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He listened to Stacey’s Mom a lot after he’d gotten the job- no explicit reason. It was just a summer job, something he could do a few days a week to ensure that he had fun money when the fall semester rolled around, and it didn’t hurt that he always got a nice tan.
It hurt even less that some moms liked to lay out on the patio while he cleaned their pools, flirting with him shamelessly while they drowned their unhappy marriages in cocktails and suntan lotion.
One, in particular, had his head spinning.
Atsumu. He was so pretty, with those thick thighs and that salon dyed blond hair, he had gorgeous sun kissed skin, like he lived outside by the pool that Omi came to clean once a week. Atsumu was 32 years old, but he’d say ‘I’m 20 in the ways that matter” when Sakusa asked, which spoke volumes. Atsumu had two kids, not that he raised them- there was a twenty-something year old beta girl doing that for a hefty salary inside, a highly recommended live-in Nanny that Atsumu’s husband was no doubt screwing.
Omi looked forward to Wednesdays. He wore his tightest swim trunks and made sure to oil his skin up before slipping into the back yard through the unlocked pool gate with his tools in hand.
“Morning, Miss.” He’d greet the baking mother in his pool chair, “Finish the last book?” He noted a new book cover, a buff man embracing a tiny woman, lusty eyes and muscles seemed to be the overarching theme.
“Mm, yeah. I needed a break after the last book, I guessed the killer only halfway through. I think i’m too smart for my own good, don’t you?” The man didn’t even look up from his book, sunglasses keeping face partially hidden.
“I think you’re clever as hell.” Omi chuckled, unscrewing the pool tank and taking a look at where things were situated, “And you look even more golden than last week, If i'm not mistaken.”
Tsumu cleared his throat, closing the book and peeking over his shades, smiling just slightly. He made a show of looking his pool boy up and down.
“Did they not have your size?” He nods to the skintight swimsuit, nibbling on his bottom lip, “Maybe I need to take you shopping sometime, so you have some clothes that fit.” It made Omi’s heartbeat a little faster to hear Atsumu threaten him with that kind of one on one attention.
“That’d be nice of you, but I should be just fine - your husband pays me plenty, I can afford it on my own. I guess I just like the snug fit.” he looks over his shoulder at his own ass. “You don’t like them?”
“I do.” The blond sighs, “I’d like to see them up close.” He holds his hand out, Expectantly.
Kiyoomi feels some blood rush to his dick, but he nods, abandoning his post to make his way towards the trophy wife who was clearly making the rules.
“Ah- what are you doing?” Atsumu held a hand out, palm facing Omi, “I said the shorts, you have work to do, don’t you?” and it all made sense. Atsumu expected Kiyoomi to strip naked and toss him his shorts and keep working bare-ass out. Omi couldn’t hide his blush, but he also couldn’t pretend he wasn’t 100% down for whatever was happening.
“Sorry, I dunno what came over me, Miss.” He looked down, thankful he was hard already as he peeled the forest green board shorts off, leaving him exposed as he walked over to the minx in the lounge chair, holding it out for examination, “Look as long as you like, I can let you know where I bought them if you want to get some for yourself.” he winked and walked towards the pool, “Back to work, for now.”
Atsumu pushed his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose so that he could stare inconspicuously (not that it was much of a secret) at the thick, hard cock that his young pool boy was sporting. Delicious. A young, fit, attractive Alpha walking around shamelessly on his pool deck, giving the seasoned mother a show.
“Very nice.” Atsumu called out, blatantly looking at Kiyoomi now, but holding the shorts up. “I might just have to inspect them closer.” And at a certain point, anyone could assume that this had nothing to do with shorts anymore.
Omi, hard at work, screwed the lid back onto a plastic container, feeling confident in his own body - at least confident enough to keep showing it off.
“Uh, where do you want these?” Omi was going out on a limb, he lifted the heavy buckets, knowing exactly where they went, but desperate for an in with this… Milf. He was a milf, let’s not dick around it, Atsumu was a 32 year old mother with a bangin’ body, a deep love of smutty romance novels, a closet full of lacey lingerie, a cheating husband and just enough ethical and moral ambiguity to be the best fuck of Kiyoomi’s life.
“Pool shed.” Atsumu turned down Sakusa’s obvious attempt to lure the blond to the shed for further guidance, “Then you can help me carry my book up to my bedroom. I left my checkbook up there.”
There we go.
His balls tightened at the implications of what was going to happen.
“Here,” Atsumu threw the shorts back, “You’re indecent.” And with that he gathered his things, just a pool towel and his book, pushing his shades up atop his head, so they pulled his hair back slightly and showed his pretty, tan face. “Waiting on you.” he called over his shoulder, humming and taking one last drink of some fruity cocktail.
Omi rushed over, jumping as he pulled his trunks on clumsily and took the book and towel from his employer. Atsumu simply nodded and walked, expecting Omi to follow him inside, where he’d only been once to use the restroom. The house was huge, a mansion in every way with chandeliers and high ceilings, beautiful marble floors and extravagant staircases - nothing short of a dream for someone like Sakusa who was living off of canned food 9 months out of the year and sharing a communal bathroom with a hall full of other guys in his dorm.
“You’re aware that I’m bringing you up to my room so you can fuck me, right?” Atsumu made his way up a winding staircase, speaking plainly, in a way that made Omi want to fall on his knees in front of him - such confidence could only come from someone who was well aware that they were irresistible. “And I feel that you have a lot of pent up aggression from your hard, trying, difficult daily life. I hope you’ll take that out on me,I’d love to feel something again, even if it is pain.” He laughed, “I sound so sad, I swear I’m not, it’s just that I drink constantly and i’m becoming numb as all hell and my husband hasn’t touched me in months, per my own request, I don’t fuck cheaters - I only spend their hard earned money to hire pool boys and ask them to do disgusting things to me.”
“I have no problem with that, Miss.” Kiyoomi followed the blond through a set of double doors into a large master suite. A huge bed, a couch by the window, a closet the size of his dorm room - he was out of place here, but he’d never been so happy to be in any room in his life.
“Get comfortable while I get pretty.” Atsumu waved him off, making his way to the closet.
“You’re already very pretty.”
“I know.” He slammed the door and Kiyoomi smacked his own face, convinced he was dreaming, hard as a rock already as the man's delicious scent lingered in the room. He felt his own inherent instinct to bitch the Omega mother taking over, but he sat still, this wasn’t his turf.
Rustling from within the closet made him only more excited, he felt a small rumble from within his chest, he wanted to burst in and fuck Atsumu against the wall, maybe on the floor beside rows of shoes that costed more than his textbooks.
“I think I'll wear white.” Atsumu said as the door swung open, “I’m a virgin, after all.”
Omi almost laughed, but he held it in, replacing it with a frustrated moan. The mother, the wife in a pretty, sheer babydoll set with thigh highs, lace and tulle around the panties that barely covered the one thing Kiyoomi was dying to see.
“You look so young and full of potential, Sakusa.” The housewife made his way to the bed, bending over the side, standing on his toes to raise his ass up and lay his head on the high thread count sheets, “Why don’t you come over here, Alpha?” he wiggled his ass in the air and arched his back in an extreme way- a way that made Omi move at lightning speeds to get into the position they both wanted him in.
“You’re a virgin?” Kiyoomi decided to play along with the pretty Omega, what harm could it do to indulge the object of his many fantasies in their own play, “I guess that means you’re not sure what to do, huh?” calloused, hard working hands trailed over dainty, moisturized skin. “So, that means you’re gonna follow my directions, right babygirl?”
The blond, face pressed into the mattress, but looking back over his shoulder, gave a nod.
“I wanna hear you say it, Miss.”
“M’gonna follow your directions.”
“Sir.” Kiyoomi held Atsumu by the hips and rubbing himself against the almost bare ass before him, covered lewdly by the lacey thong. “Call me Sir.”
Atsumu laughed a little.
“I’m not calling you that, Sweetheart.” The patronizing tone made Omi tighten his grip on the plump waist, bending down to envelope the resistant succubus.
“You will, or I can go to my next house and see if there’s another desperate, lonely Omega aching for my fat alpha cock.” He rutted against the folded over figure, inhaling the submission coming from Atsumu, his scent didn’t lie.
“... Please stay, Sir.” A soft squeak from the blond was enough to make Omi go insane.
He dropped to his knees behind Atsumu, pulling down the sad excuse for underwear and looked at the glistening, glorious view between his legs. Slick nearly dripping from the sopping cunt before him, begging him to clean it up.
“You’re such a dirty girl. A filthy virgin, huh? You’re already this wet just from imagining me knotting you, hm?” He playfully spread the round ass open as well, getting a full, uncensored view of the man. “You want me to fuck you so hard you can’t even get off with another man?”
“Yes!” To all of it, he wanted all of it, the whole thing sounded like something he’d touched himself thinking about, a fantasy come true.
“Yes, What?”
“Yes, Sir!”
Omi showed his appreciation by licking a stripe up Atsumu’s folds and biting at the lower lips, nibbling on them while his prey gasped and buckled their knees. Atsumu’s nails dug into the bedsheets and Omi kept going, his instinct guiding him, his lack of experience wasn’t evident to the blond, who was going crazy for every touch to his heat.
“You taste so sweet, Pretty girl.” /Lick./ “I love it, I could eat you every day.” /Lick./ “but you want me to fuck you, right?” He jutted his tongue into Atsumu, deep and passionate, making out with the slick coated pussy while he bathed in moans from the adorable mother.
Don’t say it.
“Yes- Yes Alpha, Sir!” He pushed back against the handsome face, unashamed of his own desperation. “Fuck me, please!” It’d been months, he couldn’t stress enough how desperate he was to be touched- wanted by someone so handsome and charming, this college kid with so much fight in him was the only man on his mind since the moment they met.
“I want a raise.” Omi snapped, he cared so little about the money - Money was powerful and exciting, sure- This was about control, though. “I want double what I’m making now.” His index and middle fingers found their way into his needy Omega and yielded a yelp of shock and enjoyment.
“You can have it, just fuck me!”
“You’re acting like you’re just entitled to my cock, but you're not. How often do you get told ‘no’, Princess?” Sakusa made his way back to his feet, thrusting his fingers in and out of the tight hole, soaking them with delicious slick and using one hand to pull his shorts down and kick them off.
“Never.”
“It shows. You're a bit of a bitch.” Atsumu’s knees were turning inwards and shaking, knocking against each other as he tried his best to stay solid and standing for Omi. “You have everything you want, but you’re still here begging me to use you. Do you have any idea how deplorable you look?”
“I don’t care, I want it!”
Kiyoomi laughed, genuinely a patronizing laugh, because this was so much better than what he’d ever imagined. He had fantasized about this curvy mom pity fucking him, maybe /allowing/ him to eat her out, but he had never even considered wielding this level of power over someone who spent more on a brunch with the PTA than he spent on rent.
“Flip over.” He growled, his lips grazing the blond’s sensitive neck. Despite the instruction, Omi couldn’t help but hold his accomplice down for a few more seconds, scenting subtly, a gift for Atsumu’s husband later. He dug his nails into the thigh highs, leaving runs in the stockings, hot breath on the Omega’s shoulder, He wanted to bite down and leave little marks - should he, though? He did.
Finally, he took the initiative and flipped his playmate, pulling him roughly to the edge of the bed by his legs and taking in the sight. What a goddamn sight. Atsumu looked so ravenous and breathless, he was so undisciplined and voracious that it made Omi want to make sure he never forgot the lesson he’d learn that day.
“I’m gonna fuck you, Little Lady.” He snarled, “You’re gonna take it and look pretty the whole time, like you do… So pretty.” he pressed against the wanton entrance, watching Atsumu writhe, preparing for the fullness he would soon feel. “Suck.” He pressed his thumb against barely parted lips, which opened up gratefully and followed instructions without question.
Did he have injections? He has pretty lips. Sakusa thought to himself as he slid into the Omega, just an inch or so, feeling the man bite down on his thumb and whine. He pushed in further, about halfway, pressing down on Atsumu’s tongue playfully.
Dont say it.
“Now,” He pulled out completely, the blond groaning at the loss of stimulation “Beg for it.”
“Dont! Please, just put it back!” He whined, turning his head to empty his mouth of the digit, emptiness consuming him, his body desperately trying to suck the Alpha back in. “Please, Alpha! Please, Sir! I want your cock in me!” He reached up, and started scratching at his pool boy, “Please! I’m begging like you asked!”
Omi hummed and smiled, the desolate distress was delicious to him.
“I wanna hear you say who’s pussy this is.”
“Fuck- It’s yours! All yours!” He cried out, praying that the man would just fuck him already.
“You look so pretty when you’re broken down to nothing.”
And with that, he started. A snap of his hips and he was buried all the way, balls deep inside the Omega, pumping himself roughly into those tight, warm, wet walls. Atsumu shrieked and arched into a bridge like pose, raising his hips and opening his legs.
“Fucking take it.” Sakusa had to work hard not to expose how much he wanted to cum already, his infatuation with his employers wife was making it hard to pretend he wasn’t feeling like the luckiest man alive, “you wanted this so bad, you better enjoy every second.”
Don’t fucking say it.
Atsumu cried, but nodded in response, too ruined to speak at first, just making lewd sounds and crying out for it harder and deeper.
“You’re gonna hire me back to clean twice a week and I’m gonna fuck you ever time I’m here.” Kiyoomi commanded between motions- the thought of doing this regularly wasn’t exactly helping him hold off his orgasm. “Understand? I dont give a shit what you have to do or what lies you have to tell your cheating fuck of a husband, but you’re mine now.”
Now Atsumu was cheating too, but Sakusa could happily live with being the weapon this beautiful Omega used to get back at his husband with. What a position- the job and the one he had Atsumu in now; hands on those petite ankles held by his ears while Omi pressed down with destructively rough thrusts, watching tears leak from brown eyes. The Alpha buried himself in the blond and lowered his face just enough to lick up his cheek, tasting salty tears. “You’re so edible…” He fought the urge, he wanted to call Atsumu something he knew he couldn’t come back from, he’d been fighting it the whole time.
He was losing the fight though, he had to evacuate before he did something unforgivable.
“Cum in me, Baby!” The Omega begged, sending Kiyoomi spiraling, he was going to say it.
“Mommy-” He groaned as he snapped and spilled into Atsumu, shuddering, shaking, ascending. He did his best to keep going through his climax, his thrusts hardly worth writing home about as they became weaker, just a series of motions in which he fucked his own seed deeper into the perfect cunt. “Mo...m..my..” He repeated, losing himself in the pleasure and collapsing on top of Atsumu, still inside him.
They laid in their own heat for a moment, the wife chuckling softly, playing with dark curls and smiling.
“You did such a good job, Honey. I almost believed you were in charge there.” He kissed Omi’s forehead, “Clean up and go grab Mommy’s checkbook, okay?” And the pool boy did, all charades had ended, Atsumu ran this show and Omi was lucky to be the poor kid who got picked to be his toy. He didn’t mind.
He’d be back on friday, roll up, listening to Stacey’s mom and wearing too-tight shorts all over again. Next time, he wouldn't hold back though, he was gonna call Atsumu Mommy from the start.