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This is fine, Tooru thought as she cut the recently-pressed tofu into small cubes with shaky hands. Although she didn't like cooking, and wouldn't say she was particularly good at it, she didn't mind doing it every once in a while. Especially since Hajime was currently-

"Fuck, fuck-"

Indisposed.

Tooru couldn't help but feel guilty about overhearing, but in her defense, her roommate kind of made it hard not to. The grunts and curses were barely muffled by the wall between them, giving Tooru all sorts of ideas about what Hajime was doing to herself past the locked door. She cursed under her breath, squeezing her eyes hard and leaning onto the kitchen counter to take a grounding breath through the nose- only to run straight into part two of the problem: the house was dripping in the scent of heat.

"Dammit, Iwa-chan," she whined under her breath when she felt her alpha stir in response. It was her own fault for insisting Hajime could have her heats in their shared apartment. The two of them had grown up together, after all. There were pictures in both of their childhood homes of them snuggling together during nap time and playing in the bathtub. She was the first person Hajime asked for help when she got her first heat on a school day, even though the Tooru had already presented as an alpha.

Hajime trusted Tooru completely, even then.

Which made it even worse that Tooru was struggling to hold it together as Hajime did nothing more than answer to her biological urges. She could feel herself start to harden, the head of her cock pushing past her folds and pressing uncomfortably against the crotch seam of her jean shorts. Her hand flew down automatically to push against it in an effort to keep in sheathed. It fucking hurt, but Tooru was used to the discomfort, and nothing would be worse than having a fully erect cock in her shorts as she cooked for her struggling best friend.

Hajime must have sensed the opportunity to prove her wrong, because in the next moment, the door behind her slammed open and the woman in question stomped out. Tooru's hand jerked away from her crotch to press against her chest. "You scared me, Iwa-chan!" She laughed nervously, hoping the excuse would be enough to explain the way she jumped. Tooru glanced sideways when her friend entered her field of vision, which was a mistake.

Hajime looked a mess. Her hair was even more disheveled than usual, short spikes pointing everywhere, but the back of her head was flat and tangled. Probably from writhing against the bed, Tooru's traitorous mind offered unhelpfully. She wore nothing but an oversized shirt that barely brushed the bottom of her ass, and judging by the amount of skin that was visible, she hadn't even bothered to throw boxers on before leaving her room. Lovely.

"My bad," Hajime apologized mildly, opening the fridge and reaching for a sports drink.

Tooru discreetly breathed through her mouth, trying her best to avoid the now more potent scent of her friend, but it hardly helped. The thought of the pheromone-saturated air brushing past her tongue made her clench involuntarily, the action pushing her cock further into the stitching. The hitch in her breath didn't go unnoticed.

"What's wrong with you?" Hajime asked, cheeks permanently flushed and eyebrows drawn together. Tooru dodged her eyes, catching on a droplet of sweat that slid sinfully slow from her temple, past her jaw and down her neck before disappearing into the shirt collar. Tooru noticed the tag sticking out under Hajime's chin.

"Nothing!" She squeaked, "Just cooking Iwa-chan's favorite and being a good friend."

Hajime hummed suspiciously, and if Tooru looked her way, she knew she would find her giving her a once over. Tooru shifted her weight in an effort to mask her crotch, just in case the fabric was starting to tent. She couldn't check, it would be a dead giveaway.

"Your shirt is inside out, Iwa-chan," she deflected, forcing her eyes back on the cutting board, where the tofu waited to be prepared. Tooru thanked the gods they agreed she should wear scent patches to avoid messing with Hajime's instincts, because she was sure by now she would have stunk up the whole place and, consequently, ruined their friendship.

"It's coming right off as soon as I go back into my room," Hajime snorted. Then she groaned, opening the freezer and sticking her head inside as much as possible. "This is so fucking annoying, I'm burning up so much it feels like my proteins are de-saturating."

"You're almost done though, right? It's been three days already." Tooru poured potato starch into a bowl, her jerky movements dumping more than was necessary, and tried not to let the desperation show in her voice.

"I don't know, I thought it was over and then it hit me like a goddamn train again."

Just be there for your friend, Tooru snapped at her alpha, trying to distract herself from the way heat stubbornly pooled low on her belly. It was hard to hear that Hajime was having trouble getting her heat to break and not be able to help directly. They both knew that heats and ruts were easier when spent with a partner, but Tooru could never in a million years offer that when she knew Hajime didn't hook up with alphas. She swallowed hard. "Is there anything else I can do to help?"

There was a moment of silence that almost made Tooru's heart beat out of her throat, before Hajime sighed. "Nah, the food is more than enough." She made a painful little sound, before walking away. "L-let me know when it's ready, I'm starving."

The door clicked shut, and Tooru's body collapsed forward. She breathed hard, Hajime's scent lingering around her and making Tooru lose the battle against her cock. Knowing the omega wouldn't make it out of her room again in at least fifteen minutes, she unzipped her shorts, almost moaning in relief when the pressure eased. There it was, fully hard and pressing proudly against the fabric of her panties, pushing the little bow in the center lewdly. Tooru glared at it.

"Fuck you," she hissed under her breath before pouring oil into the frying pan.

In a life full of uncertainty, Hajime knew one thing: she and Tooru were meant to be together.

She had known this since they were little kids growing up three houses apart from each other. Their mothers would send them on joint errands, giggling as they watched the two girls holding each other's hands, Hajime waving a small flag to help them safely cross the street and Tooru making sure to remember the directions to the grocery store by singing them the entire time. They went to the same schools, joined the same clubs, slept at each other's houses almost as much as their own, and were there for every high and low of growing up. When they found out they had both been accepted at the same university, there had been no thought of either of them picking anywhere else.

Tooru and Hajime were perpetually stuck in the gravitational pull of one another, and they both liked it that way.

Which is why Hajime had no problem waiting.

She bit down onto the bedding, both in an effort to hold back noises and sate the ache in her canines. Every time she lifted her hips, the dildo precariously trapped between her overheated body and the pillow between her legs threatened to slip and fuck up her whole system. Annoying as it was, the only thing that really actually helped when her heat overstayed its welcome was aggressively bouncing on it and pretending it was Tooru she felt punching against her cervix.

Okay, maybe waiting wasn't as easy as she made it sound.

The truth was, Hajime knew she and Tooru would end up as mates one day. Had it been solely up to her, Tooru would have been her girlfriend since high school, but there were a few impeding factors.

Firstly, Tooru was… squishy. She was sensitive, emotional, and despite having excellent control over her alpha urges, Hajime knew she would not have been able to stomach her hooking up with other people if they were a couple. It was one thing for Tooru to tolerate Hajime coming home smelling like others when they were just friends, but another entirely if they had been bonded.

And they would have bonded. Will bond. Immediately, when Tooru gets her shit together.

Which brought her to the second factor: Hajime was barely able to make it through her heats without a partner- hence why it was taking longer to break this time around. She needed sex. Tooru, however…. didn't seem to even want it.

It was a topic Tooru was guarded on. Hajime had witnessed her be confessed to and asked out a million times. It wasn't even like Tooru rejected everyone. She went on dates, even had girlfriends and boyfriends here and there, but she never let anything go past tame kissing.

"So you just don't feel like it?" Makki had asked once in high school, the day after Tooru slept over at her girlfriend's house for the first time. She had bags under her eyes and seemed, frankly, miserable. Apparently, the girl had tried to seduce Tooru several times, only to be met with rejection each time. They had broken up before school that morning.

"I… I feel like it, I just…," Tooru bit her lip, avoiding her friend's curious gazes as she fiddled with the zipper on her backpack. "I don't know. It didn't feel right."

"The sex or the person?" Hajime had bluntly asked, only for Tooru to finally look up at her, blushing furiously.

"Will you lower your voice, Iwa-chan!" She hissed, glancing around to make sure no one overheard. She sighed, "Both, I guess."

So, Hajime waited.

She herself had started messing around with other omegas and betas during high school, when the opportunity arose. It wasn't anything serious; it was common for omegas to seek each other out when they just needed help getting through their heats, and betas were a safer bet than alphas anyways. Not that Hajime couldn't have handled an alpha pushing her boundaries. She just had her own, anyways.

Her alpha, who was standing a few meters away in the kitchen, trying to hide her arousal as she cooked Hajime's favorite food. Hajime tried to suppress her groan at the thought. Tooru was so fucking cute, trying to play it cool while her scent leaked through the patches on her neck, begging Hajime to let her take her. She almost felt bad about spending her heat in their shared apartment this time around, but none of her usual heat buddies were available and… frankly, she was getting impatient.

Another groan slipped out of her as she sank down on the dildo, as far as it would go, and humped the pillow to rock it against the sensitive spot inside her. It should hurt- it usually did, if she went too deep. But like this, warmed up and slicker than ever and with the desperation that climbed and climbed with every orgasm that failed to break the heat for good-

"Hah- please… fuck," she begged no one in particular. She was so close again, but she was also exhausted, and if this orgasm didn't do the trick she might fucking cry. She was way too tired to go again. She'd have to… "Fuck."

The thought of giving up, calling Tooru's name and pulling her into her nest to end this fucking torture, fill her up so perfectly that her inner omega shut up for good, was so enticing that it caused a sharp spike in pleasure. The images in her head of what would follow were so vivid she felt the hairs on her body raise, hot and cold and hot again running through her veins. Tooru covering her body with hers, whining into her neck, licking at Hajime's sweat and sweetly bucking her hips into her. Begging Hajime to let her knot her, shaking under her tight grip as it pushed inside-

Hajime came so hard her body locked up completely, to the point where her calf muscles almost cramped. She was silent except for the desperate gasps that kept her mouth open, drooling onto the bed and trembling through it. Her cunt pulsed around the dildo, and she wished she had used a knotting one instead.

When it was over, Hajime flopped onto her side, wincing in disgust as the dildo finally slipped out with a squelch. Her entire body was wet, be it with slick, sweat or both. She stared unseeingly at the picture on the wall- herself and Tooru, arms interlocked as they took a sip of their first pints of beer when they turned 20. Her cunt twitched again. She closed her eyes, taking in deep breaths and trying to assess whether the heat had truly ended.

Hajime wiped the worst of the slick off on a dry part of the sheets, then stripped the bed and threw the bedding into a pile in the corner of the room to be washed. The pillow was a lost cause, she'd just have to throw it away. She pulled the same big t-shirt from before over her head, this time checking that it wasn't inside out, and stepped out of her room to find Tooru was-

Nowhere to be found.

"Shittykawa?" Hajime tried, but the door to Tooru's room was open and a peek inside confirmed it was empty. The apartment smelled delicious. Hajime walked into the kitchen and found the used pans and utensils carelessly scattered all over, but a hand-written sticky note on the microwave.

food inside, please enjoy Iwa-chan <3 went for a run! will do dishes when I'm back - DON'T do them!!

Hajime opened the microwave and couldn't resist eating a few pieces of fried tofu with her bare hands. Tooru might not be the best chef, but the food tasted incredible to Hajime. Because her alpha made it, said a giddy voice in her head. The faint disappointment that had set in her chest at Tooru's absence was filled with warmth again.

She finished her food standing up at the counter to avoid getting anything else dirty, then brought her sex toys into the bathroom to clean after her shower.

And then an evil thought occurred, one she couldn't resist.

Tooru's feet pounded the pavement as she ran at a pace faster than comfortable.

She knew she couldn't outrun the horniness, but she had severely overestimated her own self control when Hajime's scent and noises had been bullying her for the last four days. As soon as the grunts and groans started up again, Tooru felt her sanity slipping. She wasn't even sure how she managed to finish cooking, just that no sooner than she did, she had changed into her running clothes - barely resisting lying down on her belly to shove her nose under Hajime's bedroom door and rutting against the floor like a goddamn dog - and ran out the door. There hadn't even been time to grab her earphones. Just the sound of her heart beating against her ribcage and her pulse throbbing in her shorts.

Running through a public park with an erection was bad, but having to hide behind a bush to get a fist around her cock was so, so much worse. Luckily, it had taken less than ten seconds for her to spill into her cupped hand. She stared at the milky mess on her palm before wiping it against a tree with a wince, apologizing under her breath to whichever god could be watching her in that moment.

"I fear this is rock bottom," Makki said through the phone.

"You don't think I know this?!" Tooru said, voice somewhere between a hiss and a miserable whine, sitting on a bench away from other people. "I had to rinse my hand in a fountain, Makki-chan."

"There's certainly worse things people have washed out in a public fountain. Well," she paused, "no, this is probably one of the top three bad things."

"What am I supposed to do, Makki? I can't go home."

"Why not?"

"She's gonna know."

Makki snorted, "how would she know?"

"By looking at my stupid, pervert face. I don't know!"

Makki scoffed, "That's stolen valor. You're not a pervert just because you're horny for your best friend. So you jerked off in public, so what? No one even saw. People do much worse. Hell, I've done much worse."

Tooru couldn't help but laugh, a little relieved. Part of her always expected her friend to gasp in horror and shame her when she vented about this sort of thing, but Makki never failed to make her feel more normal when it came to her sexual impulses. Makki was a beta, which meant that she wasn't subjected to heat or rut cycles, and was less affected by everyone's scents. She still had one, and could smell others, but her biology wasn't at the mercy of pheromones. Despite that, Makki was a highly sexual person, and had always been very open to talking about it.

"Besides, I have a feeling Iwa might even like it."

Tooru flushed. "Not this again. Iwa-chan doesn't fuck alphas, and she certainly doesn't see me that way."

"How do you know?"

"Because I know."

"Sure. That's why she walks around with no underwear during her heat while living with an alpha. You know when Mattsun walks around with no underwear? When she wants me to fuck her about it."

"Iwa-chan's just comfortable in her own home! And Mattsun is your girlfriend-"

"You just ran right into the point."

Tooru let out a frustrated noise. They'd had this discussion over and over again. Makki was the only one who Tooru had opened up to about how she really felt about her secondary gender.

One overheard conversation between Hajime and her mother when the omega first presented had changed everything for the worse. Tooru had come over after school to do homework together, as they always did, and not two minutes in Hajime's mother had called her for a private conversation outside her room. Iwaizumi-san had closed the door behind Hajime, but their hushed whispers were still audible.

"It's not the same anymore, Hajime. You're an omega and she's an alpha. You can still be friends, but she's gonna have a hard time, especially at first, controlling her hormones and impulses. You need to be careful."

"Okasaan, it's Tooru. She'd never- she could never hurt me." Hajime's whisper got louder, frustration evident in her tone.

"You don't know that, Hajime. Just because she wouldn't mean to, doesn't mean she couldn't. Alphas can't always control themselves."

Tooru hadn't known, back then, that this was a half-truth. She didn't have the tools to take the warning with a grain of salt. She felt her stomach drop, eyes brimming with tears before she could stop them, too upset to let Hajime's defense of her hold any value. What did Hajime know, anyways? They were both so young, both being introduced to an aspect of adulthood that would change the way they related to each other forever.

The fear of losing control, of becoming a threat to her best friend and other omegas, had been enough to make Tooru fear her inner alpha.

Hajime had come back into the room, frustrated, and slammed the door behind her. Her mother had pointedly opened the door, and announced in a hard tone that it was to stay open, and left with a warning look at Tooru. Tooru had to bite her inner cheek to keep her eyes from watering again.

As time went on, and Tooru proved to everyone - including Hajime's mother - that she could, in fact, be trusted around her daughter, things fell back into a semblance of normal. For everyone else, that is. On the inside, Tooru resented her alpha, and policed herself to a 'concerning degree,' according to Makki.

"Go home. She's probably done, anyways, even if she does notice you're- affected," she said kindly, "she probably won't mention it. You're an alpha, it's not like you can ignore ignore your biological reactions completely. Just because you don't pounce on her like a stupid knothead, doesn't mean you don't react at all."

Makki was right, of course. But a little voice in the back of Tooru's head was quick to remind her, just because you haven't messed up yet, doesn't mean you won't.

As if reading her mind, Makki laughed, "Even if you did pounce on her, Iwa would hand your ass to you, easy. Chill out."

Having calmed down as much as she could, Tooru walked back to the apartment, avoiding the gaze of any passerby as if they could see it in her face that she had- done what she did. Thankfully, when she arrived, every window was open and the scent of heat was practically gone from the space.

Tooru announced herself before bee lining to the bathroom for a shower. She locked the door, breathing a sigh of relief that Hajime hadn't bothered to come out of her room to greet her, and felt her shoulders relax a fraction. And then she turned around, and froze all over again.

Suctioned to the bathroom counter, right next to the sink, was a large, realistic dildo. It was black, and made of silicone, and- oh fuck. Tooru took a step closer, eyes never straying from it as if it was a bug that could fly right at her face if she looked away, she noticed the. Um. Dried.. residue.

Absurdly, the first thing that came to mind was surprise to find out Hajime used a dildo on herself. Hajime didn't kiss and tell, but she didn't completely shy away from the topic of sex, either. She had mentioned before that she preferred to top. That, plus the fact she avoided hooking up with alphas, made Tooru conclude she wasn't into being penetrated. Not that she should have been thinking about that at all. It was none of her business.

Except. It was now her business, a little, because Hajime had left the damn thing right there, in their shared space, without cleaning it. Tooru felt heat rise from her core, her stupid inner alpha urging her to lick it.

She was not going to lick it.

Tooru tore her eyes away, undressing with shaky hands. Oh, awesome. She was hard again. She stepped into the shower, turning it as cold as she could, and roughly washed herself as if she could get rid of the filthy thoughts flooding her mind.

A few days passed, and to Hajime's disappointment, Tooru didn't mention the dildo. She had to have seen it, there was no way she didn't, but what was Hajime supposed to do?

Hey, I left that there for you. Thoughts?

No. She'd have to wait for another opportunity. In the meantime, she let Tooru do what she did best: pretend everything was normal and platonic between them while being adorably obvious about her attraction.

Hajime couldn't help but continue scheming in her mind. It was frankly impressive that Tooru hadn't given in to her instincts yet. She had heard of alphas losing their minds over much less than an omega in heat in the vicinity and a used dildo left unsupervised. On one hand, it made her proud that Tooru's self-control could silence anyone who tried to perpetuate lies about alphas' ability to respect consent and boundaries. On the other hand, Hajime wished Tooru had a little bit less of it.

Ironically enough, Hajime found herself in a position where she had to be the one holding back from pushing Tooru's buttons too much. Regardless of how obvious it was that Tooru had feelings for her (sexual and otherwise), it would be shitty of her to force her hand via hormonal impulses.

Tooru meant a whole lot more to her than that.

"Are you coming tonight, Iwa-chan?" The alpha peeked her head around the corner to where Hajime sat on the couch. Hajime put her video game controller down and smiled at the hair rollers that made her look ridiculous. She also had under-eye patches on, the kind she was almost positive did nothing, but knew better than to point out.

"Wasn't planning on it," Hajime said, turning back to her game. She heard Tooru make a sound of discontent, pleased when her scent neared.

"But it's the last weekend before midterm prep week," Tooru's pout was evident in her voice. "And I can't deal with Miya by myself. You know she's always hitting on me even though she has a girlfriend."

"Sakusa-san not coming?"

"She never does."

"You know, Miya only bugs you because you're so easy to fluster."

"That's not true! I am not easy to fluster."

"You get flustered all the time."

"Only 'cause-," Tooru stopped herself. Hajime finally glanced sideways to see her standing with her arms crossed, blushing. "I am not easy to fluster." She repeated, turning around to walk back into the bathroom and finish getting ready.

Hajime sighed. As much as she enjoyed drinking and going out, it wasn't something she was particularly in the mood for that night. She had hoped Tooru felt the same, then maybe they could have watched a movie together. She would have chosen a movie that she knew Tooru would get annoyed at, pausing every five seconds to argue with the characters and complain about continuity or how bad the dialogue was. Hajime would have picked the opposite side of the argument, just to see her get worked up. Then maybe Tooru would have leaned forward to push her shoulder playfully when she realized Hajime was messing with her, and they would end up really close, close enough that big brown eyes would widen and stare at hers a little helplessly. Hajime's eyes would flick down at her pretty, pink lips, and Tooru's would do the same, and then-

"Fine," Hajime conceded, "I'll come with."

"Really?! Wow, Iwa-chan must want to hang out with me really bad. Usually she's a lot harder to convince!"

"Shut up, if you take too long to get ready I'll change my mind."

Twenty minutes later found Hajime in the same exact position on the couch, after changing into a pair of jeans that showed the elastic on her boxers, a simple t-shirt and a backwards cap.

"Tooru," she complained.

"I'm coming, Impatient-chan!"

"You've said that three times already. What happened to 'just putting on mascara'?"

"Well, that's what I was doing when you asked." Tooru feigned innocence, but any annoyance Hajime felt faded into the back of her mind as her best friend rounded the corner securing her earrings. She wore a pleated skirt and cami underneath a low cut shirt, and her sleeves were the kind that sort of made her look like a princess. Hajime's eyes followed the line of her long legs to see her feet were clad in the frilly socks that gave her cuteness aggression. Tooru held her arms out expectantly. "Well?"

"You look cute," Hajime managed. It wasn't enough. Tooru looked down doubtfully, pinching her top.

"Yeah? I think I might go with a different top-"

"Nope, you've changed enough. We're going," Hajime announced as she walked towards the door, ignoring Tooru's complaints.

"Is the backwards hat really necessary, Iwa-chan? And- ugh, just, come here." Hajime wiggled her foot forcibly into her sneakers, letting Tooru tug her by the sleeve of her shirt before cuffing it neatly. "If you're just gonna wear a t-shirt, at least make it look a little more intentional."

Hajime openly stared at her glossy lips as Tooru worked, too focused on her own hands to notice it. She wanted to kiss her so badly, she almost let herself lean forwards until their chests touched. Maybe tonight would be the night, Hajime thought, and a little thrill ran down her spine. "'Course it's intentional, I put it on, didn't I?

"There's a difference between putting it on and throwing it on."

Hajime hummed. Yeah, yeah, pretty girl.

With Tooru's Mary Jane's fastened and her small purse-that-nothing-fit-inside under her arm, the two made their way out of the apartment. The short walk was pleasant, with the sun just barely setting and the air cooled down a little. Hajime regretted not bringing a jacket she could lend Tooru later, but the breeze kept blowing the sweet scent of her best friend's shampoo towards her, so she was too pleased to linger on it.

The bar their friends and fellow students frequented wasn't necessarily good, but the drinks were cheap and it was close enough to their school that everyone could stumble home at the end of the night, so it was always busy. Tonight was especially busy, considering the next few weeks would be filled with late nights at the library preparing for midterms and dehydration via sweat and tears, as opposed to alcohol consumption.

"I think I see them!" Tooru grabbed Hajime by the shirt and pulled her through the crowd, making their way to one of the booths in the back everyone always fought over. Hajime was glad they had won, as there was not much sitting space elsewhere. On one side the booth were Mattsun and Makki, and on the other, Osamu, Suna and Atsumu. They all had glasses in varying stages of fullness, and there were cigarette packs, phones and lighters littered across the table.

"Oh, look who it is, princess-chan and her royal knight!" Atsumu, already double fisting a beer and what looked like a frozen slushie, greeted them with a pleased grin. The shirt she wore was barely a shirt anymore; a graphic tee that had its sleeves and most of its graphic itself cut off at the bottom. If she raised her arms, Hajime was pretty sure she would flash her flat chest to the whole bar. Not that anyone would complain.

"Look, Iwa-chan, it's the slutty masc who needs to remind everyone at all times that she has a six pack," Tooru said, throwing Atsumu a saccharine smile. Hajime snorted.

"Made ya look, though," Atsumu winked. "Grab somethin' to drink, we saved y'all seats."

Hajime made to pull out her wallet, but Tooru stopped her. "Iwa-chan, it's on me. I dragged you out, I'm getting our drinks." Before Hajime could argue, she was off. Hajime slid into the booth next to Makki.

"Cute little alpha, providin' an' shit," Atsumu teased, taking a sip of her slushie. "Has she made a move yet?"

"Shut up, she's gonna hear you," Hajime hissed, looking back at the bar to check that Tooru was out of earshot. All of their friends knew about Hajime and Tooru's situationship - not that it was hard to pick up on. Thankfully, Tooru was leaning against the bar, tossing her hair like an early two-thousands protagonist and chatting with one of her classmates as they mixed their drinks. "But no, she hasn't."

Mattsun shook her head, sitting on the other side of the booth with her arm around Makki. "Kinda insane that she just tanked it out during your heat."

"Fuck, I know," Hajime groaned, pulling her hat off to scratch the nape of her neck at the weak pulse in her scent glands. "She didn't even seem close to snapping, kinda just made things harder for myself to be honest."

Makki laughed into her drink, but didn't comment. Suna shook her head in disappointment.

"Sucks. I only suggested it because it totally worked on Samu. Since, you know, you have the whole childhood-friends-who-want-each-other thing going on too." Suna pat her alpha girlfriend's cheek teasingly, "Guess Samu's just easy for it."

Osamu scoffed derisively, "Easy? Ya don't know how hard it is to resist pheromones from an omega who obviously wants ya too. Shit's fuckin' hard."

"Hmm," Suna smirked, "it was, wasn't it?"

Osamu scowled, blushing deeply, and Atsumu gagged in disgust. "Can we go back to talkin' about not you guys? I still wanna hear about Tooru-chan's impressive resistance to Iwa's fuck-me pheromones."

"Too bad, she's already coming back," Makki pointed out. Atsumu's disappointed groan made Hajime laugh.

"Here you go, Iwa-chan! Boring beer just how you like it." Tooru set their drinks down and slid into the booth next to her, only for Atsumu to pout.

"Was hopin' ya'd sit next to me, Tooru-chan. I don' bite, ya know."

Tooru immediately flustered, just as Hajime predicted. "If anyone's, it's Omi-chan's bite I'd be worried about. Why isn't she here tonight? Did she finally get tired of you flirting with anything that moves and dump you?"

Atsumu grinned against the mouth of her beer bottle. "Yer right to be worried 'bout Omi. Last time she bit me she drew blood." At everyone's wince, Atsumu shrugged. "Didn't say I didn't like it."

"If I cared, I'd fear for both of you behind closed doors," Suna said. "Unfortunately I can't opt out of hearing about the nasty aggressive shit you get into, so I just hope for Samu's sake she doesn't actually kill you."

"If Sakusa killed her, I'd at least be in peace knowin' she deserved it," Osamu said.

"Just cuz we're both alphas doesn't mean we're aggressive all the time. Sure, Omi likes to push me around, and I don't take it lyin' down- well, sometimes I do-"

"Tsumu, please." Osamu grumbled.

"-All I'm sayin' is, we can be gentle!"

Hajime looked at Tooru, who had her martini glass held up to her mouth but wasn't really taking a sip. She had a little crease between her eyebrows as she listened to the conversation. Hajime wondered what was going on in her mind.

Makki sighed dreamily, "That sounds so sexy. Sometimes I wish I had a knot for my baby girl," she brushed Mattsun's hair back with her fingers. "Being a beta is so boring sometimes."

"I don't need one, babe, you're perfect," Mattsun said. "It'd be actually kind of annoying if you went through ruts. No offense to you guys, but they sound like a lot to deal with, not in the fun way."

"None taken, they are. I'm so damn annoyin' when I'm in rut. Remember when ya had to lock me in the bathroom until ya could finish yer essay?" Osamu asked Suna, who laughed at the memory.

"Yeah, she kept breathing down my neck while I tried to write another three thousand words about consumer behavior. Had to lock her in there and put on my noise cancelling headphones to get that essay submitted before midnight."

They laughed, exchanging stories about heats and ruts and how much of a pain they were to deal with. Hajime kind of wished she could vent to her friends about how shitty her latest heat had been, despite having Tooru there to take care of her. Well, in every way besides the one she needed most.

Did she need to get fucked more than she needed to be fed? It sure felt like it at the time.

"Yer awfully quiet, Tooru. Got any embarrassin' rut stories to share with the class?" Atsumu prodded. Hajime felt Tooru stiffen beside her.

"Wouldn't you like to know, Atsu-chan," Tooru scoffed, rolling her eyes and taking a sip of her drink. "Even if I had anything to share, I wouldn't."

"Why not? We're all friends here. I know yer a perfectly poised lil' princess, but there's an alpha in there somewhere. Deep, deep down."

"Why do you want to know so bad?" Tooru was beginning to lose her patience, voice dipping a little into defensiveness. "I'm sure Omi-chan would love to hear about how interested you are in my ruts."

"Threatenin' me with the missus?" Atsumu clicked her tongue in disapproval. "That's harsh, Tooru-chan. What if I toldja I like it when Omi gets jealous?" Atsumu took another sip of her beer, letting her bottom lip slide against the mouth of the bottle. Hajime looked at Tooru, noticing how her gaze fell to Atsumu's mouth, before snapping back up almost guiltily.

Emboldened, Atsumu continued. "What if I toldja she's blowin' up my phone right now, and I'm not answerin' on purpose? Omi's funny that way; she chose to stay home sayin' it's 'cause she doesn't like goin' out, but I know that ain't why."

"Alright, move outta the way, scrub. I know where this is goin' an' I don' wanna hear it. Anyone else wanna smoke?"

Atsumu slid out of the booth to let Suna and Osamu out, who were followed by Mattsun, who never turned down a bummed cigarette. Hajime considered leaving as well, but she didn't want to leave Tooru to her own devices against Atsumu.

As soon as they were gone, Makki leaned forward with her chin in her hand and a devious smirk on her face. "So why did Sakusa choose to stay home?"

Atsumu smirked. "She likes the chase of it all, it's like foreplay to her. Some real base alpha shit, ya know? Omi likes it when I trigger her instincts a little, flirtin' with other people so she can show up and be all possessive, show everyone who I belong to."

"God, that's so hot," Makki sighed.

"Mhmm," Atsumu agreed, "tell ya what. I give it an hour tops before she shows up here, the way she's textin' me right now."

"You two are so…" Tooru began, staring at Atsumu with her lips parted. Hajime could see that she was blushing, but because Tooru was wearing scent patches, she couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment or arousal.

"Sexy?" Atsumu offered.

"…Shameless." Tooru decided.

Atsumu only laughed. "Ain't nothin' to be ashamed of, Tooru-chan." Tooru didn't seem convinced, so Atsumu pressed on, flicking her eyes to Hajime for a brief moment. "I think ya'd have a lot to gain from bein' a little more shameless. Just sayin'."

Tooru gripped the bathroom sink with both hands, wishing she could splash some cold water on her face without ruining her makeup.

She thought she had been holding it together pretty well, having successfully diverged from the topic of her own ruts, but then Makki just had to get fucking curious about who tops between Sakusa and Atsumu, and the blonde just had to overshare. There was only so much Tooru could take of Atsumu describing in withering detail just how big her girlfriend's cock was, and how she had to get fucked in the ass because no matter how much they stretched her out, Atsumu's vestigial pussy just couldn't take all of her.

Jesus.

She had to tap out when Hajime, who had been listening quietly the whole time, started asking questions about anal. Why the hell was she even asking?

Tooru breathed in through her nose and out through her mouth several times, willing the heat that had begun to pool low in her stomach to dissipate. It was as if the universe chose to threaten her with a hard on every time she wore something that wouldn't easily hide one. Her skirt was short enough that a bulge would definitely be noticeable, regardless of the pleats in the fabric.

Thankfully, by the time she came back to the table, all of their friends had returned and brought with them shots. Getting drunk would definitely help, Tooru figured. Hajime gave her a look when she slid back into the booth, wordlessly asking if she felt alright, and Tooru gave her a small smile in return.

The conversation flowed to much safer topics as they got drunker; Suna told a story about her elective language professor that had them all cry laughing, Makki updated everyone on the gossip from her theater cohort, and Osamu rage baited Atsumu into a highly amusing argument over the logistics of dishwasher loading.

Tooru was pleasantly buzzed when Hajime's leg pressed against hers, so she didn't think much before pressing back. The good thing about alcohol is that it lowered her inhibitions, making things she would usually overthink feel like no big deal. Even when they both had to slide out of the booth to let someone get up, as soon as they sat back down, there was Hajime's leg, warm and solid against hers. She didn't know if it was intentional, or even which one of them started it, but it didn't matter.

Atsumu was the only person at the table other than Hajime and herself when Sakusa finally made an appearance. Even if Atsumu hadn't told them she'd been ignoring her girlfriend's texts all night, it would have been easy to assume something of the sort from the expression on Sakusa's face and the faint smell of smoke when she approached. Tooru winced when she imagined what Sakusa would have smelled like if she wasn't obviously wearing scent patches.

"Miya," Sakusa growled, hands shoved in her hoodie and shoulders curled inwards. She wore a mask as usual, but the upper half of her face was expressive enough to let anyone know just how pissed off she was. A few dark ringlets had escaped her ponytail, and the way they fell over her face made her look like one of those terrifyingly beautiful Greek entities - the ones that killed for fun. She completely ignored Hajime and Tooru.

"Hi baby girl," Atsumu purred, taking her sweet time before turning to face her girlfriend. "Thought you wanted to stay home?"

"You said you'd be back half an hour ago."

"Oh, sorry, I must have lost track of t-" Atsumu was yanked out of the booth so fast Tooru almost gasped, watching as Sakusa pulled her to her feet and scented her aggressively despite the patches. It was almost cute how desperate her movements were, like she couldn't help herself. Atsumu sure looked pleased.

"We're leaving," Sakusa said loud enough for Tooru and Hajime to hear.

"Come on, Omi, it's so early." Atsumu's hands slipped under Sakusa's hoodie. "One drink?" She nudged her nose against her cheek, and something she said made the other alpha's dark eyes heat, flicking towards Tooru before she nodded. Atsumu gave her a kiss on the cheek before Sakusa made her way to the bar.

"I always forget how scary Omi-chan can be," Tooru said as Atsumu slid back into her seat.

"It's a lot of bark, for sure, but she softens real nice under the right conditions." Atsumu looked extremely pleased with herself.

Sakusa returned with a drink in hand, setting it down before immediately crowding Atsumu. She pulled her mask down and wasted no time in biting the shit out of the blonde's neck, who let out a sharp hah before laughing.

Tooru knew she was staring, but she couldn't convince herself to look away. It wasn't like she had a problem with public displays of affection. She thought it was cute when she saw couples scenting each other, and even something suggestive like a fresh mating bite or hickeys could be chic, if 'worn' correctly. There was just something that always felt too intense, to her, about two alphas together. It seemed like two unstoppable forces clashing, with nothing to balance the equation. Sure, it was hot, and the thought of it made something stir inside Tooru, but she was a little scared of what it meant that it turned her on.

She almost forgot Hajime was sitting right next to her when she felt a warm hand settle on her knee.

"You okay?" Hajime leaned in closer to ask in her ear. Tooru went still, all of her attention being drawn to the low murmur. It sent a shiver up her spine she hoped Hajime didn't notice. "Are they bothering you?"

Tooru didn't realize her eyes had fluttered shut. When she opened them, the two alphas on the other side of the booth were in the middle of a heated make out session. Sakusa held Atsumu close with a hand fisted in the collar of her shirt, and another tangled in the back of her hair. Atsumu didn't seem to be taking it easily; Beneath all the obvious want in her scent, she could tell the blonde was fighting her inner alpha, in the way her nose scrunched in a snarl and her body kept resisting Sakusa's claim every few seconds. Atsumu's scent was dangerous in its desire; whether that was a threat directed at Sakusa or anyone around that dare get in between them, Tooru couldn't tell.

Hajime had asked a question, but Tooru couldn't remember what it was, too lost in the overwhelming display happening in front of them. Her alpha was getting restless inside, urging her to do something, join the scuffle, or- she jumped when Hajime squeezed her thigh to get her attention, slamming Hajime's knuckles against the underside of table in the process.

"O-oh my god, sorry Iwa-chan!" Tooru snapped her head towards Hajime, who cursed and cradled her hand against her chest. "I just-"

"'S okay, I'm fine," Hajime shook her hand as if flicking the pain away. "You started growling."

Tooru's eyes widened in embarrassment. "N-no I didn't-"

"This too much fer little Tooru-chan?" Atsumu asked, her voice lower than usual and taking on a raspy quality to it. Sakusa continued gnawing on the hollow of her throat. Atsumu flashed her fangs at Tooru, whose inner alpha immediately bristled at the challenge.

Before she could rein it in, her upper lip curled and her chest rumbled with another growl. Sakusa's head snapped towards her, growling in response. Those dark eyes fixed on her, openly threatening in a way that made Tooru feel completely out of sorts. Thankfully, Hajime was there to handle the situation that could have quickly spiraled out of control.

"Hey!" She snapped, clapping her hands loudly once between them to interrupt the alphas' line of vision. The sudden noise, along with her authoritative tone, immediately snapped them out of it. "Enough, you guys are acting stupid."

Sakusa had enough sense to look embarrassed, eyes flitting away from Hajime's and looking down instead. Her mouth was still curled in distaste, but Tooru could feel the invisible tension that had swelled between them deflate just as quickly. She shoved her face against Atsumu's neck once again, not to bite but to speak in her ear. Atsumu nodded, pressing her lips against her girlfriend's jaw in a quick kiss before the two of them slid out of the booth.

"We should head out, sorry 'bout that Iwa." Sakusa didn't meet their eyes, choosing to grab Atsumu by the waistband of her jeans and pull her forcibly towards the exit. "Y'all have fun!"

Tooru watched them leave, heart still beating quickly in her chest at the adrenaline that had been triggered. Every step the alphas took away from them made Tooru settle a little more, and by the time they were out of sight, she felt a huge wave of shame hit her.

"God, I'm so sorry, Iwa-chan, that was so…" She hid her face in her hands, wishing the ground could just swallow her up. "Stupid Miya and stupid Sakusa just- they just had to-"

"Hey, relax. They're gone now, and nothing happened." Hajime spoke softly, her hand finding Tooru's thigh again and making her pulse jump. "Sakusa didn't even touch her drink, so at least we got a free one out of it."

Hajime's amusement helped Tooru relax a fraction. She wasn't sure whether more alcohol would help or hinder the situation, considering her body was even more wired up after that whole scene. Tooru let her hands slip away from her face, glancing sideways at her best friend and taking a sip through the straw when the drink was offered to her.

"You seem really on edge. Like, more than usual." Hajime observed, rubbing her thumb across Tooru's thigh in what she probably thought would be a soothing gesture.

Tooru felt awful, not only about what just happened, but at the way she could feel her alpha essentially pawing at the door she kept it locked behind most of the time. It was unfair to Hajime that her innocent efforts to calm Tooru down were making her even hornier. Now, with her friend directly asking her about it, Tooru started to feel like she couldn't hold it in anymore. Her resolve started to slip, and if it weren't for the alcohol making things seem a little less condemned, she would probably start crying just about now.

She glanced sideways again, eyes zeroing in on the way the omega's eyelashes brushed her cheekbones when she blinked. When had Hajime gotten this close?

Tooru laughed softly, helplessly. "Iwa-chan…" Her thighs tightened subconsciously, feeling her cock stir inside. Hajime hummed and squeezed again, making things worse. "You really shouldn't…"

"Shouldn't what?" Tooru could swear she felt the air hitting her cheek when Hajime spoke. She breathed in shakily, locking in on Hajime's scent, which was somehow magnified.

Tooru squeezed her eyes shut, and on her next inhale she felt Hajime's scent fill her mouth. Her stomach dropped as she felt it, her cock pushing past it's sheath, just a little but enough to feel like the beginning of the end. There was no way to avoid it, this time, and nowhere to hide. Hajime's hand was now rubbing up and down a little, the touch making her skin pebble.

It couldn't be helped. Tooru whimpered softly.

Hajime's hand stilled.

"Tooru-"

"D-don't!" She turned her burning face away, hoping her long hair could shield her from whatever face Hajime wore.

"Don't what?" Hajime drew her hand away from Tooru. She almost chased the touch with her leg, but was able to hold it back at the last second.

This was it. There was no way she didn't know, not with the way Tooru's scent leaked through her patches. Not with the barely-contained trembling of her muscles, in anticipation or hope, she wasn't sure, and it didn't matter. Hajime was about to pull away completely, to slide out of the booth and walk home, and by the time Tooru finally managed to unlock her body and rush home to make things right, to beg for forgiveness, to lie and say she would get over it, Hajime would be long gone. And then Tooru would be alone, just like she was meant to be, completely isolated. At the mercy of her stupid biology.

There was a hand grabbing her face by the chin and forcing her to look, harsh but not violent. Tooru held her eyes shut. Hajime could hit her, if she wanted, and she would deserve it, but she couldn't force herself to see the disappointment with her own eyes-

"Tooru," Hajime said. "Look at me."

Tooru shook her head.

"You're so fucking stubborn," Hajime laughed, and then pressed their lips together.

Tooru's body reacted before her mind, chasing the pressure, an urgent sound escaping her. She opened her mouth and Hajime was there, pushing right back and sliding their tongues together so perfectly it made the heat in Tooru's core flare dangerously. She twisted her body without thinking, needing to be closer, to feel more, before Hajime pulled away so abruptly it left her reeling. She finally opened her eyes only to see the omega smirking, chest heaving and skin flushed. Hajime's green eyes locked onto hers, and she couldn't look away.

"Fucking finally," Hajime exhaled, "I've been waiting so," kiss, "goddamn," kiss, "long."

Tooru could hardly think, much less string together a coherent sentence, with the way her head rushed. All she could do was stare helplessly at Hajime, openly begging for more, of anything. Whatever her body was doing was suddenly none of her business. The only think she could focus on was the omega in front of her.

Hajime pushed Tooru further into the booth, until she was pressed against the wall, shielded from the world. She kissed her again, moaning quietly when Tooru melted into it.

"Fuck, you're so-," another kiss. Hajime mumbled into her mouth feverishly, waited so long and want you so bad and several other little confessions that Tooru couldn't fully process, but made her tummy flip all the same.

And then, Hajime's hand was back on her thigh, warm and pressing closer and closer to where Tooru knew, without looking, the fabric of her skirt was tented obscenely.

Ah. Right.

"Iwa-chan," Tooru whined, embarrassed all over again. "S-sorry."

"For what?" Hajime hissed. Her scent was so strong now that it clouded Tooru's mind. Hajime's hand reached the edge of her skirt, pausing for a second when Tooru's thigh threatened to move again. She pressed on, sliding underneath until her knuckles grazed along the line of her hardness straining against her panties. "For this?"

All Tooru could do was gasp, cock twitching against the light touch.

"I like it, Tooru," Hajime said, pressing kisses along her throat until she reached her ear. "I want it."

For blissful, countless minutes, all that existed was the feeling of Hajime's hand stroking her through the cotton. Tooru moaned into the omega's mouth, canines throbbing with the urge to sink into her skin, but the way Hajime commanded every single movement in their dance stopped her from doing anything but occasionally canting her hips into the touch.

The longer it went on, the harder it was for Tooru to remember why she'd been so hesitant. She realized, Hajime handled three alphas triggering each other in less than five seconds. She realized, even when her instincts urged her to take, Tooru ultimately didn't move. She imagined what she must have looked like, cornered into the booth as the omega licked into her mouth and told her openly, with no room for doubt, just how she wanted her, with a hand on her cock and teeth against her throat. A thrill ran down her spine.

When it came down to it, Tooru was at the mercy of Hajime's whims, not her own. The relief was indescribable.

There would be time, much later, to try and remember what the process of leaving the bar while hiding her boner was like. Right now, the only thing that mattered was the way Hajime maneuvered her through the apartment backwards until the world tilted and her body hit the mattress.

Hajime crawled over her on her hands and knees, intense and almost predatory, pinning Tooru in place with her sharp gaze. "Hi," Hajime smiled, nudging their noses together.

Tooru squeaked and covered her face, stomach lurching with the realization that they were completely alone. Now that Hajime knew how she felt, and apparently (hopefully) felt the same, there was nothing standing between Tooru and her deepest fantasies becoming reality. It was almost too much to handle.

"Hey," Hajime shifted her weight on one arm, gently grabbing one of her hands and setting it back against the bed. Her voice was softer, arousal a little more contained. "Why are you so shy? It's just me."

Tooru cracked an eye open, staring at Hajime, who still has a smile lingering on her face. The pressure in her chest eased a little.

"That's why," Tooru said, unable to keep a little whine off her voice. "Because it's you."

Hajime hummed, searching Tooru's face. "Shouldn't that make it easier? Because you know me so well?"

"It does not make it easier, Iwa-chan," Tooru complained. "It's like, way more pressure, because I- because I like you so much."

"I like you too," Hajime laughed, shifting onto her other arm to pluck the remaining hand away from Tooru's face. "So what's the problem?"

Tooru made a disgruntled little noise, kicking her feet childishly. Even if she knew spelling everything out to her best friend would pay off, it was still frustrating and hard. "You don't even like alphas."

"I like you," Hajime repeated.

"But there's parts of me you won't like," Tooru said, trying to ignore the lump in her throat.

"Tooru," Hajime murmured, her voice warm and syrupy. She lowered her body until they were completely flush, leaning on her elbows so that their faces were close. Tooru's eyes almost crossed holding her gaze. "I like every part of you."

Hajime pressed their mouths together gently, then a little more firmly when she felt Tooru melt into the mattress. Each kiss helped her loosen up, lose herself in the feeling like she had at the bar. The omega hummed, running her tongue across the seam of Tooru's lips until she parted them with a groan.

Tooru's hips twitched when Hajime tugged on her hair, and before she could apologize, the omega demanded into her mouth, "again." Tooru obeyed, savoring the little bursts of relief that came with the friction. It felt so good to give in to the temptations she had pushed down for so long.

Hajime nosed against Tooru's neck, groaning when she peeled the corner of a scent patch with her teeth. "You smell so good, can I…?" The alpha nodded, eager to fill the room with their mixed scents. As soon as the second patch was off, Hajime rubbed their necks together, purring contentedly. "I just wanna eat you up," Hajime murmured against her, licking and sucking gently over her scent gland and making Tooru keen.

The more Hajime scented her, the more relaxed Tooru felt. A part of her that had been restless this whole time finally settled. She felt owned. She wanted to feel this way forever.

"I wanna sit on your face," Hajime announced suddenly, like the words didn't have Tooru's brain malfunctioning. "Is that okay?"

"Please," Tooru begged, nodding desperately. The thought of finally being able to shove her face between Hajime's thighs like she'd been dreaming of for years made saliva pool in her mouth. Tooru pushed Hajime up with shaky hands, barely registering the way her best friend chuckled at her desperation.

"Alright, alright baby, gimme a second," Hajime laughed. Baby. Tooru's heart soared. Baby, baby, baby.

Hajime climbed off to remove her jeans and boxers. When the alpha saw a string of slick stretch between Hajime's cunt and her underwear before snapping, she couldn't help the way she almost lurched clean off the bed to reach for the omega. Hajime caught her shoulder just in time with a firm hand, laughing in disbelief as she forced Tooru back against the bed, resisting the tight grip of the alpha's fingers drawing her closer.

"God, Tooru," she said breathlessly, finally kneeling over her face. Tooru pressed her nose into Hajime's inner thigh, right over her scent gland was, and trapped the skin between her teeth. "Gentle," Hajime warned with a gasp. Tooru's jaw locked on command, limiting the force of the bite despite her desire to clench harder. "Good girl."

Oh, that felt right. The praise washed over her like a balm, both soothing and sending blood rushing to her cock, still trapped and leaking into her panties. Good, she thought giddily. Hajime thought she was good. It made everything click into place. All she had to do was behave, and Hajime would reward her for it.

Tooru could be good. She could be the best.

Hajime's wet cunt hovered over her lips, her scent making Tooru's mouth water. She wanted to crane her neck up and reach for it, but Hajime hadn't told her she could, so she waited. She stared up at the omega, mouth parted and panting heavily, each inhale this close to the source making desperation build and build until she could hardly hold still, vibrating in anticipation. Hajime smirked down at her.

"Go ahead, make me feel good."

Tooru didn't need to be told twice. The first taste made Tooru's eyes roll into the back of her head, sweet and tangy and a little musky, everything she didn't know she needed. Hajime's groan spurred her on, hands flying to grip the alpha's hair. Tooru's arms wrapped around Hajime's thick thighs to bring her even closer, hold her in place as she clumsily licked hot stripes from her hole, all the way up to her clit and back. Soon, the entire lower half of Tooru's face was completely covered in slick, her head so fuzzy with the scent she felt like she was floating.

"That's it, baby," Hajime encouraged, repositioning Tooru's head as she pleased. "S-so good, fuck."

Hajime started moving, every grind of her cunt against Tooru's mouth made her neglected cock twitching, straining harder against the wet cotton of her underwear. She mindlessly wiggled her hips, gasping at the weak stimulation. It drew Hajime's attention.

She felt the omega let go of her hair and lean back, one hand splayed against Tooru's ribcage and the other reaching to pull her skirt up. Tooru's legs snapped together automatically, but it was no use. Her cock was already fully erect, and Hajime could easily slip her hand under the ruined panties. She groaned when she felt the dampness of the fabric.

"Shit, Tooru, you're leaking so much." It would have been embarrassing if Hajime didn't sound so affected by it. Tooru nodded as best she could, moaning against Hajime's clit where it was trapped between her lips.

Hajime wrapped her hand around Tooru's cock, wet enough to aid her fist as it moved up and down her length at a glacial speed. Tooru groaned and tried her best not to fuck into it, but she was getting to the point where her control was start to slip.

"Iwa-chan," she breathed, not sure if she was begging or warning or just saying it because every other word evaded her. The omega tightened her grip, and a moment later Tooru was throwing her head back, gasping and fucking Hajime's fist urgently as she spilled into it.

There was no time for embarrassment. As soon as it was over, Hajime tilted Tooru's head back towards her cunt, fucking her mouth as curses and grunts spilled from her lips. Tooru felt her cock twitch even as it softened, staring up at Hajime's flushed face with wide eyes and watching in slow motion as her brows furrowed and her mouth fell open. Hajime trembled as she went over the edge, a gush of slick flooding Tooru's mouth. She lapped it up eagerly as the omega started to come down from it.

Staring up with heavy-lidded eyes, still light-headed from the rush of endorphins, Tooru noticed one thing that made her want to laugh in disbelief:

Hajime had kept her stupid backwards hat on during their first time.

Despite still feeling the tremors from her orgasm, Hajime had to hold herself back from the overwhelming urge to just keep grinding down into Tooru's mouth.

Tooru would have let her, is the thing. After all the years waiting, imagining what Tooru would be like once she finally let go, Hajime hadn't thought she'd be this docile. She had made her peace a long time ago with the fact that her soulmate was an alpha, and the things that would come hand in hand with that. Tooru could be bossy, and stubborn, and she had a mean streak that was a lot worse than she admitted - all things that could be associated with her secondary gender. Hajime figured, if there was one alpha in the world whose bullshit she would be willing to deal with, it was Tooru.

Luckily, the universe smiled upon her in the form of her best friend turning out to be the best-behaved alpha she had ever met.

Hajime tried to lift off of Tooru's chest, but the arms around her thighs only tightened in response, so she sat back against her chest with a huff. "It's all yours, no one is taking it from you," she joked, petting Tooru's hair in a placating gesture.

Tooru whined, "Don't make fun of me, Iwa-chan, I can't help certain things."

"I know, that's why it's so cute." Hajime brought her thumb to Tooru's mouth, swiping some of her own slick and impulsively pushing it between her lips. Tooru's pupils dilated, and she instinctively sucked on the digit with a soft moan. "Fuck, you're so good."

"Iwa-chan," Tooru complained, blushing prettily. "You can't just say that."

"Why not?"

"Because it makes me…" She took a shaky breath, visibly fighting some sort of impulse. Hajime wanted to push and find out what it was, but then reminded herself this was all knew for Tooru. She should go easy on her.

Hajime gently pried Tooru's hands away from her thighs and scooted back far enough to kiss her pout, careful not to let the cum on her hand touch anything. She moaned at the taste of herself in Tooru's mouth, feeling another wave of heat work its way down her spine, but ignored it in favor of just kissing her for a little bit.

"Come on, I need to wash this off my hand and you need to wash it off your face." Hajime pulled Tooru into the bathroom, making quick work of rinsing off before stepping back to let Tooru lean over the sink.

Hajime leaned against the wall, letting her eyes drag across Tooru's figure. Everything had happened so fast Tooru hadn't removed a single article of clothing besides her shoes. Hajime laughed; of course Tooru would have frilly socks on her feet during her first time.

"What are you laughing at?" Tooru asked, glaring at her through the bathroom mirror as she removed her makeup.

"You kept your stupid socks on during sex."

"My socks aren't stupid! You kept your shirt and a backwards hat on, that's stupid."

"Yeah," Hajime agreed easily, still smiling. She stepped closer, eyes fixed on the crease of Tooru's ass, peeking out under her skirt from the way she bent over. She jumped when Hajime ran a hand along the back of her thigh. "And you liked it." Hajime felt a burst of satisfaction at the way Tooru's hips jumped forward.

She continued petting Tooru, leaning one hip against the bathroom counter as the alpha stumbled through washing and rinsing her face. Now that the seal had been broken, Hajime found herself unable to keep her hands still, something inside spurring her to make up for lost time. There was so much she could show Tooru, so much she'd done with others that would feel a million times better with her.

"I know this is all new to you," Hajime started, carefully running the pads of her fingers along the hem of her panties over her ass, "so I was just wondering how you're feeling about sex."

Tooru pat her face dry, avoiding Hajime's eyes. "Well…"

"Obviously we just fucked, and you- I mean, you seemed to really enjoy it. But, uh, I know it's a bit of a sensitive subject, so." Hajime interjected, suddenly feeling a little guilty. She hadn't really checked in with Tooru before- well, any of it. She seemed really into it, but Hajime had to make sure.

Tooru smiled impishly, "Iwa-chan's cute when she's nervous."

"I just wanna make sure you're not just going with it because it's what I want," Hajime explained.

Tooru nodded, taking a breath to ground herself. For all that she could be quick with her mouth, when it came to her insecurities, Hajime knew first hand Tooru had a hard time verbalizing her feelings. "I want you a lot, Iwa-chan. So much it kind of scares me, a little. I know you can handle alpha stuff, it's more that… I wish you wouldn't have to."

"Alpha stuff? Like what?"

"Like- ugh. It's embarrassing to say it out loud." Another exhale. "Like being territorial, and a-aggressive, or like, giving into impulses that may not be super well-received. I know I do a pretty okay job of holding it back, but… that doesn't mean I don't feel those urges. And with us being together, if- if that's what you want-"

"That's what I want." Hajime interjected. She didn't want Tooru to have even a shadow of a doubt about it.

"R-right, me too." Tooru smiled shyly, another cute blush coloring her cheeks. "Then I guess I need to know that it's gonna still be good for you. Despite the bullshit."

"Alpha stuff," Hajime confirmed. Tooru nodded. Hajime made them face each other, wrapping her hands around Tooru's waist and bringing them closer together. Tooru carefully brought her hands to Hajime's neck, eyes focusing on her lips instead of meeting her gaze. "You know it's not all bad, right?"

Tooru remained silent, but her dissent was clear in the little crease between her eyebrows. Hajime continued, "It's not. There are things you do instinctively that make me really happy. Like when you make us food, or get us drinks at the bar without me asking. Or when you do stuff around the house just to make me more comfortable."

Tooru glanced up briefly, eyes still a little unsure, so Hajime continued. "You find ways to get people away from me when it's obvious I don't want them around. You make sure I'm safe, even when I'm hooking up with other people, which I assume isn't fun for you." Hajime laughed at the way Tooru's nostrils flared slightly at the mention of others. "I like feeling wanted like that, and you never do it in an overwhelming way, either."

"What about what happened at the bar earlier?" Tooru asked in a small voice, her thumb stroking against Hajime's skin in a self-soothing gesture.

"Honestly? It's kinda hot. When other alphas do it I get annoyed, but when it was you… I don't know. I kind of wanna see that wild side of you, too."

Tooru was silent for a few moments, before she finally met Hajime's eyes. "You promise?"

"I wouldn't lie to you. Even to save your feelings," she added, just to see Tooru smile.

"Okay." She took another shaky breath, before squeezing her eyes together. "Okay, then I can tell you that I never disliked the idea of sex. I always wanted it with you, but I was scared you wouldn't like me. If I acted up."

Hajime's gut warmed at the thought of Tooru acting up. "You know I can handle you. Besides," she leaned closer, grazing her lips along the line of Tooru's shoulder, "you're so well-behaved."

Tooru shivered, hands dropping to Hajime's shoulder and squeezing. Hajime felt her nails digging into the muscle, and the thought of those nails dragging down her back made her want to moan. Suddenly, Miya's oversharing from earlier came back, and the idea of fucking Tooru with a strap on made her bite her neck hard. Tooru whimpered, hips jumping against Hajime.

"Why don't we lie back down again?" Hajime murmured into her skin, and Tooru nodded eagerly.

Without the urgency from earlier, Hajime wanted to make it really good for Tooru. She undressed her slowly, helping her out of the layered tops and running her hands over every little bit of skin revealed. Tooru gasped when she took a nipple into her mouth, hands flying to Hajime's head and snatching her hat off with an annoyed little huff. There was the Tooru she knew. She ran her fingers through Hajime's hair, tugging a little in response to the little bruises the omega sucked on her tits, then pulling at the back of Hajime's t-shirt insistently.

Hajime pulled her shirt and sports bra over her head and watched in real time as Tooru's pupils dilated, eyes dragging down her torso with barely concealed want. She grabbed Tooru's hands and splayed them against her stomach. "You can touch me as much as you want," she murmured.

"You- you too," Tooru said, gently familiarizing herself with every groove in Hajime's abs. She bit her lip, dragging her nails lightly against the omega's skin and drawing a pleased little hiss out of her. Hajime pressed their mouths together in a brief kiss, making quick work of her skirt before pushing Tooru to sit on the bed just in her panties and socks.

Hajime stepped closer before kneeling between her legs, ignoring Tooru's surprised gasp.

"You don't have to-"

"Thought I could touch you as much as I wanted to, too," she pointed out, spreading Tooru's legs further apart to make space for her shoulders. "Does this not count?"

"Well- I- hah," Tooru's thighs twitched as Hajime kissed the inside of her knee, then closer and closer towards her core. "I-if you want to."

Hajime smirked, not bothering with a response. She reached Tooru's panties, still wet from earlier, and pressed her nose into it just to hear her gasp again. Tooru wasn't hard yet, which was perfect. Hajime didn't have any experience sucking cock, but plenty of experience eating pussy, so the gradual transition was ideal.

She pulled Tooru's panties down her legs before settling back. When she wasn't hard, Tooru's pussy looked similar to an omega's or beta's, except there was no clit. Hajime knew what a female alpha's anatomy was like from biology class, obviously, but she had never seen one in real life, so a little part of her was curious to find out how they really worked.

"You're so pretty, Tooru," Hajime murmured, eyes fixed on her cunt as she gently spread her apart. Right there, past her folds, was the head of her cock, still mostly nestled inside but already starting to push out. Right underneath was her vestigial vaginal canal, which was just self-lubricating enough for her length to be able to unsheathe without causing discomfort. She might not have fucked alphas before, but she knew some enjoyed to be fingered in there.

"Iwa-chan, stop looking," Tooru whined, redder than she's ever seen her. It was a fair reaction, but it made a little sick satisfaction curl up inside the omega.

"Okay, I'll stop looking," Hajime conceded, diving in to lick a slow stripe along her cunt. Tooru moaned sharply above her, which Hajime took as encouragement to do it again and again.

Tooru was incredibly sensitive, abs clenching and pulling away slightly every time Hajime ran the flat of her tongue over the head poking out. Hajime switched tactics, swirling her tongue around and avoiding the very tip, and felt the alpha relax against her a little. She pulled away, sucking on her thumb to moisten it before bringing it to draw shapes across Tooru's cock head. "How do you like it?"

"I like it!" Tooru said quickly, her voice higher than before and breathier.

Hajime laughed, "I'm glad. I meant how, though. As in, what feels best?"

"O-oh," Tooru's eyebrows crinkled, lips falling open in a sigh. She now rocked her hips gently into Hajime's touch. "It's really sensitive at the t-tip. So-"

"Go around?"

"Yeah."

"Like this?" Hajime slowed her thumb, gliding it in circles along the crease between Tooru's folds and her cock. Tooru nodded jerkily.

"Y-yeah."

"This how you touch yourself?"

"Mm-hmmm," Tooru sighed, eyes fluttering shut as she focused on the feeling.

Hajime put her mouth on Tooru again, making sure to avoid the overly sensitive spot at the tip in favor of running her tongue just how she'd learned to do with her thumb. Tooru moaned, long and pretty, and brought a hand to tangle in Hajime's hair.

The longer she kept at it, drawing pretty sounds out of Tooru and humming in encouragement when she tugged lightly at her hair, the more Tooru's hardening cock filled her mouth. It was slow enough that she could adapt to the growing length, and feeling more and more weight on her tongue made Hajime's cunt clench in anticipation. She could feel slick starting to drip down her leg when she sucked her into her mouth, bobbing slightly.

Tooru must have smelled her arousal, because she groaned, a deep rumble in her chest, and her cock twitched far enough into Hajime's mouth that it made her gag a little, pulling away quickly to cough.

"Oh god, sorry," Tooru said quickly, before Hajime had the chance to wave it off.

"It's fine, it's both our first times doing this, it's gonna happen occasionally."

She took Tooru back in her mouth before any further protests, preening at the sounds the alpha let out. Now that there was enough length to hit the back of her throat, Hajime held Tooru's hips down to stop her from accidentally pushing too deep.

Hajime wasn't sure how to properly blow someone any more than Tooru knew how to get blown, so she just tried a little bit of whatever came to mind and watched closely for her reactions. She continued swirling her tongue around the head, and found that now that Tooru was more warmed up, the occasional swipe over the tip made her tremble and gasp. Bobbing up and down was kind of obvious, but finding out just when Tooru preferred her lips to be tighter made a huge difference in how loudly she keened. Hajime would have smirked if her mouth wasn't full when she brought a hand to wrap around the base, finding that the same crease from before was still just as sensitive. All of those things together would have made Tooru cum a lot faster, she figured, if they hadn't taken the edge off before.

Good to know.

"Iwa-chan, Iwa-chan," Tooru whimpered, voice picking up an urgency that told her she was getting close. As much as it pained her, Hajime pulled away, the wet pop of her mouth making Tooru's face burn with embarrassment.

Hajime continued pumping her fist around Tooru, slow and loose enough not to get her too much closer to spilling. She smiled, a little breathless still. "I love the sounds you make."

"Shut up," Tooru whined, but she was smiling too.

"There's so much I wanna try with you," Hajime said, looking thoughtfully where Tooru's cock head disappeared and reappeared into her wet fist. It was pretty, she thought, and not obscenely big. She was a little smaller than Hajime's biggest toy, which was frankly a relief.

"L-like what?"

Hajime smirked up at her, bringing a hand down to her own cunt to gather some slick. Tooru's eyes flashed with hunger, bucking violently into Hajime's fist as the omega ran her slicked fingers along the underside of her cock. Hajime reached the base where her perineum met her cock, which continued on the inside, and rubbed lightly at it until she felt it start to give.

"Oh." Tooru moaned in surprise, "Oh god, oh f-fuck-"

"Yeah?"

Tooru nodded quickly, leaning back on her hands and propping her feet on the bed. Hajime laughed when, in her eagerness, Tooru's socked heel slipped on the bedding and she had to bring it back again. She had a better view now of her hole, and watched closely as she pushed the tip of her finger inside.

"Fuck," Tooru moaned as Hajime sank knuckle deep. She threw her head back, chest heaving and nipples hard. She had goosebumps all over her skin. Hajime groaned at the sight.

"Have you done this before?" She asked, pulling out slowly and pushing back in. It was tight, impossibly tight, and Hajime could feel Tooru's heartbeat throb against her finger. Holy shit.

"O-once, but it didn't… didn't feel like this," Tooru hissed.

Hajime nodded, pulling her finger out. "We can try it again sometime. Right now I kinda need you to fuck me."

Tooru exhaled shakily at the announcement, crawling between Hajime's legs after the omega laid on her back. "I didn't think you liked bottoming, until…" She trailed off, eyes widening. Hajime knew exactly what she was about to say.

"Until what?"

Tooru pressed her forehead against Hajime's tummy. "Until you left your dildo in the bathroom."

Hajime burst out laughing, making Tooru raise her head again with a disgruntled expression on her face. "You did that on purpose, didn't you? You're so, so mean, Iwa-chan. What is wrong with you."

"I forgot it there, my bad-"

"You did not forget it there, liar! You- you plotted against me, you evil, wicked- hah," Tooru's complaints were interrupted by Hajime reaching down to wrap a hand around her cock and rub the head against her wet cunt. Tooru's face fell into Hajime's neck, and the omega turned to grin against her cheek.

"I'll make it up to you," she promised lowly, feeling Tooru shiver against her. Hajime pulled her closer, pressing heel of her foot against her ass.

They groaned in unison as Tooru slid inside in one long stroke, shoulders shaking as she bottomed out.

"You feel so good, Iwa-chan," Tooru grit, voice barely above a whisper. Hajime would feel how much she was holding back, in the way her hips canted then froze, trying so hard to be still. Hajime tightened around her, just to feel her buck again. "Hah, it's too- I'm gonna-"

Tooru couldn't finish her sentence, a pitiful whine clawing its way out of her throat in a warning that came too late. Tooru's hips started moving against her will, pistoning inside at a harsh pace that seemed to only grow faster. It was desperate and uncoordinated, but every few thrusts she would accidentally press the spot that made Hajime's eyes roll back into her head with pleasure.

"Sorry, sorry, s-sorry," Tooru whined into her ear, gasping wetly, completely unable to slow down even the slightest bit.

Hajime wanted to reassure her, but every time the words got punched right out of her chest, Tooru's hips smacking into hers obscenely. All she could manage were moans and grunts, which only served to unravel the alpha even more.

Too soon, Hajime felt a blunt pressure against her entrance, Tooru's knot getting thicker and thicker until it felt almost too big to fit inside. Tooru finally managed to still her hips, entire body trembling with restraint. "P-please- Hajime, c-can I-"

"Knot me," Hajime groaned, wrapping both legs around Tooru's hips to force her closer.

Tooru pushed inside with a cry, whimpering and pumping her hips as deep as she was able to before Hajime felt her cum filling her in thick spurts, hot and perfect. Hajime rolled her hips into it, chasing the stimulation of Tooru's lower belly rubbing against her clit just right.

"Fuck Tooru," Hajime hissed. She was so close she could taste it.

"Iwa-chan, haah-" Tooru gasped, face scrunched up in overstimulation. It was almost poetic; she had been so nervous about hurting Hajime, only to end up stuck inside her, forced to feel her muscles clenching mercilessly around her sensitive cock.

"I k-know, baby, I know, j-just hang on," Hajime grit, sneaking a hand between their bodies to play with her clit. They both groaned in unison when the stimulation made Hajime tighten impossibly, one hand flying to grab Tooru by the nape of her neck and press their foreheads together.

Hajime was dangling right at the edge of the precipice when Tooru started fucking her again in jerky little movements, pleas spilling from her mouth right into Hajime's. "Pleasepleaseplease-"

Every muscle tensed before releasing with a snap, her mouth open in a silent scream as her climax hit. It lit her up from the inside, buzzing through her nerve endings and making her roll her body feverishly. She felt Tooru's cock jerking inside her, spilling weakly a second time as the alpha whimpered.

As it fizzled out, Hajime chuckled, feeling a little high. "That was so worth the wait." Tooru hid her face in Hajime's neck again, making a weak sound in response. Hajime thought it was just overwhelm, until she felt the alpha sniffling and wetness dripping against her neck. Her voice softened, "Tooru, what's wrong?"

"I l-lost con-trol," Tooru cried, more tears rolling down Hajime's neck.

"Baby, I'm okay," Hajime ran her fingers through Tooru's hair, pumping out calming pheromones through her scent. "Are you okay?"

"Of co-ourse I'm okay," she hiccuped. Hajime couldn't help but huff a laugh. She was so sensitive. "I could have hu-urt you."

"Tooru. I won't break. No offense, but you're not stronger than me." Hajime pulled her face up from her neck, smiling at the way Tooru's cheeks squished under her palms. "Did you miss the part where I came my fucking brains out?"

Tooru's face flushed even harder, her softening cock jerking weakly. Hajime's chest tightened fondly. "Are you sure that was oka-ay?" Tooru mumbled.

"It was perfect." Hajime craned her neck to kiss her sweetly. "I love you."

Tooru's eyes widened, before she squeaked and screwed them shut. Hajime laughed openly, peppering her face with kisses. "Iwa-chan is trying to kill me."

"Say it back, stupid."

"I love you too," Tooru finally smiled. "So much. I can't believe this is how it finally happened."

"It's been a long time coming."

"No, like," Tooru sighed dramatically, "our first time and not only did you wear that stupid hat for half of it, but also confessed with my knot inside you. How crude." Tooru squeaked in laughter as Hajime tickled her sides in response.

They laid like that for a long time, tangled up scenting each other until Tooru was able to slip out. Both were entirely unprepared for the mess of slick and cum that leaked onto the bed, Hajime shoving her dirty t-shirt between her legs to avoid making a bigger mess as she wobbled to the bathroom. Tooru joined her in the shower soon after.

"I'm not over you trying to bait me into fucking you during your heat, by the way," Tooru pouted as she shampooed Hajime's hair. The omega closed her eyes and leaned back against her girlfriend's chest, purring contentedly. "Do you have any idea what you put me through?"

"Hmmm," Hajime hummed noncommittally. "I have a rough idea."

Tooru's fingers stilled. "What?! How?" Her voice was tinged with horror when she asked, "Did Makki tell you?"

Hajime snorted, "Makki has nothing to do with it, but now I know to ask her for details." She ignored Tooru's noise of discontent. "You don't think I could tell by the way you acted towards me?" She turned around to watch Tooru's face heat, mouth slightly parted. Hajime pushed her against the shower wall, pressing their bodies together. "I've been around you since we were pups, I can tell when you smell different. Especially when I'm in heat and my sense of smell is a billion times stronger."

"What stopped you from just, like… climbing on my lap?"

Hajime shrugged, "You've always been touchy about sex, I didn't even think you were interested in it. Just because your body was reacting to my heat doesn't mean you'd want to do anything about it. I figured, unless you initiated it, it wasn't the right time."

Tooru hugged Hajime's neck, her thumb petting the skin behind her her ear affectionately. She stared intensely, brown eyes filled with something that made Hajime's tummy flutter. "Thank you, Iwa-chan."

After another lazy make out session, they fell asleep in Tooru's bed, smelling like each other and tangled together, just like they did when they were pups.