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Using the back of his hand to wipe sweat from his upper lip, Daichi slowly scanned the gym. Everyone was finishing their cool down with basic stretches while Tanaka and Noya worked together on taking down the net. Practice had been grueling today, and he could read it in everyone’s body language. His eyes landed on the wonder duo for a moment. Yes, even the both of them were showing signs of a serious workout. Kageyama was barking at Hinata, but surprisingly, Hinata wasn’t barking back for once. His gaze lingered on the ginger for a few seconds, remembering what had taken place only a week prior.
I like you, Daichi-san! Please go out with me!
He glanced away, his impending decision making him anxious, but then he hesitated. After taking in the rest of the second years minding their own, he turned his attention back to the two noisiest boys on the team.
Hinata was stretching, legs out to either side and reaching forward. Or at least, it looked like he was stretching. His cheek was squished against the floor, red face angled towards Daichi. He looked on the verge of falling asleep when Daichi took a closer look, not so much stretching which certainly came off as unusual. Practice was tiring, but was Hinata of all people actually that exhausted? Daichi took a few steps in their direction, following a gut feeling that was forming. As he warily got closer, he took note of unfocused brown eyes and parted pink lips.
“Hinata-boke!” Kageyama griped, but Daichi figured out quickly why he wasn’t reaching out to touch him.
He reeked of heat.
Swallowing thickly, he dropped down to his knees beside the ginger. “Kageyama, let everyone know that I’m taking Hinata to the infirmary,” he calmly told the younger boy. Kageyama stared at him with calculating eyes. He was a beta, so perhaps it’d be wiser to have him take Hinata, but Daichi felt more comfortable taking on the responsibility of one of his teammates. He was captain after all. Finally, Kageyama gave an obedient nod and pushed himself to his feet to hurry to Sugawara. Coach and Takeda had been called to a faculty meeting early, leaving Daichi in charge. And it was time he took charge.
“Alright, Hinata, just hold tight,” Daichi murmured to him. He was wearing scent blockers, but the heat-smell was pungent enough to push through them. Daichi carefully pulled him upright and into his chest, ignoring his inner alpha demanding to take the younger boy then and there, and especially ignoring the potentially provocative position Hinata had managed to place himself in by stretching. Daichi was gentle as he closed Hinata’s legs for him, ignoring the damp spot that was growing between them. Without another word, he scooped the smaller boy up to carry. He could feel numerous eyes on him, knew the other alphas on the team could undoubtedly smell Hinata by now, but he didn’t look back as he walked towards the gym doors.
“Daichi-san,” Hinata slurred as they walked through the school halls.
“Shh, we’re almost there.” Daichi glanced down at him just in time to see the smaller boy’s eyes flutter shut before pressing his nose to the collar of Daichi’s shirt. His inner alpha preened at the very clear acceptance from the omega, but he ignored it as they approached the nurse’s door. He couldn’t take advantage of Hinata like this, not when his heat was so very clearly speaking for him. Though was it really taking advantage when Hinata had already confessed to him? He pushed the thought to the side, just as he did with the actual confession.
As Daichi stepped in front of the nurse’s door, his heart dropped.
Locked. Lights out. She’d already gone home for the day.
Daichi swore under his breath, feeling sweat bead on his forehead. This wasn’t from a grueling practice however, it was from the sharp heat-scent tickling his nose. Swallowing audibly, he sagged back against the wall, desperately trying to collect his thoughts. Hinata lived too far away for him to carry the entire way. Hinata biked to school every day and the bike alone was already a problem that would need to be taken care of at some point in the future. He could always use Hinata’s phone to call his mom, but they couldn’t stay at the school while waiting for her. Too many people around.
“Daichi-san,” Hinata called again, small hand coming up to clutch at the front of Daichi’s shirt.
“Is your mom home, Hinata?” Daichi asked. Hinata slowly shook his head.
“She took Natsu to my aunt’s house...” His slow words were evidence of his exhaustion, of the heat creeping in that would soon completely consume him.
“Are they close by?” Daichi pressed. Hinata shook his head again before turning his face directly into Daichi’s chest. It was obvious the way he inhaled, trying to find Daichi’s scent, and when he did, he shivered in his arms. Now Daichi’s blockers were starting to go bad, which was, well, bad. “Hinata, can I take you home until your mom can pick you up?” he asked, wanting to get as much out of Hinata as he could before his heat rendered him totally incoherent. He was having a hard time gauging how far along Hinata was into his heat. Surely he wouldn’t have come to school this morning if he had sensed his heat oncoming?
“Yes, Daichi-san,” he breathed, thighs clenching. Daichi tried to ignore the still obvious wet spot that was steadily growing in his shorts, but the sweet scent of slick was enticing. “Please take care of me.”
Daichi tried not to let that sentence go to his cock, let alone his heart, but it didn’t work. Both were already starting to swell with Hinata’s sweet scent punctuated by heat, and his request to be taken care of only appealed to his alpha more. Shaking his head to clear the fuzziness from his thoughts, he carried Hinata back to the club room.
After carefully setting Hinata down just outside of it, he made his way in to collect both of their belongings.
“Is Hinata okay?” Suga asked nervously. The rest of the club members were varying in getting dressed but all obviously intent on hearing Daichi’s response. Daichi didn’t doubt they could smell his heat lingering on Daichi’s clothes as well.
“I’ve gotta take him home. The nurse left early,” he answered, swinging his and Hinata’s bag over his shoulders, taking an extra second to ensure Hinata’s phone was in the pocket. No point in going all the way home if there was no way to contact his family.
“Are you sure?” Suga walked with him back to the door. “I can take him if you think it’d be too much.” As a beta, Suga was probably the obvious choice to give Hinata to. But Daichi couldn’t step down as leader now, he needed to take care of his teammate. His alpha whispered that it was also because Hinata had asked him to take care of the omega as well, had confessed to him, not Suga.
“I’m sure. I’ll be okay,” Daichi assured him, hand already braced on the doorknob. Pursing his lips, Suga nodded once, and Daichi slipped through the door.
It was awkward balancing two bags while scooping Hinata back up, but Daichi managed just fine. But as he picked the ginger up, he noticed a new distinct change about him. He was trembling, brows pinched together in either pain or sadness.
“Hinata?” Daichi asked, hurrying down the steps and off school property.
“It hurts,” Hinata whimpered, curling up in Daichi’s hold.
“Fuck,” Daichi muttered, glancing around as he went down the street. “Just hold on a little longer, okay?” If Daichi had to guess, there were already a large number of factors playing into Hinata’s sudden discomfort. The most obvious was his lack of a nest as well as a lack of knot. Daichi most assuredly couldn’t give him a knot, but a nest… Well, he’d have to let Hinata use something until his mom could come get him.
The walk seemed to take longer than ever, Hinata’s heat overwhelming even Daichi. But finally they made it, and Daichi fumbled with his keys to get the door open. He didn’t even bother with kicking off his shoes, just hurried to his room to dump the small omega into his bed. Hinata was squirming by that point, crying softly in pain. But as soon as he was dropped in Daichi’s sheets, he let out a shaky purr, curling up right in the middle while nuzzling into the pillows.
Daichi panted softly, watching the ginger start to move things around as he pleased and kicking his shoes off and over the bed. Before Daichi had time to remember he needed to leave, Hinata was reaching out to grab his shirt with his fist. He tugged once and Daichi instinctively stepped forward. He tugged twice and Daichi blinked away the sudden slew of impure thoughts. Quickly, he tugged the shirt over his head and let the omega have it, watching as he brought it to his nose to sniff.
“Alright, I’m going to try and get ahold of your mom,” Daichi managed to get out, dropping both bags and crouching down to pull out Hinata’s phone. Squinting at the screen, he started to go through the contacts to find her.
“Alpha,” Hinata called out. Against his better judgment, Daichi looked up.
Hinata’s pupils were blown so wide in the dim lighting that Daichi almost feared being swallowed by them. He had that same look he often got in the middle of an intense match, ready to strike and prove everyone wrong. Daichi felt like prey beneath that gaze.
“Hinata,” he said in a warning tone, but Hinata was already reaching for him again.
“Dai-san, I need you,” he insisted. Daichi watched more than he felt himself reach out to take Hinata’s hand. His skin was warm to the touch. God, Hinata really was a beautiful omega, and hearing him call for Daichi like that was like a gift from the gods. He’d even confessed to Daichi. He swallowed thickly. All the more reason not to do anything impure. Hinata had shown himself to trust his captain, and Daichi didn’t want to break that trust in case Hinata didn’t actually want to share his heat with him just yet. They weren’t even properly courting, though Hinata had been offering small courting gifts every other day. Still not enough.
“Hinata, I know what you’re feeling right now, but I can’t give you everything you want.” Daichi tried his best to remain patient and calm. Admittedly, while he was trying to explain this to a heat-muddled Hinata, he was also trying to remind himself of why he couldn’t just hop right into that nest and stick his knot inside the beautiful omega there. “You’re more than welcome to nest right there until your mom can come, and then you can go home and nest where you’re supposed to. Okay?”
“No, Dai-san,” Hinata insisted. He yanked on Daichi’s arm, effectively pulling him forward before Daichi managed to stop himself. “I want your knot - only your knot. Need it.”
“Hinata, no,” Daichi said more firmly this time around.
Hinata growled in response. It was no alpha growl, that was for sure, but it was a growl no less. Throaty and low, his lip curling slightly to show just how upset he was with being refused.
“Come here,” he practically barked, fingernails digging into Daichi’s skin. With a grimace, Daichi reached up to pry Hinata’s fingers off. The slight pain from his nails was enough for him to remember exactly what he needed to do right now - which was to not sink his dick into his kouhai.
With Hinata’s fingers off, he scooted backwards on the floor a few feet with the yellow flip phone, lips pursed as he silently resumed looking for Hinata’s mom in the contacts. There was no use arguing with a heat-crazed omega, Daichi already knew that. So he didn’t say anything else, just clicked the right contact and started typing out a text to Hinata’s mother.
He was halfway through when he heard Hinata whining. Against his better judgment, he glanced up to look at him.
He felt his heart soften in his chest, phone momentarily forgotten as he just… Watched Hinata, with absolutely no ulterior motive. The omega’s brow was furrowed deeply, eyelashes slightly wet. He was pawing at the scent blockers on his neck with one hand, distractedly trying to get them off while the other hand was messing with the various items in his nest. He seemed bothered by the set up and desperate to get it right even with only one hand. The only thing to remain in one place was the shirt he’d stolen from Daichi’s very back, placed in his lap to hold while he adjusted things as he pleased. If Daichi was to suspect anything, he assumed that Hinata wanted to place the shirt somewhere lastly - in a place where he could nuzzle into it if not straight up wear it. The thought shouldn’t have warmed Daichi the way it did, but alas.
Swallowing thickly, Daichi looked back down at the phone, quickly typing out the rest of the message. He knew he should leave the room now, but for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He didn’t want to leave Hinata all alone despite knowing that once Hinata went home, he would most assuredly be left completely alone for the week of his heat. But he was in Daichi’s care right now, and Daichi wouldn’t abandon him until he absolutely had to.
He sent the message right as Hinata let out a whimper, a scent wave of heady arousal and pain making its way to Daichi. Daichi immediately looked up at him, only to find Hinata writhing about in the midst of his messy nest with his face scrunched up in anguish. His shirt was off, and so were his shorts, strewn about near his legs while he struggled with his underwear. Daichi knew he shouldn’t be watching, but he couldn’t help but hurt for the little omega as he let out soft noises of pain and struggled with his undergarment. It was completely soaked through, Daichi could see that from his vantage point, making the cloth stick to Hinata’s legs and probably his sensitive private area as well.
Hinata seemed to give up so that he could palm himself through the shorts, rubbing at his little cock through the underwear and curling up on his side. He had Daichi’s shirt under his cheek, whimpering as he pressed his face into it.
“Dai-san, Dai-san,” he whispered, Daichi just barely picking up on it. His dick throbbed in his shorts at the sound of his name.
Hinata’s phone buzzed, giving him the perfect opportunity to look away from the omega to see the response from his mom. It wasn’t exactly a pleasant message - she was thankful but she needed Daichi to hold onto Hinata for a few more hours - but Daichi was more than willing to accommodate. He’d get Hinata as comfortable as possible and do his best to take care of him until his mom arrived. It was his duty now, he had to do it.
Sending off a confirmation to Hinata’s mom, he was suddenly hit with another wave of pain.
Sour citrus hit his nose right as a miserable noise reached his ears. When he looked at Hinata for what would be the final time - only because he wouldn’t be taking his eyes off of him again - it was to see him white-knuckling Daichi’s shirt with both hands, thighs squeezed together, and trembling in the middle of his makeshift nest.
“Hinata?” Daichi asked softly, not trusting himself to move from where he was. Hinata didn’t answer him, still shaking like a leaf and making that God-awful noise. He sounded as if he was in so much pain. Daichi could only imagine the expression he wore, largely because Hinata had buried his entire face in the stolen practice shirt.
“Hinata, what do you need?” he asked, closing the flip-phone and sliding it back inside the pocket of Hinata’s bag.
“You,” Hinata gasped out, the sound muffled by the shirt. “Please, Dai-san, please! I-I want you, I always have, and now- I need you, Dai-san.” He was sobbing the words by now, desperation in every word. Daichi’s heart was pounding at the second confession, and he was absolutely torn on what to do. Was this particular confession heat-induced? Did he actually trust Daichi to share his heat with him despite the lack of a true relationship between them? No, he couldn’t afford to think like this, he absolutely couldn’t.
“Hinata, is there anything else you need?” he tried to redirect. “I can get you water, or more blankets if you want-”
“Daichi-san!” Hinata looked up, cheeks wet with tears and a big pout on his lips. “I need you.”
Daichi didn’t stand a chance, not with the sour note in Hinata’s usually soft and sweet scent. Not with those big brown eyes begging and looking so helpless. He’d be clear-headed enough later to smack himself for not just leaving the room, but for now, he let out a quiet growl while getting to his feet.
Hinata stared at him as he approached, regarding him warily as if he feared Daichi was only teasing him and would actually spin on his heel and abandon him rather than join him. Truth be told, that was what Daichi should do, but it wasn’t what he was going to do. He reached up to peel off his scent blockers, letting them fall to the floor while kicking off his shoes.
He braced one knee on the bed as he prepared to climb in, watching Hinata’s eyelids momentarily flutter shut to fully inhale Daichi’s own aroused smell. A small smile started to replace the anguished look from before, Hinata’s thighs parting to give Daichi a place to kneel.
Bracing his hands on the pillow on either side of Hinata’s head, Daichi bent down to kiss him, somehow having enough chivalry left in his own heat-crazed mind to do this first.
Small hands slid up his bare chest as their lips tentatively touched for the very first time, exploring his skin and gently pulling him downwards. Daichi came willingly, slipping his tongue into Hinata’s mouth to lick the heat scent right off of his tongue.
It wasn’t long until Daichi was kissing down his neck to mouth at his scent glands, letting out soft groans at the extremely potent taste and smell. Hinata moaned quietly, his own lips lightly brushing against Daichi’s glands and then shivering beneath him.
“You smell amazing, Hinata,” Daichi breathed, dragging his tongue over the gland once more before pulling back to look at him. He was blushing, looking almost shy as he squirmed beneath Daichi’s gaze.
“So do you, Dai-san.”
Daichi smiled, carefully brushing a lock of orange hair back from Hinata’s forehead.
“Can I take these off?” he asked, resting his fingertips against the dark boxers Hinata still wore. They were completely soaked, the scent of slick filling Daichi’s nose once again. Hinata nodded slowly and lifted his hips up a few inches from the bed.
Daichi was gentle as he slid the garment off, purring to Hinata whenever he whimpered with sensitivity from the fabric dragging and sticking to his wet hole. Despite the raging heat that was so clearly affecting them both, they both were fairly lucid right now as Daichi slid the boxers down his thighs and then off.
Hinata took them away as soon as his legs were free, reaching over to meticulously place it where he desired it to go. Daichi just gazed down at him for a minute, taking in his small omegan cock and the slick sliding down the insides of his thighs. He smelled stronger than ever now, and Daichi wanted nothing more than to shove his tongue into his hole to taste him completely.
He held back though, letting Hinata settle a little more comfortably - albeit visibly shyly - and then reached to slide his own shorts and boxers down. His cock sprang free, swollen and red, and drawing Hinata’s extremely wide eyes with a quiet whimper. Once Daichi was naked, he gave those two articles of clothing to Hinata as well, giving him a few seconds to place them where he pleased - the shorts were slightly off to the side but still within reach while the underwear was placed on the opposite side of his own head as the shirt - before daring to touch him.
He was gentle, bending to kiss Hinata’s forehead while smoothing his palms up and down his slim waist. Hinata made a noise of pleasure, wiggling under his touch and lifting his legs to wrap around him. It wouldn’t be long until the heat consumed both of them and Daichi mindlessly sank into Hinata, but for just a few more seconds, they did this.
Daichi reached down to cup Hinata’s cock, idly stroking it a few times while mouthing down the side of his neck. Hinata moaned with every stroke, bucking his hips and angling his head to the side for Daichi’s lips. But for as much as he seemed to be enjoying Daichi’s touch, he was wiggling and moving more than what Daichi was anticipating. Curious as to what exactly he was doing, Daichi lifted up again.
To his surprise, Hinata was still anxiously fiddling with the nest. His arousal was so thick that Daichi hadn’t caught it at first, but there was a definitive underlying nervous scent to his citrusy smell as well. He didn’t look at Daichi, brows furrowed and lower lip caught between his teeth as he adjusted a blanket for what must’ve been the twentieth time.
“Hinata,” Daichi called, waiting until brown eyes met his own. “What are you doing?”
“The nest,” he whispered, fingers curling in the blanket. “Not right. Want it to be perfect- For you-”
“Hinata,” Daichi cut him off with a smile, cupping his cheek with his palm. “It is perfect.”
“Are… Are you sure?” Hinata looked at him dubiously, now smoothing the blanket out with his fingertips without even looking. Daichi was surprised to see so much hesitation in his eyes, especially with how taken he was with his heat by now.
“I’m sure. How are you even able to think right now?” He brushed his fingers through surprisingly soft hair, slightly damp with sweat.
“I’m so nervous, Dai-san,” Hinata admitted with a whine. “Wanted you for my first time, want only you afterwards. Want to make sure it’s all perfect, want the nest to be right-”
“Hinata, it’s already perfect,” Daichi repeated, cutting him off again. He kissed his adorable button nose, inner alpha preening with Hinata so obviously trying to please. “You’re going to make your heat even worse by fretting. Just relax. It’s perfect, I promise you.”
Hinata slowly relaxed, though he glanced towards his bag on the floor. “Can you… Get my sweatshirt?” he asked softly, laying his hands on his own chest.
“Of course.” And Daichi did, carefully leaning over the nest so he wouldn’t mess it up to draw Hinata’s sweatshirt out of his bag and hand it to him.
Hinata was quick to scent it with his chin, purring softly before placing it where he wanted, and then he was completely relaxed, scent appeased while he reached for Daichi.
“That’s a good omega,” he praised, rubbing his hands along the insides of Hinata’s soft thighs. Hinata whimpered quietly, hips lifting into the air.
Daichi’s hands quickly were covered in slick from how wet Hinata was, the scent wafting up and tickling his nostrils. Eyes glued to Hinata’s hole, he dragged his thumb across the opening to collect the slick there, effectively making Hinata cry out.
He brought his hand up to suck on his thumb, eyelids fluttering as he licked the slick off. He could feel Hinata’s gaze on him, and could hear his crooning sounds. Daichi let out a soft noise of his own to show just how pleased he was with how Hinata tasted - sweet, just as he’d imagined.
Hinata seemed determined to not be outdone and tugged Daichi closer to scent him, the sickly-sweet scent of his heat settling along Daichi’s skin and effectively marking him as Hinata’s. It was going to be awhile before he managed to wash this scent off, no doubt about that. Right now, he didn’t care. All that mattered was making his omega happy and comfortable.
Daichi brought his hand back down to push a finger into Hinata, lips brushing against the younger boy’s temple. With his heat, he easily gave way, Daichi’s finger sliding in completely without any resistance. Hinata moaned in response, arching up off the sheets and grabbing the clothing beneath his head.
“Dai-san!” he gasped, knees drawing up into the air to plant his heels in the mattress.
“It’s okay, Hinata,” Daichi soothed, gently pushing his finger in and out. He may have been loosening for his heat, but he was still tight enough to need stretching. Carefully, he pushed in another finger, taking his time in scissoring them apart. Hinata was still moaning and squirming, eyes squeezed shut as Daichi squeezed in a third finger as well.
The heat was starting to get to Daichi now, making his senses hazy. All he could look at was Hinata, all he could smell was Hinata’s heat, and the only thing he could hear was Hinata’s soft cries of pleasure.
“Dai-san, your knot,” Hinata groaned, bearing his hips down on Daichi’s fingers to take all of them, as if searching for his knot there.
Daichi exhaled slowly, closing his eyes as he tried not to just plunge his dick inside Hinata. Knot, right. He wanted to knot, but the last thing he wanted was pups. His inner alpha wanted to argue with that, wanting nothing more than to see Hinata pupped, but there was still enough rationale in his brain to stop him before he reached that point.
“Hinata,” he called softly, curling his fingers inside the omega before pulling them free. Hinata whined at the loss, but he was gazing up at Daichi as attentively as he seemed capable of. “Are you on birth control?”
Hinata chewed on his lower lip, hips squirming slightly. “I-I started it last month,” he whispered, brow creasing again. “I-I’m sorry, Dai-san, I want to give you p-pups-”
“Shh, shh,” Daichi immediately soothed, relieved. Even still, he had another back up plan, just in case. “Don’t worry about pups right now. Just let me make you feel good.”
Hinata whimpered softly, fingers curling around Daichi’s bicep. “B-But-”
“No buts. If you have pups, then that means no volleyball. You don’t want that,” he reminded him. Hinata seemed to genuinely ponder this, and Daichi leaned away to poke through his nightstand for the condoms he kept there. Not that he ever used any, but he was glad to have them now.
“Look.” He held the condom up for Hinata to look at before ripping the package open. “To make sure, okay?” His dick was so hard now, aching and angry that he wasn’t inside Hinata already. He knew that as soon as he did bury himself inside the ginger, there would be no more thinking rationally. His rut wasn’t due for over two months, but that didn’t mean a heat couldn’t affect him similarly.
With Hinata’s eyes on him, he rolled the condom on, taking care to pull the band all the way down past his half inflated knot.
“Dai-san,” Hinata croaked out. His little hands moved into view to wrap around Daichi’s dick, fingers trembling as they carefully squeezed.
Daichi inhaled sharply, gaze flickering up to Hinata’s face. He still looked to be in pain, lower lip wobbling, but he was obviously determined as well.
“Put it inside,” he suddenly whispered, guiding Daichi’s dick slightly down so that it was pointed right at Hinata’s hole. The ginger squirmed then to get closer, sliding down his nest and lifting his hips so that they were touching. “Please, Dai-san.”
Daichi batted Hinata’s hands away to grip his own cock again, swallowing audibly as he kept it lined up. Hinata was waiting patiently, thighs visibly straining from where he held himself up. Exhaling slowly, Daichi pushed his way in.
It was surprisingly easy from stretching him earlier combined with his heat. There were no pauses, Daichi simply slid completely inside, opening Hinata’s virgin hole with nothing but cock.
Hinata cried out as he was filled, arching up off of the bed and hands flying out to scrabble against Daichi’s skin wherever they could reach - his arms, his chest, he clawed anywhere he found purchase. And he was still so beautiful, lashes wet with tears and skin flushed.
“Dai-san, Dai-san!” he chanted, whimpering and purring all at once.
“Fuck, Hinata,” Daichi moaned lowly, grinding forward so that his knot teased at Hinata’s entrance.
“Move,” Hinata suddenly demanded, eyes snapping open to stare at Daichi. Daichi wasn’t about to disobey him.
He grabbed the backs of Hinata’s knees and pushed them back towards Hinata until they were pinned to the mattress on either side of him. This way, his ass was presented properly, full on mating press despite the lack of, well, mating. Hinata held tightly to his shoulders, head leaning up to try and nuzzle into his neck. Daichi exhaled raggedly as he stretched his neck out for him, scenting Hinata himself and letting the omega kiss at his gland. Once Hinata was appeased, he snapped his hips, making the ginger’s head fall right back into the nest.
Words were impossible for the both of them, Daichi fucking him hard and fast. He kept Hinata’s legs right where they were, no matter how much he squirmed or his feet flailed in the air. A moan was punched out of Hinata with every single thrust, fat tears rolling down his cheeks at being taken like this.
Daichi bent closer to lick at his tears, fangs elongating in his mouth and lightly scraping Hinata’s skin. He panted hot and heavy against his cheek, lips sliding along his temple and then burying his nose in soft hair as they fucked.
“Ah- Ah!” Hinata cried, tightening up around the cock inside of him. It was seconds after that where Daichi felt cum splattering against his stomach and Hinata’s hole clenched even tighter. One orgasm was already pulled from his body, and Daichi hadn’t even touched his cock.
“Good omega,” he purred, dragging the flat of his tongue along Hinata’s temple again before kissing his head. Hinata shuddered beneath him, moaning from Daichi still fucking him. Under normal circumstances, Daichi would’ve given him a little reprieve. But Hinata was in the throes of heat, and he would come again and again until he was finally given a knot to clamp around.
Daichi lowered himself so that Hinata’s knees hooked over his forearms instead. They were closer this way, close enough for Hinata to hug around his shoulders and bury his face in Daichi’s neck. Slick squelched as Daichi fucked him, excessive after one orgasm. Daichi could feel it leaking and hitting his thighs every time he pushed inside, drenching skin and the nest around them. He wasn’t going to be able to get rid of the heat smell in his room for days.
His knot was inflating more by now, beginning to catch along Hinata’s rim. The first time it caught, Hinata’s breath hitched. And then Hinata was wailing, canting his hips upwards to try and make it stay inside.
Daichi grit his teeth, pressing his face into orange hair at the overwhelming feeling around his sensitive knot.
“Knot me, Dai-san,” Hinata whined into his neck.
Holding his breath, Daichi shoved his knot inside, making Hinata shriek in surprise. It wasn’t fully inflated, however, and he easily pulled it back out, feeling Hinata’s rim stretch around it, as if desperate to keep him inside.
“No, no, no,” Hinata gasped, fingernails digging into Daichi’s shoulders. Daichi shuddered as he pushed back inside, letting Hinata have the almost full knot before tugging it out again.
“Inside, Dai-san, inside,” he begged, lips brushing along Daichi’s neck.
Daichi’s own lips came down to brush along Hinata’s scent gland, fangs ready to pierce the skin. He kept knot-fucking Hinata while entertaining the idea of claiming him, imagining the taste of citrus and blood when he did it.
His orgasm was rising, and with a growl, he shoved his knot inside Hinata for the last and final time.
And just barely managed to shove his own face into his pillow to bite that instead of his beautiful omega’s neck.
A sharp stinging sensation on his own neck had him crying out into that same pillow, a second rush of ecstasy shooting through him and making his cock throb. He could feel Hinata’s orgasm from being so far inside him, ears ringing with the sound of his cries and his own overwhelming pleasure. He allowed himself to pretend he was filling Hinata’s womb with his seed, painting his insides with cum.
It felt like forever before his orgasm ended and he collapsed on top of the smaller boy. He was still knot-locked inside of him, though he carefully moved to let Hinata lower his legs from where he’d kept them up.
Soft purring filled his ears while a wet tongue licked along his neck, soothing the tingling sensation he felt there. Daichi carefully grinded against Hinata, making his purring falter before it came back with more vigor, louder and happier.
It was another long few minutes before Daichi had the energy to lift his head and look at Hinata. The ginger’s eyes were half-lidded, expression showing just how pleased he was to be knotted. His chest rose and fell slowly, the purring still loud.
“Hinata?” he found himself asking with a raspy voice.
“Dai-san,” Hinata answered quietly, one hand slowly reaching up to trace Daichi’s jaw down his neck to his collarbone.
Hinata fell asleep immediately after, satiated enough by the knot to pass out on it. All while Daichi came to the realization that Hinata had claimed him.
Slowly, so as not to rouse the omega, he rolled them so that Hinata was laying on his chest instead, legs spread to accommodate for the cock still inside him. Daichi shakily pulled a blanket over the both of them to keep him warm and then reached up to feel the mark on his neck.
It wasn’t as strong as an alpha claim, and certainly not strong enough without a matching mark on Hinata’s neck, but that didn’t change the fact that it was a mating bite. Even if they didn’t fully mate and the claim eventually went away, Daichi would live with this scar forever, regardless of if he ever got a new one.
He traced the mark again, remembering how Hinata had licked at it to soothe its pain and bleeding. Why wasn’t he bothered then? He should’ve been upset by this rather invasive mark.
But he wasn’t. Because while he hadn’t yet responded to Hinata’s confession, he had already known his answer from the time he had asked. He wanted to be Hinata’s alpha, and he wanted Hinata to be his omega. Being claimed a little early wasn’t unattractive to him - if anything, it only made him want Hinata more.
A quiet purr started in his own chest while he turned to nuzzle into Hinata’s skin. There were going to be a lot of problems to sort through once his knot deflated, but at least one question could be put to rest.
I accept your confession.