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In a few days time, at a young and sprightly twenty-four years old, Megumi will be experiencing his forty-ninth heat of his entire life.
They hit four times a year, one cycle per season. With a proper knot, the duration is sliced in half, just about, sometimes more. Point is, knots are the key to making an omega’s life a hell of a lot easier. It satiates some sort of primal urge. Megumi cannot really describe the relief that comes, it’s akin to someone scratching an itch for you that’s located in a spot you cannot possibly reach.
And Megumi hates to admit that. He hates depending on an alpha for much of anything, let alone something so crucial as reverting his body back to its normal functionality.
Curse the generations and generations of omegas that remained so subservient that it's ingrained in their very DNA and psyche now. Megumi huffs in annoyance in his bed from the thought.
He’s guilty of succumbing to need, such is an omega’s inescapable destiny.
That’s where this wretched app comes into play. Love-or-Knot?
The name is expectedly corny, a poor attempt to lean into the whole— he loves me, he loves me not as you solemnly pluck petals off of a flower. The interface is barely functional and its sprawling with countless alphas hoping to get their dicks wet and pound pussy until omegas cry and whine for them to stop. Sometimes, sometimes it was used for its more wholesome purpose of finding a mate, but for the most part, it’s become a glorified hook-up app. Megumi can’t say he’s complaining. He needs to nip this incoming heat in the bud and continue to enjoy his summer.
It’s already hot. Being in the throes of heat means baking.
Mindlessly he scrolls on his phone, swiping left almost monotonously with the air conditioner blasting.
Too old. Too short. Too weasel-looking.
Megumi does pause to scroll through the pictures if an alpha at least seems promising, taking a moment to read their biographies, at least, but it’s like sifting for gold in a pile of pyrite. A near fruitless effort.
Left, left, left— oh, he’s decent, left, left.
It’s mindless at this point. Alphas on here are a rather hot commodity, it’s not easy to find someone willing to spend potentially several days with you whilst you’re in heat. It’s a tiny bit of commitment. Most pairs end up mated after, Megumi’s noticed.
A new profile makes him pause. The guy is… cute. Really fucking cute. Megumi brings his phone closer to his face to fully examine. He’s fit. Short cropped, pink-ish hair with a dark undercut. As he swipes through the photos, he lands upon one of the man smiling beside a friend who stands a comfortable several inches taller. So he’s a bit short for an alpha, then? Megumi purses his lips and scrolls down to his biography, lazily scanning it. Sports, video games, typical alpha male nonsense.
He’s cute. But not quite what Megumi is looking for. On a whim, he scrolls back up an inch and reexamines the photos at a close angle once more. Stupidly, Megumi fumbles with his phone, causing the device to smack right against his face.
It rubs against his cheek in the fall and, horrifically enough, his phone registers it as his finger swiping right.
Megumi picks up his phone just in time to see the telltale phrase on his screen, hearts blooming around it.
It’s a match!
Stupidly, he blinks.
Getting matches isn’t common for Megumi because he’s a picky bastard. That, and he doubts many alphas are swiping right on him either.
Okay. This is fine. He can text the guy— Yuuji, the name on the profile had been Yuuji— and tell him that it was a mistake. He’s not actually interested even if the alpha was cute.. And, it’ll sting, but who doesn’t face at least a few rejections in the dating and hookup world?
Megumi nibbles on his bottom lip and presses the message button now that it has become an option.
Just as he begins to type, a chat bubble appears. Oh, fuck.
Yuuji (1:03pm): hey! i was really hoping we’d match :) how’s your day beautiful?
He types like a total dude. He’s probably itching to get his cock wet. Megumi debates just leaving him on read, but, heat is calling. It’s whispering in his ear and telling him that he has to secure a knot and soon. Those inflated toys just don't do it, not for Megumi.
Megumi (1:04pm): Fine. It’s nice to meet you.
Yuuji (1:04pm): i haven’t had many matches yet, i’m kinda new here and have no idea what to talk about
Yuuji (1:04pm): your profile didnt specify, what are you looking for exactly??
Megumi (1:05pm): Honestly, a knot. My heat is approaching.
Yuuji (1:05pm): WOAH!
Yuuji (1:05pm): is this the place to be looking for that?!
Megumi furrows his eyebrows at his phone screen and purses his lips.
Megumi (1:06pm): Well, the app is called Love-or-Knot. As in a play on words, yes, but also because it’s unabashedly an app for omegas to find an alpha to knot them during their heats. You didn’t know?
Yuuji (1:06pm): i swiped right bc you’re gorjus and i wanted to take you out on a date
Yuuji (1:06pm): *gorgeuos
Yuuji (1:06pm) *gorgeous
Megumi (1:07pm): That’s very sweet of you. Whilst that’s also the app's purpose, I’m mainly on here in search of someone to help me with my heat. I don’t qualify for suppressants and I dislike pseudo-knots. My apologies for my profile not being clear enough.
Yuuji (1:07pm): fuck
Yuuji (1:07pm): no, no it’s fine .. have any luck with that so far?
Megumi (1:08pm): Not much.
Yuuji (1:08pm): hey do you mind if we use the call function on here? omw to gym
Megumi sighs gently and taps the phone icon. Instantly, it’s answered. Why he’s even entertaining this, he doesn’t know. Perhaps getting alpha attention so close to his heat just makes his omega down for… anything. Even chatting with a hunky, boyish dude that doesn’t seem to be his type.
“Megumi?”
“Expecting other omegas?”
“Woah, your voice is, like, woah…” Yuuji chuckles. “Sexy. Can I say that? Fuck, that’s totally a third or fourth date compliment. Sorry.”
“You’re fine. I appreciate that, Yuuji,” Megumi clears his throat. “Are you driving?”
“Yeah. Well, I’m in my car, about to. I work out a lot, it’s a big hobby of mine. My best buddy and I like doing marathons together and runs for charity, too. It’s, uh, yeah. Kinda my thing,” Yuuji goes on. His voice is cute. It has this sort of boyish edge to it. Megumi is getting a Peter Parker vibe from him for sure. The type of guy he’d fuck over the summer, obsess over a little, suck on popsicles and envision them as his cock, then never speak to him again come September.
“Yeah? That’s nice,” Megumi leans back, pulling his knees up a bit. “To resume our prior conversation, I haven’t had much luck. My heat is in about two or three days, it varies. I’m short on time.”
“Why not… a bar, or something?”
“Mmh, alphas like that are… not for me. And I like to at least know a little bit about a guy before he pops his knot inside of me, you know?” Megumi says. “So, you want a long term relationship?”
“Well, I… I mean— if you aren’t having any luck, we could, like… I mean, I can…” Yuuji struggles. Megumi can feel his embarrassment through the phone.
“Are you a virgin?” Megumi asks bluntly.
“Huh? No! No, fuck, no. I’m just bad at talking to pretty omegas. Real bad,” Yuuji chuckles and it’s cute.
“Are you offering to help me?” Megumi asks wearily. This seems to be his best bet. He’s short on time and Yuuji is at least hot. And fit. Megumi’s got a thing for muscles, he’ll admit that unabashedly.
“I… yeah. I am,” Yuuji confirms. He almost sounds disappointed in himself. “If you really need it, y’know? I know heats can be painful for omegas without a knot. But… if I give you my knot, can I take you to dinner after?”
Smooth.
“Alright. You can take me to dinner, maybe. Depends how well you do,” Megumi decides to be just a little cruel.
Yuuji laughs, all airy and lighthearted. “Okay. Well, let’s see. Maybe we meet up and don’t click. But I’ll at least help you with your heat. I’m clean, by the way.”
“Me too,” Megumi confirms softly. “Go to the gym and call me back later. We can discuss more details then, okay?”
“Okay. See ya, beautiful,” Yuuji bids farewell and hangs up with a click.
Megumi doesn’t quite know how to feel. He swiped on this poor guy accidentally. And now he might be the one to pound him out during heat? Fuck. It’s fine. Yuuji’s cute. Handsome. He seems charismatic. Megumi has a dreadful feeling that he’s probably going to be a bad fuck, though. He seems almost too happy-go-lucky. Probably a sloppy kisser and an uncoordinated fucker. Whatever, Megumi just needs his knot.
Rolling his eyes with a sigh, the omega sets his phone aside and lies down. Pre-heat makes him so drowsy, it’s time for a nap.
Troublesome thoughts do plague him, albeit mild ones. What happens if they have terrible chemistry? Yuuji seems nice enough. Amicable. A little eager, though, it seems like he wants something more, something special. Megumi has absolutely no idea what he wants and pre-heat isn’t the time to dwell on that. Too many omegas make irrational decisions during that time of need. Megumi isn’t trying to leave their little rendezvous fully claimed.
Amidst his deep thoughts, Megumi falls into a deep slumber.
—
Saturday. That’s when his heat is due and when Yuuji is coming over.
True to his word, the alpha did call back. Pleasantly enough, they’d talked for hours. Megumi hadn’t even realized how much time had gone by. Yuuji was an excellent conversationalist and actually quite well spoken. Witty, too. Funny. Megumi mentally berates himself for judging him too swiftly.
They’ve opted to have Yuuji come over to Megumi’s, that way the omega feels safe in his own home and his own nest. It’s a pathetic thing, Megumi’s a single omega, there’s none of his mate’s wares to add to it. So it’s merely a nice, circular bundle of blankets.
His mind feels incredibly hazy. Megumi lazily blinks at the wall, cheek pressed against the sheets. It’s too hot to actually wear anything, it sounds torturous, so he’s clad solely in his panties.
Despite the sweltering heat of his apartment, the weather outside is chilly and rainy. Perfect for setting the mood and hunkering down. He’s half tempted to shove a hand down his panties and go for another round of vigorous clit rubbing. It’s all plumped up and aching to be sucked on— arguably one of the worst parts of undergoing heat. The burning and aching in your core will be unlike anything. Just as he slides a hand down, there’s an almost tentative knock to his door. Heavy handed despite the hesitance. Megumi makes a face but hauls himself up and out of bed. If this is Yuuji, he’s precisely on time, potentially a few minutes early.
Not even bothering to cover up, Megumi walks out of his room and to the living room, all flustered and panting when he opens the door. Yuuji stands there, suddenly looking delicious, awkwardly holding a brown paper bag in one arm.
“Hey, Megumi!” Yuuji chirps. “I, uh, got you some stuff. Figured you’d need some electrolytes and, uh, I was recommended this heat vitamin and there’s some snacks in here, but I don’t really know what you like, so I tried to get some sweet stuff and some salty stuff for balance, y’know? And, uh— you’re naked…”
“I have panties on,” Is Megumi’s intelligent rebuttal. “That’s sweet of you to bring me supplies, Yuuji, but what I need is what you’ve got in your pants.”
“Right! Right, yeah, this is all… all kinda useless compared to my knot. I almost forgot we had to do that part. Like— I have to fuck you and stuff,” Yuuji rubs the back of his neck. “You sure you’re cool with it? For real?”
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that at this point?” Megumi asks wearily and leans against the doorframe, lashes heavy as he stares at Yuuji. He’s hotter in person. Maybe he’s just bad at snapping selfies, or something, or maybe it’s the heat talking, but he looks gorgeous right now. Tanned skin, brown eyes, clean shaven undercut. He smells incredible. He looks clean. And his muscles are bulging but not in a freaky way, just in a fit man way.
“I mean— I’d never complain about that.”
“Just come inside, Yuuji,” Megumi sighs and steps aside to allow the man to enter, shutting and locking the door behind him. “Once we’re into it, I get… well, you know how omegas are. If you want to stop, you might have to use some force to pry me off of you. I’m going to give you my explicit consent now while I’m still fully lucid to do that.”
“Oh! Uh, sure. I appreciate that, Megumi. That you’re still giving me a choice to back out at any time,” Yuuji sets the brown bag down, then with almost adorable hesitance, perches himself on the couch. Megumi sits down beside him and does not miss the way those brown eyes flit down to his perky nipples for a moment. Megumi’s been playing with them all day, getting them all stiff, rosy and sensitive. “Your scent is so nice, by the way. I hope it isn’t weird to say that.”
“Weird? Why would that be weird?” Megumi can’t help his ghost of a smile as he leans a little closer, examining Yuuji. He’s got a light dusting of freckles on his face and his ears are actually pierced with studs. Unable to help himself, he reaches up and crooks a finger, stroking the stubbly hair on the back of Yuuji’s shaved head. It makes a shiver visibly run down the alpha’s spine.
“Just— dunno. Didn’t wanna seem creepy,” Yuuji chuckles. Oh, he’s so nervous. How cute.
“It isn’t creepy. You’re sweet— I like that,” Megumi compliments. “When’s the last time you had sex?”
Yuuji clears his throat. “Uh, a couple months? Sometimes my ex-girlfriend and I would… you know, blow off some steam. But she’s got a new guy now. Sometimes I’d just… call her and…”
“And?”
“Would just wanna eat her pussy,” Yuuji breathes out the confession in one go.
“Oh? Not even actually have sex?” Megumi can feel his clit throb. The thought of Yuuji just begging to lick pussy and not even get his dick wet has his insides feeling all squirmy.
“Nah. Just sometimes,” Yuuji’s ears have gone red. “Or I’d get off as I… y’know.”
He’s a pleaser, then. The sort of alpha that gets off on making an omega feel good, getting them to writhe and mewl. Megumi has always found that quality attractive, and Yuuji’s boyish nature just magnifies that. “Do you have anything you particularly dislike? But, honestly, as I said before, you can just manhandle me off of you if you’re done. I probably won’t listen when I’m deeper into my heat.”
“I can manage that,” Yuuji promises. Megumi watches his adams apple bob as he swallows hard. He finally turns to look at him, bracing his hands on two of his own strong thighs. “So…”
“We can wait until it worsens. I’m not going to force you to sleep with me when I’m still, you know, me. Relax and make yourself at home. You’ll smell it when I’m ready," Megumi pats Yuuji’s thigh and stands up. “There’s plenty of food and drinks in the fridge. Help yourself. And thank you again for helping me,” He isn’t fully sure why he’s trusting Yuuji so plainly. His apartment has cameras in the hallways and he’s got one situated in his living room, it’s okay, but still. This is an alpha he doesn’t particularly know very well and yet Megumi is allowing him to waltz on in and hang out for an unknown amount of hours.
“That’s really kind of you, Megumi. Thanks,” Yuuji offers a smile, a warm one, and settles back against the cushions.
Hopefully he takes this time to calm his nerves. He’s going to need it.
—
Megumi had actually fallen asleep once he returned to his room. Which was surprising, since his clit was throbbing and he was steadily leaking slick, an annoying development. When he wakes up, he’s in his own puddle of wetness and he’s burning hot. Megumi pants heavy as he lifts his head and looks down at his soiled panties, sticking to his wet pussy. “Fuck,” He whispers and pulls them off, tossing the fabric aside and sliding his fingers through the slick mess of his pussy. He’s absolutely drenched to the point of it seeping down to his thighs, slicking up the soft skin there. Megumi gives his clit a few little rubs, but he’s too wet to get much traction, fingers just messily sliding around the swollen bud instead of really rubbing it good.
He whines at that, a throaty sound. Megumi’s half tempted to get up and go get his knotting toy, or something, even though the thing does a shoddy job at said task. But that’s when there’s a knock at his bedroom door.
“Hey, Megumi? Is it about time?” Yuuji’s voice sounds muffled through the door. Right. Yuuji’s here. Yuuji has a knot. Megumi can feel himself salivating.
His response is just another whine. It’s enough to have Yuuji opening the bedroom door tentatively and stepping inside, shutting it behind him. “Oh, shit…” The alpha whispers. All Megumi can focus on is his hard-on in his pants. His cock looks big, but he has to see it to confirm it. It’s quickly all he can think about, flicking at his clit as he dazedly eyes the bulge. Yuuji watches for a moment, eyebrows furrowing some, before he begins to undress. He pulls his shirt off, revealing taut, defined muscles and a thick happy trail. His pants come off next, leaving him in his briefs. His bulge is massive. Megumi’s pupils have blown by this point. “Are you holding up okay?” Yuuji asks.
“Cock, I want— want you to fucking give it to me,” Megumi breathes out. With two fingers he holds his pussy open, revealing his pink insides. Yuuji’s eyes widen a fraction and his cock visibly throbs through the thin fabric encasing it.
“Megumi, don’t… get like that,” Yuuji murmurs out once he’s hovering over him, two thick arms on either side of Megumi’s head.
“Like what?” Megumi has enough lucidity to ask.
“All submissive. I can’t— it gets me,” Yuuji dips his head down and nudges at Megumi’s neck with his nose, inhaling deeply. He sits back up after, pupils noticeably wider and his freckled cheeks flushed red. He’s aroused. And the heady scent of that has Megumi’s clit throbbing, he just wants to be fucked. But the way Yuuji is looking at him isn’t quite predatory, he just looks hungry. Starved, even. That theory is even further supported when Yuuji licks his lips and reveals the bottoms of his canines. Having such a big, strong alpha looming over you and staring like you’re his next meal will always be nerve wracking, even in heat.
“I’ll stop being… like that if you stop staring at me like you want to eat me,” Megumi breathes out.
“I do want to eat you,” Yuuji chuckles, almost sounding sheepish. “Is that bad? Or, is it okay?”
Megumi gives a small nod in response. It’s not a knot, obviously, not even close, but having a hot tongue lapping at your hyper-sensitive cunt during heat was still a slice of heaven on Earth. Yuuji seems as promising as he is eager, so Megumi spreads his legs wider. His breathing has deepened even further as his mind continues to get fuzzier. His head lolls to the side as Yuuji dips down, warm between his legs, and curses under his breath.
“Mmh?” Megumi can hardly find the words.
“Nothin’. It’s just that you have a really cute pussy,” Yuuji comments, a tad breathless. He uses his thumbs to keep Megumi spread open as he slowly laps at his vulva in long strokes. His tongue is hot and long, dexterous as it darts inside of Megumi to lap up the sweetness that had been accumulating as his heat worsened. Yuuji pulls away just as Megumi was starting to really melt into the sheets in bliss. “Tastes sweet, too. Really… really sweet.”
“Heat,” Megumi wheezes out the explanation. It’s enticement, getting all honey-sweet in order to coax alphas to fuck them. To his surprise, Yuuji flips him over— a delicious development, as it shows how well he could manhandle him— and pries his ass open. Megumi doesn’t even have it in him to voice any complaints as Yuuji leans in and laps hotly at his pussy from behind, tongue just barely able to swipe at his clit. “Fuck,” The omega whines. Yuuji huffs and shoves himself closer, doing his best to get his tongue to reach Megumi’s clit better. He manages, flicking at it in a way that has Megumi’s hips buckling. “Yuu—”
“Mm?” Yuuji’s voice sends a vibration throughout the lower half of Megumi’s body. It can’t be that comfortable, having his face essentially buried in Megumi’s ass, but the alpha doesn’t seem to mind at all. If anything, he’s insatiable, flesh spilling through his fingers as he holds onto Megumi tight enough to bruise, anything to keep him still so that Yuuji could keep swiping at his pussy. When Megumi doesn’t reply, too pleasure-drunk, Yuuji pulls away. “Y’okay?” He gives Megumi a gentle shake when he doesn’t get a response within a second or so. “Omega?”
“Yeah,” Megumi replies dreamily. His tone comes out light and airy.
“What’d you have to say, ba— Megumi?”
“You can call me baby. Call me anything, just please,” Megumi rolls over again despite Yuuji’s iron grip, able to rip himself out of it once it loosens a little. “It burns. I-I’m so… I need it,” He looks at Yuuji through heavy eyelashes. The alpha furrows his brows in a curious manner and actually pouts down at him.
“What do you need?”
“Knot,” Megumi replies, almost exasperated. His condition is worsening, his body getting hotter. Yuuji merely dips down between his legs again, licking his own spit-slicked lips just before he returns to lapping at Megumi’s swollen cunt. The whine it rips from the omega is a feral sound, a devastated one, because he’s never experienced this before. Typically alphas are desperate to sink deep inside of an omega, their own pleasure at the forefront of their minds, but not Yuuji, apparently. His breathy request for a knot goes ignored and unfulfilled as Yuuji swipes his scorching tongue across his clit, tenderly taking it into his mouth after and sucking on it. Megumi’s eyes roll back so hard that only the whites become visible, his entire body arching and his muscles seizing up.
“Hah— that’s—” Megumi struggles, trying to rear his hips away, but Yuuji has an iron grip on his thighs. In a weak attempt to save himself from the absolute pleasure overload, Megumi grips some of Yuuji’s short-cropped hair in a tight fist and tries to yank his head away. It’s uncommon to avoid pleasure when you’re in heat, but this is too good. Yuuji’s sucking on his clit and flicking it with his tongue in intervals. Megumi wants to cry. “Gonna cum, I’m g— Yuuji, I can’t—”
Torturously, Yuuji pulls away with a soft ‘pop’. “You’re okay. You’re okay, Megumi. Breathe,” He rubs the omega’s thigh with a rough palm. Megumi looks up at him dazedly. He’s really sweet and attentive, but the way that heavy cock of his is straining in his briefs, Megumi isn’t sure if he’s going to go easy on him in that regard.
“Please fuck me,” Megumi sobs out. “I-I really need it, Yuuji,” He cups the alpha’s cheeks in his hands and gives him a pleading look.
“Did you call out of work tomorrow?” Yuuji asks suddenly, brown eyes appearing black as he looks down at Megumi.
“Uh— I… yes, I did. I get time off for my heats.”
“Good. You’re going to need it.”
Megumi watches as Yuuji reaches down and pulls his briefs off, finally freeing his heavy cock. It’s massive. Thick and girthy, with a long vein that runs along the side. Surely such a cutesy, boyish looking man isn’t packing this, right? Sure, Yuuji’s muscular, but this size is absurd. Megumi wants him to force it inside to the hilt. The mental imagery alone has his pussy clenching. He’s even salivating.
Yuuji seems to notice this and gives a little laugh. “You can suck on it some other time. If— if you want. I’d never… I’d never force anyone to do that, its—” He stops abruptly with a startled gasp due to Megumi hauling himself up, lurching forwards and swallowing down as much of the alpha’s cock as he could. “Fucking— shit, Megumi, what’re you doing?”
Megumi doesn’t know, either. His heat-brained stupor has him desperate for cock, his inner omega starved for it. Yuuji’s just looked so good, all thick and heavy, throbbing from struggling to hold itself up. Large hands settle on the back of his head, gripping his dark hair to keep his head still, as Yuuji pulls his hips back. Megumi whines at the loss and scrambles to close the distance, licking at Yuuji’s fat tip desperately. “Ah, shit…” The alpha mutters to himself. “Not now, okay? Another time, another time— shhh,” Yuuji hushes Megumi when he sobs from being rejected. The alpha grips the back of his neck, the way a mother would her kitten, and pulls Megumi up. It’s a gesture that makes omegas go limp for their alphas, one that promotes submission. Megumi expectedly does so, boneless against Yuuji’s firmer body.
“Listen,” The alpha starts quietly. Megumi can hardly do that, focusing instead on wrapping a hand around Yuuji’s cock and pumping it as best he could. “Fuck— listen, okay? You have to tone it down, relax.”
“I want cock. I wan’… want it…” Megumi moans when Yuuji tightens his grip on the back of his neck. He’s not being rough or forceful, it actually feels nice to have all of his muscles gone limp. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuckmefuckmefuckme—”
Yuuji is obviously doing this for himself. Trying to calm Megumi down, because the more riled up an omega in heat gets, the more it affects the alpha. He’s kind— courteous, doesn’t want to absolutely shred Megumi’s pussy, even if that’s precisely what Megumi wants. Yuuji sighs gently and lowers Megumi back onto the bed on his stomach. The omega immediately raises his hips up and presents himself to be mounted, mewling like a needy cat. “Fuck me, please. Yuuji, alpha, I can’t…”
The alpha groans from behind him. This isn’t an action that can be resisted. An omega in heat is so generously presenting himself, spreading his pussy wide open, begging to be filled and used. Large hands settle on his hips, squeezing the flesh and allowing it to spill between his fingers. Almost cruelly, Yuuji just barely prods Megumi’s fluttering entrance with the tip of his cock. When Megumi throws his head back to send an irritated, indignant look over his shoulder, he notices Yuuji gnawing on his bottom lip with flushed cheeks. Clearly this is satiating some sort of deep-rooted fantasy for him. He’s about to whine and beg for the nth time until Yuuji finally slides inside with an unnatural amount of ease. It’s only due to Megumi being incredibly wet. He can feel it oozing out of his pussy and trickling down his thighs. It only serves to entice Yuuji further, Megumi can feel him throbbing, a subtle sensation deep in his gut.
And he’s big, too. Potentially the biggest Megumi has ever taken. If he wasn’t so heat saturated he’d likely scurry away in fear, but not now, not when this is so perfect. Yuuji’s knot is going to be heavenly.
“‘S so tight,” Yuuji rubs Megumi’s back in a soothing motion, up and down the length of his spine. “Are you sure… are you sure it’s okay?”
“‘Ji, less questions and more fucking,” Megumi breathes out and tries to push his hips back onto Yuuji’s cock. It shunts further inside of him, causing the alpha’s breath to hitch. Megumi can’t help but glance at him from over his shoulder still, admiring his tanned skin, the way sweat drips down his toned body in rivulets, the thick patch of pink public hair that leads to an undeniably sexy happy trail. Maybe it’s the heat talking, but Megumi has never wanted a man so badly in his life. He’s impaled on Yuuji’s cock, drooling over his muscles, over the way he effortlessly dwarfs Megumi in size. Not in terms of height, no, just sheer width and muscle. His view becomes obscured by his own lashes as they flutter, a green iris disappearing behind his lids when his eyes roll back the moment Yuuji pulls out, then shunts back inside. The alpha audibly swallows and Megumi can feel his fingers clamp down onto his hips harder.
Just what exactly is he thinking about?
Megumi hasn’t much time to mull that over before the pace suddenly becomes punishing. Firm, intentional thrusts that are aimed right. It’s as if Yuuji knew of all of his sweet spots ahead of time, memorized their location and made it his mission to abuse them. Megumi cries out into the pillow, more of a high-pitched whine as he finally gets what he wants. Their skin slaps together noisily and he vaguely thinks he can hear Yuuji swearing behind him. “L-like that! Just like that, Yuuji—“
“Shit,” Yuuji breathes out.
“Ha—hah, ah, ah, uh— fuck,” Megumi doesn’t bother to silence himself, too heat-ridden to care. Something about how deep Yuuji can sink inside of him is scratching a certain itch for him, sating a deep-rooted desire. He goes to the hilt at every single pass. Megumi spreads his legs wider, his back arching further as his upper body slinks downwards. His eyes roll back again, hard enough to ache as Yuuji slams into his cervix. “Ooh, okay, that’s—”
“Your cervix, babe,” Yuuji supplements. “Sorry about that.”
“No, keep hitting it,” Megumi whines and inches his hips back again. He’s fully like a cat in heat, grinding himself against Yuuji.
“Oh, you don’t actually want that,” Yuuji gives a cute laugh and grabs a pillow, situating it under Megumi’s hips to prop him up further. The angle changes once more, this time more accommodating to Megumi’s g-spot. He changes his rhythm, too, shallower thrusts that don’t shove him inside to the hilt but feel incredible all the same. Megumi can’t help but drool.
Yuuji says something that Megumi doesn’t register, not paying attention over the sound of his own moans and mewls. Heat is in full swing now, a wretched sort of fervor that’s taken over. All Megumi can think of is Yuuji and his thick, fat cock. It’s huge, spearing him open in a way that should be painful. He’s fucking him fast and short the way a pornstar does. Through the daze of his heat, Megumi thinks he might be in love.
“That’s good?” Yuuji’s voice wavers. Megumi wishes he could see the expression on his face. Is he blissed out from getting to pound out an omega in heat? Megumi’s gripping him tight, vaginal muscles contracting around his cock and massaging it viciously. His inner omega doesn’t want Yuuji pulling out. What if he gets pregnant? Would Yuuji be a good father? Could he support their children? Megumi cannot even recall his occupation. The thought is almost sobering, because here he is getting absolutely reamed by a man he hardly knows.
“I wanna ha— ha… have your baby,” Megumi whines throatily. “‘S so good, need you to claim me, n-need to be your omega so I can have your babies ‘n not let you leave.”
Yuuji suddenly stills.
The rational thing to think here would be if he said the wrong thing, if perhaps Yuuji doesn't have a raging breeding kink like himself, if he just fucked up. But being in the throes of heat means rationality doesn't exist to you anymore. That part of your brain has been turned to absolute mush. Megumi gives a devastated gasp and throws his hips back, trying to coerce Yuuji back into fucking him. “Don’t stop, c-come on–”
The room spins when Yuuji suddenly flips him. It’s almost enough to make him lucid again, a stark reminder of the vast difference in their physical strengths. A reminder that, boyish as he is, Yuuji is an alpha. He’s pulled out, thick cock hardened to the point it’s almost flush to his navel, dripping enticingly at the head. Megumi nearly drools. But, Yuuji just stares down at him, almost impassive. Megumi stares back, waiting for him to do something, anything, but Yuuji only cracks a wide grin, eyes turning into cute crescents.
“You’re really cute, you know that, Megumi?”
Wide hands pry his legs open and push them back until they ache, calves near his head. Megumi’s heart begins to flutter in a strange mix of anxiety and excitement. He’s being manhandled. He’s…
“Real cute. It makes me wanna fuck the shit outta you,” Yuuji finishes, flashing another cute grin before sinking right back inside, to the hilt in a single pass.
He’s going to be ruined.
The pace is instantaneously punishing. Firm, downward thrusts that elicit shrieks from Megumi as opposed to his typical moans. Thick arms come to rest on either side of his head. Sweat beads down Yuuji’s face, making his honeyed skin glow, and drips down onto Megumi. The omega is half tempted to open his mouth and catch the salty droplets. Yuuji’s face becomes blurrier as the seconds go by, and it’s at that moment that Megumi realizes he’s crying.
“Fuck—” Megumi wheezes. “‘M gonna cum, g-gonna cum so ha—hard, please—”
“Yeah, go on,” Yuuji coaxes. “Cum on it, babe, c’mon,” His voice has gotten all throaty and raspy. The sound of it has Megumi’s pussy spasming around his cock. He’s so hot. All alphas are when you’re in heat, but Yuuji is on another level. Megumi winds his arms around him, digging his nails into his broad back.
It’s what he needs, something to hold onto and keep him grounded as his orgasm hits. Megumi cries out, his spasms kept to a minimum as Yuuji bottoms out inside of him and uses his weight to keep Megumi pinned to the bed, speared on his cock as he orgasms.
“Oh my god, oh my god— Yuuji—”
“Shh, you’re fine, babe,” Yuuji assures. He stays rooted for a few more seconds, cock pulsating from where it’s lodged inside of Megumi, before he rears his hips back and starts up again in the form of firm, deep thrusts. Megumi drools by now, unabashed, tears rolling down his cheeks as their hips slap together. “Shit,” Yuuji moans breathily then. “It’s tight, it’s re-really tight…”
It’s hard not to be further aroused by Yuuji’s moans and muttered curses, despite having just climaxed. There’s something so deeply satisfying about pleasing an alpha, about giving Yuuji what he needs, a tight hole to fuck to satiate his deepest desires. He’s reaching deep inside of Megumi, nudging every little sweet spot he has, kissing his g-spot at every pass. Has sex ever felt this good for Megumi? He cannot recall. Yuuji leans in close and connects their lips in a searing kiss, one that Megumi reciprocates with desperate fervor. He tastes good. He feels good, his lips are soft, his tongue is velvety the moment he slips it into Megumi’s mouth. His cries are muffled by their kiss as he once again orgasms, spasming under Yuuji, who swiftly pins him to the bed once more to keep him still as he rides out his climax. That is driving Megumi absolutely insane. He’s used to alphas pulling out immediately, not sinking deeper inside and keeping him steady throughout.
“Feels good?” Yuuji murmurs. They’re so close, he can feel the alpha’s warm breath against his face. It’s intimate in a way Megumi cannot describe. His vision is blurry from tears pooling in his eyes, casting a sheen over emerald irises. He just barely reminds himself to blink and that clears up his vision enough for him to see Yuuji clearly, brown eyes expectant. It’s almost… cute. Puppyish, even, asking Megumi if he’s doing a good job.
“Knot me,” Is all Megumi manages, a breathy plea, and Yuuji chuckles. His smile is devilishly handsome to the point it strangely makes Megumi throb. Is he attracted to this man? Certainly not. That’s the heat talking.
“Do you think you could answer my question?”
“Wha… what was it?” Megumi almost purrs when Yuuji strokes his cheek, palm rough against the milky skin.
“I asked if you’re feeling good.”
“Too good.”
“Yeah? Enough to let me make you a mommy?”
Something shifts in Megumi’s brain. He has a moment of lucidity where he realizes— fuck, that was sexy, but his daze returns to him swiftly. Yuuji asked if he would let him breed him. His mind is swarming right now, because absolutely he wants that. More than anything he wants his womb stuffed to the brim. He winds his legs around Yuuji’s waist tightly and drags the alpha closer, earning him a sound that could only be described as a whine. Yuuji rolls his hips forwards, grinding into Megumi and essentially fucking him into the mattress. “Fuck,” Megumi sobs out. “Again, gonna… again…”
“Yeah. ‘M there,” Yuuji mumbles. His breath is hot against Megumi’s neck, almost in a teasing way, because just two more inches or so and he can sink his teeth into the ivory column before him and claim Megumi forever. Yet, rationality remains intact for one of them, at least, and Yuuji seems to fight the urge. “You sure I can knot?”
Megumi’s response is animalistic as ever, just a guttural groan as he uses his legs to drag Yuuji’s hips closer. He even locks his ankles together. The alpha couldn’t pull out even if he wanted to. He swears he hears Yuuji chuckle. His knot is inflating by the second, catching on his entrance at every pass, stretching Megumi in a way that would normally be painful outside of heat. It’s the best sort of ache, if you ask him. An adorable, boyish whimper is let out right into his ear as Yuuji finally locks inside of him, hips trembling as he releases deep inside of the omega, thick ropes of cum that paint his pink insides white. Something primal inside of Megumi hopes it takes.
Dazedly, Megumi returns the feverish kiss to his lips that Yuuji provides, something that feels borderline romantic considering their current circumstances. Yuuji rests his forehead against his for a moment, their breath intermingling as they pant together. “I’m stuck for a bit,” Yuuji whispers. “Are you uncomfortable at all?”
“I think you should be my boyfriend…”
Yuuji chuckles. “Your boyfriend? Yeah?” He shuts his eyes momentarily in amusement. “I just met you.”
“But you fuck me like you’ve known me forever,” Megumi murmurs. He’s flushed pink, dark hair sticking to his forehead— he’s sure he looks a mess, but Yuuji’s pupils are blown as he stares at him. It makes Megumi feel like the prettiest omega in the world. That sort of hunger-fueled adoration is something that cannot be replicated. It’s so raw. Yuuji wants him and Megumi, in this very moment, knows that. It makes his blush deepen. “I feel good…”
“I’m glad you do,” Yuuji seems to be courteously keeping himself propped up, not wanting to plant his weight onto Megumi. “Want to swap?”
“Mmh?”
Megumi is completely boneless as Yuuji sits back and hauls him up with him, jostling his knot inside of Megumi in a way that has him whining. Yuuji hushes him, maneuvering himself to lie down with Megumi on top of him, allowing the omega to rest his head on his chest. His pecs are firm and warm. This is truly heavenly. Megumi purrs low in his throat when Yuuji starts to rub his back. “Don’t. I’ll fall asleep…” Megumi mumbles.
“That’s ideal, babe. Unless you feel uncomfortable, uh, sleepin’ like this. I’d understand that. But I’m not a weirdo! I swear!” Yuuji goes redder in the face. “Just— I’m kinda stuck, so—”
“You’re really cute…” Megumi comments, dragging his fingernail across Yuuji’s tanned skin. “‘S fine. I need you beside me in case my heat flares up in the morning.”
“Okay. Yeah. Just wake me up if you change your mind later in the night,” Yuuji continues his back rub, which is proving to be incredibly efficient at lulling Megumi to sleep. It greets him in no time at all, his smaller body going completely lax against Yuuji’s warmer frame.
—
Megumi wakes up feeling particularly refreshed.
It’s an unexpected development, because he usually awakens feeling as though he just got struck by a train, especially during his heat period. He turns his head to the side, looking out the window on the farther end of the room. It’s pouring outside. The clouds are a dark, angry grey. Megumi hauls himself up and looks down at himself, still naked, still pink in the skin. Right. Yuuji.
He probably left. The man’s scent lingers on the sheets, though, and it’s awfully comforting to be greeted by in the morning. It’s nice to have an alpha to sleep beside. Something about it makes Megumi feel so safe. He gets out of bed, throwing on a t-shirt after and pads out to the living room. It smells good. Really good. Megumi takes a few little sniffs at the air and makes his way to his kitchen, where Yuuji stands there in all of his glory, wide back facing him as he cooks up a whole assortment for, assumingly, Megumi. Eggs, sunny-side up with their yolks glistening in the kitchen light, bacon that sizzles and pops in its own fat, even fluffy pancakes stacked in a perfectly uniform pile.
The alpha probably smells him before he sees him, turning his head over to Megumi and casting him a wide smile. “Good morning! Seems like you slept good, huh?”
“You can cook?” Is Megumi’s inquiry instead of a response.
“Course I can! I live alone. Man's gotta eat…”
“And you cooked for me? I think we should have sex again.”
Yuuji sniffs once. “But your heat isn’t flaring up yet, Megumi.”
“The point is I would sleep with you outside of heat. You really know how to use that big, fat—”
“Easy there. I’ve got a lot of energy in the morning, you know,” Yuuji chuckles. “But, thank you. I’m seriously glad you enjoyed yourself, Megumi. All omegas deserve to feel good during their heats!”
He’s an angel. Megumi wants to suck on his dick until he’s a sobbing, overstimulated mess that’s tugging on his hair and begging him to stop. What a fucking cutie. The omega sits down at his meager dining table, where not even a minute later, Yuuji walks over with a loaded plate for him and places it in front of him.
“Thank you, Yuuji,” Megumi murmurs. “This is really kind of you.”
“Yeah?” Yuuji chuckles and bends down some, planting a kiss on his cheek, then under his ear. “I just know you’re gonna need the strength for later, is all.”
“Mm, really?” Megumi plays along, digging into his food as Yuuji trails kisses down his neck, one of his wide hands sliding to Megumi’s thigh. Has he died and gone to heaven? A total hunk is loving on him after cooking him a delicious breakfast. He thought that only happened to omegas in corny romcoms. But, Yuuji goes lower, under the table now as he kneels before Megumi. “Yuuji—”
“I need my breakfast too, don’t I?”
Megumi feels so warm after he says that. A flush even spreads to his ears as Yuuji pries his legs open, shuffling closer and burying his face between them.
Truly this has been the best mistake he has ever made. His mind goes essentially blank once Yuuji’s hot tongue is upon him, the last thought that runs through it being a mental thank you to his past self for that accidental swipe.