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Omfg I love your reader inserts! Can I get an Alpha! Bokuto Kōtarō x Omega! Fem! Reader? A scenario where Reader-chan goes to Nekoma and is the male volleyball team’s manager, reader chan gets stuck in heat and Bokuto gets jealous of Kuroo trying to help reader-chan? Smut would be nice but it doesn’t have to be fam! Have fun!

Rating: Explicit, MDNI

Genre: Omegaverse AU (Alpha!Bokuto, Omega!Reader)

Word count: 7.4K

Warnings: 18+ content, MDNI, afab!reader, heat sex, fingering, bokuto being whipped for you, soft sex, biting, doggy, okay maybe not that soft, knots

AN: I made it extra smutty since this was requested a while ago!!

You could tell before you had fully sat down for Registration that it was going to be a bad day. You had only just woken up on time, having forgotten to plug your phone in last night to recharge, you’d left your lunch at home and didn’t have enough money to buy some at the cafeteria. You forced the fiercest scowl on your face, learnt from fellow Omega Yaku to ward away anyone who wanted to talk to you. You were definitely not in a talking mood.

“You okay, (Name)-chan?” A quiet voice spoke, your aggravation melting away as Kenma asked about your well-being.

“I’m as good as my current circumstances allow me to be,” you told him, pouting as you were forced to remember how horrible your week had been. Due to the harsh rain and living on the first floor, your apartment had been flooded quite badly. Thankfully, the landowner was getting it under control and wouldn’t be charging but you, and the rest of the first floor, had been forced to move out of the building. You had moved into a cheap flat but since you hadn’t had much time to pack, you’d had forgotten a lot of your things.

“Do you know when you’ll be able to move back in?” Kenma asked, golden eyes worried.

“Hmm, probably not in the next week or two, there’s going to be a lot of renovation from water damage,” you relayed what your landowner had told you when you had rung her earlier.

“What about your,” Kenma’s eyes swept across the class to make sure no one was listening in on your conversation and moved closer to you, “Suppressants?”

In your haste to pack enough clothes, toiletries and technology you didn’t want to get water damaged or stolen, you had forgotten to grab your Suppressor Pills. For pretty much any Omega living in Tokyo, they would have been one of the first things packe. You, however, had gone to a small middle school in the Miyagi Prefecture that had had a very small number of Alphas in attendance. As a result of the limited interactions with the other Designation, you hadn’t really needed Suppressants. When you had chosen to attend Nekoma High in Tokyo, which was bound to have a much greater population of Alphas than your previous school, you had decided it would be best to go onto the medication. The first year of High School had been split between managing the Nekoma Volleyball Team and testing out different types of Suppressants. It had only been at the start of the second year, after almost giving up trying to find medication that worked for you, that you’d finally found Suppressants that didn’t make you feel nauseous or had your moods constantly swinging from high to low. Unfortunately, the few months you’d been on the Suppressants hadn’t been enough for them to be given enough importance that you would remember them in your travel packing list and so you had left them in your flat. Your flat that was currently inaccessible… For the next few weeks.

“Eugh, don’t remind me about that problem! I tried to swing by to grab them but I wasn’t allowed entrance- they said that the water may have damaged the structural integrity of the first floor and it’d be too dangerous for a ‘small Omega to go in’,” your face turned into a nasty frown as you quoted to your fellow Omega what one of the construction workers had told you, “so I’ve not been able to get them. I’ve had to make do by rolling as much Scent Blocker, which I had to buy from the pharmacy ‘cuz I forgot that as well, as is physically possible on all my Scent Glands.” Your frown turned into a grimace as you recalled the chicken dance you were forced to do every morning to dry the amount of Scent Blocker applied to your body.

“Isn’t there anyway you can go buy some more Suppressors? I’m not sure how much longer you’ll remain out of Heat, especially since you’ve been on them for a few months now,” Kenma mused. You just sighed at his suggestion and rested your head on your folded arms on the desk.

Whilst Alphas and Omegas had to first go to their local doctors to discuss going on Suppressors and trailing ones that worked well for them, once they had decided on a Suppressor type they could set up a standing order for that prescription and collect it over the counter at a pharmacy of their choice. As you had had bad reactions to the most common Suppressors, you had been forced to use a type that was produced in smaller batches. A limited number of pharamices stocked those pills and only one was reasonably close. The owner of that pharmacy was an Alpha that still had archaic views on Alphas and Omegas and the roles of each Designation.

“The Suppressors I’m on aren’t ones that are made in huge quantities. If I go to her and ask for some emergency Suppressors since I’ve left my previous prescription at home, she’d probably spend an hour lecturing me on how all Omegas are unreliable, knot-driven beasts that spend most of their time thinking about Alphas instead of taking their pills. She won’t even listen to my reason!”

Kenma regarded you with sympathy. Since he was on the most common Suppressant, one you’d had reacted to with severe cramps and vomiting, he couldn’t just give you his and get another month’s worth from a pharmacy that wouldn’t judge. The male’s eyes widened as he thought of a temporary solution and moved to his bag. Struggling for a second, he untied the jumper that his alpha, Kuroo, had given him that morning.

“Here, it should cover your scent and give other Alphas second thoughts on approaching you.” You smiled your gratitude and quickly pulled it over your head. Unlike many Alpha-Omegan mates, Kuroo and Kenma didn’t mind if their scents weren’t just on their mates- the entire volleyball team were like this- so you’d often been given articles of clothing from Alphas who had mates to ward off any bothersome Alphas. Before you could discuss anything else with Kenma, the teacher walked in and your class fell silent.

Sweat beading along your hairline had you huffing and quickly swiping it away. The sun was blazing down on the gymnasium but the team you managed were dedicated to training and so you had been forced to endure the heat with them. Not that you could say, with all honesty, that you really minded since the Fukurōdani team had come to practise with your team. You looked up just in time to see the Alpha Captain spiking the ball, it bouncing on the shiny floor before Yaku could get to it. Your gaze remained on the third year, taking in how his muscles flexed as he moved around the court. Even though he was on the opposing team, you couldn’t help the smile as he scored another point- or maybe it was because of his cute celebration.

“Ho, ho, ho, what prey has caught your eyes?” Kuroo asked, sneaking up on you in your brief lapse of attention. He had wanted to sit on the sides and observe his team to locate any big weaknesses in their teamwork or form so wasn’t on the court for the friendly game. Tracing your stare back to where you had been looking at, Kuroo’s smirk widened. “Cute, our lil’ Queen has had her interest piqued. And by a bird, no less- at least it’s a bird of prey. I’m sure he’ll be able to handle your claws.” Kuroo curved his hands to resemble claws and winked at you. You scoffed and rolled your eyes at his antics.

“Just because we’re members of the Nekoma Volleyball team doesn’t mean we’re literally cats, Kuroo!” You side-eyed him. “I still don’t know why you know the term for a female cat.”

“I’m in Class 5, y’know, a college preparatory class.”

“Yeah, but you’re you! You know the full word of DHA but don’t know that sleeping without those pillows over your head will cure you of your serious bed hair.” You stood on tip-toes to pull at a strand of his black hair. The two of you both jumped apart at the louder than normal sound of a volleyball hitting the floor. Looking over you saw how Bokuto was glowering in your direction, though he seemed to be staring at Kuroo. The cold look he had on his face instantly melted when your eyes met with his and he gave you a beaming grin. You tucked a piece of hair behind your eye and shyly glanced down at the gym floor. Whilst you would have normally sent the male a smile and a wave, Kuroo standing there, no doubt observing you two, had you feeling more timid than usual.

“I’m sure, if you ever get tired of this dancing around each other, you could just go over and declare your want to Court him,” Kuroo spoke, your eyes bulging and heat blooming on your cheeks.

“Kuroo! Oh my God, why-what-would?!” You spluttered out.

“What?” Kuroo shrugged his shoulders. “I thought you were all about being a progressive Omega. It’s not a bad thing if an Omega starts a Courtship- it’s the twenty-first century after all.” The captain studied you for a few seconds. “If you’re afraid of rejection, I’m sure that won’t happen; you two have been flirting with each other since the end of your first year- how many times has he taken you out for ice cream after a joint practice? Bo is clearly into you, look he’s puffing his chest out for you.” Peeking up you saw that Bokuto was, indeed, puffing his chest up, the action of an Alpha wanting to impress an Omega.

“Shouldn’t you be, I don’t know, watching your own team for errors?” You prompted him. Kuroo narrowed his eyes at you, not liking your stubbornness. He was tired of having to spend ages listening to Bokuto gush about you plus Kenma had told him that you often texted him about the owl-looking captain. It was clear that you both had a lot in common and had great chemistry but you came from a traditional family who would disprove of you, an Omega, making the first move. It also didn’t help that you both went to different schools and were on rival teams- he had barely been able to hold back the first time someone remarked on how close you were to the Fukurōdani team, especially their captain. Since you were similar to Kenma, you wouldn’t want that type of negative attention directed towards you.

“This isn’t over,” Kuroo warned, pointing a finger at you and turning to head back to the bench. You just laughed and moved to one of the open doors, intent on refilling the team’s water bottles to give to them once the set was over.

Luckily, when you returned from filling the canteens up, you were greeted with a soaring Bokuto spiking the ball down onto the floor. The sheer power behind the ball forced it through Lev’s block. When both of his feet were on the ground, Bokuto knelt down and punched the air with both fists. The whistle blew as the first set went to Fukurōdani. Bokuto stood up, arms still curled not noticing how you stood in the doorway, transfixed over how his top clung to his frame in such a way that you could see the silhouette of his back muscles.

As he walked off the court he brought up the hem of his blue shirt, using it to wipe off the sweat on his forehead, and revealed part of his six-pack. The simple action had you flustered, hand coming up to fan your face for what seemed like the fifth time in a minute. You had asked a few members sitting on the bench earlier if they had thought it was hot but all had replied with a ‘no’. The air-con and opened doors helped to keep the heat from becoming sweltering yet you still felt like you were trapped in an inferno. Before you could dwell on your sudden heated body, your team was huddling in front of Kuroo on the edge of the court and you jumped back into action.

The box filled with the drink canteens dug painfully into your hip as you shuffled to where the sweaty players were gathered. In your peripheral vision, you saw a flash of white dart forward and what sounded like the start of your name being yelled before Kuroo sauntered over and grabbed the heavy box from your grip. Normally, you would have spat at him that you could manage. Instead, you gladly handed the crate over your arms feeling both weak and heavy simultaneously.

“You okay?” The Alpha asked, worry flitting through his face as he took your flushed appearance in and how you leant on him slightly. His eyes did a quick sweep over the gym to see if there were any Alphas loitering- there had been a few occasions where a knit of brave, or dumb, Alphas had turned up during practice to flirt with the Omegas on the team- but stopped at the pouting Bokuto. Akaashi was holding the back of his shirt to stop him from doing whatever the captain wanted to do. Judging by how his body was tilted in your direction, Kuroo assumed the Alpha was jealous of how close you were standing to him. Kuroo didn’t take it to heart that Bokuto, in his obvious attraction towards you, thought of him as a rival even though Kuroo had his own mate. He was an Alpha too and occasionally found himself growling low when he saw another Alpha near Kenma.

“I…I feel a bit faint,” you muttered, bringing his attention back to you. Frowning and handing the drink box to his Beta, Kai, he brought the back of his hand to your forehead and felt your temperature.

“You’ve got a bit of a fever,” Kuroo muttered, hand sweeping to check your cheeks. There was a loud shout and the sound of heavy footsteps before Bokuto was next to you.

“Are you okay, (Name)-chan? Do you need to go to the infirmary?” The captain bombarded you with questions, fretting over your weak body. By this point, most of the team members had noticed your situation and were looking in your direction, Bokuto’s loud voice not helping. Your cheeks just burnt more at the extra attention.

“I’m f-fine, Bo-kun.” You didn’t see how he lit up at the nickname, chest puffing out instinctively. “It’s probably because I haven’t had much to eat, I left my lunch at home,” you sheepishly admitted. Immediately, you heard the chirping sounds of several Alphas, an instinctive response to situations where harm could or had occurred to an Omega- the team still teased Lev over the time he had spent five minutes chirping and cuddling Yaku when his mate had gotten a paper cut.

“(Name)-chan, that’s bad for your health,” Kuroo gently chided. Seeing that the teams were beginning to get agitated from sensing an Omega in distress, Kuroo ordered Kai to lead Nekoma’s team back onto court whilst he dealt with you, hoping that the Fukurōdani team would follow suit. Thankfully, the males fell back into place on court though Bokuto remained by your side, waving off his teammates’ questions.

Kuroo led you to the locker rooms, knowing you wouldn’t be a fan of the attention. It was an indicator as to how out of it you were when you didn’t protest as Bokuto’s arm wrapped around your waist to help support you. You leaning into the other captain’s touch had the messy haired male raising his eyebrow but not saying anything. Kuroo instead focused on rummaging through his locker to find the spare snacks he kept there. You laid on the floor, half of your body on Bokuto as he propped you up whilst leaning his back on the wall. When Kuroo turned back, brandishing the packaged food, he noticed the white with black and gold striped jacket that your lower half was sat on; he couldn’t help but smirk at how the other Alpha’s attempts to keep you as comfortable and off the cold, hard ground as possible.

“Here, (Name)-chan, I’ve got some food. You should’ve told me about your lack of lunch, I’d have happily shared my bento,” Kuroo gently scolded. Bokuto growled deep in his chest, arms flexing around you to pull your back closer to his chest at Kuroo’s words. Even in jest, it was a bad idea to insult the mate of an Alpha, or an Omega as Kuroo came to find out when Kenma jumped onto a female Beta for insulting his mate’s unruly hair.

Kuroo opened the wrapper to prevent a fight. A conflict with his friend was not going to help you at all. As his Alpha was howling at him to help an Omega in distress, one, who though not his mate, was a member of his Pack, Kuroo didn’t think before he held the dry cracker up to your lips.

Before your lips could even open to accept the food, a hiss came from Bokuto, his eyes almost glowing in the state he was.

“Bo! She needs food, calm yourself!” Kuroo snapped at his friend. He could see your body respond to the aggression that was coming from the two males. The feline captain knew that Bo wanted you to be his mate but had thought that, since you were in his Pack, the other Alpha would be respectful enough to let Kuroo help you. At the very least, he had assumed that Bokuto would swallow his instincts if only to make you feel better quicker.

A whimper left your lips, your eyes scrunching at the fire that was flooding through your body. Immediately, you had both Alphas’ attention on. You wiggled in Bokuto’s lap, the male groaning at the feeling as your weak hands tried to pull off your tracksuit jacket. A more pathetic whine fell from your lips when you were unable to pull the zip down. The Alpha you were in the arms of being to cluck to comfort you.

“Off, puh-lease,” you moaned out, just having enough function over your hands to tug on your jacket. Instantly, Bokuto was unzipping the clothing but stilled when the zipper was almost at the end.

“Are you sure, (Name)-chan?” He asked, uncertainty dancing through his eyes. Even now, he didn’t want to take advantage of you. You nodded your head violently, regretting it when the action made the room swim. With as much care as he could, Bokuto took off the offending material. The moan you let out once the air met your flushed skin had both males blushing. Deciding that just having your jacket off wasn’t enough to cool you down, you pulled your black undertop as high as possible, the edges of your bra just peeking out. Bokuto swallowed and forced his gaze away from your stunning body

The owl-like captain clenched his jaws shut, eyes scrunched closed as he tried his hardest to reign his inner Alpha in. He didn’t understand why he was responding so intensely to Kuroo or you; he had been around you many times before and had had to witness your Pack cuddle you but had learnt to restrain himself. The saccharine scent that wafted into his nose had Bokuto’s eyes flying open. From your previous year testing out Suppressants, he had become accustomed to your lavender scent, though it had become diluted from your medicine. But now, it was a lot stronger than he had ever smelt.

“I… I think she’s… she’s in Heat,” Bokuto informed Kuroo.

“That’s impossible, she’s on Suppressants,” Kuroo told him, staring only at your flushed form. You had a light sheen of sweat on the skin bared to the air and you were panting. Heat would also explain your sudden spike in temperature. “Unless…. Shit!”

“What?” Bokuto asked, cradling you as gently as he could and cooing down at you when you whimpered in pain. Without thinking, one of his large hands slid over your shirt to rest on your right side, rubbing circles into the flesh. It calmed you down, your eyes sliding closed and your body turned to lay chest to chest with Bokuto.

“Her apartment got flooded last week, she had to vacate it. (Name)-chan forgot to pack her Suppressants. She told us she was going to go back and get them yesterday but obviously she wasn’t able to,” Kuroo spoke softly, taking your appearance in. He ignored Bokuto’s warning grumble, the male stroking your head to try and ease your pain. “Stop breathing her scent in!”

“I can’t help it!” Bokuto whined, nose pressed into the crown of your head. “She smells so good.”

Kuroo sighed, hand brushing through his black hair as he tried thinking of something. From the brief glimpse he had got, your pupils were extremely dilated and you had stopped responding to them in anything other than monosyllabic noises or through your body.

“Did she come into school in Pre-Heat?” Bokuto’s voice was almost feral as he pictured all the Alphas leering at you. You mewled in his arms, worming your face into the crook of his neck.

“Bo, you really need to try and control yourself, she’s mainly reacting to you.” As he was already mated and your Pack Leader, your body was, at the bare minimum, not reacting to his Alpha scent. If your sudden Heat got too bad, you might start actively rejecting him since he wasn’t a viable Heat Mate.

A Heat, or Rut, Mate was typically an Alpha or Omega that stayed with another Omega or Alpha, helping them with their Heat/Rut but wasn’t their actual Mate. Heat/Rut Mates were becoming increasingly more popular, especially to the younger generations, as society changed with its civillisation’s evolving perceptions of Alphas and Omegas. This allowed Omegas and Alphas to not go through as many Heats/Ruts in as much pain without having to first find their Mate.

“Does she have a Rut Mate?” Bokuto wheezed out. The look on his face betrayed his fear that you did have someone to help you through this intimate time. Kuroo knew that, if you did, Bokuto would let you go to them even if it would pain him.

“No,” Kuroo shook his head, eyes wandering around the room. Thankfully, all the doors and windows were shut so your scent would remain locked in the changing rooms for about another half hour.

“We’re gun’ hafta…. Hafta move her to a… Heat Room,” Bokuto grunted out, losing himself to your enticing scent. Heat Rooms were rooms found in almost all buildings from schools, workplaces and even in some shops which were completely sound and scent proof with locks on either side to prevent Alphas, or Omegas if it was a Rut Room, from getting in and mating with the in-Heat Omega or in-Rut Alphas.

“There’s one on the other side of the sports field,” Kuroo told him. He stood up to peer out the window. “I can’t see any Alphas out there so I think her scent has been contained so far.” He moved towards you but halted when Bokuto growled a warning at him, eyes flashing. By now your slick had made your pants completely wet, your skirt dampening as your body continued to produce it, the short material not fully hiding the sweet smelling fluids that had stuck to the back of your thighs.

“Did you hear that, sweet ‘Mega, we’re gunna… get you to a…a Heat Room,” Bokuto whispered to you, still struggling to control himself with your scent rolling over him. He trailed a hand fervently along your cheek, heart swelling when you turned your face to nuzzle into it, eyes opening to stare up into his.

“Alpha…please,” you begged, rubbing your thighs together to try and quench the need you felt. Kuroo turned, reaching out to you in order to take you from his friend to carry you to Nekoma’s Heat Room. To his surprise, he saw you extend your arms in Bokuto’s direction.

Although it wasn’t under the best circumstances, Kuroo knew that this could be the push you two needed to get together. He forced his Alpha down, the animal inside of him ordering him to go and protect an Omega in his Pack, and turned to stare down at Bokuto. “She’s chosen you.” He hoped that Bokuto would understand what Kuroo was implying but by the grim determination that flitted through his face had Kuroo almost growling. Whilst it was admirable that Bokuto was silencing his Alpha and the black haired male knew that he could trust the other to get you safely to the Heat Room, Kuroo was sure that Bokuto would resist all your temptations and it would end with you two dancing around each other once again.

With little effort, Bokuto scooped you up, his arms also picking up his jacket that you had been sat on. Without even looking at it fully, he could tell it was sodden with your slick. Once you were securely tucked into his chest, the Alpha sending a small cluck to tell you it was all going to be okay, he strode out of the room. The feeling of the sun’s rays directly on your skin had a quiet whine falling from your lips. Bokuto hushed you, maneuvering you so that he held you with one arm, freeing his other hand so he could pull your top down and his sports jacket around your arms to protect you from the additional heat.

You don’t really pay attention to the walk to the Heat Room; there might have been a time or two where the Alpha carrying you stopped and growled at something or someone but you weren’t fully conscious of his actions. By the time he had reached the small building which would secure the Omegas and Alphas, you had begun to beg under your breath for him to take you. Him gripping the flesh of your legs and sides was the only response he gave you to your pleas.

The Beta nurse stationed at the Heat/Rut Room jumped up from the desk and took charge, ordering Bokuto to place you into one of the free rooms. He swiftly moved around your sweating figure, checking your vitals and asking questions to the Alpha that stood by your side, hand holding yours as he answered to the best of his ability. He watched on as the nurse managed to coax you to drink a full bottle of water and take a few bites of a Heat Bar- snacks packed with as much nutrients as possible to help an Omega through their Heat. When he deemed you as stable as he could get you to be, the Nurse moved to the entrance of the room, gesturing for Bokuto to follow him. The ace did so unwillingly, keeping his hand wrapped around yours for as long as possible. When you made a noise of protest, he stopped and pressed a kiss to the back of your knuckles, promising to be by your side as quickly as possible.

“You’ll have to get her to drink a full bottle of water once every thirty minutes. A Heat Bar should be consumed about once an hour. From what I’ve gathered, this is just a Flash Heat- normally when an Omega suddenly goes off their Suppressants they can get a Flash Heat. It’s not an actual Heat as it doesn’t last as long and while it does have similar symptoms, they’re not to the extremes that an actual Heat can produce.” The Nurse didn’t give Bokuto any time to respond, leaving the Alpha to stand there and nod dumbly. “I’m assuming that you’re on Rut Suppressors; you’re under twenty, so your sperm isn’t potent but use these anyways,” the Nurse thrusted a handful of condoms into Bokuto’s arms, ones specially designed to accommodate an Alpha’s knot. “I would predict her Flash-Heat should end in probably three or four hours so you won’t have to spend the night here. Just make sure she’s as hydrated as possible and also be ready to explain this when her Flash Heat does end, she’s probably going to be very disorientated.” The Nurse looked at Bokuto, an eyebrow raised when the Alpha made no move to go to the Omega in the room. “Aren’t you going to tend to your Mate?”

“Ah, no, I’m not her Mate!” Bokuto yelped. “Not that I wouldn’t want to be her mate, I’d love to be her Mate, but she’s not mine.”

“Right. Look, there’s an Omega in a Flash Heat in that room who is quite clearly calling for you. Her symptoms are pretty extreme for a Flash Heat, the only reason why this one so closely resembles an actual Heat is because her Mate must have been around her.” The Nurse nudged Bokuto towards the room, nodding at the unsure Alpha. With a final explanation on how to lock the door from the inside, the nurse closed the door.

The strong scent of the forest and mint had your eyes opening to see Bokuto at the foot of your bed. Everything the nurse had done to stabilise you had worked and you were more coherent; if you wanted to, you could just spend the entire time just wrapped in the Alpha’s arms as his scent would be enough to keep you settled. The Nurse had advised it would be best to mate with him at least once to flush the Heat completely out of your system. Recollections of him looking after you came back to you and, as your Omega preened at how such a strong Alpha had helped you when you were unable to look after yourself, you knew you couldn’t deny her any longer. Just seeing Bokuto there had slick dripping from your hole. You saw how the Alpha gulped as you opened your legs, allowing the scent of slick to spread to him.

“(N-Name)-chan,” Bokuto began, eyes never leaving the wet spot on your pants.

“Please, Alpha,” you begged. “Need you.”

In a trance, Bokuto walked over, his hand trailing softly along the skin of your leg as he climbed onto the bed and knelt over you. The skin where he had traced both cooled at his touch but was also set alight at the Alpha’s caress. Your thighs fall open to give him more room yet Bokuto’s hands remained fisted in the bed sheets on either side of your hips.

“Tell me if you want me to stop, ‘Mega,” Bokuto breathed quietly, licking his lips as he saw how his voice affected you.

“Please don’t. Never stop, my Alpha.” The words broke through his restraints and the captain closed the gap between your lips. Your lips met in a frenzied manner, lips parting to let his tongue into your mouth. Your hands moved up his chest to tangle into his hair to pull him even closer. A growl left Bokuto’s lips as he dominated the kiss, drawing back to pepper kisses down your jaw. When his lips came to where your neck met your shoulder, Bokuto began to kiss the area, dragging his sharp teeth over the skin to leave it marked and you keening. As much as he wanted to, he wasn’t going to claim you fully with a Mating Bite when you were in the middle of a Heat.

“Wish we could be d-doing this under better c-circumstances,” Bokuto told you, hands never stopping roaming your curves as if to reassure him that this was really happening.

Urgently, you tugged at the white hair at the base of his neck to guide him back up to your lips. Your tongues met in a dance of passion and when Bokuto pulled back, your teeth nipped his bottom lip to show your displeasure.

“Now, now, pretty Omega, behave,” Bokuto ordered, large hands squeezing your hips to drive his point across. You were unable to prevent your hips from bucking against him, your clothed arousal rubbing over the tent in his shorts and forcing a feral growl from him.

“You smell so fucking good,” Bokuto praised, words pouring out of his lips now that he no longer had to fight against his Alpha instincts. His hands pulled your shirt off of you, taking a few seconds to understand how your bra unhooked before it was sent flying to the floor in a similar fashion to your top. Immediately, his hands were cupping your breasts, pressing kisses to one nipple whilst his hand toyed with the other one. Bokuto’s calloused fingers had your head tossing back as he rolled your nipple between his volleyball-toughened fingers. At the sound of your gasp, Bokuto moved his head from where he was creating a hickey just below your left breast, directly over your heart, to ask you what was wrong.

“Sorry, my hands are really rough. I don’t want to hurt you,” the Alpha apologised, taking his hands off of your soft body to stare dejectedly at hands he deemed unworthy to touch you with. You grabbed them, bringing one to your breast and pushing the other one under your skirt.

“I want to feel your fingers on my clit and curling against my walls until I’m hoarse from screaming your name, Alpha,” you whispered against his lips. You were answered with an unhinged growl. Bokuto’s eyes began to glow gold as he stopped trying to control his Alpha instincts.

His face lowered to your neck and began to leave love bites from the column of your neck to your breast, heaving as you tried to regain your breath. The sharp pricks from his teeth and how his lips kissed the marks better, switching to sucking hickeys into your flesh every so often had loud moans falling from your lips. Desperately, your hands bunched the fabric of his shirt and tugged harshly on it, making it clear you want it off. Complying with your non-verbal command, Bokuto leant back long enough to rip the shirt off his chest before bending back down and placing a kiss on your right left collar bone in response to your whine at the sudden distance. Bokuto couldn’t help the slight huff of amusement as he saw how badly you needed him to be close to you.

Your breath hitched when you felt the Alpha’s finger press against the damp spot on your pants. The spike of pleasure as his hands brushed your clit had your fingers dragged down his broad back, fingernails leaving pink lines on the skin. Bokuto growled in his chest as he felt how wet you were from his ministrations.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” Bokuto cursed as he felt your arousal.

“Please, touch me,” you begged him, fingers curling into his biceps.

“I am touching you,” Bokuto smirked, pressing a quick kiss on your lips.

“Don’t tease me, not like Kuroo-kun.” Saying the other Alpha’s name was a mistake as the Fukurōdani’s captain ripped your pants off and threw them over his shoulder. Your cry of his name turned into a moan as two of his fingers immediately went to circling your swollen clit. The pleasure had your eyes rolling back and offering your hips up for more. Bokuto pressed his fingers down, gathering your slick in his fingers then pulled his hand away; he hushed you gently when you let out a whine of displeasure but was busy staring at his fingers that were spread apart, your slick clinging to his fingers.

“Look at this, so wet, ‘Mega. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” You moaned at his promise and wrapped your legs around his waist to try and persuade him to hurry up.

“Patience, (Name)-chan,” Bokuto chided. He sighed then added, “I really want to go down on you, oh, what a sight you’d be as I eat you out- your thighs tight around my head and my arms pinning your hips down onto the bed so I can pleasure you how you deserve.” You felt even more slick gush out of your needy hole at his words. “But, more than anything, I want you to feel better so we’ll leave that ‘till after you’re out of this Heat, how about that?”

Before you could answer him, Bokuto pushed two thoroughly slick-covered fingers into your pussy. You both groaned as he began to pump his fingers in and out, curling his fingers so the pads massaged that spot that had your thighs shaking. Cautiously, he added a third finger, keeping his eyes on your face to know if you were in pain. When you only wiggled your hips to encourage him to continue, he began to move them in and out again to make sure you were properly ready for his cock.

“Alpha, p-please, need your knot,” you babbled, nails scratching from his shoulders to his elbows at the pleasure. Thankfully, Bokuto just wanted to make you happy so quickly complied. Within a few seconds he had shimmied your skirt down to your ankles and guided you to turn over onto your hands and knees into the Mating Position. After a few seconds of nothing, you swivelled your head to see him pulling his shirt over his broad shoulders and push his shorts down enough to free his erection. One of his big hands traced up your thigh, taking a second to grab one of your butt-cheeks in his hands, rumbling at how it fit perfectly in his hand. The non-verbal praise had you blushing and bending your spine to push your ass into the air more. When nothing else happened, the Alpha lost in a daze as he admired your pose, you wiggled your hips to make him move. A second later, his hand came down to softly spank your rear, though with not nearly the same power as his spikes as he didn’t want to hurt his Mate, telling you to behave.

“(Name)-chan, one last time. Do you want this to happen?”

“Yes, Bo-kun, I want you, wanted you for the longest time. Please, please give me your knot- I need it, please.” The Alpha scrambled to rip open the condom package and pulled it over his hard dick, cutting off your pleas as he pushed his length into you. Your head dipped back as you finally felt full, Bokuto pressing his forehead against your shoulder blades, similarly affected. Bokuto stayed still for a few moments, wanting for you to be fully adjusted to his size and girth before he started to really move.

“Ready?” The white-haired male asked as he brought his right hand closer to your own hand spread out on the bed sheet. Bokuto slid his fingers between yours to give you something to hold onto. Your hand latched onto his, giving it a quick squeeze.

“Yes, Alpha, I’m ready. Oh, and Bo? Don’t hold back.”

Bokuto pushed his head into the part of your neck that met your shoulder as he withdrew from your tight walls. When only the tip was still in your pussy, he slammed back in. You groaned as you felt the pleasure race through your veins at how he stretched you out perfectly. Bokuto began to speed up his pace, the animal inside of him caring little to draw it out or make it more romantic. The sounds of skin slapping against each other quickly filled the air as Bokut continued to slam into you; each time, the tip of his cock brushed against the spongy tissue that had your shaking arms soon unable to hold you up properly.

Unable to keep your top half up your stomach fell onto the bed, deepening the arch of your back.

Bokuto moved his hands to hold your waist, the two being large enough to wrap around the majority of your frame, and held you up with his muscles. Somewhere distant in your mind, you pouted at being unable to scratch your nails down his back but you didn’t dwell too much on it as Bokuto continued to fuck the Flash Heat out of you. Putting his weight on one hand, the ace moved his free hand to rub figures of eight on your neglected clit. Your hands curled into the sheet as you felt yourself rapidly approach your high, the swelling of Bokuto’s knot helping you reach your end. Your thighs spread out more, your back bowing further as you threw your head back from the pleasure coursing through your system.

“Alpha… Alpha please, g-gunna cum,” you wailed a warning.

“Cum on my dick, ‘Mega,” Bokuto panted, licking a strip of flesh from your neck to the back of your ear. Your entire neck was turning purple from the amount of marks he had pressed into the flesh, the sight making the Alpha preen and his knot swell.

When the Alpha raked his teeth down the right side of your neck, you came with a shout, your Heat having enhanced everything by a hundred. Feeling your walls clench around him had Bokuto roaring and coming undone, his knot catching on the rim of your pussy and tying him to you. The Omega in you whined at how you couldn’t feel his cum spurt deep inside of you but just the feel of his knot expanding had you purring.

You started when you felt a tongue lave over some of the bites on your necks, Bokuto beginning to groom you. A giggle left your lips as you tilted your head back into him, not used to this. The volleyballer grinned at how at ease you were, the Alpha in him also content. Bokuto wrapped his arms around you so he could gently manoeuvre the two of you into a laying position, doing his best not to tug at where the two of you were connected to not overstimulate you. Once on your sides, the captain reached to the bedside table where the Nurse had left a few bottles of water and snack bars. He twisted the lid off, your half-shut eyes greedily drinking in how his muscles flexed at the action. When he pressed the bottle to your lips, you gulped down the water, only realising then how parched your throat had become from the Mating. When it was half empty, you pulled it away and nudged it to Bokuto to drink. He finished it up and threw it into the bin near the room.

“How long will your knot last?” You asked, sighing as his muscular arms draped along your waist.

“Thirty minutes maybe.” You almost choked at how long it was- most knots lasted for fifteen minutes. For his to last so long showed just how strong an Alpha he was. “How are you feeling? Still feverish? Hungry?”

“I think the Flash Heat has gone, just you being near me was enough to drive most of it away,” you admitted, a hand absently trailing along the veins running along his forearm. The Alpha behind you nuzzled into the back of your neck.

“That’s good, I’m happy that you’re feeling better. Maybe after this we can go get ice cream… y’know, to replenish the lost calories.” You couldn’t help but giggle at how he was still not asking you. Replaying what Kuroo had told you earlier, you decided to just go for it.

“Bo-kun, after this is over, would you let me… Court you?”

“WHAT! NOO!” You cringed at his rejection but soon relaxed as he continued to shout. “I was supposed to be the one to ask you that! No the other way ‘round.”

“Bo-kun, do you want to Court me?” You asked with a giggle, interrupting his sulking moment. He instantly perked up, a massive grin on his face.

“I would be honoured to!” You smiled and leant in to press a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell the rest of them you were the one who popped the question.”

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #omegaverse #omega!reader #alpha!bokuto #kotaro bokuto #bokuto x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu reader insert #omegaverse au #reader insert #haikyuu smut #bokuto smut #kotaro bokuto smut #tw.omegaverse #tw.smut #tw.knotting #bokuto x reader smut

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henryisscared · 3 years

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Warning, gay shit/suggestive and Omegaverse ahead. Gogy on to heat.

Can be taked as me doing a drabble or just throwing ideas.

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Even after interacting with this alpha for a long as time, so much to even send him letters and responses, George never presented his symptoms.

At least, not until it passed two whole years with Wilbur, slowly gaining his trust enough to call whatever they had as a friendship. It... Felt good. He has friends in his kingdom but they are younger than him, it makes George a little out of place.

So, since Wilbur is a prince and all of that, he understands him better. At least a little.

Poor George had been feeling a little icky since he woke up but this was one of those days where he finally could relax since, well, Wilbur was going to visit him! And George promised him to to a little tour entirely in the castle and maybe, just maybe, onto some cities.

"You smell really sweet today, George... Is that a new cologne?" Was the first thing he said to the young King. It should been enough for them to set red flags about what was happening but... They didn't.

George simply smell himself a little. Yeah, it was a little sweet than normal. Maybe the maids change it? Or buy the wrong one?

"You... Don't like it?"

"Oh, no, on the contrary. You smell like... Strawberry with vanilla. It's actually quite pleasant."

And George just smiled. And continue to talk with him from all the things they couldn't in simple letters while walking around the castle.

The strange feeling didn't disappear and George was growing uncomfortable by the minutes. There was moments where Wilbur offered his arm so George could lean a bit onto him to grab it. When he felt good enough, George just let go off Wilbur. It was constant but neither of them recognize the symptoms.

George because he was a king and all of the people on the castle always had to deal with betas and alphas as their rulers, his teachers never really told him about omegas.

Wilbur obviously knows some of the symptoms, he needed to know if he was someday going to be the king but since none of his friends/Acquaintances were omegas, he didn't really paid that much attention. Even Niki was an Alpha.

It was only when Gogy said something like "It's really hot today", in a winter morning, that Wilbur's head clogs started working. That and that the scent of George now was really overwhelming. Wilbur had to use his handkerchief as a mask to block a bit the smell.

It's not like Wilbur didn't have self-control! He has! But... George body was also calling for him which is bad and made him slightly nervous. Should he go for a beta butler? A Maid?

George tried to keep walking but every step make everything so much painful inside him. The most conscious part of him was afraid.

He knew he couldn't be an alpha. He accepted easily being a beta, it was the most neutral secondary sex and he was okay with that.

That his heat presented just the day of Wilbur's visit make him feel so vulnerable and... Dirty. He had to look up at Wilbur.

He expected a gaze full of lust, hunger. Wilbur is a fucking alpha after all.

But he was met with nervous eyes. He was trying to figure up what to do

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This was going to be the smut thing but man,

1. I accidentally erased some of it

2. My mind was thinking also "HM, I FEEL LIKE MAYBE I SHOULD NOT DO REALLY SPICY STUFF WITH THESE TWO" and erased the rest of it.

3. I'M SHY ªh

#Omegaverse #georgebur #georgenotfound #wilbur soot #wilburnotfound #a/b/o verse #a/b/o #hazey masks au

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pkmnomegaverse · 4 years

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What fankids do the Galar characters have?

So first things first is that I’m not all that quick to develop fankids. It takes me a while to decide on the canon cast, both what they’re doing in the future and if any of them get together, let alone deciding on fankids. So this is one of those things that will likely expand with time. Here’s my initial thoughts after beating the game though. Which is more about the characters than any potential fankids.

Bede

Bede is definitely the character I’m going to hyperfocus development on, which both means he gets the most drama, but in theory, his children are the “main Galar fankids”. He’s an omega, no question there. I’m pretty set on endgaming Victor/Bede, but it takes a while for them to officially get together.

I’m like 90% committed to the idea of Bede having a son conceived during ingame events, pretty much during the Champion Tournament. Let’s just say I had the terrible realization that my fankid, Darcel, would make a really good child for Bede and this other character. Darcel is too established in Kalos to switch his parents, but I was stuck on the idea for its max-drama potential, so I decided to make a new fankid. A “not-Darcel”. Bede raises his son on his own and while it’s not the primary reason he turns his life around under Opal’s guidance, he is determined to be a strong and good parent to his child. Get his life together for both their sakes. My prototype name for the kid is Roan, although I might give that name to a Pier’s kid. Regardless, someone is getting that name.

Victor and Bede kinda end up with a complicated relationship early on, in the sense that Victor wants to be more official while Bede is often pushing him away. Plus Bede has kind of a warped perspective on what’s normal in a relationship, due to his past. Despite how far he’s come, he still has a long way to go. He also doesn’t completely let go of his tsun tendencies when it comes to Victor, so even from a non-angst perspective, the guy plays hard to get. At some point, they end up with a kid, a younger half-sibling to Bede’s first child. More than likely also an accident baby.

This one is way more up in the air, but given Bede’s backstory, I can see him possibly wanting to adopt if he ever came across some unfortunate orphan in need. He’d see himself in the kid, and want to be a much better guardian than Rose was to him. Break the cycle. So perhaps he and Victor end up with a third child who’s adopted.

Piers

Piers is the other character I really loved from the game, so he gets to be hyperfocus #2. Also an omega since that’s my preference. I’m not 100% set on the pairing, but I am strongly leaning towards Raihan/Piers as endgame. I do like Raihan/Leon as well, but my vast preference for Piers means I want to do more with him. So the pairing involving him wins. I’m too bad at OT3s to generally make a threeway work, so I can’t see myself going in that direction with these three.

Kid wise, I feel like Piers has at least two kids, since I can see him wanting his child to have a sibling the way he did. As his first child is certainly an accident. The second one could be an accident as well, but is likely deliberate, since again, he wants a younger sibling for his oldest child. He likely aims for them being closer in age than he and Marnie are.

I do think that Raihan and Piers would have…problems making things work longterm. Not impossible, but I see Raihan as too into himself. Kind of selfish and also likely not liking the idea of being “tied down”. One could say Piers would similarly not want to be “tied down” but given his relationship with Marnie, I see him as much more family focused. So were he to have children with Raihan, he’d be more willing to make sacrifices to make the relationship work. But a guy can only do so much on his own. It’d be on Raihan to make some compromises as well. I still need to think about this pairing more before anything is set though.

Everyone Else

The main issue is other then the above ships, I really don’t ship anyone else. I liked Hop, but I felt he only really worked with Victor. But since Victor is with Bede…Hop is either a single dad, or maybe I’ll rarepair/crackship him with someone.

Marnie was fine, but like Hop, no one really stood out as shippable with her. Presumably Gloria could be shipped with either her or Hop, but I still have to decide if/how I want to implement her. I’m fine with the idea of her as Victor’s twin, but since it goes against what I’ve done for every other region, I’m leaning towards not doing that (since even though I made Sun and Moon twins, I had a good reason for Moon not appearing in-game. I wouldn’t be able to use the same excuse for Gloria, and I don’t want to rewrite the game plot to pretend she was there all along). So maybe she’s some random girl, in which case, she probably would work better with Marnie over Hop? Since Hop is too closely linked to the protag. Were she to be Victor’s twin though, then Hop is the more likely ship. As for omegaverse aspects, Marnie is an omega, like her brother.

Nessa/Sonia makes sense as a pairing and I can see the potential, I just don’t feel strongly enough about them to give them a fankid at this point. But they’re likely endgame. Nessa is maybe an omega, but I can honestly see her as anything. Valid arguments for each. Sonia is probably a beta.

Milo has strong potential Dad Energy, but I really have no ships for him, so probably nada for fankids. Milo is an alpha.

@pokemon-legends-and-legacies‘s suggested Bea/Gordie as a couple and the idea is really growing on me. So that one is at least a consideration. Gordie is probably an alpha and I actually kinda like the idea of Bea as a buff fighter-type omega, since I always make fighter-type trainers alphas. Although she could possibly be an alpha as well.

I like Allister in theory, but again, I don’t have the slightest clue who I’d pair him with. There’s really no one who stands out, since all the younger characters I’d likely ship with someone else. He’s an omega cause I’m like that.

Opal is an omega since I like the idea of her being able to relate to Bede in that way. Offer him some advice and probably teach him the ends and outs. Since there’s no way Rose was giving him any practical information. He probably had to rely on the internet for anything he wanted to know that wasn’t taught in whatever schooling he had. I don’t think Opal has any children, since that was the overall impression I got from her trainer cards. She just skipped straight to sorta-grandma for Bede.

I don’t really think about Kabu all that much, but he’s likely an alpha. Maybe he has family back in Hoenn, maybe he doesn’t.

Leon and Hop are both alphas, since I like the idea of all the similarities between the two being part of what fuels Hop to want to be just like his big brother at the beginning of the game. If I were going the single dad route for one of the brothers, it’d be Hop first, so Leon is the cool uncle to any of Hop’s kids. Perhaps he and Raihan end up true bros as well, so he’s kinda the cool uncle to the Raihan/Pier’s kids. Maybe.

Raihan is an alpha because of course he. No question. I feel like regardless on whether he and Pier’s make it long term, he’s still the father of Pier’s children. A dad with way too many pictures of his children.

Rose is an alpha and we’re not gonna discuss him right now since I’m struggling to decide what happens with him after the events of the game. Oleana is maybe an omega? Like Nessa, I can see there being a good argument for her being an alpha or a beta instead. I lean towards omega going with the idea Rose “rescues” both her and Bede from a life of poverty. And both are omegas, despite the fact the two don’t get along. Cause I like parallels. Oleana likely won’t have children since she’s at the bottom of my list of characters to develop.

Victor is an alpha and Gloria is maybe a beta? If I add her. Will depend on what I decide her origin story is.

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madlori · 5 years

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Unveiled - Chapter 7

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9 || Chapter 10 || Chapter 11 || Chapter 12 || Chapter 13 || Epilogue

by MadLori Word Count: 2600 Fandom: Men’s Hockey RPF Pairing: Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin Rating: NC-17 (like, heed this, please) Tags: Arranged Marriage, Modern Royalty AU, Mpreg, Not Omegaverse, No Consent Issues, Veiled Sex, Weird Traditions, Don’t Think Too Hard, Handwavey Biology

Shockingly, there is no sex in this one. But lots of gooshy feelings.

Read it on AO3

Zhenya was in the stable, brushing Admiral and brooding, when Sidney came bounding in. “Hey!” Sidney said, beaming a wide smile at him.

“Well, where the hell have you been? I haven’t seen you for...four days!” he said, mentally counting back to the day before the pregnancy announcement, when he’d last seen Sidney.

“I know, I’m sorry. I’ve been busy. Maybe you’ve heard that His Highness is pregnant.”

“I might have heard a rumor going around about that, yeah.” He left Admiral’s stall and went into Lady Esther’s, where Sidney was giving her apple slices. “Is he all right? I haven’t actually seen him myself in a few days.”

Hence his brooding mood today. He’d woken up alone the morning after their blindfolded encounter, his consort having risen early and left him. He hadn’t thought much of it (his husband was a notoriously early riser, which he definitely was not), but after not seeing him all day he didn’t get a knock on his door. The next day had been the same, and now this was the third day. He was starting to worry that the intensity of that celebratory sex had spooked his husband. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been spooked a little himself. He couldn’t help but think that they’d crossed a line past what was appropriate for embargoed spouses, even if they’d kept to the letter of the law.

“There’s been a lot going on. He has to get fitted for all these special custom unveiling clothes, and then for the ball, and then his royal stuff, jewels and crowns and things he’ll have to wear after the unveiling. Plus the doctor is all up in his business constantly, and...well, he’s been feeling a little...not great.”

Zhenya straightened up. “He’s unwell?”

Sidney shrugged. “Nothing serious. Tired, upset stomach. That’s pretty normal for a pregnant person, you know.”

“So I’ve heard.” He rubbed his chin. “Maybe I should send him a message. I don’t want him to think I’m just skipping blithely through the day without a thought to his welfare.”

“He doesn’t think that, I’m sure. Anyway he seemed much better this morning.”

“Just in time. He has his first official event tonight.”

“Yep. No offense, but I’m glad I don’t have to go.”

“Oh, you’re not guarding him?”

“No, there’ll just be two guards. Probably Letang and Patty.” He picked up Lady Esther’s saddle. “Are we riding?”

Zhenya started to say “yes,” but the word stuck in his throat. “I can’t.”

“Oh,” Sidney said, looking a little disappointed. “Other plans?”

“I’m...I just…” He sighed, then plunged ahead. “I should be dedicating my attention to my spouse, even if my time with him is limited. He’s carrying my child. I shouldn’t be...gallivanting around with another man.”

Sidney blinked at him. “Is that what we’ve been doing? Gallivanting?”

“You know what I mean.”

“I thought we were friends.” Now he just looked sad.

“Are we?” Zhenya said, quietly. They locked eyes, and he saw that Sidney knew exactly what he meant. “My first loyalty must be to him. And I’d have thought that yours would be, too.”

Sidney’s face did something he couldn’t quite parse. He turned his back and put Lady Esther’s saddle back on its peg. “As you wish, Your Royal Highness,” he said, subdued.

He walked past Zhenya towards the door, but as he drew even with him, Zhenya’s hand shot out and caught his sleeve. He’d barely been aware that he was going to do that. “It’s my fault,” he said, quietly. “Don’t think it’s because I don’t…” He couldn’t finish.

Sidney looked up at him, resignation in his eyes. “You don’t have any idea what’s going on here, Zhenya.” He pulled away and strode off across the lawn.

Zhenya frowned. He had no idea what that was supposed to mean.

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Even though he would not be officially introduced to the kingdom until his unveiling, now that the consort had conceived, he could be included in certain private state functions in a very limited capacity. One such occasion was this evening, a dinner honoring their chief jurist, who was retiring after a long and distinguished career. The King would be presenting him with a medal of meritorious service, and colleagues and friends would give speeches praising his achievements and character. The consort could not attend the bulk of the event; if he did, the embargo would prohibit Zhenya from speaking for the entire evening. After the dinner and speeches, he would join Zhenya briefly and be introduced to the gathered nobles and officials by the King, spend a few minutes being bowed to and congratulated, and then be escorted out. It was a bit of a dog-and-pony show, but it was part of the long process of welcoming a new consort into the royal family. His pregnancy would not be publicly announced, but the mere fact that he was being introduced to society and an unveiling was being planned would be enough to clue everyone in that the Crown Prince’s consort was expecting.

Zhenya was restless during dinner and speeches, anticipating his consort’s arrival. He was feeling both eager to see him and anxious for everything to go well. All the Very Distinguished speakers seemed to drone on endlessly as the guests ate the delicate desserts and sipped rich, sweet wine. The jurist himself, bless his heart, gave a refreshingly brief acceptance speech, then knelt before the King to receive his medal. Zhenya stood at his father’s side and made a concerted effort to actually keep his mind on the task at hand; this man’s service deserved his full attention. The fact that the guests were meeting the consort tonight would not have been revealed to them, but the savvier ones might have guessed once they were ushered into a drawing room for cocktails after dinner, instead of being bid good-night.

Zhenya prowled around, distracted and impatient, until finally the door cracked open and Sasha beckoned him out. He excused himself and left the drawing room; Fleury was waiting for him in the hall. “His Highness is on his way. He apologizes for keeping you waiting.” Fleury glanced around, then leaned in and spoke quietly. “He’s been throwing up since this afternoon. If this appearance could be kept as brief as possible, we’d all be grateful.”

“Of course,” Zhenya said. “If we need to postpone it altogether…”

“No, no. He’s ready, he wants to do this. Just don’t keep him any longer than you need to.”

“Absolutely.” He turned to Sasha. “Tell my father that we’ll be keeping the greetings to fifteen minutes, maximum.”

“You want me to tell the King that?” Sasha said, his eyebrows shooting up.

“Yes. If he has a problem with that, tell him I’ll be glad to cancel the entire thing and allow my husband to rest while he’s gestating the future King or Queen of this country.”

Sasha gave him a sort of it’s your funeral look and went back into the drawing room.

Fleury had a finger in his ear, listening on his communicator. “They’re here.”

They both turned just in time to see the consort and two guards -- Letang and the burly blond one called Patty -- round the corner. Zhenya’s breath caught in his throat; even extensively veiled as he was, his consort looked stunning. The veils were gold and black, loose around his face and shoulders and then elaborately draped and fitted around his torso and hips so they suggested formalwear. They flowed loose down his upper arms and back, floating dramatically behind him. He wore a tailored suit underneath the veils.

Zhenya made no effort to mask his admiration as they approached. The consort nodded to him; Zhenya put a hand over his heart and bowed quickly. He extended his arm; the consort placed one gloved hand gently in the crook of his elbow. Zhenya observed that he was moving carefully; he must still be feeling queasy. Fleury went to the door and gave a quick knock to indicate that they were ready.

They moved to the doorway; from inside, Zhenya heard the sergeant-at-arms speak in his booming voice to get everyone’s attention. “My lords and ladies, friends and distinguished guests. His Majesty the King and Her Majesty the Queen present His Royal Highness, Prince Evgeni, accompanying his husband, the Prince Consort.” Zhenya heard an excited murmur rise inside the room. The footmen threw open the double doors and Zhenya stepped inside, pride swelling in his chest as he walked forward with his consort on his arm.

They greeted Zhenya’s parents first, the consort bowing to them, and then the King joined them as they began to move through the crowd. To Zhenya’s relief, he was carefully selecting who would get the honor of a formal introduction to keep his poor husband from having to endure hours of meeting everyone in attendance. The sergeant-at-arms murmured each person’s name as they were presented. Most bowed to the consort, some kissed his gloved hand. The consort kept his other hand tight on Zhenya’s elbow; he was definitely holding himself rigidly upright.

“He seems tense,” his father whispered to Zhenya as they crossed the room to meet the guest of honor.

“He’s trying not to vomit, Father. Give him a break.” Zhenya whispered quietly near his father’s ear, conscious of the embargo against his mate hearing him.

“Poor fellow. Having a hard time of it, is he?”

“I understand it comes and goes. But he’s had a bad afternoon.” As if on cue, the consort swayed a little, free hand going to his stomach while the other clamped down on Zhenya’s arm. Zhenya decided they’d had enough. He shot his father a look, slipped his arm around the consort’s waist and steered him to the door.

“Please excuse my son,” the King said. “His consort has been -- unwell.” Absolutely everyone in attendance understood what was meant by that. Zhenya heard sympathetic whispers; a few comments of “be well” and “take care of yourself” followed them out.

Fleury was waiting right outside, holding a trash can just in case. As soon as the door shut behind them, the consort sagged against Zhenya’s chest with a sigh of relief. Zhenya wrapped his arms around him, stroking his back. Fleury held out the trash can; the consort shook his head, took a deep breath and straightened up. He nodded quickly in a clear “I’m ok” gesture. Zhenya lifted his eyebrow. Are you sure? The consort pulled off his black leather gloves and squeezed one of Zhenya’s hands, then lifted his hand to stroke Zhenya’s cheek. Zhenya plucked his husband’s hand off his face and pressed a kiss to his palm. The consort seemed to sway toward him a little, lingering, then withdrew his hand and turned to his guards. They took their places at his side and headed back down the corridor. Fleury started to follow but Zhenya held him back. “Is he all right? Please tell me the truth.”

“He will be. Surely you know this is common.”

“I didn’t think it started this early, he’s not even a month along.”

“It often starts earlier for men. Something about body fat percentage, I’ve heard.”

“Please tell him that if he needs help or comfort at night, he always has my permission to enter my room. He needn’t knock.”

Fleury nodded, smiling a little. “I’ll tell him. Thank you, sir.” He hurried to catch up with his charge, leaving Zhenya standing alone in the hallway, feeling useless.

The door eased open behind him; he turned to see Judge Amarov emerge. “Your Honor, you should stay at your party, all is well,” Zhenya said.

Amarov flapped a hand and made a “pshaw” noise. “Bunch of suck-ups. I’ve been tongue-bathed enough for one night. How are you, Zhenyenka?”

He nodded. “All right. Anxious.”

“It’s hard the first time. My wife carried our first and had a terrible time. I carried our second and it was a breeze, for which she’s never forgiven me. But, I do still have the recipe for the ginger toddy I used to make for her, which I’d be happy to share.”

Zhenya smiled. “I just wish I could tell him how much I...well.”

“The embargo is a hardship. I confess I don’t understand why we put our leaders through it. I can’t imagine how you all do it.”

“We’re brought up with it. It seems normal to me. I just didn’t expect...certain things.”

“Nothing is ever what we expect. I know the rules you must obey, but between you and me, Zhenya? If you break them when you are alone with him, nobody will ever know.”

“I would be prepared for that, but I don’t wish to disrespect him. He values the embargo rules, and so must I.”

“Then the fact that you honor his commitment tells him everything that you wish you could say.”

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That night, Zhenya was lying in bed reading, not expecting company. Even if his nausea had abated, his consort was likely to be tired and not in the mood for sex.

So he was surprised when the door to the Royal Bedchamber opened, tentatively. He sat up, putting his book aside. The consort poked his veiled head around the door, looking unsure of himself. Zhenya beckoned him into his bedroom; he seemed relieved and entered, shutting the door behind him. He was fully veiled but also dressed in sleeping clothes, loose pants and a t-shirt. He just stood there for a moment, fidgeting from foot to foot and crossing his arms over his stomach.

Zhenya scooted over a little and flipped the bedclothes back, holding out a hand to invite his husband to join him. The consort’s posture relaxed and he walked over to the bed, slipping between the sheets. They just looked at each other for a moment; Zhenya thought about what he might want, what he might need, if he were the one in this precarious physical state. He slid down in the bed and held out one arm. He heard his consort exhale and he stretched out close to him at once, snuggling against his chest and tucking his face into Zhenya’s neck. Zhenya wrapped his arms around his consort, sighing at how well they fit together, how natural it felt just to hold him. He gently stroked his hand up and down the consort’s back over his drapings, and within just a few moments, he felt the man’s breathing deepen and knew that he was asleep.

This became their routine. Zhenya grew accustomed to seeing the door open and his consort joining him in bed. Soon, Zhenya began to think of the bedroom as as theirs rather than his -- over the days that followed, his consort was often to be found there, reading or bathing or simply relaxing. Then, they’d climb into bed together and curl into each other’s arms. Zhenya didn’t initiate sex and neither did his consort, who often seemed tired.

The second morning of this new normal, Zhenya woke up to the sound of his consort retching piteously in the bathroom. He almost got up to help him, but thought better of it -- he’d have had to lift his veils to vomit, and he’d be furious if Zhenya barged in. All he could do was sit and listen as he flushed the toilet, rinsed his mouth and came back into the bedroom. He responded to Zhenya’s are you all right eyebrow-raise with a waggle of his hand. All right. He returned to bed and came straight into Zhenya’s arms again. Zhenya slid his hand down to rest on his belly, their child growing ever stronger beneath his hand; the consort covered the hand with his own and sighed into Zhenya’s neck.

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#unveiled #sidgeno #sidgeno fic #hockey rpf #unveiled chapters #my writing

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anglaland · 5 years

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count the change, and keep my heart

Fandom: Hetalia Relationship: USUK Rating: Teen Word Count: 1530 Summary:

Written for the @usuknetwork Secret Santa event. Happy Holidays @love-and-libertea-writes! I went with your prompt, “Omegaverse pregnant Arthur and his mate Alfred going Christmas shopping”

AO3/FFN links will be the most recent post on my blog if you prefer reading on those platforms.

Arthur turns to look pointedly at his mate. “I’m pregnant, not made of glass.”

Alfred smiles guilty, his scent betraying him. “I didn’t say anything,” he says, but Arthur lifts an eyebrow in challenge. “Maybe I am a little worried,” he admits. “But Dr. Oxenstierna said he was considering bed rest!”

“Yes, and then he said he would hold off on it,” Arthur replies. “I’m only six months along, love. You’ve got three more months to coddle me to your heart’s content.”

Alfred manages not to blurt out that he already has those months planned out. Instead, he pulls Arthur closer, wrapping his arm around the other to rest his hand against the side of Arthur’s swollen stomach.

The crowd around them is relentless, hundreds of others dashing to find gifts for their loved ones. Normally, Alfred & Arthur wouldn’t wait until the week before Christmas, Arthur preferring to carefully identify the best gifts for their friends and family, and Alfred tasked with finding the best deals for them (and Alfred was already planning to induct their unborn child into the art of extreme couponing). But between the toll the pregnancy had taken on Arthur and the last-minute project Alfred’s boss had assigned him to, they hadn’t had the chance.

Of all the years for this to happen…! Alfred cursed silently, before putting the thought away. For the last three months, the bond between him and Arthur had strengthened, the two of them almost frighteningly in sync. It had its benefits––Alfred was still living off the sweet sex the two of them had last week, when he had come home with the exact craving Arthur was thinking of. But other times, the two of them could sense even the slightest hint of discontentment the other had.

Or the baby could, even though Dr. Oxenstierna had said no one knew if that was true. Arthur could tease Alfred for being overdramatic all he wanted, but he wasn’t taking the chance with their first child.

“I can’t believe we had to park on the other side of this bloody mall,” Arthur grumbles, interrupting Alfred from his thoughts. “Doesn’t anyone shop in advance? Christmas is the same day every year!"

Alfred chuckles. “Not all of them have your finicky organizational skills, babe.” He discreetly elbows a beta who is getting a little too insistent at pushing their seven bag ensemble through his side. “Besides, we’ve never seen the mall look this Christmas-y!”

“Yes, we have. They put up these decorations before Thanksgiving this year,” Arthur says, without bothering to hide the disgust in his voice. “Honestly, it’s shameful...they get worse every year…”

“I’d play All I Want for Christmas is You from September if I could,” Alfred suggests with pure innocence. It’s worth the look of absolute horror that crosses Arthur’s face. In the next second, he’s regretting it, mind already jumping to the swaths of Facebook posts he’s read about “bad vibes” and “negative energy” or “my pregnant omega yelled at me once and my baby came out with no scent and the doctors won’t admit we’re right!”

Well, maybe not the latter. But there have been a lot of Facebook posts. Arthur called it all useless drivel, and Alfred always agreed...until it was 2 am and he was watching pregnant omega vlogs.

Too sharp for his own good, Arthur catches the thread of guilt immediately. “What are you worrying about now?” he sighs, curling closer to Alfred as they two of them make their way to their destined shop.

(Alfred was used to the translucency of his scent. Their first meeting wasn’t as smooth as he liked think––it went a little something more like: a younger him, star struck at the handsome omega sprawled across a classroom desk, the other snidely advising him to keep your scent low, or you’ll tell the whole school about how much you’d like to fuck me.)

“I just want to keep you safe,” he murmurs, almost shy to say it. No one around them cares, but Arthur looks at him with rapt attention––and some confusion.

“...Christmas music isn’t going to kill me,” Arthur says. A beat passes. “And neither will this pregnancy. I know you’re worried, but it’ll be okay.” Looking up at Alfred, Arthur grins wickedly, the look out of place in his unassuming maternity clothes. “I didn’t fight off all those omegas to die before giving you your first child.” His eyes flick over to Alfred’s mating mark, a mirror to the mark on his own neck. “I’m certain I get all my energy from imagining their sour looks once our child is born.”

Alfred bursts out laughing. “Our high school reunion is in six months too. I’ve totally got to RSVP yes."

“Hmmm...the look on Francis’ face would be perfect...and he said I wouldn’t be mated ‘til I was thirty!” Arthur’s eyes are bright, his pace quickening in excitement. The residual excitement infects Alfred and he follows, the two of them cackling over whatever petty work they’ll put into showing up.

In no time at all, they’ve arrived to the front of the woodworking store that holds the last gift on their list: an expensive feather board for Alfred’s brother, Matthew. Privately, Alfred wishes Mathew had stuck with hockey as primary hobby–– at least then he could understand what he was buying. He had no idea what this ‘feather board’ did, but he had it on good authority (and by that, he meant his coworker Ludwig had recommended it in a single sentence with no elaboration) that this was a premier (and expensive) item in the field.

He’d get a gift receipt just in case.

For such a niche shop, it is annoyingly busy. Alfred keeps Arthur close as they scan the shelves for the item.

“Is this it?” Arthur asks, gesturing to one board.

“No, the one in the picture is bigger,” Alfred replies. “What about this one?”

“Wrong shade of tan,” Arthur answers, already flicking his eyes back to the shelves. Alfred grumbles underneath his breath, putting the item away and crouching to check the names of the other boards on the price tags.

He doesn’t find it. Scowling, he stands up, already preparing to annoyingly hang around the cashier until some assistance could be rendered. As he turns, he catches a display off to the side behind Arthur––highlighting the exact item they need.

“Arthur!” Alfred exclaims, and the other man jumps at the shout in his ear. Alfred cringes, and lowers his voice. “I think it’s behind you!”

Arthur turns, and his eyes widen in recognition. “That’s it,” he confirms. “Only one left––we got lucky!”

As if a greater power conspires against them, they catch a pair of alphas also pointing at the table. In growing horror, one of them begins walking towards it.

“Arthur,” Alfred hisses. “You jinxed it!”

Arthur is already moving away from him. Just as the other alpha begins to reach for the feather board, Arthur body checks him, swiping the item from under the other’s nose. In one of the fakest looks of innocence Alfred has ever seen cross his mate’s face, Arthur says, “Oh, please excuse me.”

The alpha looks ready to snap, before catching the mark on Arthur’s neck and the swell of his stomach. Alfred comes up behind his mate, hand possessively placed in the small of the other’s back. “Is there a problem?” he asks, struggling to suppress his mirth.

Glaring, the alpha has no choice but to back down. “Keep your omega close,” he says, almost spitting the words out. Arthur looks at Alfred and smirks.

Alfred’s laughter is slipping through his teeth. “Why did I think pregnancy would make you calmer?“

Arthur raises his eyebrows, maintaining the picture of innocence. “Whatever do you mean? I’ve always been calm and proper.” He pauses for a second, struggling not to laugh as well. “Now if you’ll join me, we have a purchase to make.”

They walk out with their spoils of war. “Hope you paid close attention to that, poppet” Arthur says to his stomach, arms curving underneath.

“Oh god,” Alfred mutters. “If our child takes after you, we’ll be stuck in the principal’s office every single day.”

“I met you in detention,” Arthur reminds him. A few seconds later, “...maybe it’d be best if our first child was a little calmer.”

First child.

The words were almost impossible to comprehend. The two of them had been trying for so long, and Alfred had comforted his mate through too many sleepless nights, as Arthur confessed to feelings of inadequacy and self-blame. But they were here, at six months even with all the difficulty Arthur was having, and they were going to make it.

Alfred steals a glance at Arthur. The other man’s face is flush, and Alfred can detect the weariness seeping into his mate’s scent and body. But beyond that, a small yet triumphant grin coats his face, enthused at the conclusion to their Christmas shopping. Alfred ignores his worries, for once, not out of fear, but determination for the future, and kisses the head of the love of his life.

#hetalia #usuk #aph america #aph england #omegaverse #usuk fanfic #sorry for being so late ;A;

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raspberryparker · 5 years

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Your writing is so good! 😍 I loved the first part of chocolate orange! I’m probably being stupid but could you help me understand the a/o/b a bit more? Like do they transition into other forms or are they just who they are but with heightened senses/emotions depending on if they’re alpha etc.? I’m really into it and don’t want to miss something important in the story by not really understanding the concept fully if that makes sense 🙈 so excited to read the next part!!!

anon i am so glad you asked, i have been dying to post something like this for the longest time and now i finally have a reason to. also you’re not being stupid at all, i had the same questions when i started omegaverse fics too. i’m more than happy to help 💕

a/b/o is very animalistic and very primal. allow me to explain:

so basically, a/b/o is usually connected to werewolf au’s and the like because it’s based on how actual wolf pack structure and dynamics work and that’s where the alpha, beta, omega titles come from. if it’s just straight a/b/o or omegaverse (which is the same thing) though, there doesn’t have to be any shift. it’s just more of a social structure and kind of a ‘hierarchical’ system if you will.

writers call them secondary genders, presentations, classifications, natures, etc. so there are lots of ways to go about explaining it but basically people have biological roles depending on what they are. omegas are usually at the bottom of the food chain, for lack of better terminology, but in some cases they are rare and prized. it just depends on the writer. in simplest terms an omega’s biological role is to breed and have ‘pups’ or children. betas are in the middle, subordinate to alphas but usually more accepted than omegas and they may or may not be able to have children depending on the details of the fic. and lastly, good old alphas, whose biological job is to breed the omegas.

and to break it down even more: omegas are submissive, alphas are dominant, and betas are the closest thing to “normal” that you’re going to get. they’re in the middle.

alphas usually have characteristics such as strength, speed, reflexes, height—anything that might make an omega go “oh, they’d make some healthy babies.” omegas are usually quiet, gentle and caring, which makes alphas go “oh, they’d be a good mother to my children.” betas are just betas lol.

usually people form pair bonds, or mating bonds, which is basically the omegaverse equivalent to marriage. kind of a big deal. the same way wolves mate with each other. we always go back to that. it’s almost always an alpha/omega bond since they’re the most compatible, but (and again it depends on the writer) sometimes people can bond with whoever they want.

to answer your question about heightened sense/emotions, usually only alphas and omegas are able to pick up on each other’s emotions via scent. scent is a HUGE deal in within this trope. people have scent glands which secret pheromones. these are usually found on the side of the neck and/or the inside of the wrist. each person has their own unique scent that smells either really good or really bad depending on how they are perceived by someone else. scents change depending on mood. distressed omegas smell the worst and the purpose of that is to make everyone in the vicinity try to make them feel better or calm them down. angry alphas smell like death itself and it’s basically a big “back away or i’m going to rip your head off” to everyone around them. usually only an alpha’s bonded omega can calm them down when they’re like this. again, very animalistic. when people are bonded, their scents kind of mix to let other people around them know that they are bonded and not to try anything.

and now for the nitty gritty: sex. it’s basically established that within every single a/b/o verse, omegas go into heat and alphas go into rut. yes, like animals. once again we come back to the wolf thing. betas don’t get anything. during heat omegas are extra fertile and incredibly likely to conceive if they don’t use any kind of contraceptive. same for alphas in rut, they’re extra likely to get someone pregnant during that time. the time between them and the length of them differs from writer to writer, but the one i’ve seen the most is usually a week long heat/rut every three months. heat is the equivalent to ovulation in women, so if the omega doesn’t conceive, their period follows shortly after. and lastly, though maybe most importantly, and probably the most animalistic trait of the whole trope: alpha dicks have knots. yup. like a dog. the point of it is to make sure they don’t pull out and to make their chances of breeding even more likely. during an omega’s heat, the only thing that can make them feel better is a knot and again this comes from the very primal instinct to breed.

usually people use a/b/o to just straight up write smut that’s very bdsm-y, very dom/sub. personally, i’m into that so that’s why i like a/b/o but i also like the social structure aspect of it and the biology part of it i guess. that’s where the idea for ‘chocolate orange’ came from.

peter has the personality of a classic omega but his powers are all very alpha-like traits. i got to thinking what would happen if he was in an omegaverse and here you have the result of that: this fic.

anyway this was WAY too long but i hope i was able to help you out a little. all this information is important for my fic and i tried not to go off on topics that aren’t too necessary for my fic but i do suggest checking out some other works within this trope to get some better understanding of it! ao3 is where i find all my good omegaverse stuff, the a/b/o community on that site is w i l d.

lemme know if you have any other questions!

#i went off #this was too long #but i hope it helps!#answered #anon

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icequeenjules26 · 5 years

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But your ghost, the ghost of you it keeps me awake

Summary: Omega Dan wishes he could find a mate before it’s too late, but he knows all hope is lost...

Word count: 4,6K

Tags: Omegaverse, Soulmates, Fluff, Smut, light Angst, Youtuber!Dan, Youtuber!Phil

A/n: Written for the @phandomficfests bingo! Crossing the prompts Alpha/Beta/Omega, Playlist, VidCon, Formspring, cuddling for warmth, Spies and Coming Out Video. It’s also Day 2 of mine and @succubusphan‘s Spooky Week! Thank you angel, for beta’ing and for being so understanding. <3

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For most of his youth Dan had been told how his life was going to be. He was supposed to be the big, strong Omega, the one that stands tall as a successful Lawyer, finds their Alpha and settles down.

He was supposed to carry the weight of the family name. He was supposed to be the successful one.

Until his brother had come along and destroyed it with his eagerness to take over Dan’s place.

Dan wasn’t particularly sad about it. His brother was much more cut out for the job anyway, with his perfect grades and his perfect charm - and the fact that he was an alpha. Not that that mattered much anymore, but he had always held himself in a way that Dan just hadn’t been able to.

Which was fine, honestly. Dan wouldn’t have liked it anyways, being a lawyer, being the head of the family. It had given him a drive - a purpose, if you want. Until, suddenly, his little brother had decided he wanted to study law and his parents had gladly replaced Dan in his position. He had immediately dropped out of law, a career he hadn’t been particularly fond of anyways - but he hadn’t found much else to really drive him ever since.

Of course, he still had hobbies, had things he enjoyed and a new career he loved, but without the added pressure, he felt detached, somewhat floating adrift instead - like an astronaut up in space that had lost contact to his spaceship. If it would kill him like it would kill an astronaut - only time would show.

It probably would, though - considering he needed to find his alpha to survive, and without his study, he barely left his flat anymore.

He worked from home, so he didn’t have to leave his house much, if at all. His flatmate and work partner and best friend, Phil, did most of their groceries and other purchases, with all the time he had at hand.

See, Phil was a ghost - or at least that’s what people in his state were called. Those who hadn’t found their specific mate when they reached their 24th birthday, would die - but not really. They wouldn’t need to sleep anymore, they would lose most of their smell and stop aging. Which wasn’t a particularly bad thing - it was only that they faded with time. It started out with short intervals where they got almost translucent and couldn’t hold things in their hands anymore. Those intervals got longer with time, longer and more intense, until they were mostly just a ghostlike individuals, able to pass through walls and make themselves invisible.

Until one day they faded completely, without any trace left behind. It was a terrifying thought.

For Dan, the most terrifying thought was that Phil was one of them. That he was slowly fading from existence.

Ghosts were also one of the reasons that Dan rarely left his home. Being outside ment meeting them, and he really just wasn’t cut out for that, especially with the vicious ones - the ones that used their state to do evil; from stupid pranks to scaring people senseless. Phil, on the other hand, had always had a thing for horror and now that he was a ghost himself he rarely got scared anymore.

They had first met at VidCon, where they had connected fairly quickly over their love for video games, mangas and the same music. It had been over fairly quickly, though, and they had lost touch. Two months later, at playlist live, they had met again. During the event one of their mutual friends had informed Dan that Phil was searching for a roommate.

Dan, at that point, had been fed up with living at home. His parents were barely even tolerating him there after he had stepped down from his position as head of the family and he had wanted to move to London anyways, so he had taken the leap of moving in with Phil.

To this day, a few years later, he was still glad he’d done that. Sure, it had been a shock when the smell suppressants Phil used had worn off for the first time and Dan had not only realized that a lot of the smell was gone anyways, but also that he was kind of really, really attracted to what was left of it.

The first part still scared Dan, but he saw the second part as an added bonus now.

Sex was no rarity in the Howell - Lester-household. The fact that Phil was a ghost didn’t mean his sexdrive was lessened, and Dan’s heats usually hit them both like a brick wall. They originally had decided to keep apart then - normally the omega was able to resist when the other party was a ghost - but he just hadn’t been able to defy the pull. Fortunately, the bad effects of Phil’s condition completely kept away because of Dan’s hormones.

Phil was overall pretty lucky, he rarely suffered from symptoms - aside from the general stuff like the sleeplessness and the missing smell - even though he really should have longer translucent episodes by now.

Generally the boys didn’t pay it much mind, but this week they were really counting on one, to use it in Phil’s new video - only it didn’t come, so they decided to make it work without it.

Phil hadn’t put up a new video for this week yet - he was on a once a week posting schedule, like their joint gaming channel, while Dan was more of a “I’ll post when I feel like it”-guy. He had told Dan weeks ago that he wanted to do video coming out to their viewers as a ghost. So, naturally, Dan had decided to join.

He had put off telling his audience he was an omega for about as long as he had his channel. Why he never did, he wasn’t sure, but he was sick and tired of society’s expectations and just never felt up for it. When Phil asked him, though, he was obviously on board.

That’s how it always was with him and Phil. If Phil suggested something, he’d rarely say no, if only because he was absolutely powerless against his puppy eyes and pouting lips. His soft, rosy lips...

But hey, that’s what best friends were for… Right?

Right?

So today, he found himself in Phil’s room, sat on his bed, covered by the iconic blue and green checkered duvet, Phil by his side. He was obviously aware that Dan was uncomfortable and turned to him before starting to record. “You share what you want to. Okay? This is not Formsprings. I won’t intentionally put you on the spot, and if I still do, we can edit it out. We’ll be fine.” His voice and eyes were incredibly gentle and Dan felt himself relax. He took a deep breath before gesticulating Phil to hit play on his camera.

“Hey guys!”

:::

When they were done, Phil immediately started editing while Dan choose to get back to his room and dissolve into an anxious mess. He had no idea how their audience would take it, especially because they had known Phil as an alpha since day one - but now, suddenly, he came out as being an omega, and there was no way in hell Phil wasn’t affected by his heats. Their fans had always been particularly good at jumping to conclusions - he could practically hear the phanfics starting to write themselves.

It shouldn’t really matter much to him - the shipping couldn’t possibly get any worse at this point - but somehow, it did.

Maybe because this time, they’d be right, and maybe that would make it real. Not the fact that they had sex regularly, mind you - they did have amazing sex, not only during his heat, and Dan was more than okay with that - But the fact that it meant something. Because it couldn’t.

It couldn’t mean anything.

Because Phil was a ghost. He’d missed his chance, he’d be gone within the next few years.

And that was just the most obvious reason. There was also the fact that Phil didn’t feel anything for Dan, and Dan had made his peace with that. Really, he had.

He groaned when he sat up after what felt like a few minutes, head spinning and a ringing in his ears that he was sure hadn’t been there when he had laid down. His phone was vibrating somewhere in his jeans pocket and he fumbled to get it out.

A short look to the display didn’t only tell him that a few hours had passed since they had been done filming - but also why his phone was vibrating insistently.

In his head, Dan was already making plans. He’d have to push his bed back against the wall to make a cozy cave with a few cushions and blankets - and raid Phil’s laundry basket. Or maybe he could take over Phil’s bed for the time being - he’d be in there with him anyways.

Chuckling at the thought he left his room to giddily search for his alpha -

Yup, that was definitely his heat talking.

Or wasn’t it?

He strolled into the living room, where Phil sat with his Macbook, some show running on the TV in the background. “Can I take over your bed?” he asked straightforwardly, an excited feeling bubbling in his chest and a bright smile on his face as he sat down right next to Phil.

Phil’s eyes, previously completely focused on the screen of his laptop, shot up immediately. They made contact with Dan’s for approximately 0.2 seconds before he raised his nose, nostrils flaring and eyelids half down in pleasure. He hummed appreciatively. “Only if you let me stay there with you.” He sat his laptop aside before darting forward, instantly going to nuzzle Dan’s neck.

Dan chuckled again. Phil had always had a really good nose for his hormones and he relished in that fact a lot. “Of course.”

At the beginning, he had always given Phil an out, setting his timer a few hours ahead to be able to warn him beforehand. Now, years later, he still set his alarms, but he didn’t ask Phil if he wanted to leave anymore. The Alpha knew he could in the first stages of it, when the pull wasn’t quite as strong yet; but Dan refused to give him an easy way out - a heat without Phil would hurt a lot, that was for certain.

For a few minutes they just set there, closely perched together, Phil almost religiously sniffing Dan’s intensifying heat-scent, when he stiffened out of nowhere, shooting up into a sitting position. “Wait, now?” he asked, eyes wide. “But your birthday is in exactly four weeks. I know that because our Fun Month was supposed to start tomorrow, remember?”

Fun Month was something Phil had come up with months ago, when it had become clear that Dan most likely would become a ghost, too. Normally, omegas had a natural drive to find their alpha once they turned 22, giving them some kind of direction they had to take, but Dan never did; he had always been quite content staying in the flat - meaning his chance of finding his alpha were almost zero. Which he was fine with, honestly, but Phil seemingly wasn’t. So, after some disagreements - of Phil wanting to get Dan out there more and Dan refusing to - they had settled on four weeks of fun before Dan’s life started to fade out.

Quickly doing the math in his head, Dan realized that Phil was right and started laughing. “Guess I’ll literally go out with a bang, then!” he squeezed out, still laughing uncontrollably, and Phil gasped. “Dan!”

Dan just waved his hand in a dismissive manner, unable to control his breathing and still giggling profusely.

“Maybe I should leave,” Phil suggested with a deep frown. “Give you one last chance to let your alpa come find you?”

“Nah,” Dan answered in a cute tone that he knew Phil was unable to resist, snuggling to him in a submissive way, the most omega-like movement he had ever allowed himself to make. “What better way is there to go out than getting banged by you?”

He knew he probably would never allow himself to be so bold without a heat coming and that this was most definitely his hormones talking, but he didn’t care. It would be over in four months anyway, why would it matter?

As he predicted, Phil caved almost instantly. “Fine,” he murmured, going back to his task of nuzzling Dan. “How can I say no to that?”

:::

Dan’s heat and the Fun Month went over in what felt like the blink of an eye. He had hardly taken a breath and suddenly, it was June 10th, so he moved to do his preparations. He had started hogging Phil’s unwashed laundry days in advance - because even though he would be there with him they still needed to eat and Dan would definitely need his scent to stay with him when Phil would have to get up to get something. He had also put various cushions on the bed, topped it with three duvets and et voila - done was his heat dent.

A bit later, Phil got home from Tesco, where he had gotten groceries to last for the next few days as he always did, like a good alpha - even though he technically wasn’t Dan’s and would never be, since he was unable to mate - and he didn’t even seem fazed by Dan’s work. He just hummed contentedly when he discovered Dan already snuggled up in his fort of cushions and duvets and Phil’s worn shirts.

Dan watched as Phil made his way to the bed before leaning over him. “Get some sleep before it starts, okay?” he whispered and gently brushed an astray lock away from Dan’s forehead. “I’ll prepare some fast things to eat in advance.”

Dan, albeit reluctant to let him go, nodded timidly. Phil gave him a tiny peck on the lips before he moved out of the room, quietly closing the door behind him.

Dan’s breathing hitched and his eyes went wide as soon as Phil was gone. His heat-hormones or scent wasn’t that bad yet, so -

What was that?

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He woke up to the feeling of slick between his legs and a hunger for sex like never before. A quick look to his phone showed him that it was almost half past one in the night. The last information his brain provided was that it was only around an hour till his actual birthday - 1:38 AM - before it flung itself into the fire of his heat, every rational thought gone.

“Alpha,” he whimpered, almost breathlessly, cocooned by the soothing smell of his alpha - an alpha who wasn’t there. “Phil!” he shouted, louder this time, and somewhere in the flat, something crashed, then he heard a low growl and hurried footsteps.

Mere seconds later, the door got pushed open by a completely disheveled Phil, his hair a mess and a wild look in his eyes that screamed of nothing but want. His nostrils flared as he took a deep breath through his nose before coming closer to the bed. Dan’s body was stuck somewhere between pleasure because his alpha was close and need because close was not close enough.

He whimpered again, lowly, and Phil reacted exactly like he wanted him to. Before he could even blink Phil had gotten rid of his clothes and was climbing onto the bed, stark naked, already hard. Dan sighed in relief as they kissed and Phil’s hand worked to get rid of the loose sweatshirt and joggers he was wearing. His pants, already soaked, went along with them and his cock was already aching. He didn’t know what he wanted more, Phil’s mouth around his cock or his knot in his hole, so he just hummed contentedly into the heated kisses while rocking up his hips.

Their cocks slid against each other in a deliciously promising way and Dan moaned. Phil’s mouth wandered from his lips to his neck, nuzzling and licking and nipping, marking him as bad as he could. Something primal in Dan recognized the gesture and realized that the alpha in Phil had chosen Dan as his Omega, but there was no way for him to process that into a coherent thought. Instead, he just moaned again, arching his neck into the ministration, baring his mating gland in the process. Phil nibbed at it with utmost care without really biting into it before moving lower.

He left a trail of hot kisses across Dan’s chest, taking his time to lick and suck at both nipples and Dan was close to purring. He continued lower, lower, lower, teasingly letting his hand brush Dan’s achingly hard cock as he moved his body, his mouth constantly nipping and sucking into Dan’s skin, marking him as his.

The omega in Dan literally purred this time, but his body ached at the teasing and he wanted nothing but release. “Nghn,” he squeezed out, not a recognizable word by any means but Phil understood him anyway. His mouth, previously busy leaving marks on Dan’s inner thigh, traveled up and finally, finally wrapped around Dan’s cock. He moaned in pleasure as Phil first gently licked over its slit before taking him deeper until he was completely buried in Phil’s mouth.

He was buzzing with pleasure, so caught up that he didn’t even realize Phil’s hand was spreading his legs, until a finger was moving up his inner thigh, teasing at his rim.

“Phil,” he gasped out in between moans. He probably would be surprised he got the name out correctly if he’d had brain capacity available, but he didn’t, so he just squirmed under the touch, trying to make Phil stop teasing and start doing.

His world went white for a second when Phil pushed the first finger in, the vibration of his moans shooting straight into Dan’s cock, and Dan felt a core of heat building somewhere at the pit of his stomach.

“Nghn… Close,” he managed to squeeze out before he gasped as Phil pushed the second finger in. It was still a pretty comfortable fit and he thanked their idea of Fun Month for that - Fun outside-activities during the day, fun other activities during the night - when Phil started to move his fingers in a scissoring motion. For a second, Dan was distracted from the heat coursing through him as Phil stretched him, but the burning sensation was over as fast as it had begun.

Moments after Phil had added the third finger, starting to curl them deliciously, Dan came, a panting, moaning mess as Phil sucked at his cock, swallowing it all.

For approximately half a second he felt nothing but cold pleasure coursing through his veins, rendering him motionless - then the heat came back, making him reach out to Phil, pulling him up and kissing him heatedly.

He pressed his cock, already hardening again, against Phil’s thigh before spreading his legs as wide as possible. Phil rewarded him by moaning into his mouth, pushing his hips down to press his cock against Dan’s.

“Do it,” Dan moaned out as Phil’s head teased his rim, pushing up his hips to line up his hole with Phil’s cock.

Pure, cold pleasure coursed through his boiling hot veins and Dan’s world vanished as Phil started moving inside of him. He loved his alpha so damn much it physically hurt.

Phil’s mouth wandered from Dan’s lips down to his neck, nibbling and sucking at it again, all the while continuing to fuck into him. A knot was forming at the base of his cock and Dan basked in the feeling of it, moaning and gasping at the delicious stretch of it moving upwards slowly.

He could feel the orgasm building inside of him as Phil’s mouth moved closer to his mating gland, growing and tightening his muscles until -

“Bite me!” he screamed out as Phil’s knot finally breached him, come shooting into him, and then he followed suit, coming all over his chest.

They were still in the midst of their orgasms when Phil finally bit into his mating gland, harsh but gentle at the same time, piercing Dan’s skin with his teeth.

Somewhere between the sheets, some limb or the other pushed the home button of Dan’s phone, forgotten in the heat of the moment. Its display lit up briefly, showcasting the time. 01:38.

Dan’s heat stayed for far longer than usual, as was to be expected for the last heat - according to what he’d learnt in school - and it was almost a week later that he finally woke up without slick between his legs and no heat coiling in his stomach. His hole felt raw as he moved and he was pretty sure there were actual bite marks on his cock but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Much.

He shifted a bit and turned around to look at the alpha who had slept spooning him. He groaned when Dan moved, but just shuffled closer again to let their bodies touch, seemingly comfortable with just the knowledge that Dan was still there.

He sighed, gently pushing few strands of hair away from Phil’s face before using the same hand to brush over his mating gland. He was sure it was bruised and he could even feel the bite marks. It was far from the first time Phil had bitten into it in pure ecstasy, but somehow, this time it felt different. More significant, maybe.

He wouldn’t mind it if it would’ve finally been successful. He knew that now not only Phil but also himself were unable to mate, but it was still a nice vision, being mated to Phil.

He really wasn’t sure how he’d gotten himself into this mess. Sure, Phil had always been attractive and it had felt like he gravitated towards him, but from the moment he’d realized that Phil was who he was, he should have backed off. But no. No, he had gone and fallen even harder for him -

Fallen for a ghost. Like he was now.

Brilliant. Bloody brilliant.

Overall, he didn’t feel far off from the usual. But he hadn’t really expected to. Phil had told him that the first few days the only thing changing had been his slowly decreasing tiredness.

Dan sighed again and turned onto his back to stare at the ceiling.

Immediately, Phil shuffled too; moving closer and closer until he was pressed up against Dan’s side, head resting on his shoulder. Dan raised his hand to gently stroke Phil’s hair as he laid there, thinking about everything and nothing all at once.

For a moment, all was good.

:::

A few days later, it wasn’t anymore.

Nothing was how it had been supposed to be. Dan felt like shit most of the time now. He was shivering, he felt hot and cold and had a fever so high Phil was getting worried. He reeked of hormones, Phil said but wasn’t able to properly classify them.

He felt ready to vomit this evening. His head was spinning and his still bruised mating gland was itching so much he was sure there was a big sitting there. Only there wasn’t.

It was summer outside and pretty warm, but still he shivered, feeling cold all over. He cuddled into Phil’s blanket - for some reason his scent eased Dan’s pain, so he surrounded himself with it all the time now. He even wore one of Phil’s shirts out of the laundry basket.

He knew that he was treading different ground here. It wasn’t unusual to do stuff like that when he was in heat - but he wasn’t. If he continued acting like this, Phil would most likely pick up on his feelings, but he didn’t have it in him to care.

When Phil got home from Tesco he rummaged around in the kitchen for a while, putting the groceries away. “The cashier told me to greet my mate today. I’m not sure if he was drunk or on drugs,” he told Dan through the open door but he didn’t even understand half of it from the force of the shivers running through his body

When Phil stepped into the living room and saw Dan’s state, he immediately went to comfort him. His shivers had given him away, Dan guessed as Phil lied down on the sofa, back propped up against armrest, and pulled Dan against his chest, cuddling him close and obviously trying to give him the warmth he needed.

He had been sweating in the sun, Dan realized as he sank into the warmth, and had to be quite warm already, but he still did this for his Omega. Dan sighed contentedly, all symptoms gone from his mind as he moved to look up into Phil’s face.

He chuckled. “You look like a spy in these,” he teased, lightly tapping the sunglasses still perched on Phil’s nose with a finger. Phil seemed at a lost for words, and only when he spoke did Dan realize why. “Do you feel better?” he asked as he removed the sunglasses from his face, carelessly letting them drop on his coffee table.

“I think,” Dan whispered, “It’s always better when you’re close… And it gets worse when you’re gone.”

For a second it was quiet, neither of them said a word. Dan was afraid he had revealed too much, had made it too obvious now; but then Phil moved to pull him even closer, and upwards, so they were laying face to face. “I have to tell you something,” Phil said almost breathlessly, gently nuzzling Dan’s neck and Dan would have started wondering if he wouldn’t feel so goddamn good in that moment.

“What is it?” he asked, voice husky as hormones started cursing through him. Phil took a deep breath, practically drinking in Dan’s scent, and hummed in obvious contentment. “I love you, Dan.”

For a second, Dan’s world stood still before it got pushed out of its axis with a force that made his head spin - in the best way possible. “I love you too, Phil.”

Out of nowhere, Phil’s teeth were nibbling at his skin, moving closer and closer to his mating gland until -

Until.

Until suddenly, his whole universe shifted, thrumming with something identifiable as it locked into place with a satisfying click.

Until there was a sound ringing through his ears so devastatingly beautiful it had to be an angel’s choir.

Until Phil bit into his mating gland.

The bond shot through him like a cup of hot chocolate during a cold winter’s day, like the first rays of the sun after an ice storm; like he had been alone all his life, missing a piece, but now it was there, slotting into place like it belonged.

And that’s what Dan felt like, too.

Like he belonged. Belonged with Phil.

It took them both a few minutes of heatedly making out until they realized what had happened.

Then, Dan shot up from his place on the sofa like he had been shocked by a taser. “What just happened?” he asked, quivering as he tried to listen to what his body was telling him.

Their eyes locked as he realized that he could feel Phil, his presence, even a hint of his feelings, like he never had before.

Their bond had gone through. They were mates.

But how? How, when they both were - were supposed to be…

“How?” he whispered, a single, choked up sound, as Phil silently stood up beside him, reaching out to gently rest his hands on Dan’s cheeks.

“I don’t know,” Phil whispered back, tears in his eyes that Dan knew were there out of happiness, “But I’m glad it’s you.”

When Phil got tired at around eleven PM that night, they still didn’t have any answers. They would probably never have.

But it didn’t matter.

Because they had each other.

#phan #phanfiction #my writing #teamyaliaspookyweek #phanfic au

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daughterofsinsloth · 6 years

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I heard from a friend of mine that you are suggesting great fics of soukoku! Everyday I always go to AO3 and look for Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya tags to find interesting stories but recently I dont feel anymore of enthusiastic when I see updates, probably just stress from school. If its okay do you have any skk amazing fics that you like to recommend me or some you read?

hello anon-chan!! and hello to your friend too!than k you very much for your words! they makle m e really happy!

now! I kinda understand what you mean. maybe coz lately there are more angst fics? also school can be a major reason! i freak out a lot too! neh I will give you some fluuf and romantic or action fics so you can realx and forget all about school okay?

lets see!

first some great writers, that you will definatly enjoy, are:

ReaperStygian

setosdarkness

photography_tea

Memos

Witheryvine

Avi_pizzapopolis

AnonLearnsToWrite

Konoha79

sodenoshirayuki_23

izanyas

stargazerlilith

SoukokuParadise

hellosweetie17

gureshintrash

TheGreatCatsby

hybridempress

Lake_Toya

Kohaku69

okay now some am amazing fics that my heart always skip a beat reading them!

Mother by WhisperingWinds99:

a really heart warming fic! Kouyou narrate skk life and we see her mother sight! well written and overwelming emotions . one shot

Movie Nights and Lazy Mornings by evie_maria:

a cute little one shot abouot skk weekend! pure fluff and calm feelings.

Seven days to show you my love by holdinglucy:

It takes Dazai seven days to prove Chuuya he’s still his partner in the things that matter. one shot and absolutely lovely! Im jealous of chuuya here! its nice seeing Dazai as a caring boyfriend who tries to find happiness and Chuuya deserve some too.

Chuuya’s Secret by Anonymous:

Chuuya’s behavior has become strange lately, but Dazai, with his insight, is certain he can figure it out. a hilarrious fic! one shot and a fluffy one! its mpreg too and its funny seeing Dazai as these dork dads!

Fire in the Night by ChubbyHippo:

I love this one. its one shot and AU. brothel!Chuuya and solder!Dazai fell in love under the bright moon and my hearet stopped!its lovely, romantic,bit sad but overwelm ing and leaves you full.

Five more minutes by counter_illumination:

from morning to night their typical day. cute and fluffy.crak makes an apperance too coz we are talking about Dazai.a really nice feeling in it. one shot

Shared Gravity by writingfromtheshadows, ZODIACHUUYA:

mind the writes too. multi-chptrs. the writers take turns with the chptrs leaving no hoe init and giving you the emotions open to see. AU!high school and reallyyyyy good.The first time they slept together, Dazai and Chuuya were little more than academic rivals thrown together in a haze of dancing and alcohol.Every time after that, well, they just seemed to be drawn to each other. its an awesome fic

A Hearts Desire by Kaokita :

AU and multi-chptrs.Chuuya works in a brothel when he meets Dazai, a journalist. Dazai thinks he can save Chuuya but Chuuya doesn’t need saving. The one who needs saving is the one who longs for a reason to keep living. Chuuya and Dazai end up saving each other. this two are like magnets and when they connect they are explode. Chuuya thinks that they are different but they are not really. A+++ for Oda being alive.

Feel My Love by eunrihae:

multi-chptrs, one going, mpreg.they are just in love and noone thoought that Dazai was serious about Chuuya. but boy they are wrong. coz in the end of the day they will always be in love.

Five Times Dazai Didn’t Stay, and One Time He Did. by kidspawn02:

I honestly loe this one. its well written, well built and over welming. emotions bear for you to see and feel . it has smut b ut not graphic but its about Dazai and Chuuya don’t really know how to deal with sexual tension, and Chuuya doesn’t think it’s fair that he’s fallen in love and that Dazai leaves every time they share a bed. it hurts but the ending is perfect. one shot

Strangers and Painkillers by TheEnigmaticPhoenix:

thiiiiiiiis fic!!!!! best absolute perfect! fluff and light angst but its great! Chuuya has no right as a stranger to make assumptions that the man sitting in front of him is hurting more than he is, despite the huge bloody gash running down the length of Chuuya’s arm.So, in an attempt to become less of a stranger, Chuuya lets the man drag him to the hospital to get his arm treated, hoping that he’ll answer Chuuya’s questions.What Chuuya doesn’t realize is that it’s not that easy to get a certain Dazai Osamu to open up. (part of series)

(i believe) i think i said goodbye to my soul tonight by iskendaris:

this one has smut but I choose it for what it represent. the raw emotions and the writting just bring to light words and promises long buried and very much needed by afraid to be said. true emotions that no one wanted to say but they are not bad and its great how the writer portain them. Dazai OP is “This isn’t sex as much as its an interrogation. Whatever Chuuya wants from him, he doesn’t know why but he knows he can trust Chuuya not to fuck him up.Or rather, he knows why, but he doesn’t think about it too much about baseless trust issues, because therein lies hell and damnation.” and its nice seeing through him

Temporarily by prettypurplegirl08:

cutness overload and a very much needed happiness.multi-chptrs and you dont want it to end.In Dazai’s arms was a small child–Chuuya would guess he was probably around 3 or 4 years old–with, surprisingly, silver white hair staring at Chuuya with those wide purple-yellow mixture orbs of his. The little kid was only wearing an over-size white shirt–well it’s definitely oversized for the small kid. Chuuya fell silent as his gaze never left the child who was thumbsucking in Dazai’s arms, part of his brain trying to figure out where he had seen the kid and another part trying to fathom why Dazai had come to his apartment with him in the first place.//or Atsushi gets turned into a child and Chuuya and Dazai has tot ake care of him, Akutagawa is somehow involved?

I’ll Hold You Close, and Half of Us Closer by doubleblack :

multi-chptrs, on going, mpreg. a lovelly fic. a very needed fluff. “This is the baby.” The doctor smiled. “They look like a little spot right now since you’re not far along. And that is their very strong heartbeat.“Chuuya and Dazai smiled as they looked at the ultrasound of their baby. The doctor printed out the ultrasounds of their baby. She prescribed Chuuya prenatal vitamins, told him he was 10 weeks along, and that he would be due early December. Chuuya and Dazai were now on their way home, and Dazai held Chuuya’s hand as he was driving home.“If Mori finds out…”“He won’t.” Dazai stated. “And even if he did. I will not let anyone hurt you or our baby. Ever. I will destroy the whole Port Mafia before I ever let that happen.” its cuuuuuute. its a journey that i would love to see.

Lips by SilentSoukoku:

cut and unexpected! “My dearest Chuuya, do you even take care of your lips? Look at how cracked they are!” did you died yet? coz I did! one shot

Waste of Bandage’s by ChuuChan1994:

hilarious, cute, amazing! one shot. Chuuya is getting along better with the ADA, that still doesn’t mean he’s willing to put up with Dazai’s bullshit. Where Akutagawa was use to the sight, Atsushi was left gaping at the sight before him.

Just like we agreed by codenamecat:

I will say on thing : Yosano is a b adass Goddnes. thats all. one shot and smut sorry but its funny and fluffy too. “I’ve been giving you excuses to leave since the very beginning, why won’t you just do what we’re both waiting for and take your gross ass away from here?!”Dazai tilted his head, his expression suggesting that he suddenly forgot his mother tongue and didn’t understand a word of what Chuuya just said.“Who said that it’s what I want?”

bounded by fate by Nekito :

super interesting multi-chptrs, AU!!! kouyou never took chuuya in and chuuya never joins the mafia, thus never meeting dazai when they were kids; instead chuuya lives 22 years a normal life until he mets dazai; dazai’s connections with the port mafia however soon causes problems on going.

Without Gods, Without Guidance by dancing_dazai :

another super interesting AU but with Gods! niiice and very promising!Without gods, without guidance, By the window, a woman has passed on; the white sky is blind, the white wind is cold.-The Hour of Death, Chuuya NakaharaTwo lost souls find their way to Quindecim with no memories of who they are or how they got there, and they’re determined to get their lives back. No matter the cost. multi-chptrs and on going

centrifugal/centripetal by TopHat69 :

my absolute favorite! majestic, powerful, overwelming, lovelu, lovely fic! multi-shptrs, omegaverse, on going their story from the begging but they are true mates. problem is that its more than they can handle. it what they need but Chuuya is not good at this and Dazai is too afraid. Chuuya wants to learn, to reach Dazai and Dazai want to be free and filfull a promise.

Cover Up by Satquael:

one shot and beautiful! It wasn’t long after they’d first met that Dazai noticed the tattoo. It was on the back of his neck, a bunch of letters and numbers that didn’t make any real sense. A serial number, of sorts.Chuuya had tried to hide it, understandably. Under his clothes, and then makeup. These solutions didn’t really work. Not in the long term, anyway. Clothes shifted, and makeup rubbed off.Dazai had a better idea.

lastly, will be too bad of me to share my works? I think that you may mostly like this fic:

Can you sew my suit? : Akutagawa and Atsushi are getting married and who is a better person to be their best man, but Dazai Osamu? Unfortunally, all guests has to wear newly sew suits, but Dazai missed the deadline for the order!Now, eight days before the wedding, Akutagawa sends Dazai to his last resolt; his good friend’s tailor shop, Nakahara Chuuya.However, his Dazai’s suit will not be the only thing fixed.Ch1.: the prologueCh2.: the meetingCh3.: a bonus

aaaaaaaaaand thats some of my favorite and amazinf fics i LOVE! hope you like them and happy reading! tell me what you think okay?

be well! :)

have a nice day!!!

#bungou stray dogs #soukoku #fic rec #highly recommended

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noirlevity · 2 years

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Scent chapter 22

Pairing: TadaAi

Fandom: Sk8 the Infinity

Synopsis: Ainosuke once loved Tadashi, but ever since he broke his heart, he decided to never have anything to do with him. But what happens if he meets him again after so many years and finds out a secret that will change both of their lives forever?

Chapter summary: Ainosuke confronts Tadashi about the truth.

Tags: Omegaverse, forced bonding, sorta angst, slow burn, sorta reversible but I am for top!Tadashi so maybe no explicit smut with bottom Tada in the future

A/N: Bottom Ainosuke is my favorite! 😋

Read: AO3 || 1 2 3 4 4.5 4.6 4.7 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21

Take entered the room, commenting apologetically, "Oh you were speaking to someone? Sorry."

He stripped off his police uniform, folded it haphazardly in his hand, and walked towards his wardrobe, which was just beside his door, to get a change of clothes.

Tadashi, who was sitting on a chair near Take's bed, fiddled with his phone, looking as if he had just eaten something bitter.

"Did something happen?" asked Take as he slipped a new shirt over his head. He wore some baggy shorts and put his worn clothes in his laundry basket.

"Ainosuke-sama suddenly hung up on me."

Tadashi raised his eyes to Take and saw his friend raise his brows and shrug off his shoulders.

"You're still not used to that guy’s tantrums? I only met that guy once, but I can see how childish he is."

"He is not childish. He is just moody sometimes. I hope that won’t affect your vote in the future. Ainosuke-sama is good and capable. He…"

"Okay, okay enough. I’m tired of hearing you praise him. I didn’t say he was bad.

"What is it this time?"

"I don’t know. But he seems to have a sore throat? His voice kept on cracking, and he was clearly suffering since he sounded a bit breathless. He said he was feeling hot. Maybe Natsuno was being thoughtless again."

Take stands frozen in place. He was thinking naughty thoughts because his coworker, to his chagrin, had forcibly made him listen to his experiences of having phone sex just earlier that day. Take cleared his throat and found this opportunity to tease Tadashi.

He walks to the bed and sits.

"Tadashi, maybe he was getting off to your voice?"

Tadashi immediately flustered at the suggestion.

"You know, some people have that proclivity. My friend…"

"Ainosuke-sama is not that kind of person. He… he may be a bit of a playboy, but I don’t think he would do something like that! Besides, he hates me."

Take shakes his head.

"You treat him like this untainted, pure, innocent virgin sometimes, even though the guy has probably fucked a whole town. Maybe you should adjust your expectations?

"Hmmm wait, have you ever tried phone sex before?"

Tadashi "hmmped" and responded, "What do you take me for? Doesn't everyone do it at least at some point?"

"I haven’t."

"Then maybe you should try it just once."

Take found it funny how Tadashi can say things you wouldn't expect him to say. Once, when they were in high school, he asked Tadashi if he had ever tried going to a love hotel, and the other just said, "Isn't it normal? Don't tell me you haven't yet?" He replied in such a matter-of-fact way that Take was taken aback.

"What?" He remembered Tadashi asking him.

"How were you able to go there? We're minors!"

"It's rather easy."

"Why did you go?"

"I got curious, is all."

"Who were you with?" Take was leaning over to Tadashi, curious.

After Tadashi went silent, Take realized who it was and grabbed Tadashi by the shoulders.

"Oh wow! So she really did confess to you? Are you going out? Tadashi, how does it feel to date the…" Tadashi covered Take's mouth with his hand.

"Quiet. It's not like that. We did go out on a few dates, but all of a sudden she started avoiding me, so it does not count as dating."

"But did you kiss her?"

"Yes."

"Did you do it with her?" Take's eyes widened in anticipation.

"No. She got afraid in the end, so we couldn't do it."

"What a pity."

Remembering the past made Take laugh. Tadashi was really amusing.

"Let’s eat. I’m hungry."

Take took the bento box that he ordered out of its plastic. Along with each of their bowls and chopsticks, he placed each of their boxes in their own spots on the dining table. Tadashi had cooked rice, so they had more rice to eat.

"Take you really don't have to go out of your way to fatten me up, you know." Tadashi teases as he walks to the sink to wash his hands.

This was the benefit of two single men rooming together: there is more food and liquor to consume. Ever since Tadashi came home, Take made sure he eats a well-balanced meal. It was a good thing his shift was in the afternoons. Thanks to that, he can cook for both of them.

"I'm not fattening you up. Knowing you, I bet you haven't been eating properly lately. Seeing you lose weight as lean as you naturally are scare the hell out of me, Tadashi."

Tadashi was about to retort something when Take added, "Just thinking of your gaunt face, and pale skin gives me nightmares."

"You exaggerate. That was because of something else. Just forget about that."

"I'm sorry. I'm just worried about you. I don't mean to offend."

"It's fine. You aren't wrong. I didn't have any appetite at the mansion. My co-workers were worried that I wasn't eating enough when we eat together.

"It's a bad habit." Tadashi shrugs his shoulders. He opened his bento box and couldn't help but smile faintly as he stared at the food splayed before him. Each of the side dishes and the main dish were packed neatly into small boxes, organized to fit the box.

The set Take chose for him was with a kenchinjiru– a soup made of root vegetables and tofu sauteed in dashi broth— grilled fish as a main dish, pickles, and hijiki seaweed salad. As for Take's own, he had katsudon, miso soup, and pickles.

While eating, Tadashi could not help but remember what Take had previously said.

Maybe he was getting off to your voice?

At that thought, the piece of fish Tadashi swallowed entered the wrong passageway, causing him to choke. He coughed. Take who was in front of him panicked and rushed to get him water. Tadashi drinks from the glass Take handed him thirstily, cheeks red.

Looking at him softly, Take couldn't help but smile. He took a napkin and reached out to wipe Tadashi's mouth.

"Look at you. You're really a funny guy Tadashi."

You're the only one who finds me amusing."

"Because it's only me that knows you well."

A rare smile breaks out on Tadashi's usually unemotional face. In contrast to how cold his face was normally, Tadashi's smile was warm, like the opening of spring. No matter how many times Take had seen it, he still couldn't help but admire his friend's smile.

"How are you feeling? Do you still get nightmares?"

"The scent that you bought for me was really effective. I was surprised. It helps me sleep well. Soon, I won't need the sleeping pills anymore. Thank you."

"Don't mind it. I'm glad you're feeling better. How long will it take before you can administer suppressants again?"

"The doctor said it would take a month."

"Why have you been drinking too much? Has your heat been weird lately?"

Tadashi feels suddenly anxious.

"Ah, no. I was just cautious because of the attacks."

"But it doesn't affect omegas." Take makes a brief pause and picks up a piece of meat with his chopsticks and eats it. He continues, after he swallows, "We were told it doesn't affect omegas usually."

Tadashi found it odd. He had read all the reports and there had not been any mentions of the drug not affecting omegas. Even in the police department files he hacked, there was no definitive answer on whether or not omegas are affected by the drug because they are not the usual victims of the attacks. Tadashi looks away and picks up a piece of fish, dips it in sauce, and eats it.

"Really?" Tadashi managed to reply even though he felt his heart hammering loudly against his chest so much that he was afraid it would burst out. He cleared his throat and noted that he should reread his notes on the reports to make sure. His memory could be failing him.

When they are done eating, Take fixes the table.

"Wait, I'll wash them this time."

The taller man smiles and hands them to Tadashi.

"Okay."

Take was about to go to his room when he was stopped by a question from Tadashi.

"Take… what do you think of Ainosuke-sama? You don't need to think about my feelings."

After thinking for a second, Take replied, "Hmmm. I don't really know the guy, so I don't have any feelings towards him. He just gives off a childish vibe to me. Like a spoiled young master. Maybe haughty. A bit weird."

"Do you hate him or like him?"

"I don't hate nor particularly like him."

"Even after all the things I've been filling you in on him, you still don't have any opinion on him?"

"Well, you are biased. I only hear good things about him from you."

Tadashi couldn't help but react to Take's words. He flusters, afraid that Take would find out that his liking for his young master was of the romantic kind and that the two of them had been in a more than friends, less than lovers relationship for a while now.

"By the way, Natsuno asked me about your plans and when you're coming back to work. You should tell him you're going to quit soon."

The jut of Tadashi's throat bobbed up and down. He is reminded of his resignation again. The call with Ainosuke comes to mind.

When are you coming back?

Just remembering it made his heart soft, as if a soft feather had grazed its surface.

"Yes. I have already written a resignation letter. It's in my room at the mansion."

"Okay."

"Take…"

"Hmm?"

"Are you going to buy groceries today?"

"Yes."

"I'll come with you."

"Are you sure? Aren't you supposed to be still in heat?"

"It seems it has subsided already so I'll go."

Tadashi puts away the boxes, plates, bowls, and cutleries. When the clock struck 3 pm, Take and Tadashi went out, taking with them their eco-bags and umbrellas. The forecast said it was going to rain. The supermarket was just 3 blocks down the road. As it was a bit near, they just walked to get some exercise.

As they walked, they met some people who knew Take who stopped them for a quick chat.

"Who's this Sato-san?"

"Oh, he's my housemate. Didn't I tell you already I was rooming with a friend?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot. Hello…?"

"Kikuchi. Kikuchi Tadashi." Tadashi bowed briefly. His face didn't have any hint of emotion in it. Like a rock, he was steady and unmoving, dismissing the other person's stare.

The person went on his way, and then they met another acquaintance, and then another. Tadashi was getting quite tired at all the stops.

"You sure are popular."

"Not really."

When they arrived at the supermarket, Tadashi went on his way to the fruit section, leaving Take with the pushcart. As he grabbed some fruits, he heard some women whispering.

"Wow, Sato-san is really hot. I'm glad that I always see him on patrol, but seeing him in casual clothes is an even more riveting sight!"

"Yes! I heard he's single but lives with someone. It's suspicious, don't you think? I bet they are actually in a romantic relationship. It's impossible! No man or woman would live with someone for so long if they were not in that kind of relationship."

"Yes! If you were Sato-san's housemate, would you be able to resist him? Whether it be a man or a woman, no one can resist him!"

Tadashi stiffened. The two of them have been living with each other for almost 3 years already. He had gotten used to people thinking they were in a relationship, but sometimes he would feel strange when he heard other people gossiping about them. At the mansion, sometimes, some of his colleagues would tease him, and he could only shrug those comments off while feeling quite put off.

Being teased to a friend honestly made Tadashi feel a bit put on the spot. It's not like he doesn't like Take, but he just can't imagine himself being in that kind of relationship with him. His mom and dad truly believed that they would eventually marry though, and would often ask him to bring Take to their home to celebrate special occasions. Sometimes he would, and sometimes he was too shy to ask him since he had his family to go home to.

Take was a great guy. If those women were right, no one would be able to resist him. He was gentle and loving. He was a bit mischievous but he is kind. He was like a big dog, unlike Tadashi, who didn't know how to properly interact with people without offending them.

"Look at those muscles! So firm! Ah! I really want to touch his pecs and know how hard his abs are."

"Shh! You're being a pervert right now. Tone down your voice."

"That tan skin is mouth-watering!" The woman imitated a fake sob.

"I want him to squeeze me hard."

Tadashi couldn't believe what he was hearing. He felt awkward about the exchange. Was Take really that alluring? He never considered it. When they were in high school, girls avoided him because he was always getting into fights and would attend classes with a lot of bruises on his face and lacerations on his knuckles. As for their male classmates, no one dared make friends with him for fear of getting in trouble themselves. When they got to college, they studied in different universities and only met from time to time. Take never introduced a lover to him. He only met some of his college friends when they went out to eat together.

"He's so slender…"

Tadashi didn't eavesdrop anymore and left to find Take. He found him in the canned food section, choosing some goods. While they ran through Take's list of things to buy, Tadashi couldn't help but study his friend.

He stared at his face. Take was a head taller than him, standing 192 cm tall compared to his 182 cm. His profile was okay. He had a nose bridge of passable height and a straight nose that was masculine. Compared to Ainosuke's he had a wider but well-balanced nose that suited his strong jawline and overall face. His cheekbones were more prominent than Ainosuke's, and his hooded eyes looked softer and more gentle.

Tadashi's eyes began to wander downward to Take's arms. Well, Take had great muscles. The muscles can easily be seen snaking up beneath the skin's surface when he flexes them. It looked strong and dependable. It was to be expected because he has always been a fitness buff. He didn't miss gym days on the weekends. Thinking about Take's muscles made Tadashi think of Ainosuke's body.

Ainosuke's muscles were firm. His taut chest and the small bud of his nipples that swell so beautifully like a flower bud were sculpted to be nothing short of the finest quality. It was as if it had been sculpted by God himself. The ridges of his chest, his abs, evidenced not only strength but the eroticism of the male body that can ignite unsolicited passion by sight alone. Tadashi can only imagine how it flexes, clenches, and unclenches, envious of the beads of sweat trailing down Ainosuke's fine skin as he lies tangled with someone else, covered in someone else's sheets and scent.

In most of his trysts, Ainosuke used to deliberately wear his lover's scent as if to shove in Tadashi's face the fact that he was wanted, desired, and that even though Tadashi did not want him, it was not Ainosuke's loss but his. Yet despite that, it only made Ainosuke's desperation for his affection obvious. It was hard to look at, really. That's one of the reasons why Tadashi tries to avoid looking at his master directly, afraid that he'll know he was aware of his feelings but did nothing to respond to it.

It was all for naught because his aloofness and reticence were louder than any words he could ever say to Ainosuke.

Tadashi thinks about the column in Ainosuke's throat and how it tasted on his tongue when he had licked it. His master's collarbones and the sweetness of roses wrapped up in his skin's chiffon scent had made his heart ram so violently in his chest that he was thinking that arousal could be a manner of death.

It was not helping that he is reminded of strong legs wrapping around his waist, of trembling hands pulling him in for a desperate, needy kiss. A kiss he was not ready to respond to. That's why he only settled for stealing it when he could.

Suddenly, he remembers the burning fervor of Ainosuke's body, its hotness, the way it readily opened up to him like he had been waiting for Tadashi's body for so long; Insides clenching around his manhood, afraid to let him go, teasing him as it sucks him inch by inch, allowing him to reach the deepest part of Ainosuke's pleasure. The memory of the wet squelching noises their bodies made as they fucked was like Pavlov's bell. It forced Tadashi's lower half to react. It was at times like these that Tadashi became aware of his own body. His wants. Tadashi's knees weaken at remembering Ainosuke's moans and hot breath that branded honesty, love, and desire on his sweaty skin; Ainosuke begging in a shaky, breathless voice, "deeper, fuck me deeper. Tadashi."

Tadashi feels his whole body burn from desire just thinking about it. His heart races and he feels like a lunatic walking on a thin wire, yet he is all happy without a care in the world. How can Ainosuke be so adorable and erotic? Now he was aware of his flesh. The sinful desire that he painstakingly tried to bury has now been found, dug up, and opened; unleashed like a curse into the world. Had he been so repressed after years of celibacy that he couldn't help but crave the one he shouldn't defile? It just took one night and countless intimate moments to bring Tadashi down to his knees.

"Are you okay?" Take inquires, observing Tadashi's immobility. He was not moving from where he stood and was now being left behind.

The taller man noticed the tension in Tadashi's muscles. He was perspiring, his hands clenched at his sides, and his face flushed, as if he had just witnessed something obscene and was scandalized by it.

"Tadashi?"

Finally noticing Take, Tadashi raises his eyes and looks at him in panic. His open mouth trembled. He used his arm to hide it.

"I'm fine."

"But your face is red. Are you feeling unwell?"

"Ah no! I just remembered something embarrassing."

Tadashi excused himself and throttled his way to the restroom.

—-

Ainosuke didn't want to see Tadashi. He had told Takahisa he was not ready yet, and so their visit to his place was postponed. The reason was that he was afraid that this would truly be the end of both of them. That despite being 'pairs' Tadashi would still reject him. While Ainosuke was having conflicting feelings about Tadashi leaving, Tadashi, on the other hand, had been ready and willing to leave him. Without any qualms or excuses. Without his usual stubbornness. And Ainosuke absolutely loathes it.

He was never truly honest with him. Maybe his confession was indeed a bit early. Maybe his tantrums, saying mean words all the while spilling his heart out, were not enough. Maybe it was all a mistake. An out-of-tune singer singing to a good accompaniment. Maybe he had been too pushy, coming off as a mere flirt even though he was desperately begging for his attention. Ainosuke was at his wit's end. He drove himself into a corner because he had been too angry and unforgiving. But really, what should he have done? Finding out the only person you ever loved was dating your father was in and of itself a fatal blow. The fact that said father was abusive merely added salt to the already festering wound.

Feeling suffocated, Ainosuke decides to drive. Accompanied by Natsuno, they drove around their neighborhood and then to the city. Ainosuke shouldn't have trusted himself. Whenever he wanders around, almost always, he stumbles into places he would regret being at. Now, he was unconsciously driving to Tadashi's apartment. Natsuno, beside him, wondered where he was going.

After an almost 20 minute drive, the clear sky was slowly being engulfed by heavy gray clouds. Thunder boomed in the distance. A few seconds later, the rain started to fall. It started slowly, a mere drizzle, but then abruptly turned into a downpour. The harsh rain made the streets misty. Ainosuke pulls to a stop and is surprised to see that on that misty street, Tadashi is walking to a canopy, carrying eco-bags full of grocery items. He was walking with a much taller man who was trying to share the weight of the bag Tadashi was carrying.

When he saw them, he didn't think anymore. All of his restraints disappeared. He got out of the car, growling under his breath. He was like a wolf guarding his territory. If he didn't know any better, he would have confronted Take right then and there, but just the thought of offending Tadashi and making him hate him even more, was enough to freeze him in place. As though it wasn't raining, Ainosuke stood outside of his car staring at the two of them.

The coldness of the rain seeped into his clothes, drenching him to his bones. His clothes and hair clung to his skin, as if to comfort him from his broken heart. His vision, blurred by the rain, only made up an illusion of Tadashi's image. The hissing sound of the rain, the sound of running water, and his breath were the things that made him aware of himself, of his hands, and of his mouth that were guilty of doing and saying bad things to Tadashi.

He was so ashamed of himself; he was ashamed of how much he had screwed up. He wanted to love him properly; to wait for him to accept him. Them. Their relationship. But what did he do? He etched indelible wounds on Tadashi's heart instead.

Takahisa said that he didn't know any better and that he was not at fault. But he could not take back the things that he had said. He called him a whore right to his face when the truth was that he was just being forced into the relationship. He treated him like something he had just succeeded in getting from his father, as if he was just an object to be possessed. Had his love been false? Had he mistaken his selfish need to possess Tadashi for love?

He refuses to believe it was so.

Because Ainosuke only wanted one thing, and that was to be with Tadashi. He wants to hold him in his arms and see him smile. He wants to be able to look into his eyes and see love reflected there. He wants to hear him say he loves him and to be able to bathe in his sweet rosy scent forever.

The words "I can't live without you" did not have any meaning until Tadashi gave them one.

He chokes on his despair. Tadashi had not seen him. He wanted to call out to him, but no words would come out of his trembling lips. The cold burns his skin. Needles of ice prickled flesh as he shivered.

"Tadashi, look."

Tadashi turned.

"What?" Take dipped his head to the right to guide Tadashi's eyesight. When Tadashi followed it, he was surprised to see Ainosuke standing in the rain.

Throwing a glance at Taking, Tadashi left his bag and ran to Ainosuke's side as if it was the most natural thing in the world. The sounds of water splashing and Tadashi's heartbeat replaced the hiss of the rain. He raised his umbrella to shelter Ainosuke. He didn't care about getting wet anymore.

"Ainosuke-sama, what are you doing here standing in the rain?"

The pelting rain drowned out any other sound. It was as if they were in their own world.

Ainosuke stares at him, eyebrows furrowed and trembling lips pressed. He wanted to hug him and beg him to not be angry at him. He wanted to tell him that he was sorry. He wanted to embrace him and tell him that he already knew everything.

The look on Ainosuke's face made Tadashi's heart clench. Raindrops streamed down his master's handsome face. Tadashi was unable to look away. He stared into the other's eyes and noticed that they were watery and red. Had he been crying? Or was it just because of the rain? Tadashi looks away, uneasy, the jut of his throat bobbing up and down nervously.

Tadashi patted his pockets, searching for a handkerchief. Unfortunately, he forgot to bring one.

He raises his eyes again and manages to say, "You're soaking wet." Suddenly, he remembered Take's teasing and him getting off to Ainosuke earlier and felt guilty and embarrassed at himself. To fend away the feeling, Tadashi hands the umbrella to Ainosuke.

"You can take this umbrella."

His voice sounded calm, but deep inside he was burning with embarrassment and guilt.

Ainosuke couldn't help but scrunch his face in pain as he quietly stared at the older man. He stepped forward and was about to pull Tadashi into a hug when Tadashi stopped him by grabbing his arm, saying, "People are watching."

Even though he doesn't look like his usual self, it would still be bad for him to be overly affectionate with him in the middle of the street. Ainosuke could not help but let out a bitter laugh.

Rejected again.

He felt so fucking pathetic.

"You really are a good dog." Ainosuke manages to say something despite the pain Tadashi's words caused. He wrapped Tadashi's hand in his own. Feeling Tadashi's warmth felt like some kind of consolation.

Tadashi tells him he's going back; that he was with Take. Ainosuke could just keep the umbrella. Tadashi loosens his grip on the handle and tries to take his hand away. Ainosuke adjusted his hand around Tadashi's hand and tightened his hold. He was not letting go. Seeing how unreasonable he was acting, he looked at the wet ground, unable to look Tadashi in the eye.

"Am I being an inconvenience again?" Ainosuke could not stop himself from asking. His voice shook a bit; he was scared Tadashi would throw him away just like he did before.

Tadashi was perplexed by the words Ainosuke said.

"You previously said that my affection is an inconvenience.

"But Tadashi… it hurts." Ainosuke finally raises his moist eyes to look into Tadashi's jade eyes.

"My rut hasn't gone down yet. I can't do it with anyone else but you."

"Ainosuke-sama…"

"Kikuchi-san!" At the sound of Natsuno's voice, Ainosuke panicked and immediately let go of Tadashi's hand. Speechless and too conscious of Ainosuke's hot touch, Tadashi took his hand away and hid it behind his back. He could feel his face redden at the lingering sensation of Ainosuke's slender fingers.

Natsuno waved to Take to come to them. He proposed that Ainosuke just go to Tadashi's apartment to dry himself.

"Or the young master can even stay the night there if he wishes. It's okay, right? Kikuchi-san Sato-san?" Natsuno beams.

"It's fine with me. Tadashi?"

"If Ainosuke-sama wants to, I don't mind."

"Then I'll drive us to your apartment. Let's go! Natsuno cheerfully said.

Take sat in the seat near the driver, and so Tadashi was forced to sit beside Ainosuke in the back seat. It would be awkward to sit at a distance from his master, so he sat a bit close to him.

Tadashi's heart was beating fast. He was not expecting to see Ainosuke like this. Ainosuke's scent was too sweet to ignore. It seemed that it was even sweeter than the previous times he had smelled it. Nervous, he tried to ignore Ainosuke just to stop being aware of him.

It was of no use.

Ainosuke's scent forced him to reminisce about their sex and intimacy even though he didn't want to. Tadashi scooted away from Ainosuke, only for the young master to follow him.

An imaginary clock ticks in Tadashi's head. It was cold, but he was sweating. He wanted to lock himself inside his room really badly.

Beside him, Ainosuke took off his jacket. At that instant, Tadashi's secretary mode flipped, and so he helped him take it off. The jacket felt a bit heavy. Its weight made Tadashi realize how drenched Ainosuke was. He became worried. What if he caught a cold? What if he got sick?

Take, who had noticed the look on Tadashi's face in the front view mirror, handed him a face towel.

"It's new."

Tadashi said his thanks, went into full secretary mode, and wiped Ainosuke's face with the towel. He was wishing they would arrive soon.

The whole time, Ainosuke was just staring at him with conflicting feelings. He couldn't help but feel his heart ram against his ribcage at how close Tadashi was. Looking at him like this and remembering the things Takahisa said made Ainosuke's heart shrivel. It was as if his heart was being wrung like a wet towel. The strain crawled up his throat. It seemed like magic was casted to make it dry. Consequently, he felt a sting in his eyes.

That didn't matter. The need to apologize and make amends was far stronger than fear. Ainosuke wanted to embrace Tadashi. He wanted to take Tadashi's pain away if he would let him. The only thing he needs to do is be a little braver. So Ainosuke holds Tadashi's free hand. He holds it like it was something that could easily break.

At the touch, Tadashi feels his heartbeat get even faster, so much so that his breath got caught up in his throat. Because he stopped drinking his suppressant, Ainosuke's every touch left phantom burns on his skin.

A thicker rosy scent washed over them as they both looked at each other. Now that they were inside the car, there was no longer any other scent that could hide it. The younger man's sweet scent was like gasoline to ignite Tadashi's desire.

On the other hand, Ainosuke could not help but think how he was the only one who could smell Tadashi's sweetness. As he gazed into the older man's face, Ainosuke could not help but notice how Tadashi's cheeks slowly turned red, how the hand that he was holding slightly trembled. Tadashi didn't look like he hated how close they were. He didn't look cold and at arm's length like he always does. On the contrary, for the first time, Tadashi looked like he was conscious of Ainosuke; of the fact that Ainosuke wanted him.

Tadashi looked like he wanted Ainosuke too.

Having sex with an omega in heat was something Ainosuke engaged in. Not all the time. When he went out with Yuki, he would always help him manage his heats. That's why he knows how omegas react whenever they start to go into heat. Tadashi's reaction to his touch and his nearness was confirmation that he was indeed an omega. He's never seen Tadashi look flustered or with a tinge of intoxication in his eyes. This was a first. The Tadashi in front of him tried hard not to show how breathless he was, but his cold hands and the softness in his facial expression betrayed him.

Tadashi stopped wiping Ainosuke's face. He sat back quietly but didn't take his hand away from Ainosuke's grasp. A brush. Skin grazing skin. Ainosuke's eyes widened when he felt Tadashi wrap his fingers around his hand and gave it a little squeeze.

The gesture was an arrow right through his heart. A bullseye.

The touch ignites Ainoduke's insides. It dawned on him that he and Tadashi could not resist each other. He remembered the times Tadashi held his hand; the time in the sunroom when they watched the moon together; Tadashi finally having the courage to lean on him; the way Tadashi settled in his arms as if it were a haven when he had a panic attack; the gentleness in the way Tadashi rubs his back and hugs him on the bed; his kiss; the way he touches him has never changed since they were children. It was as gentle and affectionate as it had always been.

Ainosuke swallowed a lump in his throat. He was so preoccupied with his own desires that he failed to pick up the signs. Unlike him, Tadashi was not straightforward in his affections, but they were there. They had always been there.

I didn't lie when I said I love you. I really do.

There were several ways to show affection. It was not always direct.

Tadashi and Ainosuke were the only ones who went directly to the apartment. Take met an acquaintance and went to talk to him for a while. Tadashi knows that Take was just being mindful of him and Ainosuke. He knows he wants to give them time and space to talk. On the other hand, Natsuno went back to the mansion.

Immediately after arriving inside Tadashi's home, Ainosuke didn't waste any time. He hugged Tadashi from the back, surprising the already nervous older man, who dropped his eco bag out of panic.

"Ainosuke-sama…" The lilt of Tadashi's voice cracked at the end.

"Tadashi…"

Tadashi grabs the arms that were around him and tries to break free from the embrace.

"I don't think I can do it." Tadashi looks over his shoulder.

"You would only be disgusted with me."

Ainosuke gritted his teeth. He has to tell him that he knows already.

"I already know everything."

Tadashi's eyes widened.

"The senior butler told you?"

When Ainosuke nodded, all the color in Tadashi's face faded. A mix of fear and disgust pooled inside Tadashi's gut. He felt faint. This was really the end.

"I guess it can't be helped. I already wrote a resignation letter. It's in my…"

Ainosuke tightened his arms around Tadashi.

"I don't want to hear it!" Ainosuke shakes his head.

"Dogs don't leave their masters."

"Ainosuke-sama…"

"You said you wouldn't leave me! You said you'd take care of me!"

He grabs Tadashi by the shoulders and turns him around to look him straight in the eyes.

"Are you going to leave me again?"

Tadashi was so confused. What was happening? Ainosuke was supposed to be angry at him.

"Tadashi, I was mistaken when I said you were just that scum's toy. I was wrong about everything. Tadashi, what I'm saying is…" Ainosuke cleared his throat.

"What I'm saying is… just be my dog forever. I'll take care of you."

Tadashi flutters his lashes and knots his brows at how ridiculous Ainosuke’s words were.

"My feelings haven't changed."

"Ainosuke-sama I…"

"Takahisa told me that you are an omega and that possibly I am your bonded pair.

"I don't know how that happened. I don't remember when and how I bit you."

"It's true that I'm an omega but I'm not your…"

"I know everything about how you can't do it with anyone without it hurting. You can't even kiss! When Yuki forced a kiss on you, you were so disgusted, but you never responded like that to me. Tadashi, just be honest. I have been thinking that maybe you're an omega, but I've never thought of us being a pair.

"I know you've been hurt this whole time. You can vent all of your anger on me. Slap me, punch me, you can do what you want. I'll accept it all. "

"Don't be ridiculous, Ainosuke-sama, I can never hurt you."

"But I said bad things, terrible things. I did bad things to you."

Ainosuke gazed down at the bandage on Tadashi's arm.

"It's not your fault. You were under the influence."

"Tadashi… I'll take responsibility.

"I love you. That will never change. Since I already know everything, you don't need to hold back. You don't need to lie. I want you to answer me honestly. I want to be with you with the intention of marriage. Tell me honestly, do you want to be with me too?

"My aunts won't be able to do anything if they find out we are bonded pairs.

"I'll court you every day for the rest of our lives. So please be with…"

Ainosuke's words were cut short by a soft kiss. Tadashi had grabbed his collar to pull him in. Ainosuke couldn't believe it was happening.

"I want to be with you too." Tadashi flushes.

"Now that you know everything and still wish to be with me, then how can I possibly refuse?

"Ainosuke-sama, I love you too. Not just as an older brother, or as your friend, I love you as a lover would. I love you enough to want to consider marrying you and building a family with you. I'm sorry that I lied when I said I was content with what we have. I'm not.

"The truth is I have been in love with you since we were children, and it pained me when we got separated. I didn't want to leave you. There was not a day that I didn't think of you.

"I'm sorry for saying mean things and for hurting you all these years. I genuinely thought it was for the best since I'm just Tadashi and you're Ainosuke-sama. I want to touch you too and kiss you as much as I want. I want to spend every hour, every minute with you, and be by your side always. Ainosuke-sama I…"

This time, Ainosuke is the one who kisses Tadashi.

"It's the same for me. There was not a day I didn't think of you."

Ainosuke pressed their foreheads together and hugged Tadashi. Tadashi hugs him back and tightens his arms around Ainosuke's waist.

The silence that engulfed them emphasized their racing hearts, the sweet scent filling the shared space, and the warm embrace despite damp skins. As the seconds dragged on, Ainosuke could feel Tadashi's hot breath on his neck. He could feel his cock harden again. Ainosuke rubs his hand on the small of Tadashi's back and sighs as his chin digs into Tadashi's shoulder. He plants a kiss below his ear.

A whiff of the chiffon scent of Tadashi's skin tickled his memory. He remembered the number of times he had fantasized about something like this. It used to be that he could only bask in the smell of sweat and the suffocating smell of pheromones; or the scent of cigarettes, and sex. No matter how he searches for the same sweetness, he can never find it. He has even tried to search for perfumes that smell similar to it, to no avail.

Now he finally found home in the sweet smell of roses that only Tadashi has. Now, he had finally arrived at the garden of his dreams, and he could not help but want to cry in happiness.

"I love you," Ainosuke says again.

"I really really super duper love you Tadashi."

"Me too."

Ainosuke feels Tadashi exhale large puffs of air. His sweet scent was getting heavier and heavier. His chin was digging into him and his arms were tightening around him.

"Ainosuke-sama, can I touch you?" Tadashi says in a needy voice.

"Of course." Ainosuke replies, his voice thick with anticipation.

Tadashi slips his hand inside Ainosuke's shirt to touch the bare skin of his master's back.

"This isn't actually our first time doing this," Tadashi says in between pants.

"I know.

"I know you had your way with me the last time I was drugged."

"It was because…!"

"Don't worry. I probably begged you anyway."

Ainosuke giggles.

"Knowing you, you will never touch me if you can help it. It's fine. It's just a pity I could not remember any of it."

They kissed.

Unlike their first time, the kiss that they shared now had a needy intensity to it. The sloppy sound their tongues made as they tangled with each other, overwhelmed them with a blazing feeling. Chest against chest; Ainosuke could feel Tadashi's hard cock rubbing against him.

"Ainosuke-sama," Tadashi moans against his mouth.

"Ainosuke-sama," Needy and breathless, Tadashi was clearly over the edge. He nibbles on Ainosuke's bottom lip. The sensation of teeth on the skin plants seeds of greed in Ainosuke’s heart. He wants to kiss him more, but he wants Tadashi to take control.

He wants Tadashi to want him as much as he wanted him.

Tadashi cups his face and changes the direction of his kiss. Ainosuke looks at his closed eyelids with glazed eyes. He pressed his palms on the dip of Tadashi's back just above his buttocks. At the pressure, Tadashi moans. In a slow, steady rhythm, Ainosuke finally rubs his hips against Tadashi's. As he was getting lost in the sensation, he felt a tug. Tadashi dragged him to his room. Looking at Tadashi's back gave Ainosuke tremendous pleasure.

It was as if they were both children again: Ainosuke following behind Tadashi just like this, and looking at his back. Like he used to do, Ainosuke tightened his hold on Tadashi's hand.

When they entered the room, Tadashi couldn't wait. He clumsily pushed Ainosuke down on the bed and kissed him desperately. Ainosuke was taken aback at this. When Tadashi realized that he was possibly smothering Ainosuke. He withdrew and apologized. He covered his mouth, flustered.

"Sorry! I just… I didn't take my suppressant so I…"

Ainosuke sits up and kisses Tadashi's forehead.

"I don't mind. You can do what you want. You can even be rough with me."

Tadashi raises his puppy dog eyes to stare at his master. The look gave Ainosuke soft feelings. Tadashi takes Ainosuke's shirt off and slowly pushes him down on the bed. Ainosuke chuckles.

"Don't hesitate, puppy."

As Tadashi stares at Ainosuke's well-defined chest, Tadashi lets out a puff of air. Passing through his mouth, his steamy breath formed a small ball of mist.

Tadashi has never lusted after anyone like this. He was overwhelmed. Before, he could just blame it on the drug and look away. Now, he was seriously feeling hot. His ragged breaths and furiously beating heart make him nervous. Was he becoming a monster too?

Seeing Tadashi hesitate, Ainosuke guided Tadashi's hand to his chest.

"Touch me as much as you want."

Ainosuke presses Tadashi's hand on his chest and uses it to draw ripples on his chest.

"Grope me. Make me feel like you own this body.

"This isn't like our first time. I won't forget this. I'm not telling you to fuck me because I still have the drug in my system.

"I’m telling you to fuck me because I want you to. Don't be a coward, Tadashi. Don't fight the urge, I'll accept whatever you give."

Tadashi sighs and kisses Ainosuke. He continued to grope Ainosuke's chest. At the touch, Ainosuke moans. He tries to raise his head to look at Tadashi's hand.

"Yes, just like that."

Twitching nipples caught Tadashi's attention. He wrapped it in his tongue, sucking its bulb and playing with its tip. The sensation of groping hands on his skin sent electricity to Ainosuke's limbs and made him shudder in pleasure. His skin turned to gooseflesh when Tadashi sucked on his areola.

"Ainosuke-sama" Tadashi whispers, on the damp skin. Ainosuke, who was witnessing and holding on to every action Tadashi made, felt his scalding breath. Every muscle in his body clenched in anticipation.

Tadashi took Ainosuke's nipples inside his mouth again earning a moan from his master.

"Tadashi... Ah~"

Ainosuke plays with Tadashi’s hair. The warmth of the other man's mouth sent shivers down his spine. Every breath Tadashi left on his skin caused Ainosuke ability to think clearly vanish like mist in the air. Tadashi's cheeks turn hollow as he continues to suck. His lashes fluttered softly against the skin. Ainosuke could feel its softness as he gazed at Tadashi’s flustered face. The look made him feel as though he was being laid bare little by little.

"Bite it."

Tadashi raises his glazed eyes while his tongue continues to play with Ainosuke's nipples. Ainosuke can see the tendril of that lewd tongue lapping at his swollen nipples and breaks into a intoxicated smile. Following Ainosuke’s instructions, Tadashi nibbled on the bud, grabbed Ainosuke's other boob, groped it, and then pinched his other nipple.

"I didn’t think you’d be this erotic," Tadashi says, voice muffled by Ainosuke's nipple.

"Well, you had a lot of experience."

Ainosuke reddens.

"It’s only my second time being a bottom." He said breathlessly.

"I was curious. And the whole time I was being fucked, I was imagining you were the one fucking me." Ainosuke flusters even more at his confession.

"Is that so?"

Tadashi smiles and bites Ainosuke's nipple harder, causing the younger man to moan in pain. The pain that bloomed in Ainosuke’s nipple made his dick even harder. Nimble fingers took Ainosuke’s pants off so that he was down to his boxers. The boxers hugged his pelvis so immaculately, emphasizing its shape. It accentuated his small waist and the v line of his abs; his long legs were spread, caging Tadashi. With how hard Ainosuke was, his arousal was now exposed in full view; a blot of precum soaked his boxers.

Ainosuke's skin, while a bit darker than Tadashi's, seems to glow. The sight made Tadashi breathless. The sweet rosy smell that washed over Tadashi forced Tadashi over the edge. This was the very reason why he had been overdosing on suppressants. Just a faint smell of Ainosuke's pheromones makes him feel not like himself. Initially, it was tolerable. He liked Ainosuke's smell; It was calming. But guilt would immediately replace serenity.

After having sex with him the first time, and sleeping together with him, Tadashi was afraid that given the opportunity, he would do something that could hurt Ainosuke and make him hate him even more. He was afraid that he too would go mad. His restraint was not his strong point because he had always been a bit greedy.

Tadashi knitted his brows as he thought that maybe they should switch places. His body is sturdier than Ainosuke's after all. He can take a lot of pain after everything he went through.

"Ainosuke-sama, maybe we should switch places?"

Ainosuke snapped out of his daze.

"What? But…" Ainosuke panics. He wanted Tadashi to mess him up. He wanted to be comforted by seeing for himself how Tadashi desired him.

"I'm afraid I'll be too rough. I'm not sure I can…"

"Is my body, after all, not to your liking?"

"No that's not what I meant.."

"Then why won't you fuck me?

"Tadashi, I'm not a woman that you need to pay attention to be gentle to. I'm a man like you."

Ainosuke covers his face with Tadashi's pillow and sniffles. Tadashi was at a loss for words.

"Ainosuke-sama I'm sorry don't cry."

Defeated, Tadashi swallows a lump in his throat and then proceeds to take off Ainosuke’s boxers.

"Don’t cry."

Sighing. Tadashi has no choice. He takes off his shirt. Ainosuke takes a peek behind the pillow and bites his lip at the sight of Tadashi's upper torso. He was thrilled that Tadashi managed to gain back the muscle density that he lost.

When Tadashi raised his eyes to look at Ainosuke, he was surprised that Ainosuke had lifted his legs to expose himself, allowing Tadashi to see his leaking dick and eager hole. The sight left Tadashi speechless.

"What are you waiting for? Tadashi?" Flushed, Ainosuke couldn’t help but nudge Tadashi's crotch with his foot. He curled his toes on the other’s hard-on and rubbed the underside of his foot against Tadashi’s dick. Just imagining how it would feel inside of him gave Ainosuke goosebumps. Ainosuke got so distracted that when Tadashi pushed the back of his legs to lift his waist up, he jolted. He felt his back snap slightly at the gesture.

Tadashi wrapped his arms around Ainosuke's legs and kissed him on the mouth.

Surprised, Ainosuke’s abs clenched and unclenched as he heaved. Wet kisses were planted on his stomach. Tadashi's tongue wandered the ridges of his abs and trailed down Ainosuke's lower abdomen down to the root of his cock. Thrilled, Ainosuke pulled Tadashi's hair as his body shuddered in anticipation.

"Don't tease me." He whined.

Tadashi breaks into a smile and kisses Anosuke’s length. He wraps his tongue around its girth and takes it into his mouth. Ainosuke whimpers at how hot Tadashi’s mouth is. The pressure from Tadashi’s sucking causes Ainosuke to throw his head back and moan. Tadashi skillfully took him all inside his mouth, up to the hilt, without even gagging once. Ainosuke heaves. The sight was so arousing that he thinks he won't be able to hold on.

Squelching noises filled the air. It did not help that he was enveloped by Tadashi's overwhelming sweetness. The hotness enveloping his dick, the feeling of Tadashi’s tongue around it, and the softness of his lips made Ainosuke dizzy.

"Tada…" he was about to tell Tadashi to move away when all of a sudden he spilled everything he was holding back on Tadashi’s face. It even reached his bangs. Tadashi didn’t see that coming.

"Sorry. You haven’t entered me yet, but I’m already like this." Ainosuke says as he sits up, embarrassed that he wasn’t able to hold on. Tadashi smiles and says it was okay. He was about to stand up when Ainosuke pulled him and then started to lick his own cum off of Tadashi's face.

Ainosuke was like a cat lapping milk: sticking out his cute tongue and slithering it on the thick transparent substance that splattered on Tadashi's flustered face, all the while moaning and groaning as if he was being fucked. He massaged Tadashi's thighs while he was at it. Ainosuke imagined the strength of Tadashi’s thrusts when he finally penetrates him.

"Ainosuke-sama… Stop licking." Tadashi mustered, overwhelmed by Ainosuke’s actions.

Ainosuke didn't stop.

"Wait.. you don’t need to do this." Tadashi is overcome with lust after hearing Ainosuke's sounds, feeling his grip on his thigh, and feeling the wetness of his tongue on his skin.

Ainosuke licks a dot of splatter on the side of Tadashi's mouth and withdraws. Worried, his eyebrows slanted downwards and the tip of his thin sensual mouth pressed into a frown. His collar bones were emphasized as he leaned in. He asks,

"Why? Do you think I’m dirty now? You won’t kiss me anymore?"

Tadashi finds him unbearably adorable. He wasn't expecting that Ainosuke would act even more adorable compared to how he usually acts when they are alone.

"So adorable. You're really cute, Ainosuke-sama. How is it possible for someone to be this cute, handsome, and cool?" Tadashi said as he tightly hugged Ainosuke. Ainosuke, who was previously worried and panicking that Tadashi wouldn't kiss him anymore, burrowed his face against Tadashi's shoulder and hugs him back. He breathes in his sweet smell and rubs his nose against Tadashi's skin.

"Tadashi you smell so sweet, did you know that? I want to bask in this smell forever if you would let me."

As Ainosuke moved a bit closer, he felt something hard rubbing against his crotch. Realizing what it was, he tightens his hug. Taken in by the sensation, unconsciously he started rubbing himself against Tadashi's hard-on.

"Ainosuke-sama!" Tadashi panics.

Ainosuke couldn’t help but moan against Tadashi’s ear as he rubbed desperately against Tadashi's dick. Because of the friction, his dick had sprung up again. He got off of Tadashi, pushed him down on the bed, and positioned himself on top of the other’s hard member. Tadashi is worried. He still hasn't prepared him thoroughly. Without any warning signs, Ainosuke got down on Tadashi's length to swallow his cock whole.

Electricity ran through Ainosuke’s spine down to the point where he and Tadashi connected. Tadashi, surprised at how easily Ainosuke's hole had sucked him in, could not help but be awed at how soft Ainosuke’s insides were. It was as if it had been especially prepared to be so just for this moment.

As Ainosuke moved on top of Tadashi, Tadashi couldn't help but wince at how tight he would clench around him from time to time.

To steady his master, Tadashi wraps his hand around his waist. But this made the other clench even tighter. Ainosuke released him but then started greedily undulating against him. Unable to withstand it anymore, Tadashi guided Ainosuke's arms around his neck. Together, they moved in slow, steady movements. Tadashi thrusts his hips along with Ainosuke's rhythm. Every time Tadashi hits deep, Ainosuke’s guttural moans and grunts fill the room.

"Ah!" Ainosuke tightened his arms around Tadashi.

"Don't stop. It feels good… Tada aahn!"

The friction between their lower halves was getting more desperate and intense. Tadashi moans a little louder, his chest strained from greedy breaths. Ainosuke was so aroused at the sound his lover made that he bobbed himself down forcefully on Tadashi's dick, enough to actually feel Tadashi's cock reach his deeper parts. He rubbed himself on Tadashi's hips slowly, undulating his pelvic area on Tadashi's crotch while still having his dick inside of him. With every undulation, he tightens around Tadashi's cock, forcing the other to moan again.

Ainosuke curls his toes at the desire in Tadashi's voice.

"Your dick feels so good inside me. Tadashi I feel so full."

"Ainosuke-sama let me take it aah!"

Tadashi was taken aback. Ainosuke tightened around him again.

Ainosuke ghosted his fingers on his belly and then smiled, his little fangs showing.

"Look, you probably reached me here." He takes Tadashi's hand and puts it on his lower ab muscle, just a bit on top of where the root of his cock is.

"Just come inside me."

The sight of Ainosuke's dick that was hard again after cumming earlier was irresistible. The way the veins snaked up his girth and the way it was leaking again was an incredible sight. How horny was Ainosuke? It was hard to believe it was because of Tadashi.

"Let me go, Ainosuke-sama.. aah!

"You'll get sick if I cum inside you."

"I don't mind. You can just help me scrape it all out. Then fuck me again after."

Tadashi bites his lip.

"You’re insatiable!"

The moment Ainosuke's muscles relax, Tadashi thrusts in more violently.

"Ah! Nnn... Tada… not so fast or I'll come again." Ainosuke begs as beads of tears run down his face. He was red. Against the light, the unfocused haze on Ainosuke’s face and the way he clutched Tadashi's shoulder, was a sight Tadashi never imagined would be possible again. Nor was the pressure of nails digging crescents on Tadashi's pale flesh as Ainosuke moved against him greedily.

The sheen on his master’s trembling lips made Tadashi want to nibble it. Ainosuke usually looked a bit cold. If he wasn't smiling, he could easily be mistaken for being unimpressed. That's why Tadashi finds it tiring every time he sees Ainosuke fake a smile. Sex, he guessed, reveals other sides of people. For him, his master was extremely seductive, so much so that he feels like he won't be able to be satisfied with just doing it with him once.

"Tadashi! Aah… ah.."

Teardrops fell on Ainosuke's flushed cheeks. His pleasure was evident in the way his mouth opened lewdly, strings of saliva dangling from his mouth.

"More!"

Tadashi thrust into him so fervently. He thrust so deep, his testicles slapping against Ainosuke’s greedy hole.

Ainosuke covered his face with his arm. He bit it to muffle his moans.

"Let me look at your face. Ainosuke-sama"

Tadashi took his arm away and saw how sweaty Ainosuke had gotten and how his drool was smeared around his mouth. Tadashi smashed their lips together as he quickened his pace. In the process, he muffles Ainoduke's moans. Tadashi wraps his tongue around his master's tongue greedily and kisses him with a passion that burns like a thousand suns.

"Tadashi! No more…"

The tip of Ainosuke’s dick is pressed and massaged. Suddenly, Ainosuke feels an embarrassing urge.

"Wait! Don't rub Tada.. ah I feel weird."

Ainosuke wets himself and felt extremely embarrassed about it. He was about to push Tadashi off of him when he felt something sticky enter him. The spurting noises that filled the air painted red on his cheeks. He realized that Tadashi came inside of him. At this realization, a warm feeling washed over his heart.

Tadashi takes his dick out and realizes what happened.

"Let…let's clean you up." He wipes his hand on the tissue and lifts Ainosuke in a princess carry. Ainosuke couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Wait, I can walk by myself!

Ainosuke pouts, "I’m not exactly light, you know."

"Don't worry."

"But Tadashi, aren't you still feeling unwell?"

"I feel fine. I managed to regain strength over the past few days. Look, I can easily lift you again."

Tadashi kisses Ainosuke on the cheek. The kiss was unexpected. It caught Ainosuke off guard. Nonetheless, Ainosuke felt a squeeze on his chest. He felt happy. In response, he hugs Tadashi and shyly clings to him.

They entered the bathroom. Tadashi’s bathroom was quite big. It was almost half the size of an average room.

Tadashi puts Ainosuke in the tub and runs the water.

As they waited for the tub to be filled, they both fell silent. Ainosuke felt awkward. He still couldn't believe that they are actually lovers now. Ainosuke wanted confirmation. After summoning the courage, Ainosuke asks,

"Tadashi, will you really go out with me?"

Tadashi, who was wetting Ainosuke's hair, clears his throat and shyly replies, "Yes. I'll go out with you."

Ainosuke turns over his shoulder to look at him.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"So I am your boyfriend now?"

Tadashi smiles and flicks Ainosuke's nose lovingly.

"Yes you are my boyfriend now."

Ainosuke breaks into a soft smile; his fangs exposed.

"I'm happy! It's like a dream come true." He throws his arms around Tadashi.

"I really really love you Tadashi!"

"Me too."

"Ainosuke-sama. But maybe we should wait before we tell everyone we're going out."

"Eh? Why not?" Ainosuke was a bit disappointed. He had been waiting for the day his aunts would stop their marriage talks.

"We should prepare ourselves before we break the news. You see, my parents think I'm dating Take."

"What???"

"And I've lied to Take about my feelings for you. I also told him I was going to quit working at the Shindo mansion. Tomorrow we're going to meet someone who knows how to break my bond with you, so I don't know what to do."

Ainosuke looked shocked.

"Wait, you were trying to break our bond?"

"I was going to. I thought it would be for the best. And the truth is, our bond should have vanished long ago.

"I need to prepare first before telling Take the truth."

Ainosuke frowns.

"Don't worry, Ainosuke-sama." Tadashi wraps his arms around Ainosuke's chest.

"I'll bring you home again to get my parents used to your presence. Take is kind. He helped me a lot all these years, so he would understand why I'm going out with you. It's just that maybe it'll shock him. So let's just be patient, okay?"

Ainosuke nods. After Tadashi washed Ainosuke's hair, he asked him to show him his ass. Ainosuke shyly got down on all fours in the tub and obeyed. Tadashi inserted two fingers in the hole and scraped the cum out. Ainosuke’s whole body trembled as he did so. Being on all fours while being fingered by his boyfriend gave Ainosuke goosebumps. He's never engaged in that kind of thing before in the bathroom. Not even as the one in Tadashi's position.

Tadashi's finger, while it didn't have any sensual movement to it and was just scraping and scissoring from time to time to get the cum out, made Ainosuke feel exposed. His knees trembled, and he couldn't keep himself from moaning as wet noises echoed inside the bathroom. It was sensual and it made his nipples swell again. The sweet smell was trapped inside, making Ainosuke feel dizzy and horny again.

Tadashi, who was dutifully scraping the cum out, smelled his master's sweetness and couldn't help but swallow a lump in his throat. The hole in front of him was pink. He saw for himself how the muscles clenched and unclenched. How a white sticky fluid clung to its opening.

Tadashi breathed out the heat that he was currently feeling. He should not abuse the power that Ainosuke granted him by fucking Ainosuke's lewd hole again.

Fending off the naughty thoughts that filled his head, Tadashi takes the shower head and washes the hole. Ainosuke whimpers and moans as the cold water enters his hole. While the water and Tadashi's wet fingers were cold, he was burning up. Unable to resist, he moved his hips to help Tadashi rub him.

Noticing Ainosuke's movements, Tadashi blushed. His master really wasn’t kidding when he told him he wanted to be fucked again after getting the cum out of him.

"Aah…'' Ainosuke moans as he shakes his hips.

When Tadashi figured out that there was no more cum, he moved closer and this time teased Ainosuke’s hole. He stretched it and washed it again.

"It's cold."

The next thing Ainosuke knew, he was being stretched and a warm, wet thing was licking his insides.

"Wait Tadashi!"

The older man licked every crevice.

"Tada… ah!"

Ainosuke was at the mercy of Tadashi's tongue.

After awhile, Tadashi grabbed Ainosuke's dick and pinched his tip to prevent him from cumming. It was Ainosuke's first time experiencing being prevented from coming. The sensation of Tadashi's tongue inside of him, and the strain on his dick made his body hotter. The pain and pleasure that Tadashi's thumb caused were new to him. He couldn't think properly because of the pain. He looks down at his dick, which is already begging for release.

Tadashi's tongue finally withdraws. Instead, it was replaced by a pressure on his scalp. It started to join in the other sensations in overwhelming Ainosuke. Tadashi pulled his hair and slowly but surely inserted his dick inside Ainosuke again. The slow insertion etched in Ainosuke's mind the manner in which his insides stretched to accommodate Tadashi's shape. His ears tingled and burned at the wet squelching noises his muscles made.

As Tadashi's grunts and moans fill the bathroom, he feels loved. He feels wanted. He bit his bottom lip so that he could bask in the unbridled sounds his lover made.

Ainosuke curses under his breath and sighs as Tadashi starts thrusting more aggressively.

"Tadashi… Aaah, let me cum I can't hold it anymore."

"Just wait a bit…"

"Aaah.."

Ainosuke couldn't help but moan too. Earlier, Tadashi was gentler, now he was more aggressive and rough. Could it be that he prefers this position? When Tadashi took his dick and released his grip on Ainosuke's tip, Ainosuke immediately came.

After cleaning their mess. Ainosuke and Tadashi both soaked in the tub. Ainosuke, who leaned on Tadashi, couldn't help but gaze at his boyfriend's wide shoulders, and watch a droplet stream from Tadashi’s clavicle to his chest.

Raising his eyes, he stared at the beads of water that clung to Tadashi's closed eyelids. Ainosuke couldn't help but study Tadashi's pushed-back hair. It revealed his forehead and made him even more handsome. Ainosuke could feel his heart clench at the sight. Against his back, he felt Tadashi's chest and abdomen clench and unclench as he breathed.

In the closed place, the sweet smell of roses did not leave, but it was not too much. Since the two of them had finished pleasuring each other, the smell didn't arouse them anymore. It felt relaxing. Ainosuke could not believe they were relaxing together like this. It makes him a bit shy.

Tadashi, who was not aware of Ainosuke's gaze, was throwing his head back and running his finger through his hair. Tadashi was always reserved and composed, like a butler would be. Now he acted loose, unconsciously exuding a strong masculinity. He looked manly, dependable, and strong. He looked like an ideal lover, and it was making Ainosuke feel giddy.

"Tadashi?"

"Hmm.."

"You're so hot."

At those words, Tadashi couldn't help but smile. He opened his eyes, wiped his damp face with his palm, and then kissed Ainosuke on the cheek. He leaned in and embraced Ainosuke from the back.

"Ainosuke-sama is the sexiest and hottest person I know though. You're so adorable, cute, and the most amazing person in the world." Tadashi kissed Ainosuke's shoulder.

Ainosuke pouts, feeling shy at the praise.

"Do you really think I'm cute?"

"I've been calling you cute since we were children. You still don't believe me?"

"Yes but… no one except you have ever called me cute."

"Then maybe they are blind. Ainosuke-sama is very cute! I love everything about you."

After a while, Tadashi gets out of the bath. He holds out his hand to Ainosuke. Ainosuke tried to stand but couldn't.

"Sorry, my legs just…"

"It's fine." Tadashi lifts him in a princess carry and sits him down in the lavatory. Tadashi takes a new towels and wipes Ainosuke's body with it. He dries his hair and combs it.

"You can sleep in my room while I help Take prepare dinner."

At the mention of Take's name. Ainosuke frowned. He really couldn't help but be jealous of the other guy. Noticing Ainosuke’s frown, Tadashi kissed his crown.

"Don't be jealous of him, okay? Ainosuke-sama is the only one I love."

Ainosuke blushes.

"I know. You already said that to me. Hmmph."

"I'll go get you a change of clothes. When Tadashi turned around, Ainosuke noticed that his nape was bandaged. He hadn't noticed it before. When Tadashi came back with a change of clothes, he asked,

"Tadashi, did I hurt you at the banquet? I just thought I bit you on the arm but … your nape."

Tadashi immediately touched his nape. He forgot.

"It's fine. You're not at fault. My heat was weird at that time, and I needed that bite to control it. Don't worry about it, Ainosuke-sama. It's already healing. I already went to the doctor to get it checked."

"Is that so? Let me see."

Tadashi turned around. Ainosuke took off the bandage. The wound was already scabbing, but there was still discoloration on the skin.

"I'll change your bandage for you."

Tadashi obeys. Ainosuke wipes the skin with a dry cloth and puts ointment on it. He stares at the scabs, worried, and asks, "Will this leave a scar?"

"I’m not sure. Since we are a pair, maybe it will?"

Ainosuke went quiet.

"Don’t mind it, Ainosuke-sama. I prefer it if it leaves a scar." He hugs Ainosuke and adds, "I will treasure this mark forever."

"I would prefer to give you a new one. One that is left when both of us are conscious of what we’re doing. I'll take care of it until it heals."

This time it was Tadashi's turn to blush. He smiles widely and says, "Yes,"

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