Summary: Dealing with alphas in their ruts was always scary, even if your body could handle it. Handling an Apex in a rut? You were sure you’d end up being torn in two and wanted to turn it down, but the alpha in question specifically requested you.. and he’s an old friend.
Warnings: female genitalia, sex work [escorting], childhood friends to lovers (basically), dubcon, creampie, rut cycle, collar and leash, f. oral receiving, threats of non-consensual bonding?, squirting, overstimulation, drugs [anti-sleeping], implied somnophilia, possessiveness, knotting
Brothels are popular to the singles looking to mingle for a night, hoping to spend it with a sweet Omega and go home satisfied. Others request an escort from businesses that offer them, having an Omega spend time with them at a love hotel. Whenever an Alpha comes around, looking for someone to spend his rut with, it means businesses get lots of money for sparing one worker to a week of steamy sessions. On the other hand, escorts will go to their house or elsewhere to spend the length of their cycle, making them quite popular but expensive.
Escorting is a bit riskier, since there’s the option to go to the Alpha’s house, but thorough background checks are conducted and almost all escorts prefer it compared to being stuck in a brothel. Since escorts are meant to spend time with their customers, many are personally requested and will even spend a day or two before the week begins. When you ended up receiving a notice you had been requested, you hadn’t expected much, just another week of dealing with a rutting Alpha. The details of it were much different, however.
“I-I can’t do that! Apexes are dangerous and much bigger than regular Alphas, I’ve never dealt with one,” you decline the offer, your boss putting her head in her hands.
“I know he’s a bit of an oddball, but he specifically requested you. He also said you two had history, if that changes anything,” she pulled out a file, his background information, and let you see it. The picture was enough to make your mouth drop. “I’ll take that as a confirmation to that,”
“He was an old high school friend, but I never knew..” you trailed off, eyes taking on a tint of sadness. Shaking your thoughts away, you look at her again. “I still cannot take this. It’s too much. Apexes ruts are much longer than average, that’s a lot of money. Did he know that?”
“He did,” she then pulls out a check. Looking at it makes your heart drop and skip a beat at the same time. “He paid extra when I told him you didn’t do Apexes and referred him to someone else. He only wants you, perhaps old feelings to mend?”
“Don’t say that. We weren’t that close,” you huff, but don’t say anything else. Even if you want to mend things up, catch up on old times, he’s probably just wanting a familiar face during his rut. Probably his first rut without someone there to help. That thought makes you sit down, hands covering your face as you think. You would need to properly prepare at his house, which means you’d be able to talk beforehand. Not only that, you’d have complete control of the situation, with your heat far away and unable to be jumpstarted. She doesn’t say anything else, letting you think on it. Eventually, you do come to a decision. “Fine. I’ll take it.”
A decision you’re beginning to regret.
Bokuto is, or was, the nicest Alpha you ever met. Even with you being younger than him, he never tried to establish dominance which so many others did. Sure, Alphas and Omegas were hardly on friendly terms but it wasn’t completely weird. It didn’t help you did develop a crush on him, only to be crushed when he graduated and pretty much left you behind completely. Him remembering you came as a shock, but it was more surprising that he wanted to spend his rut with you. You’ve changed, leaving behind those feelings, but his appearance has you wondering if he’s changed, too.
Despite the nerves in your stomach, you go ahead and knock on his door, double checking to see if it’s the right house. Of course it is, as you hear heavy footsteps running to the door. Bokuto’s as big as ever, easily covering your view into his house as he stands there. “Hey, long time no see!”
“Hello, Bokuto-san. It’s been a long while, hasn’t it?” You smile, walking into his house. He shuts the door while you scan the room. Large and definitely belonging to someone with money, you find yourself nervous all over again. “I expected a crazier house, actually,”
He laughs at that, scratching his neck. “Well it was a bit messy, but the place mentioned cleanliness so I got Kuroo to help me clean it. Oh!” He claps his hand, running off somewhere. You stand there, bewildered, until he comes back with a piece of paper. “They also mentioned requests? To help?”
“Oh, yeah! Things to help you that I can do, like wearing your clothes or cologne, even making some kind of snacks, but I’m not good at that so my talents are limited,” you shrug, giving an awkward smile. He nods, but smiles right back. “And possible behaviors during your rut will also help, but it’s not a big deal if you don’t know,”
“I do have that! I’m pretty aware during my rut since I have to still take care of myself, so I generally know what’s going on,” he says, scratching his cheek. He seems just as nervous as you, making you feel a bit better.
“Okay, well,” you clap your own hands, then gesture to the couch. “Let’s sit down and talk for a few. After all, im here early to prepare.” With you both sitting on the couch, he goes over his list while you help him and discuss anything that he questions or worries you.
The next day is supposed to be the day of his rut, so you make sure to borrow some of his shirts. You can’t help but feel like his actual mate, adorning the large shirt that has his number on it. With a few scattered shirts around the guest bed, you can only sleep and wait for tomorrow, a box of necessities for the next week beside you.
You’re woken up by the feeling of warmth, almost leaning into the heat until you feel hands on your thighs. Despite having this happen before, you still momentarily panic and that brings Bokuto’s nose to your neck, rubbing against the skin as he moves his hands to your waist. His shirt is moved off of you, showing the panties you’re wearing, which are quickly disposed of. Completely awake, you turn towards him, making him get up as he keeps his nose buried in your neck. With him so close, it’s hard to ignore the overpowering cedar scent that permeates your senses. It’s enough to make your vision blurry as arousal pooling in your gut, not only his scent but also the obvious boner he’s rutting against you.
He seems like he’s holding back, but he’s just properly scenting you. With his hands trailing over you, spreading your legs while he rubs his cock against your quickly slicking folds, his nose rubbing against you, it’s only natural to conclude that’s what he’s doing. In return, you wrap your arms around his neck and rub your fingers into his neck, calming him with your touch. It’s enough to sate his scenting tendencies, his head moving down as your hands hang in the air, waiting for his next move.
His next move is between your legs, pressing wet kisses down your stomach until he’s there, golden eyes flickering to yours for a second. With you watching, he makes sure to get comfortable as he presses his lips to your pussy. Although you’re wet enough for him to start if he wanted to, you appreciate the pleasure you’re receiving just by his lips, them pressing to your sensitive clit, and his tongue, dipping into your cunt. His hands are big as they press into your flesh, keeping your legs apart for him as he uses his mouth to completely devour you.
His tongue easily manages to bring you to an orgasm alone, his lips wrapping around your pussy to drink up any juices that spill out. Your fingers thread through his hair, tugging on the strands as he groans, burying his face in even deeper as he focuses on your clit, tongue swirling around it. One hand trails from your thigh, two fingers slipping into your cunt until he’s easily adding a third, getting you to gush around just those three while he continues to suck on your clit. With his hand drenched and the sheets soaked from you alone, he brings his lips up over your pussy, licking and sucking on the skin he finds.
You keep his shirt on, holding the hem up as you watch him slowly ascend up your body, a gaze that demands you to not break eye contact. When he makes it up to your neck again, he licks against your scent glands as you shiver, nails digging into his biceps. His cock is once more pressed to your folds, the underside rubbing between them and getting soaked while he wraps his arms around you. While he’s content with that, soft whines and growls coming from him to assure that, your hand leaves his arm to rummage in the box nearby. It’s hard to find it blind, but your fingers finally brush against leather, gripping it as you pull it out.
As a precaution, you will attach a leash to his collar as away of having control. A sharp tug should be enough to get him to falter or stop in whatever he’s doing, so you don’t worry with trying to get anything else. Bokuto, although he’s pretty deep in his rut, should have enough sense to snap from it. Instincts or not, Alphas tend to stop when their mate, or temporary partner in this case, show displeasure. It’s hard to move his collar around, showing the metal hook to attach the leash, with him constantly rubbing himself against you, but you manage to hook it up and wrap the handle in your fist, giving an experimental tug.
As expected, he whines, moving from your neck as he looks at you with lidded eyes, hips still rubbing his cock against you. You expected an Apex to be much more.. rough and territorial, but he’s definitely better than most Alphas you’ve slept with. When you smile at him, he seems to calm down at that, pressing his lips to yours for a brief moment. Uncommon, but not completely out of bounds. When he breaks it, he moves back and begins to get rough.
It’s like a rope snapped, letting him loose. Easily moving you until you’re on all fours, he manages to not tangle you with the leash. In position, he mounts you as glides his cock inside, keeping his weight pressed on your upper half so only your ass is in the air. He’s much bigger than expected, so you have to pull on the leash so he doesn’t go all the way in, worried of the pain. Even though he doesn’t stop, he manages to slow down until your head is completely pressed into the pillow. With your grip slack, he pushes all the way in as your legs shake, toes curling. Feeling him completely spread you open and bottom out inside you has your eyes rolling as you feel a burning heat in your stomach, hand gripping the bedsheets.
He wastes no time in letting you settle in the accomplishment, immediately caging you to the mattress as his hips slam against yours ass, heavy pants and moans leaving his lips that overpower your meek moans. Each slap of his hips has more slick gushing from you, completely drenching his cock and knot as they push against you. More drags of his cock in and out of you has your head feeling fuzzy, mind falling into a state of pleasure as you gush once more, legs tightening up as the orgasm washes over you. A scream comes from you as he lifts one of your legs, temporarily switching positions to somehow reach even deeper inside of you while you grip the leash, overstimulation settling in fast. Your poor cunt is sore just from a few thrusts, rubbed raw from his cock moving against the sensitive walls.
Bokuto, however, only moves you back onto your back, putting you into a proper mating position as he grunts when you tug. Eyes widening, you panic as he doesn’t seem to be bothered by it in the slightest, in fact only going to drill into you harder with each desperate tug. Fully gone, all you can do is suffer from stimulation as he presses your legs close to your chest, head over yours as you breathe in his musky scent, sending pleasure through your veins as your toes curl and cunt squeezes down on him. With another orgasm ripped from you, all you can do is squeal and scream as he continues to slam down into you, waiting for his own release.
When he brings his head back down to yours, keeping you caged with his arms as yours press against the wall above you, you know he’s coming close. Each huff and pant next to your ear is mixed with murmurs of possessiveness and dirty words that have stars popping behind your vision. Another pump of his cock and a harsh slam of his hips has his knot popping into you, eyes crossing as your back arches as much as it can, creaming around his as fluids gush against his skin. Tears stream down your face as you grit your teeth, feeling his hot cum completely fill you up to the point your stomach bulges at the fill.
Generally, when Alphas knot, they come down from their high temporarily. Instead of doing that, Bokuto continues to rub into you as much as he can painlessly, his tongue licking the sweat from your skin as you grip the leash. He may not have listened to your tugging for slowing down or stopping, but now you’re worried he might try to bond with you. Each graze of his teeth has you high on adrenaline, but your exhaustion is coming quick and you’re worried you can’t be completely conscious for the next round.
Oh well, you think, reaching into the box to pull out some energy medicine. It should help, but you don’t know for how long until you’re needing more.
Summary: Moving to a new house on the edge of the city seems like a great idea, especially when your neighbor is more than willing to help out. Even if he’s a bit older than you, he’s still quite attractive. You soon find you’re not the only one with feelings like that.
Warnings: female genitalia, kitchen sex, Bokuto in sweatpants, bit of foreplay (fingering but not really), the kitchen is clean, creampie, bit of biting, some crying
A new job, a new home, a new start of life was the plan. With a working from home job, you decided to move somewhere out of the city and away from crazy neighbors. One instance of a screaming match gave you all the reasons you needed to find somewhere new. The house? A nice cozy home on the outskirts of Osaka. It still had a few neighbors around, but they were mostly older folks who came for the lack of city life, or those who lived with family.
The house itself was far from your original apartment in Tokyo, so hiring some people to move your stuff was way out of your price range, especially with you only having a desk to be moved into your new home. So, renting a large car and moving in yourself was the plan. Even without someone helping, you figured you could definitely get everything inside. That was, until you ended up almost dropping the desk, cursing as you slammed your fingers against the car. After waving some old women off, apologizing for cursing, you heard someone call for you.
“Hey! Do you need some help?” They called out, getting you to turn around and see an older man with silver and black hair, with a bit of sweat staining his shirt. “I was in my yard when I heard you, sounded like you needed help?”
“Ah, yeah— well, no. Sorry for disturbing you I didn’t think it’d be hard to move my desk into the house,” you bow, then put your hands together. “If it’s not too much to ask, could you help me get the desk inside? I’ll even pay you back, if you want!”
The man just laughed, shaking his head. “No need to pay me back, I offered after all. Just tell me where to go,” he patted your head, while you looked to see him pick up the whole box of your desk. Effortlessly, of course, which made you feel weak in comparison. When he turned back around, standing and smiling, you finally got your brain to catch up with your body and started walking to the house.
“Just.. set it down in here. I gotta figure out where it goes, anyways, and it does need to be put back together,” you mention, stopping in the front room. He grunted a bit when he set it down, but then he slid it against the wall. “Uh, thank you, again, for this,”
“You’re welcome. By the way, name’s Bokuto Kōtarō. I actually live in the house beside you. I was wondering who bought this house, since it’s been for sale for so long,”
“Nice to meet you, Bokuto,” you say, then introduce yourself. “I decided to work from home, so I moved out of the hectic city. Tokyo’s not as much fun when you don’t have to leave your apartment,”
“Tokyo? A long way from home, aren’t you? Well, if you need any help, you can always ask me. I don’t do much except yard work, really. Sometimes my kids come over, but that’s usually on holidays,”
“K-Kids?” You stutter, then try to compose yourself. Of course an attractive man would have kids. Duh. “I forgot people had kids, I’ve so focused with work, sorry if that sounded weird, but yeah! I’ll keep that in mind if I need help, which I might,” you chuckle, then sigh. “Uh, if you want, I could make you dinner? For helping me, of course,”
“No, that’s fine, I was just being a nice neighbor, that’s all,”
“Then can I ask another favor? Let me cook for you so I don’t feel guilty,” you offer, smiling when he rolls his eyes, but a grin plastered on his face.
“Won’t take no for an answer? If you insist, I’ll let you cook for me. I’ll also help you finish unloading and unpacking, if you want,”
After he helped you do just that, Bokuto also worked on putting your desk back together for you, as well as ordering things you’d need for the house. He made sure to check on you periodically as well, checking to see if you needed help or wanted some fresh vegetables, since he had a garden he was working on. Through these exchanges, you end up learning more about the attractive neighbor. Not only does he live alone, seeing as his wife divorced him years ago, he rarely sees his kids since they have lives of their own. Feeling bad, you offered to make his life a bit brighter by making him food, especially sweets, whenever you could.
One day, after baking a batch of strawberry cookies, you decide to drop in to Bokuto’s house to see if he wanted any. The neighborhood was relatively safe, so Bokuto tended to leave his door unlocked during the day in case you needed anything. If it had been locked, you knew where the spare key was, but he left it unlocked for today. Walking into the house, you couldn’t get over how different it was from yours, filled with trinkets he’s collected over the years and the family portraits on the wall.
After closing the door, you call out to him while you head for the kitchen. Hearing nothing, you worry that perhaps he is asleep or out of the house, but then you hear some footsteps deeper in the house. Looking up from the plate of cookies, your eyes immediately are drawn to Bokuto’s bare chest, a towel around his shoulders as he rubs his damp hair. “Oh! I—”
“I didn’t expect you over here so early. Usually you have work, don’t you?” He says, not bothered by your presence. After all, you’re always invited over to his house no matter the reason. You do feel bad for walking into his house when he’s busy, especially if he’s taking a shower.
“Yes, well, I, uh,” you stutter, trying to find what to say. “I made cookies so I thought that you would like some. Strawberry cookies,” you end up saying, nodding as you try to focus on his face and not his chest. It doesn’t help you can also see his happy trail, sweatpants loose on his hips. Any lower is blocked by the kitchen island, thankfully, but you don’t allow an obvious stare at anything.
“Oh, really? I’ve never had some before!” And like that, he’s moving beside you to try some freshly baked cookies. Continuously keeping your eyes trained on the cookie he takes from the batch and popping it in his mouth, you attempt a smile as you await his praise. “Mm! This is good!” He manages around a mouthful of food. With them warm from the oven, he takes another as he moans, enjoying the taste. Finding it to be a bit much, you decide maybe it’s best to leave. “Y’know, you’re gonna make someone very happy with your cooking skills,”
“Well, I doubt that. Most people my age look for hookups and I don’t get much of a chance to cook for them. Thank you, though,” you say, then lightly clap your hands together. “That’s all I wanted—”
“A damn shame. I’d definitely stick around for some home cooking,” he continues to say, smiling as he eats another cookie. You can’t stop yourself from getting bashful, your words stuttering as you clear your throat, looking at the cookies as you get your mind on the right track. He just keeps smiling and staring at you, watching your reactions.
“Well, I suppose, um, younger people don’t rely on it much, I suppose,” you try to fix your brain, slowing down your words. “I’ve been on dates where it’s eating out and takeout, but, like I said, thank you for, uh, enjoying my- my food and w-well,” your brain kind of sputters out, eyes blinking as you try to think of something to say. Bokuto doesn’t seem to mind, bringing a hand to your chin as he forces you to look up at him.
“You deserve so much better, you know that?” He simply says, but the way he says it and the way he looks at you tells you to either leave or shoot your shot. Rocking on your legs, you rub your thighs together as your hand covers his, taking it off of you.
“I don’t know if I do, but thank you. I should probably go, though,” you whisper, feeling your heartbeat speed up as you encourage yourself to leave. Of course that doesn’t work, seeing as he just brings himself closer, hand clasping yours as his other hand rests against the back of your neck, pulling you in closer. The simple movement has your movements freezing, knowing what’s coming but not wanting to jump to conclusions. When his lips finally mesh against yours, you can only let yourself fall closer to him, wanting more as he tilts your head back. It’s short, but it doesn’t stop there.
He only breaks the kiss to look down at you through lidded eyes, your face showing no hint of disgust or being repelled, so he dives in again and pushes you back as he does. The small force from him pushing against you has your hand leaving his, grasping the edge of the island to ground yourself. Using that to his advantage, he goes to push you against the island, hands leaving your neck as they place themselves on either side of you. Another break of the kiss, but he doesn’t move too far away from you.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long, you have no idea,” he mumbles, lips close enough to yours you can feel them moving. You want to push against him, you want more from him, but you wait for him to say more. “If you’ll let me—”
“Please, just do it,” you practically beg, pressing yourself against him once again. This time, his hands leave the counter, rubbing against your sides as he slips a few fingers into the waistband of your pants. The extra space gives the pants easy access to slip down around your ankles, Bokuto’s hand diving between your legs as he feels against you, two fingers rubbing against your panties and feeling your wetness. Moaning into the kiss, you push on his chest to break the kiss, but he just attaches his lips to your neck. “Don’t— Don’t tease me,” you whine, leaning against the island as your legs feel weak.
“It’s okay, baby, I got you,” he mumbles against your skin, fingers pulling your panties away from your pussy and letting them drop the rest of the way, joining the pants as he keeps rubbing his fingers against you. Swirling them around your clit, teasing your clenching hole, he makes sure to touch every inch as his lips pepper against your neck and collarbone, your own hands digging into his shoulders. He plays with you so much, fingers pinching and rubbing your clit, you let out a strangled moan as your legs weaken completely, but he’s there to catch you.
Just like he said, he has you. Keeping you up with one hand, he digs his fingers in the flesh of your ass while he flicks your little bud, keeping you twitching against him. It isn’t until you release a wanton moan, teeth digging into his shoulder as he feels drool and tears hit his skin does he grant you mercy. Completely soaked, his fingers pull away and rub the excess against your thigh, hiking your waist higher as he gets himself out. Unable to see anything, you can only feel him as he rubs the head of his cock against your pussy, between your folds, rubbing your juices all over your ass and his cock.
“You gonna take all of me? Hm, are you?” He whispers in your ear, a grin on his face as he presses a kiss under your ear as he pops his cock into your hole. You can confidently say he’s bigger than you expected, velvety walls gushing around him as he enters that makes him groan right in your ear. He doesn’t need to wait for you to adjust, walls eagerly accepting the intrusion as he bottoms out inside you, your juices soaking his hair and balls, staining his pants. You’re holding onto his shoulders, nails digging into his back as he begins thrusting up into you, legs clenching tight around his waist.
A couple of bounces and Bokuto’s changing the position, keeping you bouncing as he adjusts. Hooking his arms under your knees, he holds you up and moves your body to his pleasure while you scramble to hold on with each thrust. Slapping of skin echoes in the kitchen, your mewls and his moans mixing in with the lewd noises. Each bounce has your cunt drooling around his cock, drenching his balls that slap against your ass and sticking his hair to his skin, short hairs rubbing against you. A particularly hard thrust has you arching, nails breaking skin as your cunt clenches, creaming around his cock.
“Such a good pussy, so eager,” he practically growls, keeping one hand on your ass as his other hand pushes you against him once more, keeping up the pace as he helps you ride out an orgasm. He keeps slapping his hips against yours as you continue to whine and beg, gibberish leaving your lips as your mind is muddled with pleasure. Each thrust brings him closer to his own end, but then you’re dropping and being gently laid against the cold floor of the kitchen. “Fuck,” is all he mutters, using the different position to drill his hips into yours as you try to keep your legs spread. With the overstimulation setting in, you’re unable to but Bokuto is quick to hold them open, pinning them down as he shows no mercy on your poor pussy. It only takes a few brutal thrusts for him to wrap his arms around you, hips stuttering as his groans turn to whines.
“Where— where-” is all he can get out, teeth grit. Your hands keep him pressed close against you, moving your heels to press into his lower back as he can’t hold back, spilling his load into your sensitive walls as he moans. With one arm wrapped around your neck, he keeps you pressed against his sweaty and sticky skin as he pumps you full, rutting against your sensitive clit as your walls continue to gush around him.
As he comes down from his orgasm, you run your nails lightly over the muscles on his back, along each dip, until you’re threading your fingers through his hair, pulling him off your shoulder to kiss him. He’s eager to return it, adjusting his position that has you both moaning into the kiss, legs tightening around him once more.
Another request I accidentally deleted (though I don’t remember doing so but I take responsibility) but the main focus was overstimulation on Kenma so if it isn’t what the requester wanted, I apologize!
Warnings: alcohol mention, overstimulation, foursome, anal, nipple play, handjob(s), orgasm denial, dacryphilia, cum play, fingers in mouth, spit, lube, not much talking
Bokuto and Kuroo were always a duo you loved and hated in a way. Together they were the life of the party and would often be the last ones standing, if not solely because Bokuto kept Kuroo from falling asleep or passing out after a few drinks. Loved, for those reasons, but hated because they often forgot filters around each other and perhaps others wouldn’t want to hear what’s going on or that their partners small secrets would slip by unnoticed. For the most part, Akaashi and Kenma were aware of these and didn’t need to bother with worrying too much, but sometimes some bedtime secrets would be loosed from lips without their knowledge.
“A few tweaks to his nipples and he’s practically putty in my hand,” Kuroo smirks, giving a lidded gaze full of pride towards Bokuto. “Akaashi can’t beat that,”
“Of course he can! All I takes is knowledge of where to poke and stroke, if you get what I mean,” Bokuto winks, but Kuroo isn’t buying it.
“I meant outside, not inside. Obviously that’ll get him sensitive. Can you get Akaashi to cry before even putting your hands on his lower area?”
“I mean.. I haven’t tried. I usually go in for the thighs first, so I’m already down there. Sometimes he’s ticklish, so I have to be careful, though,”
“Him? Ticklish? I can’t see it,” Kuroo shakes his head, leaning back against his chair while sipping on his coffee. Bokuto, with his hand on his chest and a horrified expression on his face, straightens his back.
“His laugh is wonderful and it’s only in certain areas, but he’s one of the most sensitive when it comes to tickling. In fact, I’ll even prove it when he gets back,” he practically inaudible ‘hmph’a when he finishes his sentence, but the conversation switches to other things in no time at all.
Akaashi and Kenma leave them two to talk while they go and do their own things, but never leave them alone for long. Soon after they’ve switched topics, both of their boyfriends come back with bags of new books, as well as the newest gaming console Kenma wanted. Bokuto had forgotten about his mentions of ticklish Akaashi, and soon enough Kuroo and Kenma were leaving and heading back to Kenma’s place.
Kuroo may have forgotten about it and Bokuto may have forgotten about tickling, but one thing he couldn’t forget was Kuroo mentioning how sensitive Kenma was. He wanted to see Akaashi get overly sensitive just from his nipples, just a few fleeting touches that have him crying out for more. Yet, he knew Akaashi better than that and knew his nipples weren’t as sensitive as Kenma’s supposedly were. Even more than that, he knew Akaashi would be suspicious if he tried to tease an area he had previously never paid much attention to.
In fact, it wasn’t long until Bokuto called Kuroo and asked for tips on stimulating Akaashi without getting to the main course. He had faith in his abilities to render Akaashi a tear-filled mess within seconds, but he refused to have not beaten Kuroo in something as simple as this. Kuroo, however, could only grin in pride as he told Bokuto there wasn’t a way for him to beat him if Akaashi wasn’t as sensitive. “It just isn’t in your cards, the deck is different and the game is similar but not the same,”
“Then I just need to prove myself with Kenma’s body, right?” Bokuto said, not putting too much thought into it. Kuroo was stunned, but not for long before an idea was planted in his head. “Though I guess—”
“That’s a great idea. I’ll show you how it’s done and we can get him into a puddle within seconds. You can even bring Akaashi, so he can see what it’s like for Kenma,” Kuroo interrupted, making Bokuto freeze as his words registered.
“Okay!”
Kenma’s shy about his body being on display, but he can’t deny he somewhat enjoys the attention he receives from his three friends. With Bokuto’s intense gaze while he makes sure to please Akaashi with his hands, Kenma can only really focus on the way Kuroo’s cold fingers flick his nipples, his spit coating them to add to the coldness. Kuroo’s hands are completely absorbed in tending to Kenma’s nipples, his cock is throbbing with pleasure without even being touched. It doesn’t help he can see how Akaashi’s falling apart with flushed cheeks and small tears just from Bokuto’s hand alone, that and his determination to not let Akaashi finish until Kenma does.
A pinch to his sensitive nipples spells the end for Kenma’s resistance, his teeth clenched as drool spills from his lips and his body jerks as his cum splatters against the bed, oozing into the creases. Almost immediately after his post-orgasmic gaze has cleared, he hears a strangled cry from Akaashi as his body twitches on Bokuto’s, head thrown back as Bokuto’s hand is coated with sticky cum. Some of it drips onto the floor, but most of it goes into Akaashi’s mouth as Bokuto presses his fingers to his lips, mouth opening mindlessly to lick and suck on the digits.
With the tutorial over, Kuroo and Bokuto switch spots so Bokuto’s behind Kenma, with Kuroo bringing Akaashi to the bed and sitting behind him. Now it’s time for Kenma and Akaashi to see how well their friends can please them, how they please and tease best. With Kuroo behind Akaashi, he uses the same method on a slightly overstimulated Akaashi, rubbing cold fingers against perky nipples that have Akaashi sighing in pleasure. Bokuto makes sure to prep Kenma, coating his fingers in lube as he pushes them in to spread him out.
Pushing two thick fingers in has him practically melting into Bokuto’s arms, his cock twitching as more cum gushes out, splattering against Akaashi’s thighs. Akaashi’s cock is hard, but it only throbs and bobs, waiting for attention. Kenma is only still in the beginning of getting prepped for Bokuto’s hard cock, yet he can’t even keep his head up long enough to see Kuroo and Akaashi, too busy drowning in so much pleasure all at once. He does raise his enough when he hears Akaashi gasp, and feels a presence in his lap near his cock.
With lube coating Bokuto’s cock, the bottle is passed to Kuroo who coats his own cock and preps Akaashi for entry. Akaashi, who is currently using his tongue and limited consciousness to lap at Kenma’s cock, fingers digging into his thighs as Bokuto enters him. The stretch is more than he expected, a strangled meal erupting from him as Bokuto enters him in one fell swoop, completely splitting him and hurling him into another orgasm. Without warning, his cum coats Akaashi’s face, who managed to close his eyes in time, and his hand.
When Kuroo pushes into Akaashi, his eyes roll back as he hangs his mouth open in an ‘o’, letting spit and drool drip onto Kenma’s lower regions that quickly have his cock springing back to life, his cock red from stimulation as tears stream down his face. Giving a couple of thrusts to Akaashi, Kuroo uses his hand to keep Akaashi’s head down so he can suck off Kenma while Bokuto fucks him. Akaashi does so, swirling his tongue over Kenma’s sensitive tip before taking all of his cock in his mouth and bobbing to Kuroo’s thrusts.
Bokuto also begins thrusting, using his arms to move Kenma in rhythm to Akaashi’s sucking, attaching his lips to Kenma’s throat as he makes marks blossom on the skin. Big and red, Bokuto makes sure to nip his skin with teeth that has Kenma crying out each time as his own hands find their way to his nipples, teasing and playing with them as stimulations come from every direction. Bokuto hasn’t even barely begun and he’s already overly sensitive, his body flushed.
By the time Bokuto’s thrusts stutter and he just leans back as he watches Kuroo fuck Akaashi, who is still sucking Kenma off, Kenma has almost passed out from the stimulation. Finally, Kuroo pauses in his thrusts, moving his hand to Akaashi’s sensitive cock that finally has him finishing, bringing Kuroo to his orgasm as well. Watching as they come undone together, Kenma can’t help but clench around Bokuto, desperate for his release. Merciful as he is, Bokuto give another couple of thrusts that hit Kenma’s sweet spot before he’s painting his walls white, filling him up until it’s overflowing and Kenma’s orgasm is hard hitting, but little comes out due to his previous ones.
Satisfied and full, Kenma all but passes out on Bokuto’s lap, his hands going towards his nipples and his sensitive cock. Pressing his lips to Kenma’s neck, Bokuto glances at Kuroo who is lovingly rubbing his hands over Akaashi, soothing him. They both look towards Bokuto, while all three share a smile.
Request: Msby Bokuto with infinity supply of energy doesn't realize he's overstimulating y/n. He just likes his s/o looking all fucked out, tears streaming down their face.
You knew he couldn’t hold back, but you also knew he didn’t know how far he could push you in such a short amount of time.
It felt as if only moments ago he had come home, still sweaty and bouncing on his feet as he wrapped you in his arms, ignoring your scolding remarks of him hugging you while he’s wet. His sweat practically had his Black Jackals jersey clinging to his skin, the musty scent seeping into your nose. It was disgusting and you wanted him to be clean before cuddles, but he quickly discarded his shirt, letting your mind wander as your eyes raked over his chest, muscles clenching and flexing as he took it off. You were snapped out of it once the sweaty material was in your face, leaving your boyfriend standing shirtless as he grinned.
“Wear it for me, why don’t’cha?”
The musty smell had probably soaked into the fabric for so long it would never come out, but the material also had to soaked up your drool as you bit down on it. Constant battering of Bokuto’s hips against yours had you seeing stars, holding onto the material with your hands and your mouth, inhaling every scent around you as you tried to not lose consciousness. Even tears had begun to seep into the fabric, but Bokuto just continued to push his thick cock into your tiny hole, pushing you further into overstimulation. You knew he always got you twitching before he was done with you, making sure that there would be copious amounts of cum spilling from your abused cunt.
“You feel so good,” he grunts, hips continuing to snap up to meet yours. His ball were heavy and would smack against your hardened clit, making your meals that much sweeter to his ears. “So nice and tight,” he continues, his hands running up your sides and going up under his shirt, kneading your breasts. “Looking so fuckin’ pretty in my jersey. It’s like I won twice,” he mumbles, lips pressed to your nape as he pinches and tweaks your nipples, your automatic reaction being to twitch as he does. Within a minute of your last orgasm, you’re creaming all over his cock again, milky fluid dripping down from your cunt when he pulls out and plopping on the mattress, the sound barely noticeable under his grunts and your mewls of pleasure.
More tears bead out of your eyes as your vision gets blurry, you stomach twisting and turning as he’s relentless in his thrusts. “Bo— I— it’s—“ you try to get out, more tears streaming down your cheeks as words fail you. Bokuto wipes away the tears as best as he can, even wiping away the bit of snot bubbling from your nose.
“Shh, it’s okay, I gotcha. It’s okay, come on, it’s okay to cry,” he coos, as if he isn’t battering your insides. With his gentle affirmation, you’re once more clenching his jersey as you press your nose into the neckline, inhaling his scent as you feel a gush of liquid shoot out of you, some droplets dripping between your legs while you cover Bokuto’s balls in your juices. He groans as he feels it, balls continuing to slam into you as he comes up on his next release. You scream as you continue to squirt, even as he grunts once more before stilling, a hefty amount of cum filling you once more as some pushes out from where you two are connected.
You think you’re done, but Bokuto loves to see how messy he can make you. Plus, you’re not twitching quite yet. With a whine as he pumps his cock in your pussy again, you accept your fate.
Request: Bokuto liked to fuck you in the locker room with everyone watching and jerking off to your sounds.
Tasteful
Warnings: school setting, dubcon (you don’t know the guys are there), exhibitionism/voyeurism, wall sex (Bokuto holds you up for a majority of it), creampie, yandere-ish??, kinda manipulative Bokuto, implied squirting
Bokuto + Locker room
After a match, one of Bokuto’s favorite things was to spend his excess energy. It didn’t matter if it was a practice match or a real match — every match he did was important and used his full focus. The thrill of winning was much greater if it was an official match, but the dejected looks on his opponents faces always swelled his body with adrenaline. Even if they weren’t great, they had room to improve and would show to be a greater challenge next time. Just another obstacle to overcome.
You were often the helping hand in spending in excess energy. Tending to him after everyone left, nobody in the large locker room to hear your moans bouncing of the walls or your screams as Bokuto fucked every last bit of his energy out on you. Even now, grabby hands slipping in the waistband of your panties as he’s too impatient to bother taking off your skirt. The other guys hadn’t all left yet, you can tell from the filled lockers you passed on the way to the showers. The water wasn’t running this time, it was just room for privacy as Bokuto was utterly impatient today. “Bo- we can’t. Not yet, the guys—“
“They left,” he mumbles, lips brushing against your ear that has you shuddering. “I heard ‘em. All gone. You’re all mine,” he mumbles again, teeth taking your earlobe between them as he rubs his hard on between your legs, brushing against wet panties.
“Hah— I’m not too sure. Can you- can you check? Pl-plea— oh!” You’re cut off as Bokuto’s fingers greedily enter you, rubbing your clit with his thumb and spreading your slick all over your folds. He just hums to your concerns, writing them off as he continues to play with your pussy. In a few seconds, your nails are digging into his shoulders as you hike your leg higher on his waist, desperate for more.
Completely forgetting about any spectators.
Bokuto knew his teammates knew what you guys did when they left. Each time, you’d end up waiting longer for each one to leave because they wanted to see the show. Each time, you’d make him wait until he was practically bursting at the seams. Making it so you’d forget about being found out meant he had more time to indulge in you and less time waiting. Even as he heard the door open and closing, you were too lost in bliss as his fingers worked you steadily towards an orgasm.
Right as you were about to finish, he removed his fingers. “Bokuto” you whine, seeking friction against his shorts. Chuckling, he pulls down his shorts and boxers, cock hard and leaking, pressing up against your thigh.
“Beg for me, babe. C’mon, I know you can do it,” he says, a bit louder than he has been. Your whines rise in volume, sweet words begging for him to fuck you senseless. It’s all he needs. You’re completely ignorant of what’s going on outside the bathroom stall and completely focused on him, just as you should be. “That’s a good girl,” he presses his lips against yours, albeit a bit messy, as he pushes himself inside you.
It’s a tight fit — it always is with him. A hand digs into the flesh of your ass, finger tapping in a command. Obediently, you wrap both your legs around him as he pushes you against the wall, keeping your weight entirely dependent on him for the most part. The thrill of knowing he won’t drop you has you clenching around him, the sheer display of strength as he starts up a fast and harsh rhythm. Pain is numbing and pleasure is quick to take over, his balls slapping against your wet cunt and ass is the only thing registering aside from your moans. Piercing and wanton, you let him know you’re enjoying it. Even as his thrusts have you bouncing so hard that your hands occasionally lose their grip. Completely focused on demolishing your pussy, he doesn’t even register your constant fight to stay conscious and held on.
He’s too busy thinking of how tight you are and how nice his cock looks when it’s covered in your juices. Thinking of how his teammates are probably fucking their fists as he fucks you, knowing they’ll never get to see the sight but they’ll be able to hear just how undone you get. He’ll be the only one to see how your eyes roll back and legs tighten around him. He’ll be the only one to feel how your walls gush around him and how your nails dig into his flesh, marking your territory, all as you reach a height of pleasure only he can give you.
When Bokuto’s pace gets sloppy and less focused, he presses his lips against yours, messily swallowing your mewls as he pumps you full of his cum. No matter what, he’ll make sure he finishes inside of you as he enjoys watching it drip out.
When he knows his team are getting their things packed up to actually leave, he decides he’ll fuck you one more time. This time, though, he wants you to squirt all over the benches.
Warnings: Omegaverse, double penetration, dubcon, creampies, some BokuAka action (bc those are my babies), this is long
Summary: After presenting as a Beta, your mother decided being friends with an Alpha wasn’t good for him. After moving, you befriended another Beta, Akaashi Keiji. After years of not getting over your childhood crush, you never expected to see him again as your best friend’s mate. Akaashi can’t take care of Bokuto through his entire rut, so he lets Bokuto have some fun. There’s a lot of catching up to do between you two, anyways.
— 5 years old, [Y/N]
“You need to stop hanging around that boy, [Y/N],” your mother had said to you one evening. You had looked at her confused, wondering what Kōtarō had to do with your homework. She continued, ignoring the look on your face. “He’s presented as an Alpha. You need to stop hanging around him.”
“That doesn’t matter, mommy. He’s my friend,” you had said, not quite understanding. “I don’t want to hurt him.”
“[Y/N], listen to me. He doesn’t want to be with someone like you. Stop hanging out with him.” At the time, you didn’t understand what your mother was saying. You thought that she had thought your friend didn’t want you as a friend. You’d prove her wrong when you finished your homework.
You had finished the work and immediately went to yours and Kōtarō’s spot, seeing the familiar spiked up hair on the young boy. His frown was unusual, though. “Kō-chan?”
“My mom said we can’t hang out anymore,”
— present day
You woke to the alarm from your phone, the rhythmic beat of the song shooing away the traces of sleep. Your eyes fall to the calendar across your room, seeing you had to work today. With a promise of a hot bath and a treat of ramen after your shift, you are able to get out of bed and get ready to start the day.
Your work shift was simple, just taking orders and making coffee for customers, occasionally bringing treats to customers at the tables. It was normal, right down to when your friend walked in. “Keiji!”
“[Y/N],” he smiled, not having the same enthusiasm but enough to satisfy you. You had met Keiji after you moved, shortly after Kōtarō ended his friendship with you. Keiji had presented as a Beta, just like you, so yours and his mother encouraged playdates and study sessions at each other’s house, hoping a relationship would bloom. “The usual, please,”
“You sure? The season specialty is here! I know you like pumpkin,” your smile turned into a smirk, knowing you had got him when his eyes widened. The season specials were ready to serve, but nobody had switched the menus up.
“Hm, I think I’ll go with the pumpkin latte for today,” he finally said, after weighing his options. You smiled and put in the order, knowing exactly how to work his buttons. “I’ll have to let my boyfriend know,”
“Oh?” That was new information. A week ago, Keiji said he was going to die single because everyone’s an idiot. Now he’s got a lover? “Do tell,”
“He’s an Alpha, but his parents don’t care. Don’t tell mom. She thinks you’re my soulmate, still,”
You guffawed at that, shaking your head at the memory. You remembered when you got older when Keiji’s mom had started giving you lessons in cooking and sewing, typical ‘wife’ things. Keiji smiled at your dramatic scene of laughing, knowing it was how you were.
“Wait till she finds out you’re mated to someone else,”
“I prefer to term courting to mate, since I’m plain and boring. He’s anything but, honestly,”
“Perfect match for you, Kei-chan,” you winked, seeing Keiji’s cheeks turn a bit pink at the inside joke. You laughed again, finishing up the last details on the latte.
“He reminds me a bit of you, actually. But without control or a filter,”
“Maybe I am your soulmate, you just don’t like me,”
“Haha, very funny,” he replied, walking off with a little wave. You wiggle your fingers, waving goodbye to him. After watching your friend leave, your shoulders sag a bit, remembering the young boy with white-and-black hair. Back then, you wouldn’t call it a crush. More of an admiration for the boy with no fears and a clear future. With more experience under your belt, you could admit it was a crush. The boy had stolen your heart and crushed it the last time you saw him.
You clean up the counter as the clock ticks, slowly telling you your shift is coming to a close. You feel like you want to cry, but you don’t know why.
The next day, your phone dings with a text message from Keiji, surprised he would shoot a text. He usually called unless he was busy in a meeting or something. Your eyes glance at the screen, trying to finish your essay for one of your classes. The message doesn’t strike you as immediately needing attention, so you ignore it, focusing on the paragraph you’re typing out.
Another ding takes your attention away from the screen completely, knowing Keiji really needed your attention.
[Keiji ❤️ - 12:17 pm]
- Can you bring some fruits to my apartment? I forgot to get some at the store. I’m busy.
[Keiji ❤️ - 12:18 pm]
- please im hungry
The last message startles you, seeing as Keiji always punctuated his texts because, well, he was like that. You quickly typed a reply and made sure to save your document before heading to your kitchen.
[Sweetcheeks😘 - 12:22 pm]
- I’ll be there asap Kei
— 5 years old, Kōtarō Bokuto
“Kōtarō, I need to talk to you,” his mom had said. He looked up at her, a paper hat on his head, a smile on his face. “You need to stop hanging out with [Y/N] so much, baby,”
“Why? Did we do something bad?” He frowned, not understanding. What did he do?
“No, baby, not this time,” she laughed, smiling down at him. Her smile was not full of love and joy, it was sad. “Her mother doesn’t want you two hanging out so much. She said they’ll be moving soon, so I don’t want you to be hurt anymore than you already will be.”
Kōtarō didn’t smile for the rest of the day. After he told his friend they couldn’t hang out anymore, his mother held him in her arms while he cried. It wasn’t fair.
— present day
Kōtarō had been sent home early, with his rut steadily approaching and his fights with Atsumu and Shūgo getting more intense. His ride home was full of anxiety, knowing Keiji couldn’t quite handle ruts very well since he was a Beta. Omegas were meant to handle Alpha ruts all the way through, but Keiji could only handle half of the rut. The last time Kōtarō’s cycle had started, Keiji had to come to where he was, huddled up in an apartment. Keiji couldn’t walk two days after the rut ended, even though he dealt with three out of seven days of the rut.
Kōtarō’s arrival to Keiji’s apartment was slow. His instincts told him to run, but he was able to restrain himself. Keiji opened the door almost immediately after the knock, wrapping his boyfriend in a hug. “I’ve missed you,”
“I’ve missed you, too, Akaashi,” Kōtarō said, indulging in the coffee and minty scent from Keiji, although there was a bit of pumpkin, too. He involuntary let out a growl.
“I had a pumpkin latte earlier,” Keiji immediately said, expecting Kōtarō’s reaction. Instincts came first the closer he got to his rut, Keiji had learned. He could feel the Alpha deflate a bit in his hold, just hugging and scenting. Keiji smiled at that, knowing he would be in for a rough week. “I made a nest. It’s not as good as an Omega’s-“
“You didn’t have to do that,” Kōtarō’s voice was clear and sharp, halting anything Keiji was saying. “You’re not an Omega. You don’t have to act like one,”
“I-I know, Bokuto-san,” Keiji stuttered out, the look in his boyfriend’s eyes startling him a bit. It was intense, but it wasn’t necessarily bad, per se. “I just-“
“I’m not here right now because of your sub-gender. I’m here for you,” Kōtarō’s voice was once again clear and sharp, going right into Keiji’s bones. He’s sure if he was an Omega, he’d be kneeling and begging. For fuck’s sake, he’d have probably entered a heat cycle.
“I know, Bokuto-san. I know,” Keiji leaned against him, reveling in his smell. He couldn’t scent Kōtarō or smell a distinct scent, but Kōtarō obviously came straight to the apartment after practice. He smelled like sweat and deodorant, a strangely pleasant combination.
Kōtarō let out a growl as he felt his rut come on, his hands moving towards Keiji’s ass. In turn, Keiji blushed and cleared his throat, backing up from Kōtarō. He smiled and held up a finger. Kōtarō grinned, straightening his posture. Keiji smiled and ran towards the bedroom, knowing his Alpha was hot on his heels.
The following day, the two lovers were still going at it. Keiji hardly had any rest, only getting his rest once Kōtarō needed to rest, even if Kōtarō claimed he passed out after their third round. A small tease and a mischievous grin had sent Keiji back to being railed by a feral Alpha, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Keiji threw his head into the pillows, drool spilling from his lips and he moaned, having his third orgasm of the day from Kōtarō’s forceful thrusts. On the other hand Kōtarō had only orgasmed once, knotting Keiji and spurring the Beta into a second orgasm almost right after the first. The thrusts didn’t cease, Kōtarō chasing his own release in his mate was the only thought in his mind.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Keiji,” he groaned out, plugging him up with another knot, his orgasm following it. Keiji’s eyes rolled back, digging his nails into Kōtarō’s biceps at the sensation. It stung and was a lot more pain than pleasure, but he couldn’t complain too much.
Kōtarō finished painting Keiji’s walls white, resting his forehead against the man underneath him and catching his breath. Keiji gave him a swift peck on the lips, assuring him he was okay. However, Keiji’s stomach growled at that moment, sending heat to his cheeks.
“I haven’t eaten today,” he realized, talking out loud. Kōtarō may have been an Alpha in a rut, but he was also an Alpha with a mate. Mates needed to be protected and cared for, so his instincts told him he needed to feed his mate. Kōtarō’s eyes immediately went wide. “Don’t move!”
“Ah— sorry! I always forget,” he laughed, adjusting their position so he could lay on his side. Keiji just shook his head, smiling. Kōtarō was a wonderful mate, truly, he just happened to be overly passionate about things he cared for.
Keiji thought to you, how you’d probably enjoy having an Alpha to take care of you. Keiji knew you often overworked yourself and forced yourself to do things, trying to be as independent as possible. He couldn’t be your mate, but he’s had a thought that ends in all sides benefitting - hopefully, at least.
Kōtarō moaned as he slipped from Keiji’s abused hole, the knot finally deflating. “I’ll get you a snack.”
“I have leftovers in the fridge. Bottom left drawer,” he mumbled back, wincing from moving too much. Kōtarō immediately nodded, jogging off to the kitchen, butt-naked. Keiji couldn’t say much. He enjoyed the view.
He winced as he rolled over to his phone, glad he put it on the charger near the Nest yesterday before he got pounded into the mattress. He opened the messages, typing out a quick message for you and sending. He hoped his plan would work out well, but he had faith his calculations were correct.
Hearing the microwave beep meant the food was ready and Keiji still hadn’t gotten a response from you. He typed out another message, hoping you’d actually read this one and put his phone on the floor, face down. Just in time, too, as Kōtarō walked into the bedroom with a freshly heated plate of food.
“Food’s ready!”
— back to you
You had gathered some fruits together, slicing and dicing them as an added flair. Sliced bananas, strawberries, diced watermelon, mangoes, and sliced avocados on slices of bread and cream cheese. You felt like an American middle-aged woman about to attend a brunch with your food choices, but Keiji liked specific fruits specific ways and you knew he only ate avocados on bread with cream cheese.
The ride to Keiji’s apartment only took five minutes, but it felt like it took an hour, your anxiety eating you up at the thought of what Keiji is doing or needs help with. You assumed he needed help with something, but you weren’t positive on what. It could just be as simple as he can’t leave home because his anxiety was too high or it could be something worse — what if his mom got in an accident? The thoughts didn’t stop, making the five minutes much, much longer.
Arriving to Keiji’s apartment, you noticed how dead it seemed outside. You saw a woman on the way up the stairs who gasped as she left her apartment, quickly locking the door and running down the stairs, almost running into you. Confused, you noticed the lights seemed to be off in the other apartments, but that wasn’t too strange. It was a Saturday, but it was midday so people were probably out.
You had a spare key for Keiji’s place, seeing as you often checked up on him; he had a spare for your place, too. Entering the apartment, it was deathly quiet, putting you on edge. There was a certain air about the room that made you feel like you were in a horror movie. As you made your way to the kitchen, you noticed the messily placed dishes in the sink, the shirt in the hallway leading to Keiji’s bedroom, and the duffel bag beside the door. You’re confused. Keiji doesn’t have a duffel bag — not since the old one ripped a couple of years ago.
You ponder whether to go into Keiji’s bedroom or not, worried someone might’ve broken in —that shirt is definitely not his. That’s when you feel a presence. At first, you freeze, wondering if Keiji’s playing a trick on you. It is October after all. You place the container of fruits on the counter and hear a growl, immediately turning around to meet golden eyes and familiar hair.
His eyes were narrowed, obviously pissed, but then his face changed. He seemed confused first, then a dawning came upon him. Next thing you know, you’re picked up and having the life squeezed out of you. “[Y/N]!”
“Kō?” Your tiny voice whispers. You can hardly believe it. Your ex-best friend and childhood crush is in your best friend’s apart— uh oh. “Uh oh,”
“What-Oh?” His voice repeats, looking at you. The Alpha of your dreams is the Alpha of Keiji’s dreams—what a day it’s been. “[Y/N]?”
“I should, um, can you let me down?” He obliged, letting you stand on your feet again. “I need to, um, go. Uh, Keiji wanted fruits so I, uh, brought them. I’m gonna go,” you turned, hoping to tears would stay in until you left. You weren’t expecting Kōtarō to cage you in, effectively trapping you. As a Beta, you didn’t immediately obey an Alpha’s command, but the look in his eyes told you to stay. You obeyed.
“Don’t go. Please,” is all he said, his eyes twinkling. You shook your head, deciding this was a bad idea. “[Y/N].”
“You don’t get to act like nothing happened, Bokuto-san. You stopped being friends with me, remember? I expected you to be breeding an Omega by now. Looks like it was just me,” you spat, feeling the anger you held in boil over. The feeling of your best friend leaving you because of your sub-gender, the feeling of betrayal, remembering how your mother sighed at you and rolled her eyes, telling you she was always right and your friend would never look your way again.
“What?” He peered down at you, no longer hunching over. You realized just how tall he had gotten. “I stopped being friends because you were leaving. You being a Beta had nothing to do with it,”
“Sure, I guess now it doesn’t. Since, you know, you’re with my new best friend. It’s okay, I get it,” you once again tried to leave, but Kōtarō wouldn’t budge. “Move, Bokuto-san.”
“No.” His voice was clear and sharp. You were sure if you were an Omega, you’d be on your knees crying. “I don’t want it to end like this. I want to make amends.” Good thing you weren’t an Omega.
“Well, I don’t care what you want. Let me go,” your own eyes narrowed at him, his face not changing. His body unmoving. You rolled your eyes, deciding to not play this game anymore. Going to duck under Kōtarō’s arm, but his body moved to pin you to the counter. “Dude!”
“You smell different.” Is all the warning you got before you felt his nose in your neck. You felt butterflies at the contact, but also cringed at the display. You then noticed a shadow in the hallway. Attempting to pry Kōtarō off you wasn’t working, so Keiji got to see his boyfriend hunched over you.
“Good, you seem to be getting along again,” he said, a gentle and lazy smile on his face. Surprisingly, Kōtarō didn’t turn around at his mate’s voice, just kept rubbing his nose against you. “I hope you can take care of him,”
“Akaashi Keiji, what the fuck,” you muttered. He didn’t seem concerned his boyfriend was currently nuzzling against you. You noticed the limp in Keiji’s walk and he had one of his hands on the wall.
“I’ve been keeping track of your cycle. You should be ovulating by now. Bokuto-san has told me about his childhood friend before and it took me a while but I figured out it was you,” Keiji kept talking, limping his way to the couch. “I’ll get the fruits later. Bokuto-san, don’t hurt her too much,”
“Hurt me?” You squeaked, eyes widening at the implication. “Keiji, I can’t—“ you started, a scream interrupting your sentence as Kōtarō picked you up and hauled you to the bedroom. He displayed his strength earlier, of course, but the fact you were were on your back in what looked similar to an Omega’s Nest within seconds of the ground leaving your feet was a display that turned you on immensely. If Kōtarō wasn’t currently attempting to strip you, he would have been with the sickly sweet scent you exuded.
“I’ve been waiting for this,” he growls out, his hands deciding to rip your very nice shirt into shreds, deciding your movements to get them off were too slow. He offered the same treatment to your bra, your short scream of disbelief when it was torn. He was nice enough to pull off the pants you were wearing, along with your panties. “Ever since my first rut,” he continues, his nose buried against your thighs, his tongue licking a hot stripe against it. You whined at the contact, full on knowing he could smell your arousal. “I thought I’d never find you again.”
“Boku-“
“No. Not here. Call me your Alpha, little Beta,”
“Uh-“ you stopped, unsure of the situation. Kōtarō, regardless of your feelings, was with Keiji. That alone made you hesitant, even if Keiji literally told Kōtarō to go for it. You felt weird having to call him your Alpha anyways, since you were never subjected to those Alpha/Omega relationships. You can’t say you weren’t interested in it, often just having fun with other Betas and maybe an Alpha or two during their ruts (you vividly remember helping an attractive Alpha in your last year at Nekoma, rendering you unable to walk for the next two days). Neither of them called you by your sub-gender, nor made you call them Alpha. You obviously hesitated, taking a trip down memory lane much too long, since Kōtarō’s hand had wrapped itself around your jaw, forcing you to look at him. You didn’t think your old childhood friend would be so.. rough.
“I’m waiting, little one. Call me your Alpha,” he growled out, again. The growling was doing wonders to you, making you wetter by the second. Another growl came out, spurring you to speak.
“I- Alpha, we can’t do this. We need to talk-“
“You can try to talk, but I’m gonna fill you to the brim until my cum is seeping out of your cunt. Let’s see how well you do.” Kōtarō immediately went down to your nether regions, your folds glistening to show him just how turned on you were. Your face was hot, practically burning when his eyes locked on, unmoving from the sight. He wasn’t looking long, getting a startled scream from you as he buried his face between your legs, lapping at your juices. Your hand went to his hair, the hair as soft as you had hoped, as he continued to drink from your pussy as if it was his last drink on earth. Your other hand was bunching up a nearby shirt, one you had left at Keiji’s two days ago after a night of drinks. If you weren’t so busy rolling your eyes into your skull as your mouth hung open, moans spilling from your lips, you’d have noticed the mix of yours and Keiji’s clothes in the Nest.
Kōtarō continued to be relentless, pushing two fingers into your heat as you were clenching your thighs around his head. You were worried you’d hurt him, but he was an Alpha in every shape and form — if he wanted to stop you, he’d do it. He knows he’s in control. Adding a third finger brought you to your first orgasm of the day, feeling exhausted afterwards. Kōtarō rose from between your legs, his eyes immediately finding your glossy ones. He smiled and licked his lips. Then, wiping the slick from his lower face with his hand to get the excess that his tongue couldn’t get and then licking it off, his eyes never breaking contact.
“So sweet, I’m already addicted,” his grin got darker, his body crawling up until his hands were on both sides of your head and his lips were slotted against yours. His tongue darted between his lips, into your already open mouth, deepening the kiss. You were so in bliss from the after-orgasm high and kissing your crush, you didn’t even feel the head of Kōtarō’s cock pushing into you.
Kōtarō threw his head back, moaning at the tight fit. You mewled, it being some time since someone entered you, the feeling almost foreign. It didn’t hurt, thankfully, the wetness Kōtarō created more than enough to help him slide in. He didn’t stop, he just kept pushing in until the beginning of his knot was flush against you. Another growl erupted from Kōtarō, the only warning you got before he pulled out only to slam back in. The sudden movement had your back arching and your head against the plush pillows of the Nest. It was the green light for Kōtarō.
Your knees were pushed to your shoulders, the position momentarily uncomfortable until your mind was replaced with the burning and overwhelming sensation of Kōtarō pounding into you liked a man starved. Moans were bouncing off the walls, along with Kōtarō’s grunts, mixed with the sound of skin slapping skin as his thighs continuously met your ass. Your hands switched from fisting fabric to winding around Kōtarō’s neck as he buried his face into your neck, his panting and grunts loud in your ears. You felt the coming of another orgasm, the familiar tightening in your abdomen and the arching of your back being a few indicators. Your nails raked against Kōtarō’s back, leaving angry red streaks in their place. Another grunt from Kōtarō and you felt a painful sensation you hadn’t felt before — a knot. The added pain before the height of your pleasure sent you over the edge, mewling out Kōtarō’s name as you did.
Kōtarō had you plugged up, him spilling his seed into your hot walls. You whined at the feeling of fullness. He sighed at the feeling himself, indulging in your scent. You figured now was as good as you’re going to get to talk. “Um, Kōt-“
“Alpha.”
“Sorry,” you mumbled, rolling your eyes. “Alpha, um, this is an awkward time, I suppose, but can we talk about, like, us?”
“We don’t need to, but we can,” he looked at you, moving his position so you guys were on your sides. More comfortable for each other. “What do you wanna talk about?”
“Okay, um, the Alpha thing is weird, but I’ll let it slide since obviously you’re in a rut. Obviously Keiji isn’t an Omega, so he can’t take you throughout the entire rut. Um, I don’t wanna be your booty call for ruts, this whole situation is so fucking weird-!”
“You’re not the ‘booty call’, as you said. Akaashi mentioned he had a surprise for me, but I didn’t think he’d offer me you. After this, I hope he lets me court you, too. So I can be your Alpha, too.”
“Kō- Alpha, we’re no longer friends because you’re an Alpha. That’s why you broke off our friendship so long ago, isn’t that right? You deserved an Omega, which I am not, but you found Keiji and that is fine. I am not a part of this.”
“I don’t care about sub-genders. That’s why I’m with Akaashi. I stopped being friends because you were moving. It hurt a lot to end things, but I didn’t know what else to do. That was Mom’s advice, at least.”
You were confused. Your mother said it was because he cared about sub-genders, but now he’s saying it was because of the move? Your friendship ended before moving, yes, but it was almost a month before moving. You could have stayed friends, anyways. Did your mother lie to you? Did his feelings change? “My- My mother said you needed an Omega so I-“
“She was wrong. She’s the one who set you up with Akaashi, yeah? She didn’t even care what my family thought about us. That’s in the past, we can move past it.”
“All these years...” you muttered, feeling the tears from before coming back. The knowledge that your own mother forced your friendship to end made you angry, but everything was fine now. Kōtarō was your friend again. At least, you thought he was. “I don’t know if I want a relationship, though,”
“Too bad,” he grunted, his cock leaving you feeling empty. A whine was all you needed to do to have yourself pinned under Kōtarō again, his cock filling you up again. “I’ve been dreaming of this for so long, as if I’ll let you leave so easily.”
Kōtarō continued his relentless pounding into you, the constant fucking rendering your lower area numb. Eventually, your world went black after a— what was it, 6th orgasm? Kōtarō’s second knot was the only thing you remembered before you tuned out completely. The grunting, whines, moans, all of it faded into silence. While you had passed out, Kōtarō panicked, thinking he went overboard. Keiji’s words echoed in his mind: “Don’t hurt her too much.” Was this too much?
Kōtarō, stuck inside you because of his knot, called for Keiji to help him. Of course, Keiji came as fast as he could (not very fast, poor man is still recovering) to see Kōtarō, who is close to tears, above your blissed, fucked, and passed out form. He sighs, shaking his head. “Bokuto-san, I think you went too hard,”
“Akaashi...” he whined, his strong arms curling around you. Even passed out, your body reacted, curling into him as you softly moaned. “Akaashi...”
“It’s okay, she’ll be fine. Her body isn’t used to it. At least, not yet.” A moan from Kōtarō let Keiji know his knot had deflated, him pulling out of your cunt and the copious amounts of cum he filled you with spilling out. It made even Keiji aroused, seeing it seeping out of you. Kōtarō knew he was aroused at the sight and came upon a solution.
“Akaashi! Maybe we...”
Waking up was next thing you remember. You felt so, so full, like you were plugged up in both ends. As you flutter your eyes open. You expected to see your ceiling, having woken up from intense dream or something. You maybe even hoped to see Kōtarō grinning down at you, sweat dripping down his face and his chest. You did not, however, expect to see Keiji smiling down at you, gently caressing your face. “Kei?”
“Hey there, pretty baby. How are you feeling?” The nickname threw you off — Keiji never called you a nickname. He was very formal, even saying your last name until only recently. You obviously showed confusion, or maybe you hesitated, because a rumble was felt behind you, a familiar voice following.
“She’s probably feeling pretty stuffed, Akaashi. Stuffed full inside and out, I hope,” Kōtarō’s voice said. You turned your head, hissing at the pain in your neck, to see Kōtarō grinning at you, just like you hoped. However, wasn’t Keiji resting?
“I should thank you for the fruit. It was delicious and cut up so cutely and delicately. I was getting a bit jealous to hear Kōtarō having so much fun with you. I was hoping to have my own fun with you when he rested after his rut, but he was kind enough to share. Isn’t that nice? I don’t think I can get you pregnant, but I want to try. We’d have such cute babies together, you know?”
“I was hoping she’d carry my pups first, but you can pump her full next time. We have all the time in the world, after all.”
“Excuse me? Wait, wait!” You shouted, suddenly realizing the whole ‘filling you up’ speech wasn’t just an Alpha’s instincts — it was their intention to impregnate you. “I can’t have kids! I’m in school and-“
“I can provide for both of my mates, right Keiji?” Kōtarō said, his eyes holding nothing but love as he gazed at Keiji. It made your heart squeeze at the love between them. Keiji smiled and nodded, deciding at that time to roll his hips. You threw your head back and mewled, sensitive from the consecutive orgasms previously.
“I’m glad you’re still sensitive. There’s no evidence to back it up, but I heard the more orgasms a woman has, the more likely it is she’ll get pregnant. Of course, Omegas have a fertile cycle, but you’re a Beta, so I had to track your cycle for about three months. I hope it was enough.”
“Three months?! Akaashi Kei- oh!” You screamed, feeling Kōtarō move. He was filling up your back entrance, adding to the fullness. Also, it explained why you were on his chest.
“I also need to cut out your caffeine, that’s a bad habit you need to cut out anyways. No more nights of drinking while binge-eating. Your body needs to be in peak condition if it’s going to carry our offspring,”
“I can’t wait till you’re all swollen and wobbling. It’ll be so cute. And then we’ll do it again. And again. And I don’t know if I wanna stop, babe!” Kōtarō laughed, thrusting his hips up, making you jerk at the feeling.
“Maybe we can stop after five. We’ll need a bigger house, too,” Keiji continued, rolling his hips in rhythm to Kōtarō’s thrusts. You closed your eyes, one hand fisting Kōtarō’s hair while the other gripped Keiji’s shoulder, hoping to ground yourself. “You’ll look so beautiful when you’re pregnant. This is what our families want, after all. You’ll bear my children and Kōtarō also gets what he wants in the end. He gets his own offspring. This all works out,” he grunted, snapping his hips after almost pulling all the way out. “In the end, at least.”
If you could form a coherent sentence, you’d tell them to stop, but the only thing on your mind was how stuffed you were. Keiji was thrusting into your puffy, abused cunt that was overflowing with Kōtarō’s cum, rolling his hips every so often to increase pleasure. Kōtarō’s grunts were heightening your arousal and sending you hurling towards another orgasm. Your eyes rolled, your tongue sticking out as you clenched around Keiji, sending him towards an orgasm of his own. A curse and a stutter of his hips and he was spilling his own seed into you. He knew his genes wouldn’t take, not when you’d been pumped by Kōtarō multiple times. He had looked for the chances between a Beta and Alpha genes in a Beta, but he only got Omegas, which were made to take Alpha seed and breed easily. A small part of him wanted to try and overpower Kōtarō, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to compare to the amount you’ve already taken.
Kōtarō was still going, his strong, warm hands holding your knees to your chest, keeping you spread open, as he thrusted up into you. He knew Keiji had finished, the face he was sporting a familiar scene to the Alpha, so Kōtarō was chasing his own high. A high-pitched whine from you as Keiji rolled his hips again, earning a growl from Kōtarō in return. You pant as your hand leaves Keiji’s shoulder, ghosting over your sensitive clit as you attempt to close your thighs, overly sensitive from all the rounds you’ve been forced to go through. Keiji saw your hand brush over it, taking his own hand to replace yours and apply pressure onto the nub, rubbing it.
A scream was ripped from your throat, another orgasm around Keiji’s cock as Kōtarō buried himself, shoving his knot in your tight hole. You were twitching at the extra feeling of fullness, the hot spurts of cum in your ass and the oozing cum from your cunt, even if Keiji was plugging you up. A sigh escaped your lips, your eyes rolling back as he attempted to catch your breath. Kōtarō brought a hand to fondle your breast, earning another whine for him.
“I could get used to this,”
“So could I. Good thing we’ll get to see much more of it,”
You normally would have told them no, attempting to push Keiji off and out of you, but you just sighed, trying to kiss Kōtarō. He smiled and obliged, licking your lips before kissing you, enjoying the taste of you. Keiji smiled at the scene, bringing his mouth to your perky nipple from Kōtarō’s earlier fondling, biting gently on it. You mewled, shifting your legs up Keiji’s hips and he moved in deeper. Kōtarō growled, his hand rubbing the red and swollen nub between your legs. You wouldn’t normally let this continue, but you could hardly think.
If you could think properly, you might have noticed the bags of clothes you don’t remember bringing to Keiji’s. You might have seen the handcuffs nearby. You might have seen the extra lock on the bedroom door, so out of place. You normally would have been able to think properly, but the only thing you could think of was being stuffed with Keiji’s and Kōtarō’s thick cocks, filling you up to the brim.
Sequel -> The Perfect Family [tw includes dubcon/noncon, use of the word r*pe, water torture/attempted drowning, gunplay, pregnancy, blood, abuse (mentally and physically), bit of watersports]
can i request an hc where bokuto loves breeding his s/o anytime anywhere, im so sorry im so whore knee right now and all i can think is bokuto fucking his smol and chubby s/o!!
she wants to be bred so bad by bokuto, assuming that shes a msby manager and she has a thing for bokkun and they are in their early 20s.
Mm Bokuto. I will never be able to have enough of him. Ever. Also, I chose to do these headcanons differently than ones I’ve done before.
Bokuto + Breeding
> I know this man has a breeding kink. With a dick that fat? And his personality? I know he wants to be a dad so badly oh my god
> Mm, the Classic™️ manager x player trope. Of course, as his manager and s/o, you’re supposed to take care of him and you can take care of him in more ways than one.
> This man is horny 24/7. All the goddamn time. All the time. He has the energy and stamina to last many rounds and the power and technique to have you seeing stars before he even finishes. He’s always down to fuck and he especially loves when he can finish inside and you walk around with his cum still in you — man, it gets him going.
> Okay, picture it. Practice match day. Against some other Division 1 team. Anyways, Bokuto sees you prancing around and bouncing back and forth, taking care of the team like you’re supposed to. But watching you give Hinata his bottle? Scold him for not taking more time to rest? Telling Atsumu to leave Sakusa alone? Just simple things that seem motherly to him and boom. He’s hard.
> He goes to the bathroom, but he gives you that look. And when his shoulder brushes against yours and his hand ghosts over your ass then you know. You need to follow. Of course, you wait until the coach is ready to start and he’s like “go get Bokuto” and you’re like “aight”
> Now you’re being fucked against the boys’ bathroom wall.
“Kō— you have to go— oh my gosh,” your voice changes in pitch as you moan, nails digging into the skin of Bokuto’s neck. His grunts are right next to your ear, the occasional growl as he buries himself deep inside you with each pump of his cock. He’s chasing his own high, you know he is, so focused on filling you with his seed and watching it spill out of you — but he doesn’t have time to keep fucking you full.
“I’m almost there, hold on, baby,” he groans, low and hot in your ear. A mewl comes from your throat, legs tightening around his waist as his hands dig into the meat of your ass. He’s right, he’s soon groaning loudly, the sound echoing off the bathroom walls as his load paints against your walls. Your own orgasm comes on, walls squeezing tightly around him as his lips press harshly against yours.
> Of course, you both come back and the coach knows. Why wouldn’t he. You both smell like sex and your legs are wobbly. Bokuto also looks like he just won the fucking lottery so everyone knows something good happened. Of course, his cum is still oozing out of you and is staining your underwear. Thank a deity that your uniform is black with gold accents aside from the jacket. You’re positive your pants are stained.
> Bokuto don’t care. He knows that it’s his cum leaking out of you, his seed filling you up and he also knows you’re trying to hardest to keep his little swimmers in there. And it just makes him even more fired up. He knows he’s gonna have to give you another quickie before heading home.
> And he does. Everyone’s gone home and you’re checking the locker room, making sure nobody left behind anything. You also have to wait for Bokuto, so you don’t mind checking behind everyone. And of course, Bokuto’s just chilling on the bench in nothing but his boxers. And he’s facing you. Waiting.
“We really shouldn’t,” despite your words, your body holds no resistance as Bokuto towers over your form. Bare against the bench, your momentary panic of somebody walking in on you is washed away by the feeling of Bokuto’s cock easily slipping into your heat. His moan is absolutely full of want, head hanging low as he forces himself balls deep inside you.
“But babe,” he whines, hands together above your head. With his chest, dripping and slick with sweat and arms flexing as his hips thrust, all in front of you, you’re once more reminded of just how large and broad he is, absolutely preventing any light from touching your bare skin. “I need you so badly. You’re so wet, too,”
“Because you’re always needy,” you shoot back, but you don’t tell him to get off or get out. You want this as badly as he does, hands wrapping around his torso as your nails rake across his back. Red stripes join previous scratches that litter his back, from previous quickies and long, drawn out sessions.
> Once he’s done fucking you in the locker room, he once more has you sliding your underwear back into place as he changes to go home. Once more, you both smell like sex and your legs are wobbly. You have the decency to spritz some perfume on and fix your hair but there’s a special kind of glow to you that screams “I just had sex!”
> I hope you guys don’t live far away. He will pull down your pants and underwear to stick it inside you once more if it’s a long trip. Pushing you up against the wall of a building, hidden in the shadows where no one else can see you two? Yep.
“Gotta be quiet, babe. Somebody might hear you~” he whispers in your ear, lips stretched into a grin as he does. He’s then pressing kisses to your cheek and neck as he slams his hips against yours in the alleyway. In order to see what was going on, people would have to stop and stare with how big Bokuto is. You’re probably completely hidden from view.
Although the sound of squishes and squelches says there’s someone else with him. The previous loads fucked into you are being pushed out, thick globs of milky white liquid oozing from your cunt because of Bokuto’s thick cock. It’s pushing out the old load to make room for his newest load, a whine coming from his throat as he spills it into you.
You force yourself to bite on your hand, keeping your noises muffled as Bokuto ruts into you while his seed coats your insides. The noise of the street is momentarily blocked out while you cream around him, juices drizzling out of you and around the base of his cock. Another moan comes from him, a swipe of his tongue across your lips.
> He’ll never be sated, no matter what. Even after this, you both will get home and find that he’ll just keep doing it until you’re swollen with his seed.
Author’s Note : If you’ve read the little drabbles and asks with the fluffy BokuAka family, then you’re in for a surprise. Those were not canon to the actual works I created, it was just something nice to write and think about. This will not start off fluffy at all. This will also include the pregnancy process, so be warned of that ; This is a sequel to my Kinktober piece, Threesome with Bokuto and Akaashi ; I’m so sorry it took for fucking ever
Warnings: Omegaverse, noncon/dubcon (explicit use of the word r*pe), gun play, choking, water torture (attempted drowning), gaslighting, manipulation, watersports (briefly, kind of), mindbreak, dumbification, pregnancy, creampie(s), asphyxiation, lactation, knotting, breeding (technically), degradation
Kōtarō’s rut had finally ended, pumping you full and fucking you into a stupor, all while Keiji made sure to have him give you a break. It was the week for you and Kōtarō to catch up, after all. You were bonded to Kōtarō and Keiji now, you were their mate, so you had to be taken care of. With the stinging pain on your shoulder from Kōtarō’s mark, you were only missing the legal document to bind you to Keiji the normal, Beta way. Keiji was currently thinking about which ring to get you, since Kōtarō had already decided on his “proposal” gift. Keiji figured you’d need time to adjust, however, as he was laying on the couch with Kōtarō’s arms wrapped around him, you missing. There was a cute show that they were watching, Keiji was sure you’d like it. You weren’t allowed out of the bedroom yet, so he would have to show it to you another time.
Once Kōtarō had been satisfied and Keiji had recovered, both got to work on making your stay permanent. You attempted to leave, but Keiji was quick to cuff you. Kōtarō held you down, forcing you to struggle until there was nothing left to do except lay there. Kōtarō had to go back to Osaka soon, so he was trying to enjoy his last few days in Tokyo.
“That was a fun show. Cute, too,” his yawning interrupted his sentence, cutting it short. Keiji nodded in response, snuggling closer to Kōtarō. The Alpha was warm and comfortable, it gave him a sense of home. “I gotta go back tomorrow, Akaashi,”
“I know, Bokuto-san,” Keiji sighs, knowing he’d have to work on their new pet by themselves. It was going to be a struggle. At the beginning of the week, you were so pliant and easily coerced into things. Now, you wouldn’t look or talk to them. Kōtarō threw a fit yesterday, screaming and crying because you weren’t the same person, you were much more distant. It’s the same when it comes to Keiji, however. You only looked at him with betrayal and sadness, even then only looking at him briefly. You exhausted yourself, but you were fighting them. Distancing yourself and giving them the silent treatment. It made Kōtarō not want to leave, you being so upset at him, but he didn’t have a choice.
Kōtarō needed to find a new place for everyone to live, of course. With the high probability of you becoming pregnant, you couldn’t be living in Tokyo, hours away from your alpha. Knowing you would be carrying his pups without him around had Kōtarō growling, Keiji gently patting his arm. Kōtarō calmed down at that, indulging in the calming scent of Keiji. Keiji has already been bonded to him, so it wouldn’t be as stressful if he wasn’t bonded — you were both his mates and therefore, you could be trusted in Keiji’s care. It was still hard to go. He didn’t want to leave with the state you were in.
“What place were you thinking about?” Keiji mused, running his finger in a pattern on Kōtarō’s arm. Just something to do as he mentally planned for the upcoming weeks. The type of house would determine how long those weeks would be.
“Some place big, but close by the gym and practice gym. Maybe traditional? I’ve always wanted to live in a traditional, zen kind of house,” Kōtarō’s eyes lit up as he talked, images and scenes of a large house full of his lovers and his children, playing volleyball in the yard. Keiji smiles at that, knowing it would be at least a month. Enough time to have you positively pregnant and to get you settled into your new role. It’d take effort, of course it would, but he could do it.
“I think that’s a wonderful idea, Bokuto-san,”
“Ya know, we really gotta get used to calling each other by our given names. You’re gonna be a Bokuto, aren’t’cha?”
“Well, of course I am. Just like [Y/N]. We’ll be the Bokuto family,” he sighs, closing his eyes as the name settles in his mind. The Bokuto family has a nice ring to it, he thinks.
Kōtarō spends his last night cuddling you to sleep. You want no part of it, lying stiff as a board as he presses kisses to your neck and rubs his hand over your stomach. It’s a sickening thought, the possibility of getting pregnant. If you really had been ovulating during the rut, you most likely were pregnant. It’s not like you’d know or not, you barely leave the bed to urinate. It’s disgusting to have to deal with, but even when you do get the bathe and do your business, Keiji is right next to you, ready to intervene if necessary. Although Kōtarō is often in there with you, lathering up your body as his touches become less innocent, Keiji’s stone-cold gaze forces you to not attempt anything silly.
When the morning comes, Kōtarō is desperate to keep something of yours until he can see you again. In order to keep him happy, you acquiesce to his demands and let him take your used clothes, yet to be washed. As if the lingering scent of the morning sex isn’t still clinging to his skin. You can’t smell it, nor Keiji, but you know it’s there as you watch him dress himself, tucking himself away as he rambles on about his plans for the future. Three kids for him, two for Keiji, a nice big house, just the ideal lifestyle for anyone. It’ll never happen, though. His delusions will soon shatter when you stay distant and refuse to love him or Keiji.
Keiji waves goodbye to you, saying he’ll come back when he’s done with work. He plans on taking Kōtarō to the train station and then going to work, so you’ll be stuck for the next few hours. Until dinner time, that is. After an hour, you hear a ping from your phone and reach over to look at it. You can still use your phone, of course, but any possibility of calling for help is useless. In this society, nobody would help you. Not only that, your phone is bugged and linked to Keiji’s. He knows when you unlock your phone, what you do at what time, and how long you’re on it. You’re almost positive he can shut it off if he wants to.
The noise is a message from Kōtarō, telling you he misses you already. A roll of the eyes as you lock it, setting it beside you again. You’re able to barely reach the table beside the bed, but none of the drawers. One hand is secured to the headboard, wooden and strong enough to withstand Kōtarō’s ruthless rut. You feel restless as the day has only begun, the next time you will be able to move out of the bed, if at all, will be when Keiji comes home.
The doorknob to the apartment jiggles, making you jump. Keiji should’ve gone to work, so the sudden noise was unexpected. When it finally turns, you expect to see the familiar hair of your former friend, the tousled raven hair and the broad build. Although the man has the proper stature, the hoodie covering his head and the cheap-looking mask covering his face prevent you from properly identifying him. You can’t tell if he’s smirking or not, the intense feeling that he’s giving off tells you he is. With your hand secured to the bed, you really don’t have much in the way of options. The phone is still an option, but you doubt you could get to it in time.
The man lunges towards you, spurring you to attempt to grab the phone. Your fingers brush the metal device before your arm is forcefully gripped and twisted. You scream as your body twists, attempting to lessen the pain. It’s useless, but you still try. When your mouth opens, he quickly shoves something round and hard in it, your tongue pressed against the barrel of the gun.
“Don’t move a muscle,” his voice was low and hoarse, as if he was adjusting it to hide his identity. It was still unfamiliar to you, your brain unable to register what was going on. The man easily overpowers you, using his weight to keep you pinned to the bed. Fear prickles your skin, the chill setting in deep into your bones despite the lingering warmth of the fading Summer heat. It’s a horrible feeling, frozen in fear as your mind races, unable to do anything except stay still. It’s horrible, the fact you listen to the stranger’s demands despite wishing you were dead and out of Kōtarō and Keiji’s grasps. The gun is removed from your mouth, but the knowledge of it being in his possession is enough to keep you compliant, barely acknowledging the man’s hands moving to slip under the dress you were kindly given.
To keep yourself ready and easily accessible to both Keiji and Kōtarō until they had to part, it was best to slip you into a plain and simple white sundress. It was a present from Kōtarō, a small way of saying you were his now. With the lack of panties or other undergarment, you were essentially naked to the intruder as he sat on his heels, dark eyes scanning over your form. You were shaking from the fear, the unknown, but you weren’t attempting to move or thrash about. It was so easy to take advantage of you, you already nice and wet for him, too. The slick buildup from the morning session with Kōtarō lingers, as well as the creamy substance of his seed fucked into you. Unless the intruder was an Alpha, he couldn’t do much damage, but the thought of leaving you alone without a touch, a taste, was too unbearable.
It didn’t take long for the feeling of something hard and thick to push against your folds, collecting slick and teasing, your sensitivity making you whimper at the touch. It was a sudden plunge, forcing himself deep into your cunt as he groaned, your walls clenching around him. You thought the groan sounded familiar, but there was no more time to think on it when he put his hand on your throat, effectively shutting off proper access to your lungs. Your walls tighten again around him, him finding it hard to retract his hips but thrusting back in. His pace isn’t too fast, but his thrusts are brutal as he continues to drive his cock into your sensitive and abused pussy. He’s not an Alpha, you can tell by the lack of an inflating knot, but it still remains that you’re being violated by an unknown man. The whimpers coming from your throat are all you can release, barely sucking in air to stay conscious. When your vision starts to fade, the man and the walls of the room slowly blurring together, you start to panic.
The gun is still beside you, but it’s not your concern. The bullet in the chamber can’t threaten you unless the barrel’s against your head, but the hand currently cutting off oxygen is threatening your life. Attempting to dig your nails into the fabric of the hoodie is useless, his work gloves keeping his hands from getting any marks, either. Your lungs burn from lack of air and your vision slowly fades to black, a heat and chill settling over your body at the same time as you continue to feel his body pinning you down. The brutal fucking is the only sensation you still have, the stinging of your skin as he snaps his hips to meet yours and the squelching sounds from your sloppy pussy, cum and slick spurting and coating his cock as he chases his own high. You don’t know if he finished inside, your sensations dying out as you slip into unconsciousness.
When you wake up, your lungs ache and your face feels wet. When you flutter your eyes open, you’re faced with the creamy beige walls of Keiji’s bedroom, the lamp and phone on the bedside table. A presence is beside you, a large hand gently brushing your hair. Your eyes widen as you jolt, Keiji gently shushing you as he holds you. It’s comforting, someone familiar beside you after the experience you just had. You don’t know what happened after everything went black, but the smell of Keiji’s morning coffee and his cologne calm you down, tears spilling out as your fists bunch up the fabric of his shirt.
“I had a bad feeling, so I immediately came back home. I didn’t expect you to be completely unconscious, what did you do?” He asked, oblivious to what had really transpired. It was painful to recall, the fear from before rising again as you remember the man’s stature, looming over you as he pinned you to the bed. Another fit of tears come, the droplets soaking the white of Keiji’s shirt. “Darling, you need to tell me what’s wrong. What-“
“A stranger,” a hiccup interrupted you, red and tired eyes looking to his face. He looks confused, so you need to press on. “He broke in. Violated me. He— he ra-“
“Oh, sweetheart, I’m so sorry. If I had known something so horrible would happen, I wouldn’t have left you all alone. You could’ve come with me, but you’ve been so naughty, you know,” his voice is gentle, but there’s a certain chill in his voice that has your fear spiking. His hands are warm, caressing your back as he speaks. “But, you know, you cheated on Bokuto-san and I. I have to punish you,”
“I— I didn’t do it on purpose!” Why were you defending yourself? Your mind had to momentarily adjust itself, the feeling of helplessness from earlier now back. Once the cuff had released the headboard, it was nothing for Keiji to force you into the bathroom. No amount of strength you had could compare to him, nor height. He wasn’t afraid to hurt you either, almost smashing your fingers in the door frame because you wouldn’t let go. “Akaashi, stop!!”
“Akaashi? Now, we can’t have that. You should address me properly, dear,” he grips your face, smushing your cheeks together as you find yourself practically flung into the tub. It’s already full of hot water, almost scalding, as he holds your head under. Struggling once more, it’s futile. His strength far surpasses yours, stature looming over you. Under the water, his image is distorted, but the way he looks down at you feels familiar. Before that thought can continue, you feel your lungs burning as you thrash again, thoughts only focused on surviving. When your head is pulled up, you gulp air as you cough, water sputtering as you do. “You need to be punished.”
“Let me go, I didn’t do anythi-“ your head is once more under the water, nails digging into the flesh of Keiji’s arms as he holds you still. You didn’t get a good gulp of air, so you’re quickly back at the previous feeling of helplessness as your lungs burn, vision blurring. Before everything goes black, you’re once more pulled from the water. Your face is hot, either from lack of air or the heat of the bathroom and water, you’re not too sure. But Keiji is sure of one thing and that’s the way you’re clinging to him. You were digging your nails into him, squirming and attempting to leave, but now your nails were digging into his as your grip tightened around his forearm. You were clinging to him, unconsciously seeing him as your savior, as he was the one who controlled your ability to breathe, therefore your life. He could drown you if he wanted to, but Kōtarō wouldn’t like that. No, he just needed you to depend on him, change your stance on how you saw your lovers.
Keiji also couldn’t help how delicious you looked, drenched as steam rose from the water, your white dress floating around you as if you were an ethereal being. You looked angelic and untainted... an urge to corrupt you washed over him, compelling his body into the steaming water. It was a tight fit, but he managed. With his sweatpants on, it was easy for him to simply push down the waistband and pull out his cock. “Now I have to cover up that man’s scent, or do you want everyone to know you’re a whore?”
“Akaashi, enough, this isn’t any diff-“
“Are you saying I’m a rapist? That’s what you’re implying, right? If you really think that, then I’ll be that. I would never purposefully hurt you,” his words contradict his actions, his hard cock pressing into your walls as he speaks. Sensitivity still lingers, your legs twitching as he sinks down to the hilt. “You’re saying I’m the bad guy, aren’t you? Well, how about I be the bad guy? Let’s recreate the scenario,”
“Akaashi, please, stop!” You cry out, weak limbs attempting to push him off. Hot, fat tears stream down your cheeks as Keiji licks them away, kissing their trails as you continue to sob at the feeling. It was a horrible feeling, being helpless, but a part of you knew you were safe. Keiji wouldn’t let you die, the only thing that prevented you from putting more effort in. Even with the splashing water, he kept one hand on the back of your head to prevent you from going under. Keiji’s pace is always the same — slow strokes, but deep and meaningful as he rocks his hips into yours and makes sure to roll his hips. It’s a completely opposite of Kōtarō’s, brutal and relentless, but Kōtarō fils you out more. Keiji has to make sure you feel every ridge, every vein, every pulse from his cock and have it completely engraved into your mind.
When Keiji gets close, he holds you closer to him, kissing your neck as your hands grasp at the tub’s edges, mind reeling from the force of your orgasms. Your nerves are on fire, your walls constantly clamping around Keiji’s cock like a vice, all while he rides out his own high. He presses a sweet kiss to the mark on your neck, where it meets your shoulder, right where he sports a matching mark on his own skin. It’s Kōtarō’s bond, what links him to the two of you forever. With a final thrust, Keiji spills deep inside you as he kisses you deeply, forcing you to swallow his moan of pleasure as he swallows your mewls. You’re still tight around him, walls fluttering pathetically around his girth as he relishes in the way you feel, keeping his seed locked inside you.
When he breaks the kiss, you’re both panting heavily, chests heaving for different reasons. “There. Now he’s gone,” a gentle kiss on your temple. With those words, a silence settles over the room. Although the stranger may be gone, in his place stands Akaashi Keiji.
The next day, Keiji is home.
“Just a precaution, dear,” he had said. “So nothing else bad will happen to you when I’m not here. You wouldn’t want that, would you?” With those words, he convinced you of his intentions. The previous day’s events had you rattled, the fear of being alone subconsciously rooted into your mind. A small whimper of Keiji’s name, his given name, had him smiling and cooing at you, taking you anywhere in the apartment you wanted to go. It was nice to finally leave the bedroom and bathroom sections, seeing the front room and kitchen, able to hear and see people outside the windows. You dare not let your eyes linger too long on the windows, covered completely with only shadows passing by, nor on the door. The door which had a recently newly installed lock, to take extra precautions. A passing thought of how it seemed to be so quickly enforced comes by, leaving as you become hyper aware of the blank gaze Keiji gives you. It’s not blank, per se. It looks blank to many bystanders, but to you, you know he’s focusing. He’s watching you and analyzing what you do. It’s a test.
A test you seem to have passed, when he calls you back for a bath. He doesn’t guide you there, no threats, just a simple “Come along,” as he walks towards the same bathroom he almost drowned and violated you in. The fear and anxiety of going back has your flight or fight response kicking in, the seemingly easy option of flinging the door open and leaving has your legs moving. But Keiji is quicker, stronger, and smarter than you. Before your fingertips can even graze the lock, your face is slammed into the floor.
“You were doing so well, too,” his feet are planted on either side of you, one moving to plant itself on your back. With a bit of force, you’re screaming as he has his heel pushing into your spine. “You deserve to be punished.”
“Fuck you, Akaashi!” You spit, squirming and wriggling to get him off. When his foot moves, you attempt to get up, but soon he drops down and fists your hair in one hand, the other pushing your cheeks together.
“I should wash that dirty mouth of yours,” he growls, shoving your face against the floor. By shoving, he essentially drops you into the floor. With a burning sensation in your nose, you feel a vaguely familiar liquid trickling out, a small red dot beneath you. He does it once more, making sure to keep his hand on your head to prevent you from getting up. “I trusted you to listen to me, [Y/N],”
“I’ll never listen to you,” you declare, hands balling into fists beside you. “I’ll never forgive you and Bokuto for what you did. I’ll never forgive or forget how you raped me, either!”
“I did no such thing. You enjoyed it, whore. You clamped around me like a vice last night, just as you probably did the stranger that violated you. Can it be consider violation if you were wet? What about when you started to enjoy it?”
“How would you know that, unless-“
“I know how much of a slut you can be, sleeping around with Alphas in high school and other Betas. You probably got off on being raped,” He sneers, putting more force in his hand, making it uncomfortable as your cheek is smushed against the floor.
“Fuck you,”
“I’ll take that as a yes. As a punishment, you won’t be leaving that bedroom for some time,” he finally lets you free, a large breath of air inhaled as you realize he was putting his weight on your lungs. “Come here,”
Wrenched from the ground, you find yourself dragged, kicking and screaming, back into the bedroom where Keiji cuffs you to the headboard. He’s huffing, but he manages to get both wrists cuffed to the headboard. Back to square one, with you refusing to acknowledge him while he tries to talk. Well, he does talk, you’re forced to listen.
When dinner time comes around, you expect some plain chicken broth or maybe even water, but instead you’re given nothing. Keiji doesn’t come in the room at all. The water running let’s you know he’s washing dishes, but where’s your meal? When his humming enters the room, you know he’s coming down. When he opens the door, in his hand lays a plate with bread crust and crumbs, along with some pocky sticks. Just two, however. Barely considered a meal. “Dinner!”
“You’re kidding me,”
“Dear, you know I don’t joke around easily. You were naughty this afternoon, so you’re going to eat my leftovers. Bread crust and some stale pocky sticks is the only thing on your menu,”
“I’ll starve instead,” a glare sent his way does frazzle him one bit, instead almost makes him... chippier. As if you’re falling for his well hidden trap. A nod and he’s gone, your only source of food with him. He won’t enter to room again until nighttime, so you’re left to wallow in your own solitude, something you used to take for granted.
When Keiji does finally come into the room, you’re excited to see him before remembering you don’t like him. Instead of taking the key and releasing your restraints to sleep, he grabs his pillow, his blanket, and his phone charger. “Where are you going?”
“Well, since you obviously hate me, I thought it’d be best that I leave you alone. After all, that is what you wanted, yes?” A small smirk is on his face as your eyes widen, thoughts running through your head as he takes his leave. Without a bid goodnight, Keiji leaves you alone in the room. With no possible entertainment except your mind, you feel uneasy. Unsteady. The world is suddenly dropping you off in an empty room with nothing and you can’t think of anything to keep yourself entertained. The television set buzzes to life outside, while the popping of popcorn fills your ears along with the melted butter smell. An urge to move flits around, but you decide it is best to not.
The next day, it’s a similar situation. Within three days of Kōtarō’s leave, you’ve found yourself craving his company more than ever. Keiji is ruthless and merciless, entering the bedroom for clothes and then leaving for work. He doesn’t talk to you, he doesn’t look at you, he barely enters the room anymore. You feel your stomach grumble at the thought of food, your mouth dry from the lack of fluids in your system. A pathetic way to die, one would think. With the lack of nutrition, your body will eventually decay or fall into an unstable state. Keiji isn’t a dunce, he knows this — at least, he should. Why then, you wonder, is he allowing this? Not only are you completely attached to the bed, but you haven’t been able to get up at all, even for bathroom use. The urine has stained the sheets, turning the pristine white cotton into a grimy yellow color, the ammonia stench covering the entire bedroom. You felt like a helpless child, in dire need of your parents to come home.
In a way, that’s what it was. You were helpless and needed someone else’s help. You need Keiji’s help. You can only go so long before you end up breaking, and you’ve reached a limit. The disgusting liquid under you was the final thread, the squelching and squeezing every time your hips move to a different area to attempt to leave the spot resulting in a failed attempt. The white dress was soaked, first from the bathroom incident and now it was dyed yellow due to your own fluids. Kōtarō wouldn’t be happy with those results.
When Keiji finally comes home, you hear him. You hear the door close and a sigh. Waiting for him to enter the room is quickly disregarded as you call for him. With no hesitation, he arrives at the room, looking at you. “You called, darling?”
“Keiji, please. I’m sorry I was bad. I need you, please don’t leave me,” you cry out, pulling on the cuffs. Shushing you, he quickly attends to your wrists, red and raw from the tugging, pulling, and twisting you’ve done over the past day. Once one hand is free from the restraint, he’s happy to feel it grabbing his shoulder, a silent beg to not leave. “Kei-“
“I know, I know. I won’t hurt you,” his words calm you down, sobs turning into hiccups as he guides you off the bed. Your legs are weak, unstable from lack of use, so he bridal carries you into the bathroom, not caring about the urine. After setting you on the toilet, he strips you of your dress and starts the bath. Trusting you to not move, he leaves. Another test, to see if you’ve really shaped up after the last attempt.
Keiji stands in the bedroom, pulling the sheets off the bed and removing the pad. He puts them aside, but waits. No movement from the bathroom, not even the toilet seat squeaking or the shutting off of the water. Continuing to put the sheets and dress away, he picks out a set of panties — new and clean, a treat for being good — to go with the pastel pink sundress. It looks exactly like the other one, except the color. After getting a towel and a change of clothes himself, he leaves.
You’re still sitting on the toilet, looking at him as he enters. Perking up, you push into the hand the caresses your head, brushing the tangled hair. He stops the water, guiding you into the tub. Once you’re settled, he strips down and joins you.
“You’re not going to hurt me?” You ask, voice dull.
“Of course not. When have I ever done that?”
The next day is such an improvement, Keiji can’t help but let Kōtarō know how well you’ve adjusted. You’re compliant out of fear rather than love, but Kōtarō doesn’t know that. He’s so excited to see a picture of you cooking in the kitchen, he probably wouldn’t care. The picture doesn’t capture the longing look at the knives, the fleeting glances at the door, the rigidness of your body as Keiji wraps his arms around you. It’s small gestures, but you never move to accomplish the action. Your finger might twitch, a gulp as you see the unlocked door, but you continue on. You make the noodles, you bring the tray to Keiji, you sit in his lap and allow the arms to secure your place. The food is something you’re ever thankful for, the lack of food spurring your resilience into breaking. With a gentle blow, Keiji feeds you the ramen you dutifully prepared for the both of you all day.
You never looked at the door again. You never looked at the knives unless you were cutting something. Even with Keiji breathing down your neck, eyes focused on your hands, you didn’t twitch or move to hurt him. You went to the bathroom and didn’t complain when he joined you. Even when he had to do his little daily checkup, you didn’t complain. The first time, you mentioned it tickled and questioned what he was doing, sticking his nose between your legs as he pried them open. He just smiled and said he needed to know if you were healthy, to which your questions easily stopped. Although he occasionally swept his tongue over your still wet folds, you never told him to go away and leave you alone. Even when he went further and had put you on the bathroom’s countertop before diving between your legs once more, your fingers thread themselves through his hair as you moaned.
When the news of Kōtarō coming back reached your ears, you didn’t know how to feel. Keiji was the one to help you, give you comfort, so you didn’t feel too excited to see Kōtarō. Keiji knew this would cause problems, as Kōtarō was expecting you to be as loving to him as you were to Keiji. After an explanation of the situation, you promised to perform appropriately for Kōtarō. With a whispered threat of locking you up again, you easily complied with everything you were asked to do. When Kōtarō came through the door, he was easily able to catch you as you jumped on him. “Welcome back!”
“Aw, [Y/N]! I’m glad to be back!” He nuzzled into your neck, indulging in your scent. You could easily pretend to be in love with Kōtarō, but your scent would tell him if you were feeling off. With his superior senses, you had to be forced into a mindset where you did love Kōtarō. Threats and memories of the past had could nodding along, situating yourself into his life easily. “I missed you, a lot,”
“Well, we won’t have to be gone for so long again, right?” You ask, a pout forming. “Or are you going to leave me?”
“Oh, no! You’re gonna live with me,” he grins, a closed eye smile. Your eyes widen as the information is processing, Keiji coming from the kitchen.
“It was a surprise for you. We’ll be moving to Osaka to be close to Bokuto-san,” he’s drying a knife, one he recently finished washing, but it’s also a silent threat. Kōtarō didn’t see the horrified look on your face, but he sure did.
“O-Oh. Okay! I can’t wait, when are we.. when do we move?” Twiddling your fingers, Kōtarō wraps his arms around you once more, effectively picking you up. No hesitating, your legs wrap around his waist as he looks up at your face, love flooding his eyes.
“You’ll move in with me tomorrow. Once Akaashi’s boxed everything up, he’ll join us. Our room is all set up, and there’s lots of rooms for kids. Speaking of-!”
“Another time, Bokuto-san,” Keiji harshly whispered, Kōtarō’s eyes widening before smiling, nodding. You didn’t know what that was, but you then focused on Kōtarō moving to the couch.
“Let’s eat, I’m starving! Maybe I can have something special for dessert, if you know what I mean,” with an added eyebrow wiggle, you shyly smile and nod. It’s what Keiji told you would please Kōtarō. It’s what Keiji told you that you need to do.
The dinner itself is fine, but when you ask to use the restroom, Kōtarō points out the red splotches on your white dress. Panicking, you attempt to locate the spot as your face heats up in embarrassment. Keiji then points out the bit of blood on Kōtarō’s pants, making you think your cycle has started. At that mention, Kōtarō’s growling in anger as you seize up in fear, unsure of what to do. Keiji tells you to change while he deals with Kōtarō, you immediately obeying and going to the bedroom.
“I thought ovulating meant she would get pregnant. Why isn’t she pregnant? Were you wrong?” Kōtarō asks, still angry. He knows he scared you, your lingering scent of fear in the room and around him. He thought he could smell another scent on you, but he didn’t know what it could be.
“Bokuto-san, I know this is frustrating but it’s possible she didn’t get pregnant. However, spotting is a sign of pregnancy. It was only a few drops. If she has anymore blood leakage that gets heavy tonight, we’ll know,” Keiji is able to calm down Kōtarō, who rolls his shoulders back and lies against the back of the couch. “Do you want to change your jeans?”
“Nah, it’s barely noticeable. Plus,” a thumb runs over the denim, Kōtarō licking his lips as his eyes darken, “this is like she’s claiming me, right?”
Kōtarō does not force himself on you that evening. Instead, he just cuddles you that night. It’s a differing touch than Keiji’s, who ends up rolling to the other side of the bed in the night. Kōtarō holds you close and tightly all night, snuggling closer to you, as if it was possible, and nudging his nose in your neck. It’s sweet, you think, as he caresses you like you’re made of glass.
The next morning, Kōtarō has you properly dressed to leave with him. A set of panties, sweatpants, t-shirt, and a hoodie. It’s a casual set of clothes, but they are all you came to Keiji’s house in a week and a half ago. Kōtarō says he’ll get you better clothes once you’re settled in, but you feel uneasy as you bid goodbye to Keiji. He worries about your mental state once you’re alone with Kōtarō, but he just has to hope you’re able to seem stable enough for a day.
In Osaka, you feel like your life is beginning anew. It’s not much different from Tokyo, but as Kōtarō guides you through the streets, it becomes known that Osaka has a lot more greenery. It’s very beautiful, in your opinion. When he stops in front of an old house, you glance at him. “Our new home, sweetheart!” He cheers, kissing your cheek as he picks you up. Carrying you inside the house, you notice the security. The gate is only opened via pin entry, which the gate itself is roughly 2 meters tall. Even the door to the house requires thumbprint access, a very modern and technological touch in an older, traditional house.
He shows you to your room, which is also his room, but yours too. It has its modern touch, with the remaining aspect of futons to lay on. The cameras in the hallway also are in your view, the one in the bedroom and the hallway. Looking into each room, you notice they are containing cameras, but one room is different. “What’s this?”
“Oh? This is our nursery! So, when you have a baby, it’ll be in here,” he chirps, pointing out things in the room. Scanning the room, you notice the lack of camera secured.
“Where’s the camera?”
“What— what camera?” Rubbing the back of his neck, he fakes confusion. You see right through it.
“I noticed the other cameras. There’s not one here,”
“Oh, well, that’s because this room has baby monitors!” He gestures to the white device. A nod of understanding has the tour moving on. Showing you to the kitchen, you notice the pantry and fridge are stocked. “Would you make me dinner?”
“Of course. What do you want?”
“You, served hot and steaming in the bath,” he grins. Eyes widen as you realize what he wants, you sheepishly laughing as you acquiesce.
Kōtarō is much rougher than Keiji, you knew that, but the way he fucks you with fervor as he hasn’t seen you in almost five days is something akin to his rut. Sinking his teeth into your skin, remarking his territory as he spurs you into your first orgasm of the night. Your nails are digging into his broad shoulders, the only thing you can use to keep yourself grounded. The setting wasn’t in the bathroom, but rather the bedroom where he claimed he wanted to “seal the deal” of you coming home. Legs tighten around his waist, back arching as he continues to drive his cock into you and litter your neck with less painful marks, claiming already claimed territory. As he presses a wet, sloppy kiss against your lips, you scream as you tighten your walls, feeling his knot force its way inside you.
A warm hand rubs the side of your body as your walls convulse around him, squeezing as he pumps you full of his cum. It’s a memory to you, but it feels so warm and fulfilling, you immediately relax in his hold as he continues to pepper kisses along your body. It’s a comforting feeling, being praised and cared for, a drastic difference from the way Keiji treated you a few days ago. Well, how you think he treated you a few days ago. He said he never did it, but your body said differently. With Kōtarō’s eyes of love looking down on you, you didn’t think it mattered. That was in the past, this was the present. You felt comfortable here, that was what mattered.
When Keiji arrived with a bunch of boxes, you were told to make them lunch so they could eat when they were done. Kōtarō said he didn’t want you straining yourself after last night, so you agree to his demands. Deciding to make some udon for lunch, you get to work as they lug in the boxes. The boxes aren’t large nor heavy, but watching Kōtarō easily lift three of them with no effort, while Keiji brings in two at most with also no effort, you feel yourself get wet at the thought of them hot and sweaty afterwards. With a possible treat in mind, you work more diligently, mentally preparing yourself to ask them.
Keiji mentioned he’d be looking for another job while Kōtarō was at the gym. It would be the first time you would be alone and free to roam. You begged Keiji to not leave for too long, hands grasping at the fabric of his shirt as he pried your hands off. Kōtarō gave you a sweet kiss before he left, telling you he’d try to hurry back, but you knew Keiji would get back first. Sitting in the large house, you didn’t know what to do except cook and sleep. Your phone screen lit up with a message from Kōtarō, a picture of him blowing you a kiss with a message of ‘I miss you!’ under it. You smile at that, sending back a message that you miss him, too.
Before you lock your phone, you look at the many games you have on it. There’s one game you don’t remember being on it, it looks like a tracker app. Clicking on it, it welcomes you and it shows how far along you are in.. pregnancy? First reaction is to panic, how do you know if you’re pregnant? Going into the internet app, you search up symptoms of pregnancy. One that jumps out to you is the spotting, only a little bit of blood as the sperm fertilizes the egg. It is most likely what you did on Kōtarō’s lap, the day he came to Tokyo. Another surge of panic comes as you think of your lovers, your mates. With Keiji looking for a new job and Kōtarō being busy with being a professional athlete, they don’t have time to take care of you and a baby. You decide to not tell them.
Although you decide to not tell them, the next week is excuses of your recent symptoms. You find yourself more exhausted than usual, not even getting out of bed to bid goodbye to Kōtarō and Keiji. Not only that, you end up in the bathroom as you feel sick, but only half of the times does something come up. It’s when you have another episode of morning sickness does Keiji pop the question. “Should I get a pregnancy test?”
“N-No! I’m not pregnant, just some bad sushi!” When Keiji’s grip on your arm gets tighter, you whimper. “Keiji, stop hurting me,”
“I’m not hurting you, I just need you to tell me the tru-“ the door shutting cuts him off, his attention to the door of the bathroom where Kōtarō is, panting.
“Something’s wrong, isn’t it? I could sense it,”
“I’m just a bit sick-“ “She’s pregnant-“ You both speak at the same time. Your eyes widen as Keiji looks at you.
“Pregnant? Now? Really?” Kōtarō is ecstatic, but you don’t take it that way.
“I’m not, I promise! I’m sorry!” You beg. Kōtarō’s mood turns sour, the anger directed towards you. Keiji stands back, but he doesn’t interfere.
“Why are you lying to me? If Keiji says you are, then you are! I know you’re lying!” He kneels on the ground and grabs your shoulders, digging his meaty fingers into the flesh. You yelp in pain, attempting to get him off. “Why are you doing this?! You were doing so well!”
“Stop, Kō-chan, stop! You’re hurting me!” A call out of his childhood nickname has his rage quelling, as you brush his hands off and rub the stinging skin. “I don’t want to be pregnant,”
“This isn’t about what you want. It’s about what we want, do you understand that?” Keiji speaks, voice low and threatening. You quickly nod your head, attempting to explain yourself.
“I- I thought that you wouldn’t want a baby because you’re both busy! I don’t- I don’t want to burden you more than I do,” with your words, the anger and rage suddenly evaporates as they understand.
“Burden us? Baby, we love you and do everything for you. You’re going to be carrying my pups and Keiji’s babies, we want this. This is all I ever hoped for,” Kōtarō coos, taking your hands and pressing a kiss to them. A fit of sobs escape as you wrap your arms around him, hiccuping into his chest. Keiji sits and smiles, knowing you have completely adjusted into the proper role.
With the news of your pregnancy, Kōtarō is able to get off a lot more to be there for you. You’re no omega, so it’s not as if he has to take off for 9 months, and Keiji is there to take care of you. Keiji takes care of any appointments you need to do, signing you into a private hospital nearby where Kōtarō’s teammate’s omega gave birth. A list of what was normal was given to you and Keiji and what would be a cause for concern, so you made sure to drill into your head about the possible problems. It was vital that you were able to give birth, being able to give Kōtarō and Keiji what they wanted all you needed to take care of yourself. Keiji prepared your meals, making sure you were eating properly even before the bump showed.
When the bump became prominent, you were glad that your wardrobe consisted of dresses. The dresses you had were all loose-fitting and easy to move around in. With the upcoming winter months, you had lots of blankets and an oversized jacket, bearing Kōtarō’s MSBY number and logo. Kōtarō couldn’t keep his hands off of you, always rubbing your bump and pinching the extra fat you were putting on. Worry over the added weight was a brief concept that quickly evaporated as Kōtarō voiced how much he loves the extra meat to fondle and love, tickling you as you giggle afterwards. Keiji couldn’t say he disagreed with Kōtarō, the added weight adding to your cuteness charm as you did the most basic and minuscule things. He could disagree with Kōtarō on the obsession with the pregnancy milk, however.
Lactation was painful, the way your boobs ached as they were full of creamy milk. Although they ache, Kōtarō encouraged you to let him drink from them. Hesitation was in the beginning, but once his lips had secured themselves on your nipple and started sucking, it was quite relaxing. The tender ache in your breasts were gone as Kōtarō drank from them, but he often had to drink from both of them due to Keiji’s aversion. He didn’t see the appeal, he rather enjoyed teasing your nipples when the sexual appetite of yours had risen, but he didn’t see the appeal in drinking the milk. Keiji did oblige Kōtarō, however, in looking into lactation cookies, which would increase milk production and could even make it taste better. It was worth a try, as it would help the children to develop as you breastfed them.
The lactation cookies Keiji made looked awful, but tasted amazing. You would have eaten all of them had it not been for Keiji stopping you. Kōtarō seemed excited, immediately begging for another go. He’d have to wait until nighttime, since he often took naps after you breastfed him during the day.
At night, you often slept completely naked, able to easily feed Kōtarō if he woke up in the middle of the night. Your sex drive had risen exponentially in your second trimester, to the point Kōtarō had to request off to take care of you. He made sure to keep his promise, stuffing you with his thick cock and plugging you up with his cum or lapping at your folds until your fluids splashed against his face. With the third trimester underway, your libido has decreased while your milk had increased, but that didn’t deter Kōtarō from getting frisky. Even as Keiji bathed away from you two, he couldn’t help but touch himself to your whines and mewls.
Kōtarō has been riding a cloud since your pregnancy came about. Even before the milk, he found it hard to resist fucking you, especially with the added sensitivity. Your breasts were larger now, bouncing with every thrusts as he tweaks the nipples, watching the cream dribble from them. He can’t help himself, really, as he goes to attach himself to one of your perky buds. When Keiji enters the room, he chuckles at the sight.
“Should we worry that there won’t be enough milk for you and the baby?” He muses, sitting on the futon next to you. Your hand grasps at his silk shirt, bringing him down to give you a kiss. Even as Kōtarō drills into you, you want more. A wet pop resounds around the room as Kōtarō laughs, groaning in your ear as he plugs you with his knot, pumping you full.
“The pup can have those bottles, and with help of those miracle cookies, we should be fine. You sure you don’t want to at least try a bit? It feels nice for her, doesn’t it, my little Beta?” He coos, pressing kisses to your cheeks as you come down from your high, walls fluttering around Kōtarō’s cock.
“It relieves some pain, I’ll admit that,” you smile at Keiji. “You can try,”
“Well, how can I say no to that?” He smiles back at you, brushing hair out of your face. Kōtarō massages your breast, holding it so Keiji can attach his lips to the nipple. His eyes focus on the creamy liquid dripping from the bud, only to become transparent as it follows gravity. When he does get a taste, he knows he’s in trouble. It’s as delicious as Kōtarō said, creamy and full that makes you want more. As he sucks with fervor, you giggle and Keiji is joined by his other lover, suckling any milk he left behind. It’s such a strange thing to happen, both grown men sucking on your chest as if they had been born only recently. With the swell of your stomach, you knew they’d have to share their milky mine.
As your due date drew near, you found yourself unable to do anything alone. Kōtarō was off completely until you delivered and Keiji was no longer looking for a job, as it was decided Kōtarō made enough for everyone to live comfortably. He knew he’d have to find another job soon, as more children were born and needed to be fed, but that was a well ways off, at least 9 more months.
What started as a normal day soon turned to chaos as preparations for delivery expedited when your water broke. The hospital had your room prepared already, but it was for your week stay as you were three days away from your date. Kōtarō was in a frenzy, unsure of what to do but desperate to do something. Keiji has to drive to the hospital, while you were doing breathing exercises with Kōtarō in the back seat. It was the birth of their first child, so even Keiji was panicking, but he was also excited.
Once settled into the room, the nurses had to check to see how far along you were dilated. Kōtarō was anxious, his scent permeating the room as he started to pace. The doctor had come in, spurring him into a fighting mentality because the doctor was another Alpha. Keiji and a nurse had to get him out of the room, with a promise he could see the children once they were born, but he would have to wait in the waiting room. Weakly calling out his name and telling him you were fine, he obliged as he left, punching the wall once as he felt his emotions boil over. Keiji was by your side, holding your hand as you squeeze it, pushing when the doctor told you to.
When the room was filled with screaming, the clock chiming as 12:15 had arrived, signaling the date of birth of your first born son. With his stubby arms and legs, you laughed as you held him, Keiji getting the honor of cutting the cord. The baby still needed to be cleaned and checked over, so the doctor and nurses took him while Keiji went to get Kōtarō. By the time Kōtarō and Keiji has come back, you were holding a small, but still big, baby boy swaddled in a thick blanket. Kōtarō immediately raced over to look over both of you, his scent out of control as his emotions mingled together. He didn’t know what to think.
“It looks like it’s yours, Kōtarō,” Keiji says, hand resting on Kōtarō’s shoulder. He smiles in response, looking at the baby’s golden eyes blinking open at him.
“Sure does, Keiji. I guess the next thing we should work on is proper marriage, right?” He watches as the baby grasps his finger, the small hand even smaller compared to his large one.
“A proper marriage, yes. The ring, the dress, the ceremony, you would like that, wouldn’t you dear?”
“Of course Keiji. Anything you want.” As you look up to him, he sees nothing but love in your eyes. He smiles, nodding in agreement.
“Well, as well as making sure the next one’s mine. We should start on that as soon as possible, don’t you think?”
