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Should Sakusa be traveling to their match against the Tachibana Red Falcons? No, probably not.
Did he care? No, not really.
Everything should go smoothly since they’ll only be gone for one night, but there was still that worrisome thought in the back of his mind.
His heat was due soon and even though he was on suppressants they weren’t the kind that fully got rid of heats, they just eased them and kept them regular. Plus Sakusa didn’t like the idea of never having his heat. Sure, they were annoying and most likely useless since he had no intention of getting pregnant anytime – or ever at this point in his life. However, he knows that having a regular heat is healthy for his body and will help keep him in top performance for volleyball.
Besides his heats weren’t horrible, they were average if anything. Sakusa did everything in his power to maintain a healthy body and making sure his omega genes were taken care of was a huge aspect of that.
He did, however, have specialized suppressants that his doctor prescribed him for situations where he had a match or event that fell during his heat cycle so that he could postpone it a little further. Consequently, those suppressants made his delayed heats horrible, causing him to be out of practice for at least a week instead of the typical 4 or 5 days.
Everyone on MSBY was surprised when Sakusa told them he was an omega. Well all but two of them.
Hinata Shoyo, also an omega, was able to tell right away, but waited until Sakusa said something first.
And Miya Atsumu, an alpha, also knew before everyone else, including Hinata. Atsumu has known for years, ever since the All-Japan Youth Training Camp.
To say they had an exciting camp experience would be an understatement. Atsumu was constantly trying to start conversations with Sakusa, which the taller boy would just shrug or nod along with, occasionally speaking a few words when gestures weren’t enough. They obviously knew of each other, both being some of the top high school players in the country, but they didn’t know each other.
Sakusa had to deal with Atsumu constantly striking up a one sided conversation and then listen to Komori poke fun at his cousin’s struggles.
“Just make a friend out of him. He seems fine.” Komori pressed.
Sakusa rolled his eyes, arms crossed in front of his chest as he watched Atsumu chat away with another player during one of their breaks. “He’s annoying.”
Komori lets out a small laugh. “You’re just scared he could actually be a chill guy who you could get along with.”
The curly haired boy huffs and grabs his water bottle off the bench. “I don’t need any friends. Friends are a distraction.” They were words his father had told him and his siblings many times before and Komori knew that, but it didn’t stop that slightly hurt look from crossing his face. Sakusa sighs. “Not you. You’re different.”
Komori half grins at that, still not liking the mindset that’s been instilled in his cousin’s brain, but there’s not much he can do about that. “Thanks, cuz. Not just give him a chance, alright? Who knows, maybe you guys will be the best of friends.”
Sakusa rolls his eyes at that. “Yeah, maybe when Hell freezes over.”
The blond was so persistent, that by the last night of camp they found themselves in one of the bathrooms at 1 AM, locked inside the handicap stall.
Was that entire situation something Sakusa was proud of? Not necessarily, but he did enjoy the adrenaline rush he felt from the experience. And that was what caused the boys to meet up in private whenever they were in town.
Now imagine their reactions to Sakusa being signed to the same team Astumu had been a part of since he graduated. It wasn’t exactly an awkward reunion, but it sure was a bit tense. They hadn’t seen each other in well over a year, with Atsumu being a professional player and Sakusa off at university. It wasn’t awkward because they both had matured, albeit Atsumu’s childish tendencies at times.
The last time they saw each other before Sakusa officially signed his contract with MSBY was when Atsumu, Tomas, and Barnes all went to scout him at one of his college games. It was towards the end of his senior year, so Sakusa has already been in contact with a few teams that showed an interest in him. He ended up playing really well, impressing both Tomas and Barnes who hadn’t got to witness much of the curly haired man’s talents, but Atsumu knew. And he also knew that he was going to see the taller man later that night, it was bound to happen.
Sure enough, as Atsumu, Tomas, and Barnes were walking home from the bar they stopped at after the match, Atsumu received a text. He knows who it was before he even saw his phone, a small smirk playing at his lips. He makes up some excuse to his teammates and says he’ll meet them back at the hotel later. They nod and wave him off before he is headed back in the direction of the campus they were just at.
Sakusa had said his roommate was out of town visiting family and that he had his whole dorm room to himself. Atsumu was practically jogging back to the campus grounds, trying to follow the directions he was sent to find the right dorm building. Luckily for him, Sakusa was waiting outside his building, fiddling around on his phone before looking up at the setter, his facial expressions staying neutral.
Atsumu can see past the other’s facade of being emotionless. They've been intimate with each other enough times to be able to pick up on each other’s mannerisms. For example, Sakusa’s face may scream ‘I am bored out of my mind.’, but Astumu can see his nostrils flare up as he steps closer. He can smell how Sakusa’s vanilla scent had turned darker.
“Hey, Omi-Kun. Missed me that much?” Atsumu smirks as he reaches the taller man. He gently reaches out, taking Sakusa’s hand in his grasp. He sees the raven haired man’s cheeks flush and gives a toothy grin. “Lead the way, sweetheart.”
Sakusa grips his hand before huffing in fake annoyance and dragging Atsumu into his building. “Don’t call me that.” He grumbles.
They make it to the elevator and wait patiently for it to come down to the first floor. As they wait, Atsumu is gently running his fingertips along Sakusa’s hand, loving the way the taller man shifts his weight from one foot to the other, trying to keep himself distracted.
The second the elevator opened and they could see it was empty, Sakusa pulled Atsumu inside, quickly hitting the button for his floor, and shoved the shorter man against the wall, attacking his lips. Atsumu gasps at how straightforward the other was, but almost instantly dissolved into the kiss, securing his hands on Sakusa’s hips and pulling him against his body.
Sakusa ground his hips against Atsumu, causing the shorter man to groan into their sloppy kiss. The blond pulls away, snagging Sakusa’s bottom lip between his teeth, earning a soft whine. Atsumu smirks, “So needy, baby.” He runs his hands up the other’s sides, feeling the little tremor of chills run through his body. “Have ya been good?”
Sakusa’s cheeks flush deeply as he nods small, looking down.
Atsumu slides his hands over Sakusa’s ass, feeling the dampness below his cheeks. “Yer wet already.” He applies pressure as he slides his hand along the underside of the taller man, causing him to shiver. “Just so excited to see me again.” He smirks.
Sakusa just glares down at him, “Shut up.” He mumbles.
Atsumu playfully glares back with a grin. “Oh someone’s sassy today, huh?” He says as he slides his hand inside Sakusa’s waistband, squeezing his ass. He watches Sakusa’s nostrils flare as he tries to keep his composure, but when Atsumu slips a finger into his hole his eyes flutter.
Atsumu gives a toothy grin. “Yer sensitive still. After all these years of us playin’ together.”
Sakusa just stared at him with an almost pitiful look of need.
It didn’t take long for Sakusa to drag the alpha to his room, shove him inside, and lock the door behind them.
It’s just routine for them.
They weren’t dating or mated or anything of that nature. They were just fuck buddies. Plain and simple.
But, that was a few years ago and after almost 5 years of sleeping with someone, feelings are bound to come into play.
Surprisingly enough it was Sakusa who confessed to wanting to be more than friends with the alpha. It was after he joined MSBY, they were still fucking around with each other in private, but eventually Sakusa had had enough of listening to Atsumu brag to their teammates about all his wild nights out with various omegas and betas.
After practice one day they were planning on meeting up later, after they both cleaned up. Once they were done and both laying in Sakusa’s bed, the curly haired man just blurted out his confession. His mouth worked faster than his brain at that moment and he thought for sure that Atsumu was going to turn him down and leave right away. Maybe even freak out and tell him off.
But he didn’t.
He actually didn’t say anything. He just turned over and grabbed Sakusa’s chin in his hand, forcing the man to face him, and crashed their lips together.
You can probably assume what happened after that and how it resulted in Atsumu spending the night in Sakusa’s bed, both sleeping in and almost being late to practice the following morning.
And they’ve been together since. However, they keep it private, not wanting to mess up the team in any way. They both agreed to tell a few people. Atsumu told Osamu, who told Suna, while Sakusa told Komori and one of his sisters. But that was it.
Atsumu was a really good alpha. He wasn’t the fake tough guy kind who was all about showing off and asserting his dominance. Yet, sometimes Sakusa wished he was. All Atsumu did was worry, especially around heat time – which was now. The alpha also didn’t like the idea of his boyfriend taking the specialized suppressants, even if he understood why they were needed.
Whenever situations such as their away match arise, Atsumu goes into full protection mode. He’s constantly asking how Sakusa is feeling, asking if he needs anything, offering to go get him snacks, literally everything in that realm. And while it was adorable seeing the blond’s puppy dog eyes whenever he was concerned, it got annoying. Fast.
It didn’t help that around his heat, Sakusa’s hormones were everywhere and he got snappy.
All in all, their relationship was going well. Plus, hiding it from the team wasn’t hard since neither of them were huge on PDA. They just seemed like friends who didn’t want to admit they were friends, due to all of the teasing remarks thrown at each other.
But now they were on the bus with all of the MSBY guys, sitting next to each other. Atsumu was asleep with his head tipped back and mouth hung open, semi loud snores escaping. Sakusa would have rolled his eyes if he wasn’t freaking out internally. He could feel the early symptoms of his preheat, they weren’t horrible yet, but he had made himself familiar with every possible sign of his heat starting. He wasn’t too worried about it starting before they reached the hotel they would be staying at, he was more concerned about the preheat symptoms affecting his play. He’d take one of the specialized suppressants once they reached the hotel and had a few hours to unpack. Luckily, he and Atsumu were roommates whenever they traveled for games, which often resulted in post game celebratory fun or simply cuddling and watching a movie after a loss.
Sakusa was tapping his foot, staring aimlessly out the window and anxiously waiting to reach their destination. He would take the suppressant now, but it was in his bag, stored under the bus. He would look over at Atsumu every so often, he slept like a log, and Sakusa would never admit to just sitting and watching him sleep occasionally.
Time passes slowly, but they finally arrive at the hotel. Kiyoomi nudges Atsumu awake and makes quick work at getting off the bus as fast as possible. Once everyone is off the bus and given their room keys, Sakusa grabs his bag and practically jogs to his room, Atsumu close behind calling out his name.
Once he makes it, he rushes inside and leaves the door open for his boyfriend. He throws his bag on the bed, digging through it for his suppressants.
“Omi?” Atsumu calls out as he finally reaches the room. “Why are ya runnin’?” He asks as he throws his own bag on the bed. He sees the taller man digging through his bag. “What are ya lookin’ for?”
“My suppressants.” Sakusa says without looking up.
That causes Atsumu to tense. “Did ya not take ‘em this mornin’?”
Sakusa scoffs. “Of course I did. I mean the special ones.” He finally finds the small pill bottle that contained what he was looking for. “Finally.” He mutters in relief.
Atsumu steps closer, a look of concern on his face. “Are ya alright? Are ya in preheat? Ya shouldn’t play in the matches, not worth the risk.”
Sakusa took one of the large pills from the bottle and held it between his teeth as he reached for his water bottle, taking a swig to wash the pill down smoothly. “I’ll be fine. Just light symptoms.” He begins organizing the mess he made on the bed. “I’m playing, so don’t try to change my mind.”
Atsumu sighs. “I know, ‘m not gonna stop ya. Just lookin’ out for ya.”
Sakusa peeks up at his boyfriend and sighs at the sad face he finds. He sets down the sweatshirt he was refolding and steps over to the blond, leaning his head down to rest against his shoulder. “I’m sorry, I got bitchy again.” He mumbles against his shoulder.
Atsumu chuckles softly, copying what the taller man did except he was leaning more towards the front of his shoulder due to the slight height difference. “‘S fine. I forgive ya.” He kisses Sakusa’s shoulder. “And ‘m sorry for buggin’. Just worry about ya lots.” He wraps his arms around the taller man’s waist. “It’s cause I love ya though.” He grins.
Sakusa rolls his eyes playfully. “Yeah, right.”
They spend the next few hours making their hotel room comfortable and soon enough they were standing in front of the hotel, waiting for everyone to arrive so they could head to the stadium they were playing at.
Sakusa had felt fine since he took his pill, and continued to feel fine all the way to the stadium and through their warm-up. It wasn’t until about halfway through their second set that he felt unreasonably warm, even more than just him being sweaty from playing. He didn’t have much time to think about it as was playing and by the time it was the start of the fifth set he knew something wasn’t right. He was dizzy and everything smelled so strong. He was sitting on the bench, staring aimlessly at his water bottle.
“-kun.” There was a distant voice.
“Omi-kun?”
Was it Atsumu? That’s what Atsumu calls him. He really liked when his boyfriend calls him that, but he’ll never admit it. He hopes it’s the setter and that he’ll stay near him. Sakusa loves his scent and right now he feels like he can almost taste the maple syrup smell.
“Kiyoomi!” He jolts out of the trance he was in and looks up to find Atsumu staring down at him, his face covered in concern. “What’s wrong?”
Sakusa shakes his head. “Nothing, just zoned out.”
“Omi.” Atsumu says softly, sitting down next to his boyfriend. “Yer releasin’ a lotta pheromones.”
Sakusa looks at him confused before focusing his sense of smell to find his own vanilla scent, and sure enough, it was surrounding him heavily. “But...I took my pills.” He looks to the blond. “I took them.”
“I know ya did.” He looked over his boyfriend’s appearance, finding his eyes were dilating and his face was flushed. He takes a deep breath in and almost chokes at how strong the vanilla scent was, finding the arousal coming through strongly. “Omi...I think ya should go back to the locker room.” He looks over to their coaches and teammates. “Maybe even see if someone can drive ya back to the hotel.”
Sakusa shakes his head. “No. We have one more set and I’m playing.” He stands, but almost immediately feels his knees buckle.
Atsumu jumped up to catch him. “Omi, I mean it.”
Sakusa looks up at him with hazy eyes. He huffs, but on the inhale, he takes in a deep breath of Atsumu’s scent. He lets out a whine against his will. “Tsumu…” He grips onto the alpha’s arm.
Atsumu’s eyes widened. “Ah fuck.” He grumbled and held up the curly haired man who seemed to go limp against him.
He had to do something before Sakusa’s heat fully broke and he and every alpha in their general area reacted. Plus he didn't think that his alpha side would have a friendly reaction to other alphas trying to get to his boyfriend. He looked over to his teammates, finding Hinata and calling him over.
“What’s up! Aren’t you so excited for the fifth set? We’re gonna kick their asses!” Hinata was excitedly ranting before he fully comprehended the sight in front of him. “What’s wrong with Sakusa?”
“He’s in preheat and I don’t think it’ll be long before his heat fully breaks,” Atsumu says as Sakusa clings onto him, small whines slipping past his lips. “Can ya get one of the team managers to drive him back to the hotel?”
Hinata nods and observes the two in front of him, feeling anxious about leaving Sakusa alone with an alpha, even if it’s one of his best friends. “Are you going to be okay, Atsumu?”
The blond hadn’t realized he was breathing heavily until he processed Hinata’s words. He takes a moment before nodding. “Yeah, totally.” He sees Hinata’s hesitant expression. “I promise ‘m fine. Just hurry.”
Hinata nods and runs off.
Atsumu sits himself and Sakusa back down on the bench. “Omi? Baby, are ya with me?” He gets a small mewl in response. “Yer gonna go back to the hotel, okay, love?” That gets a loud whine in protest from the curly haired man, who clings onto Atsumu’s sweaty jersey. “Ya have to. It’s not safe for ya to be in heat in such a crowded place.”
“I’m…I’m fine…” Sakusa hardly gets out. He was squirming around in his seat and really wanted to climb into Atsumu’s lap and just indulge right then and there, but some part of his brain still had impulse control. It wasn’t until he was being dragged to his feet and could feel himself being gently pulled away from his boyfriend. He whined loud, reaching out for Atsumu. “Alpha!”
Atsumu frowns at the sight of their team manager, a beta, carefully pulling Sakusa along to the locker room, trying his best to keep the tall man standing, but there was a large height difference. “Fuck…” Atsumu mumbles and runs a hand through his hair.
“Tsum-Tsum, are you okay? His scent was pretty strong.” Bokuto offers from beside him, where he and Hinata apparently were standing. “You can room with me and Sho for the night.”
Atsumu instantly shakes his head. “Nah, ‘m fine.”
Bokuto and Hinata share a look of concern.
“Dude,” Bokuto speaks up. “He’s going to be in a full-blown heat by the time we get back.”
Atsumu nods. “I know.” In that instant, he realizes why his friends were so worried. “We, uh...fuck, he’s gonna kill me.” He mumbles the last part before sighing. “Me and Omi are datin’.”
Bokuto and Hinata just stared at him in shock, and before they knew it they were all being gathered up to begin their last set.
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After struggling against their manager the entire way back to the hotel and all the way to his room, Sakusa was on the bed, naked, and holding one of Atsumu’s sweatshirts up to his nose. He was grinding his hips into the bed sheets under him, a continuous stream of whines leaving his mouth. He could feel slick running down his thighs and it was very tempting for him to reach around and finger himself, but he thought he would get in trouble with alpha.
The last thing he wanted to do was upset alpha.
He continued to grind against the bed, crying out into the blue hoodie he was holding as he came. He lay there motionless for a minute, catching his breath. He pushed himself up onto his knees and reached for his cock. He makes quick work at jerking himself off, his body was already so sensitive that he would cum at the slightest touch.
“Alpha~” He whined when he came, his face scrunching up.
Once he settles himself for a moment he shifts so he is leaning against the headboard, he pulls his knees up to his chest and holds his alpha’s sweatshirt to his nose. He knew that alpha wouldn’t be happy about what he was going to do, but he needed it and couldn’t wait any longer.
Slick was practically pooling underneath him, his body screaming at him to do something. He reaches his hand down and inserts two fingers into himself, letting out a satisfied whine. He quickly thrusts his fingers in and out, slick smearing down his hand.
He was a whining, crying mess. All he wanted was to feel good, but that insatiable feeling wouldn’t go away no matter what he did. He needed his alpha and it pained him being alone in this state.
He was so out of it, having come multiple times and finally being in a settled state of mind where he was just too exhausted to touch himself anymore, that he didn’t notice the door open.
“Omi?” Atsumu calls out to the omega who was sprawled out on their shared hotel bed. The room was filled with Sakusa’s heavy scent of arousal and Atsumu almost felt light headed from the rush of pheromones that hit him once he walked in the door. “Fuck, Omi.” He growled lowly.
Sakusa just whimpered, still exhausted, but the smell of his alpha perked him up a bit.
Atsumu drops his bag and moves over to the bed, sitting down. “Hi, baby.” He moves a piece of Sakusa’s sweaty hair off his forehead, seeing the two moles that the hair was hiding. “Ya okay?”
Sakusa leans into this boyfriend's touch as best he could and makes a small noise in response.
Atsumu looks over the omega’s body, seeing how sweaty his skin was and how messy he had made himself and their bed. “Baby, ya been good for me?” He asks as he continues to play with the other’s curls.
Sakusa whimpers and turns his face away from the man, but still leans into his touch, causing Atsumu to grin. Sakusa shifts his hips against the bed, starting to feel hot again. “A...Alpha...please.” He whines, grabbing at Atsumu’s sweatpants.
The alpha lets go of his boyfriend’s hair, standing, earning a whine in complaint from the omega. Atsumu chuckles. “No whining, love.” He strips down to nothing and climbs back onto the bed, settling himself down against the headboard. He pats his lap and Sakusa is there in a heartbeat.
Well as quickly as he could go since he was still in a daze.
He was straddling the shorter man, slumped forward against his chest, nose in the crook of his neck, inhaling the rich maple syrup scent. He unconsciously starts to grind down against Atsumu, earning a groan out of him.
Atsumu slides a hand underneath Sakusa, feeling his slick coated thighs, and slips a finger in his hole. Sakusa’s grinding becomes harder at that, trying to get as much friction as possible, but he feels a slap on his ass and that causes him to slow down.
“Good boy.” Atsumu praises. He slips two more fingers in, feeling how loose Sakusa already was. “Did ya touch yourself, Omi?” He knew the answer, but Heat-Sakusa loved being teased. Non-Heat-Sakusa would just never admit that.
The omega whined into his neck and Atsumu assumed that was the only answer he would get. He could smell the scent of vanilla intensifying around them so he knew Sakusa would only be competent for so much longer. Honestly, he wasn’t sure how much longer he would last either. Sakusa just smells so damn good.
After not even two minutes of Atsumu fingering the omega, he couldn’t wait any longer. He flipped Sakusa backwards so he landed on his back where Atsumu’s legs previously were, and pushed his legs up. He wasted no time in driving down and lapping at the omega’s leaking hole.
Sakusa cried out, gripping at the sheets beneath him, slick spilling out of him and all over his alpha’s face.
Atsumu was in heaven. The omega’s scent was strongest here and don’t even get him started on how sweet the slick tasted. He felt like a kid in a candy store whenever he was in this position, and if he could stay here forever he would. Constantly lapping and sucking at the beautiful muscle that was practically calling his name. But, he knew what would feel even better.
He sat up, whipping his chin and making a show of licking his hand clean, earning a whine from the man below him. He smirked as he took hold of his cock, teasing the tip had Sakusa’s hole, smearing slick all over it.
“Alpha...please!” Sakusa cried.
He pushed a wave of his pheromones towards the blond and Atsumu growled low in his throat. He slammed into the omega, instantly picking up a rhythm.
Sakusa was a mess underneath him. He had tears spilling from his eyes, his cheeks and all the way down his neck was flushed a nice pink color, and he had constant whines and moans escaping past his lips.
Atsumu could feel himself slipping. He could feel his alpha side trying to take over. Each snap of his hips was causing his brain to short circuit a little bit more. Everything from the vanilla scent wafting through the small hotel room, to the sinful noises his omega was making, to the wet heat he was driving his cock into. All of it was too much and not enough at the same time.
He could feel the tell tale signs of his knot forming. He pulled out, received a high-pitched whine in protest, flipped Sakusa over onto his stomach, and slammed back in, this time receiving a long drawn out moan. He pounded relentlessly into the omega, holding his hips for leverage.
Sakusa was gripping at the bed sheets for dear life. He was seeing stars in his vision as his body was rocking back and forth. He felt so full and knew it was going to get even better soon. He slowly turned his head to look back at his alpha. His alpha. Only he got to experience this, only he made his alpha feel like this. And that thought brought a loud moan to fall from his lips.
He could hardly make out what Atsumu was saying, all he heard was the growling and groaning under every word and it was mind blowing.
He had no idea how many times he came. Everything felt so amazing, that he couldn’t even tell the difference. His body felt so amazing because of how his alpha was taking care of him.
More tears spilled out of Sakusa’s eyes and onto the bed sheets, he could feel how sticky everything was, but he didn’t care. With as much effort as his weakened body would, he pushed himself back to meet his alpha’s thrusts.
Atsumu could feel when Sakusa came. He would tighten up just slightly and it brought even more pleasure to the alpha.
He was so close. He pulled Sakusa up so his back was against his chest. Atsumu had felt his canines elongate a while ago but hadn’t acted on it. Within a few more thrusts he felt himself cumming, his knot popping, as he bit down on his omega’s nape. A groan muffled against Sakusa’s skin as Atsumu stayed latched in place.
They stayed like that for a few minutes. Atsumu lapping at the bite mark on the other’s nape, helping to heal it faster. He held Sakusa up with both arms securely around his torso. Sakusa was deadweight in his arms, lost to the absolute bliss he felt in that moment.
Atsumu carefully maneuvered them so they were laying down on their sides, still attached by the knot. He runs his fingers along Sakusa’s side, waiting for him to come back. It didn’t take long before he could feel Sakusa clench around him and whimper.
“Baby, it’s okay.” Atsumu coos. “Just a little longer.”
“Hurts.” The omega mumbled, shifting back into the alpha’s chest.
“I know,” He kisses the mess of black curls. “‘M sorry.”
Sakusa shakes his head, mumbling an it’s okay before settling again, feeling drained from the last few hours. The stretch burned but at the same time felt incredible. It was what the omega had been waiting for. While he was still floating on his high he knew deep in his subconscious that he would pay for this later. Knots always left a stinging feeling for a while after they detached. Partly from the stretch and partly from the emotional ping from being separated.
At some point Sakusa had fallen asleep, the exhaustion getting the better of him, and Atsumu simply played with his curls and gently ran his fingers along his sticky, but smooth skin.
Everything was perfect for them. They had their dream careers, amazing friends, and okayish families at times. Nothing could get in their way, it was all going up from here.
Or was it…