#this is assuming they break the skin but that seems pretty common in omegaverses

[gaywarcriminals]

I wonder what percentage of omegaverse inhabitants died of claim bite infections before antibiotics were invented 

Do you think people disinfected them with alcohol? Were there superstitions about what to rub on a bite for an auspicious mating?

[rocorambles]

As promised, have some Alpha Bokuto x Omega Kuroo omegaverse headcannons since it’s all my brain can think of this week~ (In reality, this ended up just being a short fic that’s broken up in a headcannon format LOL)

Warnings: NSFW, Dub-Con

- It’s so obvious to everyone around him that Bokuto is an Alpha through and through, his charismatic and bright presence loudly making itself known no matter where he goes or who he’s with, his strength and domineering personality leaving everyone in awe and instinctively wanting to follow him to the ends of the earth. 

- Everyone assumes Bokuto will end up with a cute and adorable omega. It just makes sense and it seems like it’s just a matter of time as omega after omega throws themselves at him. He dates some here and there and he can admit that their sweet scents and dainty builds incite some interest in the Alpha inside of him. But none of them fully capture his attention and he shrugs his shoulders after every breakup, focusing on the sport he loves most. 

- His family ask if he gets lonely without a mate, but he’s always confused by the question. How could he be lonely when he has his MSBY teammates, Akaashi, all his old Fukurodani teammates, and most importantly, Kuroo? And he can’t help the radiant smile that spreads across his face at the thought of that hideous cackling laughter and messy bedhead. 

- Bokuto’s never really thought too much about mates, bonds, or alphas, betas, and omegas, never bothered to classify the people around him unless they decide to reveal what they are to him of their own choice. And to this day, he doesn’t actually know exactly what Kuroo is. Alpha? Maybe Beta considering how he never seems to have a scent around him? But it doesn’t matter. Kuroo is Kuroo. Kuroo is smart, mischievous, caring, pretty...

- Pretty??? Bokuto freezes, wondering where that thought had come from and he tries to push it down in the back of his head, but when Kuroo comes over for their weekly movie night, it’s all he can think of. Golden eyes roam over the long and lean body purchased on the couch beside him, trailing over endless legs, scanning slender wrists that reach over for a handful of popcorn, lingering on a vulnerable arched neck and Adam’s apple that swallows. 

- It’s hot. Why does it feel so hot in here? Why does something feel like it’s stirring and building uncomfortably inside of him? Bokuto doesn’t realize the overwhelming possessive and hungry scent he’s releasing as he gazes at the man beside him, but he’s wrenched back to reality by a high pitched whine that has every primal instinct honing instantly on the source. And suddenly the whole world comes to a halt as hazel and gold clash, as Bokuto finally comes to a stunning realization as he truly sees and smells Kuroo for the very first time. 

- Omega. Omega. Omega. The Alpha inside of him is roaring in a way he’s never felt it react before and he can feel every muscle inside of him tense, ready to pounce, can feel how his mouth salivates, fangs urging him to bite and mark. Kuroo’s an omega. His omega. His. His. His. 

- And that’s when Kuroo makes a fatal mistake, fear and confusion hindering his common senses, omega instincts he’s tried so hard to ignore going haywire in the presence of such a prime Alpha going into rut. He runs, staggering and stumbling away, fighting the way everything inside of him is pleading and begging him to bare his neck, to let Bokuto claim him like he’s always secretly wanted. But this isn’t how he wants it. Not when both of them are both driven by animal-like instincts. 

- The Alpha inside of Bokuto howls in excitement, practically salivating as he watches the gorgeous creature sloppily try to escape, leaving a trail of his intoxicating scent in his wake. And then the chase is on. Bokuto sighs in disappointment, wishing they were in a bigger space, wishing he didn’t have to end this so soon. But Kuroo is getting close to the exit and the professional athlete growls at the thought of anyone other than him getting a whiff of the Omega, easily lunging and catching the lankier man in his arms, throwing Kuroo over his shoulder like he’s a sack of potatoes and not a full-grown man. 

- The Omega pounds his fists on the broad back he has access to, but he yelps when a hand comes up and roughly pinches his ass, automatically whimpering in submission when Bokuto growls at him to calm down and behave, his Alpha voice breaking through the naturally warm timber of his voice, adding an edge that orders for obedience and that has slick leaking down Kuroo’s thighs. 

-  It’s a tangle of limbs and torn clothes once the two make contact with the bed and Bokuto doesn’t think he can ever get enough of Kuroo’s desperate moans, the hazy lust-filled look in normally sharp eyes, the addicting entangled mix of their scents entwining together so perfectly. It’s like Kuroo’s body was made for his and a feral grin spreads across his face at how sensitive the other is, how easily he melts and succumbs to even Bokuto’s slightest touch. 

- He takes his time exploring every inch of the writhing Omega, calloused fingertips roaming across toned muscles, teeth biting patterns into the blank canvas, lips greedily wrapping around perky buds. And he smiles as nails dig into his skin, back arching in a beautiful angle, a lewd wail escaping past kiss swollen lips as Kuroo’s hips frantically buck up and down, begging for more stimulation. 

- Bokuto’s heart soars as he sees Kuroo in a state he’s never even dreamed of seeing before. His strong, naughty panther reduced to a needy kitten because of him, only for him. His lips come crashing down on a panting, drooling mouth and he swallows the moans as he coats his fingers in the pool of slick forming between Kuroo’s thighs, easily sliding and stretching the warm tight hole. 

- He sees the flicker of hesitation and uncertainty hidden deep behind the throes of pleasure and he wills himself to slow down, to take his time, cooing gentle loving words of reassurance to the man beneath him, coaxing him to relax, to let his Alpha take care of him. And he smiles when the body underneath him fully relaxes, when Kuroo’s wiry arms wrap around his neck and timidly bring him down for a kiss, letting the feline-like man take the lead as he continues adding more fingers to the puckered hole, twisting and probing, groaning in satisfaction when Kuroo pulls away with a broken cry, eyes blown wide in arousal as he finds that spot inside of the Omega that has him begging for more. 

- Neither of them remember many details after that as they succumb to their inner natures. All Bokuto can remember is the image he’s seared in his mind of how gorgeous Kuroo looked on all fours, presenting so beautifully and obediently for him, the feeling of bottoming inside of drenched tight walls, the broken cries as Kuroo screamed Alpha, Alpha, Alpha as Bokuto ruthlessly thrust in and out of him. All Kuroo can remember is the feeling of being almost impossibly stretched open and stuffed full of cock and cum, how right it felt to have Bokuto on top and inside of him, how perfect it felt to call him Alpha, to be called his Omega.

-  And all both of them can think about as Bokuto gently cradles the exhausted raven-haired man, both their hands protectively cradling his cum-filled stomach, their lower halves still connected by the knot buried inside of the Omega, is how perfect it feels to be with the other. 

Bonus Epilogue:

Bokuto smiles as Kuroo shyly hides the bottom half of his face underneath the rumpled bed sheets as the sunlight filters into the room, both of them completely back to their senses and exhausted after a week of non-stop action. 

“You- you didn’t mark me.”

He hates how sad and insecure Kuroo’s scent is, how soft and shaky the words come out, how watery tears build up in tear ducts. But he doesn’t let Kuroo hide, doesn’t let him turn his back on him, doesn’t let him wriggle out of his grasp, only holding him tighter to him in response, releasing a calming, soothing scent that has him settling back besides him, peering up at him in confusion. 

“Of course I didn’t mark you. I want that to be something we talk about, something that happens after I officially court you. And you looked so scared-”

“I wasn’t scared!”

And how can Bokuto not love the feisty kitten glaring indignantly at him, only to go stock still, an adorable rosy embarrassed flush gracing his cheeks as he stares wide eyed at Bokuto. 

“C-court me???  You want to court me?! You want to be my mate?” 

A warm excited scent floods the room and Bokuto deeply breathes it in, chuckling as long legs and arms are suddenly wrapping tightly around him, as messy black hair tickles his face when Kuroo tucks his head under his chin. 

“You’re so cute.”

“I’m not cute!” 

And both of them laugh as they grapple and wrestle each other on top of rumpled bed sheets.