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Tooru crossed the threshold of a once-familiar home, overnight bag slung over his shoulder. He slid off his shoes and dropped his bag at the entryway. He knew this house like the back of his hand. However, there were some inconsistencies that he wasn’t used to. A blanket was carelessly tossed over the back of the couch. He picked it up and folded it, laying it neatly in its spot. Another anomaly was the latest gaming console was hooked up to the living room TV, and a controller was discarded on the coffee table.
He made his way to the kitchen, where a plate with what looked like the remains of curry, a spoon, and a cup lay abandoned and unwashed in the sink. He raised his eyebrow, a dirty dish in this home? It was interesting and a little concerning. He took the initiative to wash, dry, and put them away.
He opened the back door, letting the cool spring air flood in and freshen the house. He smelled an omega and an alpha lingering. Two scents he recognized, and they were Kuroo and Akaashi the other did not. A flicker of unease fluttered in his gut. He sighed, forcing the thought into the recesses of his mind. He wouldn’t let his mind dwell too much on the different omega scent as it was not thick.
He made his way back to the entryway, grabbed his bag, and went up the stairs making his way to the bedroom. He stopped; something caught his eye as he passed the guest bathroom. The door was slightly ajar. He pushed it open, eyeing the toothbrush and cup that had been forgotten and not put away. He tilted his head. It was evident that someone else was living there aside from his fiance. He swallowed his unease, and he closed the door, continuing down the hall to the bedroom.
He let out a content and relieved sigh. Unlike the rest of the house, the bedroom was untouched. The bed was neatly made, and the decorations were sparse. He inhaled deeply, sandalwood and earth with nothing mixed in. He touched his scent patch as if he were going to remove it but stopped. There was no need to release his pheromones and mix them with the lingering ones of his alpha. There was nothing to be worried about.
He scolded himself for being so insecure, but he couldn’t help it; the distance between him and his alpha was concerning, though he knew in his gut that he would never be betrayed.
He rolled his shoulders, releasing the tension, and grabbed a pack of cheap modeling clay from his bag. He smiled at the bright, obnoxious colors used to attract children.
It was a lovely day, so he opted to play with the clay at the patio table. He spread out a plastic tablecloth and got to work. He mixed colors, made simple rabbits and flowers, and was intently working on creating a classic green alien with a bulbous head, big eyes, and a tiny body. When he was here, there were no looming deadlines or critics watching his every move.
“Tooru.” A husky voice called his name sternly.
He jumped at the sound of his name and smiled. “Kiyoomi.” He copied the tone the alpha had used on him.
Kiyoomi, his alpha, his fiancé, was leaning against the patio doorframe, dark curls hanging in his face. A mask covering his nose and mouth, his dark obsidian eyes inspecting Tooru. He shoved his hands into his tracksuit pockets and sauntered to the patio table, plopping roughly into one of the seats. His eyes traced over the clay figures, and he cocked the eyebrow opposite the twin stacked moles.
“I wasn't expecting to see you today.” He met Tooru’s eyes.
Tooru’s shoulders slumped. “I know, and I am sorry. I just needed a break.”
Kiyoomi shook his head slightly. “It’s not a problem, but-” he looked down at the clay figures again. “What is going on?”
Tooru used his fist to squish a blue rabbit he had made. “I am stressed, and I have hit a creative block. It seems that every piece of art I make isn’t good enough. And your mother is stressing me out with the wedding planning. Did you know that he wants me to wear a dress?? Me in a dress?? It's like he doesn't even know me. I thought that maybe getting away from it all would help. I just wanted to be with you.”
Kiyoomi’s eyes crinkled in the corner, and Tooru recognized it as a smile. He reached out and ruffled Tooru’s hair. “Yeah, that seems like a lot. It’s probably a good idea because-” he picked up the alien, “Your art is, um, suffering.”
Tooru glared at him and stuck out his tongue before dissolving into giggles. “Look, Sometimes you just need to return to your roots and try to find the love for the craft again.”
Kiyoomi stood up. “Give me a minute. I have something that might help.” He disappeared into the house. Tooru waited five minutes before cleaning up the mess he made. He collapsed on the couch, his eyes landing on the gaming console again. Something he recognized as unease settled in his chest yet again. He hated the feeling. His self-esteem was being crushed by the art critics and his professor’s critiques. He didn’t feel good enough with his art, and now he was feeling like he wasn’t good enough for Kiyoomi. It all felt so dismal.
After some time, Kiyoomi came down the stairs holding a little box that was worn around the edges. He sat next to Tooru; he flicked his mask off one ear and opened the box. Inside the box was thick cotton packed as if to protect something special. Carefully, he dug through the cotton and pulled a little clay weasel from it. It was cracking, and in the cracks, fibers from the cotton clung to it; its paint was chipping, and it had lost some of its sheen, but Tooru recognized it. It was the first piece he had ever made and gifted someone. He swallowed, a lump forming in his throat and his eyes stinging. “You kept this after all these years?”
Kiyoomi handed over the little weasel to Tooru, his eyes soft. “Of course I did, Tooru. It was the first gift I received that was from the heart. It means more to me than most things in this house.”
Tooru carefully cupped the little sculpture, smiling past his tears. He remembered working on the little weasel; it was just after their parents had introduced them and told them they would be wed someday. He worked through the week, making sure it was perfect because the next time he was going to see Kiyoomi would be his birthday. He wanted to present him with something unique that no one else would, something that would make him stand out to his future partner.
“Thank You, Kiyo.” he glanced at his fiancé and leaned his head on his shoulder. “Oh, so you play video games now?” he gestured to the gaming console.
“Huh?” Kiyoomi seemed genuinely confused until he followed Tooru’s gesture to the console. “Oh, no, that belongs to a teammate. He has been staying with me on occasion. He fights with his brother often, doesn't want to go home, and begs me to let him stay because I have the space.”
Tooru saw a soft expression on Kiyoomi’s face. A flicker of fondness crossed his stoic expression. “That would explain the disarray. You wouldn’t believe my panic when I saw a dirty dish! I thought you had been body snatched!”
Kiyoomi grumbled. “Yeah, he doesn’t know how to pick up after himself.”
“Also.” Tooru dragged out the word, trying to sound casual. “I smell an omega that is not Aka-chan.” Tooru blushed. He hated that his insecurity was getting the better of him.
“Yeah, That is Kenma, Kuroo’s boyfriend.”
Tooru’s mouth dropped. “Kuroo Tetsuro!? Tetsu-chan has a boyfriend?? – Tetsu, the playboy, has never been interested in a relationship. Tetsu, who stated he could care less about omegas– has an omega boyfriend.”
Kiyoomi nodded. “Actually, they just made it official last night after the match. Everyone came back here to hang out. It was… cute, I guess.”
Tooru lightly punched Kiyoomi’s arm. “You and Aka-chan have been keeping all the good drama to yourselves!” he pouted. I have been betrayed by my fiance and oldest friend!” he blinked. Wait, you're hosting parties now!? Kiyo.” He drew out his name. “You really have been body snatched.” He giggled. “It's like you have… friends.”
“I do, and it is exhausting. Having friends is kind of a lot of work.” He teased back as he pulled Tooru into his lap and nuzzled the omega’s covered scent gland. “You should see Akaashi while you are here. I think he has some more details to go over with you that you need to know.”
“That I need to know or that YOU need to know?” Tooru giggled and removed his scent patch. “Always wanting the juicy details but not willing to put in the work.”
Kiyoomi closed his eyes, inhaling the sweet scent of honey and lavender radiating off of Tooru. His phone binged, and he pulled it up to look at it. He raised an eyebrow. “My calendar just informed me you should be in heat tomorrow?” He inhaled Tooru’s scent again. “I don’t smell it.“
“I am on suppressants.” he avoided eye contact as a growl rumbled in Kiyoomi’s chest.
“Tooru, that’s dangerous.” He grabbed Tooru’s chin between his forefinger and thumb, gently forcing him to look him in the face. “Why are you on suppressants?”
“It’s just for one cycle, Kiyo, and I am so stressed. I don’t want to become irregular. This final project is kicking my butt” He trembled, his inner omega scolding him for making his alpha angry. “I can’t afford to go into heat. I am already struggling and putting myself out by taking this break….”
Kiyoomi pressed a kiss to his temple and ran a hand up and down Tooru’s back, trying to soothe him... “Okay, it makes sense. I am sorry for overreacting. I will talk to my mom. I know he wants this wedding to happen as soon as we are graduated, but it can wait.”
Tooru swallowed. “We have been putting it off since we were 18. Do you think it will be okay?”
Kiyoomi shrugged. “It may have been their idea, but we are the ones that have to be there, so they will have to deal with it.”
Tooru reached up and removed Kiyoomi’s scent patch and nuzzled into his neck, sandalwood, and earth surrounding him and comforting him like a warm blanket on a cold winter night. “Okay, yeah, let's postpone it again. I need to finish school and this competition. Which I can’t focus on when your mother constantly asks me which flower arrangements I like best. ” he exhales an exasperated breath. “So maybe postpone it a year? That gets me through the end of the semester, graduation, and the competition, and then six months to plan the actual ceremony.”
Kiyoomi thought for a moment. “I think that should be doable as long as we promise this is the last time.” he chuckled.
Tooru nodded, content and feeling a little lighter already.
“What are you going to do tomorrow? Hang around the house?” Kiyoomi tightened his grip on Tooru’s hips. “It’s in the middle of the semester and the season. So you will have to forgive me if I am not available.”
Tooru draped his arms over Kiyoomis's neck and gasped, surprised. “Kiyo, you have a life? How could you? But on a serious note, I was thinking about checking out your school's art department. Is that okay?”
“Do what you want. I have training in the morning, then classes and practice so you will be on your own.” Kiyoomi gave him an apologetic smile.
“I figured.” Tooru didn’t mind. He never felt the need to always stick to Kiyoomi’s side. He liked that they could independently have their own hobbies and schedules. Plus, this gave him more time to investigate what Akaashi has been up to.
~
By the time Tooru woke up in the morning, Kiyoomi had already left. So he took his time getting ready and picking out a cardigan, a V-neck shirt, and some ripped jeans. He grabbed his keys and padded out the door.
The drive to the college was leisurely, and parking was easy. He grabbed his sickeningly sweet coffee and headed toward the student union, sipping his drink while looking at the students scattering campus. He attended a college primarily for the arts, so this campus had a somewhat different vibe. He felt a short tap on his shoulder, and he turned to see his omega friend. Dark hair curled at the ends and sharp blue eyes. “Aka-chan!” He threw his arms around the other omega.
Akaashi patted his back. He wasn't one for physical contact, but he indulged Tooru for the moment.
“Since when do you wear glasses, Oikawa?”
Tooru smiled, tilted his glasses down, and looked over the rim. “I don’t, but I thought they looked good with the outfit.”
“Of course you did. Anyway, I talked to the professor of the pottery course. She is excited to meet you and only has a few students working, so you can hang out for as long as you like. There is also an art exhibit going on, so you should check that out. “
Tooru raised his eyebrow. “Aka-chan, it sounds like you are abandoning me in my time of need.”
Akaashi blushed. “Something came up.”
“More important than me!?” Tooru placed his hand on his chest. “I came all the way here, and you don’t even want to spend time with me.”
Akaashi shoved his arm. “I'll fill you in later. Anyways, the art department is in section C right down the way. It is an easy walk. If you get lost, just stop someone; they can help you. ”
“You better fill me in.” He waved his goodbye and tossed his coffee in the trash receptacle.
Akaashi was right. The art department was relatively easy to find. He walked into the class; some students had their heads bent over the pottery wheels, and others were wedging their clay. It wasn’t a formal class but just a workshop for students to work on their projects. Tooru let out a satisfied sigh. He always felt at home with clay. He eyed the pieces getting ready to be fired and others that had just come out of the kiln.
He narrowed his eyes. The artistry on some pieces was mediocre at best. He wondered if this was primarily elective class work. He looked around for some semblance of a professor. His eyes found a student with his legs on the table leaning back in a chair. A sketchbook was propped on his thigh, and he was lazily sketching.
Tooru’s eyes were drawn to his bare arms, which were unapologetically toned, and one was decorated with a tattoo of a snake wrapped from his wrist to his shoulder. Various bugs and trendles of smoke and flowers filled in the gaps. He had three studs in his ear and an eyebrow piercing.
Tooru cleared his throat. “Um, excuse me.”
The man let out an annoyed sigh. “I can't give you creative direction. That is something you have to figure out on your own. I won’t know if it will blow up in the kiln until it happens. “ He didn’t look up from his sketch pad, eyes fixed on the lines his pencil sketched.
Tooru didn’t move. “No, I am looking for the professor.”
He slammed his pencil on the table and looked up at Tooru. His eyes were green, and Tooru’s heart picked up a bit. He nervously fidgeted with the strap of his bag.
The student raised his pierced brow. “And you are?”
“Oikawa Tooru, she is expecting me.” He bit his lip, looked down, and picked up a loose string on his cardigan. His stare sent a flurry of butterflies through his stomach.
“Oh, right. Sorry, she stepped to see how the exhibit was going. She will be back.” he picked up his pencil and continued to work on his sketch. “Take a seat, look at stuff, just don’t touch anyone's work.”
Tooru tilted his head. “What are you working on?” he slightly craned his neck to take a peek.
“Talking to me was not in the instructions I gave you, nor was being nosey,” he grunted.
Tooru blushed and recoiled, embarrassed.
“Iwaizumi!” A shrill voice came from the front of the room. “Do not be rude to my guests.”
The student, Iwaizumi, grunted a reply. “Yeah, yeah.” he glanced at Tooru and muttered an apology.
“Oikawa dear, WELCOME to our arts program. It is small and mostly used for electives. So when Akaashii came to me and said you wanted to look around, I was shocked.”
Iwaizumi looked up between them, eyeing Tooru. “He is someone important?”
The professor clapped her hands. “He sure is. He has been recognized for his extreme skill in multiple art mediums. Have you heard of the lonely boy? The one used as a study in my beginner painting class?“ The professor gestured to Tooru. “Well, you are looking at the artist. Not to mention his work in ceramics.” She sighed dreamily. “Asbosulty breathtaking.”
Tooru was blushing, not from the praise that the professor was singing about him but rather from the stare that he was getting from Iwaizumi. His gaze was searing his skin. It caused goose flesh and chills to cover his body and made him uncomfortable, but not in a bad way. He felt vulnerable and almost naked.
His nostrils flared, taking in the scent of fresh rain and wet forest floor. It was coming from the student in front of him. He was an alpha, and his scent lit a fire in his stomach. Slick began to pool between his legs, and he quickly squeezed his thighs together. His breath quickened. Iwaizumi’s brow was furrowed, and he bit his lip slightly. His eyes were down, focused on the sketchbook. He was gripping his pencil so tightly that it snapped in his hand.
The tension in the air was thick, and Tooru was starting to feel suffocated, but he felt drawn to the alpha in front of him.
“Iwazumi! You ready to go.” A fake box-dyed blonde man bounded up with a dark undercut.
“Yes,” Iwaizumi replied a little too quickly and stood up. “Nice meeting you.” He grabbed the blond by the collar and pulled him out of the room.
“Sorry about my TA. He is the brooding, artist type, sometimes grumpy.”
Tooru shrugged. With Iwaizumi gone, his body began to calm down. But that didn’t help the guilty feeling curling in the pit of his stomach. His body reacted to someone other than Kiyoomi. He felt his inner omega purr and call out to the alpha that had just left. He turned his attention to the professor and put on his best smile.
~
“Ow, Iwaizumi, Let go.” Atsumu swiped at the hand holding his collar. “What the heck is yer problem.” Iwazumi stopped pulling Atsumu along, and Atsumu noticed a blush dusting his cheeks.
“Oh, what's this? Iwaizumi, are you blushin’?” he laughed. “Who was that guy? And why are you so flustered.”
“Nothing.” Iwaizumi ground out his voice rough.
“Doesn’t look like nothin’.” Atsumu tilted his head.
“You wouldn’t understand it’s an alpha thing.” Iwazumi ran his hand through his hair.
Ah, there it was, an alpha thing—the one thing he would never understand and one of the sentences that would always haunt him. It's an alpha thing, and it's an omega thing. He swallowed down the annoyance that twisted his stomach. Indeed, he would never understand that he was a beta after all. It didn’t bother him until he started to have feelings for one.
“Right. An alpha thing, so that guy was an omega?”
Iwaizumi nodded; he had stopped walking, and he was breathing heavily.
“Dude, you sure yer are okay? Did you still want to go to the exhibition?” He was about to reach out to touch Iwaizumi’s shoulder when someone caught his wrist. Iwaizumi and Atsumu’s attention snapped to a tall alpha with dark curls and a mask covering his mouth and nose.
“Omi!” Atsumu’s heart fluttered as Kiyoomi’s touch seared his skin. Kiyoomi’s eyes were on Iwaizumi. Atsumu looked back and forth between the two men, who seemed to be having a silent battle with their eyes.
“You stink,” Kiyoomi said, his voice rougher than usual. He tugged on Atsumu’s wrist to pull him closer to his side.
Iwaizumi raised his pierced brow and looked at Atsumu but then smirked. “I could say the same for you.”
Atsumu blew out a breath. He pulled his hand from Kiyoomi’s grip and clapped a hand on his shoulder; ignoring the butterflies ramming against his stomach, he leaned into Kiyoomi’s neck and ‘sniffed it.’
“I don’t know what yer smellin’, but Omi smells clean like always.” He stepped forward, getting ready to do the same to Iwaizumi, but a loud growl sounded next to him, and a strong arm wrapped around his waist and yanked him away.
Atsumu was dizzy from the sudden jerk but was warm because his back was pressed against a muscular chest. He blinked and looked over at Iwaizumi, who held his hands up in a defensive position, eyes locked with Kiyoomi’s.
“Easy,” Iwaizumi said, his voice soft. He took a step back.
Kiyoomi’s body relaxed against Atsumu, and he let go of his waist. “Miya, let’s go practice some spikes.”
“Ah Omi common, call me Atsumu.” He sighed and then narrowed his eyes and looked at Kiyoomi. “But sorry, I can’t right now. I have plans with-”
“Nope, no, he doesn’t,” Iwaizumi cut him off. “I am going to the library. I will see you later, Atsumu.” he retreated down the path toward the library. Atsumu stared after his friend, frowning.
Atsumu glared at Kiyoomi. “What the hell just happened? Also, did you growl at me?”
“Not at you, at him.”
Atsumu folded his arms across his chest. “uh -huh.”
Kiyoomi looked down, and he almost looked ashamed, an emotion Atsumu was not used to seeing in the alpha. “His pheromones were leaking through his scent patch. It indicated that he might go into rut. I instinctively protected you. I am sorry.”
Oh, Ohhhh, an explanation. Kiyoomi didn’t just say, ‘An alpha thing.’ He took the time to explain what had just happened. Atsumu couldn’t help his cheeks heating up. Kiyoomi ‘protected’ him from another alpha. He looked at his teammate, who was staring back at him. Atsumu couldn’t help but hope that bubbled in his chest that Kiyoomi saw him as more than a friend. Maybe he saw him as something more romantic despite Atsumu being a beta.
“Can we go practice? I need to hit something.” Kiyoomi grunted and walked off in the direction of the gym.
Atsumu was rooted in place, watching as Kiyoomi walked away. Kiyoomi stopped and turned slightly toward him. “I kind of need you-” his eyes crinkled as if he were smirking under his mask “Scrub.”
Atsumu scowled. “Oh, you can’t go usin’ my insults against me!”
“Okay, how about dumbass?”
“No!”
“Loser?”
“Omi, I will kick yer butt if you keep this up!” He jogged after the man as Kiyoomi continued to throw insults at him.
~
Tooru peeked over the art book he grabbed from the library that he was now pretending to read from the study table. He smiled as he watched Akaashi ‘tutor’ a very handsome man with black and white hair and golden eyes. The man would lean into Akaashi’s space, and Akaashi would blush deeply. They seemed to get off track a bit, talking and then laughing. He could tell Akaashi was nervous, but in a good way.
A growl came from beside him. The man sitting next to him looked oddly familiar like he had seen him earlier today. He narrowed his eyes and noticed the man’s eyes were also on Akaashi and the other man.
“Can I help you?” He closed his book and turned to the alpha with ash-grey hair and grey eyes.
“I am just spying too.” He shrugged his eyes, not leaving Akaashi. He had a possessive aura around him that Tooru didn’t like. The alpha clenched his jaw and fists as Akaashi leaned into his study partner's space.
“Miya?” Tooru questioned, looking at the man beside him.
Miya blinked and made eye contact with Tooru for the first time. “Call me Osamu. But How do you know my name?”
“I am a friend of Akaashi’s,” he sighed. “I know you guys hook up on occasion for his heat and your rut.” He made sure to draw out the word occasion, trying to drive the point home that it wasn’t a frequent thing. Then he continued, “This would explain your possessive behavior but your unwillingness to interrupt because you have no right to react that way and want to respect his space.”
Osamu snorted and leaned back in his seat. “Very observant of you. But right on the nose.”
Tooru’s expression softened. “You are in love with him,” he whispered. He could tell by the rise and fall of Osamu’s chest by the way his eyes lingered on Akaashi, and his shoulders tensed with the other man leaned close.
Osamu looked down at the table. “Yeah.”
Tooru reached out and patted Osamus's hand in an attempt to comfort him. It was hard watching someone you love flirt with someone else. Unrequited love was a bitch to deal with. Or at least that’s what he had been told. It could not have been easy, especially with how Akaashi looked at the other man like he was the only star in the sky.
Fresh rain and wet forest floor entered Tooru’s nose as Iwaizumi plopped in the chair next to him, his eyes on Osamu. Osamu raised his brow, looking at Iwaizumi, and Iwaizumi growled. The sound reverberated in Tooru’s chest. It was possessive, and Tooru’s inner omega purred. He bit his lip and squeezed his thighs together, praying that slick wouldn’t begin pooling. But he could feel warmth spreading in his lower belly. The more he smelled the alpha next to him, the tighter he squeezed his thighs.
“Osamu, can you leave Oikawa and me alone.” his voice was a rough whisper.
Tooru’s omega whimpered at the sound of his name on Iwaizumi’s lips. Osamu complied and hopped to a different table. Tooru looked at Iwaizumi, taking in his scent. Iwaizumi's face was slightly flushed. He could only imagine what his own face looked like.
The alpha before him was going into a rut, triggering Tooru’s heat. Tooru’s heart sped up in his chest. That shouldn't be possible. He was taking suppressants. Tooru whimpered, uncomfortable. He began to rub his thighs together as he tugged on his shirt. Guilt coiled in his stomach, but he couldn’t stop the following sentence that came out of his mouth. “Alpha, help.”
Iwaizumi grabbed him and pulled him to the back of the library, peeking into the private study labs until he found an empty one. As soon as Tooru stood, the slick poured into his pants, soaking him. Iwaizumi gently pushed him into an open study room. He glared at the door because there was no lock on it.
He roughly grabbed a chair and jammed it under the handle. It wouldn't keep someone out but would buy them some time if someone tried to get in. He grabbed Tooru’s hips and lifted him onto the table. He braced his hand on either side of him. “I am going to take the edge off for you,” He dipped his head and rested his forehead on Tooru’s shoulder. “Are you okay with that?”
“Yes,” Tooru whispered desperately. Iwaizumi studied his face for a moment, but his restraint snapped and shed Tooru’s pants and pulled them around his ankles, unable to go further, thanks to Tooru’s shoes. Iwaizumi dropped to his knees and maneuvered between his legs. Tooru yelped as he slung his legs onto his shoulders, kissing and nipping Tooru’s thigh until he got to his prize. He used one hand to move the lace of Tooru’s panties to the side and spread Tooru’s swollen lips. Tooru felt an embarrassing amount of slick pool out of his pussy as Iwaizumi’s tongue flicked on his clit.
Tooru’s head rolled back, and his hand flew into Iwaizumi’s hair. He gasped as Iwaizumi plunged his tongue deep into Tooru’s pussy, and Tooru’s hole clenched around the contact, and they both moaned in unison. One of Iwaizumi’s hands gripped Tooru’s thigh and began to dig his fingers into the flesh, leaving half-moon indentations from his fingernails. One of Tooru’s hands came up to his mouth and muffled his cry as he came on Iwaizumi’s tongue, his legs shaking around his head. Iwaizumi smiled against his pussy but inserted two fingers into Tooru’s dripping hole and curled his fingers against his velvety walls while his tongue got to work on his clit. Tooru’s back arched, and his legs curled around Iwaizumi’s shoulders, and soon his second orgasm overtook his body. His hips bucked, and Iwaizumi's finger fucked him through it.
Tooru was gasping and panting as the stars faded from sight, and he came down from his high. It realized it wasn’t enough. He wanted more. He wanted the alpha’s knot, and he wanted it now. He pushed the need down and suppressed a whimper as Iwaizumi left his place between Tooru’s legs. He helped Tooru off the table and pulled Tooru’s pants back up around his hips. “You're a good omega, Oikawa.” He nuzzled his neck, and Tooru came for a third time. Iwaizumi caught him as his knees buckled. “I didn’t even touch you that time.” He smirked.
Tooru was holding onto his strong arms, legs shaking. “Shut up.” He was embarrassed. Did he come just from praise? Who does that? Apparently, he did, and it was a first.
“Will you be okay to go home? You seem still riled up,” Iwaizumi said, helping Tooru get his barrings. Tooru nodded. Home, his home was miles and miles away; his mind was hazy. But the home he shared with Kiyoomi was close, just down the street. He could make it to that home easily. His gut twisted, and the haze cleared from his head. OH. Kiyoomi. Reality hit him like a freight train. His stomach dropped.
“I will be fine. Thank you.” His hands began to shake.
Iwaizumi was blushing slightly, and an erection was painfully evident in his pants. “Can I get your number?”
Tooru shook his head, tears stinging his eyes. “That's not a good idea.” He kicked the chair out of the way of the door and ran, not looking back at Iwaizumi.
He ran out of the library to his car, not caring who saw the crazy omega frantically trying to escape. His chest heaved as he slammed into his car and yanked open the door, sliding into the driver's seat and slamming the door shut. Tears streamed down his cheeks, and he slammed his fist on the steering wheel until it was numb.
Iwaizumi called him a good omega, and he preened, but that was untrue. He was a very bad omega. He cheated on his fiancé and soon-to-be mate. He cheated on his Kiyoomi—the one person always there for him.
Once he collected himself, he drove to Kiyoomi's home and breathed a sigh of relief because the alpha was not home. He slammed into the house and went straight to the shower, stepping into the scalding water and trying to scrub away his betrayal.