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“I’m home now,” Isagi announced, stepping through his front door, immediately closing it with the back of his heel. His hands were occupied with bags of necessities, food, and hydration, his cheek cradling his phone, although his neck was getting sore from the awkward position. He promptly plopped the bags on the ground, straightening himself, lightly massaging that particular sore spot around his neck.

“Did you lock your door?” Chigiri asked through the line, his voice laced with concern.

“Really?” Isagi huffed, feeling irritated by this treatment. He’s not some delicate princess!

“Safety measures, Isagi. Now, go lock your door. I won’t hang up until I hear that click.” Chigiri demanded. “Honestly, you shouldn’t even be wandering out in your condition anyway. You should've told me, and I would’ve gotten your things for you.”

“I wasn’t even out that long.” Isagi hissed, feeling warmer now that he’s home. He put his phone on speaker mode and loudly locked his door, ensuring his friend heard it.

“It’s dangerous,” Chigiri punctuated. Isagi rolled his eyes. “stop rolling your eyes. Since you’re home, I’ll let you go. Rest easy and let me know if you need anything. And please, be responsible.”

“I’ll be fine. I’ll talk to you later.” After another set of cordial goodbyes, Isagi hung up from the pleasantries.

He felt his mind getting foggy, his perspiration getting worse, and the familiar fleeting pangs churning around his navel area. He needed to hurry and put away everything and organize so he would feel comfortable during one of his vulnerable moments. He hastily put away drinks in their respective designations within his fridge. He surveyed his pre-cooked meals, unsure if it was adequate, but honestly, he didn’t eat much during his cycle anyway. Rather, he preferred snacking, so he got various fruits, nuts, and some unhealthy snacks for a quick bite. He’d be fine.

Another phantom pang made him groan, mentally unready for the excruciating uneasiness of his heat. He decided to take a shower and make himself clean before he succumbed to his biological need and suffered from loneliness. Idly, he hoped his heat wouldn’t be terrible like his previous ones. Maybe his lady luck would be on his side and grant him his wish of a peaceful heat cycle: fewer cramps that aren’t debilitating, less sweat production that won’t saturate his bedsheets, and perhaps his heat will be satisfied with his knotting toys rather than desiring an actual alpha knot. Oh, and hopefully, his cycle would last only a day instead of days.

Optimism doesn’t hurt, right?

He felt a familiar dribble from his cunt. He better hurry and take a shower.

Kami, please, let me have an easy heat for once in my life, please.

***

Let me fucking die.

Isagi lay in his bed, surrounded by myriad items that brought him comfort. He felt proud of himself; he carefully placed his favorite plush pillows where he’d rest his head, knowing the softness would please him. The sheets were clean and didn’t cause any discomfort when he rubbed his bare skin against the fabrics. His favorite blanket felt nice, not too heavy, not too suffocating, and washed with his favorite fabric softener. Despite feeling cozy, his body felt heavy as lead, his mind hazy as the aches began to feel more pronounced, and his cramps were coming in harsh waves.

One corner of his bed was filled with other blankets that held sentimental value from his years of being alive—such as blankets include his childhood blankie that was kept in pristine condition thanks to his mom for her diligence; another blanket was from his childhood best friend, who gave it to him during their time at camp when he was severely missing his parents; and another blanket was given to him from his best friend Chigiri who gifted it to him for his birthday during high school. His recent blanket addition was from Nagi, who allowed him to keep it after an impromptu sleepover at Nagi’s house (Isagi was drunk, so Nagi didn’t want to deal with the hassle of dropping him off at his own home, so he dragged Isagi back to his place). He must’ve noticed how much Isagi adored the soft material because he wrapped himself up so cozily despite feeling like utter shit from overconsumption of alcohol. Isagi refused to let Nagi know he simply liked the soft blanket because it was overly saturated with his scent.

Isagi’s bed was pushed against a corner, so one side of the bed lined up against the wall perfectly. He made sure to line that side with various pieces of clothing that brought him ease. Amongst his clothes were other articles from others he had taken out of sheer fondness, with or without their permission. Plenty of hoodies he’d taken belonged to his friends—including Chigiri’s beloved cashmere sweater or Bachira’s football jersey from his university days. He even took Kunigami’s workout shirt. One-time Isagi got brave and demanded Sae for his silk dress shirt because he adored the fabric and felt nice when he nuzzled his cheek on it (Isagi made sure to not have any of his private fluids dirty that shirt even though he breathed heavily into it during his own intimate moments). He even stole Rin’s wristband to add to his nest. Some other articles would include Reo’s tie that he haphazardly placed on Isagi’s couch, Nanase gifting him his own beanie on a heavy snow day to keep Isagi warm, and even Kuso’s glasses made their way to his nest. Anything amongst his large friend crowd, if Isagi became particularly attached to something of theirs, he would sometimes ask for it, or they would offer it, or he’ll just take it. One of his prize possessions was Bunny’s jersey that was comically large on Isagi; the hem reached mid-thigh, the straps would slip off his shoulder whenever he wore it, exposing his collarbone, and more often than not (especially during his heat), the hem would ride up to his ass whenever he vigorously bounced himself on his dildos.

On the opposite side of his bed, where things could fall off easily if he weren’t careful, were miscellaneous things he adored. The excessive pile consisted mainly of plushies and pillows, along with a few strays of randomized trinkets that he felt like belonged to his pile. At times when he wanted to hug something for comfort, he'd latch onto his large ebi plushie gifted from Reo. He had palm-sized soots scattered in the pile from Ness, who figured out he enjoyed the Studio Ghibli franchise, therefore occasionally depositing randomized prizes in Isagi’s hands. Baffled, Isagi still courteously thanked him and learned to accept Ness’s eccentric ways. His plush pile continued to expand thanks to his friends, such as Yukimiya gifting him a penguin plush pillow or a cute, adorable plague doctor bird plush from Karasu or he’ll often reach for the fluffiest sheep pillow Hiori bestowed upon him. Another favorite item to cuddle with is a body pillow that Barou had delivered to his home on a random weekday, claiming it’ll provide adequate support, which is doubtful, until Isagi came to understand he enjoyed lying on the body pillow. The pillow provided immaculate support for his back and neck, thus becoming an instant favorite.

“Ugh…” he groaned into his plush toy. He curled up in a fetal position, dealing with currents of cramps attacking his belly area with the addition of nausea. His feverish body ached, temperature skyrocketing as he shed his soft pajamas from his body in hopes to ease his discomfort. Despite feeling too warm, he also felt too chilled with the lack of an alpha body to provide the pleasure he desperately desired.

He felt his cunt begin to dangerously soak his underwear; his biological need begging him to grind against something or have something in him. Near his plushie pile was a small hoard of his sex toys, ranging from a large knotting dildo to one that vibrates heavily within him. Some hours, it’ll provide short-term relief, although it really doesn’t. While some omegas have terrible heats that are debilitating, Isagi is fortunate he’s predominantly cognizant during his cycle; it doesn’t deter how distracted he could be due to his heat’s harshness.

“Maybe I should call the alpha service line…” he muttered to himself. He has used them irregularly, not consistently, but only when he became extremely desperate and needed a strong knot. The idea entertained his mind briefly, until a wave of horniness caught him, making him grab his nearest toy to harshly insert it. He turned on the vibration to the highest setting, making himself wetter with every thrust until he felt that familiar feeling of his toes curling and his muscles spazzing from a subpar orgasm.

His chest heaved, his mind still foggy, but his body didn't feel satiated from that lackluster achievement. He wanted more. He needed something thicker, something heavy that would fill every crevice within him and would make him explode gloriously to the point where he’s properly bred like the seasoned omega he’s meant to be. The unsatisfactory feeling resurfaced, resulting in him inserting a knotting dildo in him as he ground himself on the toy for extra friction. He hoped, with the power of imagination, the toy could be a good substitute instead of an actual knot.

He bounced up and down on the knotting toy. While it was the thickest toy he owned, it didn’t supplement his needs like he wanted. The toy was too hard, not spongy like a real appendage. And at times, the knotting part didn’t catch well within him, making it slippery and uncomfortable once post-orgasm clarity hit momentarily. Isagi grinded, hoping the toy would scratch that itch he had; however, it felt futile because it didn't feel like enough. He needed more. He wanted more. He pushed down; his thighs quivered from his nonstop gyrating as he felt his cunt flutter around his knotting dildo. No doubt, the toy is soaked along with his bed sheets.

He catches his breath. Fatigue caught up to him, but his body wanted more as the heat under his skin kept kindling. He’s aware this isn’t enough and finally discarded his pride. He grabbed his bottled water off his nightstand and took a drink as dribbles of water cascaded down his chin. Temporary relief. He took a deep breath, placed his bottle back on his nightstand, and grabbed his phone. His mind was hazy as he sifted through his contacts, trying to locate the service number he’d utilized before. Any alpha would do if they can provide him an adequate knot and make his toes curl.

He dialed the number, waiting for his call to be answered. The person on the line sounded muffled, but today, he’s feeling inanely impatient. He’ll make do with whatever. Right now, what’s incredibly important is getting an alpha to his location quickly.

“Hello,” he politely greeted despite feeling tired. Another surge of cramps overtook him, and he groaned at the unpleasant contractions. “Is this the alpha service line, right?”

He couldn’t hear correctly but persisted in thinking he was having a passable conversation. The sooner they can send someone over, the better it’ll be for him. He believed he heard confirmation for the services he’s inquiring about; thus, he continued speaking.

“My name is Isagi Yoichi. I’d like to request an alpha to come and spend time with me during my heat. I believe this will last about four or five days. I’ll pay extra for the last-minute request, but I greatly need someone, as my heat started a few hours ago.” He supplicated. “My address should already be in the system, as I’ve used your company's service before.”

He heard a choking sound, but he didn't think twice about it. Another twinging sensation caught him off guard, making him gasp and hold back his tears from the pain. The restless feeling resurfaced as he felt slick dribble down his thigh.

“Please…send someone over quick.” He earnestly requested.

“Okay,” the contractor answered. “Someone will be there soon.”

“Thank you.”

A loud, impatient sequence of knocking ricocheted throughout his home. Confusion overtook his mind, wondering who that was until it dawned on him that perhaps the alpha was finally here. He’s aware how unkempt and dirty he was but didn’t give two fucks. Regrettably, he left his comfortable nesting area, grabbing a random nightgown lying on the floor to wear. He cannot risk being that provocative.

His legs felt so stiff with every step he took. His body ached. He’s grumpy. His libido burned with a fiery inferno that could only be cured with an oasis he deemed worthy. The rambunctious knocking didn’t falter; rather, it was annoying because Isagi was trying his best to get to his front door immediately. He just has some tribulations, and dealing with an impatient alpha isn’t worthwhile. I’ll file a complaint later. He mentally told himself, much to his chagrin.

He quickly unlocked the door, ready to put the person in their place for being disrespectful, but his voice died. He may be feeling heavily feverish and prayed this could be a delusion, but Isagi is smart and is hyperaware this is his unfortunate reality. Why were there four alphas who were the constant subject of his masturbation dreams? Kaiser? Nagi? Iglesias? Shidou?

“What the fuck?” he whispered to himself. This had to be an atrocious hallucination thanks to his heat, right? Without a second thought, he slammed his door shut, but that didn’t occur.

“Yoichi ~” Kaiser’s foot halted the door. His heat-addled brain suddenly felt trepidation. Kaiser lightly kicked the door open enough for all four of them to enter his home. He noticed how they stiffened, inhaling the atmosphere, nearly looking predatory. The door shut.

“Baby,” Shidou’s taunting voice made him stare. “I feel so offended.”

“Huh?” Isagi blinked.

“An alpha service call, really?” He scoffed, stalking closer menacingly. “When you have me?”

“Why are you guys here?” Isagi asked, trying not to shiver from the sheer intimidation.

“You buffoon,” Kaiser scoffed again, sounding offended. Gosh, Isagi wished he could punch the fucker and take back all the times he’s touched himself at the thought of Kaiser’s face. “Since you’ve become delusional, I’ll remind you that you called me thinking I was your service provider.”

“Unnecessary, really.” Bunny’s smile may be enigmatic, but there’s a terrifying aura behind it. Isagi grunted at his foolish mistake and at the twinge of pain surging throughout his body. The scent of four strong alphas is getting to him. He needed to kick them out quickly.

“Why are you guys here?” Isagi repeated himself.

“To help you with your heat.” Nagi said, his tone monotonous but his eyes unwavering as they lay on his bare thighs, coated with streaks of his slick.

“Bunch of stalkers you are,” Kaiser snarled. “Now, get out. Today is my day according to our agreement.”

“Agreement?” Isagi murmured.

“You better clean him up after you’re done.” Nagi warned Kaiser, offering his own deadly glare. Isagi’s cunt fluttered at that gaze because Nagi is just so sexy.

“Get out.” Kaiser barked. The other three alphas left, bidding their own farewells to him as they sent Kaiser ominous stares. Isagi was amazed how much self-control they had from sharing a space with a heat-addled omega ready for hardcore breeding.

“You’re staying?” Isagi frowned.

“Now, don’t sound so disappointed, Yoichi,” Kaiser sneered. He lifted his shirt, quickly discarding it onto an unexpected piece of furniture as he made his way to Isagi. It’s nice to realize that Kaiser’s muscular body is consistently attractive—reality or not. Isagi’s cunt shivered, allowing more slick to be released.

Instead of retorting, another onslaught of cramps tackled him, making his legs weak. His knees buckled, rendering his limbs weak from his cycle being harsh on his delicate body. His body almost fell to the ground but was effortlessly caught by Kaiser’s strong arms.

“While I do enjoy the thought of you on your knees, possibly sucking my cock, however, this isn’t the time nor place.” Kaiser taunted. Isagi’s glare was weak, but his mood is about to be soured if Kaiser keeps this up. It’s dangerous to have a stressed-out omega. “Our first priority is to make sure our Yoichi is satisfied with my personal service.”

Kaiser lifted Isagi, gingerly having his legs wrapped around his strong torso as Isagi wrapped his arms around his neck. He couldn’t help himself and inhaled the heady scent Kaiser exuded, and by laws, it’s heavenly and so unfair. Unexpectedly, he felt two fingers quickly enter him, making his back stiff, but Kaiser gently supported him by holding onto his lower back with his free arm. Each step Kaiser took allowed his fingers to be at an off-putting rhythm, making Isagi grow hornier and his body temperature rise as he let out his lowly, wanton moans. The rubbing friction of Kaiser’s fingers in his cunt garnered more wetness, festering his desire to be fucked harder. Isagi took another deep inhale, knowing Kaiser was releasing more pheromones to soothe Isagi.

He’s an asshole, but he can be a softy when he wants to be…

Suddenly, he stopped walking, breaking Isagi’s daze. Confusion clouded his mind because he’s aware they’re in his room, a step, or two in but not near his bed.

“Michael?” Isagi called out to him, making himself wiggle his bottom a bit to get Kaiser’s fingers to enter deeper. He’s growing restless and wants to be mindlessly fucked to oblivion.

“Yoichi,” Kaiser’s tone is even and serious, almost as if he’s conflicted. “Can I enter your nest?”

Isagi hastily eyed Kaiser, startled by the unprompted hesitation. At a closer glance through this imprecise scenario, Kaiser nearly looked cautious. Hues of pink embellished the tips of his ears, the highest point of his cheekbones, and his nape. He’s almost darling despite making Isagi want to kill him eighty percent of the time. Che, he does have a cute side.

However, admiring his cuteness will happen another day. Right now, Isagi is horny and wants to be thoroughly fucked by Kaiser’s ruttish charm. Resuming his awkward grinding, Kaiser’s nimble fingers aren’t hitting the spot he wanted. He tightened his arms around Kaiser’s neck again, pressing himself closer to a particular spot under his earlobe to give a salacious lick. He could tell Kaiser liked that from the way his back aligned tightly.

“Yoichi, answer me.” Kaiser growled. He’s becoming impatient.

“I think it’s sweet how you took the liberty to ask me,” Isagi purred, giving another kitten lick to that spot. “Yes, you’re allowed to enter.”

Without another second wasted, he was hurriedly deposited onto his bed, once again surrounded by stuff he found comforting. He felt at ease once more. Then, Kaiser jumped into his bed, his larger frame hovering over Isagi—no doubt, covering him completely as Kaiser’s lips engulfed his. Their kiss was sloppy and rushed, and it made Isagi spread his legs wider. Kaiser broke, his chest lightly heaving as he took a deep inhale. Obviously, smelling the intoxicating scent of Isagi’s slick that distributed thickly in the air.

Curiously, Isagi glanced down. His eyebrows lightly shot up upon noticing his current alpha conveniently discard his pants plus underwear onto the floor. His cock, heavily thick, twitched with profound interest as a viscous bead of precum decorated the tip of his cock so prettily. Suddenly, Isagi’s thirst felt unquenchable.

“You can suck on it later; we have all night,” Kaiser said, pushing Isagi. “I’m a bit impatient today, Yoichi.

He grabbed a small pillow, lifting Isagi’s lower frame up, placing the pillow underneath him to reduce the pressure on his hips. Isagi could nearly cry at the thoughtfulness but refused because this fucker allows his arrogance to grow vaster. The sincere kindness made his cunt twitch with extreme interest. He noticed Kaiser lining himself up, slowly easing himself in, inch by inch. Isagi could only watch in rapt fascination, watching Kaiser’s thick cock disappear within him.

The feeling was intense. He’s ridiculously enormous, nearing inhuman as more of Kaiser sheathed himself in. Honestly, Isagi should win a prize for allowing this weapon near him. He huffed out in discomfort, trying to calm down because he could handle it. It’s just been way too long since he had proper intercourse. Almost pathetically, he released a whine.

“Relax, Yoichi,” Kaiser grunted. He softly kneaded Isagi’s hips in hopes it’ll alleviate his pain. He encouraged Isagi to relax on his bed, gently offering butterfly kisses on his face, his lips, down his neck, and along his clavicle. One thigh elevated higher, providing adequate space accommodation as Kaiser surged himself deeper into Isagi’s warm cunt. Bit by bit. Isagi closed his eyes, tears dripping slowly until the familiar feeling of the base hitting him.

“Fucking tight,” Kaiser sounded relieved, staying in that same position longer until Isagi became accustomed.

That’s endearing, but Isagi needed more. His knee pushed against Kaiser’s torso, urging him to thrust because eventually, pain will transition to pleasure. He’ll adapt to Kaiser’s large cock. After all, he’s an omega, and his biology is meant to handle an alpha’s cock, regardless of size. Although Kaiser’s not moving, and that’s becoming irritating.

“Move!” Isagi demanded. He needed to be fucked.

And so, Kaiser forced himself out, barely leaving the tip in, and powerfully plunged himself back in. Isagi’s eyes widen as saucers. His voice hitched, nearing a yelp at the unexpected harshness. His torso automatically rises from the predicament. Unprepared, Kaiser withdrew himself, only to ram back into him. Slow, deliberate, and strongly accurate on where to hit. It was satisfying being so deeply penetrated, but slow movements weren’t enough. Isagi needed him to be quicker, vigorous, and unrelenting.

“Michael…” Isagi moaned, tears forming, drool slipping as Kaiser still purposely teased him with this nuanced pace.

“So tight, Yoichi,” Kaiser gritted, looking nearly manic for being granted access to the best delicacy in the universe—Isagi’s pussy.

“Kaiser, fuck me earnestly, or I’ll kick you off and call someone else.” Isagi threatened, uncaring how Kaiser bared his teeth at him, exposing his sharp incisors.

“That’s highly unnecessary, Yoichi.” Kaiser forced his hands under Isagi’s knees, lifting them higher, thrusting harder than before. Isagi yelped, gripping Kaiser’s shoulder viciously, no doubt leaving crescent-shaped claw marks. “Remember, heat or not, you asked for this.”

He picked up the pace, pistoling in and out of him in rampant succession. With each puncturing thrust, Isagi felt the tip hit the deepest part of his cavity. His thighs trembled, his muscles bounced haphazardly with every frenzied thrust, and his head hit the headboard until Kaiser forced his body lower and placed a hand on the crown of his head. It's an oddity to know Kaiser is being so protective, but instead of entertaining that thought, Isagi selfishly focused on his budding organism.

“Michael…” he lowly whined. Clinging to Kaiser’s body close, he wrapped a leg around his torso, feeling his cock hit deeper and harder. The rubbing friction of his insides felt so wonderful, so pleasing, and oh so fulfilling. He gutturally moaned, verbally encouraging Kaiser to continue and keep hitting that spot. “Yes, yes, yes.”

His body ached. His body sweated uncontrollably. His cunt kept gushing with every thrust, lubricating more, ensuring optimal movement. He pulled Kaiser’s body impossibly closer than before. The air felt suffocating with the scent of Kaiser’s pheromones, his own delicate pheromones combated with the saccharine sweet scent of his heat plus the scent of sex, permeating the air. It was intoxicating as Isagi felt his headspace getting higher the more thrusts Kaiser gave to him willingly.

“Such a good boy you are, Yoichi,” Kaiser praised. He gritted his teeth as he kept punching deep into Isagi, never-ending motions of their lovemaking. Isagi’s legs trembled more as he felt a familiar feeling of nearing his high.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god!” Isagi moaned. “I’m going to come. Please, let me come!” Lord, why does he moan so prettily?

“Go ahead, Yoichi,” Kaiser encouraged. “This is all about you, okay? Come as much as you want, and I’ll knot that fucking tight cunt you have.” It’s a promise that sent Isagi over the edge with such an assertion. Although somewhat satiated from his orgasm, the fiery pit never ceased; rather, it grew as he needed to be knotted.

“Please,” Isagi despised begging, but today, or actually, this whole cycle, he’ll beg prettily if it results in what he needs to consolidate his desperation. “Please.”

“Almost there,” Kaiser grinned, picking up his pace. Ignoring Isagi’s pleas, he kept thrusting, uncaring how sensitive Isagi had become from his personal pleasure. Isagi’s moans were low, demure, and oh so sweet. His mouth covered his, swallowing up all the pretty breaths Isagi released as he was still relentless until he felt his nearing.

He gritted his teeth, roughly rushing in and out to achieve his goal in mind. Knot my Yoichi. Isagi sensed the atmosphere shifted from wafting pheromones to a scent that's heavy, purposeful, and nearing primal. Isagi never knew a shift could happen, but his body naturally reacted by spreading his legs wider, allowing easier access for Kaiser to thrust even deeper than before while his back almost broke from how bent he was. To an outsider, he perhaps appeared possessed by an unknown entity, but he’s aware Kaiser is about to knot, judging from his erratic thrust and the bulbous tip trying to catch onto his womb.

On the final thrust, both let out relieved moans, bathing in this euphoric sense as Isagi lay there, dazed from happiness from feeling a slosh of come releasing in him in increments. Kaiser collapsed on his chest, breathing heavily too, while his body was drenched with his own sweat. His lips were busy leaving trails of kisses over Isagi’s chest and his nipples. Isagi would deny how much his toes curled from such ministrations. The sweet silence was a solace company.

“Passable.” Isagi admitted, feeling abnormally full and chirpy.

“Take this moment to rest because we’ll resume all night,” Kaiser stated. Isagi couldn’t refute it. He’s just insanely happy right now. “Take a power nap. I’m not stopping.”

“Okay,” Isagi agreed. His eyes were drowsy, feeling content from waves of come released in him. “Make sure to let the others know they’re welcome into my nest too…”

***

His dreamland was nice, though not extraordinarily long; it was nice. He still felt uncomfortably warm, but the low, frequent swaying provided ample relaxation to be at ease. If a comparison were necessary, it’d be on par with being on a boat; the buoyancy was gentle, giving the lulling effect of soft winds colliding with his long fringe. His destination was unknown, but if the gentle sway persisted, he wouldn’t complain.

“Yoichi,” a monotonous tone called out to him, earning a confusion. Isagi swore he analyzed his surroundings, expecting to find the perpetrator of the unknown voice, although it was futile. Soon, that soothing sway became abrupt. A bombardment of harsh waves hit him, making his footing unstable while his heart became unsteady.

“Yoichi,” the voice called out to him again. The tone was familiar, but Isagi couldn’t figure out who the culprit was. “wake up.”

His eyes shot open, widened by the surprise of a harsh thrust, earning a squeak from him. Someone held him from behind as he was lying on his side, his leg propped up in the air by a strong hand while the other hand was snaked under him, pinching a nipple. Someone was fucking him while he was asleep! With no time to feel embarrassed, Isagi tilted his head to see who the intruder was but was faced with a mop of white as his face was tucked into Isagi’s neck to give broad licks and harsh bites.

“Nagi?!” he exclaimed, throwing his head farther back, exposing his neck more, allowing Nagi to take advantage to bite him more and thrust deeper in tandem.

“You took forever to wake up, Yoichi,” Nagi commented, thrusting faster now that Isagi had awakened. “You’re so mean.”

“What the fuck—ah!” Isagi couldn’t berate, too busy getting thoroughly fucked. His mind was becoming puddly all over again, his body accumulating more warmth from his heat or Nagi’s unnatural body temperature.

“Mean,” Nagi said, amping his thrust, not caring if it wasn’t matching the pace Isagi wanted. He must be doing something right, judging from how Isagi was moaning and tilting his body into him more. “You were awake the whole time Kaiser fucked you but took forever to wake up for me.”

“Seriously?” Isagi’s tears gathered again, overstimulated by Nagi’s unyielding pace and pinching his nipples harder, making him groan from ecstasy. His mind turned into a muddled mess, his mouth agape, releasing throaty moans while the corners of his mouth were decorated with dribbles of his drool. His eyes crossed, his hands gripping Nagi’s forearm harshly as the alpha’s arm went from pinching his nipple to snaking around his throat to hold him down since he’s being treated like a fleshlight.

“You’re going to stay awake the whole time I’m fucking you, right?” Nagi asked, his voice sounding bored, but underneath that disinterested tone consisted a light, ominous threat if one was coordinated with Nagi’s emotional aptitude. However, Nagi made sure not to let such a portentous mood seep into his pheromones; otherwise, it’d be detrimental to Isagi during his heat. And if Nagi dared to harm Isagi during one of his vulnerable junctures, he’d be shunned from seeing the precious omega.

Isagi couldn’t effectively communicate. He’s busy being railed, trying to maneuver his lower half to meet with each thrust just to get that particular spot hit. Unfortunately, Nagi decided to be a little bully by stalling his thrusts—not hitting as deep, which made Isagi maddened. He turned his head, his blaring blue eyes met Nagi’s, and disapproval marred his usual pretty face. Unironically, Nagi shot him a quizzical look, awaiting a response before resuming his protocol. An unspoken “well?” was there. Nagi could just completely stop due to his amazing self-control, but Isagi is an impatient omega. He’s in heat and yearns for his heavy knot!

“Yes!” the omega conceded, urgency gnawing at his being, wanting Nagi’s knot. “I’ll be awake! I promised. Please, knot me, asshole!”

He heard Nagi tsk at him, and by lord, once this heat was over, Isagi would punch this arrogant alpha. His silent vow for vengeance was disturbed because Nagi resumed his pace. This time, he purposely thrust deep, finally hitting that spot Isagi frantically wanted. He couldn’t control himself, forcing himself to grind heavily with each thrust met, intently feeling that traditional swell. With sheer enthusiasm, Isagi leaned back into Nagi, feeling his heavy breathing ghosting over his exposed nape and enjoying the rapid heartbeat in his chest. He knows Nagi is getting close by how meticulous he’s being.

His brain scrambled at this intimate moment. The strong pheromones from him, Nagi and arousal cloyed thickly in his room, making him feel drunk. Nagi somehow amplified his pace, getting rougher, and his hand that once held him in a chokehold fiercely gripped his jaw, forcing Isagi’s lips onto his. Isagi’s titillating moans are muffled by Nagi. Then, that hand that once held his jawline snaked down lower, thumbing Isagi’s clit to entice his body more with pleasure.

It doesn’t last long. A few swipes and consistent pounding, Isagi silently screamed, but his tears were heavy as his legs spasmed from finally reaching bliss. Copious amounts of slick flowed out of him, covering Nagi’s cock, making it slippery for him. His cunt clenched tighter, as if it were encouraging Nagi to finish its duty. Although not deterred, Nagi worked harder and continued thrusting, offering his low hums. Isagi’s sensitivity is at an all-time high, feeling overstimulated yet unfulfilled.

“Hurry,” Isagi pleaded. “in me.” He’s barely coherent.

An uncharacteristic grunt from Nagi followed by the knot he was promised. As he’s being graciously filled, his breathing finally evens out, enjoying the quiet moment. He’s tired and sleepy, but he promised Nagi he’d be awake throughout their time together.

“Mhm,” Nagi sounded pleasant. “I love the way you smell.” He inhaled his hair sincerely.

Isagi scoffed, giving a terse headshake at that ridiculous statement. Sometimes he’s cute.

“Did you fucked me with Kaiser’s spent in me?” Isagi’s intrusive thoughts came about.

“Yeah,” Nagi admitted, making Isagi blush. Wouldn’t that make him dirty? “I’ll shower you once this is over.”

“Okay.” Isagi nuzzled his nose against Nagi’s. “I’m killing Kaiser once my heat is over.”

***

He’s still feeling feverish and sluggish, but he’s not entirely helpless. After rounds with Nagi, the broody alpha left after giving Isagi another thorough bath and assisting him with cleaning out the mixture of his and Kaiser's spent from his cunt. Though Isagi was certain it was under the guise of fingering him combined with eating him out like a starved beast, it was highly welcomed. Though, Nagi’s stamina for such performance was weak and didn’t last long. However, he made up for it by offering another round of knotting that ultimately placated Isagi’s omega.

His body oddly liked to be unnaturally warm during his heat, so he’d seek random spots to cool himself. A cold bath could suffice, but he doesn’t want to soak and get wrinkly. There’s a possibility he had a decent option of stuffing himself in his refrigerator, but the thought of suffocation discouraged him, plus his electric bill would be unnecessarily high if the doors were kept open. His disarrayed-addled body settled for his kitchen tiles. They’re always leaning toward the cooler side, and he’s severely thankful to Reo for convincing him to get temperature-adjusted tiles. He lay there, brazenly open; the chill from the tiles cooled his sore muscles.

“Ahhhhh.” He sighed in relief, turning over onto his stomach.

“You look a little too happy right now.” Isagi lifted his eyes, finding the only person with the most handsome face combined with the most annoying mocking tone to ever exist. “Maybe those scent patches are finally seeping into your bloodstream and making you crazy. Should I call a doctor so we can submit you to an institute?”

“I must be fucking crazy if I’m willing to spread my legs for your cock.” Isagi spat, his voice barely held any venom. If anything, he’s tired and achy and unbelievably too warm.

“You’d be a cute lab kitten.” The remark was so offhand, it wasn’t worth acknowledging. He’d roll his eyes, but he'd rather spend his energy fighting off the tingles of his skin with every movement.

“Open up.” Bunny demanded. Isagi opened his mouth to retort. A syllable didn’t get released from his vocal cord as his mouth was covered with Bunny’s mouth. It wasn’t an intimate kiss, no; a rush of water came down his throat, nearly choking him.

“What the fuck?” Isagi shot him an incredulous look. He sat up to wipe his chin, only to be caught off guard once more with Bunny taking charge, kissing him while he sneaked his hand under Isagi’s bedshirt. He shivered, relishing his chilly hands as they gently kneaded his sides. He leaned in more, opening his mouth wider to savor each wipe Bunny forced in his mouth, uncaring how badly he’s drowning under his pheromones being released at an alarming rate.

“Hm, perhaps I should have you be my lap kitten.” Bunny broke off the kiss, enjoying Isagi’s spacey look with crimson-flushed cheeks. Isagi puffed a cheek, pouting at Bunny, but scooted himself closer to wrap his slender arms around the larger man’s torso.

“Then do your job as an alpha and satisfy your kitten.” Isagi retorted. On a normal day with no heat cycle, Isagi would’ve never uttered such a phrase because that alone would’ve made him retch.

“That’s so cheesy,” Bunny grimaced. “I should get you checked out.” He pulled Isagi closer, uncharacteristically bestowing fluttering kisses all over his face, down his jawline, before giving a soft peck to his lips.

Isagi whined. He thrived under the loving treatment Bunny gave him. Bunny seldomly displays any affection, opting to be crass and deprecating himself or others. Any chance of vulnerability seemed obtuse to the alpha, so to witness this side of him was uncharted territory that Isagi was embarking on. He’s confident it’s due to Isagi’s heat, but such confidence can waver, and well, it’s not worth dwelling on.

Isagi pushed Bunny off him. Adoringly caressing the scar marring his beautiful face; although large, it suited him well, or he grew into it. The peaceful interaction got interrupted due to Isagi being assaulted with cramps, making his delicate wrists shake from sheer agony. Mustering up his energy, he got up from the floor, nudging Bunny to follow suit and gingerly grabbing his hand so they could walk into his room. Bunny towered over him, each of his steps foreboding and heavy, and made Isagi’s cunt wet.

Once they entered his room, he was manhandled quickly and tossed into his nest. He landed on his stomach. Without a chance to turn around, he heard a loud rip and his bottom exposed to chilly air. His cunt twitches with definite interest. Soon, he was drowning in strong pheromones akin to musk and cypress. Again, it’s not frequent Bunny released his true scent, concealing them exceptionally. He felt his bed dip, indicating the lavender-haired male entered his domain and loomed over him.

Isagi’s on his knees, his hands clutching the bedsheets tightly in full anticipation due to the unpredictability of Bunny. His breathing felt heavy, his back tickled from Bunny nosing between his shoulder blades, and the soft huffs gave him goosebumps. He wanted to whine but refrained. Instead, he shoved his face into one of his soft pillows.

“You’re cute,” Bunny chuckled, caressing Isagi’s strong thigh, lust evident in his voice. “I was wondering where my favorite jersey had disappeared to. Didn’t know my little kitty is a thief.”

Isagi couldn’t react in time, not having enough time to defend himself or conjure plausible excuses—rather, he couldn’t. He was caught off guard, releasing a surprised yelp as something cold intruded his cunt. He looked behind him, taking in Bunny’s cocksure expression and noticing his hand supporting the base of Isagi’s knotting dildo that’s currently in him. His smug smile widened, barely looking apologetic as he shoved the toy deeper to the hilt. Isagi let out a licentious moan, his cunt clenching the familiar toy. Bunny didn’t offer any reprieve but rather set the pace fast and quick, forcing Isagi to submit and take it.

“Bunny,” Isagi cried. While he doesn’t mind his toy for relief, it’s completely unnecessary when a virile, handsome alpha is present with him. A toy is cold, hard, and stiff. A cock is softer and more pleasant and can relieve his aches.

“Hm?” Bunny hummed, unperturbed.

“No toy…please…” Begging is so humiliating. His hand clasped around Bunny’s thick wrist, but he couldn’t stop his movements anyway. Bunny is too strong, and Isagi’s energy has been depleted from his heat and rounds of sex from the past two days.

“Really?” Bunny still sounded unconcerned. “You seem to be enjoying yourself immensely.” Isagi’s viscous slick gathered around his dildo, slowly trickling out of his cunt onto his thighs and sheets underneath.

So mean!

“I don’t need a toy,” Isagi muttered, moaning at the sensation. He’d be teased with the repetitive moments of the alpha taking the toy out, leaving just the tip barely kissing the entrance before propelling in. He’d moan and his body writhe, desiring to feel flesh.

“Come on, the toy,” Bunny sounded heavily amused, but his voice sounded constricted, laced with avidity. “and then you’ll be awarded with my knot.” To emphasize his point, he ceased his service, leaving the toy in, and grinded himself against Isagi’s already stuffed cunt. The heat prickling under his skin intensified, and he allowed himself to rub against his clothed erection—leaving a large slick stain on Bunny’s pants.

Wordlessly, Bunny pulls Isagi up. The omega’s back leaned against Bunny’s muscular chest, the fabric of his shirt soaking up some of his sweat while gravity made him sink onto the dildo even more. Not wanting to debate, Isagi lifted himself up, making sure to support himself against Bunny’s frame (who was now wrapping his arms around Isagi’s torso to avidly watch), and hold his beloved dildo in a position he liked. The outline of the thick cock hit his lower back, and Isagi couldn’t help but look up at Bunny’s face. The sooner he gets over this, the quicker he’d be rewarded with a thick cock and virile come. And so, he lifted his hips and voraciously bounced like his life depended on it.

Typically, Isagi despised being watched, but Bunny’s burning stare, his fingers tracing around his cunt, playing with his slick ebbing out, and spreading it all over him. Isagi, desperately moaning, chants his name like a prayer. Each time he bounced, his toy didn't satiate his gnawing heat, but his lower back would graze Bunny’s clothed cock, twitching with interest if he leaned back far enough. His buttocks would hit Bunny’s thighs since he’s practically in his lap. Pretending his dildo was enough, Isagi became more aggressive, feeling that build-up he’s trained his body to recognize.

“Bunny! Bunny! Bunny!” Isagi chanted. His body faltering as he picked up his pace and continued bouncing. He’s almost there. He maneuvered how he liked, gyrating his hips in circular motion while forcibly grinding, his back using Bunny’s frame for more support and gripping his muscular forearm, leaving sharp marks. Bunny, licking his lips at the delicious visual of Isagi, heavily flushed in pink, sweat accumulating all over, and the scent of his slick permeating his nostrils heavenly. He lapped Isagi’s neck, wanting to bite and claim him for himself. Fuck the others. Soon, Isagi landed harshly at an angle, and his body reacted by letting out a guttural moan. His body trembled from the intensity as his slick spurted out—wetting Bunny’s pants.

He gasped, trying to regain his breath as his mind became static. However, Bunny had other plans, and allowing Isagi to repose wasn’t one of them. Bunny unceremoniously elevated Isagi, not giving him a moment to collect his thoughts, and speared him onto his heady cock.

“Bunny!” Isagi cried, finally getting what he wanted. His cunt was stretched, trying to accommodate the ridiculous girth Bunny possessed. But he was happy from feeling so full.

“Hey, my little kitty.” Bunny whispered, his voice potent with lust. His thick cock twitched with severe arousal. “You’re going to come on my cock, so make sure to have your little pretty cunt clench around it.”

Without a second hesitation, Bunny began his laborious thrusting—zealously fucking Isagi into oblivion.

***

“How do you feel, baby?” Shidou asked. Isagi preened at the affectionate name. Drowsiness settled in his bones as the wild alpha carefully brushed his hair and aimed the blow dryer at damp spots in his hair.

“Good.” Isagi yawned. He sat on a stool, relishing the gentle breeze and Shidou’s calming pheromones. He’s being good today, not trying to stress him out nor acting impish, though his personality leaned more on the untamed side. Isagi supposed his unconventional personality is a charm.

His heat was nearing the end, judging from how less irritable he’d become, and roaming around his home doesn’t feel like a hassle. His skin was still sensitive, but the prickly sensation became muted, almost dissipating. His brain isn’t convoluted anymore, his sharpness returning along with his smart-ass mouth. Although his libido was dwindling, his slick production was still ongoing, but he estimated he’d be back to normal by tomorrow. Aside, it’d be unfair how he spent the last three days with the other alphas and did not spend his final day with Shidou.

He was so patient for his turn. Isagi cared about fairness; it’ll be rude to turn him away. Especially how doting he’s being with him. Earlier, when he was in his bath, Shidou bombarded into his home, arms filled with snacks the omega enjoyed. Once he found him, he did not hesitate to wash Isagi’s back and help clean out Bunny’s remnants out of him, although that turned into a long fingering session with his limber fingers.

Needless to say, Shidou worked him to the bone, wearing out his body. He made up for it by getting Isagi out of the bath, wrapping him up in the fluffiest towels he owned before draining the bathtub to give it a light scrub down. He then placed him on the stool, dried him off, applying lotion all over his body, draped him in his silkiest robe, and took the liberty to dry his hair. The alpha’s nimble fingers caressed his hair thoroughly, weaving through the tangle spots and being gentle. Isagi felt pampered, and he enjoyed it.

A final comb through, and Shidou turned off the hairdryer, looking immensely proud of himself for taking care of Isagi so well. Despite being out of the warm bath, his cheeks heated up, suddenly feeling bashful at such tenderness. He’s used to Shidou being an instigator, taunting others for his own amusement to gather over-the-top reactions. Perhaps it’s the residue neediness in his system from his heat, or his inner omega has become more partial to Shidou; he couldn’t help but grasp the alpha’s shirt, forcing him to lean down to his level for a virtuous kiss.

Shidou being Shidou, reciprocated the kiss hungrily, slopping his tongue in Isagi’s small mouth, establishing his sheer dominance. The ardent desire for oxygen became a necessity; thus, the omega broke free from the kiss, panting heavily as a string of saliva was their only connection. His mind became static again; the abysmal desire for satisfaction became his resolute once more. He fondly wrapped his arms around Shidou’s neck, rubbing his cheek against Shidou’s, no doubt being complacent about how the alpha effortlessly picked him up to carry him into his room.

“Are you hungry, baby?” Shidou asked, exposing his neck more so Isagi can nuzzle closer as he released more of his pheromones—a complexity of herbaceous citrus.

Isagi shook his head. Shidou placed him on the edge of his bed, dislodging Isagi from his body, although he wanted to protest. Shidou got up. To where? He wasn’t certain, but he couldn’t let the alpha escape. He tightly gripped the hem of his expensive shirt, halting his movement and chuckling at the clingy display. He offered a chaste kiss to his forehead, placating the needy omega.

“Let me get you a snack and some water first,” Shidou said. Isagi pouted. He’s aware it’s a quick trip to his kitchen, but his departure felt like it was forever. His procurements consist of water and fruit (cut up), which Shidou had no issue feeding him as if he were a goddess.

“Thank you.” Isagi expressed. He finished his bowl and drank all his water. He didn’t realize how famished he was. He carefully eyed Shidou placing the dirty dishes on his dresser. The atmosphere turned heavy, nearly predatory, making Isagi’s cunt shiver from anticipation.

“You’re such a good boy,” Shidou complimented. He’s sincere when it’s Isagi, anyone else can just perish in hell for all he cared. “Am I allowed to reward my baby boy?”

“Huh?” A not so eloquent response. Not waiting any longer, Shidou forcibly spread Isagi’s legs wide apart and dropped on his knees. His face, nosing Isagi’s fluttering cunt, gently breathing on it.

His shyness arose, trying to shove Shidou away, but his efforts were naught. In the little disarray, Shidou untied his robe, exposing his lower half while the fabric slipped off his shoulders. He couldn’t protest; rather, he released a loud moan when he felt a wet appendage lap his clit. The assault continued, various broad licks all around his cunt, but he felt so empty inside.

“Ryu..sei…” Isagi moaned. He wasn’t used to this kind of treatment. As if the bullying would cease, Shidou chuckled, using his tongue to tease him further. It’s intoxicating. It’s overstimulating. It’s too much. He tried to kick the alpha off before his thighs could squeeze his head. However, Shidou is fundamentally sturdy and uncaring, holding Isagi’s thighs apart, although he wouldn’t mind dying from plush thighs.

His tongue circles around his folds once more, causing his cunt to flutter so prettily. Isagi’s hip leaned in more, grabbing thick locks of Shidou’s hair and pulling it when he flicked his tongue exactly right against his hood. Of course, nothing is ever enough in Shidou’s book. To amp up the pleasure, he finally seized the opportunity to insert his tongue in Isagi’s cunt, savoring the flavor of slick in its fullest glory.

Settling at a brutal pace, Shidou would circle within, relishing the tidbit reactions. He patted Isagi’s thighs as he was nervous to grind his sex against his face. Through his threshold of tears, Isagi glances down, noticing Shidou’s eyes filled with utter devotion. His tongue reaching the deepest part of him, lapping his slick with such fervor that it seemed he was dehydrated. His slick covered his cheeks, dripping down his chin as he grinded his tongue as far as he could. Such a lewd exhibition made Isagi produce more viscidness.

Isagi could only moan, taking what he was given with every savoring Shidou did. He was relentless. Punching his tongue in his canal as various pacing and teasing. All thoughts in his head were eradicated, replaced with thoughts of how amazing the alpha’s tongue was and how he needed so much more after this. Still petrified of suffocating him, Isagi held back his hips from canting just so he wouldn't harm him.

“Don’t hold yourself back, baby,” Shidou commented. He pulled away ever so lightly from his cunt. By the gods, his eyes were wild, and his face was drenched, and Isagi felt himself get wetter at such avaricious expression. “ride my face. I want to be drowning.”

After such a declaration, he placed himself back at Isagi’s cunt and resumed his performance. With such encouraging words, Isagi refrained from holding back. He gripped his hair tighter, pulling his face closer, and tilted his cunt at an angle he thoroughly enjoyed being tongued at. He thrashed at every lick, shivering at every suction, and cried anytime he’d gently nibble his clit. Soon, Shidou’s hard work paid off as Isagi felt that familiar sensation of buildup and wanting to chase it to completion.

He grabbed Shidou’s face closer. Lifting his hips as he loudly moaned and grinded himself against his tongue. Finally, uncaring because he wanted to chase that electric feeling, he clung to him harder, smearing his slick all over once again until his legs trembled and his hips became frantic. He kept this up, feeling the alpha breathing heavily but still lapped him ravenously, allowing Isagi to surrender.

“Ryusei!” He wailed. His back arched beautifully, and his hips rose aggressively as waves gushed out of him like a fountain.

The pleasure was intense, blindly overwhelming as his tears became nonstop and his sensitivity at an all-time high due to Shidou’s tongue. He incessantly whined until the alpha figured he had enough and detached himself from his cunt.

Despite experiencing such intensity, he still felt empty and needed to ascend. Shidou raised himself, manically grinning as he licked his lips and wiped his chin, only to lick his hand for any residual. Isagi made him climb on top of him, offering a debauched look before pulling the tall male in for a sloppy kiss.

“Now, fuck me.” He unscrupulously demanded.

“Whatever my baby wants.” Shidou unbuckled his pants, exposing his thick cock.

Isagi waits to be ruined.

A cacophony of ruckus happened in his living room. He could’ve ignored it and cuddled Shidou longer, but his gut warned him it’s something worth investigating. He attempted to maneuver out of bed, but strong arms locked him in.

“Stay in bed.” Shidou muttered, his eyes still closed.

“Can’t,” Isagi said, giving light kisses to his face until he managed to escape. “It’s the other idiots.”

He dressed himself in an oversized shirt from his closet, reaching above his knees, and donned a fresh pair of panties. He briefly stretched before walking out to his living room. He needed food anyway.

“Yoichi!” Kaiser urgently called him. “Tell them I’m the better fuck out of them.”

“Really?” he deadpanned.

“Obviously you’re not.” Bunny jeered, looking very relaxed sitting in his reading chair.

“You all are so annoying.” He lamented, wondering if these were the same dead-brain idiots he allowed to come in him.

Nagi stayed silent, heavily immersed in whatever mobile game he’s addicted to for the month. Isagi yawned again, noticing Shidou’s figure behind him to give him a small peck on his cheek. This affection caused him to blush.

“Keep your body off of Yoichi!” Kaiser accused him, acting like a child. Shidou wordlessly flicked him off, uncaring of the German male occupying the space.

“What do you want to eat, baby?” Shidou asked. It’s too domestic with how he’s being. The only outlier here is him—shirtless. The view is appreciated as the male stalked into his kitchen, prepping ingredients to cook for him. He tried to suppress the flutter in his chest.

“Udon.” Isagi said, noticing how Bunny continued to antagonize Kaiser over something unimportant. “Maybe I should finally find an alpha to settle down with.”

Cooking utensils collapsed on the ground. The bickering stopped as the two European men stared at him in disbelief. Nagi paused his game and looked up from his phone. Isagi could only cock his head, raising his eyebrows at these idiots. Are they offended? Really? He’s only half joking…

“You take that back, Yoichi!” Kaiser yelled. “You only need me!”

“Likewise, you have me, my little kitten. Not these other scoundrels.”

“Isagi, no. You don’t need others.”

“Baby, you meant me, right?”

He should kick them out of his home.