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Bokuto feels herself falter in her heels for a moment, bumping into Akaashi. Her breath feels so hot as it escapes her mouth, and she can only faintly feel Akaashi’s hand on her arm.
“Kuo…Kou are you okay?”
Bokuto looks at her, eyes blurry despite how wide she feels she’s trying to open them. Akaashi’s image comes in and out, the image of her in her small fitted black dress, long legs out in the open even in the brutal winter of December. She almost lost it when she saw them at the start of their night. Bokuto leans into the stone wall to her left with Akaashi at her right.
Her body is burning up with heat, and her heart racing like her blood is boiling. She can feel her head getting fuzzier and fuzzier with the need to sink her nails into a hip held tightly against her. But the embarrassment of knowing what this is, and the fear that Akaashi’s going to see her like this overwhelming her too much for her to act on that need.
“Keiji…” Bokuto whines softly, trying to meet her eyes and pleading with her.
“Kou you’re burning up, is—is something happening?” She asks like she can’t tell what it is, like she doesn’t already know because they’ve researched it together since Akaashi presented. Bokuto is what they call a late bloomer, her second instincts and gender buried so deep inside her it’s taken several extra years to push to the surface. But now Bokuto can feel it racing to the top with full speed, pulled out of her by the scent of Akaashi’s heavy perfume and natural floral aroma. It's intoxicating, and Bokuto knew things were changing the moment she smelt it weeks ago, when she could finally smell it for the first time. She almost didn’t know what it was at first, and then she realized it was something she desperately needed clinging to her own skin too. This is her worst nightmare.
They stop walking, Bokuto gasping for air and turns to press her back flat to the wall.
“I—I need to go home…” she mumbles. She closes her eyes briefly before looking at Akaashi again, Akaashi’s eyes filled with concern and something else that sends a chill down Bokuto’s spine. Caution. She can tell, too, that that caution is now bordering on fear.
Bokuto doesn’t like how that knowledge licks at her inside, drawing her forward into the want for Akaashi’s attention. She wants more of it.
“Okay,” Akaashi whispers, “My place isn’t far, we’re almost there.”
Bokuto is visiting for Akaashi’s birthday. That’s where they were, out at her dinner, celebrating. Her body couldn’t have picked a worst moment to finally present. And it’s made all the worse knowing that Akaashi’s about to find out what she’s always feared. Bokuto never wanted to be one, she wanted to be like Akaashi, like her sweet delicious submissive Akaashi. Fate has a funny way of working out, she guesses, and no matter how much she wanted to deny it when her body began to change, there’s no running from the fact that she’s presenting as an Alpha.
Akaashi holds Bokuto’s hand as they walk to her place, fingers wrapped tightly around her own. It’s driving Bokuto insane. Even the simplest of touch going straight to her head, and to the place between her legs she’s so desperately trying to hide.
But with every step and mumble under Akaashi’s breath she can’t hear, Bokuto feels her body ache. She wants Akaashi in her arms, wants the smell of her perforating the air so thickly it's like humidity, sitting heavily on her skin and making her sweat.
She’s on the brink of whispering Akaashi’s name, whispering the one she’s been given, the name Bokuto’s only ever said softly. But now the name sits swollen in the back of her throat needing to be pushed out with a growl, bursting against her teeth and desperate to sink into Akaashi’s skin with them.
Bokuto’s spent years trying to quell her feelings for Akaashi, trying to push them away for the sake of the omega’s feelings. But the blush on Akaashi’s cheeks is driving her mad right now, and telling her otherwise.
Akaashi pulls Bokuto by her wrist up the stoop of her apartment and through the front door. Bokuto is practically stumbling now, her legs shaking slightly. She follows quietly and the only sounds between them are the clacks of their heels and the jingle of Akaashi’s keys.
But the moment the door is unlocked, Bokuto’s will gives way to her instincts.
“Keiji…” Bokuto gasps, her mouth fitting so prettily around the syllables of Akaashi’s name. The sound of it fills the pit of her stomach like a syrup, and she feels full just by saying it. “Keiji.” She says it again, more firmly.
Akaashi turns around once she hears her name, looking at Bokuto with big blue eyes. The door shuts behind them, and the light stays off, and all there is in the room is the two of them and the weight of years worth of unspoken desperation.
“Ye—yes?” Akaashi mumbles. Bokuto can smell the moment her scent changes, the gentle Jasmin twisting into a heavy lustful sweetness. Only the briefest hint of fear lingering under it.
Bokuto takes a step closer. Akaashi takes a step back.
“Do you know what’s happening?” Bokuto asks, knowing the answer already.
Akaashi swallows, gulping down what they both know is the truth.
“You’re— you’re in heat?” She says, both knowing she doesn’t believe herself.
Bokuto shakes her head, uncomfortably moving a hand to her crotch. She cups herself, feeling herself hard under her dress, something new she’s never felt before. It feels delicious.
“I’m having my first rut.” Bokuto groans softly, almost a sigh. “And it’s all your fault.”
Akaashi’s reaction must happen before she has time to think, because in seconds a whimper escapes her throat, and Bokuto watches her slap a hand across her lips to hide it. Her scent floods heavier into the air, and Bokuto swears in the silence she can hear how Akaashi’s heart pounds in response to Bokuto’s accusation.
“It’s all your fault,” Bokuto whispers again, and takes a step forward. Suddenly her black dress feels like rope around her body, a satin restraint holding her body from what it needs. She can feel her cock start to lift and tent in the lace underwear she’s wearing, already soiling the soft material of her dress.
Suddenly the shame she’s felt for weeks around the changes in her body have faded to the back of her instincts, as her mouth waters and the sight of Akaashi taking a step back from her makes her want to surge forward.
“Kou…” Akaashi whispers. She can hear it, she can hear it so clearly, Akaashi’s racing heart, the hesitation and trembling uncertainty in her voice. She feels her cock kick and strain. Bokuto takes another step forward. “Kou, wait.”
Akaashi takes a step back for every one Bokuto takes closer, until the back of her thighs hit the armrest of the couch. Akaashi quickly glances back before looking at Bokuto with wide eyes. Bokuto crowds closer.
Her scent is flooding the air still, and Bokuto wonders if Akaashi can smell her as well, wonders if she’s already starting to soak her underwear and becoming loose for her.
“Bokuto-san.” Akaashi puts a hand out to Bokuto’s sternum, stopping her, trying to. Her scent is ice cold with fear. “We— we shouldn’t do anything rash,” Akaashi mumbles. She pushes gently on Bokuto’s center, her long nails curling just slightly to claw into Bokuto’s dress. But Bokuto doesn’t stop.
She puffs her chest out slowly, pressing firmly into Akaashi’s hand until she has to use all her little bit of weak strength as Bokuto slides closer still. It doesn’t do much.
“Keiji…”
“Bokuto-san, stop.” Akaashi pushes again, adding another hand and turning her head away to keep from looking at Bokuto. But when she does she inadvertently exposes the scent gland along her throat, giving Bokuto a full whiff of the desire in her body.
“Why?” Bokuto says slowly. Her voice doesn’t shake anymore, her body settled into the heat of her desires, flooded with the need to take whatever she wants.
“Cause—” she chokes on her words, “cause we’re—we’re just friends, you shouldn’t—”
“But you don’t want that do you?” Bokuto interrupts. Her hands slide to Akaashi’s waist, gripping tighter when Akaashi jumps in surprise. She revels in the soft gasp Akaashi lets out. “You don’t want to be just friends anymore.”
“That’s— That’s not true.” She pushes at her again. Bokuto bends her head closer to Akaashi’s throat, sucking in a deep and loud breath of Akaashi’s burning scent, all her emotions mixed up in it, the ice cold touch of fear that erupts into heat and desire. “I can smell how much you want me, it’s so obvious in the way your scent is just gushing from your gland.”
“Kou…”
Bokuto keeps still for a moment, holding Akaashi tightly in her grasp and watches her through hooded eyes. Akaashi swallows, a small whimper trembling out of her. Then slowly, the firm hand at Bokuto’s chest curls into a fist in the fabric of her dress. Bokuto’s lips curl into a wicked smile.
“Oh you smell heavenly,” Bokuto whispers, she bends closer. “You smell like everything I’ve ever wanted.”
Akaashi’s lips break open with a whine, finally letting out a full sound of submission, of an omega meant to be ruined. Bokuto feels driven crazy by the sound, a violent need erupting inside of her to hear that sound over and over again until it breaks on the sobs she can’t hold back.
Bokuto can’t hold herself back as she opens her mouth and drags her tongue over Akaashi’s scent gland. Her skin is as sweet as she’d always imagined. Akaashi is honey in a dress, so ready to melt easily in Bokuto’s mouth. Bokuto’s never seen or smelt a more perfect omega, a more perfect body to devour and knot. She never imagined she’d want to breed Akaashi this badly, fill her up and make her take more until she’s begging for Bokuto to stop.
“You’re so perfect,” Bokuto whispers. She wants to praise her. Because every time she does she feels Akaashi flinch in her grasp. “I bet you’ll feel perfect too, God… oh god I bet you taste like heaven, like you're a gift from the divine.” Bokuto pulls gently on Akaashi’s waist, taking another step forward with her mouth still at Akaashi’s throat, until her erection presses on the soft base of Akaashi’s belly. She rolls her hips softly, just barely so the tip rubs over Akaashi, imitating just how she’ll move when she finally bends her over. They both know it’s inevitable, Akaashi can’t escape it. And Bokuto knows she doesn’t want to.
“Kou…please,” Akaashi gasps. Bokuto can’t hear the plea in any way other than want, feeling the pull of Akaashi’s words dripping off her tongue into Bokuto’s ear. She can feel the soft heat of her breath.
“Oh I always knew you’d sound pretty begging, like you’re just made to be owned and submissive, right ‘Kaashi?” Her hands grip tighter. Bokuto pulls her a little closer and her cock jumps at the delicious feeling of Akaashi’s body pressing into it.
Bokuto grunts at the feeling, and the wet spot grows on her dress. “I just wanna fuck you, Keiji…please, please I need to put my cock inside you.”
Bokuto doesn’t wait for Akaashi to respond, lifting her head and meeting Akaashi’s wide eyes just briefly before taking her lips against her own.
Akaashi jumps, whining softly in surprise when Bokuto kisses her. Her fist bunches in Bokuto’s dress at her chest, filling the space between her breasts where her heartbeat thunders as loudly as Akaashi’s own.
Bokuto’s head is fuzzy, her blood hot under her skin and flooding all the parts of her that scream how much she needs Akaashi. She can’t hold herself back, another voice in her head simply screaming her onwards into a mess she knows she’s creating. But Akaashi is too tempting, too perfect in her little tight dress, legs shaking softly and breath catching in her throat. Every little whimper sends Bokuto surging forward like some animal chasing its prey. She’s too perfect. Perfect for her.
All of Bokuto’s senses are heightened, the feeling of her skin like electricity at every touch. Her sense of smell so sharp she can smell the slick starting to drip between Akaashi’s legs. Her panties are probably soaked, and Bokuto is delirious with the thought of how easy it’ll be to slip her cock inside, between the folds of her cunt into the tight hole Bokuto knows has never been touched.
Akaashi stays impossibly still for the first few moments that Bokuto kisses her. Until Bokuto moves her lips and touches her tongue to their seam, and Akaashi can’t seem to help break them open for her and gasps.
“That’s a good girl,” Bokuto whispers, and slips her tongue between those lips. Akaashi sinks into the kiss gently, moving her lips to close around Bokuto’s tongue and sucking on it. She whimpers at the slide of it inside her mouth, pulling now at Bokuto’s dress like she doesn’t want it to stop.
A growl rolls inside Bokuto’s throat as the hunger roots itself in the pit of her stomach. Her hand slides around Akaashi’s hip to the curve of her ass and she digs her fingers into the fat. Bokuto pulls Akaashi’s body closer and keeps her mouth pressed to her's. She presses her up against the armrest of the couch until she’s practically sitting on it and reaches a hand up the length of her spin.
She’s lost her patience with Akaashi’s dress now, her instinct running crazy. Bokuto’s hand slides up Akaashi’s back until it finds the back hem of her dress. She knows her strength is higher in her rut, she’s read about it. But she never expected how much, and how easily she’d be able to pull down on the back of Akaashi’s dress and the thin straps would snap like they were barely hanging on.
Akaashi jumps when the sound rings in both their ears, her other hand flinging to Bokuto’s waist.
“Wait, wait, Kou.”
“I’m not fucking you with it on,” Bokuto forces out. “I want to enjoy every inch of you without any distraction.”
She pulls down even more on the hem, the dress loosening and shrugging off slowly from Akaashi’s body. And Akaashi doesn’t make a move to stop it, still clinging to Bokuto as her hands roam and their lips hover impossibly close together. She whines softly, shuddering as Bokuto's fingers trail gently down her spine and push the dress with it. It slides easily from her body onto the floor and pools around her feet. Akaashi stands naked except for her underwear and small kitten heels, pressed to Bokuto’s body.
Bokuto sighs at the feeling of Akaashi’s hot flesh in her arms. Her hands roam up and over and around the curves of her body like she’s mapping out the plains with her fingertips. Then a giggle bubbles out of her, she gasps and pulls Akaashi closer, laughing softly and whining as Akaashi shakes in her arms. It’s so much, almost too much for her to handle.
“Kei—Keiji….” Bokuto mumbles. She feels her body flush and her nails rake over Akaashi’s skin in excitement. She wants to sink her teeth in her, dig her nails in until she leaves marks all over like a good alpha, like the one she knows she can be. She can be that for Akaashi, such a good alpha who fills her up and knots her every night. Bokuto feels her cock throb against Akaashi’s naked stomach, and Akaashi whines when she feels it too, clutching Bokuto.
“If—if I’m then…then you—mnh”
Bokuto smothers Akaashi’s lips with her own, moaning into Akaashi’s mouth as an answer to her request. Her hands let go and tear at her own dress, stripping herself down and kicking off her shoes as she presses Akaashi onto the couch.
Akaashi sits back on the arm rest, huffing with a small whimper as she submits to Bokuto’s raging will and desire. Their bodies part, both of them freezing. Akaashi looks up at Bokuto, meeting her gaze with a wide stricken expression. Then her eyes wander down slowly, both of them gasping softly. Bokuto keeps her eyes steady on Akaashi, already knowing what she looks like.
“Hm–nn,” Akaashi whimpers. She presses her legs closed and Bokuto watches as she bites into her lip. A smile curls onto Bokuto’s lips. She presses in slowly.
“You need it, don’t you?”
Akaashi seals her lips closed, bowing her head in shame quickly. She turns her head as Bokuto grows closer and her skin rises in goosebumps when Bokuto’s breath pushes gently on her pulse. Bokuto doesn’t wait for an answer.
She presses an open mouth to Akaashi’s throat and drags her tongue up the length. Akaashi sighs at the touch, shuddering with every grope and suck of Bokuto’s mouth. Whines fall out of her mouth as Bokuto follows the slope of her body lower, moaning softly as well. She can feel the heat rising under Akaashi’s skin.
Bokuto’s fingers slip under the hem of Akaashi’s panties now and start to pull at them. These too she wants off. The hungry alpha in her is violent with greed for Akaashi’s body, needing all of it open and pliable and shaking for her. The craving for her is like an emptiness that can only be filled by being between her legs, either on her knees, or buried inside of her and being squeezed by the walls of her dripping cunt. Bokuto needs Akaashi’s knees digging bruises into her hips and ribs, needs her locked against her as she’s fucked deep.
Bokuto’s teeth nip at Akaashi’s chest as she slowly pulls Akaashi’s underwear from her hips, Akaashi standing slightly and shifting for them to come off. She doesn’t resist anymore, giving in to every one of Bokuto’s whims now.
Bokuto lets the panties drop, and pulls her head away to look where she’s reaching. Bokuto reaches down with one hand and then the other to remove Akaashi’s shoes, tossing it all aside.
Her cock is heavy between her legs, bobbing as she moves and in need of attention. Her tip is swollen, dripping pathetically like the animal she’s becoming. All she knows is what she wants, and how she’s going to get it. When she bends down, she can smell the full scent of Akaashi’s swollen and soaking cunt. And for a moment she gets lost and frozen with intoxication. Her mouth starts to water and falls open. Bokuto’s nails dig deeply into Akaashi’s soft thigh, her whine suddenly the only thing that pulls her out of her madness, and Bokuto looks up.
Akaashi has small tears in her eyes, looking down at her and biting into her bottom lip. She whimpers and pulls on Bokuto’s shoulder.
“Kiss me…” Akaashi whispers, the first honest request from her lips, dripping slowly like a temptation luring Bokuto closer, like a desperate plea that’s been aching to be spoken for so long and now finally seeing air.
Bokuto stands quickly and surges into a kiss, cupping Akaashi’s soft round jaw and fitting against her lips like they were cut from the same stone. She mouths at her lips along with her and rocks forward with all her weight, pushing Akaashi back. Bokuto’s cock slides between Akaashi’s legs, dripping wet and catching on the cleft where her cunt opens around her clit before springing to rest against her stomach again. It makes Akaashi gasp into her mouth, mouth dropping open. Bokuto feels her shudder and pulls her closer. She whines softly.
“Keep making those sounds and I’m really going to ruin that cunt,” Bokuto whispers, “I’ll have it dripping and stretched around me, and you won't be able to stop making those sounds.” She moans into Akaashi’s mouth, body trembling at the thought as she gets hungrier and hungrier for Akaashi’s body, for the feeling of her on her cock tight and squirming cause she can just barely take it. Bokuto knows Akaashi’s never been fucked, never been knotted right like she’s supposed to be. She knows Akaashi like the back of her hand and she knows just how much experience she has. She knows how desperate she is. “don’t act like you don’t want it too,” Bokuto whispers. Akaashi whimpers.
Bokuto’s hands wrap around Akaashi’s waist, squeezing it firmly until Akaashi hisses in protest. She’s losing her patience. But what Akaashi does next both keeps her in line, and drives her crazy all the same.
Akaashi tilts her hips forward slightly, spreading her legs and sighs into Bokuto’s mouth again, a soft whine on its tail. She reaches for Bokuto’s hips and pulls them even closer. Bokuto groans loudly as Akaashi’s cunt slides up the length of her cock and sits on it, pressing it into the soft armrest of the couch. Bokuto’s cock throbs underneath her, settling perfectly against her clit and folds. Akaashi rocks.
“Need you,” she whispers, and Bokuto’s cock spurts precum onto the couch that soaks into Akaashi’s cunt as well. Bokuto whines softly and rolls her hips, gasping into Akaashi’s mouth again. Akaashi’s fingers dig deeper into Bokuto's hips.
“Say it,” Bokuto whispers. But she closes the gap before letting her answer, smothering Akaashi’s moan. Her hips roll and slides her cock between Akaashi and the couch. “Say what you need, I wanna hear you say it.”
“Kou…”
“No,” Bokuto demands. “say it or I’ll deny us both what we want.”
Akaashi whimpers and whines into Bokuto’s mouth, her legs trembling as the head of Bokuto’s cock catches and rubs briefly against her clit.
“Your knot…” she mumbles.
“I can't hear you,” Bokuto whispers, a smile curling onto her lips.
“I—I need your knot.”
Bokuto's lips cock at one corner.
“That’s right,” Bokuto sighs, “that’s right, you need it so badly you’re about to cry.” Bokuto pulls away briefly, meeting Akaashi’s gaze and finding the small tears perking in the corners of her eyes. Akaashi’s cheeks are bright pink, flushed perfectly with heat. Her breath is heavier, and Bokuto can feel the heat rushing under her skin.
“You’ve gone into heat now haven’t you?”
Akaashi nods, biting her lip and whimpering. She pinches her thighs and knees together at Bokuto’s hips, tipping her hips forward a little and rolling her hips. She grinds down on Bokuto’s wet cock, still sliding with short thrusts against her cunt.
“Then why don’t you turn around princess…and I’ll fill up that tight hole with exactly what you need.” Bokuto whispers it in her ear, hot breath brushing over the curl.
Akaashi gasps, hiding her face in the crook of Bokuto’s neck before whining. They both still their movements briefly, Bokuto giving her a moment to do as she’s told.
Slowly Akaashi slips her hips from the arm rest, still holding tightly to Bokuto. She moves hesitantly, letting Bokuto’s hands guide her and turn her around until her back is pressed to Bokuto’s chest, her breasts pressing firmly to her shoulder blades.
Bokuto’s hand wraps around Akaashi’s middle, dipping down over the soft shaved skin of her pussy, her middle finger sliding between her folds to rub slowly over her clit.
Akaashi moans, her head falling back onto Bokuto’s shoulder. Her legs get weak, knees buckling slightly and thighs pressing into the armrest. Bokuto’s thick cock rubs against her ass, the tip pressing to the small of her back. Bokuto’s hand at her base pulls her tight against her, the feeling of Akaashi’s body rubbing on her cock almost enough. But it doesn’t silence the desperate call to be swallowed by her wet cunt. She can’t help it when she throbs at the thought.
Bokuto presses her lips to the side of Akaashi’s throat, mouthing at her pulse before releasing her. She pulls with one hand on Akaashi’s hip, and with the other grips the base of her neck and starts to push her down.
Bokuto bends Akaashi over the arms rest, making her spread her legs and bend her knees so she’s completely relaxed. Her hips fold over the edge, body laying out on the seat cushions, thighs pressed to the side of the couch. Bokuto’s hips press firmly against the base of Akaashi’s ass.
“Yeah just like that,” Bokuto whispers. “Just like that, just relax and it’ll slip in easy.”
Akaashi spreads her arms above her head, pressing her cheek into the couch and Bokuto watches as her ribs shrink and expand with each shaky breath. She drags her hand from the nape of Akaashi’s neck down the center of her back, dragging her short nails she’s always kept trimmed and clean with vain hope that she might be able to do what she’s always dreamt of. Akaashi’s skin rises in goosebumps as she’s caressed, muscles visibly tensing again. Bokuto doesn’t know which she wants more, Akaashi’s body wound tight and being broken open by her, or loose and swallowing her up like she was made for it. Bokuto shivers, rolling her shoulders back and standing straight as she looks over Akaashi. Her tight waist wriggles and squirms slightly as she tries to get comfortable fully bent at the hips over the armrest, hips and ass in the air. Bokuto traces her hand from the small of Akaashi’s back over the curve of her pert ass, unable to help herself from bringing a palm sharply onto the fat, a loud clap echoing in the dark room followed by a broken moan. Bokuto does nothing but smile in response, her cock jumping at the pleasurable sound.
Finally Bokuto’s eyes follow the crease of Akaashi’s ass between her spread legs to the swollen and pink lips of Akaashi’s cunt. She’s never seen it from this angle, like something she knows she can push herself into, something she could bury her face against and lap at with a drooling tongue. Her knees almost buckle and bend so she can taste the sweet divinity of Akaashi’s slick leaking out slowly.
Bokuto’s cock throbs again. She can’t let herself get distracted, no matter how much she’d love to take her time, the raging need to knot Akaashi driving her mad, pushing her to grab herself. Bokuto wraps her hand around her cock and gasps softly at the firm grip of her own fingers. She takes a step closer and gently presses the tops of her thighs to the back of Akaashi’s, leaning against her letting her cock leak onto the crease of Akaashi’s ass. It drips down between her cheeks, dribbling slowly onto the lips of Akaashi’s cunt, mixing with her slick before soaking into the couch. Just the sight makes Bokuto’s cock throb aggressively, twitching in her hand with rushing heat. Even more precum pushes from her slit and drips down the length of her shaft. She might not last long.
Bokuto looks down at herself with hot air in her lungs, breathing heavily as she strokes her hand over her length and smears precum over it. When her hand reaches the base of her thick cock, her round knot fills her palm. She moans softly at the pressure, and squeezes gently. It feels good, the pressure, the feeling of something tight around her knot daring to pop it and make her spill over Akaashi’s ass before she’s even gotten a chance to fuck her. But she holds herself back, still throbbing for the perfect soaking cunt right in front of her.
Akaashi whimpers softly, bringing Bokuto’s attention back to her. Her hips wiggle slightly and Bokuto sees more slick drip out of Akaashi’s hole and down onto the couch. There’s a large wet spot forming under her, Bokuto can see it even in the dark. Her mouth waters again.
“You smell so needy,” Bokuto whispers, “Even though you’re hesitating I can smell how much your body is just aching for my cock. God you just wanna be filled up by me.”
Akaashi gasps then whimpers again as Bokuto pushes her cock down between her legs, dragging it over her ass to collect all the precum that’s dripped there and smear it into the folds of her cunt. She rubs her leaking cock over and over through the warm lips of Akaashi’s pussy, teasing her and herself with the heat of their bodies coming together. Bokuto groans, her head falling back, one hand gripping hard into Akaashi’s ass.
Bokuto’s raging instincts flood her head with heat, her blood surging with adrenaline and violent hunger to ram herself into Akaashi’s hole, to fuck her senseless until her cunt is owned, until she’s screaming out and begging to stop, overstimulated and squeezing around her. God she wants her soaked.
The head of her cock is warm inside Akaashi’s folds, still sliding up and down as Bokuto savors the feeling. Akaashi’s whimpering under her, hips shifting and wiggling softly as she’s played with, cunt gushing with slick with every slide of Bokuto’s cock. She’s not even inside her yet, but the rising heat in her body is calling her own instincts to beg for what Bokuto is giving her. Bokuto never imagined her first time to be with Akaashi in heat. She’s heard it's even better than normal. But she never thought she’d actually get to find out, get to feel how overflowing with heat an omega’s cunt can be, breedable and impatient.
“Kou…” Akaashi gasps, her voice is thin and breathy, barely there as she trembles. She’s so cute when she’s all submissive, when she’s bent over and presented for her alpha, if Bokuto is so greedy to claim to be that. Her alpha, the one that ruins her, that takes her wet cunt and fills it with a thick cock and empties into her, unable to resist popping her knot inside. Bokuto’s wildest dreams are suddenly so completely possible, and she can’t hold back from reaching out and taking them.
“Don’t worry, baby,” Bokuto whispers, “I’m gonna fill you up right now.”
Bokuto’s heart pounds in her chest as she looks down, pulling at Akaashi’s ass and with a thumb opens up her cunt to see her hole clearly, open and glistening with slick. She holds her own cock, fat even in her hand, swelling from an arousal she’s never felt even in her own experimentations with it. Her knot is tight and round at her base, and she’s careful as she holds herself. Bokuto rubs the tip of her cock one more time up and down the length of Akaashi’s cunt, catching on her hole just barely, making Akaashi moan. She moans so beautifully, Bokuto’s cock throbbing at the sound, and for a moment Bokuto just leaves her cock sitting there, her tip pressed to her entrance, leaking into Akaashi slowly every drop of arousal she feels for her.
“Be good and take it all for me,” Bokuto mumbles, “be a good omega and let me breed you.”
Bokuto slides her cock into Akaashi’s hole, pushing herself into the tight muscle that throbs as she stretches her out. Akaashi’s legs tremble the instant she’s penetrated, a deep low moan falling out of her. Her back arches as she takes it, ass pushing into the air, knees bending to lift herself and her cunt higher for easier use. Akaashi loses all her air in a single second, gasping and whining and whimpering with a trembling body.
“Fuuuck,” Bokuto gasps. Akaashi’s cunt sucks Bokuto in inch by inch, her hole wrapping around her cock perfectly. The heat of Akaashi’s body is intoxicating, mind breakingly good, like sinking into a sort of heaven of flesh that turns Bokuto’s bones into jelly, her own legs trembling and cock throbbing.
Bokuto pulls out to keep herself from coming, backing away and grasping her cock. She gasps and tries not to moan too loudly for fear that might send her over the edge. Akaashi cries out, body tensing as she feels the emptiness. Bokuto doesn’t miss the way Akaashi starts to whisper “no” over and over again.
“No…” Akaashi gasps softly, “no, please… fill me, I was so full.” Her sweet voice sounds almost out of place saying something so dirty, but Bokuto desperately wants to hear her say it again, say even more. Bokuto groans, and she clenches around her knot. She can feel it throb, begging to pop and spill all over Akaashi. But she wants to hold out, she wants to last, wants to fuck as deep and long into Akaashi. Even after, even filled with cum, she wants to keep fucking into Akaashi until she’s swelling up again and filling her up even more.
Bokuto rubs another thumb over Akaashi’s hole, stepping closer again and touching her tip to her entrance. She bites her bottom lip, sliding in again but only half way this time. Her eyes flutter at the wet heat and how Akaashi’s cunt throbs around her. She can feel herself leaking into Akaashi’s hole, precum spilling out of her slit in slow and steady threads.
“Yes, yes,” Akaashi whimpers, “oh god.” Bokuto hears her nails dig into the fabric of the couch, clawing at it as she clenches around her cock. “yes…”
Akaashi’s breath shakes, her hips shaking and twitching. Her body burns around Bokuto, spread open as her cock pushes in slowly. Bokuto inches into her with ease, but takes her time sinking in, throbbing at every centimeter, every bit further she goes. She has to try to control her breath, hold onto her sanity as the alpha inside her tries to rip out, as it screams at her to rut violently into Akaashi’s hole, to fill her fast and deep and not stop until she’s satisfied. And Akaashi seems to be fighting the same thing, holding back from bucking her hips back, clawing into the couch and whining even as her cunt spills slick over Bokuto’s cock, as it's pushed out of her.
Bokuto’s cock stretches Akaashi wide, filling her cunt to the brim down to her knot. Akaashi’s cunt is tight around Bokuto.
Bokuto bottoms out, hips pressing tightly to Akaashi’s ass, her legs spreading even further to make room for her. Akaashi whines. They both pause where they are, gasping for air and focused on the feeling of taking each other. Their bodies are both hot connected like this, burning each other up.
Akaashi’s slick smears into Bokuto’s pubes, sticking to them. Even with her knot keeping Bokuto from sinking all the way in, Bokuto tips her hips forward to press as close as possible against Akaashi’s soaking cunt. She moans softly as she moves her hips, rolling them with her cock inside Akaashi, grinding into her and throbbing against her walls. She can already tell she’s going to become addicted, beyond even her rut, beyond her instinct as an alpha, Bokuto is going to need Akaashi’s cunt constantly from this point on. Carnally.
Bokuto’s nails dig into Akaashi’s ass, spreading her cheeks and pushing her hips against her with slight urgency. She can’t help it, she can’t help but want to shove her knot in already and feel Akaashi break open by it. She wants to hear her whine and ask for it to pop inside her.
But Akaashi’s not ready, her cunt still too tight, in need of working open before it can be knotted like its meant to be, like Bokuto wants to so desperately.
“Fuck I need to move,” Bokuto gasps, giving one soft thrust as she feels her knot push on Akaashi’s hole. Akaashi yelps, whining as she feels herself stretch, Bokuto so impatient.
Bokuto pulls out slowly and starts with slow thrusts, moving easily in and out of Akaashi’s cunt, filling her up as deep as she can. She can feel Akaashi throbbing around her cock, slick still dripping out of her and stringing between them with every thrust. Her body feels on fire, cock twitching from the heat. With every long stroke of her hips Bokuto whines and throbs with pleasure. She’s leaking into her, cock spilling precum with so much need she’s scared again she might come too quickly. She can feel even her knot throbbing on every press against Akaashi’s swollen cunt. It’s overwhelming.
“Fuck Keiji, fuck you’re so hot, you’re fucking cunt is so hot.” Bokuto’s voice is higher, cracking as she thrusts in deeply and holds herself there. She grinds her hips again and Akaashi moans. Bokuto leans forward over Akaashi, reaching a hand to the center of her back and putting her weight on it, grinding harder and moaning every time she feels Akaashi’s cunt twitch. “God I can go so deep, you’re taking all of me like it's nothing.”
Akaashi’s back arches, pushing her ass harder against Bokuto’s hips. Akaashi’s nails dig into the fabric of the couch, and she whines without stopping. Bokuto doesn’t know if she’s mumbling anything, her whine too high in pitch, too broken by her heavy breathing and cries. But Bokuto’s brain almost loses control when she feels Akaashi start to roll her hips softly, legs spreading slowly. She wants it, she’s begging for it, opening herself up so Bokuto fucks even deeper, fills her cunt with her cock.
Bokuto puts more of her weight on Akaashi’s back, shoving her into the couch.
“That’s good, good girl, oh that’s so deep, fuck—” Bokuto’s hips shake, but she fights to keep them steady, pulling back and slamming in hard for the first time. She throws all her weight into each thrust, fucking hard and demanding until Akaashi’s moans are practically screams. Her thighs slam against the edge of the couch as Bokuto pounds into her, and the weight of Bokuto’s hand on her back makes her arch even more.
Akaashi’s cunt clenches around Bokuto’s cock when her knot pushes in half way, Akaashi gasping followed by a whine. She bends her knees and trembles, slick weeping out of her again. There’s a puddle on the ground between her legs, each thrust sloppy and loud punctuated by their moans. It’s almost shameful, the sounds of Bokuto’s body slamming against Akaashi’s, and the way they both can’t help but enjoy it.
“That’s it, Keiji, you want my knot don’t you, I can feel your cunt getting looser. You want me to knot you and fill you with cum?” Bokuto grips one of Akaashi’s hips, trembling slightly from the pleasure. She’s not gonna last much longer, her knot swelling up more and more by the second, it’s tight at the base of her cock, pushing roughly with each thrust at Akaashi’s entrance. It’s begging to be swallowed up.
“Nn— kn— knot me…” Akaashi whimpers, her voice trembling as her body shakes and tightens. “I wanna, I wanna come on your knot.”
Akaashi’s words drive Bokuto over the edge, her hips trembling and shaking suddenly, her instincts running wild finally. Bokuto holds Akaashi’s hips with both hands, pounding into her cunt and pulling her on and off her cock. She’s throbbing inside her, Akaashi’s cunt tightening around her as she gets close. Bokuto's mind goes fuzzy for a second as she’s driven by nothing but her rut, hips frantically thrusting in and out, until finally she slams in with as much force as she can, and Akaashi’s cunt swallows her knot all the way.
Akaashi cries out, clawing at the couch and shaking in Bokuto’s grip. Sobs roll off her tongue and she jerks her hips as she’s filled to the brim with Bokuto’s cock and knot, stretched out around it.
“fuck—fuck—fuck!” Akaashi whines, her cunt throbbing around Bokuto.
“That’s a good girl.” Bokuto is gasping for air, legs trembling. She hasn’t come yet, her knot still hard and unpopped, squeezed by Akaashi’s cunt. “You look so pretty on my cock, your cunt is so pretty filled with my knot.” Bokuto doesn’t pull out at all, but still thrusts forward against Akaashi’s ass, jerking her body forward with the force. “Now just slick me up so you can take it again and again.”
Almost on command Bokuto feels Akaashi’s cunt twitch with arousal, slick leaking out around the base of her knock, wetting her knot perfectly for Bokuto to slide out again.
Akaashi groans at the release of pressure, cunt fluttering when Bokuto’s still hard cock falls out of it. Bokuto strokes herself, moaning at her own touch. She rubs her thumb over her swollen tip, her cock still heavy and hot from being inside Akaashi. The cool air is almost shocking.
Bokuto cocks a smile as they breathe heavily, positioning her cock again at Akaashi’s entrance, rubbing the red leaking tip through her lips. She rubs it over Akaashi’s swollen clit, pulling another whine out of her. Bokuto pushes her hips forward and presses the tip hard to Akaashi’s clit.
“Go ahead…rub yourself on it,” Bokuto moans softly. Akaashi lets out a high pitch whine before doing as she’s told, rutting her hips over the armrest so her clit rubs up and down slowly against the slit of Bokuto’s cock. Bokuto holds it firmly. “Yeah just like that, just like that baby girl.”
Akaashi keeps humping the couch, soft moans slowly growing in long deep groans as her legs start to shake again. Her breath gets heavier and Bokuto can see she’s close.
Bokuto starts to rub her cock again over Akaashi’s clit, and slides three fingers into her hole. Akaashi gasps, Bokuto’s grip tight. She curls her fingers down inside of Akaashi, rubbing her cock faster on her clit and shoving deeper to fill her up as she does. She wants her close, she wants her right on the edge so when she shoves her knot back inside Akaashi can come on it.
When Akaashi’s moans get more erratic and loud, Bokuto pulls away, pulling her fingers out and quickly shoving her cock into Akaashi’s cunt and thrusting as deep as she can. Her knot forces its way inside, and Akaashi cries out again, body jumping at the shock.
Bokuto pulls back again, her knot popping out with a wet squelch, before thrusting forward and pulling Akaashi’s hips against her own. Bokuto keeps it up with a rough pace, forcing her knot in and out of Akaashi’s hole until she’s squirming below her, clawing at the couch and begging for Bokuto not to stop.
Finally, finally Bokuto feels her knot start to swell, the tension so high her knees start to shake. Her hips get erratic, trembling as she keeps pulling on Akaashi’s hips, trying desperately to keep her steady, keep her right there where it feels good.
“Gonna come, gonna come— gonna fill you up and pop my knot inside you, fill you with so much cum, ‘Kaashi.” Bokuto starts whining, moaning loudly as the fire in her gut builds and her cock throbs in Akaashi’s pussy. It's so hot around her, squeezing her tight as her knot fills her up and Bokuto slams in with a final thrust. She feels her knot pulse with heat and pressure that travels down the length of her cock, hot cum suddenly spilling out of her as her knot expands and locks them together. Bokuto can’t move, her hips shaking and still thrusting shortly as her cock keeps pumping, kicking against Akaashi’s walls.
She can’t help but try to keep thrusting, hips shaking, but with every pull Akaashi yelps and twitches, Bokuto’s knot pulling on the rim of her hole, too swollen to exit her. Her cock throbs inside Akaashi’s cunt, spilling white ropes that fill her hole. Bokuto can feel just how much cum there is, its heat spreading all around her cock with each small movement inside Akaashi. It soaks down the length of her cock, squeezing out of Akaashi’s cunt, around Bokuto’s knot and getting sticky in her pubic hair.
Akaashi moans loudly, sharp whines falling out of her as she bucks her hips and writhes on Bokuto’s cock.
“More more more more more,” she mumbles, pushing her ass back, clenching around Bokuto’s cock and trembling. “Want—want more cum inside me. Want to come on your cock.” She arches her back and spreads her legs as far as they’ll open with as weak as they are. “I want my alpha’s cock,” she whispers lastly, and what it does to Bokuto’s brain is almost hard to describe.
Bokuto’s head feels flooded with heat, pounding as her blood rushes. Her heart throbs in her chest as Akaashi begs for her, her cock jumping again inside her with a throbbing knot. Bokuto curses under her breath, gasping as she tries to thrust her hips again. She’s locked into Akaashi’s body still, simply pulling at her with each hump that brings a whine out of Akaashi. But she doesn’t stop, she slams her hips against Akaashi’s ass and rolls them, grinding into her cunt with force. She needs Akaashi to come on her, come on her cock and squeeze every last drop of cum out of her. She’s so sensitive too, Bokuto suspects she might come again just from feeling Akaashi climax around her.
“Fuck you feel so good,” Bokuto gasps. “Such a good omega… so good for me.”
Bokuto’s head is dizzy, her eyes starting to cross from the heat of Akaashi around her, still soaking the couch with her slick and taking her knot all the way. She can feel Akaashi’s cunt throbbing around her, sucking her in deeper with each roll of her hips and clenching down on her knot. Bokuto wishes she could go deeper, feel all of Akaashi’s insides around her and how they beg for more.
“Touch me, I need—I need you to touch me please—I wanna come,” Akaashi begs, clawing again at the couch, her words broken apart by her moans.
Bokuto does exactly as she says, leaning forward and reaching under Akaashi. She slides a hand between her spread legs and rubs two fingers through the lips of her cunt, finding her clit within a few seconds. Akaashi moans, twitching at the attention, then starting to shake as Bokuto rubs her fingers over the perfect little pearl. She gasps loudly and writhes, her body so clearly overwhelmed.
Bokuto keeps up her tight and jerking thrusts into Akaashi’s hole, fingers working her clit and lips and sliding through her all the way down to where she can even feel her own cock stretching Akaashi out. Her hole is filled so nicely, filled completely and swollen with her knot.
“Oh that’s a good girl,” Bokuto whispers, rubbing faster. “Does it feel good to be filled up so much? Filled up with my knot and cum.” Bokuto’s voice gets high at the excitement, her eyes crossing at how tight Akaashi’s pussy is gripping around her. “Mayb—maybe I’ll even get you pregnant, oh god what if I did that, what if I filled you with pups and you were mine forever—” Bokuto moans at the thought, her heart pounding with the pleasure of Akaashi being her’s, being claimed and owned and only ever for her to take and fill up.
Akaashi’s pussy throbs in Bokuto’s hand, the walls of her cunt twitching around her cock. Slick soaks around Bokuto’s fingers as she moans, and Bokuto’s fingers slip easily over her clit. She circles her fingers methodically, around and sideways and up and down, pressing down until Akaashi’s clit is squeezed against the bone of her pelvis. Akaashi’s moans get higher in pitch, turning into cries for mercy, the word please dripping out all messy.
“Please—please—please please please please pleasehee–eee.”
Bokuto rocks her hips harder, and quivers on top of her, rubbing her fingers faster side to side. Her cock is throbbing inside her, knot starting to swell further, twitching as precum leaks into her again. Even the minimal movement and friction is sending her into heaven, the tight squeezing or Akaashi’s needy cunt around her enough. She rubs her fingers faster.
“Yes, yes, yes, just like that baby, squeeze my cock like that, it feels so good, you feel so good taking my cock and knot. Gonna—gonna fill you up with more cum, fill you up and get you full and pregnant like I’m your mate. Just like that, just like that, you’re so tight you’re gonna make me come again, oh god, oh god—” Bokuto’s vision starts to blur, her hips snapping harder and jerking both of them. She almost doesn’t register when Akaashi’s moans start to devolve into screams, her nails clawing at the couch and she starts writhing like prey caught in a trap.
She humps against Akaashi’s ass with the full weight of her body, her swollen knot still locking them together and becoming even more tightly held still by the clenching of Akaashi’s cunt. Bokuto braces her other hand on the couch next to Akaashi’s body, using her arm around Akaashi’s waist to pull Akaashi’s body against her own, fucking in deeper. It’s loud in the room with their desperate pleas for each other, bodies aching for release when Akaashi’s screams crack in her throat. Bokuto can hear her air catch in her lungs and feel her cunt tighten around her more than any other moment tonight. She rubs at Akaashi’s clit as hard and fast as she can, trying to keep hold of her as her body shakes. Her thighs squeeze together and tremble around Bokuto’s hand, hips humping the couch erratically and she cries out with a gasp.
The feeling of Bokuto’s body being completely pulled in and tightly squeezed by Akaashi is overwhelming to the point of breaking her brain. Her vision blurs at the throbbing grip of Akaashi’s cunt, sucking in her knot until the head of her cock pushes on the entrance to her womb, filling her up so completely there’s no room for anything but her. The pressure is maddening, Bokuto’s brain going fuzzy and hips jerking violently until without warning she’s spilling everything inside Akaashi.
Bokuto’s mouth drops open as her head falls forward, drool spilling from her canines that have come out to protrude and claim. She groans loudly, growling from deep in her chest as her knot pops for a second time inside Akaashi’s cunt. Her cock kicks inside Akaashi and throbs against her walls, spilling cum into the tight space and filling her with it.
Slick is spilling down Akaashi’s thighs and legs, smearing over Bokuto’s too when they both feel the hot cum leak from around Bokuto’s thick cock. It drips down from Akaashi’s hole into the folds of her pussy, mixing with her own slick and flowing down the back of her still tightly squeezed thighs. She’s keeping her knees together and thighs trapping Bokuto’s hand, still convulsing through her orgasm as Bokuto’s fingers push her into overstimulation, as she takes Bokuto’s heavy load against her womb. And Bokuto still hasn’t stopped, her cock twitching and pulsing as cum spills from its slit in her hole and Akaashi’s body vibrates and writhes with pleasure.
“Kou—Kou—I’m gonnn— stop, stop or I’ll—Ahak—” Her toes curl against the ground, knees bending and hitting the side of the couch. Her back arches as Bokuto’s knot moves inside her with heavy thrusts still. It rubs against a spot that’s only ever been touched once with a toy, a spot so sensitive it sends her spiraling with only one brush.
“Can’t stop— can’t— can’t, Keiji, feels so good, so tight and warm, I’m—I’m—I can’t help myself.” Bokuto’s hips snap harshly one single time that makes Akaashi’s yelp before her hand suddenly circles the front of Akaashi’s throat, pulling her up off the couch with a choking grip. Bokuto’s chest presses to Akaashi’s back as she comes, shaking against Bokuto and at her mercy. Her hips grind against her as she mumbles and groans in Akaashi’s ear.
“So good. So good. Fuck your cunt is perfect.” Akaashi whines at her words, “Gonna claim you, gotta claim you so you're mine.”
Akaashi's eyes snap open, widening. Her mouth breaks open to speak.
“Kou wait, don’t—No!”
But Akaashi’s words nor her body do anything to stop Bokuto, her head bending and mouth opening and sinking her teeth into the side of Akaashi’s throat, claiming her against her scent gland for everyone to know in the future.
Akaashi cries out in pain, eyes rolling back in her head and her body shaking as Bokuto’s teeth pierce her skin with a bite that will last for months. Her hands fling to Bokuto, gripping the wrist by her throat and the back of her head. Her body jerks as Bokuto’s hips still hump her, and the feeling of both Bokuto’s cock inside her and her canines on her makes her dizzy with pleasure. The pain suddenly melts into her instincts to become pleasure, and the omega in her becomes tamed at the claim.
“Ma—my…alpha…” Akaashi sighs, eyes fluttering. Bokuto squeezes her tightly, fingers slowing down on her clit and hips standing still pressed to her ass. Her cock calms to only a throb as her brain returns to her and Bokuto pulls her mouth off of Akaashi’s throat. She gasps for breath as her own thoughts come back, head reaching clarity after a moment of both of them gasping.
Neither of them make a move to separate, Akaashi’s fingers gripping tightly to Bokuto, legs barely holding her up. Only Bokuto’s hand still between her legs and her cock stuffing her full and locked inside her keep her from sinking to her knees. Bokuto’s grip on her throat keeps her from falling forward onto the couch again.
Their bodies are hot against each other, the silence of their raw throats now settling on them. Neither of them speak. Only a small whine enters the room when Bokuto laps her tongue over the fresh claim mark on Akaashi’s throat.
“So good,” Bokuto whispers. Her hand slides out from between Akaashi’s thighs, fingers soaked in slick and cum, dragging up the front of her pussy and stomach. Bokuto’s hand pauses at the base of her belly and without warning pushes down. It makes Akaashi’s moan again, sudden pressure causing her cunt to throb again. She does it again and both of them moan again.
Bokuto’s cock is bulging in Akaashi’s front, pushing on her insides and filling her so much there’s a bump at the base of her belly. Bokuto massages it and pushes it down so it presses tighter on her insides. Both of them whine at the pressure, and Bokuto can feel her produce more slick that drips down the back of her thighs.
Akaashi can already feel her knees starting to shake again. This stillness, this break from their lust isn’t going to last very long. She knows it. They may not even make it to when Bokuto’s knot shrinks down. Bokuto won't be able to hold back.
“What am I gonna tell people when they see the claim mark?”
Bokuto pushes down on the bulge firmly, Akaashi bending forward slightly with a moan. Her legs shake, and Bokuto’s cock throbs inside her. She feels a hot string of cum leak from her cunt. Her cunt clenches around Bokuto, her back arching suddenly.
Bokuto lowers her fingers again towards Akaashi’s clit.
“Tell them the truth,” Bokuto whispers, lowering Akaashi onto the couch again, a hand moving to hold her hip. She leans over Akaashi until her chest presses to her back again. “Tell them, you have an alpha now.”