wife.

"Prepared something for ya." Atsumu drops to his knees before Kiyoomi, untying his shoes and replacing it with his house slippers.

"Yeah? What is it?" Kiyoomi nuzzles on Atsumu's hair as he stands.

"Just something simple." Atsumu gives him a peck on the lips. "Bath or dinner?" He asks, wrapping his arms around Kiyoomi.

"I think bath first. I feel gross." Kiyoomi scrunches his nose, which Atsumu kisses.

"Alright then." Atsumu pulls him up to their room, taking his bag and unbuttoning his shirt for him. "Get in there love, I'll get ya towels and clothes."

Kiyoomi happily obliges, but not without giving his wife a kiss.

Atsumu takes his time warming up towels in the dryer and scenting Kiyoomi's favorite lounge shirt.

Meanwhile, Kiyoomi stays in the bath long enough to get his body clean and his mind to relax, but not any longer. He knows there's dinner waiting downstairs, and making a Miya's homemade food wait is a sin.

"Done?" Atsumu asks, just standing outside the bathroom, as Kiyoomi opens the door.

"Yeah." Kiyoomi's taking the towel, but Atsumu wraps it around him first, ruffling his hair with it, patting on his face, then drying the rest of him.

Kiyoomi felt so warm, not only from the towel, but from Atsumu giving him the utmost love and care one can get.

Atsumu sets the towel aside, and Kiyoomi snatches the shirt, wearing it before Atsumu can do it for him too.

"Naughty Alpha." Atsumu chuckles, squeezing Kiyoomi's cheeks together.

Kiyoomi only smiles, turning his omega around by the shoulder and giving him a back hug. "What's for dinner love?"

"You'll see. Come on."

Kiyoomi follows Atsumu to the dining hall, and was greeted with the aroma of miso soup and unagi.

Kiyoomi can't help the rumbling of his stomach.

Atsumu laughs.

"Go on Omi. It's all yours." He gently pushes Kiyoomi onto his usual chair, giving his two moles kisses before sitting himself.

"Thanks for the food." Kiyoomi mutters before digging in.

"Good?" Atsumu asks after swallowing his own food.

"The best." Kiyoomi replies, rice and eel still in his mouth.

"It better be. Asked Samu to get me some eels from his supplier in Hamamatsu. Wasas still alive when it got here."

"You killed it yourself?" Kiyoomi asks, knowing Atsumu's distaste for handling live fish.

"Nah." Atsumu scrunches his nose. "Got Samu to do it, then I did the rest."

"Good. Don't do anything you don't like."

"I won't." Atsumu smiles at him. "Don't worry."

The rest of their meal was enjoyed in relative silence, before they went to wash the dishes together.

The low hum of two toothbrushes echoes just right after, and finally, Atsumu takes Kiyoomi to their nest.

"Come here Alpha. Let's cuddle." Atsumu gets in first, opening his arms as invitation for his alpha.

Kiyoomi happily gets in, resting his head on Atsumu's chest and letting his wife cage him with his arms.

"Ya had a long a day, huh." Atsumu coos while caressing his head.

Kiyoomi hums, enjoying the warm embrace.

"My alpha's so good. Providing for me. Working nonstop just for me. The best in the world." Atsumu peppers Kiyoomi's face with kisses just as he showers him with praise.

Kiyoomi can only purr so loud, burying his face in Atsumu's neck, right where his scent gland is.

"You're so so so so good for me, alpha. I love you sooo much. Want yer pups so bad." Another litany of praises come in.

Kiyoomi feels like he's in heaven.

He wraps his legs around his wife, tightening his arms as well, trying to merge with him.

"Don't tempt me." He growls, or at least tries to. It came out more like a purr.

Atsumu chuckles, releasing his freshly baked bread and cinnamon scent.

"Go to sleep alpha, lemme take care of ya." Atsumu tightens his embrace, before giving him one last good night kiss.

Kiyoomi is only a man, made to follow his deity's words.

And so, he falls asleep, in the arms of the man he kneels for.

Ao3 here

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thero0ks · 2 years

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Castle In The Sky <Chapter 1>

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

I will update the tags as I go.

**Minors DNI. 18+ only**

Updates will be monthly.

Chapter 1: Motion Sickness

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stop hovering, Keiji is giving me attention.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m no god…” He spoke up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you just admit to reading fanfic?”

Oikawa huffed, “you get my point.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“There was, until they left with Hypnos.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Keiji will show you to your rooms.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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teamatsumu · 3 months

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primal. (miya osamu x reader)

word count: 2586

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

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

This was getting ridiculous.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What's up with you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your heart imperceptibly broke.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Osamu groaned low in response. Your thighs clenched.

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Ya sure ya want this?”

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

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

You wanted it to leave a bruise.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Feel good?”

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

“Tell me how good it feels. Tell me.”

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

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

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

“Tell me how bad ya want my knot.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do ya regret it?”

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

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

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

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mavrintarou · 24 days

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This is fucken pathetic, screw you!”

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

Blinking, Atsumu was shocked at what had just happened.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But they were friends, roommates for three years.

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

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

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

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

“Truth or dare, ‘Tsumu?”

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

“Why are you so uptight?”

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

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

“Truth or dare, Y/n?”

“Truth,” she answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or at least Atsumu tried to.

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

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

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

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

His eyes narrowed as he looked at Y/n.

“Atsumu.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Feels?...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Breed her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They didn’t need to.

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

The minute passing was only making Atsumu anxious.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was undeniable that Atsumu was all she wanted.

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

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

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

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

But she needed to put an end to it.

Whatever they were doing was unhealthy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Craving, tenderness, and fatigue.

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

But how? Atsumu has never knotted her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Atsumu’s bare ass. He was completely naked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And he will happily oblige.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He dropped his head beside her and muttered an apology.

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

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

“Atsumu, look at me.”

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

“My eyes, Atsumu, look at me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

. . .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years

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Haikyu!

Headcannons 2

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

Lgbtqia+ friendly 👉🏻🏳️‍🌈

High-school Teams

Karasuno 🪶

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

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

Being Nishinoya's Boyfriend: Introduction to Grandfather 🏳️‍🌈

Saeko Tanaka with a Soft Girlfriend 🏳️‍🌈

Polyship with Daichi and Suga 🏳️‍🌈

Being Karasuno's Manager: Manager is an Artist

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

Being Karasuno’s Manager: Kageyama’s Crush

Being Karasuno’s Manager: Miss Manager likes to Bake

Being Karasuno’s Manager: Yaku falls for Miss Manager

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

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

Shiratorizawa 🦅

Being Shiratorizawa's Manager: Manager Falls Asleep on Ushijima

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

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

Being Shiratorizawa's Manager: Manager with an Ampulated Leg

Ushijima YN: Measuring Up to Your Twin, Ushijima Wakatoshi

Being Shiratorizawa’s Manager: Trip to the Beach

Nekoma 🐈

Being Nekoma's Manager and Dating Yaku Morisake

New girl at Nekoma: Kuroo’s Crush

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

Being Nekoma’s Emo Manager

Fukurodani 🦉

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

Polyship with Washio and Konoha 🏳️‍🌈

Inarizaki 🦊

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

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

Being Atsumu's Girlfriend: You Are Insecure

Being Inarizaki's Manager: Dating Osamu Miya

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

Cooking class: meeting Single Dad! Osamu

Being Inarizaki’s Manager: Miss Manager Breaks her Hand

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

Being Inarizaki’s Manager: Manager Defends Inarizaki

Seijoh/Aoba Johsai 👑

Being Seijoh's Manager: Dating Terushima

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

Being Seijoh's Manager: Kyoutani YN dating Terushima

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

Being Seijoh's Manager: Dating Matsukawa

Being Seijoh’s Manager: Having a Crush on Yahaba

Being Seijoh’s Manager: Dating Shinji Watari

Being Seijoh’s Manager: Manager is a Bookworm

Date Tech 🧱

Johzenji

Tsubakihara

Being Tsubakihara’s manager

Nohebi 🐍

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

Kuroo Yn: Dating Daishou

Itachiyama

Kamomedai

Being Kamomedai's Manager and Dating Izuru Nozawa

Being Kamomedai’s Manager: Korai Hoshiumi’s Crush

Timeskip! Teams

MSBY 🐺

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

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

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

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

Being MSBY's Manager: Period Troubles

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

Being Sakusa's Wife: YN is pregnant

Gifting your husband boudoir photos featuring MSBY

Breaking Through: Future Mrs. Sakusa

Dating Beach Volleyball Star Shoyo Hinata

New Nail Day with MSBY

Schweiden Adlers

Gifting your husband boudoir photos featuring the Adlers

EJP Raijin

Being EJP’s Manager: Suna’s Crush

Sendai Frogs

Team Japan

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

Oikawa YN: Manager of Team Japan

Being Team Japan’s Manager: Happy Birthday Manager!

Being Team Japan’s Manager: Trip to the Bookstore

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

Being Team Japan’s Manager: Manger is Stressed

Being Team Japan’s Manager: Future Mx. Iwaizumi

Being Team Japan’s Manager: Manager into crafts

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

Multiple Team/Character Headcannons

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

Polyship with Oikawa and Atsumu 🏳️‍🌈

Polyship with Kuroo and Bokuto 🏳️‍🌈

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

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

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

Mini Headcannons

FWB! Atsumu (mild smut)

Potentially Triggering Headcannons

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

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

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haveyoureadthisfanfic · 2 months

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Summary: Sakusa Kiyoomi is a professional volleyball player, one of the best spikers in all of Japan, and an omega. If he's concerned, the last of which shouldn't matter in any conceivable way. But it does, inescapably so - in more ways now than he ever thought it could. Miya Atsumu is maybe the crappiest alpha he's ever met in his life - shit personality with a scent to match. Something about him just gets under Sakusa's skin, but he's professional enough to get by. They're teammates after all. Just teammates - until they aren't. - Or, Atsumu accidentally bonds with Sakusa during a hookup, and everything spirals from there.

Author: @beebeverage

#official fic poll #haveyoureadthisfic #pollblr #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom culture #internet culture #tumblr polls #fandom poll #(Team)mates Reluctantly #haikyuu #sakuatsu #skts

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tsumukono · 1 year

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Havent post for long while, sorry

All pics a for my sweet husband kita/bf, Love my sweet caring alpha, cant image better Lover then him, from christmas gift to spoiling him till valentine bit saucy pics 💞💞

He deserve all the Love 💞💞

#haikyuu #atsumu miya #yaoi haikyuu #haikyuu kita #kita shinsuke #kita x atsumu #rare ship #yaoi couple #digital art #haikyuu roleplay #haikyuu fanart #haikyuu omegaverse #alpha kita shinsuke #omega atsumu mya #kitaatsu

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xkaidaxxxx · 18 days

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Masterlist

last update: May, 13, 2024 1:26am

not sure which ones are Nsfw the mentions with show it !

JJK

Megumi

Love story

Almost getting caught using a vibrator nsfw

Megumi x Chubby reader Pt.1

Megumi x Chubby reader Pt.2

Sexist Megumi No No

Itadori

Pregnancy NSFW

Yuji x Chubby reader

Hidden love

Gojo

Gojo’s Best friend Y/n nsfw

A person worth loving

In between Gojo’s legs nsfw

Kid’s Murder ft.Gojo

Nanami

Husband Nanami x fiancée ft. Gojo

Geto

Kid's Murder ft. Gojo

Multiple

Taking V card away

Miscarriage

Gojo and Nanami cheating

MHA

Aizawa

Kidnapped Daughter

Hawks

Fake love pt.1

Fake love pt.2

Dabi

Villain's Love pt.1

Villain's Love pt.2

Villain's Love pt.3

Murderers in love Nsfw

Shoto

Let’s meet up online date Nsfw, Fluff

Bakugou

Y/n’s a liar?

Eligible Bakugou

Unbelievable

Denki

Denki’s Party! nsfw

YU-GI-OH

Jack Atlas

Royalty nsfw

Jack Atlas confessed

Alpha Atlas x Omega reader

Yusei Fudo

Yusei Fudo found you

Yusei x Chubby reader pt.1

Yusei x Chubby reader pt.2

Joey Wheeler

Survive nfw

Avatar the last air bender

Aang

Aang x Chubby reader

Aang x Platonic reader

Zuko

Zuko x Chubby reader pt.1

Zuko x Chubby reader pt.2

Zuko Betrayal

Azula

Second Chance

Attack on Titan

Levi

Before the Rumbling

Eren

Before the Rumbling nsfw

Haikyuu

Oikawa

Oikawa and his hidden girl

Miya Atsumu

Shitty practice nsfw

kuroo tetsuro

The man

Multiple

Alpha Kuroo Omega reader Alpha Oikawa

#fanfiction #anime #anime and manga #fanfic

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vampyrsutton · 1 year

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Bloom for Me

Summary:

This couldn't seriously be the first time he was smelling Atsumu's scent, right?

Ao3 Tags:

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Sakusa Kiyoomi, Omega Miya Atsumu, Blooming, Rutting, Mating Cycles/In Heat, 69 (Sex Position), Oral Sex, Rimming, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Choking, Biting, Mating Bites, Banter, Dirty Talk, Hair-pulling, Post-Time Skip

Notes:

For SakuAtsu Omegaverse Week 2023!

Trope: Blooming AU: Roommates

This was hell.

It had to be.

He was around Miya at practice damn near all week, but it's being made to share a hotel room that does him in?

Seriously?

Okay, to be fair, practice included professional grad scent patches from presentation onward, but this couldn't seriously be the first time he was smelling Atsumu's scent.

"Omi-Omi?" Atsumu frowns in concern now instead of the cocky smirk he had a minute ago when getting out of the shower and letting his scent out before the fan could suck it away. "Ya good?"

He was not.

He absolutely was not.

The second the setter's star anise and pomegranate scent followed him out of the bathroom, Sakusa almost doubled over from the force of it.

He's panting as he looks up at the omega with hazy eyes, mahogany trying to leak out of his own patches. "Get out, Miya. Now ."

Atsumu scoffs, thinking Sakusa's just being a dick. "What the fuck gives ya the right-"

"I'm serious, Miya." Sakusa snaps, fangs starting to drop and making Atsumu freeze. "Get out. Go hide in Hinata's room or a bathroom or something, but you need to get the fuck out."

Atsumu just stands there stunned as he takes in the alpha's appearance and Sakusa starts eyeing the door himself as he sees the pieces start falling into place with a shit-eating grin.

"Omi-Omi, are you by chance bloomin' for me?" Atsumu smirks as he goes back to drying his hair and ruffling his scent around more.

"Fuck off, Miya." Sakusa snarls, eyes darker than usual as his pupils overtake his irises and he has to swallow the drool trying to collect in his mouth. "I'm trying to not be a knothead. Get the hell out." His voice is starting to take on a growling quality.

He's shocked speechless when he watches pupils overtake gold and starts to smell blueberry muffins.

"Flirtin' with ya fer years an' all I had ta do fer a possible in was takin’ a shower, huh?" Atsumu smirks, still allowing the alpha his space no matter how much he wants to get closer. "Shoulda known the way ta yer heart was soap."

Sakusa blinks, raging hormones seemingly screeching to a halt with the rest of him as he tries to process what he's just heard. "You-…You were flirting with me? …For years?!"

"Since high school, yeah." Atsumu shrugs, giving the spiker space as he walks around him to get the toothbrush he had come out for in the first place. "Thanks fer finally noticin'."

Another blink as his mind races to shove every possible instance to the forefront. He also recalls several locker room conversations. "…In my defense, I built my entire image on 'Fuck off' and you actively brag about yours being 'Fuck me'."

Atsumu snorts, shaking his head. "Okay, fair enough. Was also a partial tactic change of 'fingers crossed he either gets jealous or curious'." Teasing eyes turn back to Sakusa. "Any chance I can spark the second option?" He asks, giving the alpha the opening to properly tell him to fuck off if he still wants to.

Sakusa makes a face, panting as he tries to think this through. "…We have games tomorrow. We can't afford to have both of us out. Especially not our setter."

Atsumu scowls at the wall. "Think ya can keep yer alpha in line long enough fer me ta brush my teeth an' think?"

Sakusa looks down at where he's already clawing the carpet with a scowl of his own. "Close the door and maybe I can hold myself back. Take your phone with you though in case you have to call the others to get you because I'm probably going to jump you the second you're out-the mating scent is not helping!" The alpha growls, reaching over to toss Atsumu his phone on his way past.

Atsumu just smirks, thoroughly amused by the usually prickly but otherwise stoic alpha being so close to losing his cool even if it was hopefully going to end at the expense of his walking privileges. "Will do fer the backup, yer outta luck on the scent." He snickers, closing the bathroom door with a yelp when a snarl is suddenly much closer. "Okay! Sorry! Damn! I'll stop pokin' the bear! Just don't go breakin' shit!"

There's a huff on the other side of the door, but Sakusa does in fact move away leaving Atsumu to sigh and start texting their coach and captain for advice as he brushes his teeth. It takes exactly one text and one confirmation of the situation for Forster to call him to start figuring this out and all Atsumu can do is sigh around the toothpaste in his mouth as he's scolded for not bringing new patches into the bathroom with him for when he was done.

"Yes, - spit - coach. Not my brightest moment, but I'm used ta roomin' with Sho-kun,- gargle - an' scoldin' me isn't gonna fix the problem now so do I need ta call the others or can I finally stop pinin'?" Atsumu finally huffs.

{ You ?! He's just as bad! You're both just drunk whenever he admits it and I'd almost rather ask Bokuto about Akaashi during those points." Foster scoffs with a tapping sound in the back. "That's what I'm checking now though. Just waiting for the other coaches and an official to respond. You're so lucky this is a charity tournament, maybe we can switch first bracket days with another team. …You're in luck. Raijin was out at team dinner and one of their blockers and their libero are also sick of you two. Do I want to know where their blocker got blackmail?} Foster sighs with the same tone as when his pieces of the monster generation start giving him new grey hairs. {Should the end of the week be enough?} The beta asks.

"Uhhh…" Atsumu hums, checking his shower bag and pulling out his suppressant bottle, popping one as he counts. "Yeah, we'll be good. Ruts are usually like three days an' I'll make sure he stays hydrated. Think someone can drop food an' drink off?"

{I'll send Meian around.} The coach sighs. {Use protection and all that. I better not hear about any of it.}

"Shit, uhhh, oh thank god. Yup! See ya Friday." Atsumu grins, not giving Foster a chance before he's hanging up to yell through the door. "Turn off yer phone! Suna and Komori blackmailed their coach into switchin' game days so I'm sure he's already sendin' a paragraph. …You did also originally tell me ta leave. Do ya actually want that orrrr?"

"Get out here, Miya," Sakusa growls from right outside the door.

"Meian's droppin' off food an' shit later. Can ya behave fer me ta get it when he does?" There's teasing in the blonde's voice.

Sakusa huffs, muttering something Atsumu can't hear, but both know how unpredictable rutting alphas are once they properly fall into a rut. "I'll try ."

"All I ask." Atsumu chuckles, finally unlocking the door and starting to open it. "Yer lucky I always pack condoms. My birth control should be fine, but I'm sure ya'll-" He's cut off with a yelp when he barely gets the door open before Sakusa grabs him and he's suddenly bouncing on one of the beds. "Omi!"

"So you're saying no condom is okay too?" Sakusa growls as he starts getting his shirt back off and making Atsumu's mouth run dry with the sight before he's fully blushing as the words sink in.

"Ya don't care about the mess?" Atsumu asks, not wanting Sakusa to hate him after this.

"You heard Coach." Sakusa smirks, a growl slipping further into his voice. "There's a reason he'd prefer Bokuto."

Atsumu will deny the desperate whine that rips from his throat until his dying day, but for now, he just grabs dark curls the second they're in reach to pull Sakusa into a kiss loaded with years of pining. "I shoulda asked fer details." He pants with a laugh when they break for air. "Care ta demonstrate, Alpha~ "

The snarl that rips from Sakusa makes Atsumu keen before he's pulled into another fierce kiss that makes the setter's head spin as the alpha rips his own scent patches off. Somehow the fact that he made Sakusa bloom didn't connect for him that the alpha's scent would do the same to him when he took the suppressant. It was definitely a waste of a pill because he moans as he falls hard and fast to the scent of oranges, fresh linen, and mahogany that quickly dominates his senses.

"Omi-Omi~" Atsumu slurs when the alpha starts moving down his neck. "Fuck, yer scent. Been hidin' this all this time. Fuckin' criminal offense." He manages to joke before moaning then the spiker starts sucking a hickey over his scent gland. He knows there's something he should probably ask about that, but it's completely escaping him with the rest of his logical thought.

His joke manages to get an eye-roll, but otherwise, Sakusa is entirely more focused on the sounds he's pulling from the omega and what others he could possibly get as the setter's scent reaches dizzying strength that makes his alpha howl.

"Smell amazing," Sakusa mumbles into the blonde's neck before he starts biting and sucking his way down the omega's strong chest to bite at a nipple and draw out a surprised moan. "Bet you taste like fucking heaven."

Atsumu's face is burning, wondering where this side came from in the normally prickly spiker. "Omiiii!"

Sakusa's smirk is hidden by the angle, but he knows exactly what he's doing as he plays with a now wet and sore nipple with his thumb and pointer finger. "Look at you, Miya. So pretty and strong." He squeezes as much of the omega's pec as he can to watch the blonde's blush try to reach his fingers. "I could try to break you and you'd be able to take it no problem, couldn't you?" A dark chuckle earns a whine that makes him look up to see Atsumu covering his face in embarrassment.

Well, that won't do.

Sakusa gathers the setter's hands in his with a warning growl when he sees his eyes closed. "Look at me, Miya." A head shake makes Sakusa roll his eyes before smirking again and letting some growl enter his voice now. "'Tsumu~"

Atsumu's eyes snap open in surprise before his face gets somehow hotter at the hunger in Sakusa's eyes and he whines with need. "Omi…"

"There you are." Sakusa hums, leaning forward to devour Atsumu with another mind-melting kiss. "Telling you to shut up for years and all I had to do is kiss you, huh?" The spiker teases, snickering at the setter's offended noise. "Hmm, good to know."

The implications make Atsumu try to hide again, but Sakusa still has a hold of his hands that he moves to be pinned against his lower stomach so he has nowhere to hide. "Omi!"

"Nope. Waited this long, I want to see you." Sakusa smirks as he leans in for another kiss before going back down to torturing the blonde's nipples and fighting his own boxers off with his free hand, thankful for the core strength he's developed over the years so he's not having to rest all his weight on Atsumu to do it. Sitting up to throw them to the side tells Sakusa the exact moment Atsumu sees what's about to go inside him based on the needy moan and hungry eyes trained on not his face when he looks back up.

"Omi-Omi…" Atsumu breathes before reminding Sakusa he's an athlete too as the spiker suddenly finds himself on his back with a very enthusiastic mouth suddenly on his dick, tonguing at his slit and making him throw his head back with a shout.

"Fuck, 'Tsumu!" Sakusa growls, his alpha snapping about losing control of the situation but neither he nor his dick has any complaints. "Knew that mouth had to be good for something."

Atsumu just flips him off as he works on seeing how much he can get in his mouth, gagging about three-quarters of the way down and pulling back to adjust and try again. He lets a hand slip under him to start collecting slick and opening himself up.

Sakusa notices and agrees with his alpha that he should be the only one bringing the omega pleasure as he flips them again when Atsumu comes up for air so Atsumu can still suck his dick, but he can also get at the slick already dripping from the setter's hole.

"Fuck, look at you." Sakusa hums, leaning up to bite a toned ass cheek and hear Atsumu yelp before burying his tongue between them to hear and feel him moan.

He finds himself agreeing when a taste matching the omega's scent explodes across his tongue and he lets out a deep groan as he licks deeper, letting some slick drip down so he can use it to start stroking Atsumu's cock and make him gush more slick.

"Fuck, Omi~" Atsumu whines when he comes up for air. "Yer tongue."

Sakusa smirks, working a finger in as he pulls his face back to smack Atsumu's ass when he just sits there panting, smirking when it makes the omega moan. "You started this, no slacking." He huffs before diving back in.

Atsumu whines, squirming when Sakusa's fingers reach deeper as he licks inside and sucks at his rim like a starving man. "O-mi-Omi…" He keens before moaning again when his lack of action gets another smack on the ass to get him moving again. When those long fingers find his prostate, his brain fogs over with his own heat and he moans around the cock in his mouth, having to fight his brain cell to not just fall limp and let the alpha use him. He's almost annoyed with himself. He's never like this when he heat or rut shares, what the fuck?

When a third finger joins the other two in tormenting his prostate, all remaining thoughts leave his mind so he decides he'll blame it on making each other bloom and get the alpha back for it later.

In the meantime, Atsumu purrs proudly when he finally reaches the alpha's knot, swallowing around the tip he managed to work into his throat and only gagging a little when it makes Sakusa jerk his hips with a curse before he hollows his cheeks on the way back up to do it again.

Sakusa usually has better control of himself than this, but he might as well be drunk with what Atsumu's mouth and slick are doing to his head as manages to squeeze a fourth finger in just to hear the lewd squelching the setter's slick causes. It's not long though before his alpha starts bitching at him again to breed the omega, and Sakusa is having trouble finding any sort of reason to argue as he uses his long arms and bendy wrists to drag Atsumu off his cock by blonde hair, smirking at the whine he gets.

"What? Don't want fucked?" Sakusa teases, snickering when Atsumu almost falls off the bed in his scramble to present for his alpha, barely giving the spiker a chance to remove his fingers. "That's what I thought."

"Been picturin’ it since high school." Atsumu wheezes, flushing at how wrecked his voice sounds from sucking the alpha's stupidly big cock. "Fuckin' sue me."

"Think you added a word in there," Sakusa smirks as he licks the access slick off his fingers with a moan before plunging them back in for more slick in order to hear Atsumu moan and to lube up his cock with it. "But gladly."

"How-" Atsumu is cut off by a desperate moan as Sakusa starts to sink in. "How are ya still -fuck, Omi- still such a sarcastic asshole. "

"You're no angel." Sakusa scoffs, pushing in further to watch Atsumu grip the sheets.

"Fuck ya."

"Maybe later."

Atsumu's eyes widen at the prospect, opening his mouth to ask if the alpha is serious before moaning loudly when Sakusa takes advantage of his distracted state to thrust almost all the way in and fuck he's fucking big. "OMI!"

"Fuck, should've had you lay on your back." Sakusa groans as he works the last bit in and at least has the sense to wait a second. "Bet you look so pretty screaming my name. Gonna have to make you cry on my cock next round."

Atsumu whines, somehow forgetting that it wouldn't be just the one round as he squirms. "Omi-Omi, fuck, move, please. 'M ready, Omi-Omi, please"

Sakusa hums in fake consideration, having fun toying with the omega even as his alpha eggs him to get on with it when he leans over the setter to play with his apparently very sensitive nipples until Atsumu is squirming and begging.

"Omi! Omi-Omi, please, please, please! Move! Please! Fuck me! Fuck me, please! I'll do anythin', just please!" Atsumu eventually hiccups, close to crying from how badly he needs it.

Sakusa smirks wickedly. "Promise?"

"Yes, anythin', just pleA-AH!" Atsumu moans loudly when Sakusa finally pulls almost all the way out to slam back in and starts a hard, rough pace that makes his eyes cross. "OMI!"

"I'll hold you to that," Sakusa grunts as he leans back and crosses an arm across the setter's chest to make him sit on his cock so he can pound into him and hear the omega's cries with no way for him to hide. "Fuck. Tight."

"Omiiii~" Atsumu slurs, clinging to whatever parts of the alpha he can reach as he's fucked without mercy or chance of escape. He about cums on the spot when Sakusa's other arm reaches out to cover his throat, fingers teasing at his pulse without actually applying pressure. He doesn't realize he's leaning into it until Sakusa chuckles against his shoulders.

"Want me to choke you, baby?" Sakusa hums, growl returning his voice at the thought.

Atsumu blushes down to his chest once more even as he moans. "Please. Yes, fuck, please, please, ple-"

His begging is cut off by another choked moan as Sakusa applies pressure with his finger, cutting off the blood flow at the same time he adjusts the angle of his thrusts and finds the omega's prostate. Before Sakusa can even start loosening his grip, Atsumu's cumming hard across the bed with a loud cry that rips a snarl from Sakusa as his walls spasm around his already inflating knot.

"OMIII~!" Atsumu near sobs, going limp in Sakusa's hold as the alpha adjusts to grab his hair and pull him back into a hungry kiss, awkward angle be damned.

"Fuck, 'Tsumu," Sakusa growls when he breaks for air, pulling Atsumu's head to the side to start attacking his neck with bites and bruises as he continues pounding into the setter's sensitive hole. "So fucking hot." He sucks a dark hickey above the omega's mating gland, groaning when this makes him clench around the beginnings of his rapidly inflating knot. "So fucking perfect."

Atsumu keens at the praise and attention, moaning as his—yes his , he will officially fight a bitch that tries—as his alpha continues to use his limp body as a fleshlight. "O-mi…"

"Such a perfect omega. Fuck, you're gonna look so pretty stuck on my knot. Gonna fuck you so full of cum you have to wear a plug to the game. Gonna have you begging for my pups. Have you so thoroughly fucked, you'll be addicted to my cock. Make sure it's all you can think about is presenting and being my good little cum dump-Shit!" Sakusa outwardly moans now at how tight Atsumu clenches around him at the thought. "Fuck, 'Tsumu! You like that idea, baby? Want to be my good little omega bitch?"

Atsumu whines, high-pitched and needy as he nods desperately even if it's more of a flopping of his head. "Yes…please…wanna be…wanna be good…good omega…" He mumbles, anything after being lost to his whimpers and moans as his words make Sakusa pick up speed with a snarl.

"Fuck. How are you so perfect like this? Fuck, I hope you don't remember that. I'll never hear the fucking end of it but shit, 'Tsumu….Close." Sakusa growls, knot starting to catch as he continues to mouth at Atsumu's scent gland. "Such a good omega. Perfect mate….Mine…"

The final word is said in a growl that Atsumu can feel on his back as he moans. "Yes, Omi-Omi, yes…yers. …Yer omega… Yer mate…Please alpha…yer knot…want yer knot…yer bite…Omi-Omi, please…" He whines, still generally out of it even as he's fucked back to hardness.

Sakusa growls, hand around Atsumu's chest reaching down to start stroking the omega's cock as the other keeps a tight hold of his hair. He's so close he's beyond anything but the occasional grunt and near-constant rumbling, nearly howling when his knot finally catches, forcing him to grind into the setter's tight heat a few more times before he finally cums, biting deep into Atsumu's mating gland as he fills him with rope after rope of cum. A satisfied rumble follows.

Atsumu, meanwhile, between Sakusa's hand, knot, and bite, cums a second time with a fucked out moan that quickly turns into a pathetic whine as he's stroked into oversensitivity. "Omi~"

Sakusa grunts, finally pulling his hand away to just hold Atsumu as he licks at the new mating bite on the setter's neck. "Srry…" He sounds a bit slurred, probably drunk on hormones and the omega's scent.

"All good." Atsumu mumbles, purring as Sakusa carefully maneuvers them onto their side to wait for the next wave. "I get ta bite ya next round."

"I would…hope so…" Sakusa huffs, pumping out his already changing scent to smother his new mate in it. "Would be…pissed if you didn't…" He soon makes a whining noise specific to alphas but rarely heard. "Unless you change your mind when no longer cock du-Ow! What the fuck?!" A sharp elbow to his side has him back to clarity.

"Alpha or not, if ya thought ya were getting yer knot in my ass when I didn't want it, yer a fucking idiot." Atsumu scoffs, biting at the hand that moves to flick him in retaliation.

"Brat." Sakusa huffs despite nuzzling closer.

" Yer brat." Atsumu corrects proudly.

"Unfortunately." Sakusa sighs with the most unconvincing exasperation he's ever produced.

"I can leave, and let ya finish this alo-" Further sass is cut off by a yelp as Sakusa bites him like a petulant pup not wanting their toy taken away. "Now who's the brat?!"

"Still you," Sakusa smirks, kissing the spot he just bit.

Atsumu opens his mouth to retort, but is cut off by his hair being grabbed for a proper kiss…and another…and another. Sakusa doesn't give him a chance to respond and eventually kisses his pout away too.

"Hmm, guess I was right." Sakusa eventually hums when he has Atsumu smiling cutely.

"Hmm?"

A smirk. "There are better uses for that mouth."

"OMI!"

Sakusa's probably lucky the omega's trapped on his knot, but he always did like them feisty, and Atsumu more than fits the bill.

He really is a perfect omega.

Kiyoomi's perfect omega.

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