Thread by @catafterdark_

#ushioi, #hqomegaverseweek2022, NSFW🔞, omega!Oikawa, alpha!Ushijima

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Tooru’s favourite part about his heat is just how /sensual/ it makes him feel.

He doesn’t have much of an opinion about his body. Yes, he’s a world class athlete and he takes care of himself like one.

Still, he’s more focused on feeling rather than looking good.

But when it’s that time of the year and lust curls through his bones to caress at his skin? He wants to look /hot/.

It occurs in several stages.

He’ll start by admiring himself in the mirror more often, petting his flank as his eyes trace his curves. Then, he’ll move on to touch. Lotions, oils, scrubs - he’ll indulge in anything that makes his skin soft and smooth. At the peak of his heat, he’ll be so sensitive

that the lightest touch will have him gasping and soaked.

And finally, he wants to be worshipped.

This part requires a partner, and Wakatoshi is all too willing.

Tooru pushes the Alpha down on the armchair, bracketing Wakatoshi’s face with his hands on the back of this seat.

“Don’t move~” he says, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “And don’t you dare touch either.”

Wakatoshi nods and stares up at the Omega, awe in his eyes and his mouth slightly opened, looking besotted. Tooru gives it about five minutes before he’ll try to break the rules.

He swings himself around the pole he had set up in the living room, starting off with a few body waves as he makes love to it. He knows exactly how he looks - sinuous, strong, a panther stalking before a kill. He twines his body around the pole and spins elegantly,

landing with his back facing the Alpha.

And then, with an excruciatingly slow flair, he bends down, down, down, hands caressing his mile long legs, until his ass is high in the air, the tiny g-string he has on barely covering is hole.

Tooru smirks at Wakatoshi’s bitten back groan, sliding his way down to the floor into a cat’s pounce. He takes his time with the arch, makes sure Wakatoshi sees how pretty he looks as he presents, ass swaying gently, before he comes up into a sit in front of the Alpha.

He props himself up on his elbows and looks up at Wakatoshi, his form lean and lithe as he lifts his closed legs up to the sky.

And with a practised bend, Tooru drops his legs into a perfect split.

Wakatoshi growls. His angle afford him a view of everything - the miles of milky, unmarked skin marred with a single bruise-red hickey high on Tooru’s strong, muscled thigh, his strained hardness against the g-string,

the trickle of slick sliding down his ass - and Wakatoshi’s famished.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Tooru’s foot pushes against the Alpha’s chest when Wakatoshi rises from his seat. He arches his foot and guides Wakatoshi back down, enjoying the plush slide of the Alpha’s shirt against his sole

as he slides his foot down to Wakatoshi’s already hard dick. “No touchy~”

His toes curl as he massages the Alpha’s hardness through his slacks, grinding his heel down on the base where Wakatoshi’s knot pops through. He rolls the balls of his feet in small circles,

laughing breathlessly when he feels the dick jump under his touch.

“So horny, so ready.” He pushes himself up to his palms. A little more teasing and Wakatoshi would be ready to pounce.

“It’ll be a pity if I get you to cum like this and waste your knot while my pussy lies empty and waiting.”

He hooks an elbow under his knee and pulls his other leg up, exposing himself again. He feels the fabric of the g-string slip, and realises with mounting glee

that his hole is on full display, ready to be bred.

Wakatoshi snaps.

Tooru gasps as he’s wrestled to the ground, his legs pull up above his shoulders as he’s folded in half and twisted into a mating press.

Wakatoshi twists the thin thong in a finger and twists - snapping the cheap fabric in half. And now, Tooru’s so completely helpless, spread and open for a gaping, and he feels himself clench in excitement.

“That’s it, Waka-chan,” he pants, excitement mounting in his belly.

Wakatoshi’s rough hands are all over him, sparking light on his frayed nerves. His scent is intoxicating, his body heavy on his, and the fat head of Wakatoshi’s cock slides deliciously over his hole. “Fuck me, breed me, love - UGH.”

Wakatoshi slides home with a thrust, and Tooru clenches down in an omega lock.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Wakatoshi grunts.

“I should hope so,” Tooru snarks back, keening in surprise when Wakatoshi pulls back and fucks in again.

His hole grips onto Wakatoshi’s dick everytime he tries to pull out, sucking him down hungrily with every thrust. “I’ve been practising my kegels.”

Tooru bears down, tightens himself up almost suffocatingly so, moaning happily as Wakatoshi's fat cock drags along his walls.

His inner Omega is purring and preening, satisfied at being adored and filled.

Wakatoshi grits his teeth, canines flashing dangerously as he pumps his hips in powerful thrusts. Tooru's hands fumble up the wide expanse of his Alpha’s skin to caress the fangs,

cooing when Wakatoshi nibbles on his finger.

"Fuck, Toshi you feel so goo-oo-ood," Tooru's words are punctuated by every hard thrust, his voice choppy as sparks of pleasure lights up in him each time Wakatoshi rubs at his sweet spot.

He locks his heels on the small of the Alpha’s back, urging him deeper; tighter.

"Fill me up, daddy," he pants, watching the gold in Wakatoshi’s eyes flash at him. "Make me fat and round with your pups."

It's enough to tip Wakatoshi over the edge.

Tooru gasps as fangs break skin, and the heavy smell of blood mixes with their scent. He squeezes down as Wakatoshi spills in him, his teeth buried deep in their bond mark. The Alpha’s knot locks in, joining them in a circuit of heady orgasm.

Tooru’s mouth drops open and he drools, back arched so far into Wakatoshi’s chest he could break. It’s mind numbing pleasure, being filled and bred, and Tooru’s toes curl as he’s filled up, pump after pump.

Wakatoshi wrestles him into a more comfortable position, arms sheltering his Omega from the world. “That’s it,” he murmurs as Tooru whines. “Just lie there and rest. Good Omega.”

Tooru pats his stomach, already bulging and fat. “I hope this works,” he mumbles,

dopey grin on his face. “I’m ready for some kids.”

Wakatoshi kisses his mate, wishing with all his heart for it to come true. “Me too, darling,” he says. “Me too.”

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