#ojirou aran smut
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
kinktober: daddy kink.Â
D A YÂ F O U R ;
pairing: aran/reader
cw: daddy kink, soft dom!aran, comfort sex, pet names, praise kink, begging, light size kink, mentioned squirting
wordcount: 771
+ summary: after a long day, you need daddy to take control from you. he knows whatâs best and always takes such good care of you.
⤿  kinktober masterlist.
Š all content belongs to seita 2020. do not modify or repost. Â
He knew you had a long day the moment you stumbled into the bedroom with glassy eyes and promptly crawled into bed and into his arms without even changing.Â
He tossed his phone to the side and pulled you completely into his lap, rubbing soothing circles against your back. You sniffled, letting a few tears free. He doesn't say a word, just sits there comforting you until you felt better.Â
When you pull away, your eyes are red but he can't help but smile at how cute you look. You cup his cheeks and bring him in for a sweet kiss that quickly grows more heated.Â
He lets you lead, unsure of where you want it to go. But you don't leave him wondering for very long, whispering a soft request that has his cock eagerly growing hard, âPlease fuck me, Daddy.âÂ
It takes him an unsurprisingly small amount of time to have you on your back completely naked. He runs his fingers through your folds and smiles, of course youâre dripping wet, your slick drooling at the entrance of your cunt. He drags it up to your clit, using your natural lubrication to rub teasing circles over the hard little bud.Â
âDaddyâŚâ you sigh, body twitching as he expertly works your clit. You spread your legs further apart, giving him complete access to your pussy -- to play with it as he sees fit.
Youâre such a sweet girl for him. It makes his heart flutter almost painfully in his chest. He canât resist leaning down, pressing his soft lips against yours. You keen immediately, winding your arms around his neck as your hips arch into his touch, subtly begging for more.
And he canât resist indulging you. You had come to him after a long, hard day for comfort. The least he can do is make you feel all better.Â
In the way only he can.Â
His fingers are long and big but he knows how much you adore the burn when he sinks two of them inside your tight little hole. Just like he expects, you squeal and moan as he does, your eyes rolling back.Â
âDaddy!â you cry, clutching desperately at his back.Â
âWhat is it, pretty?â he asks, keeping his voice soft as he pumps those two digits in and out of your dripping cunt. Your walls are spasming and creaming so perfectly around him already, he knows what youâre going to ask.Â
And you do just that, âPlease, want you cock. Can you fuck me, please?â
He grins, giving your bare shoulder a sweet kiss before pulling away to sit on his heels. You whine when he moves out of your grasp, resorting to clinging to the sheets as he leisurely watches the way your pussy takes in his fingers.
âPlease!â you beg tearfully, âIâve been good, please Daddy, I want you so much.â
He nods, pulling his fingers out of you. Your cunt gapes for a second, clenching pathetically around nothing, âYouâve been a good girl. Iâll give you what you need.â
âThank you,â you pout, grinning dazedly as he strips himself of his own clothes.Â
His cock is long and fat, drooling precum that makes the tip glimmer prettily despite the dim, yellow light of the bedroom. As soon as you feel him press the tip against you, hot and hard, youâre already trembling.Â
âRelax,â he orders softly, thumbing over your clit until you arch, âGood girl.â
The fat head of his cock pops inside your clasping little cunt and you both moan. Youâre already creaming, leaving a sheen of translucent white behind as he pulls out again, only to push his cock back inside.Â
He repeats the process until heâs balls deep, bottoming out as he presses painfully against your cervix. You donât mind, the ache only makes you pussy flutter eagerly around him.Â
Watching you cum is Aranâs favorite thing. The way your back arches, the way soft sobs of âDaddyâ fall from your lips as you gush around his cock. He never lets you come down, keeps fucking your cunt -- circling your spasming little clit until youâre a squirting, drooling mess for him.Â
He wants you fucked out, wants you to think of nothing but the way his cock makes you cum. Of how much you love your Daddy.Â
You babble out those sweet words, thanking him for making you feel good, telling him you love him so much, begging him to tell you he loves you too.Â
And he canât resist intertwining your fingers and whispering soft sweet love confessions as you lose yourself on his cock again and again.
#haikyuu x reader#hq x reader#aran x reader#aran ojirou x reader#ojirou aran x reader#haikyuu smut#hq smut#aran smut#aran ojirou smut#ojirou aran smut#afton.kinktober20
2K notes
¡
View notes
Text
ă warnings/tags: incest, oral, exhibitionism, anal ă
ă word count: 1043 ă
ă features: ojiro aran, miya osamu, miya atsumu ă
it was only a few minutes ago that your brother had his head under your skirt, two thick fingers pressed into your ass, scissoring the tight ring of muscle. he gets so unbelievably messy when he goes down on you, spitting straight onto your cunt, biting bruises into your skin.Â
it wasnât your first time doing anal with him, not even close. but heâs always insisted on prepping you for what felt like hours, hoping to lessen the burning ache that settled into your body. your shaky hands try to push him away when you feel yourself about to cum, but the sharp knocking at the door and the dogâs insistent barking let you know you had some unexpected visitors.
now, itâs unbelievably awkward. the both of you acting like you werenât seconds from fucking in the living room, huddled together on the loveseat. youâre maneuvering your thin dress in hopes to cover the fact that youâre wearing absolutely nothing underneath, while osamu and atsumu are fighting over who could have the last pack of jagabee.
times like this you wish aran didnât attract such a crowd. youâre jealous, possessive and greedy when it comes to him. he barely spends enough time with you as it is, focused on college and volleyball retreats and the clingy attitudes of the friends heâs collected through his life. you cherish these moments with him, the two of you alone in this big house, melting into him without disturbances. thereâs no way youâre going stopâand it seems like aranâs seemed to got the message.
heâs teasing you, as all older brothers do; calloused fingers dance over your skin while his arm pushes against the sides of your tits. torrid skin pushes against each other underneath the blanket, rekindling that scalding feeling deep in your stomach.
heâs sneaking his fingers underneath your skirt and tracing the soft skin of your inner thighs, blindly groping at heated skin while your hands trace up underneath his shirt, scratching nails against his sculpted muscle.Â
the unexpected guests are blissfully unaware, the twins slumping over the beanbags in front of the screen, too transfixed by the booming gunshots to notice that the only thing either of you are paying attention to is each other.
you jump when thick fingers brush against your sopping cunt, clenching your thighs together on instinct. aran huffs out a laugh at your reaction, gray eyes crinkling while the side of his mouth tug up into a teasing smirk.
you can barely mask your whimper when his feather soft strokes to your clit turn rougher, the pads of his fingers pressing firmly. the pitiful sound catches osamuâs attention, his dark eyes glancing at the way the both of you are folded into each other while quirking a brow at your grimace.Â
you readjust how youâre sitting hoping itâll mellow out the ache thatâs settling deep inside you, shifting your hips away from his wandering hands. youâve seemingly forgotten how big he is, that his long arms had no trouble reaching around your twisted body to palm at you.Â
your brotherâs hands wander over your subtle curves and in no time heâs back to groping at your ass. heâs tracing at your holes, easing his fingers in using the dripping from your cunt to force the digits in until your ass is stretched around three sturdy fingers.
how neither of them noticed what was happening is mystifying. or maybe they did, and they chose to keep their mouths shut for once. the both of you arenât even trying to be discrete anymore, and aranâs sudden tug of you onto his lap rustles the fleecy blanket.
strong hands easily grab at your ass, maneuvering your shaking body down onto his fat cock. even with all that prep, you still struggled to sink onto him, biting your lip at the stinging stretch. heâs big, the pressure of him has you clenching your teeth, teary eyes half lidded as you struggle not to cry out.Â
youâre straddling his thighs, hugging his face to your chest while you bury your head in his neck. your thighs are shaking from the effort, and it feels like heâs pushed right up against your lungs when he bottoms out in you.
the sturdy warmth of his chest and his spicy scent making your head fuzzy, while you buck your hips harder into him. this is what youâve wanted all day, the feeling of him surrounding you, all his focus on you.Â
heâs yanking the flimsy material of your dress out the way so your tits are exposed, raking his teeth over delicate flesh. youâre not even trying to control your facial expressions, the creasing of our brows and your hot breath hitting his sweaty skin, your weak arms holding him close to you.
vaguely aware of eyes on you, you open your own to see osamu in the kitchen, staring at you in bewilderment. thereâs something else in his eyes that you canât quite decipher, brain foggy everytime aran slams you down onto him. osamuâs adamâs apple bobs as he heavily swallows, absorbing your fucked out look. hot tongue slipping out of your mouth, and how youâre looking directly at him with hazy eyes, daring him to say something.Â
you can tell that atsumu has caught on too, his eyes burning into your back. the four of you ignore the fact how wrong this is. brothers watching siblings rutting against each other. they donât move; twin eyes burning into your covered figure desperately trying to memorize the way your spread ass takes your brothers cock.Â
jaws clench at the little moans you canât contain anymore. aranâs handling you like a doll, big hands spreading your thighs and your ass, giving the wandering eyes a better view. the wet squelching of your cunt and slapping skin is the only sound in the house now, movie muted ages ago.Â
all the attention is on you.
thereâs no use trying to pretend to cover up anymore. aran presses on kiss to the base of your neck, maneuvering your limp body so that atsumu can get a better look at your blissed face and your throbbing cunt, ignoring your whimpers.
âcâmon babe, letâs show them how pretty that cunt is.â
property of nectarous do not repost anywhere or modify.Â
#haikyuu smut#haikyuu x reader#aran smut#aran x reader#ojirou aran smut#ojirou aran x reader#hq!! smut#tag:[exhibitionism]#tag:[incest]#tag:[booty stuff]
362 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Twin Kittens (Part 1)
Hey everyone! This is my part for the Paws and Claws Collab that was with @katslutski The theme of the collab was hybrids (puppy/kitty/bunny etc) so if youâre interested check it out!
Unfortunately as usual I got excessively wordy, so this is going to be split into three parts. This part alone is about 20K words and we're only about a third of the way through! so it definitely had to be split up.
If you like this feel free to check out my Atsumu or my Osamu masterlists!
While there is no smut in this part there will be in the future thus this story is 18+ minors DNI please!
TW: Previous mentions of past abuse, gaslighting, verbal, death threats, hybrids have been treated like slaves before
This story is Fem Reader x Atsumu x Osamu but there will be no actual incest. While there will be a threesome at the end the boys won't ever touch one another sexually.
âAre you alright?â your neighbor Ojirou asked, a concerned look on his face as he watched you listlessly stir your drink with the straw, playing with the melting ice in the glass.
The two of you were actually good friends, having lived peacefully side by side for over five years now. Youâd met on the very first day when you moved in, youâd been struggling to open the door with a large box in your arms and heâd rushed to the rescue. He and his hybrids diligent Kita, the blue merle border collie, and sly, sleek Suna the Siamese cat, had all pitched in to help you get moved in and settled. Youâd been good friends with all three of them ever since.
It was his turn to host your traditional Friday night dinner, so youâd gone over to his apartment determined to enjoy yourself. However, something mustâve given away the rough day youâd had, because all three of them had been casting you concerned looks all night and trading glances when they thought you couldnât see.
It was apparently Aranâs job to confront you about it, though both hybrids were looking at you expectantly. Well, Kita was looking at you expectantly, Suna was pretending not to pay attention, his phone in his hands, but you could see him watching out of the corner of his eye.
âWhat makes you think somethingâs wrong?â you asked determined to at least give it a try.
The stern look you got from Kita and the sympathetic smile from Ojiro told you how ultimately fruitless the effort had been, so you caved in with a sigh, pushing your glass away so you could slump face down on the table burying your head in your arms. Youâd tell them, but that didnât mean you wanted to be necessarily looking them in the eye when you did.
âYou know how I went to that thing with some of my girl friends today?â you asked tiredly.
There were acknowledging hums all around even from Suna who you saw from the corner of your eye was no longer pretending to look at his phone and instead watching you like some rare breed of animal in a zoo doing something particularly fascinating.
âWell it was fun, great even,â you told them with a small quirk of your lips, âRight up until we started talking about significant others. Apparently two of them are getting married soon, one has a baby on the way, and the rest are in steady loving relationships or have openly declared they arenât interested in that kind of thing. So guess who was the only sad single there?â
âAh,â Ojirou acknowledged a well of sympathy in his voice.
âAnd of course once they found out, they were like âoh I think my husband has a brotherâ or âoh I have this great friend from work youâd just love,â you ranted, earning a quiet snicker from Suna, which prompted you to lift your head up so you could dig back at the cat hybrid who looked to be having far too much fun at your expense.
âThey even asked me why I didnât date my nice neighbor, the one Iâm always hanging out with,â you added on ruthlessly, ignoring Ojirouâs shocked sputters, âBut I told them he was in a committed relationship. They were skeptical at first, but then I told them that I was sure because someone is extremely loud, enough that Iâm forced to use headphones to drown out the yowling.â
Poor Ojirou was coughing, clearly dying of embarrassment, and even Kita had the faintest red tinge to his cheeks. Unfortunately, Suna, unbothered as ever, simply smirked at you, which confirmed some of your suspicions that heâd been doing it on purpose, the brat.
Heaving another forlorn sigh you decided to give up and give poor Ojirou a break, making a mental note to make it up to him somehow. The poor guy really didnât deserve to be caught in the crossfire between you and Suna.
âSo, I spent the time being relentlessly hounded until it was time to leave,â you continued on, pretending not to notice Kita patting Ojirouâs back sympathetically, âI tried to explain to them that I just donât have the time and energy it takes to go out and start dating people, that work was taking up too much of my time, but they werenât having any of it.â
âIt sounds like a rough time,â Ojirou told you, with genuine sympathy, the man too kind even after youâd embarrassed the hell out of him, âlike when I go home and baa-chan asks when Iâm going to settle down and get married.â
Suna let out an involuntary hiss at that, and Kitaâs shoulders stiffened up a bit. Even though hybrid-human relationships were accepted and even almost expected between them and their owners these days, it didnât mean that everyone accepted them as âtrueâ relationships. There were a good chunk of people, mostly conservatives and the older generation who believed that human/human relationships were the only valid ones.
This was no doubt because of the fact that most hybrid children, once they hit eighteen chose to go to hybrid adoption centers rather than staying with their parents. This was partly because it was one of the few good ways to get out from under your parents roof.
Hybrid rights had come a long way from when theyâd first been implemented a few decades ago, back when they were considered something of a toy and a pet, not better than a slave. However, they technically still required a human âownerâ to do things like go to school, find a job, or even be out in public unsupervised.
There were people working to change that of course, and youâd donated heavily to the cause and actively supported it, but change was slow going, so for now it was what it was. It didnât help that there were a good deal of people around like Ojirouâs grandma who viewed hybrids as less than human, and would probably never acknowledge his relationship or any children they had, especially if the children were hybrids too.
It was something youâd listened to him vent about more than once, happy to lend him a listening ear, especially since heâd done the same for you plenty of times over the years.
âIt wasnât quite that bad,â you admitted, giving him your own sympathetic smile, âbut it was rather depressing.â
âDo ya even want a companion like that?â Kita asked her reasonably, âI donât think Iâve ever heard ya talk about wantinâ a relationship other than rantinâ about a few failed dates here and there. If ya donât I donât see why it should be a problem, and not any of their business either.â
âExcept I think I kind of do,â you admitted with a grimace, to the practical dog-hybrid who always gave solid, dependable advice, âI never planned to spend the rest of my life alone you know? I just always put my career first figuring relationships could come later, when I had more time, but now Iâm starting to wonder if later will ever come.â
âAnd ya donât want to date?â Kita asked with a slight frown, âIâm sure ya could make time if ya really wanted to, we could change our dinners around fer a while maybe?â
âNo way,â you protested immediately, âDinners with you guys are my only bastion of sanity. Plus Iâm not even sure I want to go out and meet people, frankly at this point Iâm not even sure I know how. It just⌠gets a little lonely coming home to an empty apartment sometimes you know?â
âSo why donât you get a hybrid?â Ojirou asked, his tone eminently reasonable despite the shock of what heâd said.
âA hybrid?â you repeated a little dumbfounded, âMe?!â
âWell why not?â he defended, stroking his recently grown goatee with his thumb and forefinger, âYouâre wealthy enough to afford one, it would solve your companionship issue, and you wouldnât have to date anyone, just go to a hybrid adoption center and find someone youâre compatible with.â
When he put it like that it did sound reasonable, even if it wasnât an idea that had ever occurred to you. A lot of your friends, not just Ojirou, had hybrid companions, one of the weddings discussed earlier that day was even to a hybrid even if it wouldnât be official until they could get proper legislature passed. You just had never really considered it an option for yourself.
âDo you think I could?â you asked with a light frown, turning the idea over in your mind, the question directed more at Kita than anyone else, both because he was always the most reasonable of the three and because as a hybrid you thought heâd probably be more qualified to answer whether you were a fit âownerâ.
However to your surprise it wasnât Kita, but Suna who answered first informing you in his normal lazy drawl, âYouâd do well with a hybrid I think, probably something lower energy, like a cat, and weâre pretty self-sufficient as you know, so you wouldnât have to worry about leaving it home alone like you would a pet.â
âHeâs right,â Kita agreed, after a thoughtful pause, âPersonally I believe ya would do well with a hybrid, ya get along with us well enough. Plus if yer worried we can help ya look after them. Suna needs a playmate anyway, heâs been gettingâ up ta too much mischief lately when Aran and I ainât here.â
Suna didnât even bother to protest, just shrugged, completely unbothered by the accusation. Figuring you might as well take advantage of the situation you asked a few more questions, all of which were answered by your friends who all had a lot of input on what kind of hybrid you should get.
You left that night with your head stuffed full of information, after telling them you needed time to think it over. Getting a hybrid was a lifechanging thing and you didnât want to run off half-cocked. It had gotten you an approving nod from Kita and a supportive pat on the shoulder from Ojirou. Suna had simply given you a knowing smirk, as if the smug cat hybrid already knew exactly what you were going to do as you walked out the door.
You stared up at the hybrid adoption center, not quite sure how youâd ended up here. For the last week or so, ever since Ojirou had brought it up youâd had hybrids on the brain. Youâd found your eyes wandering to look at them when they passed you in the street and idly daydreaming in your down time what it might be like to have one waiting when you came home and fantasizing about what kind you might get.
Normally you were very focused and productive at work, but somehow, youâd found yourself scrolling through different sites, putting in research into what kind of facility you should visit and what youâd need to do. It had gotten bad enough that some of your coworkers had noticed your distraction, which was the final nail in the coffin.
Youâd already known which center Ojirou had used to choose Kita and Suna, and so at the end of a particularly long day, quietly dreading heading home to your empty apartment youâd instead found yourself driving over to the center.
It was on the smaller side when it came to hybrid adoption centers, privately run and owned by Azumane Industries, a fashion line that created clothes that specifically catered to hybrids. Ojirou had, had nothing but good things to say, and so gathering your courage you left your car to head resolutely inside.
The lobby was rather quiet, only one other patron and two people manning the desks, both of whom looked up when you entered. You were a bit surprised to see the only two workers in sight were hybrids, one a silver cat of some type and the other clearly a German shepherd.
In hindsight it made a lot of sense to have hybrids be in charge of the adoption of other hybrids as they would likely know best how to match people up. However, you rarely saw that kind of practicality when it came to hybrids especially because you knew there was a lot of prejudice out there.
You offered the cat a hesitant smile, stepping up to the desk, the smile he gave back one that was both kind and welcoming as he introduced, âWelcome to Azumane Industries Hybrid Adoption Center. My name is Sugawara, how can I help you today?â
âIâm looking to adopt,â you admitted, unsure what else to say you tacked on, âMy friend recommended this place to me, so here I am.â
âWell, weâll take good care of you,â he assured you calmly, âUsually we do this by appointment, but youâre lucky. Itâs a slow day and we have an opening, so Iâd be happy to start the process with you if youâre willing.â
âGreat,â you told him with a quiet sigh of relief, glad that he could fit you in. Honestly you shouldâve known that a place like this would require a call ahead at least. It wouldâve served you right for being so impulsive if they hadnât been able to squeeze you in, âJust tell me what I need to do.â
Sugawara offered you a sly grin, one that reminded you of Suna as he promptly pushed a large stack of paperwork in your direction and handed you a pen. You grimaced at the sight of it but set to work, quietly filling out the forms one by one and handing each of them to Sugawara after so he could log them into his computer.
The forms reminded you of a loan or job application in a lot of ways, asking after your health, your income, your living situation, if you had a criminal record, any previous experience with hybrids etc. It took you quite a while to fill them all out, and by the end of it your wrist was sore and youâd signed your name more times than you cared to remember. However, since Sugawara had been filling in as you went you didnât have to wait long to move on to the next step.
âCongratulations,â he told you with an amused smile, watching as you massaged your wrist, âYouâve been approved to adopt from our center, which means we now get to the fun part.â
âFun part?â you questioned a little warily, having learned from Suna that a cat hybrid smiling at you didnât necessarily mean good things for your sanity.
âTell me about what kind of hybrid youâd like,â he told you leaning forward, elbows braced on the desk as he watched you intently, âDo you have any preferences? Iâve read all your information as weâve gone along so I have some ideas, but Iâd like to hear from you what you think you want.â
âIâm not sure where to start,â you admitted, feeling a little overwhelmed.
âThatâs alright,â he assured you, âThatâs what Iâm here for. Letâs start with species, thatâs always good and will narrow things down a bit.â
âI know I want a cat or dog hybrid,â you told him immediately glad to have some kind of answer for him, âRabbit and rodent hybrids have heats and ruts too often for me to handle given how busy work keeps me.â
Heats and ruts were one of the big things that separated hybrids from humans and were part of the reason it was hard for them to find and hold down jobs. There were two kinds of hybrid within each species, alphas and omegas.
Alphas were usually more aggressive, stubborn, and willful. You needed to have a more dominant personality to have an alpha hybrid otherwise theyâd walk all over you. Alphas also had a period called a rut, where their hormones skyrocketed and made them want to breed with anything and everything. It was a really uncomfortable time for them, and made them even more aggressive.
Omegas were generally more passive, quiet and compliant. They tended to be favored over Alpha hybrids as companions because of their more docile nature. They had periods called heats, which were similar to an Alphas rut, the only difference being they wanted to be bred rather than to breed. It made them needy and clingy the entire time.
Both heats and ruts lasted anywhere from a couple of days to a week depending on the species of hybrid. Dogs and cats had week long heats, but they only happened two to three times a year, whereas rabbit and rodent hybrids only lasted a few days, but happened every week and a half to two weeks.
You knew it wasnât necessarily expected for a hybrid owner to stay home when their hybrid was in heat or rut, but you also knew it was those times that hybrids tended to be more reckless. Most of the research you did advised that you should if you could, even if you werenât the one who was going to be sexually intimate with your hybrid. There were of course hybrid heat centers, where hybrids could go to find willing partners and get their needs taken care of, but youâd heard horror stories about places like that and didnât want to use one unless you absolutely had to.
âThere are medications to manage heats and ruts,â Sugawara pointed out reasonably, a slight frown on his face.
âI know,â you agreed, âBut I did some research and it looks like most hybrids donât like to take them because they have nasty side effects, like potential infertility, mood drops, and weight gain. If thereâs a rodent or rabbit hybrid that wants to voluntarily take the medication then that could be fine, but Iâve heard only a few ever want to risk it.â
Sugawara looked surprised for a moment, then slowly nodded, âItâs good youâve looked into things, and itâs nice to see someone whoâs come prepared. Iâve heard a bit of that too, so no rabbits or rodents. Do you have any preference Alpha versus Omega?â
âNot really,â you admitted with a helpless shrug, feeling a little bad for not being able to narrow down the criteria for him, âIâm pretty open so long as they can fit into my lifestyle, are a little more independent, and think theyâll get along with me.â
âWell youâll at least have lots of options,â Sugwara assured you, with a smile that told you he wasnât off put by the fact that you didnât know exactly what you wanted either, âDoes that mean you donât have a preference for breed either?â
âThatâs right,â you agreed with a firm nod, âI just want someone whoâs going to be compatible with me, everything else is secondary.â
âOkay,â he told you cheerfully, âIâm sure we can do that! Though it might take us a little bit to narrow things down. Since you arenât picky you might as well come with me to start looking. Daichi can you manage the desk on your own?â
âSure,â the german shepherd hybrid agreed, from where heâd been sitting quietly, keeping watch over the two of you and typing away on his computer, since there was literally no one else in the lobby, âJust keep a radio on you so I can call you back up here if it gets busy Suga.â
Your soon to be guide agreed with a smile, plucking one of the aforementioned radios up and attaching it to his belt, before standing up from the desk. He stretched in a very feline manner, then ushered you towards a door that led toward the back of the building, tail swishing peacefully behind him.
âEach species of hybrid has its own floor,â Sugawara explained as he led you through the hall, âBunnies are on the top floor, rodents underneath them, cats on the second floor and dogs here on the first. Each floor has four separate wings, separated into categories depending on whether the hybrid in question is male or female, alpha or omega. These wings have private rooms in them and are connected by a shared space.â
âWeâll be going into the shared space,â he explained pausing outside one of the doors, âItâs where hybrids come both to hang out, and to meet people. If a hybrid isnât interested in being adopted by a specific human theyâll simply return to their rooms until the human leaves. This way we ensure that no one gets coerced into adoption. We also keep a close eye on things with security cameras in the shared space, for both the safety of humans and hybrids. Before we enter the room, I need you to give me verbal consent to allow yourself to be filmed.â
âThatâs fine,â you told him, more than a bit impressed with how thorough and organized the whole thing was, along with the lengths they went to, to ensure everyoneâs comfort.
âAlright then, letâs introduce you to the dogs,â he teased, with a confident smile.
The minute the door opened, almost every head turned in your direction, making you feel a bit awkward and unsure. Some of the hybrids were in their human forms, ears and tails the only hint of their non-human status, while others were lounging around in their secondary animal form.
The animal form of a hybrid was indistinguishable from a normal animal of the same breed. The only thing that might give it away was the high level of intelligence. Your research told you that hybrids tended to act more on their instincts when in animal form, which could be both a good thing and a bad thing.
Case in point, the minute you entered with Sugawara one enormous grey and white speckled dog came bounding over barking his head off. He was absolutely huge, and only the madly wagging tail kept you from cringing back as he charged over, his barking immediately setting off a few of the others.
You got the wind knocked out of you a bit as he collided with you, though thankfully the door was behind you, and kept you from being knocked off your feet as he placed enormous paws on your shoulders, burying his face in your hair and sniffing enthusiastically. You froze, unsure exactly what to do in this situation, and more than a bit uncomfortable.
Luckily Sugawara immediately came to your rescue, shoving the big dog off as he scolded, âBokuto! What have I told you about jumping up on our guests!â
The big dog immediately began to whine, tail tucked between his legs, and you wanted to feel bad for him, except you were still a bit unnerved.
âSorry about him,â Sugawara apologized with a sigh, âHeâs harmless I promise, just incredibly enthusiastic about new people.â
âItâs okay,â you assured him, hesitantly reaching out to Bokuto palms first to see if he might be interested, only to have him turn away. Unsure what to do you glanced at Sugawara, whose tail was swishing in clear agitation.
âIgnore him,â the silver haired cat hybrid told you, âHeâs just sulking because he got scolded. In fact, better yet ignore all of them, since they canât stop being rude and barking.â
This last bit, along with the fierce glare that accompanied it was leveled at the room in general, earning some sheepish looks from a couple of the dog hybrids who were in human form, and managing to quiet several of the barking ones who were in animal form.
âCome on,â he urged with one last flick of his tail, âI shouldâve started you with the cats anyway. You seem like a cat person to me, and I assure you theyâll have much better manners. If you donât find what youâre looking for there, weâll come back, but letâs explore the cat option first and give them time to recall their manners.â
You allowed him to usher you out of the room and toward the elevator, trusting his judgment. It was funny that heâd said you were a cat person, as he was actually the third cat hybrid to have told you so, Suna being one and the Siamese hybrid of one of your coworkers being the other.
It took you less than a minute to get up to the next floor, and when Sugawara ushered you into the cat hybrid room you could immediately feel the difference. There was no noise for one, just a bunch of curious eyes turned in your direction, but it didnât feel hostile at all.
Sugawara quickly introduced you to the cat hybrids, telling them youâd come to adopt and had âjust been slobbered all over by the dog hybridsâ so if they could all âmind their mannersâ that would be great. You were a little amused at the exasperated hybridâs antics, and you werenât the only one, if the quiet snickering from a hybrid with particularly messy hair was any indication. However you were also grateful to him for being so diligent as he introduced you to everyone.
Slowly, several cat hybrids meandered up to you, some in human form, some in cat form, though some also stayed in place clearly observing everything. You chatted lightly with the ones in human form, while letting the ones in cat form do as they pleased, answering their questions and asking a few of your own.
It was a much more relaxed experience, something you were infinitely grateful for after the sudden chaos of the dog hybrid room, and you had to wonder if the cat hybrids whoâd pegged you as a cat person hadnât been right after all. You were in the middle of quietly talking to a lovely female alpha hybrid named Shimizu when Sugawaraâs radio blared to life. Apparently, the front had gotten rather busy and Daichi desperately needed his help.
âWill you be alright if I leave you here?â Sugawara asked you seriously, âThis shouldnât take too long, and Shimizu is more than capable of looking after you.â
âSure,â you agreed, after a quick glance at the hybrid in question, who gave an acknowledging nod of her head, âI donât mind.â
âGood,â he agreed with a bright grin, before rounding on the rest of the room, âAnd all the rest of you better behave or Iâll hear why!â
With one last warning glare around the room he turned on his heel and left, leaving you in Shimizuâs capable hands. The two of you continued to talk amiably as several cat hybrids came by in one form or another to sniff at you or listen in on the conversation from nearby. A number of them only came over for a few minutes, lingered a bit and then left, spreading back out to the room or going into the hallways that led to their private rooms, however a good chunk of them stayed nearby as well.
Chatting lightly with Shimizu and a few of the others you found you really liked the poised and graceful cat hybrid and mightâve looked into adopting her. Unfortunately, Shimizu quickly made it clear that she had some plans of her own, that included getting herself and her young and adorable munchkin kitten hybrid Yachi adopted by one of their frequent visitors.
She was however, more than happy to give her own opinion on some of the other hybrids around, most of whom seemed to respect both her and her opinion a lot. You were listening to Shimizu tell you a bit more about Yachi, who was watching from a safe distance, clearly anxious, but also unwilling to leave, when you felt something paw at your leg.
A quick glance down revealed a long haired fluffy looking cat, in shades of silver and white who was staring up at you expectantly. None of the other cat hybrids had actually dared to touch you, a few coming close, but none making actual moves to greet you.
A little intrigued you crouched down so youâd be closer to his eye level, and extended your hands for him the same way you did for Suna when he was in his cat form, giving him a choice about whether he wanted to be touched or not. The cat hybrid eyed your hands thoughtfully for a minute, before sauntering within reach, nudging his head against your palm.
Taking your cue you allowed yourself to pet him, gently rubbing at his silky ears and enjoying the feeling of his thick, plush coat. His back arched pressing closer into your hands, eyelids lowering in contentment as you carefully massaged your fingers through his fur in a way you knew Suna enjoyed.
A rumbling purr escaped his throat and you couldnât help the pleased smile that crossed your lips at the sound as he pressed his way closer to your torso, entering the circle of your arms and keeping himself there. You were caught up in petting him for a moment and didnât immediately notice, but after a few seconds you realized the room had gotten very quiet.
It had been quiet before, as cat hybrids didnât make a lot of noise in general, but now it was almost deathly still outside the small purring sounds from the cat under your hands. You immediately froze and glanced up at Kiyoko who was watching the two of you with wide eyes.
âIs something wrong?â you asked, more than a bit concerned.
âYou pet him,â Shimizu murmured, more to herself than to you.
âShould I not have?â you asked worriedly, moving to pull your hands away, âIâm sorry I didnât realize. I pet my neighborâs cat hybrid all the time when heâs in the mood for it.â
The cat hybrid under your hands made a noise of protest as you pulled your hands away, giving Shimizu what you assumed to be a rather annoyed look based on her baffled and slightly contrite expression.
âNo,â she assured you quickly, âWe like to be pet, physical affection is important to hybrids. Itâs just that particular one doesnât usually allow anyone to touch him.â
âDo you mind?â you asked the hybrid in question, holding out your hands again.
He gave an agreeing mew and pressed his head to your palm, which you assumed meant you could resume petting. The fur under your fingers was clearly well taken care of, soft and plush and you truly wouldnât have minded continuing to pet him until he got sick of you.
However, you were interrupted by a furious yowling sound that immediately made you jump, your head snapping up to search for the source of the noise. It turned out to be another long haired fluffy cat, this one in shades of gold and white who came charging out of the halls and ran straight at you.
You didnât even have a second to react as the cat that had been in your arms darted around to hide behind you. Not that it stopped the oncoming golden one who didnât even bother to go around and instead went right over you, claws digging into your arm as he attempted to get at the silver one.
You let out a yelp of surprise and pain, as he launched himself off your shoulder at the silver cat behind you who immediately darted out of reach, running around you in dizzying circles with the golden one fast on his heels both of them yowling, hissing and spitting, clearly having some kind of argument.
It only took a moment for you to regain your bearings and decide you needed to put an end to whatever this was, since poor Shimizu didnât look at all ready to step in, an utterly appalled look on her face. Luckily you had quick reflexes and managed to snag both cats around the middle and stand up quickly, the abrupt shift immediately silencing both, no doubt shocked by your interruption.
âI think thatâs quite enough of that,â you scolded firmly, as you hefted the two carefully, keeping them firmly separated. They were a bit heavier than they looked but certainly not too much for you to keep aloft.
âYou,â you scolded the golden one, gently shaking him, who had turned to stare up at you with wide copper colored eyes, âI donât know what he did to you or why, but Iâm sure whatever it was couldâve been resolved without the ruckus. I also donât appreciate being climbed on or used as a spring board.
âAnd you,â you gently shook the silver one in turn, who looked equally surprised to be addressed, âIâm not sure if he deserved whatever you did or not, but you shouldnât have been causing a ruckus either, and I donât appreciate you using me as a shield.â
âFrom what I understand, in order to be here you have to be considered adults,â you continued firmly, âSo I suggest you act like it, and figure this out between yourselves without dragging innocent bystanders into your mess!â
With that you loosened your grip, fully expecting both of them to jump to the floor. However, both continued to simply hang limply in your grasp, watching you with curious eyes that you realized rather abruptly were almost completely identical.
âSiblings huh?â you asked no one in particular, nodding to yourself, âI suppose that explains a lot.â
âAre you alright?â Shimizu asked you worriedly, âYouâre bleeding.â
A quick glance at your arm showed you were indeed bleeding, small pinpricks of blood welling up from where the golden cat had dug his claws into you. It stung a bit, but you didnât think it was too bad.
âIâm alright,â you assured her, kneeling down and releasing both cats, since they seemed disinclined to continue fighting, and you wanted your hands free, âThough Iâd appreciate some disinfectant and some band aids if youâve got them.â
âOf course,â Shimizu assured you with a quick nod, âJust let me get them and Iâll be right back.â
The elegant hybrid moved with enviable grace and speed as she exited the room, leaving you alone. A quick look around the room showed that almost every eye was now on you, and you heaved a sigh, not exactly pleased to be the center of attention, especially since none of them did anything but stare, none of them bothering to approach, just look.
You glanced down in surprise when you felt something touching your leg, only to find the golden cat headbutting your shin, rubbing his face against your calf affectionately as he twined his way through your legs.
âDoes that mean youâre sorry,â you asked, crouching back down and offering your hands to the pretty, fluffy cat.
He immediately rubbed his face against your hands too, which you took as permission to continue your petting, rubbing your hand affectionately over his head and earning a happy purr from the feline who arched happily into your hands.
You were distracted from your petting by a paw, which came to rest on one of your wrists, the silver cat watching with obvious envy in his pretty copper colored eyes. Luckily for both of you, you had two hands, and you reached out to pet him too after assuring it was okay. The golden cat clearly wasnât too happy about his brotherâs presence, but didnât kick up a fuss, instead pressing himself closer and becoming more insistent as he purred ever louder. The silver cat didnât seemed to pay him any attention though, simply soaking up your attention and affection.
âHere,â Shimizu offered as she came back, first aid kit in hand, âDo you need any help getting bandaged up?â
You were about to accept her offer, as attempting to bandage your dominant arm was always a pain, when you felt something strange under your hand. You turned your attention back to the cat hybrids youâd been petting just in time to see the silver one shift, form becoming large, limbs extending, body lengthening and bulking up until he stood in front of you in human form.
You blinked, utterly startled as you stared up at him, taking in his appearance. He was incredibly handsome in his human form, with the same silvery grey hair as his fur in cat form in an undercut and bright bronze eyes that peered out at you from under heavy lids. He had a strong, slightly square jaw and thick eyebrows, with blunt cheekbones and cupids bow lips.
He was also surprisingly big, at least six feet tall, and maybe a bit more than that, with broad shoulders and a trim waist. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt that clung to his chest, showing off the definition of his muscles. To top it all off he had two cat ears poking out from his silvery hair and a fluffy tail that was slowly waving back and forth as he looked at you.
âIâll do it,â he told the two of you, his voice pleasant and lightly accented, his hand held out to Kiyoko gesturing for her to pass him the first aid kit, âIâll bandage ya up. Itâs only fair since the moron who scratched ya is too busy beinâ pampered.â
That earned a hiss from the golden cat, who immediately began to shift under your hands. You watched in surprise and no small amount of awe as he turned into a carbon copy of the other man whoâd appeared, only with golden hair, ears and tail. Youâd realized the two were related, but you hadnât realized they were identical twins. Twins were really rare for hybrids, even more rare than human twins. As such they were usually snapped up for adoption right away, so it was rare to see them in any sort of center.
âIf ya hadnât stolen my puddinâ I wouldnât have chased ya and scratched her in the first place,â the golden cat hybrid hissed at his brother.
âWell if ya hadnât eaten my onigiri, maybe I wouldnât have had to eat yer puddinââ the silver haired one retorted, his tone and expression both flatter compared to his sibling who looked like he might lunge at his twin at any moment.
Not wanting to get in the middle of a literal cat fight you held your own hand out to Kiyoko, who gratefully placed the first aid kit in your hands, then plopped down to sit cross legged on the floor. Your sudden movement startled both cat hybrids who turned to look at you, but you pointedly ignored them as you worked on opening the kit, and pulling out the things youâd need.
âHere I got it,â the golden haired one told you, plopping down beside you, âThat scrub ainât right about a lot of things, but he is right about this. I scratched ya, and I should fix ya.â
You gratefully held your arm out to him, and watched as he gently dabbed the scratches with disinfectant, grimacing slightly at the sting. You were distracted enough by his careful movements that you almost didnât notice the other twin, right up until he gently smeared Neosporin over the scratches, placing small bandages over the deeper punctures.
âThank you,â you told them both when they finished, automatically reaching up to pet their heads, but then pausing as you realized the gesture might not be as welcome in their human form.
Your worries were quickly allayed through as the golden one practically fell into your palm, soft, happy purring noises leaving his mouth as you gently scratched the base of his ears. His twin however didnât immediately move for you, and you turned concerned eyes on him, worried he might be offended. The minute he saw you looking though he immediately leaned forward, pressing his head to your palm, his own soft purrs leaving his throat as you carded your fingers through his hair.
âIâm back,â a familiar voice sang, the door to the room sliding open to reveal Sugawara, with a cheerful grin on his face, a grin that was immediately replaced by wide eyed shock as he saw you and the two hybrids who were nearly in your lap with how close they were pressing towards you.
However, shock melted into fury as his eyes saw the open first aid kit and the bandages on your arm, his words nearly a hiss as he demanded, âWhat happened?!â
Both hybrids immediately stiffened under your hands, drawing closer to you, either looking to protect you or looking for protection you werenât sure. Either way you allowed it, rubbing your hands over the backs of their necks in a way that always seemed to sooth Suna as you answered, âWe just had a bit of a mishap is all, but weâve cleared it up.â
âAre you sure?â Sugawara demanded anxiously, âWe were told when they were brought in that theyâd had a bit of trouble before, but they never mentioned that they might attack humans.â
The golden-haired twin seemed to bristle, and if he were in cat form you were sure all his fur would be puffed out as he glared at Sugawara. His twin didnât look nearly as bothered on the surface, but close as you were, you could see how tight the muscles in his neck and shoulders were as if he was about to spring forward at any moment.
Instinctively you pulled the golden twin toward you, tipping him over into your lap. Despite his size it wasnât all that difficult given heâd been practically leaning all his weight on you. He let out a yelp of surprise, but stayed still as you buried your fingers in his hair, keeping his cheek pillowed on your thigh. Your other hand gently squeezed the back of the silver twinâs neck, both holding him still and reminding him of your presence.
âIt wasnât an attack, simply an accident,â you assured Sugawara, as you soothed your thumb over the tense muscles of the silver oneâs neck, hoping to get him to relax, âA bit like what happened with the dog hybrid earlier.â
âIf youâre sure,â Sugawara told you, watching your pet the twins with wide eyes, like he couldnât quite believe what he was seeing, âDoes that mean youâve decided to take them then? I know you were a little worried about adopting one hybrid so I never imagined youâd want two at once.â
âWhat?â you asked, a little overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught of information, and the assumption heâd made.
âYouâd have to take both of them,â Sugawara explained gently, âAdmittedly sometimes twins are separated, but we donât do that unless they want to be separated, and in this case both of them have stated they want to stay together.â
âThat makes sense,â you agreed, with a smile. It was good that the center accommodated things like that, and you made a mental note to thank Ojirou for directing you to such an upstanding place.
âShould I get paperwork started?â Sugawara asked, with an answering smile, âIf youâre taking the twins it will take a bit more work than usual, so Iâd like to get started right away. No pressure though, you donât have to make a decision today if you donât want to.â
âI hadnât really thought about adopting them,â you admitted, and felt both twins stiffen under your hands, so hurried to reassure them, âWe havenât had a chance to chat much yet. Iâd like to talk to them a little bit first before we make any decisions.â
âOf course,â the kindly hybrid agreed with an understanding nod, âWeâll give the three of you some space and let you get to know one another a bit better.â
âThank you,â you told him politely, waiting until heâd ushered Kiyoko a little bit away, clearly trying to give you some sense of privacy despite the fact that they were still well within earshot for hybrids, and likely interrogate the elegant female about what exactly had happened while he was gone.
âDo ya not want us,â the golden haired one asked you, once the two were gone, rolling over in your lap to peer up at you with wide copper eyes, the hint of a pout on his lips, and a little bit of hurt in his eyes.
âI donât know yet,â you told him honestly, gently stroking his golden hair away from his eyes, âWe donât know each other, yet do we? Do you even know if you want to come with me?â
The two cat hybrids glanced at each other, clearly communicating silently with each other for a moment before turning back to you. The golden haired one had apparently been elected spokesperson because he was the one to admit, âWe wouldnât mind goinâ home with ya.â
âBut you donât even know my name, do you? And I donât know yours either,â you pointed out, utterly baffled that theyâd apparently already decided.
âI heard mister pleasant over there when he introduced ya,â the silver haired one told you with a shrug, âBut if it matters so much to ya, Iâm Miya Osamu and heâs Atsumu.â
âI can introduce myself ya know,â the golden haired on hissed, doing his best to glare at his brother, though you were sure the effect was entirely lost considering he was apparently refusing to move from your lap and was upside down, âAnd I didnât get to hear yer name.â
âThatâs because ya were sulkinâ in our room,â Osamu pointed out.
âAnd whose fault is that huh?â Atsumu demanded with a grimace.
âYer own,â Osamu countered, looking utterly bored as he peered down at his brother. Atsumu made to lunge out of your lap, but was stopped by your hand pressed firmly to his forehead holding him in place. You took advantage of his moment of distraction to introduce yourself, gently rubbing behind his ears until he started purring again.
âAnd ya wonder why we want to go with ya,â Osamu told you sardonically, watching the two of you, âI ainât ever seen anybody who could get ahold of Tsumu like that.â
âDo the two of you always squabble like that?â you asked, a little amused and a little concerned, âIf I didnât know better I wouldâve thought one of you was a dog hybrid with how well youâre getting along right now.â
âIt ainât always so bad,â Osamu told you, turning his face away though you thought you saw the faintest hint of pink to his cheeks, âWeâre just a little restless is all. We havenât been here long so itâs just new, not as much freedom as weâre used to either beinâ cooped up for most of the day.â
âSurely they let you out if you want out,â you questioned, a little appalled that the center might be keeping hybrids like prisoners.
âWell sure,â Osamu answered turning back to you, his head tilted to the side as he studied you, âBut there are only so many places a hybrid is allowed without an owner ya know.â
You winced slightly at the blunt statement, but couldnât refute it. The law stated that all hybrids had to have a registered owner, and it was then up to that owner to set limits on the hybrid, about where they could go and what they could do. This was because if the hybrid caused any trouble, it was always on its owner to take responsibility which made things quite limited for them at times. There were lobbyists working to change that of course, as it was viewed as inhumane, but for now the law was the law.
âDid you have more freedom before here then?â you asked curiously, âIâve heard this place is pretty good.â
âItâs not bad,â Atsumu piped in, his voice content and rumbly as he turned languid eyes in your direction, clearly not wanting to be left out of the conversation, âBetter than the first center we were at when we first went up for adoption.â
âSo youâve been adopted before? Or did you just get moved from one of the other centers?â you asked curiously, only to have Atsumu go absolutely rigid under your hands as Osamu hissed at him, clearly angry with his brother, whoâd apparently revealed something he shouldnât if the way he shrank away instead of hissing back said anything.
You glanced between the two of them warily, unsure what to do as Atsumu pulled himself out of your lap so he could look at Osamu. The two of them were clearly communicating, both their tails swishing back and forth in clear agitation.
âWe had an owner,â Osamu admitted at last, his words clearly careful as he peered at you from underneath the fringe of his hair, âBut we didnât get along with him so he surrendered us ta the shelter again and they sent us here.â
A part of you really wanted to ask why exactly they hadnât gotten along with their old owner, but given the way Atsumu was refusing to meet your eyes, his nails practically digging into his thighs where he sat next to you, you got the feeling it would be kinder not to. Instead you carefully redirected the conversation back on topic and asked, âAnd what makes you think youâll get along better with me than your previous owner?â
âYer nothinâ like him,â Osamu told you bluntly, effectively shutting that avenue of conversation down.
âIf you say so,â you told him calmly, holding his gaze until he glanced away, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
It was clearly a sensitive topic, and you didnât want to push. Youâd just met the two of them today after all, you certainly wouldnât have liked it if they tried to pry into your past, fair was fair after all.
âWhat do you picture yourselves doing all day?â you asked instead, figuring you might as well.
âDoing?â Atsumu repeated confused, tilting his head in a manner that you couldnât help but find rather adorable.
âIâll be at work most of the day during the week,â you explained patiently, âWhich means youâll be by yourselves for quite a bit of time. Youâd be more than welcome to laze around if you really wanted to, but I figured Iâd ask.â
âWhat kind of things are we allowed to do?â Osamu asked slowly, a strange look on his face that you couldnât quite interpret.
âAnything within reason,â you told him with a helpless shrug, âI have money, itâs not an issue, so long as itâs legal, and doesnât have the potential to hurt me, you or anyone else then I see no reason to place restrictions. My neighbor has a dog-hybrid who works a small rice farm that Ojirou bought him, but his cat-hybrid Suna spends most of his time either lounging around their apartment or playing sports with some of the other hybrids who live in the neighborhood.â
âWhich sport?â Atsumu asked, eyes bright, all hesitation forgotten in the face of this new information.
âVolleyball I think,â you told him with a shrug, âOjirou and I have gone to watch a few games, though I donât think itâs just volleyball either.â
If Atsumu had been a dog-hybrid you were sure his tail wouldâve been wagging a hundred miles an hour with how eager he looked, copper eyes bright in his face as he told you, âI like volleyball. Do you think heâd let me play?â
âYouâd have to take it up with Suna, but I donât see why he wouldnât,â you admitted cautiously, earning a happy smile from the hybrid.
âWhat about you Osamu?â you prompted gently, âDo you play too, or is there something else youâre interested in?â
The silver furred hybrid looked startled to be addressed, but then slowly admitted, âI like to cook.â
âThatâs amazing,â you praised, âI live on take out a lot of the time, unless Iâm headed over to Ojirouâs or Kita, his dog-hybrid makes an extra bento for me. I really should cook more, but I tend to be on the go a lot and donât want to dedicate the time.â
âItâs a bit of a shame though,â you admitted, feeling more than a bit sheepish, âOne of the best features of my apartment is the kitchen and I hardly ever use it.â
You continued to chat lightly with the twins learning quite a bit about the two of them in the process. Atsumu was definitely the louder twin, always eager and a bit blunt with his words, always saying the first thing that came to mind. Osamu was quieter than his twin, letting his golden furred brother do most of the talking for the two of them. He wasnât necessarily shy per se, and would answer when spoken to, but he seemed content for the most part to quietly observe before adding his two cents in.
The two of them together were utterly charming, which made you wonder just how they hadnât been adopted yet. You were fairly sure it must have something to do with the reason theyâd been returned to their adoption center, though for the life of you, you couldnât guess what that reason mightâve been.
âSorry to interrupt,â Sugawara cut in gently, interrupting Atsumu telling you all about the last volleyball game heâd played in, âBut the center is closing to visitors in a few minutes.â
âIâm sorry,â you apologized immediately, hurriedly scrambling to your feet, feeling more than a bit guilty, âI hadnât realized how late it had gotten.â
âThatâs alright,â Sugawara assured you with a kind smile, âIt sounds like the three of you are getting along well.â
âI think so,â you admitted, glancing at the twins whoâd both risen to their feet as well, both of them far more graceful than you could ever hope to be.
Both of them were watching you, Atsumu with tentative hope clear on his face, and Osamu completely unreadable except for the agitated twitch of his tail which told you he wasnât pleased your conversation had been interrupted.
âIâm glad,â Sugawara told you, âDo we have any kind of decision made?â
âIâŚâ you started glancing between the twins, who were both looking at you. Gut instinct meant you wanted to say yes. Youâd gotten along well and you thought you might continue to enjoy one anotherâs company. They seemed like theyâd slot into your life pretty easily. However you were still a bit hesitant. Adopting one hybrid had seemed like a big deal, but adopting two?
Plus youâd only met them today. Maybe you were being overly cautious but a single day didnât seem like nearly enough time to get to know someone before inviting them to live with you, no matter how much your heart urged you to say yes.
âActually, it doesnât matter,â Sugawara interrupted, an apologetic expression on his face, pulling you from your thoughts as he explained, âWe wouldnât have time to finish the paperwork before itâs time to close, so you wouldnât be able to take them home with you anyway, not today at least.â
âButâŚ!â Atsumu tried to protest, but quelled as Sugawara shot him a stern look.
âI think that it will be good for all of you to sleep on your decision,â the cat-hybrid told all three of you firmly, gently beginning to usher you from the room, before telling you, âYou can come back tomorrow if you like. Weâre open at the same times then.â
âAlright,â you agreed, following after him without a fuss, only to pause in your tracks at a heartbreaking mewling sound.
You turned around to see Atsumu staring after you with devastation written all over his handsome features, his hand outstretched like he was trying to reach out and physically stop you from leaving. Before youâd really thought about it your feet had carried you back, and youâd pulled the hybrid into your arms.
Atsumu clutched you tightly, burying his face in your neck and rubbing his cheek against yours in a move you recognized as scenting. You let him do as he pleased without protest, gently running your fingers through his soft golden hair. However, you were conscious of Sugawara waiting for you, so you gently extracted yourself after a few minutes.
Turning you saw Osamu watching you with an unreadable expression on his face, but you stepped toward him, offering your open arms anyway, waiting patiently. You were rewarded for that patience as he stepped into your hold, nuzzling at you the same way his twin had on the opposite side.
âIâll come back,â you found yourself promising, âI have work tomorrow, but after Iâll be here.â
Osamu drew back and peered into your face, copper eyes boring into your own, clearly searching for something before nodding, âWeâll hold ya to that.â
You let Sugawara usher you out after that, but found yourself tearing up a bit as you followed after him. You desperately didnât want to leave the twins behind. Somehow, someway youâd gotten terribly attached to them in just a few short hours.
Your sniffling apparently caught Sugawaraâs attention, because he turned around and hurriedly fumbled a packet of tissues from one of his pockets.
âIâm sorry,â he told you apologetically, âI thought maybe you wanted more time to think things over. We can still do paperwork tonight if you want I donât mind staying a bit late.â
You looked at him, startled that heâd apparently picked up on your hesitation as you gratefully accepted the tissues, dabbing at your eyes and blowing your nose before replying, âNo, no youâre right. Itâs not a decision I should make impulsively. I do want to think it over I justâŚâ
You trailed off helplessly, unsure what to say or how to explain that youâd gotten incredibly attached and were currently having a crisis as your head and heart were at war with each other. However, Sugawara apparently understood as he nodded in clear sympathy.
âDonât worry,â he assured you, âThatâs completely understandable, adopting a hybrid is no small thing. Those troublesome twins will still be here waiting for you tomorrow, so take all the time you need to think it over.â
âI will,â you told him, then tacked on sincerely, âThank you, for all your help today. I really appreciate it.â
âItâs my pleasure,â he told you with a bright, pleased smile as he walked you to the door, âIâll see you tomorrow?â
âSee you tomorrow,â you agreed with a smile, letting yourself out and heading back for your car.
The drive home your thoughts were absolutely full of the twins, and what it might be like to have them with you. Your heart and your mind were at war with one another, your heart desperate to run back to the center as soon as it opened in the morning for the cat hybrids, and your head worrying about what it might mean to have both of them and why theyâd been returned to the center by their previous owner.
You were so preoccupied with your thoughts that you almost didnât notice Suna as you walked passed Ojirouâs door, headed to your own.
âWhat is that?â Suna demanded, his voice making you pause in your tracks.
âWhat is what?â you asked him baffled as he strode toward you nose in the air, clearly picking up something.
âYou smell like hybrid,â he informed you his tone accusatory, watching you with narrowed golden eyes.
âDo I?â you asked mildly.
âYou do,â he affirmed, âDoesnât she Kita?â
âDoesnât she what?â the collie hybrid asked, emerging from somewhere deeper in the apartment.
âSmell like hybrid,â Suna explained, his tail twitching languidly behind him and eyes alight with interest.
âYou do,â Kita agreed, after carefully scenting the air, âTwo of them actually.â
âReally?â Suna asked, clearly surprised, moving closer to sniff at you again, âYou sure?â
You held still, too used to his behavior to be bothered by it, partly amused and partly annoyed at the cat hybrid who was clearly digging for information.
âYes Iâm sure,â Kita told him calmly, âTheyâre very similar, but there.â
âTheyâre identical twins,â you explained, figuring the jig was up anyway, and hoping maybe Ojirou or Kita would have some advice that might help you with your quandary.
âHo?â Suna asked a purr of interest in his voice as he inhaled and nodded to himself, then asked slyly, âAnd what were you doing with these twins to have their scent on you so thoroughly?â
âIs Ojirou home?â you asked Kita, completely ignoring Sunaâs question, earning a chuckle of amusement from the Siamese.
âHeâs here,â Kita agreed, âDid you need to speak with him?â
âBoth of you, if you have a minute?â you questioned hopefully.
âFor you? Always,â Kita assured you kindly ushering you in.
âOya, I think Iâm hurt,â Suna told you as he followed along behind, a feline smirk on his face, âWhat about me? Donât you want my advice too? After all theyâre cat hybrids arenât they?â
âThey are,â you agreed with a huff as you plopped into your normal chair, âBut are you going to give me good advice, or are you going to say whatever you think will be most amusing for you?â
âWhatâs this about cat-hybrids?â Ojirou asked, emerging from the hallway, where Kita had gone to fetch him.
âSheâs thinking about adopting twin cat-hybrids,â Suna informed him before you had the chance to speak up, smug as the cat who got the canary.
âAre you really?â Ojirou questioned with a grin, taking his own seat.
âYes,â you agreed, shooting the smug Siamese a look for interrupting and stealing your thunder, âI went to that adoption center you recommended today.â
âThatâs great,â Ojirou told you, leaning forward in his chair eagerly, âHow did it go?â
You explained your meeting with the twins, happily accepting the drink Kita pressed into your hands, which was your favorite, as the collie hybrid got everyone settled and then settled in himself to listen. You talked about how much you liked them, but your wariness about getting not one but two hybrids, and the strange issue with them having a previous owner and being so cagey about it.
âI can see why youâre wary about used goods,â Suna noted.
âDonât call them that,â you snapped, despite the fact that you could hear the tinge of sarcasm in his voice and knew he didnât really mean it, unable to help yourself, âpeople arenât like items, and shouldnât be treated like them.â
âSheâs right,â Kita told the Siamese sternly, âEven as a joke, that was a rude way to refer to them.â
Suna slouched in his seat, looking thoroughly chastised as he admitted, âI know you donât see them like that. Youâve always treated us just like normal people.â
âThatâs because you are just like normal people,â you told him, stroking your fingers through his hair to let him know you forgave him, âJust with enhanced senses and a different set of instincts at times.â
âI donât know why you think you need our advice,â Ojirou pointed out reasonably, âIt sounds like youâve pretty much already made up your mind, you clearly adore them already.â
âItâs just a lot,â you admitted, âDo you think I can handle twin hybrids? Especially since Iâve never even had one before? I mean, Iâm not like you, none of my family ever had one growing up, and the only ones I really know are Kita, Suna, and a couple that come into the office with Tendou from time to time.â
âWeâre not exactly children,â Kita reasoned, logically, âWe donât actually require all that much care outside of the basics, which I know youâre monetarily able to provide, and companionship, which is the whole reason you decided to seek out a hybrid in the first place. One or two, does it really matter? It might even be better as theyâll be able to keep each other company if they get lonely when youâre gone, and I see no reason we canât help you look after them too.â
âYouâd do that?â you asked the collie hybrid, surprised.
âOf course,â he agreed with a tiny smile, âWeâre friends are we not?â
You smiled at him, touched, and extremely reassured by his ever cool logic. It did make sense, and quelled some of your worries, plus knowing the extremely reliable hybrid would help you out if you needed it was incredibly comforting.
âI wouldnât worry about them being returned to their center,â Suna told you, surprisingly serious, âHybrids get returned for all sorts of reasons, but most of the time its owner incompatibility rather than behavioral issues. Plus that center wouldnât let you adopt them if they thought theyâd give you trouble.â
âBut Sugawara did say theyâd heard the twins gave someone trouble,â you admitted, recalling the conversation with the worried cat-hybrid.
âYes, but they didnât give you trouble,â Suna pointed out, âWe cat hybrids tend to make up our minds pretty quickly about people. It sounds like they decided they liked you, and unless something really terrible happens theyâll keep liking you, weâre terribly stubborn that way.â
âIf youâre really worried you can always ask the center about it,â Ojirou told you, âThey keep records, and would probably tell you, especially if itâs a concern about their adoptability.â
âI donât want to pry into something and lose their trust,â you admitted, even as part of you was incredibly tempted to do just that.
âThen maybe try asking if the center if they think whatever the issue was, will be an issue with you,â Suna reasoned, âAnd if they say no then let it lie and adopt them, and if they say maybe or yes, then tell the twins you canât accept them if they canât tell you what the issue was.â
âThat seems fair to me,â Kita agreed with a nod, âJust make sure youâre honest and tell them you asked, just in case.â
âOkay,â you agreed, letting out a relieved breath, âOkay that sounds really reasonable to me. Itâs just⌠do you think Iâm rushing into this too fast? I mean going to the center today was an impulse.â
âI donât think so,â Ojirou assured her thoughtfully, âYouâve been thinking about it for a while, havenât you?â
âSheâs put so much thought into it sheâs actually over thought it,â Suna interjected wryly before you had a chance to answer.
You made a face at him but couldnât actually argue. He might have a point about overthinking it. Reassured you spent a good couple hours talking with your neighbor and the two hybrids as they answered more of your questions, and you told them about the twins.
Eventually however you headed home, determined now to get at least a little bit prepared for the arrival of your two new housemates tomorrow. Luckily it wasnât dirty, but running a load of laundry and doing a little vacuuming never hurt anyone. You didnât have a whole lot for them and didnât know what kind of things they might have or need, but hopefully your office with pull out futon and guest bedroom would suffice for now until you could take them shopping.
Falling into bed that night you let yourself feel your excitement for the first time. You were adopting a hybrid, not just one but adorable twin hybrids. You couldnât wait to bring them home and maybe put an end to your loneliness once and for all.
Osamu glanced slowly around the room, trying not to look at his twin, the clock, or the doors to the main area of the shared living space the way Atsumu was. Yesterday had been a bit of a revelation. Heâd never actually expected to approach the woman whoâd shown up looking to adopt. After what happened with their last owner heâd never expected to ever actually want to be adopted again. However, somehow heâd found himself entranced by her, and he had no one but himself to blame.
When heâd initially strolled over, it was because heâd known via his bond to his older twin that heâd finally realized that Osamu had snagged his pudding for himself and was throwing a fit about it. Heâd thought that his twin wouldnât dare make a fuss if he was with a potential owner.
The rules of this place were pretty lax compared to the first center theyâd lived in. It allowed them a lot more freedoms. It let them come and go from their rooms as they pleased rather than on a regimented schedule, and allowed them to turn down any potential adopter that they didnât like, which had felt utterly shocking and unprecedented when heâd first been told about it. They gave them a small allowance they could spend or save as they chose, and even let them deal with their heats and ruts in whatever way they chose, including with other tenants so long as birth control was used.
It honestly felt like heaven compared to the first center theyâd been at, and maybe even better than living with their previous owner even before everything had gone to shit. He wasnât sure heâd even ever wanted to leave, which heâd been assured by several other tenants was also an option if he so desired.
However, the one rule that was the same between both centers was that they werenât allowed to cause trouble with the humans that came looking to adopt. This was only good sense considering how much the law favored humans in cases of hybrid vs human issues. However, unlike the first center theyâd lived, this one at least didnât threaten to put them down if they misbehaved.
Theyâd been young back then, everyone in that center was, all of them below the age of twenty-one, because anyone who reached their twenty-second birthday disappeared and was never seen again. Thus he hadnât known it was actually against the law to kill hybrids, none of them had known and the caretakers had perpetuated the rumor that those who reached twenty-two were killed instead of shipped off to other centers in order to make them that much more desperate to be adopted.
It had made him more than a bit bitter once heâd been with their new owner long enough to learn more about what was and wasnât allowed when it came to human hybrid interactions. The man had actually found their previous beliefs amusing and had laughed at them more than once for being so naĂŻve.
It was positively galling, and had made his hackles rise more than once. However heâd known better than to lash out and had better impulse control than Atsumu whoâd been punished by their previous owner more than once for acting aggressively. Fortunately, Osamu had never liked being made fun of, and spite was a powerful motivator, meaning heâd practically memorized any and all of the laws that had to do with hybrids.
It meant the few times their owner had toed the line with Atsumuâs punishments that heâd been able to cite the law to pull him back, right up until their owner had decided he no longer cared and pushed too far, leading to them being removed from his home and put back up for adoption at this new center.
They had been here for just over a month and while several people had been interested in adopting the ârare gold and silver hybrid twinsâ he had absolutely refused to engage with any of them. It was probably why that female alpha hybrid had been so shocked when heâd first approached.
Heâd fully intended to just use the human to keep Atsumu at bay, right up until sheâd crouched down and offered her hands to him and heâd gotten a whiff of her scent. Heâd known from the few lessons their ma had bothered to teach them that hybrids relied a lot more on their sense of smell than humans did, and that scent was the basis of the instinct that told them who would be a good mate and who wouldnât.
Heâd originally thought compatibility could only be found with other hybrids, after all heâd met plenty of humans before both when heâd lived in the adoption centers and with his previous owner and never once had he gotten a hint of compatibility with any of them. He thought he could be forgiven for completely losing his head and giving over to his instincts as he caught the scent of the most compatible person heâd ever met.
Her scent was honestly indescribable, and his instincts had him purring within seconds as he tried to rub her scent all over himself. Sheâd obliged, petting him with fingers that had felt magical, her touch kind and soothing and perfect as she rubbed his ears, carded fingers through his fur and rubbed her hand along his back.
Heâd been lost in a dizzy haze of touch and scent and probably wouldâve remained that way if not for the fury of his brother, which had jolted him out of it. It had been like a bucket of cold water dumped over his head pulling him from his happy haze and reminding him of the whole reason heâd come up to the human in the first place.
He probably shouldâve run off, but hadnât been able to bring himself to move very far, instead darting around to hide behind her. Heâd thought that once Atsumu saw her heâd stop and at least hold off attempting to get vengeance until later, but heâd overestimated his brother again, who was apparently more incensed than heâd guessed about the lost pudding.
Instinct had kicked in and before heâd really thought about it he was running away from his brother, darting around her legs in a game of chase that was both amusing and a bit annoying, especially when he could tell how much it was pissing his brother off, his siblingâs annoyance pulsing down their bond in waves of sparks.
He wasnât sure how long it wouldâve continued, as theyâd actually run around like this until someone got tired before, usually Atsumu as he got fed up and didnât have the patience to keep going. However, heâd suddenly found himself plucked right up into the air.
Heâd been amused when sheâd scolded Atsumu, though the amusement had faded a bit when sheâd decided to scold him too, leaving him feeling properly chastised. Heâd been more than a bit pissed off with his brother when heâd realized the nice smelling woman was bleeding because of him, though thereâd also been a small frisson of fear, wondering what the consequences would be.
However, to his surprise she hadnât actually seemed all that angry with either of them. Instead sheâd immediately accepted Atsumuâs apologies as his brother, whoâd managed to get a lungful of her scent had cuddled up to her. He could feel Atsumuâs deep interest in the human. His brother clearly also scented compatibility with her, which wasnât surprising given theyâd shared almost everything else in their lives.
Heâd found himself more than a little bit jealous as heâd watched his brother soak up her attention. It had always been like that to an extent. Atsumu had always been the more outgoing one, the one who attracted attention, who wore his heart on his sleeve and somehow managed to win people over despite his often crass personality. Osamu had always kind of faded into the background as he was much quieter and had better control over his emotions, the silver to his gold, the shadow to his light.
Normally he didnât mind, but this time being forgotten had stung. Theyâd always competed with each other, but most of the time heâd been humoring his brother, or simply hadnât wanted Atsumu to win rather than wanting the prize of winning himself. This time though it had felt like more than that. No way was he going to let his brother steal her all to himself.
Before heâd really thought about it heâd reached out a paw, and to her credit sheâd immediately offered him a sweet smile and resumed her wonderful petting. Atsumu hadnât been pleased, but he hadnât cared a bit.
It hadnât surprised him at all that when Shimizu had come back with the first aid kit that Atsumu had insisted on taking over when heâd been the one to offer first. The two of them had continued to quietly compete over her attention as they fixed up her scratches, though he could at least feel his brotherâs guilt for inflicting them on her in the first place, which did help sooth some of his annoyance with his older twin.
It was utterly gratifying that even when she had Atsumu literally in the palm of her hand, sheâd still looked for him too. Heâd tried to shove the feeling down and away, trying to remind himself that neither he nor his brother actually wanted another owner, but found it wasnât working well. The combination of her scent and her fingers as she massaged her fingers through his hair enough to make him want to curl up in her lap and never leave.
Heâd thought they might get in trouble when Sugawara returned. His fellow silver cat-hybrid belonged to the owner of the center, and took his job very seriously. He wouldnât allow any of them to make trouble, and while he respected him, and admittedly envied him a bit for the clear trusting and loving relationship he had with his owner it didnât stop him from wanting to claw his eyes out for bringing up their past in front of her.
Right when he was considering attempting to verbally eviscerate the other hybrid and damn the consequences his brotherâs shock had pulled him from his thoughts, and he turned just in time to see her pull his twin into her lap. The feel of her hand gently squeezing his neck from behind practically made him limp with pleasure as Atsumuâs own bliss at being so close to her combined with his own to thoroughly distract the two of them, though not so much he didnât notice her excusing their behavior and ensuring they didnât get in trouble.
However, both of them had snapped to attention when the other hybrid had asked her if she wanted to adopt the two of them. Heâd been able to feel his twinâs building hope, his impulsive brother apparently forgetting all about not wanting another owner, already clearly more than half in love with her despite not even knowing her for a day.
It was a trait he both hated and envied in his twin, the ability to be so impulsive, to move on so quickly and let go of past hurts. It wasnât something he was capable of. He knew he was a grudge holder and far slower to trust than his brother was. He liked to think it served him well and kept him from being as naĂŻve as Atsumu could be, though there were times it made things difficult too.
Heâd been unsure whether he wanted her to state her intention to adopt them or not, right up until sheâd said she hadnât even considered it. It stung more than heâd expected, his own small hurt amplified by his brotherâs though both of them had been somewhat soothed by her explanation that she wanted to know them better.
It was extremely reasonable and made him like her all the more, knowing she was the cautious type, more like him than like Atsumu, even if he simultaneously wished sheâd been a little more impulsive just this one time and said yes instead. Though he found himself heartened by her honesty. That sheâd actually asked them if they wanted to go with her rather than making any sort of assumption had settled things for him.
He hadnât needed Atsumuâs silent pleading to forget their original plans to agree that maybe they should give this human a chance, though it did make it easier in the end to agree as he wasnât the only one who wanted it.
Theyâd both tried to win her over, and though theyâd accidentally fallen into squabbling more than once sheâd handled it like a champ, not at all put off and even amused by it if the smile was any indication. However, despite the fact that they were the ones trying to win her over, it seemed every word she spoke was actually meant to win them over instead.
She was nothing like their previous owner, whoâd been strict with his rules and harsh with his punishments. In fact she didnât speak about punishments at all. He wasnât naĂŻve enough to think there wouldnât be any if they misbehaved, but the freedoms she was offering in turn more than made up for anything she might throw their way.
The biggest hiccup had been when Atsumu mentioned their previous owner. The horror and guilt heâd felt from his twin was the only reason heâd managed to keep himself from doing more than hiss at him. His stomach had sunk when sheâd gently pressed them for answers, but he knew they had to give her something.
Heâd tried to give her as little as possible unwilling to volunteer the information, both because he hated even thinking about their time with their previous owner and because he was afraid she might somehow decide she didnât want them because of it. In the end sheâd changed the subject herself, and not brought it up again, but as sheâd walked away from them with Sugawara, leaving them behind heâd wondered rather despairingly if that hadnât been a mistake.
It didnât matter that sheâd turned around to comfort them when Atsumu had been unable to keep his heartbreak quiet. Heâd known the minute she walked out the doors the chances of her coming back were slim to none. That was the other thing that remained consistent between this shelter and the last. Once a potential owner walked away claiming they needed to âthink on itâ they never came back.
Still he hadnât been able to turn away from her embrace, or to stop himself from scent marking the opposite side of your neck from the one his twin had claimed, laying his own personal stamp with the faint hope it would remind you to come back for them. However, no matter what youâd said, he couldnât bring himself to hope. He knew hoping would only lead to more disappointment, and he wasnât like Atsumu he wouldnât be able to bounce back from it.
Not that his twin was making it easy on him. His brotherâs hope was so fierce it was almost painful and he could feel the slightly desperate edge to it. Heâd gotten attached to her, not that he could blame him, he was more attached than he wanted to be too. However unlike him, Atsumu had fill faith you were coming back, so much so heâd actually packed up his room into the bags theyâd brought from his old place and was ready to go.
Nothing Osamu or any of the others, who also seemed to understand how small the chance was that sheâd come back for them, said could sway him. The moment it had passed three oâclock Atsumu had brought hjs bags out to the shared living area and began to sit vigil, waiting for her to come back.
Stubborn as ever his twin had ignored all the pitying looks sent his way and the fact that slowly but surely time had slipped by, leaving just half an hour until they were supposed to close. Though his face was resolute, his brother wasnât actually stupid and Osamu knew it was only stubborn pride keeping him in place. He could feel the slow onset of his twinâs hurt and despair as each minute ticked down.
Heâd contemplated leaving him, going to his own room to wallow, but he knew he could never abandon his twin. Theyâd been through everything together, and he certainly wasnât going to leave him now.
He was trying to figure out if he could coax his brother into leaving his post when the door swung open, revealing Sugawara, who had a wide beaming smile on his face. His fellow silver hybrid cast a quick glance behind him before ushering his follower into the room.
He barely caught a glimpse of her before his brother practically launched himself at her, but it was enough to freeze him in his place, because it was her. Sheâd actually come back after all.
His brother had wrapped himself around her, burying his face in her neck and clinging to her like favorite a stuffed toy, not that she seemed to mind, if the hands she was running over his hair and back meant anything. He couldnât quite hear what they were saying, the words too quiet to hear over the sudden near painful hope and the rapid beat of his own heart at the thought that sheâd come for them.
Atsumuâs joy was practically burning through him, combined with his restored faith and smug satisfaction that heâd been right all along about her coming back for them. It probably shouldâve annoyed him, but he found that all he could really feel was a bone deep sort of relief.
âWhereâs your brother?â she asked, as she finally managed to gently extract herself a bit from his twinâs embrace, though he noticed he didnât let go entirely, one of his hands laced firmly with hers.
He immediately stood, letting himself fall back into his more human skin as he made his way toward them, not waiting for his brother to out him. She seemed to spot him immediately and the relieved smile on her face was enough to make his traitorous heart skip a beat.
âOsamu,â she greeted warmly, more warmly than he thought heâd ever been greeted by anyone before as she opened her free arm in an inviting gesture. It was maybe a little pathetic how readily he accepted that embrace, but he couldnât bring himself to care, as he fell into her hold, face automatically nuzzling against the side of her neck that Atsumu had left unclaimed. A rumbling purr left his lips as he felt her press her face against his affectionately, as he allowed himself to cling to her for a bit.
âIâm so sorry Iâm late,â she murmured to him quietly, her arm squeezing affectionately around his waist, genuine regret in her tone, âMy boss made me stay a little longer than usual, and then there was an accident on the freeway. I called ahead though and Sugawara has almost all the paperwork done. I just need to collect the two of you, do some signing and weâll go home okay?â
âReally? Yer takinâ us home?â he almost didnât recognize his own voice given how weak it sounded, the quaver in it making him feel utterly ridiculous and overly emotional, something that was supposed to be his twinâs job, and frustrated him enough that he bit his lip nearly hard enough to bleed as he wrestled with himself, trying to get back in control of his emotions.
âYeah, as long as you want to come, then Iâll gladly take you,â she offered with a gentle smile that made his heart squeeze nearly painfully in his chest, âThough thereâs something I need to admit to first.â
He froze a little at that, staring at her anxiously as Atsumu also looked on, his blabbermouth brother finally silent and clearly wary. She carefully released him, though she still reached for his hand, peering between the two of them, anxious but also obviously determined. He allowed her to grasp her fingers, squeezing them automatically, anxiety making his heartrate skyrocket and bile rise in his throat.
âI asked the center about your previous owner,â she confessed, the words automatically making his heart drop, as he wondered numbly what they couldâve told her. Had she asked for the details? Was she afraid now? Had she changed her mind or decided to add some stipulations to their adoption?â
âI didnât ask for details,â she clarified, her voice managing to cut through the haze of panic that had been rising in his chest, âAll I asked was if they thought whatever had happened with your previous owner would cause trouble for me, or put any of us in any sort of danger.â
That didnât actually sound so bad, and was even fairly reasonable the storm of hurt and anger that had been building behind his anxiety slowly dispersing the more he thought about it. He noticed that his grip on her hand had loosened a bit, and he retightened his hold, hoping the center had responded in a way that reassured her. Given that she was here, talking to them, he thought it wasnât unreasonable to be hopeful.
âThey said none of us would be in any danger, otherwise they never wouldâve offered to take you both in, in the first place, and that they were sure youâd be alright with me,â she explained, her hand gently squeezing his in return.
He wasnât sure if the bone deep relief he felt was his or his brotherâs but he couldnât bring himself to care, too caught up in the surging hope that followed it as she asked, âSo, even knowing that I asked that, are the two of you still willing to come home with me?â
âO course we want to go with ya, right Samu?â his brother replied instantly, nuzzling into her neck insistently, clearly begging for attention, attention she seemed more than willing to give if the affectionate smile on her face was any indication. When she looked at him for confirmation all he could do was nod in agreement, unable to find the words for how very much he did want it and unwilling to sound ridiculous again.
The next half hour passed in a strange almost dream like haze, as he packed himself up, his smug brother clinging to her and gloating over how he was already finished, soaking up her attention as he made a mental note to get back at his annoying twin later. Once he finished packing all there really was, was a couple of signatures before he found himself in a nice car that was speeding along the highway.
Atsumu was chatting away in the front seat, practically bouncing as he asked their amused new owner anything that popped into his head as he tried to digest what had happened. Somehow, someway, they had an owner again.
You smiled to yourself as you listened to Atsumu babble away happily in the seat next to you. The golden furred twin hadnât stopped bouncing since youâd showed up at the shelter, clearly over the moon that youâd come back for him. Osamu was quiet in the back seat, and you mightâve been worried he was happy to come with you if not for the way heâd scent marked you, almost frantically his hand clutched tightly to yours as youâd signed the paperwork to take them home.
It was pretty clear both twins had thought you werenât coming back for them, and it had broken your heart a bit, and made you even more resolute that youâd done the right thing for all of you. Youâd been anxious the whole day to get back to them, not nearly as focused on work as you probably shouldâve been, which had been part of the reason for your delay in the first place.
Youâd panicked more than a bit when youâd encountered the accident on the way there, afraid that youâd break your promise to the twins. It had only been Sugawaraâs kind voice, assuring you that heâd start the paperwork while you drove and even stay open late if necessary for you to get there, that had kept your guilt and panic at bay.
Now that you had them with you werenât quite sure how you felt. Dazed that it was actually happening, excited for what the future might bring, and a little anxious about all the changes youâd have to make in your life even as you looked forward to those changes more than anything.
However, before you headed for home there were a couple things you needed to do first. Luckily you would hopefully find everything you needed in one place, at least for today. You wanted to give them time to settle in a bit, more shopping could come later when theyâd decided what they needed.
âWhereâs this?â Atsumu asked, pausing in his excited babble to look at you with confusion, as you pulled into the large parking lot, âYa donât live here do ya?â
âDonât be stupid,â his brother huffed from the backseat, âYer gonna make her think weâre some kind of bumpkins, ya know what a mall is Tsumu.â
âO course I know what a mall is,â Atsumu blustered, twisting around in his seat to glare at his twin, âI just thought maybe she had an apartment nearby is all. Who knows how rich people live?â
You huffed in amusement, reaching out without thought to ruffle his ears affectionately. The golden haired hybrid froze for a minute under your touch, and you wondered if youâd done something wrong, freezing as well, before a rumbling purr left his chest as he pressed his head further into your hand.
âYouâre too cute,â you murmured almost to yourself as you gently scratched his ears and stroked your hand over his face and neck, unable to keep the smile from your lips.
âWeâre only stopped here for a quick couple errands,â you explained to both twins, reluctantly pulling away from Atsumu who offered a pout but didnât protest, âI noticed you donât have as much as I thought you would, and I want to get you more comfortable collars to wear when weâre in public.â
Both twins hands immediately flew to the simple brown leather bands around their necks. All hybrids were required to wear collars in public to identify them as belonging to someone. The collars had a tag on them, which was essentially a small chip that had all their ownerâs information in it, that when scanned would tell someone how to get in contact with their owner. It was to ensure they behaved and that if they didnât their owner could be forced to take responsibility for their actions. Any hybrid who walked around without a collar immediately had the police called and was brought in and held until they could figure out why they were without.
Youâd heard horror stories about the way such hybrids were treated, innocent hybrids whoâd accidentally lost a collar somewhere and been so traumatized when they were finally returned to their owners that they were never the same again. Which of course was why you were determined it was never going to happen to your twins, even if a part of you balked at the idea of putting a symbol of ownership on another sentient being. Judging from the looks on their faces, Atsumuâs much easier to read than Osamuâs theyâd heard stories too, and neither of them bothered to protest.
âCome on,â you urged gently, climbing out of the car yourself, âThe sooner we get the unpleasant stuff done the sooner we get to the good stuff. Iâve got a couple things in mind Iâd like to get you both as welcome home presents, but if thereâs anything else you think you want or need feel free to ask.â
âPresents?â Atsumu asked eagerly, practically bounding out of the car.
âThatâs right,â you agreed with a small laugh, watching him sulk a bit as he realized his brother had beaten him in securing your free hand, Osamuâs fingers laced with your own and a smug smirk on the silver hybridâs face, âSo keep close and letâs get going okay?â
Luckily the mall wasnât too crowded, and while the twins got more then their fair share of admiring looks, doubtless both because of how good looking they were and how rare twin hybrids in general were, no one actually dared to approach your group, even as Atsumu practically bounced around glancing around the mall in fascination and reminding you more of an eager puppy than a supposedly slightly older cat hybrid.
Osamu was much more dignified and kept close to your side, though judging from his wide-eyed look that he couldnât quite hide behind his stoic façade he was just as in awe as his brother. You were starting to get an impression of their previous owner and it was far from good.
Youâd known that some owners kept their hybrids close to home, either because they were overly protective or possessive, and it had always rubbed you the wrong way. Ojirou had always allowed Kita and Suna to do as they pleased for the most part, treating them as capable adults and equals, more like roommates than the pets some treated their hybrids as and his was the example you were going to strive to follow.
It was why your errands today were so important, because while you would happily have let your twin hybrids run around as they pleased dressed however they pleased a collar was unfortunately the one thing they couldnât be without, especially if they were going to go outside without you.
Luckily the mall was outfitted with several hybrid specialty stores and it didnât take you long to find one dedicated entirely to collars. Both twins were a little wide eyed at the selection, and neither seemed to know quite what to say as you roamed through the aisles together looking at the selection.
Several of them made you grimace in outright distaste, the collars boasting accessories like inward facing spikes or tracking devices that would alert the owner if the hybrid tried to leave their home. It made you feel a little sick to your stomach, so you instead turned to the less intrusive ones.
âDo you see anything you like?â you asked the twins, squeezing Osamuâs hand affectionately, âYou donât have to wear collars in the house if you donât want to, but youâre going to need them if you want to leave when Iâm not home, which means youâll probably be wearing them a lot, so make sure to pick something you like. You can even pick a couple if you want it to match your outfit for the day or whatever I donât mind spending a little more to get a handful of chips programmed.â
Both twins blinked at you owlishly clearly startled by the offer, which made your heart hurt for them, even as they hesitantly turned back toward the displays, looking more closely than they had before.
âDo ya have any restrictions?â Osamu asked bluntly, not quite looking at you as he eyed a display of thick leather ones that didnât look comfortable in the slightest.
âNo,â you assured him, âIâm not the one who has to wear it.â
Osamu nodded slowly, and seemed to be taking his time as he perused the collars. You let him do as he liked, allowing him to lead. Youâd only loosened your hold on him once, thinking he may like to wander the store like his brother and not have to tow you along with him, but the way his hand had reflexively tightened on yours in response had put paid to that assumption and youâd immediately re-laced your fingers together.
In the end Atsumu approached you first, holding a collar out to you hopefully. It actually looked like it was meant more for a dog hybrid, thick black leather with steel spikes on it, making it look fairly fierce. Personally you thought it was gaudy and was probably going to be uncomfortable, but you tried not to let your distaste show, after all youâd said anything they wanted and youâd meant it. Luckily in the end you didnât need to say anything.
âWhat the hell is that?â Osamu demanded when he caught sight of the collar in his brotherâs hands, the disgusted look on his face letting you know his feelings quite clearly.
âItâs a collar scrub, what else would it be?â Atsumu replied with a sneer for his twin you were beginning to think was automatic.
âIâm not the scrub you are,â the silver twin sneered, âBecause only a scrub would wear somethinâ like that.â
âOy,â Atsumu interjected, with a fierce glare, âShe said we could have what we wanted.â
âYeah but she probably thought ya had some sort of taste, she doesnât know you well enough to know how scrubby ya are scrub,â Osamu hissed back.
âAlright guys,â you interjected gently, squeezing Osamuâs hand and reaching out to gently ruffle Atsumuâs ears, aware of the eyes of the cashier which had definitely turned in your direction given the twins were getting louder and louder by the second, âLetâs try to keep it to polite volume levels in public hmm?â
âSorry,â both twins grumbled, identical pouts on their faces that made you giggle.
âItâs alright,â you assured them fondly, âJust try to be good okay?â
They nodded though Osamu clearly needed to get the last word in as he turned to you with pleading eyes, âYa think itâs an abomination too donât ya?â
âI said you could have whatever you wanted,â you told him diplomatically, âIf this is what Atsumu likes, then of course he can have it.â
âHa, see!â Osamu demanded of his twin, clearly seeing right through your attempt at diplomacy, âShe thinks itâs ugly too!â
âDo ya really think itâs ugly?â Atsumu asked you sulkily eyeing the collar in his hands.
Youâd known before that you were weak to pleading eyes, but it turned out you were even more weak to the pleading copper eyes of your hybrid, the thought that he might be sad tugging at your heartstrings.
âI just worry youâll be uncomfortable,â you assured him, letting go of Osamuâs hand and gently cupping his face in your hands, rubbing your thumbs along his cheeks affectionately, the same way you did for one of the hybrids that occasionally came to your office to sulk when his owner brought him to work but didnât pay attention to him.
Atsumu immediately leaned into your palms, heavy lidded eyes half-shut with bliss as you explained, âItâs summer right now, and thereâs no padding so it will be hot, heavy and probably chafe. Plus didnât you say you wanted to play volleyball? Wonât it get in the way? I can definitely get it for you if you like it, but maybe pick something else too, okay?â
âKay,â your golden twin agreed, sounding completely and utterly content as he nuzzled into your hands, making your heart melt in your chest.
âWhat about this one?â Osamu offered, pulling your attention away from his brother.
He was holding a collar in his hands, one that actually looked more like a necklace a thin but sturdy looking cord of leather fastened with a silver chain in the front that clasped on both ends to a silver hoop that suspended a solid silver disc in the middle that on close inspection revealed that it housed the chip needed for identification.
âThat looks really nice,â you praised, letting out a breath of relief at his choice. You werenât a big fan of the collars in general, but seeing it look more like a necklace made it seem far more tolerable. Plus it was black and silver and thus would probably go with just about anything he chose to wear.
Letting go of Atsumu to take the collar from his twin, you completely missed the smug smirk directed over your shoulder by Osamu as you inspected it, though Atsumu certainly didnât, giving his twin an annoyed glare above your head.
In the end, while Atsumu sulked and complained about it, he did actually put the original collar heâd offered back and go with Osamuâs choice, even though you offered to get him both. He refused, sulking slightly all the while, but remained insistent that he only needed the one, even though you ended up buying four collars total, so you could have two back-ups. Though he did insist on holding your hand to make up for the disappointment.
Luckily the manager didnât seem to mind having to program all four collars, tapping away at the computer, while Atsumu sulked a bit by your side and Osamu somehow managed to all but radiate smug superiority. The cashier carefully ringing up your purchases for you as you pulled your wallet out.
âA word of advice?â the cashier offered as you waited for the programmed collars, surprising you with his forwardness.
âYouâre too indulgent with them,â he continued on, not giving you the chance to refute the need for him to speak, âHybridâs need a firm hand. Youâll spoil them if you let them get away with raising their voices in public and causing a scene. Donât ever let them forget their place.â
You felt more than saw both twins bristle on either side of you, and gently squeezed Atsumuâs hand, before laying your hand over the back of Osamuâs neck. You wouldnât care a bit if they wanted to verbally eviscerate the man who was eying them with clear distaste, a distaste you were almost sure stemmed from jealousy given the lascivious looks he probably thought you hadnât noticed levelled in your direction. Unfortunately, you also didnât want them to get into trouble, and werenât quite sure what the law said about how hybrids were allowed to defend themselves from humans, something you planned to rectify as soon as possible.
For now however you werenât about to let the twins get in trouble and cut in your tone as cold as you could make it, âI donât remember asking for your opinion, nor do I care about what you think in the least. Iâll treat them how I want to treat them, which means Iâll spoil and pamper them as much as I like. I suggest you keep your opinions to yourself in the future if you want to keep this business running. As it is Iâll be sending my complaint to your superiors. Letâs go guys, we can find other collars elsewhere. Itâs not like theyâre hard to find.â
âWait! The chips are already programmed and you havenât paid,â the manager protested, standing up from the computer looking utterly appalled.
âShouldâve thought of that before your employee opened his mouth, and decided to spew his unwanted bile everywhere,â you countered with a shrug, âIâd consider finding better employees in the future if I were you, or at least teach them to keep their mouths shut.â
âBut the chips canât be removed from these collars, theyâll be completely ruined,â the manager put in, sounding more than a bit despairing.
âIâm sorry,â you told her, feeling genuinely bad for the woman, after all it wasnât her fault the other employee was an ass, âBut thatâs not my problem. I refuse to support any sort of business that would treat its customers like this.â
The glare she leveled on her fellow employee was utterly ferocious and had him cowering back in his seat. Not that you could blame her for being upset, each collar was about three hundred USD so the sale they were losing out on was enormous.
âI can offer you a discount?â she tried hopefully, âFifty percent off?â
You tilted your head thoughtfully, but didnât reply instead turning to look at the twins whoâd clearly been more than ready to follow you out of the store, âWhat do you think?â
âUs?â Atsumu asked, clearly baffled.
âYes, you,â you told him with a fond smile, âYouâre the ones who got insulted, not me, and theyâre your collars. Iâm happy to buy you whatever you like from wherever you want it, whether thatâs here or somewhere else.â
âSeventy-five percent off,â Osamu bargained from her other side, taking you by surprise. You turned to see him watching the manager with shrewd eyes, and when it looked like she would protest he added in, âSeventy-five percent off and we wonât leave bad reviews on every site we can or send letters of complaint to upper management.â
âAgreed,â the manager huffed, shooting another vicious look at her employee, one that clearly read that it would be coming out of his salary.
You huffed, amused at Osamuâs bargaining, gently massaging your thumb against the base of his neck affectionately before releasing both twins and moving to pay, only spending a quarter of what youâd originally planned.
âNice work,â you praised the silver hybrid once the three of you were out of the store and out of earshot.
Osamu shot you a sly smirk, looking exceedingly pleased with himself as he walked beside you. Atsumu had claimed your hand this time, so he was carrying the bags, though it didnât seem to bother him in the least.
âNow that, thatâs taken care of, letâs go grab your gifts,â you told the twins, tugging them along to the PineApple store.
âPresents?â Atsumu asked eagerly, practically bounding along beside you, your intertwined hands swinging back and forth between you.
Laughing you simply pulled him with you into the store. Both twins were wide-eyed as you browsed through, clearly unused to the cutting edge technology on display, both of them exceedingly cautious with the expensive looking tech. It took some gentle urging, but eventually you managed to get phones and laptops picked out for each of them.
âIsnât this too much,â Osamu asked you in an undertone, clearly worried as an employee walked Atsumu through getting his laptop set up. It turned out that of the twins Osamu was definitely more technically savvy and loved his new laptop, though Atsumu had already managed to download several apps and games on to his phone and was thoroughly enjoying them as well, âItâs expensive.â
âI have the money,â you assured him gently, âAnd besides, everyone has a phone these days. I want you guys to have them in case you get in trouble when Iâm not home and need to reach me, like if you got lost or hurt or simply need a human to ensure youâre treated fairly. Iâd feel awful if you needed me and I didnât know.â
âThe laptops are so you donât get too bored at home, though I hope youâll find things to enjoy outside the apartment too,â you continued, absently stroking your hand up and down his back.
âWill you be wanting hybrid trackers in the new phones?â the employee asked, her voice professional as she began to ring up your purchases.
You hesitated. On one hand you hated the idea of invading the twins privacy, and on the other you knew that you fully intended to let them roam as they pleased so wouldnât it be better to have the tracker just in case? A quick glance showed that Osamu was impassive as ever, and even Atsumu just looked bored, not paying any attention whatsoever, instead tapping away at his new phone.
âWhat do you think?â you asked them, more than willing to hear their opinions on the matter.
âYouâre the owner,â Osamu told her, apparently speaking for both of them as he gave an unconcerned shrug, which wasnât helpful in the least.
You grimaced a bit trying to think of a compromise before finally pulling out your own phone and asking the employee, âIs there anyway to ensure all three of the phones will track each other?â
âLet me go ask,â she told you politely, turning away to go grab someone more knowledgeable.
âThatâs fair right?â you asked hesitantly, âThis way you know where I am too and can come find me if you need me.â
���Yeah,â Osamu agreed, giving you a look that you thought might be something as close to awe as youâd seen on the silver haired hybrid, âYeah thatâs fair.â
The employee quickly returned and confirmed they could indeed make all three phones track one another, and in the span of a few minutes managed to get your purchases complete. Feeling like that was probably enough for now, you led them back towards the car.
It was starting to get pretty late, and the minute youâd exited the mall Osamuâs stomach had given a loud rumbling growl. Atsumu had made fun of him for all of a minute, before his own stomach betrayed him. Youâd shaken your head at their antics, but allowed a surprisingly eager Osamu to order whatever he wanted for carryout from the Chinese place near your apartment.
One quick stop for the food, and you finally managed to bring your new hybrids home. Both of them were a little quiet as you led them up to your apartment, staring around and clearly taking everything in. Either Ojirou, Kita and Suna werenât home, or theyâd decided to give you time to settle with the twins as they didnât emerge from their apartment as you arrived in the hallway and fumbled the door open.
âHere we are,â you told them, hitting the lights, âHome sweet home.â
Both twins were laden with things, carrying their purchases, the food, and their things from the adoption center. Still looking at them was enough to make your heart clench. It had only taken one trip to bring everything up, but despite hybrids being stronger than normal humans it still made your heart clench to see how very little the twins actually had. Each of them only had a medium sized suitcase of things, and Atsumu had a worn volleyball but that was it aside from the things youâd bought them. It was something you were determined to fix for the future, but for now youâd make do.
âI know youâre hungry, so unless you want to settle in for a bit first we can eat and then Iâll show you around,â you offered.
The twins exchanged looks, but nodded in clear agreement. You pointed out the bathroom just in case, but then brought them to the kitchen, trying to show them where everything was as you pulled utensils from the drawers. Osamu clearly paid much more attention to her explanations than Atsumu did, though both diligently helped her set the table.
The food was really good, and thankfully sparked more conversation, even if it was more subdued than earlier, all of them worn out from the long day theyâd had. Osamu was clearly very interested in food, and not just in eating it the way his brother was. You managed to coax out that heâd cooked for their previous owner from time to time, and told him that as long as he was careful he was more than free to use her kitchen and anything in it for whatever he wanted earning what felt like her first real smile from the silver haired twin.
Despite how tired they clearly were, both twins helped you clean up. For the first time since youâd first discovered the lovely little Chinese restaurant there werenât actually any leftovers, the twins having consumed everything you said you didnât want. As they worked you noted it really was kind of nice, even if things were quiet, to have the company as they went about their tasks.
âAlright, so I wasnât sure if youâd want your own rooms or if youâd want to share,â you told them, gesturing for them to follow, âWeâre going to have to do some shopping either way, since theyâre your rooms and I want you to be able to personalize them any way you want, but I think theyâre pretty equal in size.â
The twins stared at you, clearly surprised, glancing at each other, to the rooms youâd offered, to you, and back again, the gesture making her more than a bit nervous. Youâd thought there was plenty of space for the two of them, but maybe they didnât see it that way?
âWe get our own rooms?â Atsumu asked at last, finally breaking the silence, his voice quiet and disbelieving, copper eyes huge in his face.
âIf you want them, then of course theyâre yours,â you assured him, concerned, âI still have to clean out my study, but I didnât want to delay adopting you and I donât think it will take too long. Thereâs a pull out futon in there, though youâre more than free to share if you want a bed, or I can take the futon and one of you can have my bed for now. Iâve certainly slept on the futon before and I donât mind.â
âYouâd give up your bed?â Osamu repeated, looking like youâd just smacked him over the head with a fish, more surprise on his face then youâd thought him capable of showing.
âJust until we find something for you,â you told him, a little puzzled at his surprise but with the sinking feeling that your suspicions about their former owner were correct.
âBut, why?â Atsumu asked you, wide eyed and a little teary.
âBecause, youâre mine now,â you assured him, unable to quite find the words you wanted to say, but hoping you were conveying your feelings at the very least, âAnd Iâm going to do everything I can to keep you safe and happy.â
The sad mewling sound he made in response to your words was enough to break your heart, as he pitched forward squeezing you into his chest and burying his face in your shoulder. You pressed your cheek to his hair, rubbing his back soothingly with one arm even as you automatically opened the other one for his twin, a gesture that was slowly becoming more and more familiar to you.
Osamu didnât sob the way his twin did, but the way he squeezed you tight let you know he was just as moved as Atsumu even if he was quieter about it. Seeing their genuine gratitude for what you felt was common courtesy broke your heart, but even as it ached and you did your best to soothe them you swore to yourself, to love and care for your new hybrids so theyâd never want for anything ever again to be the best owner it was possible to be after all they deserved nothing less.
Like this? Please feel free to drop in to my ask box and make requests! Just make sure to read the rules first!
Want to commission me or just support my writing? Visit my ko-fi!
#miya atsumu#miya osamu#atsumu miya#miya atsumu x female reader#miya atsumu x you#miya atsumu x reader#osamu miya#miya osamu x female reader#miya osamu x you#miya osamu x reader#atsumu x female reader#atsumu x you#atsumu x reader#osamu x female reader#osamu x you#osamu x reader x atsumu#JayeRaySpice#JayeRayWrites#pawsandclawscollab#atsumu angst#atsumu fluff#osamu angst#osamu fluff#eventual smut#twin kittens
179 notes
¡
View notes
Text
ă requests: breeding kink, aran also gives lots of kisses during sex & soft daddie dom aran ä¸Â @kiyokensâ & @kodzu-kenâă
ă warnings/tags: fluff, breeding kink, use of daddyă
ă submit a request for my nutvember event! Â ă
âyouâre my sweet girl, arenât you?â
aranâs lean body is hovering above you, calloused hands pushing your thighs apart and knees set up to your ears. the burn of the stretch of your muscles is muted compared to his deep thrusts.
thereâs hardly any space between your bodies, heated skin meshing together, swollen lips bumping up against each other. your juices are making a sticky mess on the soft sheets below you.
sex with aran has always been intimate in a way that used to terrify you. itâs been intense from the start, the way his ashy eyes demanded attention and how he could almost always tell what you were thinking. you canât help the way your skin burns when youâre underneath him, and the way your insides feel all mushy when he has you caged between his arms.Â
his dark skin is glistening with sweat, muscles rippling as he holds you down and pushes into your pussy. the effort of restraining your flailing limbs is probably taking a toll on him, but he barely seems to notice as he leans down and brushes his cheeks against your heated skin.
you whimper as he fucks into your cunt, straining the muscles in your back and hips as you arch into him. each drop of his hips has your limbs twitching and you claw onto his back. the way his thick cock hits all the right spots in your cunt has your eyes glistening.
âso good for me,â he whispers as he sprinkles kisses under your tearing eyes and forehead. âyouâre going to make such pretty babies for me, arenât you?â
the way his charcoal eyes peer into you, has you trying pressing your hands in front of your face, breaking the eye contact that he always reinforces.
ânone of that,â he demands, pushing your hands away from your face.Â
the momentary pause in the movement of hips has you keening, begging him to not stop. yanking one of your legs to sling over his shoulder; this position letâs him even deeper in you, his hips pressed directly into your sweet spots, shooting prickles of heat into your stomach.Â
âdaddy, right there,â you whimper. pressing delicate kisses against the smooth skin of your calves, he keeps his eyes trained on your puffy lips, a soft smile pulling at the corner of his lips at your dazed expression.
when his fingers start rubbing on your puffy clit, youâre cumming instantly. your toes flex and your muscles lock and your eyes roll back into your head, the warm, tingly washing over you. your voiceâs stuck in your throat, but the tears dripping down our temples let him know how good his little girl is feeling.
you can tell heâs close to cumming when his slow thrusts start to speed up and the grip he has on you becomes bruising. the shocked squeaks you let seem to spur him even further has his thrusts become more harsh.
shifting his arms to wrap around the curves of your hips, he yanks you up until your bare body is placed on his firm thighs, your legs wrapping around his waist.Â
âsuch a good girl,â he murmurs, tracing his lips on your sweaty shoulder. âour babies are going to look so beautiful.â
the property of nectarous, do NOT repost on here or other sites.
#haikyuu smut#haikyuu x reader#aran x reader#aran smut#aran ojirou x reader#aran ojiro smut#tag:[fluff]#tag:[breeding]#ty for indulging me
1K notes
¡
View notes
Text
ă warnings/tags: consensual somnophilia, mild breathplay, hurt/comfort(?), fluff-ish ă
ă word count: 465 ă
ă a/n: is this angsty, or am i just sensitive ă
you wake up to the feeling of soothing heat pressed up against your back, the subduing scent of aranâs sweaty musk, and the familiar feeling of your cunt being stretched around his cock.
when he notices youâre awake, he doesnât say anything; he doesnât think heâs able to. not with all the concentration with tepid thrusts and the splatters kisses on the back of your neck and pressing and finally being able to touch you.Â
remnants of sleep still clouding the sensations and that giddy lovesick feeling makes your head all fuzzy, eating away at the bitter aching that settled into your chest.
his familiar heatâs almost suffocating; you can feel his impatience and at being forced away from you so long in the way. you can feel it in the way that he didnât bother to shift to a more comfortable position, settling to awkwardly shove your leggings to your knees. youâre splayed awkwardly on the bed, even with that painful twist in your back, your heart thunders.Â
youâre both busy people, professionals in your separate jobsâ that means countless work conferences and away games and the general suffocation of adult life. itâs been weeks since the two of you last saw each other. the both of you attempt to maintain some semblance of normalcy by keeping in constant contact, but itâs never the same. his warmth doesnât translate over a glass screen.
âmissed you so much.âÂ
heâs shifting you around, pushing your cheeks into the mattress and forcing your back to arch into him. your knees knock awkwardly together, still tangled in soft cotton, and your heavy arms are under your pillow. youâre trapped in a tangle of clothes and heated limbs, broad chest forcing you to bend your spine.
it hurts just a little, but itâs pain you need right now. itâs different from the hollow aching youâve been feeling, that awful bleak frigidness that chilled your ribcage. this is a good hurt, a fiery hurt, a necessary ache that washes over you in bittersweet bliss. it lets you know heâs real, and that heâs finally here, and that this isnât some cruel dream that your subconscious decided to taunt you with.
thereâs definitely no doubt that youâre wide awake now, his barely-murmured honeyed voice washing over you, as he lets you know how much it hurt him to stay away from his girl, how loves you, how heâs not going anywhere anytime soon. you feel molten, all ooey gooey inside from his sweet little mumblings and how heâs pressed so definitively on top of you.
a hot hand wraps around your throat, squeezing at the delicate column not tight enough to cut your airflow off, but to remind you that you're his. no amount of space or time can change that.Â
do not repost anywhere or recommend off of tumblr.
#haikyuu smut#haikyuu x reader#aran smut#aran x reader#aran ojirou smut#tag:[somnophilia]#tag:[breathplay]#a little short one for mr. 12 inch soft
286 notes
¡
View notes
Text
If Aran could let me run my fingers through his happy trail while I suck his cock that would be great
5 notes
¡
View notes