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The sound of springs squeaking and an ancient wood bedframe creaking were obscenely loud through the thin walls of the former frat house. Hitoshi had been lucky to get a room here when he joined UA University’s lacrosse team. He got the smallest bedroom—really a glorified walk-in closet—dubbed the new-meat-locker: freezing cold and always assigned to freshmen. It also happened to be right next to the team captain’s bedroom.
Sero Hanta was a good captain. He just had a terrible sense of timing.
The less rhythmic sounds echoing through the wall were a chorus of groans, grunts, and profanity. It sounded like their midfielder, Kaminari, was having a very good time. Even though his room was on the omega floor, he spent most nights sleeping with Sero. Technically, Hitoshi should have been down there too, but he’d been on alpha hormone supplements long enough to pass the metaphorical and literal ‘sniff test’.
“Oh! Hanta! Breed me!”
Hitoshi rolled over with a groan and sandwiched his head between the ends of his folded over pillow. It was a weekend night, sure, but there was still such a thing as quiet hours… and common fucking courtesy. Hell, Hitoshi hadn’t used any of his vibrators since moving in, to be considerate of his teammate neighbors. The insulation in these walls was shit.
“Fuck, Denki. You’re taking me so well. Good boy. So close. Oh!”
Damn it. Even through the pillow he could hear them! At least they would be done for the night. Bless the refractory period.
That’s what Hitoshi thought, anyway.
All too soon that obnoxious creaking resumed again. How? Why? What was Sero made of?
Not that Hitoshi really wanted to know the answer to that last question.
Except, maybe he kind of did. Sero was fucking hot; all lean corded muscle with curvaceous calves and thighs that could crush a watermelon. His body was hard and strong when he checked Hitoshi during practice, just like his hands when he helped him up after. If he imagined Sero’s hands lingering when the brushed dirt of Hitoshi’s shoulder and ass, that was nobody's business but his own. There was a tiny, residual shred of omega instincts lurking in his mind that wanted to submit and feel that knot spearing his guts. There was also the roaring alpha part of his instincts that wanted to go in there and shut Kaminari up for good with his own cock. Sadly, he couldn’t pop a knot just yet; hormones only did so much, and to develop a real knot he’d need a studding partner.
He froze when he noticed one of his hands had crept down between his legs.
Nope! Not gonna do that. Jerking off to his senpais would be rude!
With a grunt that turned into an annoyed alpha growl Hitoshi abandoned his bed and took the two steps to his bedroom door.
He didn’t slam it shut—he wasn’t an animal—but he did make sure to cough and make some noise as he approached his captain’s bedroom door. The carpet on the floor was thin, and old floorboards creaked beneath it. He rocked his weight back and forth as he stood before the door, just to give them a bit more time to get decent.
Speaking of indecency, they hadn’t even bothered to put a sock or a coat hanger or anything at all on the doorknob! It was common courtesy to use one of the many international signs for ‘do not disturb, we’re getting down and dirty’. Though, with the volume of their fucking they probably assumed just about everyone would get the picture and steer clear.
Not Hitoshi.
Not tonight.
He would get some peace and quiet if it killed him.
He knocked three times, pounding his fist against the door. To his horror, it swung open on the final knock. Fucking shit, those horn-dogs hadn’t even locked it!
Reflexively, Hitoshi covered his eyes. Yeah, he’d seen his classmates naked in the locker room, but this was different! Covering his eyes did nothing to stop the smell that washed over him. It was that peculiar smell combined with a feeling in the air—a shift in pressure and the scent of dampness that preceded a thunderstorm—that punched him in the face. He gagged and stepped back, choking on it. It was so… potent. It was Kaminari, and he smelled fertile .
Why the fuck did he have to spend his heat here?
Along with Kaminari’s heat-stink was the smell of adhesives and spice that tickled the recesses of Hitoshi’s brain. Sero was horny, virile , near rut. Hitoshi didn’t know whether he wanted to fight him or offer himself up on a platter to his alpha.
His what?
He brought his hand down to see Sero holding a large pink knotting dildo halfway in Kaminari’s front hole. Kaminari was face down, ass up, drooling on the pillow. They both stared at him.
Hitoshi felt his boxers soak with slick. His own dark coffee scent—too bitter for a traditional omega but perfectly suited for one that became an alpha—flooded the hallway and mingled with theirs.
“I… I just wanted to say…” Hitoshi tried to form words.
He saw Kaminari look at Sero and mouth the word “omega”.
Sero must have caught it in his peripheral vision because he shook his head, never taking his eyes off Hitoshi. “No,” he whispered. Then, louder, he said, “Alpha, come give me a hand with this one. I can smell you want him.”
As if pulled by a magnet, Hitoshi walked in. His shins hit the bed and craned his head around the room, trying to look anywhere and everywhere but where Sero was fucking into Kaminari ever so slowly and lewdly with that big pink cock. The door was shut and locked—he didn’t remember doing that. His eyes darted around the rest of his captain’s den.
Sero’s room was plastered in lacrosse posters, pin-ups, and ancient shounen anime posters pulled from long-defunct magazines. Laundry reeking of sweat and alpha was strewn about haphazardly over soft, homey, southeast Asian furnishings. The entire space was practically a nest with how much it screamed—
“Hanta! Please!” Kaminari interrupted Hitoshi’s thoughts and brought his full attention back to… that massive pink dildo spearing his front hole wide. Lube and slick frothed around his entrance and dripped onto the bed.
Hitoshi swallowed, hard, to keep from making any embarrassing noises. He turned his head, but that just brought Sero’s petite alpha dick into view. It was flaccid, covered in slick, and twitching under Hitoshi’s gaze.
“He’s saying my name, but he wants you,” Sero reassured Hitoshi. He patted Kaminari’s upturned ass and continued, “Even insisted on having his heat here instead of the heat room to get your attention. Wanted you to smell what a slut he is for alpha cock.”
Kaminari agreed. “I can be so good for you Hitoshi. Can take any knot. See?” He shoved himself back on the dildo and the entire width of the knot sank into him without resistance.
Both Sero and Hitoshi moaned. It was quite the sight.
Sero grinned and reached to pat Hitoshi on the shoulder. “I’m having a bit of trouble, but maybe you could properly knock him up?”
Hitoshi finally made his mouth form real words. Unfortunately, they were stupid words. “Isn’t he yours?”
Sero rolled his eyes and pulled Hitoshi against his side… his sweaty, naked, smelly-in-a-good-way side. “He wants to be mine and yours. I want you too,” Sero whispered that part against the shell of Hitoshi’s ear. Hitoshi could feel the grin, lips pressing against heated skin when he went on. “I was so happy when you moved into the house. I smell you through the wall you know. You’re so fucking hot. There’s days you almost throw me into rut and I get off knowing you’re so close by… slicking yourself in your sleep.”
“I do not!” Hitoshi struggled against the other alpha’s strong hold.
“You do. It’s fine, I know you’re an alpha. That’s why I’m offering to share. Let’s call it… team bonding. Come on, Fresh Meat. Do it for your captain.”
“Do it for me, Alpha!” Kaminari whined and continued to fuck himself on the dildo in Sero’s hand. He lifted his leg to give Hitoshi a better view. His omega cock was soft and bobbing in time with each thrust, his thighs were smeared with the copious amount of slick leaking from his front hole and spread between his plump ass cheeks. The view was practically blurry with the heat pouring off him. Hitoshi brought a hand close to his skin and felt it wafting off in waves. Kaminari shoved his stomach forward so that Hitoshi was touching it and—fuck—he could feel the dildo spearing his core and making his guts bulge.
“Oh fuck!”
“Right?” Sero agreed and rubbed his small but hardening cock against Hitoshi’s hip. It was thin and long, delicate like the twin scars tracing beneath Sero’s pecs, but with a bulge at the base that promised a knot and screamed alpha .
“You’re beautiful,” Hitoshi whispered against Sero’s ear.
Sero turned his head and kissed him, thoroughly. Fuck, was Sero good at kissing. He licked into Hitoshi’s mouth—he was so glad he’d brushed his teeth already with how determinedly Sero explored his mouth and traced his molars. Hitoshi kissed back, with just as much enthusiasm if not as much skill. He hadn’t gotten a lot of practice, and Sero was a well known playboy.
“Hello! Omega here! Hot and ready!” Kaminari loudly complained and pulled himself off the dildo. He turned and knelt cutely on the bed, blond hair falling over one eye as he pouted. “Hitoshi, don’t you want me?”
“Yeah.” Hitoshi barely had time to say the word before Kaminari was grabbing him and hauling him onto the bed. Hitoshi landed on him, and a moment later was in him.
Kaminari was agile and strong, wrapping Hitoshi in his arms and legs and forcing Hitoshi’s cock inside that slicked and gaping hole. It felt like heaven, hot and wet and ribbed when Kaminari clenched down. Then Hitoshi’s cock hit something. The head of him bounced against something firm, and round, that shifted.
“Wha—”
“Eggs,” Sero explained and crowded against Hitoshi’s back so he couldn’t pull out in shock. “Silicone in his pussy and gelatin in his ass. He loves being full, being bred like an omega should.”
Hitoshi shivered. There should have been the undercurrent of a threat in those words, with Sero knowing about him and having his cock rutting against Hitoshi’s ass, but all he felt was lust. He was going to add to the mess. “I’ll fertilize those eggs,” he growled and thrust as best he could into a writhing omega in the throes of heat.
He didn’t have a knot, not yet, but he’d try his best.
“Breed me! Fuck me alpha!” Kaminari wailed.
The omega definitely appreciated his efforts. Sero did too if the approving hum from behind him meant anything. The feeling of that cock rocking between his cheeks felt so good, it encouraged Hitoshi to pull almost all the way out before ramming back home so those slippery eggs bounced and pulsed around his cockhead and Kaminari wailed. Without a knot, the vice-like clenching when Kaminari came pushed out not only Hitoshi’s cock but a couple of eggs. The sound, of air and lube spurting out and heavy silicone hitting the sheets, was so lewd it had Hitoshi’s hand on his cock—holding the base as he came onto his omega’s gaped front hole.
There was the slightest bulge beneath his palm and it made Hitoshi gasp, “Holy fuck!”
It was the beginnings of his knot.
Kaminari whined. “Alpha… breed me! Please!”
Sero pushed his way around Hitoshi to shove the eggs back in with his hands. “Denki’s on birth control, so we’ll use these to get him nice and pregnant.”
Hitoshi stared, mouth slightly agape, as Sero took an egg carton full of brightly colored, textured, silicone balls and rolled one against Kaminari’s crotch, covering it in Hitoshi’s come. Then he popped it inside with little resistance. Sero took the next and looked consideringly between Kaminari and Hitoshi. He swiped it against Hitoshi’s front hole and grinned when Hitoshi gasped—half afraid Sero intended to stuff him full and—
Nope! He did not have a breeding kink… at least not a getting bred kink. Right? Did breeding kink include eggs?
Hitoshi moaned when Sero stuffed the egg coated in his slick into Kaminari’s puffy hole. He could see the inside of those pink walls glistening and twitching in the room’s dim light.
“More… Alphas. Need it…” Kaminari whined wantonly.
“Well?” Sero grinned and shoved Hitoshi to straddle Kaminari’s head. “Gonna give him what he wants?”
“Kaminari…” Hitoshi checked in before putting his dick between plush lips.
“Please, you’ve been in me, call me Denki.”
They fucked Denki. In his mouth and front hole at the same time, then his front and ass. They double penetrated him each way until he stopped moaning and demanding more and just… took it. His head lolled and his eyes glazed over as waves of lust-filled pheromones slowly melted into those of a sated omega. The bedroom reeked of sex and the air after a storm. Hitoshi, spent, collapsed next to an unconscious Denki and fell asleep to Sero petting both their heads.
Hitoshi woke to the sound of the house settling. Despite the chill of a drafty old building at night he was warm. Though the faint smell of alpha pheromones—tape and musk—was completely unfamiliar. The same was true of the blanket, the source of the smell.
Right.
He’d fallen asleep in Sero’s bed after fucking Denki—holy shit, he got to call his senpai by his first name—senseless. Denki snuggled against his front, sprawled on his back but somehow pressing his side against Hitoshi. Denki’s armpit covered his nose, and Hitoshi could smell the electrifying mix of pheromones that meant another wave of heat was coming. Damn, Denki was insatiable.
Then again, being this close to an omega in heat was making Hitoshi’s inner alpha insatiable too. He kept his eyes closed and breathed in deeply. Denki and Hanta—he figured being balls deep in an omega together earned first name privileges—smelled so good together. His scent smelled nice too, added to the mix. He planned to add a bit more. His hand reached between his legs to find his cock hard; a bit of slick leaked from his front hole and wet his balls. He wondered if he could coax the start of his knot any larger by jerking off to Denki in heat.
Hitoshi opened his eyes to see Denki’s face, only to find him peacefully asleep with his mouth open. Drool spilled onto his pillow. Beyond the dozing omega was Hanta, smugly staring at them both.
“Don’t stop on my account,” Hanta whispered and stretched, raising his hips and his own rock-hard erection.
“He’s asleep!” Hitoshi hissed back, though he kept his hand on his cock.
Hanta crawled over Denki to straddle Hitoshi. He leaned so close their cocks brushed together. Hitoshi shivered. “Denki and I have an agreement. We’ll let you in on it.” He laid on top of Hitoshi, his body heavy and hard, to whisper straight in his ear, “You can use him while he’s sleeping.”
Hitoshi jerked back as much as he could when pinned down by pure alpha weight, scent, and will. “Don’t joke,” he bit out.
“I’m being serious.” Hanta grabbed him by the chin when he looked away and forced their eyes to meet. “Hitoshi, I would never joke about something like this. He wants you. I want you. He would love for you to play with him while he’s asleep and helpless. Do it… for us.”
Hitoshi chewed his lip. Could it be true? He did trust Hanta; he had no reason to lie. And Denki was known to be… well, there was no polite way to say knot-slut. Which explained the dildo and being stuffed full of eggs overnight.
They had stayed in overnight, hadn’t they?
“Okay.” Hitoshi nodded. Hanta let him up and he immediately rolled to settle between Denki’s splayed legs. “Fuck…”
He couldn’t take his eyes off it. Denki’s front hole… it was held open. The pink lips spread apart and something pushed out the skin just above where Denki’s balls would sit if he wasn’t in heat. Hitoshi was so mesmerized, he didn’t notice Hanta sitting on top of his legs. He carefully poked at taut skin and saw the shiny silicone visible within Denki’s hole shift. Hanta’s cock settled against his backside and he leaned down to look over Hitoshi’s shoulder. Hitoshi pushed at the rim of Denki’s opening, revealing more and more of the egg until—
Pop!
The egg and a trickle of slick plopped out onto the sheets. Hitoshi gasped and tried to sit back, only to grind Hanta’s cock over his front hole and gasp again. Damn, he was soaking Hanta as much as Denki soaked those eggs. Hitoshi couldn’t bear to face Hanta right now—what kind of an alpha slicked up, after all?—so he had to face Denki’s gaped-open hole. He could see every pink wrinkle all the way in, at least until the next egg. Hitoshi reached in, his finger barely touching Denki’s walls, and poked at it.
The egg shifted and Denki moaned.
Hitoshi echoed him, and ground his hips between the sheets and Hanta’s cock.
“You like that, don’t you?”
Hitoshi shivered and when the second egg popped out to join the first he gasped, jerking so the head of Hanta’s cock kissed his entrance.
“You want me to show you how to fuck him?”
“Hah—how?” Hitoshi stuttered, grabbing the insides of Denki’s thighs.
“Like this.” Without further ado, he slipped his slick-soaked cock between Hitoshi’s folds, right into his core. “Fuck! Toshi, you’re so fucking wet. You like seeing your omega full of eggs and come?”
Hitoshi bit his lip. He didn’t want to wake Denki, whose pheromones smelled more and more delectable with each egg he laid.
“Let’s fill him up again, yeah?” Hanta manhandled Hitoshi until his cock was right at Denki’s opening.
Hitoshi thrust. Hanta followed, resheathing himself and driving Hitoshi deeper. Denki’s breathing picked up, but his eyes stayed closed as he slept.
“You’re such a good alpha, giving us just what we need.” Hanta reached around and shifted Denki’s legs until they were splayed over Hitoshi’s. “Let’s breed our omega good and deep.”
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” Hitoshi whispered, louder and louder until he bit his tongue. Hanta was going too fast. Denki’s shoulders bounced against his pillow, his body rocked with their thrusts.
“Oh, fuck!” Suddenly arms wrapped around Hitoshi’s shoulders, pulling him down as Denki clenched and became an active participant in his debauching. “I’m gonna come!”
Semen splattered against Hitoshi’s stomach as Denki came. The feeling of it all, an omega at his front—squeezing around the first swellings of his knot—and an alpha at his back fucking into his hole had Hitoshi spilling as well.
Hanta kept pounding into him.
It was too much. “Please! Hanta! Senpai!” Hitoshi wailed while Denki grinned and held him close, forcing him to take it.
“Keep going, Hanta,” he goaded before kissing Hitoshi’s neck. His lips and tongue felt electric running over Hitoshi’s pulse point.
“Please!”
Hanta kept fucking into him as Hitoshi wailed. He licked Hitoshi’s ear and growled, “What’re you begging for?”
“I… Ah! I don’t—” He honestly didn’t know.
Denki raked his fingernails down Hitoshi’s sides. “Do you want him to stop?”
“No!”
Hanta bit him, almost like a mating mark. “What do you want, alpha?”
“Breed me!” Hitoshi wailed and Hanta complied, his knot swelling as Hitoshi broke down into overstimulated sobs. It felt so good. It shouldn’t feel so good, should it? He was an alpha. He shivered and clenched around the swollen thing spreading his guts… like an omega.
Denki shushed him and peppered his face with kisses, even licking away his tears before kissing him deeply once more. Hitoshi kissed back—it was only polite—while Hanta petted his side and whispered praise at them both.
“Good boys. Good alpha taking a knot. Don’t worry, one knot won’t bitch you. You did so good, breeding Denki. Look how full he is now.”
“Uncomfortably full,” Denki whined from beneath them both.
Hitoshi pulled out his knot and stared as, with a grunt and focused look, Denki squeezed out a small clutch of eggs in one push. The heavy silicone balls dropped onto the sheets one after the other, connected by ropes of slick.
“Fuck, Hitoshi. I can feel you squeezing me. You like watching him lay eggs?”
He bit his lip to keep from moaning.
Hanta’s voice dropped, “Or do you want to be full of eggs?”
“Fuck!” Hitoshi grabbed Hanta’s thighs and shivered.
“Looks like he wants to,” Denki laughed and pushed out another egg; he gasped as it escaped with a pop. Something obviously felt good about it.
Hanta pulled out and rolled Hitoshi over to lie next to a sweaty, sated Denki. “Well, you want to be stuffed full?”
Denki snuggled against his side and massaged his stomach, where the eggs would be going. “Let us worship you, alpha.”
Hanta held up a slick covered egg, still warm from being inside Denki’s hole. It was an offer he couldn’t refuse.
Hitoshi swallowed and nodded. “Yes please.”