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Being an omega isn’t easy. Being an omega /and/ a hero, then, is an utter nightmare.
It’s been only a few months since the 3-B class graduated from UA, yet Monoma Neito couldn’t be more exhausted.
Every day is a new struggle; no matter how capable he proves himself to be, there’ll always be those looking down on him. If not for his strength, then for his reliability as a hero. If no other excuses are found, then just for his secondary gender.
Omegas aren’t supposed to be heroes. They’re supposed to take care of their home and have pups. It’s all there is to them. Anything more and they’re considered abominations.
He already lost count of how many times his friends had to intervene when reporters started harassing him. Neito wonders if he’ll ever forget the day Kendou punched an alpha who tried to touch him. He smiles. /Of course not./
There is one good thing about being an omega, though, one Neito will never give up on: nesting.
There’s nothing more pleasant than jumping on that mountain of fluff after a hard day of work. It’s even better now that he knows there won’t be work the next day.
His body feels feverish already, the impending symptoms of his approaching heat.
Oh, the heat. Neito used to hate it when he was still in high school. Back then it was nothing but a full week of pain and misery, no relief or satisfaction through those days. It’s different now.
Neito doesn’t have to go through them alone anymore. And, mind you, his alpha is the best one he could’ve asked for.
It was a surprise to everyone when he and Tetsutetsu mated shortly after graduation. Neito himself was stunned silent when the alpha asked him to be his mate.
Not because he didn’t have feelings for Tetsu, no; it was Neito, the most undeserving of omegas, a jerk among jerks, who still can’t believe he’s worthy of the alpha’s love.
Tetsu may not be the smartest of men, but he has the most beautiful heart and kindest personality.
There’s no way any omega—or beta—wouldn’t fall in love with Tetsu after getting to know him properly. After three years of studying together and half a year as mates, Neito can say he knows the alpha pretty well.
He pulls one of the shirts from the pile that makes his nest.
The white shirt is a bit too big on him but Neito doesn’t mind. It carries his beloved’s scent, a surprisingly relaxing mixture of ozone and copper.
He relaxes into the nest, inhaling Tetsu’s scent to sleep. Neito doesn’t know how long passed until he wakes up.
The first thing he feels is the warmth. It’s hot, so, so hot he can barely move. His shirt is soaked in sweat by now and Neito is glad he removed his underwear before sleep, or else the boxers would be covered in slick.
His pheromones spread over the room, making the air heavy and heady with pure desire.
Neito pants, pulling his body up to a sitting position. He doesn’t dare touch himself.
In this state, any touch that’s not his alpha’s, even that of a toy, will just burn and hurt more than relieve. It’s the main reason omegas often mate young and why Neito hated spending heats alone.
This is not the same as back then, though.
He can hear the front door opening, the sound of Tetsu’s “I’m home” reaching him like the sweetest melody. Neito crawls to the edge of his nest, trying to get closer to his lover yet unable to leave the safety of his nest.
He swallows. “Tetsu!”
That’s all that’s needed.
Tetsu’s right there a second after, eyes wide, realization all over his face. His cheeks turn red when he sees Neito’s state—slick dripping down his legs, nothing but the alpha’s shirt covering his body and equally red cheeks.
He kneels in front of Neito and cups his cheeks with both hands. It’s hard to believe these hands were also made of steel, that such power lay right under his skin.
Neito saw him rip enemies apart with a single punch, yet now these very same hands touch him with so much care and gentleness it’s overwhelming to him.
Tetsu’s voice is softer than a whisper, but Neito can hear him perfectly. “Tell me, what do you need?”
There’s no need to think. Neito knows the answer by heart now. “You. I need you.”
His eyes close out of reflex. Tetsu’s lips are soft against him, more than Neito remembers. His large hands guide Neito to lie down. He holds onto his alpha, keeping him as close as he can.
Sometimes he forgets how much bigger Tetsu is compared to him; the reminder always sends a shiver down his body.
Tetsu lets go of Neito’s lips to descend on his neck instead. He drags his sharp teeth over Neito’s mating bite.
His reward comes right after, a moan sweeter than honey, filled with nothing but quiet pleasure and delight.
“Perfect,” Tetsu whispers against his skin. His hot breath makes Neito shiver. “My beautiful omega.”
Neito chokes out a laugh. “We talked about praises, Tetsu.”
His voice doesn’t sound nearly as scolding as Neito wishes it would. It’s impossible, especially when he’s stupidly aware of his alpha’s hard cock poking against his bare thigh and his mouth salivates just at the thought of taking his mate’s knot.
“Oh?” He can /feel/ Tetsu’s smirk against his collarbone. He places a kiss there, light and teasing. “So I can’t tell my mate how perfect he is? That there’s not a single moment I don’t think about him?”
“Tetsu!”
“How I /love/ his voice?” he continues, totally unperturbed.
“That his scent is the best I ever smelled? That being his mate still feels like a dream?”
Neito’s breath hitches, his face turning a brighter shade of red. Tetsu is wrong. /Neito/ is the lucky one.
Lucky to have Tetsu, to be his mate, to have this happiness… The words are stuck on his throat, unable to come out. He just holds his alpha, digs his fingers into surprisingly soft silver hair.
Tetsu keeps peppering his neck and shoulders with fleeting kisses.
The alpha’s fingers reach his soaked hole. They probe Neito’s entrance with patient curiosity—patience that Neito lost long ago. “Ngh—please, Tetsu. Please just fuck me.”
His pheromones are stronger than before.
Neito knows this, knows they’re the reason behind the shiver running in his alpha’s body. Neito loves him. Neito needs him. Now, more than ever.
“I don’t wanna hurt you,” Tetsu whispers. His whole body is tense against Neito, not any different from a bowstring ready to snap.
And, /oh/, does Neito want him to snap.
But that can come later. He knows all too well that Tetsu won’t stop when the next day comes, when his heat takes full control of them. Neito can wait until then.
For now, all he wants is to keep his beloved as close as he can, in the safe haven of his nest.
“You won’t. You’re the only one who’ll never hurt me.” There’s no doubt in his voice. Neito /knows/ it. “I can take it. Please…”
Tetsu shudders, then nods.
Neito glances between his alpha’s legs only to find a stupidly large bulge become a stupidly large cock. He swallows. How Tetsu could ever fit inside him is a mystery Neito has yet to figure out. He doubts any other alpha would be the same.
A shuddering sigh escapes Neito.
He’ll never get tired of how his alpha feels buried deep inside him. Tetsu’s cock stretches him to his limits, reaches places within him not even Neito knew about. He loves this feeling.
Tetsu’s thrusts are just like Tetsu himself—infinitely kind and careful, propelled by something raw and pure deep inside him. It doesn’t take long until that /something/ takes over and he gains speed and strength.
Neito throws his head back, moans leaving his mouth one after the other. A scream escapes him when Tetsu latches onto his nipple, sucking it through the dampened shirt. His body arches into the touch, unintentionally making Tetsu’s thrusts hit at a new angle.
“/Fuuuuuuck,/” Neito groans. He cums between their bodies, tainting Tetsu’s black shirt in white. He melts under his alpha, all energy leaving his body. If only he knew having sex with Tetsu was this good, young Neito would’ve done it long before.
His eyes are getting heavy when he hears a low, rumbling chuckle. Neito shivers, his eyes meeting Tetsu’s amused ones. His alpha is still buried deep inside him… And no knot at all.
The second he got home, Neito threw his shoes off and launched himself onto the couch face first, burying into a pillow and letting his legs rest. Not even five minutes later, he heard the door slam open, the scuffle of someone toeing their shoes off as fast as possible and, with no further ado, Setsuna flopped herself right on top of him. She heaved out a huge sigh and allowed herself to sink into his back as much as possible. It had been a hard week. It was no surprise she was as tired as him. They worked at the same agency—unfortunately, that meant they had the exact same week.
They laid there in silence, both of them simply resting. It was Setsuna who got up first, complaining that he wasn’t comfortable enough for her to really relax. Well, “got up” might be an overstatement: she pushed herself onto her hands and knees, just high up enough so Neito could roll onto his back and she could flop back down onto his chest. For a while, they stayed snuggled together like that, but it ended far too quickly when Setsuna’s work phone began to ring. With a grunt, she pushed herself off of Neito and down onto the ground so she could fish her phone from her purse. She gave it a deadly stare before smoothing her face out and starting in her hero (customer service) voice:
“This is Lizardy, what’s-“
There was panicked yelling over the phone, and Neito sat up just in case—it was really weird, though. If there was an emergency, then Neito’s phone also would’ve gone off.
“Listen, calm down. You just have to….I promise it’ll be okay, just send the other one in and explain….Nobody’s gonna care that you sent that, okay?….Good. Okay, then you’re fine, right? I’m hanging up now……Yes, goodbye…Bye.”
She hung up and stared at the phone as if she were contemplating /throwing it at the fucking wall,/ but tossed it back into her purse with a growl instead.
“What happened?”
“The fucking new kid. I told her she could talk to me if she had any questions, and apparently she decided that means she can cry to me about every little thing.”
She threw her head back onto the couch with a loud groan, turning to rub her forehead into the side of Neito’s thigh.
“…Neito,”
She turned to face him with a grin, showing off her pointed teeth, but she looked more like a snarling dog than her usual self. Her eyes bore into his, a determined glint that Neito knew better than to fight against.
“Wanna help me work off some frustration?”
——
“We’re at three fingers now, by the way. I thought you should know that.”
It didn’t matter. It truly didn’t fucking matter! The press of her fingers against the edge of his prostate was just one feeling amongst the many. Before Setsuna, Neito had never liked being completely dominated. He was okay with being a little submissive, but if anyone had dared try to handle him the way Setsuna did, he would’ve killed them. With her, though, he couldn’t help but melt under her touch. She held him down doggy style with her elbows against the top of his back to press him to the sheets and used her quirk to its fullest to touch him everywhere all at once: three fingers in his ass, two teasing just the tip of his dick, and the other hand pulling his head back as she ravaged his mouth with hers. One detached leg from the knee down rubbed against his taint and balls, keeping his ass hoisted up whether his hips could support him or not. She moved then, taking her thumb and pinky away from his tip, replacing them with the detached leg to press his dick between it and his own stomach while the fingers moved to play with his nipples, making him gasp at the new sensation. With a gentle suck to his tongue, Setsuna pulled away to grin at him.
“You’re really cute, Neito.”
He could only groan out a response as Setsuna pressed her leg harder upwards, adding pressure against his dick. He hadn’t even noticed that she pulled her fingers away to reform her hand before she delivered a hard smack to his ass. She rubbed the cheek when he whimpered, but rather than stay gentle she gripped it and pulled, exposing his dripping hole to the air.
“Do you think you’re ready, or should I keep prepping you? We can take allllll the time we need.”
Neito made sounds that vaguely sounded like ‘no’, but that wasn’t about to fly judging by the way Setsuna tightened her grip on his hair.
“Use your words, Neito, or else I won’t be able to know what you want. Tell me clearly, now.”
She let go of his hair then, letting his face fall into the mattress. It took a lot more strength to move his head to the side than it really should have, but he managed to get his mouth free enough.
“Please, fuck me.”
There was a pause where Neito worried she wouldn’t be able to understand his breathy croaks and prepared his heart to having to beg louder. Instead, a dildo was suddenly shoved into his hole, throwing his body forward and snapping his head up with a hoarse shout. He didn’t know when Setsuna split her lower half and put on her strap, but he did know he was very full of cock. The pressure against his prostate was the final push he needed to come. He felt himself shaking as the orgasm rushed his system and whited out his vision. He’d hardly got his bearings when he felt Setsuna pull back and slam into him. She’d put herself together once more, so the force of her thrust was stronger than that first one, and it left Neito gasping for air. She sets a brutal pace, forcing the dildo as deep as possible. She snarled as she pounded into him, taking out her frustration with smacks and rough grabs to his ass. She fucked him with vigour, pushing herself in over and over, forcing his knees to go weak and his upper body to fully collapse, the intense feeling toppling him with wave after wave of pleasure. Even though he had just come, he could feel his orgasm build until she finally gave some relief and roughly gripped his dick. It took no more than a handful of pumps to deliver him to orgasm again, a small amount of cum dribbling from his tip. She slipped the strap-on out and pulled back from his hips, leaving Neito to fall into a heap, twitching as the crisp texture of the top sheet pushed against his front. He wasn’t given a chance to level himself back into reality before he was yanked up by his hair, putting him face-to-face with Setsuna’s naked groin.
“You’re not finished yet, sweetheart—get to it.”
With no hesitation, she pressed herself to Neito’s open mouth, grinding down against his tongue to encourage him. She was already so wet, likely on the verge of orgasm herself from the rubbing motion against her labia. The pressure against her clit would definitely build her up with how she had thrusted her hips into him. Neito gave one last full lick over her before her grip tightened considerably, and her hips thrust right against Neito’s tongue as her orgasm hit. She twisted her hips as she started to shake, chasing every last drop of pleasure she could get and eventually collapsing, rolling over to squeeze her thighs together as she twitched. They laid like that for just a moment, letting themselves catch their breath, but Neito soon pulled himself up to be by her side. He threw an arm around her shoulders and snuggled his face into the back of her neck.
“Feeling better?”
She nodded sleepily, ready to pass out, but Neito didn’t let her.
“We have to clean off now, come on. I’ll shampoo your hair in the bath.”
