smut: alpha... daichi? kuroo? oikawa? (my indecision is now your problem. again.) welconing omega yamaguchi to the pack by giving him a pup or two. or three. or four...
Yamaguchi’s heat is just around the corner.
Daichi’s having some...alone time before bed when there’s a knock on his door. Knowing that it could only be a small handful of pack members at this time of night, he grunts a low “come in,” pleasently surprised to find Yamaguchi poking his head into the room. Almost immediately, the scent hits his nostrils and Daichi has to laugh at his luck.
Daichi wasn’t actively looking for members of his pack when he stumbled into Yamaguchi. But the omega and his beta friend Tsukishima were a special case. Daichi’s time volunteering at a domestic violence shelter when he isn’t working brought them to him, and he just couldn’t leave them there after hearing their story. Daichi’s pack accepted them easily, helping them get on their feet after losing everything when they ran away, and even though it was technically supposed to be a short-term thing, everyone accepted it when the two brought up the idea of it being permanent.
Now, Yamaguchi isn’t really Daichi’s type. He’s alright, but Daichi’s always likes his omegas plump, like Suga, and with a bit more sass than Yamaguchi’s shown himself to have, but it’s only been a few weeks so far. And he’s so touch starved that he reacts to every little touch with eagerness, his scent edging on aroused and needy even at the most innocent of touches, and that is fun. Pair that with the scent of pre-heat rolling off the omega, he has a feeling this is going to be a fun evening.
Yamaguchi shuffles awkwardly in the doorway, unsure what to do, and Daichi simply smirks at him. “Did you need anything Yamaguchi?”
“I- I, uh...I’m not really feeling well, Daichi-san...I- I was wondering if I could use your cell to call into work?”
Daichi hums, reaching blindly for his cellphone with his free hand and holding it up for the other to grab. Yamaguchi eyes it nervously, but steps into the room and grabs the phone anyway. He stands awkwardly next to the bed, before Daichi pulls him down onto the bed next to him as he dials a number from a post-it. Daichi presses a kiss to the omega’s neck and he can almost taste the heat pheromones. He feels Yamaguchi swallow, hears the faintest whimper from the omega. Yamaguchi holds the phone to his ear, and Daichi can just barely hear the dial tone as the call connects. A devious smile graces his lips as he continues to kiss up and down Yamaguchi’s neck, using both hands now to hold Yamaguchi firmly to the mattress.
“Daichi-san...” Yamaguchi murmurs, his voice edging on desperate, and Daichi grins.
“I’m on the ph- Oh! He- Hello. M- My name is Yamaguchi Tadashi, I’m not- not feeling well, so I’m not going to be able to make it to my shift...Yes, yeah I’ll hold. Thank you.”
“You were saying, Yamaguchi-kun?..”
“I- I’m on the phone, so you shouldn’t rile me up so much...”
“You know...I never liked the fact that you wanted to work much anyway. Maybe after your heat, you could rethink that, huh?”
Yamaguchi’s cheeks brighten, and Daichi nips at his jaw, earning him a whimper. “I- I’m working to earn my keep, Daichi-san, you know that.”
“I know,” Daichi murmurs, “But I make enough to support everyone, and the other alphas and betas. All of my omegas stay home. You could even start your own home business, if you want to keep busy still; that’s what Suga did.”
“I- I don’t know...Hello? O- Oh, yes, this is him. Yes sir, I- I’m not sure what I’ve come down with, but I’m just not feeling well...Yes, I might need a couple of days. I’ll let you know if any- hng, sorry, uh- I’ll let you know if anything comes up. I’ll try to b- ah, be back by Friday...Yeah. Th- Thank you...”
Yamaguchi drops the phone and leans his head against Daichi’s chest, and Daichi is able to see the effect just a few kisses and some heavy petting can do. He licks a strip up the omega’s neck.
“Just promise to think about my offer? Make a decision after your heat is over?”
“How’d you know my heat was so close..?” Yamaguchi asks, sounding dazed, and so Daichi moves one hand to cup the omega’s small bulge, rubbing it through his pajama pants.
“You absolutely reek of pheromones. You know, it’s my job as pack alpha to take care of the omegas in heat...I know it hasn’t started, but I can start now...”
“Y- You don’t have to...I was planning on just hiding in me and Tsukki’s room for a few days, I know you have work.”
“Nonsense. You don’t need to spend days on end locked up on your room when you have an alpha right here to take care of you. Let me do that for you, hm?”
Yamaguchi only hesitates a moment, before he nods, melting against Daichi. “I have been feeling sort of pent up all day...maybe it’d help.”
Shifting so he’s sitting up, he lays Yamaguchi down on his back and shuffles the omega’s pants off, leaving the large sweater he has on just to try and trigger that heat response to come a little early. He has plans.
Yamaguchi’s omega cock is much smaller than Daichi’s own, but it stands at attention as Daichi’s hands wander anywhere but there. He fondles Yamaguchi’s small balls, then moves to squeeze his ass, and he wonders why he hasn’t played more with the younger omega. Dipping a finger inside Yamaguchi’s already soaked hole, he feels his cock twitch at the immediate response he’s given- a sharp gasp, eyes fluttering shut, warmth clenching around his finger. He kisses Yamaguchi deeply, his tongue playing inside the omega’s mouth, and Yamaguchi simply allows it. Daichi feels drunk off of the omega’s scent, and wonders if he’ll even be coherent enough to call into work himself tomorrow; he has a feeling he’s going to have a long few days ahead of him, even if he doesn’t manage to trigger the heat to start tonight.
“Hm, you’re doing great, Tadashi dear. I’m going to take good care of you, so don’t worry about anything. Just loosen up for me, dear, alright?”
Yamaguchi whines at the feeling of a second finger prodding his hole, but he nods nonetheless, relaxing at the alpha’s request. Daichi rewards him by stroking the omega’s little cock between his fingers while he works him open, massaging a little rougher than he normally would be. Judging by the weak cry he receives in return, Yamaguchi doesn’t mind.
By time it feels like Daichi could add a third finger, he begins to feel somewhat impatient- the feeling of the omega clenching around and rocking against something that’s not his cock is almost physically painful, and Daichi’s brain is screaming at him to just fuck him already, so he does.
The first thrust is, admittedly, probably too fast and too hard for his first time with the omega. He’s almost entirely positive that Yamaguchi’s only ever taken Tsukishima’s cock during heats, and he’d only gotten Yamaguchi comfortable enough to endure some heavy petting up until now, so it doesn’t come as a surprise when Yamaguchi yelps in pain rather than pleasure. Gently shushing the omega, Daichi reaches between their bodies and begins to stroke Yamaguchi’s cocklett again, taking a moment to let the omega adjust to his cock. Yamaguchi keens, his back arching at the touch, and garbles out something that sort of sounds like “please,” and “alpha,” but Daichi isn’t entirely sure.
His next thrusts are slow and shallow, slowly building up speed as Yamaguchi once again begins to relax. Daichi, propping himself up with one arm so he can use his other hand to stroke the omega, watches Yamaguchi’s reactions carefully. His skin is beginning to flush, a bright pink blooming from under his sweater, up his neck, and to his cheeks, much to Daichi’s delight. Sweat drips from his forehead despite Daichi doing the majority of the work. A quick lick at his scent glands tells Daichi that he’s just on the edge of a heat now, and something tells him that getting knotted would send him over that edge.
Taking his hand off of Yamaguchi’s cock so he can lean back and grip him by the hips, Daichi adjusts the angle he’s fucking into the smaller man with a grunt. Yamaguchi whimpers at the loss, before letting out a cry of pleasure when Daichi begins thrusting against his prostate. Smirking, one of Daichi’s hands snakes up Yamaguchi’s flushed torso, feeling the burning skin, and brushes against the omega’s nipples. Yamaguchi whines, his back arching, and Daichi retracts his hand with a chuckle. “Like that, little one? Don’t worry, I can do play with those more during your heat. Why don’t we focus on your dick for now? When you’re deep into your heat, you won’t even need me to touch it to come, so let’s give it some attention now.”
Yamaguchi again tries to speak, but it only comes out a string of barely-coherent words, and Daichi just chuckles and graps his hand around Yamaguchi in earnest. It doesn’t even take thirty seconds before the omega shudders and yelps, his entire being clenching around Daichi as the alpha helps him through his orgasm. Daichi groans at the feeling, burying his face in Yamaguchi’s neck as his thrusts become a little more desperate, a little more needy.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good. You’re doing such a great job, don’t worry, your alpha will take care of you. I’m gonna knot you, and you’re going to cum again when I do, alright? I wanna hear you, don’t hide it.”
Just as he’s promising, Daichi gives one, two, three more final thrusts before he feels his knot begin to swell, and so he buries himself to the hilt inside of Yamaguchi’s hole and grinds into him until he comes with a grunt. Yamaguchi sobs at the stretch, and Daichi feels the omega’s cock give a few weak spurts as he releases for a second time. Content, Daichi connects their lips and revels in the needy way Yamaguchi licks into his mouth, the words “alpha, alpha,” over and over again making their way past the omega’s lips. A deep inhale tells Daichi that his heat has officially started, and he grins. A protective arm wraps around the omega’s waist as he pulls Yamaguchi closer.
“I’m going to fill you with so much cum this week, there’s no way you won’t end this heat with at least one pup in you. Maybe then you’ll forget about that silly work nonsense.”
Yamaguchi just nods, pulling the alpha’s other hand down to his cock and grinding against it, still locked with the aloha’s knot. Daichi growls, smirk growing on his lips once more.
This is going to be a fun week.
