#tw.omegaverse
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can you help me, sensei?
contents: alpha! satoru gojo x omega! gn & afab reader. taboo dynamics (you used to be jujutsu tech student, he was/is a mentor figure), age gap, a/b/o, p in v sex with knotting and heat, manhandling (he’s strong), mult orgasms, gojo is bigger than u, barely there exhibitionism bc his house keepers are home, pet names, 1.8 k words
a/n: my contribution for @lorelune ‘s spring fever collab! ^_^ thanks for hosting <3 <3 <3
18+, minors dni please
Satoru’s sitting in his home office answering emails when you knock on his door, flooding the room with a certain tell-tale sugary fragrance the moment you step inside. Satoru sighs. You’ve only been staying with him two short days. This is what he gets for helping an ex-student in need, ignoring Nanami’s warnings about ‘sharing a space with an omega’.
“Hey bunny,” Satoru speaks slowly, eventually halting his typing when he looks up at you. “Something wrong?” (He knows what’s wrong. He knows that you know he knows. He’s buying himself time to reckon with it.)
“Uhm yes actually—” he feels a prick of guilt for asking. You’ll struggle to say it. “---I, uh, made a mistake.”
You inch your way closer, skittish but needy. Like he’s a stranger with food in his palms. Maybe that’s a generous comparison—Gojo can’t possibly come off that inviting. Maybe it’s as if he’s some murderous beast sleeping in a field of berries, and you’re starving. He needs to work on his analogies.
He scoots his chair away from his desk when you make your way around it, turning to face you with spread legs, inviting you in because he can’t help but want to. Your smell is so strong his mouth is watering.
“You’re in heat,” he says matter-of-factly. You flinch from your halted distance of a yard away.
“I need help.”
“Thought you were on suppressants.”
“I am! I mean—I thought I was! I’m starting to—ngh,” He watches you rub your thighs together. “---think they were expired or something.”
“‘s that so…” Gojo thumbs at the edge of his blindfold, prolonging the inevitable. This is a bother.
You nod frantically, your expression pained. Desperate and pleading like maybe you really are starving.
Gojo is mad, somewhere. He should be, at least. Any logic is forgotten with the clean air he breathed before your dramatic entrance, though.
This is Satoru Gojo’s first time feeling the true pull of his instincts. They rid him of his renowned self control—a lifetime of careful barriers and walls and techniques, wiped away by his cock and your fucking pheromones. It should be laughable.
But the instincts rob him of humor, too.
“Does it hurt?” His voice is soft without trying—he’s genuinely concerned. You’re helpless, his insides are screaming—he needs to do something.
Your eyes turn glassy when you nod, and Satoru has to grapple with the way it feels like the world will end if they spill over. Or worse, maybe he’d get even hornier.
He shushes you, pulling you into his lap carefully, like your limbs are held together with school glue, gently tugging till you straddle him.
“You poor thing. So needy huh?”
Your answering pout makes his cock twitch.
“Need an alpha to fill you up?” He says it so soft, it’s like a lulluby.
He doesn’t expect your quiet temperament to reply, but you do. “Yes, please, alpha—sensei, I really need it.”
That’s all he can take before he’s rubbing his face into your neck, inhaling and licking at the sweetness there before he bites, leaving a permanent mark, relishing in your whines while a warm hand slots between your legs.
And just like that, you’re being mated with Satoru Gojo. A teacher from school that taught the other students in your grade while you were busy healing with shoko. The strongest man alive, your sponsor who agreed to house you briefly between moves, an enigma more than a man (and one you don’t even truly know, at that). Just sitting on his lap like this is far more intimate than the two of you have ever come infinitesimally close to being—exchanging small talk and a few mentor-related words of advice was the prior extent of the relationship. There were pet names, sure—but you’ve come to find those were on par for Gojo Sensei’s personality.
Now he’s got teeth in the skin of your throat while his fingers trace right through the center of you, only a thin layer of shorts in the way. You buck automatically, openly desperate, whining when that isn’t enough.
“you poor baby—“ sensei hums, his lips against your pulse. His tone is patronizing, but it soothes you regardless. “It’ll be okay. Gonna make you feel better.”
He speaks against your jaw now, dotting kisses wherever he moves while the sorry excuse for shorts you wear are pulled to the side, your panties with them, so he can really trace you.
Though they aren’t what you truly need, Gojo’s big fingers sate your ache in a way you couldn’t yourself—your body seems to mellow at the touch of an alpha, like it knows you’ll be taken care of now that he’s here.
Instincts less frantic, your sighed please alpha comes slow and heavy as he pushes two fingers inside of you, almost testingly. It’s slow—bordering agonizing—but you wouldn’t put it past gojo sensei to mess with you, even at a time like this.
Your slick floods his fingers at that small action, a whine and a buck of your hips accompanying, and satoru lets out an amused sigh.
You’re preparing to beg for him, plead to stop the teasing, but then… you’re on his cock before you can take another breath.
The relief is unparalleled. One minute he was dipping fingers into your entrance, slow and deceptively gentle before the next he was spreading your juices over his freed cock, pulling you onto him like he’d done it a million times. You suppose the familiarity is from those very instincts that brought you here—your chest practically sings now that they’re sated.
And so do you—you can’t control the cry you let out when he finally stretches you, feeling every ridge and vein of his heavy cock deep inside your tummy just where you’ve been needing him.
“That’s it, little lovie. You’re okay—hah!”
You’ve never heard sensei gasp the way he does when you roll your hips over his. It’s a strained, weak sound—the kind you’ve never known alphas to make.
He digs wide hands into the squish of your waist. “You’re tight.” His voice speaks directly into your ear as he tucks you into his chest then, scooting back into his trusty (thankfully armless) rolling chair so he can plant his feet and sink you down even closer. He makes light work of guiding your hips, the strength of the strongest shining through as he manhandles you up and down his length like you’re a doll.
And you feel like you’ve got the autonomy of one in his hands—his cock inside your tummy seems to hollow out your thoughts while your legs turn weak beneath you. Your arms remain to cling though, wrapping tight around sensei’s shoulders through your first release on his cock. The warm waves of it shock your system, and you cry out for your alpha when it hits you before he captures your lips in his.
Kissing satoru gojo is different from all your past experiences kissing. This one is so gooey and sweet it’s gross—the spearmint taste of his mouth reminding you just who it is you’re mating with. You flash back to Gojo dropping by to bug your sensei during your apprenticeship—dwelling on the way he’d talk to you like some silly kid. He’d always invade your personal space to tease you for no reason but to see you flustered, not that he needed to—you’d fluster easy just from his handsome alpha proximity, the minty smell of his breath.
It’s gross that such a mature mentor figure’s got you clamping hard on his cock now, tongue deep in your mouth to dull the sound of your whines.
But the disgusting nature of it all has you cumming in buckets—squelching on your sensei’s girth with every pump he guides you through.
You’re barely collecting your senses and drifting back to earth with Satoru pulls you off him, chuckling at the delayed clinging you react with. Of course you’re not strong enough to hold your body to his when he’s rearranging you—as much as you try—you have no choice but to get stripped and molded over Gojo’s fancy mahogany desk how he wants.
You’re still disoriented when he enters you again from behind, shoving himself deep deep deep till you’re so full you feel like choking from the stuffed feeling. It’s almost overstimulating when you just came so intensely, but the feel of your alpha splitting you still pleases your inner omega. More than that, you’re delighted.
“A-ahh! A-alpha—“
You can barely get out a word through his heavy thrusting, merciless and rhythmic.
“What is it, sweetheart? ‘S it feel good?”
Gojo digs thumbs beneath your shirt while he speaks, his anchoring grip around your sides surely leaving bruises. Not that you even notice how tight it’s become—all you have the sense for is his cock.
“Yes alpha! Th-thank you!,”
Gojo fucks you through orgasm after orgasm like that, till every pound against your flesh is wet and sticky.
It’s loud too, and, if you were in your right mind, you might worry about the fact that Gojo’s house keepers haven’t even left for the night yet.
You’ve lost track of your orgasms by the time sensei’s pace begins to show, his massive knot catching in your tight folds till he’s stuck deep inside you, while rope after rope of warm cum pumps you full. You finally feel that fever of yours beginning to fade once you’re flooded like that, coming out of your craze only to be met with exhaustion.
Of course you aren’t really done, sensei’s still connected to you with his knot, you can feel its delicious thickness where your body craved it most when you move your hips to go limp on sensei’s desk. You can feel the flood of his hot cum still streaming into you.
Satoru is panting for the first time in your memory, rubbing the soft skin of your hips while he recuperates before murmuring your name.
Then, “still breathin’, bunny?”
You make a little noise, nodding your head with immense effort, letting your eyes droop.
Only to open again when satoru lifts you with an arm beneath your chest, pulling you back till you’re both seated in his office chair. This way you’re still connected with you on his lap, cum still spurting into your womb.
He fishes your shorts from the ground, then, only to mop up your mess on his table, though truthfully most of it was still on each of your thighs.
At least with his table cleared he can move his desktop closer and finish those mission reports he had left—the solo ones he couldn’t pawn off.
You’re in a half conscious state around Gojo’s cock, breathing somewhat evened out with closed eyes, so gojo leans you carefully against his chest, with an arm on either side so he can type. Sure, the stuff on his computer was technically confidential, but you likely wouldn’t be alert for a while. And even if you were, did the whole classified document rule even apply to you anymore? It’s not like anyone could ask him to keep a secret from you, not now—not when you’re mated.
#gojo x reader#jjk x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojo smut#gojo fic#gojo satoru smut#tw.omegaverse#tw.taboo dynamics#tw.age gap#🐞 writes
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Yandere! Alpha! Wesker x Omega! Reader?
Please... Thank you ❤️ Your works is amazing.
I can sure try
Tw: Yandere/mentioned afab like twice/kinda horny/I have never written omegaverse
Wesker is his own warning.
It’s hard to be the only omega in the department, with so many others eyeing you up and down, looking at you like prey. It was also strange for you to even be in a place like this, a place that’s uncommon for omegas to be. However you’re here, why? Well, maybe because you’re full of spite and really like this job and everything scary associated with it.
However, there was one problem. Your captain seems very intent on courting you, gifting you flowers, jewelry, and even food. On missions he would check up on you and sometimes show off to you, letting it be known that he is the only suitable mate for you. He has an obvious disdain for the other alphas and even the betas on the team and makes an effort to make sure you’re never alone with any of them. It’s not that you didn’t appreciate it, you just didn’t know why he chose you to court.
Another officer had begun courting you as well, seeing as you’re one of the only omegas in the office, and a high-rank at that too. However, being an omega and a high-rank means plenty of alphas try to vie for your attention for the position, so you often had to deal with that. Luckily, having Wesker as your captain and someone who was also courting you, he made it his mission to drive off all of those little nuisances.
Whenever you two are alone in a room, he always makes his intentions clear. He plans on courting you, to you it’s a simple blossoming love, to him it’s finally getting what’s his. You are his. And if he has to prove that he is the only suitable mate for you by getting rid of all the competitors so you only see him, then by god he will.
Why does he want you for a mate? Simple, really, your utter determination. You didn’t care about being an omega, you just wanted to do the job what you’ve always wanted to do and no one, not nature or god could stop you.
Sure, you had to take days off when your heat happened, but alphas had to do that too for their ruts so it wasn’t a big deal. You were so strong too. Pushing past your limits just to keep the team safe? Wow. Your loyalty, love, and competence made his heart stutter. In fact, when Wesker had been shot in the side, you pushed through your own pain from a shot and healed him up. That was when he started to court you.
He wanted you to be his. And if you two were mated, it would be even harder for you to leave when he was revealed as an Umbrella founder. Ah…right. You’ll be living in luxury as soon as you realize he’s the only thing and person you’ll ever need. He’ll keep you nice and round, safe in his home, full of his pups and full of milk for them. The thought made his groin ache.
He just needed to get rid of some nuisances, finally make the move, get rid of the STARS team, and finally have you all to himself. That Chris has been a little too friendly with you in his opinion.
So, he told the team members about different mission assignments they had together. He had assigned them himself but they didn’t need to know that. You were with him and he could finally get you all for himself.
A secluded abandoned lab awaited you two. He knew it was abandoned because the cameras barely worked if at all…and he may have been the reason it was abandoned. But little details didn’t matter, what matters is you becoming his. He chose this lab specifically because of a certain love inducing drug that had been scrapped and abandoned because of how potent it was. Most of it was kept safe in some of the glass cabinets, so it shouldn’t be hard to “accidentally” knock you into it.
You two were sweeping through the halls, Wesker forgot how cramped this place was. You two were practically pressed up against each other as you made it through the winding hallways. It was quite dark too, overgrowth on the walls and the abandoned carts in the hallway, some sort of mushrooms growing on some of the counters. It kind of creeped you out, making you huddle a little closer to Wesker. To which he gladly hid you.
You two made it into the lab without much problem, and started to rummage around the filing cabinets and old dusty computers. You heard a thump before glass shattered and all you knew was that you were on the floor covered in some kind of spore. You sneezed as Wesker ran over to you and helped you up, even helped dusting some of the spores off.
“Are you alright? No injuries? Didn’t bang your head on anything?” He asked, checking you over, holding your hands in his as he did so.
“I-I’m fine, captain. Thank you.” You replied, why did you feel so warm? Why was him holding your hands so…nice? Your heart felt so full and it was beating hard as he came closer to check for any head wounds.
“Please, be more careful. I don’t want to see you hurt.” He said, softly. And god did you suddenly need this alpha, legs quaking as he snaked one arm around your middle, the other caressing your face.
“My dear…there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you,” He started, moving the shades from his face, revealing his beautiful blue eyes, “I really love you and…I want you to be mine.”
Your face was already red from how close you two were, and now he confessing to you with those pretty blue hues staring down at you? Can this man get anymore pretty?
“Are you asking me to be your mate, right now?” You asked, clenching your legs together in an effort to not melt into his arms. He nodded and leaned down to you, kissing your cheek.
“I couldn’t wait any longer.” He said, pulling you impossibly closer to him, “I want you to be mine if…something ever happens, at least I will always know you were mine and I was your’s.”
His voice was so soft and assuring, like you two were already a married couple renewing their vows for the 80th time.
“Captain…alpha…” You started, pulling your hands to his chest as he leaned against the cabinet, “Please. Let me be your’s.”
A grin was all you saw before his head dived down into your neck, sucking and marking the little scent patch there before finally biting down hard to break the skin. His. You were finally his. This meticulous plan was finally bearing fruit. Your moan was all that needed to push you into the counter behind you, and start sucking more hickeys into your neck before finally pulling away.
“Come on, my dear, you have to bite me too.” He reminded you, although it was nice to see your lust-filled haze, you needed to bite him too to finish the mate pact. You barely registered what he said as he guided your head to his neck and let you bite his scent patch too. Oh- fuck. He groaned at the feeling, gripping your waist in his hands.
When you pulled back, he immediately started kissing you deeply. Finally you were his and nothing and no one could even try to get in the way. Especially not those fools on the team, not that they’d live much longer after this.
“Finally, finally.” He murmured between kisses, shoving his tongue into your mouth, tasting every last inch of you, “Finally, you’re mine.”
When you two had to leave the lab, you were covered in hickeys, while Wesker was covered in bites and kisses alike, no one would know what transpired in the lab, and no one would know why you quit just before the Arklay mansion incident.
But Wesker would.
You were finally his. His dreams fully realized. You in his home, full of his pups, surrounded by his scent, and no other alpha could even try to take you away from him. Especially since…you were in a mansion very far away from civilization. Because you were going to be pampered like his spouse and his good little omega should be.
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📣I love darkfic with beta!reader getting courted by alpha!character, especially when they realize what's happening waaaay too late because of the unconventional dynamic📣
#nasty.talks#tw.omegaverse#tw.a/b/o#gets my peridot laugh going#no but seriously it's so nice... the brooding... the wait... and then it's too late uh oh!!
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Hi! If you are okay with it could we get a Alpha Aomine x omega reader? It could be with or about anything but the steamer the better🙏😳 If not then totally okay😋
Rating: Explicit, MDNI, 18+
Genre: Omegaverse AU (Alpha!Aomine, Omega!Reader)
Edit: please do my dissertation survey on mental health’s impact on mental health
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Word Count: 5.5K oof
Warnings: 18+ Content MDNI, omegaverse, rut sex, p in v sex, afab!reader, omega!reader, mixed!reader, Alpha!Aomine, soft!Alpha, soft Aomine, but also protective!Alpha, protective!Aomine, Aomine almost gets into a fight with another Alpha, knotting, manhandling, thigh grinding, nipple play, fingering (f receiving), vaginal fingering, breeding kink, breeding mentioned a few times, doggy, implied size kink, strength kink, Aomine pinning you to the door, and picks you up a few times, muscle kink, creampie mention, recollection of unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy!!) smut under the read more
“Y’know, you’re meant to be busy warming up on the basketball court. With the rest of your team,” you tell the male currently laying on the rooftop. Aomine doesn’t even stir. You suck your teeth and glare in annoyance at him; the slight change in his scent at your arrival had alerted you to him being awake. You step closer to him and gently nudge him with your foot.
“Yeah, I know the team isn’t particularly strong, definitely not up to your policy of coming to a practise match if the team is at Serin’s strength or greater. Buuuut, Tōō is like, what, a four out of ten for teamwork. We need to work on that. Aaand to work on that, we need the entire team,” you singsong to your Alpha.
“Go away, Momoi,” Aomine murmurs, using the arm resting over his eyes to lazily wave you away. Your lips purse in anger at his nonchalance.
“I wish I was Momoi, her Alpha would treat me better,” you bite back at him. It is somehow both the wrong and right thing to say. Aomine drops his arms and opens his eyes to glare up at you. You’re lucky that you have a secure enough relationship to banter about other Omegas and Alphas. Even with the snark and implications of another Alpha being able to treat you better, you still find yourself shifting your body to block the sun’s rays when you notice Aomine squinting up at you.
Aomine sends you a wicked grin, a large hand curling around your right calf. A curious trill leaves you but you let your Alpha manoeuvre you. Aomine lifts your leg up and over his chest to plant it on the asphalt above his left shoulder.
“Bit of sun still in my eye, ‘Mega,” Aomine explains. He stares up at you, head tipping back down onto his crossed hands and basks in your beauty for a second. The awe-stricken expression, however, quickly warps into a lewd grin. “Did you wear those black lace panties for me?”
You let out an embarrassed meep, knees knocking together and hands rushing down to push the material of your skirt into the plush of your thighs to stop Aomine from looking up it. The Alpha beneath you laughs at your reaction. His large hand, still on you, slides its way up to wrap around the back of your knee, strong enough that when he presses into the skin, it makes you buckle. You fall to the floor, knees on either side of your Alpha’s face and hands splayed out on the cement above him. You can feel the burn in your cheeks as you stare into Aomine’s playful dark eyes whilst you straddle his head.
The sudden pain from your bare knees hitting the pavement coupled with the intimate position in public has your scent immediately souring. The nervous chitter that falls from your lips doesn’t even finish before Aomine is in action- springing up and wrapping his muscular arms around you. His right waps around your lower back to shift your body closer to his, his left wrapping under your right arm and over your back to grip your neck in one of the easiest ways to pacify someone. Whilst it does the trick regardless of designation, the action normally brings comfort to a distressed Omega especially if done by an Alpha, and calms an aggressive Alpha, especially if done by an Omega.
Your body slumps down his front, sliding to rest on his lower abdomen. If Aomine finds the position uncomfortable he doesn’t make it known, too busy purring and rubbing his hands over your body to calm you. Your Alpha guides your head to nestle into his neck, your nose right by his scent gland. You take big inhalations of his woody scent, allowing it to soothe you. A giggle bursts out of you at the ticklish feeling of Aomine nuzzling his nose into your own scent gland by your neck. The dark skinned male skims his nose up your jaw and over the apples of your cheeks. Aomine rubs his nose against yours, his deep purr continuing to resonate in his chest.
“‘M okay, Alpha,” you whisper. Aomine clutches you tighter to him. Your eyes close as you rest your forehead against Aomine’s and bask in the peace of the moment, the male’s purr not once stopping the entire time. The Alpha doesn’t rush you, letting you slowly recover. Eventually, you pull away from him, as much as the anxious Alpha would let you. A distressed Omega messes up an Alpha but an Omega distressed because of their alpha can really fuck them up. Aomine embracing you was as much for you as for him.
“I’m sorry, Omega. Truly,” Aomine murmurs his apology, lips brushing against yours. Unconsciously, you bring up your hands to cup his face. The usually brash male tilts his head and rests it against your palm.
“It’s fine, Daiki.”
“I’ll make it up to you. I’ll go to the practice match today,” Aomine declares. You giggle again, amused and touched at the way Aomine demonstrated his love.
“You don’t have to. I’m fine now! And like I said the team isn’t that strong. You’ll probably be benched so won’t have any opportunity for team building.”
“Don’t care, gonna go. Wanna be a good mate for you,” Aomine says, dropping a quick kiss onto your lips. The discussion is brought to an abrupt end by Daiki gripping your hips and standing up, pinning your waist to his front. You yelp at the sudden movement, legs tightening their hold around his waist. Still, you trust that your strong Alpha won’t drop you.
Aomine walks over to the ladder with you in his arms. You recognise the look of contemplation on his face to mean he’s trying to figure out a way to get down the ladder with you still in his arms. You wiggle out of his hold knowing it’ll only end in a disaster. Patiently, you wait as Aomine quickly scales down the ladder, jumping the last few rungs. The blue-haired male sends you a thumbs up to let you know you can come down. Your eyes roll at his protective behaviour but humour him and slowly descend the ladder knowing your Alpha is at the bottom with his arms open, ready to catch you if you fall. It’s an action that brings more comfort to him than you.
“Aomine,” you lightly growl when you feel his hand on your buttcheek.
“What, I’m helping you down,” the Alpha replies. You huff but don’t argue with him. Once you’re safely down, you turn to face the door and walk towards it, Aomine bringing up the rear. As you begin the walk to court, you pull your phone out of your pocket with the intention to text Momoi to inform her that you had persuaded Aomine to come to practice. Once the text is sent, you check the time. The date pops up next to it and you let out a soft curse. Instantly, Aomine responds with his own curious trill, deeper than your earlier one. He doesn’t ask what’s wrong but you can detect the small changes in his scent as he determines what could have caused your sudden curse and if you’re in danger.
“It’s only a few more days ‘till your rut,” you inform him. “You gonna be okay?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Already booked the week off for us both, ‘Mega.” Your cheeks heat up his remark. If you turn back to stare at him, you know he’ll have a lecherous grin tugging at his lips.
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Coach Harasawa takes one look at Aomine and puts him on the court as a starter. You frown in confusion, it’s not often that the older alpha lets Aomine play from the get-go during practise games especially against schools as weak as Johzenji. The first half an hour after getting to the court is hectic for you as the basketball team’s manager. You spend the time zipping around, filling water bottles; giving forehead kisses to Aomine every time he gets a bit angsty when you leave his side for too long; greeting the opposition team and helping them settle in.
After making sure they know where everything is, you leave them to warm up and scuttle back to the Tōō team. You’re not expecting Aomine’s arms to wrap around you and pull you back into his chest, the male propping his chin on your head. There’s a bitter tinge to his scent and when you peer up you find him glaring at the Johzenji team. Trying to calm him, you bring a hand up to rub his forearm.
“Mine,” Aomine growls into the side of your neck, continuing to glare at the opposition team. You’re slightly worried that he is about to do something drastic, lick a strip up your bare neck or even bite around your scent glands. Thankfully, the Alpha respects your boundaries and just takes a deep breath of your scent. Harasawa calls for Aomine to line up, the younger Alpha reluctantly pulling away from you and stalking to the court.
It’s a few minutes into the game when you finally get the opportunity to ask Momoi why coach had put Aomine in the play immediately.
“Ah, he said something like Aomine was too agitated. Needed to play it off,” Momoi tells you distractedly, pink eyes following the players and scribbling anything of note down. You nod and leave her be; although on paper she is a manager, Momoi’s real job is analytics- watching the males play and collecting data on their moves. A practise match is the perfect opportunity to gather more information on both her team and opposition teams. As the actual manager, you are needed more before and after games not during.
Your eyes glance to the side to make sure all the water bottles are filled and in easy access for the basketballers. With that checked, you steel yourself for ten minutes without anything to do but watch the game. Since it’s a home match, the entire Tōō team is present. As such, the bench is full and you are forced to walk to the opposition’s bench to sit on.
Sliding onto the end, you smile at the male next to you and turn in time to watch your mate slam the ball into the basket. A smile lights up your face and you clap.
“Friends with number 5?” The male next to you asks. You falter as you debate whether to answer fully.
“Something like that,” you tell him. Turning back to watch the game, you hope you’ve put an end to the conversation.
“Just friends, huh,” he speaks again. You turn your head but keep your eyes on the game, sending a tight-lipped smile in his direction and hoping he gets the message.
“My name is Sakazuki Enji.” You stop watching the game and finally give the guy your full attention. The male has spikey black hair and stunningly turquoise eyes. Your eyes dip down his red shirt, an orange flower pattern decorating the top half. You can tell he is an Alpha, his citrus scent rolling off of him. Citrus had never been a scent you particularly liked. “What’s your name?” Forgetting stranger danger, you tell the male your name. “Huh, I was right, pretty name for a pretty ‘Mega.”
It’s impossible to stop the way your upper lip curls in slight disgust at Enji’s comment. Normally the shortened version of your designation makes your tummy flip over in a pleasant way, however, you suspect most of the reason for said tummy flipping is due to Aomine. The way he purs out the word, how most of the time ‘Mega’ comes after a possessive ‘my’ that has butterflies swarming.
“Y’know, if it weren’t for my ankle, I’d be out there playing. Beating number five,” Enji drawls out, gesturing to the bandage on his ankle. You snort at his statement. “What’s so funny?”
“I’m sorry, but there’s no way you’d beat Aomine,” you inform him. Realising how that may be taken, you hastily add, “no offence. It’s just, Aomine is the ace for a reason.”
“I got picked for ace, babe-” you frown at the nickname but he doesn’t give you any time to argue- “but turned it down. With the extra time, I get to flirt with pretty ‘Megas like you.”
Looking back at the court, you see Aomine standing still in the centre. The dark haired male is staring intently at you, eyes narrowed at the Alpha next to you. From his body language, you know his woody scent is beginning to sour, the edges tinging with a smokey bite that always makes the people around him cough. Sensing the aura of an angry, and very strong, Alpha, Enji does freeze and stops talking to you. You send a smile at your mate hoping to calm him down a little.
Sakurai passes the ball to Aomine from behind, unaware of the staredown Aomine is currently in. In an impressive display of his basketball instincts, Aomine sticks his hand out to the side and catches it with one hand, not once dropping his gaze from you. The Alpha remains rooted in his spot, lazily bouncing the ball whilst glaring at the male sat next to you.
“Aomine, score, now!” The captain, Wakamatsu, yells out. The command from the older Alpha has the ace finally moving, dribbling past three defenders to slamdunk the ball. The Johzenji players hastily run to position themselves for the throw, the Tōō team also following them. Yet Aomine walks back to his position, levelling a scowl at the male to your right.
“Jeez, what’s his problem?” Enji grumbles. You don’t respond to him, crossing your arms and legs to try and tell him through your body that you were done talking. He doesn’t get the memo and continues talking to you. You grin and bear with it, wanting to be a good mate for Aomine and support him.
Aomine snaps half a minute before the end of the first quarter.
Enji makes the mistake of placing his hand on the bare skin peeking from under your skirt. You freeze, the sudden burst of fear barely having time to bitter your scent into that of a scared Omega before Aomine is by your side, a blur in the corner of your eye announcing your Alpha’s presence.
The angry male grabs the material of Enji’s shirt and pulls him up. Enji yelps and kicks his feet helplessly, Aomine’s sheer strength lifting him inches off the ground. You jump up to calm your mate but you notice his eyes; his usually blue pupils are red, telling everyone that he has unleashed his inner Alpha.
“Put your hand on an Omega without their consent again and I will break both your arms,” Aomine growls. His violent threat plus the anger pouring off of him in waves sets off a chain reaction; the other Omegas, sensing an angry Alpha, become frightened and quiver on the court, their scents turning acrid. The pungent smells of several distressed Omegas has the Alphas around them instinctively moving to comfort them, the sounds of coos and an occasional purr replacing the previous squeaking of shoes. Glancing around, you see a weak-looking Sakurai, Wakamatsu’s wrapping an arm around his waist to keep him steady. Momoi, more used to her childhood friend, looks pale and her eyes are wide open.
“Alpha, I’m fine.” You place your hand over Aomine’s right forearm. Your Alpha doesn’t seem to acknowledge you, glaring at the Alpha fearful in his grip. Enji stutters out apologies which only makes Aomine angrier.
“Don’t apologise to me, apologise to my Omega.” Aomine shakes the male, Enji turning to face you and stutter out apologies.
“That’s enough, Daiki,” you soothe, concentrating on producing the floral scent that always calms your mate. You can see it working, the hard look on Aomine’s face slowly fading. Aomine’s own woody scent flares in response to yours and it is then that you realise your Alpha had gone into an early rut, pushed into it either by the rooftop event or you being threatened just now.
Aomine drops Enji who topples over the bench in his haste to scramble away. The taller Alpha silently turns his head to take you in. His irises are back to blue but you can make out a red tinge along the outline. Methodically, Aomine runs his eyes over you, surveying the state of your body. You stay still and let him, ready to do whatever it takes to calm his inner Alpha. Eventually, Aomine finishes his assessment of you and deems you okay. The male takes a step forward to you, hand wrapping around the back of your neck, thumb absently rubbing circles into the skin. His eyes look over your head to the coach.
“‘M taking my Omega to the rut rooms,” Aomine growls out, pivoting on his heel and pulling you along with him in the direction of the rooms.
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Your back hits the door a millisecond after it shuts. Aomine fumbles one-handed with the lock on the side of the door, his other arm bracketing your head. Impatiently, you curve one arm around his neck to pull him down into a kiss whilst your other hand trails down Aomine's front, fingernails tracing the edges of his abs. Aomine grunts and attempts to type in the code that will keep the door closed until the two of you are stable enough to move Aomine somewhere else. The Alpha pulls back from your kiss to look at the number pad, one long finger pressing the numbers that made up your birthdate and his jersey number. The nurse on the other side of the door had asked for a ten-digit code to be used both as a way to lock the two of you in during Aomine's rut (standard procedure) and also to provide a measure of Aomine sentience when you finally think he is moveable.
"Alphaaa," you whine, hands grabbing the material of his shirt to pull him back into another kiss.
"Gimme... gimme one fucking second, 'Mega. Then I'll fuck a knot into you," Aomine grumbles the promise against your lips. You let out a needy moan, Aomine's scent was rolling off of him in thick waves. The smell of a potent, and in rut, Alpha makes your head spin and your pants very wet. It takes a few moments for Aomine to punch the numbers in, the digits having a great deal of significance for him
When the door is fully locked, Aomine pulls back and stares down at you. You shudder, feeling like prey in front of a predator, a spark shooting down from your mid-belly down to your clit at the thought. You can feel yourself gush, whole body tingling with anticipation.
"Pretty, little 'Mega," Aomine coos down at you. The praise has you keening. Your Alpha brings his right arm to mirror his left, trapping you in between his body and the hard door. Being caged-in sends electricity shooting up your spine and your eyes roll up at the sensation of having nowhere to go, cornered in the arms of your Alpha. Aomine laughs at your reaction, head coming down to nose at your neck.
"Actin' like you're in heat, 'Mega," Aomine teases, running one finger down from the apple of your cheek to the neck of your white shirt. He frowns, pulling the fabric down as far as it can go just to get a glimpse of your soft skin.
"Your scent does this to me. You do this to me," you breathlessly declare rolling your hips to grind against his. Aomine's eyes flash, one large hand dropping to grip your waist and stop your pleasurable movements.
Your words affect the male, a deep growl reverberating in his chest. Losing the fight against his rut, Aomine grips your school shirt in both hands and rips it open. The clatter of buttons adds to the noise of your loud protest. Before you can scold your Alpha, Aomine claims your lips in an aggressive kiss. The large male cups the back of your neck with one hand, angling your head so he can deepen the kiss. Aomine's other hand clutches your waist, pulling you off of the door and holding you tightly to his front. The lack of space between your bodies seems to pacify him for the moment.
Aomine's tongue flicks across your bottom lip and you part your lips to let him in. The Alpha's tongue dips into your mouth, easily dominating the kiss. You whine, one weak hand snaking up to grab onto his blue hair to ground yourself whilst the other remains curled along his wide shoulders as Aomine kisses all thoughts away. The kiss is passionate and needy and leaves you breathless. Aomine doesn't seem to be too affected, dipping down to pepper kisses from your lips down to the side of your neck. He wastes no time sucking hickeys into the skin of your neck, littering a few love bites in between the purple bruises. The marks are a possessive display of ownership - you are his. Normally, you would be a bit more pissed at how blatant the marks are, more than makeup and high collars can hide, but Alphas in rut marking their Omegas is as known as the sky is blue. And with the other Alpha earlier, you can understand why Aomine is leaving so many marks.
Watching you pant for breath, chest rising and falling rapidly whilst your tattered shirt flutters around your ribcage has something primal in Aomine roaring. His large hands grab both of yours and pins them to the door above your hear. You moan at the restriction and Aomine purs in response. Your Alpha crowds back into your space, teeth scraping where your neck meets your jawline. It has a whimper falling from your swollen lips and your hips buck, the skin of your navel brushing against the large bulge in Aomine's baggy shorts. The Alpha shudders at the action, pleasure zipping down his spine and purrs at the sudden pleasure. He hooks a foot around the inside of your left ankle to push it to the side.
Once there is enough space, the male places his muscular thigh in between your legs. Aomine clamps the hand not pinning your wrists to the door around your right hip and guides your body down to brush your centre against his thigh, fireworks exploding across your closed eyelids. Aomine encourages you to grind on his thigh, head lowering again to lick a stripe across your scent gland where your mate bite would be. The pleasure has you keening, eyes rolling back into your head and hips bucking up.
"Aomine!" You wail. You have enough coherence to rip a hand out of his hold and grab the hair at the back of his head to pull his face from your neck, preventing him from accidentally claiming you in his rut-induced stupor. You want to be his, have had conversations about claiming each other but you both had agreed to wait a few more years.
"One day," Aomine growls a promise. He peers down at you from where you still have his head pulled away from you. Black pupils are blown wide with the lust he has for you, appearance similar to a hungry panther. You bite your bottom lip at the look he is giving you, Aomine's eyes dipping down to gaze at your lip trapped between your teeth. The reprieve is broken a second later, the two of you surging forward for a messy kiss. Aomine drops his hands to clutch at your hips, strong arms picking you up with ease without breaking the kiss. Aomine strides to the bed and drops you onto it, eyes flitting down to watch your breasts jiggle in your bra. The blue haired male hops onto the bed, holding himself above your body with one arm whilst the other trails up your front to brush against the lace of your bra.
The image of Aomine with buttons and a threaded needle, hunched over trying to mend the shirt he had ripped flits through your mind. You know once his rut is over he will be mending your shirt- as your Alpha, he is always trying to provide for you. A good Alpha buys their Omega clothes. A great Alpha mends their Omega's clothes, especially if they were the ones who tore it in the first place. Still, previous heats and ruts had taught you that Aomine isn't the greatest of sewers so you arch your upper body up off the bed to reach behind your back and unclip your bra. A purr of delight rumbles through the male's chest at the sight of your freed boobs.
Aomine dips down and wraps his lips around one bud, his right hand cupping your other breast, thumb bushing over the brown peak whilst his tongue laves attention to the nipple in his mouth. Popping your wet nipple from his lips, Aomine kisses the fat of your breast, manoeuvring himself so he can free his other hand. He squeezes your breast with his free hand, teeth scraping against your soft skin whilst his other hand pinches your bud. You moan under Aomine's hands, the boob-obsessed male laying bite marks around your chest whilst his fingers roll your stiff nipples. Once the Alpha is satisfied with the purple marks on your chest, he moves his attention to your skirt. A few rough tugs and it's off your body and thrown carelessly onto the floor. Your black lace pants receive the same treatment, though Aomine pauses before throwing them on the floor to take a deep inhale of your scent.
"Alphaaa." You pout up at Aomine. Even though he is in rut, you are desperately horny and empty. When you tell Aomine, a feral growl falls from his lips.
"Gonna fill you up 'n knot you. Don't you worry, 'Mega. Gonna knot you… keep you plugged with my cum. Fuck you over and over, ‘till you’re squirting on my dick," Aomine assures you. He trails a large hand down your front and, in a moment of clarity, marvels at the contrast of his hard, calloused fingers against your soft, golden skin. You shiver at the ticklish feeling, a giggle escaping your lips. Aomine looks back up, the look of adoration on his face taking your breath away. A second later and he's pulled even deeper into his rut.
"So wet for me… Dipping right down your thighs," Aomine growls deep, fingers scooping up the slick sticking to your inner thighs. He brings his hand back up to admire how your wetness clings to his fingers, translucent strands connecting his digits when he spreads them. Even though you're not in heat, your Alpha's pheromones have caused you to produce slick. It has Aomine's head spinning and boxers tightening even more.
The Alpha pushes two fingers into you. You're so wet that he's met with no resistance. Aomine crocks his fingers in just the right way that has your legs kicking up as pleasure scorches through your veins. Aomine pumps his fingers in and out. His rut makes him too impatient to draw out the prep stage any more than it has to be. A third finger is added and his thumb draws a figure of eight on your clit. You whimper, a hand coming up to clutch at the fabric of his shirt as the pleasure has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Your teeth bite down onto your lip, eyes clamped shut as you feel yourself get close to cumming. Aomine's fingers are big just like the rest of him, stretching you out in ways your own fingers will never achieve. Aomine, upon seeing your attempt to silence your loud moans, snarls and bites the meat of your inner left thigh. You squeal and jerk, Aomine's other hand easily pinning you back down.
"Don't hide anything from me," your Alpha instructs. You nod and release your lip. Aomine smirks and rewards you with another finger. Your hips buck off of the bed you’re laying on. A snarl leaves Aomine at the way you move; his inner Alpha wants to pin you down and make you take it. Which is exactly what he does. One strong arm wraps around your navel to pin you back down. Under the weight of his arm, there is nowhere to escape from the pleasure Aomine is forcing onto your body.
You squeal as you are flipped over, Aomine's restraint completely gone now that he knows you're sufficiently stretched out. Your Alpha grabs your hip with one hand and presses his other into the centre of your back to arch your spine and manipulate your body into presenting. Your impatience butt wiggle is rewarded with a slap to your ass as Aomine reaches over your body to snatch a condom from the bedside table. He rolls it over his dick, giving his length a few pumps with his hand. Already his knot is beginning to swell. Aomine grabs your hips and slides in.
"Good, 'Mega. Gonna knot you. Gonna fill you to the brim." The words fall from Aomine's mouth without him consciously being aware of it. All he knows is the burning need to knot you. Your mouth opens as he slowly sinks into your heat, no noise escaping. Your lids flutter, things shaking as you feel the way his cock stretches out your walls. When fully in Aomine stops and shallowly rolls his hips in an attempt to distract himself as you get used to the feeling. Between the prep he had given you and the copious amounts of slick you had produced, you don’t need much time before you’re pushing back and fucking yourself on his dick.
Both hands grip your hips, tight enough you know there will be handprints in the days to come. It makes your cunt clench, the Alpha rutting into you snarling as he feels your walls tighten around his dick. Even though he is the one in rut, the need to breed you pent up inside him, you are the one who’s teetering on the edge of orgasm. You keen at the surging pleasure and let your face fall into the pillow, your arms too weak to support you. The lowered position allows Aomine to plunge even deeper into you. The mushroom head of his cock brushes up against your g-spot, giving you a firework display behind closed eyes. Aomine’s hips smack into yours, balls hitting your clit with every thrust, the wet sounds of skin slapping echoing around the sterile room.
“Fuck…. Alphaaaaa,” you cry out, eyes crossing and mouth opening in an obscenely hot manner. You’re too fucked out to get any words out, unable to tell Aomine that the feeling of his knot rubbing your pussy lips has you so fucking close to cumming. Your Alpha understands though, one hand sliding around your hip and through black curls to rub your clit. The added simulation shoves you over the edge and you orgasm with a loud scream.
You let out a weak moan as Aomine continues fucking into you, his hips losing their rhythm. Your thighs are shaking from the pleasurable high you had just experienced, but the Alpha male behind you doesn’t seem to care, hellbent on his release. A few more thrusts and the blue-haired male lets out an animalistic roar as he cums into the condom. The base of his dick swelling, your mate thrusts one final time managing to pop his knot into your tight hole. You bite back a displeased whine, sad at not being able to feel his hot cum spurt into your cervix ((((()))))) - you had only forgone the condom a handful of times but the way he had filled you up, the photos he had taken of his seed dripping out of your hole and how he had scooped it back leading to another session had instantly made you addicted to the feeling.
The pressure of his two hands gripping your waist slowly recedes as Aomine eases off of his high. His chest presses against your back, nose making its way to the side of your neck and pressing light kisses wherever his lips could reach. As much as you like having your man lay on top of you, you’re not a massive fan of the sensation of sweat cooling on your body. Always in tune with your needs, Aomine’s arms circle your waist and rolls you both onto your sides. He wiggles impossibly closer, strong body spooning yours. You begin to purr, left arm bending over your ribs to gently stroke any part of Aomine, aiding him in the comedown from an intense rut session. A deeper purr joins yours a few seconds later, Aomine nuzzling into your neck.
“Need anything, energy bar? Water?” He murmurs into your ear. You shake your head, more than content to spend the forty minutes it would take for his knot to go down dozing in his arms.
“Hope you’re prepared, I’m gonna knot so many times, my ‘Mega.”
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✛ Carnal Delights ✛
Alpha! Hanma x Omega! Reader
CW: 18+ Material. Minors do not interact. slight noncon. omegaverse. soft hanma.
a/n: Hanma is an executive in Bonten in this fic because I said so. Loosely inspired by the beginning of Kiss me Liar.
Tonight is the night of one of Tokyo’s most notable galas for the elite. As Hanma’s secretary, you often accompany him to these galas. It’s strictly business for you though. You’re expected to stay on the sidelines, out of sight while Hanma escorts whatever beautiful Omega he’s picked out for the night. Tonight is no different. You arrive in separate cars, Hanma insists and you don’t argue with this rule. Knowing your boss, he spends the ride there rubbing up on his omega escort and sometimes getting a quick fuck in before the gala. You can always tell by his scent. The thought that you know your boss’s scent so well that you can detect an omega on him, makes you groan inwardly. You shouldn’t know any alpha that intimately, much less your boss. You suppose it’s inevitable with how long you’ve been working for him. And the crush that you’ve been simultaneously hiding.
Once both cars arrive at the swanky hotel, you follow Hanma from a distance. He looks back at you briefly once you’ve entered the building and gives you a quick nod. This is your cue to get lost, and you scurry away, just in sight of him in case he needs you.
The location for this night’s gala draws a shiver down your spine. You can usually tell by the atmosphere, which direction the party will turn by night’s end. And by the looks of it, this’ll be one of the infamous alpha parties that end up in a carnal orgy.
You can already spot Sanzu, one of Mikey’s other executives, cornering a couple of unsuspecting Omegas. You’ve met him briefly a couple of times, it’s hard to avoid Bonten’s other top execs, and the experience still leaves you shaking whenever you think about it. Sanzu is notorious for his perverted actions, his elitist sentiment, and the ferality that always accompanies him whenever an omega is around. Sanzu not only scorned omegas, but every other being too. He was known to fuck men, women, omegas and alphas; as long as it had a weeping hole, it was Sanzu’s for the taking.
You turned your head and ducked around a corner. The last thing you needed was Sanzu or any of the other Bonten executives catching wind of your presence. Tonight was for sex, and debauched sex alone. If you caught someone's fancy, it would matter little that you were Hanma’s secretary, you’d be dragged into the inevitable orgy as well.
With the increasing scent of foreign pheromones', you make your way down one of the more deserted hallways to clear your head. Looking ahead, your blood stops cold at the sight in front of you.
“Ah. If it isn't Hanma’s cute omega secretary. Surprised he brought you along tonight knowing the type of party this is.”
“Oh. Haitani Ran sir I was just heading-”
“I don't care where you’re heading. You're here in front of us now. And I want to spend time chatting with you.” The last sentence is said with more force than any normal command. Its a direct command from an alpha, and you have no choice but to obey your instincts. Your bones turn weak and your mind clouds slightly.
“A-as you wish sir.”
Ran’s brother is standing next to him and snickers at your compliant response. “Thought you didn't like forcing them into things, Ran?”
“Yea well that bastard Shuji has been holding out with this one. Never lets any of us get close to her even though she's a fucking omega. She should be fair game. This is my, our, fucking chance Rin.”
Both men crowd into your personal space, and Rindou’s hand shoots out to grip onto your wrist. He roughly drags you over to the wall of the hallway and digs his nails into your skin.
“P-please alpha, i-it hurts.” Rindou snickers again and Ran ambles up to you, his hand taking place around the column of your throat.
“My, my. Your scent gland is swelling. Wonder how pretty it’d look with our marks on it.” The pressure of Ran’s thumb on your gland is cold and cruel. It hurts in more ways than one. A whimper escapes your lips and you cant tell if it’s out of fear or need. Just being around the two powerful alphas has your better judgement succumbing to your carnal need. Its been hours since you’ve taken your last suppressant pill. The effects are wearing off and if you don’t get away from the two men quickly, you know you’ll have no choice but to give in to their commands.
“Cant fucking take it anymore. You smell too good.” Ran’s mouth dives to yours and he roughly cups your chin to angle you just right. Its gross and heavy. His breathe burns into your mouth and his spit dribbles down your skin. You’re not immune to the instant pleasure, no matter how unwelcome it is. Your hips jut out and your cunt catches on Ran’s growing bulge.
“Fuck, i’m gonna fucking breed this one. Mount her here in the hallway for Hanma to see and then pass her back to Hanma after she’s got my mark all over her fucking skin.” The possession in Ran’s voice has you unconsciously emitting a sugary scent, one that alerts any alpha in the vicinity that you’re surrendering, and your body needs to be filled. Rindou and Ran respond accordingly. Their domineering woody scents enveloping yours and causing your knees to buckle.
“God her body is so fucking pliant right now. I know that omega cunt is just weeping for my cock right now.” Ran grins into the hallow of your neck while his arms go around your waist to support your weight.
“Lemme check it out.” Rindou’s hand dives underneath the thin material of your dress and he cups your cunt and squeezes. Rindou laughs at the yelp you let out and dips one of his fingers into your hole. “Fucking filthy. Could probably fit my knot in there, no problem. C’mon Ran, taste.” Rindou pulls his finger away from your cunt and lifts it up to his brother. The slick almost glints in the sparkled overhead lights of the chandelier, and you turn your head away in embarrassment. A strangled sound between a gasp and a cry mingling between Ran’s moans as he licks your slick off of Rindou’s finger.
“So sweet.” he hums. “Probably got a pretty lookin pussy too. C’mon lets take her right here Rin.” At the feeling of two pairs of hands grabbing at your skin you begin to struggle. Through the heady haze of their scents and your fucked out mind you know that you don’t want this.
“N-no, please. Please stop, I don’t want this this please!” They’ve managed to rip your dress down both sides for easier access and your struggling causes it to tear more than necessary.
“Don’t care what your want, omega bitch. I want to breed you right now and I fucking will.” Ran’s just about ready to throw you to the ground after that command when the atmosphere in the hallway suddenly turns foreboding.
“What the hell are you bastards doing to my fucking secretary?” Both Ran and Rindou whip their heads around, their pupils wide at the change in their colleague. Hanma’s usually relaxed posture now resembles that of a predator. His shoulders are squared and amber eyes squinted in rage.
“Didn't know she was yours Hanma! Thought you brought that other omega bitch tonight and this one was fair game.” Ran’s voice slides through the tense air with a false sense of tranquility. It’s obvious by his now sour scent, that Ran is frightened by the larger alpha.
A whimper from you draws their attention to your slumped form on the marble floor. The pitiful sound causes a growl to tear from Hanma and he stalks towards the Haitani brothers. One of his tattooed hands snags the collar of Rindou’s suit and all color drains out of the man.
“If I ever catch you touching my omega again, i’ll tear your throats apart.” Hanma’s snarl is low and echoes off the expanse of the hallway.
“F-fuck Hanma! We weren't gonna harm her!” Rindou’s hands wrap around the fingers clutched into the fabric of his suit, attempting to tug them off to no avail. Hanma’s mouth curls in fury. The foreboding air hanging around you suddenly turns deadly with the scent of an enraged alpha. The smell is oppressive and you whimper as it reaches your nose. Even if its not directed towards you, its enough to get you to freeze. Body trembling slightly, that one misstep from the brothers would end in your death too.
“Fine we’ll get out of here. Just- just let em’ go.” Ran placates. Hanma releases him, narrowed eyes still on Rindou. “Crazy cunt.” he murmurs. And then both men leave the hallway, out of your sight.
Hanmas gaze redirects to your body on the floor. Too scared to make a move, you try to meet his eyes, up the alphas presence is still too intimidating and you lower yours to the floor.
“C'mon lemme get you out of here.” With a small yelp from you, Hanma scoops you up and heads to one of the private bedrooms reserved for tonight's activities. You shiver in his hold as he sets you on the bed. He isn't yelling at you, and doesn't seem angry with you. But his breathing is still heavy and you don't want to break the delicate tranquility.
“...are you hurt?” Hanma towers over you. You don't have the courage to look into his eyes, so you fixate on the lined pattern of his suit. “I asked you a question, omega.”
“Um. Y-yes. My wrist and my-” a sob rips through you and you clutch your chest, shaking as the adrenaline wears off and reality sinks in.
“Show me.” Hanma commands. “I want to see it with my own eyes.” His fingers trace the straps of your dress and they fall to expose more of your skin.
“Haitani’s finger. I’ll cut off one of their fingers for every mark I find on you.” His hands comes up to brush at the skin of your neck and a low growl rumbles through his chest, clearly upset at what hes found there. “That's one finger.”
Your hands come up to shield your exposed chest as Hanmas eyes dip down. He grabs them and pins them to the bed, and you wriggle in embarrassment at being this exposed in front of your boss. “P-please Hanma, its okay. I’ll take care of it myself. Just stop look-”
“I told you. I want to see it with my own eyes.” The command is low but stern. And it has your instincts submitting to him. “They harmed my omega.” The sentence is a whisper but you catch it all the same.
You finally dare to look into his face. With his figure bent over you on the bed, it’s easier to get a better look at him. There's a sweetness in his face. A kind of feral beauty. And you choke up at the feeling of his presence over you. “S-shuji? Your omega? I don't understand.”
“Fuck it. I’ve wanted you. From the second i saw you walk through my office doors. I’ve fucking wanted you as mine. Could never make a move on you though. Never wanted to try. You’re too..good. Too fucking good for me, angel.” Hanma drops his head. One of his hands still trails the marks on your skin. Every time they trace a deeper cut or bruise, your breathe hitches. The feeling of his lithe fingers paired with his praise has you preening.
“I’ve liked you for a long time too. Shuji.” you whisper.
“Alpha.”
“Alpha.” A smile tugs at your lips after you repeat the word and Hanma crashes his lips against yours. It’s heavy, in a way so unlike that of Ran’s kiss. With Hanma he kisses you deeply, but care oozes from his being through the way he cradles the back of your head with one hand, and the calming scent he emits to get you to relax in his hold. Its slow and deep and by the time he pulls away, you're purring lightly much to your embarrassment.
Hamna barks out a laugh and you try to to hide in his chest to escape the embarrassment. “Easy there, angel.” He kisses the top of your head. “We have all the time in the world to continue this.” Hanma shrugs out of his suit jacket and plops it around your shoulders. You tug at it to wrap around your teared dress and Hanma scoops you up again, walking briskly to the door.
“First things first, I've got to get you home safe. Then I have to fire you, princess.” You pull away from his chest in shock and he just chuckles at your expression. “No point in keeping you as my secretary if I'm too busy fucking my mate all the time.”
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Oh boy.
Tw: omegaverse
Everything seemed fine and dandy in the office, a male omega as your captain who you loved to watch beat other alphas with his own strength and height, and your team who loved to stay on his good side so that doesn’t happen to them. You were an alpha, a medic for the team when Chambers wasn’t available, and the team usually gravitated towards you because of this. Because of this, Wesker too naturally gravitated to you as well.
You were fine with this, someone has to patch up the wounds. What you weren’t expecting was that he was mooning over you some times. Often times, omegas look for stronger mates, someone to keep their pups safe, but since he was physically stronger and capable, you suppose he’s looking for someone softer in a mate. Well…That’s what you can guess from the way he acts around you.
Normally, Alphas start the courting with an omega but you were not a normal alpha and he was not a normal omega. He took charge by constantly cover his scent in your’s, whether it be by rubbing his face into your neck, or stealing your jacket he had your scent on him. Then he would cover your scent with his, lending you clothes, bringing your head into his neck, and when asked he merely says, “To keep the others away from you.”
Which isn’t really a problem since you weren’t planning on reciprocating other advances just as he wasn’t. It was basically common knowledge that you two were courting each other, it came as a surprise to most honestly. You wanted an omega like him? And he wanted an alpha like you?
To them it was weird but to you and him, you two fit exactly what the other needed. He needed you for your kinder, softer but sometimes rough and assertive personality and you needed him for his tougher and self assured personality. You two were two pieces clicked together.
To him you were already his, covered in his scent, and he in your’s. However…for his plans to go flawlessly he’d have to wait before you could finally and truly be his. To keep you safe…well let’s just say you didn’t return home before the mission the next day.
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Can you do a imgaine where wesker is an alpha and is territorialy protective of omega reader? And can you do a protective dbd wesker where he protects the player from chris please?
Ps: sorry if you're getting annoyed, i got so many
From Chris? I’ll try.
With it being dead by daylight, there isn’t much space for you to be by yourself. Survivor or killer, there’s not a lot of personal space. And alphas and omegas? That’s a whole new can of worms. However, you were lucky enough to be with your mate already. Your love, your Wesker.
However this sentiment is not shared with all of the others. Some come on others who are already mated and you are not an exception. Out of all the other alphas though, you were not expecting Chris to try and flirt with you. Perhaps he knew who you were mates with and just wanted to piss him off, or perhaps he had a death wish but either way.
Wesker caught on almost immediately and it’s how you seemed to stay away from Chris in trials. You’d make sure to even stay closer to Wesker in trials as well, seeing as the entity lets you in these trials with him because you two are mates and it feeds off of emotions. But that’s besides the point. Chris flirting with you was an issue with Wesker. A big one in his opinion. Not that he didn’t trust you! He couldn’t ask for a better lover. However, he does not trust Chris.
A simply warning turned into hunting him down every match he had with him. All with verbal warnings about staying the hell away from his lover. You.
Chris would eventually get the message and the hunting down would stop. But you’d be moved to Wesker’s realm. Just to keep you safe. You’re his lover. Not anyone else’s. Especially Chris.
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Which manga is this?
It's an Omegaverse BL Manhwa called Love is an illusion.
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If the multiverse was real then satosugu would be real and they’d be in the omegaverse and satoru would be pregnant with their third child
WHAT IS THIS IN MY INBOX😭 NOOO
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✠ Sanzu’s Gift ✠
Alpha! Sanzu x Omega! Reader
Cw: 18+ Material. Minors do not interact. Noncon. Gore. Omegaverse. Kidnapping. Mention of past abuse.
“Why the hell is there a pool of blood on your desk?”
“I’m working on somethin. Just.. give me a second would ya?” Sanzu’s pink tongue darts out in concentration as he puts the final touches on the gift he’s wrapping in front of the brothers.
“Yeah, and why’d you decide to work on this little project after hours? The custodians already came through. This mess will be here until Monday.” Rindou’s bored expression doesn't match his curious tone. In the dim moonlight, blood can be spotted on Sanzu’s gloves and speckled on the small box he’s currently failing to wrap. Once Sanzu sticks down the last piece of tape, Ran wastes no time in swiping it up for inspection.
“Who’s the gift for?” He takes a large sniff and eyes it skeptically. “Smells like another alpha. Doesn’t smell like you.”
“And how'd you know what he smells like?” Rindou’s question is mumbled and both men glance at the sudden tenseness in his posture.
“Y’think I wouldn't know what my coworker smells like by now? Or is poor Rin-Rin getting jealous.” Sanzu snickers at the blush Rindou sports as his older brother swings his arm around him.
“Fuck you.” Rindou pushes off of his brother and scowls in his direction.
“As I was saying. The gifts for my girl.” The attention swivels back to Sanzu and he smirks at the surprised expressions on both his friends.
“Your girl? I thought she fucking hated you.”
“You're courting her now? How the hell did you manage that?
With a small sigh, Sanzu flops into his desk chair and plops his sleek dress shoes on top, further messing up the grain of the wood. “I'm not courting her yet. That's what the gift’s for. She keeps avoiding me. Damn bitch.” His mumble is devoid of the lively air that the alpha usually drapes around himself like an armored coat.
Ran follows with a sharp laugh that ticks off Sanzu even further. “C’mon Sanzu. No omega cunt is worth this much. Just buy a whore or somethin. Plenty of desperate omegas out there who could use the money anyway.”
Sanzu shoots up from his chair with a deep growl. “I shouldn't have to buy a fucking whore. She's mine. Always has been. My name is carved into her bloodstream. She's my fucking omega and I'd rather us both dead then without each other.”
“Clearly she doesn't feel the same way.” Rindou mutters. And Ran’s hand shoots out to grab Sanzu’s shoulder before he climbs over his desk to tear out Rindou’s throat.
“Fine, fine. What’d you get her anyway?” Sanzu pulls back at Ran’s question and looks into his eyes. A deadly expression now covers the surface of Sanzu’s visage. And a cold sliver of a smile stretches his scars. Ran can smell the other alphas' bloodlust release unbidden.
“A cock.”
Rindou sputters at the response. Confusion and worry for his friend etched into the grooves of his face. “Well…her ex’s cock to be specific. She hated the bastard. Think he used to hurt her or somethin. He’s a pathetic excuse for an alpha.” Sanzu lets out a string of curses and spews a glob of spit at his feet. “So I just freed him from something he never deserved to have in the first place. He’s not a man. Why would he need use of a cock?”
“You cut her ex’s cock off?” Rindou’s eyes are wide and disbelieving.
“And balls.”
“You crazy bastard.” Ran is doubled over laughing now and Rindou shoots him a look of disgust.
“So all this blood is from his…”
“Right? Thought it’d be messier. Goes to show how small it fucking was. I’ve fucked omegas with larger pussies than his dick. Don't know what she saw in him anyway.” Ran cackles even more at Sanzu’s last statement. And Sanzu swipes the box from his desk with a grin.
“I’m headed to her place now. And both you two fuckers are coming with. There’s a chance she might not like her gift. And she’s a crazy omega bitch. If she gets upset.. I’ll need your help.”
Ran straightens at his statement. “Now? It’s Friday. I’m supposed to be halfway to heaven in omega cunt right now. Your girl can wait till after we hit the strip.”
Sanzu lets out a noise between a snarl and a protest, effectively establishing his dominance over the weaker alpha. “I said. Fucking now.” With Sanzu’s eyes filled with a bright kind of malice, both men reluctantly agree to shadow Sanzu.
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You’re surprised to hear the doorbell ring this late at night. Knowing that you weren't supposed to have company over, you stumble to the door. Assuming it's probably a next door neighbor in need of a favor.
“Shit.” The sight of the man through the peephole brings you no joy. Even less so when you realize you’ve unconsciously clenched your thighs at the faint scent of him wafting through the gaps.
“Sanzu Haruchiyo get the fuck off my property or else-”
“Fuckkkkk, don't say my full name like that, omega. Got me cuming just from the sound of it.” His head is thrown back in a fit of ecstasy and you almost have the forethought to slam the door in his face. Almost.
“I’m not your omega.”
“Right. Not yet. But I got you something.” Your breath hitches in surprise as Sanzu shoves the small gift into your hands. “Go on, princess. Open it up. Picked it out for you specially.”
Your hands shake as you meticulously unwrap the paper. It’s a wooden box, beautifully carved with intricate details of flowers on the top. You open the lid, expecting a piece of jewelry and your breathing stops at the sight in front of you.
“I’m sorry it’s a bit messy. I tried to clean up the blood as much as i could but who knew cocks bleed so fucking much?”
“C-cocks? Sanzu.” Your head whips up and you're afraid to ask your next question when you’re met with his pleased expression. “Don't tell me. Is this-?”
Sanzu scowls. "You recognize it? Guess I should have expected that. You were with him for a couple of years.”
The sentence confirms your worst fears and you drop the box. The appendage flops across the steps of your apartment, making blood splotches on the concrete. You take a step back but Sanzu expects this reaction and his hand shoots out to grab your waist.
“I'm not done with you yet, angel. The only cock you should recognize on sight like that should be mine. I want you sucking my dick till you’ve memorized the shape of every vein and the smell of my skin. I want the size of my slit burned into your little omega brain, till all you think about is when your next fill of cum will be.”
You make to let out a scream but Sanzu has anticipated this as well and a large hand shoves into your mouth to stop the noise.
“Uh uh. Can't have you alerting the neighbors. Ran.” Sanzu hisses. “Bring me the fucking rope.” Ran strolls around the corner with Rindou at his side.
“Thought you were trying to court her, Sanzu.” Ran roughly pins your arms behind your back and knots the rope tight against your skin to stop your struggling.
“What does it look like I'm doing?” Sanzu scowls. Your squirming is no match for the strength of the two alphas. And soon your legs, mouth and arms have all been pinned into submission. Rindou bends down and grabs the wood box you dropped just minutes earlier.
“What do you want to do with her gift?” His glasses slide down the bridge of his nose, and he's taken on his usual apathetic tone again.
“Put it back in the box Rindou. Wouldn't want my sweet omega forgetting the first gift I ever got her.”
#sanzu x reader#sanzu haruchiyo x reader#sanzu haruchiyo#tokyo revengers x reader#tr x reader#sanzu x you#sanzu x y/n#tokyo revengers omegaverse#tw.omegaverse
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✹ A New Light ✹
Alpha! Toji x Omega! Reader
Cw: 18+ Material. Minors do not interact.
The sticky, vinyl seats of the bar were an unwelcome feeling under your bare thighs. Cursing your poor thinking for wearing a short dress, your eyes slide over the scene of the bar. The sight is almost unwelcome too. Loud and dingy, it was one of the few cheap bars that allowed both alpha and omega customers on your side of town.
Your gaze slides over to the alpha who you’ve been speaking with for the better part of the night and your eyes soften with a mix of comfort and desire.
“Somethin’ on my face, doll?” The rough timbre of his voice jolts you out of your thoughts.
“Oh, n-nothing Toji. There’s nothing there. It looks fine- I mean good! Your face looks good, I just mean...” your voice trails off and Toji’s deep chuckle swallows whatever was left of your sentence.
“Just teasing ya.” His large hand envelops the glass of whisky in front of him and he takes a long sip.
You’d met Toji for the first time earlier that night. Normally it wasn’t like you to indulge in an alphas advances. Having just got out of a painful, long term relationship, you were in need of a way to get your mind off things. So when Toji sauntered up to the bar, sliding into the stool next to you and ordered you a sugary drink somehow knowing your exact tastes, you weren’t one to argue with it.
And Toji was unlike any other alpha here, anyway. His looks were foreboding. Thick upper muscles accentuated by his tight, black shirt, a scar bisecting his lips, and his resplendent gaze piercing through locks of dark hair, all made your inner omega scream ‘danger’. But that was before you caught a whiff of his scent. It was subtle, perhaps blocked by a scent patch of some sort. But you could still smell the musk of damp wood and dark floral surrounding him, making you want to close your eyes and burrow in the comfort it brought you.
Despite his outward appearance, the conversation all night had been light and teasing. It seemed that Toji was just as taken with you, as you were of him. And a part of you wished that this encounter didn't end tonight. Hoping the alpha was intrigued enough with you to see you again after tonight.
“Um, ah Toji?”
“Hmm.”
“Our night, I've really been enjoying it. I was wondering if you’d want to meet up again, later this week? Of course only if you want to, that is, and if you're not busy, and-”
“Are you trying to pick me up, omega?” He cuts your rambling off with a sly grin, and heat flushes to the crown of your head.
“Well..yeah” your words come out as a whisper, and you're positive the only reason Toji was able to pick up on them was because of the elite hearing abilities alphas are blessed with. You startle with a gasp when Toji’s arm reaches out and pulls your stool closer to his. Your body is almost completely against his and you brave your embarrassment by looking up into his eyes.
“Fuck, angel. I’d love to see you again.” A commotion near the front of the bar rips your attention away, and you both whip your head around to see what was happening.
A drunk alpha is pushing through the throngs of dancing couples and berates those who retort in protest. His eyes meet yours across the building and the blood drains from your face.
“Fuck. Fuck!” You fling your hands, and find purchase in the lapels of Toji’s leather jacket. You’re trembling so viciously that it vibrates the barstool underneath you. A few of the alphas near you, turn away as your scent becomes sour and seeps from the skin of your scent gland.
“My ex-boyfriend. That's him. Please scent me before he tries to do something towards me.” Your plea almost comes out as a whimper, and Toji’s eyes widen in shock before he’s taking control. Both his arms pull you off your stool and tug you into his chest. He all but shoves your head under his chin before he's vigorously nuzzling into the skin of your neck and face. He dips his head down and laps at your scent gland, giving it a few good nips. Not enough to officially claim you, but enough to draw a trickle of blood. By the time you sense your ex behind you, you're drenched in Toji’s scent.
“And what’d ya think you're doin with my fuckin omega, you bastard.” Your body stiffens at the slurred speech of your ex, and Toji brings up one hand to cup the back of your neck. Effectively keeping your face plastered to his shoulder, and your nose buried in the scent of his neck.
“Last I checked, she’s the one stinking of me. My scent is oozing out of every pore in her body. Don't think she's yours anymore, buddy.”
“The bitch is fuckin mine. I don't know what lies she's spouted between her pretty little lips but she's just trying to get more alpha cock. She's a fucking vixen.” He calls your name and tells you to come back to him but you shake your head in the hold of Toji’s arms and attempt to ignore the bloodlust seeping through your ex.
Your ex puffs out his chest with a growl, offended by your disobedience to his direct command. He tries to grab at you but Toji’s eyes narrow and snarl rips through him. It's possessive and primal and it almost has you purring because of it.
Toji’s next words are low and deep. They bear the quality of an alpha being threatened and the undertone of intimidation. As if his next words aren't taken seriously, little could be done to prevent him from ripping your ex to pieces. “I don't care who you are, or who you fucking think she is. But I've claimed my stake on her already, so she's my fucking omega. If you try to contact her again I'll tear your throat open.” You don't have to look up to know that Toji’s eyes have turned a deep vermillion, the color indicating the frustrations of a challenged alpha who means to be the last one standing.
Your ex submits, his instincts blaring that he’s the weaker of the two alphas, and he turns tail and runs. You buckle in Toji’s hold. The confrontation had stopped your heartbeats and had your scent glands working overtime to contend with an omega in dire stress.
“I gotcha, princess. Atta girl.” Toji coos softly into your ears as your limp arms slip around his neck and he scoops you up into his chest. Your shaking hasn't stopped and the bitterness of your scent has turned worse. Toji immediately releases his own scent, a mix of sweet berries under the cover of evergreen trees, a specific scent meant to calm omegas in panic.
“It's okay, angel. Gonna get you somewhere safe. Gonna get my omega somewhere safe.” His bold claim elicits a shudder and whimper out of you. The rest of the bar’s patrons continue about their night, not even blinking an eye at the outburst between the two alphas. Most were used to these types of disagreements on behalf of unsuspecting betas and omegas at the bar.
Once Toji steps out into the cool air of the night, your breathing tempers down to a steady rate and you're able to think clearly. “M-my buildings a couple of streets over. A large five story one, I can show you the way.”
Toji scoffs and clutches you tighter to his chest. “Y’think I'm going to just let you leave, after what happened? That creep knows where you live, yeah? No, angel. I'm bringing you back with me.” His lips brush across your forehead and he starts in the direction of your car as you nuzzle further into his comforting scent.
“I'm not letting any other alpha near you ever again.”
#toji x reader#toji fushiguro#toji fushiguro x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jjk#toji#toji x you#toji x y/n#toji fic#toji fluff#tw.omegaverse
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Hmmm dark omegaverse
Maybe a yandere forcibly changing a beta darling to an omega to breed them/bond them? (Like, hormone replacements, surgery, etc?)
Like imagining how terrifying it'd be to have new instincts and your body forcibly changing as the days go past? Going from incredibly horny and mindlessly begging to be bred to getting moments of lucidity back and *still* trying not to hump the nearest pillow fo relief?
(and I'm not saying any charcters in particular but we do be knowing present mic has that bag,,,, easily could pay for these operations and hush money,,,,)
This has been sitting in my inbox for so long and I desperately wanted to write a full one-shot for it, but my brain is juiced… 😭 I might come back to this, but first let me thirst because this is so beautiful
tw drugging, forced … dumbification?, reader takes bc and gets pregnant, minors dni
Oh my god, the mindfuck of it all!
You’re so happy with this goofball - he’s been nothing but sweet to you, such a gentle, funny and generous alpha. He's the catch, too - a handsome pro-hero (not to mention loaded), so attentive and not afraid to spoil you.
Of course you have your insecurities and doubts at first: You’re not some big shot like him and you’re a beta. While relationships between alphas and betas aren’t necessarily frowned upon, you know people think it’s a bit weird. It eats away at you a little bit and you confide in him - he’s nothing but nice and supportive, of course.
But maybe that’s why he picked you in the first place - the perfect little insecure mate to mold into a perfect shape. Or your doubts get him thinking… whatever it is, he becomes obsessed with the idea immediately.
He starts you off small. Slowly but steadily he nags you into going off birth control, saying he’s had a vasectomy some years ago - he even shoves some bill in your face to prove it. And reluctantly, you agree.
He helps you with keeping your diet healthy and in check and getting your vitamins in - he even buys you those ridiculously expensive ones you can only marvel at at the pharmacy.
And the first tiny changes you chalk up to your hormones going wild after years of taking birth control - your body has to adjust, is all. The sensitive nipples, mood swings and the increased libido are just side effects. Side effects that persist way longer than they should.
When you grow concerned he’ll play the ever-so-dutiful partner and take you to various specialists - but it’s not your thyroid, nor your adrenal gland. It isn’t anything with your blood, either. You’re just glad it isn’t cancer or anything critical, but it doesn’t soothe your worries all that much. One of the physicians even prescribes quarterly injections and then you’re off again, none the wiser.
It keeps getting worse and worse, rapidly so - you’re positively dripping with slick almost daily and your nipples are so sensitive that wearing tight shirts is getting painful. And you’re needy - so, so needy. You swear you can’t go a day without getting fucked - and Hizashi happily indulges you. (He seems crazier about you than during the honeymoon phase, even.)
But the whole ruse has to come to light - and it does so sooner than he’s planned it to.
You can’t believe your own eyes when you see the second stripe on the pregnancy test and you show him, all big-eyed and scared. You don’t want kids. Not right now.
It has to be bad luck, right? Vasectomies aren’t one hundred percent safe, they can reverse themselves-
But these thoughts fade into the background when he gets all smiley and happy about it, as if he wanted this all along and something clicks in your brain.
But it’s too late then and he tells you as much when you cry and scream and try to leave.
You aren’t getting rid of him - not now, not ever. You should accept your new place by his side, with grace and not with childish tantrums. His omega, that’s all you are now.
#present mic x reader#yandere present mic#yamada hizashi x reader#hizashi yamada x reader#bnha#mha#tw.dumbification#tw.omegaverse#tw.a/b/o#tw.forced pregnancy#gremlin (affectionate)#ask#anon
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can you write alpha kagami taiga x omega fem reader? reader went in heat? thanks!
Rating: Explicit, MDNI
Genre: Omegaverse AU (Alpha!Kagami, Omega!Reader)
Word Count: 3K
Warnings: 18+ Content, afab!reader, omega!reader, smut, heat sex, soft sex, knotting, minor manhandling, slight thigh riding, nipple play, praise, slight possessiveness, oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, spanking, some dirty talk.
You woke to a soft fire burning through your body. It took a few kicks to throw off the blanket but eventually you managed to sit up and free yourself from the fabric. Sluggishly, you rolled to the edge of the mattress to pick up a water bottle and greedily drank down the cool water. As you gulped down the liquid, your other hand fished out your phone. The blue flashing light alerted you to the fact that you had a new message.
To: (Nickname)
From: Kagami
Time: 12:36
About to start next period xx Sorry if this wakes ypu
To: (Nickname)
From: Kagami
Time: 12:36
*you
To: (Nickname)
From: Kagami
Time: 12:36
How are you feeling?
To: (Nickname)
From: Kagami
Time: 12:37
Has your heat started? Tell me the moment it happens so I can come home to you!!
To: Kagami (｡>﹏<｡)
From: (Nickname)
Time: 12:37
I just woke up. Feeling a bit hot rn
To: Kagami (｡>﹏<｡)
From: (Nickname)
Time: 12:38
I'm fine though Alpha. heat's not starting just yet dw
To: Kagami (｡>﹏<｡)
From: (Nickname)
Time: 12:38
You focus on your classes, I'll be fine for the next few hours (=^-ω-^=)
You stared at your phone for a few more moments in case Kagami texted you back. When there was no new message, you looked up and surveyed the room. Your first heat with Kagami had been in the comfort of your house but interacting with your family after a few days of being Mated had been so embarrassing that you had spent the subsequent heats at Kagami's since he lived alone. His single bed had been an issue at first until Kagami had the idea of removing the mattress from the bed frame and placing it on the floor so neither of you would accidentally fall off the bed during Mating.
Your Alpha had woken up at 6:30 to get ready for school. As you were about to go into heat, you had decided against going to school today or yesterday. The tall Alpha had carried you from the bed to the sofa, cooked breakfast for you whilst you had snoozed on the couch and had placed the mattress onto his bedroom's floor for you to make a Nest on after he had left for school. Your inner Omega had made her distress over the separation of her Mate abundantly known but it was for the best that Kagami went to school. He could get the notes from the classes you would miss. Riko would also have both of your necks if Kagami's grades slipped any further.
Stepping out of your Nest, you paused long enough to pull your shorts off in an effort to cool down. You made your way to the kitchen, tugging the neckline of the shirt you were wearing up to your nose to inhale the scent of your Mate. Kagami's old jersey was so big it hung loosely on your frame. The cool gust of air from the fridge was a welcomed relief and you stood for a few seconds in front of the open fridge just letting it cool down your flushed body. Opening your eyes, you scanned the food on the shelves. A bento was placed on one of the lower shelves, your Alpha making sure it wasn't too high that you wouldn't be able to grab it. You smiled at his consideration and took the food out. Impatiently, you plucked out a tomato as you crossed the kitchen to grab chopsticks.
The food didn't take long to be consumed, your body gradually moving out of Preheat and into Heat. A Preheat was a period of time that lasted anywhere between five and fourteen days and allowed an Omega's body to prepare for their Heat. In that time, the Omega tended to build their Nests and eat more to stock up their energy reserves for the upcoming calorie-demanding Heat. It almost felt like Kagami had been in the kitchen for the seven days of your Preheat, cooking whatever food you had mentioned, even in passing. You placed the container and chopsticks into the sink, turning on the tap to wash them. Once they are placed on the side to dry, you turned the cold tap on and let the water run down your forearms to cool down a bit more. This was probably the worst part of a Heat, the transition into one was marked with feelings of being impossibly hot and clammy yet still being coherent and not aroused enough to only think about Mating. Knowing that there was little to do to combat the internal heat, you turned the tap off and moved to where Kagami kept his snacks and pulled out a bag of crisps. Knowing that your Alpha wanted you to eat as healthily as possible you stopped on your way out of the kitchen to grab a banana.
You glanced at the black TV screen, contemplating about sitting on the sofa and watching some old replays to pass the time until your Alpha came home. A glance at the furniture reminded you that you had grabbed the cushions earlier when you had built your Nest and had put them around the edge of the mattress to make your Nest a bit larger; something necessary when your Alpha was as large as Kagami. You contemplated whether it would still be comfortable to sit on the covered springs or on the armrests but eventually decided against it- whilst your scent wasn't rolling off of you just yet, it would still cling to the fabric for weeks and drive Kagami crazy.
Back in your Nest, you chirped in happiness when you saw your phone had a new message. Your Alpha had sent you a message informing you of the bento you had already eaten as well as advising you to stay hydrated and nourished. Purring at how attentive and caring your Alpha was, you sent a quick reply that you had eaten the bento and was drinking healthily. Tossing your phone to the edge of your Nest, you snuggled down in the fabrics, planning to take a nap. Preheat often made you feel sleepy and saving your energy for your actual Heat was always a good idea. When you pulled a blanket to cover just your legs, Kagami's scent wafted over to your keen nose. You smiled at the relaxing smell and closed your eyes.
When you awoke for the second time, you realised two things. One, you felt like there was an inferno raging in your body. And two, your Alpha was gently shaking you awake.
"Wake up, 'Mega, I think your Heat's started," Kagami spoke softly, his hand tracing down your cheek. A purr vibrated through your chest at the sight of him leaning over you. Without thinking, you reached your hand out to grasp the chain hanging from your mate's neck and used it to tug his face down to yours.
The first kiss was gentle, a light pressure on your lips as Kagami tried to convey the love he felt for you. The two of you separated for a few seconds before surging back, this time with greater intensity. Kagami's tongue swiped over your lips and you parted them, letting his tongue in. Kagami's tongue danced with yours before retreating back, his teeth softly grazing your lips as he pulled back.
"Alpha," you weakly moaned, thrusting your hips up. The male understood your non-verbal plea, moving quickly to grab your hips and pull them so your wet pussy was resting on his thick thigh. The small burst of pleasure from being both manhandled and having your clothed covered clit brushed against had keens and whines falling out of your swollen lips.
"Fuck, you look so good in my jersey," Kagami muttered, large hands roaming up your stomach and moving the shirt up to rest above your breasts. A throaty groan left him when he saw your braless chest. His thumb skimmed against one nipple, the stimulation enough to pebble it. Long fingers pinched your brown nipple before squeezing the flesh of your boob. Kagami leant down and kissed you, the need to be within you causing his kiss to become sloppy. Your head fell back from the simple pleasure from Kagami squeezing your left boob plus the tingles of heat that were firing from your core. In your desperation, you had begun to grind your soaked vagina against the meat of your Alpha's thigh. With your head titled back, Kagami took the opportunity to trail open-mouthed kiss from your lips to your neck, sucking on the skin long enough to cause purple flowers to bloom on your tanned skin. Wanting to really hear you, the Alpha scrapped his teeth over your Scent Gland where most Mating Marks were placed. The feeling had you moaning loudly.
"Off," you weakly tugged on the shirt that was hanging on his chest. Kagami scrambled to tear it off his frame, fingers fighting the buttons on his shirt. Once it was off, Kagami bent his arm to throw it somewhere else but aborted the action halfway. Instead, the Alpha offered the material to you. With a chirp, you took the material and buried your face into it, moaning as you were suddenly surrounded by his scent. Subdued for a few moments, Kagami took that time to rip off his white undershirt and pull his belt off.
"Alpha," you moaned, hips bucking up to rub your core against his thigh. The pleasure that coursed through you from the action had your eyes rolling back and thighs shaking.
"That's right, 'Mega, use me," Kagami muttered, large hands wrapping around your hips to pull you further down onto his thigh. The increase in friction against your clit had slick gushing out of your hole, your underwear completely destroyed. With Kagami's encouragement, you began to ride his thigh. Your low moans were the only things louder than the wet noises coming from where the two of you met. When Kagami squeezed your hips hard you had to stop your movements, your arousal so great you felt it would burn you.
"Such a pretty Omega," Kagami praised, looking down at you. You were such a beautiful sight, your hair a dark halo around your head. As much as Kagami loved seeing you in his clothes, his inner Alpha growling in pleasure at the blatant display of ownership- who owned who, Kagami couldn't even answer- the Alpha grabbed the edges of his jersey and pulled it over your neck. Knowing you would probably want it once Knotted, Kagami placed it to one side.
"I'm here, don't worry, I'm here," Kagami whispered, leaning over you. His hands roamed up your skin, spending a few minutes squeezing your breasts as he moved his thigh in time with your hips, and grabbed your hands that had twisted into his hair. With a growl, he pinned them to the mattress above your head.
"Keep them there, 'Mega," Kagami growled, your thighs clamping hard around his own at the sound. You let out a purr of obedience but Kagami squeezed your wrists one last time to make sure you got the message. Hands now free, Kagami ran them down the sides of your body before grabbing your pants and ripping them off. Your yip went unanswered as Kagami's hands grabbed your butt and pulled you up so he could feast on your pussy.
"Alphaaa," you moaned, grabbing the sheet to stop your hands from moving to your mate's head. Kagami licked one broad stripe up your vagina. He pressed a kiss against your clit hood, tongue dipping down to draw figures of eight on your clit. You couldn't help but press your hips further into his face, Kagami's hands squeezing your cheeks in encouragement. Moans poured out of the male's mouth as he sloppily ate you out. Your Alpha had made it clear early on that going down on you was almost as pleasurable to him as it was to you and would take an opportunity to pleasure you orally. Once the Alpha was sure that there would be a handprint on your left buttcheek, he moved his hand closer to your core. A finger slid through your folds, testing how wet you were. Even if you weren't in heat, under his tongue you would have still been soaked.
The pleasure that came from one of Kagami's fingers was enough for you to reach down and clench your fist into his hair. The Alpha chuckled at your impatience but didn't reprimand you for not listening to him. A second finger slipped in with the first one, curling in a come hither motion to rub against your g-spot. The added stimulation paired with the constant circling of his tongue on your clit was enough to send you over the edge. Your thighs clamped around his head, your legs trembling as your finish coursed through your entire body.
"Come back to me yet?" Kagami asked, popping his head up from where your thighs met. You could only hum in lieu of a reply; whilst it had taken the edge off of your heat, it had also taken some of your energy away. Your Alpha didn't wait for a reply, pressing kisses along your neck and clavicle, sucking areas of skin to add to the marks he had already created. When you felt ready you raked your fingernails down his broad back, the male bucking into your body at the pleasurable pain. Placing one last bite at the swell of your breast, Kagami pushed himself onto his hands and knees, freeing up one of his hands to gently guide you to Present. Your purr was loud once you were on your hands and knees under him, the Alpha behind you letting out his own chuff at how protected you felt under his large frame.
Feeling your heat's pull once more, you wiggled your butt at your Alpha to get him to move along. You were met with a spank that had your back arching.
"Patience," Kagami growled, eying how your cheek jiggled from the action. A part of him wanted to continue hitting you just to see the delectable sight but he could sense how your heat was beginning to become unbearable again. Grabbing the base of his dick, Kagami hissed at how sensitive he was. Unable to resist, the male pumped his shaft a few times but had to stop in fear of coming and knotting his hand. Shuffling closer to you so the backs of your thighs brushed against the front of his, he slowly pushed into your heat. Once fully in, Kagami had to stop and grab a hold of your hips, squeezing the flesh to prevent himself from coming. The feeling of your warm walls squeezing his cock was overwhelming.
"Alphaaaa," you whined, deepening the arch of your back. The Omega deep within you wanted to be knotted and bad. Kagami got the message though, pulling his hips back until only the tip was in and thrusting back in. The Alpha immediately set a brutal pace, hips slapping against yours as he drilled into you. Your eyes rolled back into your skull as you drowned in feeling so full. Kagami's cock was thick enough to give you a slight burn whenever he was fucking you, yet was still long enough to reach the deepest parts of your body.
Unable to keep you up, your arms collapsed and brought your chest to lie on the sheets of your nest. The new angle had Kagami's dick rubbing your g-spot, sending you even higher.
"Alphaaa... please, give it to mee... give me your knot," you begged under your breath, not even coherent enough to understand what you were babbling about.
"Don't worry, 'Mega, your Alpha's here. I'll give you what you want." Kagami pressed his chest to your back, circling one arm around your waist to rub your clit. Even though you had already orgasmed a few minutes beforehand, your heat had burnt its way through you again that you were teetering over the edge of the precipe; the stimulation just aided in bringing you closer to another climax. Kagami continued circling your nub, shudders raging through your entire body.
"Gonna... cum- fuck. You feel so so good. Good little 'Mega. Gonna f-fill you up and knot you. Want that, don't you? 'Mega wants my knot," Kagami panted into your ear, your pheromones intoxicating him to the point he didn't know what he was saying or what language he was speaking in. The feeling of his knot expanding and catching on your rim every time Kagami pulled back had your eyes squeezing shut. What pushed you over the edge was the sensation of Kagami biting at the junction of your neck. The tiny pricks of pain mixed with the immense pleasure Kagami was giving you had you throwing your head back and screaming as you came around his dick. The Alpha grunted as your walls squeezed around him, thrusting twice more before his hips stuttered to a stop and he released inside you, his knot tying you two together.
"Fuuuuuck," you moaned, stretching out to get more comfortable since Kagami's knot lasted at least thirty minutes. A hiss left your lips as the movement caused Kagami's dick to brush against your oversensitive walls. Kagami followed your body down, littering kisses along your shoulder blade.
"Feeling better?" Kagami asked, tracing circles into the skin of your stomach.
"Yeah, for now anyway," you replied, one arm reaching out to grab the undershirt that he hadn't thrown too far away from your nest. Too tired to shuffle into a position where you could get the shirt on, you buried your face into the material, a chirp rolling out of your lips as your inner Omega let her delight at being so close to her mate's scent known. Kagami pressed his chest to your back as you pillowed his shirt under your head and closed your eyes for a well deserved short nap with your mate.
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