#ushioi — nsfw, omegaverse, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, small age gap (free day #hqomegaverseweek2022)
These are five things that Ushijima Wakatoshi knows to be true about Oikawa Tooru.
One: Tooru is his close friend’s younger brother.
Two: Tooru is nineteen, four years his junior.
Three: Tooru has a long-standing crush on Wakatoshi.
Four: Tooru is, and has always been, off limits.
And yet—
“Toshi-nii, you’re so /big/—”
Five: Tooru grips Wakatoshi’s cock like it was made for him.
He writhes underneath Wakatoshi like a common whore, not at all the innocent omega he parades as, the omega Wakatoshi has always known him to be.
Gone are coy smiles and wide-eyed glances, but it would be dishonest for Wakatoshi to say that he misses them at this moment.
What Tooru is doing is mostly performative, meant to entice the older alpha, and they both know it. Wakatoshi might have wondered if Tooru acted this way with all his partners, except the way Tooru shakes and flutters,
and the eagerness that comes from inexperience, tell Wakatoshi that Tooru had meant it when he said he is a virgin.
Rather, he was.
As it is, Tooru is spread naked on his twin bed, which struggles to accommodate their combined weight, creaking every time Wakatoshi rocks into Tooru.
But Tooru doesn’t seem to care. His ankles are locked behind Wakatoshi’s back, tacitly encouraging the alpha to fuck his pretty pink hole as hard as he possibly could.
Wakatoshi has never fucked a virgin before, and he definitely hasn’t been stupid enough to fuck a virgin /raw/, especially someone as fertile as a young omega.
But this is /Tooru/, the beautiful boy who courts trouble wherever he goes looking and smelling the way he does. Tooru, who has had his eyes on Wakatoshi from the moment they were introduced as children.
Tooru, the only omega who Wakatoshi’s alpha deems is worthwhile. Brilliant, ambitious, and more than just a body to satisfy his own.
Tooru, Tooru, Tooru.
“I want to be your omega, Toshi-nii,” Tooru says as he splays his hands on Wakatoshi’s broad back. Tooru had said the same thing when they were younger. At the time, it was said with pure intentions.
Now? Wakatoshi highly doubts that’s the case.
Good. Because Wakatoshi’s own intentions are far from pure.
He pulls out of Tooru, who mourns the lack of fullness, before slamming his cock back inside the tight, wet heat. Tooru sobs from the pleasure, and Wakatoshi has no doubt that Tooru’s cries can be heard in every room of the empty house.
What an honor, Wakatoshi thinks, to be the sole witness of such an artful performance by this breathtaking omega.
“Toshi-nii, I’m cum—cumming—!,” Tooru moans, much more honest, much more desperate, just as Wakatoshi’s own orgasm hits.
He doesn’t ask Tooru where he wants Wakatoshi to release, even if he knows he should, knows it’s the /right/ thing to do, knows it’s what Tooru deserves during his first time.
(Maybe, in the not-so-distant future, Wakatoshi will lament that he did not take his time with his first and last love.)
But they both know they /want/ Wakatoshi to cum inside, to fuck his cum back inside when it spills out of Tooru, to breed him the way Tooru had always dreamed of being bred.
And so Wakatoshi does. He pumps Tooru full of cum, and when some of his seed spills out, he fucks it back into Tooru’s hole, where it deserves to be.
In the aftermath, when they’re resting to regain their breaths, trembling fingers grope at where they’re joined. Wakatoshi feels the whine before he hears it.
“You—?” Tooru doesn’t finish his question. He doesn’t need to.
Wakatoshi shakes his head. “I cannot knot you when I am not in rut.”
Tooru ought to know this at his age, but he pouts nonetheless, and the sight of it—familiar, but beautiful all the same—makes something stir and fizzle brightly right where Wakatoshi’s heart is still racing.
“I know that,” Tooru says. “I just thought maybe there were exceptions, or something.”
Wakatoshi chuckles, which makes Tooru huff prettily. Oh, how Wakatoshi /aches/ to have Tooru sit on his knot, but it seems that will have to wait.
“Next time,” Wakatoshi thinks as he nuzzles the younger omega’s unblemished neck. He smiles when he senses the other boy’s scent sweetening.
“Next time,” Tooru whispers back with no small measure of wonder.
/ + Sequel!
+ Part 3
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