Simping Smut Writer

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.”