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“Ow- ow! Fuck!”
“Atsumu, mind your manners.”
“Then don’t pull my hair like that!” Atsumu groans as his mother pulls his hair, her nimble fingers fastening a pale purple jewel into his chestnut locks. It was tradition to keep it long. Which he didn’t mind. But it was the constant braiding that made his scalp ache that bothered him.
“I’ve been doing this for over twenty years, yet you still manage to complain every time,” she sighs, tightening the last band around the end. Atsumu looks at himself in the mirror, at the scattered jewels shining against the sunlight trickling in. It was pretty, he’ll give her that. “You’re lucky that I did it. Those beauticians would have been worse.”
“No, they wouldn’t. They’re all scared of me.” Atsumu starts unbuttoning his blouse, glancing at the tunic hanging near the window. It was elegant, pure white silk with intricate, gold details of flowers and foxes. Each sleeve was made of a pastel blue, sheer material that made his shoulders itch. The shoulder pads were ridiculous in Atsumu’s opinion, but they did exaggerate his slim waist. It had taken months for the seamstresses and tailor to get it exactly right, along with plenty of pressuring and berating from his mother. Once he slips it on, he realizes that it was worth it. Every crease fit his shape exactly, as he moved each inch of fabric hugged his skin. The neck dipped low, showing off his collar bones.
“Oh, Atsumu,” his mother sighs when she sees him, her hand falling on her chest. “Just… beautiful. You’re beautiful.”
“That’s the point, isn’t it?” Atsumu turns around, putting his hands on his hips. “To show off the beautiful prince, who’s just waiting to be given gifts, and danced with, and bent over-“
“You’ve been spending time with the guards too much. Should I be worried about tonight?”
Atsumu puts on his best well-practiced, soft and coy smile. He blinks, fluttering his long, dark eyelashes. “No,” he answers, making sure his voice was quiet and sweet. The opposite of how he talked normally. “My name is Atsumu. I’m next in line for the throne of Inarizaki. Welcome to my beautiful kingdom,” he turns around, glancing at his mother. “Just like we practiced.”
The current reigning queen nods, sweeping her long hair over her shoulder. “Tonight is only about welcoming everyone,” she says. “All you need to do is sit on the throne and accept the gifts.”
“I know,” Atsumu sits down, pulling on his boots. They were bulky and worn, with metal toes and ratty laces. His favorite pair, worn every day since the day his brother gifted them to him. His mother glares at him, crossing her arms. “Relax, I’m gonna change them before anyone sees me.”
“You need to get used to the new shoes,” the queen says. She gestures to the shimmering, brand new pair of laced boots sitting near the door. They were a stark white, embroidered with a detailed image of fox and peonies. The heal was only a couple inches, but it felt too high, hard for him to walk in.
“I’ll be fine,” Atsumu huffs, glancing out the window. Outside, the yard was bustling with workers setting up for the festival that would take place in a few days’ time. He always enjoyed the spring festival. Flowers, dancing, eating. Knights stand in pairs along the castle walls, monitoring the citizens. Some chat with the florists hanging their work along the pillars. The sun was high in the sky, signaling the start of the afternoon. Even from far up, he could see sweat coating everyone’s skin. Yet they still worked, to celebrate the spring season, the upcoming coronation, and… Atsumu’s mating. He stifles down the deep feeling in his stomach, turning back around. “I just want to clear my head. I’ll be ready by tonight. I promise.”
“Fine. But don’t go too far. I don’t want anyone to see you until tonight. Not even with Sakusa-san. Spending time with an unmated alpha right now is a bad look.”
“But, Mom, it’s just Omi,” the omega groans. “Please. He’s waiting for me near the kitchen.”
“I’ll send someone to tell him to go to the study,” his mother says. “As if you are going anywhere near the kitchen in that outfit,” she laughs, shaking her head.
Atsumu makes his way down the narrow hallway. This high up in the castle, nearly no servants were allowed. It was restricted for the royal family, along with select visitors. Sakusa was one of those visitors. He came from a long line of knights who faithfully served the Miya family line for generations. Sakusa’s father served as head knight for Atsumu’s own father, until his passing when the twins were eighteen. Now, four years later, Sakusa’s father had stepped down. Sakusa happily took over his position, although he spent much more time with Atsumu than he did the queen. They were raised together, Sakusa just a year older than the twins. Atsumu recalls running down the halls together, playing with the same toys, and playing hide and seek in the garden.
Now, it seems that version of Sakusa was long gone. Atsumu doesn’t have to wait long for the brooding alpha to appear from around the corner. Contrary to the light pastels Atsumu was adorned in, Sakusa wore a suit of pitch-black armor. A deep, blood red cloth peaked out from beneath the silver chain mail covering his arms. At his waist sat his sheathed sword, the handle worn, passed down for generations. He wasn’t wearing his helmet, but Atsumu could tell he had been, his usually dark, curly hair flat against his head.
“Your grace,” Sakusa says slightly bowing to the omega. “I brought lunch.”
“No one’s around, Omi,” Atsumu says, guiding the alpha into the study. “Ya don’t need to call me that.”
“It’s tradition,” Sakusa says. He places the food on the table in the middle of the room. It was once where Atsumu’s father used to work. Now, it was dusty, unused for years, aside from Atsumu using it to hide from his duties. “Your mother sent strict directions on what food to bring you.”
Atsumu watches as the knight unpacks the cloth, revealing a small stack of plain rice and vegetables. “There’s not even any soy sauce?” the omega asks, eyes glaring at the unfortunately plain selection.
“I believe she said something about how the fabric on your body is worth more than everything in the kitchen combined,” Sakusa softly smiles, just for a second. Just enough for Atsumu to notice.
“Yeah, I know,” Atsumu picks up a piece of steamed celery with his bare fingers, ignoring the chop sticks Sakusa holds out. “She insisted I got dressed this afternoon in case any last-minute alterations needed to be made. Plus, I think she’s punishing me for complaining about this whole thing all the time,” he takes his time chewing the celery, feeling it slide between his teeth. It tasted like nothing. “Maybe if I somehow spill something on this thing, she’ll cancel the ceremony tonight.” Sakusa looks between him and the food, concerned. “Relax, Omi… I’m kidding.”
“I’ve already created seven exit plans for tonight,” Sakusa says. “We’re ready for any scenario. Although, given our good reputation with each kingdom that sent a suitor, the chances of an assassination attempt are low. My best agents have been scouting ahead, watching the candidates as they’ve made their trips into our territory.”
Atsumu picks up a cold, soft carrot and places it into his mouth. “Let me guess, the prince from Shiratorizawa is still pining for a newly mated omega in Aoba Johsai?” Atsumu talks with his mouth open despite the food muffling his voice. “And that annoying beta from Nohebi has been plotting to sabotage the other suitors for months. We’ll let him think he has allies here, and then pull the rug out from underneath him before the festival starts at the end of the week.” Sakusa looks at the omega silently, narrowing his gaze. “What? Ya might have your agents, but us omegas love to gossip.”
“I won’t let the beta from Nohebi get into the castle,” Sakusa says.
“Even if he gave me all the best things and charmed me enough to make me want to mate with him, my mother would never allow it,” Atsumu picks up the chopsticks to pick at the pile of rice. “She wants me to pick an alpha. It’s the best way to continue our bloodline and ensure that the next in line for the throne after me is alpha. She’s mad enough that ‘Samu went on the took the offer from Fukurodani and gave up his chance at king. Doesn’t matter to her how happy he is with ‘Kaashi.”
“The queen is very… set in her ways,” the knight says. He steps away, pacing around the study for a moment. His eyes scan the shelves, lined with dusty, unused books and old trinkets. His eyes fall on an origami fox, crinkled from multiple tries, made by Atsumu years prior.
“Ya can shit talk her,”Atsumu says. “I won’t tell.” Sakusa glances at him from over his shoulder. Atsumu continues eating the bland food, poking around the vegetables, avoiding the ones he didn’t like. He leaves the bamboo shoots and potato.
“The sun is going to set soon,” Sakusa says from the window. “I can see our visitors moving toward the castle. People are starting to gather. They’re waiting for you.” Atsumu gets up from the table, walking over to join the alpha. His shoulder bumps against Sakusa’s shoulder, against his armor. “We should go, your grace.” Atsumu leans against the windowsill, resting his elbows on the edge. He peaks his head out, feeling the light wind in his hair. The golden light of the sunset makes his skin glow, highlighting the freckles scattered across his nose.
“Is that-“ Atsumu strains his neck, noticing a familiar sigil on one of the carriages. He loses his balance, slipping. “Oh shi-“ he gasps as he feels a tight grip on his waist, pulling him back inside by his hips. “Omi!” Sakusa nearly drags him all the way back to the table. He feels the alpha’s hands on him for just a moment before the knight pulls away.
“You shouldn’t be so careless,” Sakusa mutters. He narrows his eyebrows, his gaze intense, eyes meeting Atsumu’s directly. Then, as usual, it softens, becoming straight forward and neutral.
“Omi, relax,” the prince smiles, straightening out his tunic. “I just wanted to see.”
“You need to be more careful,” Sakusa continues. “This kingdom doesn’t need to lose their next queen because he fell out of a window in his own castle, and I… I’m not going to always be around to save you from your own carelessness.”
“What are ya talking about?” Atsumu playfully elbows his knight. “Ya always have been there. That’s why I can do stupid stuff.”
“That’s going to change soon,” Sakusa says, his voice quieter. He loses the performative, serious tone he had adapted to when he was knighted. For the first time in a long time, he just sounded like Atsumu’s best friend. “You should get used to it. When you’re mated, at the end of this week… it would be inappropriate for me to spend so much time with you, as an unmated alpha, so…” he steps back, putting more distance between them. Before Atsumu can respond, they hear the sound of horns from below. People cheer, and the familiar creak of the castle doors opening rings in the omega’s ears. The pure glee of the people only meant one thing. His brother had returned.
Atsumu races down the hallway, to the stairs. He nearly knocks over a maiden, who catches herself against the wall. Sakusa follows suit, quickly tailing the prince with an annoyed, grumpy look on his face. The omega makes his way to the main hall, running through the open door. Each wall is lined with people, mostly aristocrats, but a healthy amount of townspeople found their way into the mix. He spots his brother immediately. Osamu stands near the throne, speaking to his mother. Next to him stood Akaashi, the future queen of Fukurodani.
“’Samu!” Atsumu surges forward, heading straight for his brother.
“Atsumu! Be careful!” his mother shouts over him. “How is your hair is already messy?”
Atsumu ignores her, practically jumping into his brother’s arms. Osamu intercepts him gleefully, squeezing him tight. The omega inhales, his body instantly feeling comfort from his brother’s familiar scent. Osamu presses his face into his brother’s hair, whispering so no one else could hear him. “She’s been on one, hasn’t she?”
“Nothing out of the ordinary,” Atsumu responds, feeling their mother’s eyes on him. “I can handle it.”
“Ya should finish getting ready before your suitors come in,” Osamu pulls back. “I can keep her busy.”
Several maidens appear at his side, each talking about something different. He feels hands pulling at his hair, fixing where his running had displaced some jewels. Another fixes a crease in his tunic as he walks. By the time he gets back to his bedroom, he’s felt four pairs of hands touch something on his body. Sakusa lingers in the doorway, watching as they prep the final parts of his look. Jewelry is placed over his neck, so heavy that he feels like he could fall forward. Each of his fingers are adorned with thin rings made of solid gold.
Finally, it’s time for the shoes. He hated them. He hated them, so much. They were gorgeous, but he knew he could barely walk in them. A maiden carefully carries them over, instructing Atsumu to sit on the stool while she helped him. “No,” Atsumu says, pulling his feet away. “I don’t need them.”
“But, your grace,” she says nervously. “The queen instructed us to help you finish-“
“I’m not putting those on,” Atsumu hisses, glaring at her.
“Your grace, if I don’t-“
“I don’t care,” the omega barks. “Fuck off. And that’s an order from your future queen.”
The maiden looks like she’s on the brink of tears, frozen, looking up at him with the boot in her hand. From behind them, Sakusa steps forward, placing a hand on her shoulder. “I’ll handle him. You may go.” She doesn’t hesitate, escaping with her fellow maidens as quickly as they can. “It’s not very noble to take your anger out on your servants.”
“I’m not putting them on, Omi,” Atsumu crosses his arms. “They make my feet hurt. I can barely walk in them, and she knows that. It’s on purpose, so I’m immobilized and can’t run away from any of the suitors.”
Sakusa kneels in front of the prince, looking up at him. “It’s only for tonight,” he says.
“Yeah, because tomorrow there’s another awful pair of shoes for me to wear to the ball. And the next day, another.”
“Then it’s only for a week,” Sakusa corrects himself. “You’re going to have to deal with much worse hardships than shoes after the coronation. You’re going to have to make sacrifices.”
“You sound like my mother.”
Sakusa sighs. Without saying anything else, he starts untying the books that Atsumu was wearing. The omega doesn’t fight it, but he doesn’t help him either. He watches as the knight slowly pulls off the boots, revealing the soft pink socks he had on beneath. Atsumu feels himself blush when the alpha gently takes his foot in his hand, holding it up above the new pair of shoes. It had been years since Sakusa touched him at all, and now, twice in one day. The alpha lines up the first boot, and it slides up with ease. He takes his time lacing up the back, securing it tightly, but not unbearable.
“It’s supposed to be tighter,” Atsumu says.
“I know,” Sakusa says, picking up the next boot. “But you deserve a chance at being able to walk.”
Atsumu’s face softens, and he looks down at the alpha. He hadn’t noticed how Sakusa had positioned himself in between his legs. Feeling bold, Atsumu holds out his other leg, now helping the knight. The boot slides on. Atsumu bends his knee, holding it up to make the angle easier for Sakusa to tie the lace. On the last tie, the omega makes a choice. He moves, brushing his knee up against Sakusa’s cheek. The alpha reaches up, holding him still, hand squeezing his thigh. For just a moment, he holds onto Atsumu, his large hand wrapping around the omega’s thigh. Atsumu feels a pang in his lower stomach, and he feels his scent get sweeter.
Sakusa he drops his leg and stands up, turning away.
“I…” Atsumu starts. He presses his legs together, trying to will away the heat in between them. It only served as a reminder that at the end of the week, he would be in heat, being claimed by someone who he didn’t even know.
“Everyone’s waiting,” Sakusa says, not bothering to turn around.
“I know,” Atsumu sighs. “I just…” he gets up and walks to the dresser. On top, mixed in with the ridiculous amount of jewelry and trinkets, sat a small tea pot. He pours himself a small cup, mixing in the familiar herb. Heat suppressants. He drinks it quickly, feeling the bitter taste in his mouth. Then, he sighs, looking down.
“Your grace?”
Atsumu rolls back his shoulders, fixing his posture. He turns around, smiles pointedly, and flips his hair. “I’m ready.”
Despite the many hours Atsumu spends meeting every suitor, he manages to keep his composure and maintain his smile. The townspeople were excited for him, gossiping about which one they preferred. His mother was obvious with her preferences, eyeing him whenever an alpha from a richer kingdom would introduce themselves. Sakusa stands next to the throne the entire him, at attention. His posture never wavers, not once. The other knights watch him admirably as they switch positions.
The last suitor to enter is the only one that Atsumu has met before. They were only children at the time. “And finally,” the announcer says, his voice tired. “Prince Ushijima, from Shiratorizawa.”
Atsumu watches as the alpha stands, looking up at him. Unlike the other suitors, he doesn’t bow. Around him, several servants hold up gifts, ranging from flowers, to sweets, to lavish, handsewn garments. One presents a large bag of dried lavender, the scent filling up the room. “Welcome to Inarizaki,” Atsumu says, straightening out his posture in the throne. “It’s been a long time, Prince Ushijima.”
“It has,” Ushijima says. He was much bigger than Atsumu anticipated, with broad shoulders, ripping muscles, and a tall stature. His face had filled out, showing off his defined jawline and dark, handsome features. If it wasn’t for all the lavender, his musky scent of coffee and mildew would have suffocated Atsumu.
The queen instructs the servants to leave the gifts with the others. Her eyes run up and down the alpha. She then turns to Atsumu. “Dear,” she whispers. “Go greet him closer. Touch him.”
“What?” Atsumu looks between her and the alpha. Ushijima narrows his eyebrows, curious. “But ya told me I’m supposed to sit up here.”
“It’s tradition to keep your distance,” his mother continues. “But I like him. He’s clearly the wealthiest suitor. Not to mention, an alliance with Shiratorizawa would greatly benefit us. You have to think logically, Atsumu. Not with your heart. Now go, speak to him. Touch his arm and remember to keep smiling.”
Hesitantly, Atsumu stands up from the throne. It garners the attention of everyone in the room, considering he hadn’t moved for hours. “Prince Ushijima,” he says as he takes the few steps in front of the throne. “Your gifts are… bountiful,” he smiles, coming face to face with the other prince. “I wanted to thank you more… directly,” he smiles, wide and toothy.
Ushijima stays still, his expression stern. “I never noticed before how much you resemble a fox.”
The crowd murmurs. Atsumu fights the urge to raise an eyebrow. “Uh… well, that’s a… high compliment. Foxes are very important to Inarizaki. They represent power, wit, and beauty. It is said that my ancestors were kitsune.”
“In Shiratorizawa, foxes represent cheats,” Ushijima says. “They’re conniving and selfish. Only looking out for themselves.”
Atsumu smiles wider, so much that his cheeks start to hurt. “How… different,” he reaches forward, resting his hand on the alpha’s bicep. He would do what he was told, but he would do it his way. Intentionally, he releases his scent as strongly as he could. Every alpha in the room blanches, their eyes hyper focusing on the alpha. The sweet scent of citrus was overwhelming, drowning out even the heaps of dried lavender. Ushijima shifts where he stands, his eyes dilating. “I hope that we get to speak more about the differences in our cultures.” He walks away, not walking to the throne, but past it. His mother glares at him but maintains her seat.
The announcer panics, noticing the speed at which the omegan prince was moving. “Uh…” he gestures to the band sitting near the throne to play. The sound of the koto rings out in the throne room. The simple, sweet melody of Inarizaki plays from the flute. “Everyone stand for Prince Atsumu, our future queen!” The crowd stands frantically. Most of the alphas were still recovering, earning angry looks from their partners. Osamu’s laugh echoes over the band. Sakusa remains next to the throne, his gaze still and straight ahead, unaffected.
Atsumu barely gets time to sleep that night. It takes hours for the maidens to get the jewels from his hair. His feet ache from the boots, and he complains until someone brings him a tub of ice. After his body is scrubbed in the tub, he’s left alone in his room. It was quiet outside now, finally giving him some peace. His scalp itched from his hair being braided so tight. His cheeks ached from smiling all afternoon. He nearly falls asleep in his chair, feet in the tub. But there’s a knock on his door.
“What?” he whines, looking at the entrance.
The door opens slowly, revealing his brother, dressed in his silk pajamas. “Ya should be careful,” he says. “What if I was mom? She would grill ya for talking to her like that.”
“I wouldn’t care,” Atsumu sighs. Osamu walks around his room, coming up behind him. He starts massaging his brother’s shoulders, kneading into the flesh.
“Damn, ‘Tsumu, do ya ever stretch? It feels like rocks,” the alpha’s hands work, digging into the muscles, earning a pained groan from his twin.
“Sitting up all day does shit to your back,” Atsumu complains. “It’s hard being so pretty, ya know.”
“But that’s not why your tense, is it?” Osamu asks. Atsumu doesn’t answer, his heavy eyes staring at the floor. “Keiji encouraged me to come talk to ya while I still had time. It’s going to get real tomorrow, so… how are ya feeling?”
“I feel great,” Atsumu answers. “Being hyper aware of how breedable I am all the time is doing wonders for my self-esteem.” Osamu’s face scrunches up in disgust. “Sorry, I just… it’s what they see. I know it. When the suitors look at me, all they’re wondering is how they’re gonna spread their seed and mix our bloodlines. I’m ready to become queen, but… I don’t understand why I need to be mated to take my place.”
“Tradition is a bitch,” Osamu says. His fingers dig into a particularly tight spot, making Atsumu’s eyes water. “I wasn’t thinking about it this hard when I accepted Keiji’s offer. I knew ya were going to take my place at the throne, but… I didn’t realize how fast Mom would make ya get mated.”
“Ya don’t need to apologize for being in love,” Atsumu says. “Ya look happy. Keiji looks happy. So… I’m still happy for ya. Even if it means I need to take over your duties.”
“Do any of the suitors stand out to ya?” Osamu asks. Atsumu shakes his head. “Ya made quite the move at Ushijima.”
“Mom told me to make a pass at him. I just did it my way.”
“Yeah, well your way made every alpha in that room jerk off to ya tonight,” Osamu says. “Probably pissed off a bunch of their mates. Wouldn’t be surprised if we hear about it tomorrow.”
“I exuded my scent for Ushijima,” Atsumu says, chuckling. “That’s gonna piss off all the other suitors.”
“Then tomorrow, the dueling is going to be fun to watch,” Osamu says. “All the other suitors are going to be jealous of him. They’re gonna give him hell.”
“Good,” Atsumu smirks. “Serves him right. I wouldn’t mind seeing him get his shit rocked. He’s too alpha.”
“That’s why Mom likes him,” Osamu says. “He might be a good pair for ya. Ya need someone who’s gonna challenge ya.”
“I need someone who isn’t just here to make an alliance,” Atsumu bites at his fingernail. “Besides, I’ve heard the rumors. It’s said that Ushijima was in love with a high-status omega from Aoba Johsei. But that omega broke his heart and ran away with another alpha from the countryside.”
“That’s sad for him,” Osamu says.
“Sad,” Atsumu repeats. “He’s probably still heartbroken. Which means he’s going to really fight for me. The king of Shiratorizawa is very practical. An arranged marriage based on politics is the perfect distraction for a heartbroken prince,” he pauses, feeling a tight feeling in his chest. “I don’t want that, ‘Samu,” he says in a whisper. “But I also want the respect of Inarizaki. I don’t want to break tradition.”
“I know,” Osamu sighs. “Look, Atsumu, just… do what ya think is right. You’re gonna be a great queen regardless.” Atsumu wants to argue with that, but he feels his consciousness rapidly wavering. Osamu helps him into bed, leaving him to have sweet dreams of childhood and a familiar head of raven black hair.
The next day, Atsumu finds his mood had completely shifted. He wasn’t well rested, but the intrigued, wanting looks of every unmated alpha in the room fed his ego enough to make him feel better. For the duels, he was allowed to dress more casually. He had been forced to wear a dress, but it was short, poofy with ruffles and soft beige. His long socks traveled up his thin legs, held up by the jeweled garters fasted to his underwear. Every time he intentionally flashed his upper thighs, revealing them, he heard gasps. The worst part of the outfit was the corset, a pastel green with silver designs of foxes and tree branches. It was fastened impossibly tight, extenuating his small waist. His hair had taken hours, a collection of intricate braids that looped over his scalp, blending into one long braid in the back.
In the pit in front of him, he watches as the current reigning winner of the fights takes out his opponent. The beta smirks, looking back at Atsumu with a toothy smile. He looked exhausted. Sweaty. His skin caked with dirt. Atsumu didn’t find him attractive at all. In fact, the only reason he was winning was because he was impossibly huge. He was extremely tall with broad shoulders and thick, bulging muscles. During the break, he saunters over to the edge of the ring, coming up to where Atsumu sits at his spot viewing the fights.
“Are you impressed, your grace?” he asks, swinging around his ball and chain.
“It’s impressive that ya haven’t fallen yet,” Atsumu responds. He could feel his mother’s gaze on him, observing.
“Our kits will grow up strong. There isn’t a suitor here that can take me down.”
“The duels aren’t to win my hand,” Atsumu clarifies. “It’s to simply show your skills. That includes how humble ya are,” he narrows his gaze, but keeps his forced smile.
“I’m confident in my abilities,” the beta responds. Behind him, his next opponent enters the ring. Ushijima makes eye contact with Atsumu as he walks forward. He had changed from yesterday into his armor, a bright silver with purple accents. The Ushijima family crest was engraved in the middle.
“We’ll see about that,” Atsumu says, nodding his head to Ushijima. “Do ya really think ya can take him?”
The beta laughs, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow. He gives Atsumu one last look. “From this angle, I can see up your skirt, your grace,” he says before he turns around.
Atsumu crosses his legs, feeling his cheeks grow red. Next to him, Sakusa rests his hand on his sword. He was underdressed compared to the day before, now only in his dark chainmail and velvet undershirt. Aside from a brief greeting in the morning, he had remained completely quiet while sitting next to the omega. His eyes stayed on the fights.
Ushijima drags it out. His opponent was tired already, which helped. He dodges every swing, leading the beta around the pit. After a few minutes, he slips up. Ushijima manages to trip him, enough that he’s able to knock him in the back of his head with the butt of his sword. He passes out, large body collapsing into the dirt. The crowd cheers, including some clapping from his mother. Atsumu’s eyes meet the alpha’s. He crosses his arms and spreads his legs again, knowing that Ushijima can see between them from under his skirt. The side of the alpha’s mouth twitches, but other than that, he doesn’t react.
“Impressive, Prince Ushijima,” Atsumu says.
“Thank you, your grace,” the prince slightly bows.
“It wasn’t that impressive, though,” Atsumu continues. The crowd quiets, staring at him. “The oaf was about to pass out anyway. Ya deserve a proper way to show your skills.”
“I agree,” the queen chimes in. “Sakusa-san, prepare to enter the ring.”
Sakusa stands up from his spot, glaring at Ushijima. But Atsumu stops him, gripping his forearm. “No,” the omega says. “I want a turn.”
The crowd gasps and starts mumbling amongst themselves. “Atsumu,” the queen hisses. “That’s not-“
“I train. I’ve personally taken out plenty of our knights in sparring matches,” he stands up, making sure his boots are tightened. He stretches his neck, sighing at the relief. “I’m bored. I want a turn.”
“Atsumu, as if you are-“
“He should,” Sakusa interrupts the queen. She glares at him, her face turning red. “I apologize deeply for the interruption, my queen,” he bows. “But… Prince Miya has been training for years. His suitors should know about his abilities, too.”
The queen looks between Sakusa and Atsumu, raising an eyebrow. “Fine,” she agrees, sitting back in her seat. “Wooden swords. One round. Make it entertaining.”
Atsumu rushes out of the viewing box, hustling down the stairs. He stretches for a moment while Sakusa readies the wooden swords. Ushijima strips off his breastplate. He curiously watches as Atsumu enters the ring. “I’m surprised,” he says. “I assumed that you wouldn’t want to dirty your outfit.”
“I won’t,” the omega says. They start walking in a slow circle, glancing at each other over their shoulders. “Because I’m not the one who’s gonna end up on their ass.”
“I’ll go easy on you. It’s only proper.”
Atsumu narrows his eyebrows. “How boring,” he mutters. He lunges at the alpha suddenly. Ushijima narrowly dodges his swing, eyes widening in surprise. He effortlessly steps back, avoiding Atsumu’s elbow, a follow-up. The omega knew he had no shot in beating Ushijima based on strength. But he knew he was faster. Smarter. Ushijima doesn’t move for a moment, and Atsumu jumps with a burst of energy, kicking at the alpha, his foot flying above his head, making his skirt ride up. Ushijima slides to the side, avoiding the motion. Atsumu could feel people gazing at his legs as he moved.
Ushijima swings at the omega’s chest. Atsumu dodges it swiftly, falling down to one knee, the wooden sword swiping above his head. He takes his shot to try to knock Ushijima off his feet, but the alpha jumps. Atsumu could tell he was changing, now actually trying. It felt good. The alpha swings up, his sword coming down with heavy force. Atsumu pushes up, getting out of the way. He rolls to the edge of the ring and takes another shot, aiming for the alpha’s shins. He narrowly misses, and dodges just as Ushijima swings again. With speed, Atsumu bounces back up. They stop for a moment, both catching their breath, pacing.
“Are ya having fun?” Atsumu asks, panting.
“I suppose,” Ushijima responds.
“This is just the beginning, “Atsumu continues. He knew he was pushing it. But if he had learned anything from being an omega, it was to weaponize his wiles when he could. He steps closer, leaving the sword at his side. “Imagine all the fun we could have,” he whispers. “Imagine wrestling me into bed and pinning me to the mattress. So much better than any Aoba Johsei omega ever-“ Ushijima growls, swinging at the omega’s head. Atsumu’s eyes widen, and he stumbles. He feels the sword graze his hair. With a smirk, he swings forward, stabbing his sword into Ushijima’s ribcage. The alpha grunts, stepping back, out of the ring. He falls on his butt, out of breath.
The crowd erupts into cheers around him. Atsumu notices even his mother smiling, looking proud and relieved. Sakusa stares at him, expression flat. Atsumu returns his sword to a knight and dusts off his outfit. As he heads toward the stairs, he walks past Ushijima. Suddenly, he feels a sharp pull on his hair, straining his neck. His body falls into the dirt, sending pain up his back. He grunts in pain, surprised. Ushijima kneels above him, his fist still holding the omega’s braid. “You might be beautiful, Miya,” the alpha mutters. “But nothing can save your ugly personality.”
Around him, several knights appear, pulling him away. Sakusa surges forward, not to help Atsumu up, but to sock Ushijima in the face. His face hits the other alpha’s fist with a sharp crack that the crowd can hear. Atsumu watches as he pushes Ushijima down, hovering above him. He punches him again, effectively knocking him out. “Stop,” Atsumu chokes out. He feels the frantic maidens around him, helping him up. Sakusa swings again, this time an uppercut. “Omi, stop! Ya already knocked him out!” he raises his voice over the chaos.
Sakusa stops, fist still pulled back, ready to hit. He slowly relaxes. One of his subordinates helps him up, muttering something into his ear. Sakusa whispers something back, and the subordinate knight looks up nervously. “Uh… Prince Ushijima and his party will be effectively ejected from the kingdom before the ball tonight!”
The crowd reacts differently. Some are angry. Some are confused. Most are shocked.
“We should charge him! He hit our future queen!”
“Forget him! Is the prince okay?”
“Finish him off! He’s a brute!”
Atsumu’s ears start ringing. It was loud. So loud. He feels his chest starting to tighten. A lump grows in his throat. His mother starts coming down the stairs, Osamu trailing behind her. Keiji sits nervously in his spot, eyes on Atsumu. He was going to cry. He could feel it coming. The last thing he wanted was to look weak in front of his people. Harshly, the omega shakes off his maidens, elbowing them out of the way. He walks as quick as he can, going for the door.
“Atsumu!” his mother calls out. “Get back here!” she reaches out, but Osamu stops her.
“Mom, let him go,” he says.
“No! Atsumu-“
“He needs to cool down! Let him go!”
“I know where he’s going,” Sakusa says. “I’ll follow him and keep him safe,” he bows to the queen. She reluctantly nods, watching as the knight follows her son out of the arena.
Atsumu walks as fast as he could. His feet still ached from the day before. His neck hurt from being yanked on. The tears were falling fast, dripping down his cheeks. With every step he clenches his fists. Despite the pain, he keeps walking. Off the property, the castle slowly disappearing behind him. He knew that Sakusa was trailing behind him, but he doesn’t turn around. The forest grows thicker around him, the trees and vines effectively hiding him from the rest of the kingdom. He follows the markers that had been in place for years, small, pastel orange flags with the Miya family crest on them.
At last, he comes upon the cabin. It belonged to his ancestors, once used as a heat den for unmated omegas, before the discovery of heat suppressant herbs. The building was small, made of stone that had overgrown vines up the sides. Inside there was remnants of Atsumu’s childhood. He had found it when he was ten, and he used to use it to hide from his mother. His first sword. A pair of boots he adored but had grown out of in his teens. On the table sits a dried-out flower, the iris his mother had gifted him when he presented at age thirteen. He laughs dryly, remembering the flower’s resemblance to his genitals.
“Your grace,” Sakusa calls out, standing in the doorway. Atsumu ignores him, walking in a circle, feeling antsy but unsure of what to do. “Your grace?”
“What a damn asshole,” Atsumu mutters. “I should have him charged! I should put him up and let the townspeople throw tomatoes at him! I should get a free pass at punching him in the face!” he’s yelling, his voice echoing off the walls of the old building. “I can’t believe my mom wanted me to pick him! He couldn’t even handle a little banter!”
“Your grace, you need to calm down, it’s-“
“Don’t ya dare say it’s improper!” Atsumu yells, eyes falling on the alpha. “All my life, I’ve been taught how to be proper. How to be the best behaved, the prettiest! I’m supposed to be submissive, but not too submissive. I have to lead, but still yield to my alpha. Why can’t I just be myself?” he was wailing now, his voice cracking, hiccupping with each sob. “It’s not fair, Omi! Why do I have to be the one to shoulder all the pressure?”
“Atsumu…”
The omega’s eyes widen at Sakusa using his first name. He hadn’t used it since they were children. Hearing it makes his chest ache, and he longs to reach out for the alpha. But he knew that Sakusa’s status was to remain as his knight. He wasn’t of noble blood, which means he wasn’t to be his mate. Atsumu forces himself to look away, choking in another sob. “Leave me alone,” he says.
“Atsumu, please, just let me-“
“Fuck off, Omi!” Atsumu growls, bearing his fangs. They were impressively sharp, thanks to his pure blood. Sakusa steps back, eyes looking down. Hesitantly, he steps out of the cabin, slowly closing the door behind him.
Atsumu tries to relish in the silence, but he can’t. Instead, he finds the shelves, noticing the old plates and vases sitting there. Without thinking, he grabs a plate and throws it at his feet, watching it shatter into tiny pieces around him. He could feel his anger coming out, and he does it again. And again. Until he’s at the last vase. It’s heavy, but he manages to pick it up, throwing it into the pile. It breaks into large pieces, the thud loud. Then he backs up until his thighs hit the bed, and he cries. His body is racked with sobs, each wave pouring out of him worse than the last. He cries until his eyes hurt, and he can’t feel the tears anymore. His throat aches from the wailing. The sliver of sunlight leaking in was bright orange, indicating it was already sunset. He had been at it for hours with no interruption.
He felt exhausted. But his head was clear. Atsumu gets back up, walking to the mess he made. He stares down at the broken plates, the shards dusty and sharp. Slowly, he reaches down, picking up one of the pieces. He sighs and holds out his braid. How easy it had been for Ushijima to assert his dominance. Atsumu closes his eyes and swipes, sawing at his hair with the piece of ceramic. It takes a moment, but it works, effectively cutting the hair he had spent many years growing. He takes the braid and tosses it into the fire pit to be burned later. With a sigh, the omega pulls out the remaining braids in his hair and scratches at his scalp. It now fell just under his chin, uneven and choppy, but his own doing. Now, no one could spend hours doing his hair. And they sure as hell couldn’t pull him down by it.
When he emerges from the cabin, he finds Sakusa sitting right outside, in the grass. His chainmail had been shedded, placed neatly next to him. He looks up at Atsumu, his mouth slightly falling open. “Your hair, it’s-“
“Better,” Atsumu finishes. He sits next to the alpha, pulling his knees into his chest. “It always made the back of my neck too hot, so…” he wipes his eyes, feeling them stinging from all the crying.
“Should we head back?”
“No,” the omega sighs. “I’m not ready,” he pulls out a handful of grass and lets it go, watching it blow in the breeze. “I mean… this is ridiculous, isn’t it? Meeting a bunch of men and deciding my entire future based off just a week. And somehow, I’m supposed to charm them, and lure them in, and… and get mated. I mean, I’ve never even kissed someone. How am I supposed to seduce someone?”
Sakusa runs his hand through his hair, brushing it from his face. “You were doing a fine job with Ushijima yesterday,” he says. “And every other alpha in the room.”
“I might smell good, but… he would have laughed when he tried to kiss me. It’s embarrassing.”
“It’s not.”
“But it is, Omi,” Atsumu leans closer to the alpha, shifting so his legs were crossed in front of him, angled toward his knight. “Do ya think…” he bites his lip. “Do ya think ya could teach me?”
Sakusa stares at him, face plain. Then it hits him, and his cheeks become tinted with pink, blushing. “What? No, that’s-“
“Please, Omi? I know you’ve had partners in the past! Just a little. Just enough so I don’t look like a total idiot when it happens,” he looks at the alpha with wet, pleading eyes. He flutters his eyelashes, pulling his best sensitive, needy omegan face.
“No. I’m your knight.”
“Omi! Please! Please, please, please-“
“Shut up!” Atsumu shuts his mouth. “Uh…” Sakusa sighs. “Would it make you feel better?” Atsumu nods. “Can we go back to the castle after?” Hesitantly, Atsumu nods. “Fine.” Atsumu claps. He leans forward, pursing his lips, going right for the alpha. Sakusa stops him, holding back his shoulders. “Wait, you have to move slow. Don’t hit your nose into mind or it’s going to hurt.”
Atsumu pauses, noticing how close their faces were. He lets the alpha’s hand cup his chin, tilting his head to the sight. He purses his lips, and Sakusa giggles. “What? Is it not working?”
“It’s fine, it’s just… you look so… new,” Sakusa says.
Atsumu opens his mouth to complain, when suddenly, the alpha surges forward, capturing his lips in a chase kiss. It’s short, just a peck, but it’s enough to send a pang of heat into his lower stomach. He feels his face heating up, pale, freckled skin turning a bright red. “That’s it?” he asks. “It was so… dry.”
“That’s it.”
“Omi, no way. That was too innocent,” Atsumu says. “My mother would kiss me like that.”
“Well, that’s what you asked for, so-“ Atsumu cups the alpha’s cheeks in his hands, pulling him forward. He kisses him again, similar to the first. Then a third time, but he lets it linger. He opens his mouth, and looks at the alpha, unsure of where to go next. Sakusa sighs, his breath hot against the omega’s lips. “Just… do what I do.” Sakusa kisses him again, deeper, opening his mouth just slightly. Atsumu follows suit, and soon he feels the knight’s tongue graze against his bottom lip. It felt strange, but good. He pokes at it with his own tongue, which only leads the alpha to suck his tongue into his mouth. Their teeth clash. After a minute, Atsumu can’t help but start drooling. He feels the spit on his chin. It was messy. Messier than he knew it should be. Even in his inexperience, he could tell this was a proper makeout.
“Omi,” he says between kisses, feeling the alpha getting lost in the motion. Sakusa relaxes, pulling his tongue back. He kisses the side of Atsumu’s mouth, just once, before pulling back. Atsumu could feel the skin on his chin itch from the scratch of the alpha’s stubble. “Omi, that was-“
“Too much,” the alpha sits back. “I’m sorry. I got… carried away,” he sighs, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. “We should head back.”
“No,” Atsumu reaches forward, moving the alpha’s hand. “I like making out with ya,” he swings his leg over Sakusa’s lap, hovering his body above the alpha’s.
“Atsumu, don’t-“
“Why don’t ya call me that anymore?” Atsumu asks. “By my name.”
“I’m not allowed to.”
“But even in secret,” the omega continues, curling a strand of the alpha’s hair in his finger. “Ya know I won’t tell. I miss it. I miss ya. You’re so serious these days, and I… I need ya, Omi. Kiyoomi. Not Sakusa-san.”
“I’m only doing what I’ve been taught,” Sakusa says. “I need to respect my ancestors and their tradition.”
Atsumu drops his weight, spread legs falling onto the alpha’s lap. Sakusa’s eyes widen, and his hand instinctually cups the omega’s waist. “Is this respecting tradition?” Atsumu whispers. He gazes into Sakusa’s deep, dark eyes for a moment before leaning forward, capturing his lips in another kiss. It’s messy, unpracticed, and wet, but he manages to slip his tongue inside the alpha’s mouth. He licks around it, exploring what he could, feeling the back of his teeth. He pokes at his canines, knowing that if Sakusa wanted to, he could draw them and pierce him. But he doesn’t. His tongue licks at Atsumu’s, and the omega wraps his arms around the alpha’s neck.
Sakusa’s other hand finds Atsumu’s waist, shifting his weight. Atsumu pulls back, a trail of saliva following his lips. As Sakusa kisses down his chin, to his neck, the omega gasps. He feels Sakusa raise his thigh, pressing it up against Atsumu’s clothed pussy. Embarrassingly, the sensation sends a ping of pleasure to his lower stomach. His eyes widen at how good that felt. It was true that he was depraved, only allowed to get off during heats. Even then, it was mostly the omegan maidens helping him, giving him toys and closing the door to leave him to fend for himself.
“Omi-“ he gasps.
“Shit, sorry, I-“
“Do it again.”
“What? Atsumu, we can’t-“
“Do it again,” Atsumu whines, squeezing his thighs around the alpha’s hips. Slowly, Sakusa presses his thigh up, applying pressure to the omega’s cunt. Atsumu grinds against it, feeling slick building against the fabric of his undergarments. “Shit, it’s so…” he sighs in pleasure, feeling his pussy already starting to throb. “It can feel like this? My heats always just hurt,” he moves his hips in short motions, rocking against the alpha’s thigh. Every time Sakusa presses up, it makes him slick more.
“Like this?” Sakusa licks at his neck. “It gets better than this.”
Atsumu feels Sakusa pick him up by his hips, placing him further back, perched on his knee. It’s harder, pressing against his clit. He gasps and continues his motions, grinding his hips back and forth. “Omi, can ya… fuck…” he sucks in a tight breath. “I don’t want it to be any of them,” he whines. “I don’t know them. I don’t care about them. I want it to be ya.”
“Atsumu we can’t go any further,” Sakusa says despite him helping the omega grinding against his knee, pulling him down by his hips.
“Kiyoomi, please,” Atsumu grips the alpha’s thigh, tightening his knees around his leg, holding him in place. With a couple more motions, he feels his stomach release. He gasps, hips stuttering. He coats his underwear in slick. Sakusa helps him off, noticing the wet stain on the fabric of his pants. His eyes dilate. “Kiyoomi, I need ya. I need it to be ya. Don’t throw me to some suitor I barley know. Please. I want this first time to be with ya.”
Sakusa knocks the omega back, watching him lie in the grass. “Don’t mention them,” he mutters. His scent was stonger now, making Atsumu’s scent glands swell. “If we’re going to do this, don’t mention them.” He hikes up Atsumu’s skirt, looking at his soaked underwear. His hands roughly part the omega’s thighs, making him yelp in surprise.
Atsumu nods. He lets his legs fall apart, hooking his hands beneath his knees. “Please, Omi, I- oh!” the alpha rips at the bands of the garters, pulling down the omega’s underwear in one motion. He feels the cold air against his skin, slick sticking to his cunt, leaking from his hole.
“You’re so beautiful,” Sakusa says. He pulls at the lips with his thumbs. Atsumu grimaces at the soft squelch. He had never been so wet outside of heat. “Your face is so beautiful,” Sakusa continues. “But this is… this is different,” he runs the pad of his pointer finger over the omega’s pussy, spreading the slick around. “You’re so perfect, Atsumu,” he lifts his finger to his mouth, licking at the slick. In response, Atsumu feels his pussy throb, slick trickling down his crack, into the grass. “I want to eat you.”
“Please, Omi,” Atsumu cries. He uses a hand to pull up his dress as best as he can, making sure Sakusa could see it all.
Sakusa moves slow at first, licking at Atsumu’s inner thighs. He cleans up the slick sticking to his skin, before moving to his destination. His tongue dances across the lips, stopping to lap at his clit. Atsumu gasps, his hips grinding upward in reaction. Finally, Sakusa’s tongue slips into his hole. He closes his eyes, knees holding onto the alpha’s head. His hand comes to rest in Sakusa’s hair, holding it in place. Sakusa thrusts his tongue inside, laps at the slick spilling out. It forms a small puddle, mercilessly wet. He grinds his hips feeling his pussy starting to throb again. Sakusa doesn’t let a drop make it out, tongue catching it all. His face is completely buried in the omega’s cunt, and he slips his tongue in as deep as he can reach, moving it quickly.
“Omi, that’s… keep going, please,” Atsumu had never felt so out of control in his body. All he could do was want and need. He pulls at the alpha’s hair, trapping him against his dripping cunt. Atsumu stares up at the sky, relishing in the strokes of the alpha’s tongue. It would be dark soon, and he could see the stars starting to peak out. He looks at the one constellation he recognized, the shape of a fox, the symbol of his kingdom. Suddenly, he feels a sharp pang of pleasure. He looks down, noticing that Sakusa had slipped a finger inside him, drawing it in and out. “Omi, wait-“ he gasps, mouth falling open.
Sakusa sits up, his entire lower face covered in slick. It shines in the orange light of the sunset. His finger moves in a curved motion, and he catches his breath. “You almost suffocated me,” he says, laughing under his breath. “I didn’t realize how strong your thighs were.”
Atsumu leans back on his elbows, smirking. “Now I have a reason to keep them that way.” The alpha adds a second finger, barely letting the omega adjust. With every motion, his fingers hook on a specific spot inside Atsumu. He frowns, feeling the sudden urge to pee. “Omi, wait,” he says. “I think I’m gonna- stop!” he tries to get away, but Sakusa doesn’t let him. His fingers move faster, and Atsumu gasps, feeling his stomach uncoil. He comes, body twitching, slick gushing in waves, splashing against the grass.
“You’re so tight,” Sakusa says as he fingers the omega through his orgasm. He manages to sneak in a third finger, fighting against the remaining spurts of slick trying to escape from the omega. “I need to get you ready.”
“Kiyoomi,” Atsumu weakly sits up. “I want ya to…” he looks down, staring at the alpha’s fingers pumping in and out of him. “I want ya inside.”
“I am inside.”
“I want ya to put your cock inside, then,” Atsumu notices how Sakusa’s jaw clenches. He sees the bulge in the alpha’s pants. “Let me- ugh,” he shudders, pussy twitching from the overstimulation. Sakusa slows down his motions.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” the alpha uses his free hand to cup the omega’s face. He leans forward, capturing Atsumu’s lips with his own. Despite the lewd sound of his fingers pushing through the slick, his kiss is soft. Chaste, even.
“Ya won’t,” Atsumu whispers against his lip. He rests his forehead against the alpha’s, inhaling his scent. Sakusa lets him pull away, watching as the omega positions himself on his hands and knees. Slowly, Atsumu lowers his chest, sticking out his ass. It was a motion he had been taught by his omega tutors as a teen. He spreads his legs, wiggling his hips, luring the alpha in. “Please, Omi. Fuck me.”
“Shit,” Sakusa slips down his pants, revealing his hard, leaking cock. His knot was already forming at the base, swollen and red. He lines the head up with the omega’s hole. Atsumu cries when he feels it, pressing his hips back.
“Now, Omi!”
“Be patient,” Sakusa says. “This is going to hurt. It’s you’re first time.”
“Please, just do it, please, please, please- oh!” Atsumu’s fists clench the grass, pulling it out of the earth as he feels the alpha press forward. It burned. Ached. His knees were shaking. His cunt was throbbing, both in the remnants of his two orgasms, and the reaction to his hole being breached by something so big. He bites his lip, drawing blood, trying to stifle the cry of pain that slips out the further Sakusa slips in.
“You’re okay,” Sakusa purrs against his back, running his hand up and down the omega’s lower back. “I’m already halfway.”
“This isn’t it?” Atsumu whines, feeling tears building in his eyes. “Omi, I can’t take it all.”
“You can,” Sakusa runs his hands up and down the omegas body. They slip further under his dress, resting on his bare hip. “I’m almost there,” he reassures the omega as he moves closer, the tight head of Atsumu’s virgin pussy engulfing him. “Shit, you’re so tight,” the alpha mutters to himself. Finally, his hips press against the back of Atsumu’s ass, cock fully sheathed inside. They stay like that for a while as Atsumu’s body adjusts.
“Kiyoomi, help me,” Atsumu cries, trying to pull at his corset. “Please, it’s too much. I can’t breathe.” Sakusa uses one hand to pull at the tights of the corset. He all but yanks it off, freeing the omega from the binder. Atsumu takes deep breaths. Sakusa waits, hips unmoving, watching the omega intently. “I can feel ya,” the omega says. “You’re in so deep, Omi.” He feels at his stomach, poking at the skin until he finds what he’s looking for. Sakusa inhales a sharp breath through his teeth. Inside, he feels the pressure of Atsumu’s prodding. “Right there,” Atsumu says, resting his hand on that part of his stomach. “Almost to my belly button.”
Sakusa groans at the words. Inside, he feels a drip of precum leak from his cock. “Don’t say stuff like that. I haven’t even moved yet.”
“Move, then,” Atsumu buries his face in his arms, pushing his hips back. “I’m ready.” The alpha starts slowly, only pulling out halfway at first. He takes his time, building up his pace. Slick continues to spill out around him as Atsumu’s body prepares to take a knot. He could feel it getting easier as the omega’s hole adjusted, able to take more. Atsumu whines every time Sakusa’s cock head presses up against his insides.
Eventually, he gets up to a faster, harsher pace. He was pulling out nearly all the way with each thrust, snapping his hips back in. The sound of skin against skin could be heard over the flowing wind of the forest around them. Atsumu drools, eyes rolling to the back of his head. Sakusa feels his knot getting closer to popping. He holds onto the omega’s hips, pulling him back with every thrust. He murmurs sweet things into Atsumu’s ear. “Take it,” he mutters. “Take it, Atsumu. Just like that. So fucking good for me. So tight. Shit, your pussy is so beautiful. Plump and pink, and so damn wet.”
Atsumu loves every word that comes from the knight’s mouth. “Inside,” he starts moaning. “Knot me. Come inside. Inside,” his hips start shaking, and suddenly, he feels his third orgasm overcome him. The omega cries out, hips bucking in a back-and-forth motion. His pussy squeezes the alpha impossibly tight, and then throbs, milking him. Sakusa finishes a moment after, burying his hips in as deep as they would go.
“You’re so good, Atsumu,” Sakusa talks out loud as he comes, feeling his cock throb with each pump of semen spilling into the omega. He kisses the back of Atsumu’s neck softly, inhaling his sweet scent.
They stay like that for a while, until it’s dark outside. Slowly, Sakusa’s knot goes down, and he slips out. He watches as his semen spills out of the omega, trailing onto the grass. Atsumu closes his legs when the alpha tries to wash him off. “No,” he says, lying on his back and resting his hands over his stomach. “I want them all to know that I’m not the sweet virgin they’re all here to court.”
“Your mother will consider you used,” Sakusa says. He runs the back of his hand over the omega’s cheek.
“She can fuck off. The only rule in the tradition is that I need to be mated. It doesn’t say where my mate has to come from.”
There’s a long pause, and then Sakusa’s jaw drops open. “You don’t mean-“
“Omi, there was never going to be anyone else but ya,” the omega says. Sakusa kisses his cheek softly once before nuzzling his face into the omega’s scent gland. “Let’s let the festival play out. On the last day, I know exactly how I want to announce who I’ve chosen.”
Atsumu walks slowly past each suitor as he makes his way down the hall. He was wearing a dress with a train that followed him, depicting the image of a fox and cherry blossoms. It was officially the first day of spring. The day he would announce his chosen mate. Tonight, he was set to be taken by the suitor, and that bite would indicate the final step before his coronation the following day.
That morning, he had opted to not take the heat suppressant herbs. He could feel the anticipation in his gut. The deep want. He knew it changed his scent, making it sweeter, more alluring. Every man he walked by looked desperate to have him. But none of them would.
He steps in front of the throne, taking his seat. The announcer instructs the suitors to sit. As per tradition, the queen was not allowed to witness his decision. She waited in a separate room with Osamu and Keiji. Sakusa stood next to the throne, in his full armor. Atsumu smirks, tucking a strand of his hair behind his hear. “Ya were all very noble,” he says. “None of ya should feel ashamed by my decision,” his eyes fall on Ushijima. The alpha had been instructed to stay by Atsumu’s mother, although he had not spoken to the omega since the fight. “My mate, and the next king of Inarizaki, will be Sakusa Kiyoomi.”
The group all gasp, looking confused. Sakusa smirks, kneeling in front of the throne. “Uh, your grace,” the announcer says. “Sakusa-san is not-“
“I’ve chosen him. It’s about time the Sakusa family got their reward for serving us Miya’s for so long,” Atsumu runs his hand through the alpha’s hair. “Now, I want ya all to know exactly who gets to have me.” He stands up once again, bunching up the fabric of his dress. It was ridiculous, far too much. But he manages, holding it up, revealing his bare pussy to the crowd. The suitors watch in jealousy as he sits back down, spreading his legs. Sakusa gives them one last look, making eye contact with each one, before he gets to work.