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tw. dubcon, a/b/o terms, size kink, captivity, creampie, breeding, knotting, subby virgin reader, biting, a lot of whining and crying, noncon mating, mention of blood, corruption, praise wordcount. 7.3k

a/n. ♡ commissioned by the amazing stunning @my-reality-is-in-my-head ♡ thank you so so much for commissioning me it was so much fun to write and thirst over tsumu and you're just lovely and aHHH i hope it lives up to what you had in your head my love mwuah mwuah this was so much funnn

miya atsumu x fem!reader

If tiny villages are tight knit, you suppose that this place is sewn shut and drilled over— to extend the metaphor.

You enjoy it, though it’s easy to feel out of the norm. A little like a shiny new toy as people gawk from the sidewalks. The older man helps take your luggage out of the back of his rattling bucket of a car before you have the chance to stop him when he drops you off. He only gives a kind nod, before pulling his hat lower over his eyebrows and pointing you towards the house you can just about see peek out between the fields and rolling hills. Your ‘thank you’ is brushed off with the kind of nonchalance only older gentlemen can have, before he slips back into the decades old vehicle and tuffs off down the dirt road.

You stretch your arms above your head before setting off for the little walk. The hair at the base of your skull sticks to your neck under the glow of the sun. Wispies stick out like sprouts on the top of your head that you try to smooth down, only to watch them refuse to conform.

But it’s the air, like pretty much everything else here, that truly feels fresh and crisp, like only a hilltop or a small country-side village can give. It’s the smell of greenery and morning dew that fills your lungs. Your hands run over the folds in your flowy dress as you make your way up the driveway, luggage dragging behind as the sound of cicadas remain loud even from the edge of the forest.

Ever since you were little, there’s been an ever-present sense of longing for places like these, the peace and quiet welcoming you like a coming home of sorts. The grit under your heels and the warmth of the sun on your skin, everything feels like it sings for you, embracing your every step closer with a happy hum of the wind blowing through reeds. Despite your fascination with the countryside, like most kids born and raised in a big city; you do love your actual home though. You love your job and your friends, and though it’s draining, there’s no better feeling than a whole day of challenges and succeeding them so you can crash into bed at night, sated.

You love what you do, and you’re good at it; people couldn’t drag you away for long if they tried. But every few months for years now, like clockwork, you get this awful, horrible itch that no one has been able to explain away. You get irritable and needy, and everything feels sensitive to the touch for days on end. The hairs on your arms stand up and you get a feverish, insatiable feeling in the pit of your stomach that hurts to even think about. As if that’s not bad enough, it always seems to affect the people around you too.

Male co-workers getting way too handsy, borderline aggressive in your proximity, a friend who you’d normally confide in hanging onto every word you say to the point where it’s distracting. It has something to do with your production of pheromones spiking, some specialist told you. Alas, not much can be done. You’ve learned to cope, learned to take some time to yourself when you can feel it brewing in your center. And like clockwork, every few months you isolate yourself and head out somewhere into the beautiful small town life until you can come back with a clear head.

It’s not so bad. You like to think you have a handle on your mood swings.

As you painstakingly make your way up to the traditional Japanese home, you cast a few wistful glances at the scenery. At the green edge of the woods and the small lake you can see splayed out behind the house, glittering in the morning sun. The fields of green are only cut up here and there by another house, or a patch of rice paddies. There’s no doorbell, only a little plaque that has ‘please, come on in’ written on it in pretty, loopy handwriting. As you enter, you’re announced by the little ring of a bell, smiling as a young man peeks his head out from a side room. You toe off your shoes with practiced ease as he stands to meet you.

Unassuming but handsome, his silvery hair with black ends standing up in little tufts as he swiftly wipes his hands on a towel sticking out from his maroon apron. “Hello, welcome,” the young man bows, one you return a little lower, before offering him a smile. “You called this morning, right?” He confirms, and you nod again. “Yes, come in, come in— we’re very happy to have you. Though, normally most visitors come a bit later in the year, the nights up here can be a little chilly in early spring.”

“Well,” you nod, “it was a little on purpose. I really needed some time away from people.” You run a hand along your neck as you talk, shivering a bit where your nails rake over a particularly sensitive spot and a soft, squeaked breath escapes you. The young man doesn’t say anything, but gives an understanding hum as soon as you take a little step away from him and warmth surges to your cheeks, before picking up a key and motioning into the hall.

“I can understand that. I’ll take you to your room so you can put your stuff down.” He turns and you follow behind with soft steps, craning your neck to glance past him as he walks and talks. Though his voice is gentle, he has an air of strength and understanding that surpasses him. “I’m Kita Shinsuke.”

“You work here all alone, Kita-san?” You really had to scour the internet thoroughly to even find anything about this place, let alone during a time where they don’t normally accept visitors. The bus ride from the friendly, little neighborhood to up here took almost an hour out from the nearest city. But your interest was piqued as soon as you caught wind of a fox farm in the middle of nowhere, even if you weren’t aching to get some time alone.

The floor-length window to your left shows the inner courtyard of the house, more wide open greenery that takes your breath away.

Kita shakes his head, then takes a little breath into his cheeks. “No, luckily,” he smiles. “The foxes aren’t exactly easy pets. They need a lot of care and attention. I spend most of the year working in the rice fields, but we have a few people who stay day in and out.” There’s a little sigh, before he halts in front of a door with the number 02 on it, and he turns to you. Then Kita gently picks up your free hand to press the key into it, wrapping your fingers into a ball around the cool metal. “Careful with shiny belongings, though. Our little friends have a knack for stealing trinkets you need, so keep your eye on them if you can.”

His eyes are big and a pretty brown as he meets yours. His irises catch the light almost- too much- so shiny you can see yourself in the reflection of them before he blinks. When his eyes open again, it’s gone, and you can only let your mouth drop open a hair before he steps past you. “We’ll have lunch ready for you in the main room.” A little shiver runs up your back as you stand in the empty hallway for a bit longer, before sliding the key in and turning.

Your room is small but cozy, with shoji hiding away a wonderful wooden terrace down to the lake, and a thick futon in the middle of the room. You open up all the curtains to let in the cold spring sun, paying no attention to the soft buzz you feel in your blood, a familiar heat.

+

The first few days of your stay are peaceful, almost eerily so. There lays a blanket of silence over the mountains, with only birds and the occasional old scooter to break it when it puffs past. Your stay is good, warm. The people are kind too, Aran and Ginjima visiting every other day to help out with feeding the animals that you’re lucky to catch glimpses of as you’re strolling the gardens or walking quietly onto the terrace early in the mornings.

Most of them are too sneaky and too quick, so you haven’t gotten the chance to pet many. Kita snickers when you express your distress at this fact over dinner. All except for— you look over at the pitch black fur of the creature sitting next to you on your blanket, finishing your last bite of onigiri. His name is Suna and he’s a rescue, the silver haired man had told you, and he’s just about the only tame fox they have. He remains unbothered when you drop your hand below his skull and scratch the fluffy area, barely moving to cast his narrow green eyes at you.

He already snatched your second snack earlier, and is now just laying spread out, licking his teeth and gums as he drops open his little snout.

The distractions aren’t enough to feel the familiar itch grow stronger day by day, and you make peace with the fact that you’ll have to tell Kita you are feeling feverish- offer to stay inside your room for a few days- but for now it’s enough to let you enjoy the chilly breeze tickling at the base of your neck and down your back. Across the lake, shrouded in ominous fog and darkness under the shade of the trees, two more houses stand.

Old and a few years away from decrepit, the base of the walls are covered in moss and vines, and the roof’s shingles are shiny, missing in a few places. They’re clearly no longer in use, but must have been loved dearly, judging by the thousands of charms and pendants you can still see tied to every free surface even from this distance. Even if they’re no longer serving a protecting purpose.

A body plops down next to you on the blanket, far enough to be polite— but the sudden motion makes you jump.

Your skin crawls with heat from your toes all the way to the crown of your head, itching and achy. Not wanting to appear flustered, you just tug up your shoulders a little higher as if to cover your exposed cheeks. “Ah,” a man sighs from beside you, “looks like a real mess, don’t it?” You look up, meeting round, amber eyes when you do. More heat surges through your blood and pumps through your insides. And you swallow, twice, gazing— staring into the pretty honey color before you force yourself to look away.

The black fox that was resting next to you skitters away from under your touch. Your tongue feels puffy and heavy, but you meet the stranger’s gaze again. Trying, and failing miserably, not to stare at the deep pools of liquid crystal he seems to have for eyes. The young man gives you an intrigued smile, then pulls up his nose. “Yer new here.” It’s short, simple. But gives you a feeling of sweetness on your tongue that you desperately try to suck off when he continues. “Got a name?”

It’s a little alarming how easily you answer without so much as a blink, your name jumping off your tongue. “I’m visiting for a little while.”

The blond picks at a reed of grass as he hums, low and understanding. “How long are’ya stayin’ for? We— hah,” his eyes find yours again, and you can’t help but stare at the distracting way his pupils widen, “we don’t get ta see a lot’a Kita-san’s guests.”

“A few days,” you manage to mouth, voice far quieter than you’d like, “and you are?”

His face twists into a wolfish grin as he leans in a little, placing a hand onto your shoulder. And another wave of heat floods your system, bashing against your seams like it’s dying for release. “Miya Atsumu.” He pauses, as if searching for some recognition in your expression, before continuing— satisfied. “I live ‘ere. Help out around the farm ‘n that, so I like ta say hi to the visitors.” You’re not usually so tight-lipped. Actually, this sudden silence isn’t like you at all, but you just can’t help but hang onto his every word as he speaks, and Atsumu notices. “Yer not scared’a me, are’ya?”

You squeak when he scoots closer into you, his aroma slightly overwhelming. Dark and masculine and heavy, clinging to your palette like gum. But his smile is warm enough for you to shake your head. “No, ‘m not- s-scared, just…” You trail off to look instead back to the water, trying to ignore where his arm brushes against yours and your entire body breaks out in cold goosebumps. “What’s over there?” you motion across the lake, shivering again when he stops touching you to lick his bottom lip and follow your gaze.

“I’ll show ya,” he pushes up from the floor to extend a hand to you, eyes glittering with mirth when you don’t even hesitate to take it.

+

Atsumu is warm— too warm, you would like to say, always sends jitters through you from your head all the way to your toes. You only have to spend a few hours for a few days in his presence to be head over heels, cheeks flaring with heat at every glance your way, every joke and each time he throws an arm over your shoulder. Kita is a bit more tight-lipped when Atsumu parades you around the farm and shows up loud at dinner— but you’re a simple girl.

You’d have to be oblivious not to notice the wide shoulders and narrow taper of his waist, golden skin that shines healthily in the spring sun. His wide smile as he bends over your shoulder to steal a kiss here and there, or run swift fingers along the small of your back. He’s the definition of tall, dark and handsome- if not for the light hair that falls around his features like a halo.

He’s drop dead gorgeous. You hope you’re forgiven for whining and whimpering when he manages to get you trapped against the wall between his arms and hovers there like a tease. His biceps bulge as he cages you in below his body and whispers sweet things into your ear, kissing you in the dark corner behind the house. Trails his lips down your jaw and neck, only to switch tactics and leave you panting for more. Should he ask, you’d drop to your knees in a heartbeat— you’re sure of it.

You’ve never ever been so affected by another person in your life, and if you were a little less star-struck by his handsome smile and how well your hand fits in his, maybe you’d notice the looks. Aran and Ginjima are never too far off as you two stroll around the flowery paths, gleaming, beady eyes trailing wherever he takes you. How they sense your shift in mood whenever you get to talking. The missing items out of your bedside table. Maybe you’d notice the disapproving pull of Kita’s face whenever Atsumu grins a little wider to run his hand through your hair and expose your neck, placing little kisses on your most sensitive spot. Or hear the low growls little Suna lets out when Atsumu shoos him away from your lap, the animal receiving an icy glare.

But you’re blinded by infatuation, so you don’t. You’ve also never felt so undeniably horny either. It’s a bit sickening how a single kiss can have your panties soaked, clenching around nothing and your shirt rubbing up too much against your overly sensitive chest.

It doesn’t last long before your hot flush gets too much. You can’t in good faith come out of your room when even thinking of Atsumu has your thighs full of slick and your clit throbbing like you’re a- dog in heat or something. You lock yourself up in your room with the curtains drawn. Your skin is feverish and your skull is full of cotton, you down two bottles of water by the time you’d normally be out for breakfast.

Ever the host, a few soft knocks come to your door. Kita’s voice sounds a little muffled, as if he’s pinching his nose when calling your name. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?”

“Kita-san, I’m sick,” you whine at the door, trying your best not to sound absolutely miserable under thick blankets, “hot flares. I might have a bit of a fever so I’m staying in.” It’s really no use, judging by his sharp inhale.

“O-oh, I see.” It stays quiet for long enough that you think he might have left, before he drops his head to the door and hand on the knob to try it, just once. “Didn’t your doctor ever give ya’ anything against the—uhm… n-no heat suppressants or anythin’?” Your ears are doing something weird, making everything he says a little double, a little too low to be right.

“No what?”

“Fever medicine,” he tries, before letting out a deep breath. You miss the lone, sighed fuck, before he talks again. “Don’t open yer door. I’ll head to town for some pills.” You give a hum in response, your voice wobbly. “Seriously,” Kita mumbles, “don’t open this door ‘til I’m back.” Then his quick steps leave the hall, and you’re left clutching your stomach in your ball of blankets. Beads of sweat run down your temples, pussy feeling unbearably more empty by the second. For a moment you’re clear-headed enough to crawl out of your little nest to replace one of the blankets with a towel, slapping a wet rag over your forehead while you’re at it, but it’s no use.

You’re just so empty, and lonely, and you’re only half aware that you’re whining like a little baby when a few soft knocks disrupt you.

“Aw, yer whinin’ the whole neighborhood into a frenzy, pet.” The familiar voice fills your mind through the gaps around the door, and you bite your bottom lip hard. Hard enough for tears to burn behind your lids, but not hard enough to take away the feeling. It’s excruciating. Atsumu comes like a fresh wave of relief with the pain, humming softly. “It’s alright though. Open this door, ‘m gonna help it.”

“Can’t,” you gasp, tossing and turning for— something, before your hand forces itself between your legs before you can think about it. “It hurts, Tsumu.”

“Baby,” Atsumu’s voice is unreasonably calm, a knowing drawl as he taps his foot on the hardwood. “Come open it up for me, c’mon.” You bite back a whine as your fingers rub uselessly up and down over your panties, not relieving any of the pressure inside your belly— and a low rumbling sound comes from behind the door. “Pet, yer not doin’ it right.” He sounds mad, the kind of uncanny simmering under the surface that has your chest tightening. In your normal state you would probably ignore it, but right now, the last thing you want is to make him upset.

The last thing you want is to make him wait, or be away from him… and the feeling hits you like a truck. A high pitched mewl forces its way from your chest one more time before you’re pushing yourself up from your sweaty covers and waddling over to the door to unlock it. Your knees almost buckle when you step back to let it swing open, and you are forced to face the dark eyes the blond gives you. “Smart girl,” he offers after a slow up and down, before he takes a deep breath and throws his head back. And the stretch of his neck, every tick of every muscle is enough to have you keening like an animal.

If you had the capacity to care, you’d probably be some modicum of embarrassed. Only, Atsumu doesn’t care, instead crowding into your space to reach around you and grab the base of your neck, yanking you into his chest. Like you’re a small animal cornered by a predator, his pretty eyes glowing a bright, almost blinding color that you’re sure you must be imagining. They’re no less bright than the sun.

You manage to place your hands on his chest before he growls low and animalistic, nosing along your neck and shivering a little. “Sweet little omega just prancin’ around with her pussy on display, hah? Ya thought ya were gonna get away with that?” He kisses down your jaw and neck, tongue swiping out every few kisses to make you wobble your weight back and forth, before he clamps his mouth down on that one spot and sucks hard. Your entire body twitches as his tongue laves over it, cunt slicking up your panties until they’re soaked through.

“That’s it,” he pulls back with flushed lips, before dragging his tongue and teeth over the same spot a few more times, then moans. “C’mon, up up, little one.” The order is quick, and you follow it even quicker, jumping up into his arms before he has a second chance to ask. He places your face into the crook of his neck where you only feel more heat, more of those face-melting tingles that travel over your skin without pause. He smells so fucking nice, making you feel like you’re melting. His large hands clamp into the soft skin of your ass, holding you in place against his solid body.

But more concerning is the aching of your little clit as you feel his cock twitch against you, growing harder against you each step down the hall he takes. You can’t think about anything else over the static in your head, but the way he grinds into you and the gravelly tone of his voice against your cheek, swallowing spit to save yourself from whining even more. “Gon’ treat you somethin’ special, doll, ‘s a promise.” You barely hold back a moan as your sensitive pussy grinds back against his jeans for friction, before Tsumu lifts his lip one side. Teeth exposed, his gaze snaps away from you, arms tightening around your body hard.

“‘Tsumu, ya can’t take ‘er.” Another man sounds from beside you, and you can only lift your head far enough away from the blond to watch his mirror image- spare the darker hair- glare back. “Kita said ta keep yer hands off’a his guests, or we won’t be able ta stay, remember?” The obvious tension is enough to make your anxiety spike like crazy, feeling sick and sour and gross. Atsumu must sense it, because he growls louder, before basically snarling out the words next.

“And I’m tellin’ ya I don’t care, Samu. Move outta my fuckin’ way.” He lets you cling to him, before nosing along the crown of your head to place a comforting kiss there. “Don’tcha worry, doll, yer gonna be mine.” He lowers his voice to whisper along the shell of your ear, pussy clenching and thighs flexing around his waist to pull him impossibly closer. The warmth of his voice has you glowing with heat, mouth dropping open with whines. “Gonna be my little breeding bunny, right? Let me fuck ya full like a good omega takes her Alpha?” Your ‘yes, yes, yes, yes, yes’ is muffled into the fabric of his shirt, but the feverish nodding makes up for it.

The other man in the hall groans when Tsumu shoulders him out of the way though, growling just as deep and loud. “Goddamn, she’s stinkin’ up the whole place, Tsumu! Fuckin’ hell. At least make ‘er relax some.” He mumbles a few more curses under his breath as he trails behind, before Atsumu bites down on the crook of your neck a bit too hard and you yelp, eyes shooting open.

Your bottom lip wobbles as his teeth clamp down hard, only seeing how the other furrows his brows with a disapproving grimace. “Yer a dick. Yer supposed ta ask.” Atsumu doesn’t respond, biting and sucking at the painful spot until you go back limp in his arms. The brunet gives you a pitiful one over, before sucking his teeth and sitting down into the couch when you pass it. He doesn’t follow, and the blond doesn’t release your soft skin until you’re whimpering out loud and he’s cleaned you up of blood.

“Ask what, prick… She’s mine,” he grumbles to himself when he lets go of your skin to lap up at the little wound he just made, littering open mouth kisses and hickeys all over your neck. “Gon’ fuck my cum into this pussy ‘til yer full of it. Make it my cunt, huh?” You pass by the edge of the lake as he carries you all the while, legs swinging and center rubbing up against his covered, hard cock the entire time. But it’s all okay as long as you’re attached to your Alpha, heat flooding your belly and pussy with wetness and slick.

The dry stickiness of your tongue remains though, so you lift your head to kiss along his neck up to his mouth, something he greedily accepts. Both of your moans melt into the messy kisses that make your eyelids flutter and face tingle. You’re not sure when- or where you get inside, only that your entire body feels electric to the touch when Atsumu sets you down onto a mattress with pretty, plush covers and pushes you back into bed. He trails his mouth down the exposed part of your chest, grips your hips to pull you down to the edge and rubs himself against you again.

His seam catches your clit hard enough to have your legs spasm around his hips, gripping the silky bed sheets hard enough for your fingers to ache. The blond grins as he pushes your thighs apart more, then looks down at your shivering form. The heat doesn’t dissipate as your chest heaves up and down desperately for more air, more touch. But he doesn’t just give, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth to study you with his eyes. “Agh, little baby needs somethin’, yeah?”

Your need grows stronger as he teases, voice breaking when you call his name. The strong lines of his body only shift to knead your plush thighs between strong fingers, his wide chest so close but nowhere close enough. Before you can complain, he dips down, humming into the kiss. His hands trail down your body to the edge of your shirt as he kisses you hard and needy, tongue pressing down on yours. Then he mouths back down your neck. Through your teary eyes it’s hard to tell but— something about his pupils is off. More slitted than round, they pulse with each breath.

“My pet’s so fuckin’ pretty.”

Your mouth cracks open for a gasp, but then he grips your tits through your sticky shirt and you shake your head back into the pillows. “I’ll be g-good. Ah, Tsumu~” you whine out loud. Another soft chuckle sounds as he kneads your tits and flicks your nipples, “please, please, need you.”

“Samu’s not wrong. Yer scentin’ like a little bitch in heat.” His voice along your ear, your neck, it’s too much. “Y’can take what’cha want.” It’s so hot, yet your body feels cold when he drags his blunt nails down your thighs, rutting himself against you long enough for your pants to create a wet spot on his crotch. You only notice your hands are shaking badly when you grip his waistband and fight to undo his zipper. “Uh huh, good girl. Ya wanna see what’s gonna be fillin’ this little cunt?”

He doesn’t bother helping you as you struggle his pants down thick, muscular thighs, instead grabbing your oversized shirt and just— ripping it off of you. The loud tearing sound is overshadowed by his low chuckle when you squeak, before he kicks off his pants. The look in his eyes is a rabid, wild one, not that you have any time to think about it when he kisses you and bites your lip, sucking. “Gon’ give you my pups, y’know that? Yer not gonna go anywhere once I’m done with ya.” He descends onto your peaked nipples, sucking and biting hard enough to leave marks.

“Ah-ah, Tsumu, aw—” you grip onto his shoulder and dig your nails in long enough to hear him growl out against your skin, sucking a blotchy spot into the underside of your breast. “Ah, fuck- please hurry. I feel like I’m gonna pass out,” you admit, letting him play with and suck at your tits long enough to go lightheaded. “Tsum-uhh, please.” No response. Your mewl as you scratch down his back, his muscles flexing under your hand. “Ah—Alpha-aaah.”

That’s enough to have him shooting up from your body to grip your neck under his large palm, the pressure making you even more lightheaded. Tears bead along your lash line as he stares down at you with his tongue between his teeth, before blowing out a deep breath. “Oh, I’m gonna fuck ya stupid, pet. Gonna ruin this little cunt for anyone else. Know ya’d like that.” He pulls back from your soaked center enough to yank your shorts and panties down your thighs in one motion, shuddering when you present yourself pretty and open.

“Yer so dumb comin’ here like this, pretty girl. No one else‘s ever gonna get’ta see yer pretty body again,” he whispers as he presses his hand harder into the sides of your throat to make your mewls even more pitiful, before trailing two fingers down your slick pussy. It’s drenched down your thighs, ran down your ass, every part of your center flush and swollen as you let him appraise you like a piece of meat. Only for a few seconds, before he groans out and rubs lazy circles around your clit. “Ever. Again.”

You should be worried about the way he claims you like it’s nothing, with every word that falls from his pretty lips like a promise. But it only serves to make you wetter, and Atsumu grins so wide as he slides a finger into your clenching, wet cunt. The stretch is a lot already, his fingers thicker than yours as he presses deep and curls it right away, making your body buck under him. “Ah- go- go slow,” you beg, and he glances up to watch between your pussy and your teary face as he pumps it into you. It feels so good, good enough to have your hips meeting his hand halfway before he presses a second finger at your wet entrance and slides it in too.

The resistance is harder though, clamping down on him with a low whine. “Alpha, I— I wanna- have you. I wanna h-have you but you’re -so- big.” The praise has him growling, a low rumble from deep in his chest that makes you clench up more, and the blond watches in fascination as your little cunt stretches to take more of him, allowing his fingers to curl up so deep inside.

“Tell me…” he places a few kisses down your belly before licking down to your clit, sucking hard enough to get you to cry out, “yer an innocent little thing, ain’tcha? Untouched, waitin’ for me?” Your walls clamp as he rubs a circle around your puffy nub, nudging at your walls at an unforgiving pace that is going to have you cumming much quicker than you want, so you barely hear him the first time. “Gon’ let me be the first ta’ fuck this cunt?” But then your brain catches up when he pushes your legs even wider to allow himself more room, shuddering around him.

“No, I’m… ah- how— d’you know?”

He grins, other hand spanking your pussy between licks and sucks. “Can smell it on ya.” There’s only a second of reprieve when the sting of it spreads through your entire lower half, before he buries his face back between your lips and eats you out like he’s starving. “Cum for me, go on. Gonna give ma’ girl what she needs.” All the attention on your clit and the now-three fingers gliding precisely in and out of your needy cunt is too much. “Cum on ma’ tongue. Give it, like that.” You clamp your own hands over your tits as your thighs bump against his wide shoulders and squeeze, trying to hold back your voice.

“That’s it, good girl. Good fucking girl, cum for yer Alpha.” He licks a long stripe up, before rubbing his tongue right as he curls his fingers so good into that spot that your vision goes splotches of black and white and your back lifts from the bed.

“H-holy fuck, ahng- Tsumu~” Your body shudders wildly at his rubbing, your toes curling behind his back as he finger fucks you through your orgasm until you’re totally spent. The twitching and bucking of your hips only dies when you grab for his hair and pull him off of you, staring at the mess you’ve made of his face.

He smiles, bright and pretty as he tilts his head playfully to the side. His chin and lips are glossy with your wetness, his nose and cheeks a bit rosier than before. But he gets up and wipes the back of his hand over it, sliding you a bit higher up the bed. He clicks his tongue, then takes a soft grip of your jaw to muffle your little pants with his mouth. “There. Can’t have my little omega cryin’ too loud. Ya’d have every Alpha in the neighborhood rushing over ta help. An’ ya should know,” he climbs over you without taking his eyes from yours, hovering his large body over yours like a shield, “I’m not gonna share.”

“I- I don’t…” you trail off yet again as his eyes glint with intrigue, any kind of retort dying on your tongue. You should disagree. You won’t be sticking around for long enough to form a relationship after all. When he trails a hand over the marked up, tender spot of your neck, your own body seems to fight you on the thought. The words don’t make it out of your mouth, and the stickiness between your legs somehow still doesn’t feel enough to get rid of the ache. So you settle on pouting, instead pull him into your body by the waistband of his boxers.

“Wanna let me take ya now, hm?” he chuckles, and you nod. It’s his free hand that nudges your wrist down, dragging his underwear down to expose the patch of dark hair leading from his stomach down— and the large, rock-hard and heavy cock that jumps up against his navel. It’s flushed and glossy at the top when you reach out a palm and grip it, feeling his heartbeat through the skin. Atsumu grunts something under his breath, before settling closer to you. “Lemme fill you up, baby, c’mon.” He replaces your hand on his cock to push himself against your soaked pussy, impatient as he lines himself up.

You only get to grab at his shoulder for support as your baby hairs stand up on end and beads of sweat run down the valley of your tits. It’s so fucking hot, you’re dizzy with it. Your pussy, greedier than ever, clenches and squeezes around nothing in anticipation. And your clit is already throbbing again with a painful need that you can’t soothe even as you rub at it. The worst though, is the way he looks at you, eats you up under his gaze with blown out eyes so hungry it scares you a little. Because you don’t know if he’d even be able to stop if you asked. If you needed him to.

The hot, heavy feeling of his cock sliding in has you freezing up under the large shape of him, mouth dropping open as he stretches you much more than just his fingers did earlier. Even with the prep, you can’t hold back a string of swears as he slides in inch by inch, each one filling you up so much more than you thought possible. It’s intoxicating, a mix of desperation and contentment flooding over you as he pushes in, in, in. Your walls stretch for his cock as Atsumu groans out a deep, drawn out ‘fu—ck’ and grips you tigher. “Yer so fucking tight, yer- my omega’s little cunt feels so fuckin’ good.”

“Tsumu, it’s- b-big. Really big.” He nuzzles into your hair when you wrap your arms around his chest, holding onto him for some support. It hurts. It really does hurt, but it feels so good too. The sting and the burn of the stretch melt into a wonderful, hazy mess that has you tearing up. “I- need— n-can’t. Wanna…” You’re unable to get out your thoughts, let alone coherently, and Atsumu’s glad to nod along with your whines. “Tsumu, please. Alpha, p-please~.”

When he finally bottoms out you feel like you’re about to burst with how far he’s filling you up, rubbing so far into that perfect gummy spot that it’s making you dizzy. He’s so pretty as he stares down at you, mouth full of praise and pressing gentle kisses at your temple. “Such a good girl, s’fuckin’ good.” And then he starts moving inside you and you blank, clenching your eyes shut with his cock fucking you open. You cling on as he ruts into you deep and steady, rocks the bed each time he fills you up. The pap of skin meeting skin and your incessant, desperate whining is only drowned out by his hand on your throat and his words. “So damn pretty for me, pet. Yer takin’ this cock like a champ.”

You’re not. You’re drooling, eyes rolled back as your thighs wrap around his glutes in an attempt to slow down his rhythm to no avail. You’re bounced on him when he speeds up, chanting your name between kisses. “Tsumu, s’too much,” you choke out, only to feel him pull you up and turn you over in the sheets, jerking up your hips as he gets behind you. Your voice only goes tighter, tears beading at your lashes. They threaten to fall any second at the stretch, the feeling of being filled so good. At the ache that rips through you when he slips back into you with a deep growl and grabs a handful of hair. “F-fuck, Tsumu.”

“Take it so well,” he fucks you into the mattress relelntlessly, balls hitting your thighs with each pump as you cling to the sheets. Your fists shake, hair sticking to your neck. And Atsumu makes you take it like he promised he would, fucks you so hard and deep you can feel him in your throat. “Wan’cha to cum again. Can ya do that for me?” It’s not a question. It’s an order. One that has your tears falling down your cheeks as he slips a hand between your legs and rubs your sore, overstimulated clit hard and fast.

Your walls clench sharply at the touch, fireworks of white shooting over your vision yet again as your pussy desperately tries to cling to the cock pistoning in and out of you, but he doesn’t stop rubbing even then. Everything feels hazy, the world far away. All you know is Atsumu’s cock as it stretches your little cunt for him. As he fucks you like an animal, spit slipping out the corners of your mouth with a grin, back arched so perfectly. The thrusts only slow a little to give you a second to breathe, and the first thing that comes out is a sobbing, pathetic “Alpha, Alpha, ah-can’t take-mhm-more.”

“More?” you practically hear him smile, pulling your head to the side as you try to shake your head. “My bitch wants more?”

“Nooo~ no more,” you bite back, losing the edge as soon as his swollen head hits your cervix yet again, fucking you endlessly deeper into the bed. You can only cry, whine, and let yourself get pulled back into his hips though, too tired and utterly fucked out to do anything else. “W-wh— Oh, Tsumu,” you sniffle, moaning when he repositions his hand in your hair and fucks up, changing his angle. Even though everything feels sore, you don’t have it in you to stop him. You can only reach back to claw at his thigh and hope it’s enough to hang on for his end.

“Gon’ breed this pretty bitch pussy, make ya mine. Yer gonna take it so well, ain’t ya?” He slips a strong arm under your body to pull you up from the sheets and noses along the back of your skull as you nod, clinging onto his shoulder. “Gonna let me fuck this pussy whenever I want?” He fucks up into you until you can’t handle it anymore, until you bite your bottom lip bloody. You agree until your body can’t give any more, inner thighs covered in slick.

“Tsumu, it’s too— t’much.”

His arms wrap around you to keep your body up against him, before bending in to nose along your neck. “Gonna fill this fertile cunt with my cum. Give you my knot.” You’re not sure if you’re even fully conscious by the time he bites back down on that damn mark in your neck and draws more blood from the wound, pushing down on your lower belly to make the fit even fucking tighter. “Gon’ be mine, forever. My pet. My little omega.” Hot tears spill down your cheeks as your cries fill the room, overstimulated, abused pussy clenching so hard.

“‘M yours, ‘m yours, Tsumu-ah~”

He’s overheating you, hot cock plugging you up as he barely moves anymore. Atsumu just gives you a quick kiss, before he grabs you by your throat and holds you in place with a grunt. “Agh- fuckin’— cumming. ‘M cumming- ughf-holy shit.” The fit seems so tight, like he’s… he is swelling inside you, walls stretching impossibly wider before ropes of hot, white cum fill you up and he bucks into you. “Fuck- take it, take it all.” The wet, sticky sound of your pussy being overfilled is all you hear over your heartbeat and the one pounding between your legs too.

The blond shudders for a few more seconds, fills you with so much cum even the swollen knot can’t keep it all in. “Shit,” he chuckles, way too happy for such an exhausting fuck. Then he slowly lays down with you shielded by him, and rubs a large palm comfortingly over your belly. Like he’s hoping it’ll take. You’re too overstimulated to care, hands still shaking when he links the free one with yours. “Ya don’t have’ta go anywhere, pet. Stupid Samu will just have ta’ help out a lil’ to get my mate situated.”

“But I am going home in a few days,” you whisper back, wiping your cheek onto the blanket with a pouty, exhausted sigh.

Tsumu chuckles though, and lifts himself onto his elbow to look at you. “No, you ain’t. Don’t be silly. Yer not goin’ anywhere.” His arm feels a lot heavier when it drapes over your waist, pulling you back into his chest with a sigh. And he’s still hard, your poor body now sore from being so full. “We’ll have ta keep ya inside when guests come later on so that people don’t ask why yer so fucking pregnant, but…” The soft, almost reverent way he kisses along the veins in your neck doesn’t pass you; and a cold shiver bites at your spine when he moans.

“Keep you safe with me.”

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