“I’d love a Dabi x Reader where he occasionally visits their place for casual hookups but this time around he gets back there a little worse for wear whether it’s a fight or not taking care of himself something so reader takes a shower with him to take care of him and through that intimate act they end up banging. The reader is chill but empathetic and probably be more teasing towards him becoming more tender over time as he becomes more sincere.”
This is my first time writing Dabi, so let’s give it a shot!
Warnings: Violence, blood (Dabi gets in a fight uwu)
WARNING! Sinners only beyond this point. This is a dirty burnt nugget fic.
“Fuck,” Dabi cursed under his breath. A sharp grunt left him as he leaned against the damp brick wall of the dirty alleyway. His chest heaved with exhaustion and the aftereffects of adrenaline leaving his system. Looking down to examine his hand, he turned it slightly and hissed as he took stock of the jagged puncture wound, “Shit… It went all the way through.“ As few fucks as Dabi seemed to give, he certainly didn’t want to die. He could have cauterized it himself if he hadn’t been held up, but that’s not how events unfolded.
Thoughts of infection and permanent maiming flashed across his mind as he wracked his brain in search of a solution. Hospitals were out of the question -for obvious reasons- and to say he had few friends would be an understatement. His healthy hand combed through unruly dyed locks, and he breathed an exasperated sigh.
On his way back from a local pub he’d been ambushed by some low-tier villains; the irony was not lost on him. To his great misfortune, one of them possessed a paralysis quirk, and despite how he struggled he was helpless as the man rendered him immobile and relieved him of his wallet. Briefly, he had regained control of his fingers and tried to wiggle himself in an attempt to pilot his own body. Upon noticing, one of the three stabbed a saw tooth blade through his hand, before directing his buddies to kick the burnt man into submission.
summary:It has been weeks since the man you thought would be your forever left you. Just when you finally managed to get your life back on track, fate throws another wrench in your path.
“Here kitty kitty, I have a treat for you,” a crude customer laughed, holding a few hundred yen over the crotch of his pants.
You plaster a smile on your face ignoring how slimy his gaze made you feel, “Sorry sir I am not allowed to take tips from customers.”
He laughs, waving the money around, “No one is going to say anything, now come and get your treat.”
You lift your nose into the air pushing down the urge to bare your fangs, “I said I am not allowed to take tips but thank you for the offer.” You turn on your heels and leave to the front of the restaurant. You despised serving the VIP tables, they always tried to push your boundaries knowing no one would care about the complaints of a hybrid.
When you had first gotten the job at the restaurant a few weeks ago you had begged to serve the VIPs needing all the money you could get to afford your half of the rent. It had taken a few weeks to prove yourself capable, the owners were still very traditional in their beliefs of hybrids. If only you had a time machine to go back and tell yourself to stick to the regular tables, they never tried to grab your ass.
“Number five,” the owner yelled your nickname from the kitchen, “In ten minutes we are seating another VIP table in room four.”
You take in a deep breath, “How many people?”
He waves his spatula at you, his eyes stern, “Three, and you make sure to treat them with the utmost respect, they are some of the best pro heroes in Japan.”
iYou give a quick bow, “Of course sir, I will be on my best behavior.”
He stiffly nods and goes back to cooking. You have served plenty of pros in the VIP rooms, the restaurant you worked at was close to a few agencies making it an attractive place to grab lunch.
“There you are,” Yumiko, your coworker, growled prowling towards you, “I thought I told you I would cover you today so you could rest!”
You roll your eyes, “My heat is not due until late tomorrow, I am fine to work today.”
“What if it comes early, it is not safe to be around humans during your heat.” She yells, gently holding your shoulders.
You shake her hands off, “Trust me I know how humans can be.” You look around making sure no one is listening, “Rent is due soon, I can’t afford to miss work on the off chance my heat might come early.”
“Off chance!” she screeches, “Heats are not an exact science, you are so close one small smell could throw you into it early. I can already start to smell it on you.”
You cringe not liking the idea she could smell you like that. She was the only other hybrid you had ever been close to, it was easy to forget when you are surrounded by humans that others could smell you. “It will be fine, hybrids rarely ever come in here and humans cannot smell it, besides I only have a few hours left.”
Yumiko’s lips tightened into a thin line, “Then let me cover those few hours and go home to get some rest, do you even have a nest made?”
You cringe, there was no way your inner omega would allow you to build a nest in your apartment. While you may work in a nice part of town you could only afford to live an hour away in an area riddled with crime. You could not relax enough to allow instinct to take over and build a nest.
“No, I was not planning on building one this heat.”
Her mouth fell open, “Not making a nest, how are you going to get through this heat without a nest?”
You shrug, “I have never really had a nest anyways, my old master was an asshole.”
“Do you at least have a partner lined up to help you through it?”
“Oh god no,” you scoffed, gathering the menus from the tray, “I can take care of myself, I always have.”
Yumiko looked ready to rip her hair out, “You are crazy, I am friends with a crazy person. Not only are you going through heat alone without a nest, but you are also working until the last minute. What if a train is delayed or-or breaks down?”
“Then I will take a bus,” you adjust the hat on your head and behind walk to the VIP room.
‘What if the bus is late?” She yelled, following close behind you.
“I will call a cab,” you reply over your shoulder.
“And if you have no cell service?”
“Yumiko, thank you for your concern but trust me when I tell you I can take care of myself. I have been dealt plenty of shit cards and have managed to deal with all of them. I know my body, my heat is not even close” your voice softens, “But thank you for worrying about me.”
Her shoulders deflate, her ears flattening to her head, “Promise to at least call me if you need something.”
You smile, “Of course, I promise.”
She looked to the front room, “Well I guess I am going to grab lunch then, Yuki does not get off work until late tonight so I will have to find something to do.”
“There is a new hybrid romance out in theaters,” you suggest.
“But I wanted to see that with you,” she whines.
“No way,” you laugh, your throat tight, “I have no interest in watching a human fall in love with a hybrid. Why would I pay to torture myself.”
“Oh, I’m sorry I forgot,” She squeezes her hand around your wrist. “You will find someone someday. Someone who loves you more than anything, who be just as addicted to you as you are to them.”
You bite your trembling bottom lip, “I thought I already had.”
Her face crumbles, “Loving a human is one of the hardest things I have ever allowed myself to do. They are not compelled by their instincts like we are and will never feel the pull of a mating bond.” She pulls you in closer, her hands cupping your chin, “But they can love us in many other beautiful ways. You will find someone who will adore you the way you deserve, who would never imagine leaving your side. Sure your first love did not work out and that is awful but you deserve to let yourself find love again. ”
You pull back, not letting yourself feel the hope she wished to inspire in you, “Thanks for the pep talk but I have to get back to work, my table is going to be seated any second.”
“Remember what I said if you need anything call me!” She waves her finger, “If I find out you did not ask for help I will be seriously pissed.”
“Yeah, yeah,” you wave, walking to the VIP room. You press the menus close to your chest when a brief hint of an intoxicating scent filled your nose. It made you want to fall to your knees and push your ass up in the air, begging whoever the scent belonged to take you home. You shake your head, giving your cheeks a few slaps to snap out of it, you had work to do, there is no time for thinking like that.
You take in a deep breath through your mouth, you could not afford to skip the rest of this shift, you needed to just get through the day and you will have three days off to get this out of your system.
You knock on the thin door giving the occupants a warning of your arrival before sliding it open. Two people sat next to each other, a large man with green hair and a smaller woman with pink cheeks. They were whispering to each other, their faces full of worry.
“Hello, I will be your server today, thank you so much for choosing us to dine with today,” you place the menus down onto the table, “Is everyone here?” you ask wondering if the third had canceled.
“No,” the woman answered, “We have one more coming but he is taking a call outside, he should be in any minute.”
“Oh, would you like me to get you drinks while you wait?”
“Yes, that would be great,” the large man answered with a tight smile.
You do not bother to scribble down their drinks orders, leaving the sad-smelling room to grab some green tea. You wonder if they had a bad day at work, being a hero could not be easy. Sure you had difficult customers but you could not imagine constantly dealing with some of the worst people in society every day.
With the drinks in hand, you make your way back to the room, pausing to figure out how to knock with your hands full.
“I am worried about him,” the muffled voice of the woman said from behind the door, “Have you seen how tired he looks, I don’t think he has slept in weeks.”
“He has not slept since he was discharged from the hospital,” the man groans, “Not that I can blame him, if you disappeared I would act the same.”
“Oh Deku, what are we going to do? We have the best team out there looking for her and we still have nothing, not even a trace. How could she disappear like this, it is as if she never existed.”
“I don’t know, the shelter says they have no record of her and her fingerprints are not in the system. Getting hybrids to speak to us is like pulling teeth, they are very loyal to their own kind so even if they knew where she might be they will never tell us.”
“Maybe we could hire a hybrid to ask around?”
“No hybrid would choose to betray their kind like that,” Deku slammed his fist onto the table, “We will just have to keep looking, giving up is not an option, if we cannot find one missing hybrid how can we call ourselves heroes.”
“But Deku, what if something has happened to her, there is a large black market in this city for hybrids she could have easily been picked up by them.”
“We cannot afford to think that way, we have to hold out hope we will find her. The consequences are too great to be thinking otherwise.”
Your breathing sped up as you listen to their conversation, why were they looking so hard for a missing hybrid. The human will be fine, it is not as though humans feel the effects of a broken bond, once they decide a relationship is over they can just leave, not even bothering to explain.
“How much more can he handle Deku, I have never seen a man so broken.”
“He will have to last a little longer, he is stubborn, he will not give up until she is back in his arms. So we cannot give up either, we will expand the search to more providences, she has to be around here somewhere.”
“I hope you are right,” she sighed and they both fell silent. You wait a few more seconds increase the start speaking again and knock.
“I have brought your drinks, are we still waiting on your friend?” You set the teapot down and bring two cups to sit in front of them.
“Yes, but I know what he will want so we will go ahead and order if that is ok,” the man answered holding the menu.
“Of course,” you smile, pretending their earlier conversation did not affect you. “What can I get for you?”
“We will have the-” his voice drowns out by the mouthwatering scent from earlier filling the air. Your breathing stops and you whip your head around, it was not possible, he could not be here!
But it was, standing right behind you was the man who had offered you the world and then ripped it away. You both stood still his eyes wide with the shock. He must be horrified by the idea of finally having to confront the trash he threw away.
You do not bother thinking, letting instinct take over your turn, and run past him into the front of the restaurant looking desperately for Yumiko. You spot her by the table near the door slurping up her lunch.
“Don’t let him get to me!” you screech, running frantically past her table.
Yumiko looks up from her lunch, her eyebrows raised, “What?”
“It’s him!” you yell praying she would understand when you see his hair out of the corner of your eyes.
A spark of recognition lights in her eyes before her lips curl up with rage. You may hate Shoto for what he did but no one on earth despised him more than Yumiko. The two of you spent more nights than you would like to admit drunk ranting about all the things you wanted to do if you ever saw him again.
She leaped out from the chair stepping in his path to you. You can hear him yelling but you do not look back, running out the door to the street. You don’t have much time, Shoto was a pro hero who could easily wipe the floor with Yumiko, you needed somewhere to hide and fast.
A large burst of ice erupted behind you flooding the streets behind you. Fuck, he must be right behind you. Lifting the traditional dress you were forced to wear for work you go into a full-blown sprint, your heart pounding against your ribs as you make your escape. You make sure to make as many turns as you could hoping you would be able to lose his trail.
“Wait!” the feminine voice from earlier yelled, “Please, we just want to talk.”
You shake your head, they must have split up to look for you. A sound strategy when they could not smell like you could. You had never been more grateful for taking the time to explore the area during your lunch breaks than now. There was a small hiding spot only a few blocks from here you should be able to hide away in until they gave up looking.
Your lungs burned, a bloody taste filling your mouth as you continued to push yourself until the woman’s voice grew fainter. Sharply turning down another alleyway the hiding spot was in your sight, you could make it!
“Baby!” Shoto’s desperate voice yelled, stepping out from the street in front of you. You almost lose your balance, your weight rolling to your heels.
“Please, listen to me,” he begged, his voice hoarse.
You take a split second to take in his appearance. He looked awful, his one breathtaking eyes now dull, his hair uncombed and uniform wrinkled. But what really caught your eyes was the expression his face held, it was as if he had seen a miracle.
You shake your head, turning your body to run the other way. Deku steps out from the other side of the alley blocking the exit, his hands out to the side palms facing up, “we mean you no harm.”
You twist your head around looking for some way to escape from them. “Baby please, I need to talk to you.”
Tears spill out onto your cheeks, panic takes over, you could not handle this right now, you could not handle hearing the excuses he wanted to give. You waited for a week to hear his voice, never leaving the phone in case he called. But he never called! He abandoned you just like master. He took what he wanted from you and left. All the sweet soft words he whispered to you while he held you to his chest were lies.
“We have been looking all over for you,” Deku takes a step closer, “My office is nearby, why don’t you follow Shoto and me so we can talk in private.”
You slam your hands over your ears, blocking out their words and trying to think of a way out of this. Come on think, how could you escape, there had to be an escape route.
Shoto’s scent grew stronger, you knew he was getting closer but running now was not useful he would be able to just freeze you in place, you needed to think! But the closer he got the cloudier your thoughts became, the heat in your lungs now paling in comparison to the warmth rapidly growing in your lower abdomen. You stop breathing. No, no this can’t be happening.
But it was, of all the times for your heat to arrive it decided to show its face now. The familiar burning rips your veins, rapidly sending your body into overdrive.
“Hey, you get away from her!” Yumiko screams, pushing the man behind you away and taking you into her cold arms.
“Fuck, this is bad,” she cries, letting you rest your weight into her arms. “Shit, you fucking asshole,” she yells, slowly falling to the ground bringing you with her. “This is all your fault, you piece of rotting shit, if I did not have to hold her I would rip your throat out.”
“Hurts,” you groan, your body trembling. Nothing like this has ever happened before, normally a heat takes hours to get to this point.
“What is going on, what is happening to her?” Shoto’s panicked voice asked.
“Why do you care what happens to her? You did not care when you abandoned her at a shelter.” Yumiko felt your forehead with her palm, “Damn it, you are already burning up.”
“I know this all looks bad,” Shoto fell to his knees in front of Yumiko, “But please give me the time to explain.”
“Explain what,” She growled, baring her teeth, “How you got your dick wet and left? I don’t want to fucking hear it now that you have realized your mistake. Now if you ever cared even an ounce for her leave us alone, your presence is not helping right now.”
“No,” Shoto shifted closer, trying to get a look at your flushed face, “tell me what is going on or I will freeze you and take her anyways.”
“You are a real asshole, what kind of hero threatens an innocent helpless hybrid?”
If your pain was not debilitating you would burst out laughing at her comment.
“Helpless,” Shoto scoffed, “You almost ripped my throat out in the restaurant, if I had not put up the ice wall I would be bleeding out right now.”
“And you would have deserved it too,” her hand pets your cheek, her eyebrows contorted, “She is in heat,” Yumiko wiped away some of the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes, “the stress of seeing you must have pushed her body into it early.”
“Heat, she is in heat?”
“That is what I just said idiot,” Yumiko pulls you in closer to her chest, “Fuck, I told her this could happen.”
“Is she going to be ok?” Shoto tried to reach out to touch your wrist but she swatted him away.
“No, when a hybrid is pushed into an early heat is can be traumatic. Heats start slow for a reason, her hormones are going haywire right now trying to catch up.” Yumiko’s face paled, “It could take hours before she will even be able to walk. Normally the presence of a partner could subdue the worst of it but she has no one.”
“She has me,” Shoto reaches out again, trying to take you from her arms.
“Who do you think you are,” she yells trying to pull you back into her lap.
“I am the man going to take care of her,” he growls, his voice deeper than you have ever heard. “Now let her go.”
“No way, she is not going with you,” she yanks on your arm to pull you down but Shoto was stronger, pulling your limp form into his arms. You hated how instantly the pain began to fade, your body satisfied for the moment being close to the person it deemed its mate.
“Baby, can you hear me?” He leans over, his mouth close to your ear, “I cannot imagine how you are feeling right now, but I need a nod or something so I know you can understand me.”
Against your better judgment, you slightly nod your head.
“There is a hotel around the corner,” Deku voice said from somewhere behind Shoto, “We need to get her off the streets.”
Shoto pulls you in closer, his arms under your knees and back. “Let my father know I will not be back to work.” He begins to walk ignoring the squawking Yumiko being held back by Deku.
The walk to the hotel is short, Shoto moving as fast as he could without jostling you around. The entire walk was agony, you could feel your mind slipping away, giving room for your inner omega to take control. Normally you can suppress this part of yourself, push it down and pretend it did not exist. Your heat was the only time this side of yourself was truly revealed.
Shoto kicks open the door to the lobby, not bothering to even pull out his wallet as the terrified clerk scrolled through the computer to find an available room. Being a hero must have its perks, not even a minute later Shoto had the room key in his hand and was stepping into a large elevator.
He pressed the button to one of the upper floors, “Hold on a little longer, we are almost there.”
You bury your face deeper into his chest, hating the way a soft purr manages to escape your throat. He wants you, he came back for you, why did you care if he left? He is here now, that is all that matters, right?”
He takes the elevator up, walking down the hall he manages to slide the key into the lock while still holding you.
He uses his foot to close the door, slipping off his shoes he makes his way to the center of the room and sets you down into a soft large pile of blankets. Instantly you try to scramble to your feet, needing to be back in his arms. There was no way he could leave you if you were in his arms.
“Shh, baby, it’s ok, I am here,” he cooed, falling to his knees to settle beside you in the makeshift nest. You bury your nose in his neck, your tongue slipping past your lips to lick at the sensitive skin where his scent glands would have been.
“Baby we need to talk first,” he groaned, trying to gently push your mouth away from his neck. “There is so much I have to tell you.”
You bite down, growing impatient. Why is he not touching you? Does he not want you? You push yourself against him even more, not letting even an inch of space between you and him exist. You needed to show him how much you needed him, show him how good you could be, then he would not leave. This time he would stay, you would be good enough to make him stay.
“God,” he groaned, his head falling back as you suck on his skin, wanting to leave a mark on him, showing everyone that at this moment he was yours.
While your mouth held his attention your hand inches down his firm abdomen, taking the time to feel the strength of the muscles under your fingers as you slip your fingers under the waistband of his pants.
“Wait,” his fingers held a vice grip on your wondering hand. “Fuck, this is not what I had planned. I was going to take you back home and explain everything. I was going to make this right.”
You could care less about the words spilling out from his lips, you could only understand a few of them anyways. Your heat left you with one thought and one thought only, you needed him inside you, now.
You twist your wrist around, taking advantage of the sheen of sweat covering your skin to escape his hold and wrap your fingers around his girth. You both let out a groan at the contact, your inner omega pleased at the progress. You would have him breeding you in no time, filling you with to the brim until it was certain you were pregnant.
His cock was already hard, its warmth like a furnace in the palm of your hand. Growing bolder you flick your wrist, traveling up the length of his cock to settle around the head, preening when you encountered his precum already leaking out of the slit.
Your thumb drags over the mess, spreading across the tip of his cock. Soon this would be inside you and the unbearable heat would go away, Shoto is going to make all of this better.
“Enough,” he grabs ahold of your shoulders pushing you away.
Panic tightens your throat, the idea of being rejected too terrible to even comprehend. You needed him, why could he not understand that?
“Please,” you whine, trembling with need and growing hotter by the second. “Please Shoto I need you.” You did not care how pathetic it sounded as you begged, you would do anything to convince him to help.
“Don’t beg,” he brought your hand to his lips, “Don’t ever beg for my help.” His eyes held a new light, the dullness in the alleyway long gone, “I am going to make this all better baby, I am going to make you feel so good. But I need you to listen to me, can you do that?”
You nod your head, willing to do anything if it meant he was going to take care of you.
“Good girl,” he muttered, carefully adjusting your weak body until you lie under him. Needing more you spread open your thighs, lifting your hips to present yourself, hoping, praying he would accept your offer.
“Oh, little omega I am going to make you mine,” he groaned, bringing one taut nipple into his mouth. He sucked on the tight bud, using his cool fingers to tease the other side. Rolling the nipple with his tongue, dragging his teeth over the tender skin. He was a terrible tease, never letting you feel too much pleasure before he changed what he was doing.
You grab ahold of his busy hand and push it lower to your eager cunt begging for affection. You had already soaked through your panties, the material clinging to your swollen lips showing how much he truly affected you.
“Please Shoto,” you pull your panties to the side and press his fingers against your slick cunt, “I need you inside me.”
He released the suction on your nipple with a pop and blew against the wet skin, lazily watching how you tremble under him, “I know little omega, but first I need to make sure you are ready.”
Every time he called you by your designation a small shudder ripples through your muscles. Humans lack a secondary sex relying on their biological gender to determine their roles in society and relationships. Having a secondary gender was something you expected Shoto to push to the side and ignore, after all, it had to be something he never dealt with before. But every time he called you an omega showed he understood your needs, understood you were not human and that he liked it.
The fingers you had dragged to your aching center came to life, slipping down the middle of folds to gather some of the wetness already leaking to your thighs. His middle finger easily finds your clit, circling the bundle as his mouth returns to tease your nipple.
With no choice but to accept whatever touch he was going to give you thread your fingers into his soft hair, using an anchor as two thick cold fingers enter your tight hole, curling up to stroke the spongy spot inside you. The visceral pleasure of his fingers was not as intense as the finger on your clit but together the sensations worked to drive you mad.
Soft whimpers left your throat as the fingers inside you spread apart, working your tight entrance open in preparation to take his fat cock.
“That’s it my omega, you are so perfect for me,” his tongue laps at the scent glands on your neck sending your pheromones into overdrive, you were almost positive your scent was strong enough that even a human like Shoto will be affected.
A buried part of yourself flashed for a second reminding you that it did not matter if he liked how you smelled, after your heat was done he was going to leave, just like he had that day all those weeks ago. You shake your head, trying to focus on the moment. At least someone you know is taking care of you during your heat, even if all of this was temporary.
“I am never letting you out of my sight,” Shoto adds a third finger, twisting the digits to stretch every inch of your entrance.
“You are such a good omega, I am so pleased with you,” his head bent down to place a soft loving kiss against your scent gland.
His words were like magic, a balm on the burn of your heat allowing your tense muscles to finally relax. He was not leaving, he wanted you.
The lips on your neck trailed down your torso, his cool hands untying your dress to easily push the material off your shoulders giving him free access to your breasts. His pupils dilated as he took in the shape of your body, admiring how soft and warm you felt against his skin.
He could feel you trembling under his touch, your body wound tight as you desperately rolled your hips up to wordlessly beg him for more.
The fingers teasing your clit grew even colder, as though icicles were stroking you instead of fingers. The change in temperature was jarring, for a second you feared it was too much, your body unsure how to process the contradicting stimulus.
“You are so tight around my fingers,” his thumb on your shifts, now stroking only the side he knew would send you tumbling. “It will take all my self-control not to come the second I get inside you.”
Your clench down on his fingers.
“Oh,” he smiled, gently biting down on your neck, “Do you like that idea little omega?”
“Shoto, please,” you cry, lifting your hip to try and deepen his touch.
“Now what did I tell you about begging? You want to be good for me, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“You want to be my good omega?”
“Yes, please make me yours.”
His head lifts from your neck, his gaze softening, “Darling, you are already mine.” He thrusts his fingers making sure each stroke placed pressure against the tender spot inside you. “And I am going to spend the rest of my life making sure you never forget that.”
When he spoke to your like that it was easy to believe him, believe that he wanted to keep you. You were too tired to deny his claim, letting yourself be duped into the fantasy he created as he worked your body higher and higher. You might as well enjoy his touch while you had it, even if he would leave you alone when it is all said and done.
The thrusts of his fingers remained steady but the thumb on your clit grew more aggressive, the once slow strokes now working overtime to push in speed fanning the flame inside you until the small sparks of pleasure erupted into flames. The pleasure was almost unbearable as he continued to push your body further, admiring how you withered under him, your mouth open in a silent scream.
But it was not enough, before you could even come down from the first eruption of pleasure he was inching you closer to another, his beautiful fingers milking every ounce of pleasure out of your sloppy cunt, leaving you no time to catch your breath before another wave of ecstasy crashes into you.
You were unsure how long he continued to tease you, the lewd sounds of his thrusts the only sound in the room. Only when you went completely limp underneath him did he finally withdrawal his fingers from your trembling hole. Despite the earlier pleasure, you found yourself whining at the emptiness you now felt the unbearable heat returning with a vengeance, insisting you be mated.
You did not understand why he stopped his assault on your senses until you felt the head of his cock settle at your entrance.
“Baby, when you’re heat is over you have to promise me that you will give me five minutes to explain.”
“What,” you claw at his back your hips lifting trying to slip the head of his cock inside you. “Explain what?”
“I know it is hard to think in heat, but please just promise to give me five minutes baby and I will give you what you want.”
For some reason you know you should not agree but the need for his cock overrode any self-preservation instincts you had left, “Alright,” your arms trail up his back to wrap loosely around his glistening neck, “I promise, now please mate me.”
“Gladly,” he groaned, his hips lurching forward plunging his thick cock inside you. Unlike the first time he bred you, he gave you no time to adjust as he breached your entrance. Your nails dig into the back of his neck, needing something to anchor yourself.
When his length fully sheathed inside you he drew his hips back, watching his slick cock leave your pussy, your hole clenching him so tight it was a battle to not finish on the spot. The muscles of his neck were tense under your arms, his teeth clenched as he hissed out a breath, “Fuck I forgot how perfect you feel around my cock, it is like this pussy was made for me.”
He started a punishing rhythm, each thrust aimed at bringing you the most pleasure, “You are mine,” one hand came up to wrap around your neck, “Do you understand omega? This pussy belongs to me, this body belongs to me,” the fingers around your neck tighten stimulating the sensitive scent glands, “I am never letting you go.”
“Yes,” you lift your hips in time with his thrusts, his cock sinking impossibly deeper inside you. “I am yours.”
The hand on your neck tightens again making any rational thought dissipate into an abyss. You were his to use, his to please, he could take anything from you and you would happily give it.
Except he asked for nothing, he only continued to give, his fingers spreading open the lips of your cunt to give him free access to your engorged clit. Two fingers pinched the bud, rolling it carefully as shifted his legs causing the head of his cock to drag across the spot inside you making stars appear in your vision.
“I am going to breed you this time for sure,” he purred into your ear, “I am going to fill you so many times anyone walking down the street will know who you belong to.”
“Yes, please,” your back arches up, the thoughts of being swollen with his child filling your mind and satisfying a primal part of your mind. He would never leave if you had his child, he would be bound to you forever.
“Every time you leave the house my cum has to be dripping out of your hole, maybe I might even bend you over a table a few times while we are out just to show the world how much you belong to me.”
Your pussy flutters around him, “Oh, do you like that idea little omega? Do you like the idea of the entire world watching as I breed your tight cunt? I have to admit I have never really liked being in the public eye but I do think it would be amusing to watch the jealousy on others’ faces as they watch me claim the most perfect omega.”
You hated how excited his fantasy made you feel, the idea of your mate claiming you while others watched was so lewd and yet you found yourself fantasizing about how hot it would be to have everyone watch your mate claim you. To have the entire world know that you belonged to him, the idea was intoxicating.
“Too bad I am the jealous type,” he groaned, his cock beginning to pulse. “I don’t want anyone to see the faces you make when my cock is inside you, I would have to kill them.”
His head leans down, his hands shifting out of the way to expose your vulnerable scent gland, “You smell divine darling, good enough to eat,” his teeth bite down gently on the glands sending brutal pleasure blasting through your system. Your inner omega was going haywire, ready to be claimed by their mate.
Shoto licked the bite mark he created, “Hm, do you think that is enough?”
His thrusts started to grow more erratic, his hair now wet with sweat, “Or should I bite the other side?”
You instantly toss your head to the side exposing your other gland to him.
He laughed, his lisps brushing over the swollen skin, “So eager little one, I am glad that I still have that effect on you.” His teeth clamp down sending another mind-numbing wave of pleasure crashing into your system but this time was different, he did not release his bite. Instead, his tactical fingers move relentlessly against your clit, building you up higher and higher.
“Wait,” you cry out, the influence of heat receding to give you a second of clarity but it was too late, the onslaught of pleasure hit you like a runaway train. Your toes curl and your back arches off the bed, your mouth open as you shout out his name over and over.
His teeth dig into your neck even deeper, so hard you were sure he had broken the skin, and yet the only sensation you were able to comprehend was the euphoric pleasure radiating through your skin. You were too high on your own pleasure to recognize when Shoto finally found his release, as soft groan against your neck as his cock puled inside you, his warm cum filling you.
Your shaking body relaxes under him allowing your mind time to catch up with everything that just happen now that your omega was satisfied. The haze of pleasure faded away quickly and the reality of what you just did slammed into your body.
“Get off me,” You hiss, ripping your arms off his body. “Get off me right now!” You push your palms against his chest, trying to shove him away, needing space to breathe, to comprehend the giant mess your heat just created.
“Darling you promised me five minutes, please just give me five minutes to explain.”
You shutter, his cock still deep inside you. Your chest grows tight, the pain from his bite on your neck no longer comforting.
“Get off of me!” you screech, pushing him away with all the strength you had. Shoto retreaded back out of the pile of blankets. You hated how empty you felt with him gone, damn your hormones, your own body a traitor.
“I-I need to leave,” you try to stand but your legs were too weak to hold your weight sending you tumbling back down into the pile of blankets. This was hell, your heat was still in full force and the smell of the room made you want to stick your ass up in the air and let Shoto have his way with you again.
“Baby,” he reached out trying to grab one of your hands but you snapped it out of his reach, his voice desperate, “I know I am the last person you wanted to see, and you owe me absolutely nothing but can I have five minutes to explain? I will never speak to you again after that if that is what you truly want.”
You look down your eyes beginning to sting, “What is there to say?”
“I would never have left you,” he reaches his hand out, stopping when he sees the distrust, “That morning I was called into work, a villain was holding an apartment building hostage. I barely had time to put on my uniform before I was out the door to assist.”
You bring one of the blankets up to cover your naked body, needing a shield from the man in front of you. How could he think he could make this better? He abandoned you at a shelter like a dog who peed on the carpet. And yet you practically begged him to have sex with you only minutes earlier. You wanted to curl up in a ball and hide, how could you be so pathetic to beg someone who had abandoned you?
“When I got there the police were frazzled, no one was sure what was going on or who the villain was. I was the highest-ranking hero so they decided to send me in to try and rescue any civilians and subdue the threat.” His voice hitched, “When I got inside there was a villain with a quirk no one had ever seen before.”
Your ears perk up, watching his face as he continues. Despite your distrust in him, you could not deny that there was no sign of deceit in his body language or voice. You hated how much you trusted him despite what he had done.
“He was able to reach me in the blink of an eye, using his quirk to send me to the ground.”
You stop breathing, forcing yourself to keep listening, “The next thing I know there is a gas filling the air and I couldn’t breathe. All I could think about was you, how I left you all alone not even bothering to tell you where I was going. I thought I was going to die after finally finding you.”
Your eyes were now glued to his face watching every movement. What was he say?
“I woke up two weeks later in the hospital. They said one of the villains had some kind of poisonous gas quirk, the doctors said it was a miracle I even survived.”
“You got hurt?” you bring your tail around to your stomach, clutching the appendage. This was not possible, he had chosen to leave you, he did not want you. Right?
He sighed, his hands rubbing over his face, “Yeah, it was bad, they had to put me into a medically induced coma to buy time while they looked for a poison specialist. Even when they did find one it took another week for them to create an antidote.”
Shoto fell back, resting his arms onto his knees, “I woke up three days after they administered the dose.”
“I saw nothing in the news,” your body begins to tremble.
“My father made sure to keep it private, he did not want anyone to know what had happened, the public is already worried about the increase in villain attacks, if they had known one of the top five heroes was out it could have caused a panic.”
Your fingers start to numb you were holding onto your tail so tight but you could not allow yourself to hope just yet.
“I asked for you when I woke up,” his face crumbled, “But Kamiji told me she had taken you to a shelter.”
You watched in amazement as tears started to stream down his cheeks.
“When I checked my phone I saw all of the missed calls, I tried calling the number back but it said it had been disconnected. I went to the shelter she had taken you to but they said they had no record of your ever being there. I tried using some of the fingerprints in my house to locate you but you were nowhere in the database.”
He lets out a sob, “No matter where I looked I could not find you. It was as if you never existed. There were a few nights when I wondered if I had made up that night in my head. But then I would remember your smell, the way your eyes lit up when you were happy, how you would bury your nose into my neck.”
He sucked in a breath, his voice tight, “So I kept looking, even using my friends to try and gather information to try and find you.”
“You were looking for me?” you whisper in disbelief, this had to be too good to be true. Some kind of fantasy your mind is making up to bring your sad life some semblance of happiness.
“Every day I searched for you, I could not eat, I could not sleep, baby I fell apart without you.”
You could not believe what you were hearing, he sounded just like a hybrid who has lost their mate. “You were not ignoring me?”
“Never, god It felt like I could not breathe without you. I would have never stopped looking for you, I need you.”
A broken whimper leaves your throat, “I thought you left me.”
You pounce forward, pulling him into your arms and burying your nose into his throat letting your tears fall onto his skin. “I thought you did not want me anymore.”
His arms encase your body, holding you close, “I’m so sorry baby, I love you so much. I will never leave you again, I swear. I will do whatever it takes to make you feel safe again, I promise.”
Another sob rises in your throat, your mind still trying to wrap around everything he was saying.
“How, how could this have all gone so wrong?” you cry, pushing yourself against his bare skin seeking out as much of his touch as possible. “All this time I hated you, I never wanted to see you again.”
His strong arms wrapped around your waist pulling you in even closer his scent helping your frantic breathing slow.
“This is all my fault,” you whimper, “I should have waited at the shelter longer, I should have believed in you.”
“Shh, no darling, you did nothing wrong,” Shoto cool fingers drag up and down the length of your spine, “There was no way you could have known what happened, this is all my fault, I should have told someone before I left about you. One phone call to my father and I could have prevented all of this.” the hands-on your back still, “I was too distracted remembering the night before to even think about the deal I made with my father, my oversight is what caused this.”
“No, you had no idea this would have happened,” you insist.
“Darling, I am a hero, I know the risks of the job I should have thought ahead, I should have been better.”
“Please don’t blame yourself,” you meet his gaze, “This your fault Shoto, we both made mistakes but neither of us could have imagined this would happen.”
“If I can’t blame myself then you can’t blame yourself either,” he mumbles, his nose settling into your neck.
You give a small laugh, “Well when you put it that way. I guess we have to be mad at the universe.”
Shoto nods, “Yes, the universe can fuck off, I have been handed enough struggles, I am ready for my happy ending.”
Your bottom lip trembles, “What does this happy ending look like?”
He gently cups his hands under your chin lifting your gaze to meet his, “I cannot picture a happier ending than being by your side every day. Waking up and having you be the first thing I see in the morning,” His soft lips press a tender kiss onto the tip of your nose, “and the last thing I see before I go to bed.”
His lips gently kiss your forehead, “If I have you by my side there is no way I will not have my happy ending.”
You pinch his arm, “that sounds so cheesy Shoto.”
“Cheesy? Why would my happy ending have cheese?”
“No” you giggle, “Cheesy means something sounds cliche.”
Shoto nods, “Oh, is this another one of those sayings people use?”
“Yes, it’s just a saying,” your hands wrap around his wrists, “What I am trying to say is that you have to want more than just me by your side to make you happy.”
Shoto smiles, “Well I would love to have a few children but if I have you it will be enough to keep me happy forever.”
“Forever is a long time.”
Shoto smiles, his thumb brushing against the mark he left on your neck, “Not long enough.”
Kinktober Day 28- Breeding part l feat. Shoto Todoroki x Male Reader
EXPLICIT 18+ MDNI
tags/warnings:Hybrid reader, breeding, oral sex (receiving and giving), mild somnophilia, mild power imbalance, angst, mentions of past abuse, some abo dynamics (reader is an omega), He/Him pronouns
summary:Abandoned by your old master and left to die you believe your life is over but when a large man saves you from the dumpster and takes you to a new home you find the happiness you never thought you could have.
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“Why would you bring him here?” A cool voice hissed from the other room. You grabbed a hold of your soft tail and held it close to your chest to find some comfort.
Tonight had filled you with a whirlwind of emotions your mind was still trying to understand. One minute you were in the cold wet dumpster master left you in and the next a large orange man was pulling you into his warm arms. You were too weak to even bother putting up a fight, you laid limp in his strong arms as he carried you through the city of Tokyo.
Some time during the walk, you must have fallen asleep because the next thing you see is the ceiling to a very nice home. You wiggle your arms around a little and resist the urge to moan at the amazing feeling of the soft fabric caressing your skin. You turn your head to rub your cheek and could not stop the purr arising from your throat from the smell of the cushions. The fragrance reminds you of the sharp smell of a cold night with the smokey undertones of a fire.
Only when you heard the fight begin in the other room did you stop the vibrations in your throat, not wanting to alert anyone you were awake.
“I could not take him with me Shoto, my hotel room is not accommodating to hybrids.” The deep commanding voice sighed, “I understand this is not ideal but I could not bring myself to drop him off at the shelter.”
“That is bullshit,” the cool one called Shoto begins to pace the room, “You are meddling in my life again. I‘ve told you a hundred times I will never undertake in the care of a hybrid and yet you ignore my wishes.” He lets out a dry laugh, “what else is new.”
“Shoto it was not like that. You should have seen him he was practically frozen, left in an alleyway dumpster to die by whoever was caring for him.”
“So take him to a shelter, not my home. Or If you are that worried about him find a hotel that will accommodate hybrids and keep him there, it is not like you, the number one hero, is hurting for money.”
“The hero conference filled up all available hotel rooms, even with pulling strings there were no rooms.” The man sighed, “I understand your distrust in my decision to bring him here, I deserve nothing less. I was not trying to force a hybrid in your care. I swear I will come tomorrow after the conference to pick him up, hotel rooms should open up by then.”
The pacing stopped, “One-night old man, that is all I will do. If you are not here by noon tomorrow I will drop him off at a shelter.”
“Thank you, Shoto. Please call me if anything changes, if not I will be here by noon tomorrow.” The deep voice man stepped out of the other room into the room where you were resting. You quickly slam your eyes shut hoping he would mistake you for being asleep.
A soft chuckle escaped his lips, “I know you are awake.”
You press your eyes tighter together, keeping your breathing even to keep up the ruse.
“I know Shoto sounds upset, but it is me he is mad at, not you. You will be safe here tonight and I will come back in the morning to take you anywhere you want to go.”
You crack open one eye, “Promise?” You whisper, your voice hoarse.
The man nodded, “I swear.”
You press your chapped lips together. You did not want to leave this place, it was so warm and smelled so nice. But if the owner of this home did not want you to stay it was better to leave before he leaves you into a dumpster as your other master had.
You nod, “sounds like a plan.”
He nods bringing his hand up to rub awkwardly your head, “that is the spirit.”
“Do not be afraid to ask Shoto for help tonight. He is a good hero and will take care of you.”
“Ok,” you agree knowing damn well there was no way you would ask anything of Shoto. You did not want to accidentally set him off and end up right back where you started. You would ignore the gnawing hunger and foul smell coating your skin if it means you could stay here for the night.
“Well, I will be off then,” He stood to his full height, grabbing his coat off the hook by the door. “Remember what I said, anything you need do not be afraid to ask for.” He opens the sliding door into the home and closes it, leaving you and the strange man alone in the home.
Your ears were perked up all the way to try and make out where in the house the man was but his footsteps were so quiet when he was not pacing it was near impossible to trace his movements. You could not even rely on your sense of smell to give him away as the whole house already was drenched in his scent.
You curl up tighter onto the soft couch, making sure your belly was guarded. You knew the big man promised you were in no danger and his voice held sincerity but you could not bring yourself to relax. What if he was wrong and Shoto hated you for invading his home? Many hybrids would fight to the death if someone invaded their territory.
“Are you in pain?”
A small eep leaves your throat as Shoto’s upside-down face appears right in front of yours. His head tilts with curiosity at the sound you make, his bicolored eyebrows furrowing.
“Is that how you talk? This will definitely make communication more difficult.” He walks around the couch, crouching down. He brings a hand to his chest, “I am Shoto.” He said, his words slow and louder than before, “I mean you no harm.”
One arm slowly waves in a semi-circle to point to the room you are in. “This is my house, you will stay here with me for the night.”
He closely watches your face for any sign of understanding. Not wanting him to repeat himself you slowly nod.
“Are you hungry?” He rubs his hands over his stomach.
You nod.
“Do you like cold soba? I have some already made in my fridge.”
You could not stop yourself from cringing at his suggestion, the idea of putting anything cold into your was revolting.
“So no cold soba.” He brings his hands to his chin mumbling to himself, “I do have some leftovers in the fridge but none of it would be appealing to a hybrid.”
“I will order you something to eat. Is there anything you would like to eat?” He pretends to dial on the phone to illustrate his plan.
You spring up and grab the phone from his hand, too excited to remember your manners. You quickly type in the name of your favorite hybrid-friendly restaurant, delighted to see they were still in business. The last time you were able to eat there was with your first master for your birthday.
You scroll through their menu, scanning each item’s ingredients until you found it, their three skewers yakitori special. Each yakitori came with a different kind of meat and vegetable layered on the stick. You especially loved this dish because you did not need to bother with utensils when eating.
You turn the phone to face the stunned Shoto, “This.” You say, pointing at the dish, “I want this please.”
“So you can talk,” He mumbles, gently taking his phone back to complete the order.
You wilt, your excitement had made you forget your place. Master always hated when you spoke without permission, “Yes, I am sorry I did not ask for permission first.” You sink down into the couch further, “I am also sorry about taking your phone from your hand.”
He shakes his head, “No, I was not mad.” He looks down at the phone in his hand, “Just surprised, for a minute there I thought you could not speak. This makes it much easier. You do not need permission to speak, that would become annoying. Just say what you are thinking so I know what you need.”
“Ok.” You smile, straightening your back and bringing your legs up to sit criss cross on the couch, “I like that.”
“Good, I am glad we agree.” He puts his phone into his front pocket, “Your order should be here in about an hour, would you like to bathe while you wait for it to arrive?”
You scrunch your nose, “Yes, I stink.”
He nodded, “It is definitely not a pleasant smell.”
“Master threw me in a dumpster, there were all kinds of gross things in there. Even worse was all the bugs, they kept crawling across my face but I was too tired to swat at them.”
His body stiffened at your words, “A dumpster? Master?”
“Yeah, that is where the orange guy found me. I was so happy when he pulled me out of there, it was cold and smelly.”
“Why would someone put you in a dumpster?” He asked, his voice holding that same sharpness from when he first spoke to the orange man.
You bring your tail around to your lap, wrapping your fingers around the soft fur there, “Uh, I don’t really want to talk about it.”
“Did he keep you captive?” he brings his hands to your knees, gently rubbing each of them.
You shrug trying to pretend his question did not affect you, “He was my master.”
“It is illegal for someone to keep a hybrid against their will. It has been illegal for over a decade.”
You could feel your bottom lip begin to wobble, uncomfortable with where the questioning was going. “He was trying to keep me safe,” you mumble, “He said a hybrid like me would get taken advantage of if I had no one to look after me.”
“Oh, I am sure he came up with a lot of excuses. Did anyone ever notice what he was doing?”
Your grip on your tail tightened, “The neighbors started to ask questions but master assured them I was there willingly.”
“They never bothered to ask you if you were there willingly?”
You shake your head, “No, no one ever asked me.”
The hands on your knees pressed down harder, “Some protection he gave, dumping you into a pile of trash.”
You shrug, “It was my fault he left me there.”
“How could it possibly be your fault?”
You bite down on your bottom lip with one fang trying to find the right words. You did not want Shoto to be afraid of you but lying was not an option, you had a feeling he would be able to see right through it.
“You promise you won’t make me leave tonight?”
He squeezes down, “I swear.”
You look up at the ceiling to avoid his beautiful eyes, “I bit him.”
Shoto let out a snort of laughter, “I am sure he deserved it.”
Your head snaps down to meet his gaze, “He did!”
You let the pent-up emotions you had been pushing down for years finally bubble up, “He told me if I wanted to stay in his home I would have to spend my next heat with him.” Your lips draw up in disgust, “I would rather die than have him touch me.”
Shoto’s face remained neutral, encouraging you to continue.
“So when my heat came this cycle and he tried to touch me I bit his finger until it came off.”
Shoto smiled, “Good boy.”
You freeze for a second, his praise wrapping around you like a warm blanket. It had been so long since anyone had given you praise. You tried to continue the story, ignoring how your heart started to flutter in your chest.
“He was so mad but he could not try to touch me again because he had to go to the hospital to have it sewn back on.”
“Were they able to reattach it?”
Your mouth lifts into a sly grin, “Nope, they said the wound was too jagged and the nerves too torn to even attempt to reattach it. They just stitched it closed and gave him some medicine.”
“Serves the bastard right. What happened when he got home?”
You wince, “That is why I ended up in the dumpster. I was lucky he was in too much pain to hit me again.”
Shoto’s lips pulled back revealing his teeth, “What a pile of shit.” He brought himself in a little closer, letting you take in a whiff of his mouth watering scent. “Can you do me a favor?”
You nodded eagerly, wanting to help him in any way.
“Never call him your master again ok. He is not your master; he is a rotten bastard who deserves to get the shit beat out of him. Do you think you can do that for me?”
“I will try.”
He smiles softly, “That is all I ask.” He stands to his full height, “Now how about that bath, I know with that sensitive nose of yours you must be dying to get the stench off.”
You leap off the couch and stretch up your arms, “A bath sounds wonderful!”
He waves his hand, “Follow me then.”
You follow a few paces behind him, expecting to have him open the door leading outside but instead the sliding door he opens leads to a huge bathroom. There was a tiled shower with a small metal stool and detachable shower head in the front part of the room but the real centerpiece was the large, deep bath in the back. It was nearly the size of the entire bathroom master had in his house.
You turn to face Shoto, “Am I really allowed to use this?”
“Of course, why would you not be?”
You clasp your hands together, “Mas- I mean the other man never let me use his bath.”
“So how did you get clean?”
“I used a basin outside.”
Shoto’s fists clench, “It’s winter, the temperature is well below freezing outside.”
You shrug, “He never cared how cold it was or that I hate cold water.”
The muscles in Shotos neck tensed, his eyes darkening for a second before he closed them to take in a deep breath. “I am liking that man less and less.”
He reached underneath the sink and pulled out two fluffy towels, his face still twisted in a scowl, “You are free to use anything I have in here. There is a spare toothbrush on the counter and I will look around for some clean clothes for you to wear while you are bathing.”
He sets the towels down and turns on the water to the shower, testing its temperature before leaving you alone to clean yourself.
When the door shuts you stand still in the room for a minute trying to wrap your head around how you could have gotten so lucky. No one has ever bothered to treat you like you mattered before. Even your first master only ever says you as an object, something to keep them entertained. When they were bored they simply gave you away, not even bothering to look back as they walked to their car.
You were glad Shoto had left, you did not want him to see the tears running down your cheeks you could not bring yourself to wipe away. Your tears continued to fall long after you settled into the warm bathwater.
It was not until the aroma of dinner drifting into the bathroom you were able to halt the steady flow and quickly dry off, the idea of a warm meal pulling your mind out of the past. You wrap the towel around yourself under your arms and poke your head out of the room to look around the hallway. With the coast clear you open the door more to step out only to feel something soft under your foot.
You peek down and see the clothes Shoto laid out for you some time while you were in the bath. You are glad you were starving or you definitely would have started crying again. Quickly retreating back into the bathroom to throw on his clothes you follow your nose back into the dining room where the food was now laid out on the short table in the middle of the room covered in a kotatsu.
Shoto sat at one end of the table with his own food laid out in front of him. “Please,” he waved his hand, “Sit anywhere you like.”
You take a second to debate where to sit but end up taking a seat on the floor right next to him, wanting to take in as much of his scent as possible. You were only going to get one night with him so you might as well make it one to remember.
If Shoto was surprised he did not show it, instead his features relaxed even more as you press your thigh against his fighting the urge to purr at how right it all felt.
“Is the big man your father?” you ask, picking up one of the yakitori to bring to your mouth.
Shoto’s upper lip lifted, “Yes, Endeavor is my father.”
“Do you not like him?”
Shoto held the bowl of cold soba even tight, his fingers nearly white, “It is complicated,” he finally answered, his voice tight.
You press your leg against his a little harder, wordlessly giving your support. “He told me you would take good care of me and that I had nothing to worry about.” you put down the skewer and place your hand over his, “he was right.”
The dark gleam in Shoto’s eyes lightened and he even gave you a soft smile. The rest of dinner was easy, you both asked generic questions; what is your favorite color, if you could live anywhere where would it be, your favorite movie, and why?
By the time both of you finished eating it was well past midnight. Shoto is the first to stand taking the dirty plates to the kitchen.
“I have a guest bedroom for you to sleep in, it is just down the hall from my room.”
You reach around and grab your tail, “Can I sleep with you?” You mumble too weak to speak up.
“What did you say, I could not hear you?” Shoto steps closer, crouching down to be able to look you in the eyes.
Biting down on your inner cheek you ask again, “Can I sleep with you, I don’t want to be alone.”
His eyebrows lifted and his mouth dropped open slightly, “You want to sleep with me?”
You nod your head, your throat too tight to let you speak.
“Are you sure? I do not have a western bed and my room is plainer. You would probably be more comfortable sleeping on the bed in the guest room, it even has a tv.”
You wrap your fingers around his wrist, “I won’t be clingy or hog the blankets,” your thumb strokes the skin on the back of his hand, “I will even sleep on the floor, I just can’t bear the idea of being alone tonight.”
Shoto looked around the room putting together his thoughts while you pleaded silently with your eyes.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he mumbled, running his hand over his face. “How could I say no when you look at me like that.”
He brings his fingers to your ears and gently strokes the soft fur covering them, “If that is what you want, you are welcome to come to bed with me.”
You throw yourself forward wrapping your arms around his lean waist and push your face into his stomach too excited to speak. When you peek your eyes up you notice the shocked expression on his face, like he had short-circuited. You quickly pull back your hug worried you crossed a boundary.
“No,” his hand pushes you back to him, “It is ok, I was surprised that is all.” He pressed his lips together, looking down at you with an expression you have never seen, “It has been a while since someone has hugged me.”
You tighten the arms around his waist, hugging him even more. You both stay like that for a minute, enjoying each other’s embrace. Only when your arms started to grow tired did you reluctantly release your hold and stand.
You both head to his bedroom down the hall. When he opened the door you could see what he meant by plain. On the floor was a Tatami mat covered in a white futon and two pillows. There was a solid wood dresser and closet and a small plant in one corner of the room.
“I told you it was empty.”
“It is empty but it smells wonderful in here,” the entire room was covered in his smell, you could tell he spent most of his time home in here.
Shoto sniffed the air and frowned, “I don’t smell anything.”
You shrug, “hybrids have a really good sense of smell.”
“Oh,” Shoto looked down at you, “what does the room smell like?”
Your face grows hot, “it smells like you.”
Shoto’s eyebrows raise, “What do I smell like?”
You covered your eyes too embarrassed to look him in the eye as you answered his question, “It is hard to describe,” you mumble.
“Can you try, I am curious.”
You slowly lower one hand, ignoring how hot your face felt, and meet his tender gaze, “It’s like when you go out at night and the air is so cold every breath hurts and your face gets numb, the icy metallic smell from being out in that temperature is one of the smells you have.”
Shoto nods urging you to continue.
“But mixed with that is an overtone of smoke,” you laugh, “it makes me think of a campfire in the mountains.”
Shoto’s hand goes to his chin, “Interesting, and this smell is strong in this room?”
“Yes, areas where you spend the most time will have the strongest smell.”
“Is there anything you can do being a hybrid?”
You bite down on the inside of your cheek, “I have pretty good hearing and can jump higher than most people but that is about it.”
Shoto walks to his bed on the floor, pulling back the blankets, “Do you like being a hybrid?”
You join him by the bed, sitting down on the soft futon, “I have never known any different but if I had to choose I would not be a hybrid.” You bring your knees to your chest, “Life is so much harder for those deemed hybrids, if I was like everyone else I would not have been stuck with mas- I mean that man for as long as I was.”
You look up at Shoto and smile, “But if I was not a hybrid I would not have had the chance to meet you so I guess it’s not all bad.”
Shoto stiffened, his mouth slack for a second before he was able to collect himself and climb into the bed with you. He did not respond to what you had said but you needed no response when he slowly intertwined his fingers with yours letting his actions speak for themself.
You listen to his breathing slow until it was at an even pace with a few mumbles as he spoke in his sleep. You did not bother trying to fall asleep, instead using the time to admire the man sleeping next to you. With his eyes closed you were able to scoot in closer and stare at his face, taking in the scar covering his left eyes and the unique colors of his hair. You had never seen someone as beautiful as him.
Your eyes inadvertently traveled down his neck, inspecting the strong muscle covered by the thin material of his shirt. You shift your legs ignoring the heat gathering in your lower body as your eyes drift down to the bulge in his pants.
You knew humans can be weird about their nudity, choosing to hide their bodies with many layers of clothes but you were so curious. A peek would not hurt right? You watch his face carefully making sure he was sound asleep before slipping one finger underneath the elastic band of his pants.
Holding your breath you lift your finger and bring the material up to expose the soft bicolored hair at the base of his soft cock. Your eyes grew wide realizing how large he was without even being erect, he needed a permit for that thing.
Letting the elastic slip from your fingers you settle back to your side of the bed and try to pretend the last five minutes never happened. You roll onto your side and even out your breathing happening you would eventually grow bored enough to drift off to sleep. When that does not work you switch to your stomach and lie completely still waiting for the darkness to take over.
But it was hopeless! Every time you were able to turn your mind off enough to relax images of Shoto’s body pop into your thoughts preventing any hope of you being able to sleep. Maybe if you get another peek your brain will be satisfied enough to relax and let you fall asleep. Turning back on your side to face Shoto, you watch him intensely for a few minutes, monitoring everything from his chest rising to the movement of his fingers.
Only when you were sure he was dead asleep did you allow your hand to move down his body once again to lift the edge of his pants. The lower half of your body was throbbing, begging you to keep going, and against your better judgment you do.
You bring your other hand down his abdomen, taking the time to admire the hard muscle under his soft skin. You peek up at his face once again to confirm he was still soundly asleep and take the leap wrapping your fingers around his length.
He shifted around, a small groan leaving his lips and for a second you were sure you had been caught but once he settled into a new position he returned to his sedated state. You let out the breath you had been holding and looked down at your hand, the sight itself nearly set you over the edge.
His cock was still soft under your grip, the skin so warm against your palm. Deciding to push your luck you slowly bring your hand up the length of his cock memorized by the way he felt under your touch.
With each pump of your hand, his cock grew in size until it now rested on his lower stomach, nearly touching his belly button. You continue to stroke him, enjoying the new sensation his erect cock created. You loved watching the way his foreskin would travel up to cover the head of his cock as you moved your hand up and then retreated down to expose the head of his cock as your hand neared the base of his erection.
You were so focused on the movements of your hand you did not notice the body underneath you begin to shift around. Tightening your fist you use the precum now gathered at the tip of his cock to slick your fingers, making it much easier to pump your hand.
You could feel his cock begin to throb and grow more excited wanting nothing more than to watch Shoto fall over the edge. You press your body against his even more waiting to see as much as you could but when you were sure he was only a few pumps away from finishing a strong cool hand wraps around your wrist halting your movements.
Immediate dread fills your chest when a groggy voice asks, “What are you doing?”
You immediately release your hold on his cock and try to escape out of the bed but the hold on your wrist keeps you in place.
“I’m sorry,” you cry, trying to slip your hand free, “I’m so sorry Shoto.”
Shoto uses his hold on your wrist to pull you closer. You had no chance of pulling away, he was much stronger than you.
“Darling what were you doing?” he asks again, his voice only filled with concern.
Your throat tightens as panic starts to take over, he was going to kick you out. You ruined everything. You try again to free your hand wanting to get as far away from your mistake as you could but he held you firmly, pulling you in even closer until he was able to wrap his arms around you, pressing you against his chest.
You wiggle your body trying to escape his hold but his hold was unrelenting. He used his hand to pet your back, mumbling soft words trying to get you to calm down. You go limp in his hold, giving up escaping, you made this bed now it is time to lay in it.
“Are you ready to talk now?”
You shake your head burying your face into his chest to hide.
He sighed, gently prying your face from his chest so he could see you, “I am not mad, I just want to know what all that was about.”
Heat fills your cheeks as you think about what you had been doing only moments ago to Shoto. You took a deep breath, you owed him an explanation no matter how much you wanted to hide away.
“I was curious,” you mumble, eyes looking anywhere but at the man in front of you.
“Curious? What were you curious about?”
You use one of your small fangs to bite the inside of your cheek while you tried to think how you could explain without making it even worse. “It started out admiring your face while you were sleeping,” you cringed. That sounded terrible when you said it out loud but you keep going. “Before I knew it my eyes traveled down there,” you pause gathering the courage to finish your explanation, “And I could not stop myself from looking.”
“You did not stop there though, why were you touching me?”
“I tried resisting,” you looked up to meet his gaze for the first time needing him to understand, “But after I looked the first time I could not fall asleep no matter what I tried.” You press your thighs together remembering the throbbing that was there earlier. “I thought if I acted on my curiosity and got it out of my system I would be able to fall asleep.”
“Did it help when you acted on your curiosity?”
“No,” you whine, “It made it worse.”
“So do you want to continue?” He asked, his voice calm.
Your eyes widen, “Wait, really?”
“I don’t see why not, if it will help you sleep I am happy to help.”
“You’re not mad at me?”
He shrugged, “there are worse ways to wake up, though I would prefer you ask before you do it again.”
The familiar warmth returns to your lower body, “Are you sure?” You try to keep the excitement out of your voice not wanting to sway him into a decision he may regret.
He held up his finger, “You can have full access to my body on one condition.”
You eagerly nod your head ready to agree to just about anything if it meant your hands could return to touching his body.
He leans in closer until his mouth is only inches away from your ear, his hot breath fanning over your neck, “When you have had your fill exploring I get a turn exploring you.”
“Huh?” Your body jerks backward away from his mouth, “You want to explore me?”
He smiles, “Yes darling, I want to explore your body.”
Your mouth slacks open and your eyes widen. Of all the things he could have asked of you this possibility never crossed your mind.
He scoots in closer to where you had drifted, his fingers lightly brushing against the outside of your thighs. “Unless that is too much for you?”
You look down to the bulge in his pants and nearly moan as you make out the wet spot near the top of his cock. Damn it you would do anything to have your hands around him again. “No, that sounds fair,” you stutter, unable to hide how the idea really made you feel.
He pushed himself back, resting his weight on his elbows and leaving his legs slightly spread to give you plenty of room to settle in between them.
“Alright, then what are you waiting for,” he gestured to his lower half, “please continue with your adventure.”
You have no time to even reflect on the consequences of your decision and instead rush forward, settling in between his spread thighs. You waste no time grabbing the sides of his pants and pulling down the material letting his cock spring up and onto his stomach.
You nearly wept on the spot being able to see his member without anything in the way. The soft hair at the base of his cock was colored the same way as the hair on his head making you suppress a giggle. “The carpet matches the drapes huh?” You tease.
He brings his elbow up to cover his eyes and groans, “You are lucky Denki already informed me about that joke otherwise you would have had to explain it to me.”
You laugh, dragging your fingers up his thigh, “has this friend also explored you?”
“Ha no, he is simply an idiot with no filter who loves to say obscure sayings.” He looks down at you with a look in his eyes you have not seen before, “The two of you would get along.”
“Well,” your hand brushes across his inner thigh as you draw slow lazy circles in his skin, “I do have one thing in common with Denki,” your hand slides up and you circle your hand around his cock, “We both love to tease you.”
Not waiting for his response you drag your hand up watching with fascination as his abs under his shirt grow taut as you stroke his cock. Wanting to see more you use your free hand to lift up his shirt exposing the soft skin of his stomach where you watch the muscles flex along with each pump of your hand.
Shoto could no longer speak, instead, his gaze had widened as he watched you stroke his cock. You missed the sound of his voice and were determined to have it return. You bring one hand down to cup his heavy balls and without thinking bring your mouth to the tip of his cock, licking across the slick slit, cleaning away the bead of precum that had accumulated.
Your effort was instantly rewarded with a soft moan leaving Shoto’s spread lips. Wanting to hear more you open your lips and take the head into your mouth. Instantly his hands settled on your shoulders, his fingers digging into the muscles there. Emboldened by his reaction you relax your jaw and push your mouth down more making sure to tease the underside of his cock with your tongue.
The soft moans grew desperate the closer you came to the bottom of his cock. You were nearly choking, your mind grew fuzzy but you kept going, addicted to the sounds he was making. Only when black spots started to appear did you bring your head back up, settling on sucking on the tip while your other hand stroked the base.
His fingers tighten to a bruising hold, panting as you move your mouth in time with your hand working to drive him over the edge.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his head falling back exposing the column of his neck, “Please don’t stop.”
You moan around his cock, pleased at his reaction, and suck even harder, your cheeks hollowing. His moans grow even more guttural and his cock begins to throb in your mouth.
“Wait,” He panted, pushing against your shoulders, “Fuck baby I’m going to-” a whine leaves his throat as you lick a line up the length of his cock.
“Come? Are you going to come?” You laugh while pumping your hand slick with spit and precum, “Then come baby, I want your taste on my tongue,” and with no delay you wrap your lips around him once more just in time to catch the spurt of cum on your tongue, taking the time to swallow every ounce until he gently pried your mouth away with a pop.
“Too sensitive,” he said through gritted teeth when you gave him a confused look.
“Oh,” you huff trying and failing to hide your disappointment at losing your new toy.
“Don’t worry,” he mumbled brushing back a strand of hair covering your face, “You can have plenty of time to explore later, but now it is my turn.”
His words were a cold bucket of water thrusting you back into reality. You had been so excited to explore him that you completely forgot about the deal you had made earlier.
“Oh, are you sure you want to do that now, I know you must be tired?”
He smirked, pushing himself up and closer to you until his face was only inches from yours. “Oh, I am not tired, in fact, I am just getting started. You had your fun,” He looked down to the apex of your thighs, “now I want mine.”
You press your thighs together, unable to hide the effect his words had on you. The look on his face reminds you of a cat sneaking up on its prey, waiting for the right moment to strike. “What are you going to do?” You ask, your voice shaking.
He gently pushed against your shoulders, lowering your body until your back was against the futon, “Don’t worry darling, I promise you will enjoy my exploration.”
His hands trailed down your abdomen, taking their time to circle around the sensitive skin as they descend. You watch with wide eyes as one hand settles on your hips, keeping you still as the other hand slips under the elastic band of your pants. You were not wearing underwear so his hand made direct contact with your throbbing erection.
A low moan leaves his throat when he finds the wetness already gathered at the tip, giving away how excited your body was for his touch, “Fuck, you got this hard from sucking my cock?”
You could only whimper when you tried to answer him, the hungry look on his face too overwhelming for your mind to process.
“You did, didn’t you?” His gaze lowered, mesmerized by the wet spot on your pants, “You are that excited from having your lips around me.” His body lowered until he was settled in between your spread thighs.
His hand on your thigh grabbed the edge of your pants and tugged down until the pants slipped off your body, settling around your ankles allowing you to kick off the material. With your last shield gone, there was nothing impairing his view. You squeeze your eyes shut unable to look as he takes in the sight.
You both sat frozen for what seemed like hours until his hand resumed its position on your hip, gently pushing your hips down, caging you to the ground. His other hand trialed up your inner thigh, making soft circles until they reached your center.
You held your breath unsure what he was going to do next. You crack open one eye only to see his hand reach up and wrap around the base of your cock. He let his eyes linger on your sex, taking in every inch. For a second your fear coursed through your veins as you wondered if something was wrong, what if he did not like what he was seeing? You slam your eyes shut again not wanting to see a look of disapproval come across his face.
His warm breath fanned across your skin for another minute leaving you writhing under him. You yelped when a warm liquid dripped directly onto your tip and ran down your cock. You immediately lift your head to peek down and gawk at the lewd sight. Shoto had a string of saliva dripping from his tongue onto you.
Your thighs trembled as you forced yourself to keep them spread, your mind shutting down as he continued to drip more of his warm spit onto your sex. Only when you were absolutely dripping did he bring his tongue back into his mouth and move his hands to settle under your ass, tilting your hips until your ass was in his direct line of action.
You bring your hands up to your face, hiding away as his warm, slick tongue dragged up the length of your cock, gathering the mix of both your juices and bringing them into his mouth. He groaned, “Good thing I let you explore first,” he slid one finger around your clenching entrance, “Because I could come just from the taste of you.”
“Shoto,” you whine, pushing your palms into your eyes so hard you could see small stars forming, “You can’t say things like that.”
He chuckles, “Why not? It’s true, you taste so good I could play with your cock for hours and still crave your taste.”
“Y-You are evil,” you whimper, your legs shaking as his finger circling your entrance slowly breaches the tight ring of muscle.
“Huh, what was that?” He teased, adding another finger to your entrance, stretching your open hole even wider.
“You are evil,” you hiss, the burn of the stretch adding to the pleasure.
“Evil?” He brought one hand down to fondle the weight of your balls, “If being evil means I get to tease someone as beautiful as you like this, I think I chose the wrong career path.”
A third finger joins the others, twisting around inside you while his mouth lowers, taking you completely into his warm embrace. You have to reach down and bury your fingers into his hair, needing something to hold onto while he pushes you further than ever before.
“That’s it,” he purred, curling his fingers upwards, “Hold onto me baby.”
You mewl at his words, tightening your fingers even more. If your hold on his hair was painful he hid it beautifully, working even harder to elevate your pleasure. It was a wonder you had not yet passed out, your chest heaving as the tingling in your abdomen started to spread making it hard to do anything but feel.
Too focused on how you were feeling you had no warning before his mouth took you in again, he continued to sink down until his nose brushed your lower stomach. Your back arches off the bed, your hips pushing up to meet his mouth while your feet scramble up so you can escape the intense pleasure.
Groaning at your reaction he brings your thighs to rest over his shoulder, wrapping his arms around the trembling limbs.
The fingers in your ass twist up, pressing against something inside you that created a new visceral pleasure. The combination of his mouth and fingers was too much, you try to pry his head away, the oncoming wave too overwhelming.
He easily swatted away your shaking fingers, redoubling his efforts to push you over the edge, his head now bobbing in time with his fingers. Unable to escape you toss your head from side to side unable to even breathe, your muscles wound too tight.
“Shoto!” You breathlessly cry out as the tension finally releases and strong electric pulses flow through your skin. Your soft thighs shake around him as his tongue and finger continue to drive you higher. You were helpless to do anything but feel, your muscles clenching and releasing with each wave to release. Your small convulsions only encourage Shoto who continues to swallow your release, only stopping when your body goes lax under him, your thighs falling open.
He gives your swollen cock one last lick, enjoying the sight of his hard work. Your heart still pounded against your chest as you take shallow breaths, your body still recovering.
Taking mercy on you, Shoto removes his fingers from your quivering hole and places a soft kiss on your lower stomach, his lips tracing up your skin until he reaches your mouth. Using the little energy you had left you raise your head to meet his lips, opening your mouth to let his tongue in to explore.
He moans into your mouth, his tongue tracing the line of your teeth before diving in deeper, teasing your tongue. The erotic flavor of your juices on his tongue was almost enough to send you over the edge again You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in closer, needing to touch as much of him as possible.
He pulled his lips back, “I am not going anywhere, you don’t need to worry.”
You bury your head in his shoulder, taking in a deep breath of his scent, “I want to be closer with you.’ You mumble, hoping he would understand what you needed.
His breathing stopped for a second but his arms tightened around you, holding you close to his chest.
“Are you sure?”
You nod, “Please.”
He lifted himself onto his elbows, looking down to see his erection pressed against yours.“There is no going back from this,” He looks back up, his eyes holding a new emotion, “If we do this I won’t ever let you go.”
Your throat tightens, “Promise?”
“Fuck,” He says breathlessly, “I promise baby.”
He moves his torso back until he sat in between your spread legs on his knees. He raised your hips to rest on his thighs, “You look so fucking sexy right now spread open and waiting for my cock,” he smiled.
“Tomorrow during my patrol all I am going to be thinking about is how pretty this ass will look stretched open and full of my cum.”
You whimper too excited by his words to speak.
“You like that idea baby, like the idea of me filling this pretty hole to the brim with my cum?”
“Yes,” you sob, wanting him to touch you more. He lifts one of your legs forcing your foot to rest on his shoulder opening you up even more.
“Maybe we will get lucky and I will breed you on the first go. Fuck, how hot you would look swollen with my our child.” He brings the head of his cock to your ass.
“Though I also like the idea of keeping you in this bed, filling you up every night until we get lucky.” He pushes his cock down, lining it with your entrance, “We would have to get a plug for your ass, making sure to keep all of the cum inside.”
His hips thrust forward, the tip of his cock breaching your tight entrance. He gives you a second to adjust, his hand now encasing your sex.
“I think four would be enough to keep you busy every day, I can’t have my baby bored while I’m at work.”
“Shoto,” you lip your hips wanting him to move deeper, enjoying how his thick cock stretched you open.
“But fuck I don’t think I could ever stop breeding you.” He continues to sink into you, watching your face for any sign of distress.
“Even when you are pregnant with our child I will have to keep you full,” he groaned, finally bottoming out inside you, “That way everyone knows just who you belong to.”
“My sweet baby, so perfect and all mine,” he brings your hand to his chest letting it rest over his heart. You peek down to where you were joined and nearly short circuit at the sight of his cock buried inside you.
Shoto’s hip pulls back, dragging his cock out and leaving you feeling strangely empty before snapping his hips forward creating friction even stronger than his fingers. He gives you no time to adjust before he falls into a rhythm, using his hips to pound you into oblivion while his hand winds the rope inside you even tighter.
You reach to your side, gripping a hand full of the blanket as he continues to thrust into you. He leans his body forward, pushing your leg closer to your body so his free hand can settle on your chest, pinching one tight peak in between his fingers and tugging on the bud in time with his hips.
The triple threat left you scrambling, the tension inside your building with each well-placed thrust. It was all growing too strong too fast. Your mind grew hazy leaving you helpless to do anything by lie there and be used by him.
He must have sensed a change because he grew even more relentless, lifting your hips to change the angle of his thrusts, now hitting a new spot inside you creating a new deeper pleasure.
The rope inside you started to fray, your breathing growing more desperate as your muscles tightened, your tail curling and legs trembling.
“That’s it, baby,” he groans, feeling you benign to tighten around his cock, “Let yourself go, I’ll be right here to catch you.”
A loud whine ripped from your throat as the energy gathered in your body released at once sending you spiraling into nirvana. You could feel your hole clench down his thick cock, milking him as the orgasm continues to ripple through your body.
Shoto did not slow his teasing, instead using his hand to continue to stroke you, drawing out your pleasure until you were a puddle too weak to even move your fingers.
Only when he was sure he had squeezed every ounce of pleasure from you did his soft moan begin to fill your ear as his dick pulsed inside you. You could feel his warmth fill your hole as he found his own release.
He lets your leg fall to the side and collapses on top of your body letting you enjoy the heavy weight of his body pressed against you before wrapping his arms around your back and turning you both onto your sides so he did not have to break the connection.
He presses his forehead against yours, trailing his fingers along the length of your tail. “I never thought I could feel this way for someone before,” he muttered, pressing another kiss to your forehead, “I have only known you a few hours and yet I want to bind myself to you in every way I can, never letting you go.”
You smile weakly, still dazed from how hard he made you come, “I have never felt so happy before.” Tears gathered under your eyes, “You are a dream I could have never imagined.”
His hands tighten around your upper arms at your confession, his throat too tight to speak so he settles on gently pressing his lips to yours letting his actions speak for him. You accept his affection, the soft kiss saying everything you needed to hear. When the kiss finally ends you rest your head on his outstretched arm, snuggling close to enjoy his warmth.
“I don’t want to fall asleep,” you whisper, “what if all of this is just a dream?”
Shoto rests his hand on the back of your head, “Sleep love, I will be right here when you wake up.”
You push yourself against him even more letting his reassurance lull you to sleep. It was the best sleep you had ever experienced, you even slept until well after the sun rose, not waking up until cold air hit the skin of your back.
You frown, turning yourself over to get completely under the covers and seek out Shoto’s left side. You blindly feel around the bed, seeking out his warmth but all you felt was cold sheets. Your eyes fly open and you scan the room, looking for any sign he was still there.
When every inch of the room had been investigated you slip on the clothes he had given you the night before and leave the bedroom. Maybe he was just eating breakfast and waiting for you to wake up. You make a circle around the house, even checking the bathroom to see if he was showering but there was no sign of him anywhere.
Trying to push down the panic rising in your throat you sit down under the warm kotatsu. Maybe he was just running a quick errand and was already on his way back. You bring your tail around to your lap, holding onto the end of it to try and gain some control over the spiral emotions storming through you.
You did not move from the table, it gave you a good view of the entryway. You sat and watched the door, waiting patiently for his return but with each passing hour, your hope dwindled.
Just as all confidence you had waned the lock on the front door turned and the door flung open. You spring from the table to rush over and greet Shoto. You knew he would not abandon you!
You round the corner to the entryway a large simile on your face as you ready yourself to jump into his arms and froze. It was not Shoto standing on the tile in the entryway but a woman with bright green flames for hair.
“Whoo sorry I am late, the traffic getting here was terrible.” She held out a coat that was resting over her arm.
“It is pretty cold out so I grabbed you a spare coat to wear.”
You take a step back from the stranger, “Who are you?”
“Oh shit, I forgot to introduce myself, didn’t I? I am Kamiji Moe also known as the hero Burnin! I am a sidekick at Endeavors agency. He ran into some trouble earlier with a group of villains so he sent me to pick you up instead.”
You wrap your hands around your waist looking down at the ground, “I don’t want to go anywhere without speaking to Shoto.”
She winces, “I know going to new places can be scary but I promise Endeavor located a great shelter for you. It will work to get you back on your feet and get you real-life skills so you can eventually live on your own. It even had a great cafeteria where they will cook for you and all the other hybrids every day.”
You shake your head, “ I won’t leave without seeing Shoto.”
Kamiji sighed, “I understand you want to talk to him but Endeavor made it clear you had to be out of the house by noon, that was the deal he made so you could stay here for the night.”
You bring your tail up to hold the appendage trying to keep calm, “Plans changed, I am staying here,” You insisted, looking at the ground.
“Look I understand you are nervous about going to a shelter but I really don’t have time for this. Right now there are villains swarming the streets hurting dozens of innocents and I am here stuck helping you instead of out there. I need you to come with me so that I can go and help Endeavor.”
Fat tears started to gather in the corners of your eyes, “You don’t understand Shoto-”
“No, you don’t understand. Endeavor stuck his neck out for you taking you here for the night he has been working for years to repair the relationship with his son after he fucked it up. If he breaks the promise he made last night it could set their relationship back even more. I will not let you get in the way of his hard work because you are nervous.”
You step back wanting to go back to the bed that still smelled of the night before. “Please, Shoto said I could stay here.”
“He said that? He said those exact words, that you can stay here.”
Your mouth falls open, “Well not those words exactly but-”
“But nothing, unless he explicitly said you can stay here I need you to come with me, please don’t make this harder than it needs to be. If he wanted you to stay he would have said so, is very blunt.”
You look around the room desperate, “Can you call him and ask, I am sure this is a misunderstanding.” But in the back of your mind, you wondered if maybe she was right, that he did not want you to stay. The little seed of doubt had been planted, cracking what you thought was a sound foundation.
She shook her head, “He is out in the field right now, I don’t want to distract him from something like this.”
You grasped desperately for straws but your hands were empty, you had no argument why she should let you stay here.
“Can you give me his number at least so I can call him later?” Maybe the shelter will have a phone you can use. Surely when he gets your call he will bring you back home.
“Sure, I’ll give you his number if you come with me, hell I’ll even let him know that you are going to call him after his shift ends.”
“O-Ok I will come with you.” you agree, wrapping your tial around your waist, your ears flat against your head.
“Great, I have a car waiting out front,” she shoveled the coat in her hands to you, “Like I said it is pretty cold out so put this on. Thankfully the care is already warm so you will only be out in the cold for a minute.”
You silently take the coat and follow her to the car, taking one last look at the house before stepping into the large black SUV. The drive to the shelter was not too long, Kamiji was on the phone the whole ride ordering sidekicks to different locations based on police reports.
Stepping into the shelter you felt numb, you knew people were talking to you but their faces blurred together. You did not care about any of them, you wanted Shoto back, this place smelled of sad broken hybrids.
Kamiji only stayed long enough to give one of the workers enough information for them to accept you into their shelter, leaving you with a small piece of paper with Shoto’s number scribbled on it. You clutch the paper tight to your chest, its presence the only thing keeping you calm.
You remember Kamiji’s order not to call until dark and wait by the phone, ignoring the workers as they try to get you to set up your new room. You did not see the point in getting settled when by the end of the night you should be back into his arms.
“Are you sure you don’t at least want to eat something, you need your strength,” A sweet hybrid asked, gently pushing a bowl of food towards your slouched form.
You shake your head, “No, I will eat with Shoto.”
She presses her lips into a thin line, “How about a few bites, just to keep your energy up that way when you see him you won’t be exhausted.”
“I don’t want anything,” you snap, instantly feeling terrible when her expression falls.
“I’m sorry,” you mumble, “I am too stressed to eat that is all, when he picks me up I will eat I promise.”
The nice hybrid shoulders sag, “Alright then I will check on you in a bit. It is dark out so after you make the call feel free to find me, I am usually in the library this time of day.”
You nod, wanting her to leave you alone so you could get the communal phone. You had been waiting hours to be able to call him.
For the first time all day you had energy, standing up you rush over to the phone, ignoring how you cut in line two other hybrids you eagerly dial the number scribbled onto the ripped paper, doubling checking to make sure you had every number right before pressing the call button.
The dial tone rang in your ear, taunting you while you waited. Agonizing seconds went by until an automated voice gave you instructions on how to leave a message. Hanging up the phone you call again, and again, and again. He would pick up the phone, he had to pick up the phone.
The people behind you begin to grow annoyed, telling you to call later but you ignore their angry jabs, dialing his number once more. He would pick up this time you were sure of it.
It is days later lying on the floor of your new room with the phone to your ear listening to the same automated voicemail that you realize he was never going to answer.
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summary:It has been weeks since the man you thought would be your forever left you. Just when you finally managed to get your life back on track, fate throws another wrench in your path.
“Here kitty kitty, I have a treat for you,” a crude customer laughed, holding a few hundred yen over the crotch of his pants.
You plaster a smile on your face ignoring how slimy his gaze made you feel, “Sorry sir I am not allowed to take tips from customers.”
He laughs, waving the money around, “No one is going to say anything, now come and get your treat.”
You lift your nose into the air pushing down the urge to bare your fangs, “I said I am not allowed to take tips but thank you for the offer.” You turn on your heels and leave to the front of the restaurant. You despised serving the VIP tables, they always tried to push your boundaries knowing no one would care about the complaints of a hybrid.
When you had first gotten the job at the restaurant a few weeks ago you begged to serve the VIPs needing all the money you could get to afford rent. It had taken a few weeks to prove yourself capable, the owners were still very traditional in their beliefs of hybrids. If only you had a time machine to go back and tell yourself to stick to the regular tables, they never tried to grab your ass.
“Number five,” the owner yelled your nickname from the kitchen, “In ten minutes we are seating another VIP table in room four.”
You take in a deep breath, “How many people?”
He waves his spatula at you, his eyes stern, “Three, and you make sure to treat them with the utmost respect, they are some of the best pro heroes in Japan.”
You give a quick bow, “Of course sir, I will be on my best behavior.”
He stiffly nods and goes back to cooking. You have served plenty of pros in the VIP rooms, the restaurant you worked at was close to a few agencies making it an attractive place to grab lunch.
“There you are,” Yumiko, your coworker, growled prowling towards you, “I thought I told you I would cover you today so you could rest!”
You roll your eyes, “My heat is not due until late tomorrow, I am fine to work today.”
“What if it comes early, it is not safe to be around humans during your heat.” She yells, gently holding your shoulders.
You shake her hands off, “Trust me I know how humans can be.” You look around making sure no one is listening, “Rent is due soon, I can’t afford to take a day off work on the off chance my heat might come early.”
“Off chance!” she screeches, “Heats are not an exact science, you are so close one small smell could throw you into it early. I can already start to smell it on you.”
You cringe not liking the idea she could smell you like that. She was the only other hybrid you had ever been close to, it was easy to forget when you are surrounded by humans that others could smell you. “It will be fine, hybrids rarely ever come in here and humans cannot smell it, besides I only have a few hours left.”
Yumiko’s lips tightened into a thin line, “Then let me cover those few hours and go home to get some rest, do you even have a nest made?”
You cringe, there was no way your inner omega would allow you to build a nest in your apartment. While you may work in a nice part of town you could only afford to live an hour away in an area riddled with crime. You could not relax enough to allow instinct to take over and build a nest.
“No, I was not planning on building one this heat.”
Her mouth fell open, “Not making a nest, how are you going to get through this heat without a nest?”
You shrug, “I have never really had a nest anyways, my old master was an asshole.”
“Do you at least have a partner lined up to help you through it?”
“Oh god no,” you scoffed, gathering the menus from the tray, “I can take care of myself, I always have.”
Yumiko looked ready to rip her hair out, “You are crazy, I am friends with a crazy person. Not only are you going through heat alone without a nest, but you are also working until the last minute. What if a train is delayed or-or breaks down?”
“Then I will take a bus,” you adjust the hat on your head and behind walk to the VIP room.
‘What if the bus is late?” She yelled, following close behind you.
“I will call a cab,” you reply over your shoulder.
“And if you have no cell service?”
“Yumiko, thank you for your concern but trust me when I tell you I can take care of myself. I have been dealt plenty of shit cards and have managed to deal with all of them. I know my body, my heat is not even close” your voice softens, “But thank you for worrying about me.”
Her shoulders deflate, her ears flattening to her head, “Promise to at least call me if you need something.”
You smile, “Of course, I promise.”
She looked to the front room, “Well I guess I am going to grab lunch then, Yuki does not get off work until late tonight so I will have to find something to do.”
“There is a new hybrid romance out in theaters,” you suggest.
“But I wanted to see that with you,” she whines.
“No way,” you laugh, your throat tight, “I have no interest in watching a human fall in love with a hybrid. Why would I pay to torture myself.”
“Oh, I’m sorry I forgot,” She squeezes her hand around your wrist. “You will find someone someday. Someone who loves you more than anything, who be just as addicted to you as you are to them.”
You bite your trembling bottom lip, “I thought I already had.”
Her face crumbles, “Loving a human is one of the hardest things I have ever allowed myself to do. They are not compelled by their instincts like we are and will never feel the pull of a mating bond.” She pulls you in closer, her hands cupping your chin, “But they can love us in many other beautiful ways. You will find someone who will adore you the way you deserve, who would never imagine leaving your side. Sure your first love did not work out and that is awful but you deserve to let yourself find love again. ”
You pull back, not letting yourself feel the hope she wished to inspire in you, “Thanks for the pep talk but I really have to get back to work, my table is going to be seated any second.”
“Remember what I said if you need anything call me!” She waves her finger, “If I find out you did not ask for help I will be seriously pissed.”
“Yeah, yeah,” you wave, walking to the VIP room. You press the menus close to your chest when a brief hint of an intoxicating scent filled your nose. It made you want to fall to your knees and push your ass up in the air, begging whoever the scent belonged to take you home. You shake your head, giving your cheeks a few slaps to snap out of it, you had work to do, there is no time for thinking like that.
You take in a deep breath through your mouth, you could not afford to skip the rest of this shift, you needed to just get through the day and you will have three days off to get this out of your system.
You knock on the thin door giving the occupants a warning of your arrival before sliding it open. Two people sat next to each other, a large man with green hair and a smaller woman with pink cheeks. They were whispering to each other, their faces full of worry.
“Hello, I will be your server today, thank you so much for choosing us to dine with today,” you place the menus down onto the table, “Is everyone here?” you ask wondering if the third had canceled.
“No,” the woman answered, “We have one more coming but he is taking a call outside, he should be in any minute.”
“Oh, would you like me to get you drinks while you wait?”
“Yes, that would be great,” the large man answered with a tight smile.
You do not bother to scribble down their drinks orders, leaving the sad-smelling room to grab some green tea. You wonder if they had a bad day at work, being a hero could not be easy. Sure you had difficult customers but you could not imagine constantly dealing with some of the worst people in society every day.
With the drinks in hand, you make your way back to the room, pausing to figure out how to knock with your hands full.
“I am worried about him,” the muffled voice of the woman said from behind the door, “Have you seen how tired he looks, I don’t think he has slept in weeks.”
“He has not slept since he was discharged from the hospital,” the man groans, “Not that I can blame him, if you disappeared I would act the same.”
“Oh Deku, what are we going to do? We have the best team out there looking for him and we still have nothing, not even a trace. How could he disappear like this, it is as if he never existed.”
“I don’t know, the shelter says they have no record of him and his fingerprints are not in the system. Getting hybrids to speak to us is like pulling teeth, they are very loyal to their own kind so even if they knew where he might be they will never tell us.”
“Maybe we could hire a hybrid to ask around?”
“No hybrid would choose to betray their kind like that,” Deku slammed his fist onto the table, “We will just have to keep looking, giving up is not an option, if we cannot find one missing hybrid how can we call ourselves heroes.”
“But Deku, what if something has happened to him, there is a large black market in this city for hybrids, he could have easily been picked up by them.”
“We cannot afford to think that way, we have to hold out hope we will find him. The consequences are too great to be thinking otherwise.”
Your breathing sped up as you listen to their conversation, why were they looking so hard for a missing hybrid. The human will be fine, it is not as though humans feel the effects of a broken bond, once they decide a relationship is over they can just leave, not even bothering to explain.
“How much more can he handle Deku, I have never seen a man so broken.”
“He will have to last a little longer, he is stubborn, he will not give up until he is back in his arms. So we cannot give up either, we will expand the search to more providences, he has to be around here somewhere.”
“I hope you are right,” she sighed and they both fell silent. You wait a few more seconds increase the start speaking again and knock.
“I have brought your drinks, are we still waiting on your friend?” You set the teapot down and bring two cups to sit in front of them.
“Yes, but I know what he will want so we will go ahead and order if that is ok,” the man answered holding the menu.
“Of course,” you smile, pretending their earlier conversation did not affect you. “What can I get for you?”
“We will have the-” his voice drowns out by the mouthwatering scent from earlier filling the air. Your breathing stops and you whip your head around, it was not possible, he could not be here!
But it was, standing right behind you was the man who had offered you the world and then ripped it away. You both stood still his eyes wide with the shock. He must be horrified by the idea of finally having to confront the trash he threw away.
You do not bother thinking, letting instinct take over your turn, and run past him into the front of the restaurant looking desperately for Yumiko. You spot her by the table near the door slurping up her lunch.
“Don’t let him get to me!” you screech, running frantically past her table.
Yumiko looks up from her lunch, her eyebrows raised, “What?”
“It’s him!” you yell praying she would understand when you see his hair out of the corner of your eyes.
A spark of recognition lights in her eyes before her lips curl up with rage. You may hate Shoto for what he did but no one on earth despised him more than Yumiko. The two of you spent more nights than you would like to admit drunk ranting about all the things you wanted to do if you ever saw him again.
She leaped out from the chair stepping in his path to you. You can hear him yelling but you do not look back, running out the door to the street. You don’t have much time, Shoto was a pro hero who could easily wipe the floor with Yumiko, you needed somewhere to hide and fast.
A large burst of ice erupted behind you flooding the streets behind you. Fuck, he must be right behind you. Lifting the traditional kimono you were forced to wear for work you go into a full-blown sprint, your heart pounding against your ribs as you make your escape. You make sure to make as many turns as you could hoping you would be able to lose his trail.
“Wait!” the feminine voice from earlier yelled, “Please, we just want to talk.”
You shake your head, they must have split up to look for you. A sound strategy when they could not smell like you could. You had never been more grateful for taking the time to explore the area during your lunch breaks than now. There was a small hiding spot only a few blocks from here you should be able to hide away in until they gave up looking.
Your lungs burned, a bloody taste filling your mouth as you continued to push yourself until the woman’s voice grew fainter. Sharply turning down another alleyway the hiding spot was in your sight, you could make it!
“Baby!” Shoto’s desperate voice yelled, stepping out from the street in front of you. You almost lose your balance, your weight rolling to your heels.
“Please, listen to me,” he begged, his voice hoarse.
You take a split second to take in his appearance. He looked awful, his one breathtaking eyes now dull, his hair uncombed and uniform wrinkled. But what really caught your eyes was the expression his face held, it was as if he had seen a miracle.
You shake your head, turning your body to run the other way. Deku steps out from the other side of the alley blocking the exit, his hands out to the side palms facing up, “we mean you no harm.”
You twist your head around looking for some way to escape from them. “Baby please, I need to talk to you.”
Tears spill out onto your cheeks, panic takes over, you could not handle this right now, you could not handle hearing the excuses he wanted to give. You waited for a week to hear his voice, never leaving the phone in case he called. But he never called! He abandoned you just like master. He took what he wanted from you and left. All the sweet soft words he whispered to you while he held you to his chest were lies.
“We have been looking all over for you,” Deku takes a step closer, “My office is nearby, why don’t you follow Shoto and me so we can talk in private.”
You slam your hands over your ears, blocking out their words and trying to think of a way out of this. Come on think, how could you escape, there had to be an escape route.
Shoto’s scent grew stronger, you knew he was getting closer but running now was not useful he would be able to just freeze you in place, you needed to think! But the closer he got the cloudier your thoughts became, the heat in your lungs now paling in comparison to the warmth rapidly growing in your lower abdomen. You stop breathing. No, no this can’t be happening.
But it was, of all the times for your heat to arrive it decided to show its face now. The familiar burning rips your veins, rapidly sending your body into overdrive.
“Hey, you get away from him” Yumiko screams, pushing the man behind you away and taking you into her cold arms.
“Fuck, this is bad,” she cries, letting you rest your weight into her arms. “Shit, you fucking asshole,” she yells, slowly falling to the ground bringing you with her. “This is all your fault, you piece of rotting shit, if I did not have to hold him I would rip your throat out.”
“Hurts,” you groan, your body trembling. Nothing like this has ever happened before, normally a heat takes hours to get to this point.
“What is going on, what is happening to him?” Shoto’s panicked voice asked.
“Why do you care what happens to him? You did not care when you abandoned him at a shelter.” Yumiko felt your forehead with her palm, “Damn it, you are already burning up.”
“I know this all looks bad,” Shoto fell to his knees in front of Yumiko, “But please give me the time to explain.”
“Explain what,” She growled, baring her teeth, “How you got your dick wet and left? I don’t want to fucking hear it now that you have realized your mistake. Now if you ever cared even an ounce for him leave us alone, your presence is not helping right now.”
“No,” Shoto shifted closer, trying to get a look at your flushed face, “tell me what is going on or I will freeze you and take him anyways.”
“You are a real asshole, what kind of hero threatens an innocent helpless hybrid?”
If your pain was not debilitating you would burst out laughing at her comment.
“Helpless,” Shoto scoffed, “You almost ripped my throat out in the restaurant, if I had not put up the ice wall I would be bleeding out right now.”
“And you would have deserved it too,” her hand pets your cheek, her eyebrows contorted, “He is in heat,” Yumiko wiped away some of the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes, “the stress of seeing you must have pushed his body into it early.”
“Heat, he is in heat?”
“That is what I just said idiot,” Yumiko pulls you in closer to her chest, “Fuck, I told him this could happen.”
“Is he going to be ok?” Shoto tried to reach out to touch your wrist but she swatted him away.
“No, when a hybrid is pushed into an early heat is can be traumatic. Heats start slow for a reason, his hormones are going haywire right now trying to catch up.” Yumiko’s face paled, “It could take hours before he will even be able to walk. Normally the presence of a partner could subdue the worst of it but he has no one.”
“He has me,” Shoto reaches out again, trying to take you from her arms.
“Who do you think you are,” she yells trying to pull you back into her lap.
“I am the man going to take care of him,” he growls, his voice deeper than you have ever heard. “Now let him go.”
“No way, he is not going with you,” she yanks on your arm to pull you down but Shoto was stronger, pulling your limp form into his arms. You hated how instantly the pain began to fade, your body satisfied for the moment being close to the person it deemed its mate.
“Baby, can you hear me?” He leans over, his mouth close to your ear, “I cannot imagine how you are feeling right now, but I need a nod or something so I know you can understand me.”
Against your better judgment, you slightly nod your head.
“There is a hotel around the corner,” Deku voice said from somewhere behind Shoto, “We need to get him off the streets.”
Shoto pulls you in closer, his arms under your knees and back. “Let my father know I will not be back to work.” He begins to walk ignoring the squawking Yumiko being held back by Deku.
The walk to the hotel is short, Shoto moving as fast as he could without jostling you around. The entire walk was agony, you could feel your mind slipping away, giving room for your inner omega to take control. Normally you can suppress this part of yourself, push it down and pretend it did not exist. Your heat was the only time this side of yourself was truly revealed.
Shoto kicks open the door to the lobby, not bothering to even pull out his wallet as the terrified clerk scrolled through the computer to find an available room. Being a hero must have its perks, not even a minute later Shoto had the room key in his hand and was stepping into a large elevator.
He pressed the button to one of the upper floors, “Hold on a little longer, we are almost there.”
You bury your face deeper into his chest, hating the way a soft purr manages to escape your throat. He wants you, he came back for you, why did you care if he left? He is here now, that is all that matters, right?
He takes the elevator up, walking down the hall he manages to slide the key into the lock while still holding you.
He uses his foot to close the door, slipping off his shoes he makes his way to the center of the room and sets you down into a soft large pile of blankets. Instantly you try to scramble to your feet, needing to be back in his arms. There was no way he could leave you if you were in his arms.
“Shh, baby, it’s ok, I am here,” he cooed, falling to his knees to settle beside you in the makeshift nest. You bury your nose in his neck, your tongue slipping past your lips to lick at the sensitive skin where his scent glands would have been.
“Baby we need to talk first,” he groaned, trying to gently push your mouth away from his neck. “There is so much I have to tell you.”
You bite down, growing impatient. Why is he not touching you? Does he not want you? You push yourself against him even more, not letting even an inch of space between you and him exist. You needed to show him how much you needed him, show him how good you could be, then he would not leave. This time he would stay, you would be good enough to make him stay.
“God,” he groaned, his head falling back as you suck on his skin, wanting to leave a mark on him, showing everyone that at this moment he was yours.
While your mouth held his attention your hand inches down his firm abdomen, taking the time to feel the strength of the muscles under your fingers as you slip your fingers under the waistband of his pants.
“Wait,” his fingers held a vice grip on your wondering hand. “Fuck, this is not what I had planned. I was going to take you back home and explain everything. I was going to make this right.”
You could care less about the words spilling out from his lips, you could only understand a few of them anyways. Your heat left you with one thought and one thought only, you needed him inside you, now.
You twist your wrist around, taking advantage of the sheen of sweat covering your skin to escape his hold and wrap your fingers around his girth. You both let out a groan at the contact, your inner omega pleased at the progress. You would have him breeding you in no time, filling you with to the brim until it was certain you were pregnant.
His cock was already hard, its warmth like a furnace in the palm of your hand. Growing bolder you flick your wrist, traveling up the length of his cock to settle around the head, preening when you encountered his precum already leaking out of the slit.
Your thumb drags over the mess, spreading across the tip of his cock. Soon this would be inside you and the unbearable heat would go away, Shoto is going to make all of this better.
“Enough,” he grabs ahold of your shoulders pushing you away.
Panic tightens your throat, the idea of being rejected too terrible to even comprehend. You needed him, why could he not understand that?
“Please,” you whine, trembling with need and growing hotter by the second. “Please Shoto, I need you.” You did not care how pathetic it sounded as you begged, you would do anything to convince him to help.
“Don’t beg,” he brought your hand to his lips, “Don’t ever beg for my help.” His eyes held a new light, the dullness in the alleyway long gone, “I am going to make this all better baby, I am going to make you feel so good. But I need you to listen to me, can you do that?”
You nod your head, willing to do anything if it meant he was going to take care of you.
“Good boy,” he muttered, carefully adjusting your weak body until you lie under him. Needing more you spread open your thighs, lifting your hips to present yourself, hoping, praying he would accept your offer.
“Oh, little omega I am going to make you mine,” he groaned, bringing one taut nipple into his mouth. He sucked on the tight bud, using his cool fingers to tease the other side. Rolling the nipple with his tongue, dragging his teeth over the tender skin. He was a terrible tease, never letting you feel too much pleasure before he changed what he was doing.
You grab ahold of his busy hand and push it lower to your eager cock begging for affection. Your slick already soaked through your underwear, the material clinging to your throbbing erection showing how much he truly affected you.
“Please Shoto,” you pull your underwear down and press his fingers against your straining cock, “I need you inside me.”
He released the suction on your nipple with a pop and blew against the wet skin, lazily watching how you tremble under him, “I know little omega, but first I need to make sure you are ready.”
Every time he called you by your designation a small shudder ripples through your muscles. Humans lack a secondary sex relying on their biological gender to determine their roles in society and relationships. Having a secondary gender was something you expected Shoto to push to the side and ignore, after all it had to be something he never dealt with before. But every time he called you an omega showed he understood your needs, understood you were not human and that he liked it.
The fingers you had dragged to your length mercifully wrapped around the base, your slick making it easy for his hands to glide as he begins to pump his tight fist. All the while his other hand shifted down further to circle your slick entrance.
With no choice but to accept whatever touch he was going to give you thread your fingers into his soft hair, using an anchor as two thick cold fingers enter your tight hole, curling up to stroke the spongy spot inside you. The visceral pleasure of his fingers was not as intense as the hand on your cock but together the sensations worked to drive you mad.
Soft whimpers left your throat as the fingers inside you spread apart, working your tight entrance open in preparation to take his fat cock.
“That’s it my omega, you are so perfect for me,” his tongue laps at the scent glands on your neck sending your pheromones into overdrive, you were almost positive your scent was strong enough that even a human-like Shoto will be affected.
A buried part of yourself flashed for a second reminding you that it did not matter if he liked how you smelled, after your heat was done he was going to leave, just like he had that day all those weeks ago. You shake your head, trying to focus on the moment. At least someone you know is taking care of you during your heat, even if all of this was temporary.
“I am never letting you out of my sight,” Shoto adds a third finger, twisting the digits to stretch every inch of your entrance.
“You are such a good omega, I am so pleased with you,” his head bent down to place a soft loving kiss against your scent gland.
His words were like magic, a balm on the burn of your heat allowing your tense muscles to finally relax. He was not leaving, he wanted you.
The lips on your neck trailed down your torso, his cool hands untying your clothes to easily push the material off your shoulders giving him unrestricted access to your chest. His pupils dilated as he took in the shape of your body, admiring how soft and warm you felt against his skin.
He could feel you trembling under his touch, your body wound tight as you desperately rolled your hips up to wordlessly beg him for more.
The fingers teasing your cock grew even colder, as though icicles were stroking you instead of fingers. The change in temperature was jarring, for a second you feared it was too much, your body unsure how to process the contradicting stimulus.
“You are so tight around my fingers,” his fingers shift, now stroking the underside of your cock. “It will take all my self-control not to come the second I get inside you.”
Your clench down on his fingers.
“Oh,” he smiled, gently biting down on your neck, “Do you like that idea little omega?”
“Shoto, please,” you cry, lifting your hip to try and deepen his touch.
“Now what did I tell you about begging? You want to be good for me, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“You want to be my good omega?”
“Yes, please make me yours.”
His head lifts from your neck, his gaze softening, “Darling, you are already mine.” He thrusts his fingers making sure each stroke placed pressure against the tender spot inside you. “And I am going to spend the rest of my life making sure you never forget that.”
When he spoke to your like that it was easy to believe him, believe that he wanted to keep you. You were too tired to deny his claim, letting yourself be duped into the fantasy he created as he worked your body higher and higher. You might as well enjoy his touch while you had it, even if he would leave you alone when it is all said and done.
The thrusts of his fingers remained steady but the hand on your cock grew more aggressive, the once slow strokes now working overtime to push in speed fanning the flame inside you until the small sparks of pleasure erupted into flames. The pleasure was almost unbearable as he continued to push your body further, admiring how you withered under him, your mouth open in a silent scream.
But it was not enough, before you could even come down from the first eruption of pleasure he was inching you closer to another, his beautiful fingers milking every ounce of pleasure out of your sloppy hole, leaving you no time to catch your breath before another wave of ecstasy crashes into you.
You were unsure how long he continued to tease you, the lewd sounds of his thrusts the only sound in the room. Only when you went completely limp underneath him did he finally withdrawal his fingers from your trembling hole. Despite the earlier pleasure, you found yourself whining at the emptiness you now felt the unbearable heat returning with a vengeance, insisting you be mated.
You did not understand why he stopped his assault on your senses until you felt the head of his cock settle at your entrance.
“Baby, when you’re heat is over you have to promise me that you will give me five minutes to explain.”
“What,” you claw at his back your hips lifting trying to slip the head of his cock inside you. “Explain what?”
“I know it is hard to think in heat, but please just promise to give me five minutes baby and I will give you what you want.”
For some reason you know you should not agree but the need for his cock overrode any self-preservation instincts you had left, “Alright,” your arms trail up his back to wrap loosely around his glistening neck, “I promise, now please mate me.”
“Gladly,” he groaned, his hips lurching forward plunging his thick cock inside you. Unlike the first time he bred you, he gave you no time to adjust as he breached your entrance. Your nails dig into the back of his neck, needing something to anchor yourself.
When his length fully sheathed inside you he drew his hips back, watching his slick cock leave your ass, your hole clenching him so tight it was a battle to not finish on the spot. The muscles of his neck were tense under your arms, his teeth clenched as he hissed out a breath, “Fuck I forgot how perfect you feel around my cock, it is like this hole was made for me.”
He started a punishing rhythm, each thrust aimed at bringing you the most pleasure, “You are mine,” one hand came up to wrap around your neck, “Do you understand omega? This ass belongs to me, this body belongs to me,” the fingers around your neck tighten stimulating the sensitive scent glands, “I am never letting you go.”
“Yes,” you lift your hips in time with his thrusts, his cock sinking impossibly deeper inside you. “I am yours.”
The hand on your neck tightens again making any rational thought dissipate into an abyss. You were his to use, his to please, he could take anything from you and you would happily give it.
Except he asked for nothing, he only continued to give, his fingers encasing the head of your cock, moving in time with his thrusts. But he was not done, he carefully shifted his legs, causing his cock to drag across the spot inside you making stars appear in your vision.
“I am going to breed you this time for sure,” he purred into your ear, “I am going to fill you so many times anyone walking down the street will know who you belong to.”
“Yes, please,” your back arches up, the thoughts of being swollen with his child filling your mind and satisfying a primal part of your mind. He would never leave if you had his child, he would be bound to you forever.
“Every time you leave the house my cum has to be dripping out of your hole, maybe I might even bend you over a table a few times while we are out just to show the world how much you belong to me.”
Your ass flutters around him, “Oh, do you like that idea little omega? Do you like the idea of the entire world watching as I breed your tight cunt? I have to admit I have never really liked being in the public eye but I do think it would be amusing to watch the jealousy on others’ faces as they watch me claim the most perfect omega.”
You hated how excited his fantasy made you feel, the idea of your mate claiming you while others watched was so lewd and yet you found yourself fantasizing about how hot it would be to have everyone watch your mate claim you. To have the entire world know that you belonged to him, the idea was intoxicating.
“Too bad I am the jealous type,” he groaned, his cock beginning to pulse. “I don’t want anyone to see the faces you make when my cock is inside you, I would have to kill them.”
His head leans down, his hands shifting out of the way to expose your vulnerable scent gland, “You smell divine darling, good enough to eat,” his teeth bite down gently on the glands sending brutal pleasure blasting through your system. Your inner omega was going haywire, ready to be claimed by their mate.
Shoto licked the bite mark he created, “Hm, do you think that is enough?”
His thrusts started to grow more erratic, his hair now wet with sweat, “Or should I bite the other side?”
You instantly toss your head to the side exposing your other gland to him.
He laughed, his lips brushing over the swollen skin, “So eager little one, I am glad that I still have that effect on you.” His teeth clamp down sending another mind-numbing wave of pleasure crashing into your system but this time was different, he did not release his bite. Instead, his tactical fingers move relentlessly, building you up higher and higher.
“Wait,” you cry out, the influence of heat receding to give you a second of clarity but it was too late, the onslaught of pleasure hit you like a runaway train. Your toes curl and your back arches off the bed, your mouth open as you shout out his name over and over.
His teeth dig into your neck even deeper, so hard you were sure he had broken the skin, and yet the only sensation you were able to comprehend was the euphoric pleasure radiating through your skin. You were too high on your pleasure to recognize when Shoto finally found his release, as soft groan against your neck as his cock pulsed inside you, his warm cum filling you.
Your shaking body relaxes under him allowing your mind time to catch up with everything that just happen now that your omega was satisfied. The haze of pleasure faded away quickly and the reality of what you just did slammed into your body.
“Get off me,” You hiss, ripping your arms off his body. “Get off me right now!” You push your palms against his chest, trying to shove him away, needing space to breathe, to comprehend the giant mess your heat just created.
“Darling you promised me five minutes, please just give me five minutes to explain.”
You shutter, his cock still deep inside you. Your chest grows tight, the pain from his bite on your neck no longer comforting.
“Get off of me!” you screech, pushing him away with all the strength you had. Shoto retreaded back out of the pile of blankets. You hated how empty you felt with him gone, damn your hormones, your own body a traitor.
“I-I need to leave,” you try to stand but your legs were too weak to hold your weight sending you tumbling back down into the pile of blankets. This was hell, your heat was still in full force and the smell of the room made you want to stick your ass up in the air and let Shoto have his way with you again.
“Baby,” he reached out trying to grab one of your hands but you snapped it out of his reach, his voice desperate, “I know I am the last person you wanted to see, and you owe me absolutely nothing but can I have five minutes to explain? I will never speak to you again after that if that is what you truly want.”
You look down your eyes beginning to sting, “What is there to say?”
“I would never have left you,” he reaches his hand out, stopping when he sees the distrust, “That morning I was called into work, a villain was holding an apartment building hostage. I barely had time to put on my uniform before I was out the door to assist.”
You bring one of the blankets up to cover your naked body, needing a shield from the man in front of you. How could he think he could make this better? He abandoned you at a shelter like a dog who peed on the carpet. And yet you practically begged him to have sex with you only minutes earlier. You wanted to curl up in a ball and hide, how could you be so pathetic to beg someone who had abandoned you?
“When I got there the police were frazzled, no one was sure what was really going on or who the villain was. I was the highest-ranking hero so they decided to send me in to try and rescue any civilians and subdue the threat.” His voice hitched, “When I got inside there was a villain with a quirk no one had ever seen before.”
Your ears perk up, watching his face as he continues. Despite your distrust in him, you could not deny that there was no sign of deceit in his body language or voice. You hated how much you trusted him despite what he had done.
“He was able to reach me in the blink of an eye, using his quirk to send me to the ground.”
You stop breathing, forcing yourself to keep listening, “The next thing I know there is a gas filling the air and I couldn’t breathe. All I could think about was you, how I left you all alone not even bothering to tell you where I was going. I thought I was going to die after finally finding you.”
Your eyes were now glued to his face watching every movement. What was he say?
“I woke up two weeks later in the hospital. They said one of the villains had some kind of poisonous gas quirk, the doctors said it was a miracle I even survived.”
“You got hurt?” you bring your tail around to your stomach, clutching the appendage. This was not possible, he had chosen to leave you, he did not want you. Right?
He sighed, his hands rubbing over his face, “Yeah, it was bad, they had to put me into a medically induced coma to buy time while they looked for a poison specialist. Even when they did find one it took another week for them to create an antidote.”
Shoto fell back, resting his arms onto his knees, “I woke up three days after they administered the dose.”
“I saw nothing in the news,” your body begins to tremble.
“My father made sure to keep it private, he did not want anyone to know what had happened, the public is already worried about the increase in villain attacks, if they had known one of the top five heroes was out it could have caused a panic.”
Your fingers start to numb you were holding onto your tail so tight but you could not allow yourself to hope just yet.
“I asked for you when I woke up,” his face crumbled, “But Kamiji told me she had taken you to a shelter.”
You watched in amazement as tears started to stream down his cheeks.
“When I checked my phone I saw all of the missed calls, I tried calling the number back but it said it had been disconnected. I went to the shelter she had taken you to but they said they had no record of your ever being there. I tried using some of the fingerprints in my house to locate you but you were nowhere in the database.”
He lets out a sob, “No matter where I looked I could not find you. It was as if you never existed. There were a few nights when I wondered if I had made up that night in my head. But then I would remember your smell, the way your eyes lit up when you were happy, how you would bury your nose into my neck.”
He sucked in a breath, his voice tight, “So I kept looking, even using my friends to try and gather information to try and find you.”
“You were looking for me?” you whisper in disbelief, this had to be too good to be true. Some kind of fantasy your mind is making up to bring your sad life some semblance of happiness.
“Every day I searched for you, I could not eat, I could not sleep, baby I fell apart without you.”
You could not believe what you were hearing, he sounded just like a hybrid who has lost their mate. “You were not ignoring me?”
“Never, god It felt like I could not breathe without you. I would have never stopped looking for you, I need you.”
A broken whimper leaves your throat, “I thought you left me.”
You pounce forward, pulling him into your arms and burying your nose into his throat letting your tears fall onto his skin. “I thought you did not want me anymore.”
His arms encase your body, holding you close, “I’m so sorry baby, I love you so much. I will never leave you again, I swear. I will do whatever it takes to make you feel safe again, I promise.”
Another sob rises in your throat, your mind still trying to wrap around everything he was saying.
“How, how could this have all gone so wrong?” you cry, pushing yourself against his bare skin seeking out as much of his touch as possible. “All this time I hated you, I never wanted to see you again.”
His strong arms wrapped around your waist pulling you in even closer his scent helping your frantic breathing slow.
“This is all my fault,” you whimper, “I should have waited at the shelter longer, I should have believed in you.”
“Shh, no darling, you did nothing wrong,” Shoto cool fingers drag up and down the length of your spine, “There was no way you could have known what happened, this is all my fault, I should have told someone before I left about you. One phone call to my father and I could have prevented all of this.” the hands-on your back still, “I was too distracted remembering the night before to even think about the deal I made with my father, my oversight is what caused this.”
“No, you had no idea this would have happened,” you insist.
“Darling, I am a hero, I know the risks of the job I should have thought ahead, I should have been better.”
“Please don’t blame yourself,” you meet his gaze, “This your fault Shoto, we both made mistakes but neither of us could have imagined this would happen.”
“If I can’t blame myself then you can’t blame yourself either,” he mumbles, his nose settling into your neck.
You give a small laugh, “Well when you put it that way. I guess we have to be mad at the universe.”
Shoto nods, “Yes, the universe can fuck off, I have been handed enough struggles, I am ready for my happy ending.”
Your bottom lip trembles, “What does this happy ending look like?”
He gently cups his hands under your chin lifting your gaze to meet his, “I cannot picture a happier ending than being by your side every day. Waking up and having you be the first thing I see in the morning,” His soft lips press a tender kiss onto the tip of your nose, “and the last thing I see before I go to bed.”
His lips gently kiss your forehead, “If I have you by my side there is no way I will not have my happy ending.”
You pinch his arm, “that sounds so cheesy Shoto.”
“Cheesy? Why would my happy ending have cheese?”
“No” you giggle, “Cheese means it sounds cliche.”
Shoto nods, “Oh, is this another one of those sayings people use?”
“Yes, it’s just a saying,” your hands wrap around his wrists, “What I am really trying to say is that you have to want more than just me by your side to make you happy.”
Shoto smiles, “Well I would love to have a few children but if I have you it will be enough to keep me happy forever.”
“Forever is a long time.”
Shoto smiles, his thumb brushing against the mark he left on your neck, “Not long enough.”
