cw: omegaverse, alpha mpreg, mating/rut sex (in a way…) m!reader, gay sex, selfship coded but written in reader pov… a/n: my brain and beloved @forest-hashira have haunted me with enigma kail [and getting karasu pregnant] thoughts, so here they are
while it is truly so comical and so fun to imagine the drama of alpha!karasu collapsing in the middle of a match and getting whisked away to the ER to discover he is with child, the surprise wouldn’t actually go down like that. we’re not entirely caught unaware.
it would start as a silent conversation. a look, of sorts. one that confirms the notion that eyes are the doorway to the soul, with all the wants and desires you find waiting there in that sea of blue. for someone known in his profession to be so calculating, so cunning with strategy clouded in mystery, karasu is an open book for his mate.
being mated for two years now gives you the confidence and credibility to know a thing or two about your alpha, what he wants vs what he needs from you. how he loves to protect and provide comfort when you seek it, but also how he needs you. karasu needs to feel like he is yours. and he is. he has only ever been claimed by you in all the ways that matter. and you cannot imagine yourself submitting to anyone that isn’t him.
there is a sense of trust so deep within the bond that the two of you have formed, it is a whisper away from being called faith. your faith in him, his love, his assurance to fill your days with happiness & safety in the feeling of being cared for & desired. karasu’s faith in you, in your love, your support, your light to keep him grounded and secure.
you have known this man for half of your life, and been bonded with him for multiple years now. in what world would you not know that something about this rut was different??
that the cedar wood notes in his scent stand out more than they should, smelling…burnt.
taking karasu’s knot while he’s in rut typically doesn’t satiate the primal need (it never has been enough for either of your preferred tastes). that part is not the unusual bit for this encounter. nor is the way he keens and shouts in ecstasy when you press along his entrance with your tongue. karasu riding the waves of his own pleasure while you lick and suck along his cock while your fingers stretch him open is nothing new. the rumble of satisfaction and want that spills from deep in his throat as you add another finger to thrust in him is music to your ears; a tune you know well.
beyond the scent change, there is a feeling. something that is warming your own chest when you look down at your alpha. karasu’s cheeks flush with the hungry stare that you give him, his body. yours. you relish the way his hips jerk forward, desperate to close the space between you.
one of tabito’s wrists are bound to the bed frame. same with the opposite ankle. it’s years into this particular dance, the finale for his rut where you mount and claim every part of tabito, and his alpha rut still isn’t a fan of receiving, submitting like this, but you’ve come a long way from the blindfolds, muzzle, and fullly shackled restraints you had to use for his first rut with you where he begged (yes, begged) you to fuck him.
this position isn’t foreign to either of you, and yet—
and yet, you find yourself changing things up. something compels you to kiss him first. before tabito feels the initial pressure of you filling him up. that doesn’t normally happen. the traditional routine involves you fucking him first, rough and fast, then kiss and hold him later; just how the both of you like it. your craving of control and power would be fulfilled first while karasu’s wordless desire to be treated and used and needed and praised would be achieved in this order.
but this time…there is first a kiss paired with your hand moving on its own accord to clasp his, the one chained to the bed, which sets off a trembling within karasu. a tremble that leads to dry sobs when your mouth parts from his just to settle along the skin of his free ankle that now sits in the air near your shoulder. you kiss and inhale and kiss some more with your eyes open, watching. observing him. seeing the way your mate looks at you with unshed tears and a plea for more.
more of you, more of the slow, deep strokes of your cock that has begun to stretch him open. karasu sighs at the same moment you watch his own cock twitch and leak as your tip manages to rub against your alpha's sweet spot again and again and again. still at a steady, passionate pace that has him simpering and squeezing your hand that still has a hold of his own.
you love everything about your alpha. the seemingly larger than life, rippling and well defined muscles that could pin you down in seconds. the sharp, elongated canines you know are aching to feel something more than the saliva that drips down them right now. the ethereal glow of his irises that scream “POWER”. all of these dominating traits your alpha has, and he willingly gives it all up for you in this moment. he allows you to be the one to take and claim. yeah, you love him.
you love tabito karasu, and you love the alpha he is, and you love being the one in control of his rut, in control of this moment.
you, the one with the heats and the smaller, softer build and the sweeter scent, are The Taker. you are the mate in this duo that gets to pin down and demand he feed your base urges and fuck karasu’s brains out till he’s floating on the wave of endorphins that assure him you are his, and he is yours.
after a good while of fucking your mate with hard, solid thrusts, admiring the view before you of such a large man coming undone twice because of you, and those sapphire eyes never once leaving your form, something in you shifts. you lean in closer, stretching tabito even more with his free leg moving with you, knee to his chest, foreheads knocking against one another while you grind into him.
and it is at this level of closeness, you note the pressure of tabito’s hand practically death-gripping yours, nails digging in, begging you to look at him and see. see what he wants, what those deep blue eyes beg from you while you share the same panted breaths and the smell of sex and warmer scents fill the air.
you give half a nod of assurance before closing the gap between your mouths with your lips, kissing him soft and deep while your hips cant to press further in. so you taste every gasp, every sigh of pleasure, every salty sweet tear that slides down your mate’s face as you relish in the feeling of all of him enveloped around you.
you must be drunk on this sensation. you have to be. how else could your mind explain the blooming heat that spreads through your chest and down to your core as you sit up to look at your beloved, and one singular thought consumes all of your senses as those eyes still silently plead with you for more—BREED. tabito’s leg moving to hook around your back and pull you impossibly closer only encourages that improbable thought to get louder. breed. breed your mate. yours. mine. more. LOVE. more. breed. breed. BREED.
the answer you are searching for in tabito’s eyes had already been waiting from the start. the different scent during this rut, the more intimate actions between the both of you, that unspoken request he’s been begging for since you pinned him down. he is an alpha, after all. of course he wants to care for and protect for his family. he wants more of you in the form of a family, and you’d like that too.
not that alphas can get pregnant, nor you be the type to actually knot or breed anyone else. but that rational thought is not present as you grip your alpha’s waist tight and groan at the sensation of filling him deep with your seed and watching how prettily tabito weeps and flutters around you, cumming at the same time, spilling all over himself. both love drunk on the pheromones and fantasy of starting something more with him in this way. pure love and desire and bliss as you breed your alpha just the way he wants it.
… … …
when the rut hormones have cleared, there is a candid conversation held about actually pursuing that next step with your mate.
talking about the different options available for an alpha and an omega with the dynamic that you have. maybe speaking with an omega or beta surrogate, maybe waiting for a lull in the upcoming soccer season to register for fostering that would lead to (hopefully) adoption, maybe stopping your birth control before your next heat, maybe.
maybe the universe has a lighthearted sense of humor with the way it decides things.
six weeks later, and there is the comical timing of professional athlete tabito karasu landing the final goal of the match, suddenly stopping in the middle of his victory lap to pass out on the field. he’s rushed to the hospital with his frantic mate (you) by his side for unexplained overheating/possible dehydration. except it isn’t that. blood tests are done to reveal something unexpected. you are actually an enigma, and tabito karasu is pregnant.
there is a brief silence at the news, some rapid blinking from you, and the quiet is broken by a snickering from karasu that devolves into a full bodied laugh. that anxious wave of guilt at the idea of you potentially ruining your mate’s career early evaporates at the way your beloved chuckles and looks at you with that signature smirk before saying, “guess we’re canceling that fertility appointment for next week, yeah?”
Karasu was going through his laptop in his room, he had his glasses on and was searching for a film to watch. He let out a sigh, there was literally nothing to watch. He took his phone and looked at the time, it was evening around 8pm. He yawned, you were supposed to come back later to your shared hotel room, but you chose to hang out with other squad members. His eyes darkened at the thought of you leaving him for other guys, he quickly snapped out of it. You had the right to have fun and spend time with your friends, but it still hurt him the fact you chose them over him. It’s not like you two were boyfriends or anything, so why was he feeling like this? He turned off his phone and slammed his head harshly on his desk, making the laptop jump.
A notification popped up on his phone screen, making it brighten up. He slowly pushed his head off the desk, looking down he saw the instagram icon and read it. “[Name’s Username] posted a story” His fingers instinctively clicked on it. It was a video, you were behind the camera and only your voice could be heard. You were pointing the camera at a stray cat, in the background there were someone else’s shoes which he assumed were Bachira’s. You made cute noises to make the cute gray cat come to your hand, he gulped as he turned on the volume to hear your beautiful voice. His stomach was filled with butterflies, god he loved your voice so much. Suddenly the camera was taken and Bachira’s voice could be heard in the background, “We have Snow White here who’s talking with animals!” His voice echoed in the room and Karasu’s smile disappeared, he got pissed off. He was supposed to be there with you, not Bachira. The camera was pointed towards you and you gave off a glare “Shut up Bachira.” You said and Karasu could feel his stomach do a flip, you were like an angel on your knees. Fuck, he was head over heels for you. Your face, your body and that damn voice. He gulped, smiling to himself.
Before the story ended, his thumb accidentally clicked the like button, shit. He didn’t absolutely mean to do that, he turned off the phone. Putting a hand over his face, making his glasses go up to his forehead. He was the first one to view your story AND liked it. Karasu began to curse in his head, he held tightly his phone. He wanted to think of something else but his mind was full of you, “Oh, [Name] you’re gonna make me lose my mind,” He whispered to himself, he took off his hand from his face and reviewed the story. He wished you’d whisper sweet nothings to his ear, to make him feel in some type of way special. He was desperate for you, the more he looked at you the more he wanted to bite you. The way you were on your knees, looking up at the camera with those eyes. You were the most handsome guy he’s ever seen, the one who made him question his sexuality. His whole mind was focused on you, and he couldn’t even hear Bachira’s voice from the video anymore.
He threw his head back, as his hands went inside his underwear. He was completely turned on, just by looking at you and hearing you talk. He was so mediocre, he was ashamed of himself but he couldn’t help himself. He began to masturbate over you, wishing it were your hands wrapped around his cock instead of his. He pumped himself, letting groans and moans. His glasses fell to the floor, he bit his lip. He needed you, he wanted you, he craved you. In a soft whimper he murmured “[N-Name], please…” He furrowed his eyebrows as he grew closer to his climax, he began to thrust his hips up unconsciously. He convinced himself that you were the one jerking him off, he had his eyes closed shut. His hand pumped faster, his legs began to shake and he could feel his balls getting tighter. He made one last stroke before he came in his underwear, his breath was heavy as he sighed. His whole body relaxed, he slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling.
He felt his eyes tear up, god why couldn’t you just be his and only his?. He put an arm over his face to cover it, gritting his teeth.
