#im still learning omegaverse forgive me if i messed something up

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ok combining rut prompt 1: An Alpha goes into rut spontaneously while out and about, and his usual quiet and placid Omega gets growly and possessive when another Omega comes sniffing and 5: I'm on suppressants to stop my rut but they fail in the most spectacular fashion and the rut hits me hard.

thinking about it w/ the deweys but could probably also work for brodfabes (i'm not as familiar w/ them)

hello hi this took me a minute sorry

It's the middle of practice when Brandon feels something off as they do one on one drills, every scent stronger as he pants, both from exertion and his rut hitting him. Which shouldn't be hitting him, he'd taken his suppressants this morning, he should be fine. But he's not, feeling it hitting him like a ton of bricks as he skates to lean against the boards, starting to take off his gear on the ice, stripping off his jersey and chest protector off as he feels his jock tighten. There's a few omegas on the team and he can smell them even through their scent blockers, opening his mouth to try and find his, trying to find Connor.

Lucchini must have picked up on it from across the ice, skating towards Brandon before Connor skates and intercepts him, a snarl on his face as he growls at the other omega. He watches as Luch lowers his head, putting his hands up as he skates backwards away from them, not wanting to have to deal with Connor.

Connor wasn't very confrontational, usually possessive in a quiet touchy way, always the calmer of the two of them. But Brandon can't really think, already going stupid with Connor touching him as the thought of burying himself in the omega runs through his mind.

“Why didn't you tell me you were going into a rut?” Connor looks like he's about to punch him as he pushes Brandon off the ice and down the hallway, dragging him to one of the heat rooms at the rink.

“Shouldn't be, fuck.”

He needs to get the rest of his gear off, needs to knot his omega and fill him now.

He can't get the words out, only a rumble leaving his throat as he grabs Connor from behind and buries his face in his neck, tearing his jersey to expose his shoulder and licking at his scent gland as Connor closes the door. 

“Hey I'm here, quit being rough.” Connor sounds out of breath already as Brandon growls into his neck, grinding against his ass even though they're both still mostly in their gear. Connor tries to push him off, trying to undress himself but Brandon won't let go, attaching his mouth to his omegas neck as he feels Connor go a little limp against him.

Brandon manages to shove Connor’s pants down, all but tearing the tie as he does, grumbling about stupid equipment. Connor protests as he rips his compression shorts open before shoving his own gear down, already half undone. He pushes in as Connor tries to brace himself against the door with a moan.

“Fuck, this one's hitting you ha-shit!”

Connor may not be in heat but he's slick and open for him as he fucks him against the door. It doesn't take long before his knot starts to catch, Connor groaning as he pushes it in before pulling it back out and continuing his bruising rhythm. Connor is trying to say something to him, unable to get out full words as Brandon fucks him, and that’s exactly what he wants. Brandon feels his walls clench around him as Connor's moan gets louder as he locks them together, still rutting his hips into Connor as he knots and fills him. He feels his mind clear some, groaning as he knows it's going to be rough. And Connor…

“Shit, I-”

He hears Connor moan, resting his head against the door, “nh don't, oh fuck, don't bother apologizing. Just hah-help me get the rest of my gear off before the next time.”

He pulls Connor's jersey off, undoing all the straps of his chest and shoulder pads and discarding them to the side as he grinds his knot into him. They would have to wait till his knot went down to get the rest off.

“Sorry about uh..”

“Just..fuck, can we sit down at least? My legs are about to give out.”