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iwaoiness · 9 months

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Between Alphas

he's his song and he will never know how to sing another one

Oikawa's skin has always been soft, and when Iwaizumi touches it, when his warm fingers glide like river water over it, with parsimony and passion, it becomes all bristly, quivering skin, indulgent and wanting for more.

And fuck how Iwaizumi loves it.

It is nighttime. The orange light from the small lamp on the bedside table mixes with the night light filtering through the poorly drawn curtains, which sway in the faint breeze coming through the open window. They don't know what time it is, but they couldn't care less. Iwaizumi's sleep schedule has been broken for weeks now, and the reason is right there under his body, flushed, panting and submissive. His inner alpha couldn't be prouder.

Hajime's nose traces down Oikawa's neck, taking a deep breath. Oikawa smells of grapefruit and summer sun, a scent that envelops his senses, leaving him intoxicated and his mouth watering, whetting his appetite. He bites into his skin, not enough to sink his fangs, which have grown and burn to score, but enough to draw a loud groan from Oikawa and curve his back, making their pelvises rub together. Iwaizumi notices the surge of pheromones, how there's an itchy touch to them, how they intermingle with his own pheromones and create a strong, irresistible scent.

He begins to suck and lick, feeling Tooru stir underneath between grunts because Iwaizumi has his hands trapped against the mattress and can't scratch his bare back. Hajime slowly works his way up his skin, marking the path with kisses and soft puffs. His broad, firm shoulders tighten with the movement and, like a lion raising its head after tasting its prey, Iwaizumi raises his head to look at Oikawa as he licks his lips.

The taller's hair, wavy locks dyed chocolate, spreads across the pillow and some of it sticks to his forehead from sweat. His eyes, two orbs coated with the purest honey, almost eclipsed by pupils, are crystalline and clouded by the bomb of sensations he has not ceased to experience thanks to Iwa-chan. His cheeks tinged with sweet red, half-open lips glistening with saliva and swollen from the insufficient amount of kisses they've been sharing.

Iwaizumi thinks Oikawa couldn't be more handsome, more sexier, more hotter, more ethereal, more mine and only mine.

Until he sees those puffy, glossy lips curl into an ear-to-ear smile, loaded with mischief and sweetness, that makes Iwaizumi's heart wrap itself around warmth and beat hard and melt and turn into a mess because I don't know how you do it, but you have me wrapped around your fucking finger.

"Are you tired already, Iwa-chan?" He croons in a whispered, singsong voice, teasing him, because Oikawa enjoys trying to get under his skin, through muscles and veins.

Hajime is still captivated, but only for a second longer, before reflecting that same smile. With one hand, he holds both of Oikawa's wrists tightly above his head while his free hand catches his boyfriend's chin, lifting his face carefully, never breaking eye contact.

Actually, Oikawa could free himself from that grip, because he is just as strong, but he doesn't want to.

Yet.

"Tired, me? Look at you, Tooru." He answers, husky and low, his alpha rejoicing inwardly as he leans over him, grazing their noses and tantalising their lips. "Look at you how you are because of me." He descends his hand from his chin to his naked torso, slow and blazing, never taking his eyes for a single second from his boyfriend's restrained expression.

He sees him bite his lip and narrow his eyes. Oikawa's back curves, shuddering uncontrollably as one of his nails grazes his left nipple, still damp from the earlier biting and sucking. Iwaizumi smiles more and continues down, passing over his navel, sliding a little lower to the waistband of his blue shorts.

Doesn’t need to look at him, doesn’t need to touch him (yet), because he’s been feeling his hard cock against his from the very beginning.

"Look at you." He repeats, running his tongue over his lips.

Tooru, whose chest rises and falls at a surprising rate, who is drunk on the scent permeating the room, tilts his head slightly on his pillow. His eyes sparkle, glittering in the haze of excitement.

"Look at me." He doesn't beg, he orders, because that's his nature, because he knows what he wants and now he wants Iwaizumi to look at him, look at me and only me. "Look at me, Hajime."

He wants those eyes to get lost in his, those warm, calloused hands, made to save lives, to run over his skin that he has memorised, he wants those lips to melt back into his a thousand times over, he wants his ass to dance on Iwaizumi's member.

But he also wants to take control because his alpha is dying to touch him, to get lost in his muscles, to scratch his broad back, to grab his waist until his fingers mark it, to bite his neck, to make him growl and moan, to make Iwaizumi scream until he loses all his vocabulary and the only word he knows how to pronounce is his name.

Oikawa wants to turn Iwa-chan into a complete mess.

"Fucking tease boy." Iwaizumi snorts before bringing their lips together in a hungry, demanding and possessive kiss, where he lets him know who's in charge now as their tongues meet as if it's been years, brushing against each other's sharp fangs.

Their lips are moulded energetically, parting just enough to take in the scent they have formed together, and to let out growls and gasping names. Iwaizumi's hand continues its journey, slipping under the cotton shorts, outlining his waist, which rises inertia, leaving the way free for Iwa's hand to wrap around his back.

"Ha-Hajime." Tooru gasps between kisses, eyes half-opening slightly as he feels the alpha squeeze one of his buttocks before ripping (literally) his trousers off. "Wai... Wait." He tries to come back to his senses, to shake off the tangle clouding his mind, holding back the moans clawing at his throat as Iwaizumi begins to lunge at him over his clothes, slow and heavy.

His lower abdomen tingles and his cock throbs painfully.

"What's wrong, babe?" He finally asks as he releases his mouth, licking his lips before moving to his ear. Their torsos touch and rub and burn. "Don't you want me to, princess? Don't you want me to fuck you?" He whispers, deeply and low, almost making him purr when he hears that fucking nickname and when Iwaizumi's fangs caress the curve of his jaw. "Because I do." Iwa continues, his breath warm against his dermis and his words laden with a desire that takes Oikawa's breath away. Insane, it's going to drive me completely insane. "I want to reach deep inside you." Iwaizumi's palm opens and presses against Oikawa’s stomach. "I want to break you, Tooru."

Oikawa lets out a sob, closing his eyes tightly again while breathing almost heavily. This is too much. The pheromones Hajime’s expelling are becoming more and more pungent, and he fells himself drowning in the sweetness of cinnamon and the intensity of ginger because that's what Iwa-chan had smelled like for as long as Oikawa could remember. It smells of kindness and serenity.

But Oikawa isn’t an omega. He's riding out the tide of pheromones -which would have provoked the heat to any omega- like the proud, stubborn alpha he is because as dominant an alpha as Iwaizumi is, he doesn't want to lose to him.

However, by the time he forces himself to open his eyes and think of Makki wearing the blissful leopard borat swimming costume he had the audacity to wear one day to lower his horniness, Iwaizumi has begun to descend his body again. It passes over his collarbone, giving him a gentle nibble. He licks one of his pecs and nibbles on that sensitive pink button, eliciting a growl from him. Their gazes meet and, through his watery orbs, Oikawa sees Hajime's smile turn playful and continue his journey down his hard, worked abs, leaving a trail of kisses. Tooru loses himself in pleasure momentarily and the other alpha takes the opportunity to slowly remove his grip on Oikawa’s wrists, now having both hands free for the jackpot.

Iwaizumi spreads Tooru’s legs, firm hands supporting muscular thighs, and settles his face between them, still looking Oikawa in the eye. A stain darkens the blue fabric of Tooru's boxer (the white waistband of the garment reads Asahi's secret) and Iwaizumi licks his lips. The taller alpha props himself up as best he can on his elbows and frowns, about to complain. But the words don't come, his head tilts back and he ends up letting out a deep growl when Iwa-chan's hot mouth bites into his inner thigh, his black hair tickling close to his sensible cock.

"What's with the bad look, sweet boy?" He teases him, again leaving another bite, noticing how the leg trembles under his palm, feeding his alpha's ego and pride.

Let yourself go, Tooru, let me take you to the depths of hell.

"Y-you're... ngh... not... fair." He gasps, jerking his head up and lifting his chin. His scent accentuates and Iwaizumi's breath ties. "I want to be the top." He protests almost like a small child, jutting out his lower lip in a pout.

Hajime rests his head against Oikawa's good knee, his hair ruffling the alpha's skin, his intense eyes locked on his, the summer green darkening to a wintry green.

"No, we talked about this. Control is mine today, Tooru."

Oikawa's expression hardens and he growls, but this time as a warning, before grabbing Iwaizumi's hair and forcing him away from his crotch to lean towards him. Hajime, stunned, opens his mouth to retort what the fuck is he doing when Oikawa kisses him with the intensity of fire stoked by gasoline, moving his hand down from his hair to the back of his neck, clinging to it tightly because I want to be the top, Iwa-chan, and I'm going to be the damn top.

Hajime's eyes close in inertia under his scowl and that's when the alpha of each completely takes the reins. They snarl at each other between kisses like wolves fighting until Oikawa manages to reverse roles and get Iwa under his body, holding his wrists firmly against the mattress as Hajime did at first and sitting on his hips. The alpha scrambles to try to get free, but Tooru quickly uses his legs to pin Iwa’s.

Oikawa bites down on his lower lip a little too hard, the metallic taste of blood mixing with the saliva. Iwaizumi's curses are lost inside their mouths as he deepens the kiss, but they end up being heard clearly when Oikawa diverts his mouth to his neck and bites and licks and sniffs. With each touch, Tooru notices how Iwa-chan continues to press hard against him, and it sends a tingle through his stomach that spreads through his body like a raging wave. He feels his blood rushing through his veins, his face reddening a little more, his breathing altering, his scent thickening and deepening, his fangs aching.

He wants to make Iwa-chan his now. He wants to mark him because Iwa-chan is mine, only mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, he repeats like a prayer.

He is missing out completely.

"Oi, Oikawa! What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" Iwaizumi exclaims in overwhelm as the other alpha sinks deeper into his neck, one of his hands holding his wrists up and the other clinging to his waist tightly, his fingers digging into his skin. "Hey, Tooru!" He insists again with a frown, trying to get out, but Oikawa barely hears him, feels his voice distant and opaque, as if he's sinking into the ocean.

That's when Hajime knows something is wrong. He feels Oikawa shudder, moaning against his skin as his cock rubs against his in a slow, needy sway.

"Oikawa, let g-" His voice breaks into a whimper, shaking once more until he hears Oikawa growl at his before he finally pulls away from his neck and Iwaizumi falls silent as, in the dim lighting, he sees it. He sees the dark orbs of their eyes and their pupils now elongated like those of a feline.

Tooru has just come into heat, but he’s holding back trying to keep his alpha under control, and Iwaizumi knows he’s in pain by the agitated way he’s breathing, the anguish on his face, and the scent of fear.

"Stop it... stop it..." He seems to be talking to himself, his gaze lost and his voice cracking, hoarse and deep as he lets go of Iwaizumi and walks away from him. Hajime blinks, heart thundering in his eardrums as he watches him in a daze; he’s never seen him like this, never seen him in his first day of heat until now. "I mustn't... I mustn't mark you." He sobs and raises his left forearm, burying his fangs and teeth into his skin, closing his eyes tightly against the intense pain.

And then Iwaizumi reacts. Quickly, he reaches his arm towards the headboard of the bed and, knocking over the Star Wars Funko Pops that decorate it, he rummages around until he finds the inhibitor that Oikawa keeps there. He immediately sits up, sitting down as his boyfriend continues to hold back between grunts and gasps, and quickly opens the box. Cursing the trembling in his hands, Iwa pulls out the syringe and a glass vial filled with inhibitor serum. He fails to fill the syringe with the dose on the first attempt, but when he succeeds on the second try, he looks back at his boyfriend and, without a second thought, plunges the needle into Oikawa's arm and injects the dose.

The alpha whimpers like an abandoned puppy as the liquid, burning like the desert sun, makes its way through his veins. He strains his eyes open, still with his arm in his mouth, his skin flushed red. Iwaizumi feels a knot in his stomach and his heart shrinks as Tooru looks into his eyes, which slowly begin to return to normal as his jaw relaxes and he finally releases his arm, revealing the ugly wound his sore teeth have left in his dermis.

Oikawa hisses as he feels pain and stifles a cry as he looks down and sees his wound, quickly covering it with his hand and shrinking into himself, stunned and terrified. The reality of what he has done, of what he has been about to do, hits him like a goods train. Bile rises in his throat, and he becomes unable to look Iwa-chan in the eye. What has he done?

What have I done?

"Tooru." Hajime manages to get his voice out to call out to him, gesturing to touch him, but the alpha turns away, shaking his head.

What have I done, what have I done, what have I done, what have I done, what have I done.

"Tooru, please. Come." But Iwaizumi continues to insist, pleading, expelling a wave of pheromones, soft and sweet.

"I'll… I’ll hurt you." He mumbles in terror, not taking his eyes off the bite, shuddering at the thought that this is what he would have done to Iwaizumi if he hadn't controlled himself.

"Don't be an idiot, you won't." Hajime frowns, moving closer to him once again, gently resting his hands on the other's trembling arms. Oikawa shrinks more. "Look at me, Tooru." He resists despite the delicate scent of cinnamon enveloping him like a warm blanket in autumn. "Look at me, please." Oikawa swallows saliva, all his defences cracking, and finally, biting his lower lip, he slowly raises his crystalline gaze to Iwa-chan. His eyes, ever stoic and confident, swim tonight in concern.

My fault, my fault, my fault, my fault.

"I'm fine, see?" His voice sweetens and he settles in, slipping his legs slowly under Oikawa's, moving closer until he can wrap his arms around Tooru’s waist. "And I'm here, with you." Hajime continues, resting his firm hand between his shoulder blades, welcoming him into a hug that hurts and heals. "I'm not going anywhere." He promises close to his ear, feeling him tremble in his arms as he sinks his face into the hollow between his shoulder and neck.

"I'm sorry, Iwa-chan." He mutters then, his voice so broken that it stabs like daggers into Iwaizumi's chest. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He repeats over and over, on the verge of sobbing, curling into Iwaizumi and holding his shirt tightly in his healthy hand, even though guilt eats at him and there's a voice screaming at him to stay away from Hajime because he doesn't deserve him.

He's not an omega, you're not omega either, why should you even try? This relationship is doomed to fail.

Hajime hugs him tighter, with the affection and security of someone who knows how to protect and understand, gently pushing his hair aside to distribute small kisses behind his ear and smell his gland.

They remain like that, cuddled together in bed, their skins exposed and their souls restless. It's fine, everything's fine, Iwaizumi wants to tell him, but his words catch in his throat. It's not okay, nothing is okay, and the alpha knows it, which is why he cries silently in the warmth of the shelter around him.

Again, yet another night, it's all gone to shit. They have been trying for months to take the plunge, to jump into the other world they are dying to explore hand in hand with each other. But there is no way and they end up frustrated because they are blinded by the suffocating pride of their alphas, and neither can be tamed by the other, no matter how much they want it. And sometimes, just sometimes, Hajime thinks if it's really worth it to keep having what they have. He loves Tooru, he loves him as he has never loved anyone before, yet he feels that this is going to end up consuming them completely.

Because they are like dead bodies of stars about to collide and create a tidal wave of destruction that would sweep everything away.

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#iwaoi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #haikyuu!!#omegaverse #alpha iwaizumi hajime #alpha oikawa tooru #alpha x alpha #angst #fluff #smut #hurt/comfort #dirty talk #mating cycles/in heat #established relationship

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shovellyyy · 5 months

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For my iwaoi fic uploaded now titled Novalunosis! Go read it if you like!

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inviktales · 1 year

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➤ Instinct

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Chapters: 16 / ?

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime / Oikawa Tooru, Hanamaki Takahiro / Matsukawa Issei, Oikawa Tooru’s Sister / Tanaka Saeko, Past Oikawa Tooru’s Sister / Kageyama Miwa, other background relationships

Characters: Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajima, Hanamaki Takahiro, Matsukawa Issei, Oikawa Tooru’s Sister, Kageyama Miwa, other background characters

Additional Tags: One-Sided Attraction, Unrequited Love, Hanahaki Disease, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Body Horror, Flowers, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Slow Burn, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Fluff and Angst, Pining, Mutual Pining, Hurt / Comfort, Mating Cycles / In Heat, Rutting, Pheromones, Scent Marking, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Eventual Smut, Human Trafficking, Fake / Pretend Relationship, Implied / Referenced S.xual Assault, Attempted S.xual Assault, Soulmates, R.pe / Non-con Elements, Implied / Referenced R.pe / Non-con, M.sturbation, Past Attempted Suicide, Past Miscarriage, Yakuza

"Instinct is a marvelous thing. It can neither be explained nor ignored." ― Agatha Christie, The Mysterious Affair at Styles Unspoken laws are set in place by a society that fears change, let alone admitting they were wrong. Navigating a world like that can be dangerous. Sometimes you just have to rely on instinct. When Oikawa Tooru's perfect life comes crashing down around him, he's faced with the moral quandary of burning all bridges with his best friend, or standing idly by to watch him wither away. Along the way, he discovers a few more unsettling truths about his friends, catches a glimpse into the disturbing underground of an otherwise pristine city, and finds himself faced with impossible decisions that simply don't have any clear outcome. Self-exploration, challenge, and mistakes await him, and oh, will he make many mistakes. Who is Oikawa Tooru if not a man who makes mistakes?

#fanfiction #fic rec #inviktales #haikyuu #iwaoi #matsuhana #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #hanamaki takahiro #matsukawa issei #abo #alpha beta omega #a/b/o

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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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Recommendation - Jujutsu Kaisen/Haikyuu/Boku no Hero Academia/One Punch Man/Attack on Titan/Tokyo Revengers

Navigation

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🔮 Jujutsu Kaisen

Singledad! Sukuna x Neighbour! Reader

Sukuna - affaire de cœur

Sukuna - How Sukuna Loves

Sukuna - Having Soft Spot on Concubine Reader (NSFW)

Sukuna - Sukuna & His Love Languages

Sukuna - What If He Lost Someone

Yuta - Cursed Spirit (NSFW)

Gojo - Won't You Say It Back?

Gojo - Wanna Be Yours

Geto - Wings

Geto - We're In Trouble Now

Geto - Sorcery Schemes

Megumi, Itadori, Sukuna, Geto - When They Accidentally Yell at You

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🏐 Haikyuu

Ushijima - Story Time

Kageyama - Communication (Omegaverse)

Alpha! Kuroo - Come See Me

Alpha! Kuroo - Please Don't Let Me Go

Oikawa, Iwaizumi - Let Me Help You (Omegaverse) / Oikawa, Matsukawa, Hanamaki

Bokuto, Ushijima - Back Me Up (Omegaverse)

Sugawara, Ushijima - Time Bomb

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💥 Boku No Hero Academia

Bakugou - One Word to Describe Bakugou

Yandere Barbarian! Bakugou - Iron

Alpha Dragon! Bakugo x Thief Omega! Reader

Pro Hero! Bakugou Katsuki x Female! Reader

Overhaul - When Kai Wakes Up in Another Universe

Overhaul - Wedding Day

Hawks - Courting Troubles

Alpha! Dabi x Omega! Reader

Alpha! Tamaki Amakiji x Omega! Reader

Dabi, Shigaraki - He Tells You to Run During His Fight and You Get Lost

Hawks, Overhaul, Dabi - How the Boys React to You Doing the Break Up and Get Back to Your Ex Thing

Omegaverse - Anything from this Author is Great

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👊 One Punch Man

Yandere! Garou - Turning the Tables

Yandere! Garou - Please Don't Save Me

Yandere! Garou - Child's Play (NSFW)

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🔰 Attack on Titan

Levi - The Perfect Blend

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🏍️ Tokyo Revengers

Chifuyu, Mikey, Mitsuya, Baji, Izana - Mythological AU! #2 Omegaverse

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No. 003

♡ AKA: "Fated" ♡

Notes: another from my archive :) I originally wrote for a friend of mine. Also @boosyboo9206 I remembered while drafting that the Kuroo one had a lot of this au's context so we out here rawdogging the fics understanding lmao.

wc: 4.6k

warnings: fem reader, soulmate au, alpha/omega dynamics, shameless use of the Terushima scene, no protection, explicit consent (but for those who don't fully get abo its probably dubcon), Hajime type behavior but very soft imo. Just a very self indulgent alpha Iwaizumi fic.

Iwaizumi glowers at nothing as the bass thumps around him.

Well, not nothing. If he had to choose, he’s definitely glowering at Shittykawa, even though he can’t find the annoying bastard. Iwaizumi might be at a party but he isn’t really having the greatest time. He’s only there because Oikawa dragged him to scope out their rival frat’s party, the first of the new semester.

He wasn’t in the mood for any of it; Iwaizumi would have preferred to be at home studying and going to sleep early enough for a pre-workout before practice tomorrow. So everything is pissing him off. He can’t find Oikawa, Mattsun and Makki are too busy joyfully causing everyone to stare, the two alphas shamelessly making out on the couch, and this is the third fucking time they’ve played this song in the last half an hour. Who cares if it's popular?

Iwaizumi is stuck prowling the house looking for the brunet alpha so he can drag him out of here by the scruff of the neck. There’s hardly a difference between this party and any of the other’s that they’ve thrown themselves. Being here is fucking pointless.

As he’s rounding the corner, finally escaping the sitting room and its herbal smoke cloud, Iwaizumi gets a whiff of distress scent. As faint as it is, it's enough to make him turn around to search it out. It seems to be coming from a pretty omega, fingers wrapped too firmly around a plastic cup, cornered against the wall by a familiar blonde undercut. Iwaizumi can see the polite annoyance plastered across your face, the firm shake of your head as you deny whatever advances Terushima seems to be making. As assertive as you appear, Iwaizumi can smell your anxiety, the sour ripple of your scent burning faintly in his nose and blocking out something sweeter that lingers beneath it all. The rival fraternity president doesn’t seem to be taking no for an answer.

Iwaizumi growls under his breath. He’s not in the mood for this. Even on a good day he can’t ignore this stereotypical alpha behavior, but today has not been a good day.

There’s no hesitation as he changes direction towards the pair. He can feel the red creep into his vision as Terushima wraps a hand around your wrist, trying to entice you closer to the pounding music where people are dancing, not letting go even when you dig your heels in to remain rooted in place.

He gets close enough for his voice to be heard and throws his scent out. The potent, pissed scent of a territorial alpha. Conversation dies in the throats of everyone nearby as they catch wind of it. Terushima’s shoulders stiffen at the strength of it and he turns, in the same moment as Iwaizumi speaks, gruff and deep,

“Baby, who’s this guy? He bothering you?”

He hopes you get it.

Both of you snap their heads to him, Terushima’s smile dropping immediately while your eyes widen in relief. Iwaizumi relaxes as you take the bait, quickly scooting around Terushima to snake your arm around his. Some people look on curiously, but most skitter off and mind their business.

Good, it’s not a fucking show, Iwaizumi growls internally.

“What took you so long,” you pout at him and Iwaizumi almost grins at how easily you slip into the role—but then he remembers how often this crap must happen for this to be necessary and the upturn of his lip disappears. He levels a heavy stare at the other alpha as he responds.

“The guys held me up, I came as soon as I could.”

“Thought you said you came alone?” Terushima throws out casually.

Your fingers tighten around his forearm, “I didn’t say I wasn’t meeting anyone. You didn’t seem too interested in listening to what I had to say.”

Iwaizumi raises his eyebrows at that, glad you were brave enough to put the other alpha in his place. The pain in Terushima’s uneasy smile as he forces a laugh soothes some of the anger simmering in Iwaizumi’s veins, and his shoulders relax as Terushima makes some half-assed excuse about checking to make sure the kitchen was stocked.

Once the blonde disappears, Iwaizumi turns to you, gently slipping his arm out of yours. He eyes you with concern.

“You okay?” You’re shaking slightly. Eyes wide, slightly wet, and a little unfocused. His concern grows immensely, glancing at your drink. “Did he give you that? Do I need to take you somewhere?”

Those words seem to shake you out of it. “No,” your voice is low, the tremor to it barely audible over the music. “I got this for myself, and I kept it away from him. I’m just—he made me nervous is all. Thank you for stepping in when you did.”

Your trembling hasn’t stopped, even though your voice grows stronger as you speak, that anxious scent of yours spiking through your scent blockers. He can see the little patch now that he is closer, and realizes how scared you must still be if it’s getting through.

“He was being a dick. Anyone would’ve done it,” Iwaizumi mutters, ducking his head as his cheeks warm visibly. The way you eye around the room nervously unconsciously brings more words to his lips. “Were you meeting anyone? I could help you find them.”

Slowly, you shake your head, worrying your lower lip. “My friends cancelled last minute. I wasn’t even planning to come tonight and honestly... I’d rather be home. I just don’t wanna risk running into him again.” You lower your head, looking embarrassed.

Iwaizumi can’t think of a single reason why you should be.

Again, he speaks before he thinks.

“I could walk you home if you want.”

“Really?” Your head pops up, mouth dropping open a little in surprise.

“I mean, I was leaving soon anyway. I didn’t want to come tonight either,” Iwaizumi admits. “I could call you a ride if that’s more comfortable. It’s not like you know—” His mouth snaps shut awkwardly. He hasn’t even introduced himself yet. “—Sorry. I’m Iwaizumi.”

You warm at the abashed expression on the handsome alpha’s face, your heart fluttering slightly.

His heart rate picks up in return as you give him your name.

“I don’t mind if you walk me home,” you say shyly. “It’s not far, if you still want to.”

Iwaizumi pulls out his phone and shoots identical messages to each of his friends explaining where he was going and telling them not to stay out too late. He didn’t want to wake up to them stumbling into their shared house drunk and waking him up.

The walk is short, but not awkward. It’s filled with easy chatter, simple questions and revelations that always seem to come up when you meet someone new. You’re easy to talk to, and Iwaizumi is oddly disappointed when you stop and gesture to the apartment complex next to you.

“This is me.”

Iwaizumi blinks. He… doesn’t want to leave. He can’t explain the feeling, this insistent pull towards you, but it would be incredibly inappropriate for him to ask for more of your time this late. Dipping his head, he murmurs a goodbye and starts to turn, but he feels a small hand gripping the waist of his shirt.

He turns in surprise to see you've frozen. You look more than a little lost, as if you aren't sure what came over you. He waits for you to speak.

“C-can I have your number? It was nice meeting you, and I’d like to see you again, if that’s okay?” By the time the words are done tumbling from your lips, your voice has risen to an uncertain squeak.

A little shocked by the turn of events, but gratified nonetheless, the brunet alpha offers you his number, trying to keep his grip on the goofy, pleased smile that he can feel trying to form on his lips.

“You can call me any time.”

For the first time tonight, his eyes slide down to your outfit, only just beginning to appreciate the way the fabric of your skirt shows off your legs, resting tastefully at mid-thigh. Not a skirt, Iwaizumi realizes, but a cinched dress, hugging each line and curve of your body, modestly covered by a half-jacket. The warm scent of chocolate wafts under his nose and he gets a little lost in studying you, something burning hot within him as he imagines what it would be like to peel the fabric from your body, how warm your skin would be against his own.

Iwaizumi blinks.

It takes a moment to realize how close you’ve gotten. Then Iwaizumi feels the heat radiating off your skin, and his eyes flick to your own, staring at him just as intently. He clears his throat softly and steps back, shoving his hands in his pockets. He mutters a quiet goodnight and starts heading home, and nothing short of stupid alpha pride bursts in his chest when he turns his head to see that your eyes are following him. He hopes you don’t wait too long to call.

The house is quiet when Iwaizumi finally makes it back. There’s already a text on his phone from a new number, and he smiles as he sends a quick message in return. It’s only through the sheer force of will that he manages to fall asleep that night, closing his eyes firmly and ignoring the sudden urge to dig through the cabinets for something sweet.

Iwaizumi wakes up sweating. At first, he believes that the air conditioning has been turned off, but when he stumbles into the hallway, he finds it running at a cool twenty-three. He’s nearly vibrating in his skin, wondering what woke him. The digital clock on his nightstand reads 3:17. He fell asleep almost four hours ago, so there’s no reason he should be awake. A sweet scent wafts around him, faint but nonetheless catching Iwaizumi’s full attention. He mindlessly prowls towards his hamper and his fingers close around the tank top he discarded tonight. The warm scent of chocolate assaults him and his knees buckle.

A growl tears at his throat.

He’s growled before and often, a bad alpha trait that his parents did their best to train him out of, with general success when you think about who he had to grow up with. Lord knows he’s had every reason to, between Shittykawa and the meme team duo as friends. But this is different. The faint sweet scent brings with it a feeling beyond fathoming, and an itch, a drive that up until now he’s only heard stories about. It’s powerful, a true force of nature, a howling urge inside him to run to the one fate has decided is his. There’s no doubt in his mind who sparked this feeling as he presses the fabric of his discarded shirt to his nose, inhaling deeply. The scent is already fading and that brings a rush of panic to his system. He needs you.

In his haste to locate his phone, Iwaizumi slams his shin against the corner of his dresser, cursing at the immediate pain that blossoms up the limb as he finds your contact and calls. He’d bet his soul that you’re awake, the primitive energy buzzing beneath his skin too transcendent for him to be feeling it alone.

It feels like an eternity as he stands there, breath caught in his throat. You answer on the fourth ring.

“Iwaizumi.”

“Are you okay?” He spares no pretense; from the single word alone, Iwaizumi knows. Your voice is hoarse, and not just because it's the middle of the night. There’s raw need scratching at your throat, a desperation that his body mirrored the moment he heard your voice.

“I… what is this? Please, it’s so hot.”

Iwaizumi is already throwing clothes on, the phone pinned between his chin and shoulder as he shoves his leg through into a pair of sweats. “You know what this is. I’m—” on my way. He freezes for a moment. Do you even want him to come? Soulmate or no, you have no idea who he is. You… might not want him. “—Do you want me there?”

“Iwaizumi…” Your breath is heavy and panting through the receiver, and then there’s a soft gasp, followed by the faintest moan. When he thinks about why you might be making those sounds... Iwaizumi thinks his blood might be on fire.

“Do. You. Want. Me. There?” He can’t help but bite the words out, can’t help but demand an answer. He has to know now before he loses to the animalistic urges inside him. If you tell him no, a small part of him might go deranged, but he’d do whatever it took. Rut or no rut, he’d have Shittykawa strap him to the bed before he did anything against your wishes.

“Please. Please come.” Fuck. The sound of your voice, so small, pleading. Frantic. “Iwaizumi, I need you.”

“Hajime.” Now Iwaizumi’s voice is hoarse. “You can call me Hajime.”

“Alpha—” There’s a broken moan, followed by a frustrated wail.

Iwaizumi inhales sharply. “Did you just—?

“Please hurry. ‘S hot, hurts without you. Feels wrong.”

He’s already out the door. It’s not until the dawn air raises goosebumps across his skin that Iwaizumi realizes he didn’t even grab a shirt.

“Hajime?”

“I’m still here. I won’t hang up. Just… Pretend it’s me, I’m already on my way.”

“Trying, ‘m trying. God it’s not—” Your voice is driving Iwaizumi insane. Labored, pained. He should be there and you shouldn’t sound like this. He should be holding you, inside you, until there’s nothing left to feel but—

Fuck. Fuck.

Iwaizumi inhales slowly, trying to calm his racing thoughts as he reaches the end of the street. “How many fingers?”

“W-what?”

His voice lowers to deep rumble, “How many fingers are fucking your pussy right now, omega?”

Your answering whine tells him that he has your attention now. “Ahn, t-two.”

"Good girl, add another. Reach as deep as you can and don't stop touching your clit. I wouldn’t do that." Iwaizumi's breath is coming heavy as he just about tears across campus, glad it's still early enough that no one is walking the grounds yet to hear him spewing such filth.

"It's—It's not enough—" Your broken mewling is so miserable that it stops him in his tracks, trying to keep his voice steady so he can console you.

"I know, I know baby, I'm so sorry." The pet name slips from his tongue without really thinking, his feet already carrying him forward again. "I'm coming as fast as I can. I'll be there soon, it'll be okay."

"Hur—ahn—H-hurry."

Fucking hell. Iwaizumi feels the threads of guilt that such a pathetic sound sends a blazing heat down his spine, centering on his groin. He can't help it; hiccuping sobs and moans, paired with the mental image of you desperately thrusting your fingers into your cunt, trying to make up for the weight of the knot you can't provide for yourself—Iwaizumi's canines ache. He doesn't hang up the phone, continuing to talk to you over your sounds of distress as he approaches your apartment complex.

Then he’s inside, hesitating in the doorway of the lobby, and you stutter out your apartment number. Third floor. Desperation prickles within him now that he’s so close so Iwaizumi doesn’t wait for the elevator, bounding up the stairwell, two steps at a time.

He can already smell you, your scent is coating almost the whole floor. He reaches for the handle of your door and growls under his breath. The door is locked, barring him from you.

“Baby girl,” Iwaizumi strains, running a hand through his hair in frustration, “You gotta open the door.”

There’s a small thump on the other end of the line and he calls your name again. You’re slurring into the receiver, nearly sobbing, a loud tremor in your weak voice.

“I can’t. My legs are shaking, alpha please—Hajime.”

Damn it. Iwaizumi inhales then puffs out a breath of air, trying to psyche himself up. His mate needs him. “Fuck, okay. Okay. Listen, I will fix and pay for everything, promise.”

“Fix…? Hajime, what are you—”

Iwaizumi feels bad but he hangs up, slinging his phone into his pocket. Taking a deep breath, he pulls one leg back and aims a heavy kick on the door, close to the doorknob. The wood crunches, the latch protesting under the assault, but the door doesn’t open. Praying to the gods that the neighbors are heavy sleepers, Iwaizumi does it again, and again, and again, until the door crashes open, the metal doorknob broken and dangling from the splintered doorway.

Wincing apologetically at the obvious damage, Iwaizumi pushes inside and attempts to close the door, before giving up and dragging the small table in the entry to keep it from swinging open again. Your scent is so much stronger inside, layered upon itself from months of domesticity. The alpha in him purrs when he finds that it's your scent alone in the space. The thick cloud of arousal and distress leads him straight to your bedroom like he’s hooked by an iron tether.

His plan on the way here was to help you, to comfort you and hold you, to give you what pleasure he could without actually fucking you—just to be what you needed until your heat was over. He wanted to keep the alpha in him under lock and key. He knows heats can make omegas forget the real world, how desperate a heat can make them. Even if he’s destined to be your mate, he wanted to be sure you didn’t feel forced, by him or nature. But the sight that awaits him causes his mind to go entirely blank.

“Please, nngh—Alpha, I—I need you. I can’t anymore, hurts so bad please.”

You’d tried to leave the bed when he called to be let in, tumbled to your bedroom floor tangled between blankets and soft-looking sweaters in what looks like an attempt at nesting. There’s a throw blanket curled around your waist, a comforter under your head, but your lower half is in plain view, braced on your knees and bared to him. His imagination on the way over couldn’t compare but you’re just as he imagined you, fingers thrusting frantically in your soaked cunt, whimpering into the blankets around you. As soon as he enters the room, your trembling intensifies as your tear-soaked gaze locks onto his hungry stare. A desperate keen bubbles in your throat as your thighs tense and shake, and in response his low growl rolls like gentle thunder throughout the room as he watches more slick gush down your thighs.

“Little omega,” he rumbles, striding deeper into the room and kneeling beside you. “Did you just cum for your alpha?” There’s no more hesitation. It’s as if the missing piece of his life has clicked into place. His mate is right in front of him, her body calling out to him for the relief and comfort that only he can give. And he is going to give it to you.

You nod up at him, relaxing immediately as his dominating scent covers you more effectively than any blanket. The cinnamon and fire scent breathes strength and reassurance, promising to take care of you. You purr thickly as his hands smooth over your thighs, thumbs pulling your sticky folds apart. His lips are soft as he places a kiss on your hip, his breath hot, the faintest graze of his canines against your skin drawing an almost violent shudder from your body in response. If you were desperate before, you’re not sure there is even a word for what you feel now.

An all-consuming fire blazes beneath your skin that cries for him to be burned away with you. You arch impossibly deeper, instincts demanding you present yourself to him. “All for you, alpha,” you moan. ‘’M all yours, please take me. Can’t wait anymore.”

Your squeal rings in his ears as he scoops you off the floor and bundles you back into the bed, muscles flexing as he settles between your thighs. One hand curls around your neck to pull you closer as he kisses you possessively. It’s all teeth and tongue, fire and passion, spelling out his wavering restraint and burning hunger for you. You can feel his cock against your folds already, his sweats pulled low around his hips in his haste, grinding against you. The heat and impressive weight of it draws a needy whimper from deep in your throat, legs closing tight around his muscular hips to get even closer.

He nips your lower lip sharply, immediately soothing it with his tongue. Iwaizumi is panting as heavily as you, a thin ring of olive green nearly swallowed by black as his eyes gleam down on you.

“Last chance,” he rasps, his fingers fisting the sheets next to your head as your slick heat against his aching length slices at the threads of his sanity. His jaw brushes against your cheek, unconsciously seeking comfort, and then his lips press to your throat just once, the ache in his canines spiking at the proximity to your mating gland. His voice breaks under the intensity of this feeling. “I won’t—be able to stop once I… So tell me now.” Even if he stops now, Iwaizumi knows he’ll never be the same man he was before. His world has narrowed down to this room, to the beautiful omega in his arms. His omega, his mate. He trembles, breathlessly waiting for your answer, your permission.

“Hajime,” you sigh against his lips, soft like a prayer, before tugging his lower lip between your teeth sharply. Iwaizumi groans at the feeling, rutting against you as he takes in the carnal desire and beatific acceptance glowing like embers in your eyes. You don’t speak again but Hajime understands. There aren’t enough words in the world to convey this desire.

His eyes darken and he lets go.

Your back arches wildly, nails tearing sharp lines down his back as he shifts his hips and sheathes himself in your cunt. If they weren’t awake before, your neighbors most surely are now, your pleasured howl echoing in the air of your bedroom as your plush walls part to welcome all of him.

He can’t think, fuck, he can’t think. It has never felt like this. You’re so hot, squeezing him so tightly, and for a barest of moments, despite your mewling, Iwaizumi fears you’re in pain. But then your hands tangle in his hair, dragging his face down to yours. Your omega body was meant for this, meant to take your alpha just as he is meant to please you.

One syllable splits your shared breath, caressing his lips, and he can’t hold on any longer.

“Move,” you beg breathlessly.

Iwaizumi groans and draws his hips back to snap them into you again, surging forward and capturing your lips into a blistering kiss. He swallows your every moan as one calloused hand slides down to grope at the thigh curled around his waist. His balls are heavy, slapping against your ass with every thrust, his pelvic bone grinding against your clit. You’re clenching and fluttering around him, forcing low growls from his chest at the feeling. Your body is begging for him just as loudly as you are.

“Hah, ah, ahn, alpha!” Your head tosses back as one of his thrusts has his cock pressing deep, nearly bottoming out inside you. “So full—Hajime—feels so good.” The last syllable breaks as you keen, lips falling open as your pussy clamps down hard.

“Fuck—” Iwaizumi hisses as he feels his knot beginning to swell, and he can tell you feel it as well, your nails digging into his back again. He barely feels the sting; if anything, it adds to the primal fire burning between you. “You going to cum for me, pretty omega? You want my knot? You want me to fill you up?”

“Yes! Want you, want you! Please!”

Iwaizumi doesn’t miss the way your glazed eyes hold his, how you intentionally bare your throat to him.

You’re asking him to… oh, fuck. He can’t. He can’t. But the thought of claiming you, digging his teeth into your mating gland and finalizing his claim has the animal within him howling to comply with your demand. The coil in his gut winds tight and his hips jerk out of rhythm as his orgasm looms.

Claim.

Iwaizumi whines as his orgasm sears through his body, his knot forcing past your entrance and swelling just a bit more, locking you together. His teeth bury down, and he can feel your walls constrict as he pumps you full of cum, hear you wail as your slick gushes around his length, following into carnal bliss.

He feels as if he’s floating, chest heaving as he blearily comes down from his orgasm. The scent of your distress jolts his senses, and he quickly removes his teeth from your pillow. He’d barely stopped himself.

“Alpha,” you sob, writhing beneath him. “Why?”

“Baby, baby girl,” Iwaizumi hushes softly, wincing as your movements tug down below. His knot hasn’t gone down enough to separate yet. Tears streak your face, and his heart almost snaps at the anguish dulling your eyes. “It’s okay, it’s going to be okay.”

“You don’t want me.”

“Of course I do.” This is what he was afraid would happen when he refused to bite. Heats heavily fuck with hormones, with emotions. Pleasure made you ride high, only to come down feeling crushed and rejected by his refusal. His provisional instincts are lighting up, giving him much needed clarity as you continue to whimper and sniffle below him, no longer meeting his eyes.

“Am I not good enough?”

Damn it.

“Omega.”

You stiffen at the title, a fresh whimper catching in your throat at his sudden commanding aura. His pheromones wash over you, coaxing you to relax. More tears well in your eyes as he cradles your chin, turning your head so you look him in the eye. You try to blink them away.

“You are perfect, and I will never want another the way I want you,” Iwaizumi murmurs, voice still a little ragged. “But I don’t want to start this between us and have it turn out to be something you weren’t ready for. Heats heighten everything, ruts too. We can’t be sure this is what you want. Bite or no bite, I am your mate. I’m not going anywhere, and I won’t leave unless you ask me to. After we get to know each other, and we’re both sober—” This gets a watery giggle from you, and the sound melts Iwaizumi’s heart. He purrs gently, “and you want it, then I will make you mine.”

Your body sags beneath him, relaxing fully under his weight. A low moan spills from your lips, a deep grunt from his own as his knot softens, enough to allow him to pull his still hard cock from your dripping cunt. He grabs your hips and flips onto his back, settling you over him. Iwaizumi winces and hisses softly as the scratches on his back burn a little upon making contact with the sheets, but he ignores it in favor of meeting your eyes steadily. There are very few lucid moments in the middle of a heat, and he wants to enjoy them as much as possible.

“Did you really break down my door?” You ask curiously, tilting your head.

A startled huff of a laugh shakes Iwaizumi’s body, his cheeks burning in shame. “Sorry, heat of the moment. I’ll fix it as soon as I can.”

“It can wait,” you purr, shifting your hips over his erection.

Oh. His eyes darken, cock twitching at your sultry tone. Electricity sparks up his spine as Iwaizumi practically watches the lust drip back into your expression.

"Everything can wait."

#iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi smut #haikyuu x reader #hq smut #haikyuu smut

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gaygentbrontosaurus · 1 year

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what Haikyuu characters smell like

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

Hinata Shouyou

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

Kageyama Tobio

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

Tsukishima Kei

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

Yamaguchi Tadashi

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

Ennoshita Chikara

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

Nishinoya Yuu

doesn't shower. Also Axe.

Tanaka Ryuunosuke

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

Azumane Asahi

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

Sugawara Koushi

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

Sawamura Daichi

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

Iwaizumi Hajime

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

Oikawa Tooru

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

Matsukawa Issei & Hanamaki Takahiro

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

Yahaba Shigeru

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

Kyoutani Kentarou

Axe.

Terushima Yuuji

Axe.

Aone Takanobu

nice, subtle scent, smells cozy.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

soap is soap, so also Axe.

Tendou Satori

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

Shirabu Kenjirou

Axe.

Daishou Suguru

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

Miya Atsumu

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

Miya Osamu

Axe. but one of the milder ones

Suna Rintarou

doesn’t care. Axe.

Haiba Lev

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

Kozume Kenma

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

Yamamoto Taketora

doesn’t shower. Axe.

Kuroo Tetsurou

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

Yaku Morisuke

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

Akaashi Keiji

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

Bokuto Koutarou

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

Sakusa Kiyoomi

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

Yachi Hitoka

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

Shimizu Kiyoko

smells very feminine, uses fancier brands with floral smells.

Ukai Keishin

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

Takeda Ittetsu

laundry detergent. always has clean clothes and changes often.

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seijorhi · 2 years

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The Hand That Feeds

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Iwa sighs, the muscle in his jaw tightening.

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

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

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

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

“She’s long go–”

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

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

Iwaizumi has his orders, yes.

He also has his priorities.

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

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

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

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

“Stop! Please–”

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

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

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

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

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

They think themselves white knights. Liberators.

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

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

Iwaizumi’s patience runs thin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Home, he thinks, clutching you tighter against him.

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You’re not one of the prized ones anyway.

—

He’s been watching you for weeks now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The glower he receives is answer enough.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

Violently, in one case.

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

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

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

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

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

You’re their Omega.

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

He understands her concern. Truly, he does.

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

His smile sharpens. “I’m aware.”

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

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

He can wait ‘til morning.

—

Consciousness drifts just out of reach.

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

Is it seconds, or hours?

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

…

……… No.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oikawa Tooru.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

More, the Omega within you begs, more.

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

“Enough.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

You should’ve run back then.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A perfect fit.

You shudder, every last thought eddying from your mind.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

More, more, more, you wordlessly beg.

Your mates are nothing if not obliging.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For now, that’s enough.

#yandere haikyuu #yandere oikawa #yandere iwaizumi #yandere oikawa x reader #yandere iwaizumi x reader #yandere oikawa tooru x reader #yandere iwaizumi hajime x reader #yandere oikawa tooru #yandere iwaizumi hajime #tw: noncon #tw: dubcon

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[5:05PM] Iwaizumi Hajime A/B/O

Not sure when I had hit 1K followers... but I DID! Honestly, I'm still flabbergasted that people enjoy my crazy unprofessional writing! So, here's my first Iwa story!

Warning: A/B/O au; alpha Iwa (that was a given); mild angst (probably not even mild); explicit smut (c'mon lol)

Iwaizumi Hajime should have known something was up when Shittykawa wanted to go to the bar. He would give vague answers as to where Mattsukawa and Hanamaki was.

He was slightly surprised to see half the bar reserved for him, with a giant HAPPY BIRTHDAY IWA! sign but what really took all the surprise out of him was seeing a specific person at the table among the others.

Y/l/n Y/n.

He hasn’t seen her in years and to make up for all those years, she was all he could see at the current moment.

He blinks, unsure if he was really seeing her until she smiled and he knew, she was really there.

He sat across but diagonal from her and could not keep his eyes off of her.

In the midst of the moment, his mind could only wonder what happened to them?

They met during their first year of high school at Aoba Johsai. Y/n was new to Japan due to her father being stationed in Japan for military work.

Her school ID card had the Alpha symbol next to her name and was one of the many alpha females in the school.

She was Hajime’s only female friend.

Even though she was an alpha, she did not express common physical alpha traits. She was much smaller than the other female alphas but when it came to dominance mentality and emotionally, she was stronger than the rest.

Towards the end of their third year, Hajime was slapped with reality that their time was running short. Oikawa was heading to Argentina right after high school while Matsukawa and Hanamaki was undetermined with their goals. Hajime knew for sure he wanted to go to college.

Y/n…

He noticed their one on one was slowly disappearing. She made less and less time for him and was always ‘gone’.

For a few times during their third year, she was on a short leave, returning back to her home country for personal reasons before returning.

She wanted to complete her high school at Aoba Johsai with them.

The night they lost to Karasano was the one game Y/n was not present.

In a way, Iwa was glad she didn’t see him play or witness his emotional breakdown.

He would never tell another soul how he had another breakdown after parting ways with Oikawa.

When he got closer to home, a sweet alluring scent hit his nostrils…

And he was confused when it was coming from the person waiting at the gate entrance to his home.

Y/n.

“Iwa…”

He breaks out of his zone, “sorry, what?”

“Cheers man, why are you so out of it on your birthday?” Hanamaki slaps him on the shoulder. “We must celebrate!” He raises a glass at Y/n, “it’s nice to see our little crew again. To Iwa!”

“To Iwa!”

His eyes did not leave Y/n, he watched her finish her mug of beer.

She was avoiding eye contact.

She stands up and Iwa panics for a second there before she assures, “I’m going to run to the restroom, be right back.”

She returns a few minutes later and Iwa swears something minty is in the air.

“Iwa-chan, what are you goals now that you’re getting closer to thirty?” Oikawa asks, swirling his drink. “Are you finally going to settle down?”

Mattsun nudges the birthday boy and winks, “don’t think I don’t smell that omega’s pheromones on you.”

Hajime exhales, annoyed. He looks over at Y/n who is staring right at him with go-on-tell-us-more-about-this-omega look.

“Y/n,” Hajime calls her name.

Her expression shifted, confused before answer, “yes, Iwa-chan?”

“How’ve you been?” he asked, diverting the attention to her. “You like disappeared off the face of the earth.”

After high school, they all lost contact with her. They were unable to find any social medias of hers.

“After high school… I went back home to the States. My dad retired from the military just for me to join.”

“You’re in the military!” They all shouted.

“Yes, that is why I could not talk to some of you for a while because I was in a restricted area.”

“Are you… done now?” Oikawa asked, sipping his beer.

She shrugs her shoulder, “I did my time and now I’m out.”

“What are you – what are you going to do now?” Hajime inquired.

“Find a job… I’m just living off of my savings from when I was in the military.” She tips her mug back, finishing the remaining beer she had left. “Going to go to school now, I guess?”

“How did you get here?” Hajime inquired as they begin to leave.

Y/n grabs a helmet out of nowhere, showing him. “My baby.”

“I know, our Y/n is so cool.” Oikawa chuckles, he leans his weight onto Hajime, “it is so nice to see you again.” He nudges his friend, “Iwa here missed you the most.”

A small smile on her lips, “I miss you guys too. You’ve all grown a lot.”

“Like… physically?” Mattsun question, patting his belly.

Hajime shrugs Oikawa off, “you shouldn’t be driving and riding, you were drinking.”

Y/n sighs, “I know. I’m going to explore the town here on foot to sober up, wanna come?”

Hajime watched her stare off into the quiet yet loud nightlife of Tokyo.

“Here,” he hands her a drink. “You still like those sugar drinks, right?”

“Of course,” she smiles, twisting off the cap. “Glad you remember.”

Hajime tipped his drink back, finishing it in one go and crushing the can. “I remember everything about you.”

Y/n looks at him, feeling that there was more to his words.

“I remember how I felt when you disappeared after the day, we lost to Karasano and our only chance to going to Nationals.” He paused; breath hitched. “You were so cruel. I went to your house, and it was vacant.” He fumbles with the crush can in his hands, “no one knew where you went, or even your family. Your phone was deactivated. There was absolutely no way to contact you.”

“Hajime…”

“Did I – did I mean so little to you?”

“Hajime,” Y/n calls his name sternly yet carefully. His jaw tightens before looking at her as if he is bracing for the truth that he’s been waiting for. “I was in love with you.” Her eyes flicker, “in fact I’m still in love with you.”

It was almost as if he knew that all along, he didn’t flinch when she confessed. Instead, without hesitation, he asked, “then why did you leave?”

Y/n lets out a half chuckle half sigh, “I was an alpha then.” Hajime frown and she continued, “the female in my family has history of first turning being false positive alphas.” Her fingers itch to touch his, “I had a really late second turning – during our third year. That was why… I was always gone.”

Memories flooded of the times when she would randomly be missing for more than three days. She would return and say she had to return back home.

Y/n looks up at him with soft eyes, “you see,” she swallows, “I am an dominant omega.”

One second.

Two second.

Three second.

Four second.

Five second.

“So?”

Her brows knitted together in confusion. “What – what do you mean so? You loath omega, Jime.”

For any dominant alphas, it had it’s many perks however, it only takes one bad experience to change all that.

After his second turning determined what everyone already knew, a dominant alpha, he never really minded or had any issues when it came to omega’s pheromones.

Until they started forcing their pheromones on him to make him go into rut.

When Y/n met him during their first year, she was extremely intimidated by him until a school project put them together as partners.

Hajime initially thought she was an omega and nearly chewed up the teacher’s throat until he saw her nametag that was hidden behind her long hair – that she was an alpha.

“Is that why you left?” Her silence was his answer. “You left because you thought I would hate you if you turned into an omega?”

“You told me – “

Hajime holds a hand up, stopping her, “I – I know what I told you years ago Y/n, but I was young and dumb. I cannot believe… that was the reason why you left me all this time?” His other hand whipped behind her head, pulling her into his arms. His heart softens at the feel of her arms wrapping around his waist. “I don’t hate you,” he whispers, “I don’t hate you; I promise.”

Being an adult and going back to college with younger people was a challenge Y/n faced.

It wasn’t because she couldn’t make friends, it was quite the opposite.

Everyone wanted to be her friend.

“Hey Y/n,” Tadashi greeted, taking a seat beside her.

Y/n hid her annoyance, not just at the nice kid but overall. She wore a bucket hat and thick rim glasses with her facemask with hopes she would just get through the day without any of the younger classmates hounding her down.

“Hey.” She whispers.

“Mind if I sit her?”

You’re already sitting, she thought to herself. There were also plenty of empty seats as well.

“Sure.”

Y/n did not want to show any ounce of affection to Tadashi – she didn’t want to give him the wrong idea if she did so. Many has mistaken her friendliness as otherwise.

But Tadashi Yuta has been genuinely kind to her. Helping her with contents she didn’t understand and the homework.

He didn’t make her feel uncomfortable or feel inferior because of their different second gender.

Even so, Y/n was still weary with him, he is a dominant alpha but has yet to release any of his pheromones on her.

“Y/n,” she looks up from zipping up her backpack, “do you want to go grab dinner with me?”

She was caught off guard, “I – I’m meeting someone for lunch already. Sorry.”

He gives her a smile, two dimples appearing on his cheeks. “It’s alright, how about next time?”

She felt herself blush; all of suddenly, smitten by his charms. Tadashi is cute, she’ll admit that much. “Sure, I’d like that.”

He steps forward, even closer than he already is and reaches to push some hair off her shoulders and combing it behind her ear. “Me too.”

“You smell.”

Y/n sniffs herself, “no I don’t?”

Hajime stepped forward; nose pressed to her neck before Y/n pushes him back. He glares at her, “someone was scenting you?”

“No?” She answered defensively, sniffing the collar of her shirt. She was not able to smell a different scent. “A classmate just sat… by me.” She wasn’t sure why she was even explaining herself. If Tadashi was scenting her, she would have known.

Her mind flashes to earlier when Tadashi had reached to push her hair away. Could his scent have rubbed onto her then? Even then, she could not smell him.

A brow hiked up, “a male alpha?”

Getting frustrated at being interrogated, “yes, his name is Tadashi, and he is my friend!”

Hajime remained silent the rest of the walk to the restaurant he chose.

Y/n would occasionally sniff herself, still unable to smell whatever he accused of. She wasn’t sure why he was even upset in the first place.

They were just friends even after she’s told him that she was in love with him.

Since that night, they remained neutral with each other.

“What’s wrong? Does your food not taste good?” Y/n asks with a mouth full of food. He’s been sitting there with his arms crossed, food untouched.

He shakes his head before digging into his ramen silently.

“Why are you… upset?” Y/n finally asks after watching him for a minute eating and sulking.

“I’m not upset, just irritated.”

“Okay, so why are you irritated?” She reworded her sentence.

Hajime knew he was being childish. “I just… don’t like it when others scent you.”

Y/n exhales, “he didn’t scent me, okay? I remembered that he brushed my hair off my shoulder earlier, that was it.”

He was not satisfied with that assurance. “I don’t trust this friend of yours still.”

“Friend?”

“You called him your friend earlier.”

Y/n’s mouth drops for a second, recalling her words. “He’s not a friend-friend like that… just an… acquaintance.”

“Ouch, I thought we were friends Y/n.” Her head whipped up, seeing Tadashi stand beside her with a smile. “You were talking about me, right?” He looks over at Hajime and held a hand out, “hello, I’m Tadashi Yuta, Y/n’s acquaintance.”

Hajime stands up, and takes the outreach hand, “Iwazumi Hajime, Y/n’s friend.”

“He plays volleyball for your university.” Hajime informs watching the younger man walk away after crashing their dinner. He recognizes that face as one of his colleague’s patients.

His annoyance was rising by the second that Tadashi was on Y/n’s other side as they talked about homework and lecture. He wasn’t blind to the younger man’s advances, purposedly brushing against her arm. He can smell Tadashi on her now, more prominent now. The younger man knew what he was doing, completely trying to leave a clear message for Hajime.

That Y/n was his.

“Oh. I didn’t… know?” Y/n said truthfully. She knew little about Tadashi other than he was in two of her three classes.

“He’s an alpha.”

Y/n nod her head with an obviously look, “that, I know.”

“Do you like him?”

She glances at him from the corner of her eyes, “seriously, Jime?”

He returns the same look, “well, do you?”

“Hajime, if you don’t shut up and drop this topic right now… I might just like him.”

Something hits her and she freezes in her spot.

“What?” Y/n feels herself submitting to his tone. He steps in front of her, towering over her. “You’ll do what?”

“Ha – ji – jime…” she utters, feeling his pheromones emitting. This was her first time feeling it as Hajime had great control over his pheromones. She looks up at him, struggling to level her breathing. With every last ounce of control she had left before she would pounce on him, she shoved him. “Stop!”

His whole demeanor changed, and he blinks.

“What – what is wrong with you?” Her voice cracks. Her chest heaves with each breath. Her body tingles with his pheromones and she shakes her head before leaving him stunned in his spot.

Two different dildo sizes lay by her feet as she pumps the third one, the biggest one she has into her pussy, finding any sort of relief. Her other hand rubs her clit, and she feels the much-needed orgasm nearing.

Her toes curls and her heels dig into the mattress as she reaches her climax. “Jime…”

She curls into a ball on her side, whimper as the third release has done nothing to sedate her ache.

“I’m so tired…” she mumbles to herself tiredly before slipping into slumber.

Hours later, Y/n wakes up to her phone buzzing and stares at it while it rings. She was too tired to look to see who was calling her and just when she was about to close her eyes again, the phone buzzed again, this time, along with her door bell.

“Y/n!” Pounding on her door followed shortly. “Y/n I know you’re in there! I can hear your phone. Open the door.”

Weakly lifting herself up into a sitting position, she was still naked on her bed, on her nest. Having a better view of her phone, she can see Hajime’s name on her screen.

“Y/n! Are you okay?” His voice is loud and clear, “please… just… tell me you’re okay.”

She walks over to the door, not bothering to dress and her forehead gently thuds against the cool door. “I’m fine, Hajime.”

She doesn’t hear him on the other side and was about to speak when he whispers loud enough for her, “you’re in heat?”

It was her turn to stay quiet, her eyes widen, and she was about to step away from the door when he continues, “I can smell you.” He growls, “I can smell you, Y/n… you smell… so fucken good.”

Her legs press together to the ache between her legs. “Go – go home… I’ll be fine.”

“Let me help you.”

“No.” Yes, she wanted to yell.

“Y/n, open the door, let me… let me help you.” He sounded just as desperate as she did.

Her body acted faster than her brain, a hand turned the bolt lock and push the door handle, giving him access.

The door opens, the light in the hallway lights up her doorway, lighting her naked body up like a spot light.

“Fuck,” he growls, stepping in and locking the door. He doesn’t even take off his shoes and closes the distance between them, cupping her face and pressing his lips to hers hungrily.

“You’re so beautiful…” he whispers, “you have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this…”

Y/n leans into his palm, “take me, Jime… I need you… please…”

“It won’t be this once, Y/n… if I… if I take you – you are mine forever.” He growls, barely controlling himself as her smell is clouding his mind. His cock is rock hard and ready to burst against his skinny jeans. “Will you give yourself to me for life?” His mouth hovers over hers, “will you submit to me? Let me mark you?”

“Yes,” she breaths, looking up at him. “I’ve only ever wanted you…”

Hajime lifts her up easily, walking towards her small bed. He lays her on her bed and his eyes catches a glimpse of the toys on her bed. He reaches for the biggest dildo, holding it up, “did this satisfy you at all?”

She could sense the jealousy from him and reaches to palm his bulge that was visible against his skinny jeans. “No, Jime… not even close.” She undoes the belt buckle and unbuttons his pants, letting his thick and long cock spring free. She glances at the dildo in his hand and then back at his.

He smirks and she her heart nearly skipped, he brings the dildo and compares it to his. “No wonder it didn’t satisfy you…”

The dildo was a whole inch shorter this his and wasn’t nearly as thick as his.

“This is the last time you’re using these,” he growls, grabbing all the dildos and tossing it behind him. He grabs the back of his shirt and tugs it off, also tossing it aside. His fingers glides along her slit and he groans, “you’re so wet…” he slips two fingers inside easily before slipping a third one.

Y/n widens her legs, grabbing his wrist, “more… I need more…”

Hajime grins, ready to serve. “Scoot up, babe.” She crawled back until her head rest on her pillow and spread her legs, invitingly. He stands up quickly to shrug out of his too-tight jeans and boxers before setting back on the bed and between her legs. “I… don’t have a condom with me.”

She brushes her legs over his muscular thighs, urging him closer, “I don’t have any… but I trust you.” Her hand brushes his define abdomen to his pectorals. “You’re so beautiful.”

He catches her wrist and nudges the tip of his cock against her core. “I could say the same thing for you.” He lifts her legs, angling her differently to slowly thrust, only stopping when the tip has made it’s way past her entrance. “You’re so tight…” He gently pushes further and further, feeling her walls expand to accommodate his cock. “Relax… you wanted more,” he teases.

She lets out a shaky breath at the same time, relaxing her body to welcome his intrusion. “Jime… you’re so big…”

He snaps his hips at the last inch, making her whimper. He doesn’t waste a second and begins a steady pace. “It’s all yours… just as…” he grabs her waist, “this pussy is mine… all mine.”

“Yes! Yes! All yours!” she cries, holding on to his wrists.

He leans over to take a pucker nipple into his mouth, suckling and nipping. Something inside of snaps and he thinks about how full and luscious her tits would be with milk when he breeds her. Fill her with his seed. Implant his baby inside of her, his mate, his life.

“Ah! Jime – you – you got bigger!”

He has never imagined a family in his life being that he has a career that he was too passionate about to settle down.

Hajime wasn’t not in rut; he cannot knot her this time but will when the time comes. He will and will knot her over and over until he has bred her. Will not stop until she is round with his baby. And babies.

He looks up, still suckling her poor nipple. Her moans and whimpers are enough for him to change his mind in a heartbeat.

He needed her.

“I’m so close…” she didn’t need to tell him, he could feel how her walls are tightening and that only pushed him to do what he is meant to do, serve, and satisfy his omega.

Hajime grabs her legs, pressing them down onto her chest – putting her in a matting press before he snapped his hips fast and hard. He was close himself, feeling himself expand even though he won’t knot.

“Gonna cum so hard inside your sweet pussy, love… going to put a baby inside of you.” She nods her head, whimpering and saying something he couldn’t comprehend.

“I love you, Jime…”

Pressing her further into her bed, he kisses her until his hips still and he groans. His body shakes and tremble as her bed rattles against the wall. Lewd and gushing noise echo the room as he slowly continues to thrust. He kisses her softly, “I love you too…” he whispers breathless. “I love you Y/n.”

“The female in our family has to join the military when they reach a certain age. It’s a family tradition.” Y/n explained, head resting on his arm. She looks up at him, “I had to go back home because I needed to do paperwork and physical training.”

“When did you find out you are an omega?”

“Three days after I enlisted into the military. By law… only alphas are allowed, and I was an alpha then…”

“You stayed in the military as an omega?!”

Y/n flinched at his outburst. “I learned to hide my pheromones. When my heat came, I took a break – the nurse, who knew I was an omega, would lock me up in a room that they use for alphas during ruts to ride out my heat.”

Hajime pulls her into his arms, rolling her on top of him. “You’re so crazy. None of those bastards touch you, did they?”

She shakes her head, kissing him on the lips. “No, I always kicked their asses if they got close to me.”

He smiles against her lips, “that’s my girl.”

E/N: I have completed a/b/o stories for Sakusa, Suna and Kita as well, you can find it in my master list 😊

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