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With Tetsurou’s rut due in a week Kenma had to make preparations, not necessarily big ones since they’ve been together since high school, but one certain request that Tetsurou was still too shy to ask for. It did amuse Kenma on some level given that they tied the knot last winter and they were both well on their way to being rather successful in their current career lines, but there were still a few ‘secret’ kinks that his husband hesitated to talk about.
Kenma stepped into Tetsurou’s rut den, a divider separated it from Kenma’s nest that was in the same room on the opposite side, and beelined towards the smaller dresser that was set up by the piles of blankets and pillows. Kenma typically didn’t care to dig through Tetsurou’s personal things and vice versa, but this was an important mission and he had to show his husband that it was okay to delve into his freaky side.
Even if Kenma was far more depraved in his sexual fantasies, which should make Tetsurou comfortable with speaking to him on his own... but he’s a bit sexually repressed and obsessed with making sure Kenma is happy and well fucked. Kenma sometimes wonders if he noticed too late, they were each other’s first and only sexual partners and his alpha has always been so good to him.
It was when the topic popped up with his fellow omega friends that they were talking about their sex lives and their alpha’s kinks and when it came to Tetsurou? That man was the definition of vanilla, which Kenma was fine with... but there were some tells, some signs that Tetsuro was more into certain things, he just never voiced it.
So Kenma decided during that spicy lunch to see just what would provoke Tetsurou, yes they could talk about it, but despite Tetsurou’s sex god, totally handsome god tier appearance, he got flustered when it came to sex. The same man would send Kenma a voice note talking in explicit detail about how he’s going to wreck Kenma’s pussy and fill him full with pups, yet bringing up the topic of his own kinks was like pulling teeth.
And it was because of Tetsurou being built This Way that Kenma needed to take (mildly) drastic measures and dig into his rut drawer to find the neatly folded section of Kenma’s panties that Tetsurou quietly stole. Some were his favorite pairs, others Kenma could probably live without seeing again, but above all... Tetsurou loved to jerk with them on his rut when Kenma couldn’t put off work or classes.
The omega’s scent fairly lingered on the underwear which ranged from innocent cotton, sexy lace, sheer fabric, silk, crotchless, you name it and Tetsurou has likely procured it from their bedroom dresser and slipped it in here. Tetsurou also brought Kenma a majority of the panties he owned since the omega didn’t really care either way, but wearing them made his husband happy and horny.
Was stealing them a part of his fetish though? Kenma thankfully never noticed another omega’s underwear in his stash, so it was only focused on him. How could Kenma
play along with this if so... he’s thought out a few scenarios and one sprung up at the forefront now that he was placing all the panties on the blanket.
Kenma rid himself of his clothing that only consisted of one of Tetsurou’s old Nekoma hoodies and a pair of gym shorts, replacing those with a red striped cotton pair that felt a little tight on him. His small omega cock could barely fit into them and the tip spilled out from above the waistband, his mate would probably love that in particular.
Much like scenting anything else he wore, Kenma tossed himself down into the pile of underwear, grabbing them and rubbing them along his scent glands on his wrists and neck. This was pretty light compared to some of the things Kenma had Tetsurou do to him in the past, yet it still felt so dirty and perverted to roll around in his own panties and drench them in his sweet, cinnamon scent.
He held a lace pair in his mouth as he brought another down to rub on his cock, pushing the striped panties down his chubby thighs so he could instead rub his slick cunt on the fabric. How would Tetsurou feel seeing his cute omega wife laid out like this, his warm slick dripping onto his underwear while Kenma is pleasuring himself with it?
Kenma buried his nose into the blanket to pick up his alpha’s distinct scent, his last rut was three months ago yet it’s as if he was just in here last night. Maybe he liked to masturbate here alone on the rare occasion Kenma was out, he'd nab a pair of panties from the drawer and go wild with it.
His well composed, professional JVA marketer, fucking heart throb of a generation husband looking forward to this , keeping it a secret from Kenma because he was probably embarrassed about it. God that turned on Kenma even more as his fingers pressed down on his clit, knowing pretty fucking well how many loads his alpha could pump into him and all of that cum covering these panties?
He must’ve washed them along with everything else when his ruts were over.
Fuck he adored his perverted alpha.
“Sweetheart?” Tetsurou’s deep voice chimed through the doorway as Kenma didn’t close it and he saw his alpha’s head pop in, “oh... that’s where you... were.”
Kenma turned onto his back, his teeth still clutching onto a lace pair while his tiny body was decorated in the others. Tetsurou’s gaze drifted downwards to see Kenma fingering his wet pussy, his little cock leaking onto his stomach and the striped panties hanging onto his thighs.
“Alpha...” Kenma only had to utter the word once before Tetsurou was immediately stripping down to his boxers and joining him, his large body easily covering his small omega. Their tongues met in quick succession as Kenma threaded his fingers in Tetsurou’s dark hair and was so hungry for his husband, he wanted to be knotted now like the good omega wife he is.
“What are you doing with my stash?” Tetsurou asked as he went to leave kisses along Kenma’s neck, tracing his tongue over the scent gland there.
“I wanted to scent them for you since you won’t ask me to,” Kenma said, getting a small chuckle out of his alpha.
“It’s... weird to ask...”
“Not any weirder than you wanting me to scent your tie or handkerchief or your entire suit,” Kenma said, “you don’t have to be shy about it, babe.”
“I know , it’s just... sensitive,” Tetsurou murmured, nuzzling his face into Kenma’s neck, “I do appreciate you doing it though...”
“Are you afraid I’ll call you a panty stealing freak and leave you for Hajime?”
That got a louder laugh out of Tetsurou, along with a small nip to his neck, “absolutely not, and why Haji? That’s a random pick.”
“Have you seen how big his muscles are? Always flexing them on instagram,” Kenma mused, “would be so nice to-”
“ Oi , you’re both married men,” Tetsurou's low growl sent a shiver of arousal to Kenma’s genitals, “don’t be thinking about another alpha in my rutting den.”
“Ugh, so possessive of you,” Kenma teased as he dropped his hand onto Tetsurou’s shoulder and went to nudge him onto his back, “move, I want to try something.”
Tetsurou followed his wife’s orders and was soon flat on his back with Kenma going to straddle his waist. The omega tugged off his boxers, pleased that Tetsurou was already sporting a semi and went to give it a few strokes before lowering his pussy onto it.
Tetsurou groaned as Kenma’s tight heat surrounded him, his long fingers holding Kenma’s small waist as he gave a couple thrusts upwards into him. Kenma reached for the pair of pink lace panties that were damp with his slick and pushed them against Tetsurou’s nose.
The alpha responded in kind, burying his nose into the fabric and thrusted faster into his omega, that’s it . Tetsurou stuck his tongue out to lick the panties too, his horny desperation and arousal was written all over his increasingly flush face.
“This really gets you off, huh?” Kenma wasn’t moving his hips at all, but Tetsurou’s iron grip on him would've made that somewhat difficult, “you sniff my panties and jerk off to it?”
“Yeah...” Tetsurou said, his lips and cheeks shiny from the slick as he inhaled Kenma’s scent on the undergarments, “turns me on so fucking much, baby.”
“What a pervert, now you’re going to use my cunt like a fuck toy?” Kenma was trying his best to sound calm, but with Tetsurou fucking up into him harder with every word, it was proving to be quite the task, “I’m right here and all you want is my panties.”
“Give me your wrist then,” Tetsurou’s low command had Kenma automatically bringing his wrist towards his mate’s mouth. His long tongue swiped up the smaller scent gland there, his canines bared just enough to make Kenma whimper, yes he had a thing for Tetsurou nibbling on his wrist.
Tetsurou smirked as he saw and felt the effect of Kenma’s cunt tightening around his cock, the alpha gave the scent gland little kitten licks just to tease. The double stimulation of being fucked and his sensitive gland getting spoiled by Tetsurou’s tongue had slick gushing out of him, it was almost unfair.
“Mmm... I wanna try somethin’ too...” there was a mischievous glint in Tetsurou’s eyes, but Kenma was more than willing to ignore that as his husband flipped their positions once more. He grabbed a random pair of panties, using them to bind Kenma’s wrists just above his head and draped a dozen kisses on his cheeks, lips, neck, making Kenma wonder just what is it that he wanted to do.
“Uh...” Tetsurou’s shy disposition make its cute return and Kenma wants to lean up and kiss him, “... can I tickle you while I’m fucking you?”
“Yes,” Kenma doesn’t even give it a second thought, he’ll bite down the urge to tease his husband too because it’s so rare for Tetsurou to ask him for anything, to voice his own desires, “you can do whatever you want to me, alpha.”
There’s a soft smile on those lips that Kenma does get to smooch once Tetsurou leans into him, he loves his alpha so much . Tetsurou drags off the panties that were hanging on his thighs, slotting himself comfortably between Kenma’s legs and easily sliding his thick cock into his waiting heat.
Kenma moaned from the ever welcoming feeling of being full and complete with his husband seated inside of him. Tetsurou’s fingertips ghosted along his ticklish sides as his cock thrusted slowly, thinking on it Tetsurou did like wrestling and torturing Kenma with tickles back in high school... but he didn’t think it was a fetish.
“Tetsurou...” a giggle slipped out from Kenma’s lips, his wrists instinctively pulling at the knot of the panties binding them, but this only fueled Tetsurou on further. The speed of his thrusts increased as his fingers ascended Kenma’s small body, landing Tetsurou on his target of sensitive armpits.
Kenma was squirming on his cock and whining about it being too much , which must’ve felt fantastic as Tetsurou was seriously fucking into him now. His alpha looking so amused as his little omega was overwhelmed by his fat cock punishing his cunt and being ruthlessly tickled at the same time? Rude .
“God you’re so cute like this, sweet thing,” Tetsurou drawled, “think I can cum just from watching ya writhe and beg for mercy.”
“You’re a- a sadist,” Kenma whined as his back arched off of pillows, and Tetsurou certainly wasn’t letting him, he was savoring every damn, torturous second of this, “ daddy !”
“Hm, do you want me to stop? Or do you want daddy’s knot to stuff you?”
“I... I...” Tetsurou was not making this easier to answer as he slammed deep into his omega, one of his hands dropping to squeeze Kenma’s little cock. Just one touch alone was enough to have him clenching harder around Tetsurou, he felt overstimulated even if he hadn’t cum again.
“Use your words, pretty baby,” Tetsurou’s breath was hot on his ear, shivers ran down his spine as teeth grazed his ear lobe and nipped just under his jaw, “daddy doesn’t know what to do if you don’t tell me.”
“I just want your knot, please, ” tears burned at the corners of Kenma’s eyes, “need you, need my alpha... alpha .”
“You’re even sweeter when you’re crying,” Tetsurou said against his neck, licking a long, wet stripe over his scent gland before finally biting into it. Kenma was so damn sensitive everywhere, his skin was on fire and he was riding the edge as Tetsurou pounded quickly into his wet heat.
That paired with Tetsurou’s heavy, thick scent filling the rutting den and Kenma’s head with an aroused haze, one that had him sinking happily into this space. His orgasm crushed through him, his stomach messy with cum as slick and arousal was dripping out of his abused pussy.
He felt and cherished how his walls were stretched out further from Tetsurou’s knot swelling in him, how his hot loads flooded his little omega and had him bloated with cum. They were still years off from starting a family of their own, but damn if Kenma didn’t want to ditch the birth control to have Tetsurou’s pups every time he was knotted so lovingly.
“I liked that.”
It was quiet and Tetsurou’s face was either warm from exertion or embarrassment as he nuzzled Kenma’s chest.
“Good, we should explore more of your perverted kinks, Tetsu.”
Tetsurou hummed in approval, going to undo the knotted panties before wrapping his arms around Kenma’s waist, holding him as if they could get any closer than this. Adulthood brought so many responsibilities and sometimes their schedules were completely out of sync, but Kenma hoped that moments like these... the quiet, intimate ones would never cease between them.
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