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‘I’ll put the net away.’
Tsukishima, Karasuno’s first year starting middle blocker and freshly bloomed omega, grabs the net and heads towards the storage room. Kuroo, Nekoma’s third year captain and very much seasoned alpha, practically drools at the opportunity.
He looks over at Bokuto and Akaashi, omega and alpha respectively, and Akaashi rolls his eyes.
‘Come, Bokuto-san. We’ll finish clean up later, when we can go into the equipment room without scarring ourselves. Take it easy on him, Kuroo-san.’
He holds his hand up to his chest, a mock question of ‘me?’ implied. As soon as they head towards the door, he turns and saunters towards the equipment room. Kuroo liked to consider himself a respectful alpha. Most of the alphas at this training camp were. You kept your dick to your own team’s omegas unless there was an opportunity to be alone with another teams’ omega, someone that you had interacted with before.
Kuroo had his eyes set on Tsukishima from their first practice, in more ways than one. When Kenma had told him how Tsukishima had presented not long after, he mourned briefly the fact that Tsukishima wasn’t on his own team, where he would have first dibs(and only, as far as he was concerned) on the middle blocker. Then, he had reassured himself that the training camps were soon, and that Tsukishima would continue to practice with them.
Walking into the storage room, he isn’t surprised to see Tsukishima sitting on a pile of blue mats, idly picking at his tiny claws. He doesn’t seem surprised to see Kuroo standing there. He voices that thought out loud, his alpha practically howling at the idea that Tsukishima was waiting for him and him alone.
‘I figured I’d give it a minute. If one of you wanted something, I’d rather it be private and not in the gym where anyone could walk in.’
Oh, Tsukishima should’ve been in Nekoma. Those crows didn’t even teach him the rules? Kuroo would’ve guided him from day one.
‘Well, for starters,’ he says, slowly locking the door behind him, giving Tsukishima time to object. When all the omega does is shift in his seat, his scent sweetening just enough Kuroo notices it, he keeps talking. ‘Bo and Akaashi are exclusive. That’s Akaashi’s collar Bokuto wears.’
‘Oh.’ Tsukishima’s eyes widen slightly. It wasn’t unheard of, a pair pledging to court this young, but it wasn’t an everyday sight. The collar was a sign that the omega was off limits. Kuroo wonders if Tsukishima would….nevermind.
‘Secondly, if your captain told you anything, it should be that we would never subject another teams’ omega to more than one alpha.’
Tsukishima’s legs spread on their own as Kuroo comes to stand in between them. On the court, they’re evenly matched in height, but like this, Tsukishima looks up at him with his giant, golden eyes. Kuroo’s dick is throbbing in his pants.
‘Daichi-san wouldn’t know,’ he protests. ‘The last camp was their first training camp too.’
‘Hmm,’ Kuroo hums, tracing his fingers along Tsukishima’s jaw. ‘And I bet your other third years kept him busy enough that another alpha couldn’t dream of approaching him. Bet he’s glad you’re there now to help him out, yeah?’
With his last statement, Tsukishima honest to god pouts, leaning his head ever so slightly into Kuroo’s hand. It’s adorable, and sweet, and Kuroo has never been this hard in his entire life!
‘They barely touch me,’ he sighs, fluttering his eyelashes like a pro up at Kuroo. ‘None of them want to be the one to corrupt me by ‘deflowering’ me.’
Oh, Tsukishima was good. He was playing Kuroo like a fiddle and Kuroo didn’t care. If he hadn’t been hooked from Tsukishima’s scent, from his absolutely wicked sense of humor and wit, this would’ve done it.
‘They’ve never..?’
Tsukishima shakes his head forlornly.
‘So you’re a…?’
He nods this time.
‘We’ve fooled around, but only with our hands and mouths.’
Kuroo wants him. Kuroo wants him so bad it hurts. He shouldn’t though. He should leave, let Tsukishima have one of his own senpais show him how to take a knot. ‘Maybe we should wait then—‘
‘Kuroo-san,’ Tsukishima whispers, his voice silky smooth. He slides himself closer to Kuroo, letting his scent pour over the pair of them, his hand gripping the forearm of Kuroo’s hand still pressed to his cheek. His claws sink in, just enough to sting. ‘If you don’t fuck me, I’ll find someone who will. Don’t you want to be my first?’
His self control flies out of the window. There’s a growl rumbling low in his throat as he pulls Tsukishima up by the neck until their lips collide. Tsukishima whimpers at the contact, bringing his hands up to fist themselves into Kuroo’s shirt. It doesn’t take long for Kuroo to deepen the kiss. He tilts his head to the side, sliding his tongue inside Tsukishima’s mouth and along the shorter omegan fangs.
They break the kiss only long enough to scramble to take their shirts off, tossing them to the floor. Kuroo barely has time to admire the pale skin across Tsukishima’s chest before Tsukishima’s mouth is back on him. This time Tsukishima moves to deepen it first, repeating the move Kuroo had done himself, flicking his tongue over Kuroo’s dripping fangs. Their body heat builds, Kuroo’s arms wrapped firmly around Tsukishima’s waist, shamelessly groping his ass.
There’s a haze slowly settling over his mind, carnal and animalistic, his alpha instinct bleeding into every movement. It’s not as strong as when he’s in rut, but it feels eerily similar. Tsukishima tugs on Kuroo’s shorts, pulling them down his waist, nipping his teeth into Kuroo’s bottom lip. Kuroo has never felt so immediately transfixed, so drunk with his desire to never let anyone else see Tsukishima in such a state. He gives one last squeeze to Tsukishima’s firm ass before helping the omega rid themselves of the rest of their clothes. It takes little effort to set Tsukishima back on the mats, pulling him close to the edge as he drops to his knees in front of him.
‘Wait,’ Tsukishima gasps, breathless. ‘I’ve been practicing all day, you don’t have to—‘
Kuroo silences him with a low growl and a bite to his thigh, careful to not break the skin. ‘Let me taste how sweet you are for me.’
He waits still, until Tsukishima nods, albeit a bit shakily. Permission given, he tugs Tsukishima to the very edge, settling a thigh on either of his shoulders. Tsukishima’s cunt is already dripping with slick, flushed and ripe for Kuroo’s taking. He uses two fingers to spread Tsukishima’s lips, groaning at how obscenely his slick clings together, at Tsukishima’s never fucked hole. His first lick is a solid stripe. Tsukishima keens, his head dropping back at the feeling.
‘Ah ah,’ Kuroo chides, waiting for Tsukishima to look back down at him. ‘Watch me.’
With a wink, Kuroo dives in. He’s like a man starved, ravenous and greedy. Every burst of Tsukishima’s slightly bitter slick on his tongue goes straight to his cock. Every desperate and overwhelmed sound from Tsukishima’s mouth does the same. He holds eye contact as he seals his mouth around Tsukishima’s pretty little clit, sliding two fingers in at once.
Tsukishima cries out, his hand flying to the back of Kuroo’s head. ‘Oh my god, yes.’
Kuroo works his tongue over the bundle of nerves with purpose. He suckles at it, tracing patterns over and over with the tip of his tongue, then laying it flat. He doesn’t wildly thrust his fingers in and out like he’s sure some of the alphas at Karasuno have. Instead, he crooks them upwards, rubbing along the upper wall of Tsukishima’s cunt, a steady beckoning motion. Tsukishima’s moans grow to a fever pitch. The room is heavy with the scent of their arousal, their sex. Tsukishima’s pheromones drown him in the best possible way. He gasps, tugging sharply at Kuroo’s hair.
‘Kuroo-san, oh, I’m going to cum, stop.’
‘Stop?’ Kuroo mumbles directly into his cunt, not wanting to break the crest of pleasure he’s bringing the omega.
‘Need you to fuck me,’ he cries, his thighs twitching with the effort to hold his orgasm off. ‘Don’t let it end here, please.’
Kuroo chuckles, pulling back to hold eye contact once more. He knows his face is covered in Tsukishima’s slick, he can feel the wetness as he talks, see it reflected in the feral gaze of Tsukishima.
‘Baby. I’m not stopping at one for you. I’ll fuck you right, just as you deserve. Cum on my face first.’
He doesn’t give Tsukishima time to process his words. He seals his lips once more, pushing a third finger into Tsukishima’s tight body. He feels Tsukishima’s orgasm before he hears it; Tsukishima’s cunt clenches around his fingers, his thighs snapping closed to hold him in place. Then he wails, loud and wanton, his hips bucking against Kuroo’s face. Kuroo works him through each wave of his orgasm until the omega is shivering under his touch.
He wipes the slick off of his face with the back of his clean hand, using his slick covered fingers to coat his cock. Relieving some of the pressure with a few quick strokes, he gently lays his cock against Tsukishima’s cunt, rocking his hips gently. Just this feels amazing, the heat and the slick making the glide perfect.
‘Kuroo-san,’ Tsukishima pants. His eyes are bright despite the lack of breath, glued to Kuroo’s cock. ‘Do you want me to suck you off first?’
It’s tempting, but not nearly enough to pull him away from Tsukishima’s cunt. He shakes his head, using his hand to tease the blunt head of his cock along Tsukishima’s hole.
‘No, baby. If I’m not inside of you in the next few minutes, I think I might lose it.’
‘Oh.’ Tsukishima blushes at his words. Kuroo can’t stop his declaration of cute from being verbalized, laughing as it only makes him blush harder. ‘Do you ah, want me to present for you?’
‘Such a good omega,’ he praises, dizzy with the thought of Tsukishima presenting for him to take, to fuck, to breed. It takes him a few moments to get his brain in order. ‘No. I want to see your face.’
He begins to press in, slowly, working each inch in Tsukishima’s body, watching every minute change in his expression. Kuroo has to be matching them, feeling his tight body clinging to him. He bottoms out, breathing harshly through his nose, grateful for the now familiar pinpricks of Tsukishima’s claws to distract him from popping a knot right there.
‘K-kuroo-san,’ he sobs, overwhelmed at the brand new feeling of being so full, so intimately connected to another. ‘Kiss me, please.’
He leans down, a willing slave to Tsukishima’s demands. They stay that way for a while, fully connected, their tongues lazily sliding together. When Tsukishima begins to try and rock his hips, Kuroo decides he’s ready.
‘Kei,’ he says, patting the side of Tsukishima’s face, almost condescendingly. ‘I’m fucking you, baby. You can drop the honorifics.’
He pulls out, sliding back in faster than the first time but still slow. Tsukishima wraps his legs around Kuroo’s waist fully. His eyes flutter closed on a moan as Kuroo once again bottoms out.
‘You can call me Tetsurou,’ he continues. He kisses a path along Tsukishima’s jaw, down his neck, until he can press his tongue firmly to Tsukishima’s scent gland. He reacts instantly, a shout, his body tensing, including his cunt around Kuroo’s cock. Kuroo smirks, whispering. ‘Or alpha.’
‘A-alpha.’ Tsukishima tests the word out in his mouth. His pupils have blown wide, his hips rocking to try and meet Kuroo’s thrusts on instinct alone.
‘Yeah,’ he groans, continuing the lick and suck at Tsukishima’s scent gland, marveling in the soft keens the omega lets out as well as his warm, wet hole, pulling him in further and further. ‘You want me to be your alpha?’
He doesn’t think he imagines how Tsukishima clings to him tighter at the question, a small shudder running through him. He gasps out a quiet please and Kuroo isn’t ashamed to say he can already feel his knot starting to grow.
‘Saved yourself just for me, huh? Only going to take my knot for the rest of your life, yeah baby? My omega,’ he purrs.
Tsukishima groans, his back arching as Kuroo’s knot begins to bully its way inside of him. The added stretch has him panting, the lewd squelch of his slick ringing out in the small room. ‘Oh god, alpha. Tetsurou, knot me.’
‘Yeah, yeah, shh baby, I’ll give it to you. You’ll take it so fucking perfectly.’ Kuroo’s mind is racing, taking in every detail as it happens. Tsukishima scratches along his back. Tsukishima’s body opens up for him more and more while he tries to hold on to Kuroo for dear life. Kuroo gives one more nip to Tsukishima’s scent gland, determined to be the only one who ever gets to smell him like this. He doesn’t want another alpha to even look at the gland again. ‘Would you let me collar you?’
Unexpectedly, Tsukishima laughs. It’s strained with both of their impending orgasms, but it’s bright and full of mirth. ‘You’re asking to court me when you’re seconds away from cumming inside me? I feel that good?’
‘Yeah,’ he groans, uncaring that he’s losing his claim as a level headed, in charge alpha. He’s desperate to be the only one who fucks Tsukishima. He’d do anything to make him his omega. There’s an irrational thought to just bite him, claim him here and now, but he stops it.
‘If you collar me, I’m the only omega you touch as well. It goes both ways, alpha. You’re mine.’ He growls as he says it and it’s Kuroo’s time to whine. He nods, his knot almost fully stuck inside of Tsukishima, barely able to move but still rocking his hips as best as possible.
‘Yes, I’m yours. You’re mine. I’ve got a collar in my bag, we’ll go grab it right after.’
‘Absolutely not,’ Tsukishima clicks his tongue. ‘You’ll get me one of my own, meant for me and me alone.’
Kuroo growls at the thought of Tsukishima walking around with his neck bare now that they belonged to each other.
‘You’re not walking around without one now. Not in a camp full of alphas,’ he argues.
‘Fine,’ he says, tugging on the back of Kuroo’s head until his neck is bared, his scent gland exposed. ‘I’ll bite you. You’ll have a collar for me before it fades.’
Kuroo groans at the idea, his cock dribbling precum into Tsukishima at an alarming rate. He can’t hold back much longer, and he knows that Tsukishima is teetering on the same edge. He nods, and as Tsukishima’s short fangs pierce his gland, he cums with such force his vision whites out. He’s pumping rope after rope of his cum into Tsukishima, licking his own blood from Tsukishima’s mouth. His omega isn’t faring much better; the second orgasm of the night rips through him with fervor, their bodies locking together.
When they both come down from the high of their orgasms, Tsukishima thumbs along Kuroo’s bitten gland. He frowns, and Kuroo’s stomach flips.
‘I still want this and I’m not just saying it because my dick is inside you,’ Kuroo blurts out. The frown disappears, but Tsukishima crinkles his nose.
‘Gross. I mean it you know. I won’t wear a collar meant for anyone, and I won’t tolerate you touching another omega.’
‘I’ll skip the first game tomorrow and go buy you one. I’ll buy whatever the shop has so you can pick one out.’
‘You can pick one out, within reason. And you have to tell Daichi about it tonight.’
Kuroo gulps at the thought of telling Karasuno’s head omega that he fucked their baby crow in the equipment room until they both pledged their futures together. Tsukishima was worth it though. He could do this. They just had to survive waiting for his knot to deflate in the now noticeably dusty room.
If it meant Tsukishima would be his, he would do anything.