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“‘M so full, Kuro. Feels so good,” Kenma slurs, blearily blinking up at Kuroo through half-lidded eyes. Kuroo chuckles, and Kenma feels it shake all around him. Kenma tries to narrow his eyes when he feels it jostle inside of him, but all it does is earn him a nuzzle from Kuroo.
“Yeah? You like feeling full from my knot? Like being stuffed full of my cum?” Kuroo asks, his voice low against the shell of Kenma’s ear. Kenma squirms from the way his breath tickles his ear, but nods his head.
“Yeah, love your knot. Wanna be stuffed full always.”
Kenma tries not to gasp when he feels Kuroo twitch and release another spurt inside of him.
“You can’t say these things, Kenma. Otherwise I’m gonna get ideas in my head,” Kuroo groans, burying his face in the crook of Kenma’s neck. Kuroo’s tail isn’t out, but Kenma could imagine that if it were, it’d be thumping a hole through their bed. His own tail wraps itself around Kuroo's arm that is holding him by the waist, and he encourages Kuroo’s scenting by baring his neck further. He’s pretty sure his neck is littered in bites and hickeys like it always is after his heat, because the spot that Kuroo’s currently sucking on is particularly painful.
“Like what kind of ideas?” Kenma hears himself asking, as he rests his head on Kuroo’s chests. Kuroo readjusts him as best as he can without jostling Kenma too much, and Kenma settles on closing his eyes. The past couple of days of his heat are catching up to him, and the exhaustion is starting to kick in full force.
“Well, I have this friend…,” Kenma hears Kuroo say, and he hums to let Kuroo know that he is still awake. For how much longer though, Kenma isn’t sure.
“And he’s always wanted to…with a cat hybrid…his boyfriend…knotted…talk more about it or…next heat.”
Kuroo’s words flit around his head and Kenma’s trying to stay awake long enough to finish the conversation he’s having, but it’s hard. Especially with the way Kuroo’s chest rumbles with each word he speaks. Kenma finds himself focused more on the way he can feel the vibration reverberate through his ear pressed against his chest, rather than the words Kuroo’s actually saying.
“Mhm, sure,” Kenma finds himself saying in his half asleep state. Kuroo’s voice had tapered off, so Kenma could only assume that he had asked a question and was waiting for his response.
He’s not exactly sure what he agreed on, but it must be something good because he can almost feel the way Kuroo’s scent spikes in happiness. He can’t exactly smell it, due to their differences in natures with him being a cat hybrid and Kuroo being a werewolf, but he thinks it doesn’t matter. Not with the way Kuroo wraps his arms around him as Kenma drifts off to sleep, warm and thoroughly fucked out, stuffed and knotted to the brim.
❊❊❊
“Kuro, are you home?” Kenma asks as soon as he hears the line go through.
“Hi kitten,” Kuroo greets. “No I’m not, what’s wrong?”
Kenma bites his lip and looks around the empty lecture hall he had hidden himself in. It’s around lunchtime now, so most students shouldn’t be in the building, let alone in a lecture hall like himself.
“I–I’m at uni,” he tries to explain, but his head is starting to feel a little hazy.
“What’s wrong?” Kuroo’s voice comes from the phone, more urgent and clearly worried.
Kenma wraps an arm around his stomach and presses his legs together, whilst squeezing his phone in his other hand to stop himself from touching where he really needs it.
“I– my heat,” Kenma stammers. “My heat came early.”
He hears Kuroo suck in a breath from over the line, and it takes everything in Kenma not to think about what other things Kuroo could be doing with his mouth.
“Can you get home on your own or do you want me to come get you, baby?” Kuroo asks, and Kenma feels something melt inside of him from hearing the pet name.
Yes! Kenma is Kuro’s baby. Kuro will take care of Kenma in his heat. Kuro will stuff Kenma nice and full. Kuro will put a baby in Ke–
“Kenma.”
Kenma jolts, hearing his own name from the phone. Oh right , Kuroo had asked him a question. He tries to assess himself. Dirty thoughts about Kuroo, about Kuroo’s knot, Kuroo bending him over and breeding him, Kuroo— Kuroo had asked him a question . Kenma shakes his head to try and clear his head. He definitely feels warmer than he thinks is normal, and there’s a cramp starting to form in his lower stomach. Two checks for being in heat. He hasn’t started leaking slick, and he doesn’t think that his scent has started to spread too badly yet either, as he can’t smell himself in the air, so Kenma thinks that he should still be alright.
“I think I should be good,” Kenma mumbles into his phone as he picks up his bag again. He lightly taps his ass to double check whether he had started leaking yet, but his hand comes back dry. Thankfully .
“Okay, I want you to make your way home for me, and I’ll be there as soon as I can. Get yourself nice and comfortable for me, alright?” Kuroo instructs, and Kenma finds himself nodding and whimpering into the phone. He loves it when Kuroo gives him clear orders – clear commands . Kenma shivers and feels goosebumps erupt across his skin, despite his rising temperature. He manages to make a vague sound of understanding so Kuroo knows that he heard him.
“Good boy, I’ll see you soon,” Kuroo says, hanging up before Kenma could get a word in. And good thing that he did, because Kenma couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped his lips from hearing those words.
Oh god, he needed to get home ASAP.
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Kenma outright stumbles into their shared apartment on all fours. The entire trip back home was a blur of increasingly explicit thoughts of Kuroo and the things he would do to Kenma once he got back. Kuroo would treat him so well, take care of his heat and leave him nice and satisfied. Kenma couldn’t wait .
Kenma stumbles into his own room, grabbing a couple of pillows from his bed and the fluffy blanket he uses when he games at the table, before making his way into Kuroo’s room. He dumps everything onto the bed, quickly making his way around the room to pick up any discarded hoodies or shirts Kuroo has lying around the room. He also spots the nearly full laundry basket in the corner of the room, and Kenma’s eyes light up like a kid at the candy store. He proceeds to dump the entire basket onto the bed as well, and nearly groans when the strong, distinct scent of Kuroo hits him. Kenma crawls into the bed and buries his face into the pile of unwashed clothes and lets out another groan. The scent of Kuroo is all around him, and it’s only like this, when Kenma is well and truly in heat, that he can smell Kuroo. The scent of his pheromones, the gentle musk and minty undertone that he carries around. Kenma would drown himself in the scent if he could. He haphazardly throws pieces of clothing around the bed, rearranging the pieces to form a nest of sorts. Kuroo’s bed is massive, big enough to hold even his werewolf form, so Kenma arranges everything to have some sort of structure whilst keeping the strongest smelling of Kuroo’s clothes near him.
And that’s how Kuroo finds Kenma. Naked on the bed, face down and ass up with his nose buried in one of Kuroo’s unwashed boxer briefs. Kenma is panting open-mouthed into the fabric, a large wet patch forming where he’s been sucking on it, and his tail is swishing violently in the air. One of Kuroo’s pillows is between his legs and it’s clear it’s been there for a while with the way Kenma is humping into it. Kenma’s thighs are coated in slick, and the entire half of the pillow is stained with it too. The pillow makes an obscene shlick-shlick sound each time Kenma moves up and down, but that only serves to fuel him further. Kenma wants to touch himself – needs to touch himself, and has been for the last hour, but he doesn't. He knows better than to, because only Kuroo is allowed to touch his pussy. But that doesn’t mean he isn’t sensitive to the touch from the way he’s been rubbing his pussy against the pillow, seeking any type of friction from the fabric whilst he waited for Kuroo to get back.
“Fuck, kitten,” Kuroo groans as he makes his way onto the bed, stripping out of his clothes at the same time. He crawls his way over Kenma and plants a kiss behind his ears before licking a fat stripe up his neck. Kenma cries out, feeling Kuroo’s tongue lap over his sensitive scent gland, as he peppers more kisses and sucks dark spots into his skin wherever he can. Kenma turns onto his back, reluctantly letting go of Kuroo’s soiled boxers, before wrapping his arms around the wolf’s neck.
It only takes a whined out Kuro from Kenma to have the alpha all over him, pressing open-mouthed kisses against his lips. Kenma sucks on Kuroo’s tongue, savouring the taste of the alpha combined with his scent enveloping him. Kenma’s eyes flutter close when Kuroo’s hands snake up his chest, rolling his nipples between deft fingers.
“Kuro, need you,” Kenma gasps when he feels Kuroo suck against his left nipple, whilst pinching the other.
“Mhm, you’ll get me soon,” Kuroo teases, before he’s back to sucking and biting against the skin of Kenma’s neck and chest. Kenma’s hands fly up to grasp onto the pillows next to his head, squeezing his eyes shut as his chest arches up. With Kuroo directly in front of him and Kenma almost drunk on Kuroo’s scent all around him, he can’t think of anything else other than need, need, need .
So Kenma doesn’t think anything of Kuroo pulling away for a second, before placing his hands back on Kenma. The bed dips next to Kenma, but he pays it no mind. Especially not with the way Kuroo bites at his neck and sucks more spots into his chest, leaving Kenma gasping and clenching his eyes shut. Kuroo’s hands snake their way up and down Kenma’s body, grasping and kneading at whatever spots he can get his hands on.
“More, Kuro,” Kenma gasps as he lets his legs fall open, wrapping them around Kuroo’s solid waist. Kuroo chuckles lowly in his ear, which has Kenma shivering in his hold.
“Aren’t you so cute?”
Kenmas' brows furrow together as he bares his neck further for Kuroo to bite at. Kuroo's voice was deep, but not this deep usually.
“Fuck, I cant wait to see you round with my eggs.”
Eggs?
Kuroo had a knot, and it was no secret that he had a breeding kink too – the both of them did – but eggs were never mentioned because Kuroo doesn't have eggs. Neither of them did. Now that he thinks about it, the hands feeling him up and down feel different – skin rougher, fingers thicker and shorter, stronger. There’s an underlying saltiness in his scent when Kenma breathes in.
Kenma pries an eye open.
He’s faced with large golden eyes surrounded by shimmering blue scales in front of him. The first thing that Kenma notices is that the eyes are bright, so bright that they almost look like they’re emitting their own shine in the low light of the room. The second thing is the absolute hunger behind them, like a starved man in front of a feast, ready to pounce and devour any second now. The third thing he notices is that this is not Kuroo.
Kenma gasps and tries to scramble back, but the man on top of him is faster, pinning his wrists against the bed. Kenma’s brain works slower when he’s in heat – every thought delayed behind a cloud of lust – but even so, Kenma can recognise that this doesn’t make sense.
But before the panic can make its way through his heat-muddled brain, there’s a familiar voice calling out to him.
“Kenma, baby.”
It takes Kenma a moment to look away from the man looming over him and to the side where Kuroo had called out to him. Had Kenma not been in heat, he probably would have thought twice before looking away and therefore baring his neck to the man on top of him, but Kenma’s mind can only think of Kuroo. And Kuroo is right there! Kneeling on the bed next to Kenma, in the large nest that Kenma made. But there’s also another person lying on the bed underneath Kuroo.
Kenma makes a sound in the back of his throat, his brain not working like usual and not understanding who all these people in his nest were.
“Shh, it’s okay. I’ve got you, kitten,” Kuroo reassures, leaning over to cup a hand against Kenma’s cheek. Kenma instantly nuzzles into his palm, feeling his body and mind melt from the touch. Kenma’s hands come free, and he brings both of them up to hold Kuroo’s against his cheek. He makes a sound of satisfaction and doesn't know why he didn’t hold Kuroo’s hand earlier.
“Can you open your eyes for me, baby?” Kuroo asks, so Kenma does.
Kenma’s eyes find Kuroo first. He’s kneeling on the bed, naked with all of his gorgeous tanned skin on display. His fluffy black tail is out and swinging lazily behind him, and Kenma thinks he can make out the tips of his wolf ears in between his mess of hair too. But that’s not what draws Kenma’s attention. It’s the thin black tail that has wrapped its way around Kuroo’s other arm, the one supporting his weight as he was bent over the bed. Over another person . The one underneath Kuroo was lying close to Kenma, with his head of black curls splayed out prettily on the sheets. Half-lidded blue eyes glanced up at Kenma, and Kenma swears that he could recognise the pretty face and pretty pout that looked at him expectantly, but he couldn’t place it in his current state. That’s when he realises that there was still the other person waiting in between his legs. The same golden eyes met his gaze with a bright smile, revealing rows of sharp teeth. But despite that, what stood out the most was his head of grey-and-black streaked hair. Combined with his body on full display – an endless expanse of scale-bejewelled muscles, from his bulging biceps to large pecs and clear-cut abs, leading further down to a sharp adonis belt. Kenma had to wonder whether this was something his heat-idled brain conjured up, like a wet dream on crack.
“You look so cute when you become cockdrunk stupid.”
It takes Kenma a moment to realise that Kuroo was speaking to him, and he only knows this because Kuroo’s looking directly at him. The whine he lets out doesn’t sound nearly as strong as he had hoped, and comes out more as a whimper.
“These are my friends, Kenma. Bokuto and Akaashi,” Kuroo introduces, ignoring him. “You’ve met them before.” Kenma tries to rack his brain to when he might have met them, but it’s hard. The nest suddenly feels a lot smaller and warmer now that he’s aware of all the people in it. “At my birthday party last year and during volleyball matches. And we’ve even had dinners together with all the others too.”
Kenma tries to recall the events but his mind only conjures up fleeting images of those times. A sharp smile. A flash of spiky grey hair. Horn-rimmed glasses. Fluttering dark eyelashes. Kenma lets out a huff and whines when he can’t fully remember. The heat that’s been simmering underneath his skin feels like it's reaching a boiling point. He just wants Kuroo to touch him – anyone to touch him, at this point – he doesn’t know why they’re talking about stuff like this.
Kenma’s writhing in the sheets, trying to get Kuroo’s hands on him to do something – to touch him him, to fuck him, to do anything . He hears Kuroo chuckle under his breath before he’s pulling his hand away again. It’s instantly replaced by a slimmer one, the touch almost delicate, paired with the same rough hands from earlier slowly spreading his thighs.
“It’s okay, Kozume-san,” a soft voice calls out next to him. Kenma has to tear his eyes away from Bokuto slowly inching his way up his thighs, closer and closer to where he needs it. Akaashi is lying next to him, his hand lifted to cup Kenma’s face right where Kuroo’s hand had been just a moment ago. Kenma sees Kuroo smile proudly at them, before slowly making his way between Akaashi’s legs. The little involuntary sounds that escape Akaashi’s lips afterwards tells Kenma more than enough to know what Kuroo’s doing. But Kenma doesn’t get a chance to take a proper look before Akaashi is tilting his head by his chin to face him.
“You’re okay, Kenma,” Akaashi whispers against his lips before capturing them in a kiss. It’s hot and wet and messy, and it takes Kenma a moment to realise that the mewls he hears are coming from his own mouth. He lets Akaashi explore the inside of his mouth with his tongue, languidly licking and tasting Kenma as much as he can. Kenma feels himself melt with every kiss, mind going fuzzy with every lick until his entire body feels like it's floating away. He thinks that someone mutters a curse somewhere to the side, but Kenma can’t focus on anything else apart from the pillowy softness of Akaashi’s lips.
“Fuck, ‘Kaashi. You can’t lay it on so strongly for his first time.”
Kenma turns his head to look at Bokuto, but his head feels like it’s made of lead. Through half delirious eyes, Kenma sees Bokuto pouting over at Akaashi.
“It’s fine, Bokkun,” he hears Kuroo drawl out with a huffed out laugh, his eyes only barely peeking above Akaashi’s thighs. “Kenma’s fine,” he reassures.
Kenma’s not sure what they’re talking about, but he supposes that if Kuroo and the rest of them say that he’s fine, then he must actually be fine. But his body’s still simmering with heat, and Kenma feels more familiar wetness leaking out of him again.
“But Akaashi’s hogging him,” Bokuto pouts. Kenma only has a moment to figure out that the ‘ him ’ they were talking about was in fact, Kenma, before his body’s being dragged out of reach from Akaashi.
“Hnng ‘Kaashi,” Kenma cries out, because Akaashi’s kisses felt so good, and now he’s so far away.
“No, not Akaashi. Focus on me,” Bokuto declares, holding onto Kenma’s chin with one hand and bracketing him within his other to make sure Kenma’s only looking at him. Bokuto also brings them together in a kiss, licking and nipping against him wherever he could. Kenma brings his heavy arms around Bokuto’s neck, tangling his hands in between the short salt-and-pepper strands at the nape of his neck, before also wrapping his legs around his thick waist again. Kenma instantly bucks up, trying to find even the slightest stimulation against his throbbing heat. He thinks he’ll go insane if he doesn’t get anything inside of him within the next minute.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” Bokuto whispers, and Kenma lets out a sigh in relief. His fingers trail their way down his body the same time Bokuto’s lips do. Bokuto is quick to suck and bite red spots across Kenma’s chest again, but his fingers don’t stop until he’s pushing two thick fingers inside of his cunt.
Kenma cries out, not because it was too much, but because it wasn’t enough. Kenma’s pussy has been leaking non-stop since he first got his hands on Kuroo’s dirty underwear, but it’s been neglected this entire time. So now every sensation feels like it’s been dialled up to the max, and Kenma swears that he can feel each of Bokuto’s knuckles as he pumps his fingers in and out of him.
“Shit, you’re so tight,” Bokuto hisses, adding another finger. Kenma clenches down on the digits, and moans when Bokuto curls them up just right.
“Relax for me, kitty? There we go,” Bokuto praises, alternating between pumping and scissoring his fingers open inside of Kenma. And Kenma can’t do anything other than lie there and take it, even as Bokuto adds another finger and continues thrusting in and out of him.
“More, more,” Kenma begs, rocking his body back to meet Bokuto’s fingers.
“Soon,” Bokuto reassures, bringing their lips back together in a messy kiss. “Want to make sure you’re nice and ready first.”
“‘M ready! Please, please Bokuto,” Kenma begs. He feels the heat inside of him increasing, building up and up until Bokuto’s adding another finger and curling them just right, and then the dam inside of him bursts. Kenma’s orgasm hits him like a freight train, a mix of Bokuto’s name and a string of curses leaving his lips, and he swears that he sees literal stars behind his eyes.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Bokuto wonders under his breath. He’s leaning slightly away, marvelling at Kenma’s blissed out face. Kenma’s slumped out on the bed, panting heavily as he tries to recover from that. He doesn’t think he’s orgasmed that hard since his last heat, but even then, the memory is hazy.
“Don’t look so tired out, we haven’t even gotten started yet,” Bokuto snickers, pulling Kenma back by his limp legs. Kenma sucks in a sharp breath when his sensitive pussy makes contact with Bokuto’s waist from the force. He twists in the sheets, fisting the fabric as he tries to back away.
“Not yet,” Kenma whines, as Bokuto steadies him with a tight grip around his thigh. It’s too soon for Kenma to fo again, even if he was in heat, but Bokuto seems to think otherwise. Bokuto brings his other hand down to wipe up some of Kenma’s slick before wrapping it around his own dick, and Kenma gasps when he notices it.
Or rather, notices them .
Because instead of having his hand wrapped around one dick, Bokuto’s hand is pumping two dicks. Both of which belong to Bokuto.
“Oh my fuck,” Kenma chokes. Bokuto’s dicks are thick and heavy in his hand, an angry shade of red, and dripping from their tapered tip. Kenma feels another wave of slick leak out of him, and it would be embarrassing if not for the way Bokuto seems to be enjoying it just as much.
“You’ll be fine,” Bokuto says, smiling at him entirely too sweetly for someone who has two dicks in their hand. Kenma whines, but his legs fall open as if they had a mind of their own. Bokuto’s happy face is so bright that it leaves Kenma feeling dazed, momentarily forgetting that Bokuto’s guiding himself against his pussy.
“W-wait,” Kenma stammers, watching Bouto stop just shy of breaching him. “Not both at once, right?” Kenma asks, almost scared at the thought. He’s used to taking Kuroo’s knot – loves Kuroo’s knot – but this was different. Bokuto’s slightly shorter, but a little thicker than Kuroo. Kuroo’s knot used to be a challenge for them the first couple of times, so Kenma thinks that there’s no way he would be able to take both cocks at once, not without bursting. Kenma doesn’t even know why Bokuto has two cocks. He doesn't know of any species that would have two dicks, let alone why .
Bokuto lets out a short laugh. “Of course both at once!”
Kenma’s instantly shaking his head. “It won’t fit, there’s no way you’ll fit,” Kenma whimpers trying to close his legs, but Bokuto’s waist and the way he tightens his hold around Kenma’s leg has him stopping.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make it fit,” Bokuto declares, pressing a chaste kiss against the inside of Kenma’s thigh.
Kenma swears his soul leaves his body when Bokuto enters him. He’s slow and steady, but by no means gentle as he continues pushing his way inside of Kenma until he bottoms out in one movement.
“ Fu-ahck, ” Kenma cries, eyes rolling back in his head. Despite all the slick he’s leaking, and how he’s loosened up from his previous release, Kenma feels stretched out to the point of bursting.
“Ah– I can’t– fuck, please,” Kenma sobs, feeling a trail of tears run down his cheeks. He doesn’t think he’s ever felt so full, as if even taking a breath would be too much for him. “ ‘s too much– ah– please– too big.”
“You’re doing so good, kitty,” Bokuto murmurs into his hair, pressing a soft kiss against his temple. “Taking me so well.” Bokuto takes several minutes to continue peppering kisses across his skin, nuzzling against him and licking up his neck to help Kenma ease the pain.
And somehow, it works. The pain from the initial stretch melts into feelings of pleasure, and it’s nothing like Kenma could have ever imagined. He’s stretched to the brim, feeling every twitch and shiver that wracks its way through Bokuto’s body through his throbbing pussy.
And the pleasure must show on his face, because Bokuto's slowly starting to rock his hips – little swivelling motions that turn into him thrusting in and out. It’s like each thrust reaches deeper and deeper inside of him, knocking against his cervix and sending sparks of pain up his spine.
Bokuto’s grunting above him, beads of sweat lining his hairline as his face is lost in pleasure. He’s using Kenma entirely for his own pleasure alone, disregarding Kenma’s whines and babbles about it being too much. Kenma swears he’ll break if Bokuto continues the punishing pace he’s at. Kenma feels his second orgasm rip out of him, and it nearly blinds him with how strong it comes. He screams as he comes, his tail ramrod straight on the mattress, but Bokuto doesn’t seem to notice or slow down. It’s like a wild animal has been set loose, it’s one track mind focused only on reaching its own climax. But somehow, this only adds to the feeling for Kenma. He feels completely used and oversensitive, having the air knocked out of him each time Bokuto snaps his hips, but the slick and cum won’t stop gushing out of him. There’s no doubt that a puddle has formed underneath them with how much Kenma has been leaking, and that only seems to encourage Bokuto even more.
“Ca– can’t, ‘s too full,” Kenma mewls, when he feels his third orgasm within minutes start to build up. He’s bringing his arms up, pawing at Bokuto’s chest to try and get the man to stop, but Bokuto only grins, grabbing both of Kenma’s wrists in one hand and looping them around his neck. He leans down to nuzzle against Kenma’s cheek, and Kenma feels the little fight he had leaving his body.
“What do you mean?” Bokuto asks, pulling back again so that Kenma could see him. He’s rocking shallowly into Kenma, slowing down but not stopping his movements. “Look how well you’re taking me, how good you’re doing.”
Bokuto brings a hand down to caress Kenma's lower stomach and Kenma’s eyes follow to look down as well. It tickles, but it’s not until Bokuto moves his hand away that Kenma sees it. A loud gasp escapes his lips when he realises what it is.
Where his stomach usually lay flat was now a prominent bump – a bulge – that moved each time Bokuto did. The bulge disappears and appears each time Bokuto pounded into him and Kenma only barely recognises that this was Bokuto’s dicks causing his stomach to bulge so obscenely. He watches – as if hypnotised – as Bokuto continues having his way with him. Bokuto places his palm back over Kenma’s bulging stomach and presses down. They both let out loud moans at the feeling. It’s impossibly tight inside of Kenma, and he clenches down on Bokuto’s cocks almost instinctively.
Bokuto hisses, but it feels like he’s reaching even deeper than before – if that was even possible. Kenma feels close to passing out from the pleasure. There’s blood rushing in his ears and his heart feels like it’s beating all the way in his throat. He doesn’t know how he’s going to recover from this, how Kuroo will think of him after this. Kenma involuntarily clenches down again at the thought of his boyfriend. His boyfriend who currently has Akaashi on all fours in front of him, presenting his dripping cunt to Kuroo as the werewolf lands swat after swat on Akaashi’s reddening ass. Kenma lets out a moan the same time as Akaashi when Kuroo brings his hand down again. It’s almost as if Kenma could feel the impact on his own skin, and that has him rocking down to meet Bokuto’s thrusts.
Bokuto groans deep in his throat. “Fuck Kenma, ‘m close.”
Kenma’s breath hitches as Bokuto leans down and pulls him close. With one final thrust and a shudder, Bokuto comes inside of Kenma, filling him up. Kenma slumps against Bokuto’s arms, lying slack as Bokuto continues to pump his load inside of him. Kenma has to clench his eyes shut from the way the pressure builds inside of him.
Bokuto curses lowly under his breath and grunts, as if he were in pain, and Kenma’s eyes fly open. Because something grows inside of Bokuto’s cock – something small and round that travels deeper inside of Kenma each time Bokuto twitches.
“Wait– wait–” Kenma stammers, feeling the round thing reaching further inside of him. He watches in horror as the prominent bulge in his stomach from Bokuto’s cock expands, rounding out until he feels something pop inside of him. And then the pressure of something growing starts all over again. Bokuto has his eyes clenched shut, biting his lips as if he were concentrating on something.
“No– no– stop, please,” Kenma begs, crying out when he feels it pop inside of him again, before the pressure builds up once more.
Bokuto blinks an eye open and smiles down almost apologetically at him. “It’s okay, you’re doing so well,” Bokuto shushes him, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek. It feels different from Kuroo’s and Akaashi’s hands, but Kenma leans into it all the same.
“Look how good you are, taking my eggs so nicely.”
Bokuto takes his hand from Kenma’s face and brings one of Kenma’s hands down to place over his stomach. Bokuto presses their hands down ever so slightly, and Kenma feels his breath getting caught in his throat. Not only because he can feel the round shape of Bokuto’s eggs underneath his palm, but also because the stretch of his stomach has become impossibly wide. His usually flat tummy is now rounded out to the point where he’s starting to look several months pregnant, and Kenma would be lying if he says the idea of it doesn’t get to his head.
“Gonna lay another one.” Bokuto groans, and Kenma feels it. The same popping sensation as the egg entered his uterus. Kenma barely remembers to breathe when he feels Bokuto preparing to lay another egg. There’s no way any more will fit. Kenma feels so full, so stretched out that he’s not sure how he hasn’t burst yet. There’s another pop, and Kenma wails when the stretch becomes painful.
“Please–,” Kenma cries, panting from the strain in his cunt and stomach. Kenma can’t even move with how tired he feels at this point, so the only thing he can do is twist his fingers into the sheets as the pressure starts up again.
“Shh, last one, just breathe for me. You’re so good, Kenma. Look so pretty stuffed full of my eggs, such a good boy,” Bokuto praises, peppering kisses against Kenma’s face.
Kenma tries to shake his head when he feels the pressure increasing again. His stomach is rounded to the point he didn’t know was physically possible and any movement from his feels like he’ll actually split open.
Bokuto shoves his cock deep inside of Kenma, jostling the other eggs as he lays his final one, before pulling out. Kenma’s vision swims with black spots as he feels another orgasm crash over him. Kenma swears he blacks out for a second with how deliriously drunk off the pleasure he feels.
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Kuroo has Akaashi flipped onto his stomach at some point, face buried in the sheets and ass up in the air presenting his dripping pussy to him. But Akaashi still finds a way to turn his face and watch his boyfriend have a go at Kenma.
“Didn’t think you’d be that much of a slut, Akaashi,” Kuroo comments, dragging out the last syllable of his name. “Does having only one cock in your cunt not satisfy you anymore?”
Kuroo accompanies his words with harsh thrusts, watching Akaashi’s lithe body rock as wanton moans are punctured out of him. Akaashi’s thin tail is thrashing wildly in the air but Kuroo’s had enough of it, grabbing the appendage at the base with a fist before giving it a harsh tug.
Akaashi shrieks, his entire body tensing as his pussy clenches around Kuroo’s cock. Kuroo can’t hold back a groan, digging his fingers into the subtle meat of his hips. Akaashi lets out another whimper, eyes rolled to the back of his head as he drools onto the sheets.
“No– uh–,” Akaashi whines, desperately grasping at anything he can get his hands on. Kuroo decides to spare him some mercy, leaning over to take his hand into his own. Akaashi grips onto his hand like a lifeline, and Kuroo can only snicker as he continues his harsh pace.
“Of course you like the pain too, I shouldn’t have expected anything less of you,” Kuroo grunts as he digs his fingers deeper into Akaashi’s hips, leaving bright red marks that will no doubt bruise beautifully. Akaashi clenches around him and Kuroo has to hiss at how tight it feels.
“Fuck, ‘Kaashi. If I knew the pain would get you to tighten up, then I would’ve done so earlier,” Kuroo groans, swinging a hand back to spank his ass. Akaashi only moans louder, so Kuroo takes that as encouragement to keep going, continuously raining loud spank after spank on him.
Akaashi’s feels so warm and tight around him that Kuroo almost forgets and gets lost in the feeling.
“C’mon now, you can’t get me to do all the work, right? Do I really have to keep spanking you in order to feel something?” Kuroo mocks, and it works like a charm. Akaashi’s crying out and rocking back to meet Kuroo’s thrusts, desperately whining whilst his nature forces him to try and please Kuroo.
“Surely you can do better than that? Or are you too used to taking both of Bokkun’s cocks?” Kuroo sneers. “Do I have to shift into my werewolf form to actually feel something from your loose cunt?”
“No– uh– please, no,” Akaashi denies. He’s shaking his head but his cunt betrays his true thoughts, squeezing down on Kuroo’s cock harder than before. Kuroo can’t help the laugh that escapes him, finding the succubus extremely adorable like this. Kuroo feels close but he can tell Akaashi’s closer, so he slows his hips down to little swivels.
Akaashi instantly jolts his eyes open, twisting to look back at Kuroo. It takes Kuroo a moment to blink himself out of his stupor from seeing him. Akaashi’s hair is artistically tousled and there are crystal tears beading at the corner of his eyes. Even the sweat on his skin only seems to make him sparkle in the low light of the room.
“Why’d you stop?” Akaashi asks, voice a little hoarse as his lower lip juts out in a soft pout.
Kuroo lets his eyes soften for a brief moment before he’s plastering on another obnoxious smirk.
“Only good boys get to cum, Keiji ,” Kuroo teases, dragging out the last syllable of his name. Akaashi’s eyes widen for a split second, before he’s back to narrowing his eyes at Kuroo. But Kuroo knows how to play this, so he brings his hands up to rub slow circles into the skin of Akaasi’s hip. “Do you really think you deserve it?”
Kuroo accompanies his words with another slap to Akaashi’s ass, which has the succubus falling back on his arms, back arching further up.
“I– I’ve been good,” Akaashi squeals. “I promise I’ve been a good boy.”
“Hmm, is that so?” Kuroo questions. “I don’t think good boys feed their friends aphrodisiacs when they’re already in heat.”
Akaashi gasps, body shaking as if he were caught doing something wrong. “It’s not my fault, I– I promise. It’s my body. I even tried– tried to hold back,” he stammers, crystal tears welling up again.
Akaashi stammers through trying to explain his biology to him but Kuroo only scoffs, as if he doesn’t believe him. But Kuroo already knows all this. He knows that Akaashi really did try to hold back on the potency of his power when he was kissing Kenma. Being a succubus meant that his body liquids were often considered an aphrodisiac to others – which helped their species if they were looking for prey, but it also helped Kuroo with Akaashi’s humiliation kink.
Akaashi’s still stumbling over his words, desperately trying to explain himself even with his face buried in the sheets and his hips rocking backwards. Kuroo snakes a hand around Akaashi’s chest, the other one in his strands of hair, and tugs. Akaashi rises with his eyes closed blissfully and a sharp gasp, as Kuroo guides him up to lean against his own chest. He keeps the hand wrapped around Akaashi’s chest as the succubus grips onto it like a lifeline, but glides his other hand down until it can rub and pinch at his clit. Akaashi has his head lolled on Kuroo’s shoulder, soft whines and moans escaping his lips at every stimulation.
“Open your eyes and look, darling,” Kuroo whispers into his ear. Akaashi opens his eyes just in time to see Kenma mewling as rounds of eggs and cum gush out of his bruising cunt. Kenma’s in a similar position to him, pulled into Bokuto’s arms with his back pressed up against his chest. Bokuto has an arm spreading Kenma’s legs open and another around his swollen stomach, rubbing soothing circles into his skin as he whispers soft encouragements in his ear.
Kuroo takes that exact moment to thrust into Akaashi and pinch harshly at his clit, which has Akaashi screaming as he comes. It also only takes Kuroo pounding into him one, two, three more times before he’s releasing himself inside of him. He can feel his knot starting to swell, so he adjusts Akaashi in his arms to make sure that the succubus is comfortable enough.
Glancing over, Kuroo also sees his boyfriend passed out in a similar fashion in Bokuto’s arms. He grins at his best friend, Bokuto mirroring his smile when their eyes meet. Bokuto leans over – jostling Kenma in his arms, but the cat hybrid shows no signs of feeling it with the way he’s letting out soft snores – and into Kuroo’s space. Kuroo arches a brow at him, Bokuto’s face is bright and bursting with happiness.
“Thanks for letting Keiji and I in. This was the best” Bokuto exclaims. Kuroo finds himself laughing at that, Bokuto’s happiness contagious. Before Kuroo could respond – how he should be the one thanking them , for their help and for indulging Kenma – Bokuto’s leaning in, closing the gap between their lips. Kuroo’s eyes flutter close, letting himself get lost in the feeling of Bokuto’s lips against his. His soft tongue, his warm mouth, and the way his sharp teeth nip at him.
They pull away breathless, panting for air as they rest their foreheads together. Bokuto’s eyes look like they’re shining, and there’s a high blush on his scaled cheeks. Kuroo knows he probably doesn’t look much different, and he almost has to laugh with how comical this is – them sharing an innocent kiss whilst they’re holding each other’s naked boyfriends in their arms, after they’ve had one of the most mind blowing rounds of sex. Bokuto must be thinking the same thing, because he starts bursting into small giggles, which erupt into loud laughter. Kuroo’s laughing too, his entire body shaking with laughter, earning him a small grumble from Akaashi, which only serves to make them laugh even more.
This is good, Kuroo thinks.
He can’t help looking at all of them – Akaashi curled up in his arms, Bokuto with a big smile on his face as he’s laughing, and Kenma. Sweet, loving Kenma who holds his entire heart – and think that there may be room for two more in there.
Yeah, I could get used to this.