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#NSFWSktsWeek2023 “Look at me. Keep your eyes on me” omegaverse, a!Atsumu, o!Sakusa, first heat, public sex, voyeurism, nsfw

It was somewhat rare to see omegas on alpha dominated teams.

Not because they were any less capable on the court or some bullshit like that, but because omega’s had a hard time drawing comfort or stability from an opposing gender.

So, when Coach Foster announced that Sakusa Kiyoomi would be joining their team, it was a little surprising.

They were all alphas, every single one of them, until now.

Now they had a sweet smelling omega in their dorm, ruling the common space with iron fist and a scowling face.

They took to him like a fish to water.

It was hard not to dote on such an important member of their team.

Sakusa was happy to provide scented items for ruts.

He was the center of their nesting piles.

He couldn’t cook worth a shit, but he always thanked them for cooking him meals. Nothing like an omega satisfied after a good meal to pump up the ego.

And he provided a central focus for them all.

There was no in fighting, no posturing, and no vying for his attention.

Just because he was an omega, didn’t mean he was an object.

Yes, any one of them would come to his defense if that’s what it came to.

For example, that nosey reporter that tried to insinuate that Sakusa had made it onto the team with anything less than his talent was quickly scared into submission.

Or if any grimy gazes lingered on his body during team outings, well, that was quickly rectified too.

They were pack, and the pack always came first.

Which was why, when Sakusa fully bloomed, quaking the floor of the locker room, heat pheromones seeping into the air. None of them moved.

They’d known this day would come.

Had discussed it as clinically and respectfully as they could just to make sure that Sakusa would be comfortable in case the time ever came.

Because yes, Sakusa was an omega. He’d presented at age fourteen, just as normally as any other pre-pubescent teen, but in terms of heat,

he was a very late bloomer.

Maybe it would never come his doctor had warned, but it was here, raging though Sakusa’s body with obvious pain.

For Atsumu, the urge to go to him, scoop him up, and offer his scent like a balm was nearly knee-buckling.

He knew everyone else was feeling it too.

This was their omega. Not by right, but by pack.

But there was also the singular truth. It was Sakusa’s right to choose.

One of them or none of them if that’s what he wanted.

Sakusa’s hand reached out, arm shaking and eyes wet with tears as he begged for one person.

“Atsumu, alpha, please.”

Atsumu.

That was Atsumu’s name. Sakusa had chosen him.

The knowledge was earth shaking, freezing him in place until Hinata nudged him.

“He needs you,” Meian spoke, no jealousy in his tone

Yes, they all wanted him, but they’d seen Sakusa’s lingering glances

This may be surprising to Atsumu, but it wasn’t to them.

Atsumu pulled Sakusa into his arms, leading the omega to his scent gland and clutching him close.

“S’okay Omi, I’m here, I’m gonna take care of ya,”

“Please, please, please,” Sakusa chanted, ripping at Atsumu’s clothes like they were a personal offense to him.

He was lost to the heat, eyes hazy lost to a single minded focus. Cock, knot, cum.

Until Atsumu gave him at least one of those things, Sakusa would remain under, lost to the control of his inner omega.

Here, they’d have to do it here. Under the watchful eye of the pack, just as Sakusa had agreed to.

The other members of the pack would watch over their joining, making sure that Sakusa’s needs were being met and that Atsumu was doing his duty as an alpha.

If he lacked in any way, any one of them would hold the right to challenge.

It was an old practice, and perhaps an unnecessary one, but every single one of their inner alphas, and even Sakusa’s inner omega demanded the practice.

Such was the way of a pack as close as theirs.

Still, Atsumu wanted to keep some parts of Sakusa to himself.

Not his body, because there was strength and pride in one’s body, but his expressions, Atsumu had a right to keep those to himself.

He didn’t move Sakusa into the mounting position once they were naked.

The tiled floors would be too unforgiving and he knew how much the omega would hate further conatct with such a dirty place.

Instead, he seated Sakusa in his lap, legs folded over the alpha’s hips so that it gave the other alphas in the room his back.

Atsumu was strong enough that he could make this position work. The added strain on his arms was nothing compared to the view he got.

Sakusa, tipping his head back with a gasp as Atsumu filled him up for the first time.

The way he cried and trembled as he was finally filled, and the clarity that swam back into his eyes as his inner omega took a back seat.

“Atsumu,” he gasped, reverent and pleased.

“Yeah Omi, I’m right here,”

Then Atsumu felt him tense, no doubt feeling all of the stares on them both.

It was one thing to agree to this, another to be immune to embarrassment.

His omega was uncomfortable, and Atsumu didn’t like that one bit, “Omi, hey,” he waited until Sakusa’s attention was on him

and he held his gaze as he said, “Look at me. Keep your eyes on me. Just us, right?”

Maybe the team was here physically, but this moment was about them. About the next stage of their relationship and the love they could build together now that their feelings were out in the open

“Just us,” Sakusa repeated, falling into him so they could kiss for the very first time.

It was rushed after that. The sound of their slapping skin intermingling with the harsh breathing from many mouths reverburing in the echo chamber of tile.

“Alpha!” Sakusa cried, teetering so closely to the precipice, but needing a knot to fall over.

“I got ya Omi,” Atsumu promised, “I got ya,” then he was spilling, hips kicking up into Sakusa until he was locked inside, pumping Sakusa full of all the cum he’d begged for.

Sakusa’s orgasm was more of a sigh than it was a scream, satisfaction curling into every bone as he slumped into Atsumu’s chest.

One by one, everyone filtered out, whispered promises of food, refreshment, and soft blankets upon their return.

For Sakusa, being surrounded by his most trusted people and his potential mate would give him all the comfort he needed until the next wave hit and he and Atsumu could lock themselves away in his room.

MSBY thought they were lucky to have an amazing omega on their team, but Sakusa finally had a home, so it really was a fair trade.