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[closed for thighpads] a/b/o meet cute

[When Azumane Asahi was fourteen years old he presented his second gender, just as many of his middle school peers were beginning to. But unlike his peers, Asahi didn't present the way his big hands and tall stature implied that he would; while everyone would have bet on Asahi ending up an alpha, including Asahi himself, biology had other ideas - his first heat came, and along with the slick and the itchy, burning need to be touched came the realization that Asahi was an omega.

In some ways, it was a relief for him. Personality-wise, Asahi had never felt like a strong, dominant alpha was supposed to, and people often told him that he should have a stronger will befitting of his size. So being an omega made sense with his docile, passive, agreeable nature. But the other side of the coin was that Asahi immediately felt insecure for a whole new slew of reasons: he was never going to fit the omega ideal. He was already taller than most alphas in his peer group and showed no signs of being done growing, he was strong and athletic and powerful, he couldn't help but draw attention for all the wrong reasons.

But over the course of the next four years, he grew used to his biology being what it was. He learned to take suppressants when he needed them so he could avoid going through heats, except for the few times a year his doctor insisted it was necessary so that his body could develop properly. He learned what colognes and deodorants were best for masking his natural scent, which many people found unappealing, anyways. And while he wasn't particularly happy with who he was, he had come to terms with himself and his place amid his surroundings, so things were honestly going well.

Until the second night of a volleyball training camp in Tokyo, when Asahi is awakened by a telltale itch under his skin and a feverish feeling rapidly taking hold of his body. He anxiously reaches for his phone and checks a hidden calendar app, and blanches when he realizes he forgot to account for an upcoming heat, a heat that's starting a week earlier than anticipated.

It's okay, he tells himself in the darkness, slowly rising from the futon and grabbing his toiletries bag so he can head to the bathroom and think. I just need to clean up, and tell Takeda-sensei what's happening. He'll know what to do.

Because it is so late at night, Asahi doesn't think he'll run into anyone else, so his stomach drops when he gets to the bathroom and realizes there's someone at a urinal.]

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[Bokuto, meanwhile, was an ideal alpha, wild, strong, muscular and tough. When he presented, no one was really surprised by it. In fact, it seemed almost non-surprising. So most people expected it, and he was quickly flocked by many omegas who really really wanted Bokuto as a mate.

But Bokuto wasn't interested in those kinds of omegas. He didn't want someone weaker than he was! He wanted an equal. Someone he could be excited to have a bit of a tussle with. And definitely not easy to break. The omegas at Fukurodani were definitely nothing he was interested in, although they were all interested in him.

It wasn't until he got to the training camp where he was surrounded by other volleyball players that he knew he would have to find an omega who played this sport too. But when he arrived, everyone smelled like alphas or betas. There was one omega out there, but he was small. And was surrounded by alphas. And it just began to frustrate him.

Late at night, when he's using the bathroom, he smells something sweet. Something he really wants. When he turns around, he sees... hey! The ace! He moves over to him quickly before he can go away.]

Hey! Are you okay?

[Almost as if he has a sense for awkward situations, Bokuto scurries right over to Asahi's side. Asahi is nearly blindsided by Bokuto's scent, which is strong even though Asahi can tell he's showered between evening practice and now. It's a good alpha smell, a bit woodsy and earthy, crisp and very befitting the owl theme Bokuto embraced. It was probably a good smell even at the best of times, so now it just made Asahi weak-kneed, flirting with his heat as he was.

It takes him a bleary moment before he can finally answer.]

Fine!! Fine, I'm fine, Bokuto-san... [He exhales heavily, and between the panting, the flush in his cheeks, and the sweat on his brow, it should be obvious that he's not fine, even without smelling his heat or seeing the slick on his shorts.]

[But he didn't smell fine! He smelled the exact opposite of fine. He sniffed in the air and moved closer.]

Asahi... are you in heat?

[Bokuto was blunt as well. And he smelled someone in heat, he was going to say it. He blinked and moved much closer to him, really getting a whiff.

And worst of all, for Asahi, he was getting a hard whiff of Bokuto's alpha-ness.]

[Bokuto was... obviously sniffing him. Asahi flushed as that thought settled on his mind, especially because he was embarrassed about his own scent. He wondered what Bokuto thought of it, whether he found it gross like lots of other alphas complained it was? Bokuto himself smelled so, so good as he got closer, and it made Asahi a little dizzy.]

I-I'm in heat.. [He agreed, stammering out the little confession.] I'm sorry, I just.. I should go tell our teacher, and see if he has pills, or...

Don't be sorry.

[But it wasn't a bad or gross scent. No... it was delicious. He could feel it on his tongue how tasty it was and how much he wanted it. He moves even closer, reaching to touch him on the side.]

Lemme help you.

[He wants to knot Asahi so badly, right here, right now.]

[Let him.. help? Asahi's mind immediately launched itself into the gutter, and he flushed a deep shade of red. Of course, that only made his scent thicker around him.]

A-Ah, Bokuto-san, no... y-you don't have to help me. [He stammered immediately, putting his hands up a little.] I'll be okay... it's just a heat... it's my fault for not paying more attention to my body.

Nah... I wanna help.

[He keeps sniffing on Asahi's body, placing his hand on his back.]

Mmm, you're really good smelling... [He groaned pressing against him more, spreading his Alpha scent against him.] So lemme help... okay?

[Asahi whined, a primitive noise from low in his throat, as his head tilted back almost on instinct to give Bokuto better access to his neck. He whined a bit as he came to his senses and realized just how close Bokuto was, just how good he smelled, and subsequently how wet Asahi himself was with slick.]

H-How..? [He managed to breath out nervously.]

I could... knot you...

[He breathed heavily, pressing his nose right into his neck to smell everything. It just smelled like something out of this world. He moved a hand down behind him to feel how wet he was.]

Or finger you until you're calm... either one...

K-Knot... [Asahi echoed, his voice deep and tight. An actual alpha, offering to knot him? Though really, that wasn't so incredible; wasn't the stereotype that most alphas would knot anything that was tight and stayed still long enough?

But it still meant something to Asahi, not just because it was an alpha, but because it was this alpha, a fellow Ace, someone who knew him outside of his second gender and was still interested in helping him out. Even if he was just in it to get his dick wet, Asahi felt like he could trust Fukurodani's ace to take care of him.

He was also so, so hot.]

I-If you finger me, it won't be enough. [Asahi mumbled.] I'll only get hotter if you touch me, Bokuto-san.

[He breathes in another heavy scent of Asahi's body and knows that he can't stop. He can't just leave him here. He has to take him and knot him right now to claim him. Before another alpha does. And he's not going to risk anything else tonight.]

Then... I'll hafta knot you.

[He moves to push Asahi against the counter, moving to press his finger against the wet spot in his shorts.]

It'll take care of everything.

[The whimper that Bokuto's manhandling elicits rips out of Asahi's throat entirely unbidden, but all he can do is throw his head back and whine again, his legs shaking with the force it takes to remain standing when all he can feel is blind pleasure.]

Bo..Bokuto... [He cries softly before biting his lip.] Please touch me, alpha...

[He moves and forces those shorts down to the ground without a second thought. And then he starts to finger Asahi's hole with two at a time, with how wet he was. Bokuto groaned, feeling it slick against his fingers.]

L... Like that, pretty omega?

[It's so sudden, the exposure of Asahi's groin to the cool, still air of the bathroom, but before he can relish in any of the small relief that brings it's trumped by the pleasure that seizes his entire body when Bokuto none too gently fills him up on two fingers.]

H-Hah!! [Asahi whines, his body quaking. His hands spread wide, and grope at the wall for some semblance of balance.] Yes, yes, please. You smell so good. Please, more.

More?

[He pushes in a third finger and gets back to right where he started from. Holding onto his back and slamming his fingers in and out as he looks down at him. Feeling his body quake and move underneath him.]

D'you want my knot too?

[Physically, Asahi wants nothing less than Bokuto's knot; he's already taking three fingers with minimal discomfort, his slick sliding down Bokuto's hand. He knows somewhere in the back of his mind that he should be ashamed of how wanton he's being, how it only took Bokuto a matter of minutes to have his pants off and get inside him, but most of Asahi's mind is devoted to the pleasure in Bokuto's deft touch.

Whatever's left is torn between screaming about how taking the knot would be a really bad idea. As horny as he is, as bad as his heat can get, letting Bokuto knot him... it can have it's own bad consequences. What if he gets attached to Bokuto, the way some omegas can even without becoming mated? Even if it's not to that extent, there's no way he's going to be able to get over the first alpha who knotted him that easily; Asahi has a glass heart that's easy to break.

But getting knotted will make the heat end faster; by tomorrow morning, he could be well enough to play again. No one would have to know he even fell his low, that another team's ace had to help him. He wouldn't have to embarrass himself in front of his teacher, or his teammates.

And it would feel so good.]

A-ah... B-Bokuto-san. [He whimpers shyly, eyes wet with tears.] You... You. Would you want... to?

[But Bokuto didn't want to knot him just to take care of his heat. No, that's stupid. He wants to knot someone and keep them forever. But he can't word that. His mind is shooting all of it's blood down to his cock, and his knot is engorged. He's going to take Asahi tonight. And he's going to keep him.

He moves to pull his pants down, pulling his fingers out as the tip of his cock pushed between Asahi's cheeks. Groaning as he moved to lean over him.]

I... I'm gonna...

[He moved onto his neck.]

Gonna keep you...

[Asahi's shoulders slump, his body relaxing, and he's not exactly sure why; is it Bokuto's scent engulfing him in ease that an acceptable alpha is close by, or the shake in Bokuto's voice that proves he's just as vulnerable as Asahi is...? Or is it what he's saying, and the fact that for some reason, Asahi trusts him? Believes him?

He reaches back and places a hand on Bokuto's hip, his grip firm.]

Keep me. [He pleas softly, his voice breathy and high.] Help me, alpha. K-knot me good!

[Bokuto grunts and squeezes his hip harder, licking his lips at the whole experience. He looks down at Asahi, who is becoming a submissive omega underneath him. And decides to officially claim him once and for all.

He holds him in place and bites him hard on the neck as he begins to penetrate him. Thrusting in and out of him very quickly.

When he pulls away, he lets out a little groan.]

Mmm... that's the stuff... so good...

The bite sends an exceptionally pleasant shiver through Asahi's spine, lighting his nerve endings up from his toes to his scalp. The pheromones come in next, the wash of warmth and affection coursing through Asahi's veins as Bokuto gives him a taste of what it would be like to be mated, the alpha in him balancing out Asahi's rampant omega lust. His body throbs and slick oozes down his thighs, his body craving even more closeness from his alpha.]

F-fuck me-- [He begs, cutting himself off with a heavy breath.] Bokuto, please, fuck me hard...!!

[It's a temporary bite. Something that will keep Asahi, after being knotted tonight, off of his heat for the rest of the week. It will disappear before too long, at least, so that is the positive here.

Perhaps the only positive. Because Hak is about to knot him hard. Pressing the tip into that wet hole and began to shove himself inside, thrusting in and out of him.]

[When Bokuto finally pushes his cock into Asahi, his pleas are gone to a single long moan, as he throws his head back and braces his body against the bathroom wall for support. Bokuto's cock is thick, hot, and hard, and it satiates some need deep inside of Asahi that he didn't know he had.

He cries his lover's name, arching his back and letting his body get pounded with all of the other ace's fervor. They both might regret it the next day, but right now nothing could be more perfect.]

[Bokuto grips hard onto him and slams in and out of him quickly and rapidly. Grunting and groaning, his knot pressing against his hole as it began to grow.

Asahi is so good. He's such an ideal omega for Bokuto. He moaned, his fingers digging into Asahi's hips.]

[Asahi doesn't feel the knot at first, too lost in his bliss to be aware of the specific sensations in favor of the larger, more body-shaking thrusts Bokuto is pressing into him. But the knot begins to thicken inside of Asahi and soon the pressure against his rim makes itself known. He whines, his body dripping with slick as it aims to accommodate the girth of the knot, and clenches his hands into fists to deal with the sensation.]

H-Hah... ah!

[Bokuto lets out a groan, feeling his knot hard inside of him. He moves in and kisses him hard on the neck, rocking against him. He feels close. He grunts and shuts his eyes, rocking harder against him.]

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