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Tobio Kageyama never expected to be an Omega.
His parents were Alphas, his sister was an Alpha, even his grandfather. There hadn’t been an Omega in his family for four generations. He’d checked, once he’d found out he was one.
He didn’t take his Omega presentation very well. He was already gangly and tall, not cute or soft like the other Omegas at school. And he was too pissed off to be submissive, to anyone. He couldn’t believe he was an Omega. The irony.
His grandfather died the next year. And it was the last fucking straw. It was like the world was playing a cruel joke on him. And if he was pissed before, he was incandescent now. He carried a chip on his shoulder so huge, it became his entire being.
Was it surprising, then, that his friends abandoned him? “Friends” was generous. Even teammates insinuated they were a team. And they weren’t a fucking team. They were more of what life had to offer Tobio, which was to say, a giant fucking disappointment.
Things changed at Karasuno. Tobio changed.
Even though he didn’t want to, not at first, he made friends.
Better than friends. He made a family.
He did everything he could to push them away. He was abrasive. He didn’t play well with others. He was arrogant and insulting.
He worked hard. He wanted others to like him. He did everything he could to get them to the top. He loved them.
And they loved him, too.
Shouyou Hinata was the most fucking annoying Alpha Tobio had ever met, and he’d met a lot of knotheads playing volleyball at the highest levels since he was a baby.
He was short, and orange, and incredibly demanding.
“Toss to me,” he’d command, as if he could get Tobio to do anything he wanted.
Tobio did it, every time.
Was it because Hinata was an Alpha? It couldn’t be. Tobio had been on suppressants for two years, with the exception of summer and winter break, and he would stay on them as long as he could, as long as it didn’t interfere with volleyball. No, that had nothing to do with it.
Maybe it was because Hinata was the first person he’d ever met who was just as driven as he was.
Whatever the case, Tobio had a good three years with Shouyou, with Karasuno, even with the salty blonde asshole. In the end, they had a good run. Hinata fucked off to Brazil, and Tobio joined the Adlers. His closest friend was the only other tall Omega he’d ever met.
Wakatoshi taught him a lot, actually. How it was okay to be a “non-traditional” Omega. How to stand up for himself and give a dead-eyed stare to anyone who said Omegas didn’t belong in sports. How to not be ashamed that he had heats. How it felt to be proud, to be different.
Tobio had kept in touch with Hinata. Nothing beyond a few text messages here and there, and a “first-years group chat” that Yamaguchi insisted on, even though they hadn’t been first years in five. Tobio knew Hinata was back. Tobio knew Hinata was on the Black Jackals.
Tobio couldn’t wait to beat his ass.
He wanted to grind Hinata into the ground, like he had when they’d met at Karasuno.
But that’s not how the game turned out.
Not at all.
Never mind the game, Shouyou Hinata was a different fucking story. He’d come back from Brazil stronger, more muscular, tanner?
Why was Tobio focusing on how he looked, when he could talk about how he played?
This was not the same Hinata who’d been his teammate. This Hinata knew how to jump. How to receive. How to fucking set. He was everywhere, he was nowhere at all. He was the best opponent Tobio had ever had. He couldn’t take his eyes off of him.
After the game, they shook hands, as if they were back in high school. But on opposite sides of the net.
“You made it,” Tobio said, a feral grin on his face.
“Yeah, I’m here now,” Hinata said, as if he were always there, like he never left for distant shores.
“Whatever that means,” Tobio scoffed.
“It means I beat your ass,” Hinata said, his eyes glittering.
And then he did something Tobio had never seen him do. He looked Tobio up and down. Assessing him.
“It’s a pretty nice ass,” he added.
“So’s yours,” Tobio blurted, and this was not how he thought his day was going to end. Nope, not at all. Not looking at the most annoying Alpha he’d ever met (Hoshiumi was a close second) and also… assessing.
Hinata looked at him, his eyes wide and stupid, his head cocked to the side. In the way that he did when he was really considering something. For a minute he looked seventeen again.
And then he lowered his chin and looked up at Tobio like he was something to be eaten. Like he was prey.
“Don’t let your mouth write checks your ass can’t cash,” Hinata said. He was licking his lips and Tobio felt something he’d never felt in his life.
He felt attraction.
To an Alpha.
To Shouyou fucking Hinata.
He’d expected to come into this game and win. He’d been surprised, and it wasn’t welcome or pleasant. But this… this feeling that was overtaking him? This might be considered pleasant.
His scalp was tingling. His spine was vibrating. His knees felt weak. And his… dick was interested.
Hinata leaned in, close, and Tobio mirrored the movement, even though really, they should be clearing the court and talking to the press, or at the very least the people who had come to see them.
“I can smell you, Tobio,” Hinata said, low and husky and… what the fuck?
“I can smell you Tobio,” Hinata repeated. “And you smell good.”
Tobio wanted to roll his eyes back in his head and fall on the ground in a puddle, but he had self-control and nine years of dealing with all kinds of Alphas, completely unaffected. He scowled instead.
“You smell like you just played volleyball,” Tobio scoffed. “And you stink.”
It was a lie.
Hinata stank with exertion, but he also smelled like warmth, like cinnamon and ginger and citrus. It was, for lack of a better word, delicious.
“My number hasn’t changed,” Hinata said. “Text me tonight and I’ll tell you where I’m staying.”
And with that, he was gone.
It was ten before Tobio got done with talking with everyone, with celebratory dinners and team meetings. He was alone in his hotel room, having begged off the bar crawl with some of his teammates.
It would be stupid to text Hinata, to see what he was doing, to see how he tasted.
Wait, what?
Tobio was a lot of things, but he was not sexually experienced. Not for lack of trying. But he wasn’t attracted to anyone and very few Alphas were willing to spend time with an Omega who told them to go fuck themselves.
Hinata was different.
Hinata wanted him to be aggressive. Wanted to fight him. Wanted a challenge.
Fuck, maybe Tobio wanted one too.
Before he realized it, he was texting the motherfucker.
“Where are you?”
Twenty minutes later, he was standing outside of Hinata’s hotel room and wondering why he was there. What was the point? He already knew how annoying Hinata was, and the guy had beaten him today. At volleyball, which really shouldn’t happen. Why did he text him, again?
Then Hinata opened the door, and Tobio smelled him completely, no scent blockers.
And Tobio felt something else that he never thought he would. Something besides losing to Hinata in volleyball, or being attracted to an Alpha.
He felt himself get wet.
Tobio watched Hinata’s pupils dilate.
And then he was being tugged inside the room, and the door was slamming behind them.
“Can’t believe you came,” Hinata said, as he pushed Tobio against the closed door, inhaling the desire rolling off of him in waves.
Tobio let his eyes roll back, then, let his knees get wobbly as he leaned against the wall with all his weight, feeling Hinata’s body hard against him. He was still shorter than Tobio, but not weaker. He was all muscle and all heat.
“Why wouldn’t I, dumbass?” Tobio said, but his casual delivery was undercut by his panting.
Hinata nipped at his neck’s scent glands. “You can stop pretending,” he laughed quietly.
“Pretending what?” Tobio said, but it came out as a moan.
“Pretending you don’t want this.”
It wasn’t a command but Tobio was powerless to refuse.
“I want it so bad,” he whined, and he felt himself slick even further. He was past pretending. “I want you.”
Hinata growled, and he grabbed Tobio by the shirt, smashing their mouths together, a clacking of tongues and teeth that was less kissing and more attacking.
Tobio gave back as good as he could, but Hinata was a force to be reckoned with. He let himself be pulled over to the bed, where he was unceremoniously dumped onto the sheets.
“I’m gonna make it good for you,” Hinata promised.
“Okay,” Tobio said. He didn’t know why he was shaking all over, but he was.
And then Hinata’s mouth was on his again, and it was less attacking and more exploring, and Tobio let him, let him map his mouth, let him taste everything he had to offer.
“You smell fucking amazing, Kageyama,” Hinata moaned, as he licked down his jaw and the side of his neck, before sucking a bruise into his collarbone. “Like vanilla ice cream, but spicy.”
“Cardamom,” Tobio answered breathlessly. “Satori said it’s cardamom.”
Hinata bit him in reply. Tobio gasped.
Hinata crawled back over him, to look him in the face, eyes blown black.
“You let another Alpha fucking scent you?” he growled, and Tobio didn’t want to answer, because he was scared.
Then why was he so wet?
“No, I just had dinner with them and Satori mentioned it,” Tobio said, and he didn’t know why he felt like he was begging, didn’t know why Hinata, stupid, dumb, short Hinata, was affecting him so much. “He’s Wakatoshi’s Alpha, not mine.”
Hinata seemed satiated, and he smiled. His eyes were still hungry, though.
Hinata took a deep inhale of his neck again, and Tobio couldn’t help the noise he made in response. The high-pitched whine that escaped him.
“Hinata, please.”
“Call me Shouyou.”
“Shouyou, please.”
“What do you want, Tobio?”
“I wanna be yours,” Tobio said, as a shudder ripped through his entire body. “Please, fuck me, Shouyou.”
Shouyou smiled, his teeth pointed and dripping, and Tobio wanted to roll over onto his hands and knees, ass in the air, presenting himself for the Alpha to consume. He would let Shouyou do whatever he wanted to him.
Shouyou ripped his T-shirt off, and Tobio was not prepared for what he saw, the rippled muscle beneath the tanned flesh. Shouyou’s strong arms undressed him easily, and Tobio writhed under the attention. He wanted more.
And suddenly they were both naked and Tobio was afraid.
“What’s wrong?” Shouyou asked, even as he continued to press kisses into Tobio’s chest, continued to lick down Tobio’s abs.
“I’ve never done any of this before,” Tobio said, his voice trembling.
Once again, Shouyou moved himself, so they were looking into each other’s eyes.
“I’ll take care of you,” Shouyou whispered. “As long as this is what you want.”
“I do,” Tobio nodded. “I want it so bad.”
Shouyou kissed Tobio lightly on his nose.
“I’m gonna suck your dick, okay?” he said with a grin, as he scrambled back down Tobio’s body.
“Okay, wait, what?” Tobio said, and then he couldn’t think any more, because Shouyou’s mouth was on his cock, and rationality left him.
It was like nothing Tobio had ever imagined. It was hot, and wet, and so was he, as Shouyou’s mouth swallowed him, and Shouyou’s finger was inside of him, and Tobio felt something new for the fourth time that day. He was coming suddenly, and in Shouyou’s mouth.
He nearly screamed, as his eyes flew open, as Shouyou kept stroking him, humming his approval. His entire body was a live wire as Shouyou kept fingerfucking him, with two now, and it almost hurt, but Tobio didn’t want him to stop.
Shouyou licked him clean and laughed happily.
“Even your cum tastes good, Tobio,” he said, as he added a third finger. “Can I fuck you?”
Tobio wanted to say “yes,” but all he could manage was a moan.
Shouyou was removing his fingers gently, lining himself up.
“Say it,” Shouyou said. “Tell me, Tobio.”
Shouyou was looking at him, with desire, with amusement. With something more Tobio couldn’t name.
“Please,” Tobio said. “Fuck me, Shouyou.”
Then Shouyou was pressing inside, and Tobio didn’t know what to do, other than open his mouth in an “o,” as he nearly melted into the mattress.
If he thought Shouyou’s mouth was talented, he didn’t even know how to describe the feeling of Shouyou inside him, filling him.
“Tobio, you feel so good around me,” Shouyou sighed, as he pushed himself all the way in. Tobio just quivered and panted and tried to take more, more, more.
“You feel so good inside me,” Tobio agreed, unable to play it cool, only able to fall apart completely on Shouyou’s cock.
“I’m going to fuck you now, okay?” Shouyou asked, moving his hips experimentally.
Tobio nodded quickly, and he wasn’t proud of the needy sound that came out of his mouth.
“You’re so beautiful,” Shouyou said, and as he thrust back in, he kissed Tobio deeply.
Tobio’s back arched, and his mouth opened wide, his knees thrown apart, as he tried to get more, more, more. He moved his body too, trying to give Shouyou a nice time, trying to make it good for him, trying to be the best partner he could be.
“Yeah, like that,” Shouyou said, his pace increasing. “Fuck, you’re taking me so well.”
Tobio keened under the praise, and tried to move even faster, even though his own body was overcome with sensation, and he felt like he was vibrating out of his skin.
“Don’t stop,” Tobio said.
“You like it?” Shouyou said, changing the angle of his hips, like he was searching for something.
Oh, Tobio thought, when Shouyou found his sweet spot. This is why people fuck.
And then Shouyou wrapped a hand around his dick and he was on the edge in a hurry.
“I’m gonna—” he said, but he couldn’t finish his sentence, as he came with a groan, painting the space between their bodies white with his cum.
“Oh, Tobio,” Shouyou said, as he worked him through it, slowing down his hips so it wasn’t too much, even though it was already overwhelming. “Good boy.”
Tobio writhed and wailed, and tried not to start crying. It was very difficult to hold himself back.
And then Shouyou started moving again in earnest, and Tobio couldn’t stop himself.
He was thrashing and sobbing as Shouyou started up again, his pace punishing, his breathing quick and heavy as he fucked into Tobio with all the stamina he was known for.
“Can I come inside?”
“Yes,” Tobio howled.
“But you—” Shouyou said, his hips stuttering.
“Pill,” Tobio gasped. “Suppressants.”
“Oh Tobio,” Shouyou said, biting into his neck, making Tobio slick even further as he submitted to this man, to this Alpha. “So good for me.”
Fuck, if that wasn’t all Tobio wanted, to be good for Shouyou. To be desired, to be claimed.
“Give it to me, Shouyou,” he said, grabbing Shouyou by his hair, pulling his head back. “Knot me.”
Shouyou kissed him again, bruising his lips under the pressure, his dick thrusting in and out of him savagely, the sounds of their flesh meeting filling the room, the smell of their union potent and overpowering.
Tobio could feel Shouyou getting bigger, could feel his knot growing, and again he was afraid, but he also knew that every breath he took unleashed a new wave of slick between his legs. He could do this. He could take it.
And then Shouyou was shoving himself in, unable to come back out. Tobio’s eyes blew wide at the feeling of being filled with hot cum, pulsing inside him. Shouyou covered his face and neck with kisses, as he continued to come, continued to give Tobio more and more.
Shouyou turned them onto their sides, so he didn’t put all his weight onto Tobio’s body. He ran his fingers over Tobio’s clammy skin, and Tobio would have purred under the touch, if he even knew how.
“Did you like it?” Shouyou asked, almost shy, like he hadn’t fucked Tobio into the mattress, like he wasn’t still filling Tobio with his cum.
“Yeah,” Tobio said, shivering with each caress, his own hand tracing the lines of Shouyou’s body limply.
“See, sex is fun,” Shouyou said with a laugh, running his hands through Tobio’s hair, like he was trying to smooth down the mussed-up mess. Like he wasn’t the one who had mussed it up. “You should try it again sometime.”
“With you?”
Tobio had meant to make the delivery sarcastic, or at the very least neutral. But it came out hopeful as fuck.
“I’d like that,” Shouyou said with a smile, and he sounded hopeful, too.
“I never…” Tobio said, trailing off because he was… embarrassed? Of what? Talking to this dumbass? He nearly laughed at himself before he realized Shouyou was still inside him, and it was no laughing matter.
“I never liked being an Omega,” he finished.
“I’m glad you’re an Omega,” Shouyou said, nosing his neck again, releasing more of his scent. “I like you as an Omega. I like you.”
Tobio closed his eyes. He moved his nose into Hinata’s neck in return, relishing how good they smelled together.
“I like you too.”