“i don’t care,” you cried out, your hips jerking up in silent plea. “just fuck me.”

“no,” he said softly but firmly, stripping out of his shirt to reveal his massive, scarred chest. he crawled onto the mattress, the bed dipping heavily under his weight. he hovered over you, a mountain of heat and muscle, before pinning your wrists above your head with just one of his massive hands.

with his free hand, he reached down between your thighs. your thighs parted instantly, desperate for the touch. when his thick fingers swiped over your entrance, they came away drenched.

“look how wet you are,” he murmured, his thumb rubbing over your swollen bundle of nerves. you bucked against his hand, a loud sob escaping your lips as the friction hit the spot perfectly. “so much slick. you’re dripping for me, sweetheart.”

he slid his index finger inside you. you gasped, your walls clamping down hard on the intrusion. he grunted, his own alpha instincts roaring at the tight, burning heat of your channel. he slowly, oh so carefully, added a second finger, then a third, stretching you open, stretching you wide until you were panting, your head lolling back against the pillows. he pumped his fingers inside you, intentionally roughing up the sensitive walls, making you soak his hand in your juices until you were thoroughly worked over.

but it wasn’t enough. your heat demanded the real thing. your hips rolled against his hand, begging for the heavy, thick meat you knew was waiting.

ushijima pulled his fingers out with a wet slap. he reached down, unbuckling his pants and freeing himself. his cock sprang free, already fully erect, almost dark red and leaking pre-cum from the tip. it was thick as a brick, veins pulsing along the shaft, and the knot at the base was already starting to swell slightly from the sheer proximity of your pheromones.

he looked down at you, his eyes dark with a mix of primal lust and intense restraint. “open your legs wider for me, sweetheart. i need to see you.”

you complied instantly, pulling your knees back toward your chest, exposing your dripping, twitching hole to him.

he lined the heavy, blunt head of his cock against your opening. the sheer size of him made you whimper with a mix of anticipation and slight fear. he pressed forward just an inch, testing the wet give of your body.

“ah! god, wakatoshi—” you choked out, your eyes flying open. it felt like you were being split open, the thick head of his dick stretching your entrance to its absolute limit.

“i know,” he growled, sweat dripping from his forehead onto your chest. his arms were shaking from the effort of holding his immense weight back, refusing to just plunge in and breed you. “you’re way smaller than me. breathe through it. let me stretch you out first, hm?”

he pushed a little deeper, the thick shaft forcing its way into your tight, burning heat. he took his time, inch by excruciating inch, giving you time to accommodate to stretch around his massive girth. you gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as he buried himself halfway into you.

“f—fuck, you’re so tight,” ushijima groaned, a rare, filthy curse leaving his lips. his hips twitched, desperately wanting to slam into you, to plow into you like the animal that he is, but he kept his rhythm agonizingly slow. “tell me if it’s too much. tell me.”

“more,” you sobbed, tilting your pelvis up to take the rest of him. “give me all of it. fuck me, wakatoshi.”

with a low, guttural growl, he gave in to your plea. he bucked his hips forward, burying his enormous cock all the way to the hilt. the impact hit your cervix, a white-hot jolt of pure pleasure jolting through your spine. you let out a wrecked scream, your walls clamping down on him like a vice.

ushijima froze, his eyes going completely wild as your tight, hot interior squeezed him. he let out a ragged gasp, his chest heaving. “god… you’re trying to milk me dry already.”

he began to move. because he was trying to be careful, each stroke was deliberate, heavy, and devastatingly deep. he would pull almost all the way out, letting your entrance almost adjust to the emptiness, before plunging all the way back in with a wet, heavy plap. the sound of his thighs slapping against your ass filled the room, a dirty, rhythmic cadence that matched the heavy scent of sex clogging the air.

“you like how big i am, don’t you? you love getting folded in half like a slut, huh? needy little thing.” he rasped, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper as he leaned down to bite at the skin of your shoulder, marking you without breaking the skin ..yet. “look at how you’re taking me. you’re stretched so wide.”

you couldn’t even answer. you were completely overwhelmed, your mind turning to pure mush under the onslaught of his massive dick hitting your sweet spot over and over. you could feel every vein, the massive stretch of him filling every empty crevice of your body.

as the pace naturally began to quicken, ushijima’s control started to slip. the heat pheromones were driving his brain insane. his strokes became harder, meaner, pounding into you with a raw, primal force. he hooked your legs over his thick shoulders, tilting your hips at a brutal angle that let him get even deeper.

“wakatoshi! i’m gonna—ngh—i’m cumming!” you screamed, your body tightening as the climax washed over you. your walls pulsed violently around him, squeezing his shaft in frantic waves.

that was the breaking point. the intense suction of your orgasm triggered his own. ushijima let out a loud, roaring growl, his hips slamming home one last time as his knot suddenly fired, swelling rapidly inside you.

“ah, shit—hold still for me,” he choked out, his hands gripping your hips so hard they would leave bruises.

the knot ballooned to twice its size, completely locking him inside your twitching, over-stimulated hole. you gasped at the sudden, intense fullness, feeling like you were going to burst. before you could even process the sensation, his dicking began to pulse, and a thick, endless torrent of hot alpha seed blasted deep into your womb. he came in violent, heavy spurts, filling you to the brim until the excess slick and semen started to ooze out around the tight seal of his knot.

ushijima collapsed over you, careful not to crush you with his weight, his face buried in the crook of your neck. he was panting heavily, his massive body still twitching as he held you pinned beneath him, completely knotted and bound together in the aftermath of your heat.

later on. the violent pulsing of his knot slowly began to ease, though he remained locked deeply within you, a heavy, throbbing plug that kept every drop of his thick seed securely trapped inside your womb. ushijima’s breathing was ragged against your neck, his massive chest rising and falling in heavy, exhausting thuds against your own. the manic, predatory edge of his scent began to slowly soften, shifting from the sharp, territorial musk of a mate in rut back into the warm, comforting embrace of rich cedarwood and fresh rain.

he shifted his weight slightly, propping himself up on his forearms so he wasn’t crushing you, though he kept his lower body pressed firmly against yours. his eyes, usually so stoic and piercing, were soft, dark, and heavy with a profound devotion as he looked down at you.

“are you alright?” he rumbled, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that resonated right through your bones. he reached up with a heavy hand, his thumb gently wiping away a stray tear that had leaked from the corner of your eye during the intensity of your climax. “did i hurt you?”

you shook your head weakly against the pillow, too exhausted and thoroughly spent to speak. a soft, contented hum vibrated in your throat, a direct response to his soothing pheromones.

“good,” he murmured, kissing your forehead tenderly.

with immense care, ushijima began the slow process of pulling out. the knot had deflated enough to allow movement, but he still went agonizingly slow, aware of how sensitive and raw your stretched walls were. he gripped your hips gently, anchoring you as he slid his thick shaft out of your body.

the sudden absence of his heat made you whimper, a cool draft hitting your overly sensitive skin. almost immediately, a warm, creamy mixture of his semen and your slick began to ooze from your open, twitching entrance, dripping onto the ruined sheets.

“shh, i’ve got you,” he coaxed, his tone uncharacteristically tender.

he didn’t leave you to wallow in the mess. even in his own state of post-coital exhaustion, his first instinct was to take care of you. ushijima carefully swung his long legs out of bed, his naked, muscular form moving with a quiet purpose across the dim room. he returned a moment later carrying a basin of warm water and a soft, clean washcloth.

he knelt at the edge of the mattress, gently parting your thighs. you instinctively tensed, your muscles aching, but his large hand came down on your knee, a grounding, reassuring weight.

“just relax for me. let me clean you up, my love.”

he squeezed the excess water from the cloth and began to gently wipe away the sticky fluids coating your inner thighs and the lower curve of your stomach. his touch was incredibly light, a stark contrast to the heavy, bruising grip he’d held on you just minutes prior. he was meticulous, dabbing away the cream-colored mess with slow, deliberate strokes, ensuring he didn’t chaff your sensitive skin.

when he pressed the warm cloth gently against your swollen opening, you let out a soft gasp, your hips hitching.

“i know, it’s sensitive,” he whispered, holding the warm cloth there for a moment to soothe the ache. “you took all of me so well. you were perfect, so, so, perfect.”

once you were clean, he gently carried you to a bean bag, walked over to the bed and tossed the soiled cloth aside and stripped the damp sheets off the bed with a single, efficient tug, tossing them to the floor and pulling the clean, dry comforter up over the mattress. he again carried your spent body carefully and climbed back into bed, pulling your limp, exhausted body tightly against his chest.

he wrapped his massive arms around you, burying his face in your hair, letting his scent wash over you in thick, comforting waves to keep the lingering tremors of your heat at bay. you rested your head against his chest, listening to the slow, steady beat of his heart, completely safe and protected in the arms of the love of your life.

n: this took 1hr and 30mins. i have no plans to tell my discord that i’ve uploaded it because i

© toorunoia — don’t copy, repost, or translate without my permission. do not use/feed my works to AI.

There’s an old tradition, now outdated to many, that when an alpha’s mate dies, they mute their scent. It was after all their scent that attracted their beloved so what was the point in flaring it out if their mate wasn’t there to pick up on it?

The tradition, like most do, morphed throughout the years. At first it was said the alpha’s scent was muted until the day they met their mate in the afterlife. Then it became the alpha muted it until their mourning period was over which usually lasted months before it was contained to the grieving period of for weeks. Nowadays, it’s typically muted until after the funeral and then all is back to normal.

But not with Ushijima Wakatoshi. His mate was lost in a sudden and tragic accident two years ago, leaving the alpha beside himself. His mate was the better part of every aspect of him, not only had he complimented him, but he raised him up. Everything that Ushijima ever was was because of his mate and that was all gone.

The two had been so intertwined that the alpha had no idea what his scent would even smell like without his mate’s lacing it. For as long as he could remember, their interlaced scent was his own, and despite it slowly fading away, he doesn’t want to know what his pheromones alone are like. He doesn't mind the staleness of the air around him, he long became nose blind to his mate’s pheromones, so not smelling anything doesn’t matter.

When younger, Ushijima moved after his parents divorce and for a brief time was away from his mate, but he swore the next time he saw him (in high school) he would make up for their time spent separated. And he did — he doted on the omega, gave him a perfect courtship and mating experience. To Ushi, his mate, the omega he bonded himself to for life, was his beginning and end, first and only — no one could simply ever compare. Which is why he can’t just move on like his family wants, for him there is and was only one omega, he was fine being alone.

Why was it so hard for people to understand his loss? That he never got to say goodbye, had no time or warning to come to terms with the fact he’d be losing his everything. He woke up on a regular Tuesday happily mated and went to bed a sobbing broken mess. Some tried telling Ushi it was better that way, that he didn’t have to watch his beloved deteriorate but losing the other half of your soul hurt regardless.

The alpha decided that he needed to get away from the relatives hounding him to stop mourning and find another mate. But his former mate was perfect, there would never be another one for him. Ushijima believed that true love was found once and when he gave his former mate his heart, he never intended to give it to someone else. So he went to the farmers market, a place his relatives wouldn’t go and for fresh air — it was a favorite place of his late mate as well.

The warm breezes danced across his skin as he took a deep breath. The local farmer’s market was often attended by the couple nearly every month. Afternoons spent walking around, looking at various foods and crafts, sometimes they’d even have a picnic to end the day. Someone once told the alpha to never stop dating his partner, so he made sure that bubbly excitement never left their relationship. Everyday was like the first day of their marriage; the two happily entangled within one another.

The alpha gave small smiles as he walked by tables, some knew him by name and offered him small samples — being here makes him feel closer to his mate than the tombstone did. A wind chime filled the air following a light minty scent that immediately stirred Ushi’s alpha. He looked around the stalls before seeing a brunette omega standing behind a vendor stall. His legs just moved, nearly sprinting towards the stand he’d never seen before.

Big brown eyes met his with a huge smile, “hello, would you like some honey?”

Ushi took a moment, honey was the pet name his mate called him by often but then he sees the arrangement of short glass honey jars. The stall had a soft teal sign with little bumble bee decorations — a light color wooden hexagon display houses a few jars and they’re organized by color. Though it was a simple set-up, Ushijima could see the care and detail put into it. There were doilies under the jars that had beautiful ribbon wrapped around the neck and what looked like handwritten labels, describing the type of honey it is.

There’s something warm and familiar about the brunette omega that Ushijima couldn’t help but feel drawn to.

“Oh, uh, no thank you.” He patted his pockets, “actually I ran out without my wallet.” He felt embarrassed for some reason, unsure why because he doesn’t even know them.”

”What about a sample then?” A big bright smile flashed at him and who was he to say no?

* *

That’s how the alpha found himself frequently visiting the farmer’s market every other week. At first he told himself it was simply to buy a jar to pay the omega back in a way and maybe also show he could remember his wallet. But he wasn’t there and no one really knew who Ushijima was talking about. It was a few weeks after the initial run-in when that fluffy brown hair popped back into his line of sight and he swore his heart skipped.

The omega was facing away from him, but once he turned and made eye contact with Ushi, a huge smile beamed at the alpha. A teasing banter ensued between the pair, the brunette asking if he actually had his wallet and to see it to make sure. Ushijima remarked of course he had it, he’s an alpha of his word only to temporarily panic because his wallet was in his jacket rather than his pants. Which got a laugh from the omega, it sounded angelic — like the harmonious sound that came from a wind chime in a spring breeze. To ‘apologize’ for laughing, Ushijima was given another free sample with his purchase.

Without really noticing, Ushijima found himself visiting the farmer’s market on days when he missed his mate the most or on horrible days when he felt he couldn't breathe. He goes on his own birthday because he couldn’t stand the thought of being alone after spending so many birthdays showered in love. He goes on his late mate’s birthday because he couldn’t stand the silence of it now just being a ‘regular’ day and then again on their wedding anniversary. It’s not until the brunette mentioned it that he realized what he’s done.

”I’m glad this place brings you some peace.”

”What do you mean?”

”Most days you visit, right between your brow is always wrinkled tightly, but as you walk around and talk, it loosen up and you seem to relax.”

Suddenly he felt horrible because he looked at all the days he’s wandered around the market and saw the pattern. Though the brunette never said it, the olive-haired alpha felt he’s been using the kind omega to forget his mate — that opened a whole other dilemma. How can his alpha find peace in another omega when he promised his entire life to another? They had spent most of their lives together, their scent so fused together that no one could separate the two yet his seemed swayed. He still had the courting blanket he gave his mate put inside a scent sealing memory box on his dresser so there’s a part of his mate where he could still see him.

He promised forever to one omega, one beautiful and perfect omega — he couldn’t betray them by forgetting them. But his mind often wandered to the minty omega selling homemade honey and found himself wanting to see him. His alpha was alert, a change from its more dormant stance since their omega died — actually excited about the smell of mint and honey. Almost as if it was an old friend rather than a newer scent. It calmed his alpha, excited his alpha and nearly gave his alpha a sense of peace and closure.

This time Ushi found himself at the market purposefully to see the brunette, wanting to get lost in the old comforting scent that let him feel ease. Just like every time before, fluffy hair bounced towards him, a beaming smile with that lovely scent surrounding him. His alpha crooning caused his chest to nearly vibrate with anticipation — it’d been years since he felt such jitters, not since…

He shook his head, while he still adored his late mate, something inside him finally felt okay. This brunette omega had truly helped Ushijima through his darkest days and felt more comfortable being himself again.

“Green tea and cucumbers, my favorite fragrance.” The omega says, surprising Ushijima. It sounds like a scent he remembers, but can’t quite place his finger on it. The brunette leans close, his fluffy hair tickets his jawline and he is very aware of how close the two suddenly are. “Your scent, Ushi — refreshing cucumbers with herbal-earth green tea. It’s restoring.”

Tears prick his eyes, he can smell it — his own individual pheromones without his mate mate’s. Jus this. No sweet honey. No soothing mint. No…he takes a second before it all clicks and when he looks at the omega again, he sees him.

Tooru.

His Tooru.

His heart hammers into his chest, how? How was that even possible?

”H-how…?”

”For this — to help you move on.” Tooru beams that beautiful smile at the alpha, “it’s time for you to be happy again, Toshi.”

“But you…your here and can stay…we can be happy and and —“

A bittersweet smile graces Tooru’s face, “our time was beautiful and unforgettable, but…”

“You can’t stay. Cause this isn’t real.”

”…no…no it isn’t.”

”I’ll always love you, Tooru.”

“I know and I love you endlessly, but you deserve someone to give all that love you still have to.” A warm breeze wraps around Ushijima, brushing gently against his cheek and he knows in a way it was his Tooru’s way of saying a final goodbye.

“Uh, excuse me?”

Ushijima sniffles before turning around, seeing a redhead standing behind the stand he once saw filled with honey jars.

”Here,” he holds out a cellophane bag with a homemade pastry in it, “you seem like you need a pick me up and sweets make everything better.”

“Oh?” Ushijima picks up on the spicy citrus scent of oranges and nutmeg that comes from the omega and his alpha feels giddy like he first time he saw Tooru all those years ago. “Is that so?”

The redhead’s cheeks start to burn a bright pink, averting his eyes when their fingers touch. “Doesn’t hurt to try, no?”

”No. No it doesn’t.” Ushijima smiles, looking around the booth.

There’s a sign that reads: Satori’s Sweets. Neatly labeled baskets with various desserts in each. There’s also small tags near the baskets with allergen notices and the alternative products used since sometimes there’s adverse reactions to alternatives.

“Uh— you have a uhm, nice set-up.”

Satori’s eyes light up, “thanks! I picked this spot because I was told it’s next to a very popular picnic area.”

Flashes of the many many memories he spent just five feet away from where they stood fill his mind. Ushi smiles for a moment before letting himself picture a certain redhead on one of those picnics.

”Would you like to go out some time?”

The omega seems confused for a second, the question comes out of nowhere from the man he’s literally just met. Subconsciously, cucumber and green tea start to pour out — flaring out one’s pheromones is how one finds a mate after all.

Satori takes a deep breath before humming, “I don’t go out with knot heads who don’t tell me their names.”

”I’m Ushijima Wakatoshi.”

↳Reach so high ( 🍪)

Summary: You’re used to the world around you not being kind to the vertically impaired, but you and you’re alpha get through it.

Ingredients: Alpha! Tendo Satori, Alpha! Nishinoya Yu

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ Sweet Little Chick ( 🍸, 🍙(Mafia! AU))

Summary:  The Karasuno Crows fell to the will of one person and one person alone. You were expected to do the same to the mama crow.

Ingredients: Alpha! Mafia boss! Sugawara Koushi

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN-- But Reader ends up in a dress and thigh highs, so take as you will)

↳ Come see me (  🍚, 🍪, 🍮 )

Summary:  Being a manager for Nekoma was a thankless job, but one you were proud to do. You were surrounded by alphas who wanted what was best for you and in turn, you wanted what was best for them. However, sometimes what’s best for them…may not be best for you or your omega.

Ingredients: Alpha! Tetsuro Kuroo

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ Knock me out ( 🍪)

Summary:  When your omega demands to see your alpha, you can’t help but oblige, but unfortunately, someone else see’s you before he does.

Ingredients: Alpha! Hajime Iwaizumi

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ Fire man ( 🍘 )

Summary:  Your heat hits unexpectedly and it’s up to your alpha to help you through it. How is he doing it?

Ingredients: Alpha! Tetsuro Kuroo, Alpha! Toru Oikawa, Alpha! Kotaro Bokuto

Serving: Omega! Reader (Fem!)

↳ Double Trouble ( 🍪)

Summary:  Inarizaki is known for many things above the surface, but only few know what great treasure lies deep within the pack.

Ingredients: Alpha! Osamu Miya, Alpha! Atsumu Miya

Serving: Omega! Reader (Fem!)

↳ Level Headed ( 🍪, 🍘,  🍮 )

Summary: Betas were known for one thing and your alpha loved you all the more for it. So he shows you his gratitude.

Ingredients: Alpha! Hajime Iwaizumi

Serving: Beta! Reader (Fem!)

↳ Please don’t let me go ( 🍚, 🍪 , 🍘 , 🍙 (Shifter! AU))

Summary:  You were excited when the other packs joined yours, even finding solace in one of the alphas of one, but suddenly, you weren’t needed. Wanted. Not what he desired. And that hurt. So you do the only thing you can think of. Try to find someone who will comfort your poor omega heart.

Ingredients: Alpha! Kuroo Tetsuro

Serving: Omega! Reader (Pretty GN, but I said the word c*nt, so take it as you will)

↳ Please don’t let me go (Part 2!)   ( 🍪 , 🍙 (Shifter! AU))

Summary:   Thanks to Kuroo, your place in the pack has been cemented. But what made it waver in the first place? How can the rest of the pack change what has already happened.

Ingredients: Alpha! Kuroo Tetsuro

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ Feral animal ( 🍪, 🍮 )

Summary:  You just wanted to get the boys to practice on time. You weren’t prepared to deal with this.  Good thing you had a guardian angel- or should we say, dog.

Ingredients: Alpha! Kentarou Kyoutani

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ One more time ( 🍪, 🍮 )

Summary:  You loved your small little family, but your alpha felt there was something missing.

Ingredients: Alpha! Toru Oikawa

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN, but a baby is born, so take it as you will)

↳ Puppy ( 🍘, 🍮)

Summary:   It wasn’t supposed to hit you as hard as it did, but when your heat came and blindsided you, you were left staggering for a way out. Luckily, your alpha knows you better than anyone else.

Ingredients: Alpha! Kentarou Kyoutani

Serving: Omega! Reader (Fem! Reader)

↳ Two for one special ( 🍪 )

Summary:  You weren’t even a manager. You were a medic for the Nekoma team and yet, you still caught they of not one, but two, powerhouse alphas. What could go wrong, right?

Ingredients: Alpha! Satori Tendo, Alpha! Yuu Nishinoya (Poly)

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ Rut ( 🍘)

Summary:  You and your alpha have been through so much together, but how are the reacting when their rut hits?

Ingredients: Alpha! Tetsuro Kuroo, Alpha! Atsumu Miya, Alpha! Kiyoomi Sakusa

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ Helping hand  ( 🍘, 🍙 (Mafia! AU))

Summary:  You were always so good for your alpha. There are some things that fall out of your control however, things that may put a wrench in your good behavior.

Ingredients: Alpha! Mob boss! Kenma Kozume

Serving: Omega! Reader (Fem!)

↳ Spare some?  ( 🥞, 🍘 , 🍮)

Summary:  You simply ask for Daddy’s Cummies. How are these alphas reacting?

Ingredients: Alpha! Satori Tendo, Alpha! Toru Oikawa, Alpha! Wakatoshi Ushijima, Alpha! Kenma Kozume, Alpha! Yu Nishinoya, Alpha Keiji Akaashi

Serving: Omega! Reader

↳ Let me help you ( 🍚, 🍪) (Now with Part 2!)

Summary:   Because of unseen circumstances, you drop, and you drop hard. How does your alpha help you/redeem himself?

Ingredients: Alpha! Toru Oikawa, Alpha! Hajime Iwaizumi + Part 2 includes Mattsun and Makki.

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ All Mine (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 ) ( 🥞, 🍪, 🍮)

Summary:  You alpha sees someone flirting with you, he’s not happy/ This time you see someone flirty with your alpha and your not happy.

Ingredients: Alpha! Hajime Iwaizumi, Alpha! Issei Matsukawa, Alpha! Tetsuro Kuroo, Alpha! Osamu Miya, Alpha! Atsumu Miya, Alpha! Suna Rintaro

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ After hours ( 🥞, 🍘)

Summary:   Some spicy messages between you and your alpha~

Ingredients: Alpha! Atsumu Miya, Alpha! Osamu Miya, Alpha! Wakatoshi Ushijima, Alpha! Kentaro Kyoutani, Alpha! Rintaro Suna, Alpha! Eita Semi

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ Keeping you close ( 🍪, 🍘)

Summary:   Your alpha catches some low-bit, pathetic excuse of an alpha trying to get with you and he’s determined to but a stop to it.

Ingredients: Alpha! Rintaro Suna

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN, until the smut)

↳ Lips like Sugar~ ( 🍪, 🍘,🍙(Sugar Daddy! AU))

Summary:   Toru Oikawa had no qualms about paying a pretty little thing to hang off his arm, but he expects you to be at his beck and call for the price tag you come with. And if you aren’t? He’ll put you back into your place real quick.

Ingredients: Alpha! Toru Oikawa

Serving: Omega! Reader (Fem! Reader)

↳ Back me up ( 🍪)

Summary:   Pregnancy can bring out both the best, and worst, in any and all alphas, and yours is no exception. Life, however, is unpredictable in every sense and sometimes, the worst and best parts get melded into one– and make you fall in love with your alpha all over again.

Ingredients: Alpha! Kotaro Bokuto, Alpha! Wakatoshi Ushijima

Serving: Omega! Reader (Fem! Reader)

↳Baby, it’s cold outside ( 🍪)

Summary:  After waiting for your parents to come pick you up, only for them to never come, you can’t seem to get warm. Lucky, for you, your alpha is there to help you get warm!

Ingredients: Alpha! Takanobu Aone

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳Kiss it Better (🍪)

Summary:   You love spending time with your alpha in the kitchen, unfortunately it’s a little bittersweet for him.

Ingredients: Alpha! Osamu Miya

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳Again ( 🍘,🍮 )

Summary: How much can you take before your alpha breaks you?

Ingredients: Alpha! Tetsuro Kuroo

Serving: Omega! Reader (Fem! Reader)

↳Feed Me ( 🍪,🍮 )

Summary: Some times, people do things because it’s what they think is best. You don’t tell your alpha about some weight gain you’ve noticed, and try taking care of it yourself because of this.

Ingredients: Alpha! Keiji Akaashi, Alpha! Wakatoshi Ushijima, Alpha! Rintaro Suna

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ Day and Night (🍘)

Summary: How do you and your gamer alpha spend heats and ruts?

Ingredients: Alpha! Kenma Kozume

Serving: Omega! Reader (Fem! Reader)

↳ Crash Course(🍪)

Summary: The relationship between Iwaizumi and Oikawa is always a confusing one. No one is quite sure what it is and where exactly you fall into it. Well, you guys do and that’s all that matters.

Ingredients: Alpha! Hajime Iwaizumi, Platonic! Alpha! Toru Oikawa

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳✨Intimidating✨(🍪)

Summary: Alpha’s are scary creatures. Going up to them is scary, and honestly, you were never sure you would ever be able to look one in the eye. Unfortunately, your omega was dead set on one particular alpha– one who seemed so much more intimidating than any other alpha you had seen before.

Ingredients: Alpha! Issei Matsukawa, Alpha! Satori Tendou

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳✨Daddy cats✨ (🍪, 🍘)

Summary: What’s life like with not one but two alphas at your beck and call?

Ingredients: Alpha! Kenma Kozume and Alpha! Tetsuro Kuroo (Poly)

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN until the smut, then it's fem! Reader)

↳✨Olympic level✨( 🍪)

Summary: Sometimes your air-headed alpha makes you question your sanity. Luckily, you have some back-up to get him back in line.

Ingredients: Alpha! Yu Nishinoya

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN!)

↳Time Bomb ( 🍚,🍮,🍙(Non! A/B/O) )

Summary:  Anger is an ugly emotion and can bring out the worst in all of us. Mid-argument, it pushes your boyfriend into dangerous waters, threatening your very relationship. Is your relationship strong enough to survive?

Ingredients: Koushi Sugawara, Wakatoshi Ushijima

Serving: Reader(GN!)

↳Paparazzi ( 🍪)

Summary: Fangirls are nice, yes, however they tend to get in the way of simple things such as passing your classes. You won't take their harrassment laying down though.

Ingredients: Alpha! Toru Oikawa, Alpha! Yuji Terushima, Alpha! Atsumu Miya

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN!)

Chapter 1: Motion Sickness

Calloused hands gripped the thick harness straps. A dim bulb flickered above two-toned hair. “Minor turbulence,” Bokuto told himself as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes. Mad Dog probably flew the plan too high, or they hit a patch of rough weather he reasoned. 

A loud pop, disturbed him as a plastic air mask hit him in the face and the incessant pinging of the “fasten your seat belt” sign went off as round eyes flew open. He concluded that this was more than minor turbulence as his head snapped to attention. Daichi appeared to just be waking up from a nap, and he could feel blunt nails digging into his forearm leaving crescent moon shapes in its wake. 

Kuroo Tetsuro had always had a fear of flying. Bokuto could recall doing his best to put his best friend at ease before they boarded the military transport aircraft. Golden eyes flickered around the cramped cabin, and up at the seatbelt sign. 

“Kind of funny they bothered with a fastened seat belt sign on a military transport right?”

“I swear to god, those will not be the last words I hear Bo,” Kuroo hissed as he dug his nails further into Bokuto’s skin.

Bokuto clenched his teeth hissing, “shit! Take me out to dinner first!” 

He tried to get Kuroo to loosen his hold; worried his dark haired companion would break skin.

“Relax Kuroo-Chan!” Oikawa said in his typical suave voice. The bastard was grinning, actually grinning. Bokuto cursed the lanky brunette for being the only one on the plane that enjoyed turbulence. “The plane is still running.”

Bokuto would have laughed at that moment if he wasn’t so terrified as he heard the engine stall. The only thing filling the silence in the cab was the whistling of wind passing by the slowing metal bullet they were strapped in. 

Kuroo’s eyes were paralyzed with fear. The dark irises were the size of saucers as he stared blankly at Tooru who was smart enough to have the fear of god in his eyes. A crackling over the intercom broke the silence as Mad Dog’s voice filled the cab. 

“Everything is under control, we’re about to make our descent. Buckle up, say a prayer, and prepare for a rough landing.”

“What do you mean a rough landing?!” Daichi shouted as Bokuto was thrown back into his seat as the plane took a nosedive. 

Bokuto gripped the harness he was strapped into as his eyes flickered around the cabin. The comrades he’d been through hell with; all tried to keep fear from taking over their faces. 

He was told that time slowed down when tragedy struck, but he found each second ticking faster than the last. Fear gripped his heart, and his blood ran cold. He thought about closing his eyes, he’d probably pass out and never wake up again. Is that what he wanted? To let the last few seconds of his life slip by in a peaceful sleep? Before he could think any more on it his ass lifted off the seat before slamming down on the metal bench. Everything was happening so fast he couldn’t process the bruise that was forming on his ass as the plane continued to bounce. 

The sound of metal crashing against stone echoed through the cabin, as he was slammed back into his seat. His heart raced at an ungodly speed as he tried to register how they had hit land so fast. Before he could question it further, smoke filled the cabin, and he pulled at the restraints to escape...

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Akaashi lounged on his throne, his fingers absentmindedly playing with Atsumu’s hair. Nimble fingers twisted the golden locks as he smelt a spicy presence at his side. The older twin let out a sound of annoyance.

“Stop hovering, Keiji is giving me attention.” 

A low growl could be heard from Akaashi’s side. The raven haired omega did everything in his power to stop himself from smiling in amusement. He tried not to play favorites, but there was something endearing about the older Miya twin that Keiji couldn’t ignore. He was adorable, and Keiji wanted to spoil him. Osamu didn’t seem to mind. It was rare that the alpha didn’t act like the older twin, and if Keiji hadn’t heard the Miya twin’s mother confirming that Atsumu came out first; Keiji never would have believed it. 

An annoyed scoff sounded from his right, and he hummed at the twins' antics. He heard some shuffling, and he dared to peak over his shoulder, only to see the large alpha sitting on a plush cushion. Broad shoulders were slumped, and a pout was on his lips as he scowled at Atsumu, who as Keiji found out was sticking his tongue out at the alpha. 

The omega loved slow afternoons lazing around with his small pack. A pleasant breeze blowing gauzy curtains, as the soft turning pages of a book were occasionally heard from the lanky blond alchemist. A content sigh escaped his lips as he buried his nose in Atsumu’s scent glands, soliciting a pleasant purr from him. 

The peace seemed almost eternal until a loud whirring sound echoed through the palace, and a loud crash could be heard in the courtyard. Akaashi sat up startled, as Atsumu let out an alert scent.

Osamu was already on his feet, gripping the heavy spear in his hand, letting out a powerful scent. Akaashi appreciated the way his muscles moved under his inked skin. The intricate art accentuating each one of his muscles. Akaashi stood, walking towards the doors of his palace, curiosity getting the better of him. 

“Your majesty!” Iwa shouted, running after Akaashi. “We don’t know what’s out there! Give us a moment to inspect it first!”

Atsumu was at his side in an instant. Linking his arm with Akaashi’s as they walked through the marble halls. When they came to the courtyard Akaashi’s inquisitive eyes flickered over thick black smoke billowing from a metal contraption shaped vaguely like a bird.

“By the gods,” Sugawara gasped, appearing at his side. 

Bokuto’s eyes burned as he coughed on the smoke, doing his best to avoid inhaling anymore as his fingers fumbled with the straps. As soon as he was free he covered his mouth with a cloth and went to work undoing Sakusa’s straps. 

“The crowbar! Get the crowbar!” He shouted, coughing on the smoke.

Oikawa pushed his shoulder into the service door until he heard Bokuto’s command. Turning he searched for the crowbar, finding it strapped to the wall. Oikawa grabbed the crowbar, prying on the door until it finally gave way. Fresh air immediately entered the cabinet and Oikawa choked on it, taking gulps of it as he stumbled out of the plane. His eyes watered as he tried to blink the sting of the smoke away, and his vision slowly focused on a large white palace.

“Holy shit, you’re not gonna believe this…” Oikawa murmured in awe, at the way the sunlight reflected off the intricately carved marble of the palace. The architecture alone could rival the seven wonders of the world. 

Osamu’s eyes sharpened at the sight of the newcomers, as he approached them, spear at the ready. Metal being drawn from a sheath sounded behind him, and he knew Iwa was supporting him. He held his spear at the ready.

“Who are you, and where did you come from?”

Kuroo stiffened in surprise, holding his hands up to show he meant no harm. “Is that a spear?”

The rest of his comrades immediately drew their guns, pointing the barrel of their guns at Iwa and Osamu. “Drop your weapons, or I’ll blow your head off.” Oikawa said, switching the safety off.

Akaashi approached them in curiosity. He had no idea what the stranger meant by that, and he had no idea what odd contraptions they held in their hands. 

“Your majesty! Wait! We don’t know what kind of people these strangers are!” Osamu said in a panic, as Akaashi didn’t falter in his steps.

“They smell kind of funny Keiji,” Atsumu murmured in his ear, as he sniffed the air.

“They lack a scent,” Akaashi commented, as leaned forward to look down the barrel of the gun, making Daichi nervous. “I never knew betas were so…strange.” 

“We’re serious, we’ll shoot. Back off…” Oikawa began again. 

“It’s them!” Sugawara shouted in realization as he came running. “Our god has finally returned to us! Just like the prophecy foretold. Don’t you see your majesty? Do you not recognize Hypnos in the flesh?” Sugawara exclaimed.

Much to Bokuto’s surprise the priest’s finger was pointed directly at him. He lowered his weapon, distracted by the silver haired man. Golden eyes shifted to his comrades looking for answers, but they looked just as confused as he did.

“I’m no god…” He spoke up.

Pieces started to fall into place as he took a quick assessment of his surroundings. The palace, the outdated weapons, and the waterfalls that seemed to flow off the edge of the earth and fall into nothing but clouds. They had crash landed on an island of an ancient society that was far removed from the rest of the world. They called him god, because they simply didn’t know any better.

“Yes you are! You fell from the heavens just like the prophecy foretold. Bringing with you more people to help repopulate our kingdom!” The priest continued, waving his arms frantically.

“It worked!” Atsumu shouted, bouncing excitedly as he grabbed Akaashi’s hand. “It was my sacrificial mouse! Hypnos is here because I sacrificed my mouse to see our god!”

“You did so well ‘Tsumu,” Akaashi purred as scented him. “You have Hypnos' favor.” 

“We crashed our plane,” Bokuto interrupted before they could draw any more conclusions. He pointed at the still smoking plane. “We didn’t fall from the heavens.”

Bokuto straightened as the man with curly black hair stepped into his personal space, sniffing the crook of his neck. “What are you doing?” He asked, trying to gently push him off, crystal blue eyes peered up at him in curiosity.

“How dare you disgrace the king of Fukurodani,” the silver haired man seethed. 

Palms were immediately in the air as owlish eyes flickered down and a spear tip was centimeters from his throat. Fabric strained under Bokuto’s heaving chest as he tried to calm himself. He was a soldier, he’d trained for similar situations as this. Black ink marked the man’s skin. He was almost Bokuto’s size. “Almost,” he mused. He’d have the upper hand in a hand to hand fight, as long as the other man’s skills didn’t surpass his own.

Slender fingers reached out to grip the spear, pushing it down. The larger man didn’t fight the ethereal creature, starry eyes were looking directly at him once more.

“If Suga says our god has returned then he speaks the truth,” his words held power amongst his followers. None questioned his rule, even Bokuto wanted to accept his words as truth. His head was screaming at him to speak up. To correct this beautiful creature, another primal part of him told him to take. Take everything this king was willing to give him until he could only be claimed as his own. “I am Keiji Akaashi, and I’ve been waiting for you Hypnos.” 

Bokuto looked up at Akaashi, and slowly shook his head. Whatever thoughts he’d conjured quickly disappeared at the name, “Hypnos.” 

From Bokuto’s limited knowledge of gods, he knew Hypnos to be the Greek god of sleep. Perhaps their Hypnos was someone else, anyone else, as long as it wasn’t him. 

“My name is Kotaro Bokuto. I am not this god you seek.” He stated, bluntly, and the man just smiled at him. 

His breath caught in his chest as his eyes took in that smile. Perfect, ethereal, warm and only for him. Those ocean pools bore into him, stripping him bare and all he wanted to do was drown in them. 

“Perhaps you just don’t remember Kotaro.” His voice was gentle, and his eyes were filled with an emotion Bokuto couldn’t put his finger on. “Come, you all need rest,” Akaashi said as he turned to walk back to the palace. 

Bokuto watched a blond copy of the silver haired man run past him, dragging Sakusa by the hand as he buried half of himself into Akaashi’s side. The raven haired man welcomed him into his embrace by wrapping an arm around him.

Bokuto glanced at the rest of them and shrugged. There wasn’t anything else they could do but follow them into the palace. He felt out of place on this island frozen in time. Kotaro hadn’t believed in magic since he was a child, but like most kids the magic went away when he approached middle school. Stepping into the polished stone palace had his jaw dropping. 

The place oozed luxury, but Akaashi and his followers seemed to pay no mind to it. There was an ornate throne that Akaashi took a seat on, shifting to sit comfortably, as the blonde that had stolen Kiyoomi away sat on a pillow at his feet. 

“‘Tsumu who is this?” The king asked leaning forward to peer into Sakusa’s face, obviously assessing the prize Atsumu had taken for himself.

“Omi-Omi!” The name was spoken with pride. “This is my mate!” 

A low growl emitted behind him as the twin stepped forward, “don’t say something so foolish.” 

“‘Samu you don’t get to pick my mate!” Atsumu said standing to his feet, as Sakusa was still trying to recover from the idea of being anyone’s “mate” and what exactly that implied. 

“You’re an omega ‘Tsumu. You pick an alpha, he’s just a beta!” Osamu said standing his ground.

The way Keiji absentmindedly played with his curls was a good indicator to Bokuto that these fights happened often. 

“He is too an alpha!” Atsumu shouted, squaring his shoulders determinedly. “Besides, omegas can mate with betas. Isn’t that right Tssuki?!”

The blond omega looked up from his book, sitting it down in his lap as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. A small smirk creeped on his face. “‘Atsumu is right, omegas can mate with betas.”

“You have the potential to give us another Pack Alpha ‘Tsumu. Don’t waste that on some beta.” 

“You and Keiji will give us plenty of pack alphas!” Atsumu said, walking towards Sakusa. “I’m mating for love!” He said plopping himself in Sakusa’s lap and wrapping his arms around his neck.

“Love? We just met.” Sakusa said furrowing his brows as he looked at Atsumu, suddenly remembering his disdain for germs. He attempted to push the omega off him but he just heard a low purr and felt blond hair brushing against his skin.

Oikawa laughed from where he’s sitting. “Don’t let me miss the wedding Omi-kun.”

“Omi-Omi!” Atsumu’s eyes were alight, pleased with the clever nickname he’d given his dark haired acquaintance. “You’ll nest with me Omi-Omi.”

“Is this a sex thing?” Kuroo asked, finally speaking up. “Because this sounds like a sex thing.”

“Kuroo,” Daichi lowly hissed, elbowing him in the ribs.

“No, Tetsu-Chan is right.” Oikawa chimed in. “With all this talk of alphas, betas, and omegas it sounds like some kinky roleplay shit. You know, like that shit you read in fanfics where authors classify their favorite characters as an alpha or an omega.”

Daichi stared blankly at Oikawa trying to process what he just heard, while Kuroo let out a wolfish laugh.

“Did you just admit to reading fanfic?”

Oikawa huffed, “you get my point.”

“Yes, it is sex stuff.” The lean blond that has been introduced as “Tssuki” chimed in. 

His voice was devoid of any humor, and sounded as if he was lecturing a group of obnoxious teenagers. Though, it was clear when you put Tetsuro Kuroo and Tooru Oikawa in a room together they were just as bad.

“Some people present as alphas. They tend to be more aggressive, protective, and dominant. Others present as omegas. They’re the nurturing ones, the smart ones. Each need the other to exist. Omegas need alphas through their heats, and alphas need omegas through their ruts. Occasionally you get an omega who doesn’t entirely fit the mold like Keiji. He possesses the need to protect, and oftentimes takes the lead like an alpha, but he has the strong desire to care for others as well. So, nature made him a head omega.” 

“What does that have to do with sex stuff?” Bokuto asked, furrowing his brows as he tried to process everything the omega was telling him.

“It means we each have a secondary gender that determines  who we can have pups with.” Akaashi said, speaking up. 

The silence in the room was broken quite quickly as the palace doors were practically kicked open, and a tall alpha walked in. Akaashi seemed unphased as he watched the alpha approach, a large boar slung over his shoulders, blood splattering on the white marble from the jugular that had been split open.

“Toshi, you know I hate it when you get blood all over my palace floors.” Akaashi said as sharp eyes flickered to the trail of blood. Unphased, the alpha dropped the boar at his feet.

“Your majesty! Look at the beast I’ve slain!”

Osamu growled, as he stepped forward. “Where the hell have you been?! These beta’s could have killed the king!” 

A low growl rumbled in the taller alpha’s chest as he stepped forward. “Are you saying the kingdom’s pack alpha was too weak to protect our majesty?” 

A slender body came between the two, pushing them apart as palms rested on their chests. “I will not have fighting infront of our guests.” Akaashi said softly. “This is Wakatoshi Ushijima.” He introduced the tall alpha before walking towards the patio that led to the gardens. 

“Come, after a bath we’ll see you to your rooms.” Akaashi said as the entourage followed him out to the gardens. “We have a small bath dedicated to betas.” Akaashi explained, as he gestured to the entrance of a small bathhouse. “Once you’ve finished bathing, Iwa will escort you to your rooms.” 

“Thank you, we appreciate your hospitality.” Daichi said, stepping forward and slightly bowing to Akaashi, soliciting a small grin from the head omega.

“You’re welcome, Sawamura.” Akaashi said softly. “We will hold a feast in the main hall tomorrow night. A celebration for Hypnos’ return, and his followers.” 

Daichi opened his mouth to ask further, but Akaashi was already retreating to the palace. Tssuki, and Atsumu clung tightly to his sides as Osamu followed loyally behind. Brown eyes flickered down briefly, to see wide eyes staring up at him. Startled, he took a few steps back, the omega following him like a magnet.

“Sawamura Daichi,” he said with a wide grin. “You’re part of the old clan, it was said that the first born male was always an alpha.” 

Daichi swallowed, “you’re saying there is a Daichi clan here?” 

“There was, until they left with Hypnos.” 

“Hypnos, who you think is Bokuto?” Daichi asked as Suga nodded with a wide smile. 

“You’ve all come back though,” Suga said softly. “Right when we needed you the most. Just like the prophecies said.”

Daichi tried to wrap his head around what Sugawara was trying to tell him, “I’m glad we came at the right time then.” 

He turned to follow the rest of his comrades into the bathhouse, and tried to come to terms with everything that had happened. Was he upset that they crash landed on a paradise island with no return home? His family was non-existent, and the military was the only life he knew. As he slipped off his clothes he decided that staying on the island might be a chance to start over. 

“What do you think of this place Boku-Chan?” Oikawa asked as he admired the view. 

The bath pool seemed to flow off the edge of the island and disappear into the clouds. Bokuto admired the sunset as his muscles relaxed in the hot water.

“It’s beautiful, but I have a sister to get back to,” he said with a shrug. “So, I’m going to work on fixing the plane and getting us out of here…” 

Kuroo swallowed, “if they accept me I think I’ll stay.” 

Bokuto’s head snapped up at Kuroo in surprise, and Kuroo gave him a desperate, fear driven look.

“I can’t get on another airplane, Bokuto,” Kuroo stressed. “Not after what happened. Not after the crash.” 

Oikawa gently rubbed his arm, “it’s okay Tetsuro. Everyone seems welcoming here.”

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Akaashi led Atsumu through the gardens, picking through the various flowers to add to his growing bouquet. Soon he had a colorful bouquet in his hands and he practically skipped towards his room. Osamu let out a low huff as he followed after the pair, watching Akaashi grab Atsumu’s hand in his. 

“Do you think Bokuto will like these?” Akaashi asked, pushing his bedroom door open, and going to his collection of ribbons. He pulled a periwinkle one out, tying it around the bouquet of flowers.

Atsumu nodded as he peered over Akaashi’s shoulder, “he’s going to love those!” 

Osamu shook his head as he leaned against the bedpost, “I don’t know why you’re wasting your time with him Keiji.”

Atsumu whipped his head towards his twin, putting his hands on his hips and let out an annoyed growl.

“He’s not wasting his time!” Atsumu said taking a step closer to Osamu. “You’re just jealous cause you can’t catch Keiji to mark him.” 

Osamu growled, “that’s not true! I have the kingdom’s best interests at heart, and an outsider will ruin us!” 

Akaashi sighed, “it’s okay ‘Tsumu.” A slender hand was placed on the omega’s shoulder. “Pack alphas don’t usually get along.”

The head omega felt his blond companion relax under his touch and soft voice. “He does look like he’ll be a pack alpha.”

A small smirk crept across his face as challenging eyes met his brother’s, soliciting a small growl from the alpha. Moments where he could be a little shit to his twin were his absolute favorite. Especially when he knew Keiji looked at him like he hung the moon. He could do no wrong, and Osamu knew it. A quality the pack alpha both loved and loathed about Akaashi. 

A small hum from Akaashi tore Osamu’s gaze away from Atsumu’s. The small sound of agreement had his stomach rolling with jealousy. He was supposed to be the only one, the only suitable mate for Keiji. They both knew their mating was destiny, but he was the only one that acted like he wanted it. Now Akaashi was prancing around, gifting flowers to a beta who knew nothing of their ways, and would just leave Akaashi sad and heartbroken.

Before he could speak up, Akaashi was already flitting towards the beta’s room, bouquet in hand, and Atsumu animatedly chattering at his side. With a low huff he followed along, shoulders slightly sagging as he watched his future mate woo another man. 

After watching the head omega place the bouquet on Bokuto’s pillow with care, he followed him down to the kitchens to order a feast for tomorrow night. The servants instantly went to work preparing the palace and Akaashi went to meet the betas in the foyer. 

:.

Bokuto was the first out of the bath, and the first thing he noticed was all of their clothes were missing. The servants had been kind enough to replace them with robes. Tossing the fluffy towel at a bin he went to work putting the robe on, and was unimpressed as he looked in the mirror. 

“Cute ass,” Kuroo commented as he entered the dressing room with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Bokuto let out a low growl, “there’s one for you too dumbass.”

“Oh my god!” Oikawa exclaimed, lifting his sheer robe up. “I can totally pull this off!“ 

Bokuto rolled his eyes as he tried to cover his dick with his hands. Nudity was widely accepted here, and he wondered why these omegas seemed to have no shame. He heard Daichi shout “when in Rome,” and a disgruntled growl came from Sakusa at his side.

Walking into the castle Oikawa was the only one among them completely content with the sheer robes they were placed in. They found Akaashi, Atsumu and Osamu waiting for them in the hall. Iwa stopped, and slightly bowed at Akaashi, before turning to the group.

“Keiji will show you to your rooms.”

“Thank you Iwa,” Akaashi said with a smile.” I’ll give you rooms in the same hall as me. Don’t hesitate to knock on my door if you need anything.”

After getting everyone settled, Akaashi retired to his room with Atsumu. Not bothering with clothes he slipped into the nest, snuggling Atsumu. 

“You like Sakusa,” he stated as he played with Atsumu’s hair. 

Atsumu hummed in reply, “you know me too well Keiji.”

A laugh that sounded like music to Atsumu’s ears filled the room. “I’ve known you a long time.”  His voice turned quiet, “perhaps he will warm your bed tomorrow night.”

“Oikawa.”

“Ushijima.” Your jaw clenched as you looked up at the Alpha. He had approached you in the middle of the hallway, alone oddly enough. “How can I help you?”

“I’ll make you my mate, no matter what. So be prepared.” And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving your jaw to drop. 

“Who does he think he is?!” You scoff, looking at your best friend who looked surprised at the interaction. “Does he really think I’ll be his mate after everything he’s done?” You shake your head, whirling away and stomping towards the gates of campus.

“Oi! Where are you going?”

“Out!” 

As you storm down the streets, you angrily kick a rock along your war path. Mate? To Ushiwaka? That was the absolute last person you’d ever consider. As Oikawa’s younger sister, you had spent many years hearing how Ushijima would disrespect your brother. You’d thrown a fit when your parents decided to send you to Shiratorizawa. Your brother had even ignored you for over a week because of it! 

Your heart had been crushed. It took you crying to Iwaizumi in order to get it through Oikawa’s mind that you wanted to be at Aoba Johsai with them. 

Of course, the first day of Shiratorizawa, you were greeted with the unwelcome sight of Ushijima as your buddy. All second years were assigned to first years in order to show them around campus and ensure that they were safe, and of course, your luck had you paired with Ushijima.

It wasn’t like he was a terrible guy. No, he was just such a traditional Alpha. 

He believed that Omegas should be docile and quiet, which you were not. How could you be when you had an Alpha brother like Oikawa? 

He believed that Omegas should rely on Alphas, which you did not. How could you when you had an Alpha friend like Iwaizumi who taught you how to be self-reliant? No matter what, you and Ushijima would not agree. 

And yet, that somehow made him desire you even more. 

You found yourself at an empty park, the one you used to frequent with your brother and his friend. Stopping at the boundary, you stared at the net longingly for a moment. It has been months since you last played. Scanning the park, you spy an old tattered ball underneath a bush. Stooping down, you fish it out, giving the ball a quick squeeze. You were pleasantly surprised that it had sufficient air pressure in order to play. Bouncing the ball once or twice, you twirled the ball between your hands before tossing it up for a serve. Crack. The ball slammed down into the back line, just in the court. You grinned, looking down at your palm. You couldn’t remember the last time a serve had felt so right. 

“May I join you?” 

Your lip curled up slightly as the familiar mountain scent filled the air. “Ushijima. You followed me.” 

 Turning, you see the Alpha underneath the lamp-light. “I was worried you would wander somewhere in your rage and get into trouble.” 

(E/c) eyes narrowed. “Do you think I’m incapable of taking care of myself, Ushijima?” You growled, stepping closer to the Alpha. “Do you think that I’m some poor, defenseless Omega that you need to rescue?” 

Ushijima tilts his head. “No.” You tilt your head at this. “But as someone who wishes to court you, I cannot help but worry about you.” Your lip twitched.

Thump. Thump. 

Why did that make your heart race? Your Omega had awoken now, dropping into a playful crouch as she wiggled in an effort to tease the Alpha. Internally you cursed. You didn’t need an Alpha to worry about you. “I can worry about myself,” you sniffed, turning your back to him once again. “C’mon then. Show me what the star of the men’s volleyball can do.” 

A hum of satisfaction filled the air as his scent warmed. Ushijima walked past you, his scent enveloping you. Your Omega yipped. Ushijima’s chest puffed out as he retrieved the ball. As he dropped into position, you couldn’t help but admire the way his muscles flexed. He was in his black long-sleeve and white shorts. He had probably just come from practice. “I can toss for you if you would like.”

Your body freezes as you look over at the Alpha, mouth drying. “How did you know I was a spiker?” 

“I saw you playing back at Kitagawa First. You were an incredible spiker. It’s a shame you do not play anymore.” Ushijima bounced the ball, olive eyes focused on your form. “So? Would you like me to toss for you?” 

Hesitation filled you as you bit back a scathing retort. No, I wouldn’t want to force you to lower your standards. But, he had offered after all. “..Sure.” 

Ushijima offered you a small smile as he ducked under the net, coming to your side. “Just throw the ball up and I will toss it for you.” 

And so that’s how you practiced. You would throw the ball up, Ushijima would toss it to you, and you would spike it. After every spike or so, Ushijima would either compliment you or mention something about your form in order for you to improve. He would even go get the ball for you both. Otherwise, the only sound was the volleyball hitting your hands or the volleyball crashing into the ground on the other side of the net. An hour or so passed before it got too dark to continue playing. Replacing the ball where you had found it, you and Ushijima made the walk back to campus.

“So, you knew me from when I played in middle school?” You asked, hands in your pocket as Ushijima walked beside you.

“Yes. That’s how I knew I wanted you to be my mate.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “You chose your mate based on volleyball skill?”

“No.” You looked up at Ushijima who had stopped. “I may have considered it, but I ultimately chose my mate because I could see how hard-working they are. I saw how they were able to communicate with their peers on and off of the court.” He stared down at you. “I am not the most expressive or communicative person I will admit. Most of my time will be filled with volleyball. But I had a feeling that you would understand that, and that is why I would like to court you and see if you would choose me as your mate.”

Confusion filled you. He had seen all of that based on how you played? “But how do you know that makes us compatible?” 

He lifts his shoulders. “We won’t know until we try, correct?” 

“You’re ridiculous,” you grumbled, turning and starting to walk. “Well? C’mon there, Ushijima. Take me out on a date or something and I guess we can try.”

He smiles once again, catching up to you in three long strides. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For the opportunity.”

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