Authors Note: I made the format cute and different because I failed at the Kokonoi assignment. 🙏🏻 Forgive me. This is all fluff because... I just needed some self indulgent fluff and you gave me so much wiggle room. 😂💕 MDNI.
Imaushi thinks you're funny.
At least that's what Shinichiro used to tell you before he passed. Without the eldest Sano your friend group seemed to splinter and crack; a few days or not answering the group chat became a few months and then was only the occasional "Happy Holidays!" each year. It's something that bothers you every time you think about it because you miss the way things were between the five of you.
But especially you and Imaushi.
Life went on, though. You grew up, got married, had a kid— then divorced and moved back home. Boy, was that something.
"Senju?" You smirked at the girl you could remember seeing in diapers, bouncing your own little one on your hip. She was beaming; having stumbled across one another at the mall of all things seemed a little to convenient to be a coincidence.
"Y/N!" The young boy trailing behind her was giving you a wide-eyed stare that was a bit uncomfortable, but you decided to just ignore it for the time being.
"Look at you! How's life been treating you?" You weren't completely ignorant to the way things worked around here now, but it was still funny to you that Brahman was run by a kid you could remember being afraid of centipedes.
"It's been great!" And you believe her, because Takeomi had helped you secure your apartment and rambled about how successful things had been for them as you put together your bedframe.
It's good to see her; when you wave her off later and her little friend — Takemichi, you think — is still staring like you're some kind of apparition you give him a smile that has a little too much bite.
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"Wakumi." The toddler is giving you a very decisive side eye, holding her popsicle with all the care an almost two year old can manage.
"You can't—" She promptly sticks it in her mouth, completely uncaring about fact she'd just dropped it on the dirty ground. It makes your teeth ache; you swipe a hand down your face and pray for patience.
"Right. Okay." Wakumi giggles as you rise from your crouched position and take her hand to tug her along. Usually you would carry her because she's not quite quick enough to keep up, but today she had thrown a fit to walk; you'd swallowed down your frustration and agreed to simply move at a snails pace with her.
"Mama—!" She's pointing with her other hand, popsicle balanced between her teeth so she can garble around it. The rest of her sentence goes over your head between the nonsensical sounds and her frozen treat, but you follow her little finger and catch yourself grinning.
"His hair is pretty, huh?" Of course she spotted Imaushi. The man's hair is colored brightly enough that her little eyes are wide; she's completely hypnotized. It's unsurprising— you are too, after all, just for different reasons.
Arashi spots you first, nudging his friend as the two of you approach. You don't acknowledge the way his violet eyes still give you goosebumps. Wakumi hasn't stopped staring and it makes you bite back giggles when both men take note of her.
"Go on, 'Umi."
"Pretty hair!" Is what she manages to blurt out and Arashi barks out a laugh with you when Imaushi squats across from her with a lazy smile.
"Thank you, little princess."
At that exact moment, your brain short circuits.
Oh. Oh man. Your daughter lights up and you feel your own cheeks heating as she shyly tries to tuck herself behind your leg. Typically you would try to correct her misuse of a "thank you" but your brain was too busy trying to reboot. Now you're staring; when he glances up and notices, the grin he'd been wearing only grows.
"Hey, Y/N." You let out a hum that makes Arashi snort and abruptly you're assaulted by the reminder that your entire friend group knew about your giant crush on Imaushi Wakasa. Even the man himself.
A crush you'd thought you'd outgrown over the years, but when faced with his familiar features you realize you had definitely not.
"Hey, guys, what's up?" Wakumi is clinging to your leg as she sucks on her popsicle, intelligent eyes flickering between you and the two men curiously.
"Just running some errands for Takeomi." It's pointedly vague and you nod a bit, reaching down to untangle your daughter's fingers from your dress and hold her hand.
"You should come by sometime. We can catch up." When they nod, Wakumi once again starts babbling; her tiny hand gesturing at the window of one of the stores. Occasionally she says something that makes sense, and it makes you grin proudly, turning to give her your full attention as Arashi answers a call.
Imaushi laughs.
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"Fuck, Y/N." You mewl softly as Imaushi kneads the flesh of your thighs, leaning in to kiss you softly while you squirm on his lap.
Wakumi is asleep.
Tucked away nice and safe in her bed as the bottle of wine finally slipped passed your defenses. The rest of your friends had all headed out an hour earlier and you'd been a bit too excited about the man underneath you staying.
The movie you'd put on was long forgotten when he started tracing patterns along your arms; it didn't take you long to cave and scramble into his embrace. His lashes are pretty against his cheeks as you pull away from the kiss, hands cupping his face.
"Careful, or I'll be giving you another baby." It's a joke— except your thighs flex under his palms in a pitiful attempt to snap together and his lazy eyes sharpen on yours.
"Oh? Like that idea, hm?" He's rasping it against your mouth, shifting to grind his erection into your slick core. There are too many clothes between you, you decide, hands instinctively running down him in the hopes of removing a few layers—
"Mama!" Imaushi chuckles at the soft whimper you let out, gently nudging you into motion when your lips form a pout.
"Go on, I'll wait." Your heart flutters as you wriggle off his lap and stumble to your daughters room; you decide right then you must be in love.
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"I'm glad you're okay." Because even though now you're all grown up and toting a toddler around, you remember being in a gang. The dangers only get worse and worse the older you get; the fact all your childhood friends are still alive and kicking is a testament to their badassery.
"Just a few bumps and bruises." Comes down the line as you pinch the phone between your ear and shoulder, stirring the pot in front of you as Wakumi squeals to be picked up.
"Baby— ah, shit— shoot!" You correct quickly when her socks send her to the floor, letting out a small sigh when she screeches in response. Hefting her up into your arms, you put the burner on low and carry her to the living room.
"Catastrophe happen?" Imaushi is amused, and you roll your eyes over her head when Wakumis dramatics stall in an attempt to listen in.
"Her socks teamed up with the tile floor to beat her up." She's crying again and you put him on speaker, setting the phone on the arm of the couch so you can wrap her up in your arms.
"Oh no, little princess!" You bite back a snicker when she perks up, dramatic sobs quieting to small whimpers so that she can hear him clearly.
"Did those mean ol' socks hurt your feelings?" She garbled out a "yes!" enthusiastically that you're not even sure he understood— but he carries on anyway and you try to wipe the grin off your face.
"Do I need to beat them up?"
"Yes!" Then she's wriggling around to head for the phone, grinning when she snatches it off off couch to yell down at it. Imaushis laughter echoes around your living room and you smile. It's... nice. Comforting.
"Alright, tell your mama to open the door, then." Now you're scrambling, eyes wide when there's a teasing knock at the door.
Wakumi squeals when you yank it open, shoving by you to latch onto Imaushis leg with eager laughter.
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"She loves you." Your murmuring to him as the two of you watch Wakumi toddle around her bedroom. She's setting up the tea party that she'd forced Imaushi to agree to through a series of well placed tears and giggles.
"I love her too." It felt like he was saying more than that when his eyes flickered up to meet yours, a small grin tilting the corners of his lips around the sucker that had taken residence in his mouth.
"... her dad hasn't called since we got here. I think she's, uh, projecting a bit." His smile fades, eyes moving across your features before returning to Wakumi.
"He's a peice of shit." The drawl seems unbothered, but you knew better when his normally droopy eyes focused in on her once more. She's putting on a crown — it's lopsided, but when you offer to help she gives you the stink eye — and then turns smugly to Imaushi.
"Princess." The word makes his eyes widen briefly before he chuckles and lurches forward, lifting her into the air as she squeals. He presses a kiss to her temple before she insists on being put back down and hustles him to the little table where shes set up her plastic tea set.
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"Daddy!" You and Imaushi freeze, turning to the distraught child who has loudly declared that he is her dad. She's sprinting as fast as her little legs will carry her, stumbling enough you catch yourself half jumping up to aid her before sitting back on the bench.
Nevermind the fact her actual dad has finally graced the two of you by agreeing to meet up at the local park, almost a year after you left him. He's just watching this scene unfold with narrowed eyes. He's visibly angry, red crawling up his neck and face, when she limps her way into Imaushis arms, tears trailing down chubby cheeks.
"Oh no!" Wakumi howls, sobbing.
It takes a second to calm her down enough to realize shes not hurt— she's just upset that her stocking ripped, and you're still scrambling for a way to explain that Imaushi isn't her dad when your ex storms over.
"Seriously, Y/N?" Wakumi is still settled on her pseudo-father figures lap when he addresses you, and you're preparing for the impending argument—
"Shut up and move on. If she's forgotten you, it's your own fault for never showing interest. You don't get to come and go as you like and expect there not to be consequences." It's really not his place to intervene, but you don't say anything.
Because when you turn and watch him brush his fingers through her little curls, narrowed eyes softening when he looks down at her, you realize that maybe it should be. Your ex opens and closes his mouth a few times before Wakumi remembers that he's supposed to be playing with her and turns to garner his attention again.
It's the last time the two of you see him.
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"Wakasa—" His hand covers your mouth, a smirk curling his lips as your legs tighten around his waist. Shushing you sweetly, he basks in the way you whimper and writhe under his attention.
"Wanna— fuck— give you another baby. Make me a daddy again—" He groans when your pussy flutters around him; the delicious drag against your walls has you teary eyed. The whispers go on, dropped directly into your ear as he pistons into your core.
Your panting behind his palm, trying your damnedest to stay quiet. Wakumi is in her room down the hall but she's ended up in your bed the past few nights; it feels like a race against the clock as your orgasm teases your senses.
"C'mon, angel, cum for me. One more time. Let me feel you." Imaushis crooning finally throws you over the edge, and you choke back a sob as he follows after you. He droops over you, being careful not to crush you, and the two of you take a moment to just... be.
For two seconds, anyway.
"Mama? Daddy?" Imaushi chuckles when your daughter knocks at the door; rolling off of you to tug his sweats on and you scramble for your own pajamas just before he opens the door.
It's only been a few weeks since he moved in; almost two years since the two of them met, but—
He lifts her into his arms while she rubs her little eyes, letting her droop against his shoulder as you pull the covers back for them to join you. Imaushi leans back, letting her starfish across his torso and tugging the blankets up around the two of them. You lean over to kiss the back of her head, then him, before settling down with a smile.
Imaushi is a good daddy; you wonder when you should tell him he's got another one on the way.
Warning(s): NSFW. Lite Brat!Reader & Ensuing Chaos. Size Kink.
Authors Note: I am not a brat and have never been a brat a day in my life— but I tried. 🙏🏻
You know better— but worse than that, South knows that you know better.
You're lips are pursed, arms folded across your chest as you march through the store. It's stupid, and you know that too. Not getting to go out with your husband tonight wasn't cause for this level of upset but the longer your grocery trip went on, the more sour your mood became. Why couldn't you go? You're glaring at passerbys, ignoring Souths warning looks and huffs of annoyance.
The check out is eerily silent, and if you'd been in a better mood you might have felt bad for the teenager who was scanning your items. South was intimidating anyway because of his size, but combined with the stoic expression on his normally vibrant face, you knew she was probably nauseated. You would have been at her age.
"Sweetheart." There's a warning in his tone you don't heed, throwing groceries into the trunk of the car with narrowed eyes. The anger is all you can focus on. He clicks his tongue and you're vaguely aware you're on your last legs here but then you're buckled in and driving and his hands on your thigh—
"You need to stop."
"Leave me alone." You don't mean it and he knows that, because his fingers flex in a quick little rhythm. They're dancing almost like he's playing the piano and normally it would soothe you.
Today it does not.
"Stop touching me." He does, promptly, and for some reason that just makes you more upset. Glaring between your thigh and his hand, you lose all sense. The car pulls into your driveway and you're out before he's even put it in park, grabbing arm fulls of bags and hauling them inside without his help.
They're tossed haphazardly onto the ground and you begin to pace. He gives you a minute, watching with folded arms, but you can't seem to get yourself under control. It's not until you turn on your heel, glaring daggers, and grab the nearest bag that he even looks concerned.
You suppose you're lucky you grabbed the bread to throw because if it had been something harder, he might have lost his mind. It thumps against his chest, falling to the ground with an ominous crackle of plastic bag. Souths expression never changes, just staring at you as you process the fact your attack did nothing at all.
"Are you done?" Tension shoots down your spine, and you shift on your feet uncomfortably.
The frustration is still there, but it's muted under the weight of his cocked eyebrow. He looks so unimpressed it has you fighting the urge to stomp your foot. He sees it all over your face too, and you're biting back the urge to tell him to shut the fuck up. His lip quirks up the longer you glare, jaw clenched— but as he steps across the pile of groceries, you're bolting.
"Come here. Making me chase you is only gonna make this worse on yourself." You believe him but it's the principle of the situation.
"Fuck you." The words are an impulsive decision you regret immediately when he backs you into a corner. Your back is literally against the wall as you debate making a leap over the couch— but ultimately decide that sounds too dramatic. After all, you're not in qe good of shape as you used to be and the last thing you need is to throw your back out over him telling you no. South would never let you live it down.
His big hand squeezes your cheeks, forcing your mouth into a pout as he breathes out slowly. You know he's praying for patience and you don't even blame him. You're wishing you had some of your own because when you reach up to push at his wrist he actually laughs and it grates on your nerves so bad tears start to sting your eyes.
"Stop being such a brat." Souths grip is immovable and you hate him for that. No amount of pushing or twisting or clawing makes it loosen from your now aching cheeks.
He just waits.
Your rage is simmering into bitter disappointment, eating away at your resolve like acid. It's not fair! You two never get to do anything anymore ever since he started shit with those other gangs and now—
"Aht." He shakes your head a bit as tears finally begin sticking to your rapidly blinking lashes.
"None of that, beautiful. Tell me what's wrong." The way his voice dips into an almost mocking coo just makes it worse. You're embarrassed and frustrated and upset and all he's doing is smirking down at you. That fact reignites your anger and just as you open your mouth to bite at him he tsks, seeing that you're going to keep being unreasonable.
"Fine." He steps back, eyes narrowing; you think he's about to just walk away and for some reason thats making you hiccup back your sniffles. It's not until you reach up to swipe at your eyes that he moves— snatching you up into his arms and hoisting you over his shoulder. On instinct your legs kick a few times before he locks them to his body and totes you towards your bedroom.
"You don't wanna talk about it?" South tosses you onto the bed and you can't help but gape at him, indignant. "You don't have to. I've got better uses for your mouth anyway."
A squeak leaves your lips when he reaches for his jeans, working the zipper down as you weigh your options here. There really aren't any unless you're planning to safeword, but sometimes you like to pretend. The second his cock is in front of you, half hard and leaking, you feel heat gathering in your tummy.
"Open." But that doesn't make you obedient. His sneer gives you goosebumps and you forget for a second you're supposed to be fighting with him when he hooks his thumb into your mouth and tugs your chin down.
The head of his cock lands on your tongue, tangy as it presses into your mouth. He's being surprisingly gentle — most likely recalling the time you actually bit him for something like this, honestly — and that's what has your tongue lulling out so he can work himself into your throat. South is really too big for this; you're going to need so many lozenges afterwards, but his soft groan makes you shuffle closer.
"There's my angel." He caresses your cheek and your lashes flutter.
"Just relax for me." And you do, letting him fuck your throat in slow, easy movements. It's relaxing, in a weird sort of way. Watching his face twist in pleasure as he uses you; the heat in his gaze when his eyes meet yours— it's all so intoxicating. He knows it too, licking his lips when you let out a soft moan, fingers curling against his denim clad legs.
"You're being so good." The words have you squirming, thighs pressing together as you try to generate some fiction. Your jaw is already burning, but you know complaining will get you nowhere. Well, nowhere but over his knee if you push too much harder.
He's a little salty and you move your tongue along the underside of him eagerly. It earns you a soft huff of laughter; a pat to your cheek when he pushes himself deep enough you gag. The little hum in his throat when you swallow around him is what finally makes you melt. He wraps a large hand around your throat, groaning at the feel of him sinking into it so deeply.
It's almost a shame when he pulls out.
"Get on your back and spread your legs." All the fight has drained out of you; leaving you scrambling to obey. The click of his tongue when you grip behind your knees and tug them back has you clenching around nothing; his soft snickers of amusement make your toes curl.
"Look at this pretty pussy." South gathers your slick on his fingers, dragging it up to massage your clit.
"Where's all that fire? All your pissy attitude?" Two digits sink into you without warning and you squeal, nearly losing your grip at the sudden intrusion.
You moan softly when he thumbs your clit, fingers curling and scissoring. It's with such calculated precision that you're almost upset when the coil in your belly tightens threateningly. You are upset when he recognizes the signs of your impending orgasm, slipping from you with a smirk. It makes you whimper, the tears your fought back earlier remaking an appearance on your lash line.
"What did I say about those?" When they leak down your temple, he tuts quietly.
"Angel, dry those up." The argument is building in your chest; heat flooding your veins. You bite down on your lower lip to contain it, but then he's flashing that stupid smug smile down at you and it bursts forward.
"It's your fault! You can't ever just—" A gasp passes your lips when he drops down on top of you, legs drooping around his hips; the head of his cock is teasing your entrance.
"Just what?" The growl gives you goosebumps. Your foreheads are nearly touching— his gaze is fixated on yours.
"Fuck me." It's a pathetic squeak as you're starkly reminded of just how big he is.
It does it's job, though. He pushes into you as carefully as ever, but the stretch makes you whine anyway. It always does. South is gripping your hips, holding you to the mattress as you try and fight the urge to squirm away.
"Taking me so good." It's a soft sigh when he pulls back an inch or two before rocking in again, working himself deep enough you're sure you can see the head of his cock in your stomach. You can't, but your eyes are crossing as the walls of your pussy suck and spasm around him. He just chuckles as you come undone, seating himself inside you.
"All better?" You nod as he eases out of you before pushing back in, earning a soft moan. And it really is all better— the way he's thrusting into you has your toes curling and eyes rolling. It eases your earlier distress to feel him moving inside of you, being with you. Thick fingers find your throbbing clit, massaging it gently as you whimper and whine for him.
"You just needed me, huh?" South murmurs and you choke on a sob as he shifts the angle, leaning back so that his dick is dragging against your g-spot. It's too much, and you're scrambling— clawing at his forearm as he works your clit faster, unsure if you're wanting him to stop or push you over the edge again.
In the end it isn't up to you anyway, because the second he realizes you're about to lose your mind he ups the ante, drilling into you with enough force the headboard bounces. Polite as ever, he grips it to muffle the sound and you whimper at the sight of him.
"S'too much!" You manage to slur out as he chuckles down at you, eyes rolling down your trembling form. It's like a physical touch and you can't help but arch into it, putting yourself on display as best you can with both of you half dressed.
This realization must displease South because he lets out a grunt that you recognize as irritated. Obediently, you push your shirt up for him, biting the hem and wiggling your bra down. It gives him the space he needs to latch onto one of your budding nipples, eliciting another squeal of pleasure from you.
His teeth drag against the sensitive skin and you snap, sobbing softly as he loses himself completely in you. Soft praise is mumbled into your skin — half real and half mocking and sometimes just the right mixture to make you see stars — between love bites.
You're convinced this is it. The time he's finally going to break your body under his giant one; the pleasure of him moving inside of you beginning to bleed into pain as he sucks bruises into the skin of your chest.
But just before it's too much to handle, he pushes in so deeply you can't fucking breathe and stuffs you full. The warmth soothes the ache on your body in the best sort of way; the two of you just still together. His grip on the headboard eases in favor of bracing his forearm beside your head— caressing your hair softly.
"I love you." Is breathed out, lips brushing yours as you reach for him, untangling his hair from the bun he keeps it in.
"I love you, too." You mumble, boneless and euphoric. There's a niggling sensation in the back of your mind that's saying you've forgotten something, but as your husband eases from between your legs in favor of cuddling up to you, you decide it must not have been that important.
》 Ready to destroy the world for you; gives no fucks about anything but you-- however, you wouldn't know that unless you pay attention to his actions. Just because he's naturally very stoic and soft spoken doesn't mean he doesn't care!
DATES CONSIST OF cuddling!
》 He prefers doing something private; would rather spend an evening at home away from the world than go anywhere. If he can just be close to you and not have to deal with anyone else, he's happy.
HUGS FEEL LIKE you're safe!
》 He is probably the safest person for you to be with; plans for every possibility. When your bundled up, head tucked beneath his chin and he's squeezing you close, you can feel it.
KISSES TASTE LIKE white chocolate mocha!
》 The man drinks his coffee like it's water and you can definitely tell; at least it's always sweet.
HE LOVES TO massage you!
》 His favorite thing to do is rub your back for you, and not just because it usually leads to sex. Feeling your tense muscles go lax beneath his hands just makes his heart swell.
SEX IS loving!
》 You're his whole world and it shows in the way he handles you, even down to the words he uses. He just wants to make you feel good, and if that requires calling you his filthy slut, well, he's down.
HIS FAVORITE POSITION IS missionary!
》 He wants to watch your expressions and be able to kiss you without all the contortions required in other positions.
You let out a little groan as he finishes rubbing your back, grinning at him over your shoulder playfully; he raises an eyebrow curiously.
"Mm, 'Saki..." When you roll onto your knees and press a sweet kiss to his lips he gets the picture, chuckling a bit. Your fingers dance up his legs to his belt and deftly undo it; he smirks as he helps you wiggle them down his hips.
"What do you want, love?" He's unbuttoning his shirt as you begin stripping eagerly, hands stroking up his length with practiced ease.
"Make love to me." And he does -- pushing you back down onto the bed with a breathtaking kiss, and promptly sinking into your warmth -- because he can't deny you anything.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck--” You narowly managed to keep yourself upright as you slid down the mountainside, begging your body to just hold out long enough for you to make it into town. It shouldn’t have been difficult. You’d run the trail a million different times; you knew it like you knew your own mind.
Howls went up behind you -- thankfully only two, as compared to what you usually heard in the evenings -- and chills rolled up your arms despite the track jacket you had on. The autumn weather had been so nice while the sun was up, but when you’d opted to stop at the top of your trail and watch the sunset, it had gone from relaxing to frightening in a matter of an hour. It hadn’t even been that bad when you’d started heading home. The problem had come after you heard the wolves.
Now, you weren’t afraid of the local wildlife.
Years of roaming the area -- you’d grown up here, after all -- had pretty much made you immune to most of them. Wolves in particular were everywhere; most of the time they stayed tucked away from any humans wandering through. No big deal.
“Oh, shi--” You yelped as your feet slid out from under you and suddenly you were skidding on your butt. There was some yapping from above you and you made the mistake of looking backwards, catching sight of the giant fucking wolves that had paused on the trail where you’d been moments before.
Luckily, they didn’t seem eager to follow you down the steep slope you’d used to escape, and simply watched you gain your footing at the bottom and head for the parking lot.
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“Y/N!” Oikawa cheered as you wandered into the gym, bag thrown over your shoulder. You waved in greeting, offering a small smile.
“‘Sup?” Iwaizumi rolled his eyes as you made yourself comfy in the stands, settling down behind the bars and pulling out your homework. Supposedly, you liked to do your homework in their gym, but none of the boys really bought into that. Yahaba in particular had commented that you always smelled distressed when you wandered in, and a few offhanded comments to Makki had everyone wondering what your home life was like.
The consensus was that you were avoiding going home, and none of the guys had the heart to run you off despite the fact that they typically had closed practices; after Oikawa himself had okayed your presence, even coach had left it alone. You didn’t argue with the future alpha of Seijoh, after all.
“Are you gonna come watch our practice match tomorrow?” The dopey smile their team captain always had when he looked at you was enough to make them all groan, but what was even worse was the fact that your scent seemed to sweeten under his attention, revealing your fondness for him.
“Awh, is that a formal invitation from Oikawa Tooru himself? I’m flattered.” You cooed, smirking down at him when he sputtered at your mocking tone.
“We were curious!” Oikawa argued, pouting a bit as you hummed in acknowledgement, pulling out your textbook and seemingly dropping the conversation. When the alpha turned those damn puppy eyes on Iwaizumi, the beta let out a long-suffering sigh.
“It’d be cool if you did. Oikawa’s gonna buy us dinner after.” Iwaizumi called up to you, smirking when you squirmed a bit. You perked up, though, masking your feelings by grinning at them when Oikawa turned his whining to this childhood friend.
“Well, when you put it like that, I’d be delighted.”
---
Oikawa loved you.
Well, he wanted you, which was about the same thing as far as he was concerned. His pack accepted you, you liked him, and -- the most telling thing -- you liked Iwaizumi too. Considering that he’d been with the beta since childhood, and their relationship was just one massive blur, the fact that you had the potential to be with either or -- in a perfect world -- both of them was one of the main reasons he’d taken an interest in you.
“Are you okay?” The words clearly caught you off guard as he walked you towards the bus stop, Iwaizumi on your other side. You’d struggled to meet either of their eyes when the rest of the team split and left you three alone, but your scent was still sickly sweet. Well, until it was time for the three of you to part ways, anyway.
“Mm, yeah, just remembering I’ve got some chores to do before bed tonight.” It was a lie, but it wasn’t as though either of them could call you out on it.
“Thanks for dinner, guys,” You smiled so softly at them that his heartbeat stuttered. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
But then you didn’t show up to school the next day.
Or the day after that.
The longer you were gone, the more concerned Oikawa got; the feeling made him uncomfortable. By the end of the week, he was less concerned and more angry. Obviously it was due to his upcoming rut, but he couldn't quite keep himself from being bitter. Did you decide to avoid them? Why would you? They'd treated you so well, pining for your attention.
Where the fuck were you?
His texts went unanswered; calls ignored. Finally, he decided if you wanted to reach out, you would, and put the whole thing from his mind.
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You settled down at the top of your hiking trail, taking in the view with a small smile. This was your favorite spot, minus the one night you got chased by the pair of wolves. Well, you supposed you understood why a little bit better now at least. Quietly, you sniffed at the air, tilting your head back to thump against the tree you’d decided to slump against.
“You done sulking yet?” Kyoutani asked, arms folded over his chest as you hummed softly, staring up at the leaves.
“Sure do wish you’d quit following me around, Mr. Lone Wolf.” The joke earned you a scoff as you snickered to yourself.
“You’re one to talk.” He bit back, smirking as you groaned and pressed a hand to your forehead.
“Oh, I’m sorry that nobody gave me a heads up I’d be turning into a damn--” Howls, distant enough you weren’t too concerned, went up and you scrambled to your feet. For some reason your head started to spin at the sound, goosebumps scattering up your body. Kyoutani smirked a bit, turning to walk down the trail as he stuck his hands into his pockets.
“Wait up!” You whined -- forgetting that your tones were a bit… different now -- and the faux-blonde shuddered.
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“Y/N?” Iwaizumi noticed you first, giving you a wide-eyed look as you slipped into the gym as though you hadn’t been absent for two weeks.
“Oh, hey, Iwa.” You waved absent-mindedly, heading for the stands with a soft sigh. The other members of the team shared a confused look when Oikawa approached you, same cheerful grin on his face as always.
“Sorry, Y/N, we’re having a closed practice today.” The alphas words earned a collective gasp, shocking everyone.
“I see.” You muttered, barely audible, and looked up at the boy from under your lashes. “See you around, then.” Iwaizumi was tempted to intervene when your entire body seemed to shrink at the rejection, a bitter smell wafting off of you as you spun on your heel to leave.
He tried to catch your eye as you passed, brow furrowing at your odd behavior--
Until he smelled it.
On instinct, he grabbed your arm to stop you in your tracks, inhaling deeply just to be sure.
“Y/N, you--” You tsked, shrugging off his touch as you blatantly wouldn’t look at him, gripping your bag more tightly and making a quick escape.
---
“How’re you feeling?” Kyoutani asked as you plopped down beside him, knees pulled up to your chest.
“Uh, I feel like I’m dying, how else?” Because even though you hadn’t realized it right away, the moment Oikawa had asked you to leave the gym -- his gym -- something inside you had promptly shattered. Kyoutani had told you it would get easier as time went on; that the rejection wouldn’t actually kill you, but it sure felt like it would. Your heart was fucking broken. Not only had you been rejected by your family pack, you’d been rejected by the next leader of the Seijoh pack as well, from what your wolfy instincts were screaming at you.
Double the agony, all within a month after your first shift.
“It’s natural.” He promised before shifting to his feet, hurrying to join some of the other gym goers in a game. At least you had Kyoutani, you supposed.
The loner had found you after you’d shifted and, thankfully, hadn’t been as big of an asshole as your family that night. Being chased off your own flesh and bloods territory had been… traumatic, to say the least. After he’d patched you up and taken you home, his parents -- unfortunately not shifters, so they were unable to help soothe the gaping wound in your soul -- had been understanding enough to let you stay in their spare bedroom after he’d explained the situation.
But being in their home was still uncomfortable, no matter how kindly they treated you; Kyoutani had no pack of his own either, and while he seemed to pity you enough to tolerate you for the moment, eventually his patience would run thin.
The thought made you nauseous; you weren’t sure you could handle another rejection.
---
“I’m telling you, she smells like a wolf.” Iwaizumi hissed, glaring up at Oikawa as the other boy practiced his serves.
“That’s impossible, Iwa,” His childhood friend sighed. “We would have noticed way before now.” Technically, that should have been true. Most shifters had their first transformation when they were about thirteen years old, and even among the late bloomers, he’d never heard of anyone shifting for the first time after sixteen.
But he knew what he’d smelled.
“Isn’t it at least worth looking into?” Iwaizumi demanded and Oikawa hesitated, frowning thoughtfully to himself. After he’s impulsively banished you from their practices -- a move that had felt right at the time, but he was slowly beginning to regret every time you scampered away from him in the hallways -- he’d been feeling a little… disappointed. He missed you, he supposed, and wouldn’t it be better to know for sure? Iwaizumi could see all these thoughts flickering across his eyes, narrowed into annoyed slits as the alpha weighed his options.
Finally, he let out a long sigh.
“Alright, fine, we’ll do some digging.”
---
“Good luck, Kyou.” You tried to smile as you halted outside the gym -- at what felt like a respectful distance, even though you had no clue why -- rubbing the back of your neck a bit anxiously.
“Yeah, yeah.” He huffed gruffly. “See you at home.” The words soothed your jitters a bit. Home. You had a home, even if you didn’t have a pack. Even if Kyoutani got accepted into the Seijoh pack.
Golden eyes flickered to you when he hesitated at the doors and you realized you smelled disturbingly bitter. That was something you were growing accustomed to, still. All the smells. Feelings, places, people-- it was all a bit overwhelming, but you were adjusting as well as you could have with only a gruff boy younger than you for guidance.
“Oh, uh, sorry. See you at home.” He nodded before heading inside, and you managed to stifle your anxious whine until the door shut behind him. Letting out a soft groan, you swiped at your misty eyes and willed the despair in your chest to evaporate as you turned to head towards the bus stop.
---
Oikawa could smell you all over the second year, and it was driving him insane. The entire practice he had to remind himself that they were focusing on practice, not pack politics, and, frankly, it wasn’t his business why your sickly sweet smell was stuck to him like glue. It wasn’t. He had to focus on nationals; it was his last opportunity to beat Shiratorizawa. He didn’t have time for--
“Why do you smell like Y/N?” Iwaizumi demanded, snapping before him, thankfully, and Kyoutani gave him a funny look.
“Why do you wanna know?” The two glared at one another for a moment, to everyone's surprise.
“I’m pretty curious, too.” Matsukawa admitted, breaking the tension, and Kyoutani sneered, rolling his eyes.
“She’s staying with my family right now.”
“Why?” Oikawa couldn’t quite keep himself from demanding, butting into the conversation with a pout.
“Seriously, why do you even care? You ran her off, too.” The spiker bit out, irritation radiating off of him in waves at the line of questioning, but Oikawa got hung up on the final growl, head tilting a bit. Before any of them could push for more information, coach called for their attention, and practice continued.
---
Iwaizumi wasn’t surprised to find you settled down near the gym -- just far enough not to encroach on anyone's boundaries -- with your homework scattered around you on the pavement. There was a salty smell in the air that let him know you’d been crying, even if you weren’t at the moment. Oikawa obviously smelled it too, from the way his nostrils flared, but the alpha didn’t approach you.
So Iwaizumi did instead.
“Uh, Y/N?” You were immediately tense; when your widened eyes flickered over to him, it plucked at his heart strings.
“Sorry, I thought--”
“Whoa, chill, we’re not mad at you.” He crouched across from you, inhaling deeply. Sure enough, the earthy tone of wolf was there just like he’d thought; even worse, your sweet smell made sense, now. You were an omega. Fucking Shittykawa.
“I just wanted to see if you were doing alright. It’s been a while since we talked.” You hummed, nodding a bit as you hurriedly began gathering up your papers and stuffing them into your bag.
“Yeah, I-- I’m making it work.” After your things were safely tucked away, you scrambled to your feet and he rose to his full height. You were an omega. The thought made him nauseous, trying to imagine how much harder you’d taken Oikawas words just on that fact alone.
“Y/N,” Kyoutanis voice made the tension melt from your body, and Iwaizumi couldn’t help but feel bitter when you were able to look at the other beta without cowering. “You were supposed to go home.” The gruff boy sighed, hands tucking into his pockets, and you played with the strap of your bag anxiously. Your distress was palpable, and Iwaizumi found himself wanting to reach out and soothe you.
“You couldn’t, right?” Oikawa approached with Kyoutani, looking down at you curiously. “It’s a new wolf thing; being away from your pack is almost impossible in the first few months.” You looked up at him, face abruptly devoid of anything as your scent turned bitter.
“I don’t have a pack.” With that, you turned and walked away; Kyoutani gave them both a pointed look before following.
---
Your tail tapped at the ground as you settled down to watch the sunset, feet tucked under your head. You hadn’t shifted since the first night, and Kyoutani had finally told you that if you didn’t you were just going to feel worse; while you hadn’t immediately gone out and done it, after bumping into Oikawa and Iwaizumi, you’d decided maybe you should.
Like clockwork, as the sun set, a series of howls went up; against your will, you tilted your head back to join them. The sound cut off instantly and you lurched to your feet, darting towards the parking lot to escape any unwanted company. Honestly, all this weird wolf stuff was beginning to grind your gears; you felt like you were embarrassing yourself and messing things up at every turn.
A weight barrelled into your side and you yelped, letting out a long whine as you were wrestled down onto your back, tail tucking immediately as the larger wolf pinned you. Oikawa. You weren’t sure how you knew, exactly, but you did; it shocked you when he startled nuzzling at you, tail wagging behind him. Relaxed you, too. Gently, you pawed at him, wriggling around until he let you up and dropped his head onto yours instead.
Another wolf leapt out of the treeline and you scampered backwards in alarm, nearly rolling down the steep hill like you had the first time you’d seen wolves on your jogging path. It was only Oikawa grabbing you by your scruff that kept you steady, letting out an amused huff into your fur. Iwaizumi.
Of course. The two of them did everything together; why wouldn’t they shift together too? Unlike Oikawa, Iwaizumi simply walked up to you and promptly licked your nose, making you sneeze. For whatever reason, the ache in your chest seemed to lessen by being in their presence, and you didn’t even realize you were wagging your tail until Oikawa tried to pounce it, obviously teasing you.
Iwaizumi yipped and your head cocked immediately. Whatever it was, Oikawa seemed to understand, though, trotting around you to sit beside the other wolf. Was there, like, another language you should be learning right now? Could they really understand one another or was it just because they’d been together for so long?
Another yip.
Your head cocked to the other side, completely confused.
Oikawa laid down and covered his face with his paws, tail thumping the ground behind him as Iwaizumi let out a little growl of frustration. After a long moment of staring at each other, he simply darted off into the trees and you let out a little whine.
“Christ, you really are brand new, aren’t you?” Iwaizumi called and you just stared, waiting. It didn’t take him long before he wandered out of the trees, tugging his shirt on; you could feel warmth crawl up the back of your neck, shifting around as you tried to avoid thinking about his abs. Because holy shit.
Oikawa inhaled noisily, and you were so fixated on Iwaizumi that you noticed his nostrils flare; you realized, to your mortification, that the duo had a lot more practice differentiating smells. The little smirk Iwaizumi gave you made you want to bolt, but instead you let out an annoyed huff.
---
"That… makes sense." You said after a long moment, sitting across from both boys as they gave you a verbal crash course in Wolf 101 with tiny smiles. Oikawa -- to prevent you from running away from them under the guise of getting your own clothes, you assumed -- had loaned you his shirt and boxers to make the whole thing a bit more comfortable. Y'know, instead of sitting naked in the woods.
In reality, you think he just wanted to see you squirm, because now all you could think about was the fact he did not have on underwear; it was growing increasingly difficult not to stare at his defined body, too.
"Not everyone has a designation." Iwaizumi propt his head up with his palm as he spoke, having just wrapped up talking about alphas and beta dynamics.
"And honestly, they don't matter all that much--"
"Hey!"
"-- unless you're this idiot, in which case it's basically his entire personality." You giggled as Oikawa pouted, arms folding over his chest. Don't look, don't look, don't look--
"Have you had a heat yet?" The alpha asked curiously, and you furrowed your brow.
"A what?" Both boys tensed, sharing a glance.
"Your first shift was when you were absent for those two weeks, right?" Iwaizumi clarified and you nodded slowly. Oikawa began counting silently on his fingers, making you pout.
"And you're already a late bloomer, so you're way overdue for one." Against your better judgement, you gave your alpha friend a once over as they spoke with their eyes. This was straight up torture. How could someone be that good looking? Brown eyes snapped to you and you forced yourself to meet them rather than get caught ogling.
"Oh boy." Oikawa breathed out, a low hiss between his teeth, before giving you a knowing grin.
---
You still couldn't go in the gym, despite making peace with the alpha and beta. It was some kind of wolf shit that they hadn't had time to cover that night; you were glaring at the doors from a safe distance as you waited for practice to be over. You supposed you could push yourself through the anxiety that trying to go inside without permission would cause, but why bother? You didn't want to risk making your tentative friendship more strained than it already was.
Thus, you sat down on the sidewalk and fished out a book.
“You could try, y’know.” Kyoutani commented, smirking when you sent him a small pout.
“I can’t!” You insisted, feeling a shudder roll down your spine at even the thought. What if you made Oikawa mad? That thought deleted all others, momentarily shutting your brain off. Why did you care if you made him mad?
“Can’t what?” Think of the devil, apparently, because the brunette came around the corner as you finished whining at your roommate.
“Go in the gym.”
“Nothing!”
You answered at the same time, glaring at one another before the second year just rolled his eyes and wandered away, waving off your embarrassment.Oikawa laughed, crouching down beside you with a shit-eating grin.
“Such a good girl,” The teasing coo had you straightening up, heat abruptly scalding your cheeks. “C’mon.” He grabbed your hand, snickering and pulling you along behind him as he entered the gym.
---
Iwaizumi noticed before anyone else did. The way your eyes fixated on every move Oikawa made, pupils dilating far enough that the color of your eyes was lost. Every now and then he’d look up and see you pressing your hand to your forehead, face twisted up in a scowl. It wasn’t until they started stretching that you snapped, letting out a little whine that had all the shifters present snapping to look your direction.
“That’s my queue.” Oikawa was practically purring as he moved to make his way to you, halted only by Iwaizumi dropping a heavy hand on his shoulder.
“Don’t be gross.” He huffed despite the temptation and the boys shared a long look. Kyoutani shouldered by them, calling your name to garner your attention. Unfortunately, you were two steps from gone, and his voice didn’t quite cut through the haze that had settled over your eyes.
“Y/N.” Iwaizumi tried, and you reacted instantly, letting out a soft hum in question, pretty eyes focusing on him with laser-like precision.
“You need to go with Kyoutani.” You let out a whimper, swallowing it down as your features furrowed once more. He could only imagine how confused you were, fighting with all that raw instinct. It didn’t help that you were clearly dying to be close to him and Oikawa, gaze flickering between them as you tried to shake off all those pesky omega urges.
“I--”
“Now.” Oikawa emphasized, vibrating under Iwaizumis hand, and you obediently scrambled down towards the other boy. The sight had the alpha groaning, tilting his head back to try and wipe away the way the image of you jumping to listen to his commands. It wasn’t until after Kyoutani had lead you out of the gym that Iwaizumi released the other boy, who promptly went to practice his serves.
---
“Kill me.” You begged, hiding your face in a pillow as Kyoutani snickered, awkwardly patting the back of your head. Everything was burning, your panties were soaking, and, frankly, you’d never wanted a dick so bad in your fucking life. But all you had was the emotionally stunted boy who’d adopted you, and his scent made your nose burn unpleasantly.
It wasn’t like Oikawas or Iwaizumis at all.
“I need-- something--”
“I’m begging you to shut up.” He continued patting your head, interrupting your whining with his usual gruffness.
You sobbed, kicking your legs furiously to try and overcome the tingling sensation between your thighs without straight up masturbating. Honestly, the lines between what was considered inappropriate and what wasn't had blurred for you rapidly. At this point you were wondering if you could convince your beta friend to please just fuck you into the mattress so that you could get some relief -- was that a thing? Did shifters do casual sex? -- and you could totally ignore the offending scent if he would. Totally.
“Don’t even go there.” He interrupted as you turned to look at him, opening your mouth to pose the question. Kyoutanis golden eyes had narrowed down on you, pupils blown as he huffed. His hand had stilled on the back of your head; he used it to push your face into the pillows as he stood.
“Just try to relax. It’ll pass in a few days.”
“A few days?” You squealed in alarm, sniffling as he laughed and shut the door firmly behind him.
---
“How’re you doing, Y/N?” Oikawas voice rang out from your phone and you couldn’t help but full-body shudder at the sound of it.
“Help?” You whimpered, fingers slipping down between your legs.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” He cooed, and your back arched slightly at the pet name. “You're on your own this time. I just wanted to check in on you and--”
“Please.” You breathed, hiccuping slightly and he went deathly quiet. “Oikawa, please, I just-- I need--”
“Shh, omega.” Hearing your designation cross his lips sent sparks down your spine as you massaged the bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs, operating more on instinct than anything else as he released a heavy breath into the phone.
“Are you touching yourself?” Oikawa asked softly, voice dropping an octave and making your headspin.
“Yes.” It was a breathy whisper and he let out a groan. You were almost positive you heard him mutter something about Iwaizumi killing him, muffled but still audible, before there was the sound of a door shutting.
“I could just eat you up,” He sighed fondly into the phone. “My pretty baby.”
“Yours?” You swallowed thickly, feeling the familiar coil twisting in your stomach as you used your free hand to slip two fingers into your soaked pussy; if you had any sense of shame, you’d almost be embarrassed at the lewd squelching noise. His low growl seemed to reverberate through your head, making you whine as your hips bucked into your own desperate hands.
“Mine. God, I want to ruin you. You’re just so cute like this.” The low rasp of his voice wrapped you around his fingers; even though your fingers were plunging as deeply as you could reach, you still felt so empty. You needed more--
“You’re so whiny!” Oikawa chuckled, clearly enjoying the little noises you made. “S’not enough, is it? Sorry, ‘mega, I wish I could help you with that. Bet my fingers could reach deeper--”
“Alpha!” The word came out on a plea -- you weren’t even positive why -- and Oikawa let out a low hiss in response.
“That’s it, baby. Just a little more for me; you’re being such a good girl.” His praise was barely audible in your ear, competing with the blood soaring through your veins and your own whimpering. As your orgasm -- finally, finally, finally -- hit, you were babbling nonsense, words slurring as your cunt clamped down on your thrusting fingers. It took Oikawas soft laughter and a quiet “you’re welcome, ‘mega” before you realized you’d been murmuring your thanks over and over to the alpha.
“All better?” He teased as you came down from your high, body going lax for the first time since you’d been rushed out of the gym that day.
“Mhmm.” You hummed, eyes threatening to slip closed.
“I’ll check on you again soon, okay? Make sure you’re drinking enough water!” The words made you crack a smile as he hung up, heart fluttering in your chest.
---
"Uh. Hi." You chirped as you shuffled around your bed, tugging your shirt -- well, one of Kyoutanis, but whatever -- down your bare thighs. It wouldn't mask the smell of your arousal, dampening the sheets beneath you, but you supposed it was better than being completely naked.
Iwaizumi took a deep breath, seeming to soak in your flustered expression from the doorway.
"Feelin' better?" His voice was soothing, unwinding all the tension in your body as he inched into the room.
"Sort of." After your session with Oikawa that morning, the desperation had waned a bit. The throbbing, full body ache was still there, just a bit weaker.
"Happy to help!" Oikawa cheered from behind his friend, surprising you. He kicked the door shut behind him, grin almost predatory. Their scent flooded everything. Every fiber of your clothes, the sheets, the walls-- your pores. It made your mouth water and your eyes cross. You let out a soft whine, ripped from you against your will, and both boys shared a small chuckle.
"So damn needy." Iwaizumi sighed, sitting down beside you on the bed. If your skin hadn't already felt like it was burning, you might have been embarrassed. Thankfully, the heat liked to cloud your head and kick your common sense out.
"But isn't she cute?" Oikawa cooed, settling in on your other side, long fingers curling into the hair at the nape of your neck. The sensation was so intense you actually shuddered, gaze flickering over to the alpha.
“Seriously?” Kyoutani huffed, throwing the door open with a sneer. “Not in my damn house.” Iwaizumi snickered as Oikawa pouted, grumbling about how rude betas could be as he gently took your hand in his.
“Sorry, baby,” The petname coming from Iwaizumi just hit different. “You’re gonna have to behave until we get you home.”
You could do that.
---
You could not do that.
With your face buried against the betas neck -- breathing in his scent with every inhale was getting you high -- all you could think about was how badly you wanted to be filled. He’d been kind enough to ignore the way you would wriggle around to grind yourself against his back, arms almost concerningly tight across his shoulders.
“Not our brightest moment.” He commented to Oikawa, who was grinning ear-to-ear at your desperate panting.
“What else were we gonna do? If we tried to leave her with Mad Dog she’d never get through it. Honestly, I cant believe he didn’t think to get her some nesting supplies.” If you’d been able to pull your face from the tanned boys skin, you would have laughed at the way your friend whined. As it was, though, you let out a low whine of your own and they both stiffened, footsteps faltering.
“Shh, brat, we’re almost there.” Iwaizumi scoffed as you took to mouthing at the tender skin of his neck.
---
Iwaizumi hated when Oikawa was right. Honestly, it was the worst feeling he could think of.
“Iwa!” You whined, the distinctly omega tone making him harden in his jeans. The alpha had warned him you’d been subconsciously using it -- hence his own moment of weakness on the phone a few hours earlier -- and that you’d only use it more as you sank further into your heat. You didn’t even know what you were asking for, if a heat was anything like Oikawas first rut.
Supposedly, the only difference was tactics.
Omegas were built for luring you in with soft whines and comfortably nests; alphas used brute force and intimidation. Well -- Iwaizumi couldn’t help but smirk at the memory of his own alpha whining for him to please please just fuck him -- most of them, anyway. The first time Oikawa had hit a rut he’d been a blabbering mess of irritation and neediness that had just about drove the beta insane; there was a lot of trial and error trying to figure out how to make him feel better. With you, though, he was better prepared.
Another soft keening sound as you shuffled around in the assortment of blankets and other soft things they’d retrieved for you before locking you in Oikawas bedroom.
“Stop whining.” He snapped, crawling on top of you with a low growl that made you quiet immediately. Your misty eyes stared up into his for the first time in what felt like years and he just soaked you in, heart warming uncomfortably in his chest.
“Beautiful.” There was a moment where the fog over your eyes seemed to lessen; a softening of your expression that had him bumping his forehead to yours. Gently, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of the pajama shorts they’d forced you into and pulled them off. Your panties were pulled along as well and his eyes hit the back of his head as the scent of your arousal flooded the room uninhibited.
Once you were naked beneath him he trailed callused hands between the valley of your breasts and along your stomach; watching the trail of gooseflesh raising in his wake. His mouth followed, planting soft kisses as his fingers slipped between your soaking folds. Your moan was quieted when he pressed his lips to yours, swallowing all of your noises as he teased your clit.
“Jeez, you just had to wait a second, Iwa!” Oikawa huffed, pouting down at the two of you as his friend sank two fingers into your aching cunt, turning to give the alpha an unimpressed look as you writhed.
“Shut up and come help.”
---
There were very few things that Oikawa found as beautiful as Iwaizumi.
You writhing between them, whimpering and whining as they slid in and out of your pussy was silently added to the list. Words had left you hours ago, leaving you a bundle of moans and sensations in their grip; listening to Iwaizumi whisper sweet nothings in your ear had sent him over the edge once already, much to the other mans amusement.
“My pretty omega.”
“Our.” The correction was a growl that surprised both of them; Oikawa almost never snapped at his beta. Meeting the other mans eye over your shoulder, Iwaizumi smirked; his free hand snapping out to grip Oikawa by his hair and pull him into a bruising kiss.
“Our pretty omega.” He huffed against the alphas lips as you clamped down on them, forcing them to still inside you with matching moans.
“Yours.” The word was slurred, barely audible as they each littered kisses up and down your face and neck.
Moremoremoremore-- The alpha in him was hissing desperately as you whimpered and writhed beneath him, fingers clawing at his exposed chest weakly.
Your scent was swirling and twisting and suffocating as he rolled his hips, nearly letting out a whine of his own as your pussy pulsed around him.
"That's my good girl," Oikawa cooed in your ear; the lewd squelching sound of your body desperately sucking him inside making him shudder.
"Cum all over my fucking cock-- fuck, yes--" He growled low in his throat, leaning back to take you in with his fingers curling around your throat. Your glossy eyes rolled back into your head and he smirked smugly down at you.
Your orgasm was borderline violent and he couldnt help but snicker as you sobbed, babbling incoherently for a moment as your pussy gripped his cock impossibly tight.
"Alpha," Your voice was raspy croon. "I want-- want your knot, please--" The little hiccups you released as tears gathered in the corners of your eyes were hypnotic; his grip tightened as the aforementioned appendage began catching in your needy little hole. He desperately rutted into you, letting out a soft groan at your blissed out expression.
"Yeah? You want my knot, huh?" Oikawa grinned, the familiar swell signaling he was at his limit.
》 Warning(s): NSFW. Spanking. Reader gets fucked with his baton.
You weren't even sure how you'd gotten here.
One minute you were sulking about Ran cutting his hair -- which felt stupid, but simultaneously was clawing at the softer spots of your heart -- and the next you were thrown over the older Haitanis lap with your pajama pants wrapped around your knees.
You knew sleeping with his brother on his night would grind Rans gears, but you had thought for sure you'd be safe hiding out with Rindou. Apparently, that was not the case, and he was ready to take out his frustrations on you.
"Ran!" You kicked your legs fruitlessly, trying to escape the sting as well as the slow building moisture between your legs. The younger brother just groaned sleepily -- dragging your abandonrd pillow over his head -- when you squealed; the 'thwack!' of Rans baton echoing in the room.
Tears were flooding your eyes as you squirmed in a sad attempt at escape, whimpering when his baton came down again.
"Ran-- 'm sorry! Please, no more." Another pop to your sore bottom as you sniffled, refusing to sob. The cool metal made you squeal as it teased your folds, gathering your slick with every pass over your little hole.
"But you're clearly enjoying yourself, my little lamb. And you gave me such a hard time tonight when I just wanted to be with you." Pressing into your clit, he massages you slowly, smirking when your hips begin rocking against his weapon of choice.
Before you could get too excited, he pulled away and brought it down just below your cheeks, moving the sting to your thighs. When your cry woke Rindou again the man finally gave up his attempts to sleep in his own bed, shooting the two of you a glare that was closer to a pout as he left the room with a sigh.
"Now look, you woke up Rin." Ran chided, bringing the baton to your pussy once more and teasing your needy hole. Slipping the tip of it into you made you melt across his lap, a relieved whine passing your lips.
"Please, Ran. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." The coo you used was designed specifically to coax him into folding, and sure enough he pushed his baton deeper into you with a soft huff of amusement.
"Like this?" His hum as he began fucking you with a sob invoking slowness made you wetter; his nonchalance just made you needier.
Your nodding, rocking back onto the warming metal, made him laugh. With his free hand, he brushed your hair from your face, hooking his thumb in your mouth and pressing down on your tongue. Obediently, you swirled the wet appendage around it and he twisted the angle as a reward.
Sparks of white started shooting across your vision as he bounced the baton against your gummy walls, hitting your g-spot relentlessly.
"Look at you! I can barely move it." Ran teased while you whimpered and moaned helplessly. Your orgasm knocked the wind out of you and he just chuckled, fucking you through it with unnerving efficiency.
"Good girl." A kiss landed on the top of your head and you went lax as he pulled his weapon free of your quivering walls.
Authors Note: I love them SO MUCH. I cannot wait for the Tenjiku arc to be animated cause I need more of them right now immediately.
Ran tilted his head back against the headrest of the booth he was in, letting out a long sigh. You were still avoiding him after the misadventure at the club and the conversation thereafter, and Rindou was taking great pleasure in rubbing it in his face at every opportunity.
Like now, with you practically draped across his lap.
It wasn't that he had an issue with you doting on his brother. He'd expected it since the three of you were kids. His problem was that you were denying him even the most basic of affections; seeing your legs thrown over the younger man's lap was maddening. Watching the rhythmic motion of his arm tracing back and forth on your leg as he spoke with the other occupant of the booth was even worse.
"... right, Ran?" He blinked, masking his confusion with feigned disintest when Rindou smirked over at him. Rather than give a real answer, he let out a noncomital hum, ignoring the curious look you gave him. It wasn't like him to be absentminded, much less when it came to business dealings.
But instead of focusing on the impending deal, he forced his gaze to roam the room, scanning until he landed on a vaguely familiar blond and a devious idea occurred to him. When her eyes met his, he crooked a finger; predictably, she scrambled off her stool at the bar and nearly toppled over in her hurry to reach him. He couldn't help but wonder what the appeal of men like him was for girls like her -- he didn't even take the time to remember her name, where was her self respect? -- but the thought didn't linger.
"Hello again, sweetheart." Your gaze was burning into the side of his head. He could feel the dangerous vibrations you were suddenly radiating; Rindou was very obviously shaking his head from the corner of his eye.
"Hey, Ran." She was cute. Bright eyed and eager to please. Totally different from your seething apathy lately.
"Rindou." You hissed, barely audible over the thump of the music and his brother sighed in exasperation as you moved to flee the booth. To prevent this, Ran promptly threw his leg up across the way, still smiling at the other girl.
"Could you do me a favor?" If there was more rasp to his crooning, it was from the way your hands were white-knuckling the edge of the table with rage.
When Rindou had told him how possessive you were, Ran hadn't really bought into it. He'd figured there was some underlying circumstances that had made you fly off the handle. It couldn't be his promiscuity alone, right? Seeing you now, though, well...
You looked borderline manic.
There was a wild look in your eye as the girl leaned over him, fingers walking down his chest with a giggle. If he wasn't occupied with your reaction, it might have been seductive.
"Rindou." There was a warning -- a desperation -- in your voice that was intoxicating as you begged his brother to help you. It had him hardening in his slacks instantly, letting out a low groan when the blond finally reached his cock and massaged it through the fabric.
"You mean like before?"
You snapped.
Ran almost felt bad when your hands fisted her hair and hauled her backwards to the floor. In seconds you were on top of her, fist rearing back and apparently down to pick up an assault charge off this woman despite the fact he'd been the one goading you. Before you could do any damage, he wrapped his arms around your middle and manhandled you away from the scene. You fought him every step of the way not unlike a feral cat, kicking and clawing to escape him.
"I'll fucking kill her, Ran, I swear to God--"
"Now, now, kitten, don't be like that." Ran huffed, dragging you into the office and letting you go. Your gaze instantly fixated on the door he was standing in front of, teeth bared.
"Move."
"I can't do that, Y/N, you'll--"
"Don't call me that!" Your hands flew up to your head, tugging at your hair as you began pacing the room.
"Your name?" His amusement had you seething; he barked out a laugh when you swiped everything off the desk. You were breathing heavy, glaring from one spot to the next with no signs of coming down from whatever high he'd managed to send you to.
"Little lamb." Ran tool pity on you, cooing the pet name with newfound appreciation. He stepped away from the door, unsurprised when you shoved him back against it with enough force it might have hurt a lesser man.
What did surprise him was when your mouth met his with equal ferocity.
"You're mine, Haitani." The growl was followed by a hard bite to his lower lip; when he tasted blood he shuddered. Your tongue chased it as it flooded his mouth, pressing against him like you were trying to fuse with him.
"Prove it." He panted into the kiss -- if the battle of teeth and tongue could even be called that -- and you were immediately clawing at his clothes. There was a knock at the door that earned another animalistic noise from you.
"Fuck off." The order was barked by both of you and Rindous laughter echoed from the other side as you managed to bare his chest.
"Shit." Ran breathed as your teeth buried themselves in his skin; he was certain you'd drawn blood by the fourth time and the knowledge had him throbbing. Sure enough, when he managed to tilt his head down to look at you, his blood was smeared down his chest and across your lips.
Fisting your hair he slammed his mouth back to yours, using his grip to force you against the wall and notching his leg between your thighs. The way you instantly started grinding against him made him dizzy; he unlatched his hand from your hair and locked it around your throat instead.
"God, I love you." The admission earned him a sinful moan. Or maybe it was the way he'd literally ripped your shirt open with his free hand. Whatever.
You let out a whine as his lips met your skin, sucking bruises into it while he tightened his grip. Your grip went from clawing at his shoulders to his wrist, gasping as his mouth moved from your chest up, up, up--
Ran licked your lips, meeting your frantic eyes with a smirk as you tried desperately to inhale.
"Awh, what's wrong, baby?" He basked in the way your pupils blew out; the shiver that rolled through you.
"Where'd all that fight go?" It wasn't until your lids began to droop that he let up, letting you suck in much needed oxygen as he fumbled with your jeans.
"Ran, please-- I need--!" He snarled when he finally got them down to your knees and spun you around to face the wall. You arched your back, grinding your ass against his now painful erection as he shoved his slacks down just far enough he could free it.
"Shut up," It was barely audible as he lined himself up and slid into you. "Fuck yes--"
"Oh, God!"
"Mm, call me that again, would you, baby?" Ran chuckled in your ear before nipping at your lobe.
"God!" You chirped obediently; it had been a joke but hearing it a second time earned you a growl as he rolled his hips. The sob you let out in response was heavenly.
Your pussy clamped down on him as he slowly pulled out of you, mystified briefly by the fact he was actually fucking you. It was literally one of his wildest dreams to have you bent over like this. Watching as his cock disappeared into your heat was just fucking--
"Ran, faster, please! Please, I-- I need you." It was barely coherent as you squirmed, trying to force him deeper despite the ironclad grip he had on your hips.
"Shh," Running one hand up your spine soothingly, he took his time sinking back into you. "Been dreaming of fucking this pussy since we were teenagers. Let me have my moment." The whimper you released almost made him laugh; he took mercy on you as you sniffled, bottoming out in one hard snap of his hips.
Your knees nearly gave out as he started fucking you in earnest, sliding against your g-spot expertly as he tapped against your cervix. It had to hurt -- if your mixture of squeals and sobs was any indication -- but he was relentless. Punishing you for making him wait so goddamn long to be inside you like this.
The scream you let out as you came nearly had him joining you; he quickly hooked his fingers into your mouth and pressed down on your tongue in the hopes of muffling it. When the wet appendage swirled around the digits he groaned, digging his nails into you in an attempt to hold off on filling you up.
"I'm yours, huh?" Ran panted smugly, twisting your head around by pulling on your cheek.
"Looks more like you're mine. My little-- fuck-- slut." He spit into your mouth, grinning as you fell into another orgasm. Watching your blissed out expression was its own drug; he finally surrendered to the urge to pump you full of his cum when your knees buckled and he abruptly found himself fucking you doggystyle into the floor.
"Christ." He hissed out, head lulling back in ecstacy for a moment.
But then you were turning and scrambling into him, arms locking around his neck and sobbing and--
"Mine. You're mine, Ran." It was rasped against his neck desperately as you clung to him and he fell back onto his ass just so he could haul you into his lap.
The words were repeated softly against his skin as he tugged your pants back into place and tucked himself away. Ran shushed you gently, carding his fingers through your hair as you shook violently in his embrace. Guilt was threatening to overtake the pleasure he'd just been feeling; it'd been fun to tease you and get you riled up, but this... this hurt him.
"Yours." His confession came easier than he'd have expected. "I've always been yours, little lamb. Nobody loves you like I do-- not even Rindou." Your trembling slowly subsided the longer he held you, rocking you a bit.
"Promise?" Ran nearly missed the whisper against his chest.
"I promise, baby."
* * *
Rindou was entirely unsurprised when you came stumbling out of the office in Rans shirt, looking like a hot mess. He silently cursed his brother as you rubbed at your swollen eyes, clearly feeling pretty raw as you scanned the room.
The way your body melted at the sight of him had his heart fluttering; reaching you swiftly he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and guided you towards the exit at the back of the building.
"He's cleaning up." You blurted out as he helped you into his car, as if he cared where his heathen of a brother was when you were looking about ready to drop. Rather than inform you of this, though, he just nodded and walked around to the drivers seat.
Sure enough, Ran followed about five minutes later looking somehow worse than you did. He'd ditched his braids in favor of just throwing his long locks into a bun; the v neck he was wearing did little to hide the dark red rings adorning his chest.
Rindou realized, abruptly, he was jealous that his older brother was wearing your marks.
"You good there, bunny?" He found himself asking as Ran passed you a water bottle from the passenger seat that you promptly downed with trembling limbs. The aftershocks of your meltdown plus whatever debauchery you'd gotten up to with his brother were clearly weighing dragging you under as you curled up in the backseat with drooping lids.
"Mhmm. Jus' tired." Rans smirk grated on his nerves as he watched you drifting from the rear view, pulling away from the club and heading to their apartment.
It wasn't that he begrudged Ran his time with you. Not at all. You jerked awake, fighting off sleep with rolling eyes before succumbing to the pull once more. It was that he wanted it too. Rindou craved intimacy with you. He just wasn't going to push you like Ran; he wanted you to come to him. Preferably without him having to make you snap.
The car ride was quiet as you and his brother both relaxed; it wasn't until the three of you pulled up to their place that you started to look more with it. Tumbling from the car, you let Rindou wrap an arm around your waist and lead you inside. Ran followed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as the three of you paused in the living room.
"I'm going to get the blood off, my little lamb. Try to get some rest." With that and a knowing look directed his way, you and Rindou were left alone.
"C'mon, you can sleep in my room." There was an awkward sort of tension as you shuffled along with him, flopping down onto silk sheets the minute they came into view. He hesitated at the doorway, unsure if he should--
"Lay down." Your whine popped the tension like a balloon and he shrugged himself down to his boxers before crawling in beside you.
Likewise, you shuffled out of everything but Rans shirt before curling into him with a small smile. He wouldn't have been able to see it if it weren't for the dim lighting from the moon breaking through his blinds.
Your lips pressed sweet kisses against his chest, and he just barely resisted the urge to trap you against him.
"Bunny, you don't have to--"
"Shh, Rin." The words were a quiet rasp as you continued; the kisses evolving into little bruises to decorate his skin. Your movements were sluggish but purposeful, caressing every inch of him you could reach before shifting up onto your elbow and looking down at him with soft eyes.
"I--" The words died in your throat, a flustered expression crossing your features. "Can we--?" Rindou grinned, gently nudging you onto your back and rolling on top of you.
"Tryin' to say you want me to? Greedy baby." Crooning softly, he brushed his lips to yours, feeling you go limp beneath him as your thighs dropped open for him to settle against you.
"Please?" Nosing at your neck, he sucked his own marks into you grinding himself against your core with a soft groan. The mewl you let out earned a chuckle against your throat while you squirmed. It wasn't until your fingers were scraping at the top of his briefs that he leaned back to kiss you in earnest.
There was a distinct tang of copper on your tongue as the kiss deepened and you irritably tugged his underwear down. He shifted himself back far enough to kick them off completely before slowly unbuttoning your shirt.
"Patience." Rindou teased as you threw the shirt to the floor -- quickly followed by your bra -- and he stroked his cock.
"Rindou, please. I want you." The little pout you sent him had his heart stuttering in his chest and he found himself unable to resist you anymore. Gently, he tugged your panties down your legs and dropped them with the rest of your clothes, eyes rolling down your naked body appreciatively.
"Let me take my time." Your eager nod of agreement was what made him lean down to reattach his mouth to yours, pushing himself into your wet heat slowly. Soft moans filled his room in tandem as he bottomed out, eyes rolling back into both of your heads.
"That's-- Rindou--" You hiccuped his name as he pulled out equally slowly, mesmerized by the way your walls sucked and pulsed against him. It wasn't that he'd never had sex before -- not that he'd ever address it with you; he was happy to learn from Rans mistakes -- but for some reason everything just felt... more.
Humming softly to acknowledge your little whimpers of his name, sinking in and out of you at what must have been an agonizing pace from the way you were clawing at his back. Your heels were digging into his ass, trying weakly to force him into you more quickly despite the way you were only getting tighter.
Sure enough, you clamped down on him moments later, babbling incoherently against his neck while riding out your orgasm and he chuckled breathlessly.
"Feels good, huh, baby?" You were nodding desperately against his shoulder, legs trembling as he kept to his slow strokes against your insides.
This pace was never going to satisfy him-- not right now, when all he wanted to do was slam himself into you. But he knew Ran had probably been too rough on your pretty little pussy, and he wasn't keen on adding to the limp you'd probably have tomorrow.
Another orgasm sucked him deeper into you, though, and the way you sobbed his name made him decide he didn't care.
"Let me ride you." A sudden burst of clarity from you, pawing weakly at him to roll over. Obediently, he withdrew long enough to sit up against his headboard and you'd joined with him again in seconds.
You kissed him sweetly, cupping his cheeks and rocking your hips; using his throbbing cock to stir up your insides. Rindous fingers dug into your hips, making crescents in your skin and guiding you to move faster with a soft hiss.
"Just like that--" He groaned into your panting mouth, pleased with the responding mewl you gave him in response. Your hands were everywhere again, caressing his chest and shoulders with quick, jerky movements before finally settling in his hair and pulling.
It was the added spark of pain that sent him over the edge, pumping his seed up into you with another hiss of pleasure. Your name passed his lips softly, breathed into you like a prayer and he received a breathless giggle in response as your pussy milked him dry.
* * *
Ran smiled softly down at the pair of you an hour later as he crawled into the bed and curled up behind you. Petting your bare side, he let out a relieved sigh into the top of your head.
Rindous eye peaked open, a small smile tugging onto his lips as well. His hand landed at you'd waist, pulling closer to your front as the three of you dozed into a deep sleep.
Authors Note: I love an Incubus fic. They're so subtle that you could almost miss it.
Draken kissed like he was dying.
It was something you were used to. The way his hands gripped your waist too hard; the bruising of your lips afterward. You never came out unscathed. Always gasping and dazed as he drew you against his body. Always needy.
"Shh, pretty girl," His nails were digging into your hips, surely drawing blood. "Just a lil' more." It was breathed against your mouth as you whimpered, squirming beneath him.
His kisses were a drug because you couldn't even remember how he'd gotten you on the bed, much less how your legs had ended up around his waist as his fat cock tried to squeeze into you. It hurt. You clawed at his chest, trying desperately to get some distance from the stretch and he groaned.
"Ken-- stop! It hurts--" Your sniffling whine was silenced by another kiss; it seemed to numb the pain he was causing, replacing it with a burn of another kind.
"Almost there, baby." There was a rasp to his voice that made you shiver pleasantly despite your soft sobs. His hiss of pleasure when he finally -- finally, finally, finally -- bottomed out in you made it all worth it, though.
Draken froze, panting above you as the pair of you took a moment to adjust. Staring up into dark eyes, you struggled to see beyond his dilated pupils.
But then he was kissing you again, grinding his hips in just the right way; you were seeing stars behind your lids even before his deft fingers started tormenting your clit. His name was whimpered and whined into the otherwise still room, accompanied only by the soft 'thump!' of the headboard bouncing against the wall and his occasional groan.
"I lo-ove this pussy, baby," Your nails were buried in his shoulders as you sobbed desperately for release. "Always so fucking tight for me." The praise wasn't unusual, but there was a lilt to his voice -- almost an echo -- that made your head spin.
"Cum."
The order had bite to it; your body obeyed without even a hiccup. He pulled back to shift positions and your hands were dislodged and replaced by your ankles. Bent into a mating press meant you had no control over the pace -- not that you did in the first place -- and he was brutal with it.
"Too much! S'too much--" Thrashing only earned you a growl that didn't even sound human, followed by dark laughter as Draken twisted your poor little clit just right and sent you over the edge again.
"I'm not done with you yet." The words were lost on you; brain finally fizzing offline as he continued to use your poor little pussy. Unable to focus on anything but the drag of his cock against your tender walls.
"You take me so good." It was hissed as his head tilted back: your eyes were crossed as he brushed your g-spot but you could have sworn he had horns for a second--
"Ken!" His name left your mouth in a wail and you were once again twisting, trying to escape the feeling desperately. It was too much! Too much, too much, too--
"Delicious." His hands were gripping your calves, eyes gleaming with an unholy light; reflecting red from... something before he leaned down to kiss you again.
So then what was that pressing against your other hole?
