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Kiss Me | Chapter 4

A/N: this is chapter 4 of my multi-chapter Oihina, Omegaverse AU. You can find the main post for this fic here: TLTOO

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

He doesn’t actually expect Hinata to do it.

It’s more of the reaction that Oikawa is looking for. What Hinata will say.

See where his comfort lies around Oikawa.

So imagine Oikawa’s surprise when he turns his head in Hinata’s direction, only to see the redhead holding up the chopsticks with a mouthful of food on it, ready to give to Oikawa with no hesitation at all.

It nearly catches Oikawa by surprise, and he blinks his eyes wide open as he stares at the food in front of him—almost in disbelief that this is happening—then at Hinata who looks so determined to get Oikawa to eat more.

Hinata doesn’t look uncomfortable about it at all. And that fact alone has the sides of Oikawa’s lips slowly curl up with a bemused smile.

“…” Oikawa’s eyes remain on Hinata as he carefully shifts his body forward, his head moving down and his lips opening to take the bite into his mouth, all while he watches the changes in Hinata’s expression as he does so.

The gradual increase in the size of Hinata’s eyes. The small parting of awe from Hinata’s mouth.

His eyes alight with intrigue and something a little headier.

And that blush that Oikawa can never get enough of whenever it surfaces on Hinata’s cheeks and nose.

Oikawa swallows the bite—it’s not his favourite dish, and he wouldn’t go out of his way to eat it for himself, but it’s worth eating it if he gets to see Hinata like this—and he smiles around the chopsticks as he slides his mouth off, licking his lips.

“Thank you,” Oikawa murmurs in that sweet and low voice of his.

And Hinata doesn’t know why his head feels all light and fuzzy from that small act alone, and it feels like he has to force himself to break eye contact with Oikawa—and god, his lips feel dry when he wets them as he turns his head to pick up some more food for himself to eat.

“I—um,” Hinata clears his throat, willing his heart rate to stop beating so damn fast, as he picks up some rice to eat, and swallows with a gulp, “as long as you’re eating more than just bread for dinner.”

Oikawa watches as Hinata goes in for another bite, and he beams with a playful note in his tone. “And here I thought I was supposed to be looking after you.”

But Hinata moves quickly after taking his own bite as he picks up some rice and brings it towards Oikawa. Again.

And Oikawa’s heart leaps in his throat at the sincerity in Hinata’s eyes, coupled with the fact that he’s giving him another bite—he didn’t think it would go in this direction but he’s certainly not complaining.

“We can look after each other, you know.” Hinata’s voice is warm. Something that reminded Oikawa of a lit candle on a winter night. The words causes warmth to trickle through Oikawa.

(And there’s a small part of Oikawa that fully acknowledges just how fucked he is for the future now that he’s certain Hinata will ruin him for anyone else—but that’s a worry that he can pick on later.)

With that, Oikawa’s eyes drop to the food waiting in front of him, and he lets out a hum of acknowledgment as he goes in to take another bite.

It stays like that for a bit. Hinata switching between eating a few bites and feeding some to Oikawa.

It’s not how either of them envisioned their dinner will play out—but it’s not so bad.

It almost feels domestic between them, and Oikawa has no idea why but—

It feels more intimate when Hinata takes his time to carefully feed him.

The bond that forms with Hinata sharing his food. The care behind it to make sure Oikawa is eating as well.

And maybe it’s because Oikawa has never done this with anyone else—that makes this feel like they’re gotten closer already.

But it’s nice. And with Hinata—it just feels so natural when he does it.

Oikawa wouldn’t mind doing it more often with him.

“You finish the rest,” Oikawa leans back in his chair, brushing off some crumbs off his hands from the bread he finally got to finish, and delivers an appreciative smile that’s too genuine to think there’s anything else behind it as he looks at Hinata. “Thank you for sharing.”

Hinata swallows down another bite—they managed to finish 3/4 of the container together—and he turns to give Oikawa a small bow as he mutters, “Thank you for buying the food.”

It’s starting to get more noticeable now.

Hinata’s scent seeps through the air, euthanizing Oikawa’s senses as it fills his nose, and the idea that he planned to scent Hinata again comes back into full swing in his head.

It’s not that he has to anymore.

They’re alone, in a private space, away from anyone else being able to smell Hinata.

But he already promised Hinata he’ll do it after they washed up, and from what he was able to tell from earlier—

Hinata seemed to be looking forward to that.

And honestly—so is he.

Oikawa’s smile blossoms in full in response to Hinata, and he straightens out of his seat, motioning towards the kitchen counter. “I’m going to make some tea.”

It gives Hinata some time to finish his food, while Oikawa can take that time to form some kind of plan in mind.

To think about how he wants to navigate the rest of the night.

What Hinata’s body needs to be satisfied until tomorrow morning when he knows things will be much more intense and messier for them both.

It grows into a comfortable silence after that with Oikawa putting some water to boil as Hinata finishes the last bits of food he has.

It feels as if they’ve done this many times before—just sitting here while they do their own thing in the kitchen—that it doesn’t feel like they need to fill the silence with empty conversations.

And it’s pleasant. Something Oikawa can envision happening more often in the future if he allows his brain to do so.

“Any specific kind of tea you have in mind?” Hinata turns his head, both eyebrows raised at Oikawa’s question, and he wipes his mouth with a napkin once he finishes his last bite of food.

“Um,” Hinata swallows as he considers it, his stomach feeling full and satiated, and lifts his shoulders in a faint shrug, “I’m okay with whatever you decide to have.”

Peppermint tea it is then, Oikawa muses to himself, as he takes out two mugs and drops a tea bag in each, all while Hinata cleans up after himself and throws whatever is necessary in the trash.

And when Hinata joins Oikawa near the kitchen counter—both of them watching the water boil in the kettle—

Oikawa turns to simply admire Hinata from the side.

How he always seems to be focused on something, and how cute Hinata looks whenever he’s not paying attention.

He wonders how many times someone has told Hinata how unfair it is for him to look this good all the time.

But now that food is out of the way, and Hinata is right there—his scent right under Oikawa’s nose—

“…” Oikawa’s lower lip gets pinched between his teeth before he’s exhaling a small breath and clearing his throat. “Hey.”

“Hm?” Breaking out of whatever trance Hinata was in while watching the kettle, he turns his head at Oikawa’s voice—big, brown eyes looking back at Oikawa, and the brunet’s heart stalls for a moment.

Is he ever going to get used to Hinata looking at him like this?

Feeling his throat a little dry, Oikawa tries to ignore it with a slight tip of his lips. “You know how I said I was going to scent you again after your bath,” he doesn’t miss the way Hinata’s eyes light up at the reminder, and Oikawa angles his head to the side as he asks tentatively, “Would you like me to do that now?”

Hinata’s mouth opens faintly as he thinks about it and—

It’s not like he needs Oikawa to do it now.

Hinata isn’t about to freak out. He doesn’t feel like he’s about to crack with being overwhelmed by his own scent.

There’s no need to cover how he smells now that they’re alone and away from their team and anyone else that knows them.

But…

Hinata’s chest rises with a long breath, and he feels his head already slowly nodding before he can form the words in his mouth. “Please.”

…He likes the feeling of Oikawa rubbing his glands. He likes how Oikawa’s scent feels like a warm and thick blanket being thrown on him, making his nerves calm down just a bit, and his glands aren’t so swollen.

He likes knowing that he smells a little like Oikawa. He likes knowing that his scent is also on the man as well.

And it’s that one simple word that has Oikawa immediately crumbling on the inside, now fully aware of how easy it is for him to do whatever Hinata wants with one. Damn. Word.

“…Come here then,” It’s not a command. Oikawa hasn’t used one on Hinata (yet), but god—the impact it has on Hinata feels like one.

It’s the way Oikawa says it with his voice falling suddenly lower, and it seeps into the air like smoke—all drugging and hazy.

It has Hinata’s eye-lids dropping and thick warmth beginning to course through him as his legs move on their own, and he can feel his breathing becoming heavier when he’s so close to Oikawa that he has to strain his neck to look up at him, and he uses the kitchen counter to support his back.

Oikawa follows, almost looming over Hinata as he leans against the counter, and—

Like this, Oikawa can see the small tremors coming from Hinata.

He can smell the excitement but also a very faint hint of uncertainty woven into that scent from the redhead.

And it’s not the same as the changing room where everything felt frantic. Rushed.

Where Oikawa just had to get Hinata to calm down and make sure it isn’t obvious to the public that he was about to go into heat.

They have time, now.

There’s no need to rush and they can savour it this time.

And Hinata is ready, already making his neck as exposed as it can be, almost feeling excitement play at his nerves to feel Oikawa’s skin on his.

But then the question that Oikawa asks gives Hinata a slight pause—

“Can you give me your wrists?”

But Hinata doesn’t question it. He slowly moves, obediently lifting his wrists for Oikawa, his eyes seemingly hopeful as he waits for Oikawa to do whatever it is that he has in mind.

It pulls a gentle smile from the brunet. “Good,” and Hinata swears his whole body can be set alight alone just by hearing small praises from him.

“Like this,” Oikawa carefully guides Hinata’s hands, one on each side of Oikawa’s neck, and Hinata seems to catch on as he straightens up, doing the rest himself as he tries to find those sensitive spots on the man’s neck.

He’s never scented anyone else—obviously—so it takes a moment for Hinata to find those sensitive glands.

But when he finally does, his wrists pressing ever so lightly against them—

It’s like a crackle of electricity that sparks through them—both of them giving off a reaction and their eyes meeting at the same time. Wide. And Hinata’s lashes flutter against his cheekbones when he starts to delicately rub over Oikawa’s glands.

And that initial shock—that spike of heat they both felt—turns into something a bit more intense. Deeper.

It runs through their bones and Oikawa has to bite onto his lips to stifle a low groan at the contact.

“There you go,” Oikawa breathes with encouraging words, and short puffs of air escapes Hinata’s mouth, each time it gets faster and heavier.

Oikawa’s eyes immediately sweep down to hook onto Hinata’s lips and—

Just like in the changing room, Oikawa feels his lower stomach ignite with heat as he watches those lips. So pink. So nice. Just waiting for him to just lean down and claim with his own.

But he doesn’t.

Instead—Oikawa brings one hand up to brush against Hinata’s neck, and he doesn’t miss the small, reflexive shiver that runs through Hinata when Oikawa starts to massage his wrist against that sensitive area on the other’s neck.

And he’s gradually becoming more grateful by the minute that he never did this with anyone else.

That he got to save this feeling—and everything that comes with scenting someone—with Hinata.

Because this isn’t something he wants others to experience with him.

It’s more personal. Something more special.

And that selfish part inside him is reeling at the fact that he gets to be Hinata’s first for this as well.

That this little thing is just for them.

Everything seems to slow down within that moment, both of them in their bubble of closeness and mixing their scents until you can’t distinguish between the two anymore, and it’s quiet—save for Hinata’s small breaths inhaling and exhaling every so often.

It’s a moment that Oikawa doesn’t mind for it to last all night. He finds himself enjoying the touch of Hinata’s skin against his way too much. How determined Hinata is to make sure he’s rubbing Oikawa’s neck glands in the right way.

It remains like that for a bit—until Hinata finds himself unconsciously closing his eyes, and nuzzling a little more into Oikawa’s hand that’s near his neck, letting out a soft vibration that almost sounds like purring.

And Oikawa doesn’t want to break this…spell that they’re in right now.

It just feels too good. Like he can float in the air.

But there are still some things that need to be talked about first.

Especially if he wants this whole thing to run somewhat smoothly.

And there are things that he feels Hinata deserves to know before they commit to all of this together.

Oikawa’s tongue darts out to wet his lower lip, he finds it a little hard to swallow with how dry his throat feels, and he’s the first to break the blissful silence—his voice low and a little ragged. “…Can I tell you something a little more personal?”

Hinata blinks open his eyes to look at Oikawa, and he finds it so welcoming, almost drawing him in and making him feel like he can say whatever is on his mind without any judgement.

It’s another quality about Hinata that he admires. The fact that Hinata never judges, no matter what, and it makes so easy for people to talk to him and be open around Hinata.

And Oikawa is no exception.

When Hinata gives him a small, encouraging nod, Oikawa lets his lung fill with a deep breath before he speaks again. “I…” His heart is beating so hard he can hear it in his ears—he doesn’t know why, maybe it’s because he’s being completely honest and vulnerable with Hinata—and his breathing is a little shaky as he exhales, “I never…done this before.”

Hinata’s wrists stop moving for a moment, and his eyebrows pull down. “Scenting someone?”

Oikawa tips his head. “Part of it but,” he lets out a slightly taut chuckle, like he’s genuinely nervous about admitting this out loud when he knows he shouldn’t be because this is Hinata he’s talking to—but still, “being with an omega throughout their entire heat—taking care of them—it’s my first time.”

Hinata knows his eyes must double in size, and he doesn’t say anything at first as he looks into Oikawa’s eyes—noting the pure honesty behind them—and he gulps.

It’s almost hard to believe.

There’s no way Oikawa—the man that everyone in their team knows likes to sleep around—has never…

That’s…

It’s…

“So,” Oikawa’s wrist also stops moving, and he settles for resting his hand on the side of Hinata’s neck instead, his thumb gently swiping over his scent gland as he adds on, “this is all sort of new for me.”

Hinata takes that in. Lets it sit as he considers what that means.

…Ans it’s surprising.

He always assumed Oikawa knows so much about all of this because he’s done it all before with others.

But if that’s not the case then—

What the hell did he even do? Was it just for the sex?

Did he not stay to look after the omegas he slept with?

Part of Hinata wants to know—to ask and learn more about this part of Oikawa.

But the other part of him wants to stay curious.

It’s not exactly ideal to hear about all the other people Oikawa has slept with—even though Hinata has no right to harbour those feelings—

He still feels a little possessive right now. Blame it on the heat.

And the fact that Oikawa just admitted that to him when he didn’t have to—

“…Me too,” Hinata murmurs, a spark ricocheting up his spine at the idea that he gets to be one of Oikawa’s firsts for this.

That this is another thing—another something special—just for them.

“…” The side of Oikawa’s lips tips up in acknowledgment.

He kind of figured it was Hinata’s first time doing this too.

Guess it’s a learning experience for them both.

But it has a different effect when you hear the truth out loud, and Oikawa has no idea if it’s excitement or nerves that has his stomach rolling at the admission.

Oikawa leans back a little—cool air immediately rushes in to fill the space left between them—and Hinata’s arms fall back to his sides while looking up at Oikawa.

Oikawa tucks a few strands of hair behind Hinata’s ear. “…I’m saying all of this because I may look like I know what I’m doing but—” Oikawa’s eyes harden, and there’s something akin to a plea behind those eyes that Hinata recognizes, “I need you to be honest and upfront with me about what you want.”

Hinata blinks, a little taken back by that, with his mind still trying to grapple with the fact they’re spending his heat together, and Oikawa lets out a low, breathless laugh. “Because I have no idea what I’m doing. I’m just following what my instincts are telling me to do and what I’ve heard about what omegas are like and need while in heat.”

It’s a lot to take in.

It has Hinata’s breath catching in his throat, and a million thoughts are racing through him at once but he doesn’t seem capable of expressing any of them out loud.

And out of all of that—

Hinata knows it’s stupid—especially since it’s been established multiple times before—and he shouldn’t have to ask but—

Just to be completely sure—

“…So you’re spending my entire heat with me?” He almost sounds doubtful, like it’s almost unreal and just a hope that Hinata shouldn’t rely too much on.

But Oikawa’s responding smile, the reassurance in his eyes—it’s all Hinata needs.

“I said you won’t be alone,” Oikawa repeats his words from earlier, and he doesn’t remember when he’s gotten closer to Hinata, but their bodies are almost touching at this point. “It’s up to you to let me know how involved you want me to be in it.”

Which really means—

Is it just the care and scenting that Oikawa is here for?

Or is it everything else that comes with spending a heat with an alpha?

Does Hinata want Oikawa to do more with him? Does he want Oikawa to make him feel good in other ways?

Does he want to be knotted—

“Which is why I need you to not feel ashamed about anything,” Oikawa continues, his lashes sweeping over his cheekbones as he looks down at Hinata. “Anything you want, anything you feel, or need—I need you to tell me, okay?”

Is it really that easy?

“R-right,” Hinata has no idea why his voice sounds shaky—maybe it was the afterglow of being scented and how blissfully numb his limbs feel from it—and his eyes decides to act for him as it flies down to look at Oikawa’s lips.

And Hinata swallows hard, muttering absentmindedly. “…Yeah, okay.”

Oikawa’s lips look so full—so easy for Hinata to just sink his teeth into—

Hinata’s eyes flit back up to meet Oikawa’s, and maybe it’s because Oikawa has been so open with him lately. That he’s been making him feel so comforted and at ease, touching him and making sure he’s fed and cleaned.

But Hinata feels heat punch him in the stomach, coiling and expanding as his eyes move from Oikawa’s lips back to his eyes and—

…Anything he wants?

Oikawa doesn’t miss the way Hinata’s eyes, so clouded and curious, keep looking down at his mouth.

He feels warm from it. Because he can obviously tell what Hinata is thinking about.

What he probably wants at the moment with this way he’s looking at Oikawa.

His heat is probably starting to get at him more now, Oikawa notices, and he can pick up notes of something thick and sweet in the air from Hinata.

But is he going to make it that easy for the redhead?

“Good,” Smiling lazily in his usual lackadaisical way, Oikawa lifts a brow, his voice low and teasing. “…Is there something that you want right now, Hinata?”

Why does it always sound so suggestive whenever Oikawa says his name?

Hinata’s knees feel like they might buckle, and he feels so hot—is the AC off or something?

And the only sound he manages to get out is a tiny, “Um,”, still focused on Oikawa’s lips.

How wet they are. Inviting. And Hinata would be embarrassed by the fact he can feel himself getting a little excited—slick starting to leak out of him—at just the thought of kissing him.

“I—um,” Hinata falters, tongue feeling tied, and Oikawa has no intention of helping him as he continues to smile down at Hinata, all knowingly, and his eyebrow continues to rise as he waits for Hinata to say something a little more intelligible.

“You…you said anything?” Hinata feels the need to reiterate, and all Oikawa does is hum, and he moves closer—bringing his hands out on either side of Hinata as he holds onto the edge of the counter, simply caging Hinata between his arms.

And Hinata swears he’ll disintegrate right there from the new position they’re in—then Oikawa’s eyes drift from Hinata’s eyes to his mouth, and Hinata thinks his heart might just jump out of his chest at this point.

“Anything you want,” Oikawa confirms lowly, almost sounding breathless himself, and Hinata—

His head feels a little too muddy and light to care about how he sounds at this moment—the embarrassment of his question is so simple—and like Oikawa just said before—

He shouldn’t be ashamed of what he wants, right?

“…So if I said something like a kiss…” Hinata mumbles, and he hates how heated his cheeks get right after.

It’s weird how they were simply friends—teammates that hug every now and then—just minutes ago, only to end up here. Like this. The implication of going past their boundaries with each other for the next few days—their fates being altered at this very moment—

And it’s not like Hinata has never kissed anyone before.

But for some reason—when it comes to Oikawa—

It gets Hinata feeling so flustered over something so little when he knows they’ll probably do way more than just kiss during his heat.

He may not have spent it before with someone else, but he isn’t oblivious to what goes on during an omega’s heat with a partner.

It’s hard for Oikawa to hide the smirk that threatens to show up on his face, and he tilts his head lightly to the side. Mirth glinting in his eyes. “Is that what you want?”

The hurricane in Hinata’s heart is still there, but he gets his head to slowly nod anyway.

He wants so badly right now.

And he waits for Oikawa to do something.

To lean down and kiss him—Hinata even has his mouth parting open, ready, with anticipation leaving every breath he exhales.

But—

“So do it,” Oikawa says, his voice a sweet, intoxicating timbre and a little daring. “Kiss me.”

But then he surprises Hinata with that instead, and Hinata merely pauses with his breath stuck in his throat and a frown instantly forming on his face.

It’s not like Oikawa is asking Hinata to sell his soul to him.

It’s just a simple kiss. And Hinata appreciates that Oikawa is asking him to do it—acting as if this is his last chance to back out if he wants to.

And yet—

Hinata feels like his entire world will change once he does so.

And he can chalk it up to it being because Oikawa is a friend but—

So is Kageyama. And the few other people he’s kissed in the past.

And Hinata has kissed Kageyama many times before so this shouldn’t be a big deal but…

But it is.

Because with Kageyama—it was just a kiss. Nothing else behind it. No deeper meaning than just two people wanting to fool around for a bit.

To merely pass the time together. As friends.

And maybe that’s why it feels different now with Oikawa.

Because it isn’t just him kissing a friend.

It won’t feel that way and Hinata knows it—because with Oikawa, they won’t be simply friends after this.

And Hinata doesn’t know if he’s scared to face that or not.

But is that going to stop him from finally kissing Oikawa when that’s all he’s been thinking since he left the changing room today?

Absolutely not.

His body is already moving before he’s able to make up his mind, and he’s rising on the tips of his toes, his nose brushing against Oikawa’s, and—

Even though he asked Hinata to do it first, or how obvious it was that Hinata wanted to kiss him and vice versa—

Oikawa is still startled by it when he feels the chaste press of Hinata’s mouth against his.

It’s not aggressive or charged—even with the building tension between them.

It’s sweet but brief, and Oikawa can faintly feel the hesitance behind it.

And Oikawa doesn’t even have the chance to react because Hinata drops to the heels of his feet soon after—the kiss ending within a blink of an eye—and he finds himself leaning down a little more, practically chasing after Hinata’s lips.

Damn.

Hinata looks surprised that he did that—his mouth open and his breathing is short as he tries to process that he just kissed Oikawa Tooru. However brief it was.

He actually did it.

And both of them are left standing there for a moment, silent, their breaths mingling between the small space that’s been made between them, both seemingly wrapping their head around that quick little peck.

But then Oikawa’s shoulders lower, his tongue rolls out to wet his lower lip as if he can try to savour the taste of where Hinata’s lips were, and there’s this hunger for more in his tone when he breaks that silence.

“Again.”

Hinata’s eyes gradually widen a fraction and—

This time, he’s quicker to react. He’s not so hesitant behind his movements.

He heaves a small breath, his hands coming up this time for some leverage as he holds onto Oikawa’s shoulders, and he goes on the tips of his toes again to press his lips against Oikawa’s.

It’s still brief, fleeting, but he can feel his nerves catching fire all at once at the contact.

But when he goes back down, their lips hovering each other, and Hinata thinks that’s the end of it.

He feels a smirk spread against his lips, and Hinata shivers when Oikawa looks at Hinata’s lips from under long, dark eyelashes, and leans forward ever so slightly, determination in his voice, “Again.”

Guess he isn’t the only one that’s needy here.

Hinata lets out a low breath, almost amused, and he wets his lips he does it with a little more force this time as he goes to kiss Oikawa, feeling much more confident in what he wants compared to the first time, leaving his lips pressed against his long enough to find that Oikawa’s mouth is really soft and—

Right when Hinata is about to lean back down—

That’s when one of Oikawa’s hands comes up to hold the back of Hinata's head—keeping him in place—and he uses that hold to lightly push Hinata’s head closer, deepening the kiss and making it last a little longer.

It causes Hinata to suck in a sharp breath through his nose, he makes a small sound at the back of his throat, and his eyes fall completely shut—all while Oikawa kisses him back like he’s been waiting to do this all day.

His lips are so soft.

That’s what Oikawa initially thinks about when he finally kisses Hinata.

Soft and they seem to fit so perfectly against his and—

Oikawa’s lungs feel like they’re burning. His entire body feels like it’s on fire—starting from his lips.

It’s the acknowledgment that Oikawa knows he’s doomed right from the moment he got a taste of Hinata’s mouth.

And what’s even worse is that he’s quickly realizing he doesn’t care if this all blows up in his face later on—

It’s worth it. This feels too good.

It’s worth it when he gets to feel Hinata’s hand move up to hold onto the back of his neck, and his fingers bury into the short hairs falling on his nape.

It’s worth it when he gets to put his hand on Hinata’s lower back to push him even closer—feeling all those muscles under Hinata’s shirt against his body—and giving Hinata’s lower lip a sweet, gentle pull and sucking on it until Hinata is shivering against him.

And Hinata…

He’s starting to understand the meaning of what it’s like to be ‘kissed senseless’.

All the kisses that he had before were just…there to get through to get to the main event: the sex.

It wasn’t something to savour. It was just another step in the way to getting to something seemingly ‘better’.

Because now, Oikawa is showing him that it doesn’t have to be like that.

Kissing someone—when you’ve been dying to do it for how long—is more than just two mouths being pushed together.

It’s the push and pull between the two people, wanting to get closer and never feeling like it’s enough.

It’s how Oikawa puts all of what he wants into it, and has Hinata feel like he can barely hold on, taking short and quick breaths through his nose—almost like he’s falling into this hole of never wanting to stop.

It’s the hands that can’t seem to stay still—roaming all over the other’s body and finding any excuse to feel one another.

It’s teeth and tongue and the feeling that you’re so light-headed you fear you might be floating.

And even if Oikawa’s kisses are slow—he’s thorough with them. And to Hinata’s silent and impending doom—

He’s a generous kisser.

He adds the right amount of pressure when he sucks on Hinata’s lips. His teeth graze over the soft flesh and he knows when to nip and elicit a soft moan from Hinata.

And sometimes when Hinata tries to demand more— pulling Oikawa as close as he can to him—

Oikawa denies him now and then, making Hinata chase after him, and—as crazy as it might sound—

It makes the entire thing feel so much hotter, with Hinata occasionally whimpering against him, and his body trembles with hunger when Oikawa guides Hinata’s mouth open by parting his lips, and he’s slipping his tongue inside Hinata’s mouth.

It has Hinata falling apart on it, and he doesn’t bother to hold back the moan that slips from his throat when he feels the tip of Oikawa’s tongue rub against the roof of his mouth.

Oikawa’s hand travels a little further down from Hinata’s back, his palm gaining a generous amount of Hinata’s ass before he’s sliding to Hinata’s thigh and—

Hinata gets the hint as he lifts his leg, allowing Oikawa to hook his hand under the bend of Hinata’s knee—guiding that leg to wrap around Oikawa’s hip.

It has Hinata relying on the counter behind him a little more for support, all while he has one leg almost dangling as Oikawa kisses him like he might just die if they ever stop.

Not that Hinata minds.

Oikawa’s tongue numbs him and sets him on fire simultaneously, and he would be perfectly fine drowning in that sensation if he can.

Hinata doesn’t really think about it when he lifts his other leg to wrap around the brunet’s hip—but it just made sense and felt right at the moment—and Oikawa immediately sits Hinata down on the countertop, with Hinata hooking his ankles together behind Oikawa and—

That action pulls Oikawa’s hips flush against his, and Oikawa groans as he sucks on Hinata’s tongue when he feels Hinata’s erection through the shorts—pushing right against him, all aroused and hard—and he feels blood quickly rush south, with Oikawa slowly rocking his hips upward to chase that friction.

It’s good. So, so fucking good—

Oikawa’s hands feel big—rough from volleyball, but so secure when he holds down onto Hinata’s hips, practically pinning Hinata in place as he kisses him until Hinata feels drunk on it.

And Oikawa didn’t know he would be so into having someone play with his hair while making out with them but—

Hinata’s fingers feel nice against his scalp, and Oikawa’s eyes roll back at the bone-chilling feeling of Hinata’s hands in his hair all while Hinata’s tongue pushes into his mouth, gliding along Oikawa’s tongue and moaning without any shame.

And fuck—Hinata’s scent is so drugging.

It’s the smell of slick that Oikawa can detect, and he finds himself salivating at the thought—knowing Hinata is probably making a mess in his boxers right now.

Oikawa isn’t thinking when one hand moves to play with the waistband of the shorts Hinata has on.

The only thing on Oikawa’s mind right now is that that Hinata is wet enough that Oikawa can smell it, and he’s letting Oikawa take whatever he wants with his tongue—he’s growing harder by the moment the longer he has Hinata grinding against him.

And—

Well.

Okay—he did have somewhat of a plan for what he thought would happen for tonight.

Getting Hinata to eat and shower was done.

Then opening up and clearing up some boundaries between them—reassuring Hinata that whatever he feels is okay. Nothing to be ashamed of with Oikawa for the time being.

And maybe—a kiss would happen.

But then when the thought of doing more than just that came up in his plan…

That’s where it got a little tricky.

He wasn’t sure how comfortable Hinata would be on the first night.

How far gone he is in terms of his heat. What mental state Hinata would be in.

And Oikawa was perfectly happy with calling it a night and going to bed early.

But now?

When he has Hinata rocking his hips against him all mindlessly, and he’s kissing Oikawa like he needs it as much as breathing air—

Oikawa is realizing that he might have miscalculated a little.

Thank you for reading 💙

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He is protective jealous, but he loves me how i love him.

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Not sure if anyone is here from my ushioi/iwaoi series but I skipped writing and drew the baby already 🥹 I couldn’t wait 😭

I was gonna write today but I went on a sporadic road trip!! I’ll think about it when I get home, but this recent work won’t have the birth in it still… so here is a sketch of the ushioi baby! (Name will be revealed with the fic) 🥰

If you wanna read the series, check out the link in my profile or the link on the post! The series is called Opening my Heart to You!

I have no clue when it (the baby being born) will be written though.. unfortunately I have multiple English classes to take this semester, so I’ll likely be burnt out from writing. This is on top of my hefty workdays too yall 😭

Tldr: too busy to write so have spoiler!

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Chapter Thirteen: kairos

kairos: the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement

Chapter Summary: Oikawa travels to San Juan and Iwaizumi might get a roommate.

Pairings: Alpha!Iwaizumi x Omega!Oikawa

Word Count: 4272

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, anxiety,

Rating: 18+

A/N: I’m sorry it’s been so long since the last update. My pregnancy was exhausting but good news is Peanut is here and doing well (he came on 9/18 and was a tad early) - still trying to get back into the swing of things.

Various Locations – Early March 2022

San Juan, Argentina – Saturday, 1pm

“Toooooruuuu!!!!” Mateo rushes over towards his former teammate, crashing into him as he wraps his arms around the Omega.

Oikawa takes in the familiar and missed tangerine pheromones, finally able to relax since he first got to the airport to leave Japan. He hates flying now, the intense mix of various pheromones makes the task more difficult than it already was, but his shoulders drop as the citrus scent slowly surrounds him.

“Give him some room to breathe, ‘Teo.” Pablo rolls his eyes, getting a smile from Oikawa, who is glad to see that they are still the same after he left.

“Don’t act like you didn’t miss him!” Mateo teases the Alpha, squeezing Oikawa once more before reluctantly stepping backwards.

Pablo tries to rebut before giving up, awkwardly looking around, unsure what to really do. He reaches out to take Oikawa’s backpack but is surprised when he’s pulled into a hug by the Omega.

“I missed you too.” Oikawa beams his signature smile up at the Alpha, who can’t seem to say anything coherent before the Omega lets go.

The three of them head to the baggage claim, Pablo grabs his suitcase before either Omega could. Mateo eagerly catches Oikawa up on the team, old and new teammates, about the coach and mostly just about how things have been in their friend group since he left. It’s a bit bittersweet really, listening to all the things he’s had to miss out on, but on the other hand he appreciates that his departure didn’t cause any issues with his friends.

* * Irvine, California – 9am

The blonde watches his phone – the blue-eyed man on the other end is frantically moving around the apartment. They’d been on video call for nearly 30 minutes and at least 25 of them were him watching the other man arrange and rearrange the living room area over and over.

“I think the khaki pillow looked better on the left cushion of the couch rather than the right.”

“Really?” Santiago reaches for the pillow before stopping, an unamused expression on his face as he turns towards his laptop. “I don’t appreciate your sarcasm, sir.”

The blonde feigns innocence, “I have no idea what you mean.”

He sighs, flopping down on the bar stool in front of the bar where his laptop is sitting, running his fingers through his hair, an adorable pout on his face. “I’m sorry. You’re busy and here I am wasting time by moving furniture.”

“No time spent with you is wasted.” He laughs watching Santiago cringe at the corny comment, “but I do need to get going – warm-ups will be starting soon.”

The dark-haired Alpha poked out his bottom lip, “shouldn’t college athletes be old enough to warm-up without their coach?”

Someone calls for the blonde, pulling his attention from the pouting Alpha. After a few minutes, his attention is redirected, “I really need to go, Santi. I’ll try to call tonight if you haven’t partied too hard, I know how you get.”

Santi rolls his eyes, “I drunk call one time and it never gets let go.”

“Never.” He smirks, “alright, I’ll talk to you later.”

“Bye, Col. Good luck today.”

“You too. Oh – I’d move that pillow before he gets there!”

“BYE!” Santiago hangs up in the middle of Colin laughing. Shaking his head at the other Alpha’s behavior, no matter how ridiculous he is, he always seems to calm Santiago down.

** San Juan, Argentina – Saturday, 1:45pm

Oikawa has spent the entire elevator ride fidgeting with his phone, nervously wondering where the campfire scented Alpha is. There’s a thought, a quick one, but it settles deeply in his stomach and that’s that maybe the Alpha doesn’t want anything to do with him anymore. Maybe over the last few months he realized Oikawa was just too much to deal with.

“Honey, we’re home!” Mateo calls out when he unlocks the Alpha’s apartment. The three of them shuffled into the doorway, Pablo still refusing to let Oikawa carry his own luggage.

A panicked Alpha looks over at the door, khaki-colored pillow in his hand as his dark hair falls slightly in his eyes. Oikawa squeezes between Mateo and Pablo, a cautious expression on his face as he searches Santiago’s for any clues on his feelings, hoping that it’s all in his head, that his former teammate wouldn’t just abandon him like a certain other Alpha.

It happens in a blur. Strong tanned arms wrap around him, pulling him into a broad chest as he feels the other man nuzzle his face into the curve of his neck. His nose brushes gently against his scent gland – ones that Oikawa covered with scent blockers and now feels awkward having done – trying to take in the Omega’s pheromones.

“I missed you so much.” The Alpha finally speaks, voice a bit huskier than he remembers and suddenly all the stress that has been knotted up in shoulders, all the negative thoughts about Santiago wanting nothing to do with him, just evaporates as he wraps his arms around the Alpha.

** San Juan, Argentina – Saturday, 11pm

“Since when do you only drink two beers?” Oikawa teases the Alpha, getting a sleepy chuckle out of Pablo, who is half-asleep in the armchair closest to the door.

“It’s because of blondie.” Mateo adds, tossing a wink to whomever.

“Blondie?” Oikawa raises an eyebrow as he turns to Santiago, curiosity tangling into his scent.

He rubs the back of his neck, clearly trying to come up with something to say, but unable to. “J-just a friend.”

Oikawa watches as the Alpha looks down at his ringing phone before excusing himself down the hall. The Omega looks over at Mateo, who just waves him off, reassuring him that Santiago wasn’t upset, but maybe a bit embarrassed.

The brunette gets a bit impatient, tossing his phone beside him after absentmindedly scrolling through various apps. He looks over to see both Mateo and Pablo passed out before he heads down the hall to see what Santiago is up to, but stops when he hears the Alpha talking.

“How was the track meet?” Santi follows up with a congrats, leaving Oikawa to suspect things went well for whomever was on the other end.

Oikawa’s eyes widen slightly, watching a new side of the Alpha appear – one he’s never seen before. He watches the usually confident and boisterous Alpha turn into a docile, shy-like pup and Oikawa is sure if he had a tail, it’d be wagging excitedly.

“Ya know,” his voice becomes soft, bashfulness slipping into his pheromones, “I was looking at my schedule and I think I can get some time off at the end of next month.”

Oikawa knows he should leave, that obviously this was a private conversation, but he’s captivated at just how Santiago is acting. How tamed he seems to be with whoever is on the other end of the line.

“No, no, no…I can come there. Maybe even see you in action as the best track coach.” There’s a pause, “best coach in my book.”

The Omega smiles, slightly jealous of the interaction, wishing he had an Alpha like that. Wishing for just a moment the Alpha who marked him acted that way (damn his stupid instincts) and for just a moment, he wonders how he ever let Sanitago go, why he never gave him a chance.

Santiago amusingly hums at something said to him before finally noticing Oikawa in the doorway, looking apologetic. He holds up an index finger – signaling for him to wait.

“You’ll call tomorrow when you get back? Be careful please.” The Alpha lowers his voice as he turns away from Oikawa, but the brunette swears he hears: ‘goodnight, I love you.’

“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.” Oikawa quickly defends himself when Santi turns around, the call now ended.

“No worries.”

“I guess that was blondie?” Oikawa watches the Alpha run his fingers through his hair, turning away slightly as if he was embarrassed and suddenly it all clicks. “You don’t have to tell me.”

“His name is Colin. We met at the Olympics, he was on the USA team.” Santi motions for Oikawa to sit next to him on the side of the bed. He tells the Omega how it was a complete coincidence that they had even met: that he had gone to the vending machines and saw Colin and his friend, Ty. Then later that night, he ran into the blonde again outside the hotel which led to them talking well into the morning.

“Aww. Santi, that's adorable.” The Omega purrs.

The Alpha rolls his eyes, “we just clicked and exchanged numbers, but it’s nothing official or anything. Not to mention the huge distance.”

Oikawa picks up on the slight distress coming off Santi, “I think any Omega would be lucky to have you, regardless of the distance. You’re worth making it work, ya know?”

Santiago smirks when the pang in his chest he’s waiting for never comes. There was a time when he’d read into that, assuming the brunette Omega felt the same way about him, but he guesses this is what you call growth. He hums, “I’m pretty sure I’m more lucky to have him.”

** San Juan, Argentina – Thursday, 10am

“Stay.” Mateo clings to Oikawa, whining repeatedly, “just a couple more days or forever. My apartment has a spare room.”

Oikawa chuckles, “I would, but I promised my mom I’d be home for dinner.”

The other Omega just rolls his eyes, shooting a glare at the two Alphas who found Oikawa’s remark hilarious. He knows this goodbye isn’t forever, that Oikawa has already promised to be better at keeping in contact, trying to visit more once things get more settled with his mark and he figures out what he’s going to do with the rest of his life now that volleyball is over.

“Do you need help carrying this?” Pablo asks. “I got it from here.” Oikawa takes his backpack and suitcase from the Alpha, who once again refuses to let him carry his own bags. “I won’t have any strong Alphas back home to carry them for me.”

“You know you really can stay. My place has an extra room and is a lot nicer than Mat’s.” Santiago offers.

“Hey!”

“I appreciate it and would like to stay, but –” He stops, unsure of what really is keeping him in Japan. There are doctors in Argentina and it isn’t like he’s attending college or working which would keep him in his home country. The only thing he can think of is Iwa, but things with him were still so up in the air.

“But your mom is waiting.” Santi finishes, picking up on the very slight distress coming from the Omega.

Oikawa just smiles, once again thankful for the Alpha who always seems to just know. “Colin is really lucky to have you.”

He says one final goodbye to his friends before heading towards his gate, feeling a weight lifted from his shoulders because this time, leaving feels like it’s his choice instead of the only one he has.

* * Tokyo, Japan – Late March 2022

Iwaizumi is exhausted. Somehow the exercise physiologist that was hired four months ago has led him to having even more work. The charts have all recently been digitized so that at any time an employee can sign into the charts and add notes and such to the players’ charts. However it seems the new guy likes to just jot notes down in a personal notebook and not input them into the charts meaning Iwaizumi has to hunt the information down. He understands handwriting notes, he too has a notebook he keeps things in, but at least he makes sure to make it accessible to the rest of the staff. So much for teamwork.

But Iwa’s irritation towards the other Alpha goes deeper than missing chart notes and always taking the coffee mug Iwa likes to use. There’s just something about him that rubs Iwaizumi the wrong way like a shirt tag that scratches against your neck. Maybe it’s the fact this guy refuses to use scent patches and his almost suffocating pheromones fill whatever space he’s been in. Or maybe it’s the annoying way the leathery scent seems familiar, but he can’t place it.

He scrunches up his face as he places the mug of now cold coffee back on his desk – mood further souring. Rolling his shoulders he looks over at the wall clock in his office: 5:45PM and he knows that he won’t be leaving anytime soon.

Ding! Ding!

Oikawa: Are you coming to Mattsun’s?

Oikawa: Oh! Sorry to bother you at work!

Iwaizumi: Don’t be! No bother at all.

Iwaizumi: I can’t tonight – paperwork.

Iwaizumi sighs, his irritation toward the newly hired Alpha grows. Things between the pair had been a little off after the reunion and before they could meet back up in person, he took a trip to South America. Iwaizumi assumed that he’d have a lot of people to catch up with, so he limited his replies even though it drove him crazy to know he could talk to the Omega whenever he wanted. He knows Oikawa is having a tough time and even if it means swallowing his feelings down, he just wants to be there for him, to be the one he can lean on. But this stupid, leathery smelling bitch of an Alpha continues to stand in his way.

** Oikawa: Boo you whore!

Oikawa lets out a deep sigh, dropping his arm to the side while his fingers brush against the carpet. The only thing that had gotten him through this shitty week had been the thought of getting to see and talk to the Alpha.

The pair have been texting a lot, almost everyday ended with a phone call to the other, and things have started to feel more normal than they had been since his return to Japan. But texts and calls weren’t the same as being face-to-face, to being able to smell Iwa’s earthy pheromones and pretend he doesn’t notice how he’s the only Alpha that doesn’t trigger his instincts into thinking he’s betraying the one whose mark he wears.

Bzzt! Bzzt!

Iwaizumi Hajime: Blame the new guy

Oikawa: Maybe I’ll come by and give him a piece of my mind.

Iwaizumi Hajime: And tell him what? To leave your Alpha alone?

Oikawa squeals, tossing his phone towards Makki who gets hit in the shin due to not paying attention to the Omega’s antics. The pink-haired Beta quickly shoots a confused look at the brunette before picking up the cellphone by his foot.

“Who are you talking to that has you acting more of a dork than usual?”

“...Iwaizumi.”

The Beta perks up, trying a few password combinations before locking the Omega out of his phone for five minutes. Both men groan as they can only sit and watch the phone slowly and painstakingly count down – both silently thankful Makki didn’t disable it for any longer or permanently.

Oikawa experiences several emotions while reading the six unread messages from Iwa that all came in during the last five minutes. From the bashfulness that heats up the tips of his ears and fills his chest with warmth to the defeated feeling that runs a chill across his shoulders when reality slaps him in the face, taking away the short illusion that his life isn’t what it is.

Iwaizumi Hajime: I meant friend

Iwaizumi Hajime: Ya know, like ‘leave your Alpha friend alone’

Iwaizumi Hajime: That makes even less sense…

Iwaizumi Hajime: Oikawa? Hello?

Iwaizumi Hajime: I’ll talk to you later…paperwork, ya know?

Iwaizumi Hajime: I’m sorry for that message…especially since you’re…well ya know…

“At least he didn’t text you ‘I was hacked’ or something lame like that.”

Oikawa gives Makki a ‘what the fuck’ expression before locking his phone. “I thought you were going to help me search for an apartment, not pick on me.”

“I don’t even think ‘hiro has ever searched for an apartment in his life.” Mattsun remarks as he walks into the apartment, having just got off of work. He presses a quick kiss to Makki’s temple before properly greeting the Omega.

“I did too! I went with Ryuu–” the Beta quickly bites his lip, eyes focusing on the ground because he doesn’t want to see the look that could be in Matsukawa’s eyes.

Mattsun clears his throat, it does nothing to alleviate the thick tension that’s in the air around them. “Why the sudden itch to move? I’m sure your parents love having you there.”

“They do and I enjoy being there. But…uh…well it’s getting harder on me to be exposed to so many pheromones and the train takes a huge toll on me. I figured finding a place close or at least closer to my doctors would be the best.” He knows that he’s rambling a bit, but he can’t help it. The clear tension in the room has him slightly on edge. “Plus I should really think of getting a job or maybe going to college.”

Matsukawa hums before walking down the hallway towards the master bedroom. Once the door clicks, Oikawa practically breaks his neck turning towards Hanamaki, who already knows what’s going to come out of the Omega’s mouth.

“What the fuck was that? Who is Ryuu? Why did Mattsun look so…dejected?”

Makki glances down the hallway, their bedroom door still shut, but he keeps his voice low anyways. “Ryuuji was an…uhm…Alpha I saw for some time.”

“Before Mattsun?” His words come out slowly and he doesn’t like the look on the Beta’s face. “While you were together? Makki…did you che–”

“No!” He yells in a hushed tone. “It was before we were together or at least serious. Back when we just hooked up from time to time, I happened to meet Ryuuji while waiting for Issei to meet me at a bar. We actually stopped talking for a while, Issei and I, so it’s just kind of a sore topic.”

“What happened? I mean with Ry–that Alpha?” Of course Oikawa knew Mattsun and Makki were essentially fuckbuddies. Hell, anyone with half a brain cell could see that, but the Omega never knew they stopped talking, that someone drove them apart.

“He did what Alphas do.” Hanamaki’s words are laced with venom, “he marked an Omega.”

The brunette’s hand moves on its own, covering the bite mark that’s already hidden behind his charcoal gray turtleneck.

* * Tokyo, Japan – Early April 2022

Iwaizumi watches in confusion as Hanamaki looks around his apartment, walking around like he’s scoping the place out.

“Would you say it’s fairly priced for the location? How far from K University? Do you like the area?”

The Alpha glances at Matsukawa who just throws his hands up, he’s just as confused and lost as Iwa is with his partner’s behavior. “It’s within my budget, so I’d say yeah. It’s about a ten minute walk and I don’t really go out much due to work, but my coworkers enjoy the local shops and such.”

The Beta hums, walking down the hallway. “How many bedrooms?”

“Uh…two.” Iwa looks at Makki when he returns to the living room area, “why so many questions? Mattsun finally kicked ya out?”

Makki scrunches his face and sticks his tongue out, “funny, but no. I know someone who is looking for a place. Do you use your second bedroom?”

“What? Uhm, not really. It was going to be an office, but I never work from home.”

“You know, they say having a roommate makes you happier.”

“Who says that?” Iwa asks just as Mattsun remarks, “do they really?”

“It was in an article.” Makki shoots a glare at his partner, “anyways, think of how fun it would be! More money in your pocket, someone to help around the place, no more lonely nights in silence.”

“When did I say my nights were lonely?”

“You’re 28, live alone and don’t even have a plant. They’re lonely.” Makki tilts his head with an amused look on his face.

“Wait wait wait. Who do you know that needs a place?”

“Oikawa. He mentioned it a few weeks ago when he came over.”

This certainly catches Iwaizumi’s attention. The two of them have talked plenty within that time frame and the Omega never mentioned it to him. “Why out here? Wouldn’t it be easier to stay close to his parents?”

Makki rolls his eyes, annoyed that those two still haven’t gotten their shit together, before telling Iwaizumi briefly what Oikawa had told him. The train rides were beginning to take a huge toll, he spent more time at the various doctors than at home anyways, and he was thinking of getting a job or going back to school.

Iwaizumi realizes there’s a lot that Oikawa doesn’t include in their conversations and he tries not to feel so rejected by that realization. An Alpha had hurt him, so of course opening up to another one, especially one with a rocky history, would be difficult. Not to mention, Iwaizumi could start asking deeper questions instead of just ‘how are you’ and ‘did you have a decent day’ and waiting for Oikawa to lead the conversation.

“Even if I wanted a roommate, asking Oikawa to move in would be disrespectful.”

Matsukawa runs his hand down his face, “what the hell are you talking about?”

“It’s distasteful to live with a marked Omega who isn’t bonded to you.”

The two Betas share a look, one mixed with exhaustion and annoyance, those two really did know how to stress them out unknowingly.

“That’s such a traditional way of thinking.” Mattsun tells the Alpha.

“Yeah, did we wake up back in the 1800’s.” Makki teases, “plus the hell with tradition. There’s nothing traditional about his whole situation. He’s been home for what…six months now? And not once has that Alpha appeared or even been mentioned.”

Hanamaki did make good points. It would be different if the bond was complete. It would be different if Oikawa was just blatantly choosing to live with a different Alpha. Hell, it would be different if the Omega wasn’t bonded at all. But he is and the only saving grace that calms Iwa’s thoughts is that that Alpha isn’t in the picture. Well at least he assumes said Alpha isn’t.

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right.” Iwaizumi rolls his eyes when he hears Makki squeal.

The strawberry-haired Beta jumps up, immediately announcing that he’s calling Oikawa before either of the other men in the apartment can object.

“But only if he can’t find a place first!” Iwaizumi calls out, knowing the Beta doesn’t hear a word he’s just said.

“Looks like you might get a roommate, eh?” Matsukawa smirks when Iwaizumi chugs the rest of his beer.

* * Miyagi, Japan – Mid April 2022

“Are you sure about this? It’s not really…it might look…” Miyeko struggles to find the right way to phrase her thoughts.

“No matter what I do, things won’t look good to some people.” Oikawa chuckles, knowing his mother means well, but he’s used to this. Used to the awkward stares he gets from new nurses and receptionists, to the curious looks when people realize he’s covering a bond mark, something most wear with pride. He can’t say that he likes or enjoys the feeling of shame that he gets or the way he wants to crumble at their judgment, but his parents have done so much and the least he can do is act like it doesn’t get to him.

“I think this will be good for Tooru,” Daisuke gives his wife’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Maybe he’ll be able to spend less days stuck in bed from pheromone overloads and even go back to lower doses of his medicine. Things may get more stable and he can start the next chapter in his life. Plus we know Hajime will look after him.”

Miyeko still doesn’t look all that convinced and her tone solidifies that, “but…maybe we should ask your doctor again or get a second opinion.”

“Dr. Frye thinks it will be a good thing and so does Dr. Arimura. I promise if it gets too much I’ll rethink things and bring them up at appointments.”

“If it gets too much, Tooru knows he can come home or we can help him find a different place.”

“Let’s just get you a single apartment now.” Hints of distress start to taint his mother’s lavender scent causing his dad’s woodsy scent to fill the room.

“Mi, I’m worried about this too, but I think we can both agree we’d feel a bit better if we knew someone was with Tooru, right?”

“It’s just…he’s an Alpha…”

“But before that, he’s just Hajime, Tooru’s childhood best friend. We know his pheromones don’t affect Tooru as badly as others do and this way there’s someone there just in case.”

“He’ll be my roommate not my keeper.” Oikawa huffs, feeling more like a teenager than he did back when he actually was one.

“And you’re sure he’s okay with you living with him?” Miyeko turns her attention back to her son.

“Yes, Mom. I’ll have him tell you himself when he calls tonight if you want.”

“Well, if you are both sure this is a good idea…” “I’m already poorly bonded, what’s the worst that could happen?” Oikawa jokes, causing Miyeko to state he was going to cause her to have a heart attack before walking off and getting a head shake from Daisuke.

But honestly, what was the worst that could happen?

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tsukihinaaboweek2023 · 1 year

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TSUKIHINA OMEGAVERSE WEEK IS KNOCKING ON YOUR DOORS (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

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kinktober 2023 -> day 22

knot - miya osamu x reader

word count: 1988

warnings: alpha!osamu and omega!reader, a/b/o dynamics, swearing, knotting, mentions of heat and rut

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You knew you would regret this. God, the amount of stupidity that was going into your decision right now would make you hurl later. But right now, you could give less of a shit.

It was with teary eyes and choppy, difficult breaths that you messaged Osamu. SOS. Come over ASAP. Your fingers trembled as you typed, and your vision was a mess, swimming, things going in and out of focus. Once you had sent the message, you dropped your phone somewhere out of sight, flopping back onto the bed, your sheets damp with sweat.

It was Day 6 of your heat, and even though normally things would start calming down by now, you were nowhere close to that. Instead of slowly cleaning up, like you often did during this time, you were still motionless on your bed, breathing hard and heavy, sweaty all over, and core clenching so painfully it made you cry fresh tears every few minutes. You had finally accepted that no amount of warm water bottles or silicone dildos could get you through this. Your body was craving an Alpha’s knot. And your heat was too stubborn to go down without it.

Hence the text to Osamu.

Osamu had been your friend for a few years now, ever since he opened his first ever branch of Onigiri Miya. Your personalities had gelled extremely well, so it was no wonder that you both made room for each other in your lives. Osamu was someone you trusted completely. He was kind, very caring, very perceptive, and very protective. He was the perfect Alpha, and of course, your little Omega heart had fallen head over heels for him. You were convinced however, that he didn’t feel the same for you. Osamu didn’t seem interested in courting at all, with anyone. He had briefly mentioned to you how focused he was on expanding his business, so you were sure he had no desire to be tied down with a mate at the moment. And so, your feelings remained boxed up, grateful to be part of his life in any way, even if it was platonic.

But biology could not be ignored. Even if you had gaslit yourself into believing you were fine being his friend, the Omega in you craved him. Desperately. Ardently. So no wonder you were still here, still in the very depth of your heat, with no signs of it stopping anytime soon. No wonder your Omega had taken over, mind blanking as you texted Osamu to come to you. You had lost to your Omega in your vulnerable condition, and you had beckoned the Alpha to you. Now you lay there, anxious, not knowing what you would do. All you knew was that you wanted him so bad you would do anything to get him.

The banging on your door startled you, and you heard Osamu’s muffled voice call out your name. With the last remnants of your strength, you stumbled out of your room and to the front door, clad in nothing but your tiniest shorts and skimpy crop top. The banging continued, even as your shaky hands unlocked and unchained the door. When you pulled it open, you nearly crumbled.

Your bloodshot eyes met Osamu’s calm, gray ones, his hand held up mid-knock. You saw the exact moment your scent hit him, his face scrunching and entire body stiffening, eyes widening in realization.

“You’re- you… Y/N, you-” His hand shot up to cover his nose, taking a step back. You abruptly shot forward, hand fisting the front of his shirt so he wouldn’t go any farther, tugging so hard that he stumbled towards you. You took advantage of that and pulled him further inside, shutting the door behind him and locking it.

Osamu groaned behind you, and you turned in time to see his eyes wandering over your almost bare body, your clothes leaving nothing to the imagination. His chest heaved, and a faint sheen of sweat was already forming around his hairline.

“Y-ya need to let me leave.” His voice was low, words muffled behind his hand. You almost moaned at the sound.

“Can’t.” You choked out, eyelids fluttering as you took in great big breaths of air, reveling in his wonderful scent, which was heightened by your sensitive nose. You stepped closer to him, knees buckling. He immediately stepped back. You whined in protest.

“Ya don’t want this.” He continued to reason. “Yer in heat. Yer not thinking straight.”

You shook your head furiously. “Always- always wanted you, Alpha.” You breathed. “Wanted you for so long. But you,” your lower lip wobbled. “You didn’t want me.”

Osamu’s eyebrows shot up, eyes widening in shock. He remained frozen in place as you moved closer to him, until you were right before him, standing on your tiptoes to nose at his neck, right on top of his scent gland. You heard him release a shaky exhale, hand dropping from his mouth as he finally breathed in your scent.

“Fuck.” His voice was strained, not protesting or stopping you as you moved forward, body pressing to his. Your tongue lapped over his neck, scenting him with fervor now that he wasn’t stopping you, and the Omega in you purred in satisfaction when your scent started mixing with his. And he was letting you.

“Omega…” His protest was weak, hands already brushing over your bare sides, fingers flexing as if he was holding himself back. So you decided to give him one final push.

“Why do you think my heat won’t go down?” You mumbled into his neck. “My Omega needs you, ‘Samu. Needs your knot. Give it to me, Alpha. Need it so bad.”

That’s all it took.

Osamu bent his head until his lips met yours, hard and rough. You keened into his mouth, one hand reaching up to tangle tightly in his hair while the other fisted his shirt to pull him even closer. Osamu’s hands were running wild over you, your waist, your hips, running down your back until they squeezed your ass. You arched into him, sighing when his fingers brushed over your clothed slit, groaning low.

“Yer soaking.” He whispered, voice low and thick with want. He pushed the crotch of your shorts aside, immediately shoving two long, thick fingers inside you. You cried out at the feeling, clenching desperately around him.

“What’d ya use?” He asked, his other hand gripping so tight at your waist it almost hurt. “Dildo? Vibrator? Tell me. What’d ya stuff this weepin’ cunt of yers with?”

You moaned at how filthy he sounded, at how prominent his accent got when he was turned on. You mumbled your answer into his neck, clinging to him as you ground your hips down on his fingers, trying to prolong the relief his fingers brought. He chuckled.

“Dirty little ‘Mega. Ya want me this bad? Look at ya, yer drippin’ down my whole hand.”

Your knees buckled again, and this time Osamu didn’t stop you. Instead, he lowered himself along with you, until you were sprawled right there, on the floor of your living room, legs spread and welcoming Osamu as he fit snugly there, his tongue running wildly over your entire neck, nosing at your scent gland. His throbbing erection pushed into your thigh, his fingers still working into you at a leisurely pace. You whined.

“Alpha, please.” You choked out, pleading with him through teary eyes. “Please.”

Osamu pulled away from your neck to look down at you, and you noticed how flushed he was. His hair was a mess, face red and eyes wild. His lips were swollen and bruised, and through his open mouth, you could see the faint beginnings of his canines. They were elongating. Your eyes widened.

Was your heat triggering Osamu’s rut?

You didn’t have it in you to think about it further because Osamu was sitting up, undressing quickly and doing the same to you until you were both bare before each other. You moaned at the sight of his cock, hard and throbbing, flushed to an angry maroon shade. The base was already a little swollen and your mouth watered at the sight. Your Omega keened. There it was. His knot. And you needed it inside you now.

Osamu seemed to be on the same page, because moments later he was pushing into you, taking advantage of the copious amounts of slick you were producing to slide straight in, groaning loud when his hips met yours, buried into you to the hilt. Your jaw went slack, immediately feeling your body temperature go down and the pain in your core settle slightly. Your Omega preened and settled, finally getting what it so desperately craved. Your Alpha on top of you, stuffing you full of his cock, the promise of getting his knot soon.

(Of course, he wasn’t your Alpha. You were pointedly ignoring that fact.)

Osamu was quick to set a punishing, fast pace, ramming his cock into your wet hole with all his might. You gasped and shook under him, eyes rolling up in your head at the feeling. It felt divine, after days and days of wanting exactly this, finally having it felt like an out of body experience. Your cunt was fluttering in delight, so happy to get what you wanted, and you felt your whole body sing at the feeling. You watched as Osamu smirked a little, smelling the shift in your scent.

“Feel good?” The question was rhetorical. How you were feeling was written all over your face, evident in the way your scent sweetened. Yet you still furiously nodded.

“So good, Alpha.” You whined, arching up off the floor, your breasts bouncing with each harsh thrust. “Fuck. Wanted this so bad. Wanted your cock in me for so long. God, need your knot. Please. Please.”

Osamu groaned, broken and shaky, cursing under his breath as he lifted your legs up to your chest, pressing down until you were folded into a mating press, his pace becoming even more rough and sloppy. You cried out at the feeling, eyes widening at how suddenly his demeanor had changed. You eyed Osamu curiously through your wet eyes, watched the gold specks appear in his eyes, watched his canines elongate until they were reaching below his bottom lip.

Osamu had just started his rut.

Your back arched up as your orgasm hit you full force, legs kicking and flailing as much as they could in Osamu’s bruising grip, feeling wave after wave of electricity zip through you. Osamu’s cock was swelling rapidly at the base, indicating how close he was to finishing too, the size of it catching on your abused hole with every thrust until he was moaning loud, pressing forward with force to make sure he could bully the knot into you. You cried out at the stretch, gasping when Osamu stilled and his cum started pouring into your cunt. He twitched and shook above you, riding out his orgasm as you ran a hand over his back, coaxing him through it.

All was silent except your heaving breaths. Osamu slowly lowered your legs until they were wrapped around his waist, knot still snug inside you. You sighed and wrapped your arms over his broad shoulders, eyelids fluttering shut. He carefully nosed at your neck.

“Feel better?” He asked, voice hoarse. You hummed and nodded in reply.

“What about you? I think I triggered your rut.” You looked down at him sheepishly, eyeing the sharp canines now prominent against his lips, and Osamu sighed, mouth twitching up into a smile.

“Ya did.” He relaxed into you even more, cock shifting inside you slightly. “Can’t say I’m mad about that. It was totally worth it.”

You giggled, leaning your cheek against Osamu’s hair as you both waited for his knot to go down.

“For what it’s worth, Y/N, I’ve always wanted ya too.”

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blacckdiamondposts · 1 year

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omegaverse AU with alpha!ushijima x omega!(Y/N) 🥺

he would literally OBLITERATE you.

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Connected fams p3

The eyebrows and moles fam.

Oda-Joben Kita NB/Pan 19 (2036)

Masa Miya Lesbian 15 (2036) Daia Sugawara is her GF

Sana Miya gay 12 (2036)

Mairi Komori Pan 6 (2036)

Once she was 18, Oda and Daia took Masa out to a club together and OJ met thier future partner Laura Marshell.

Kuniko Ushijima, Uta Oikawa, Yuatori Ushijima.

THE GANDKIDS! so far

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tiza0925 · 8 months

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A dream turned into reality | Chapter 7

A/N: this is chapter 7 of my multi-chapter Oihina, Omegaverse AU. You can find the main post for this fic here: TLTOO

This chapter contains smut

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“—Fuck, Oikawa, please—” Hinata gasps, all wet and breathy, and Oikawa takes it upon himself to stretch open all three fingers that are inside Hinata, making the redhead whine and cling onto him from the pleasant burn.

“You can take a little more,” Oikawa finds himself muttering as he continues to pump three fingers, watching sweat bead on Hinata’s forehead and slick drip down his thighs and Oikawa’s wrist.

This feels familiar, Oikawa realizes, as he fucks Hinata with his fingers on his kitchen counter.

It’s like he’s done this before, but he doesn’t know when.

But before he can think about that—Hinata shakes his head, his kisses are sloppy as he brings Oikawa’s face close to his, and he practically begs with a groan. “Please, I’m ready, I—I need it, please—”

And it’s like music to his ears as he hears Hinata beg like that.

Oikawa is quick to slip his fingers out, but then he looks down and his pants are already undone—

Did he do that? He doesn’t remember.

But then he looks back up, and Hinata is already turning around to bend over, and somewhere in Oikawa’s head—he knows he should go and get a condom.

But Hinata is so willing and his ass is right there—waiting for Oikawa and—

And somehow, he’s already positioning the head of his cock against Hinata’s slick hole, and everything happens so fast—almost like he’s skipping from one movement to the next—

Oikawa’s breath stalls in his throat when he pushes in, already feeling an orgasm on its way, and Hinata’s responding moan is so, so fucking sweet.

It feels too good. Hinata is everything he needs, and Oikawa groans, sliding in more, feeling something wet and—

Something breaks, jolting Oikawa and forcing him to turn his head, only to find a broken mug on the floor with tea pooling everywhere.

…Huh.

He doesn’t remember making any tea—

And just like that, everything breaks apart.

Hinata disappears, but the warmth and wet feeling remain, and—

Oikawa’s eyes snap open, wide awake, and for a moment—it’s just pure confusion.

His head feels muddy, he’s still groggy from his sleep, and it takes him some time for the rest of his senses to come back to him.

“…” Oikawa’s eyes move around, taking in where, exactly he is.

He notices the windows first, then the nightstand beside him, then it’s the feeling of something soft underneath him—

Right.

It all starts to hit him at once.

He’s in bed. In a nest.

And the warmth that seems to linger from his dream is because of…

Oikawa turns his head, his vision being blinded with orange and red hair.

He’s in bed with Hinata, who Oikawa is now realizing is still tucked against him—the even breathing from Hinata can be felt against his neck.

A small breath of relief escapes him, but then Oikawa frowns when he still feels something…wet.

And the more he focuses on that feeling, the higher his heart rate picks up, and his eyes shoot wide open as he snaps his head down—

Fuck—did he cum from having a wet dream? That hasn’t happened to him in ages, what the hell.

But once his eyes find what he’s frantically looking for, he’s only met with a huge bulge outlining his sweatpants instead.

“…” Oikawa swallows, but it’s difficult with how dry his throat feels, and he forces himself to relax into a heavy breath when he realizes it’s just pre-cum—a lot of it, though—leaking from his tip.

But that’s not any better than actually cumming in his pants.

Because now it’s—

Oikawa turns his head to look at the digital clock on his nightstand, his jaw tensing at the time reading 3:46 AM.

—It’s still the middle of the night, and he’s painfully hard.

Shit.

He knew he should’ve slipped away for a bit to relieve himself in the bathroom before bed.

He was worked up, not too much but enough to know he needed some kind of release, and he went to bed all aroused instead.

And he can simply slip out of the nest for a bit to jack himself off in the bathroom right now.

But—

Oikawa moves a little, and he grits his teeth when he feels the weight of Hinata on his side.

…It’s not that easy to leave when he has Hinata all comfortable and sleeping so peacefully against him.

He doesn’t want to wake Hinata up, but he can’t sleep now either because the damn thing between his legs won’t let him rest until he takes care of it.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck—

Puffing out his cheeks in a vaguely frustrated gesture, Oikawa moves his hips up to shift them away from Hinata, but that only causes the fabric of his pants to brush against his erection and—

Bad idea, Oikawa thinks, as he stifles a groan in his throat at the briefest touch of friction.

That was not a good idea at all because now the heat in his lower stomach is growing stronger and his head is all light and he feels hot but he can’t do anything about it without disturbing Hinata’s sleep.

Fucking hell.

(…You see, the thing is—

Hinata has been awake…for about half an hour, now.

It was the small groan that he heard from Oikawa that pulled him from his sleep first.

Then it was the slightly heavy breathing, and Hinata got a little worried at first, thinking something was wrong—prompting to grow fully awake—

Only for him to notice the change in Oikawa’s scent.

How thick it’s gotten. Velvety and dark, and so intoxicating as it instantly got to Hinata’s head, and that’s when Hinata sorta realized what was going on, causing his face to grow hot and arousal to swirl in his guts.

But he didn’t want to wake Oikawa up, letting him sleep and dream of whatever…fantasy is clouding his mind.

And yes, okay, maybe a small part of Hinata hoped it was about him.

…Or a large part of him, actually.

Either way, Hinata didn’t want to say or do anything. He didn’t want to disrupt Oikawa while he was enjoying his sleep.

…But that was then.

Now Oikawa is awake, and Hinata sort of just panicked and pretended to still be asleep.

But he should say something, right?

It’s only a matter of time before Oikawa notices he’s awake, and how much Hinata’s body is responding to his scent…

Right?)

Closing his eyes, Oikawa blows out a steady breath, trying to think of anything to turn him off.

But that also doesn’t seem to work, because the moment he lets his mind wander—

It’s the opposite of what he was going for.

And instead of think of shit that will make his dick soften, his mind likes to bring up images of Hinata.

Hinata under him. On top of him. Naked. Everywhere.

Which only makes his erection throb and Oikawa’s eyes shoot wide open, his back teeth clenching together.

Get ahold of yourself. You’re acting like a horny teenager.

But it’s also not that easy when Hinata is right there, and he smells so good—it’s getting to Oikawa’s goddamn head—and he just can’t stop thinking about what happened in the kitchen, how hot Hinata looked and the sounds he made and how warm he felt and—

Oikawa starts to breathe a little heavier, and he isn’t thinking when one hand reaches down—he just needs some kind of relief—

“…Oikawa?”

And just like that—hearing his name, all hushed and sleepy—creates a crack in the momentary haze he was just in, and everything simply shatters around him within a blink of an eye, feeling like someone splashed cold water onto him, and Oikawa freezes.

Shit. Did he…?

Oikawa swallows, his tongue feeling a little too heavy to move at the moment, and he tries to relax—letting out a low exhale through his nose—while he hums.

“Are you okay?”

Oikawa’s eyes enlarge just a fraction.

So he did notice.

“Sorry,” Oikawa’s voice is a little rough, and he tries that again by clearing his throat, and filling his lungs with as much air as possible, trying to play off the racing beat of his heart with a nonchalant tone, “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

There’s a beat of silence, neither of them moves, and Oikawa finds himself levelling out his breathing as he waits.

But then Hinata wrinkles his nose, and his breath tickles Oikawa’s neck when he whispers, “It’s fine, it’s just…your scent—it’s…” and there’s a tiny blush that dusts Hinata’s cheeks, “….Intense.”

Oikawa winces.

Right. He’s not wearing any blockers.

“I’m sorry.” He doesn’t know what else to say but to apologize again and again, “I just…” It’s not like he’s ashamed about it or anything, he just feels bad for waking Hinata up.

Oikawa huffs a breath, and he starts to move, causing Hinata to shift off of him—and there’s a pit in Oikawa’s stomach at the loss of heat and contact because of it. “I’ll be back.”

Oikawa was planning on just going to the restroom and cooling off, it just seemed like the right and decent thing to do at the moment, but—

Hinata immediately frowns, and he leans up on one elbow to hold his weight, looking at Oikawa with one hand clutching onto the bottom hem of Oikawa’s shirt. “Wait.”

Oikawa pauses, his body barely lifting from the bed yet, and he turns his head to finally look at Hinata.

And it’s instant the way Oikawa gets drawn into those big, brown eyes that are still soft from sleep, making him relax into the bed again, briefly forgetting what he was about to do.

“You don’t need to leave,” Hinata murmurs, holding Oikawa’s gaze, and that’s when Oikawa notices something else about Hinata’s eyes.

They’re sleepy but…cloudy.

There’s desire pooling behind those eyes and the slight redness on Hinata’s nose and cheeks that accompany it.

And then—

Oikawa inhales a deep breath, his nose flares open, and there’s immediate heat lighting up his nerves when he catches Hinata’s scent.

How sweet it’s gotten. Heavy. He can almost taste it with how potent it’s gotten.

God—

It doesn’t take long for him to put two and two together, and Oikawa is torn between feeling bad and aroused when he realizes that his scent most likely got to Hinata. How affected he looks.

And—

“I’m not stupid, I can tell what’s going on,” Hinata’s eyelids lower, looking all dazed, and Oikawa watches his throat bob with a swallow. “And I can help.”

…There are two, very different voices in Oikawa’s head right now.

Oikawa’s voice is strained. “Hinata…”

One is telling him to simply let Hinata rest—he needs it—and he can deal with his…issue on his own.

He’s supposed to be taking care of Hinata, not the other way around.

This shouldn’t be about him.

But then the other, and larger, part of him wants so badly.

He wants Hinata to touch him. He wants Hinata to show him what he has in mind.

He wants to be selfish and indulge in this part of Hinata and is willing to ‘help him’ in any way possible.

He craves to see how far Hinata wants to go.

Especially now that Hinata doesn’t seem shy about touching him anymore.

Hinata moves one hand to lightly graze his fingers over the fabric covering Oikawa’s stomach, causing Oikawa’s muscles to tense and heat tingling under his skin, and he watches the way Hinata’s tongue comes out to lick his lower lip.

“You said I can touch you later if I’m still up for it,” Hinata repeats Oikawa’s words from earlier, determination in his voice, and there’s light gradually filling Hinata’s eyes as the seconds pass by.

And by what Hinata can see from his peripheral—Oikawa is definitely ‘up’ for it.

He wants to please. He wants to touch.

He wants to see Oikawa when he’s being touched and pleased by Hinata.

And his body is already reacting to Oikawa’s arousing scent—he’s now wide awake—

He wants this. Even the faint nerves he feels from initiating something like this won’t deter him from wanting to finally get his turn to make Oikawa feel good.

And he has his chance right now.

Hinata bites his lip, and Oikawa doesn’t have the time to be surprised by the boldness by the redhead—he’s a little too lost from the feeling of Hinata’s hand trailing down, fingers faintly dancing over the waistband of his pants.

“And it’s not fair that you don’t get anything in return,” Hinata adds, a frown on his lips, and Oikawa just stares.

Conflicted.

“…You don’t owe me anything,” Oikawa ends up pointing out. Because Hinata doesn’t. He’s just hard. His erection will eventually go away. “I’m supposed to be taking care of you—”

“But I want to take care of you too if I can.”

And yet—Hinata says stuff like that, and Oikawa is too weak to even fight it.

Oikawa’s mouth parts open, looking over Hinata, and his heart surges in his throat at the small plea he sees in Hinata’s eyes.

…It’s also the larger part, that wanting voice in Oikawa’s head, that ends up winning instead.

Oikawa says something under his breath that sounds like a curse—Hinata can’t tell—and Oikawa runs a hand over his head, seemingly making up his mind at that very moment.

And the stare he gives Hinata right after is heated, but his voice is softer than what his expression entails. “Don’t force yourself into doing something you don’t want.”

Which, Hinata figures, is Oikawa’s way of giving in.

There’s elation thrumming in Hinata’s blood as he pulls on the jaw string on Oikawa’s sweatpants, and his eyes burn with equal parts hunger and determination. “I want this, though.”

And how the hell is Oikawa supposed to deny that when Hinata is so willing and needy to touch him?

It’s Hinata—Oikawa must be insane to say no to him.

Especially when Hinata is being a teasing little minx and purposely brushing the tips of his fingers over Oikawa’s bulge, back and forth, causing sparks of heat to ricochet up Oikawa’s spine and a low groan leaves his throat.

Looking into Hinata’s eyes is dangerous, Oikawa is starting to realize, as he lets himself get swept up in it and settle into the warmth of Hinata’s scent and the feel of his hand on him.

Hinata truly is a different person when he’s in heat.

“Okay,” Oikawa licks his lips, and his eyes lower to Hinata’s mouth. Always so damn tempting. “Kiss me then—”

But Hinata is already leaning down before Oikawa can even finish his sentence.

Hinata feels too fuzzy with heat and desire to even think about being shy, and presses his lips against Oikawa’s, both of them exhaling a sharp breath through their noses, and Oikawa immediately goes to suck on Hinata’s lower lip, loving the small moan it pulls out.

He doesn’t move his hands or guide Hinata to do anything. He wants Hinata to take this at his own pace, and do what he feels comfortable with. And Oikawa is more than happy to busy himself licking and sucking on Hinata’s lips until they’re all nice and red, slipping his tongue in to drag out sweet little moans—holding Hinata’s face in his hands like he never wants to let go.

But then he feels Hinata’s fingers tug at his waistband, and Hinata’s panting against his lips, “Can I?”

It’s almost futile to still ask at this point—but Oikawa still finds it endearing nonetheless—and he grins against Hinata’s lips, his voice a pitch lower. “You can do whatever you want.”

It’s the exasperated puff of breath that Hinata lets out in response that has Oikawa’s grin widening, while Hinata finger’s digs under the hem of both his pants and underwear. “You might regret saying that.”

Oikawa highly doubts it.

But before he can respond to that—

Hinata is quick to pull down the bottom half of clothes—not all the way down, but enough for Oikawa’s erection to bounce free, causing cool air to hit his dick so suddenly that Oikawa needs to bite down on his teeth to catch himself.

And it all happens too fast for him to stop the low groan he lets out when rough fingers wrap around his dick—finally giving it some attention. “Fuck—”

“Oh,” Hinata gasps out at the same time when he finally gets to touch Oikawa. To feel him and—

Holy shit.

It’s the first thing that runs through Hinata’s mind when he fists Oikawa’s cock and gives it a slow, indulgent pull.

It’s big in length and thickness, where the tips of Hinata’s fingers barely touch when wrapped around the length of it, and a hot thrill bubbles inside his guts when he thinks about fitting that inside him.

Hinata resorts to breathing against Oikawa’s mouth—he’s more focused on the weight of Oikawa in his hand, how hard it feels and the way it throbs when he strokes it from base to tip—and Oikawa simply watches with awe.

He observes the triumph in Hinata’s eyes, the slow opening of Hinata’s mouth with every slide of his fist, and the satisfaction in his eyes growing when Hinata spreads the pre-cum leaking all over the head of Oikawa’s cock—causing the brunet to shudder with heat.

“Your hand feels so good,” Oikawa murmurs, pulling Hinata in for another kiss, grazing his teeth over Hinata’s—now swollen—bottom lip and the redhead nearly whimpers against him at the tiny praise.

Hinata’s hand isn’t soft like other omegas he’s been with.

They’re rough and firm with strong fingers—and Oikawa decides that he prefers the feel of these particular hands much more than anything else.

He likes the coarseness of Hinata’s palm sliding up his length. He likes how heavy Hinata’s fingers feel around him—so secure and sure of what he’s doing.

Even without lube—Oikawa is already about to lose his mind with the orgasm that’s been simmering in his stomach for who knows how long, now.

Eventually, Hinata starts to move—the position they’re currently in is great for kissing but otherwise, not so much—and he breaks the kiss, leaving them both breathless and Oikawa blindly chasing after that soft warmth of Hinata’s lips, mourning the loss of it and he’s so close to asking Hinata to come back but—

But then Hinata shifts down, and he’s slotting himself between Oikawa’s thighs—prompting the man to widen his spread-out legs a little more to make room for Hinata—and Hinata sits on his knees, hand still pumping up and down and using whatever pre-cum is leaking out as lube, his eyes almost entranced by what he’s doing.

And when Oikawa leans up on his elbows, tipping his chin down—

He’s definitely not complaining about the break in their kiss anymore.

The view is too good that Oikawa is silently wondering if he’s still dreaming or something.

He doesn’t know what he did to deserve to have Hinata between his legs, with Hinata’s hands on his cock, and Hinata wearing his clothes—

But it’s an image Oikawa wants to commit to memory as he watches, eyes half-lidded, as Hinata uses one hand to brace himself on Oikawa’s thigh, while the other switches from sliding his fist along Oikawa’s length and covering the head with his thumb to collect some of the wetness pooling there.

Hinata doesn’t know what he enjoys more.

The feeling of Oikawa in his hand or the view of Oikawa looking down at him through his nose, eyes locked on Hinata with eyes so full of hunger that Hinata feels hot with it.

And Hinata feels dizzy with being able to see Oikawa’s face going tense with pleasure the faster he moves his hands, his wrist flicking and Oikawa’s breathing quickens in tandem with Hinata’s movements.

He hasn’t given many handjobs before—but he knows what feels good for him, so he’s simply relying on that and Oikawa’s reactions whenever he does something. Massaging the skin just underneath the tip with his thumb. Squeezing hard at the base before pulling the taut skin up and rotating his wrist in a circular motion—things that Oikawa seems to be enjoying if the small moans and the slight rock of hips to chase Hinata’s hand are anything to go by.

But then Hinata brings in his other hand, both of them fisting Oikawa’s cock and rotating his hands as he strokes him—

“Oh,” Oikawa’s brows draw down, sucking in a sharp breath, and Hinata relishes the sight of Oikawa’s face turning a little red, feeling a little victorious that he gets to see Oikawa like this, causing Hinata’s leg to tense together from where he’s sitting.

Oikawa’s eyes fall shut, letting himself enjoy the feeling of Hinata’s hands on him, sounding breathless and ragged. “God—that feels good.”

And Hinata…

Once he has a bite of hearing praises like that. Seeing Oikawa like this—

Hinata gets hungry for more.

He glances down to what he’s doing, watching the tip of Oikawa’s dick—so pink and wet—bob with every movement Hinata makes and…

Hinata starts to salivate with his mouth parting just a tiny bit, his breathing heavier, and the heat in his belly growing hotter with the curiosity of how Oikawa would taste like.

He wants to know. He wants to feel Oikawa in his mouth.

He wants to see if he can fit him in and pull out even more moans from the man above.

He wants so badly that Hinata aches with it—

And despite the lustful haze that Hinata is in—he still has the lucidity to at least ask Oikawa a very important question as he swallows, his tongue coming out to lick his slightly chapped lips, eyes zeroed in on Oikawa’s cock. “Are you clean?”

Hinata’s voice is quiet, but Oikawa hears it, and he frowns as he opens his eyes to look back at Hinata—noting that the redhead’s eyes are very occupied with something else. “I—”

“Have you been tested?” Hinata slowly moves his eyes to look back at Oikawa, and his heart hammers in his chest when he sees the heat behind Hinata’s eyes. The intensity. The look as if he has some kind of goal in mind that he’s determined to achieve.

It knocks him off-guard, and Oikawa’s head needs a moment to wrap around the question Hinata just asked before nodding, his frown deepening with confusion. “Y-yeah, I’m clean—”

But that’s all Oikawa manages to say before he cuts himself with a choked gasp when Hinata leans down to press his hot tongue against the head of his cock, leaving Oikawa’s mind growing blank at the feeling. “You don’t—wait—”

But it’s futile to stop Hinata at this point—especially when he feels Hinata’s tongue lap at his head, giving it little kitten licks that drive Oikawa insane and he’s throwing his head back with a low groan. “Fuck, Hinata.”

It’s not that he doesn’t want it, it’s just not something he expected from Hinata right now. He was more than okay with a handjob.

But then Hinata’s tongue slips over the slit, mixing pre-cum and saliva as he swirls his tongue over the head of Oikawa’s dick, causing Oikawa’s legs to tense around Hinata as he digs his heels into the bed beneath them.

…Oikawa doesn’t have it in him to stop it.

He admits defeats and simply gives in.

Gives in to the heat of Hinata’s mouth that wraps around the tip of his cock. The wet feeling of his tongue lavishes whatever surface it can find.

Just pleasure and warmth are all Oikawa can focus on as his mind shuts off, listening to the sound of his own ragged breathing, even if he’s trying to calm down, and the small sounds Hinata is making.

And Hinata finds himself immediately addicted.

It’s not that Oikawa’s dick tastes like candy or anything—a little salty from the pre-cum, and the skin itself doesn’t taste like anything except for what it is: skin.

But it’s everything else about Oikawa that has Hinata having his moan muffled around his cock when he sinks his mouth further down.

It’s pulsing and hot, soft but feels so hard and heavy in his mouth that Hinata relishes the weight of it. How Oikawa is thick enough that Hinata has to lower his jaw as much as he can, the corners of his lips stretching to fit him, noting that his mouth never felt so deliciously full before.

And then this sense of power comes along with it.

That Hinata gets to see Oikawa like this. That he knows he’s the one that’s making Oikawa—always the calm and suave one—moaning and breathless, face flushed and his eyes are so foggy with pleasure.

The hunger and satisfaction of being able to reduce Oikawa down to this is so violent that Hinata feels a shiver run down his spine as he slips his mouth as far as it can go—using one hand to make up for what he can’t reach at the moment—and he hollows his cheeks, giving Oikawa’s cock a slow suck as he moves his lips back up to the tip.

“You—” Oikawa lets out a shaky breath when Hinata pulls off to mouth at the side of his shaft, tongue coming out as Hinata nips and sucks all the way down, before going back up and—

Hinata opens his mouth, letting his saliva pool down to the head of Oikawa’s dick, and Hinata uses that as extra lube to spread all over the man’s length—

It’s so filthy it has Oikawa’s breath hitching, his head spinning with arousal, and his jaw sets as he closes his eyes, cursing under his breath. “Christ—you’re going to kill me.”

It sounds more like a mumble to Hinata, and he hums with a slightly raised brow, inquisitive, looking at Oikawa as he continues to stroke him.

But Oikawa shakes his head, and he opens his eyes as he glances back at Hinata, his lips shiny with his saliva. “Nothing, you’re just—” but whatever he was going to say dies in his throat because—

Hinata chooses that moment to go back down to wrap his lips around his dick, and his eyes are locked on Oikawa’s as he sucks and slides as deep as he can go, and suddenly Oikawa’s vision is all blurry and he can’t think anymore.

“Fuck—you feel so good,” Hinata, always the weak one to hear words like that, moans around the girth of Oikawa’s length, feeling himself drool at the corner of his lips as he sucks. “You’re taking me so well, Hinata.”

And maybe it’s the sight of Oikawa looking at him with drunken eyes, his chest billowing as his face changes with pleasure, or maybe it’s the praises that seem to roll out of Oikawa’s mouth—saying his name like that—all sweet and sinful like it’s been dipped in dark chocolate.

Or maybe it’s the fact that Oikawa’s scent is so strong, heady, and everywhere—filling Hinata’s nose and head until he’s drowning in it—

But the muscles in Hinata’s thighs clench, he feels his erection throb and…

And he’s starting to get wet again.

Oikawa doesn’t notice that yet, though.

He’s a little too occupied trying to keep his composure, his mind losing to the skilled wet mouth and tongue that seems intent on making him erupt at an alarmingly fast rate.

One of Oikawa’s hands comes down to card through Hinata’s hair—it’s so soft it’s almost unbelievable—and he curls his fingers into Hinata’s scalp, trying to ground himself as he squirms under Hinata.

And Hinata moans around his length at the feeling of Oikawa’s fingers in his hair, the vibrations causing Oikawa to suck in a sharp gasp and he squeezes his eyes shut—feeling just a little overwhelmed.

He definitely underestimated what Hinata would do.

Especially when Hinata’s hand that’s on his thigh grips him, and Hinata holds his breath as his jaw opens as wide as he can go—lowering his lips until they touch Oikawa’s navel, his nose brushing the trimmed hairs and Oikawa can feel the head of his cock bump the back of Hinata’s mouth—

And then Hinata’s tongue comes out to give short and quick licks against the base of Oikawa’s dick while his mouth stays there, practically swallowing all of Oikawa’s cock, and—

“God—” Oikawa groans, his mind going through a small battle when he can feel himself far into Hinata’s throat, and he doesn’t know when he ever felt this out of control from someone going down on him. “You feel so perfect around me—shit—”

But he starts to babble, his heart pounding in his ears, and all he feels is his face is on fire and the tight ball of heat in his lower stomach is about to combust—

It’s so good. Too fucking good.

It almost has Oikawa feeling jealous because Hinata clearly did this a lot with someone else to be this good with his mouth.

Key word: almost.

Because whatever Hinata is doing is making Oikawa’s brain melt, and he never really enjoyed losing total control in bed—it made him feel too vulnerable and weak in a way.

But he doesn’t think twice as he lets go for Hinata.

It feels like the easiest thing to do.

And he doesn’t mean to but—Oikawa bucks his hips a little, causing his dick to choke Hinata and he hears the man gag and it shouldn’t sound as good as it does but—fuck, it does.

He opens his eyes, watching the way Hinata’s hand returns to wrap around him as Hinata moves back up, sucking and bobbing his head at a brutal pace.

There’s saliva everywhere, it’s wet and the sounds Hinata makes are so obscene—it’s sloppy with the way Hinata is sucking him, and the small sounds Hinata is making at the back of his throat affect Oikawa.

But it’s the moment Hinata makes eye contact with Oikawa—his eyes are so watery and a few tears are streaking down the corner of Hinata’s eyes—

That’s what does it for Oikawa.

“I—” Oikawa grits his teeth, and his fingers dig a little more into Hinata’s scalp as he tugs on his head to guide Hinata’s head off of him as Oikawa tries to warn him, “Hinata, I’m gonna cum—”

But Hinata doesn’t budge, his lips are tight around Oikawa’s dick—as if he’s almost being stubborn about not wanting to let go—and continues to suck with his cheeks hollowed, his eyebrows a little drawn down with determination, and Oikawa is left panting and moaning and—

He’s done for.

“Oh, fu—” Oikawa immediately falls apart—it should be a little scary for him but it isn’t—as he clings onto Hinata’s head, fighting between the need to fuck himself into Hinata’s mouth as he cums and being cautious not to suffocate him, as thick spurts of cum fills Hinata’s mouth.

All he sees is white. All he feels is fire.

Oikawa’s mind is just a blur as his orgasm goes through him in hot waves, his breathing shaky and low.

And Hinata swallows everything with a long, drawn-out moan—not from the taste, but the feel of Oikawa filling his mouth, and just so overly gratified and powerful from the image he has of Oikawa above him.

It’s when he feels Oikawa going limp under his touch, and Hinata hears a small whine that sounds like the pleasure is bordering on oversensitivity—that Hinata pulls off with a wet pop, leaving a string of saliva that connects him to the head of Oikawa’s cock, and Hinata is panting as well when he sits back and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

They both remain silent for a moment, with just their breathing filling the air.

It takes way longer than normal for Oikawa’s brain to come back to its senses, but when it does, Oikawa immediately winces at the cool air hitting his—now softening—dick that’s drying with saliva, prompting him to tuck it in and adjust his pants back to its place.

And once that’s settled—

He looks at Hinata, whose face is red and there’s sweat dampening his hairline, and he’s sniffling and wiping at his eyes as he catches his breath while he remains between Oikawa’s legs.

And maybe he’s still riding the high of his post-orgasm, or it’s because Hinata’s scent is getting into his mind and playing with it—

But Oikawa doesn’t say anything or bother to ask this time as he leans forward, the muscles in his stomach flexing as he reaches with both hands to cup Hinata’s face—causing Hinata to let out a small, strangled noise of surprise—and pulls him in for a kiss.

Hinata’s mouth is wet and when he slips his tongue in, and Oikawa finds it a little bitter but he still lets a small groan work from his throat at the thought of tasting himself on Hinata’s tongue—the fact that it’s more arousing than it is gross.

But that’s also when Oikawa picks up another smell when he inhales through his nose, kissing Hinata like he depends on it, and Oikawa’s eyes open just a little to watch Hinata as their lips move together.

It’s slick. That’s what he smells.

And by the intensity of it—it’s enough to let Oikawa know Hinata is undoubtedly worked up by all of this.

How much he needs some relief as well.

“Lie down.”

It’s the sudden change in Oikawa’s tone—the slight dominating edge to it—that has Hinata momentarily pausing, his pupils dilating, and the ache between his legs pulsing with heat.

Hinata doesn’t know what Oikawa plans as his body listens and lets the man guide him to lay on his back, with Oikawa following and hovering over Hinata’s body, and he captures Hinata’s lips for another kiss—both of Oikawa’s palms pressing into the mattress on either side of Hinata’s head, caging him between those arms.

But Hinata is honestly willing to let Oikawa do anything he wants—because he knows Oikawa will make it feel good—as he sucks on Oikawa’s lower lip.

He hooks his legs around Oikawa’s waist because he needs more contact, and pulls Oikawa’s hips in—and Oikawa happily lets Hinata do so as he rolls his hips against the other’.

It has Hinata’s ass grinding against Oikawa’s groin, pulling out a choked moan from Hinata, and Oikawa smirks wickedly against his mouth when he feels how damp Hinata’s shorts are. “Did sucking me off turn you on?”

It’s the question that has Hinata faltering between kisses, feeling flushed, and Oikawa teases him a little more as he presses his hips firmly against Hinata’s ass, nipping at Hinata’s lips. “I can feel how wet you are, even through your pants.”

And normally—Hinata would be embarrassed by that. How evident his arousal is and the stickiness of slick between his thighs.

But Oikawa has made it almost his mission to make sure Hinata doesn’t feel anything but heat and desire when he’s around him—that there’s no need to ever feel ashamed—

So Hinata just moans in response, openly rolling his hips because fuck—he needs some friction—and Oikawa finds his smirk turning lecherous against swollen lips. His voice taunting in that low baritone of his. “You liked having your mouth full with a dick, huh?”

Hinata makes this sound, somewhere between a moan and a whine, and the tips of his ears turn a deep shade of red from hearing Oikawa’s filthy mouth, squirming underneath the man because he just feels so hot and needy and he wants Oikawa to touch him—Hinata is this close to begging without being teased into it but—

But then Oikawa moves to kiss the corner of Hinata’s mouth, the side of his jaw, then the skin underneath his ear—leaving goosebumps to spread all over Hinata’s skin—before Oikawa’s breath fans over Hinata’s ear. “Show me then.”

Hinata’s breath stills for a second, all while Oikawa’s teeth graze the shell of Hinata’s ear, making Hinata shiver in response. “Show me how much you liked it.”

It takes a moment for Hinata to understand what Oikawa means by that—his head is working too slowly in trying to catch up from the drunken haze it’s in.

But when it finally hits him, Hinata’s eyes grow a little big, and—

Oh.

Hinata’s breath hitches, and there’s a brief moment of clarity that breezes through him—

But the warmth and weight from Oikawa’s body pressing against him and the heat bubbling inside him takes over, and Hinata is quick—his hands fumbling with the jaw string of the shorts—as he lifts his hips to pull his pants down, his legs unhooking to take them off, earning an approved groan from the man above him.

Hinata doesn’t know what Oikawa intends to do—he’s just excited and turned on, he doesn’t care at this point—as he lays there with Oikawa between his bent legs with Oikawa going back in for another kiss, and Hinata’s heart is thumping so profoundly he’s sure Oikawa can feel it against him with how close they are.

Oikawa doesn’t know if it’s normal to be so affected by the smell of slick, because the way his body reacts and his mind loses all of its senses when the scent hits his nose should be concerning.

He finds himself letting out a low snarl as he practically ravishes Hinata’s mouth, causing Hinata to let out short gasps for air and fingers clinging onto Oikawa’s hair for some purchase.

It feels good like this, and Oikawa doesn’t mind simply rocking his hips against Hinata’s, rolling against the redhead’s aching erection—knowing Hinata can probably cum like this alone.

But that’s not what Oikawa has in mind for tonight.

“Come on,” Oikawa’s tongue laps at Hinata’s abused lips, taking in the flushed look on Hinata’s face and just how gone his mind is—a sight that’s just so thrilling Oikawa doesn’t know if he’ll ever get used to it—and he pries one of Hinata’s hands off his hair to guide it towards Hinata’s thigh, moving a little further down, “I asked you to show me.”

Confused but too out of it to care, Hinata lets Oikawa blindly guide his hand somewhere—just feeling the man’s hand wrap around his, so secure and warm, is enough for Hinata—until…

Until Hinata feels his own fingers brushing against his own cock—causing him to shudder—before he’s grazing the skin leading to his hole and—

…Oh. Oh.

“You—” Hinata’s mouth falls open, his sentence cut short when he feels something wet and a little thick coat his fingers, feeling a little flustered when it’s Oikawa that’s making him touch himself, “want me to—?”

It’s not like he’s never touched himself before. He’s done it multiple times.

It’s just…it’s so different when it’s your fingers but you’re not the one in control as someone else guides you to do what they want.

It’s new and exciting and works him up a little more, simply letting Oikawa make him circle his rim before pulling his hand back out, and Hinata’s face burns when he sees just how much slick is on his fingers, glistening even in the dark room they’re in.

“Look at you,” Oikawa coos, and he brings Hinata’s hand to his mouth to lap at the wetness on Hinata’s fingers, watching how Hinata’s eyes double in size and his wet lips are parting with heat. Oikawa wears a slanted, smug smile, eyes dropping with a tease. “Were you really that desperate to taste me?”

Hinata’s response is a little delayed—he’s too focused on the warm mouth wrapped around his fingers, the skilled tongue that should be criminal as it curls around his fingers, seemingly licking every drop it can get.

It has Hinata’s breath stalling in his chest, the pit of heat in his belly growing insanely hot that it reaches his entire body, and he’s starting to writhe at the feeling.

But then Oikawa playfully nips one of Hinata’s fingers, and that snaps Hinata back to the present—Oikawa’s question floating in his head—and Hinata…

He’ll blame it on the heat later—but his eyes become hooded, and there’s a faint approximation of a smile as he gives Oikawa a little taste of his own medicine as he wets his lips, “Maybe I was.”

Because the reaction he gets from Oikawa right after that?

The pupils dilating, the muscle in Oikawa’s jaw tensing, and Hinata can see the hunger and arousal in Oikawa’s eyes ignite—as if Hinata’s words was a match setting the flames—and the deep groan Oikawa makes—

It’s so worth putting aside the embarrassment Hinata feels for talking back like that to him.

Hinata makes a small noise of surprise when Oikawa goes in to kiss him with so much need behind it, Hinata can taste his slick on Oikawa’s tongue when the man slips it in to rub against the roof of Hinata’s mouth, and Hinata cringes a little—he will never understand the appeal that slick has on alphas, but Oikawa seems to love it—

Oikawa guides Hinata’s hand back down and between his thighs, causing Hinata’s legs to tense when he feels his fingers circle his hole and Oikawa’s mumbling between small nips and kisses. “Show me how desperate you were then.”

At first, Hinata doesn’t know what Oikawa means by that—what he wants Hinata to do—

But then Oikawa moves one of Hinata’s fingers to press the tip against his opening, and Hinata sucks in a sharp breath, gaping at Oikawa with equal parts shock and arousal, when Oikawa pushes Hinata’s finger inside himself.

It slips in so easily with how wet he is and from their earlier ministrations, and Hinata feels his walls instantly sucking in his own finger as they move further down.

This is…not what he expected.

Out of all the things Hinata thought Oikawa would do to him—

Using his own fingers to pleasure him is nowhere near the list.

And that confusion is seemingly evident on Hinata’s face because Oikawa’s face moves with a smirk, his hand keeping Hinata’s in place, and Hinata feels so hot when Oikawa is staring down at him like that.

Putting Hinata in the spotlight.

Looking at Hinata like he might just devour him if he could.

“Keep going.”

It’s not a command, but the way Oikawa says it—in that lazy, low drawl—and how he’s looking at Hinata—

It feels like one—as if those words manage to seep into Hinata’s bones and take hold—and the need to listen and please is so strong.

Hinata hesitates—because doing this is new for him—but that hesitation only lasts for a heartbeat, and Hinata tentatively slides his finger inside himself until the last knuckle and a warm pit spreads inside him at the satisfied pull in Oikawa’s smile.

And Oikawa goes back to kissing Hinata, a pleased hum rumbling from Oikawa’s chest, and he moves to kiss along the crook of Hinata’s neck, murmuring against heated skin. “So good for me.”

And Hinata wants to be good.

He wants to hear those praises.

It spurs him on more and more, and Hinata lets a small moan leave his mouth as he slowly slides his finger in and out, doing just what Oikawa asked him to do.

It’s not the same. That’s the first thing that comes to Hinata’s mind when he fingers himself, slow and steady, while Oikawa seems intent on making Hinata lose it by licking long strides along his neck.

Ever since Hinata got a taste—or a whole handful if you will—of Oikawa’s fingers inside him—

Just one of his fingers barely feels like anything.

He needs—no, craves—more, and Hinata doesn’t mean for the small, frustrated whine that comes from his throat but—

Oikawa hears it, and he smiles against Hinata’s neck as he moves down to—loving how his shirt on Hinata is big enough to have Hinata’s collarbone exposed—and he grazes his teeth over it before leaving a delicate kiss, his voice teasing as it vibrates against Hinata. “You want to add more?”

All Hinata manages is to give a small nod, he can hear how heavy his breathing is, and the grin that spreads against his collarbone is nothing short of teasing. “You’re so needy.”

But it sounds more lighthearted than anything else, and Oikawa’s hands move down the smooth skin of Hinata’s leg, his palms savouring the feel of hard muscles underneath, and he hooks his hands under the bend of Hinata’s knees to push his legs a little higher, giving Hinata easier access to reach his hole but also—

Oikawa gets to watch, heat spreading everywhere and his mouth watering at the sight of Hinata touching himself—and his lips become shiny with saliva when he licks them, his voice sounding rougher. “Go on, show me how much you need to satisfy yourself.”

It sounds degrading.

Like Hinata is someone who is so needy that he can never be satisfied with what’s inside him.

And the crazy thing is—Hinata kind of likes it.

He likes the way Oikawa says it, and it’s so weird and yet hot that Hinata just feels so overwhelmed by it.

But it’s also what has Hinata slipping into two more fingers at the same time, stretching himself in a way that satisfies the small ache that’s been growing in his stomach, and Hinata lets out a small, happy moan from it.

And Oikawa watches with voracious eyes, appreciating the way slick trickles out with every pump of Hinata’s fingers, and Hinata’s erection—so pink and perfect and hard against his stomach, pre-cum making a small mess on himself and Oikawa swallows. Hard.

“You’re doing so good,” Oikawa murmurs, one hand sliding down—leaving a trail of heat and goosebumps along Hinata’s skin—until he wraps his fingers around Hinata’s dick. “Learning so fast,” Oikawa gives the base a little squeeze, causing Hinata to jerk a little, “such a good boy.”

Hinata becomes so pliant with the praises that every sweet word that leaves Oikawa’s tongue just pulls Hinata into this thick pool of honey and warmth.

Hinata moans when he curls his fingers to massage his prostate, which makes his thighs tense and his hips lift—causing him to fuck into Oikawa’s fist—and Oikawa merely watches with heated fascination at this side of Hinata that he’s gradually becoming possessive of.

“You look so filthy like this,” Oikawa breathes, his voice a little hoarse, as he strokes Hinata’s cock, watching the way Hinata’s eyes open upon hearing that and the redness blossoming on his face. “I wonder what people will say if they saw you like this.”

Not that Oikawa ever intends on letting anyone see Hinata like this.

He doesn’t want anyone else to have that privilege. He doesn’t like to share—even if what he has spread out in front of him is worth every penny on this planet.

But that doesn’t stop him from spurring Hinata on, bending low to press his lips against Hinata’s hipbone—his hand continuously twisting around Hinata’s erection—taunting him. “Their precious Hinata,” Oikawa moves to kiss the skin right beside Hinata’s groin, and Hinata’s stomach tenses from it, “their innocent sunshine,” Another kiss, this time on the upper thigh, feeling the muscles underneath draw taught with tension under his lips, “so pure,” Oikawa nips the skin, earning him a small moan from Hinata.

“Just for them to see you like this,” Oikawa’s head lowers until he finds a spot on Hinata’s inner thigh, his cheek brushing against the side of Hinata’s dick as he flattens his tongue to glide over that area, savouring the sound of the wet gasp Hinata responds with.

And it’s not necessary—probably risky, even—but Oikawa can’t help it.

The smell of slick is so damn strong from here and he’s so close to just moving Hinata’s hand out of the way so he can dive his head in there instead.

It has Oikawa’s dick twitching again—and he lets out an almost strained groan like he’s in pain that he can’t have his tongue where he wants it—

So, he latches onto Hinata’s inner thigh instead, his mouth wrapping around hot skin and he sucks, tasting the sweetness and a little bit of sweat on his tongue.

He sucks until the roof of his mouth starts to feel numb and there’s a dark, purple bruise forming on Hinata’s skin when Oikawa pulls back.

And there’s a small dose of selfish joy that prickles under Oikawa’s skin at the sight of marking Hinata—because he knows that will last for at least a week—a reminder for Hinata of what happened here tonight.

“For them to watch you fuck yourself, so desperate to cum,” Oikawa murmurs with a carnal edge to his voice, his thumb swiping over the head of Hinata’s cock before sliding his fist back down to the base of Hinata’s length. “It would be quite a show, hm?”

The words make Hinata’s brain feel so light and numb, his eyes roll back with a whimper working its way from his throat, and his face is on fire from either embarrassment or pleasure—he doesn’t know.

He just feels so slutty like this—hearing those words from Oikawa’s mouth, and feeling the heated gaze on him from Oikawa—

The shame should be there—Hinata can feel it lingering somewhere in the back of his muddled head from all of this.

This should turn Hinata away—make him want to hide—because of how…exposed he feels. How new this is and so damn lewd he feels like he’s in some porn scene.

But Oikawa makes it seem like whatever show Hinata is putting on is something worth paying for—despite the degrading words from him—like Oikawa is enjoying this very much.

And Hinata wants Oikawa to enjoy it. To make him want more of this and him.

It makes Hinata feel good—too good—to stop and feel shy about it.

So instead, he picks up the pace of his fingers, pumping them in a way that he knows will get him off as he rubs against that sweet spot inside him.

“Shit, just like that,” Oikawa’s eyes can’t seem to pick what they want to focus on. Hinata’s face that looks so gone with pleasure, or the erection right in front of him that’s throbbing in Oikawa’s palm, or the fingers that disappear every few seconds inside that ass that Oikawa is waiting to finally fuck into. “You look perfect.”

There’s a broken moan that can be heard from Hinata, and he pushes the back of his head into the pillow, feeling the tension inside him ready to snap at any moment as he rubs insistently against his prostate. “Oikawa—”

“You’re close,” It’s not a question but a simple fact that Oikawa can tell just from watching Hinata as he continues the languid strokes with Hinata’s cock.

It’s funny how easily he can figure out small details like that after spending one day with the redhead.

How easy it is to tell Hinata is so close to an orgasm just by watching the shift in Hinata’s expression, the tension in his face growing, how his breathing has accelerated—

Just small details that Oikawa hopes he gets to see more of in the future.

The only response Oikawa gets from Hinata is a small jerk of Hinata’s head that looks like a nod, breathy moans fill the room they’re in, and the side of Oikawa’s mouth bows with a devilish grin. “You want me to help you with that?”

Oikawa only expected Hinata to just nod—given how lost in pleasure he was and could barely catch his breath—so he wasn’t prepared for the shaky moan that Hinata let out, or how he says, “Please,” so nicely and wanting and—

Oikawa blows out a short breath because of that, trying to cool his mind because he is not going to get hard again, and he moves his head so that his warm breath hovers over Hinata’s dick to stop distract himself from flipping Hinata over to fuck him instead.

“I like it when you say that,” Oikawa mutters with a smirk in his voice, and Hinata wants to retort but—

“Oh—!” Hinata’s jaw goes slack, and he sucks in a sharp breath when he feels a warm mouth wrap around the head of his cock, and a tongue sliding over the slit. “Oh god—Oikawa—”

Hinata’s eyes squeeze shut, the feeling of everything around him a little too much, and Hinata’s mind feels like it’s stuffed with cotton when his orgasm builds and builds and—

If this was any other time, Hinata would love to just tip his chin down to see the view of his cock in Oikawa’s mouth.

The power that image would bring, how satisfying it would be.

He wants to so badly but—

Next time.

“I’m gonna—” Hinata breaks with a loud gasp, his orgasm ready to break. “Shit—I’m gonna cum—”

But all Oikawa does is hum, almost mourning the short time he gets of Hinata in his mouth—it tastes good, just like everything else from Hinata—and he hollows his cheeks, his throat ready, and sucks like it’s his only mission in life. To get Hinata to lose it.

To hear those gasping moans and his name falling from Hinata’s plump lips.

It’s when Hinata’s fingers brush over that sweet spot inside him again, pressing against it all while he feels the head of his cock bump against the back of Oikawa’s throat—

That’s all it takes for Hinata.

It feels like a cord snapping when he cums—fast and harsh—and his orgasm floods him, crashing into his nerves and rolling over his entire body until he can’t see straight.

He doesn’t even know what he’s saying. It’s all too much. So good.

And Oikawa swallows every drop of cum spilling out of Hinata, practically milking him even when he hears Hinata cry and whimper at the oversensitivity, and he doesn’t stop until Hinata withdraws his fingers out of himself and he’s squirming under him. “God—Oikawa, please—’s much—”

It’s tempting to drive Hinata to overstimulation. To see how far Oikawa can push him.

But it’s also their first night, it’s late, and Oikawa can feel the shadow of sleepiness finally beginning to overtake his body.

Next time.

Oikawa’s mouth lets go of Hinata’s dick with a soft, wet pop, and he huffs out a breath as he wipes his lower lip with his thumb, his other hand rubbing one of Hinata’s thighs to soothe him.

He watches Hinata practically melt into the bed, his lashes fluttering as if they’re trying so hard to keep him awake, and Oikawa silently gloats at how flushed and tired Hinata looks.

Oikawa swallows, his voice a little rugged. “You okay?”

Hinata’s answering smile is soft and sleepy, and his back arches off the bed a little as he stretches out his legs, a happy sigh escaping him. “Tired.”

Yeah, Oikawa figured that much.

Oikawa hums, his smile is warm and fond as he watches Hinata, and he settles for massaging both of Hinata’s thighs—maybe being a little selfish as he takes advantage of touching them as much as he can—and he nods his head at Hinata’s hand. “We should get you cleaned up first.”

It doesn’t take long for Oikawa to come back with a warm washcloth to clean Hinata’s hands and thighs, and for Hinata to put half of his clothes back on, both of them finally settling in for the rest of the night.

And once Oikawa returns from the washroom after washing his hands, he’s left with the sight of Hinata curled around the stuffed volleyball plush, a space already made beside Hinata for Oikawa to fill.

“…” Oikawa smiles, thick with affection, and he ignores the weird feeling in his chest that shouldn’t be present as he crawls onto his bed—inside Hinata’s nest—and lays down in the same spot he was in before things got a little heated.

And once he’s comfortable, Hinata doesn’t hesitate this time to move up and tuck himself against Oikawa’s side—as if his body belongs there—and he nuzzles his head right under Oikawa’s chin, inhaling a deep breath and sighing with contempt at Oikawa’s scent.

It makes Oikawa so weak and he has to bite his lip and will his heart to slow down.

“…” Oikawa turns so his chest is pressed against Hinata’s, and he wraps one hand loosely around Hinata’s waist to keep him there, basking in the warmth and peace of just having all of this to himself.

Even if it’s because of unpredictable circumstances. Oikawa indulges as much as he can.

They settle into a comfortable silence for a bit right after—their breathing being the only thing that they can hear in the room.

…And it’s nice. All of this.

It’s really nice.

Not something Oikawa thought he would enjoy that much and yet—here we are.

“…You know,” Hinata breaks the silence, his voice hushed and Oikawa can detect the sleepiness pulling at the edges of his tone, and Oikawa hums, waiting for Hinata to continue. “…You never asked me if I was clean.”

It takes a little longer than it should have for Oikawa to understand what Hinata is referring to, but when it hits—

Realization cracks his eyes wide open, and he thinks his breathing has momentarily stopped. “…Right, shit—”

Fuck, why didn’t he even consider that?

It’s not like he didn’t know Hinata slept with someone else before him, and yet he was too caught up in everything to ask such a simple question.

Hell—even Hinata, given his state of barely being lucid, managed to ask.

“I’m sorry—I didn’t—”

“I am clean, though,” Oikawa is just a little taken back by the chuckle Hinata lets out, like this is funnier than it is a reflection of Oikawa being careless, but Oikawa’s mouth clamps shut anyway, a relieved breath falling out of his nose.

“It’s just…” Hinata doesn’t even try to contain the smirk in his voice, “wanted to point out I wasn’t the only one eager to have a taste.”

Oikawa’s words from only moments ago replay in his head, how he was the one taunting Hinata about wanting to taste Oikawa’s cock, and Oikawa opens his mouth—a little stunned—before he wets his lips and bites down to stop a smile from rising, and he huffs out a scoff instead. “You got me there.”

There’s no point in hiding it.

He wants to taste all of Hinata—and he’ll make it known if he needs to.

“Now,” Oikawa sighs, his heart doing this weird thing in his chest as he pulls Hinata closer, “try to get some rest,” Oikawa murmurs against Hinata’s hair, but then—

Hinata snorts, and his warm breath fans against Oikawa’s neck when he whispers in the cool night air. “I wasn’t the one getting hard in the middle of the night and reeking of arousal.”

The response itself isn’t what Oikawa expected from Hinata, but it doesn’t stop the smile—almost proud—that stretches on Oikawa’s face right after, and he closes his eyes, his voice nothing short of teasing. “Sorry,” Oikawa’s thumb starts to rub circles on Hinata’s back, and lets out a flippant sigh, “I’ll try my hardest not to dream about fucking you next time.”

But the reaction Hinata gives him after that?

With Hinata stuffing his face a little more into Oikawa’s neck—almost like he’s trying to hide—as his cheeks flush and he stammers when Oikawa flips the table back on him, “S-shut up.”

Totally what Oikawa expected as he lets out a small chuckle bleed into the night air around them, his voice vibrating against the body all curled up next to him, while his thumb continues to move to help coax Hinata to sleep.

Eventually, though—Oikawa’s mind drags him to rest soon after Hinata does, which doesn’t take that long.

And Oikawa falls asleep that night with his head light. His body relaxed. A warm body snuggled next to him. A content grin lifting his face.

And his heart full.

Thank you for reading 💙

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tsumukono · 1 year

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Havent post for long while, sorry

All pics a for my sweet husband kita/bf, Love my sweet caring alpha, cant image better Lover then him, from christmas gift to spoiling him till valentine bit saucy pics 💞💞

He deserve all the Love 💞💞

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malereadermaniac · 3 months

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Omega team manager x Random Guys

How Kuroo, Daichi, Bokuto, Atsumu, Ushijima, and Oikawa as alphas would interact with their Omega!manager

I'm fucking FEEDING u lot with this one it's SO LONGGG

Also sorry if some of these guys are OOC I haven't watched Haikyuu in 3 years xoxo

Sfw and Nsfw - fem readers and minors dni!!!

Kuroo sfw

He wasn't opposed to the idea of having an omega as his team manager, infact Kuroo was quite keen on the idea

He liked the idea of the team leader being an alpha and their manager being an omega

But he didn't let on that he fucking loved it

Kuroo immediately became protective over you, but in a more detached way

He would hang out with you, scenting your stuff over time to reek of his pheromones

After a few months, the rest of the team, as well as every other alpha in the school had backed off from you

The two of you took forever to even start courting

But it wasn't bad that way, you received the same amount of attention from Kuroo that you would if he was to court you

Kuroo would give you his team jacket to wear when the team was running laps outside, his scent enveloping you

The built alpha would tell you to cheer extra loud for him before a game

Eventually, the alpha mustered up the courage to court you, and the two of you have been together for ages now

Dates every weekend, study dates if you have exams the next week

Sleepovers after dates were mandatory

And you two were insufferable at college, Kuroo loved to rub his relationship in everyone's face - you were a very popular and sought after omega, so Kuroo liked to make sure people knew you were claimed

"I fuckin' love it when you wear my volleyball tank, babe - can't have an omega as handsome as you walk around without even a trace of my scent"

Kuroo nsfw

What escalated your relationship from courting to dating was your heat

The two of you were at Kuroo's house, home alone studying for a quiz the following monday

You knew your heat was due soon, but soon meant in a week, not THAT day

What set you off were Kuroo's pheromones, the strong smell of musk mixed with woody scents sent you over the edge

The alpha noticed your panting and blushed face immediately

He apologised, kept his distance and told you several times not to do something you two would regret

Fast forward to the two of you dating, Kuroo's rut

His carnal desires took over and you were willing to help

His chiselled body, gleaming with sweat stood naked infront of you, your alpha looking down at you with hazy eyes

Your knees buckled from his pheromones

An hour had gone by and Kuroo was still sloppily eating you out, not even putting a finger in you, his rut keeping his focus only on the addictive taste of your slick leaking ass

Once your alpha had finally had his fill, he moved on to fucking you

Kuroo's rut made him ruthless, fucking you with vigor, panting and grunting into your ear, biting your body and covering you in marks possessively

The room was hot and stuffy with the smell of sweat, alpha pheromones, omega pheromones, cum and slick - but Kuroo and you kept going until his rut finally started to let up

"My Omega- HAHH! FUCK! Go-oood Omega-! Love you- so fuckin' - GAHH- SO FUCKIN MUCH"

Daichi sfw

He knew you before you became Kurasuno's manager

Daichi was practically courting you by the time you became the teams manager - so nishinoya and tanka were quickly put off of you once they smelled Daichi's pheromones all over you

Again, being one of the few male Omega's at your college made you highly sought after

Daichi always told you how lucky he was to have your love

He's the softest Alpha you've ever met, gentle touches juxtapose his rough hands

He likes that the two of you are relatively popular, people watch as the two of you walk together and think that you're the perfect couple

Daichi likes to cuddle you, scent you constantly and to always feel his hands on you or vice versa

The alpha has no clue about PDA, he kisses you in corridors - his Alpha then prolonging the kiss to a make-out session that lasts the whole of lunch - it's up to you to drag him away to a more private area

Daichi is completely head over heels for hid omega

"I'm so glad we're together, I'm so lucky to be with you, (y/n). I love you, darling~"

Daichi nsfw

Daichi is the complete opposite of himself when he's in a rut

He isn't violent, but his grip changes from soft to firm on you, he shows his possessive side a lot more - calling you "Mine" and "My Omega" instead of his usual nicknames for you

He fucks you hard and each of his rounds last ages - Daichi being a manager of a volleyball team being incredibly daunting once his stamina gets applied to sex

Once his ruts ends, Daichi has to care for you for at least 2 days, your lower half not working at all

On the other hand, during your heats Saichi becomes a fat tease

The alpha fucking loves when you get desperate for him, it awakens something carnal within him

He makes out with you for a while as you grind into him, calling you owt names and cooing at you mockingly while you try to get off

Then, Daichi will only finger you for a while until you start literally crying for his knot

Finally when he gives in and fucks you, Daichi goes mental - you'd think he was in a rut

He jerks you off while he fucks hard into your prostate, making you cum over and over again, desperate for his knot

Thank god that you're on contraceptives, because by the end of your heat, you get the best of your alpha at least once or twice, his knot locking him inside of you while your walls tighten and milk his dick

"Fuck baby~ So- tight! 'M sorry baby, cumin- CUMMING! Fu... fuck baby, soo good baby"

Bokuto sfw

This man was ALL over you the moment you became the manager

Bokuto would flirt with you on the daily, and you would flirt back - your confidence and charisma made the owl-haired alpha want you even more

He was always friendly towards you, seeing you as more than an object like most other alphas - he more wanted to be your friend than to mate you

Only once he was in a pre-rut and had to spend a few hours with you did Bokuto fall for you - you were such a caring Omega for him, doting on him and providing him with anything he needs

After that Bokuto was still all over you but now in aims to court you

Which you gladly let the strong, muscular, Alpha captain of your college volleyball team do

So once Bokuto marked you, the two of you became THE college couple

People envied you for dating Bokuto and others envied Bokuto for dating you

He always has an arm around your waist or shoulders, Bokuto has to let people know that he's your alpha

He likes that you're witty for an omega, you're not super soft spoken - you match his vibe, he fucking adores that shit

He tries to be the best alpha he can for you, so he always pays for your meals and other things no matter how much you protest - it inflates his ego (his chest litterally puffs up)

He loves spending time with you more than anyone else, Bokuto has never felt the way he does with you with anyone else

"You're mine, cutie~ My fuckin' perfect Omega... You're my everything, (y/n)"

Bokuto nsfw

Bokuto's demeanor in bed depends on if your in heat or if he's in a rut or not - in the best ways possible

If you're in heat and Bokuto is helping you through it, he's caring and careful with you - taking care of each of your needs

He's happy to be a dildo for you to use, a scenting and biting machine that you use to feel better

He rubs your tummy while he fucks you hard, his dick makes your belly bulge slightly - the euphoric feeling making the burn in your stomach from your heat dissappear

On the other hand, if Bokuto's in a rut he's an animal

Bokuto loves the sounds you make, they ground him while he pounds you to high heaven, pumping cum into your hole while you squirm and moan under him

He loves the scent you make when you're horny, your sweat and your pheromones keeping the ache in his gut at bay while he drills your hole with his swelling, veiny dick

But unlike most Alphas Bokuto can remain mainly conscious during his ruts

Due to that consciousness, Bokuto makes you blow him at some points, which eventually turns into him mouthfucking you

The alpha marks your whole body when in a rut, grunting and groaning your name into your ear with nothing but lust and love dripping off of his tongue

"Jeusus- fuck- (y/n)- CUMMING! FUCK- Fuck yeah! My fuckin' omega- take my- SHIT- Take my fuckin' pups babe~ I fucking love you- I need you!"

Atsumu sfw

He'd heard of you before you became the team manager

Atsuma had never gotten the hype over Omegas - that was until he met you

The way you doted on every single team member, made sure they each had water or a towel or anything, the way you cheered him on at the side of the court - it made his Inner Alpha jump with joy

Atsumu had never wanted someone as badly as he wanted you - and he was gonna get what he wanted

You noticed him talking to you more, Atsumu would purposefully show-off the height difference between you both while releasing his scent to envelop you

It flustered you st first, but as time went on you embraced the Alpha trying to subtly flirt with you

When the two of you finally started dating, Atsumu had never felt lighter, everything just felt right with you

You took care of him, keeping him in check and fully shouting at him when he gets too high and mighty

The alpha would always buy you gifts, take you out in expensive dates but most of all he liked to have sleepovers with you

You would go to his house and Atsumu would cook for you, really charm you with his looks and skills then cuddle you all night while breathing in your pheromones like air

Atsumu nsfw

Atsumu really understood the hype around Omegas when he first helped you through a heat

The alpha got lost in your scent, the lewd sounds you would make, the way you would beg for him like you needed him to live, and oh god the way you tasted and felt around him

Atsumu felt like he physically couldn't stop fucking you, his hips having a mind of their own as he pounded your loose, slicked up hole

Atsumu is also found that he's a really mean Alpha in bed, something about you brings that out of him

And he found out that you fucking live for his degradation and teasing

He loves the idea of teasing you and laughing at you while your heat is eating at you, your body writhing from the feeling in your stomach as your ass craves for his knot

Atsumu is so mean to you it turns you on so much

He teases your dick, going as far as calling it a pussy as he rubs your dick against his palm while he only just fingers at your proste

You squirt more and more slick out of your ass until Atsumu finally gives in to your pleas and absolutely ravages your ass

Your walls tighten around your Alphas dick while he fucks up into your prostate with every thrust

Moans and grunts echo in the room, Atsumu's veiny hand wraps around your throat and he squeezes gently while your hands dart to his muscular back and scratch him like a scratching post

By the time you've came for a 3rd time, Atsumu has filled your hole up to the brim

Your alpha is 6 loads in and is still willing to push through till the end of your heat ♡

"You're so cute, Omega~ Such a pathetic excuse of a man, such a cute little dick, look at you squirting sterile cum all over yourself"

Ushijima sfw

Omegas avoided Ushijima like the plague, even for an alpha he was huge and scary

So when you showed none of that when interacting with Ushijima, you had caught his eye straight away

He liked how kind you were, caring and doting like any other Omega but in a natural way - not in an overly exaggerated way like he had seen other Omegas behave around his teammates

The rest of the team noticed how much Ushijima was head over heels doe you - and they supported it so so much

He liked the height difference between you two, Ushijima would focus on how small you were compared to him even for an Omega, your small waist which his veiny hands could easily wrap around were on his mind practically 24/7

Once the team started to push Ushijima to court you, it was funny to see how you, as an Omega, were pulling most of the weight - making all the first moves while Ushijima blushes away

You were his first everything- his first crush, his first courting, his first kiss, and first time - He was like a schoolgirl around you

But once he mustered up the courage to ask you to be his, you were ecstatic - and so was the rest of the team

Dating the massive alpha was incredible, he was rich so of course Ushijima spoiled you

He compliments you so, so much in a nonchalant way - saying shit like "You're the most gorgeous man I've ever laid my eyes on" like it isn't the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to you!

And you two go on so many romantic and heartfelt dates, many of which happen at your house

Ushijima absolutely loves it when you cook for him, he sits down at the table and watches you cook away while you talk to him about something random

The whole time your words going in one ear and out the other while your muscular Alpha fantasises about you doing this for him everyday of the rest of his life after marrying you - which he most definitely plans on doing

"(Y/n) Ushijima~ I like the sound of that. Would you like to marry me, my omega? I think we'd make beautiful pups, don't you?"

Ushijima nsfw

Again, you were his first everything - so of course you were the Alpha's first time, too

The first time you helped Ushijima through a rut was insane, the poor virgin Alpha could not stop for his life

His scent was extremely powerful from the pure excitement and lust he was feeling, Ushijima was fucking you at an animalistic pace while he grunted and moaned so loud that the entire Ushijima estate could probably hear

He'd already came 4 times, his hips not stopping once, your dick overstimulated as you moaned and cried - Ushijima apologising between moans, drunk and high off of his rut

He'd never felt such pleasure before, a pure and constant rush if dopamine flooding his brain as he fucks his pups into you, his knot now just pushing in and out of you - the pain and pleasure mixing like the smell of pheromones and sweat in the Alpha's room

By the time Ushijima had regained consciousness and control over his body, he was appalled at himself

His eyes glanced over your body, widening in horror at the state your body was in - bite marks on every little patch of skin, bruises all over your hips and neck and wrists, cum still leaking out of your loose hole and your body covered in dried, sticky cum

After being bombarded with apologise, you calmed Ushijima down and promised that you enjoyed yourself

A part of him also felt really guilty that when he saw your puffed out hole, filled with his cum - a part of him hoped you'd carry his pups, so much so that he'd already gotten a semi from the idea

On the other hand, the way that Ushijima helps you through heats is incredibly sweet

The alpha does his best to soothe your pain, fingering at your prostate until you cum on his fingers while breathing in your mates scent, the burn in your stomach already dissipating

The alpha had laid plenty of attention in health class, so his dick is in you almost instantly after your first orgams, slow thrust directly against your prostate making you slick up even more, cumming once again from the way Ushijima pressed a hand against the bulge in your belly

By the end of your heat, Ushijima's back is torn to shreds along with some beautiful bite marks from you all over his broad shoulders and neck

Your body on the other hand is perfectly clean - apart from.your mating mark, which Ushijima ensured to make fresh once more

"You're so beautiful, Omega. Feel so good around me, such a good boy for me, all slick and taking my big dick all the way - you feel good don't you, (y/n)?"

Oikawa sfw

The idea of having THE campus omega as his team manager made Oikawa's chest puff up

He was all over you immediately - which made you more flustered than uncomfortable

The whole team liked you, you were very attentive to their needs and would always be up to help them with whatever - but Oikawa liked you even more than the others

The Alpha could feel his heart rate jump when you would arrive at practice and could feel his mood perk up when he had a class with you

The whole team knew the captain liked you - even you weren't oblivious to that fact, so it didn't come as a surprise when Oikawa tried to court you

You made no complaints, you were used to Alpha's trying to court you but you had always turned them down - you decided to give your handsome team captain a chance

And holy crap did he quickly make you fall for him

The alpha would scent you every chance he would get, Oikawa would greet you with a hug and a gift and then spend the whole time you two were together following you around like a puppy and chatting to you non-stop

His masculine scent and his charisma made it hard not to fall for him

So once Oikawa had successfully courted you, the two of you started to date

Never had the Alpha's ego been as high as it is now that you two are dating

Everyone at college knows about you two, due to Oikawas loud mouth and inflated ego

He's constantly touching, you're on his arm every hour of every day bur you have no complaints about it

The Alpha constantly compliments you and wants to spend time with you - his playboy ways being long forgotten since he started courting

Every time you two are together is good, even arguments with your alpha end in hugs and tears

"Gosh (n/n)-chan you're so cute! Ya know, you look so good on my arm, bet everyone's soooo jealous of me right now~"

Oikawa nsfw

A selfish lover is the only way to describe Oikawa during his ruts

Like any other alpha Oikawa can only focus on his needs - but trust me only after Oikawa has came at least 3 times to you cum for the first time

The alpha will be fucking into you, milking his dick empty of his fertile seed for hours on end and you only cum around twice per rut

Oikawa feels bad about this once he comes back around but he can't help himself, you just feel too good around him he can't even focus on you

Your heats are totally different though

Oikawa loves to make you feel as good as possible - almost a little too good

The alpha has you cumming on his tongue within minuets - minuets which turn into hours of your heat craving your alphas dick and him not giving it to you

He fucking loves it when you literally cry for him to fuck you, beg for his veiny dick and his thick knot

Once Oikawa gives in and finally fucks you, he's ruthless, fucking you with si much vigor that you're squirting cum all over yourself constantly

You're moans and your scent are enough to make Oikawa fill you with cum, his knot finally making that burn in your belly calm down

Bathing in the afterglow, Oikawa can't help but stay hard from the way you look

You're like an angel sent by God himself, his perfect omega, your face fucked out and tired, your body covered in cum and marks - and oh fuck your hole clenching on his dick, milking your alpha for his pups

"Aww do you need my dick, baby? Does my poor Omega fucking desperate for my knot - do you want my pups, darling?"

Hope you guys enjoyed - this was weird for me - very long for my kind of writing and I think it sucked in some parts but hope u liked xoxoxoxoxo

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