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Drowsy green eyes connect with gray, Rintaro barely remembers the trip south after he booked it from the stadium to see Osamu. The loss against the Alders had been crushing and Rintaro could only think of one person he wanted to be with at that moment.
Fuck the post-game interviews, fuck the lousy pep talk in the locker room, fuck everything they were out of contension for a champion title and Rintaro was just... tired . He missed his best friend, he missed the omega’s touch, smell, and voice, he missed Osamu... no one could fill that empty gap Osamu left when they were apart.
Rintaro didn’t think twice about catching the last train to Osaka, he knew in his heart that Osamu would be there to pick him up no matter how late in the evening it was. And Osamu knew, of course he knew since the loss was plastered all over the internet, but he was probably watching and wincing along with their other fans.
Rintaro could blame himself later in the week about his mistakes, for now he just... needed omega, to fall asleep in his arms and wake up to the softness in his eyes right now. He closed the small gap between them, their lips meeting in a lazy kiss as Rintaro’s hand slipped underneath the blankets in search of his favorite way to blow off steam.
Osamu moaned into his mouth as Rintaro’s fingers circled his clit, dipping down lower to feel that his omega was damp with wetness just from having been awake for the past five minutes. Easy, Osamu was always so easy for Rintaro... no complex games needed to be played when the omega spread his legs without a second thought and let Rintaro have his way with him.
Rintaro couldn’t say he was in too much of a rush, his phone was off and buried in his bag while he didn’t need to worry about Motoya attempting to come over and cheer him up. He could focus on the wet slide of Osamu’s tongue against his own, the warmth of Osamu’s cunt tight around his slender fingers and how soaked the omega was getting.
“Want ya.”
Osamu murmurs between kisses, he pulls Rintaro on top of him, the seamless strength from the omega has Rintaro purring low in his chest. Rintaro doesn’t need an alpha when Osamu can move him around as he pleases, even better when omega takes what he wants from the taller one.
But for now, Rintaro’s fingers continue to fuck open his hole, his other hand gropes and squeezes Osamu’s tits. He’s missed those too, so big and biteable and perfect cushions for Rintaro’s head.
“Rin...” Osamu pants into his mouth, his hips rocks downwards and Rintaro is happy to watch, to see his omega getting off just like that. He still manages to hit the gym in between running the restaurant and his muscled body is gorgeous , makes Rintaro’s own pussy ache to be fucked.
He dips his head and latches his mouth on Osamu’s nipple, knowing just how sensitive the omega is there as he swirls his tongue along the bud. Osamu whines his name over and over, Rintaro gives full attention to his swollen clit too, he just wants to see omega come.
Osamu’s scent is powerful, his pheromones spill out in waves with the pleasure wracking through his thick body and it makes Rintaro’s head spin from how hooked he is. It takes him back to when they first began this... thing as teenagers, alphas were too immature and stank, so they sought out each other and Osamu was awful at controlling himself.
He still is, where Rintaro’s scent is subtle, Osamu is everywhere and drenched in this space they’re in. It’s a drug for the omega, he’ll inhale it until his brain rots out as Osamu cries from being pushed to climax and drowns Rinraro’s hand and wrist in his gushing slick.
“There you go baby, just like that...”
Rintaro peppers him with kisses, his hand gently fucks Osamu through his intense orgasm. He doesn’t know if Osamu had had any other hookups since their last romp, doesn’t want to ask... but he bets none of them can get Osamu this fucked out and dripping.
He only pulls away to lick the slick off his hand and lines his omega cock up with Osamu’s pussy, it’s long just like the rest of Rintaro, but no alpha knot to lock them together. When have they ever needed one, though? Rintaro exclusively only fucked omegas and well... he didn’t care about what Osamu did as long as he didn’t wind up accidentally pupped.
Osamu’s eyes were gazing up at him as Rintaro sucked off his fingers one by one, his hole easily accepted Rintaro’s cock and fuck, that was good. He leaned down to meet Osamu’s lips, gave the omega a taste of himself as Rintaro slowly rocked into his cunt and savored his tightness.
The one upside to this loss was that Rintaro could come down and see Osamu more often, they wouldn’t have to go weeks without visits when Rintaro had fuck all to do in the off season. What if he just stayed here... Koutarou probably wouldn’t mind and his heart fluttered from living with Osamu if only being temporary.
Nest with omega...
“Harder, Rin... come on.”
Large hands grope Rintaro’s ass, fingers crawl to brush against his pussy and Rintaro bucks his hips, giving the omega just what he’s seeking. Rintaro’s head drops as those fingers push inside, he’s fucking back on them and into the needy omega beneath him.
“Samu, Samu ...”
“Such a good omega fer me, I love yer cock baby... ‘n how ya grip on my fingers,” Osamu’s words have Rintaro wanting to obey him, he needs to be good for Osamu so he doesn’t feel like a failure. The sheet gets knocked off, bunching up under Rintaro’s ass when he grinds into Osamu faster, chasing the praises that are golden to Rintaro’s ears.
“Keep fucking me, sweetheart, want ya to cum inside... use my pussy...” Osamu encourages him, “my favorite little bitch in heat, ya?”
Rintaro’s brain is entirely scrambled, he just goes in to kiss Osamu’s dirty mouth and the sound of wet skin on skin fills the pheromone heavy air. He doesn’t know when Osamu’s scent shifted into those dominant notes, the ones weighing down so comfortably in his mind and controlling his desperate movements.
“Good omega, good fucking omega .”
Rintaro moans right into Osamu’s mouth as his cock pulses inside of him, his semen painting his warm walls. Omega’s don’t cum as much as alphas, but Osamu purrs at the mess left in his hole nonetheless.
Just what Rintaro needed.
They stay in bed through the afternoon, Osamu only forces Rintaro out so they could shower (and fuck) together, then makes him lunch. This could be every day for them, just... together and acting like a domestic couple.
They never really put a label on it though.
And Rintaro wasn’t sure if he wanted to start once the sex fog evacuated his brain... Osamu would find a nice, upstanding alpha eventually. Rintaro was ready for that, prepared for the very day when Osamu would be bonded to someone that wasn’t... him.
That’s just how it worked, you know?
“Big on daydreaming today, huh? Thought I fucked it outta ya.” Rintaro is pulled out of his thoughts when Osamu slides a plate of his favorites over the counter.
“Might need additional fucking,” Rintaro said, “really thought this one was the one.”
“Mmm... yer free to mope here long as ya want, don’t let Kou catch ya though.”
“Eh... I wouldn’t be opposed to one of his hugs right about now.”
“I’ll text him that ya requesting one.”
“Wait- Samu, don’t!”
~
Keiji just knows as soon as Rintaro slinks in through the front door that Monday night. Rintaro can’t sneak past him as he sits on the couch all cuddled up with his blanket, a book, and glass of wine.
“Welcome back, Rin,” Keiji’s cool gaze meets Rintaro, “tell me you’ve gotten anywhere with Osamu.”
“Have you confessed your undying feelings of love for Kenma?” Rintaro huffs, “I’m not the only coward in this apartment.”
“I have, actually.”
Rintaro nearly trips over his own feet at the admission and turns back to stare at the omega, there’s a satisfied little smile on his bow lips, “and?”
“Take a wild guess as to what happened while we had the apartment to ourselves.”
“Ew,” Rintaro wrinkles his nose as Keiji’s smile just grows, “I’ll be right back, I need details.”
That fucker, even Keiji got himself a backbone to confess to his high school crush and Rintaro is still wallowing in his own feelings. But those two were way more likely anyway, for one they live in the same city and Kenma’s a beta, he doesn’t have to worry about all those weird societal expectations.
Rintaro throws his bag on his bed, changes into more comfortable clothing, and rejoins Keiji on the couch as he’s filled in on the details. Kenma came over for a totally not date night since he had a night off streaming, they were both tipsy, and ended up making out on the couch.
“Let me see...” Rintaro tugged down Keiji’s sleeve to note the redden bite mark on his wrist left by his new mate, “told you it was only a matter of time.”
“Yes well... how was I supposed to know he liked me? We only kissed once in high school and that was on a dare by Koutarou and Tetsurou.”
“He buys you anything you ask for, he practically lives here when he’s not streaming, you scent him like a possessive fucker,” Rintaro listed out as Keiji shoved his shoulder, “he also got pissed off when I answered the door that one time...”
“Which time?” there was a furrow in Keiji’s brows as he asked.
“Few months ago... you were still in bed and I went to see who was knocking,” Rintaro recollected with a casual tone, “we just had sex and I think he smelled that on me.”
“... oh.”
“Yeah, oh , I had to figure out if he was into you and I wasn’t going to keep fucking you if your best friend is like, pining or whatever. I had to be considerate.”
“You set that up,” Keiji blurted out, “were you even sad about Osamu then?!”
“I’m always sad about him! And don’t you dare suggest I say anything because it’s not going to work. He’s going to find an alpha.”
“You’re an idiot, Rintaro.”
“You’re... I’m drinking all your wine, fuck you,” Rintaro snatched Keiji’s glass and chugged it down as Keiji began to giggle, “my pain is funny to you, huh?”
“Your self inflicted pain, sure,” Keiji rolled his eyes, “he’s surrounded by alphas day in and day out and none of them have bitten him.”
“Yet, I’m sure Koutarou would have if he wasn’t fuckin’ Tetsurou.”
Keiji just sighed, Rintaro’s only ally was taken away from him by that tiny rich man, unfair.
“You’re only going to destroy yourself if you keep burying yourself in denial, Rin.”
“Worth it for his pussy.”
“Oh my god, Rintaro,” Keiji pinches the bridge of his nose and Rintaro takes the bottle of wine to refill his glass. Tomorrow, he can act like a mature, well adjusted adult when he’s recovering from his hangover.
And in the days passing, the loss is put behind him and he takes some time out from training for self care. He was not going to think about Osamu, he was not going to open up instagram and see Osamu looking so snug against Meian’s side what the fuck .
The older alpha always bothered Rintaro on some level, just the comments he left on Osamu’s pictures and how often they hung out together alone. It wasn’t really Rintaro’s business if they were fucking or not, probably were since Meian is the stereotypical, ideal alpha that every omega would fall on their knees for.
Gag.
‘Got some drinks with my lucky charm 🍀💖’
“Oh go fuck yourself, I hope Ushiwaka wipes you all,” Rintaro grumbles at his phone, that should be him by Osamu’s side. That should be him holding Osamu’s waist.
Rintaro sits, steaming in his bathrobe while on his bed... this spawns an idea. He’s not shy about posting risque photos on social media, his fans devour them and people have gotten into arguments over the prettiest omega, Kiyoomi or him.
Kiyoomi certainly isn’t on his mind as he snaps and uploads a photo of himself with his robe undone, showing off his chest and abs. The photo cuts off right where the happy trail begins and he labels it with some bullshit about self care.
That he should really be getting to.
Video games, reading the last book Keiji recommended to him, watching trash television...
Oh, his phone buzzes with a text notification from Osamu.
From Samu Baby 🍙💕
You don’t talk to me for a week then post some slutty pic?
To Samu Baby 🍙💕
Got ur attention <3
His phone then lights up with a video call from Osamu and he instantly answers, the omega is shirtless and laying on the couch, it seems.
“Someone’s horny,” Rintaro teases.
“Yer fault,” Osamu’s smirk as arousal pooling in Rintaro’s gut, “ya could just text me like a normal fuckin’ person.”
“Or, you could indulge me with my exhibition kink,” Rintaro’s hand drops down to his soft cock, Osamu’s big eyes are definitely following the gesture, “I think it’s hot.”
“All yer fans going nuts while yer giving me a show?” Osamu adjusts the angle so his cock is in view as well with his fat tits, “can’t disagree.”
“Alone tonight, then?” Rintaro strokes his hardening cock as his eyes are fixed on Osamu’s hand, his cock is so thick for an omega.
“Not really, I got ya here with me, baby.”
“Sap.”
“Ya like it or else ya’d keep ignoring me,” Rintaro bites his lower lip when he sees the bead of precum at the head of Osamu’s cock, “show me yer pussy, wanna fuck it.”
“Romantic one second and filthy the next, so dirty of you Samu.”
“Yeah, yeah, anything I say is gonna get ya wet though? Omega is an addict for my cock.”
God what the fuck?
Rintaro set the phone down to dig through his drawer for one of his dildos, the one that closest resembles Osamu as his mind briefly takes him to the shy Osamu he once knew. They were both each other’s first and all that, but Osamu was so careful about never pressuring Rintaro and got flustered when he tried to talk dirty.
Now look at him.
Osamu switched locations by the time Rintaro retrieved the toy and picked his phone back up, he was in his bedroom and fully naked with that beautiful cock on display.
“Pretty baby, just fer me.”
“All for you, Osamu.”
Rintaro revealed in the fact that Osamu’s attention was on him, that he wasn’t getting fucked by some gross alpha right about now. He wanted to watch Rintaro fuck himself with this fake cock, one that would never measure up to Osamu, but hearing his voice and seeing him fuck his fist made it all so much better.
If only Osamu were here, as if Rintaro hadn’t gotten laid just a week ago by the omega... he was so damn clingy . Keiji had to know why Rintaro couldn’t simply stop cold turkey, right? Osamu was... Osamu was the only person who treated Rintaro just the way he wanted...
“That’s a good Rin,” Osamu was breathy, his knuckles were covered in cum and his cunt was dripping with slick, “clean yerself up fer me, hm?”
“Yes omega~”
Rintaro props his phone up on the pillow after tossing his robe into the hamper and grabbing a pair of underwear from his drawer.
“What’re ya gonna play?”
“I dunno, might go online and see if Kenma’s streaming and ask to crash his game,” Rintaro picks up the controller from his nightstand and turns on the PS5, “what are you up to?”
“Watching ya?”
“Careful, you might sport another boner.”
He sees the smile on Osamu’s lips and ignores the leap in his chest, mate omega, keep omega, love omega.
“So is Meian courting you?”
“Huh?” Osamu blurts out as Rintaro skims through the menus to see that yes, Kenma is up and playing something that Rintaro can join in on, “tha fuck did that come from?”
“The pictures, his comments? I’m guessing you two are doing something.”
“We’re not, or... I’m not anyway, ya think he wants me?”
“It’s so obvious, Osamu, I cannot see how you’re missing it,” Rintaro said, “I’m not even in Osaka and I can see how he’s riding your ass.”
There’s a silence as Rintaro looks away from the television for a moment to see Osamu is a bit caught up in thought, his heart aches at the inevitable... but this is for the better.
“He’s a good alpha, you should go for him.”
“Eh...” Osamu clicks his tongue, “ya know I don’t have time for that, I’m not interested in having pups anytime soon either.”
“No one said you had to become a pup factory as soon as you got hitched.”
“They don’t say it, but it sure as fuck is implied,” Osamu said, “all I care about is the restaurant for now and the foreseeable future, don’t try to marry me off like my aunties too.”
“ Fine , I need to find my headset, bothersome...”
If Rintaro doesn’t stand a chance, then neither does Meian... nice.
~
Laundry day, not exactly the most thrilling way to spend time, but when Osamu has been craving Rintaro’s presence? He certainly doesn’t mind heading down the laundromat with his best friend since the washers in their apartment complex had been broken for weeks now.
Keiji and Kenma came along too as Keiji had a pile of clothes to wash and Kenma just wanted to be close to his boyfriend, much like Osamu. Except they weren’t boyfriends, they were just friends who fucked every time they visited each other. And sexted... and had plenty of phone sex because Rintaro was a flirty little shit.
Osamu had to remind himself though, Rintaro wasn’t into anything serious, he’d been a playboy since high school and that was fine when Osamu still got what he wanted. Sort of, you know, if straight up sex was all Osamu desired out of his longtime friend and he could pretend to be satisfied with that.
He wouldn’t risk letting his feelings show or telling Rintaro about how in love with him he was out of fear of chasing him away, or worse. Osamu could deal with his heart breaking each time when he knew Rintaro was with someone else, but for now it hasn’t shattered completely.
Is it fucked up? Probably. He could hear his twin yelling at him now to stop fucking around with Rintaro and find someone who will appreciate him more. Hajime, Aran, Meian were all single and fine options for Osamu, he could probably pursue either of them and have a happy, fulfilling marriage.
There were just some... slight flaws that kept him at bay.
Hajime having an on and off thing with his high school ex, Osamu didn’t want to be a second choice nor did he feel like Hajime would stay entirely faithful if Oikawa was in town.
He did sleep with Aran once... it was nice, it was great sex, but Aran feels too much like an older brother and that turned Osamu all the way off. He didn’t tell Aran this, but maybe he just knew from how awkward the after-morning breakfast was.
Meian... that’s someone everyone seems to be pairing him with, he thought nothing of it until Rintaro said something. The thought didn’t even cross Osamu’s mind because he’s too busy with work and daydreaming about Rintaro, especially after the first two duds.
Meian was a good, successful, grounded alpha that Osamu should be interested in, should be excited to know that Meian wants to court him and all that jazz. But Osamu doesn’t see it, he can’t see a life with him when Rintaro is right here... no one makes his heart race like the omega.
Shit, even just seeing Rintaro scoot up on the table and invite Osamu to stand snug between his legs had his inner omega squealing with joy. It’s easy to push out the negative thoughts of Rintaro sleeping with other people, that he never wants to be in a relationship.
Their conversation was quiet, Kenma was playing something on his phone while Keiji and Rintaro were gossiping about something the editor’s coworker did. Osamu was happy to feel Rintaro’s arms around his middle, smell the muted sweetness of his scent.
He barely noticed the other couple coming into the laundromat, too content with being near omega and indulging himself. Osamu had found time in his schedule to stay in Tokyo for the weekend and thought Atsumu would lecture him, but his twin just told him to have fun.
Weird .
Swear to god if he’s trying to set some shit up with Meian...
The voices on the other side of the small laundromat grew louder, were they arguing? Osamu’s nose wrinkled as he could smell the faint stink of the alpha wafting over.
The omega was tossing their clothes in the wash and it seemed whatever argument they were having on the way over hadn’t been solved.
“Alphas...” Rintaro clicked his tongue as their group was now tuned into whatever they were fighting about. Osamu was just irritated, but seeing this much taller alpha looming over and snapping at her shifted his irritation into something else.
She certainly wasn’t backing down as she slammed the washer door shut and glared up at him, they seemed to be getting into it over ‘a friend’ he’s spending too much time with. Osamu had no idea who was in the right or wrong, but he had the distinct feeling this alpha was in some trouble from how he’s sputtering it’s not that serious, baby .
“Rin are you- don’t record people arguing!” Keiji whispered.
“Consider it insurance, I’ll erase it if nothing happens.”
“You watch way too many of those videos,” Keiji sighed, “every couple has arguments.”
“He’s right, Rin, let ‘em have their privacy,” Osamu chimed in, “sounds like she’s fed up with him anyway.”
“Fiiin-” Rintaro said just as that alpha stench poured into the laundromat, Osamu’s omega whimpered at the sudden onslaught.
“Will you just shut the fuck up? You’re embarrassing me, omega .”
The alpha’s commanding tone crackled through the air, his girlfriend crumpled to her knees before him and he glared down harshly at her, “what I do is none of your business, so you’re going to apologize for being such a bitch.”
Osamu felt it thrumming through his body, the urge to submit to alpha, it’s a primal instinct that omegas can’t avoid or shut off... however it can be overtaken by a much stronger emotion. Osamu was moving before his thoughts could even consider catching up to him, omega or not, he wasn’t going to let anything like this slide under his watch.
The alpha was caught off guard as Osamu came at him right from the front, shoving him by the chest and nearly causing the alpha to lose his balance.
“What the fuck do ya think yer doin’ treating yer girl like this?”
“Fuck off man, it’s not your problem,” the alpha growled and attempted to push Osamu back, “take care of your own fucking omega and I’ll handle mine.”
“Ya lost all right to her tha second ya used a command, dipshit,” Osamu’s fist made a solid connection to his jaw and it was on from there. The alpha was dazed for a moment, allowing Osamu to get in another punch before pushing him further out of the laundromat.
The blood was pumping in Osamu’s ears, he hasn’t been in a physical fight in... god, since he was nineteen? That wasn’t even with Atsumu, it was some drunk alpha trying to cop a feel on one of his classmates. And just like then, Osamu went in with no mercy and fists flying because fucking alphas should know better than to try harassing an omega.
Did Osamu see himself brawling on the sidewalk on a Saturday afternoon? Not exactly, it was only Rintaro who managed to cool him down after getting pulled off of the alpha.
“The police will be here soon baby, you got him real good,” Rintaro’s calming pheromones slipped into the air, but it was hearing baby that had Osamu’s omega purring, “it’s all recorded too, so he can’t say shit.”
The police arrived shortly after and their laundry trip was extended by another hour or two as they did interviews and such. They were quite surprised that Osamu was an omega and that alpha was even more scandalized at having gotten his ass beaten.
So fucking worth it, although his knuckles were busted up now...
... and when Rintaro wraps them up for him? Leaving kisses on each knuckle, on the back of his hand, up his wrist, forearm, bicep... how does Osamu not fall deeper in love with him? The lust in his gorgeous emerald eyes when he leads Osamu into his bedroom and pushes him back on the messy bed, how he whispers comforting, seductive words in his ear.
“I’ll take care of you, omega~”
Osamu loses every single time.
He lifts his hips for Rintaro to undress him, parts his thighs for the omega to lay between them, and rolls his eyes back in sheer pleasure when Rintaro’s tongue is licking his clit. There is no one who gets Osamu this fucked up, not a single fucking alpha who makes him feel so wanted... needed... loved despite Rintaro’s promiscuous ways.
He wishes he were the only one who warmed Rintaro’s bed, wishes that he was the only person who Rintaro used his skillful mouth and fingers on. It’s not... it’s not fair , it makes Osamu feel childish and selfish, but how can he think of any of that when Rintaro gets his toes curling and soft moans spilling from his lips.
“You were so sexy defending her,” Rintarro praises, his fingers were fucking smoothly into Osamu’s cunt, “made me wanna bend you over right there.”
“Rin...”
“If only I had a knot to stuff your pussy with, but I got something better,” Rintaro resumes his licks on Osamu’s clit, encouraging him to rock up on his face. The thought of a knot was far, deep in the recesses of Osamu’s head, he’d taken a few, but... if they weren’t attached to Rintaro? He didn’t care.
Mate omega, claim omega...
Ignore it.
Osamu cried Rintaro’s name as he grasped onto the sheets, his knuckles were sore, but that barely mattered when Rintaro pulled an orgasm out of him. He sucked on Osamu’s sensitive clit throughout, the wet sounds of his fingers stretching his hole filled the room.
Too much, Osamu jerked against Rintaro and the omega held him down, his determined gaze pinned Osamu into submission. His cunt belonged to Rintaro, he was going to take whatever the omega did to him with no complaints.
A rare show as Rintaro melted so easily in his arms, he liked it.
“One more for me, Osamu.”
Osamu could do that, he thinks.
Rintaro’s mouth moves to suck marks onto his thighs and lick along the scent glands there, a low growl rumbles as he inhales Osamu’s powerful scent. He never shamed Osamu for it, only indulged and praised him while others were turned off or uninterested.
“I could eat your thighs for days, baby...” Rintaro muses, there’s a litany of purple and red marks he’d left before returning his mouth to Osamu’s hole, “would you let me? Tie you down and keep you here... so I’m the only one fucking your pussy?”
“Yes, god , ya know that Rin, I’d do anythin’ fer ya.”
“Such a greedy slut~”
Rintaro teased, Osamu’s bucked up into his mouth as those lips suck on his clit once more, so good . He concentrates on that, ropes holding him down, his legs forced apart and Rintaro coming in whenever to play with his pussy... eat him out, fuck him, tease him.
Rintaro, Rintaro, Rintaro .
He hits his climax faster this time, Rintaro’s words drive him fucking wild... no matter how empty they are in reality. He gets a kiss for doing so well, for being a good omega to Rintaro and now he’ll be fucked by cock.
Two cocks, apparently.
Rintaro retrieves a dildo from his drawer, the very same one he usually fucks himself with and easily thrusts it into Osamu, “ya gonna fuck me with yer cock too?”
“Yeah, you can take it Samu,” Rintaro lines up his own cock, slowly pushing it in alongside the toy, “or I’ll make it fit.”
“Fuck... that’s so much ,” Osamu hisses, they haven’t done this before.
“You’ve been fucked by alpha cocks before, don’t be a baby about it,” Rintaro slaps Osamu’s ass with a mischevious grin, “two omega cocks is nothing~”
“It’s not the same,” Osamu grabs Rintaro's biceps, the predatory look in Rintaro’s eyes sends a shiver down his spine, “not when it’s ya.”
“I’m sure.”
Whatever Osamu wants to say is cut off as Rintaro fucks into him and Osamu’s nails dig into his skin. He’s so full of Rintaro, his scent is making Osamu’s head feel all cloudy and he just... he wants omega .
“Omega, omega, omega .”
“I’ve got you princess,” Rintaro pushes him flat on his back and squeezes his tits, “just keep taking my cock, okay? It’s your reward for doing so well.”
Osamu is left to writhe as his tits are groped and pussy is fucked by two cocks, he’s in heaven... his own paradise as he forgets his doubts and heartache. Rintaro can have everything about him, can destroy him from the inside out just as long as those eyes stay on him.
“You’re perfect...”
But I'm still not enough for you?
Osamu wrapped his legs around Rintaro’s waist and let out the most embarrassing moans as his sensitive, perky nipples were played with, he was so close again . Rintaro was on a mission, he knew Osamu could come just from his tits and having been fucked at the same time too?
“Do this for me, sweetheart, come for me,” Rintaro purred, his fingers plucking and pinching his nipples, “can’t wait for your next heat, wanna milk you too.”
Osamu arched off the bed as he saw stars in his eyes, how... how could he quit Suna Rintaro?
~
“Can’t believe ya posted that video,” Osamu leans back on the wall just behind Onigiri Miya, he has a small window of time to take a break between orders.
“You said it was okay~” Rintaro is on the other end of the line, Osamu can hear the smirk on his voice, “it’s gotten you tons of business, right?”
“... yeah, but it’s not exactly how I wanna go about advertising the place,” Osamu itches for a cigarette, just a little, he quit last year when he realized how many packs he was going through in a week.
“Money is money, Samu. Be happy that millions of people saw you looking so badass and cool and sexy,” the heat rose to the chef’s cheeks with every word, Rintaro knew what he was doing, “also more spotlight on how much alphas suck ass.”
“You ‘n yer alpha hatin’ agenda,” Osamu taps into TikTok to see the video that he’d favorited days ago, the hits just keep rising along with the comments, “the fuck is with everyone callin’ me daddy now?”
“You are pretty daddy, hard to deny that fact.”
“Ya never called me daddy.”
“Because it sounds weird,” Rintaro scoffed as Osamu smiled, “do you want me to call you daddy when you’re fucking me? Oh yes, I love daddy’s fat big cock!”
“Swear ta god ya better not be at the fuckin’ grocery store shouting that shit.”
“What if I am? Just corrupting all the little kids in the cereal aisle~” Rintaro giggles, “I’m at home doing fuck all, just got done with practice, daddy.”
“I hate ya,” Osamu murmurs, his cock is definitely stirring in his pants and he’s got... two hours until he’s off.
“Is daddy hard? Does daddy want me to get on my knees? Oh daddy, use my mouth.”
“Why are ya always like this?”
“You called me, Samu, you must be a masochist.”
“No fuckin’ shit?” Osamu snorted, he was vaguely paying attention to the video playing, Kenma had pulled the girl to his side and Keiji was out of the frame, probably calling the cops, “ya didn’t get into any trouble yet?”
“Other than the standard talking to? Nope.”
“Mmm...” Osamu skimmed the comments once more, it felt as if the entire internet was trying to dig up everything about him, but he was fairly private and thankful for that, “daddy’s proud of ya then.”
“... why did that sound kinda sexy though?”
“Yer a gigantic pervert, that’s why,” Osamu checked the time and he didn’t have much left, “think ya can do something fer daddy?”
“Depends on the something...”
“I’ll be heading back into the kitchen in a sec, gonna keep the line up... ya should fuck yerself fer daddy,” Osamu cannot believe he uttered that without laughing, but there was something in the silence that followed that had him hopeful.
“Daddy can’t even wait until he’s off work, greedy.”
“Tryna be a bratty little boy, Rintaro?”
He heard the sharp intake of breath, then the drawn out curse from his omega, bingo .
“Ya do this fer daddy and I’ll think about letting ya come, understand?”
“Yes, daddy~”
Osamu was certainly feeling adventurous today as he headed back in and made sure the volume on his earbuds weren’t too loud, he didn’t need his juniors hearing Rintaro. There were the regulars who came in, along with the slew of new customers who came by in support of Osamu and got to try his tasty food as well.
All while he listened to Rintaro’s lewd moans and noises in his ears, he could imagine the position Rintaro was in too. He probably propped the phone up on a pillow and got on all fours, his delicious ass hiked up in the air, then he could moan right into the receiver.
Osamu had an incredible poker face and took enough scent blockers before coming in that no one would be able to notice, not unless he took off his apron. He kinda... really into it, Rintaro calling for daddy and saying how fucking good his cock feels.
Rintaro could hear him talking to his employees, shooting the shit with customers, taking care of orders and that dynamic was new... bold of Osamu. He just had to not focus a little too much on Rintaro in his ear, it was easy to get sucked into his seductive voice and lose track of what he was doing.
“Daddy, I wanna come, I’m close... can I?”
His begging was cute, Osamu delighted in simply ignoring him.
“Please, Osamuuuu, don’t be mean.”
“Ya want six Shio sake? Coming on up.”
“Those better the fastest fucking onigiri you’re making, Osamu.”
“So impatient,” Osamu whispered low enough that the customer wouldn’t hear, “after this, okay?”
“Hate you.”
“Hate ya too.”
He heard a groan that just had him smiling, but imagining his Rintaro fingering himself... or jerking his cock... maybe rubbing on his clit to pleasure himself as he waited on daddy to give him the go. Osamu took his time making sure every onigiri was filled and shaped perfectly for his lovely customer, Rintaro’s soft moans filtered into his ears.
“Here ya go, have a nice day!”
Rintaro took that as a sign and it was only moments later that Osamu heard his loud moan as he was finally allowed to come, such a good omega for him. He popped into the storeroom just for a second as his employees could take care of whoever was next.
“Ya still there, Rin?”
“Yeah... that was... kinky.”
“Really kinky,” Osamu chuckled, “I’ll call ya when I get home.”
“Okay daddy~ uwah~”
“... I don’t know how to feel about that,” Osamu lightly sighed, he was hoping his cock would relax by the time he was out of here.
“I like it when you call me a brat.”
“Cause ya are one.”
“And you are daddy, according to everyone on the clock app, and me.”
“If ya like it, then I’m fine with it.”
“Oh daddyyyyy~”
“Bye, Rintaro.”
Osamu couldn’t help smiling to himself as he hung up and put the earbuds in his pocket, a phone date with Rintaro would be the perfect way to end the day. He was in such a good mood for the rest of his shift too, knowing that Rintaro would be waiting for him... like a good boyfriend if they were dating...
Let Osamu fantasize, okay?
It was near closing when he saw Atsumu, Kiyoomi, Koutarou, Shoyou, and Meian making their way down the street.. What were the chances of them passing by? Absolutely none when Meian took it upon himself to come in.
“We were wondering if you wanted to come get drinks with us? I texted you, but figured you were too busy to answer.”
“Oh... yeah, business has picked up for some weird reason,” Osamu shrugged as Meian gave him a knowing smile, “I have plans tonight though, I gotta skip.”
“Do they consist of you marathoning a television show before falling asleep? Come on Osamu, it’s been awhile since you’ve come out with us.”
“That is a perfectly fine way to spend the night, not dealin’ with drunk couples that make me wanna gag.”
“You’ll have me, it won’t be so bad.”
Before Osamu could say anything, Koutarou poked his head in, “I wanna meet up with Tetsu! I miss him!”
“Ya saw him yesterday.”
“And?!”
“Ugh, alright, just let me clean up...” Osamu grumbled and fished his phone out of his pocket to tell Rintaro that he couldn’t make it on behalf of MSBY needing him.
“I’ll help you out so we can get it done faster.”
Maybe he would just stay an hour and bail, but Rintaro hadn’t replied to his message by the time he locked up and they reached the bar. He sat himself down by Kiyoomi while Meian took up the seat left of him and the other three were on the opposite side of the table.
To Rinnie 💜 (45 mins ago)
I’ll be home ina hr, prob
To Rinnie 💜 (37 mins ago)
Rinnnnnnnnnnn
To Rinnie 💜 (29 mins ago)
Save me pls Tsumu and Omi are drunk and being gross
To Rinnie 💜 (10 mins ago)
Ohhh god I think Kou and Tets just invited sho for a 3some?
“You’re pretty quiet tonight,” Meian chirped as Osamu looked up from his phone, where was Rintaro?
“Long week, was looking forward to getting some alone time.”
“Well, I won’t keep you,” Meian lightly shrugged, “I’m probably about to head out myself, I mostly just wanted to see you.”
“Sorry I’ve been shit company then,” Osamu gave him a wry smile, “... we could go back to my place? If you still want.”
The alpha visibly perked up at the offer and Osamu had a feeling of where tonight was going to end up... and since Rintaro wasn’t answering him, why not?
~
“Why am I here?”
“Because it’s a war crime to refuse an invitation from Ma?”
“Right, excellent point.”
Kiyoomi just smirks as Rintaro sips his bottle of beer, his gaze focused on Osamu and Meian just across the backyard. There are others here too, like the rest of MSBY and Keiji and Kenma since they haven’t been to Osaka in a few months.
But Rintaro’s stomach was churning the moment he saw Meian’s hand so casually around Osamu’s waist, it was all but confirmed they were together... or fucking at least. Rintaro wanted to chuck his phone out of the window when he saw the photo that Meian posted of Osamu curled up in bed (on his private account at least, Osamu would’ve slaughtered him otherwise).
Rintaro knew it was coming, yet he hung on to the very end because he’s pathetic and so needy for Osamu. He needs to move on, it’s time that he moves onto literally anyone else in Japan because Osamu is off limits... he has an alpha now.
“I love him, Kiyo,” Rintaro softly admits, “I would drop everything for him, but... we can’t be together.”
“Who says you can’t? I don’t think anyone will give you shit if you two mated, everyone is probably just waiting on it.”
“An alpha can give him he wants, I can’t, he’s chosen Meian,” Rintaro chugs more of his beer, “I shouldn’t be be shocked, he’s been drooling over Samu for so fucking long now.”
“And Osamu has been drooling over you, I see you don’t need the last name to be as oblivious as a Miya.”
“Oh please, I would know if he liked me for more than sex,” Rintaro said as Kiyoomi just arched his eyebrow, “don’t do that thing Keiji does, it’s annoying.”
“God you’re both ridiculous,” Kiyoomi rolled his eyes, “have you even asked him if he wants to be with an alpha?”
“Why would I? Every omega wants an alpha.”
“Keiji is literally fucking a beta.”
“Keiji is weird, he doesn’t count.”
“ You don’t want an alpha.”
“ I’m not interested in alpha bullshit,” Rintaro huffs, “I’ve only been a placeholder for every other omega I’ve slept with, none are interested in staying with me.”
“And you’ve been sleeping with Osamu for how long? Answer the question.”
“... since we were sixteen? But-”
“That is eight years together, give or take, I’m not keeping track of your relationship like Atsu,” Kiyoomi interrupts, “has Osamu been in any relationship since?”
“His job comes first.”
“All of our jobs come first, it’s the reason Atsu hasn’t lived out his dream of pupping me yet,” Kiyoomi said, “but Osamu has made plenty of time for you.”
“Well... he doesn’t have to anymore now that he has Meian...”
“Are you really sure about that?” Rintaro doesn’t like the look in Kiyoomi’s black eyes, like he just knows all the secrets in the universe, “go inside and wait ten seconds for Osamu to follow you in like a puppy.”
“He won’t.”
“He’s a Miya in love, he will .”
Since when did Kiyoomi become the fucking Miya whisperer? Not that Rintaro wasn’t one too, but... whatever, what does he have to lose? Everything concerning Osamu, duh.
He downs the rest of his beer and sends Kiyoomi a side glance before leaving the backyard to head inside. Ma still lived in the same home since they were kids, but it’s definitely been renovated in a few places and still retains the same cozy feel.
He tossed the bottle into the trash and busied himself with his phone for a bit, maybe he’d just ditch and cry on the train ride home like a real man. The reality hadn’t fully hit yet, that Osamu would be mated, married, and pregnant with Meian’s pups in the future...
Why did Rintaro ever get his hopes up?
He was set to leave just as he heard the sound of the twins coming inside and midway through bickering when Osamu’s big ‘ol gray eyes landed on Rintaro.
“Told ya he’s still here, idiot, stop mopin’ and go fuck him.”
Atsumu pushed Osamu and the omega glared at his retreating brother, but Meian was nowhere in sight.
“Wanna go upstairs?”
Rintaro nodded and followed his best friend up the staircase, one he’s taken dozens of times, leading up to their mostly untouched bedroom. The bunks were replaced with separate beds at some point and Osamu took Rintaro’s hand as they crashed on the bed to the right.
“You stink.”
“Fix it then.”
“Thought you were Meian’s future bride?”
Rintaro went to pull off his sweater and encouraged Osamu to get rid of the one he was in now to wear Rintaro’s. He then crawled on top of him like a lazy fox, pulled the scent patches off his wrists and got to rubbing as his pheromones covered Osamu from top to bottom.
“He’s fucking stellar at sex, I’ll give him that,” Rintaro wrinkled his nose at that, “but my heart is... with you, Rintaro. I love you, I don’t want someone else.”
“... I love you too,” Rintaro quietly admitted, nuzzling his face into Osamu’s neck, “I thought you would want an alpha.”
“Everyone tells me I should, but... if it’s not you, I can’t see myself with them,” he feels Osamu’s gentle fingers running through his hair, “you could be an omega, alpha, beta - whatever... I want Rintaro .”
“According to Kiyo we’ve been together for eight years,” Rintaro kissed his scent gland, happy there was no bite mark there, “we’ve just been dumb about it.”
“Tsumu confronted me about it, he hates how much of a playboy ya are, but he told me to lock ya down already,” Osamu smirked, “I guess I was just... nervous, didn’t wanna fuck it up.”
“Being afraid of not fucking it up and proceeding to fuck it up even more, classic,” Rintaro pushed himself up and admired the soft smile on Osamu, “I’m not a playboy, I just... don’t waste my time with people who aren’t you.”
“Then yer willin’ to be with me exclusively?”
“To stop being a trainwreck of a slut for a stable relationship...” Rintaro hummed as Osamu pinched his side, “hey! Abuse!”
“Yer mine, Rintaro.”
“I’m yours,” Rintaro leaned down to peck his lips, once, twice... soon turning into a passionate kiss as Osamu slid his knee between Rintaro’s legs. To the days when they were both too shy to take off their clothing and kissed for hours while grinding on each other.
“Osamu...” Rintaro shamelessly rocked himself on Osamu’s fat thigh, “can we... I mean, is there much of a point in waiting to mate?”
“Meian is literally downstairs, in my backyard.”
“Meian can fuck off and find some other omega.”
Osamu laughs as Rintaro ducks his head to lick his neck, omega bites are smaller and less painful than alphas, but they can still mate with each other nonetheless.
“Can I?”
Osamu turns his head, fully bearing the slope of his neck to Rintaro and his omega squeals in delight. It’s been the first time he’s done anything like this, ever. It’s such a commitment that he’ll only give to Osamu.
“Ah...” Osamu gasps at the pinpricks of pain in his neck, but he’s ultimately pliant underneath Rintaro... it’s sexy .
“You too,” Rintaro tilts his head to the side, Osamu pushes himself up to give his neck a wet lick, then sinks his canines into the scent gland. Oh , the euphoria that rockets through Rintaro... that’s exactly what Osamu felt.
“Love ya, love ya so much Rin baby,” Rintaro can taste the blood on Osamu’s tongue when they kiss, but he enjoys it, they’re mates, they’re partners now... no more doubts have to surround them.
“Fuck me?”
Their clothes are in a messy pile on the floor, Rintaro’s face is pushed into the pillow as Osamu licks out his cunt and jerks his omega cock. He needs to stay quiet, can’t have everyone knowing they’re fucking even if half their friends know they’re fucking anyway.
It’s different this time, Rintaro can be sure that Osamu feels the same way, doesn’t need to psyche himself out or hide his true feelings. And maybe he likes how nostalgic it feels, from the old posters on the walls to the case of high school trophies, it’s where they started.
They had some ups and downs since, but they never quite... stopped.
Rintaro bites into the pillow as he fucks into Osamu’s hand, his cock is dripping with precum while his hole aches for a cock. Osamu is obsessed with his slick though, loves slurping it down and teasing Rintaro’s clit to make him wetter.
“Come for daddy, my love.”
Rintaro’s eyes snap shut as he moans into the pillow and Osamu works him through his orgasm, unfair, so unfair. But soon he’s met with large hands on his hips and a thick cockhead penetrating his needy pussy, just what he needed, it’s all for him .
Osamu pushes him down, so his sensitive cock is rubbing on the sheets and Osamu can lay his weight on the omega beneath, just how Rintaro likes it. Osamu’s thrusts are deep and fast, if they were alone he knows Osamu would drag this out all night, but for now... just a harsh and quick fuck into his baby.
“My perfect little omega, my wife...” Osamu drawls into Rintaro’s ear, “gonna be a good fuck toy for me baby?”
Rintaro groaned yes into the pillow and felt Osamu link their fingers together, “so tight fer me, every time I see ya, good omega.”
Osamu definitely felt the vibration of Rintaro’s purring as he gasped, then rocked into him harder , “ god , yer so amazing fer me sweetheart, I love ya, never gonna stop lovin’ ya.”
Rintaro could cry and maybe he was, Osamu’s cock was filling his cunt and brain, he’s all Rintaro knew... all he could focus on. He had sunk into his space where he was content with just being a body, a vessel, a tool for Osamu to cum inside of.
“Omega...” Osamu licked the fresh bite mark, his hips flush against Rintaro’s ass as he reached his climax, “my baby.”
They forced themselves back downstairs when it was nearing dinnertime, Atsumu and Kiyoomi were still here, along with Aran and Shinsuke. Atsumu so very helpfully pointed out their bite marks and Osamu told him to shut the fuck up, Rintaro was still floating in the clouds.
My omega, my omega, my omega.
~
The season starts up again soon and Rintaro needs to haul his ass back to Tokyo, but not before wishing his boyfriend a memorable goodbye. Osamu had told his staff that they were opening an hour later today and not to come in early, whatsoever.
Mainly because the chef had Rintaro seated on the counter, pants crumpled around his ankles, tongue fucking into Rintaro’s mouth while stroking their cocks together. Another mess that Osamu would need to clean up from Rintaro’s slick getting on the counter, but well worth it when this has been a fantasy of theirs since Osamu bought this place.
Rintaro moaned into his mouth as Osamu other hand was between his legs, slick fingers fucking into his warm hole and getting him more aroused. Rintaro had stayed in Osaka after their shared confessions, his omega was thrilled to have Osamu to wake up to and fall asleep with on a daily basis.
Rintaro didn’t completely slack on his training, he still went to the gym and practiced with the MSBY members from time to time as Koutarou wasn’t going to let his skills deteriorate. The same ‘ol rumors sprung up about Rintaro signing onto MSBY and he clarified by saying no he wasn’t moving, he was just fucking Atsumu’s brother.
(Osamu was so flustered, it was adorable).
But any hint of that was washed away as Osamu kissed him breathless and stroked their cocks together, he couldn’t get enough of the omega. Like, Rintaro thought he was the excessively horny one, fuck no not when Osamu was all over him every second of the day when he wasn’t working.
He wanted to be fucked, licked, sucked, touched, something by Rintaro and they almost thought for a moment Osamu’s heat started. However it was just a side effect of the new bond, a way to keep ‘alpha’ interested in breeding him and Rintaro was shameless about teasing him.
“Lean back for me, like that baby boy.”
Rintaro’s palms were on the counter as his legs were held up by Osamu, soon his pussy stuffed to the brim with Osamu’s fat cock. Rintaro tossed his head back from the pleasure, it’s too bad the window shutters were down and the passersby couldn’t get their fill of morning sex.
“Daddy fucks me so good, I love him.”
Rintaro felt Osamu grip his thighs tighter and buck into him harder, the omega surged forward to lick his neck as Rintaro just took his cock. Why would he ever need an alpha when he’s got Osamu? His hunky omega who knows how to fuck him into a babbling mess.
“Touch yerself, rub yer little clit for me, sugar.”
Rintaro did so, slipping a hand between them and crying from the stimulation, Osamu was hitting the right spot and Rintaro was bound to come all over his cock. It’d been nothing short of paradise for the couple, no invisible expiration date on their fucking around either.
Rintaro just had to look forward to when he would be called a Miya too.
“My omega, my sweet omega,” Osamu moaned in his ear, he felt Rintaro clenching down on him as slick gushed from his pussy and dripped onto the floor. He wasn’t too far behind as he mindlessly fucked into Rintaro’s heat, there would be bruises on his thighs that Rintaro would be happy to show off during practice.
“Osamu...” Rintaro softly uttered as he threaded his head through dark hair and kissed him, he was full... and messy , but he liked that. Osamu didn’t pull out, not yet as they exchanged lazy kisses and savored their last few minutes together before Rintaro needed to leave.
“Hoping to open a new location in Tokyo by the end of the year... I’ll come stay with ya for a lot longer than a weekend.”
“Good,” Rintaro nuzzled his cheek, “I’ll miss you.”
“I already miss ya.”
“Your cock is still inside of me.”
“Let me be romantic ya brat.”
Rintaro giggled, they stayed just like this for a few more minutes... off in their own little world.