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Prompt Post 1

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_{Names:
-Yuuri Katsuki
-Victor Nikiforov
-Yuri Plisetsky
-Seung Gil Lee
-Emil Nekola
-Otabek Altin
-Georgi Popovich
-Cristophe Giacometti
-Guang-Hong Il
-Jean-Jacques Leroy
-Phichit Chulanont
-Michele Crispino
-Kenjiro Minami
-Leo De La Iglesia

-Toshiya Katsuki, Hiroko Katsuki, Mari Katsuki
-Takeshi Nishigori, Yuko Nishigori, Axel / Lutz / Loop Nishigori
-Minako
-Hisashi Morooka
-Yakov Feltsman
-Celestino Cialdini
-Mira Babicheva
-Lilia Baranovskaya
-Sara Crispino
-Kolya Plisetsky}

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The days were long and lonely in summer. No longer were kids in school all day, giving Yuuri a feeling of kinship since he, too, was stuck inside; everybody was outside, laughing and and chasing each other around on the big green lawns outside of the even bigger houses in this neighborhood. Yuuri had never liked sports, and yet he found himself watching groups of boys tossing around a football or kicking a soccer ball into goals made of sticks broken from trees as he folded laundry in the mornings, feeling... envious. Envious, perhaps, of the group of friends, or the freedom to run around and do what they wanted. Yuuri /could/ leave the house if he wanted to, but what would he do? Go to the grocery store? He'd already been three times this week. Go see friends? Nobody he knew lived in this neighborhood. Take a walk? This block was practically infested with teenagers at peak presenting age, and, as expected of a typical wealthy neighborhood, a lot of them were alphas. The smell was so strong that Yuuri could not trust himself to walk through it. Nothing was fun, anyway, without his husband around.

He was lonely. That was what it came down to. He found himself dreading the menial tasks that he, as an omega, was supposed to love to do, like cooking and washing dishes and tidying the house. It wasn't that he disliked them, it was just that... well, Viktor had picked up a full-time job just before they'd moved here after months of courting Yuuri in his hometown, and he'd gotten promoted right after their wedding, which left newlywed and newly-mated Yuuri all alone at home, aching for the child his biology was made to create. There was no time for him to get pregnant, not now. Viktor had made it clear that he wanted to be home to look after Yuuri when he was with child, especially their first child, and although Yuuri would rather take care of himself than wait, he had no say in the matter. He adored his alpha and obeyed him.

And Viktor was a good alpha. He was, he really, really was. Every omega Yuuri had known back in his little town hours away from where he lived now had been viciously jealous of him when Viktor had shown up seemingly out of nowhere and swept him off of his feet. Viktor had made it very clear how wanted Yuuri was. He would come home to bouquets of flowers, handwritten love letters, boxes of chocolates, all left by-- as his parents put it-- a handsome, foreign-looking alpha. The whole community had expected Yuuri to accept this strange, eccentric, perfect specimen of an alpha, and it was one decision Yuuri had not felt any pressure about. He had fallen so hard in love with Viktor that sometimes it still made him dizzy. He still loved Viktor desperately, with every piece of himself, but... omegas were not meant to be mated and then left alone, plain and simple. He knew Viktor only worked so much because he wanted the best life for his omega and eventually his children, but--

Yuuri's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a knock on his door, and he realized he'd been sitting by the window for god knew how long now with the same shirt clutched in his hands, half-folded. It was Viktor's shirt, and no amount of washing could strip it of the musky scent of an Alpha. It was a comforting smell, and he put it aside without folding it so that he could bring it to their shared room tonight, and maybe their bed would not seem so empty. Of course, it would be joining the ten or so other shirts of Viktor's that Yuuri had kidnapped from the wash and tucked into Viktor's side of the bed to lay against during the night.

He didn't know who could be at the door. He did not have any friends in this neighborhood-- he quickly squished the brief, hopeful thought that maybe his parents or Phichit had come to visit him-- but he was not worried, because this was one of the safest neighborhoods in the country. Or so the realtor had said, anyway. Still, the worst thing that had ever happened in the few months they'd lived here was someone accidentally backed into somebody else's mailbox. So Yuuri opened the door, and--

-- and he was hit head-on with the scent of alpha. Newly-presented, thick, overpowering, alpha-alpha-alpha. Like nothing Yuuri had ever smelled before. It practically made his eyes water and he automatically stepped back. His whole body felt tingly just at the smell of it and it took exorbitant effort just to open his eyes and look at who was there. Or, rather, who all. It was a group of boys, three or four. In fact, they were the same boys who had been playing on the lawn across the street. Yuuri's discomfort was briefly interrupted by a jolt of fear-- had they seen him staring? Were they here to tell him off? Oh, if somebody told VIktor-

"Hi," one of the boys said, a dark-haired boy who held himself with enough confidence that it was easily ascertainable that he'd come from a family of power. He held himself exactly like Viktor, actually, and Yuuri felt an inappropriate shock of longing and... arousal. He hoped that his face did not show his embarrassment.

"H-Hi," he blurted out in response. Luckily they did not laugh at it. Yes, now that Yuuri had adjusted to the smell a little, he could see that there were, in fact, four of them. They were young, too. A little young to be presenting, in Yuuri's opinion, but then again, it was different from region to region. "What... um, do, um... is everything okay?" Great. He was making a really great impression on the neighbors. His husband was going to come home to everyone thinking his omega was a fucking idiot.

"We were wondering if we could come in for some lemonade." The words were innocent enough, and Yuuri relaxed minutely. There was only so much relaxing that could be done when it felt like he was inhaling honey. Musky, dark, comforting honey. Every time Viktor came home to find Yuuri nesting in his shirts from loneliness his alpha scent got just like this from guilt and a heightened sense of need to protect his omega. Once again he felt comforted by it, and, embarrassingly, he had to fight the urge to take one of the boys into his arms. Misdirected affection could be dangerous. Oh, the kid was still talking. He tried to listen. "...so his house is locked and we can't get in," was what Yuuri caught the tail end of. Lemonade. They just wanted lemonade. Yes, this was perfect. Yuuri would be a courteous, generous host, and Viktor would be proud of him.

"Come in," he said, and stepped back as all four boys came into the house, filling the living room with their scent. Part of him was always glad. If Viktor came home to the house stinking like another alpha, Yuuri knew there would be no way he could resist knotting him, staking his claim. And then maybe Yuuri would finally get the child he so desperately wanted. With that thought in mind he headed to the kitchen, noticing out of the corner of his eye that the boys shelled their shoes in time with one another, like they intended on coming all the way in instead of just standing on the mat. That was okay. They were teenagers, he reminded himself. Teenage alphas, no less. They had no concept of where they were and were not welcome.

Lemonade was easy. He took the juicer out and then a green mesh bag of lemons from the fridge; he'd bought them at the farmer's market the other day. He hadn't needed lemons-- actually, he hadn't needed anything at all-- but it was something to do and he'd been bored to tears at home. So he'd bought all kinds of fruits and vegetables that he would never get to cook for Viktor. He tried not to think about that as he carefully used a knife to slice six of them in half and place them one at a time on the juicer, using the crank to squeeze as much out of them as possible. Later he would look back on the absolute silence in the house as a warning, but he was so focused on his task that he did not notice a thing. It was only when he felt somebody press up against him from behind that he froze, eyes wide, hands still on the crank.

"What... what are you..." his voice came out soft, frightened. He was afraid. Were they going to rob him? Kill him, even? No, his scent wasn't violent. It was... it was...

"You stink," was the simple comment from behind him. It was the dark-haired boy from before and Yuuri went quiet again, mouth still open, intended words never having quite left his mouth. The boy went on. "You're stinking up the whole block. Did you know that? Everyone knows you're missing him because you smell like it. You smell like you're begging someone to come inside and take you." It was vulgar, juvenile, and Yuuri could only gather the strength to turn his head, closing his mouth again and swallowing. The other three boys were standing there in the kitchen too, still silent but looking like they'd just stepped into a candy store. Excitement was clear in their expressions.

"I-..." Yuuri began. He could not even bring himself to be humiliated by what he'd heard. An alpha was holding him, pressing up against him like he was wanted, and god, that fucking /smell/. His mouth was practically watering. "I don't... I..." he couldn't get any words out. It was like he'd been struck dumb. He could not tell them to leave or tell the one behind him to get off, because, well, he didn't want him to. Plain and simple. He was so desperate for an alpha's touch that he was practically shaking.

"Hey," one of the other boys said, finally breaking their silence. He pointed at Yuuri and Yuuri looked back down at the counter, taking long, labored breaths. "Look, he's all wet. Look." This time Yuuri did feel embarrassment, because he knew exactly what the kid was talking about. He could feel that the back of his pants was sticky already. He could not help it. He really, really could not. The smell, the touching, the feeling of being cornered-- it was in his genes to enjoy it. The boy behind him paused, then let go and seemed to take a step back like he was surprised. Yuuri almost thought for a second that he was going to stop and leave him alone, but that was not in the cards. No, the next thing Yuuri felt were fingers at the waistband of his pants. He could only inhale sharply as they were pulled over his ass, soaked underwear coming with it. His bare bottom and thighs were wet and cold in the air and he rested his sweaty palms down on the cool marble of the counter, not moving an inch. He should be telling them to get off. He should be telling them that Viktor would kill them. Viktor, oh god, Viktor, his husband, the love of his life--

Something hot bumped into the back of his thigh, skidded upward, and then Yuuri felt the unmistakable prod of a cock between his cheeks. It was still absolutely silent save for the wet sound of his slick and Yuuri /absolutely had to stop this/. No further. This teenager shifted, standing on his tiptoes so he could reach, and Yuuri inhaled to tell him to stop.

"Don't stop," was what came out. It burst out of him like a dam breaking, and.. that wasn't what he'd meant to say. No, he’d meant to tell him to stop, because he had an alpha, and he was going to have a child, and—

The first press of an alpha cock inside of him was truly, honestly the best thing Yuuri had ever felt. It had been literal months since Viktor had been inside him. The last time they’d slept together was on their wedding night and although the boy inside of him now was smaller than average, still growing, it filled a hole in Yuuri that had been aching for weeks and weeks and weeks. He did not fight it. He arched, upper body sliding forward on the counter and knees bending on instinct, letting out a high, breathy moan that turned into something like a mewl when the thrusting began. The teenager fucked like, well, a teenager. It was jackrabbit-fast and hard, too hard, the kind that had his thighs smacking into Yuuri’s ass so hard that it echoed around the kitchen, the kind that had Yuuri’s cock and balls and stomach pressed painfully into the edge of the counter, but Christ, Christ, he had never felt anything like it, anything so good. His body pulled at the kid, sucking at him, trying desperately to keep him inside each time he pulled out on a thrust. So good. It was so good. But just like that, it was over, and— he was pulling out?  “No,” Yuuri gasped out, desperately reaching back. No, he couldn’t give it up yet, no, no, he’d /die/, he’d die if it stopped now before he got what he needed. “No, knot me, you h-have to knot me, please, please, do it, I need it!” His begging would have humiliated him if he’d been more cognizant, but all he knew now was that he had never needed anything as badly as he needed this teenage boy’s knot and come inside of him. He needed it like he needed to breathe. But the kid pulled away again and Yuuri thought he might cry until someone took ahold of his wrist and he was being led to the couch. Part of his hazy brain recognized what was going to happen, and he accepted it. It took less than a second for him to lay down and get his pants and underwear off and his shirt pulled up, and then someone was kneeling on the couch between his legs, and— it was the same boy, pushing into him again, and the fast thrusting started up once more. Yuuri reached up and held onto the arm of the couch because the force of the thrusts was pushing him up rhythmically and the part of him that was still aware knew that he might hit his head. It was messy and wet and he could hear the squelching of his slick, and vaguely thought about how hard it would be to get the stain out of the couch. The teenage alpha’s cock was hot, and it felt like it was burning its way into Yuuri’s insides, leaving a trail behind. He could have cried with joy when he finally felt a knot starting to form, rubbing against his rim on every push forward. Before he could so much as take a breath it was being forced inside of him, the pain so good, and the feeling of the first hot stream of come gushing into him made his vision white out with orgasm. He wasn’t thinking about Viktor, he wasn’t thinking about anything except how good it felt.

When he came to, the knot was already being pulled out. It was small, as was expected for a young teenager, and-… there was the sandy blonde haired boy, pants down, dick out. Yuuri opened his legs and accepted him easily. He slid inside without resistance and he was a little slower, a little more uncertain, until he thrusted the first few times and his alpha instincts kicked in. This one held Yuuri down hard as he fucked him, and although he was too small to knot, the burning hot trail his come made into Yuuri’s body once again made him spasm into his own orgasm, this one harder than the last, almost painful. He didn’t know what kinds of noises he was making but he was sure they were obscene. This was what he’d so desperately needed. The ache inside of him, the heavy feeling that had kept him sad and housebound for months, that was gone. He hadn’t felt this good since they’d moved here. He couldn’t think about anything at all, anything except for the slide of a third cock inside of him, and a fourth, and—

It was an hour before they finished with him. All four of them had spilled their load inside of him, leaving him wetter than before and tensed up automatically in an effort to keep the alpha come inside. Three of them had had him more than once and the third Yuuri had sucked on, worked with his mouth until he was rewarded with a bitter rush onto his tongue, too. The taste was familiar and he’d gulped it greedily down. His whole body felt like it was three hundred degrees and he knew he had bruises from hands and hips colliding with his own, but.. he did not care. Not even a little. He couldn’t name a time he’d ever felt this good before. He laid on the couch and tried to breathe as the four of them got up, finished making the lemonade in the kitchen, had a drink and a snack from his fridge, then came back and had him again. He couldn’t count how many times someone had come inside of him by the end of it. He was willing, opening his legs for whoever knelt between them, accepting them into his body with the same desperation as the first time. If he had been less out of it, he might have noticed the man standing in the hallway to the guest bedroom watching. But he could barely remember his own name, much less find the strength to look around the room.So the man went unnoticed until night fell and Yuuri fell asleep, exhausted.

Viktor tucked himself back into his pants, smoothed back his hair, and proceeded to scare the hell out of the teenagers, running them easily out of his house. They would not be back. He lifted Yuuri, brought him to the bathtub, where he washed his stomach and chest and arms but did not try once to wash him out between the legs. Instead, he tucked the fast asleep Yuuri into bed, and pushed the pile of shirts out of the way to climb into it with him.

It was three months later that Viktor finally secured paternity leave for himself. He gathered the things from his office he’d need at home and brought them in a box, setting them down in the foyer once he’d unlocked the door and stepped inside, smiling at the sight of his husband stirring something on the kitchen counter, hands covered in flour, stomach noticeably more round than usual.  “I’m home,” he called, and the smile he got in return warmed his heart. He walked right to his beautiful omega and hugged him from behind, kissing the back of his neck, one hand sliding down to his belly. “What did the doctor say?”  “Everything’s fine,” Yuuri said, turning his head to kiss Viktor’s mouth. “Probably more than one. He’ll know a little later on.” This was the life he had always wanted. He was so, so happy. Viktor was home, and now they had a baby—or more— on the way. And he had the teenagers to thank. He still saw them playing on the lawn sometimes, though they never came back to his doorstep, and sometimes he watched them, smiling, one hand on his belly, and wondered which of them was the father.

omg anon thank you so much!

omg thank you so much. It's perfect.

Loved it.

Ahhhhhh, this is amazing!!!! Not OP but thank you so much <3

This was so good. Thank you for filling the prompt!!

Thank you ♡♡♡♡

Viktor Cuckiforov

bless you

Thank you ♡♡♡♡

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