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The locker room air hung thick with the scent of sweat, but none of it masked the sharp, intoxicating pull that hit Tsukishima like a punch to the gut.
Hinata.
That annoying, hyper little omega was changing just a few lockers down, his back turned as he peeled off his sweaty pants, oblivious to the storm he was brewing in Tsukishima's chest.
Tsukishima had always hated him—Hinata's boundless energy, his stupid optimism, the way he bounced around like a puppy that never learned to sit still.
But gods, that scent. Sweet and musky, like ripe citrus laced with something darker, more primal, it seeped into Tsukishima's senses, making his alpha instincts roar to life despite the bile rising in his throat from sheer disdain.
He gripped the edge of his locker harder, knuckles whitening, trying to ignore the way his cock twitched in his shorts.
'Fucking omega,' he muttered under his breath, slamming his clothes into the bag with more force than necessary.
Hinata's pheromones were everywhere now, blooming stronger as he tugged on a fresh shirt, the fabric clinging to his damp skin. Tsukishima's nostrils flared, inhaling deeply against his will, and a low growl rumbled in his chest. He hated how it made his blood heat, how it painted vivid pictures in his mind: Hinata bent over, ass presented, slick dripping down his thighs, begging for an alpha's knot despite that infuriating smile.
Hinata turned then, catching Tsukishima's glare, his eyes widening in that mix of confusion and eagerness.
'Tsukki! You were amazing out there today. That block on my spike—' He trailed off, nose twitching as he caught the edge of Tsukishima's own scent sharpening, alpha aggression laced with unwanted arousal. The omega's cheeks flushed, a subtle shift in his posture, thighs pressing together as his body responded instinctively.
'Tsukishima,' Hinata started again, voice softer, but Tsukishima was already moving, closing the distance in two long strides. He grabbed Hinata's wrist, yanking him closer, the smaller male stumbling into his space. Up close, the pheromones were overwhelming, wrapping around Tsukishima like a vice, making his vision blur with need. 'You reek,' he snarled, but his free hand betrayed him, sliding up Hinata's arm, fingers digging into the soft flesh. Hinata gasped, eyes darkening, his omega scent spiking in response—sweet invitation mixed with the first hints of slick.
'I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—' Hinata stammered, but Tsukishima cut him off with a rough shove against the lockers, pinning him there. The metal clanged, echoing in the empty room. Tsukishima's body pressed forward, his hardening cock grinding against Hinata's hip through their clothes, the friction sending a jolt straight to his core. He hated this pull, hated how Hinata's scent made his mouth water, imagining the taste of that slick on his tongue, lapping it up while the omega writhed.
'Shut up,' Tsukishima hissed, leaning in until their breaths mingled. His lips crashed against Hinata's in a bruising kiss, all teeth and dominance, tongue forcing its way in to claim every inch. Hinata moaned into it, soft and needy, his hands fisting in Tsukishima's shirt as his body arched closer. The alpha's hand slid down, cupping Hinata's ass through his shorts, squeezing hard enough to bruise, feeling the heat radiating from between his legs.
Tsukishima broke the kiss with a wet pop, trailing bites down Hinata's neck, inhaling deeply at the gland there. The pheromones pulsed stronger, driving him mad. He hated Hinata—hated his whines, his clinginess—but fuck, he needed to bury himself inside that tight omega heat, knot him deep and make him scream. 'You drive me insane,' he growled against the skin, nipping sharply before soothing with a lick. His fingers dipped under the waistband, finding slick-soaked skin, and he groaned low, circling the entrance teasingly.
Hinata bucked against his hand, a whimper escaping.
'Tsukki, please...' The plea only fueled the fire, Tsukishima's cock throbbing painfully now, pre-cum soaking his shorts. He spun Hinata around, yanking the shorts down to expose that perfect ass, slick glistening on the cheeks. Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees, spreading them wide and diving in—tongue flat against the puckered hole, lapping up the sweet mess with hungry strokes. Hinata cried out, hands slapping against the locker for support, his legs trembling as Tsukishima ate him out relentlessly, tongue thrusting inside, fingers joining to scissor him open.
The alpha's own arousal was agonizing, but he focused on the omega's reactions—the way Hinata's hole clenched around his tongue, the desperate moans filling the air.
'Hinata,' Tsukishima rasped, the name tasting like ash and desire on his lips, even as he hated admitting it. He stood abruptly, shoving his shorts down, cock springing free—thick and veined, knot already swelling at the base. Lining up, he thrust in with one brutal snap of his hips, burying himself to the hilt in that slick, welcoming heat.
Hinata keened, back arching, walls fluttering around the intrusion. Tsukishima didn't give him time to adjust, pounding in hard and fast, the slap of skin on skin mixing with their ragged breaths. His hands gripped Hinata's hips, bruising, pulling him back onto every thrust. The pheromones enveloped them, heightening everything—the stretch, the burn, the way Hinata's ass milked his cock like it was made for him. Tsukishima leaned over, biting the omega's shoulder, marking him as his alpha snarled internally against the hatred that still simmered.
'Fuck, you're so tight,' he grunted, pace faltering as his knot began to catch at the rim. Hinata pushed back, meeting each thrust, his own cock leaking onto the floor below. The build was inevitable—Tsukishima's balls drew up, and with a final, deep shove, his knot popped inside, locking them together as he came, flooding Hinata with hot spurts of cum. The omega followed seconds later, untouched, spilling with a broken cry, body shuddering in release.
They stayed like that, panting, tied together by biology and this twisted attraction. Tsukishima rested his forehead against Hinata's back, the hatred warring with satisfaction. He pulled out slowly once the knot deflated, watching his cum drip from the abused hole. 'This changes nothing,' he muttered, but even he didn't believe it—not with Hinata's scent still calling to him like a siren's song.
The days following that locker room frenzy blurred into a tense routine for Tsukishima. Practice sessions dragged on, every spike from Hinata a reminder of the omega's lithe body arching under him, every accidental brush of shoulders igniting sparks he couldn't extinguish. He avoided eye contact, snapped sharper retorts, and buried himself in strategy books late into the night, convincing himself it was a one-off lapse—pheromones be damned. Hinata, for his part, seemed to sense the shift; his usual chatter dulled around Tsukishima, replaced by hesitant glances and flushed cheeks that only stoked the alpha's irritation.
'Stay out of my way,' Tsukishima had growled after one particularly grueling drill, shoving past him without a backward look, the faint whiff of that citrus-musk scent clinging to his clothes like a curse.
But suppression only wound the coil tighter. A week later, during an away game, the team crammed into a cramped bus rumbling through the night. Exhaustion hung heavy, most players dozing under the hum of tires on asphalt. Tsukishima claimed a back seat, earbuds in, staring out at the passing lights to drown out the low chatter. Then it hit—a fresh wave of Hinata's pheromones, subtle at first, like a whisper against his senses. The omega was two rows up, fidgeting in his sleep, his body betraying him as pre-heat symptoms stirred. Sweat beaded on Hinata's forehead, his shorts riding up to expose a sliver of thigh, and that scent bloomed unchecked in the confined space, sweet and needy, wrapping around Tsukishima's throat like invisible fingers.
He clenched his jaw, shifting uncomfortably as his cock stirred, thickening against his will.
'Not now,' he thought, fists balling in his lap, but the air thickened with it, every inhale pulling him deeper into the haze. Hinata whimpered softly in his doze, legs parting slightly, the fabric of his shorts darkening with the first trickle of slick. Tsukishima's vision tunneled, alpha instincts surging past the wall of disdain he'd built. He hated this—hated how the omega's vulnerability made his mouth dry, how it conjured images of pinning him down right there, ripping those shorts aside and slamming into that dripping heat until Hinata sobbed his name.
The bus hit a pothole, jolting everyone, and Hinata stirred fully awake with a gasp, eyes bleary as he caught Tsukishima's burning stare from the corner of his vision. The omega's scent spiked sharper, arousal mingling with embarrassment, his thighs squeezing together in a futile attempt to hide the growing wetness.
'Tsukki...' Hinata breathed, voice barely audible over the engine, but it was enough—a plea wrapped in that intoxicating aroma.
Tsukishima was on his feet before he could stop himself, weaving through the seats with predatory grace. He dropped into the empty spot beside Hinata, one hand clamping over the omega's mouth to stifle any sound, the other yanking him half into his lap. 'Quiet,' he snarled low, breath hot against Hinata's ear, even as his free hand delved between the smaller male's legs, fingers pressing against the soaked fabric. Hinata bucked, muffled moan vibrating against Tsukishima's palm, his body melting into the touch despite the fear flickering in his eyes.
The alpha didn't waste time. He shoved Hinata's shorts down just enough to free his ass, the cool air of the bus contrasting the slick heat spilling from him. Tsukishima's cock was already straining, and he fumbled it out with rough urgency, the thick length slapping against Hinata's thigh. No prep, no gentleness—just the blunt head nudging at that clenching entrance before thrusting in deep, the omega's walls yielding with a wet squelch. Hinata's eyes watered, body tensing around the invasion, but he pushed back instinctively, hips grinding down to take more.
Tsukishima fucked him like that, hidden in the shadows of the back row, each snap of his hips muffled by the bus's rumble. His hand stayed firm over Hinata's mouth, fingers slick with saliva as the omega licked and sucked desperately, while the other gripped a hip, guiding the rhythm. The stretch burned, Hinata's hole gripping tight around the veined shaft, milking every inch as Tsukishima pounded relentlessly. 'So fucking wet for me,' he growled, teeth grazing the shell of Hinata's ear, hating the truth in his words even as pleasure coiled low in his gut. Slick coated his balls with each thrust, the obscene sounds lost to the night, but Hinata's muffled cries—'Mmmph, Tsukki, harder'—drove him wild.
The omega's cock bobbed untouched between them, leaking pre-cum onto his stomach, and Tsukishima reached around to stroke it roughly, thumb circling the tip. Hinata shattered first, body convulsing as he came with a choked sob, walls fluttering and squeezing Tsukishima's length like a vice. The alpha followed with a guttural grunt, burying deep and spilling inside, hot ropes of cum filling that greedy heat until it overflowed, dripping down Hinata's thighs.
He pulled out slowly, tucking himself away while Hinata slumped against him, panting and spent, the pheromones now sated and soft. Tsukishima wiped his hand on his shorts, the disgust creeping back in waves—disgust at his loss of control, at the way Hinata's scent still lingered, tempting him for more.
'This doesn't mean anything,' he muttered, shoving the omega upright and sliding back to his seat, but the lie tasted bitter. The bus rolled on, carrying them toward whatever fractured normalcy awaited, yet Tsukishima knew the pull was only growing stronger.