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Itadori Yuuji, by every reasonable measure, had everything a young alpha could want.
His family lived in the nice part of town on a quiet tree lined street, the type of place where neighbors greeted each other by name.
His parents were the sort of people that attended school fundraisers and hosted neighborhood barbecues every summer. They were all well liked.
Yuuji had inherited Jin's easy smile and Kaori's friendliness. He had the kind of warmth that drew people in easily, and found that he was never lacking for friends.
On the football field, he was a star. His teachers loved him, and even though his grades weren't the best, he had gotten a scholarship to the college of his choice.
In the years since his presentation, his shoulders had widened and muscle had crawled over his frame; even the intrinsic changes that came with being an alpha settled on him naturally, his fangs poking out when he laughed loudly, his fresh citrus scent clinging to him but never cloying.
People took notice of him. Omegas took notice of him.
Sometimes they propositioned him after one of the football teams' victories, or sometimes requested a dance at a house party.
Occasionally, it happened far less dramatically in biology class or while waiting in line at the coffee shop before school, when an omega would strike up a conversation out of the blue, fluttering their eyelashes and sidling up to him.
Yuuji never lacked for attention.
He'd gone out with a handful of omegas over the years, even hooked up with a few when his boredom finally outweighed his goodwill, but nothing had been memorable. Each omega had been attractive in their own way, kind and interesting. There wasn't anything wrong with them.
The problem lied with him.
His heart remained quiet, never urging him closer, never encouraging him, and even during his ruts he wouldn't picture anyone in particular, knotting his fist while thinking of nondescript warmth and wetness.
He told himself that he was just picky.
After all, he was popular and reasonably handsome if the number of compliments he got counted for anything. There wasn’t any pressure to settle down, he was barely out of high school.
Even so, there were moments when loneliness slipped through the cracks of his carefully constructed confidence.
Not the kind that came from being physically alone, because he almost never was, but something that made him feel like there would never be someone right for him.
He was embarrassed enough to never voice those feelings out loud, but they were hardest to ignore when he was home, sitting in the kitchen with his parents. Their faded mating bites were visible on the backs of their necks, scents blended together in a way that comforted him.
They laughed together over dinner, settled into each other while watching movies, finished each others’ sentences.
That would be him someday. He was a romantic, what could he say?
Most days, he could brush aside those feelings with relative ease. His future was stretched ahead of him like an open road. Surely, somewhere among all of the people he would meet in college, there would be someone capable of making him feel something.
Most nights ended the same way.
Sprawled across his bed with his phone lazily balanced in a hand, thumb drifting across the screen. Notifications came through occasionally, a DM, a meme in the group chat, a spam text, but he ignored it all in favor of opening an incognito tab on his laptop.
Finding someone willing to fuck him would have been laughably easy, his messages were full enough as it was.
He knew plenty of omegas that would have accepted with little hesitation, but it left a sour taste in his mouth. Too often they looked at him with hopeful eyes, scents sweetening with anticipation, with want.
They wanted dates, exclusivity, courtship. They wanted feelings, and Yuuji wouldn’t give them any of that. Couldn’t give them any of that.
Using someone to get off simply because they happened to be available and willing felt unfair, especially when he knew that he would walk away unmoved. It was easier to keep his distance then become another disappointing story shared quietly between friends.
So he scrolled instead, videos and thumbnails that hardly interested him.
Naughty Nurse House Call.
Sneaky Latina makes a big, risky move!
Omega Hotties want you.
Hot maid loves to clean… and much MORE!
He wasn't necessarily picky with it, but nothing was piquing his interest tonight, all the polished, scripted videos blending together. His thumb moved absentmindedly through an endless stream until one thumbnail caught his eye.
It looked amateur; the lighting was flat, almost gray beneath a normal bedroom light. The camera angle was awkward too, as though it was balanced on a stack of books instead of a proper tripod.
The bedding was plain, walls bare, and the entire thing lacked the glossy perfection that usually dominated the porn he watched.
The thumbnail revealed almost nothing about the person in it. Whoever they were had been cropped just below the chin and they knelt on the unremarkable bed, arms twisted behind their back. Their skin was so fair, from their perky tits to their toned stomach; Yuuji let his eyes rake over their lithe waist and plush thighs.
He was entranced as he clicked the video, horrified to see that it was only three minutes long.
"… Seriously?" He muttered aloud to his room.
Despite the brevity of the content, when it loaded, Yuuji unzipped his jeans. He was already at half-chub from just staring at the thumbnail.
The video started and Yuuji realized that the omega on screen was situating something behind themself, and though the angle wasn’t good enough for him to see, he heard a sharp intake of breath.
The omega brought their hands to their nipples and pinched as they sunk down before moving their hips in little jerky circles. Yuuji could see the flared base of a purple dildo with a knot on the bed, but he couldn't tell how big it was.
It didn’t matter, because soft, breathy moans started floating through his laptop speakers.
He looked around like someone was gonna yell at him, panicked like a teenager who just got caught jerking off for the first time. He was home alone tonight, so he shook his head, turning his attention back to the video.
Now, at the very top of the frame he could see pink-bitten lips parting with each movement of their hips, and Yuuji realized with a start that he was fully hard now, leaking pre-cum and using it to stroke himself in languid movements, long and slow drags at the same pace that the omega was moving their hips at.
The video continued, and the omega started bouncing in earnest, thighs quivering.
They let out the sweetest noises that Yuuji had ever heard, and he could see the slick dripping down their thighs, pooling around the dildo, easing their way.
Yuuji wondered what the omega smelled like as he moved his own hand faster. Yuuji’s eyes were glued to the screen, it was like he could smell the phantom scent of this omega, could feel their soft skin under his hands.
He knew the omega wouldn’t smell sickly sweet, wouldn’t have one of those candied scents that gave him a headache.
He twisted his wrist just right as the omega onscreen came, slick gushing down onto the sheets around the dildo. A long an drawn out whine came through the speakers.
"Alphaaa~"
Yuuji blacked out, one hand squeezing around his rapidly forming knot — knot? — as he came. What the fuck?
He hadn't cum this fast in years, not to mention popping a knot from just jerking off. He hadn't been so lost in a fantasy in a long time.
He sat still for a bit longer, breathing deeply, before cleaning himself up with a tissue.
Curious, Yuuji clicked on the profile, only to let out a small noise when he realized it was blank. He navigated back to the video and watched it again. And again. And again.
He memorized the sounds, the movements. He drank it all in, from the way the omega's thighs shook to the pretty rosy pink shade of their nipples.
Who the fuck was this?
Yuuji was a man possessed.
Every time he blinked he could see the beautiful omega’s body on his screen, could practically play the video in his head from memory.
Without fail, he watched the video when he got home, before he fell asleep, before he got in the shower. He was lucky it was only three minutes long or he would end up having serious time-management problems.
Sometimes (most times) he jerked himself off, but sometimes he just watched, fascinated by the way the omega moved, the way they sounded, each new detail he managed to glean from the video.
On his 10th day of obsession, he'd scrolled to the comments by pure chance. Honestly, it has happened on accident, he'd been meaning to click the space bar to pause but it had scrolled down instead.
Annoyed, he was going to scroll back up without thinking when he saw the comments.
There were only 7 comments, 5 of which were the usual porn website comments: fire emojis, random compliments, etc. One comment was someone trauma dumping, and Yuuji rolled his eyes. But the seventh comment… the seventh comment was life changing.
BTW he's a livestreamer 🔗
Yuuji felt his heartbeat in his ears as he hovered over the link.
Holy shit, was this it? Was this omega a real person?
He’d built up such a fantasy about this omega, could feel their skin under his hands, could imagine the way they smelled, the way they moved like it was second nature.
After a deep breath, he clicked the link and a profile popped up. The profile photo was a moody picture, but Yuuji opened it all the way up to see that it was one of the most beautiful omegas he'd ever seen. Messy black hair, big green eyes, a glinting silver eyebrow piercing.
The profile was called @urblessing, and it said that the omega’s name was Megumi.
Yuuji turned the name over in his head a couple of times, and it felt right. MegumiMegumiMegumiMegumi. He continued browsing.
It was a pretty bare-bones website, with a tab for membership tier options, a tab for livestream viewing, and finally a calendar with a schedule of when he was going live. There was also a “clips” tab, which was empty save for two videos.
The first was the video that had been clipped to the porn website he was on of him riding the purple dildo. The video that Yuuji could recite from memory.
The second was a little more intriguing, and he clicked on it. It was much shorter, only about a minute long, and this time Megumi wasn’t alone. Another omega was with him, a girl with choppy black hair and bangs that had a blue streak in them.
Both of the omegas were only wearing tiny black shorts and lacy black bras, and the camera quality was a bit better than what Yuuji recognized from the previous video, the angle slightly wider.
Yuuji pressed the heel of his hand into his sweatpants as he watched the two move. Megumi’s face was visible in this video and Yuuji thought that he might be drooling. He was even more beautiful in motion, dark hair framing his face, which was just as pale as the rest of him, cheekbones high and nose a perfect slope.
Yuuji was almost annoyed that the girl was covering part of Megumi’s beautiful face, until his brain caught up with why. The two omegas were making out filthily, tongues curling around each other, and at one point Yuuji caught Megumi’s small omega fangs tugging on the girl’s lower lip.
“Fuck…” Yuuji mumbled, enraptured, pressing the heel of his hand down into his rapidly hardening cock.
The girl’s hands were running up and down Megumi’s bare sides, feather-light touches that made goosebumps erupt over the skin. Just as she started to crawl on top of Megumi, settling herself between his delicately spread legs, the video ended.
Yuuji groaned. Blue balled by this fucking omega again?
Having learned his lesson, he scrolled down to the video information. The title was simple: Fun with @kirastar. That must be the girl.
The comments were plentiful, about 20 different ones with people thirsting over one or both of the omegas, offering to buy them things, giving them tips and video ideas.
He navigated back to the calendar and actually looked at it. It was pretty sparse, only a couple of days marked with stars on them. Every Saturday, a small navy blue star was there, indicating a livestream.
Yuuji realized that he actually was drooling a little bit, and he went to the subscription page. Today was Thursday, which meant that a new livestream was only three days away. He had to subscribe now or risk missing it.
There were a couple of reasonably priced tiers, which almost made Yuuji scoff. The most expensive was $50/month, and that was far too low for Megumi; Yuuji would have paid $1,000/month for access to more content.
His card was already saved on his computer, and he signed up with the username @torayuu. Now all he had to do was wait for Saturday.
Yuuji felt like he was sleepwalking through the rest of the week, waiting for Saturday. He skipped the post-game after-party on Friday and rotted in bed all day, despite his friends’ insistence that he was becoming an incel.
Maybe he was. He didn’t even care, he was too excited for the livestream.
At 8:55pm, he couldn’t wait any longer and he dragged himself out of bed, stripping out of his t-shirt and making his way over to his desk. He woke his laptop up, embarrassed but not surprised to see that Megumi’s page was already open.
He went to the livestream page, and waited.
5 minutes never felt so long, but finally, there was movement on the screen, and it turned to a cute loading graphic with a little white bunny hopping across the screen.
Yuuji actually let out a croon to his empty room, charmed by the omega’s choice of loading screen.
Finally camera turned on and Megumi was there, dressed in comfortable clothes. A big black t-shirt and tiny shorts, maybe the same ones from the video with Kirara? Yuuji couldn't be sure. As he leaned back from the screen, he offered a coy smile.
Yuuji was rock hard. Already.
He waited to pull himself out of his sweats though, not even daring to breathe. He didn’t really know how these streams worked, what Megumi did or how long they lasted. This was all new to him.
“Nice to see you all,” Megumi said, and Yuuji could’ve cum untouched on the spot.
His voice was low and silky, lips pretty and pink as they wrapped around the words. Yuuji wanted them wrapped around his cock.
“Some new names in the chat today,” Megumi continued, and Yuuji blinked. Did that mean him?
He hadn’t realized there even was a chat, but now that Megumi pointed it out, Yuuji saw it flicking across the side of his screen. It looked like there were quite a few viewers, and that pissed Yuuji off.
People were talking in chat, sending compliments, sending emojis, sending… money? Yuuji opened the chat window a bit bigger and saw the option to donate, and a wicked grin spread across his face.
He donated $100.
Looking back at the screen, he saw the moment Megumi saw the donation, the moment Megumi noticed him. It was addictive, the way his eyes lit up, metaphorical ears perking.
“Wow, thank you torayuu! I like your username, Tora for Tiger, right?” He said, and Yuuji gripped the edge of the desk.
“Yes,” he whispered into the darkness of his room.
Megumi was still talking.
“Well, like I was saying, lots of new names in chat. I’m glad to see you all, and I hope I can make it worth your time.” He said, voice dropping into a low purr.
Yuuji felt his own chest vibrating in response, it was sick how much control this omega had over him, but he was mesmerizing. Despite the grainy quality of the stream, Yuuji could see how clear his skin was, the slight blush high on his pretty cheeks.
He crawled backwards a bit onto the bed, folding up his long legs underneath him, and Yuuji noticed just how long his legs were. Megumi might be as tall as him, which was unusual for an omega, but that was okay, Yuuji didn’t care about height.
In his hand, he had a toy. Yuuji thought that maybe it was called a rabbit; it looked like a dildo with a little piece on the other side, which Yuuji figured would go over his clit. But first, Megumi set it on the bed next to him and started pulling up his shirt.
“Now, I’m feeling a little tired, but I still wanna put on a show, so I was thinking that I would do some audience participation today.” He hummed, crossing his arms in front of him and pulling off his shirt slowly.
Yuuji bit down on his lip as Megumi dragged his hands down his chest, shivering minutely as his fingertips grazed his nipples. His tits were small enough that he didn’t need to wear a bra, but still they bottomed out as his hands ran over them.
“I have my trusty rabbit here, one of my favorites,” Megumi said, grazing a finger down the silicon. “And for every $100 donated in the next 30 minutes, I’ll make myself cum.”
Yuuji felt his heart rate pick up.
“Since our new friend torayuu already donated $100, we’ll start with one.”
Yuuji couldn't wait any longer, he slipped his hand into his pants and wrapped it around his aching cock. Chat was flying by now, some people talking to Yuuji about his donation, some to Megumi, some were begging people to donate.
Yuuji didn’t even care that this was an obvious cash grab, all he could think about was Megumi getting so overstimulated he couldn't think, couldn't breathe straight.
Yuuji felt powerful as he watched Megumi turn on the vibrations of the rabbit, pressing it to his clit over the tiny shorts he was wearing, perfect lips falling open in a breathy moan.
One hand on his dick, one hand flying over the keyboard, he kept his eyes on Megumi.
“Now, if donations aren’t your thing, don’t worry about it,” Megumi was humming, eyes a bit glossy from the vibrations, but he held his hand steady. “If we don’t meet the goal—oh.”
Yuuji had to squeeze his hand around the base of his cock when he saw Megumi register his latest donation.
The $500 donation was glaring among the various $10 and $20 donations, and Megumi looked genuinely shocked.
He recovered quick, eyes turning mischievous as he slid to the edge of the bed, fingers hooking into the edge of his shorts. “Torayuu, thank you for the donation… seems like you came to play.”
If only he knew.
By orgasm six, it was clear that Megumi was having trouble. His sweet moans had turned into whimpers, and from the angle Yuuji could see tears rolling down his cheeks from overstimulation. He’d never looked better.
In the first thirty minutes of the livestream, the total had ended up coming to about $800, courtesy of Yuuji’s $600 and other viewers’ various donations, and though the money was still rolling in, it was coming slower and more sporadically now that there wouldn’t be an orgasm promised for it.
Megumi had started facing the camera, legs spread, pretty pink pussy on display as he turned the rabbit vibrations on. The first orgasm was just from holding it to his clit, and Yuuji had nearly cum himself just realizing how sensitive Megumi was.
It had only escalated from there, with Megumi slipping the dildo part inside of him with the vibrations still on, and turning on the clit stimulator, head falling back against the bed, which dipped under his weight.
Yuuji had cum somewhere around Megumi’s third orgasm, the first time he’d squirted. Megumi’s legs had started to shake, and he’d started to beg.
“Oh, please please please, alpha— fuck—”
Yeah, that had been enough for Yuuji.
Despite his hand being covered in cum, his cock going soft in his loose grip, he had continued watching. Why wouldn’t he?
His interest in Megumi went far beyond sexual… he needed to know everything about him. And plus, he’d paid for at least six orgasms, so he had to make sure Megumi was going to hold up his end of the bargain.
Orgasm five had Megumi squirting again, flipping over and pressing his face into the mattress, hips lifted and presented to the camera. Yuuji’s dick gave a stubborn twitch in his palm at the sight.
But it was clear that the overstimulation had started getting to him. The omega was fighting to keep his own thighs open, whining and drooling into the sheets. It was like he was no longer coherent, all he could do was press his hips back onto the toy.
His sixth orgasm was dry, and Megumi had started crying. His cheeks were flushed red and stained with tears.
The chat was going crazy, people saying all sorts of lewd things, emojis and reactions, encouragement and degradation.
Yuuji donated$30 and typed out: you can do it baby, just two more.
Megumi had turned off all the vibrations and angled himself so that he was facing the stream but still had his hips raised. He was reading the chat.
Yuuji could see his hand working around his hip, fucking the toy in and out, and the omega’s breaths were coming out in little punched ah-ah-ahs that had Yuuji crooning under his breath.
Fuck, he was perfect.
Megumi’s face screwed up and he let out a long whine, and Yuuji knew he’d cum again. One stream in and he was starting to learn Megumi’s tells. Like how he always closed his eyes when he came, and how his hips pulled taut against nothing.
If Yuuji focused, he could almost feel those hips pressed against his own, could feel Megumi’s orgasm clenching around him, hot and wet on his cock.
He realized too late that Megumi had turned again, now sitting propped up on his elbows, legs spread and flushed face staring directly into the camera. Yuuji could see tear tracks down his ruddy cheeks, could see the slick glistening on his inner thighs.
He was hard again.
He doubted he’d be able to pop a knot, but he spat in his hand anyways, mixing it with his tacky leftover cum and new pre-cum that had accumulated just from watching the omega overstimulate himself.
“I—” Megumi started, and had to clear his throat, hoarse from whining and moaning. “I never thought that you guys would like this idea so much… enough to donate for eight orgasms, but Im grateful for all of you.”
Yuuji could feel his eyes getting dry and starting to hurt from looking at a screen for so long, but he was unwilling to even blink, lest he miss a moment of Megumi on his screen.
“I would personally thank each and every one of you if I could,” Megumi said with a wry smile, but the mere thought of that made Yuuji growl to himself. Megumi was his. “But since I can’t, you’ll just have to settle for the eighth orgasm.”
To Yuuji’s surprise, he tossed the toy to the side, and with a shaky hand, he slid uncoordinated fingers down his body, slipping them between his soaking folds and circling his clit.
Megumi let out a mewl when his fingers brushed the sensitive bud, and Yuuji tightened his hand. Something about watching Megumi drag his own hand, his own long and dexterous fingers through his slick was working for him.
Yuuji could feel his stomach tightening as the omega slipped two fingers in to his hole, slightly loose from the toy, but still tight enough that he gasped a bit.
“Mm,” Megumi hummed fingers moving languidly now, all urgency gone now that he was on his final promised orgasm. “Fuck, I wish I was knotted, all I’m missing now is being bred.”
Yuuji rolled his eyes back, twisting his hand on the upstroke. He could imagine it, fucking his knot in, feeling Megumi’s nails raking down his back as he begged for it to take, as he begged to get pupped.
“Shit, ah—” Yuuji gasped as the cum dripped down his hand and shaft. No knot, but he felt the orgasm in his whole body, down to his toes.
Even when he’d long stopped cumming, all he could see was Megumi with a soft round tummy, with swollen tits and a pregnancy glow. It would suit him so well.
So lost in his fantasy, he missed much of the buildup for Megumi’s final orgasm, but he managed to catch the moment where Megumi moaned and a tiny amount of liquid squirted out between his thighs.
Megumi practically collapsed onto the bed after that, body giving out on him, and he laid there for a moment, panting. Yuuji was hypnotized by the rise and fall of his chest.
“Fuck, that was really something,” Megumi hummed, voice wrecked, body trembling as he sat up and leaned forward. “As always, thanks for joining, I’ll see you next time.”
Megumi leaned forward, reaching out to turn the camera off, but not before winking at the viewers. At Yuuji.
For the next month, Yuuji’s life revolved around Saturday nights.
Not in the way that a typical teenager’s would, in fact, he had all but stopped attending parties and social gatherings entirely, choosing to pick up extra shifts at the restaurant he was a waiter at and then staying in on Saturdays, much to the chagrin of his teammates and friends.
It was like every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was Megumi: his pretty pink lips, his silver eyebrow piercing, his waist. God, his waist, Yuuji was sure that he could wrap his hands all the way around it if he ever got the chance.
Basically, @urblessing took over his every waking moment.
He’d never felt so pre-pubescent before, popping boners in the most random venues just from thinking about Megumi, about whatever had happened during the most recent livestream.
Since he’d been a member, Megumi had only done one livestream with another person, and it was the same omega from the clip on his website. She came with her own group of fans, and Yuuji learned that her name was Kirara.
Again, when she was there with Megumi, the camera quality was markedly better, as well as there being a sort of production value that his livestreams usually lacked. It made Yuuji suspicious.
With some digging, he found out that Kirara had an alpha boyfriend and Yuuji disliked him immediately. His public Instagram had thousands of followers and was all pictures of him doing money spreads in ridiculous fur coats.
Yuuji wondered if he was a pimp.
He tried not to think about it. Tried not to notice the way that Kirara looked somewhere behind the camera while Megumi kissed down her neck or the way that instead of Megumi or Kirara reaching forward to end the livestream it just cut off.
Like someone cut it off for them, someone in the room. Someone like Kirara’s boyfriend.
It rubbed Yuuji the wrong way, but luckily, Kirara wasn’t a fixture on the streams. Most times, it was the charming, grainy livestream that Yuuji was used to.
Megumi did a variety of things, sometimes he rode dildos, the rabbit made an appearance again, and one memorable time he used an inflatable knot.
Yuuji felt a shiver run down his spine at the thought.
The moment Megumi had said that his highest donor of the night would get to control the size of the knot, Yuuji knew he had to be that donor.
And he did, watching with glazed eyes as Megumi moaned and hiccuped, trying to sit on the knot and eventually falling forward, tears staining the comforter and raising his hips to let gravity help him.
Presenting.
Chat was busy telling him how good he was; praising him until clear liquid was running down Megumi’s inner thighs and he was whimpering.
But Yuuji didn't let up, keeping the knot steadily growing, pressing up against all of his sweet spots.
Megumi was incoherent by then, begging for the invisible alpha to breed him, to stuff him full.
Yuuji drained his bank account that night.
Now, Saturday had come, and Yuuji was excited for the stream tonight. Megumi had posted on his members tab earlier that day, a picture of him in a cute oversized shirt with the caption: something special planned for tonight, make sure to tune in
Yuuji would rather die than miss whatever his cheeky omega had planned.
Megumi had an Instagram, which Yuuji had found with minimal searching, but it was private and only had 80 followers.
The profile picture was similar to his website’s: a moody selfie taken in a black hoodie. The bio was empty save for his first name.
Yuuji sent the follow request the second he found the profile, excited for a deeper look into the omega’s life. He wondered if he had pets. Or what he did in his spare time. Maybe the music he listened to.
His thoughts about Megumi remained near-constant.
Though a week had passed and Megumi hadn't accepted his follow request yet, Yuuji wasn’t bothered. He figured the omega was just inactive on Instagram.
Until his follow request was accepted, he looked through his website. When he’d signed up, the membership subscription page had changed into a feed tab. It was practically a mini Instagram, with Megumi posting a pic every now and then, mostly on Fridays to get people excited for the stream.
Yuuji had scrolled to the bottom and worked his way up, making sure he didn’t miss anything.
It looked like Megumi had started streaming relatively recently, only last December, and Yuuji wondered if that was when he’d turned 18. If it was, it would make them closer in age than he thought.
The pictures on the feed had started off as grainy selfies and moved to mirror pics, with the occasional tasteful nude thrown in as a treat.
As he’d scrolled Yuuji took in everything he could about the omega: the type of tea he liked evidenced by a box in the background of a photo, the panties he posted the most, a black lacy pair that hugged his perky ass just right.
Safe to say, Yuuji was excited for the livestream tonight. He was extra excited because his parents were out on a date night, which meant that he had the house to himself, but he still stayed in his bedroom, feeling strange about bringing Megumi out of the confines of those four walls.
The loading screen popped up promptly at 9pm, the little bunny that Yuuji had grown so fond of hopping across his screen with the loading bar.
When the camera cut on, Yuuji sucked in a breath. Megumi usually started his streams in a comfortable state of dress; big t-shirts, soft shorts, even occasionally a hoodie and sweatpants — peeling them off layer by layer. Yuuji liked that, it made him feel real and not choreographed.
Today though, Megumi was dolled up, dressed in a lacy black bodysuit with a high neck and high cut on the hips. Yuuji could see that his eyes were darker than usual, almost like he had smudged eyeliner or mascara or something on them.
Yuuji liked the comfortable way about his usual streams, but looking at Megumi’s pale skin, perky tits poking through the lace he could admit that this was good too. Really fucking good.
Yuuji was already hard, the anticipation and glimpse of Megumi in lingerie enough to do it for him.
Megumi hummed to himself, watching the people filter in, the chat fill up, donations come in. Yuuji donated $20 and commented in chat: you look so pretty, baby.
Megumi grinned to himself as his eyes flicked through the comments, and Yuuji grinned back at his screen. No doubt Megumi was grinning at his message.
After a couple of minutes of Megumi making small talk, answering questions in chat and adjusting the angles, he took a deep breath and sat back on the bed, his hips spilling out from the sides of the bodysuit.
Yuuji’s eyes greedily took him in.
“Hi guys,” Megumi trilled, picking at the lace near his navel. “I told you I had something special for you today, and I meant it.”
Yuuji nodded to his screen as Megumi continued.
“I know my audience is mostly alphas. So I need you to promise you wont get too mad at me for this, but I have a treat for you.”
Yuuji suppressed a growl at the thought of the other alphas watching Megumi, thinking of Megumi, getting off to Megumi. Yuuji wanted to kill them.
“I know you love when Kirara comes to play,” Megumi started and Yuuji had to fight to roll his eyes. Liked was a strong word, tolerated was better.
“But I have a different special guest today.”
Yuuji felt his blood run cold. Could this be Kirara’s boyfriend? Yuuji couldn't remember his name but the thought of him touching Megumi made him sick.
“He’s a little shy,” Megumi hummed, eyes drifting somewhere behind the camera. “So everyone be nice to him as he provides you with one of the most highly requested streams.”
Suddenly, the camera was moving. Yuuji was gripping the base of his dick, eyes narrowed and searching as the camera settled.
Megumi had slid to the ground and was on his knees now, staring up at the camera through his lashes, big green eyes shining under the ceiling light. Yuuji’s dick throbbed, he imagined Megumi looking up at him like that, pretty lips parted as he begged for his cock.
A hand carded through Megumi’s hair and Yuuji froze.
The hand was big, and practically all of Megumi’s head was cradled in it. The painted-black nails were chipped and they scratched the omega’s head lightly, causing Megumi to make a low, pleased sound in his throat.
Yuuji watched, suspicious as Megumi nuzzled against the heel of the hand. Yuuji noticed absently that there was a couple of thick, black geometric tattoos around the wrist of the hands’ owner.
The tattoo sparked a memory in him, but he was distracted when Megumi spoke again.
“Please,” He whined, leaning even further forward and pressing his nose to what Yuuji now realized was a sizeable bulge hidden under a black pair of boxers. “Please, let me suck your cock.”
Yuuji was confused.
He hated the way his dick twitched with interest as the strangers’ thumb pressed down into the flat of Megumi’s tongue, hated the way he didn't hate seeing Megumi like this.
He could almost pretend this was for him. He donated $30 with the comment: put on a show and i’ll forgive you.
He figured Megumi saw the chat when the corners of his lips turned up around the fingers that were now languidly stroking in and out of his mouth, slick saliva pooling around them. God, his mouth was as wet as his pussy.
The camera shifted, and the boxers were gone, pulled down by Megumi. Yuuji could tell the cock belonged to an alpha, could see the knot half-formed at the base.
Not to mention, it was huge. Yuuji was obviously no stranger to porn, and he thought that he’d seen it all, but this cock was bigger than any he’d ever seen. Fuck, why was pre leaking onto his hand?
Megumi seemed un-phased by the size, leaning forward and giving the head a kitten lick that had Yuuji’s heart skipping a beat. Truly, this livestream was becoming a cardio workout.
He ran his own fingers along the underside of his cock in time with the flat tongued licks, tightening his fist around the head when Megumi slid down, only able to take the cock about halfway before gagging a bit.
“Awww,” A low voice rumbled from behind the camera, and Yuuji’s hand stilled while his cock jumped at the voice. “You can take it all, little omega. I know you can, do it for your fans.”
Yuuji practically moaned just at the voice, at the condescension and praise rolled into one, at the way the hand gripped harder into Megumi’s hair and pulled him down further until he gagged for real.
But Megumi didn’t let his gag reflex stop him, folding his hands behind his back, eyes watering where stared up at the camera.
Yuuji groaned and started moving his own hand again, watching as the mystery alpha behind the camera started rolling his hips, fucking into Megumi’s warm, waiting mouth.
God, it was like Yuuji could feel it on his own cock, the sounds were so lewd. Gagging and slurping while his throat was used like a fleshlight, Megumi took it so well, hands never budging from behind his back, tears dripping down his cheeks.
Yuuji was gonna cum, he could feel it building in his lower abs.
He had originally been skeptical when he’d seen another alpha with Megumi, with his Megumi, but this was so good. The alpha was fucking his throat just like Yuuji wanted to, was holding the camera steady and talking in low tones that went straight to Yuuji’s head.
“Fuck, baby,” The alpha crooned after a particularly rough thrust, hips stuttering. “Im gonna knot that slutty fucking mouth of yours. I know you want it.”
Yuuji was so turned on he felt like he was gonna die as Megumi frantically nodded. Or, nodded as much as he could with the fat cock ramming into his throat, muffling his groan of approval.
Yuuji could see the knot swelling at the base of the alpha’s cock, could see Megumi’s eyes locking on it, hungry.
“Yeah, baby. Unh, take it, swallow, fuck!” The alpha came, thrusting past Megumi’s stretched pink lips, knot lodging firmly in place in his mouth.
Yuuji could see Megumi’s throat working as he swallowed, could see the way he struggled to breathe and he could feel his own orgasm fast approaching.
He wanted to knot Megumi’s throat. He should be the one there, instead of that stupid tacky alpha with his painted nails and his geometric tattoos. His giant cock and his...
Just above the head of the alpha’s cock was a thatch of thick pink pubes, as well as a dusting of pink down his abs. Pink?
Yuuji’s gaze slid across his desk, the muffled sounds of Megumi working himself to orgasm on his fingers ringing in his ears as his own hand continued to move faster. His eyes landed on a framed photo on his bookshelf from years ago.
It was from the last family reunion. Choso — Kaori’s son from a prior marriage and Yuuji’s half-brother — stood to his left, smiling placidly. The omega lived states away with his mate, only coming to visit occasionally but doting on Yuuji like he was still a baby each time they saw each other.
Then there was Yuuji, in all his thirteen-year old awkwardness. This photo was taken back when he still had braces, good lord.
On his other side was Jin, perpetually in good spirits, pinching at Yuuji’s chubby cheek and holding up a peace sign. Next to Jin, was —
The wires finally crossed in Yuuji’s brain.
Painted nails. Geometric Tattoos. Big build. Pink hair. Alpha.
Could it be?
Another muffled moan came through the speakers of his laptop and his eyes snapped back to the screen, where the Megumi still had his mouth knotted, and was cumming around the fingers that had slipped under the lace of his bodysuit, eyes rolled back.
He came into his hand, vision whiting out just as he connected the dots.
Did he just cum watching his uncle fuck Megumi’s throat?