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#sakuatsu
Day 04: "Your scent is killing me"
Written for: #hqomegaverseweek2022
⚠️ CW: Mpreg
"You smell."
Atsumu glared from where he lay curled on the sofa, a spark of irritation surging through his veins.
He'd painstakingly taken the trouble to cook up a hearty meal for his mate despite feeling unwell this morning, and that ungrateful bastard was giving him shit, the moment he stepped home from training?
Absolutely unforgivable.
Atsumu did not appreciate Sakusa's tone one bit.
"Well, hello to you too, Omi. Welcome home."
With pleasantries out of the way, Atsumu huffed, "And excuse me?"
The alpha removed his jacket and mask, sanitising his hands, inhaling sharply, before staring at Atsumu with a small frown.
"I said, you smell, Atsumu."
"Yeah? Yer a fucking doughnut! Yer stink too," Atsumu yelled, eyes watering.
He didn't understand why he was hurt by such simple words. There wasn't a need to be so defensive. Atsumu was sure he'd usually retort back with snark, but recently, his moods had taken another turn.
Maybe he did stink after all that cooking. He didn't have to yell at his alpha, who looked genuinely surprised and concerned by his outburst.
Guilt blanketed Atsumu.
Nose stuffy, tears blurred his vision.
"Look baby, I'm sorry," Sakusa murmured, striding over quickly to embrace his sniffling omega who melted in his hold instantly, "I just mean… You smell different. It's- Your scent's killing me."
Atsumu pouted, looking doubtful, teary eyes making Sakusa groan slightly.
There was definitely something different about his mate's scent, up close.
Burying his nose into Atsumu's scent gland, he took in deep, hungry inhales that left his sweatpants tenting.
His omega smelled sweeter, his usual honeyed peach pheromones now laced with a bewitching scent of vanilla and cream. It was driving the alpha in Sakusa nuts.
He wanted a taste. His mouth wouldn't stop watering. There was an ache building in his jaws to bite, mark and claim.
"Sweetheart, when was your last heat?" Sakusa growled lowly, resisting the urge to have his way with Atsumu, knowing how the latter didn't feel well this morning, and had skipped their usual volleyball practice.
Silence blanketed them, before there was a spike of pheromones in the air. It was a mix of excitement, unease and fear.
"Love? What's wrong?" Sakusa cooed softly, caressing Atsumu's cheek gingerly.
"... Omi, it didn't come," Atsumu whispered under a hitched breath, eyes gleaming, "My heat. 's been 2 months."
Sakusa froze. Connecting the dots from every minute change he had observed in his mate over the past few weeks, it gave him a sudden epiphany.
Holy shit.
Atsumu was pregnant.
"Test. We…we need you to take a pregnancy test," Sakusa mumbled, lower lip shaking from the rush of emotions coursing through his body.
Carrying his omega who was positively glowing, vibrating in excitement, to the toilet where they kept a stash of pregnancy test kits in the cabinet, the next ten minutes that passed were painfully arduous.
Pacing outside the toilet anxiously, Sakusa couldn't stop hope from flaring in him.
Truth be told, now that Atsumu and him were in their late twenties and had achieved their shared goal of playing and winning a gold medal at the Olympics, the pair were trying for a baby.
They were ready to take things slower and welcome a new addition to their family.
Atsumu would make a strong, beautiful parent to his pups.
"Kiyoomi."
Sakusa's train of thoughts came to a crashing halt.
Rubbing the gold band on his ring finger, he told himself that regardless of how the results turned out, he still loved Atsumu with all his heart and soul.
The omega standing right outside the toilet gave him a watery smile, holding up two pregnancy kits, both of which reflected two lines.
Sakusa blinked. Once. Twice. And again.
Pregnant. His omega was carrying his pups.
Sakusa exhaled the breath he hadn't realised he had been holding back, a quiet sob escaping his quivering lips.
Swallowing the knot forming at the back of his throat, he reached out to cradle his sobbing omega.
"I'm gonna be a daddy. For real. For real! " Sakusa laughed, choking up, "We're gonna be parents, Tsumu. We did it."
Atsumu beamed, snot running down his philtrum. He knew he probably looked awful considering how he had always been an ugly crier but Lord forbid-
he couldn't care one bit. He felt pretty fucking fantastic.
Even more so when Sakusa dragged their lips together urgently, holding him with so much care and tenderness that it actually hurt.
“I love you, Atsumu."
"As do I, Kiyoomi."
Where there is love, there is life.
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#sakuatsu #hqomegaverseweek2022
Day 5: Arranged Marriage / "You don't smell like me anymore"
alpha!omi & omega!atsu
Atsumu knows he's far from the perfect omega.
He's loud, he's brash, and he's huge and the complete opposite of delicate.
Still, he's the only omega of the family. And the only hope is for his family to succeed in the business world. And that's why had been chosen to be the sacrificial lamb offered to the Sakusa's to strengthen the Miya's influence as a new name in the business world.
He marries the Sakusa's youngest alpha, Kiyoomi. And Atsumu will admit that it's not a bad arrangement. Kiyoomi is a decent alpha, good-looking, and wealthy.
Despite his prickly personality, he's a kind person deep down.
He's also more capable at house chores than Atsumu is.
Kiyoomi does the cooking, the cleaning, and the providing as he goes to work for his family's company every day.
Atsumu feels useless, if he's being honest. What kind of omega is he?
They've been married for three months now and all Atsumu has done is lounge around in their new apartment. Sure, he works from home but he feels like that doesn't count.
Kiyoomi has been such a caring alpha that Atsumu wants to return the favor.
So one day after Kiyoomi leaves for work, Atsumu sneakily makes his way to his brother's restaurant.
He knocks on Osamu's office and asks him for simple home recipes, ones that easy enough to cook for a beginner like him.
After a few teases and jabs about being a "goody-two shoes omega", Osamu helps him.
He spends almost the entire day with Osamu, his alpha twin.
Atsumu earns scrapes on his hands as he learns to handle a knife. He gets splashed by boiling oil as he learns how to handle a knife. He gets splashed by boiling oil as he learns how to fry fish. He sheds tears from cutting onions.
And he goes home arms heavy with bags of groceries.
But it's all worth it, he thinks. Kiyoomi is worth it.
Once he gets home, he's just in time for him to be able to whip up his very first meal for Kiyoomi. He decides to go with something simple— as Osamu puts it, "something even middle schoolers can dom"
He takes out the ingredients, cuts them into pieces, and heats up the stove.
He's too busy following the instructions Osamu has written out for him to hear the door open and close upon his husband's arrival.
Atsumu almost drops his spatulas when he hears Kiyoomi's voice go "Atsu?"
"Holy shit," Atsumu curses— another trait frowned upon in most omegas.
He turns around to see Kiyoomi standing by the kitchen entrance. "Omi-kun, don't scare me like that."
"Sorry," he mutters.
He enters the kitchen sheepishly, trying to look over Atsumu's shoulder. "What are you doing?"
"Cooking," Atsumu says with a smile.
Kiyoomi looks at him confused. "Why?"
Atsumu huffs. "Because I'm trying to be a good omega to my alpha."
He turns his back to Kiyoomi to return to his cooking.
Suddenly, he feels a weight drop on his left shoulder and is surprised to see Kiyoomi nuzzling his nose to Atsumu's neck.
Atsumu flinches. "Omi-kun, what—"
Kiyoomi hums. "You don't smell like me anymore." There's a displeased growl underneath his statement which makes Atsumu's spine shiver (in fear or affection, he doesn't know).
Atsumu flushes as Kiyoomi starts to nip at his neck, very clearly scenting him. "I—uh—"
He stammers. "I was with Samu the whole day learning how to cook."
"You didn't have to," Kiyoomi says and Atsumu can't tell if he's appeased by it or not.
"But I wanted to," Atsumu argues. He cranes his neck slightly to Kiyoomi. "For you."
"But I don't want you smelling like anybody else," he mutters onto Atsumu's shoulder, wrapping his arms around Atsumu's waist.
Atsumu chuckles lightly, energy fading "I didn't even know ya've been scenting me all this time."
Kiyoomi shakes his head. "I haven't.
This is the first time I've done it."
"But then how—?"
"I've just been heavily scenting all the things you interact with in the house. It's not as effective as direct scenting though. Since it easily fades when you go outside."
Atsumu turns off the stove and turns around to face Kiyoomi, wrapping an arm around his neck. "Then why haven't ya scented me before?"
"I—" Kiyoomi hesitates. It's the first time Atsumu has seen him close to flustered. "I wanted to. For the longest time. But I didn't want you to be uncomfortable.
I want to respect your boundaries, as you've been doing with me."
Atsumu laughs, throwing his head back in the process. "Omi-kun, ya do know I'm a touchy guy, right? Yer more than welcome to touch me." Atsumu pauses, then adds, "For scenting or otherwise."
He winks.
Kiyoomi's scent spikes at the statement, pupils dilating. But he shakes his head. He clears his throat. "I wanted to court you properly first. That's why I've been cooking. I asked your brother for good courting gifts and he told me to just feed you good food."
That damn scrub, Atsumu thinks. He knew all along.
"Ya don't have to court me," Atsumu says. "We're already married." He pulls up his hand to show the golden band on his ring finger.
"True," Kiyoomi says. "But I still want to.
I don't want our marriage to be forged solely from a business deal. I want you to accept me as your alpha because you want to."
"But I do want ya, Kiyoomi." Atsumu smiles up at him reassuringly. This is the first time the two of them has talked about their arranged marriage ever since being wed.
It's the first time they're truly speaking to each other as husbands rather than merely two cohabitating adult men.
It's the first time Atsumu feels like he and Kiyoomi are connecting and properly seeing each other for the first time.
It makes Atsumu's heart feel warm and giddy. Like he was a teenager falling in love for the first time. It was stupid, but he can't help it.
All this time, Atsumu was wanted. Despite not being the perfect omega. And he was wanted by a perfect alpha, no less.
"I'm sorry if you felt like you weren't a good omega all this time," Kiyoomi tells him, his eyes shining with sincerity. "You are perfect." Kiyoomi takes Atsumu's hand and places a kiss on top of his wedding ring. "And I am so glad that you are mine."
Atsumu purrs, feeling a deeper kind of satisfaction running through his entire body. His inner omega is appeased and his insecurities are quelled.
"I'm yours."
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I finished 6/7 of haikyuu omegaverse week 2022 and put them in a series. I am planning on doing the last day (hopefully before the two week late submission window closes), which is day 6.
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Caramel
Read this masterpiece on AO3 at https://ift.tt/wTKSHUu
by zohee
HQOmegaverseweek2022 | Day 5 "You don't smell like me anymore"
Iwaizumi might have left Oikawa but it doesn't mean he let him go.
Words: 1127, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English
Series: Part 4 of Flavour of the Week
Fandoms: Haikyuu!!
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: M/M
Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime's Father
Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru
Additional Tags: Omega Iwaizumi Hajime, Alpha Oikawa Tooru, King Oikawa Tooru, Knight Iwaizumi Hajime, Angst, HQOmegaverseWeek2022, Minor Violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mating Cycles/In Heat
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/wTKSHUu
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#sakuatsu
Day 1: Possessiveness
Written for: #hqomegaverseweek2022
⚠️ CW: implied nsfw
For years, Atsumu had harboured feelings for a certain man with a dark set of curls. Paired with even darker onyx eyes that glinted under the bright lights of the volleyball court, the man of his affections was unfairly handsome.
Cheekbones seemingly sculpted by the hands of God, lithe limbs born from hard work and effort, and alabaster skin littered with the prettiest of constellations (his favourite being the two moles framing the right side of his forehead; double stars), to Atsumu, Sakusa Kiyoomi was a galaxy. A mystery, a dream and above all…
Untouchable.
Atsumu recalled his first meeting with the alpha during a training camp. Standing across the court at the end of a gruelling practice match with brows furrowed, the mild scent of bergamot and sandalwood seeped through scent blockers and sent Atsumu spiralling.
While Sakusa had recoiled the moment he struck his hand out for a handshake, choosing to stare at him with piercing eyes that only sent a heat down his belly and sent his omegan pheromones spiking, the dark haired alpha had taken a sharp, greedy inhale.
Nodding at him briefly, dark curls bouncing to frame his handsome features, Sakusa had put on a mask immediately after shuffling off to a corner of the court to cool down.
Unreadable.
Atsumu recalled how he could not contain the sheer joy and excitement surging through his veins when he first caught the familiar scent of bergamot and sandalwood wafting through the air.
Eyes shining at the sight of the alpha on the MSBY training courts, he was quick to holler and wave at Omi-kun, who had bulked up, grown taller and no longer slouched, standing to his full height.
Taking a few brief seconds to admire the alpha, Atsumu pranced over to welcome his teammate. He was eager to set to the dark haired alpha, pausing when Sakusa stared at him, gaze calculative and tentative.
Emotions Atsumu could not quite put a name to, filled those dark onyx orbs.
Unfathomable.
Atsumu was in an unfathomable situation. He couldn’t recall how he ended up in Sakusa’s living room, caged between the alpha and the couch. Soft lips pressing against his nape with a sense of urgency, leaving a trail of heat, Atsumu gripped onto the hem of Sakusa’s jacket, panting, the beginnings of slick running down the back of his thighs.
"Mine," Sakusa growled.
Atsumu had gone to practice as usual, bantering with his fellow teammates, Bokuto and Hinata. Laughing at a joke the former made, the omega had paid little to no attention to the arm of corded muscles slung over his shoulder.
Yelping when Meian joined them in on the fun banter and slapped his lower back, it was then Atsumu had felt it- a heated stare burning holes into his back.
“You guys are awfully close,” A low, husky voice sounded.
It stirred something in Atsumu’s belly.
Turning to meet Sakusa’s eyes, Atsumu had felt a spark run down his spine. It burned, seared and left a fire in its wake. Was Sakusa upset? Angry? Jealous?
“Omi-”
“Miya, will you… come over to my place after practice? I want to… Speak to you,” Sakusa spoke coolly, the fire in his eyes burning bright, betraying whatever calm he was holding on to.
Atsumu had held a breath back, heart racing in his chest.
"I'll be there."
If that was how Atsumu's feet wound up entering Sakusa's den without so much of a doubt that he wouldn't leave the same way he entered, the omega lavished in how he was currently pinned under the alpha who lapped at this scent glands hungrily.
Possessively.
Like an alpha driven by pure instinct to mark what belonged to him.
Atsumu preened, purring at the attention from the alpha whom he'd been pining for, for years. Aman with a dark set of curls, paired with even darker onyx eyes that left a fire in its wake, staring ever so intently, fondly and yearningly.
An alpha he so desired to call his. An alpha he wanted to bear a bite; a mating bond on his nape for, for the rest of his life. An alpha by the name of Sakusa Kiyoomi.
"Omi-"
Every urgent press of lips on uncovered skin Sakusa could mark, left Atsumu whimpering in approval, bucking his hips to quell the fire and want, building inside him.
"Omi-” Atsumu murmured, latching onto Sakusa, who sucked onto his scent glands in reply, pulling the omega into his lap, "A- alpha."
A soft groan rumbled from Sakusa's throat.
"Mine."
A fresh pool of slick gathered under Atsumu at those words. Sakusa's nostrils flared, the grip on child-bearing hips tightening.
“Yours," Atsumu whispered, watching the alpha's pupils dilate, "Make me yours, alpha."
(And Sakusa Kiyoomi did.)
Turning up for practice three days later, Atsumu stood proudly beside Sakusa, who had an arm wrapped securely around his waist.
Adorning a bite on the back of their napes- it was a mating bond that would bind them together for the rest of their lives. A claim on one another, as an alpha and an omega pair.
Forever yours, eternally mine.
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#ushioi #iwaoi (slight) Viking au
Day 04: Scenting
Written for: #hqomegaverseweek2022
“Tooru, you are to be wedded to Ushijima Wakatoshi from Shiratorizawa.”
The moment these words left his father's lips with finality and no room for any argument, Oikawa's heart sank.
Gazing forlornly at the knight whom he had called his childhood sweetheart since he first learnt what love was, Oikawa felt as though acid was being poured down his throat when Iwaizumi looked away, refusing to meet his gaze.
Oikawa's pheromones turned bitter. Sour.
He had confessed to Iwaizumi, but the knight had never reciprocated his feelings.
So that was it? Years of loving the beta knight with every fibre of his being, only to have it washed down the drain, and have his entirety presented on a silver platter, to someone else who wasn't Iwa-chan? A Viking? A barbarian? A blood thirsty ruler?
What did a warhead know of love?
Oikawa glared at the alpha from the Shiratorizawa clan he was to be wedded to.
Undoubtedly charming, Ushijima Wakatoshi was an alpha with tan skin, a strong, broad built and olive eyes that glistened with emotions.
But there wasn't an ounce of love in his heart, for this man he'd just met.
Standing up to his feet, Oikawa ignored the protests coming from his stepmother who motioned him to stop making a scene.
He stared at Ushijima tentatively, a rage he couldn't quell bubbling under the surface of his skin.
"I challenge you to a duel, Ushiwaka," Oikawa spoke calmly, unsheathing his sword clad by his side.
Ignoring the gasps coming from his family, members of the Shiratorizawa clan, and how Iwaizumi whipped his head over in utter shock, Oikawa sneered at the alpha.
He refused to go down without a fight. Love was everything worth fighting for.
He wanted one more chance to profess his love for Iwaizumi. If the beta declined, they would remain as friends. If he died in the hands of a Viking, a barbarian, a man he didn't love, so be it.
A look of curiosity, ponder and keen interest filled olive eyes. A condescending smirk appeared on Ushijima's lips.
Alpha pheromones that of cedar and sandalwood wafted through the air. It wasn't overpowering, but deep, masculine, and sultry.
It almost made Oikawa weak in the knees, but he would never admit it.
"Fascinating. You do not cease to amaze me, Oikawa Tooru," Ushijima murmured, rising up from where he had been seated, "The terms?"
Oikawa's eyes gleamed. This was it.
"If I win, I want our marriage called off."
Ushijima chuckled, visibly amused. Retrieving his sword from his right hand man, anger coursed through his veins at the belittlement the alpha dared perceive.
"And if you lose? What will you give me in return?"
Oikawa smiled. It was a smile that didn't meet his eyes.
"I won't lose. Not against the likes of someone like you," he hissed.
Ushijima hummed, a firm line set on his lips, "I will come victorious, Oikawa. When I win, I will have your hand in marriage. I will take you home into my den, love, treasure and cherish you. I will claim you as my omega."
Heat flared in Oikawa's belly. He couldn't pinpoint if it was from the challenge and stakes on hold, or the fact that Ushijima's pheromones had gotten stronger.
*
The duel took place on palace grounds. Against an experienced Viking who had been on the front line of battles and wars, Oikawa put up a surprisingly strong and formidable fight.
For someone so lean and an omega to boot, Oikawa used his dexterity, agility and wit to his advantage.
Yet, that didn't stop his sword from clambering to the ground with a loud clang.
Finding himself kneeling on his knees, staring at the pointed edge of Ushijima's blade, Oikawa had been defeated.
That didn't mean that the fire of adamance and refusal to submit had been put out. His eyes continued to burn bright, amidst the look in Ushijima's eyes.
He looked hungry. Starved. Nearly Feral.
"Mine," the alpha bellowed loudly, shutting up the cheers coming from the crowd who had been watching their duel. (Iwaizumi had not been present.)
Tossing his sword out of reach, Ushijima tugged the omega up into a firm, possessive embrace, before burrowing his nose into Oikawa's scent glands, inhaling the minty freshness paired with white tea, greedily.
"You smell like a breath of fresh air, Oikawa," the alpha groaned, licking a wet stripe at the swollen gland for good measure.
Oikawa refused to meet his gaze, shuddering at the touch. The loss and defeat clearly upset him, but he was not one to go back against his words.
Accepting that his fate had been sealed, the omega felt something in him awaken for the very first time, when Ushijima's wrists rubbed against his scent glands.
The calming aroma of cedar and sandalwood filled his nostrils. It left the omega in Oikawa almost delirious.
Was this… scenting?
Purring instinctively, Oikawa should not have found the look of amusement, glee and adoration shining in olive eyes somewhat endearing, considering how the alpha before him was a Viking and barbarian, but Oikawa found himself liking this.
Perhaps more than he should've.
This strange, intimate ritual of scenting was something he had never gotten to experience after his mother passed.
It made him feel wanted for the very first time in his life. Safe. Protected.
Was this what it was like for an omega to be touched by an alpha? Scented? Marked?
If so, he'd really been missing out.
Oikawa allowed himself to be lifted up by strong arms and carried to a horse, where his back remained pressed to a strong, sturdy chest, listening to the steady, resounding heartbeat of the alpha he would now call his husband.
While he grieved that he wouldn't be able to confess to Iwaizumi again, a part of him told him that perhaps, giving Ushijima, a chance at love, wasn't too bad. Especially when cedar and sandalwood blanketed him safely.
After all, no one falls in love by choice, but by chance.
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#sakuatsu
Day 05: Feral Behavior
Written for: #hqomegaverseweek2022
⚠️ CW: nsfw | terms like cunt are used
Animalistic. Bestial. Carnal.
There was no tenderness in the way Sakusa impaled the squirming omega on his thick, girthy, shaft. Hands latching onto child-bearing hips in a bruising grip, sharp claws dug into soft, supple flesh.
The alpha snarled, bloodied jaws sinking into an unblemished shoulder, to marr the pretty thing rocking in his lap, mewling sweetly, clenching and milking his cock with his tight, soaking cunt.
“Good omega, so perfect for me,” Sakusa growled, pupils dilating, sinking his swelling knot into the slick wetness, “Take my knot, sweetheart.”
Atsumu keened, toes curling. Blabbering incoherently about how full he was and how good his alpha was filling him, his tongue lolled out in weak, broken cries. Hands scrambling for some form of purchase, a shrill scream left his parted lips when Sakusa bore his weight down, forcing his knees over his shoulders.
Slipping impossibly deeper, Atsumu could almost feel the head of the alpha’s cock kiss his womb.
Back arching, the omega's cock dribbled on his toned belly uselessly. Sakusa licked at the wound on his shoulder, lips brushing against his swollen scent glands, teeth gnawing at them, a promise of what was to come.
“Bite, please,”Atsumu wailed, baring his neck in submission.
Sharp incisors buried themselves in his scent glands, as did the alpha's knot plug him in place. Nothing prepared Atsumu for the sharp pain. He wailed, the omega in him coaxing him, guiding him to sink his teeth into his alpha's scent glands in return.
Vision flashing white, Atsumu's nails dug into Sakusa's shoulders, raking down his broad back. Clamping down onto his alpha's knot, he milked his mate of his cum.
The fine line between pain and pleasure blurred.
Only the rough pad of Sakusa's tongue licking wet stripes against his bond mark with a throaty growl kept Atsumu from passing out.
*
It had started as a chase. Followed by a hunt.
Every month, when the full moon rose, it signalled a new cycle of heat and ruts. It also called for the predatory instinct in Atsumu to stir, leaving his house in hopes to attract a potential mate.
Finding himself wandering through the lushness of the forest, Atsumu froze when he felt not just one, but multiple pairs of eyes watching his every move, simply waiting to strike on the unmated omega in heat.
A rush of adrenaline had surged through Atsumu's veins, before he started sprinting.
All but a pair of feet followed after him, the pheromones of a feral, prime alpha driving away other alphas who cowered in fear.
Slick trickling down the back of Atsumu's thighs, his omega was well pleased that he'd caught the attention of such a strong alpha.
"Catch me if you can," he grinned, eyes gleaming cheekily.
The growl coming from the handsome alpha running after him was much closer than he'd anticipated.
"I can, and I will."
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#sakuatsu FoxTsumu x PantherOmi
Day 03: Hybrids | Knotting
Written for: #hqomegaverseweek2022
⚠️ CW: nsfw
A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky. It was followed by deafening claps of thunder that left Atsumu flinching, ears flattened, grip on his alpha's hoodie knuckle white.
Huddled together by their fireplace on a dark, stormy afternoon, Sakusa pushed his reading glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose, and flipped through the next page of his book.
It was getting interesting.
Pausing only when another loud rumble of thunder had the omega curled in his lap trembling, head nuzzling into his abdomen to find some form of comfort, Sakusa huffed fondly, tail flicking to entwine with Atsumu's bushy one.
Atsumu had always been afraid of thunderstorms since they first met.
The heavy downpour dampened his cheerful liveliness and the roaring thunder often left him quaking, taking shelter in their nest consisting of comforters, blankets and Sakusa's clothes piled together.
Washing away the excited scampering of paws whenever Atsumu shifted to his fox form on bright sunny days to bask in the sun, the bleak thunderstorm on this particular day made Atsumu scared and visibly upset.
They had planned to spend their day off from practice to a nearby park for a picnic.
Plans ruined, it ultimately led to Atsumu curling into a quivering ball when the rain only came down stronger, with no signs of letting up.
It didn't have to stay that way.
Determined to coax Atsumu into a better mood and distract him from the heavy rain pelting against their windows, Sakusa shut the hardcover of his book after making a small note where he'd stopped, and removed his glasses.
Resting a hand on Atsumu's head, he ruffled soft blonde tufts, inhaling the sweet scent of peaches coming from his omega, and smiled softly when the fox hybrid relaxed instantaneously, melting into purrs of content.
He smelt so sweet, it was delectable-
the alpha found himself salivating, teeth itching to bite, mark and claim.
Ah. Sakusa hadn't realized how close Atsumu was to his heat.
Smelling sweeter and riper than usual, the panther hybrid had been wondering why the omega was more restless and clingy than usual.
Rubbing one of Atsumu's twitching ears for good fun, Sakusa snickered when the fox hybrid's whimper morphed into a soft, breathy moan.
"Sweetheart?"
Atsumu hummed, peeking up from where he remained in a curled ball.
"Would you like me to cuddle you?" Sakusa murmured lovingly, cupping his omega's cheek.
Excited chitters filled the room.
Huffing in amusement when the fox hybrid straightened up with his arms outstretched, pleased at the attention he was getting from his alpha, Sakusa tugged Atsumu into his chest, and ran large palms down the small of his back.
Pressing kisses to where his teeth had sunk into scent glands by Atsumu's nape, marking them for life, the panther hybrid ignored when his omega started to tremble in his hold for other reasons entirely, undulating his hips, grinding down on Sakusa's lap.
The enticing scent of slick wafted through the air.
Being the ever indulgent mate who wanted to distract Atsumu from another series of booming thunder, Sakusa ridded them of their clothes, groaning when Atsumu clambered back onto his lap immediately, thighs parted, cock dribbling against his belly.
Cute.
“Wanna ride you, Omi," Atsumu mumbled, gaze heavy, fixated intently on the thick, imposing length of Sakusa's cock.
The panther hybrid growled in approval, resting his palms on Atsumu's hips.
Guiding the fox hybrid who was dripping hot, honeyed slick down his girth, Sakusa groaned when the head of his cock caught the wet rim, slipping into dripping walls with little to no resistance.
They clenched down greedily on every inch that sank into Atsumu.
Sakusa groaned lowly, tail wrapping around Atsumu's wrist, watching how his omega fell apart on his cock- back arching, toned muscles from years of volleyball training flexing, hazel eyes a molten gold, rolling to the back of his head.
The panther hybrid was well pleased, and he wasn't afraid to show it.
Thrusting his hips up until his pelvic bone kissed Atsumu's toned ass, Sakusa grunted when he felt the beginnings of a knot forming by the base of his cock.
“So good for me, love," Sakusa murmured, grip on the fox hybrid's hips tightening.
Teeth scraped against his shoulder in response and claws ran down his upper back, but nothing compared to the resounding keen that rang louder than the thunder outside their apartment, and the full body shudder that raked through the Atsumu, who lifted his hips and dropped down, bouncing on Sakusa's cock as he chased after his pleasure with ears tucked back.
"Omi," Atsumu slurred, canting his hips, whining at how Sakusa's knot was swelling steadily with every thrust, "Knot. Want ya knot, alpha.”
Who was Sakusa to say no to his mate?
Taking in the sight of his omega squirming on his cock, cumming untouched with a cry, body convulsing, the panther hybrid was satisfied knowing that Atsumu had found his pleasure.
He knew better than anyone though, that the fox hybrid was only truly satisfied, once he was filled with cum, knotted and bred.
True to his words, broken pleas that only stirred the fire raging in Sakusa's veins, emitted from parted lips.
"Inside, inside, inside," Atsumu panted, imploring with wet lashes, matted hair sticking to where perspiration beaded his forehead, “Knot, Omi, p..please-”
Sakusa groaned. His omega was the epitome of beauty. Sheer perfection.
Fondness and adoration for the fox hybrid blanketed him momentarily, before arousal and the desire to mark what was his, clouded his rationality.
Atsumu looked so pretty- cock filling up again, whimpering, hips stuttering.
“I'll always give you anything you ask for, Tsumu. Everything," Sakusa promised gravelly, dragging his omega's hips close with a possessive growl, "Cum on my knot, sweetheart. Squirt on my cock. I'll breed you full of pups, love."
Knot working its way fully into the tight channel enveloping him, Atsumu's second orgasm rendered him breathless, air ripped from his heaving chest.
A scream of Sakusa's name dying in his throat, clear liquid spurted between their abdomens.
"Good boy," Sakusa groaned, pumping his omega full of his seed, relishing in how Atsumu milked his cock obediently.
Teeth sinking into tan flesh until they drew blood, Sakusa grunted when Atsumu did the same, tongue lapping at blood from the bond mark he'd left on Sakusa a year ago during their first coupling.
"Omi," Atsumu whispered, tail swishing behind him.
Sakusa hummed, pressing chaste kisses while they remained knotted.
"... It stopped raining."
Staring at his omega who was positively beaming, Sakusa couldn't help the tender smile tugging on his lips.
Looks like the distraction worked well, alright.
If anything, it couldn't go any better when Atsumu insisted on dragging the panther hybrid into their nest, tumbling into soft sheets, presenting his gaping hole where cum and fresh slick from their coupling, dribbled down his inner thighs enticingly.
"Fancy another round, alpha?" Atsumu, the little vixen, purred.
Who was Sakusa to say no?
#sakuatsu#haikyuu!!#hq writing#hq omegaverse#hqomegaverseweek2022#hq oneshot#hq smut#hybrid au#FoxTsumu
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#ushioi
Day 01: Fated Mates
Written for: #hqomegaverseweek2022
⚠️ CW: angst | character death
It shouldn't have hurt so much- but to say it was anguish, would be an understatement. Broken sobs and shattered cries left Oikawa's heaving chest.
This couldn't be it. Wakatoshi had to be pulling a horrible prank on him-
Lying eerily still on the hospital bed, gone was the tan alpha, who'd brought color into his life. Gone was his fated mate, Ushijima Wkatoshi. Gone was his world, his mate, his alpha.
Oikawa buried his face into his alpha's chest, tears, a never ending stream.
Resting a quivering palm on Ushijima's hand, the omega implored every living God to have mercy and bring back the man he'd come to love with all his heart.
The man who'd brought color into his world across the court. The man who'd shoved him away from a speeding car and given his life up for.
Ushijima's hand remained ice cold.
Oikawa didn't register the scream of agony leaving him, amidst his stifled cries.
Hadn't they promised to spend the rest of their lives together as mates? Hadn't they promised to fly across the world, taking in the sights bursting full of colour since they met one another as fated mates?
Oikawa thumped on the chest of his mate that had gone still.
The monitor showed all but a flat line. His world had delved back into monotony. Melancholic monochromes. Dark, inky shades of black and grey.
Wakatoshi was gone.
Oikawa howled at the loss of his partner. His fated mate. His alpha.
(His cry echoed down the hospital hall.)
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#osasuna
Day 05: Feral behavior
Written for: #hqomegaverseweek2022
⚠️ CW: nsfw | bitching
When Atsumu first came up with the ingenious idea of dragging his sorry ass to a dimly-lit pub right down the corner of a block after dinner, Osamu had been quick to reject his twin brother entirely. Knowing Atsumu would slither away into the lap of his mate, Sakusa Kiyoomi, was one thing.
After hearing that it was a gathering for volleyballers in the V league, having stopped volleyball in high school to embrace his culinary dreams, Osamu found it awkward if he were to be present.
While catching up with some players in the V league he considered friends was nice, there was a certain dark haired alpha he wanted to avoid at any cost.
Suna Rintarou- The reason for his demise and how Osamu wasn't able to get over the way Suna had shown him what it was like to ‘get wrecked’ and 'have his back blown out'.
Simply put, back when he was 20, Suna had shown him how good it felt to be an alpha being bitched.
Now Osamu was by no means a masochist. (At least he didn't peg himself to be one.) He wasn't submissive by nature.
Born as an alpha, he'd been hard wired to find an omega as his pair, before settling down, but something had gone seriously wrong with the way he was wired. He couldn't pop a knot fucking a slick, wet omega.
The first time he decided to leave a bar with another alpha, it proved to be an eye opener. But a good experience? Osamu begged to differ.
He wasn't a stranger to sleeping around or one night stands. While it took the edge off, Osamu never found it satisfying. Every fuck left him empty and even emptier when those alphas he'd been with, only cared about chasing after their own pleasures.
Every alpha, except Suna.
Suna had touched him with purpose, worshipping every part of his body, sending every part of his flesh jolting, like live wire. Large palms had circled around his waist, dragging his hips down a cock- thick, girthy and long.
Murmuring praises that sounded ridiculously hot in a silky smooth voice, Suna had made him cum on his cock with even more whispers of adoration, dragging out the pleasure in a long, torturous session, before finally giving him what he wanted- his knot.
Osamu hadn't been able to forget what being with the older, experienced alpha was like.
"Come on 'Samu, join us!"
"No."
Speed walking back to the train station and ignoring the petulant whining, complaints and insults for being ‘too uptight, rigid and in desperate need for a good lay’ coming from Atsumu, where Osamu finally caved in was when he met his twin's honey orbs glazed over with tears.
“I just want to have a drink with yer,” Atsumu mumbled sullenly, choking up on (crocodile) tears, “We haven't seen each other since you've been so busy with Onigiri Miya’s franchise opening. The rest of the team’s here too- Sakusa, Bokuto, Hinata, MSBY, even the Adlers’. We booked the place in advance to celebrate the end of a season. Come on, ‘Samu, it'll be fun. Everyone wants to see how yer doing. ”
Osamu sighed begrudgingly, relenting.
What were the odds that he'd meet someone he had been avoiding for the past 2 years?
Dragged into the dimly lit pub, the loud clinking of glasses, dance music and cheering could be heard.
“Tsum Tsum and Samu’s here!” Bokuto hollered, upon noticing their entry.
Osamu found himself smiling at the warm welcome and nodded at the players mingling at different tables, drinking. Spotting Kuroo, Kenma and Akaashi, he relaxed, settling amongst them. It was relieving when Kita and Aran came around and they delved into a catch up session.
It felt good talking to everyone at the bar, but Osamu should've known better that his paths with a certain alpha, were bound to cross.
Looking up from the rim of his shot glass, the familiar sight of a dark haired male standing by the entrance of the bar, made him go still. The look of interest and hunger in sultry fox-like eyes brought back Osamu's memories of being pinned under the punishing snap of hips, all too quickly.
The scent of mint and cherries filled Osamu's lungs. Taking a deep, shuddering inhale, his eyelashes fluttered shut as a full body shiver raked across his body.
“Osamu, you okay?"
The hand that rested on his lower back left as soon as a threatening growl and snarl emitted from parted lips that had kissed and worshipped every inch of his skin once.
"Don't fucking touch him."
A firm grip wrapped around Osamu's wrist, tugging him up forcefully, and out of the pub that had gone painfully silent, before going back to its initial volume. It was like they hadn't left in the first place. There was a strange serenity in being the only two people standing in the middle of a small alley.
Smelling the potent scent of Suna's pheromones up close, Osamu was a jittery mess. It didn't help that the grip on his wrist had yet to slacken.
Instead, the older alpha rubbed his wrists against that his scent glands.
Oh. This was it-
Osamu melted, jaws aching, saliva pooling in his mouth. He had missed this. The touch of an alpha older, more experienced, and knew what he was doing.
A knowing chuckle rumbled from Suna's chest.
"I've missed you, sweetheart," the dark haired alpha murmured lowly against his ear, dragging his hands down Osamu's sides, counting every rib, before resting his palms on his hips.
Osamu's breath hitched in his throat at the raw emotion laced in Suna's voice.
It sounded hoarse, near feral. Daring to look into misty grey eyes with flecks of olive greens and fine, rich molten gold, Osamu could only tremble from the sheer intensity and passion raging like a storm in Suna's eyes.
"I-"
"What do I need to do to keep you by my side, Osamu?" Suna spoke in an undertone, tugging him closer.
Their lips brushed against one another's. Osamu was positively weak in the knees, only held by the unyielding hold the taller alpha had on him. He found himself incapable of any words, but he wanted this. Whatever it was.
"Tell me, Osamu," The taller alpha gritted out, grip growing tighter.
It hurt, in a good way.
Osamu leant in, closing the distance. He was done running. He didn't want to run away from what he wanted. Desired. Yearned.
Even if it meant going against his nature as an alpha.
"Please, Rintarou."
"I'll take care of you for the rest of my life, sweetheart."
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#sakuatsu
Day 02: Mating Bites | “Fuck me already”
Written for: #hqomegaverseweek2022
⚠️ CW: nsfw
"Behave."
It was a simple command, but all it took for Atsumu's knees to buckle under his weight.
Looking up from where he knelt, he met Sakusa's dark onyx eyes brimming with want, desire and lust.
He found himself tearing his gaze away, heat coloring his cheeks, unable to face the fervent hunger brooding in those orbs.
How long had he yearned for Sakusa to look at him in this light?
Body quivering, Atsumu watched the alpha stride towards him purposefully with a confident air of poise, power. Every living cell in his body was telling him to present on his fours, but he was under Sakusa’s alpha command.
Amidst the anticipation, blood surging through his veins and heart hammering against his chest, there was a wave of calm from the rich, intoxicating pheromones of sandalwood and bergamot, and Sakusa’s touch- long, dexterous fingers weaving through his hair gently.
The calm did not last for long.
Not when the grip in his hair suddenly tightened, and his head was yanked back. Not when Sakusa leaned into his ear and whispered ‘mine’ possessively. Not when teeth sank into the juncture of his shoulder, just shy of his mating glands, a promise of what was to come.
A cry that sounded more like a long, drawn out whine emitted from Atsumu’s parted lips.
"Omi-"
"Be quiet," Sakusa spoke lowly, inhaling the sweet scent of the omega’s pheromones- peaches with a hint of cinnamon, lips curving into a knowing smile when Atsumu’s petulant whine fell short, fingernails digging into the flesh of his palms.
Forced to swallow his words and meet the intensity of Sakusa's stare, heat pooled in his belly. A wet trail of slick leaked down his thighs. Atsumu knew he wanted this- to be taken apart by the alpha before him. Mated, bonded, bred.
Sakusa was the only alpha he'd wanted.
Atsumu had mustered the courage to ask Sakusa out on dates. Beamed when the alpha agreed begrudgingly, ears red in embarrassment. He had gone as far as to tease the dark haired alpha on the court and behind closed doors.
When all else failed, Atsumu appeared by the alpha’s doorway during his heat leave, preheat consuming him, tears clinging to his lashes.
A part of him always feared that Sakusa found him unattractive- he was the unconventional omega. Brash, confident, tall and strong, Atsumu possessed none of that sweetness and gentleness regular omegas did. Maybe that was why the alpha never caved into his advances.
On this occasion however, he found some success-
Sakusa had dragged him into his den with a sense of urgency upon seeing Atsumu all teary eyed, smelling sweeter than nectar. Dripping between his thighs, an umated omega in heat, served on a silver platter for an alpha to take.
Atsumu was oblivious to how the alpha had long felt about him. An equally hungry desire to take, mark and breed, Sakusa had only held back in fear that it wasn't the right time.
Not that it mattered anymore.
Not when there was the omega of his dreams right in front of him, smelling sweet and ripe for the taking.
"Already?" Sakusa teased, nostrils flaring at the scent of sweet slick pooling between parted knees.
Releasing his grip to rub Atsumu's cheek, a burst of affection shot through his chest when the omega bit his lower lip, looking slightly coy, before nodding. Leaning into Sakusa’s touch, Atsumu allowed a finger, followed by two, to delve into the wet heat of his mouth.
Fighting back his gag reflex, he swallowed around the slick digits obediently, eyelashes fluttering shut.
"Good boy," Sakusa murmured fondly, chest rumbling.
Fingers curling, pushing deeper into the tight heat of Atsumu’s throat, a sense of gratification surging through his veins at the sight of the pretty, docile, blonde kneeling before him.
"So honest. Tell me what you want, sweetheart. Alpha will give it to you."
Atsumu's eyes sparkled, clarity amidst the haze of his heat. He smirked slyly, staring up at the alpha he'd been chasing after for years.
"Fuck me already. I've waited long enough, don't you think? Wouldn't want another alpha to get their hands on me."
Sakusa growled, eyes darkening at the challenge.
"Don't test me, Atsumu. I won't just fuck you. I'll take my time with you. Mark you, fill you up with my cum and breed you full of my pups. You're mine."
A whimper of approval tumbled out of Atsumu's chest.
Eyes glazing over, his heat took reins. Atsumu presented on his fours for his alpha's taking.
And Sakusa did more than take, teeth sinking into the back of Atsumu's nape, sheathing himself into his omega's wet heat with a low, pleased growl.
"Mine."
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I have an AO3 where I write Haikyuu fanfics. Currently 5/7 for HQ Omegaverse Week 2022 (working on the last two!)
#fanfic#fanfiction#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#haikyuu fanfiction#ao3#hqomegaverseweek2022#omegaverse#a/b/o dynamics
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