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Isagi was at his physical limit, his body was drenched in sweat, and his breathing was ragged. The first half of the match between Japan and France was a total disaster, and to make matters worse, there was that red-haired midfielder who wouldn't leave him alone for even five minutes.
The roar of the crowd in the stands and the familiar cadence of the commentators' voices weren't fueling his euphoria or ego this time. In fact, Isagi seemed to be in a panic. And it was that panic that caused him to make his first mistake.
An omega passing as a beta, Isagi took every precaution daily and especially before a match. He hated the thought that if his opponents ever even suspected the truth, he would be finished.
Omegas didn't play as strikers; omegas didn't even set foot on a soccer field.
Isagi refused to let a biological condition limit him, so he kept taking suppressors and wearing a neck bandage to block his pheromones and mask his scent, allowing him to successfully pose as a beta.
He had always been careful, meticulously checking that the bandage was secure and the suppressors were actually working. But Isagi never imagined he would reach such a state of physical exhaustion against France while still in the first half, a state that caused him to completely forget about his biological reality.
The bandage had slipped loose from the sweat, caught by the wind and carried away. The medical tape also came unstuck, falling inside his uniform. Isagi blinked, noticing nothing, he was completely focused on quelling his panic and getting back to leading his teammates to victory. He needed to regroup, they needed goals.
Isagi was so on edge that he didn't even register Hugo approaching. A hard shove against his back made him gasp as he felt an alpha’s massive, powerful body loom over him, the strong scent of the other man's pheromones enveloping him like a shield. Cherries, the striker had never smelled anything like it.
Hugo parted his lips to taunt Isagi again, but his voice failed him completely. Vivian’s body temperature spiked, a burning heat radiating through his joints and skin, even his breath turned hot. The intense scent of chocolate overwhelmed his senses, his pupils dilated, and his teeth ground together as his instincts suddenly surged to life.
An omega? Where?!
Hugo’s burning gaze locked onto Isagi’s neck, fixing precisely on the pheromone gland. The scent was terribly familiar, yet he couldn't place it. A dark storm clouded Hugo’s face, and that was how Isagi knew something was wrong.
“How long did you think you could hide, little omega?” Vivian’s voice was low, calm, and terrifying. Isagi’s heart sank, panic flooded his senses even more intensely.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Isagi quickly spun around, breaking into a run to keep up with the pace of the game.
The striker touched his neck and cursed when he felt his pheromone gland completely exposed, unable to believe the bandage and tape had fallen off without him noticing. Isagi considered tearing off his Japan jersey and tying it around his neck, but he knew that would only draw more attention.
Everyone at Blue Lock knew Isagi was an omega, but he couldn't let any of the French players find out, or any players from other national teams, for that matter. Hugo had already realized it; who else would?
Karasu was the first to glance sideways at him, catching the strong scent of chocolate in the air.
“You’re leaking, man,” He said, sounding a mix of surprise and exasperation. “Where’s the tape?!”
“It fell off, fuck!” Isagi growled, his heart pounding in his chest. He had no choice but to control his pheromones, releasing them only in long intervals and in doses low enough that no one would notice.
Isagi picked up his pace to stay with the game, catching the confused looks of alpha players out of the corner of his eye as they sniffed the air and glanced around.
He hadn't even been running for a minute when he felt a firm, familiar pressure against his back and the strong scent of cherries wafting over him again. Isagi almost whimpered at the way that scent soothed the frantic thoughts racing through his mind.
“Are you planning to go into heat right here on the pitch? Is that the Blue Lock tactic?” Hugo spoke in a mocking tone, but he lowered his face to the level of Isagi’s shoulder, sniffing more deeply. “A fucking omega playing soccer, playing at being a striker... you drive me crazy.”
Isagi was fed up with Hugo, he didn't hesitate to shove his body backward hard to hold his ground, refusing to be intimidated. But, to the striker's complete surprise, he felt a large, firm bulge pressing against his ass. It made Yoichi lose his balance, his breath hitching. Even Hugo fell silent for a moment.
“I told you... you drive me crazy,” Hugo murmured softly into his ear, the scent of cherries growing stronger and thicker. The midfielder was still trying to figure out why that maddening scent of chocolate felt so familiar.
Isagi was already panting, his vision blurring at the edges, he knew exactly why. The stress of the match, the intense marking, the pressure to score, it had all accelerated the onset of his heat. To make matters worse, Hugo’s scent was intensifying, causing his body to grow wet between his thighs.
The midfielder growled softly behind him, catching the scent of chocolate again, now more fluid and potent, signaling Isagi’s pre-heat state.
“I’m going to finish this game quickly, and then I’m coming for you.” Hugo spoke with such firmness that a shiver ran down Isagi’s spine, and his hands trembled.
FINAL SCORE: FRANCE 4 x 2 JAPAN
Isagi knocked over all the cosmetics that were on the sink in the locker room, he was breathless and furious. Everything had gone wrong: they lost, someone discovered he was an omega, even his missed goal at the end of the match.
Ego had given them all a firm lecture, especially Rin. If the defeat wasn't enough, Ego also expelled them all from the locker room, leaving only Isagi behind, who was sniffing more and more intensely. Clearly, it was an action to give Isagi privacy and make him comfortable, but it only made him angrier.
He hated this feeling of heat, he hated how his scent was getting stronger, he hated the stomach cramps and how he was already bending over while gripping the sink to stay upright.
Isagi was so lost in the fog of his own heat that he didn't hear the creak of the door opening, he didn't hear the soft footsteps or the heavy breathing before feeling a familiar pressure on his back and the intoxicating scent of cherries.
“Damn it, that's enough!” Isagi said breathlessly, completely losing his patience and turning furiously to face Hugo. “What's your problem with me?! The game's over, man! Leave me alone—”
“I remembered,” Hugo said firmly and grimly, his tone making Isagi hesitate and look into his eyes in confusion. A storm was brewing. “Your scent… the chocolate, I smelled it… I’ve lived almost my entire fucking life smelling that exact chocolate scent in random places and at random times. Isn’t that incredible?” He spoke quickly, and a distorted, insane smile appeared on his face. “What is fate trying to tell me, Isagi? What were the odds of me finding an omega inside a football match, at the World Cup, with that exact scent?” His words were frantic, and he moved even closer.
“You’re crazy,” Isagi said, placing his hand on Hugo’s enormous, muscular chest to keep him away. “What the hell are you talking about? This isn’t the time for that, okay?!”
The striker tried to pull away, his body already softening, and he had no more time to waste on Hugo. His heat was about to begin, and the midfielder's scent was only making him more excited.
Isagi couldn't take two steps before feeling a hand forcefully tug at his collar. His body collided violently with Hugo's muscular body, his gaze completely black and empty, his pupils widening as he looked at the striker.
"Destiny placed you in my path, Isagi Yoichi. And whatever that means, you're mine now," He spoke slowly, his voice calm and firm as if stating a fact.
Isagi barely had time to react before Hugo's lips devoured his mouth. The striker's hands immediately went to the midfielder's neck, and he pulled the boy closer, deepening the kiss. It wasn't slow, romantic, or synchronized. The two kissed frantically, a mixture of tongues and teeth, bites and moans between breaths. Vivian tightened her grip on Yoichi's throat, holding him pinned in place while she searched the striker's entire mouth.
The scent of cherries already filled the entire locker room, clinging to the tiles and the sweaty skin of the two. Hugo's enormous hand wrapped around Isagi's clothes, he heard the sound of tearing fabric but didn't care, gripping even tighter the huge, muscular body in front of him.
“Have you ever been with a man before?” Hugo’s voice was deep, as if someone else had taken his place. Even his once calm gaze was now stormy. Isagi slowly shook his head, the weight of the midfielder’s gaze tripled, as if he were about to devour Isagi alive.
Hugo’s enormous back was already covered in scratches, Isagi hung with his legs wrapped around his waist as the midfielder positioned him in the ideal position.
“Wait… wait, I can’t do it,” He said, a little stunned, swallowing the wounded pride of admitting it. Hugo was huge, truly huge. Isagi would be torn in two.
“Oh, yes you will,” Vivian purred sweetly, not waiting before inserting two fingers at once into Isagi. “Ah, come on… you’re so tight.”
Isagi squirmed, throwing his head back as he whimpered at the top of his lungs. The scent of chocolate wafted in heavy waves, Hugo also gasped softly as he pushed his fingers faster.
“Damn… I could come just from your smell, fuck,” He grunted, pushing his fingers forcefully, hitting Isagi's sweet spot perfectly. The striker arched his back, starting to move his hips up and down himself. It was unbelievable to Isagi that even the midfielder's fingers were wide and long.
“Please… yes, I’m… ah!” Isagi completely softened when Hugo suddenly withdrew his fingers, but then lowered his head and took Isagi’s cock into his mouth. “Uhm!!! Ah, fuck!”
Isagi was crying, he no longer cared about his own reputation or pride, he would be Hugo’s little bitch if necessary.
Vivian sucked him with just the right pressure, her face lifted to see the tears sliding endlessly down Yoichi’s face. The way the small body gave adorable, eager spasms, wanting to be fucked roughly by him. The midfielder withdrew his lips when Isagi was about to have an orgasm, the striker whimpered weakly.
“Do you want my cock?” Hugo murmured softly and sweetly, giving small kisses to the corner of his lips. “Beg, my little omega.”
“I… unh… yes… please?” He whimpered softly and coyly, his large, blue, doe-like eyes staring so deeply at Hugo that the midfielder softened.
“Of course, Yoichi,” Vivian grumbled, nibbling at his pheromone gland.
The moment Hugo first thrust, Isagi completely scraped the midfielder's shoulders. He was so impotently gigantic that he was splitting him open.
“Ah! Ah, fuck! That’s it, take it all…” Hugo growled, squeezing the striker’s hips tightly to keep him in place, continuing to sink in every inch. “My little bitch… fuck!”
The locker room was permeated with the scent of the two mingled pheromones, the loud sounds of two bodies colliding incessantly, and Isagi’s voice whimpering and begging for more.
“This is your destiny, damn it. That’s it, you were made to take my cock,” Hugo growled, thrusting his hips harder and harder. Isagi was shaking uncontrollably as he was completely devoured.
Isagi’s heat was reaching its peak, clouding his mind and leaving only primal feelings of submission free.
Hugo’s movements were already faltering, but he didn’t want it to end. He thrust harder and harder, the small body beneath him taking everything as they kissed.
“I’m… Ah, I’m almost there!” Isagi whimpered against Hugo’s lips, his whole body trembling. “Vivi, I’m coming…!”
The sweet nickname made Hugo falter, his eyes rolled back, and his primal instinct simply commanded him to fill Isagi completely, claiming him once and for all.
“I’m going to get you pregnant.” Hugo’s voice was so deep and hoarse it sounded like a grunt. Isagi tightened his grip on Hugo’s cock at those words, bringing the mid-camp to his limit instantly.
Isagi’s legs encircled Hugo more tightly, keeping his heavy, enormous body on top of him, burying him deep inside Isagi, filling him completely.
Isagi’s omega whimpered sweetly with happiness and satisfaction at having his first heat satisfied, at having a strong alpha. At the same time, the cloud that had been clouding Isagi’s thoughts began to dissipate.
“Fuck… you really tried to get me pregnant, you idiot!” The striker murmured exhaustedly, he couldn’t even open his eyes properly, his whole body aching. Isagi could even feel a soft bulge in his stomach, which was still the midfielder inside him.
“It’s your destiny, Yoichi. You just have to accept it ♡”