Thread by @pettykawas

#ushioi — nsfw, omegaverse, mpreg, knotting, omega lock, *intersex omega #hqomegaverseweek2022

At the recommendation of their doctor, Wakatoshi purchases a hammock for Tooru, his heavily pregnant mate, when sitting begins to leave the omega feeling restless and uneasy.

* Note: In this universe, omegas are intersex. Words like cunt and pussy are used.

The hammock solves more than just one problem.

“Toshi,” Tooru sobs into his mate’s neck, right where he had claimed the alpha for himself, forever. “/Please./”

They knew sex would become more challenging as Tooru’s stomach grew. Recently, any and every position they tried, even those that had previously worked in their favor, have left Tooru tense or in some measure of pain.

It’s for this reason that they had to keep sex off the table. At least, until they could find a way to have it without hurting Tooru or the baby. (This, as you can imagine, had the omega feeling very, very upset, and an unhappy omega meant an unhappy alpha.)

So when Tooru situates himself in the hammock and has the best rest he’s had in weeks, he wakes up with the most brilliant idea.

Two hours later, with Tooru lying comfortably in the hammock, Wakatoshi slides home into his mate’s cunt, raw and balls deep, trembling from the tight, wet heat clinging to his cock.

“Good?” Wakatoshi asks, grunting when Tooru flutters around his girth. “Are you—”

“Yes—nngghhh, keep /going/.”

“You’re so tight, Tooru,” Wakatoshi growls back, thrusts picking up in pace. “Still so tight for me.”

Tooru keens, and his omega is absolutely delighted to hear that they can still pleasure their alpha like they used to.

“Only for you, alpha.”

“Yes.” Wakatoshi grabs his mate by his hips. He rocks into his mate with a hunger similar to that of an alpha in rut. “All mine.”

Wakatoshi uses the back and forth movements of the hammock to his favor. The motion has Tooru thrusting back without any real effort or pain, enhances the force of the thrusts with ease, and it’s at that moment that Tooru realizes the hammock is a fucking godsend.

“God,” Tooru cries. “Missed this. Missed you.”

He catches his mate in a kiss, more a slide of tongues than a locking of lips.

“Look how tightly you’re gripping me, Tooru,” Wakatoshi whispers when they part.

Tooru looks at where they’re joined, at the way his pussy glistens from his slick, how Wakatoshi’s cock is shiny with it, too, and he can’t help but moan, the sound drowned out by the meeting of their hips, filling the room and ringing in his ears.

Maybe it’s the hammock, or maybe it’s because they haven’t fucked in weeks, but they’re approaching the pinnacle much faster than they usually do.

Neither of them are going to last for much longer, but Tooru isn’t dismayed. He knows their oncoming orgasms will be the first of many that night. Wakatoshi will make sure of it.

Tooru’s walls throb in anticipation when he feels Wakatoshi’s knot swell to life. He can cum from just this alone. It’s far from the first time he’s felt this—he’s pregnant, for god’s sake—but the pleasure at the mere thought of being knotted by Wakatoshi never really went away.

“Want it, wanna be bred like this forever.” Tooru’s babbling, knot-drunk and desperate, and when Wakatoshi /does/ slip in his knot with a groan, Tooru’s pussy clamps down on it, locking them in.

The world turns white, and he cums with a cry. Wakatoshi follows after a heartbeat. Tooru’s even tighter when he gets like this, when his body refuses to let Wakatoshi go, and the alpha can do little except growl as he releases into his pregnant omega.

When they’re not quite so breathless, Tooru turns to his mate. They trade twin looks of awe.

“This hammock,” Tooru says, smiling, “was a good fucking purchase.”