ââ â ! â FEARLESS, STUPID
tw. a/b/o, military au, dystopian au, noncon, threesome, heat, dumbification, double penetration, patronization/ degradation, praise kink, daddy kink, dom/sub themes, choking, anal play, a lot of spit and cum, size kink, tummy bulging, mentions of human captives, kinda forced prostitution
wordcount. 9.8k
a/n. I had a lot of fun writing this one bc itâs just extremely fairycore and indulgent. heavily inspired by rhi and her incredible brain for writing the hand that feeds!!! I love that fic and have always wanted to write smt set in vaguely the same world. thank you to everyone who beta read as well I appreciate it soooo much âĄâĄ
geto suguru, kong shiu, fushiguro toji x fem!reader
The air is dry and cold, enough to hurt on the way in. Itâs cold enough for your warm air to come back out and form droplets on your nose that drip into the snow.
Your head down, crouched in the smallest shape you can make yourself, is how you find yourself drifting in and out of focus. Not only are you cold and hungry, but itâs been long enough for the scent of smoke and ash and foul, sour fear to have started losing itâs smell. You canât even expend the energy to move your head to the side and look, without getting tired. The crunching of the heavy boots in the snow is the only thing thatâs pulling you back into it. That and the occasional clang of the line of cuffs shaking around someoneâs wrists.
Itâs gone quiet now.
You wonder if others have fallen asleep. Youâre not far off yourself. When some commotion happens over by the gates, some of the uniformed figures rush to go look, feet kicking up snow as they go â Itâs a blur of shouts and orders, before the loud hum of an armored vehicle stops not too far away. Thatâs all it takes to wake you up again, and despite yourself, your arms start shaking in their place behind your back. The cold of the metal radiates all through your bones.
You realize youâre scared. Thatâs the thumping between your ears.
âLieutenant. Good evening, Sir.â
A soft, almost warm voice stands in stark contrast against the cold of the surroundings when the feet stop a few steps short of the kneeling row of people. âAt ease, soldier.â He sounds older than some of the youthful faces youâve seen here, dragging people around by their ankles to stuff them into loaded trucks. But not old. Not nearly old enough to carry the weight he does. âWhatâs all this?â the voice pivots, aimed now towards your group. A few of the women beside you uneasily shuffle in their places.
âCaptives from a raid by the fifth division this morning. They interfered with the commissionâs supply line when they tried to escape.â
You smell smoke with each breath. The man makes a soft humming noise, before he scans the row of kneeling people again. âSo why are they still here? We have plenty of mouths to feed already.â You have seen what they do with prisoners here. Just this one, long day has shown you all you need to know. Your life will be short and unnoticed, and if youâre lucky, you wonât go through hell before youâre shot between your eyes. The cold air makes clouds in front of your face, as the steam rises above the snow into the black night. âBeta's?â
âYes, Sir.â
You strain your neck to tilt your head up. Youâre not sure why you do it. Maybe itâs the wrongful association of that voice, smooth and lithe and easy- with the pain youâve witnessed. You donât have much hope of making it out, and though you could beg, youâre not even sure if they see you as human enough to consider a plea a plea. Your eyes glide up the perfectly fitted suits, dark gray and gold until you find the face of the leaderâ and startle. Long, black hair is tied into a sloppy bun in his neck, and long bangs almost hide one eye from view.
But the eyes are striking and sharp and long lashes frame them against pale skin, and you canât look away when his lips form the words. âSo, kill them.â His cigarette burns bright orange when he takes another pull.
The younger of the two only lets out the briefest breath. â...Yes, Sir.â
The fear makes the pitched whimper get stuck in your throat, and more puffy clouds drift out of your lips when you start to shuffle in a panic. Not fight, you donât ever fight. The man turns on his heel. And youâre not the only one, as soon cries and sniffles and the petrified glances only set you off more. Your eyes drop to the muddied, dirty patches of snow that the cars drove through, the people around the camp; as your stomach turns and your bottom lip starts to wobble. You knew this is how youâd turn out.
As soon as they put the cuffs on and tossed you onto the ground to wait⊠your own whimpering just melts into that of the others, but peaks when a hand grabs you by the hair and yanks you up, then lifts you by your arm. âNo, no, stop!â The girls around you start screaming too, one grabbing at your arms to pull you back down. But the soldier doesnât hesitate to kick her in the nose, as you cry, trembling like a kitten picked up by her neck.
Everyoneâs scared for themselves, but theyâre scared for you too, and you for them. âStop, please! Please!â They cry. The blood thumping between your ears makes it hard to focus on anything but the painful grip on you, and the disgusted face of the man before you. When you donât make any effort to fight, he drops you back down into the cold snow, and instead aims the long barrel of his gun straight at you.
You canât even look away, as your heart rate slows. As you watch the small snowflakes come from the sky to meet you.
âWait.â The voice returns when he stops halfway to the car, and makes your eyes shoot up to find his face, as shivers roll down your back. You know youâre stinking up the place, as the placating hands of the girls around you reach to brush fingers. Itâs not much, but allows you to take a sniveling breath. âThis oneâs an Omega⊠Settle down, soldier. Weâre not trying to hurt, are we?â The buzzcutâs eyes widen slightly, maybe as he takes a first good look at you and notices the smaller frame, big doe-like eyes, the softer set of your face and demeanor. Just as quickly as he gives you another up and down, he steps aside and lowers his heavy-duty gun back to the ground.
The older one takes a step back towards you. Your face must be windbitten, lips cracked and cold and stained with tears where you sit, but the noiret doesnât falter as he drops into a squat before you. His face breaks out into a soft smile, and his hand rises to brush along your cheek, avoiding the black eye as he goes. âYouâre a rare find. You on blockers?â Not enough recent ones to keep out all of the scent, clearly.
Itâs not a question that needs answering, but as his thumb brushes over your lip, you find yourself giving the smallest nod. Gently, careful not to make any harsh movements. He does the same when he helps you right yourself back onto your knees, and then gives you a slow, calculated trace with his ocean-dark, silvery eyes. âSmart. We almost missed out on you with all the Beta stench.â A small furrow worms between his brows. âAre there others?â He asks, and then gives a swift continuation. âDonât lie. If you lie Iâll know.â
Your voice cracks when you start. âI- If I tell you- what will happen to them?â
With only the slightest bit of hesitation, he seems to mull it over. Sharp, angular features soften just a bit as he draws his hand back from your face to run it under his nose instead. And whatever he smells must soothe the urge to get angry at being questioned, because his cheeks push up genially until his eyes are practically just moons. âHowâs this? Iâll be fair, after hearing whatever information you have.â The anxiety ebbs and flows as you look to the faces at your side, then swallow.
Your heart hammers wildly in your chest. You have no reason to lie. Thereâs no one left that didnât get shot as they ran⊠You clear your strained voice with a tight cough. âI- this is all thatâs left. Thereâs no one else. We had people who escaped before you even closed in. B-but there werenât any Omegaâs left, the last raid already took them all. Thatâs all I know.â You try to keep your bottom lip from wobbling as you talk, ignoring the cold of the tears that are now freezing on your lashes.
Those dark, unrelenting eyes donât waver as you speak, and you canât help but wonder what it is he sees. Surely he knows, you wouldnât need to lie. Just as you start getting anxious at the silence, he gets up from the floor, before dusting impatient hands over his pristine jacketâ and a saccharine smile slips back onto his lips as he waves a hand. âBring the Omega.â You jump when the soldier from earlier immediately starts yanking at your chains, but thatâs it. Itâs not in your nature to fight back. Then the Lieutenant walks back to the car as another opens it for him, and casts a final glance your way.
The smile doesnât fall when he shifts that gaze to the side, and sucks his teeth. âKill the monkeys.â
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Thereâs nothing more embarrassing than having to fight your nature at every turn. Youâre confronted with it more than youâve ever been before, when they drag you across the cold tiles with your legs kicking, tears rolling in thick beads down your face and neck. Youâre not a fighter. Youâre not made for it. At every chance, your body chooses the easiest way out, oblige now, suffer later. Even when your mind screams at you to run, bite and kick and escape â you stay down. Cold metal slices into the tender and sore skin of your wrists when they yank you up another few feet, before dropping you onto the floor next to the makeshift desk.
Youâre sniveling like a child. The man behind the desk looks at the several soldiers who stay put, before lifting an eyebrow.
âLieutenant Geto says youâre to clean her up for processing.â One of the men sighs, before glaring down at you with a tight-lipped frown. It sets the hairs on your neck on end to feel such blatant displeasure from an Alpha.
The lighter haired young man stands from the chair at that, and gives you a quick once over. âFor the barracks or to be sent to the commission?â He smiles when you look up at him, gentler, then places a warm hand on the top of your head to start soothing you. Itâs enough to make your lip wobbly. The little bit of warmth isnât enough⊠but it feels so nice. So good, to have a caring touch.
One of the other soldiers takes the heavy strap off his shoulder to put the gun down, and grunts. âNeither.â His top lip lifts into a scowl as he glares at the corner of the room, before turning to look down at you too. âPersonal pick, I heard.â
The other soldier remains at the door, but clicks his tongue. âAnd weâre supposed to keep our mouths shut about it.â
âYou ever had an Omega?â The one asks the other, nervously grinding his gun in circles. âI havenât. Yet weâre going to war for âem⊠Only for pompous pricks to get first pick of the litter because theyâre bold enough not to report to the commission.â The soldier grins without any amusement from across you, and you canât help but hide more into the leg of the man whoâs still touching you kindly. âGoinâ to war for pussies like yours⊠must make you something real special, right? But youâre unreported. Whatâs keeping me from just⊠taking you for myself?â Then he looks between the two other men. âIâm even willing to share between the three of us if youâd help out. Keep some things quiet.â
âYou said the Lieutenant picked her out because he liked her, right?â The lighter haired man runs his free hand through his undercut, then leans down to lift you under your arms and get you onto tired legs against him. âMeans you got something in return for keeping a secret already.â Heâs all wired muscle under the uniform he wears, and wraps his arm around the small of your back before picking you up entirely. âDonât do something stupid. Thereâs no place to keep her where some officer wouldnât smell her anyway. Canât keep her under your mattress like a pack of cards, can you?â He starts walking you towards the doors of a presumed bathroom without complaining, even though the other guy clicks his tongue.
âItadori. You think youâre helping out just being another dog for the commission?â
âInstead of a thief?â He pushes the door open with one hand, already walking through. âGo get your free drinks or cigarettes or whatever he promised you, and do your job. Iâm doing mine.â
The door falls shut with a loud noise behind you both, and you suck your bottom lip into your mouth. Your arms wrap a little tighter around his neck. âT-Thank you.â
His grey eyes find yours, before he smiles again. Softer. Heâs an Alpha too, but must come into contact with your kind more frequently. He feels gentler to the touch when he speaks. âDonât thank me yet.â Then he deposits you in a stained, old bathtub, and sighs before grabbing the showerhead. âLetâs get you cleaned up first. Ranking officers like their girls extra clean.â When you donât move, he goes to take off your dirty shirt, and you only shiver in place as it happens.
After a few seconds of silence where he brushes fingers over the unmarked stretch of your neck, you swallow tightly. âYou canât let me go, can you?â
Itadori turns up the water until itâs warm, and his brows flatten. ââŠNo. Iâm here to do a job. Iâm sorry.â You believe him. Doesnât make you feel any better, though.
+
The cot is barely big enough for you, and the cold from the floor radiates up through the ratty, old mattress into you. But itâs still better than sleeping in the bed where Geto sleeps, where he can get his hands all over you, hold you, cling to you. Youâre glad that the Lieutenant doesnât particularly care whether or not you shy back away from him for the night, as long as you donât act up when he wants you close. Itâs an unwritten contract he likes to pretend you have. As if you werenât forced into it. As if you had any choice.
The starchy sheets are cold too, they leave you shivering more than sleeping. When you walk through the halls youâre cold and barefoot and uncomfortable, but when youâre here youâre colder, naked and more uncomfortable.
You donât know that much about the army. You donât know that much about other things either, but you know that Omegaâs are few and far in between. You know they go for lots of money, money that even Geto doesnât have. You know that heâs using you to your full potential before his higher-ups find out, and that too much commotion would draw attention of the commission. Attention you donât want. When your teeth start chattering, the man in the large bed, with the soft pillows and body heat calls.
Says your name like he means it. Like he likes to whisper to get under your skin- holding your life between slim fingers. He sighs. âCome. Get into bed. I canât sleep when youâre not sleeping. And youâre not going to sleep when youâre shivering to death.â
âIâll sleep,â you softly assure, pull your thin blanket closer. Your feet are cold and the room isnât dark enough for it to actually happen. But you can pretend.
âIâm not asking.â You know heâs not. Maybe itâs because the alarm clock is showing an ungodly hourâ and heâs tired. It wouldnât be the first time his boot meets your cheek when you whine too much, displease him in ways Geto doesnât like. âCome.â
He yawns when opening the blankets, waves you closer. An Alpha demands, and your lungs ache to follow the order. It physically hurts to resist. Your thin layer of tears sit on your waterline for a while before you shift. Slip across the room naked, and crawl into the bed under his arm. âThatâs a good petâŠâ The panes of his chest are warm enough to have you melting like ice into his shape and mold yourself to him. Itâs in the weight of his arm over your waist as he pulls you in close. Tethers you. You want to be and stay mad. Frightened.
Itâs just⊠Getoâs scentâs become one you can bury yourself into. Your hands ball against his chest, and the fingers he presses into your hips stray down.
Your breathing hitches at the touch, and your stomach seems to want to crawl up into your mouth when he spreads your legs apart. âIâm hardly the worst one here. Get used to it already. People here are frustrated. Many of them havenât had an Omega in years.â His rough fingertips slide between your legs and trace over the raw, achy mess he made of you not hours before. Itâs sticky and uncomfortable, and you jerk when he rather impatiently starts thumbing your clit. It hurts- enough to make your face scrunch as you hide it into his pecks. âYou donât even know how lucky you are that Iâve kept you to myself.â
You do know that, though. Youâve passed by some of the barracks further away from the officer buildings. Youâve smelled the Omega fear, the blood and sweat and ruts; or what itâs like for a person to beg for a moment of reprieve. You have not a scratch on you, and you should be more grateful than you are. That youâre not taking a whole divisionâs sexual frustration to keep them from killing each other. When his fingers slide the wetness, remnants of slick and cum back into you and force your pussy to stretch again- you start sniffling against him. âI know I am,â you whimper, biting your lip. Itâs not enough to just be this. You canât just lay and wish for it all to go away. You have to be a participant, or Geto might switch you out.
As you whimper, swallowing back the tears- he presses his lips against your forehead. âCanât help but cry? Poor baby.â He grinds the fleshy part of his palm against your pussy, breathing against you. âTell me what it feels like.â
âI- Feels- b-big,â you choke out, twitching when his fingers curl into you and fuck deeper until they stroke much deeper than your own. The coldness fades a little when he rolls you over onto your back and gets on top, pinning you with his thigh. âGeto-sama- Please stop, Iâm still- sore. It- it hurts really bad.â
With a slight frown, he pulls his fingers out of you and wipes them on your thigh, before sighing. Your eyes crack open at the lack of touch. His long black hair falls down over his shoulders, as he holds himself above youâ and stares at you for a moment too long. One where he seems to consider your feelings at least a little, for once, brushing his clean thumb along your neck and shoulder. âIâm going back to the front soon. Do you know what that means?â
Youâre not sure if itâs meant to be patronizing⊠but you donât know. The wet, cold numbness that returns to your cunt is an unexpected unease. You wanted to stop. You did. But when he sits back on his heels and looks at you for a few seconds in abject silence, the distance feels too far. Geto comes back to you with a furrowed brow, before a line of kisses is pressed along your jaw and neck, where he takes a deep breath and makes your entire body purr. âMeans youâll be passed on to some other scum.â He almost growls when he says it, urges your one leg over his thigh to make room.
âI put in a good word that if I come back youâll come back to me- butâŠâ His sharp eyes find yours blown out and dark, as he pulls you closer to his hips and rolls himself against you. His hard cock- heâs always hard when youâre in his bed, bops as he grabs himself and pumps a few achingly slow strokes. A translucent drop of precum drops to your pussy, and he spits on his hand and your pussy for good measure. âIâll be two months without this soft Omega cunt squeezing me to sleep.â As he groans and slides the flushed head of his cock against you, he presses his weight into you again. âLet me use you. Or see what fucking happens.â
+
The hearth burns at the far end of the pristine, wooden room. Enough to make your hands clammy, shifting yourself back and forth between both legs- before glancing up to Geto once more. He looks more pampered today. Standing straight with only his fingers looped loosely around your arm. For a split second you wonder if youâd be able to make it down the marble set of stairs and across the courtyard into the shallow bushesâ but itâs only a moment. Not more than a brief hope that instantly gets snuffed out when the heavy doors slide open, and a deep grunt passes by you both.
Geto salutes, the man does not. He only clears his voice with a mix of impatience and -tobacco, probably, before motioning his head towards the desk. âLieutenant, what can I do for you?â His voice is frighteningly low, more rumble and bass than anything else, and sets the hairs on your arms on end.
His half-lidded eyes flick from the man beside you, ever so swiftly to you, then back. Face blank, uncaring. You stumble when Geto takes a few steps forward, basically dragging you behind him towards the chairs. When he lets you go, he gives you a look, and so you sit. Hands folding in your lap to keep them from picking at the edges of your clothing.
Or lack thereof. Thereâs a clean gold plate with the name Shiu Kong engraved at the very front of the desk, staring back at you. Your Alpha doesnât hesitate to sit down too. âMajor General Kong, Sir. A pleasure as always. Youâve lost some weight?â
âHardly,â the man shoots right back, unfazed. âYou can lay off the flattering.â
Geto and the stranger seem to converse with their eyes for a moment, before your owner gets comfortable in the velvet chair beside you, and hangs his arms over the back with a slight smile. The other man doesnât bother to sit in his own chair across from you, instead just bending to get out one of the no-doubt expensive cigarettes, and lighting it. The smoke travels in slow, winding circles up to the ceiling as he hums. âSo, the Omega. Yâ want to buy her?â
âIâd like her returned to my possession with the least amount of scratches when I get back, Sir.â
âWeâre in a war, Suguru.â The man takes a short puff of his cigarette again, before putting his foot onto the chair and leaning in just barely. Dark, grayish eyes narrow. âYou canât pick out playthings at your whim. We have rules about these sorts of things.â The ash goes into the overfull ashtray, before those irises find you where youâre still slumped in the too-big chair. Almost amused, he lets out a bit of air through his nose, before punctuating his words with another drag. âHigher ranks get first picks, but if youâre gone, youâll have to share. She looks healthy, young. Girls like that go for a lot of money these days.â
âI understand, Sir.â Getoâs smile doesnât slip though, not even when he takes one of your hands and pulls until you get up. With his prompting, you instead sit back down on his lap instead, and the noiret hooks his chin over your shoulder when he strokes your thigh. You duck your head in shame. âItâs just that- sheâs more of an indoor pet. Iâd like to keep it that way, if possible.â His other hand winds under your chin to nudge it back up into view, as you shiver. Watch the attention of the superior officer linger just a second on the way your shirt falls around your hips.
Getoâs. âYou have a mansion not too far from the front, as I understand it? And due to surely unfortunate consequences, your last Omega⊠broke.â His voice gleams as he says the words, and they seem to wind like a coiled spring around your neck. âIâm more than willing to part with mine for a while, if I could have a guarantee sheâd be close by. Used sparingly.â You donât know enough about the army to know if Shiu Kong has the kind of strings that Getoâs presuming he hasâ but you donât really dare complain. The silence drags; before it crumbles into pieces when a slight relaxation pulls at the older manâs lips, cocking his head.
âHave her stand.â
You do, spurred on by the quick pat to your thigh and a winning smile, eyes fluttering as you trace the patterns on the floor. As the presence of the older Alpha fills your senses and he circles around you too close, he smells of smoke and a deep, woody musk that could bring you to your knees if you werenât so used to it by now. After a round where his finger patiently brushes past your most valued features, he takes your face into his palm and forces your eyes up. Until you can no longer ignore the handsome face ducking down to meet your gaze.
You whimper. Let your face get turned here and there before he takes the end of the cig from between his lips, and addresses you directly. âYou got a name?â
âY-yes.â You stumble out, basically whispering it when he stares like that. He doesnât have a kind face like Geto does, you notice, more angular, stubbled, at least a decade older too. You find yourself reaching for Getoâs hand despite knowing better, if only to have something to cling to as you blink away nervous jitters, and excess tears that are always ready to spill. Your bare feet shuffle against the carpet below.
Whatever he sees staring back at him is enough for his fingers to drop to your collar, dragging it either side with a grunt. âItâs some skill to find an unmated, pretty, little Omega hidden from the commission, Lieutenant⊠One would almost call it suspicious.â Thereâs a hint of amusement, one he pushes out alongside the butt of the cig. As if he knows heâs in, Suguru stands from the chair to put a comforting hand on your back and rubs circles through the flimsy fabric of his oversized shirt, tucking his thumb into the loose boxers youâre wearing below.
âI just get lucky, Sir. Omegaâs delivered to the commission lose their charm too quickly, sâall.â
Shiuâs eyes give you another slow up and down, then he clicks his tongue. âSo, what do you want in return for this present?â
âNothing at all, really.â The hand pulls you into his side to nuzzle along your neck for some extra show, where he nibbles at the sensitive spotâ makes you whimper like a bitch in heat. Itâs loud enough for the other man to eat you up whole with his eyes, puffing out his chest a little to push off the desk. The swift hand wrapped around you gives you an adoring squeeze, before Suguru pouts into your temple like heâs parting with a prized possession. âJust that I get her back once Iâm done with my service at the front in a few months.âÂ
âDone.â Shiu busies himself with the bottle of expensive looking liquor, before casting you another glance. âDress her in some actual clothes though, will ya? She already attracts enough attention as is.â
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You stare at the fogged-up window with your duvet tucked to your chest, and breathe a few shallow breaths. Thereâs soldiers running up and down the camp, tucking their caps low against the biting wind. You only bother to follow one of them with your eyes, light hair peeking out from under the hat as he runs his laps. Instead of lingering on the thought, you shiver when a heavy, muscular arm pulls you around your waist and down into the bed. Shiuâs quick to let out a grunt, before opening his eyes and hooking his chin over your shoulder to nose at your neck. âYouâre goinâ into heat soon?â
You barely dare shift when his stubble tickles your throat, and a few rough kisses get placed right over your pulse. âProbably. I-Iâll- ah-â His hand wraps around the base of your neck as he starts sucking on the sore skin, where bruises still sit from yesterday. Youâre not sure if itâs his hands wrapped around your neck that caused it, or the way he bullied his cock way too deep into your throatâ but youâre so sore. âIâll need heat blockers for a while.â
âMh,â he smells like tobacco. And a heavy, manly musk thatâs so overwhelmingly Alpha. Itâs distracting. It melts your tongue to the bottom of your teeth. âNo need. Weâre far enough away here that they wonât smell you. Or if they do, they canât do anything about it anyway.â You blank, only to mewl and curl away when his lips and tongue rakes over a particularly sore spot, making your toes curl.
âBut- b-but I,â you stutter, and one hand comes up to protect your scent gland from him as he gets up onto one arm to get on top of you. You havenât gone through a proper heat in forever. It wasnât ever safe even with just Betaâs aroundâ you barely even remember what it feels like. Only that it hurts so bad it could make you sick. âBut I donât want to go into heat. It hurts.â
Shiu stops his barrage on your neck to frown at you, as he nudges your legs aside for his own thick thighs. One eyebrow raises at you like youâre dumb. âIt doesnât hurt when Iâm here to breed you full, little girl.â He scans your face as he keeps pushing your one knee to your chest, before his mouth flattens out. âYou donât know that? Youâve never had an Alpha cock in here during heat?â Itâs embarrassing. Itâs so embarrassingâ the way he eyes you like youâre some sort of idiot. Itâs not like you had the privilege of trying it out before all this, hiding like a mouse. âAw, baby girl. Youâre so sweet.â
It doesnât sound like a compliment.
âDaddyâll have to teach you.â His large hand forces itâs way between your legs to squeeze your cunt and make you squirm under him, before he finally sits back and pushes the covers off, revealing the battle-worn body. âBut not right now. Get up and go wash. Weâre having company over.â
Your mouthâs dry, so you swallow tightly. âWho?â Your legs still tingle even when he gets out of bed, a little numb, a little achy.
âA⊠friend, I guess.â He picks out one of the cigarettes on the side table after putting on a shirt, and plops it between his lips. âYou wonât like him.â
With sweat rolling down your neck, you stumble across the steam-coated tiles and grab onto the sink. Shaking like youâre ill. You definitely feel that way. It makes your entire skin feel statically charged, and sore, and so painfully needy. As soon as you take another step, you almost immediately topple over, legs trembling despite yourself. Thereâs no better sign than the dry feeling in your throat, and the way a whimper threatens to escape you with every move.
So you do all you can, and start tearing up as you wrap a towel around yourself. Even your own innocent touch feels too much, and you hurry through the process to barely manage pulling on a top and some panties, before your body refuses to oblige. You want to cry. Why did this have to happen now? Why here? Shiu hasnât been bad to you, but he also isnât particularly gentle. You didnât want to go through heat at all. âMh-mn, need- agh.â You whine thoughtlessly, as you wobble to the door.
Thereâs a swell of voices from down the hallâ talking that doesnât last long before falling quiet as you make your way to the bed. Youâre so hot that itâs hard to keep your eyes open, your thighs rubbing uncomfortably as you walk. Thick, almost sticky tears wobble on your waterline, and the heat in your stomach sinks right into your center the more of the room you take in. Itâs not your fault - everywhere you look it stinks of Alpha musk. Thick and overpowering to your flighty brain, it makes you want to keel over onto fours. You really are just a bitch in heat, and that is embarrassing too.
Makes you want to curl up onto a solid chest and let yourself get bounced onto his cock like a ragdoll.
It takes so much of your effort to drag yourself to the pillowed surface that you fail to hear the steps coming closer, let alone control that youâre scenting up the entire top floor when you crawl in and your pussy starts clenching around nothing. Youâre mewling faint nothings as you stuff your face into the blanketsâ and smell only him. Heavy on your wet tongue.Â
âAgh, I- Al-pha, I need- it hurts. It hurts, I want you~â With your chest to the bed and your legs raised up, you just feel like you need toâ to get filled up to the brim to make this aching stop. âMhmm-ugh, please, pleas- need you, Shiu~â Slickâs already coating your pussy enough to slip right in, wet like the spit in your mouth that gathers under your tongue. Your headâs so light. Itâs spinning.
Then, a heavy palm strokes over your crown, and your noises explode.
âAh, ah, agh, daddy, daddy.â The weight of the touch travels down your neck to grip you, and your body curls to raise your ass even further up in need of friction. âDaddy, please. I donât want to~ T-told you I- need-ed blockers. Ah, ahh.â The low chuckle you get isnât the one you expect, but you canât open your eyes enough to see whatâs going on.
âBit friendly for a hello, isnât it?â Thereâs a huge body that surrounds you when leaning over you, as lips travel down behind your ear. âSâcute though. Thatâs a pretty girl. Daddyâs here.â Rough hands push your hips down with one swift move, slipping two fingers under your panties to pull the fabric taut. The slick grinds the fabric uncomfortably to your cunt, but you canât be still. âAlready drenched through your clothes, pet.â You donât mean to. You donât, youâre so sorry. âWhining like a little baby, need to get filled up?âÂ
âOnly thinking with this pussy, right? This is why Omegaâs donât run anythingâŠâ The lips ghost over your scent glands, making you squirm with dripping anticipation, when he lets his tongue run over his teeth and then along your throat. The juncture where your neck meets your shoulder, untouched and open and soft. He groans. âUgh, fuckinâ hell, youâre so sweet. Your scent is almost making me sick.â One hand digs sharp nails into the meat of your ass, as the other reaches around to start pulling your camisole down over your sensitive tits. âWant some love from daddy, baby?â
A slightly raspier voice comes from somewhere behind you and drowns out your own whining and mewling. âI thought I told you to wait, Fushiguro.â
âYour pet was crying, Kong.â He rakes his teeth over that one spot again until you canât stand it anymore, and your tears start dripping into the blankets. You push your chest out until his warm palm reaches around and squeezes, rubbing a thumb over your nipples. âPlus, just smell her. Sheâs scenting up the whole house. I wanted to come help.â After a long pause where youâre fighting the need to rub yourself on anything cock shaped like an animalâ youâre turned over by a sturdy yank on your shoulder, and long fingers slide into your messy, drool filled mouth to press on your tongue.
Its Shiu, whose normally stern brow now is arched in amusement. The man on the bed with you moves away just enough to let you take a look, and take in the messy dark hair and almost metallic blue eyes, scarred face and dog tags hanging from his neck as he rolls onto his side. Shiu pinches your tongue to make you squeak, then leans in. âSee youâve already made introductions.â You mumble a pathetic âdaddyâ under his sharp gaze, before he takes a deep breath.
âPoor girl, already going into heat? You didnât last long. Needy, little pussyâs throbbing, isnât it?â He pulls the top fully down until itâs hooked under your tits, then hums. âLook so cute when youâre begging to get fucked.â
âGonna let me have a turn too?â Fushiguro rights himself onto one forearm, then pushes a finger down on your forehead until it's tilted all the way back and youâre looking up at him again. Heâs got a mean sort of look in his eyes, right before his lips twitch when you groan softly at the touch. You literally canât help yourself. It hurts so goodâ good enough to make you want to wrap your legs around either of their hips and stay there. Aches.
Shiuâs voice resonates through your body when he moves to kneel down to your body and starts kissing from your belly up, making you twitch. His gravelly hum reverberates in your clit, as your legs get spread over each shoulder when he comes up. âSheâs not mine to give away Toji, so- ugh- restrain yourself a little.â His big hands smooth over your tits instead of squeezing you like you want, until you really start worming around under their touches.
âMh~ hurry up!â
Itâs out before you know it, and the backlash rushes straight to your cheeks in heat, burning up on your face. Fushiguro groans though, long and deep- before he pushes off the bed to get onto his knees, and grabs himself through the awfully casual clothing. His hand wraps around the large, large cock pressing against the fabricâ and when you open your mouth and basically salivate at the sight- he lets out a lightly pinched chuckle. âOh, you donât wanna be doing all that, pet. Youâve got days of heat ahead of youâ and youâre getting me hard as a motherfucker.â
All itâs doing is making you so horny you can barely see straight, and each inch of your body surges with electricity. You need something inside you. Now. Now, now, now. He runs a distracted hand through his messy fringe, and rolls his hips into his hand with a groan. âWhatâs it gonna be, Kong? If you take her underwear off Iâm not leaving. Sweet, little thing like thatâŠâ Your legs are up by his ears when the familiar giant sits up onto the bed too, and your hand reaches for his to pull him closer by his thumb. âHavenât had a greedy, fertile little Omega pussy in a while- the Commission always bitches I have too much fun.â
A hesitant furrow worms itself between Shiuâs brows for a bit, before he sighs. âCanât bite âer, sheâs not mine. Iâm just keeping her.â His eyes are more blown out than normal, dark ring of black taking over the longer he touches you. Youâre sure youâre similarly spent when you moan his name and he groans. âFuck, baby. Want this Alpha cock in here?â His large hand smoothed over the supple skin of your lower belly, when you wiggle yourself against him, basically grinding onto his leg. âNeedy, huh.â He licks his lips. âFine, join. Can count us even after that.â
At that the other noiret grins, and pulls his shirt over his head in one swift move of agreement. Shiuâs hands already roam back over every bit of exposed skin. âAnd I get first turns.â The large fingers mindlessly playing with your nipple pinches you, when grayish eyes find you beneath him. âGet up.â With just a quick motion, you force your sluggish body up and onto foursâ and fight the urge to force your head down yet again. Thatâs what would feel right.
âThat-â Shiuâs hard too, you notice quite happily, when you grind back against him to find another thick, heavy bulge in his pants that heats your cunt. âThatâs it.â You mewl, have no choice to. As you look back over your shoulder, he takes a moment to study you where youâre so much smaller beneath him. Omegaâs always are, but these two are big even among other Alphaâsâ more slick sticks your panties to the shape of your cunny. Your bodyâs entirely sticky with sweat, neck and throat aching and radiating heat all over you.
Your tongue melts in your mouth, when you look back and Fushiguroâs stripped down entirelyâ shredded body towering over you as well. He squeezes a rough ring around the flushed, pulsing head of his cock. âUh, ugh-ah, daddy, daddy, daddy- Please? Please.â
âWho are you calling daddy?â The general asks sternly, but thereâs no malice there. Heâs amused as he peels the panties over the curve of your ass and down ever so slowly, letting your wet folds drip all over his fingers as he plays around in them. The touch makes you stagger forward, arms almost giving inâ and you whine something unintelligible into the covers. âFu~ck, you smell so sweet. Little Omega bitch in heat- ugh.â
A heavy hand lands on the swell of your ass, and stings so bad. With another spank your pussy clenches around nothing, and by the third youâre basically begging and your cunnyâs sucking his fingers in. âA-daddy, please. Hurts. Uh-pu-lease. Need Alpha inside. Quickly, please. I-it hurts.â Another hand pets your crown for a few seconds, before he grabs a fistful of hair and pulls your head up. Your mouth hangs open, and your tongue drops out at the sight of the hard, veiny cock before you.
Itâs flushed a sweet sort of pink, nothing like you can already tell Fushiguro isâ but drool still gathers in globs, looking at the precum glistening on him. âGonna open your pretty, little mouth wide for me, pet?â As he strokes himself, the man behind you starts toying his fingers around your holes, and smears your slick all over until youâre entirely sloppy. Then chuckles, throwing his head back with a grunt.
âFuck, forgot how hard I get- with Omegaâs.â The slick sounds of your pussy, and both men's hands stroking their swollen cocks makes everything so loud. Wet and needy and animalisticâ your own whining drowning out your thoughts. You just want more. More touch, please. Shiu spits onto your holes without hesitation and slaps his thick, hot cockhead against you a few times, before placing one hand on the middle of your back to force you in place. âDonât run away from me- jus-t take it.â
âO-oh-fu-ugh.â He pushes inside with more of his weight, thick thighs pressing up against the inside of yours when you spread wider, and almost get pushed over. If not for Toji holding you up and rubbing himself along your cheek and lips too, impatiently stroking himself.
The headâs already big, stings on the way in. Enough to hurt, enough to make you tear up. Heâs just so thick and glowing hot to the touchâ basically pulsing inside you. You can feel his heartbeat through the skin as the head pops in with a lot of pressure. Your throat starts making noises despite you. âA-agh, ugh agh, da-I- caâ um-hnggg.â
âMy turn,â Toji grunts after a bit, hooking a finger in your cheek to open your mouth more and coach your tongue out. âThatâs- a good cockslutâ open wide.â You do, letting spit drip as you relax your jaw and wrap your lips around him, filling up your mouth too much. Youâve never been so needy. The choking and the taste only make your eyes want to roll back in your skull, giving yourself over to them. You donât want to do anything except give yourself over, struggling to make enough space between your legs to allow Shiu closer.
âYouâre so fucking tight, baby, uhh-fuck.â
Heâs still going slow, necessity, as each inch of his fat cock gets stuffed inside you, using his fingers to push more into your comparatively tiny cuntâ and each bit deeper he goes, the more you feel like melting. It hurts, hurts and aches and bulges your stomach; and Fushiguro pushes deeper and bulges your throat- and it hurts- It does. But you canât stop. You reach your arms out to wrap around the manâs glutes and pull him closer into your face, drool dripping down your chin. âMh-mhm mhhuh.â
With his tongue trapped between his teeth, he grins. âHah, youâre talking a lot for someone with their mouth stuffedâ Does that feel good? You like choking on Alpha cock?â Your teary eyes try to focus on him, but you canât, just cling on harder as the cock inside you kisses your cervix and heâs still not done. It aches so much, stretching you much wider than youâre meant to go. But it does, it does, it does. You donât want to stop. âA little longer, thatâs it, a little more~â
Instead you try to hollow your cheeks around him as he sits too deep in your throat, and fight the urge to squirm when your breath starts to pinch. Your body worms, you cry around them, and slick drips down your thighs like syrup. When Shiu bottoms out, it actually makes you gag, feeling so full and spentâ and you squirm as Fushiguro keeps you. âMh-hh- hck.â Your mouth aches as your lungs start to scream, and vision goes blurry.
Shiu pulls back before the other man does, groaning at the sight of sloppy, milky slick coating his cock, then slides back into your warmth just as fast, forcing your body to stretch again to make room. T-too big. âLet her- hh- up, sheâs turning blue.â As youâre basically about to pass out, you get pulled off of him and gag violently, before taking sniveling, painful breaths again. You barely get the chance to breathe before your chin is lifted again, and he tilts your face left and right.
Your mouth drops open again, and tongue squirms around nothing. âMore? You want more, greedy slut?â He smiles again, but more genuinely impressed this timeâ and hums. âSuch a good, little Omega.â You canât help it, you shiver and moan when he lets you back at his cock. And Shiu pulls back again only to fuck back into you, forcing you open as he builds a rhythm.
âShe liked that one. Sheâs trying to clench my dick off.â He moans, and his unoccupied hand swipes some wetness dripping down your leg to circle it around your puckered hole instead. âYou think she can take two?â
The cock gets stuffed back into your throat, but he pulls back faster now, instead using your head to fuck himself into you as he groans. ââNuh uh, she canât. Sheâs too tinyâ L-ook, youâre already -fuck- bulginâ er.â He watches your lips struggle to wrap around him as he fucks your throatâ only stopping for a moment to wipe some of the spit off your face. âShe likes it so much though, look at that. Youâre just a dumb, cocksleeve bitch, right? Want Alpha cocks to fill you?â
You canât answer. Your brainâs all scrambled from the heat, a cloudy, pillowy feeling sitting over everything else. It feels so, so good. Being stretched to your limit, getting used. Your pussy clenches uselessly around the too-big invasion, getting bounced against Shiuâs thighs with a noisy âpap, pap, papâ. If you could think, youâd agree though. The pressure of his cock grinding into your sensitive insides, basically lifting you off your knees as he grabs your hips to jackhammer into you deeper, itâs all too much.
âClose?â
Youâre drowning in your own arousal. After a few more seconds of getting used for all your worth, the expanding, pulsing pressure in your stomach grows too tightâ and your toes curl uselessly as you cum without warning. It shatters inside you as you fail to clench around the thick length in you, instead dropping though your arms as you pull off of the cock in your throat to tremble through your orgasm. âAh-hgh- ugh ah da-Alpha, Alpha, ahh ah agh! St-hngh~â You cry. Thick tears, spit and snot get wiped into the covers as you try to catch your breath, while still being fucked into.
You canât stop shaking. Even then, Shiuâs cock keeps forcing the head against your cervix and making your eyes bulge. âOh fuck, fuck- too tightâ shit, I was this close, hah.â When he slips out for a second, you collapse entirely, aching immediately at the emptiness inside you. Your tits are sores, but everything else is burning so hot you feel like you might go up in flames.
Itâs Fushiguro who picks you up by your arms and pulls you into his chest after a while, holding your pathetic, naked body like a ragdoll. âSo cute now that youâre all flushed, cumming like that. But youâre not done, are you?â His fingers squeeze either side of your cheeks to bring your mouth to his, kissing on you until you respond and let his tongue melt against yours.
Your headâs still spinning, but a different kind of heat grows now in the base of your neck, desperate and needy. Your hand reaches to get more, more skin, pulling at the short hair at the back of his head- you moan into the kiss. Tongues and spit mixing as it slides down your throat and he towers over you, cock bouncing against your stomach. When he pulls back, long lashes brush yours, and you whimper when the touch goes.
Shiuâs staring. You canât tell what expression he has, but itâs enough to make Fushiguro frown and lift his lip. âFuck off. I get protective when they whine like that, sâall. Sheâs sweet when sheâs cryinâ all baby like.â He instead focuses on pinching and toying with your puffy nipples, rubbing each side with rough fingertips, then hooks his chin over your head to look past you. âWanna try the two of us at once?â
Instinct gets the better of you, and youâre already nodding against his pecs before you can think. âTwo, two- w-want, please. Mhm, want Alphas.â It makes both men laugh, hands sliding all over you as you stick your ass out and Shiu spits on his hand. His cockâs still coated with wet, a white, creamy layer around the base of his cock as he strokes the head a few times. Youâre seeing double, and your tongue feels like molten candy. But still you keep drooling and nodding. âWant, want you, wanna have- m-more, please.â
He then grabs your hips to yank you back against his hips, letting his cock push on your ass as his wet fingers curl inside your puckered hole, and stretch it out with two fingers. âSheâs already fucked out of her mind, poor thing.â
âMhm, agh- Alp- daddy, daddyâ sâ sensitive- please, please, please~â
Fushiguroâs face blanks, before he takes a deep breath and groans low and gravelly, and grabs you by the neck. âUgh, sheâs- her scent is everywhere. Little bitch in heat moaning like itâs her job.â He buries his nose right where the most sensitive, burning part of your neck is, making you crumple, and kissing along the shell of his ear where you can reach. The fingers inside you, the pressure and heat of the two cocks against youâ everythingâs making you crazy. Youâre losing your mind, trying to hang on to him as he licks over the glands. âWant daddy, baby?â
Your head bobs like itâs disconnected from your longing, arching body. And you almost cum again on the spot when sharp canines drag over that spot. You just might.
A low growling sound makes you open your eyes. Shiuâs hand is between the face and your neck, much to the other manâs dismay. âI told you not to bite âer. Donât care how much she begs- sheâs not ours to bite.â Thereâs a moment of silence between them, before Fushiguro sucks his teeth in annoyance, before grabbing his cock instead.
âShe is mine.â His large hand wraps around your arm, and pullsâ but your other shoulder is still clamped in Shiuâs palm. Almost painfully tight, as a muscle twitches in his jaw. And the tension between them is making you clam up, but your bodyâs still aching too hard.
âShare, please,â you sweeten your voice as you press your lips to Shiuâs knuckles, then present yourself a little more and shake your ass against him. âPlease, daddy? Want to be full.â It doesnât take long for that same flush to travel back up his chest and cheeks, and his irises to get wider and darker again. âFull of Alpha cum, t-take all of you.â Itâs with that that he wraps an arm around you entirely and pulls you up against his chest, placing his cock between your legs as he lifts your knees. âAck- agh.â You mewl, and Fushiguro leans in for another kiss.
Briefer, but no less messy.
Shiuâs quick to press his own kisses to your throat, letting his stubble rub over your scent glandsâ with your pussy clenching in response. He rolls his hips against you a few times, then lines up with your ass as he groans. âHold her legs.â You take a deep breath, and close your eyes as the cock presses to your ass, slick enough to push in with minimal effort. âUhuh, thereâs a good Omega.â As he does though, the space in your body is so full, youâre struggling to breathe. It aches enough to make you wilt and bloom all at once.
And then Fushiguro takes over on your pussy, and you cry out. Your hot cheeks are coated with tears, and your clit thumps with all the blood. Itâs too much. You can feel both of them slide into you with painful precision, wetness spilling all over as you break out in cold sweats. But it- it feels so good. Fushiguro slips in a few inches at once, making your legs shakeâ before you dig your nails into his shoulder and your vision goes black. âOh- fuck-f-fuck, cu-mming~ Agh- uhh nghn, oh god.â
The two men slide you down until youâre so full it feels like your insides are moved aside to make room. Like youâre about to tear in two, squished between two hot, solid bodies. Before Shiu groans into your hair, and lifts you up to slide you back down. And again, and again. Bounced on the two of them while slick drips out of you, and youâre creaming around them both. âThatâs a- ugh- pretty girl.â Your orgasm barely pitters out before youâre cumming again, and youâre getting kissed on as youâre crying.
Not a single thought makes it though you. Youâre clinging on for dear life. Only the heat between the three of you as you melt into a puddle.
Youâre fucked until you canât even feel your legs, let alone hear how youâre mewling and cryingâ like you might dissolve. But you do feel it when a tongue laves over your neck, and the cock pulsing inside you starts jack-hammering into you harder than before. Everything feels so- good- that youâre probably drawing blood into his shoulders, and the tongue becomes teeth. One second youâre floating, and the next the pressure grows too muchâ teeth break skin, and your pleasure becomes mind-numbing.
Fushiguroâs teeth sink into your shoulder deeper as he breathes you in, fucks his cock into your guts with the intent to stay. And the other man grunts, squeezing you tighter. But without thinking, he follows suit to bite down on the other side of your neck, letting you shake through yet another orgasm when the hot blood runs down your collar. Youâre entirely spent, so thereâs not one part of you that still feels the way Shiu speeds up inside your ass, before groaning out your name as he licks along the wound.
âFuck, gonna- knot my girl. Fuck- ugh, ughuhâ my baby, mine. Mine.â
It feels like youâre stuffed further than you ever thought possible, face dropping into Fushiguroâs chest when they slow down, and ropes of hot cum drip out of you despite the knots. Wasting it in a way that youâd savor, if you had any energy left. Instead you can only barely breathe, and rub your nose into your Alphaâs chest. It feels good. You wanna go again.
âUhâ my bad. I got carried away.â One of them sighs after a while, the rumbling of his voice rocking you to sleep.
âYeaâŠâ The other responds, only the slightest bit guilty. ââŠGuess Suguru will have to learn how to share.â His large hand smoothes over your cheek, before stubble and soft lips kiss over the mark heâs made.
âBut I donât think I wanna share.â
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