#alpha!shoto

Of course, you had to call in sick from work for next week. The reason you rasped out quickly over the phone to your boss while Shoto was drawing you back beneath the covers, was that you’re mate was “awfully unwell” and you had to “take care of him.” And taking care of him, you sure were. If the presentation went well? Who knows, who cares. It hasn’t crossed your mind since he had taken your phone from your hand and threw it across the room, onto the floor.

It was now day eight. The late morning sunlight was filtering into your mess of a bedroom. You were clammy with sweat and other fluids. Your body was pressed against Shoto’s side, arms wrapped around his torso. His warm arm is draped lazily around your shoulders, while his cold hand is resting atop yours just below his pecs.

You had woken up first, using the first few minutes to take in the sight that was your alpha. His mouth hung slightly open, soft snores coming from his rising and falling chest. His white and red locks were tangled and matted to his pale forehead. You waited patiently, watching to see if those long lashes would flutter, and if his eyes would open… but, they didn’t.

Chuckling quietly to yourself, you slowly remove yourself from his grasp, which is no easy feat, seeing as you were quite small compared to him. It took about ten minutes for you to finally drag his arm off you; it had tightened when you started to move, leading you to freeze up and wait it out, until his arm relaxed. You wobbled on your feet.

This is the first time you’ve stood on your own and tried to walk in days. You limp over to the bathroom, the ache in your inner thighs, your hips, your back, arms, everywhere, making it hard to walk properly. Once in the bathroom, your hands grasp the sink-top. Looking into the mirror, you see your own reflection staring back at you. Dark under-eyes; knotty [h/c] locks, some clinging to your ears and cheeks, others to your temples; the artwork his mouth had left behind all over your chest and shoulders. This man… You sighed.

Taking it slow, you make your way into the shower and turn on the hot water, than the cold. You wait for it to reach that perfect temperature before getting under and moaning with delight. The warmth washes away the stickiness on your skin and eases your sore muscles. It soaks into every part of your body, and all you can do is just stand there, palms against the little blue square tiles, eyes closed, and enjoy the sensation.

Soon enough, you’ve shampooed your hair and now let the condition sit in it, long hair in a makeshift bun. You’re rinsing off the suds from your skin when a pair of arms wrap around your waist. One hot, the other icy.

“Shoto!” You exclaim. You were surprised that he had woken up so soon, and even a bit saddened that you wouldn’t have more time to yourself before getting railed again.

“Hey,” your mate mumbles sleepily into your shoulder.

You lean back into him and turn around, placing your hands on his muscular shoulders. He hasn’t shifted. He’s just resting his forehead against your neck. He always does this whenever you’re cuddling. He’s thinking of what to say next, so you stay quiet and give him as much time as he needs to think. Seeing his usual quietness return, you let out a breath you didn’t realise you had been holding in and smile. Your fingers run themselves through his locks mindlessly, dampening them.

You’re curling your fingers in the hair at his nape when he speaks, “I’m sorry.” Your brows furrow and lips pout. You pull back from him slightly, lifting his face up so that you can see that look in his eyes. Guilt. But why?

“Why are you apologising? You didn’t do anything wrong,” you say more quietly than you had intended to, the words coming out barely above a whisper. The running water almost blocks them out.

“For all of this,” he says. He removes his cold arm from your lower back, long fingers pointing to all of the hickeys and bite-marks covering your décolletage.

You giggle, “Don’t be.” You run your fingers behind his ears. “I don’t mind.”

He shakes his head, dismissing what you’ve said. “No, you should mind. I can’t do this to you again, [y/n].” He averts his gaze, turning his head to the side. You guide his focus back towards you, much preferring those angelic, heterochromatic eyes on you than on the shower wall.

“Shoto, babe, I don’t understand what you’re saying," you say, forehead creased.

“You should be angry with me for how I’ve treated you this past week. I’ve been so rough with you. I haven’t been taking good enough care of you. I—”

You pressed your finger to his lips, shutting him up. “But I’m not angry with you. Well, a little over lying to me about your ruts.” You cock your head to the side, taking in that extra guilty look he’s got now.

Giggling, you continue, “But honestly, this past week has been one of my favourite weeks ever! Even more than the week we were staying at that beach villa. Do you remember that?” You grin wide, slowly removing your finger from his lips.

He nods in response, “But—”

“There is no ‘but’. I liked it and I hope you did to.” He brought you back into him, his forehead going back to it’s resting place on the side of your neck. His lips brush your mating mark.

He sighs, “I didn’t want you to see me like that.”

“Why not?” You can’t help but sound hurt. He’s your mate, your alpha, your husband… your best friend. Why wouldn’t he want you to know all of him the way he knows all of you so intimately?

“’Cause,” he mutters, “it’s shameful.”

“Getting batshit crazy to protect and screw your mate? I don’t think so. It happens to all alphas.” You laugh a little before continuing, “I hate to break it to you, but your not that special, pretty boy.” Looks like your massive ego has returned.

He chuckles all raspy into your neck, his warm breath fanning your skin, incomparable to the steam gathering around your bodies. “’Not that special’?” He pulls back and steps away from you, taking his cold and his heat. His eyes stare at you in disbelief, face painfully far from yours.

“Nope,” you smirk. You look up into his eyes, right brow slightly raised, daring him to take it further.

But, he doesn’t fall for it. Or at least, not yet. “You’re saying that I’m ‘not that special’?” You nod in agreement. “Hmm, you’re right. I’m not that special. But that doesn’t mean I want to hurt you every time I rut.”

Fuck, he still feels guilty. You look away, already wishing that you could skip the rest of the conversation and get to the part where you’re making out again. “Babe, look, I told you, I like it when you’re rough with me, okay? I like it when your slow. I like it when your romantic. I like it whenever you touch me, so please don’t feel so guilty about it.”

He still doesn’t look convinced.

“Honestly. I mean…” You trail off, thinking of a way to get it through to him that being aggressive and horny asf is a normal alpha thing and not a self-discipline problem. “Okay okay, do you think that I’m some horny, pathetic slut when I’m in my heat?”

“Of course I don’t,” he frowns disapprovingly.

“It’s the same thing!” You say, your hands flying up to his chest as you take a step closer. “I get super clingy, you get super protective, and we both wanna bang each other. There’s no shame in that.”

You’re on your tip-toes, leaning up towards him. He looks so hot when he’s mad, you can’t help but want to kiss him. He sighs and obliges, leaning down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss, hands back on your body, exploring conquered territory. You two stay like that for a little. Shoto moving to place small kisses on your nose, cheeks, eye lids, and forehead, before coming back to your lips. Much to your disappointment, he finally pulls back, cupping your cheeks and gazing deeply into your eyes.

“You never told me where you put my suppressants.” You groan, rolling your eyes involuntarily. Not this shit again. Don’t tell me he wants to start taking that cr—

“I’m not going to take them, there’s no use now. But please, tell me where you put them.” He wraps his fingers around your chin, bringing your focus back to him.

You shake your head ‘no’. He sighs in response, resting his forehead against yours and closing his eyes. You follow suit.

“Please.” You’re such a sucker for when he pleads.

Huffing, you give up the secret location, “They’re in the dresser, top drawer, beneath my underwear.”

No response. It’s quiet between you two for three seconds too long. Shoto questions, “But why?”

“Why’re they beneath my underwear?”

“No. Why did you take them?”

You bite the side of your lip, pondering if you should tell him why you really took them or not. You don’t have to think for long though, the flesh slipping out from your teeth. “I took them because I’ve never seen you rut before. And, um well, yea I just got a bit concerned, you know?” Your alpha removes his forehead from yours.

Tilting his head to the side, he asks “Concerned about what?”

“Well, um, you know—” It falls quiet between you two for another minute or two. The water hitting the shower tiles is the only sound permeating the tension.

“No, I don’t know.”

“Shoto,” you huff. “You’re gonna make me say it, aren’t you?” You pout. He continues looking at you adorably, confused.

You sigh, “Fine. I was worried that maybe you were on rut suppressants because you didn’t wanna have kids with me.” You got real quiet at the end there, averting your gaze to look down at your feet. Did Shoto always have such big feet? They look pretty massive compared to your own right n—

“You thought that I didn’t want to have kids with you?” He slid his hands to your waist, the similar sensation calming you. You looked back up at him, seeing that he had leaned back down now, your noses almost brushing.

You nodded, “Yea. You know, I-I thought that straight after we got married we would start trying but… we just, um, we just didn’t.”

You were biting your lip again. A nervous habit. A nervous habit Shoto loves. He brings his thumb to your lower lip, pulling it out from the clutches of your teeth. He watches as the flesh perfectly rounds. Sighing, he presses his lips to yours. The kiss is tender, but deep. Tongues are swirling, hands seeking more and more of each other’s bodies, little moans escaping here and there. He pulls away slowly, saliva connecting your lips before snapping with the distance.

“I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to make you doubt our future together. I just didn’t want you to see me like that.”

“I know,” you nod as you caress his cheeks with the pads of your thumbs, gently brushing over the edges of his scar. It’s quiet for a little as you two just take in this moment.

“Why don’t we start trying then? When our cycles sync up we can—” You squeal excitedly.

Grabbing onto his shoulders, you exclaim, “Why don’t we start trying now?!” You’re grinning from ear-to-ear.

“O-oh oka—” You cut him off, smashing your lips back together...

That's what you've done the past two days. Sure, you're new, but it works, and you're happy with it. It's one of the easiest things you get to do while you work for them.

The dining hall is clear, perfect, so now you only need to make sure everything else's clear, and you can go to bed. The only thing you didn't count on is King Enji walking through the halls too. Being lost in your thought, you don't notice him as he approaches you.

"Why're you not with the other omegas?" It's not his voice that snaps you from your thoughts; it's his scent. It's strong, probably the strongest in the castle, so it pulls your omega brain to attention.

"U-uh- what do you mean, sir?" you ask, looking up at him. You'd only seen him in person since you'd been in the castle about three times. Once when you first came, the other two times in the dining hall, the others were quick in passing, but now you can see him full, right in front of you. You can feel the intimidating energy spilling off of him.

"My son has all the omegas retire to his room for his nightly rituals. Were you not called?"

"Oh, um, sorry, sir, I wasn't aware," you say, nodding your head and turning to head toward the bedroom you knew belonged to his son. But what could he want with you? Not only you but all the omegas? You didn't understand, King Enji wasn't specific, and the way he worded whatever you're walking into makes your imagination run wild.

Prince Shoto is the youngest but favorite of King Enji's. He's a strong alpha, handsome, and loved by many, but he's quiet. Nobody knows what goes through his mind. He's intriguing.

The walk toward his bedroom is tedious. What were you walking into? Was he going to force you into whatever "routine" the king was referencing? Did he not tell you on purpose? What if he doesn't like you and doesn't want you there for a reason?

You don't come up with any answers by the time you make it to the alpha's door. You take a slow breath, raising your hand and knocking, waiting for a response.

You're not sure what you expect when the door opens, but it's somehow definitely not a smiling Makkari. "Y/n! Come in, come in, finally! I wasn't sure if you were going to show up," she says, walking you further into the room.

"I- uh, wasn't sure if I was welcome." You look around the room, all the omegas from the castle, even some you haven't met, chilling around Prince Shoto's room. Some were talking in chairs, others are on a couch, and some are eating. But everyone is smiling and happy.

"Well, of course, you are! Prince Shoto welcomes all omegas here." Shoto's room is like a whole section of the castle. It has rooms within his room. When you first walk in, it's the sitting area, chairs, couches, tables, everything following the white and gold color scheme. There's another door. You can guess it's his bathroom, and then another cracked open, showing you see it's his actual bedroom.

"Make yourself comfortable. Basically, Prince Shoto lets us stay here every night and do what we want as a courtesy. He's not in agreement with how much we work and get treated, so this is our time to rest and be ourselves," Makkari says happily. "You can put your scent collar over there." Makkari points to a pile of scent collars. The king forces all the omegas to them; so your omega scent isn't spreading through the castle. She gives you one more smile before turning to walk back to sitting in the small group she'd been in, her, Haki, and Nami playing a game.

You scan the room for a moment, thinking of what you want to do with whatever time you have left. Your eyes land on the bedroom again. For the time being, you'd forgotten how tired you are, so the second your eyes land on the bed, it's like an invisible force pulls you toward it, and before you know it, you're slowly pushing the door open and stepping inside the room.

Like the rest, it has a white and gold color scheme. It's smaller than the other area, only having his king-size bed, a large window, plus two doors, one being his closet, and the second you weren't sure since you already knew his bathroom was outside of this room, but now wasn't the time for trying to figure that out.

If circumstances were different, and you weren't so tired, Shoto's alpha scent not being so strong it's making you not think, you probably wouldn't have settled into the alpha's bed so carefree. Plus, tho Makkari said Shoto let you guys here for rest. She didn't say he'd given any rules. Surely, he won't be upset if you take about an hour and a half nap? Right?

It takes no time for you to crawl onto the bed, finding a towel first to lay on, not wanting your dirty dress to ruin his royal blankets. The mattress is like feathers, the most comfortable cotton you could ever lay on in your life, nothing compared to the worn coat where you usually sleep. You're slipping to sleep within seconds.

Shoto did have an actual nightly routine that wasn't only for the omegas. He'd spend time either in his den or walking around the garden, all while the omegas have time in his room, and after the two hours, he'll come back, and everyone be on their way. Tonight, he's in his den, so when he exits and sees you curled up in his bed, he's confused, but everything melts away when he sees you.

Usually, all the omegas stayed in the outside area, not going into where his actual bed's located, but here you are, curled up and spreading your scent all over his sheets. His instincts want to let you stay there, his inner alpha telling him to let the omega rest, but he knew he couldn't. You're just the new omega, it wouldn't look good, but he does like your scent a lot.

He quietly walks toward you, putting his hand on your shoulder and gently shaking you. You let out a small groan, beginning to stir before your eyes open. "Hey, Y/n, Prince Shoto's- oh," Makkari pushes open the door, her eyes widening at the sight of him already in the room.

When the omegas stay in his room, Shoto's scent's so strong that they know it's time to go when he gets closer to the room, and they can smell his scent, or in this instance when he comes out of his den, which has a pheromone blocking door.

Makkari bows her head. "Sorry, Prince Shoto," she motions to you, "she's new. I will inform her not to enter your sleeping corridors again." By now, you're awake and starting to sit up, rubbing your eyes and looking around the room.

Shoto feels you moving under him, bringing his attention and making him pull his hand from your shoulder. He shakes his head. "There will be no need for that. It's alright. Have a good night," he smiles and nods to you both, turning to his closet and disappearing into it.

"Come on, Y/n. We need to go and give the prince his space back," Makkari says, putting her hand out for you and urging you to hurry. You take it, sliding from the bed and going with her toward the door. When she opens it, you notice almost all the rest of the omegas are gone, having cleaned up and left no trace, the ones that're still there heading toward the door and waiting for you and Makkari.

Even though you only stayed once, that was the best sleep you ever got. This' the first time you have seen Prince Shoto in person. You've smelled his scent from afar many times, but this time was the first time you were so close. You weren't sure what to expect going to his room. King Enji made it seem like he involved all the omegas in some orgy or something.

You have to admit, the thought of being able to rest at the end of the day did keep you going. You're tired, but knowing you have something to look forward to keeps you going with your work, no matter how much your limbs ache.

The next night, you know your plan. This time you don't miss the call all the omegas get when it's time to go to Shoto's room. You bring your own blanket, prepared this time to nap and, again, not ruin his blankets. You and all the omegas walk toward his room, and when you push open the door, everyone has the same look of confusion on their faces. Everyone smells Shoto's scent stronger than usual, meaning he's somewhere in the room, but usually, he'd be gone by now.

Everyone starts filtering through the room, cautions, but still doing what they always do for their two hours. You separate from Makkari, heading directly toward the bedroom you'd been in the last night. When you open the door, you come face-to-face with Shoto, standing next to his bed.

"O-oh, Prince Shoto, I-I'm sorry, I'll leave you," you turn and go to leave but are stopped by his voice.

"No. Come in. I wanted to speak with you," the prince says. A wave of nervousness flows through your veins as you step back into the room, awkwardly standing there, waiting for him to talk. "Nobody else had made an attempt to come in here, but now that I see you want to, I thought I'd make you a place for you when you'd like to nap," he motions next to you, and you turn to see a couch that wasn't there the previous day.

"Make yourself comfortable. I thought it'd be a better alternative than you using my own bed.” The couch is huge but bigger than a normal one and has more than enough room for you. It looks just as comfortable as any expensive bed. "Let me know if it's not to your liking. I'll get it replaced." Shoto smiles and nods to you, turning and opening the door to his den, disappearing into it for the next two hours.

You don't see him much after that. You smell his scent around the castle but don't see him. Night by night goes by, and you sleep on the couch, not a care in the world.

One particular night, you're asleep and wake randomly. You try to get comfortable again, not sure how much time you have before you need to go again. As you try to get comfortable, a scent catches your nose. You lift your head and look, finding Shoto standing across the room, his den door wide open.

You sit up, thinking it's time to go by now. You push yourself up and grab your blankets in your arms, turning to Shoto with a smile and bowing your head. "Thank you for the couch. I never got to say that. It's lovely and comfortable."

Shoto doesn't answer, only standing there staring at you. After a few seconds, you realize how different the prince looks. His cloak shrugged off his shoulders, his shirt unbuttoned and showing the sweat rolling down his chest, and then you smell his scent. His intoxicating, strong, alpha scent, he's in rut.

A wave of realization runs through you, and you stiffen, your eyes darting to the door. "I- uh, I'm sorry, I can go." Your voice is quiet, and frankly, you're a little scared. You turn and head toward the door, slowly walking to leave, but before you can, suddenly Shoto is in front of you, and you are slightly startled at how fast he got across the room.

"Where are you going, omega?" he speaks lowly, his warm fingers running down your arm.

"Prince Shoto, I don't think it's proper for-"

You're cut off by him slamming his hand into the wall behind you, leaning his head down toward your scent glands, and breathing in your scent. "Who cares about being proper?" Shoto leans closer and starts kissing down your neck, sending shivers through your body.

"Sh-Shoto, I-" you're shaking with fear now. You can't come up with words, and the first thing you can think of is to put all your strength into pushing him away, which is what you do. The second he stumbles a few feet back, you run for the door, opening it but immediately stopping when you see all eyes on you.

Makkari runs up to you first. "Y/n! What's wrong? What happened? We can smell the prince's rut from out here. Are you ok? Usually, he stays in his den while on rut. You smell scared. Did he hurt you?"

"I- I'm ok," you stutter. You start hearing shuffling behind you and another wave of fear through you, and before you can say anything, your legs automatically start moving to the door, and soon, you're all the way down the hallway, heading to your own sleeping corridors.

After that, you stay away from the "nightly routine." Makkari told you the prince's ruts usually last a week, so you stayed away for a week. Sure, you miss the couch, but you're far too scared to go back while he's in rut.

People told you countless times alpha's in rut are dangerous, plus ones with status are known to force their way to many omegas. You figure that's why the king thinks what he thinks. King Enji thought his son got all omegas in his room every night to indulge in his instincts. While that's not true, no matter how nice an alpha can be, his rut changes him.

However, like clockwork, your heat starts on the last day of Shoto's rut. It's all normal. You stay in your room and try to keep your mind occupied. While it's the first heat at the castle, it's the first heat you can't control. Usually, you can force the feeling down, but now, it's intense, burning sensations through all your limbs that you can't ignore. You can only lay on the cold floor of your small room whimpering, tears in your eyes, feeling terrible.

If you didn't know any better, you'd think legends were true about alphas and omegas, how your inner alpha or omega can know their perfect match before you even know it, you could fall for someone before your own mind caught up, but that's ridiculous.

The legend would say the heat/rut would be intense and dreadful, but you refuse to believe it. It can't be true. Your heats were always bad since you've never had an alpha, nest, or something to be comfortable with, so it's no surprise your heat is gradually getting worst. For now, all you can do is dread the worst to come.

After it finally passes, it's back to work, with no time for anything else. You're on your way to the dining hall when you walk by King Enji's chambers. You can hear him arguing with the prince.

"But, father-"

"No! Shoto, I don't want to hear it. It needs to happen!" his voice rings out through the room.

"Father, it's wrong. That'd be forceful. It's not right."

"You cannot become king without an omega, Shoto! What will you do? Stay a prince for your whole life? Give up your throne to your brothers? Or how about your sister? Are you trying to embarrass me by doing that?"

"This has nothing to do with that! The only reason I'm becoming king is by your word. And I will not mark Mrs. Y/n. She's a servant and has no reason to see me that way. I will not force her into anything."

"That's the point, boy. She's a servant, and you would be offering her a better life and riches. Who is she to refuse?"

"The omegas shouldn't get treated as they are in the first place," Shoto mumbles, but still loud enough for you to hear.

"Watch your mouth, son. This' my kingdom. The servants should be happy with what they get. And you should be glad I'm not shutting down your little 'nightly operation.'" Shoto gets quiet. "Yeah, I know about that. You think I wouldn't? I know everything that goes on here."

Shoto's eyes fall to the floor, and he speaks through his teeth. "How?"

"Natsuo was in the hallway a few nights ago after your ordeal during your rut. He saw Ms. Y/n run out of your room, and when the rest of the omegas left, he asked what happened." Shoto sighs. "And by all means, Shoto, if anything like this happens again, your ordeal will be shut down. Natsuo wasn't specific about what goes on every night, but if anything like this happens again, it's over, no more, and that is final. Understood?"

Shoto nods reluctantly. "Understood."

"Good. Now get out of my sight."

Shoto storms from the room, fortunately, not entering through the area you're listening from, letting you continue on your way and think about what you just heard. King Enji wants the prince to claim you. Shoto was clear he didn't want to since he won't want to "force you," but you knew it was probably cause you were a servant, even if he didn't just out and say it.

Sure, he's handsome, kind, and obviously cares for people, but you knew you couldn't be with him. If you ever let the thought even cross your mind, you'd be giving yourself false hope and wanting something you knew you couldn't have. He said it anyway; you're only a servant, not some princess from a far land.

Over the next few days, things slowly change. You start going with the other omegas at night, but nothing you do steals away the tired feeling you keep. Day after day, you drag more and more, and soon, you can barely finish one task.

You're not the only one who feels the change. Throughout the day, Shoto gets more aggravated with the little things. Someone could think it was only his rut, but it'd passed, and yet he's still mad, yelling when his father pisses him off, and barely able to control himself anymore.

"Hey, Y/n?" Makkari comes from behind you, putting her hand on your shoulder.

"Hm?" You slowly blink at her turning your head. You'd been walking toward Shoto's room, but it's taking a while since you're moving so slowly.

"The prince went into another rut earlier today. I figured I let you know so if you'd rather stay away..."

There's no part of your brain thinking clearly. If you didn't feel the way you felt, there's a possibility you would've said no, but now, all you can do is keep moving. "No, no, I'm fine," you assure her, continuing on your way. Your blanket is wrapped around your shoulders, draped over your dress, and you make it to his room, immediately collapsing on the couch, your eyes closing, the alpha scent in the room calming your nerves.

Another thing your tired brain wasn't thinking of is that you know Shoto can smell you. You know he's in rut and more aggressive, not his usual good and genuinely caring self. You're asking for trouble coming back to the room while he's in rut, especially since Makkari explained how Shoto's den door is scent-blocking but only blocks scent from coming out, not in. That's why what happened the other night happened. And not only that, if you were thinking, you'd realize Shoto definitely isn't due for another rut, and again, maybe legends were true.

Something else the legend says is when you supposedly find the match, the alpha's rut will become more frequent. If you were in your right mind, you'd notice and start taking legend into consideration, but now, you're not. And neither is the prince. All he can think about is how much his alpha is growling at him to mate, breed, and claim.

And if he were in his own right might, he'd realize his alpha was growling to claim you.

Something wakes you while you're asleep. You force your eyes open, but a whimper is forced from your through when you feel a sensation on your scent gland, and when you open your eyes, you realize it's Shoto. He's licking down your neck like he's trying to drink your scent.

"Your scent is intoxicating. Ya know that, omega?" Shoto groans, sticking his face into your neck, inhaling your scent, and letting it drag his instincts.

You smell his scent around you, and the drag you'd felt evaporated. You slowly exhale but inhale his scent, dragging your hands up through his dual-colored hair as a burning sensation spreads down your body. You feel Shoto's lips attach to your neck, making a quiet moan escape your mouth. He's dragging you down into a heat.

Before anything goes further, the door flies open, revealing Makkari, Nami, Haki, and all the other omegas. "Hey! Get off her!" Even though Makkari tried to sound mad and threatening, the call came out as a worried stutter. It doesn't matter how many omegas are there; it's an alpha in rut, this' dangerous.

Shoto ignores them, keeping his face buried in your scent. While he's distracted tho, two of the omegas run and push Shoto off you, making him flop onto the couch, and before he can get his bearings, Nami and Makkari pull you from the room.

Makkari does her best to take care of you, but it's no use. Anyone who knows about legends would understand while you're this far down into the rabbit hole, only the alpha of your choice could help, whatever alpha you're matching with that's making this all happen.

After that, things only manage to go down further for you. You're totally incapable of doing any of your work, but fortunately, Shoto vouched for you to the king, and he said you have a few days to recover from your "sickness." Except, omega depression doesn't go away in a few days. But nobody knows you're starting to go into a depression, it was only a matter of time, and you would know, but your mind's focused on other things.

Once again, you're sleeping in Shoto's room, but you're getting watched. Shoto is watching you. After everything that has happened, he's intrigued by you, and if he ever were to try to court you, it's not like you'd say no. He knew that. He's the prince. Sure, it's a little cocky, but it's true.

Shoto's focus on you breaks when he realizes the other omegas are getting ready to leave, and he knows they'll come for you, so he acts first. He walks to the door separating the room you're in from the sitting area and looks for Makkari, but she walks up to him before his eyes fall on her. "Prince Shoto," she bows, "we'll be going soon. I'll collect Y/n." Makkari goes to move past him, but he stops her.

"There will be no need for that. I noticed Ms. Y/n was a bit under the weather. I don't mind her staying here an extra while for rest."

"Oh, um, ok." Makkari is surprised and reluctant to leave you with him. You're her friend, but he's the prince. There's nothing she, or any of them, can do.

Once they leave and you're alone, Shoto looks at you again. His heart jumps when you start stirring, and part of him is scared you'd insist on leaving when you wake up. Automatically, his body pushes out calming pheromones, making sure you fall back asleep. He watches your body relax, your eyes stilling again, and he smirks, walking to pull a chair over next to the couch -so again- he can watch you more.

It's hours later, and you finally start waking, and for the first time in a while, you feel refreshed, not dragged and tired like before. You sit up and look over, noticing the prince watching you from his seat.

"Oh- Prince Shoto, I'm so sorry. I must've overslept," you start to scramble and try to get up.

"No need, it's ok," Shoto speaks gently, eyes scanning you. You shift, unsure under his gaze, waiting for whatever he wants to say cause he obviously wanted to say something. "I had a question for you," he finally speaks up, and you nod. "Do you have a nest?"

Shoto knew many things about you and the other omegas. He knew the only item you had that's "yours" were the clothes the king gave you. He knew you spent most your nights on a cold floor, somewhere highly unfit for an omega, so depending on your answer, he'd know if this treatment would slowly kill you.

"I've never had one, no, never had time or nearly enough provisions for one," you tell him.

His eyes fall on the many blankets around you, way more than for only keeping you warm, you'd slowly, probably unconsciously, been making a nest with his things, and he knew that, but he wanted to hear you say it.

"I'm sorry, if I took too many of your things, you can have them back," you mumble, toying with your fingers.

"No, it's ok, truly. I think things should definitely change around here."

Shoto was serious when he said that, and by the next morning, he'd somehow convinced the king to change things for the omegas. He got them new and clean beds, not coats, to sleep on, plus access to blankets and pillows for nesting, and personally saw to that the omegas wouldn't get worked as hard as you are. You're servants, but you don't have to be treated so poorly. The castle should be happy about what you guys do.

"Y/n?" Shoto comes to you while you're cleaning the kitchen, and he can't help the smile that spreads on his face when he sees you in clean clothes, not looking tired and worn.

"Yes, Prince Shoto?" you turn to him.

"If I may?" he brings his hands from behind his back, showing them to you, a necklace, "I'd like to court you."

"Oh! Shoto! That's beautiful." You look at it and then back up at him. "M-me? Why?"

"I've come to take a liking to you, Ms. Y/n," he says, a shy smile on his face.

You smile and nod. "I accept."

Masterlist

The two of them had never been so anxious in their lives, and everyone around them could see it. The second they saw you in Shigaraki’s hold, a hand around your neck, one finger away from sudden death, something snapped within them. Their omega……. How could anyone take what was theirs? How could anyone threaten to destroy such a precious thing? How could anyone expect to live after scaring you like that? They were livid. Bakugo nearly lunged then and there to try to grab you and rip Shigaraki’s head off, and, surprisingly, Shoto nearly joined him, until Aizawa stopped them both to warn them against it.

The two of them are inconsolable. They fight against Aizawa, protesting his warnings, trying to push past while growling because this Alpha instincts are boiling up inside of them to the point that they see red. Bakugo's so hotheaded normally, it's impossible for him to see any kind of reason when he's like this. But Aizawa's right. If they did anything while you were up there in Shigaraki's grip, you'd be dead before they could get to you.

Bakugo tugs at his hair furiously. "Shoto-- Do... Do... something..." He's trying so hard to hold himself back, but they can both smell how terrified you are, even from where they're standing so far away. "The smell-- Shoto-- Do-- Do something!"

"You can't," Aizawa tries to remind them calmly.

But Shigaraki doesn’t think that’s too fun. No, no, no. Run at him! Full power! And if they won’t do it, he’ll force their hands. So with a smirk, he drops you off the roof of the building he’s standing on.

Bakugo and Shoto move as one. They speed at you as fast as they can, Bakugo flying through the air, Shoto skating on the ice he can barely force under his feet in time to keep up with his desperation. Still, he’s the one who managers to catch you. While you’re screaming and falling, he’s the one who thinks to use his Quirk to put a slide under you at the last second. Sure, it still hurts when your ass lands on the ice, but it’s better than having them lose you.

Bakugo doesn’t waste a second before turning around to take his shot at Shigaraki once he knows you’re safe with Shoto. Everyone knows it’s stupid. Hell, Shoto’s shrieking, “Baku— No!” while you’re in his arms, passed out, your breath shallow.

Shigaraki got what he wanted.

Bakugo.

A hero.

A victim.

Kacchan fights to the best of his ability for as long as he can, using his anger to fuel him just like always, but it's stronger now that his Alpha instincts have kicked in. Someone tried to hurt you, his omega. No one would ever hurt you. Ever. He made that promise a long time ago when he first scented you while you were hiding in his arms, telling him that you were ready. Shigaraki had to die. If not for all of his past crimes, then for this alone.

You aren't awake to see it. Bakugo and Shoto are both thankful for that in the moment. You don't see the way Shigaraki smirks oh-so-wickedly as he lands the finishing blow. You don't see the way Bakugo's body flies back through the air and lands on the ground with a loud thud. You don't hear the cry that comes from Shoto. You don't feel the way he puts you on his back so that he can carry you over while he goes to check on Kacchan. You don't see your Alpha's bloodied body. You don't see how everyone else immediately jumps into action. You don't hear Shoto as he tries his very best to get Bakugo to wake up while he's sobbing.

When you do wake up, it's over-- It's been over for a bit. The conclusion doesn't matter to you so much as your Alphas' safety, which is the first thing on your mind as you race out of bed, despite your aching head, and you run out of the room to find your back in your large apartment, like it was all just a bad dream. But was it? No. You wish it would have been a bad dream. Everyone wishes that it was just a dream... Because Shoto's standing there, bandages over his hands and right eye, dark circles under his eye to show that he hadn't been sleeping, wearing casual clothes to let you know that he wasn't expecting to be called away to work any time soon.

"Where's Kacchan?" you question quietly.

Shoto has to catch you in his arms again when he takes you to see Bakugo's body. The Alpha in him is in excruciating pain when he hears you cry out Kacchan's name. The pheromones radiating off of you are even worse than when you were so scared the other day-- Shoto feels like the only way he can console you now is by holding you as you cry while he tries to use his own scent to make you feel better. It hardly works.

The only thing that makes you feel better is tucking yourself up next to Bakugo's body, like a sad puppy that sits at the foot of their owner's bed when they're sick. He isn't warm. That's the first thing you notice. Even though they've been keeping him in a freezer in the morgue until they can decide what to do with him, you knew that if he were alive, he would have still been warm due to his Quirk, and he would have kept you warm, too.

"They've been in there for days, Todoroki," Ida whispers. "You have to take them home."

But Shoto's already tried. He can't get you to leave the morgue unless it's for an hour or so to eat lunch and dinner every day. Other than that, you're always tucked up against Kacchan, whimpering like sad omegas do, nuzzling him with your nose like it would get him to move magically. Shoto doesn't know what to do. He keeps you warm the best he can; But he can't get you to go home where you should be.

They have to drag you out.

Ida does it because Shoto can't bear to do it. He picks you up off the table, with Shoto's permission, of course, and he starts to carry you out, which is when you realize what's happening, so you fight back, scrambling to get out of the Pro-Hero's arms while whimpering and calling out for your Kacchan. Shoto feels like he's being stabbed again and again every time you whine. The Alpha in him is screaming to give you everything you want because you deserve the whole world, but they just can't let this continue anymore. You have to move on. You have to go home. They need to finally put Bakugo to rest.

At home, you're just as bad. You start to get a fever-- Not from being in the morgue for so long, but because of withdrawals. Neither you nor Shoto really know what's happening before it's too late because neither of you had to ever even think of dealing with this before. The fever hits first, and then the loss of appetite (which Shoto just tries to attribute to you missing Bakugo), then the shivering, then the clawing, crying, insomnia, nightmares, etc. Shoto only figures out what's really happening when you fall out of bed one afternoon, trying to crawl your way out of the room to go find him, and he finds you on the floor, sobbing, clawing at the scent glands on the right side of your neck, complaining that it hurts so bad you can't breathe.

"Sho... Sho, help me," you plead. "It hurts, Sho--" You're panting desperately. "It hurts so bad!"

He pries your hands away from you and hugs you tight. "It's okay," he coos. "It'll be okay. It just hurts 'cause he hasn't scented you in so long."

You cry harder. "It hurts--"

He still tries to shush you to get you to calm down the best you can, but it's no use. Bakugo always had the stronger pheromones between the two Alphas. He scented you first all those years ago, biting down and claiming your right side as his, and he'd made sure to nip at that same spot every time since then. But now you felt like you were dying without him there, and the omega inside you was in agony without his Alpha presence on and in you at all times.

Izuku kissed him lovingly as Shoto thrust into him from behind. He smiled at the lust-filled look on Y/N’s face. This heat was particularly rough on him. He’d been so stressed out he’d missed his last one, leaving him more desperate and clingier than ever. Nevertheless, the alphas were happy to oblige to his needs.

Shoto groaned as he gripped his hips, slamming into him harder. He watched the way his knot began to swell. “Gonna pop my knot,” He moaned.

“Yes, fuck yes, Alpha!” Y/N moaned.

“So hot,” Izuku groaned. Y/N whimpered in response, stroking him. “Gonna make sure I’m good and ready as soon as he pulls out?” Y/N nodded frantically. “Such a good omega. We’re gonna breed you so good.”

You set your desktop to sleep before leaving the study. As you walk down the hallway, half-white half-red hair comes into view. He’s got his back to you. Black shirt clinging to his sweaty muscles. Must of been to the gym too, you thought. You rest your shoulder against the fridge, arms crossed underneath your chest, taking in the sight of you husband. He’s going through the bags, rummaging through them restlessly, clearly on the hunt for something.

“Need some help?” You smirk.

He turns around, blue-grey eyes wide. His expression visibly eases, slightly opened mouth forming a closed smile. “No, I’m fine. How was work?” He returns to his scavenger hunt in the bag right at his feet.

“Fine. I’ve got it under control for tomorrow’s meeting.” You push off of the fridge and come up behind him, hand on the edge of the island bench. You look over his shoulder, curious about what he could possibly be looking for. Shoto always gave you a kiss first thing whenever he came home, regardless of what had happened during patrol or of what you were doing. For him to neglect you like this was rather odd.

“You didn’t do all the work again, did you?” His voice had an edge to it… It made you bite your lip ever-so-slightly.

“You know how it is—”

“Well, it shouldn’t be,” he almost growled. “You should all be doing it, not just you.” He cussed under his breath.

Okay, this was getting weird. Agitated over you working hard? I mean yea but, he usually reins it it, accepts that this job is just that for you, a job. One that you’ve talked to him about leaving. And swearing? Not Shoto. Only when y’all are… you know.

“Shoto, babe, what’s up?” You say. You're standing directly behind him, you run your hand through his locks. He hums.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine," you whine.

You watch as he starts going through the fourth bag, pulling out a small box with the label “Rut suppressants. Take as needed. Maximum dosage: five per day."

This little fucker. You snatch it out of his hands immediately, sprinting from the scene into the back of your apartment.

“[Y/n]! [Y/n] stop!” You can hear him coming after you, the sound of his feet hitting the floorboards. “Give that to me now!”

You’re running frantically, heart pounding in your chest, hands getting sweaty around the evil cardboard box. You dash into your shared bedroom, slamming the door shut. Fuck! Where should I hide it?

You look around, [e/c] eyes settling on the dresser. You race over to it, emptying the contents of the box into the first draw, beneath your bras and panties.

“[Y/n]!”

Shit, he’s close to the door. You slam the drawer shut and run-stumble into the ensuite. Leaning against the door, you lock it. Okay okay, think! Think! The door knob rattles.

“[Y/n]! Open this door right now or I swear—” The silver handle is shaking now.

The toilet! You open the lid and crush the box in your hands; it makes those crinkling noises before you toss it into the trash bin and flush the toilet. At that moment, the door bursts open.

Shoto’s chest is heaving. His eyes are unfocused, frenzied. He’s panting… with anger you decide as there’s no way that little sprint could of worked up the number 3 pro hero that much. He stalks towards you, grabbing your wrists and leaning down to meet your eyes.

“What did you do with it?” His tone shocks you. His voice is so low now… and hoarse. It throws you off. “With-with what?” You breath out. You’re pretty puffed. “Don’t play dumb. You didn’t actually flush ‘em down the toilet, did you?” His face is now inches from yours.

You remain defiant, eyes staring back into his. The heat radiating from his left tickles your skin. “Um… well yea, yea I did. They’re um, yea, they’re down the toilet.” He laughs. More like barks. His breath hits your face. All you can smell is his sweat interlaced with his fresh scent.

“You’re so bad at lying, you know that?” He smirks, straightening back up. His muscles pull taut as he runs pale fingers through that snowy, silky hair. You watch as he looks around the bathroom.

“Where’d you really put ‘em?” He looks back down at you, scrutinising you beneath his gaze. Your ragged breathing now hitches.

“I don’t—”

“Don’t deny it!” He shouts. You shrink back instinctively.

You’ve never seen him like this before. He’s always so controlled. Even when you’re in heat, he’s always got it together. Always able to draw back or change the pace when you need him to. That’s why you took the pills off him in the first place.

You’ve been getting suspicious for months now since the two of you got married that he’s been on rut suppressants. It just didn’t add up. After your first heat together, you had actually asked him about his ruts so you knew when you had to return the favour.

“I don’t really rut, babe.” His hand rubbed the back of his neck, heterochromatic eyes averting from yours.

You laughed in response. “You don’t rut?” Your eyebrows raised. “Should I be concerned or…”

“No,” he said shyly, “it’s not like that.”

You waited for him to continue, watching as his eyes fluttered from object to object.

“I don’t get very intense ruts.”

Your brow was still quirked. “You don’t get ‘very intense ruts’? Like, you don’t get super aggressive and horny when you rut.”

His muscles relaxed upon hearing that. He looked back at you now. “Yea, it’s a minor annoyance. Nothing to worry about.”

You relaxed too, seeing that he was more comfortable now. “Trust me.” He took your hands in his larger ones. The temperature difference of both something you weren’t used to yet. “You don’t ever have to worry about control with me.” He gave you a sweet reassuring smile.

“Are you sure? I mean—”

“Trust me.” He squeezed your hands and leaned over, planting a small kiss on your lips. You grinned as he pulled back, trusting his word, however strange it seemed.

Had he lied to you? When you had announced to your friends that you and Shoto were (finally) getting married, they had warned you about that post-wedding baby fever. The endless marathon sex you two would be having once your cycles synced up. You had been waiting your entire relationship for that to happen and it hadn’t. So, once you two tied the knot wink, you had been hoping that the talk of pups would come up, but it just hadn’t. That’s when you had begun to think something was off. Even if he didn’t have “intense ruts”, he would still be feeling the urge to breed you, wouldn’t he? Or maybe he just didn’t—

“Where did you put my suppressants?” He stared you down, thin brows furrowed. “Babe…” His hands are trembling at his sides. Pupils dilated so only the rims of his irises are visible. It strikes fear and-and something else into you. Attraction? Excitement? Maybe you should try something else. Something else that’s gonna get you the result you want.

“Make me.”

At this, he frowns even more. “Make you what?”

“Make me tell you.” You take a step forward, feigning confidence, coming close to him again and tilting your head to the side, challenging him.

He scoffs. Those beautiful eyes, like solar eclipses, flickering away from you for a moment. “Make you…” He says quietly. He stares at you even more intensely now as he’s thinks it over.

It’s time to get cocky. “Yea, make me.” You stretch up towards him, arms wrapping around his neck. “I want you,” you move to whisper in his ear, your lips brushing his earlobe. “My sexy Alpha,” you run both of your hands through his hair now. He groans right back into your neck, large hands palming your lower back. “To make me submit to you.”

In an instant, you're over his shoulder, his palm smacking your right cheek. He’s carrying you out of the ensuite. You’ve done it now hehe.

As he crosses the threshold, you notice the door knob was coated in ice, hanging there, limp. Looks like you’ve gotta add fixing that to your to-do list tomorrow. He throws you like a stuffed toy onto your plush bed. His shirt’s already coming off, rippling contours all for your pleasure. Yea, make that a ‘to-do next week’.

Large hands already besides your head. Lean arms, meaty thighs, delicious toned frame caging you in. You’re forced to stare into those mismatched eyes. Not like you’d want to do anything else anyways.

Your breaths intermingle, just like your scents. He just stares at you, licking his soft, full lips. Afternoon light from the adjacent windows makes your figures glow. You love the way it streaks through his hair, and he loves the way it catches on your pretty pink lips. He thumbs your lower lip, pulling it down to reveal your teeth. You lower your chin, taking his thumb into your mouth. You circle your tongue over the top of his thumb before tasting the pad of it. It’s cold, like a popsicle you suck on in summer. You can think of another ‘popsicle’ you’d rather be sucking on right now.

“I… I-I don’t…” His brows are knitted together once more. Pupils wavering between dilated and contracted, showing off those blue and grey hues you love so much. You stop what you’re doing with your tongue, opting to place both of your hands on his cheeks. His thumb leaves your mouth but rests on your chin.

“I don’t know if… if this s-safe.” You can’t stop yourself from giggling a little. What a cutie.

“Pookie, of course this is safe. I was made for you. You know that, right?” You smirk. You’re a feelin’ like a cocky little shit today btw if you didn’t get that. This man’s shyness inflating your ego.

“Of course I do but…” He averts his gaze, looking at your ear instead.

“But?” You continue. However, he doesn’t respond. He just moves his hand from your chin and tucks a strand of [h/c] hair behind your ear, which has suddenly become the most interesting thing in the room.

“You don’t wanna hurt me? You do wanna hurt me but don’t wanna admit it?” You tease.

“No! No, of course I don’t want to hurt you.” His eyes shift back to yours.

“Shoto.” You squeeze his cheeks gently. “I’m your omega. If you hurt me then you can just make it better.” You bring his face closer to yours. “You can make it better, can’t you?” You whisper.

He gulps, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down with the motion. “Y-yea,” he replies, voice low, “I can.” That last part coming out with more confidence.

“Good, then don’t make me dom you, Alpha. That’s kinda embarrassing for you.” You giggle whilst leaning up to him and finally, kiss him.

You both moan into it, feeling the relief washing through you two. But quickly, it’s not enough. It’s far from enough. He growls into your lips, changing his tilt. You follow his lead. You like that. His tongue grazes your bottom lip and you part immediately for him. The tangle that ensues is soul-gripping, bone-shaking, mind-blanking, breath-taking…

Your fingers are gripping his locks. His fingers are gripping the hem of your thin white tank top. Saliva, don’t know don’t care whose, if dripping from the corners of your mouth. His exhale is your inhale and vice versa. He catches your lower lip between his teeth. His sharp canines sending tingles throughout your entire being. There’s nothing that gets you slicked up like a lip bite from your Alpha.

He pulls away, you two panting. Not that the reprieve is sufficient or long-lived. Soon his lips are sucking and nipping your earlobe and that sensitive spot beneath your ear. You whimper out his name. “Shoto”, “Alpha”, “Daddy”, maybe “Babe” or “Honey”… yea, those, they’ll be the only words you know for the next week.

He nips at your mating mark, the beautiful white scar just above your left collarbone. He continues biting it, almost re-piercing the scar. You can’t help the moan-mumbles that tumble out of your mouth. Already, your wetness is soaking your blue lace panties and beginning to slide down your inner thighs.

“Fuck,” Shoto breathes out into your other ear. You shudder at the word, one hand sliding down to his shoulder.

He continues at it, licking and sucking and kissing and biting at your neck. Soon, his fingers are tearing through your top. You mewl at the sensation of him ripping the torn, flimsy fabric off your body. His hands reach for your bare breasts, cupping them completely. Those long fingers begin pinching at the sensitive flesh. Your body responds instinctively, moaning, small hands grasping his wrists, breaths catching in your chest and throat.

He fingers your nipples before bringing his mouth down to you, lips ghosting the hard peaks between his fingertips. He takes one into his mouth, eliciting a delicious whimper from you. His warm tongue circles your nipple as you did to his thumb, but just so much better.

You’ve barely gotten started and yet, you know never get enough of this. No matter how many times he’s done and will do this to you, and so much more, you’ll never be forever satiated. You just can’t be.

He moves to the other, keeping your now wet left breast covered by his cool palm. Fuck, that feels good. More moans spill from your mouth as he continues his ministrations. That slick is at your knees, probably. You can’t really tell cause it just feels like a wet, sticky mess down there at this point.

“Shoto,” you whine. He groans in response. “Hurryyyyy up,” you drag out that ‘y’ as you mewl. You shudder as he chuckles against your tender skin. Tender from his bites and sucking, of course.

“You want me to go faster?” He pulls away from your breast, face coming back close to yours. You whine and nod your affirmation.

“But if I go faster,” he strokes your cheek softly with the back of his index finger, “you’ll miss out on all the fun.” His finger trails down to your chin, gripping it tightly but playfully with his other fingers.

Damn, you’re getting wetter by the second. He’s doesn’t usually tease you during your intimacy. Prefers that slow, soul-binding kinda love-making.

He just smirks at you before moving back to his painstakingly slow kisses and sucks on your breast. He only moves down to your ribs once he’s satisfied and you’ve probably soaked the bed sheets with how much he’s turning you on. It’s driving you insane. No. He drives you insane.

Shoto’s hands wrap around your ribs, feeling their rise and fall and their ridges. “Beautiful,” he mumbles, kissing each rung. He keeps those eyes on you. All cocky. He knows what he’s doing to you and he likes how pathetic it makes you for him. And you can’t help but like it too.

After thoroughly kissing and touching every part of your torso, your arms, your everything really, he’s finally fingering your low waistband. You sigh relief and begin wriggling, trying to get those pants off as fast as possible, but your Alpha is still having none of it.

“Be patient,” he growls as he squeezes your clothed inner thigh, your flesh perking up between his fingers.

“But Alpha—”

“I said,” he stares you down, this dark look in his eyes, “be patient.”

You whine, “Yes Alpha.”

Hearing your compliance, he loosens his grip on your thigh and begins kissing your hip bones and skin just above the band. Fuck, he’s really killing you this time. I thought alphas were all, “Let’s bang. Now. Hard.” when they’re rutting but, I guess not. Maybe, Shoto didn’t completely lie to you by saying that his ruts were different to other alphas. Or maybe, he just wants to tease you for once.

You’re brought back to reality when you gasp reflexively to him biting into your inner thigh through your wet pants. Wet as in soaked and clinging to your hot skin.

“You’re not focusing on me.” Shoto’s voice is low, raspy. Fuck, you love it when he talks like that. Especially just after he’s woken up and you two have some fun together before getting up.

“And you’re not even focusing on me right now.” He bites even harder into your thigh, breaking through the fabric and pulling little red dots to the surface of your now swollen, marked flesh.

“I,” you breath out. “I thought you wanted me to be patient.”

“I want you to do both. Can you manage that? Or is that too much for my little girl?” He’s got a shit-eating grin across face. Since when was your husband such a tease, and such a good fucking one at that? It’s the years of pills, you decide.

“N-no, I can’t manage. Help me m-manage.” You imagine that you must look like some blubbering, whimpering mess right now, and you’re not even naked yet. And he’s not even naked yet.

“Okay,” his grin widens.

Licking those glorious lips, those lips that you want on yours and not the ones on your face if you know what I mean, he pulls away from your thighs. He gets up from the bed, taking off his grey sweatpants and briefs. And fuck, you’re not ready for what meets you. For real. Swollen, hard, precum dripping down the shaft.

He smirks at you as he grabs his cock with his hand, moaning on impact. His other hand comes up to his face, finger pointing to the side of his mouth. At this point, your sitting up, thighs to calves, legs spread wide, dragging your wide eyes up and down his body.

“You’re drooling.”

I would say that you blushed at hearing this, but you’re already red as fuck in the face with how hot he’s been making you. You’re embarrassed and laugh it off, hand coming to wipe that spit from the side of your mouth. Yea, that was definitely yours and not his from earlier. That had already dried.

“W-well, how can I not when,” you take a deep breath in and look back up at him, “when my husband looks this good.”

“Have I got your attention now?” That rasp. That will be the end of you. Or the end of these bed sheets, whichever comes first. You nod feverishly. “Good girl.”

Ah fuck. He’s praising you. Fuck. That’s it. If that dick isn’t in you within the next three minutes, who knows what will happen next. You start shuffling over toward him when he stops you.

“No. You stay there. I want you to watch.” His eyes crinkle as he smiles, amused by your reaction as you realise what’s going on. Is this how this twisted fucker wants you to help you 'be patient' and 'focus'? By not letting you touch him? And by not touching you?

“I can’t. No. Babe. No please.” You’re shaking your head vigorously, already rising from the bed when his hands find your shoulders and push you back to sit down on the edge.

“Watch.” His voice is commanding, absolute.

You’re forced to obey your alpha and sit there helplessly as he pumps his veiny cock with those veiny hands. The precum now all over his dick with even more leaking from the tip. His dick that should be in you right now. His eyes are trained on you, observing every stuttered breath you take in, every time you bite the side of your lip, how focused you are on how he’s pleasuring himself. That feels even better than his hands ever could. Fucking hell.

“Can I—” You start.

“No. Just watch."

“Not you but my—”

“No. Watch.” His tone is stern. His voice strained.

Fuck. If your hands were bound then this would be so much easier, but no, you’re forced to hold back from touching yourself by your alpha’s command and your own self-discipline. You doubt that you’re even allowed to rock your hips right now.

You watch as his movements get faster and now he’s panting. His eyes half-lidded and tongue darting out across his lower lip every so often. You can see the sweat beading on his chest. You start whining, wanting to be the one touching him like that. What you wouldn’t give to just… just have him right now.

“Please,” you begin. Which becomes a slew of please daddy, please, please let me touch you, please, I’m sorry that I took your suppressants, I’m sorry okay, I’m sorry Alpha, I’m sorry that I wasn’t being patient or f-focusing on you, please Alpha, please let me touch you, please, please, please, please… You don’t stop. You can’t stop. All you can do is sit there, slick drenching the sheets below you even though you’re lower half is still clothed, and plead for your alpha to fuck you.

His pale hips jerk forward and you can tell he’s really close. Would he even let you swallow it? But he stops. He stops and comes over to you, collapsing onto you, arms around your shoulders and neck.

“Shoto,” you squeak, but it’s muffled by his weight falling onto you. He huffs into your ear and you just rub his back.

“Tired already,” you jest, but he’s not in the mood to play with you anymore.

“Enough. I can’t cuddle my wife?” He mumbles grumpily into your shoulder before taking the flesh between his teeth.

You hum, “You can always cuddle your wife, but I’d like it more if you fucked me.” He chuckles low, right below your ear. You feel it vibrating through his throat and chest.

“Yea, I bet you would.”

He holds you for a little longer before pulling back, peeling his sweaty body off yours.

“Alright, I’ll give you your reward,” he smiles lazily, even showing off one side of his pearly whites.

You squeal with delight, “Finally!”

“Oi, settle,” he says as positions you so that he’s between your legs, spread wide, slowly pulling both pants and panties off you. Oi?

“So, you’ve been on patrol with Dynami—”

“Don’t mention him,” Shoto growls. He’s been doin’ a lotta that today and you like it. A lot. “Or anyone else right now. It’s just you and me.” You nod submissively. You really should stop riling him up sometimes. But you can’t help it. You’re a cheeky little shit after all.

The relief that engulfs you once those dreadful clothes are off brings out a sigh of pleasure from you. He doesn’t make you wait any longer. He’s already at the source of your heat, lapping up your slick like it’s the elixir of life. To him, it is. You whimper and mewl as his tongue makes its’ way between your folds. It feels so warm and wet, perfect against your swollen lips. You relish in the feeling of what he’s doing to you.

Shoto eats you out like he’s been starved. Greedily, hungrily, in a frenzy. Without a break for air, he keeps going. That tongue, those long digits curling inside of you, his lips, all making you shake and mew. The whimpers and words leaving your mouth are unholy and impure, some real nasty shit.

Only he can get you like this. Only he can have you saying shit like, “Fuck me however you want, daddy.” Or, “Knot in me, alpha! Breed your little omega!”

Once he’s had his fill, he moves away from your core, grabbing your hips and flipping you over, onto your stomach. His fingers are back at your folds, playing with your clit and teasing your entrance, drawing more filthy moans from you. You feel him move on top of you, straddling you. He withdraws his fingers, replacing them with what you’ve been craving for this entire time.

You moan loudly as he fills you up, completely, inch-by-inch. He groans as you draw him in, tight walls clenching around his girth. He stays still for a few moments, allowing you to get comfortable, before he sets a brutal pace. You hands are by your shoulders, gripping the sheets as he fucks you.

Your body is shaking, contorting to his every rough thrust in and out. It’s got your mind absolutely filled with how only your mate can do this to you. You can’t even form a sentence. You mewl, over and over, to the sound of your skin slapping harshly together. Your mingled groans and moans, all that dirty shit dripping from your mouths fill the room. It’s humid. Sweat coating your bodies. Your hair is stuck to your forehead.

Your favourite part — besides from how tight he’s gripping your hips, likely (and hopefully) leaving bruises on your soft skin — is how deep he gets. His tip reaches that perfect spot, making your toes curl and knees bend, before he draws back out, and he does it again and again.

“Sh-sho-shot-to." He grunts out in response. “Sho-sho-I—” Fuck, you can’t even get the sentence out. That’s how brain fucked, how body fucked, this man’s got you.

“What?” He growls. He’s breathing hard, you can hear it, and it makes you drip even more and he can feel it.

“Use your words, baby. What is it?” He groans.

The filthy sounds of him pounding you fills your ears. The squelching of your juices around his length. You can’t even remember what you were trying to say. Oh! That’s right!

“I-I Shoto-Sho fuck I’m-I-I’m gonna,” your voice is quiet and breathy, but he still hears you clearly.

He can feel your thighs beginning to shake, the way your pussy tightens and then releases, and he knows what you mean. “I know,” he grunts again. You continue to moan, feeling your climax coming in hard n’ fast. You gotta know if—

“Just hold on for me, alright. Just-just hold on.” You whimper in response. Not cum yet? You don’t know if you can do that.

“I’ll try—”

He cuts you off, saying, “You will wait for me.”

Your moans and mewls get louder as you get closer, as does his growls and grunts. Even if you can’t wait for him , it doesn’t really matter, you still benefit.

He picks up the pace. You never even realised he had this kinda stamina. But, you should of known. He is THE pro hero ‘Shoto’.

It feels impossibly more pleasurable. It’s like he’s surrounding you. Every thrust is godsent. You couldn’t escape the pleasure of this moment, even if you tried. Your orgasm is building and building, threatening to crash down on you any second now.

“Shoto!” You cry out. You’ve got tears in your eyes. Your shaking, trembling, convulsing as you climax. You squeeze around him hard, sending him over the edge with you. You’re sobbing and screaming at this point, as you feel his knot swell and plunge into you. Thick, white, hot ropes spilling into you. Filling you completely with his seed. Fuck.

You ride out the high together, him rocking into you and you rocking as much as you can manage back into him. Breathing out, he leans down, pulling you back and laying you two on your sides. You groan at the movement, still experiencing those last minute tremors of your orgasm. His legs intertwine with yours, arms wrapping around you. He strokes your head, drawing you close into him as you both calm down. You sniffle and he takes this opportunity wipe the tears from your eyes.

You giggle, “Thanks, honey.” The words dampened by your sudden emotional outburst.

“Anything for you, love," he responds as he kisses the side of your forehead and moves to grab the blankets, pulling them over you two, up to your chin. You snuggle back into him, hands grasping his forearms, a mindless smile spreading across your face.

You say, “You’re not done with me yet, are you?”

He remains silent for a few seconds, before groaning into your hair. It still smells like fresh cut strawberries in the midst of all the scents filling the room.

“Only if you tell me where you hid my suppressants.”

“Than I’m never telling you!” You squeal. There ain’t no way you’re gonna give up this side of your alpha just yet.

“Hey, that’s not what you should be saying,” hey says. His voice is low, bordering on a growl.

“Sorry for not following your script," you say. And now you’re the one wearing a shit-eating grin.

“You know,” he shifts, now leaning over you and narrowing his doe eyes at you, “if you insist on acting up, then maybe I will just have to fuck you through this rut of mine.”

“I hope you do,” you say with a smirk even wider.

“’Course you do,” he grumbles, laying back down again, nose buried in your hair.

You two lay in silence until his knot goes down, and he can finally pull out. He turn you back onto your stomach and pulls the blankets back, drawing out slowly, making you moan. His cum gushes out, further eliciting moans from you.

You can feel it dripping down your the back of your thigh. Shoto watches, enjoying the sight. Though, before he’s realise it, he’s got his fingers inside of you, finger-fucking that cum back into you. You can’t help but start whimpering and moaning even louder as you feel him fingering you.

“Shoto…”

He draws his fingers back out, letting the cum drip out again. He’s tempted to slide them back into you so that no more escapes, but he refrains from doing so, knowing that you two need to talk a bit more about kids than just “Do you want kids? Yea, I want kids. Do you? Yea, sounds good.”

He clears his throat before saying, “I hope you’re ready, baby.” He wraps his hand around your waist and turns you over, onto your back. Your eyes find each other. The sun’s setting, illuminating how wet and dewy and bruised your soft flesh is.

one time, kiri accidentally shoulders ochaco in passing ⟶ man is on his knees begging for forgiveness as hanta and denki give him shit for being unmanly

ochaco just stands their rubbing her sore shoulder and insisting that she's fine

on hot summer days, asui, denki, and shoto would make snowcones ⟶ denki coaches shoto on current slang while asui cooks the syrup on the stove and shoto shaves the ice

kiri helps them distribute the snow cones to everyone

for the rest of the afternoon, shoto says the most out-of-pocket things ⟶ "these snowcones are so good! what flavour is this one?" "chat, is this skibidi rizz?"

denki gives him a thumbs up before cackling and choking on his snowcone

i'm sorry (i'm also cackling), i think tokoyami would try to imitate the alphas (biting off more than he can chew, a bit brash, physical ⟶ so like baku basically)

tenya calls a family meeting one night when tokoyami isn't home ⟶ baku thinks it's funny, ochaco feels bad for tokoyami, and izuku thinks someone needs to tell him

and then tokoyami just opens the door and all eyes are on him

"WHAT'RE YOU DOIN' BACK ALREADY?!" bakugou yells at him

izuku invites him to have seat and starts with, "you're not in trouble, we just noticed that [heroic inspirational speech about accepting yourself]."

tokoyami's blushing so hard from embarrassment and so grateful that no one can see it

he would lean on the other betas for direction in his life and self-acceptance ⟶ looking back, he's really grateful that everyone said something and didn't let him continue to make a fool of himself

i think shoto would be the family credit card ⟶ any purchases 1-a wants to make has to go through him

denki cries when shoto rejects his request to buy a $400 anime figurine (shoto gets it for him for his bday)

on that note, shoto would also track all of the pack's expenses ⟶ sitting at his desk late into the night, reading glasses slipping down his nose (gnawing at the bars of my enclosure)

izu convinces him to come shower with the rest of the alphas arkjnwjnfnwqfbj

yes, the alphas shower together ⟶ tenya was very hesitant at first, especially since mina wanted to join, but with some convincing (a pros and cons list), he was in

the testosterone levels are suffocating when more than one alpha is rutting ⟶ like imagine baku + shoto + kiri all rutting at the same time

betas would be working overtime neutralising those pheromones

orgys are definitely on the table (there's no such thing as monogamy in this household) ⟶ alphas n' omegas supporting each other😁

and on that note, rut + heat cycle calendar on the fridge

denki and ochaco bonding when one of their heat's is approaching ⟶ painting each other's nails while gossiping, cute lil bunny and bear headbands, doing their skincare routines together, cuddling together in their respective nest's and watching romcoms

but when their heat arrives... i would imagine it's like a frothing at the mouth control yourself situation for the alphas

like... who gets it first? who does the omega want to soothe their heat?

i think ochaco would obvs go for izuku, but she has a sweet spot for baku🫣🫦

baku brat-tamer when denki's in his heat convince me otherwise

Shoto blinked as he smelled his heat. It was approaching but still not quite there. He smiled as he came into the room, seeing the omega creating the nest he needed. Almost all the blankets and pillows were now present. Shoto stepped in, finding a stray pillow and grabbed the pillow off the ground. He blinked as Y/N chirped and whined. He smiled as he saw his mate, bare in the nest of pillows and reaching for the pillow.

He smiled and approached, handing the pillow over as he climbed into the nest, nuzzling his neck. “Mate, you’re anxious again,” He cooed, kissing his ear. Y/N blushed and whined as Shoto kissed the mark on his neck, growling softly. “I can smell how much you love this. Want me to knot you right now?”