I'M JUST GOING TO THROW MYSELF OUT NOW I'M SO TRASHY OH MY GOD. This is all ninanna's fault. This was never going to see the light of day.
WARNINGS: smut, even though it's short; A/B/O dynamics with omega!Aomine and alpha!Kise...
yes that does mean this is kiao
if no one talks to me about this ever I'll probably be okay with that tbh oh my god i'm so ashamed of myself lmao
Shit.
Aomine is heavy. It's really inconvenient, at times like this; Ryouta would have a much easier time carrying a smaller, more petite body, like that of a more typical Omega. As it is, he's lugging about 85 kilos of enormous basketball player around.
85 kilos of enormous basketball player in heat.
It's triggering his own rut, of course; how could it not, when his mate was literally all over him like this?
"Aominecchi," he tried, "we're still in the sports complex."
"Don't care," was the immediate, expected answer. He was nuzzling against Kise's neck, and it was really distracting.
"Aominecchi," Ryouta tried again, feeling rather desperate, "this is really not a good place for this."
"Still don't care," is the only thing he got from his very stubborn boyfriend, and then Aomine's teeth were latching into his skin, and it took pretty much all of Ryouta's power to not just say to hell with it and find the nearest empty room.
"We need to get out of here," he whined. It's not just sensible; the Alpha in him doesn't want to risk the chance of someone else getting to smell Aomine like this, of someone foolishly attempting to contest him for Aomine. He'd win, of course, but well.
He'd rather avoid it.
"Aominecchi, come on, I promise I'll do whatever you want when I get you home, just please, please, you need to cooperate. You're enormous and heavy!"
"Is that a promise, Kise?" Aomine asked. Ryouta's complaints have not inspired him to get off from where he's draped over Ryouta's back. "Whatever I want?"
Ryouta can't see his face, but he could pretty much hear the smirk in Aomine's voice, and well, Ryouta's knees really couldn't afford to be weak right now, but they totally would be if they could.
"Aominecchi, this is not the time or place!"
One foot in front of the other. It's all he can afford to think about right now. The halls are practically empty, since there's an ongoing match, and it's a good thing too; while the fact that Aomine is an Omega isn't a secret, it's not something the other boy usually liked to broadcast, and even Ryouta's powerful Alpha scent wouldn't be able to mask the fact he was currently going into, arguably already was in, heat.
"Clearly," Aomine responded, his voice surprisingly dry, "it is, since I'm going into heat."
Ryouta sighed as heavily and dramatically as he possibly could while weighed down with two bags and the very large burden of Aomine Daiki. "You're so lucky I don't just ditch you here and leave you." He never could, though, and they both know it; Ryouta was quite territorial, and he'd never give Aomine up now that he had him.
"Yeah, yeah," Aomine said, and his voice was breathy in Ryouta's ear. "Come on, pretty boy. I'm dying here."
"You're not dying," Ryouta groaned. "You're also not helping me get you out of here."
"Just fuck me here already, Kise," Aomine said, as if it was no big deal, and he was nosing at Ryouta's ear, the pierced one. He tugged on the jewellery with his teeth. "Need it."
"What we need," Kise said, "is some privacy." And for Aomine to stop sucking on his ear like that, god. The combination of attacks (purposeful and not) was really messing with his ability to hold onto his single-minded mission to get out of here.
He felt Aomine shrug on his back. "Anything'll do at this point, I feel like I'm going to burst into flames if you don't fuck me like right now."
"Your timing is so bad," Ryouta gasped out, because hearing him speak like that, with that voice right in his ear, it made his head feel like it was spinning. He was definitely losing his inner battle with his hormones. Every step he took felt like an eternity. "Why did it have to be now? There's a tournament going on."
Aomine shifted against his back, and Ryouta could feel his dick, hard and amazing and fuck, no, he was not allowed to think about that if he wanted to get Aomine out of here.
"Not my fault," Aomine muttered, and then the bastard wriggled against Ryouta's back. Probably attempting to relieve the pressure he was feeling. God it was cruel though; there's no relief for Ryouta's discomfort. "I took my medication and everything. Shouldn't have happened at all. Just saw you there and smelled you and it was like boom."
Ryouta groaned. "This better be over by the time we have to face someone we're needed for."
Aomine bit his shoulder, and then ran his tongue over the skin. "Not facing Murasakibara for a few days yet. You?"
Ryouta had to think hard to bring the tournament brackets back to his mind; it was difficult to distract himself from Aomine's mouth and body and dick when his whole existence seemed to be working very hard to convince his brain it was pretty much created solely to screw him. "I think we have Midorimacchi, but I can't remember when. Not today or tomorrow though."
"You're fine then," Aomine said into his ear. "You wouldn't have been playing anyway."
No, but that wasn't the point. It was a bad look for the ace to not even sit on the bench when he wasn't needed. Maybe Aomine was okay with that, but it wasn't the kind of ace Ryouta was.
"Awful," Ryouta told him. "We're almost at the exit. How decent are you?"
"It's gonna be messy. You'll have to pay the cab driver extra for cleaning."
Ryouta sighed. If they didn't fuck in the back seat of the cab, it was going to be a miracle; at this point, he was going to have to rely on his instinct to guard and protect Aomine while they were still outside and exposed, not safely ensconced somewhere no one would be able to get at them, and hope that their proximity to the cab driver wouldn't drive him to prove his claim to this person who dared get close.
If their luck was any good at all – doubtful, considering what was going on; Ryouta would pay money that their signs were ranked rock bottom today on Oha Asa, and fully expected Midorima to say something exactly in that vein next time he saw them – but if they collectively had any luck at all between the two of them right now, the cab driver would be a Beta or an Omega.
Ryouta might try to rip a rival Alpha apart if they approached Aomine right now.
Aomine was rubbing up harder against him as they approached an exit, and then Ryouta saw a bathroom on the right, and well...
He hadn't called a cab yet. He's been a bit hands-less, with their bags and Aomine on his back in such an awkward way. And he'd rather not have them standing outside waiting.
But damn it. He'd been trying so hard, and was Aomine even on a contraceptive? Ryouta was going to have to get an emergency one, even if Aomine was – but Ryouta suspected he wasn't, considering Aomine's bad track record for remembering to take his suppressants – since he just doesn't know for sure, and like hell is he knocking up Aomine now. Both of their parents would kill him.
"Finally," Aomine groaned when Ryouta pushed into the bathroom.
"We can't stay here," Ryouta said, but Aomine's already removed his deadweight from Ryouta's back and when Ryouta turned to look at him, his gaze was hot and heavy-lidded.
"Of course not." Aomine pretty much purred at him and god, Ryouta wanted him so bad—
Phone. Cab.
"Aominecchi," he tried, and Aomine shoved him into the bathroom stall.
"Can't wait," Aomine muttered, and his hands were everywhere, though he was less concerned with Ryouta's shirt and jacket than he usually would be, and much more preoccupied with getting Ryouta's pants down.
Then Aomine's hands were in his pants and Ryouta couldn't help the way his head tipped back and a strangled noise escaped as Aomine's hand worked on him.
"Thank fuck," Aomine muttered. "The way you were going on, I thought maybe you weren't..."
Ryouta's not really concerned with Aomine's strange insecurity at this point. He's much more concerned with the fact he can't get Aomine's pants off while he's wearing his shoes. "Off," he said. "Unless you think my fingers are going to be enough."
Aomine bit his neck. Probably a reprimand for daring to tease him in this state. "No."
Yeah, he hadn't thought so.
Aomine kicked off his shoes, and Ryouta used his preoccupation with the task to shove his hands into Aomine's pants.
His fingers sunk easily into the hot, wetness of Aomine's body and they both shuddered. Aomine's fingers made fists in his hair as he groaned. The sound went pretty much straight to Ryouta's dick, which was pretty much impossible to ignore now. He needed to be inside Aomine now almost as badly as Aomine wanted him inside him.
Thank god Aomine didn't need prepping when he was like this. Or well, that's what they tell you about Omegas in heat. This was the first time Ryouta had actually witnessed it.
"Up or down?" Ryouta asked. Aomine answered him by shoving him back, and Ryouta only barely had the presence of mind to make sure that the seat was down before he was pushed to sit.
Aomine's heaviness settled on his thighs almost immediately, and his hands went back to making fists in and tugging on Ryouta's hair, and he pulled him into a messy, violent kiss. He was making a complete mess of Ryouta's shirt too, Aomine's precome leaking copiously onto it, and the slickness of his body was dripping onto Ryouta's legs and fuck he was so hot and why did Ryouta like that he was so big it was weird right—
"Ryouta," Aomine moaned and oh god he needed to. He needed to—
"Daiki," Ryouta pretty much whimpered and he'll be embarrassed later, because he just needed to fuck Aomine right now. He wasn't thinking anymore, not that anyone usually said much about his brain activity in the first place. Ryouta's hands grabbed at Aomine, and he can't move all that much with the way that Aomine had pretty much all his weight on him, but he could lean back and he could hold Aomine apart so that somehow between the two of them they could finally, finally get Ryouta inside him and—
"Oh shit," Ryouta said, "oh shit, oh shit."
It should be really awkward. It really, really should be, with their positioning, and neither of them can move particularly easily or freely; but because they're both so gone on their hormones it just felt like the most ridiculously amazing thing to ever happen ever in Ryouta's entire life. One of his hands stayed where it was on Aomine's ass, because it's so hot feeling the way the muscles move, but the other is more preoccupied with Aomine's dick, since Aomine's own hands were practically pulling Ryouta's hair out as he rode him.
Of course Aomine would be on top somehow – this thought is surprisingly clear through the haze of desperation to just be buried as deep inside Aomine as possible.
It quickly became apparent that it really sucked not being able to move much, but the position also had him pretty deep inside Aomine, so Ryouta wasn't going to complain or attempt to force a position shift to fuck Aomine against the stall door. And Aomine's hands in his hair felt good, even though his scalp stung with how hard he was yanking on it.
He wasn't sure how close Aomine was; the pace he'd set was hard and fast, and his head was tipped back now and it was really sexy, and god he was just way too much... Ryouta had been doing his best to drive up into the way Aomine drops down, but he was also super conscious about the knot that was forming and how they really can't afford to be stuck here together, even though the way Aomine was angling himself clearly indicated that he wanted it.
Ryouta wanted it too - his instincts were screaming at him - but they were also screaming that neither of them was safe here, that anyone could come in at any time and he wouldn't be able to protect Aomine when they were knotted together. So he shifted to sit up more, and Aomine made a frustrated groaning noise, because he'd made their angle impossible for what he wanted; but Aomine's dick was now pressed up between their stomachs and Ryouta grabbed his ass to grind them together and hoped to god Aomine was as close as he thought he was.
His prayers were rewarded when he felt Aomine shudder and spasm around him, and he could feel the warmth of his release on his shirt. It set off Ryouta in turn; and everything was hot and felt so good, and he wanted it to last forever.
And then they were breathing each other's air, foreheads rested together for a moment, before Aomine lifted off of him, and Ryouta groaned.
"As much as I would love to go again," Aomine said, "weren't you the one saying we can't stay here?"
That was the most unfair part. All he really wanted to do now was shove Aomine up against the door and fuck him again, because he was still hard even though he just came, and Aomine was too. He could see it.
How did Aomine have more of his brain back than Ryouta did.
It was just so unfair.
"Yes," Ryouta admitted. "We can't. We need to leave. I- I need to call a cab."