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8:30.
8:30 a.m. was Tooru’s pride and joy. It was the time where he had everything he needed finished for the day, at the same time, every day. While his husband and children slept, he woke up before the sun. The first thing he did was follow an intricate skin routine he had read about from a magazine. Then, he would dress in the clothes he had ironed the night before, usually a color-coordinated ensemble of a button-up shirt tucked into beige slacks, completed with a sweater-vest, or a cardigan.
He only wore pastel colors. Wakatoshi had once told him that they made his skin glow. The next day, he donated every garment he owned that was of a dark fabric. He then begged Wakatoshi to take him shopping. It had worked, luckily, and now Tooru had several clothing items to choose from.
Once he was dressed, Tooru immediately began on breakfast. Cooking for a family of five was taxing, especially with the variety of food he put out for each of his children. Yuto, his oldest at the age of six, who was picky about his produce, gets neatly sliced melon. The middle child, Haruki, only eats his food if the solids do not touch anything wet. Yui, the youngest member of the family, has barely ventured into solid food. Tooru makes sure to mush up her food the exact way he needs it to be. Wakatoshi didn’t like the idea of buying store-bought baby food. After all, a good omega should be able to provide for their children without outside help.
Breakfast usually took an hour to prepare. Tooru pretended that it didn’t bother him when his family would eat it in less than five minutes and leave the table with barely a thank you. He didn’t have the time. After breakfast, he dressed each child, making sure their clothes were neatly pressed. Wakatoshi always dressed in the suit Tooru laid out for him the night before. Precisely ten minutes before the children were picked up, Wakatoshi kissed each of them goodbye. Then, like clockwork, he kissed Tooru goodbye, giving him a peck on the cheek. Always a peck on the cheek.
The ten minutes in between Wakatoshi leaving and the children being picked up was spent making sure Yuto and Haruki had everything they needed for school. They always did. Tooru packed their bags for them the night before. He never forgot anything. Then, at exactly 8:30, their neighbor would arrive with his own child, and the four of them would walk to the school together. Tooru had at first been against letting someone else take his children to school. It was his job, after all. But Wakatoshi agreed, which meant Tooru did.
By 8:30, everyone was where they were supposed to be, and Tooru was successful in getting his family ready for the day. Usually, he would begin doing the laundry, or vacuuming, or preparing the weeks packed lunches. But that day, was a Monday, which meant his mother would be picking up Yui for the morning while Tooru did the weekly shopping trip. And Mondays, were the days Tooru saw him.
The new hire at the supermarket was an alpha. But not the way Wakatoshi was. Wakatoshi exuded his secondary gender in his presence. His scent was always strong, smelling of copper. He never wore scent patches to hide it. He didn’t take no for an answer from anyone. In every room he was in, it was clear that he was the dominant figure. Even other alphas looked up to him.
But the new hire at the supermarket commanded the room in other ways. His arms were toned, too buff for his shirt, making the fabric tight as he carefully placed groceries in the paper bags. Even though he was working, he barely paid the costumers any mind. His focus was solely on the job, making him nearly unapproachable. Most of the omegas who shopped there steered clear of him, including Tooru. Instead, he watched from afar, as he always did. The new hire’s hands were veiny, flexing as he piled someone’s groceries after the cashier scanned them. His shoulders were broad, spanning out the polo shirt. The apron was tied just too tight around his waist, emphasizing his thick frame. Tooru was taller than him by a couple inches, but he always felt as though he should cower when he was around the man. He was lucky it was required for employees at the store to use scent patches, because if he could smell him, he would probably drool.
It’s not until the new employee has been working at the store for over a month that Tooru gets close to him. As usual, Monday mornings at the store are quiet, with mostly other omega homemakers doing their shopping. One register was open. The line was longer than usual, and Tooru was at the back of it, trying his best not to stare at the man. Or at least be caught staring.
“Iwaizumi, open the other register,” the manager of the store says when he notices the line. Tooru watches as the alpha nods, walking over to the other cash register. He flips the sign to open, and looks up, his eyes meeting with Tooru’s. They were a dark chestnut brown, reminded Tooru of his favorite cakes. As he stares, he notices the man saying something. It’s not until he repeats it, looking annoyed, that Tooru realizes he’s speaking to him.
“I can help you over here,” the man, Iwaizumi, Tooru has now learned, says. His voice is gruff, hoarser than Tooru expected it to be. He walks over silently, piling his groceries on the conveyer belt as quickly as he can. Iwaizumi scans each item quickly, stacking them in the brown paper bags without looking. Tooru had bought more than he usually did on account for his mother’s birthday party coming up. When Iwaizumi finishes scanning, he struggles to pick up the last bag. “I can help you take these to your car,” Iwaizumi says, grabbing the last bag.
“Thank you,” Tooru says, averting his gaze, despite how much he wanted to see those eyes again. Wakatoshi didn’t like him talking to other alphas at all, much less admiring their looks. Iwaizumi follows him out silently, waiting as Tooru hastily places the bags in the back of the car. Then, he turns to Iwaizumi, who holds the bag out for him. When he takes it from the other man, their fingers brush against each other. Iwaizumi has no reaction, but Tooru does.
When their fingers brush together, Tooru feels something deep in his gut begin nagging at him. He thanks Iwaizumi profusely, bowing lower than he knows he should. Iwaizumi shrugs it off, thanks him for shopping, and returns to his job. On the car ride home, Tooru sits further up on the seat, letting the warm buzz of the engine soothe his core.
The Monday after that, he sees Iwaizumi again, this time sweeping around the store. Tooru crosses his legs while he reads a magazine later in the day, pretending that he didn’t feel hot under his clothes. The next Monday, Iwaizumi is stocking one of the shelves, reaching high up, placing cases of bottles. He’s wearing a t-shirt instead of the polo shirt. There’s a faint line of sweat on the collar. Tooru sits on top of the dryer for the five minutes of free time he has while the water boils on the stove.
Their hands touch again over two months since Iwaizumi begins working at the store. He’s on register again. Tooru pays him in cash. Iwaizumi’s hand brushes him when he hands him his change. The feeling of the alpha’s warm skin against him sends a jolt through Tooru’s stomach. He sits in his car in the parking lot for a moment, watching Iwaizumi helping another costumer through the window. Slowly, he reaches between his thighs, letting his fingers brush against the fabric of his high-waisted jeans. The fabric is tight around his waist, digging into his stomach as he sits. It would be too difficult to stick his hand down his pants. Not to mention the humiliation if someone knew what he was doing in the parking lot. For a moment, just a moment, Tooru cups himself through his jeans. He feels himself beginning to get wet, slick slightly sticking to his underwear. Inside, Iwaizumi hands another omega their bag, his hand brushing against theirs, and Tooru suddenly remembers he has frozen chicken in the back.
It’s not fair.
It’s not fair that Tooru has to go to that supermarket. It’s the only one where Wakatoshi has an account, so he gets discounts. It’s the only one Wakatoshi permitted Tooru to go to. He was a good omega. He only went where he was supposed to. It’s not fair that Iwaizumi only needed to look in Tooru’s direction to get the omega thinking impure thoughts. Thoughts of hands that were not his husbands, his mates, on him.
Thoughts that led him to where he was now. Dinner was on the stove, nearly finished, the fish cooked just the way Wakatoshi preferred it. Yuto and Haruki were still at school, only twenty minutes left. The neighbor would walk them home with his children, which meant they would be home within half an hour. Yui had been good all day, tiring herself out after Tooru bounced her as she cried during his laundry time. She was asleep in her crib in the next room. Tooru watched the baby monitor intently, waiting for the familiar sound of her crying. But she was sound asleep.
Tooru walks back and forth. He had already read every magazine in the house more than once. Wakatoshi hadn’t brought him a new one yet. There was Wakatoshi’s bookcase, of course, but that was in his office. Tooru was only allowed in there when his husband was. Besides, books were too long for him, he didn’t have enough free time to read a whole one. The T.V. was only used after dinner, when they watched game shows as a family. Only a bad omega would watch T.V. instead of doing work to better themselves, or their family.
That day was hotter than the rest, which meant he wore shorts instead of pants. They were of a thinner material, stopping at his mid-thigh. His mother had bought them for him, which meant they didn’t fit properly at the waist, fitting more comfortably than his clothes usually did. He knew he needed to do something. Begin prepping for tomorrow’s breakfast. Iron Wakatoshi’s suit for the next day. Reorganize their closet.
But Tooru couldn’t concentrate with the… feeling in between his legs. One he was only supposed to feel in heat. He could feel his core pulsing, clenching around nothing, the familiar gnawing feeling in his lower stomach clouding his thoughts. He needed to ignore it. He was being a bag omega. A bad husband. Mother. If Wakatoshi found out that his mate was having thoughts of another alpha, Tooru feared what he would do. Wakatoshi had never been violent. He had never laid a hand on Tooru, or any of the children. But Tooru knew instincts could make you act rashly. Out of character.
It was only for his safety. If Wakatoshi got home and noticed Tooru smelled of slick, he would become suspicious. He wasn’t due for a heat for another month, so there was no reason he should be thinking about sex at all. It was just a precaution.
So, for precaution, Tooru finds himself grabbing several pairs of his shoes from the closet. He throws them in the dryer and turns it on, listening for a moment as they bounce around in the machine. Then, he climbs on top, sitting with his legs spread, his feet dangling off the sides. Slowly, he grabs the front of the machine for balance, and closes his eyes. The vibration of the machine, along with the shoes jumbling around, makes his instincts begin to kick in. Slick leaks out of his folds, staining his panties. He bites his lip, grinding his hips in a slow circle, stimulating himself from the outside. It had been months since his last heat or Wakatoshi’s rut, so he felt himself reaching a climax faster than he expected. With one last circle, Tooru gasps, feeling his pussy pulsing, the ache in his stomach finally gone.
By the time his thoughts clear, he’s panting. He checks the time, only ten minutes until the children arrive home for the evening. Tooru’s shorts are soaked, his slick leaking past his underwear. He cleans them in the sink just in time.
He begins wearing liners in his underwear every Monday at the anticipation of seeing Iwaizumi. Most of the time, they don’t interact at all. When they do, they barely speak as Tooru pays for his groceries. Every car ride home he rocks against the seat while he drives. Then, in the ten minutes he has before his mother drops Yui off again, he sits on the dryer and grinds against it until the tension is released.
The first heat he has after seeing Iwaizumi for the first time is different than the rest. As usual, he begins showing symptoms the day before. His skin grows hot. He runs a fever. Even small touches send a chill down his spine. Once his parents pick up the children for the next few days, Tooru immediately goes to the heat room. Wakatoshi didn’t let him have heats in their bedroom. He didn’t want to clean up the mess afterward.
The heat room was small, in the back of the house, and locked most of the time. Wakatoshi kept the key hidden in his office so that Tooru couldn’t use it when he wasn’t in heat. In a small chest, Tooru kept several toys that Wakatoshi had bought him over the years. It sits next to a twin bed, just as comfy as the one in the master bedroom, but with much less space.
Tooru practically rips off his clothes and goes for the chest. He knew Wakatoshi wouldn’t assist him until the third day, the worst day. Which meant Tooru had two days to spend alone. Wakatoshi wouldn’t be able to tell he was thinking of the supermarket alpha and not him. As soon as the first toy breaches his hole, Tooru cries out, his body reacting more than it usually did. He comes almost as soon as the fake knot is seated inside him, but it’s not enough. None of the toys are enough. Not matter what he tries, he’s not clenching around Iwaizumi’s knot.
On the third day, Wakatoshi knocks on the door with a tray of food and water. Tooru eats quickly, chugging the water in a way he knows isn’t very omega-like. But before Wakatoshi can complain, he turns around and presents, angling his hips up to his husband. Behind him, Wakatoshi mumbles something he can’t hear. Just as he’s about to start begging, Wakatoshi runs his thumb across the outside of Tooru’s folds. The touch of another human makes Tooru nearly melt into the mattress. He cries out and shakes his hips, feeling a gush of slick leak out of his hole and onto the sheets. For a moment, he hopes that Wakatoshi would play with him. But that’s not how their relationship worked.
Wakatoshi mounts him, fucking him slow, but deep. When his knot finally pops, he’s buried deep inside Tooru, who comes with a scream. He feels lucky that he didn’t cry out for Iwaizumi. He wonders if Iwaizumi would play with him the way he wanted to. For Wakatoshi, Tooru’s heats were always a chore.
A day after his heat, Wakatoshi announces that they’ll be having company for dinner, taking advantage of the fact the children are still with their grandparents. Tooru looks in their fridge, horrified of the lack of ingredients to cook a proper meal. Wakatoshi never went shopping, and Tooru had been in heat on Monday. He announces that he needs to make a quick trip to the supermarket.
So, on a Thursday, Tooru showers, scrubbing the remnants of his heat off. He dresses plainly, in that same pair of shorts his mother bought him, and a pastel yellow polo-shirt Wakatoshi had bought him for the holidays the year before. When he walks into the store, everything is the same, including Iwaizumi. This time, he’s talking with the manager, clearly agitated. Wearing the t-shirt instead of the polo. Sweaty from stocking.
Tooru does his shopping quickly, ignoring the familiar hip pain he usually felt after a heat. Wakatoshi always squeezed his hips tightly when he mounted him. On his way out of the store, he notices Iwaizumi outside, smoking a cigarette. Distracted, Tooru trips on the sidewalk, stumbling forward with his groceries. He lands with a hard thud, setting a shock to his already sore body. Luckily, nothing in the bags were fragile. He watches as a couple of lemons roll on the cement, stopping when someone picks them up.
To Tooru’s horror, Iwaizumi is the one who picked them up. “Are you okay?” he asks, his voice gruff from the smoke.
“I’m sorry,” Tooru exclaims, keeping his head down. He was a bad omega. Good omegas were good homemakers. Good homemakers don’t fall on their face in the supermarket when they had limited time to make dinner. “I’m so sorry,” he repeats, keeping his head down in the presence of an alpha. “I shouldn’t have tried to carry so much. I-“
“It’s okay,” Iwaizumi interrupts. Tooru finally looks up, noticing the alphas hand reaching out to him. His fingers are thicker up close, calloused. Tooru begins to wonder how they would feel probing his body. It would be rude not to take his hand, right?
When their hands touch, Tooru feels a tingling in his spine, and his eyes widen as he feels slick beginning to build in the liner he put on before he left. It was meant to catch the remnants of his heat, not get ruined because Tooru couldn’t get ahold of himself at the market. “Thank you,” he says, his voice shaky. When he’s standing up again, he notices Iwaizumi’s eyes raking over his body. It’s then he realizes he forgot to put on a scent patch before he left, meaning Iwaizumi was able to tell he was on the tail-end of a heat.
“Let me help you,” Iwaizumi says. Tooru’s knees go weak for a moment when he imagines Iwaizumi helping him through his heat. Was it possible the store employee had felt the same attraction to him?
“I, uh-“ Tooru starts, getting ready to mumble something about already having a partnet, when Iwaizumi bends down and picks up the remnants of his groceries.
“It’s the blue car, right?” Iwaizumi asks. Tooru nods, noticing how Iwaizumi’s biceps flex beneath the two bags of groceries. He had parked on the side of the building instead of in the front, wanting for avoid as many people as possible.
“Thank you,” Tooru says when they reach his car. He opens the trunk and watching Iwaizumi carefully place the bags. “I’m so sorry about this. I’ll try to be less clumsy next time.”
“Don’t apologize,” Iwaizumi says, taking a step behind Tooru. Tooru begins to close the trunk, when he feels a hot breath against the back of his neck. Iwaizumi was practically inhaling his scent, his nose near his swollen scent gland. For a while, they just stand, Tooru feeling himself progressively getting wetter while Iwaizumi smelled the strong scent of slick painting the air. “Accidents happen,” Iwaizumi whispers.
Without thinking about it, Tooru presses his hips back, letting them meet Iwaizumi’s. The alpha wasn’t fully hard, but Tooru could tell he was growing more interested. What are you doing? You’re mated! You have a husband at home. He’s supposed to be the one taking care of this. With a sigh, Tooru feels his stomach beginning to ache in anticipation. The liner was ruined, soaked with his slick, and he could tell it would leak into his shorts if he wasn’t careful.
But the thing was, he wasn’t careful. Tooru widens his stance, angling his feet further apart. Behind him, he feels Iwaizumi shift, and suddenly, there’s a hand cupping a handful of his ass. Tooru whimpers. He was short on time. He needed to defrost the chicken. The hand glides further down. Iwaizumi cups the outline of Tooru’s pussy in his palm, earning a sharp gasp from the omega. “Please,” Tooru whispers, closing his eyes. Luckily, this side of the parking lot was empty. But the scent of an omega on the end of heat would garner someone’s attention if they weren’t quick.
Through his clothes, Tooru feels Iwaizumi’s fingers move, applying pressure to his clit from the outside. He sighs, grinding into the sensation, feeling his slick beginning to soak through the pad. It doesn’t take long for him to become puddy in Iwaizumi’s hands. They develop a consistent rhythm, and Tooru comes, his legs shaking. Once the high of his orgasm fades, he turns around. Iwaizumi licks the slick off of his hand and walks back inside the store. Tooru keeps his eyes on the floor during dinner.
The following Monday Tooru decides to wear the same pair of shorts to the market. Iwaizumi opens a register almost as soon as he’s done shopping. He pays for the food in silence, watching as Iwaizumi scans Wakatoshi’s debit card. As he reaches for the bags, Iwaizumi grabs them first. “I’ll walk you out,” Iwaizumi says. He carries the bags around the building to Tooru’s car. He had parked in the same spot as before. Tooru’s eyes fall on another omega browsing the produce section through the window as Iwaizumi massages his pussy through his clothes. He comes with a muffled gasp, his slick once again staining through the material.
It becomes a pattern. Every Monday, Iwaizumi always walks Tooru to his car, helping him put the groceries in the back. And every Monday, Tooru comes in the parking lot, just on the feeling of Iwaizumi’s hand through the shorts. He goes through liners like he never has before, but Wakatoshi doesn’t seem to notice.
Wakatoshi’s next rut falls on a Friday. It lasts the normal three days. While the children stay with their grandparents, Tooru spends all weekend on his hands and knees, listening to the headboard hitting the wall as Wakatoshi slams his hips against his ass. He gets wet by reaction, his body leaking slick, but doesn’t come once. Wakatoshi finishes too fast, knotting him, and then practically falling asleep behind him waiting for the knot to go down.
“You look so good carrying my pups, Tooru,” Wakatoshi whispers in his ear on the last day. “We should try for another one on your next heat,” Tooru only nods, his mind more focused on how much his knees hurt from being in the mounting position for so long.
Being fucked all weekend without coming makes Tooru extra needy the Monday after Wakatoshi’s rut. As soon as Yui is out the door, he sits on the arm of the couch, and grinds his hips down. Just as his orgasm begins to build, he imagines Iwaizumi’s hands on him, and sighs. With an annoyed huff, he grabs his keys, and gets to the store. He shops obnoxiously fast, nearly pushing another omega out of the way for a package of oranges. Iwaizumi’s register has a small line, but Tooru gets in anyway. He stands with his legs close together, squeezing his thighs for any sort of friction.
Luckily, no one gets behind him in line, and Iwaizumi grabs his groceries without asking. Tooru follows him around to the car, only to find another car parked next to his, with an older woman sitting in the front seat. Tooru curses to himself in his head, feeling a wave of slick being soaked by the pad. “Please,” he whispers, keeping his head away from Iwaizumi’s gaze.
To his surprise, Iwaizumi’s hand finds his hip, and Tooru nearly gets on his knees and presents right there. Instead, he backs up as Iwaizumi closes the trunk. For a moment, he’s sure the cashier is going to just leave him alone and walk back inside. Instead, he guides Tooru around the side of the market, to the back. Iwaizumi unlocks one of the cars and looks around for a moment before gesturing for Tooru to get into the back seat. Hesitantly, Tooru complies, thinking more about the insatiable feeling in between his thighs instead of questioning himself for getting into a strange car.
“You smell like another alpha,” Iwaizumi says, climbing into the back seat alongside Tooru. He shuts the car door, and they sit in silence for a moment, the only sound accompanying them coming from the street next to the store. “Your alpha. He was just in rut, wasn’t he?”
“Yes,” Tooru answers, keeping his gaze off Iwaizumi. From the corner of his eye, he notices Iwaizumi pull something under the seat, and suddenly their pushed back, making more room in the small space.
“Did you spend it with him?” Iwaizumi asks. Tooru feels his large hands brush over his inner thighs, creeping up his shorts. He gasps as Iwaizumi’s hand travels up far enough to poke at his clit through the pad, before sliding back out.
“I had to,” Tooru answers, his voice shaky. He sucks in a tight breath when he feels Iwaizumi’s hand unzip the front of the shorts, exposing his baby blue panties. Wakatoshi only let him wear panties.
“You’re a good omega,” Iwaizumi says, using one hand to lift Tooru’s hips off the seat, and the other to pull his shorts down just enough to show off his panties. The liner is clearly visible, the white flaps sticking to the underside of the fabric. But it’s used, Tooru’s slick spilling out the sides, making his inner thighs shine.
“Please,” Tooru begs, his voice at a whisper. His mouth drops open as Iwaizumi pulls down his underwear, the squelching sound of the slick build-up in his liner making his cheeks turn even redder. A thin string of slick connects the pad to Tooru’s pussy, and he watches with wide eyes as Iwaizumi inhales the scent. His car would smell like Tooru for weeks at this rate. Being denied climax for days made Tooru especially frustrated, shown in how red and swollen his clit was. Iwaizumi just stares at him for a moment, before he hesitantly reaches forward, using his pointer finger to part the folds, the squelching sound seemingly echoing in the small space of the car.
“You’re soaked,” Iwaizumi says, smirking. “And this isn’t even from heat,” he says, more to himself. Tooru nods quickly, his breathing growing labored. He needed Iwaizumi to touch him, or he was going to lose it. Luckily, Iwaizumi gets the message, and breaches his hole with his pointer finger. Tooru moans at the feeling, reveling in how exploratory Iwaizumi is. His finger plunges deep into him, to his knuckles, and swirls around, gliding against Tooru’s velvety walls. It’s not long before he adds another finger. Tooru takes it easily, his pussy pulsing, clenching around the intrusion. He imagines it’s Iwaizumi’s knot, and feels another gush of slick leak out of him.
Eventually, Iwaizumi develops a slow pace, dragging his two fingers up and down the front of Tooru’s walls. He babbles to himself, forming incoherent sentences. When Iwaizumi adds a third finger, he repositions Tooru on the seat so he’s facing the back of the driver’s seat. Then, Tooru fights back a moan as he feels Iwaizumi’s fingers move faster, curling inside of him. He cries out when he feels Iwaizumi’s other hand join, vigorously rubbing against his clit. He was wet before, but now, he feels a steady stream of slick pouring out of him, ruining his shorts and soaking into Iwaizumi’s car seat. “Iwa-“ he starts, panting. Inside, he feels something inside him growing, different from any orgasm he’s had before. “Iwa… chan,” he continues, trying to say something. Anything to warn the alpha.
But he’s not fast enough, and suddenly, he spots his own slick gushing out of his pussy, the spray covering the back of the seat in front of him. He tries to apologize, but his words get stuck in his throat as another wave comes, this time splashing further down, onto the floor of the car. Iwaizumi grunts, baring his teeth as he watches the third and final wave hit Tooru, his red and abused pussy contracting around his fingers before gushing out once more, staining the bottom half of the driver’s seat.
Next to him, Tooru mumbles an apology, his eyes wide at the scene. Iwaizumi slowly pulls his fingers out of the omega and licks himself clean. “I… I’m so sorry, Iwaizumi-san, I didn’t know I-“
“You didn’t know it could be like this?” Iwaizumi asks. He opens the car door in an attempt to begin airing out the scent of slick. It would take him all afternoon to fully clean it all. Tooru’s face is a deep red, yet somehow, he blushes more. Hesitantly, Iwaizumi pulls the ruined liner from the omega and helps him pull back up his soaked underwear. From a gym bag in the front seat, Iwaizumi pulls out a pair of his own gym shorts. He pulls off Tooru’s soiled shorts and helps him pull on the replacements. They’re too big, barely hanging on to his waist, but enough to last Tooru the ride home.
Once Tooru is all cleaned off, Iwaizumi helps him out of the car. Instead of silently walking away, Iwaizumi smacks Tooru’s backside, earning a surprised whimper from the omega. “You called me Iwa-chan,” he says.
“I’m sorry, I-“
“I liked it,” Iwaizumi says. He leans forward and presses a soft kiss to Tooru’s lips. “See you on Monday, Ushijima-san,” he inhales the sweet scent of Tooru one last time before disappearing around the corner. Despite what just happened, Tooru finds himself feeling more excited by the fact that Iwaizumi had just kissed him than nearly anything he had ever done before.