nsfw #miyacestober2022 day 28 • animal traits + first time , underage //
the two little fox hybrids had been running in the forest when it happened. osamu was ahead, faster than his brother for once, but suddenly he collapsed for seemingly no reason. +
his body was heating up and his mind felt foggy, he didn't know what was happening to him.
he could hear atsumu calling his name, increasingly anxious, but couldn't bring himself to respond.
finally, atsumu ran through the bushes and found him lying in the middle +
of the clearing.
upon seeing him, atsumu had a full-body reaction, first stumbling back, before rushing to osamu's side.
"tsumu," osamu gasped, "i dunno what's happenin' to me." he pressed his knees together, feeling a strange wetness come from between his legs. +
"it's happening to me too," atsumu said. "i think— i think it's our heat."
heat? but they weren't of age yet. and they didn't—
"i don't want anyone to see me like this," osamu sobbed. he was scared and he was embarrassed. +
"it's okay," atsumu told him, though his voice was shaky. "we'll take care of each other."
then, slowly, he laid his body on top of osamu's. everywhere they touched, it felt like /fire/. all their hairs were standing on end, their nerves going into overdrive. +
it felt so /good/, but there was one problem.
"we can't," osamu pleaded, as atsumu rubbed their hips together. he moaned, and continued, "ma told us that we can't— do this together."
"but it feels so right," atsumu retorted, looking down at their hardening cocks. +
they jutted out from their pants, wet patches already forming. he ground them together again, and groaned.
"we're twins," osamu tried again. it was true he would rather... do anything with atsumu rather than anyone else, but his parents always told them it would be wrong to. +
atsumu didn't seem to care. "it feels right though, doesn't it?" he whispered. "no one has to know, just you and me, samu, just you and me."
osamu bit his bottom lip and threw his head back. it was hard to resist atsumu, especially in his current state. +
"okay," he relented in the end, beginning to rock his hips too, "no one else will know."
and that had been the very first time the twins got together, humping each other desperately in the middle of a forest.
it was not the last time, for they would spend +
each and every one of their heats together after that, having imprinted on each other. it felt /wrong/ to even think about anyone else, even when they got older and people started talking about the strangeness of their closeness, +
considering it was a time most hybrids their age were looking for mates.
it didn't bother the twins though, because they knew it was right.
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nsfw #miyacestober2022 day 29 • sharp edges , knife play , exhibitionism //
to earn some extra income, and, really, because he wants to share the joys of cooking with the world, onigiri miya owner miya osamu does cooking streams from time to time. +
most often it's to educate others on how to make the best onigiri—without giving away any trade secrets, of course—but he does cook a variety of other dishes too, from traditional japanese to western food.
people tune in, not just to learn, +
but to be a part of the experience. osamu is an attractive chef, or so his viewers say, from the black compression sleeves around his arms to his deep and sometimes teasing voice.
occasionally a fewer or two will make innuendos in the chat, +
// i'm still not sure how i'm gonna do this - i want to keep this account miyacest only but you know what this fic had some sexy moments so i still wanna tweet about it 😤 and in case anyone happens to want to rt lol
osamu was delirious, at the height of his fever, but his words made atsumu smile nonethless. he brushed back osamu's sweaty bangs and pressed the towel to his forehead. +
"yeah?" he teased, "why don'tcha ask me that when you're better, and i might actually consider it."
he stood up, ready to leave, but osamu's hand clasped his wrist. "stay," he breathed, struggling to keep his eyes open.
atsumu lay down next to him, +
but couldn't help rolling his eyes. "and who was it that was so determined to go to work this morning, /despite/ how sick he was?"
it was sort of funny, actually. osamu was clearly sick, sniffling and sneezing every two seconds, complaining of a headache. +
nsfw (osaatsu) #miyacestober2022 day 26 • club + summon , underage , atsumu has a pussy , double penetration //
the smoke and dust cleared, and in front of atsumu, hovering above the summoning circle he drew, was—
something who looked very much like atsumu, actually. +
except it was fucking /huge/, had sharp fingernails and teeth, and pointed horns coming out of its head. it was also very naked, and somehow, for some reason, had /two/ fucking dicks.
"uh—" atsumu was at a loss for words. this wasn't meant to happen. +
"hello there, little one," the thing—demon? greeted. "shall we have some fun?" it hooked a finger under atsumu's chin, tilting his head up, the sharp nail digging into his skin. its tongue slithered out, and it resembled a snake's.
nsfw (atsuosa) #miyacestober2022 day 25 • 'i love you' / 'i hate you' (+ kissing / tongue) , non con somno (mentions of rape) , underage //
atsumu hated that he did this, but he couldn't help himself. osamu was such a heavy sleeper, and, really, +
it was the perfect opportunity to take from him what atsumu wanted. what he thought he /deserved/.
he'd snuck into his twin brother's bed in the dead of night, after confirming osamu wasn't going to be woken up. then he peeled off his covers, +
revealing osamu's sleeping figure. seeing him lying there, unconscious, pliant, made atsumu's cock swell.
he lied down next to him and snaked a hand under osamu's sweatshirt up to his chest. as atsumu pinched his nippled, he turned osamu's head to his own, +
osamu returns to his dorm room that day to find his twin brother looking sullen on his bed. it doesn't seem serious though, so osamu just lets him be as he unpacks his bag. +
but then atsumu sighs. and keeps sighing, dramatic and loud, clearly wanting osamu's attention.
osamu ignors him for a while longer, just to tease, before finally asking, "what's up, tsumu?"
atsumu sighs again before lamenting, "am i really that unpopular, samu? +
i mean, i /feel/ like i get a decent amount of attention, and i've definitely flirted with others before, but... isn't it weird i've never gotten a confession or love letter? not even for valentine's day, and everyone gets something then!" +