ASK: How about… omegaverse au featuring omega(s)! Hinata, Furihata, Sakurai, and Kenma experiencing their first heat since after getting together with their alpha!gf. Maybe a progression story for them getting to their gf to eventually actually mating with them? @3@ or however you see fit after reading my jumbled message.
I understand perfectly, I just hope I got this AU right and that you enjoy! Sorry it took so long!
It’s hot, plain and simple.
Kenma feels an annoying trickle of sweat snaking down the back of his neck. It’s distracting, which is bad since this level is really hard and he’s already died five times. Frowning, teeth grit, he endures, blessing the video game gods for an unexpected save point that allows him time to shuck his sweatshirt and socks. Did his roommate turn up the heater?
Downing the bottle of water next to him as though he’s just found an oasis in the desert, Kenma resumes his play, steadfastly ignoring the increasing temperature in favor of defeating the second form of the final boss on this level.
That is until Kuroo almost tears the hinges off his door. Startled the console falls from Kenma’s hands just as he was about to deal the finishing blow.
And he dies. Again.
But before he can reprimand Kuroo for his piss poor timing and completely unnecessary dramatics his former captain all but shouts, “What the fuck are you doing and why isn’t ______ here?”
Kenma stands, argument sharp on his tongue until he notices Kuroo is shivering slightly.
“Why are you cold? It’s like a furnace in here,” he says quietly.
When Hyuuga fixes him with that look, Furihata shrinks back. “How many times have you been told to make sure you’re with your alpha during your heat!” he snaps.
“Heat? Is…is that what’s happening?” Furihata asks voice shaky.
Hyuuga blinks rapidly. “You didn’t know? You…you’ve never had-”
Furihata shakes his head back and forth fast enough that Hyuuga’s afraid he’ll make himself pass out.
“Ok, ok, calm down,” he offers, stepping forward to attempt at comfort but the closer he gets the more his alpha calls to Furihata’s omega and that is not an experience he wants either of them to have. That and ______-chan will fucking murder him if he touches what’s hers. “Look,” he grits out, forcing himself to step back, “you need to get to her or get her here, which is it gonna be?”
“She’s not too far, I’ll run,” Furihata almost squeaks, tearing past Hyuuga who in the absence of the overwrought omega breathes a sigh of relief.
Maybe he can convince Riko to let him actually be the alpha tonight.
Sakurai pumps his legs but as his heat grows stronger so does the attention he’s garnering from other alphas. It’s embarrassing to say the least but he forces himself to focus only on getting to ______.
But in his haste and blind panic, he makes a wrong turn, ending up face to face with a group of women who positively radiate alpha.
“Oooooo, you’re a cutie,” one of them, a blonde, coos.
“And you smell so good,” another, this one with glasses, practically purrs.
“I…I’m sorry…” Sakurai whimpers, bottom lip trembling.
“No need to be sorry, love,” a previously unnoticed redhead assures, “but it does look like you could use some help. Feel like cooling off?”
The touch of a finger to his neck has Sakurai practicing salivating. He needs release but he doesn’t’ want it with just any alpha; he wants his alpha.
He shakes his head, back pedaling as fast as his shaking legs can take him. “So….sorry! I…I have to…I have a….”
“He has an alpha, bitches. Go get your own.”
Hinata whirls around, a mixture of relief and utter need playing across his face.
“What a shame, he’s a doll,” blondie supplies but backs off, they all do, when they see ______ will fuck them up if they touch what’s hers again.
“Come on Shoyou. I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me but I’ll take care of you,” she says, grabbing his hand and tugging him in the direction of her house.
“Gwah! I…I need…it hurts…it…burns,” Hinata pants.
“I know baby, but I’m not mating you in the street. It’d be like dumping blood in shark infested waters. We’re almost there, hang on.”
They run faster and the moment the door shuts Hinata is writhing and humping against her, eager for any friction or stimulation he can get. She grabs the back of his hair, tugging back to expose his neck and latches on making him cry out. Forgoing the bedroom, ______ shoves Hinata onto the couch, whips off his pants and hers then crawls on top of him.
Normally she’d like to take her time but Hinata looks fevered and she’s afraid he’s going to pass out. As she sinks onto him, taking his weeping and blood rushed cock, Hinata sobs her name, fingernails tearing at the cushions.
She stills, stroking his face and kissing him gently, allowing his breathing to come back down a bit. “It’s ok, you’re ok now,” she whispers, rocking her hips experimentally. When the groan Hinata lets out isn’t laced with pain, she smiles. “I’m going to ride you now, baby. I’m going to make it all better, ok?”
He nods, leaning up to kiss her, trailing his hands through her hair. She grabs his wrists, pinning them above his head. Drawing up she slams back down, making Hinata’s mouth fall open in a perfect “o”, his breathing increasing once more.
“Keep your eyes on me, Shoyou, let me watch you,” she insists.
He obeys, the standing tears in his eyes rolling down still flushed cheeks.
“I love you,” he gasps.
“I love you too, Shoyou. Now, be a good boy and come for me.” She rides harder, grinding down, pumping him for all he’s worth. “Come on, Shoyou. That’s it, that’s it, good boy. You’re such…a…good…boy.”
Hinata’s whole body tenses, the release of his seed erupting into her eager body.
When he goes slack, she gets up to gather a towel and some water. By the time she returns, Hinata is curled up on his side, fast asleep.
Smiling, she sits side legged on the floor, trailing a delicate touch over his cheek. She still needs release of her own but for now she’ll let her little omega rest.
It is his first heat after all.
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ASK: How about… omegaverse au featuring omega(s)! Hinata, Furihata, Sakurai, and Kenma experiencing their first heat since after getting together with their alpha!gf. Maybe a progression story for them getting to their gf to eventually actually mating with them? @3@ or however you see fit after reading my jumbled message.
I understand perfectly, I just hope I got this AU right and that you enjoy! Sorry it took so long!
It’s hot, plain and simple.
Kenma feels an annoying trickle of sweat snaking down the back of his neck. It’s distracting, which is bad since this level is really hard and he’s already died five times. Frowning, teeth grit, he endures, blessing the video game gods for an unexpected save point that allows him time to shuck his sweatshirt and socks. Did his roommate turn up the heater?
Downing the bottle of water next to him as though he’s just found an oasis in the desert, Kenma resumes his play, steadfastly ignoring the increasing temperature in favor of defeating the second form of the final boss on this level.
That is until Kuroo almost tears the hinges off his door. Startled the console falls from Kenma’s hands just as he was about to deal the finishing blow.
And he dies. Again.
But before he can reprimand Kuroo for his piss poor timing and completely unnecessary dramatics his former captain all but shouts, “What the fuck are you doing and why isn’t ______ here?”
Kenma stands, argument sharp on his tongue until he notices Kuroo is shivering slightly.
“Why are you cold? It’s like a furnace in here,” he says quietly.
When Hyuuga fixes him with that look, Furihata shrinks back. “How many times have you been told to make sure you’re with your alpha during your heat!” he snaps.
“Heat? Is…is that what’s happening?” Furihata asks voice shaky.
Hyuuga blinks rapidly. “You didn’t know? You…you’ve never had-”
Furihata shakes his head back and forth fast enough that Hyuuga’s afraid he’ll make himself pass out.
“Ok, ok, calm down,” he offers, stepping forward to attempt at comfort but the closer he gets the more his alpha calls to Furihata’s omega and that is not an experience he wants either of them to have. That and ______-chan will fucking murder him if he touches what’s hers. “Look,” he grits out, forcing himself to step back, “you need to get to her or get her here, which is it gonna be?”
“She’s not too far, I’ll run,” Furihata almost squeaks, tearing past Hyuuga who in the absence of the overwrought omega breathes a sigh of relief.
Maybe he can convince Riko to let him actually be the alpha tonight.
Sakurai pumps his legs but as his heat grows stronger so does the attention he’s garnering from other alphas. It’s embarrassing to say the least but he forces himself to focus only on getting to ______.
But in his haste and blind panic, he makes a wrong turn, ending up face to face with a group of women who positively radiate alpha.
“Oooooo, you’re a cutie,” one of them, a blonde, coos.
“And you smell so good,” another, this one with glasses, practically purrs.
“I…I’m sorry…” Sakurai whimpers, bottom lip trembling.
“No need to be sorry, love,” a previously unnoticed redhead assures, “but it does look like you could use some help. Feel like cooling off?”
The touch of a finger to his neck has Sakurai practicing salivating. He needs release but he doesn’t’ want it with just any alpha; he wants his alpha.
He shakes his head, back pedaling as fast as his shaking legs can take him. “So….sorry! I…I have to…I have a….”
“He has an alpha, bitches. Go get your own.”
Hinata whirls around, a mixture of relief and utter need playing across his face.
“What a shame, he’s a doll,” blondie supplies but backs off, they all do, when they see ______ will fuck them up if they touch what’s hers again.
“Come on Shoyou. I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me but I’ll take care of you,” she says, grabbing his hand and tugging him in the direction of her house.
“Gwah! I…I need…it hurts…it…burns,” Hinata pants.
“I know baby, but I’m not mating you in the street. It’d be like dumping blood in shark infested waters. We’re almost there, hang on.”
They run faster and the moment the door shuts Hinata is writhing and humping against her, eager for any friction or stimulation he can get. She grabs the back of his hair, tugging back to expose his neck and latches on making him cry out. Forgoing the bedroom, ______ shoves Hinata onto the couch, whips off his pants and hers then crawls on top of him.
Normally she’d like to take her time but Hinata looks fevered and she’s afraid he’s going to pass out. As she sinks onto him, taking his weeping and blood rushed cock, Hinata sobs her name, fingernails tearing at the cushions.
She stills, stroking his face and kissing him gently, allowing his breathing to come back down a bit. “It’s ok, you’re ok now,” she whispers, rocking her hips experimentally. When the groan Hinata lets out isn’t laced with pain, she smiles. “I’m going to ride you now, baby. I’m going to make it all better, ok?”
He nods, leaning up to kiss her, trailing his hands through her hair. She grabs his wrists, pinning them above his head. Drawing up she slams back down, making Hinata’s mouth fall open in a perfect “o”, his breathing increasing once more.
“Keep your eyes on me, Shoyou, let me watch you,” she insists.
He obeys, the standing tears in his eyes rolling down still flushed cheeks.
“I love you,” he gasps.
“I love you too, Shoyou. Now, be a good boy and come for me.” She rides harder, grinding down, pumping him for all he’s worth. “Come on, Shoyou. That’s it, that’s it, good boy. You’re such…a…good…boy.”
Hinata’s whole body tenses, the release of his seed erupting into her eager body.
When he goes slack, she gets up to gather a towel and some water. By the time she returns, Hinata is curled up on his side, fast asleep.
Smiling, she sits side legged on the floor, trailing a delicate touch over his cheek. She still needs release of her own but for now she’ll let her little omega rest.
It is his first heat after all.
Okay, okay lemme see here…. for a Bad Boy AU…. using Furihata, Yamaguchi, Okamura, Sakurai, and Yaku. Basically, the guys secretly being gang leaders, like, they hide it from their teammates, schoolmates, girlfriend… their everyday personalities are actually mild facades they use so no one would guess what they do after school lets out. One day, GF finds out because she is almost assaulted by a rival gang and the guys come to her rescue. Mild comical fluff? (if that is even possible) XD
I tried writing this in a style I’ve seen @sfw-haikyuu-nsfw
employ where there is a flowing narrative that incorporates all the characters
in “one” scene. I’m actually pretty pleased with how this turned out except that I completely forgot your request for “mild comical fluff” because I had a brief summary of the ask…whoops! Thanks for being ok with it changing, I hope you like it!
The shock of having her
feet knocked from under her and being pinned to the cold concrete stole her
voice momentarily. But then she’s screaming bloody murder. Clawing and biting
at her attacker she tries to get away but he’s too strong. Just when she feels
the tear of her shirt, her assailant is yanked off of her. Her eyes widen when
she sees who her rescuer is.
“You piece of shit, I thought I told you to stay out of my
turf!” Her eyes widen; she’s never
heard Yamaguchi use such language
ever. And his gaze is so hard and fierce she begins to wonder if he has a dual
personality. He stands rigid in a stare down with her attacker. “You best get
out of here if you know what’s good for you,” Yamaguchi almost growls and she
shivers. As he turns to look at her, he sees her flinch, the motion bringing
dullness to the fire burning in his eyes.
“_______,” Yaku
begins, reaching out hand, “Please I can explain-“
“Morisuke look out!” she shouts and he turns just in time to
dodge the sucker punch aimed at his head.
“You bastard!” he yells, moving swiftly to throw a punch of
his own.
She remains frozen, eyes wide as Yaku bobs and weaves, throwing
punches and kicks while obsorbing the same. She knew he had a temper from time
to time but this…this is something completely different.
And he knows what he’s doing. She gasps as more gang members
enter the darkening alleyway, faces full of ill intent.
Furihata knows he
has to get the upper hand and fast. He’s proven good at watching other’s
backs, but fighting on his own has always been more difficult. However, with
________ here, he knows he has no choice but to win. She’s depending on him
to protect her, even if she does currently appear to be just as afraid of him as
the asshole who attacked her.
Maybe more because suddenly he’s like a stranger to her. His
distraction leaves him open, the result being a swift kick to the gut which
takes him to the ground. In no time, he’s surrounded, his girlfriend screaming
in the background as he takes blow after blow.
Okamura covers his
head, irritated that he let his guard down so much that these ass wipes were
able to take advantage of it and bring him down. Blood is obscuring his vision
and it’s getting more difficult to breathe, no doubt thanks to the steel toed kicks to the
ribs he’s taken.
He’s finally able to reach the gun hidden in his waist band,
one shot then another echoing against the brick of the buildings. The deafening
explosions startle more than maim his attackers, his shots wild due to an
inability to see and a desire to make sure he’s not firing anywhere near where
________ is standing.
For the first time ever, he’s thankful to hear her screams.
It means she’s alive.
As the last of the punk asses who dared to mess with him and
his own flee the scene, Sakurai lays
still on the ground, too exhausted to move, his injuries making themselves
known with a vengeance as his adrenaline wears off. With tremendous effort, he
lifts his head, able to see _______ still standing frozen near the dead end.
His call of her name is weak but it seems to rouse her from
her stupor, her body flying forward to his position on the ground.
As she kneels next to him, he reaches up a bloodied hand to
her face, touching her gently. “I’m sorry,” he whispers before fainting.
Unsure what to do, she calls Aomine. Though she’s practically in
hysterics he manages to calm her down enough to get the information he
needs to come get them. On the way to their private hospital, she tries to pump him
for information but Aomine insists she wait to talk to Sakurai.
After all, it’s
his story to tell.
Kurobasweek 2017 – Day 1: Team “Our Basketball”
Day 01: Team –
“Our Basketball”
Kawahara’s chest felt like it was going to burst. A
throbbing tempo beat against his temple but he kept running. Ahead he could see
Kagami with the third years while he and the rest of the seconds were
struggling to keep up the pace. His legs ached and he was sure his toes were
blistered and bleeding by now. Soon enough he fell behind the group, even
Kuroko was ahead of him, and inhaled a deep breath.
He closed his eyes, slowing his pace further. Why was he
trying to hard? It’s wasn’t like he’d be off the bench any time soon, especially
with Koga honing his shots. Depressed thoughts consuming his consciousness,
Kawahara slowed to a walk. He felt just like last year when the temptation to
quit almost overwhelmed him.
A moment later, a hard hit to his back jarred him out of his
dark considerations.
“Come on,” Fukuda said, shoving him forward.
“Yeah, no slacking!” chimed in Furihata.
Kawahara groaned but picked the pace back up, the three of
them closing the distance to join the rest of the team.
“Alright, shooting drills!” shouted Riko when they made it
back to the gym.
Kawahara picked up a ball, bouncing it idly as he watched
the rest of the team moving about the court. Kagami was giving Kuroko a hard
time about his many missed shots earning a yell from Hyuga and a smack to the
back of the head from coach. The familiar scene made the small forward smirk.
His eyes moved to his fellow first years, the guys he’d
joined the team with. They’d all managed to get off the bench at least once
last season and now were pushing each other to get better, to not roll over and
just give away starter spots.
He couldn’t let them down by giving up now.
Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, Kawahara lined up
his shot, muttering something under his breath.
“What’d you say?” Koga asked sidling up next to him.
Kawahara looked at him, a friendly challenge in his eyes. He
pivoted, shooting the ball and nailing a perfect three-pointer. Looking back at
Koga he affirmed, “It’s our basketball,
too.”
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