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“Okay, this is the last place we need to go, and then we can go home,” Kenma sighed, almost dragging himself through the sliding doors.
They had been out shopping for the past few hours, which surprised Kuroo as his tired boyfriend usually wants to call it quits after twenty minutes, but today was surprisingly different. Kuroo glanced up at the glowing sign blaring down at him like alarms signalling bad decisions in the back of his mind.
Swimsuit shopping.
Kenma was taking him swimsuit shopping.
Good thing his rut wasn’t scheduled for another week, wasn’t it……
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He watched from afar as Kenma scoured the aisles, pausing every few minutes to ponder, then either picking up the item or shaking his head and continuing. He was quite picky, but then again, when had he not been?
After a short while, Kenma came scuttling over to him with a small handful of bikinis in his basket. “Okay, I’ve picked a few cute ones, let's go to the changing rooms and try them on.”
Oh fuck. “Try… them on?”
“I’m not just gonna buy them without trying them on, that would be stupid, Kuro.”
It’s alright, he can just wait outside the changing rooms until Kenma is all finished up… nothing to worry about… yeah! nothing at all…
“Okay, so are you going to stand there like a complete idiot or are you gonna come with me?” Kenma snapped, clear annoyance in both his eyes and tone.
“Sorry, what did you say again?”
Kenma rolls his eyes, “I asked if you were ready to come with me."
“I’m coming with you?” Kuroo sounded stupid, he really did, but going into the changing room with Kenma and a collection of bikinis would end terribly, for both him and probably also Kenma’s hole.
Bad idea.
Very bad idea actually, sure his rut isn't due for another week, but it wouldn’t be the first time Kenma, almost naked, had quote on quote ‘brought out the alpha inside of him’. Kenma just stares at him, completely dumbfounded, honestly wondering whether his boyfriend of eight years had been swapped with a complete stranger.
“Have you lost your two remaining brain cells in your sleep, Kuro?”
“Kenma rude!!!!” Kuroo huffed, stomping his foot and turning away like a child throwing a tantrum.
“Of course, I need you to come with me, I need a second opinion”, Kenma purrs, leaning in closer to his boyfriend. “You’re the only one allowed to drool over me in these anyway, aren’t you, big daddy.”
If a simple few words could rouse that much inside of him, he dreads to think what a bikini tease could do.
In the changing room, Kenma is deciding which bikini to try on first, while Kuroo is going through every stage of grief in a matter of seconds. He just needs to get through perhaps seven bikinis, and he’s home free… he’s been through much worse, so this shouldn’t be that big of a deal. He challenged unbeatable teams in high school volleyball matches and asked his childhood crush out, despite being convinced he was getting rejected. Hell, he even dealt with a few of Bokuto’s ‘emo episodes’, and there was also Lev, who was… well, Lev.
“What do you think of this one, Kuro?” Kenma winked as he showed off the first bikini.
Kuroo just stared, slack-jawed with heart-shaped eyes and drool dribbling down his chin—Shameless, completely and utterly shameless. Who could blame him, though? The bikini was a pretty baby pink, the top hugging his small tits and the bottom sinking deep into his sweet cunt. If this weren’t a public changing room, those bottoms would be off, and Kenma would be sobbing on two fingers.
“I’ll take that as you like it.”
“Yes, yeah, it’s beautiful… You look beautiful, Kenma!” Kuroo nods his head briskly, stumbling over the simplest of sentences.
“Jeez, Kuroo, you really are acting like a horny teenage boy after seeing a pretty girl for the first time,” Kenma laughed as he turned away and slipped on the next bikini.
Kuroo scoffed at him, but he couldn’t even deny it if he tried; he was acting completely juvenile. Five bikinis later, he is barely holding on, choking out mumbles and nods of affirmation every time his sweet omega turns around with an even cuter bikini hugging all of his curves. It was driving him insane. Why does his omega have to be so fucking delectable, no matter what he wears?
One more, he only has one more to try on, and then they can go ho–
“Now, Kuro, how do you like this one?” Kenma purred, a devilish smirk on his lips.
Fuck.
The bikini was black and red, Nekoma colours, but that wasn’t all. Not only was the bikini Nekoma colours, but it was also embellished on the front with a number one, and on the back, his name, Tetsurou Kuroo.
“I had this one specially custom-made just for you,” Kenma teased, with his back turned, he was blissfully unaware of the alpha luring directly behind him, “Kuro? What do you mmph-”
Before Kenma even had a chance to turn back around, he was crowded, lust-driven pheromones and a thick, heavy cock pressing him against the changing room wall.
“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you… omega,” Kuroo spat, bringing a rough hand down on the omega’s ass. “You’re such a dirty tease. Do you want me to fuck you in here? Is that it? You wanna be fucked like a bitch in the changing rooms.”
Kenma shook his head to deny, but the slick pooling in his bottoms told the alpha otherwise.
“You’re pretty sly for an omega, aren’t you?” Kuroo teased as he slipped two fingers into Kenma’s sweet, throbbing cunt.
“Kuroo… fuck- Kuroo,” Kenma whined, his back arching and his hips moving as though they had a mind of their own.
Kuroo’s smirk only grew more desperate as he fingered the sweet omega harder and faster. He was wet, his slick juices dripping from his needy cunt. The deeper Kuroo’s fingers sank, the more they curled against his sweet spot. He had never seen Kenma so desperate in a long while. Was he in heat? Surely not, Kuroo was pretty sure their heats and ruts overlapped.
“I can feel you throbbing, alpha, don’t you wanna knot me?” Kenma whispered, pushing his ass harder against Kuroo’s crotch.
“Of course I do, doll, I wanna ruin that pretty cunt of yours.”
“Why don’t you then?”
Yep, definitely in heat. Whether it was triggered early, just like his rut, or he had gotten the dates mixed up, he wasn’t exactly sure. He still couldn’t believe bikini shopping had triggered his rut. Seriously, how pathetic was he?
Grabbing Kenma’s hips, he gently removes the bikini bottoms, not wanting to ruin his special surprise so soon. Kuroo licks his lips hungrily as slick drips down Kenma’s sweet thighs. Who knew his darling omega could get this needy in public?
“Don’t worry about prepping me any more than you already have,” Kenma purred, spreading his lips apart. “I already did that earlier…”
“You’re such a filthy little thing,” Kuroo spat, slapping the omega’s slick folds.
“Only for you, alpha.”
Not wanting to waste another precious second, Kuroo positions his aching cock against Kenma’s sweet, needy hole and pushes inside. He’s wet, tight and absolutely perfect, an alpha’s dream. His sweet omega is always perfect for him, though. Kuroo truly is the luckiest alpha in the world.
With each thrust, Kenma’s whines only grow louder, which Kuroo usually loved; he could listen to Kenma’s whines and only Kenma's whines as he would a looped track. Alas, they aren’t at home in bed, but rather in a clothes store changing room, which definitely doesn’t have soundproof walls.
“As much as I love your pretty begs and whines, you’re gonna have to keep quiet, omega,” Kuroo insisted, reminding Kenma of where they were.
Kenma replies with a nod, worried that opening his mouth would release more trapped whimpers rather than a response. Rather than holding a hand over Kenma’s mouth the whole time, he spins the omega around and pulls him into a deep kiss. It’s desperate and messy, but they both love it, soft moans slipping through slightly parted lips whenever a chance comes.
“Such a needy boy, my sweet darling omega,” Kuroo groans before pulling the boy into another heated kiss.
Rough hands dig into the omega’s slim waist as Kuroo pistons his hips harder, deeper– with a sense of desperation like never before. He’s close, they both are, but as much as he wants to, he knows he can’t knot the omega right now.
“Knot… please….” Kenma whines, desperate to be filled with the alpha’s knot.
“Baby, you know I’d love to, but we don’t have enough time to let it deflate,” Kuroo tries to reason with the omega, only to be met with whines and tears.
Kenma only whines harder, putting on those puppy dog eyes. Kuroo just can’t resist, no matter how hard he tries. The alpha sighs in defeat before burying his cock as deep as he possibly can and knotting his sweet omega. An unmuffled pitchy whine escapes Kenma’s lips before either of them can stop it, slick gushing from his cunt as he squirts all over the alpha’s cock.
Fuck.
Someone definitely will have heard that.
“We might be a while since you wanted my knot so desperately,” Kuroo sighed, trying to clean up as best as he could.
“Take all of the time you need, we’ll have to deep clean that room anyway,” A voice calls out, a voice that clearly belongs to a worker. “Oh yeah, and you’re banned from shopping here.”
Well, at least his alpha was satisfied for a few hours.