Fictional Character Simp

alpha izuku who’d give anything to court you, from scenting you when he thinks you’re not paying attention to picking fights with other alphas behind your back — daring them to take a step closer to what’s unknowingly his. he can’t help the way he feels about you, around you, senses sharper and appetite raging. if only you weren’t so proud all of the time, you’d already be his. full of his knot and his seed, perfectly loved and doted on because izuku gets a kick out of the idea of spoiling you. his sweet omega. even if you don’t know it yet.

he likes that you’re stubborn, pretend that you have no interest in being mated to someone like him. proud, powerful and protective. any omega would be lucky to have someone like izuku chasing their tails but you turn your nose at any alpha, you take care of yourself despite where you stand in the world. no matter, a challenge has always excited izuku. just like he taught his students to be outstanding citizens — he could teach you to accept him as your alpha. help you to understand that he’s everything you need and then some. willing to do what it takes to be a good mate to you.

eventually you’ll stop being prude, the way your sweet omega yearns for domination and protection will take over and your natural instincts will do too. when that day comes, izuku will be there to soothe you.

it comes sooner than be expects, a phone call that violently rouses the alpha from heavy sleep in the middle of a wednesday night. it’s like he knows, deep down, something is wrong — the crust caked to the corner of his eyes no longer an issue as izuku clears his bleary vision to grasp his phone, your contact flashing bright across his screen.

he answers without hesitation, groggy because he’s always struggled to sleep, and before he can even get a word out — you’re whining through the speaker like a wounded animal, the lewd schlick sound of some pathetic, fake alpha-knot toy lunging in and out of your hole echoing underneath.

“izu… hurts,” you gasp, and he hears the sick gush of your cunt down the line. he feels hot under the skin and eager to move like you’ve just called upon his alpha to solve all your problems. just this once. “heat. hurts, need your help.”

you’ve called him, not bakugou or kirishima or any of the other alphas that you know — that want you just as bad as he. izuku is the one you’re begging for, crying for to come save you. the idea of you full and leaky and unsatisfied is enough to make his knot twitch beneath dynamight themed basketball shorts, sending deku into a haze as he throws his linens to the side and pulls himself together in a hungry haze. desperate to please you, take care of the omega that whines for him.

“poor baby,” izuku groans sleepily, though his body and soul raves with the idea of being throne to take care of you. “i’ll make all the pain go away.”

not an hour later, you end up with your ankles by your ears, knees pressed deep into your shoulders as izuku positions you perfectly beneath him, a perfect little thing underneath muscle and strength. his cock is thick, swollen and pulsing with seed as it strokes your velvety walls into the shape of him — teaching your soft, silken cunt to recognise your alpha taking you. treating you so well. every breath you take is followed up by a blissful and heavy smack of izuku’s hips into yours, punctuated by his moans and balmy groans against your supple skin.

“look at you, baby,” his airy laughter, barely there yet between every particle of oxygen in your lungs — ripples through you and your thighs tremble either side of his head, numb from their position and the sensation of his drooly cockhead against your g-spot. “breaking so pretty for me. for your alpha,” izuku picks up the pace, thick shaft all wet and covered in all that omega slick that you gush just for him. something in him searches for the heat that broils in your lower belly, oozing into your limbs as they shake and follow the tune of his command. “and to think, you’ve been the one rejecting me all this time.”

every word, every powerful thrust is like a soothing balm to the burns left by your heat. you can’t help the way your pussy locks and unlocks around him, keeping your alpha nestled inside your needy little hole. the hard line of izuku’s body above yours wavers as you squeeze down on him — clawing at his shoulders to ground yourself. “this slick omega cunt needs me, doesn’t she?” he purrs into your neck, thick tongue lathering over the spot where he ought to mark you. “needs to be raw and ruined and knotted with my seed. pumped full with a litter of my pups.”

swiping at your clit between thrusts, pulling his meaty girth from the snugness of your quivering core, izuku clicks his tongue down at you. not mean, but condescending. “i can do that, angel. i can make all that pain go away if you just let me.” green curls bounce when he tilts his head down at you, pouting in a way that mocks the shameless expression of pleasure painted across your face. “let me be the alpha that you need so bad.”

“p-please. please, please, please,” you wail with all the might in your body, pleading izuku, begging for anything that’ll stop how much it hurts. you feel your omega croon into izuku’s will, back arching into his molten hot chest, sticky against your hardened nipples and your breasts as they sway from the force of him rhythmically bucking into you. “wan’ your pups, be a good… good ‘mega for you.”

“for me? why, you’re so sweet, baby.” izuku chuckles, the sound weaving its way between his strained moans — the way your cunt grips him makes his his feverish pace falter as he works you into the mattress “you’ll take my knot? let me be your alpha?” “show me that pretty neck of yours. let me mark you.” perhaps he’s taking advantage of your judgment, neither of you are quite yourselves… but the emotions are raw and your body is so willing and your mind is so numb. you’ve done a complete one eighty, become the sweet pliant little omega that he’s always dreamed of conquering, it’s only right that he makes you his always. in exchange for the not you’re about to receive. obediently, you tilt your head to the side with a dulcet mewl — ready for what waits you. prepared to give in.

you go slack both physically and mentally as the sharp edge of izuku’s large and daunting canines sink into your sink — leaving a claim, a warning to others that you now belong to him. it’s then that all of the heat in your body drains south — seeping out of you in a blistering hot rush of your essence, basting the man in your sweet honey release. the wound is deep, but it’s the finality of being izuku’s that sends you over the edge, keeps your orgasm going just long enough to please the omega inside.

aftershocks coax izuku along, his forehead lined with sweat and damp forest locks press against the crown of your head — jade eyes swim with pride, lust and love and his lashes flutter the closer he gets to flooding your womb. “good ‘mega, that’s my good little omega. g-gonna cum, angel. g-gonna knot you,” his voice turns so tender, gentle despite how hard he’s grinding into you now — the base of his cock growing, each vein that spirals around it throbbing with seed that’s eager to line your warm walls. “might hurt, promise s’not on purpose.” he adds to prep you, not that the size of him would be a problem to you.

you already love how full your alpha makes you feel.

he licks the light sheen of blood from the canines he ferociously bears, a mass of weakened muscle on top of you as he circles his taut hips into yours — clit smooshed against his pelvis to keep that orgasm going and lead him into your own. while you gush and splutter around him, izuku fucks you deeper, harder. grunting and growling until he finally shatters — white hot and viscous seed pouring into you like molten lava flow. it’s just what you need, his cum thick and creamy sticking to your fertile walls as they ripple around him.

the pain of your heat starts to mellow out as your mouths fall open together in harmonised pants. his knot swells inside of you — keeping you plugged full and easing that ache only he can reach deep within. the omega within you settles, pleased and the alpha within him swirls with pride for being able to do just that.

alpha izuku is a lot of things but now, your mate, is one of them.

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