Archive of Our Own

It’s hard to pretend when you’re an Alpha and a dom, that you don’t spot a bratty Omega from a mile away. It’s a little hard to miss their token behaviors and reactions, at least for those who have the… pleasure of interacting with one regularly. This was the case for both Sakusa and Iwaizumi. It had been an ordeal to see Atsumu and Oikawa interacting as their partners quickly realized that they were feeding off of one another's bratty energy. Things Miya would normally submit to right away were met with resistance and attitude, the same went for Tooru who was letting his facial expressions and tone get out of hand all day. Brats. The outing had consisted of shared looks between Omi and Iwa, knowing scowls that reeked of Are you seeing this shit? energy. They were tiring of their partner's bullshit very quickly. Their plans were fairly set, they had dinner on the table back at Omi and Atsumu’s place, then they were going out with MSBY to go bar hopping for the night.

“Veggies.” Hajime pointed to Tooru’s plate, “Eat.” “No- they look ugh.” The bubbly brunette resisted with his nose scrunched up. “Tsumu didn’t eat his either, so…”

“He will.” Sakusa shot Miya a warning look and watched those golden brown eyes roll in protest. The nerve. The nerve of both Tooru and Tsumu.

“I don’t think we’re gonna go to the bar with everyone tonight.” Hajime announced, eyes set on Tooru in a glare, “We need a night in to focus on our manners and obedience.” And at that Oikawa perks up with his mouth open like he was ready to argue, but Atsumu gets there first.

“That’s bullshit! We were supposed to all hangout!” Anyone in the room could smell that things were getting tense at the table, Scents mixing in a cloud of pettiness and frustration.

“We won't be going either, Miya.” Omi shut his Omega up right away, taking another bite of his food; unlike Iwa, when Sakusa was upset he didn't look at his partner- it was a clear sign that he was ready to do some corrective work on his behavior. “We need to stay home and relearn a few things.”

“We drove all this way!” Oikawa slammed his fist on the table, “Two hours here so we could have a double date and go out with the Jackals!” It was as if Tooru had just killed someone. Iwaizumi straightened up and cleared his throat, the scent coming off him could make a pack of lions cower. He was upset.

“I wasn’t on board before, but at this point…” Omi turned to his fellow Alpha, “I don’t think we have any other choice.” The men across from them had no clue what Kiyoomi was talking about, only that he- although calmer in demeanor- was giving off a similar scent to Iwa. The more dominant men nodded at each other before standing up and clearing their places at the table.

“What are you talking about?” Atsumu demanded, watching Kiyoomi carry plates to the kitchen sink and set them inside… without washing them. He had always washed them right away.

“Tooru, go wait for me in the living room.” Iwa pointed Oikawa away from the table, his tone was only becoming harsher as time passed and one could almost hear his Omega whine softly as he cursed under his breath and walked out of the dining area.

“That's not fair! We were both goofing around, you can't take it all out on Tooru!” Atsumu nearly shouted, Something in his Omega brain triggered- mama bear instinct, maybe- a need to protect the weak, but it was extinguished quickly.

“We won’t be taking it all out on him.” Iwa barked, turning away because he knew he didn’t have the right to speak to Atsumu that way without Sakusa’s explicit permission.

“Miya. Living room.” Omi backed Iwa up without question, “You don’t ever get to raise your voice like that. Go.” Omi’s curls had fallen into his face, he was ready to snap. He had hardly ever seen Atsumu behave this badly after being warned and warned over and over, it was absolutely because of Tooru; not that Iwa’s Omega was bad, he was just too similar to Miya, they both liked pushing their Alpha’s boundaries and they’d both challenged each other and pushed too far. So The Omegas sat in the living room, anxious and angry about losing the chance to have a fun night out, while the Alphas cleaned dinner up and discussed between themselves. Hajime had jokingly said something earlier in the day, ‘We oughta just take em down a notch together, humble ‘em.’ Omi had laughed it off as a joke, but then today happened. They both deserved it; they both secretly loved being corrected by their partners, but even with their enjoyment of it, they'd never see tonight coming. No, they thought they were about to get lectured.They weren’t. When the Alphas walked in, dominance pouring from their scent glands, it was getting so intense that both of their partners were hanging their heads and looking at the floor. Pretty. Atsumu and Omi had previously argued over the rug, They weren’t. When the Alphas walked in, dominance pouring from their scent glands, it was getting so intense that both of their partners were hanging their heads and looking at the floor. Pretty. Atsumu and Omi had previously argued over the rug, but Omi ultimately gave in and let Atsu pic a statement piece, it had navy blue and golden-yellow and grey worked into it- all this to say, the Omegas were pretending to study the carpet in an effort to avoid eye contact or the consequences of their actions.

“Eyes up.” Iwa said and Tooru shook his head a little with a nervous expression and wide eyes. “Now.” It felt like the room rumbled when he spoke and both Tooru and Atsumu raised their eyes, even though Iwaizumi wasn’t Miya’s Alpha, he felt the need to listen, it could be his domineering scent or maybe he knew that Omi had given his friend permission to command Atsumu and Hajime had given Omi the same power for this night only.

“Do you two think you owe us an apology for your behavior?” Omi had his angry voice on, the low and raspy one that made Miya want to get in trouble some nights- not now, though. He was shaking now. They nodded in unison.

“Tooru, why don’t you get to apologizing like you always do.”

“I’m sorry, Alpha.”

“No, I said like you always do.” Iwa chuckled as he watched the realization wash over his partner; There was an issue with that.

“But- uh, But, we aren’t alone.”

“Did I stutter?” Hajime snapped and pointed to the floor in front of him. Tooru took a deep breath, shooting his friend an apologetic look before he moved like his life depended on it, shuffling over to kneel in front of his mate, hastily working his fingers into Hajime’s belt, undressing him without delay.

“O-Omi, what’s happening?” Atsumu raised his hand, his eyes moving back to the rug, feeling guilty for looking at his friend as he unsheathed his mate's hard cock and took it all in his mouth right in front of them.

“What’s wrong, Miya?” Omi walked towards the lone man, “Feel like this is wrong? Feel shame for your friend?” He sat in the middle of the couch, spreading out so he was just barely touching the blond. The energy coming from the curly-haired Alpha could be compared to a comic book supervillain. “We were ashamed of you two today, your insubordination and bratty tone. Now you get to feel it too.” Atsumu whimpered, the noise creeping out from deep in his throat, he couldn’t stop it.

“I’m really sorry, Alpha.” He hoped his punishment might go over better than Oikawa’s was; the muffled gagging sounds of Tooru’s ‘apology’ a few feet away were hard to ignore.

“Mm. You’re not, baby.” Omi laughed, “But you will be in a few minutes.” He managed to work so much fear into his partner, especially for someone who had never abused or actually hurt him, not once. “You’re gonna dance for me, Princess. You know the way you like to dance for me when it’s just us? Put on a show for all of us.” Tsumu took a deep breath and felt himself lose all power, he couldn’t even say no if he wanted to, Omi’s pheromones had a hold on him. Music started playing from Sakusa’s phone, connected to the Bluetooth speaker in the corner of the room and the Alpha sat back and smiled cooly. The blond Omega stood, swaying in a gangly, confused manner before he began anxiously winding his hips in front of the couch while he undressed, he wasn’t about to pretend he didn’t know that Omi wanted him to do the whole dance routine.

He felt that the others were watching, at least aware of what was happening—maybe not his fellow Omega, he was a little busy... In fact, Tooru was choking with tears streaming down his face, looking up at Hajime who was holding his head still by the hair and thrusting into his mouth as he teased “Why are you crying baby?” bucking his hips forward, “I thought you loved running your mouth, are you getting tired of using it now?” His words were cruel and degrading, but he couldn’t help but think to himself about how pretty his mate looked with those bright, big eyes looking up at him.

Atsumu had made his way onto Omi’s lap, straddling him and grinding himself against the obvious hard-on in Sakusa’s pants, wetting himself with his own slick as he did so. The Omega’s hated to admit how turned on they both were, being used together wasn’t even something they’d ever thought about, but they were both practically dripping already. “Hajime, I think they should get to see each other, don't you?” Kiyoomi was making a show of hardly paying attention to Atsumu, it drove his partner insane, and therefore it was incredibly effective in punishing him. “Let’s let them play together.” Omi stood up, picking up the precious cargo on his lap, carrying him to the middle of the living room, and laying Tsumu on the ground.

Iwa was pulling Oikawa by the grip he had in his hair, pretty whimpers and cries alerting the other duo of their movement. “Hands and knees, both of you. Face each other.” Iwaizumi smacked Tooru’s ass in time with the word ‘other’ and earned a cry of surprise from him. “Pants off, Slut.” he added, hooking a finger in his Omega’s belt loop and tugging playfully. Oikawa complied, slipping them over his stinging ass and letting them sit above his knees. Another smack to his now bare ass would make him scream out and stare into Atsumu’s equally anxious eyes.

Scents were getting confusing, so much confidence and so much fear all at once, but arousal presents all around as alphas lined up behind Omegas.

“You pretty girls wanna hold hands? Wanna talk shit now? Still feeling bratty?” Iwa continued, he was definitely more of a talker, whereas Omi chose to speak with his actions usually; that’s why he just silently sunk himself into Atsumu, sighing with pleasure. Iwa chose to finger Oikawa for a moment, making sure he was wet all over, mostly just to tease the poor man, “So wet from being punished, it’s humiliating—does being humiliated get you off, baby?” He pulled his fingers out and reached around to press them against Oikawa’s lips, rubbing the omegas slick on his face messily. “Why don't you give your best friend a kiss?” And when Oikawa moaned at the suggestion, it was all over. Iwa and Omi thrust into their partners at the same time, forcing their faces into closer proximity until they gave in to what they both wanted and began devouring each other. Lips, jaws, necks, the two Omegas had never even looked at each other in this way, but as they got simultaneously pounded into that ‘simply lovely’ rug, they couldn’t get enough of each other. They were both letting out pretty purrs and whines as they took turns sucking each other's tongues and leaving marks on one another's necks while their mates enjoyed the show. Miya could hardly believe how good his friend's slick tasted on his own tongue and his mind began to run wild. Another time was all he could think to himself.

Sakusa leaned down and hooked his arm under Atsumu’s torso and pulled him up so his back was against Omi’s chest and he could feel every vein and divot in his Alpha's cock, it made his toes curl and his tear ducts activate in an instant.

“Sss..ssooo… goo...d..” He sobbed, throwing his head back against Kiyoomi’s shoulder and tensing around him through each thrust.

Oikawa couldn’t speak, Hajime’s hand on the back of his neck, pinning his face to the floor while he mewled and writhed, nails scratching at the threading on the carpet, begging with his actions—for what? Who knows, he wasn't even sure. It was a symphony, moans and slaps and cries, not a single person was feeling anything less than ecstasy.

“Miya” Iwaizumi grabbed Oikawa by the front of his hair and pulled back so that he was looking up, “Spit.” His free hand came around to pry Tooru’s pretty mouth open with rough, calloused fingers. He did all this without slowing his thrusts, perfectly paced, like he was a professional sexual multitasker...

“Ah?” Atsumu challenged, he didn’t want to spit in his friend's mouth… Well, that’s not entirely true. He didn’t want to look like he wanted to, so he pretended to put up a fight. Kiyoomi bent forward, smacking one of his Omega's cheeks to keep him focused and growling in his ear, huffing between languid movements, telling him to ‘do it, or else.’ which was not a threat that Atsumu wanted to play with. He let the saliva gather on his tongue and when he felt that he had enough, he spat it into the other’s gaping mouth, onto that pretty pink tongue. Tooru stayed still, breathing heavily and letting the saliva sit before he prepared to swallow, but he was stopped.

“Tooru, spit that back into Miya’s mouth,” Sakusa ordered, it made Iwa chuckle, it was a brilliantly degrading idea. Suddenly Atsumu was at the bottom of the food chain, Omi’s hand on his cheeks, squishing them together so his mouth was open. "Stick out your tongue, Baby.” And, of course, Atsumu did. Tooru was lifted for a better angle and the mix of both their spit dripped back into the blond Omega’s mouth. “Swallow.” The Alpha’s said in unison. Once again, he did. He looked away as the liquid made its way down his throat, he felt something akin to shame, because he was so aroused by the whole series of events that it felt like he was going into a heat; something Oikawa could relate to as his face was pressed back against the ground. “What do we say, Baby?” Omi hummed bringing a hand down on Miya’s ass as he pistons into him with incredible force. “Thank Tooru for the treat.”

“T-tha...nk you-” The pace of the thrusts picked right back up, both Omegas being drilled into the floor from behind while they looked at each other with fucked out, piteous expressions. They were /humbled/ just as their mates had intended.

“Hm. I’m a little bored, Sakusa.” Iwa’s tone was heavy with malice, he was mocking. “I think I’m done.” Both men stopped moving entirely, ripping a series of whines and begs from the two in front of them. “Should we all get ready for the bar?”

“I’d love to.” Omi pulled out of Atsumu reaching for the tissues they had on the coffee table to wipe himself off. “Hajime, you are welcome to our guest shower. I’ll rinse off quickly and be ready to go within… half an hour?” The Omegas were dizzy from confusion, watching their partners wipe themselves clean, neither having finished- no one had finished, actually.

“We… We can't go like this…” Atsumu fussed as his body refused to move.

“I can’t even walk.” Oikawa sobbed, he wasn’t in any great pain, simply overwhelmed by it all, too ruined to even lift his head, “I can't-”

“But you two wanted to go out so badly!” Iwa teased, “I mean we drove two hours Tooru! We can’t miss the bar, you were dying to go.” Truthfully the Alphas had no intention of dragging their lovers out tonight. They did what was needed, they corrected the behavior that needed correcting, and now they both planned to engage in the love portion of ‘tough love’.