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Yoichi never wanted to admit it, but it was creeping into him, the realization, the pleasure. Whatever stray feelings dancing in his stomach like little fireworks sparks, nameless yet present, so painfully present the fireworks melted into liquid fire and set his blood ablaze. And for himself, only for himself, he never wanted that epiphany to wash over him. Maybe he enjoyed being a good person, a good alpha, believing in alpha-omega equality and that omegas could also top alphas yada yada – go omegas, ruin that ridiculous social stereotype! – Whatever, Yoichi had to take a breath and physically empty his stomach from air itself when all those little thoughts melted. More than one thing had melted today within him.
He could blame it on the merciless July and the broken AC and the football training. Yes, he's a good alpha. He would never use the fact an omega is in heat for his own benefit. Well, any omega whose name wasn't by some chance Rin Itoshi, six feet one inch tall, dark green hair, bright teal eyes, jersey number 10. On an embarrassingly high dose of suppressant melting just as slowly as Yoichi's goodwill and patience. Which was, by any means, not slow at all.
A Rin Itoshi only coming down from his trembling high of flow and concentration and football and fuck football. Yoichi cursed himself and cursed Uruguay for having won three gold medals in the Olympics and consequently founding the concept of a world cup. And cursed the little black and white ball resting by his undone cleat laces. As well as whoever decided to play with that ball and set rules for it in the first place. He cursed a lot of things.
“Hurts..” Rin sounded uncharacteristically soft, and Yoichi could tell those strange whispers of a word were just uncontrollable, maybe his omega talking. The Rin he knew barely collected himself, giving him a weak glare. “Fuh.. Fuck you looking at?”
“I don't know, Rin, you're the one who came to my room” Yoichi replied good-naturedly, finally placing the damp towel he was drying his hair with on the mini sofa in front of him. Rin's forced glare seemed to intensify before he winced again, his little omega fangs barren meekly. “Get out.”
“My room, Rin” Yoichi said again, his stomach twisting at the sudden wave of Rin's sweet pine scent filling the air. He took a breath, rubbing the crease between his eyebrows. “Do you need me to help somehow? I don't have suppressants for omeg–”
“Shut up.” Rin cut him off, his tone barely having any bite to it whatsoever. He winced, his eyebrows quivering as his teal eyes went in and out of focus. “I'm not.. No one should know.”
“But it's considerable enough to be a medical leave, you know”
Not the time to be smug right now, Yoichi. You're a good alpha. You wouldn't.
Yoichi forced a smile, and it was just as passive aggressive as he would've expected. Rin, too lost in his aroused suffering, had no time or energy to just simply and curtly kick Yoichi into the fucking wall. “Just let me escort you to your room. I can buy them for you if you want. Or if you have any other thing you might need in this..”
Another, stronger wave of unholy scent. Of Yoichi feeling his boxers shrink into his hardening member. It smelled like sweet pine, a kick of spicy clove and mind-numbingly gentle mint, he had to grit his teeth and– how many times did he breathe in and out already? This was getting ridiculous. His stomach twisted and turned and melted and heated and he couldn't blame it on the weather anymore. “In this.. period. I'm sure Mr. Ego can understand when..”
Rin hissed softly, lunging at him, but instead of anything Yoichi had ever expected– Rin latched onto him. Closing the distance between them so casually Yoichi nearly winced at how hard he became. Accidentally. And had to stifle both his instincts, raging feelings and oh my fucking God he's so fucking cute at the feeling of that scent filling his nostrils all the way to his lungs. Fucking hell. Fuck football.
“Alpha,” Bleary eyed, Rin's voice trembled. “It hurts”
And alpha it was, that reacted to Rin's soft words, plea, more accurately. Alpha instinct it was that burnt like seething fire in Yoichi's belly as a notion of a so-called good person withered away. Rin shivered at the sensation. It was overwhelming, yet satisfying, Yoichi's deep blue eyes reflecting that same blaze, fangs now apparent with what felt like the pain of a teething toddler. Rin swallowed thickly, his vision swimming in teal and neon blue clouds. “Alpha..”
Yoichi took a sharper breath, his damp hair curling slightly against the omega's chest as he brushed his teeth over Rin's neck. Rin was taller, yet his body was as soft as cotton, as pliable as the pretty little roses that grew in Yoichi's balcony, and Yoichi couldn't help but feel his stomach turn further within him. With the Rin Itoshi this submissive, this soft. This delicious.
Yoichi realized, and the epiphany washed by. He would use an omega's heat if he needed to. Not any omega. Rin fucking Itoshi. He would throw everything away to see the pretty, cold boy crumble, beg, cry. His alpha would do anything for this chance now offered to him on a golden platter.
Rin whined when Yoichi paused, the soft texture of his lips and sharp edges of his teeth stopping exactly at his scent gland. Teasing it cruelly. Hell, it was itching. Rin needed it bitten, kissed, scented. Rin needed Yoichi a lot more than he needed anything else. Or maybe it was just the blurry desire of an unmated omega in heat. But he craned his neck, looking at Yoichi, his brows furrowed softly, his words messy.
“Why..” He bit into his swollen lower lip, cherry red as the effect of the suppressants washed away. “Yo.. Shitty Isagi?”
Yoichi smiled, a smile Rin knew a little too well. That shit-eating grin he made every time his puzzle pieces matched, everytime he crashed into the walls of Rin's plans face first. Way too silly and fucking stupid and arousing. Rin's eyebrows, the only facial feature he couldn't control, were quivering, furrowing, tense with desire and desperation. “Isa..”
“You're so cute,” Yoichi started, his thumb gently pulling the corner of Rin's mouth open, and Rin hissed involuntarily. “You remind me of a puppy, Rinrin.”
“Let go!” Rin hissed again, nearly biting into Yoichi's finger, but Yoichi didn't let go. The alpha released his scent, a much stronger, calmer musk of teakwood and dormant vanilla. And at that, Rin felt his mind pause, useless and pained.
“Only bad puppies bite their owners,” Yoichi tilted his head, his eyes hooded with pleasure. “Be a good boy for me now, Rinrin. Do you want me to scent you?”
Rin nodded, lowering his head.
“Good boy,” Yoichi ruffled through Rin's thick, luscious dark green strands, only slightly greasy as he hasn't showered yet, but just as soft as ever. “It's disrespectful to stand taller than the alpha you want to scent you, Rinrin. Kneel.”
“Not.. Not just scent,” Rin seemed like he was about to cry, another throe of pained arousal passing through his stomach like a flaming arrow. “Inside.. Inside me. Puh… Please. Your..” Rin sniffled, and he lowered himself gently, his knees hitting the floor before his expression hardened again. Only momentarily. “Your.. Nevermind. No.. I'm not doing this. Stupid Isagi..”
Yoichi raised an eyebrow, snatching his hand off Rin's hair as if it stung. He shrugged, his cold eyes piercing into Rin's trembling ones. “Alright then. Get the fuck up and leave”
Rin paused, his brows quivering.
He lifted his hands hesitantly to tug at Yoichi's sweatpants, his lips bobbing up and down, his ears flushing in the same cherry red color as his lips. “Wait, no. Let's.. Let's reach an agreement”
Yoichi, satisfied with the nonchalant act deep inside, looked down at Rin. Or on Rin. “What agreement when you're kneeling in front of me? Either you accept my conditions or you fuck off”
Rin shut his eyes, his long underlashes getting muffled with the tear droplets he couldn't control. It was way too beautiful that Yoichi felt his heart flutter all over again. Fuck. Those red lips he wanted wrapped around his cock, that fragrant, rose petal soft body, and that usually hostile– now pleading voice. “Alright.. I promise, I'll be good..”
Yoichi stifled the grin that tickled at his lips as he lowered his sweatpants, his free hand still playing with Rin's hair. “Good boy. Now, you'll have to help me first, if you want me to help you,”
The implication hung in the air as Rin lifted his teary gaze to Yoichi's rock hard cock.
“Suck.”
It was painfully obvious that Rin was inexperienced in the way he hesitantly parted his lips open, nearly choking as he tried to take Yoichi's entire length in. He slipped it out, took a breath, and slurped it in again, placing his hands on the crevices between Yoichi's muscled thighs and crotch to steady himself. His teeth grazed Yoichi's cock for a few seconds before he seemed to get the gist of it, and Yoichi grunted as the delicious pressure offered by Rin's little mouth pressed against him. Of course, Rin was no short of a genius. Yoichi felt like his cock was starting to glitter like some lightsaber in no time.
“Please,” Rin pleaded again, looking up at Yoichi through his teary, thick lashes. He seemed embarrassed, how cute. “I don't.. I don't know how to. You'll scent me in the end, right?”
“Only if you shut up.” his grip tightened on Rin's hair and Rin winced softly, his scent becoming even sweeter in arousal at the promise. “You're really such a puppy. You want to be pampered and praised? You want me to rub your tummy?”
Rin lowered his head, sniffled back the tears that shimmered in his eyes and took Yoichi's cock into the wet warmth of his mouth again. Yoichi was starting to feel his own body heat get higher, steaming hot, his belly blazing and his cock throbbing as he came on Rin's face with an uncontrollable grunt. He let out a happy huff, his mind clearing up as the feeling spread through his body. “Slut.”
Rin paused, then his lips started trembling. He lowered his head, the streaks of cloudy white dripping slowly down his nose and cheeks. And then, unprompted, the omega started to cry in little, choked sobs.
Against his will, Yoichi felt his heart drop to his stomach.
“No no no no,” he frantically got to his knees, taking Rin's face between his fingers and kissing his teary, soaked cheeks. “You did well. You're not a slut, I just.. My mouth just slipped. You would never be a slut. I enjoyed it so much, yeah? I'll scent you now, so don't cry, okay?”
“You enjoyed it?” Rin repeated, sniffling softly. His teal irises shone like little stars in the night sky, and he nuzzled into Yoichi's cheek, stifling back a cry. “Then why are you so bad to me?”
Yoichi cursed under his breath, pressing his forehead to Rin's, still softly cupping the omega's cheeks. He then repositioned his arms to bring Rin closer to him, bringing his lips to Rin's neck, breath hitching over the scent gland before he kissed it gently. Rin shivered at the feeling, hesitantly bringing his hand to Yoichi's back as the alpha gently sucked on the sweet spot and kissed it until Rin could practically feel their scents melting into one savory and sweet mixture.
“Sorry,” Yoichi spoke, his voice losing all the malice it had prior. For instance, he imagined Rin's tears to be much more delicious than this. But fuck. It made his stomach turn to see them and he felt like the worst person in the world. “Do you still want me to..?”
“Shut up.” Rin hissed in response, aggressively wiping at his tears and only softly frowning at the sticky white fluid that stuck to his hand. “I know you need this just as much as I do”
“Really, now?” a grin made its way to Yoichi's face. The feeling of guilt that ate at him just a second ago faded, and he teased, his fingers gliding smoothly under Rin's shorts and into a pair of unsurprisingly damp panties underneath. He whistled, his cock hardening at the imagination of their color alone. Maybe black, a classic, Rin would choose that. White didn't seem too much like a Rin color. Or pink? Yoichi felt himself salivating. “That's not what it seemed like earlier. Cotton panties? Seriously? Oh. They have a bow on them too? What a princess.”
It seemed Rin didn't mind the pet name but he visibly frowned at the derogatory tone, and Yoichi sighed again. Rin really couldn't handle being degraded for the life of him. Once again, hardly surprising. Although hilariously ironic for a shittalker of his kind. “You're like, dripping wet. Do I put it in raw? Or do you prefer lube? Don't tell me you came over here without one on you”
Rin fished into his pockets, struggling for a second to pull out a little bottle of strawberry moisturizer. He hissed at Yoichi's smug grin, slamming him into the floor with his foot. “Athletes like you who don't even bother to take care of themselves disgust me”
Yoichi laughed, catching himself with his shoulder before sitting up again. He eyed his fingers, sticky with Rin's slick, and started sucking on his index, his eyes staring intently into Rin's. “Strawberry? Oh my god, Rin. How am I supposed to see you as a rival anymore?”
Rin violently grabbed Yoichi's hands and slammed him into the wall behind them, baring his omega fangs and glaring at the alpha as intimidatingly as he could. However, Yoichi could feel that Rin's scent was still as sweet and inviting, and could tell it was all part of that tough facade his rival loved to keep. He was just angry at not being called that anymore. In a way, it was just as hilarious. Yoichi glanced at the cute bottle of strawberry scented moisturizer that rolled away quietly then at Rin, breaking free effortlessly and switching their positions to be the one on top of him. “I thought we reached an agreement.”
“Did the agreement mention that I'm not allowed to put you in your place?” Rin bit into Yoichi's fingers, and Yoichi grunted, his grin brightening. Rin was so pretty up close. Still flushed, still covered in his come, his hair only slightly curled from the edges, his teal irises cloudy with poorly masked desire. Honest to god, the prettiest thing Yoichi had ever seen before. He scoffed, lowering his head to capture Rin's lower lip in between his and suck on it, his hands slipping under Rin's shirt. “Idiot. I'm in my fucking place”
Rin moaned a little, his body twitching under Yoichi's relentless touches. Tracing him as if discovering a lost city or a new continent. Cupping his slutty waist, fondling with his perky nipples, lowering his shorts and playing with the bow of his panties. They were pink, Yoichi seemed happy about that for some reason. Okay, way too happy. but Rin felt like that was the least of his worries. He didn't want it to stop, despite the scowl he struggled to keep on his face. It was an insult to his reputation and his facade that he was an omega in the first place, let alone wishing, begging for his so called rival to pleasure him, but fuck it felt so good. Rin was no traditional omega, barely one under the weight of all the suppressants and scent maskers he used all the fucking time, but the way Yoichi played with him made a part of his body give in. A part of his mind already made him imagine himself adhering to traditional omega roles. Carrying Yoichi's pups, taking care of his alpha and his children. He immediately scowled again, shaking his head at the imagination, but before the denial could settle in, his body shot up with a soft shiver when he felt Yoichi's fingers rub his clit.
“Nngh… Shuh… Shitty Isagi” he forced out, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red at the way Yoichi's slender fingers traveled from his swollen clit to the folds of his vagina, tracing them carefully and licking all the slick that coated them with a shit-eating grin. The alpha scent residing Rin's nose got stronger and it was almost dizzying. His body twitched at the sensation, tightening his hold on Yoichi's shirt, the only thing Yoichi was still wearing.
“Are you on birth control?”
Yoichi asked, so nonchalantly, as if he was asking about the weather. Rin could hardly grit out a response as another moan left him, but he craned his neck over, glaring at the alpha vehemently. “Yeah no shit, do you think I have enough– nghh… enough time… to fuck around with people like you?”
“So that's a no,” Yoichi nodded knowingly, and Rin thought he maybe imagined the smirk that crept on the striker's face. Yoichi felt another part of his earlier beliefs fade away. A good alpha, a good person. Whatever. Sorry, Iyo, perhaps you didn't raise your son like this. Yoichi brought his face closer to Rin's, breath brushing against Rin's lips, his deep blue eyes darkened. “My bad, I don't happen to have a condom on me. I can stop if you want me to.”
Rin's eyes darkened as well.
Bastard.
He moaned when he felt Yoichi hump between his legs, rock-hard cock teasing at his cunt. His breath was caught in his throat. This was his first time. Not his first heat, but arguably the strongest one, and this was his first time, holy shit. Was there any coming back now? He cursed Yoichi in every single language and dialect he could think of. The striker tilted his head, his eyes dark and his eyebrows raised in a sickeningly teasing anticipation. “You might not get pregnant from your first knot, you know.”
Just as smug as ever, Yoichi stretched his arm out to reach the bottle of moisturizer, sniffing it and furrowing his brows slightly before removing the lid. It was as soft and creamy as one would not expect from Rin, but Yoichi found himself double thinking either way. Rin loved doing yoga and closely watched over his own sleep hours and diet, going as far as noting all of them down in his stupid fitness and calorie apps, and Rin loved going on long shopping trips, walking gracefully through the stores and checking the price tags and fabrics with a cute, judgmental frown. Yoichi wouldn't have believed that if he hadn't seen it himself. Truly princess things to do. How could he not be smug?
“I doubt you'd get pregnant, but listen,” he continued, rubbing Rin's cunt with the cream, pushing his middle finger through every fold, attentively watching Rin's strangled moans. “Maybe carrying a pup will make you a better person. You can't be a snappy and mean mom to your beloved kids now, can you?”
“Assuming they're not your kids?” Rin's vehement glare was unmoving despite the throes of arousal that resounded through his body. He grunted a little when Yoichi humped into him again, slipping with more ease this time. “You're chickening out already? I can't… I can't let you impregnate me”
“What a bold assumption to make. I might be an egoist, but I'm not that evil,” Yoichi laughed, his chest feeling lighter and his mind feeling clearer the moment he pushed his cock in. Rin's breath hitched, his back arching at the unexpected sensation. Yoichi's gaze followed the little droplets of blood that then rolled down his length, speaking in a factual, smug tone. “You were a virgin this whole time, Rinrin.”
“This…” Rin's breath hitched again, his fingers twitching around Yoichi's shirt. He brought both legs over to the alpha's back, feeling the giggles tickling his skin. Yoichi seemed overjoyed, something more than that, straddling him and gradually sinking deeper inside his wet, delicious walls. Before Rin could speak, Yoichi placed his cream-covered fingers over his belly, his blue eyes growing unusually warmer, a gentle ocean. “Here. Our pups will grow here”
“Shitty Isagi.. You said I won't..” Rin managed out, his already slightly greasy hair starting to dampen with sweat as Yoichi slipped his cock out and pushed it back in. Who would've thought it felt like that. He didn't know, he had never known, but it felt good. He didn't feel like he was about to cry despite the little blood he saw earlier, instead, he was wriggling, searching for as much friction as he could find. Or at least until Yoichi picked up pace. Still just as pleasurable but somehow an even more unexpected sensation that made his eyes roll. Rin felt himself flutter like a rose blooming open, his omega relishing in the moment, his instincts springing forth despite his desperate attempt to remain the same, stoic striker he would usually be. “I won't… I'm not an omega.. No one should know.”
“I scented you, so you're practically my omega,” Yoichi breathed out in satisfaction, resting his hands on either side of Rin's waist, watching the way Rin's long underlashes fanned over his pinkish cheeks. He snapped his hips up, groaning in pleasure at the way Rin tightened around him, a tasty vice, one that made his every sense shiver and his cock feel like it was once again set on fire. God . Rin's walls twitched around it, trying to keep it in, trying to shape up into its form.
If humanly possible, Rin's scent was sweeter. Almost edible. The scent of an omega waiting to be bred and knocked up. The scent of an omega that was now Yoichi's.
Rin grunted, walls spasming as more slick dripped out of his cunt to lubricate Yoichi's thrusts, and Yoichi breathed in as he prodded against Rin's sensitive bundle of nerves. Rin was nearly crying, his waist and whole body twitching under Yoichi's touch, his back arching and his sweaty hair curling against the wall of Yoichi's room. He didn't know if having sex on the ground was a good idea, but the chilliness it brought over his hot skin was worth it. “Fuck.. Breed me, alpha.. your pups, alpha…”
“I'm going to breed you right now, okay?” Yoichi groaned gently, his climax nearing. Rin sat back up on the wall with his cloudy eyes shining in a possessive, angry tint, digging his nails into Yoichi's back and leaning closer into him, his cunt squelching. “Inside. Don't waste a single drop.. Nghh… Or I'm going to kill you”
Yoichi came with a final thrust, his thighs trembling against Rin's and his knot pushing its way in as the omega's eyes widened and his breath hitched. He leaned into Yoichi, his cunt spasming around Yoichi's cock as the alpha seed painted his walls and shot into the entrance of his womb, settling in with a gentle, trembling speed. Yoichi patted Rin's back, pressing kisses all over the omega's teary face. “Good job. You're a good boy, okay? You did well.”
“I'm risking myself because of you,” Rin's voice trembled slightly. He tugged at Yoichi's shirt, their warm, sweaty bodies entangled in passionate emotions of both satisfaction and anger. “If I get pregnant, my career will be over. It's none of your business what I do with this baby in the worst-case scenario, shitty Isagi. Don't tell anyone this happened.”
“I won't, I won't.” Yoichi reassured with a gentle tone, sniffing the omega's sweeter scent and kissing his scent glands. The corner of his lips curved up in a smirk.
Is being a good alpha worth it or not? He wondered.